Probably for the best.

Bill wasn't entirely sure what's going on. He had never gone into the details of human mating rituals before,
but he knows that he is damn sure he didn't want it to stop.

Make it so nobody should find them, in a compromised position seems to be his best bet, to make sure that something like that didn't happen.
Bill gave a nod, not sure how well his voice worked at the moment. He should hear Shooting Star letting out a sigh, before letting go of Bill's swollen length.

The lack of feeling nearly made his knees buckled under him. Letting out a grunt, he only just steadied himself before Blondie grabbed both him and Shooting Star by the elbows, and steered them through the kitchen door, and through a dark green and gold hallway.
Turning right, she pushed them into a round room, with a similarly round bed that took up most of the space, with clothes strewn falling out of an open closet, a display case of trophies and plaques and a Sev'ral Timez poster hung up on the wall.

“This is my sport’s room!” Blondie spun in a clumsy circle, spreading her arms wide.

Seeing Bill's questioning look, Shooting Star said, “Paz too rich for her own good, she’d probably has like a million bedrooms.” She flopped down on the bed, that goth her bra covered bosom pointed up into the air as she did so. She stared at the ceiling with a dreamy smile on her face.

Bill stood rigid, not sure what he should be doing. Suddenly against his will, Bill found himself give of a squeal, As blondie grabbed his butt and gave it a good squeeze.

“Shall we get started, tiger?” Blondie whispered, slurred into his ear. She leaned in further and ones more her tongue found its way into Bill's mouth.

Shooting Star sat up.

“Oh, don't leave me out of it!” Shooting Star whined, pouting.

Blondie pulled back. “Aren’t you a little impatience, Mabel?” She raised an eyebrow at her.

“Oh… Sure!” Shooting Star said brightly, not even trying to look embarrassed. Shaking her head Blondie untangled herself from Bill and flopped down on the bed, beside Shooting Star.

Shooting Star stood up on her knees on the bed, grabbing Blondie by the shoulders and pulling her in for a hug.

Shooting Star, with a strangely mischievous smile on her face, drew her legs up so she was reclining sideways on the bed, and pulled Blondie towards her so the other girl was leaning on her, her shiny brown hair tumbling down onto the blonde.

Blondie giggled as Shooting Star snuggled into her neck.

“Well, no time like the present.” Shooting Star's hands had unnoticed sneaked their way down to the hem of Blondie's shirt, With a flick of her wrist, shooting star had started tugging on Blondie's shirt over her head as fast as she should. Blondie squealed and fought back, trying to hold onto her shirt.

“No, Mabel! Stop it! You’re absolutely mad!” Her voice was muffled as the shirt covered her face.

“Don’t you want to give Bill a good view?” She glanced over at him and winked, but he could only stare.

Blondie’s long, purple shirt had ridden up, exposing the fitted skirt she wore beneath. Blondie had long, slim legs, and Bill’s eyes couldn’t help but follow them up to her tight, pert rear, which shifted and rolled in an incredible way as she wriggled.

Then Shooting Star’s muscles won out, and the shirt whipped off and landed in a heap at Shooting Star’s feet. Blondie’s shoulders and stomach were bare, toned, her skin a perfectly smooth tan. The only bit of clothing on her from the waist up was a Black bra that showed off far more cleavage than Bill thought it was possible while still wearing a bra.

Shooting Star whipped away. “There you go! Isn't that better, i am sure Bill prefer you like this.”

Bill should feel sweat inching its way down his neck, but he couldn’t seem to move or speak, just stare.
Ones more he blamed Timothy,

stupid Timothy.

Blondie rolled onto her front with her arms folded in front of her, covering herself, but her ankles were in the air, crossed rather coyly. “Please, Mabel. Bill is a true gentleman. He wouldn’t dream of seeing me in this state.” She said demurely.

Shooting Star rested an elbow on Bill’s shoulder. “She’s such a tease, isn’t she? Pretending like she’s all shy.” She leaned in and spoke in his ear. “If you could hear some of the stories she tells when she drunk enough…”

Blondie clapped a hand to her mouth. “I heard that! Bill, don’t let her besmirch my name like that. You have to defend my honour!”

Shooting Star bumped Bill with her hip, and he managed to stop himself from stumbling. “Go on then, Bill. Want to wrestle?” She grinned, making Bill flush furiously, but he finally found his tongue had untied itself.

“Em y-you sure… You’ll want to wrestle…” He said quickly. Westling was finally something Bill knew what was. There had been plenty of it on TV, But Bill's wasn't so sure gething hit by a Cactus clothesline is what Shooting Star was looking for.

“No, don’t fight.” Blondie pouted. “We are celebrating after all. You’re having fun, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah” Shooting Star said behind him, pushed him from behind, and he stumbled, barely turning around in time, to be landing heavily on his ass, hitting the bed.

“Hey what the deal Shoot--“Bill quickly caught himself, from making a mistake. Then he felt hot breath on his neck, a soft, warm body pressed into his back.

Blondie rested her chin on Bill’s shoulder. “Hi,” She said quietly and he smelled the **** on her breath.

“Hi,” He squeaked out. He found himself staring at Blondie's lips, the shiny teeth behind her smile.

“You want to have fun, don’t you?” She purred, staring back at him. Bill felt her arms encircle him from behind, fingers idly playing with the bottom of his sweater.

Blondi’s tongue was once more in his mouth, her lips pressing against his and he was fairly confident that he knew everything about kissing at this point.

She sucked on his tongue and tugged at his bottom lip urgently, her nails digging into his neck as her other hand slipped into his sweater, running down his slim chest, his stomach and then creeping across his zipper and into his lap.

“Oh axolotl,” Bill murmured into her lips, and Blondie answered with a girlish mhmm that sent a shiver up his spine as her hand started to play, insistently rubbing, squeezing, and kneading the hard bulge in his pants. He groaned and leaned back against her, feeling her breasts flatten against his back as she coiled herself around him.

“God, Paz. Give the boy a chance.” He looked up from Blondie’s work and Shooting Star grinned at him. “Grenda did tell you that Paz get's very affectionate, didn’t she?".

Blondie stopped nipping at Bill’s neck for long enough to reproach Shooting Star, but not for calling her out as Bill expected. “Don’t call him a boy. Boys don’t have cocks like this.” She gave him a rough squeeze, and he knew he’d remember that sentence being murmured in his ear for the rest of his eternal life.

“Let’s see it, then.” Shooting Star said daringly.

“Hold—hold on,” Bill said, vaguely remembering there is some type of special privacy associated with that particularly body part.

“Come on, Bill… I been so good to you… don’t I deserve this?” Blondie pleaded in his ear and Bill’s brain shut right up. He nodded vigourously and Blondie smiled her perfect smile, yanking down his pants with nimble fingers.

The drafty tent brushed his naked cock with cool air as she brought him out, and Blondie cooed. “Look at it, Mabel…”

Bill could barely think with her soft hand on his rock hard shaft, but he wasn’t sure how exactly she meant that. He glanced at Shooting Star for her reaction.

“Wow i would have thought…” She said softly, Her mouth hanging slightly open. Bill thought that had to be good, but while he was busy paying attention to Shooting Star, Blondie had slipped out from behind him. He looked down just in time to see Blondie crawl towards his lap and lower her head.

Bill thought he’d have a heart attack as he watched Blondie slide her full lips over the head of his cock.
He stared at the rooms ceiling, willing himself not to give into the feeling, as Blondie sucked down half of his shaft and started to bob, slowly, letting the achingly tight seal of her lips massage the sensitive purple crown each time.

It was so wet, and sloppy, and dirty. Blondie’s tongue must have touched every inch of his cock, swirling around the head before licking him up and down, suckling at the base, lathering him all over. The loud sucking and smacking, the wet noises, scandalized and thrilled him at the same time. With one hand she held his cock firmly in place for her sucking mouth, and with the other, she played with his balls, gently cupping and rolling them in her palm.

All the while, she even moaned with her mouth full of his cock, looking up at him with those almond-shaped darkblue eyes like she was getting as much pleasure from this as he was.

“Having fun yet?” Shooting Star grinned, with one hand in her pants, pleasuring herself. Bill nodded, words failing him. “What about you, Paz?”

Blondie let his slick cock escape the sucking embrace of her mouth and nodded, panting. “So much fun.
He’s so cute, i suck him everyday if i can get that look.” Bill felt his cheeks heat up as she smiled up at him, rubbing the wide head against her pursed lips

“If you keep being cute it going to get boring,” Shooting Star said matter-of-factly. “You want to be dirty, Bill, not cute.” She waved her free hand “I’ll give directions. First--Touch her, for God’s sake.”

Bill almost asked where, but then his eyes flicked back to her round, perky breasts, brushing his thigh inside her bra, and following his first urge, he cupped one of them, squeezing through the material.

Perhaps his expression looked uncertain when she met his eye, because she smiled, sighing with contentment. “You can touch me anywhere, Bill.” She dropped back down to envelop his cock and Bill groaned, pulling her bra up to her collarbone and desperately fondling her soft tits, twisting and tugging on the nipples, until Blondie moaned around his dick.

She arched her back, lifting her arse into the air, and Bill palmed it roughly, fingers slipping on her tight skirt.

Shooting Star laughed. “Try this.” She leaned over Blondie from behind. Unbuckling her belt, then she yanked Blondie's Skirt down around her knees. Gratefully, Bill sank his fingers into the smooth, firm cheeks of her arse, entranced by the way they spilled out from her panties, a narrow strip of satin that ran up the cleft dividing the perfect curves.

“Look at how wet she is.” Bill thought Shooting Star’s breath was getting shallower, and she was definitely getting closer than she was before. “Finger her, Bill.”

Hesitating for only a moment, Bill pulled her panties aside and sank a finger into Blondie’s wet cunt. Blondie whined, his cock pressing out her cheek lewdly. She wiggled her hips, working back onto his finger, her walls grabbing hold of him.
Bill added another and began to stroke her pussy rather than stabbing in and out, as Shooting Star indicated him to do.

“How’s he doing, Paz?” Shooting Star took another step closer. Blondie let out a muffled moan as she bobbed furiously on his cock, looking up at Bill with pleading eyes.

Bill himself moaned, barely containing himself from the waves of pleasure Blondie was drawing out of his cock. She was taking him deeper and deeper, nearly gagging as her lips stretched around his thick shaft, the tip bumping against the back of her throat. He had done his best, but he knew something was coming soon.

“Make him come, then…” Shooting Star’s voice was hoarse. “Make him come down your throat.”

That nearly made Bill explode right there, but a moment later he was very happy he hadn’t. Blondie freed her mouth for a moment and looked up at Shooting Star. “Help me, Mabel,” She panted. “Please.”

Bill’s eyes went wide as Shooting Star hesitated, and then she took another step closer, Shooting Star brushed Blondie’s hair back from her face and, gently at first, started to guide her head, helping Blondie suck him faster and faster.

Grunting hoarsely, Bill looked up into Shooting Star’s face. The Brown-headed girl from so many of his **** fantasies was breathing hard, looking down at Bill’s painfully hard cock as she used it to fuck Blondie’s mouth. “Is this the best thing that’s ever happened to you?” She whispered.

Bill nodded, a close second atleast. Thrusting his hips up to match Shooting Star and Blondie’s relentless pace.

“That’s right. Fuck her mouth, Bill. Give her what she wants.” Bill couldn’t believe the filth that was coming from Mabel Pines’s lips.

Bill had to use two hands to get a good hold on Blondie's head, so he reluctantly slipped his fingers out of her, who whined in protest. To his surprise, Shooting Star replaced his fingers with two of her own. Blondie moaned louder than ever as her friend petted her dripping cunt, while Shooting Star **** her to swallow Bill’s thick hardness again and again.

And then he felt his balls tighten and he unleashed the most violent torrent of cum his current body have ever experienced. He shuddered, crying out as his cock throbbed two bursts straight down Blondie’s throat.

“Yes… fuck,” Shooting Star gasped, hurriedly pulling Blondie back off Bill’s cock by the hair. “Give it here!” Then Shooting Star reached out, grabbed Bill’s pulsing cock and pumped the rest onto her own pretty face.

“Holy shit…” Bill groaned, watching his hot cum shoot onto Shooting Star’s outstretched tongue, splatter her chin, and paint a white line across her smooth cheek. At the same time, She drilled Blondie’s pussy with her fingers, making the blond girl moan wantonly as Bill covered the both of them with his seed.

As Shooting Star milked one final load out of him and onto her's perfect lips, Bill felt a sudden fatigue, there nearly made him pass out then and there. Vaguely he recalled he should try to use magic to give himself a boost. He was a being of pure energy afterall.

But he had never done that before.Since he got stock in this body he started to get tired from using his powers, which was the opposite effect he was looking for.
If it goes wrong he might risk a random backlash aswell, which is always hard to predict what's going happen.

Other then that, maybe the two girls have an idea how get some more energy. Or should he just let sweet oblivion take him?