Star Tracker faded away from Princess Twilight and her family as they enjoyed the Northern Stars on the Zeppelin's weather deck.
"Ah well," he said to himself. "At least I got to meet her..."
Twilight turned her back, chatting with her dad and Cadance. Star Tracker retreated more deeply back into the shadows and let his forehoof reach back. His cock wasn't quite erect, but it definitely felt heavy, engorged, and it filled his sheath uncomfortably after a whole day of being near the most sexy mare in Equestria.
His balls hung low, sore and enlarged from being so close to her. Goodness, that was a sexy mare! And she didn't even realize it. She just... carried on about her day, exuding this field around herself, and...
And... she'd... Twilight had hugged him! The warmth of her coat, the smell of her body still clung to him. He sniffed his flank, where she'd brushed against him.
Looking left and right, he confirmed he had this part of the Zeppelin's topside weather deck to himself. Star Tracker rubbed his sheath until his cock started to harden. He hopped up, left elbow on the rail and right hoof rubbing the tip of his cock, which now poked solidly out of his sheath. He could rub one off fast, squirt over the side, and then head back to his cabin—
"Well, hello," purred a voice.
Star Tracker's ears went up and his cock went soft as he twisted to look behind him. "Eeep!"
Two mares stared at him, both smirking. The shorter mint-green mare was perhaps college-aged, only a little older than Star Tracker himself. The taller, buttercream-yellow mare looked forty-something, the right age to be Star Tracker's or the green mare's mom. Both mares were dressed in Twilight outfits: fake purple wings, fake purple horns, Twilight wigs, and Twilight tails.
"Well," purred that same voice again, coming from the younger mint-green mare, "look what we found, Princess."
"Indeed!" said the older, yellow-colored, mare. "We found somepony committing a lewd act in public, Princess."
"I'm sorry!" Star Tracker said. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—"
"Hey," said the younger one, "you're, uh, Star Fucker?"
He swallowed, his mouth dry. "Star Tracker."
"You got to hang out with the princess all day, right, Star Fucker?"
He nodded. His cock had softened but hadn't retreated into its sheath, and his face burned hot at the humiliation of it hanging out in front of these two mares. He wasn't a middle-schooler anymore, who could be forgiven for popping boners in public! He was a high-schooler! Ponies expected better.
The green one leaned in and sniffed his ribs. "Oh, he smells like Twilight!"
"I think," said the older yellow mare, "Introductions are in order. I'm Cherry Mango. This," she pointed the fake horn at the younger, green mare, "is Oasis Breeze."
"Nice to, heh, meet you?"
"But you can call us both Princess," Oasis Breeze said.
"Okay, uh, heh, Princess. And Princess."
They looked at each other and smiled, nodded, then looked at him.
Oasis Breeze said, her voice dropping into the sensual purr again, "How would you like to fuck Princess Twilight? And Princess Twilight?"
His cock hardened again quite quickly and his mouth dried out. After two failed attempts to speak, he just shook his head no.
"No?" Oasis Breeze said, her voice and face pouty. "But-but why not!"
Star Tracker's brain seemed to be going in fifty-seven directions at once. Two mares! Dressed like Twilight! One a few years older than him, one twice his age! Wanting to have... have... have... he'd never even had... his first time, with two mares...?
"He's getting harder," Cherry Mango said. "We just need to convince his brain."
"There's no blood in his brain," Oasis Breeze said, bending down to look up at Star Tracker's privates. "He's not the biggest cock I've ever had, but he's certainly big enough to have some fun. For me anyway."
"Don't act like you're some experienced sexpert," Cherry Blossom said. "At least not around me."
"I've had a dozen cocks," Oasis replied. "At least."
"Double digits? Talk to me when you hit nine-hundred and ninety five, and I'll organize an orgy with five giant studs to celebrate you hitting a thousand." Cherry Mango put a hoof on Star Tracker's withers. "Think about it, dear. How often in your life will two hot mares cosplaying Princess Twilight ask you to fuck?"
Oasis Breeze nodded. "We won't even use our alicorn tackle." She gestured to her own underside, where a giant Twilight-purple dong hung.
Star Tracker's eyes went wide and he turned to jump over the railing, assuming he could aim for a lake or a haystack when he landed.
"Kidding!" Oasis Breeze said as Cherry Mango bit his tail, stopping his high-diving attempt. "The giant alicorn dongs are just part of the costume."
Cherry Mango dropped Star Tracker away from the railing and moved to block him from attempting another jump.
"Twilight doesn't even have a giant alicorn dick," he protested. "Or a small alicorn dick. Or a dick at all. Although her clit is pretty big."
The mares cocked their eyebrows in question.
"Her tail raised when she was yelling at Iron Will."
"It's still a part of the costume," Oasis Breeze said. "It's expected that alicorn costumes have giant dongs."
"Flurry Heart magicked herself a temporary dong earlier," Cherry Mango said, "after she teleported out of her diaper."
"Yeah, but only temporarily to pee into the pool," Star Tracker pointed out. "And it wasn't giant."
"It was bigger than her torso," Oasis said.
"Yes, but she's very small, dear," Cherry pointed out.
Oasis Breeze laughed. "Everypony but Cadance thought it was hilarious."
Star Tracker rubbed his eyes, trying to forget that incident. "The pool maintenance stallion was even less amused than Cadance. He said alicorn pee wrecks the pH."
"Come, now, honey," Cherry Mango said, "you'll have a good time if you just try fucking us."
He shook his head.
Oasis Breeze booped his nose with her hoof. "What if we offer not to report you for hoofing off in public where foals might see...?"
Star Tracker stared at her. She was blackmailing him? "Not report me for... hoofing off in public... if I have sex with you two... in public?"
"Yeah, pretty much," Oasis Breeze said.
"Why-why are you two doing Twilight impersonations, anyway?" he squeaked out.
Oasis Breeze rolled her eyes and flipped the bangs of her wig. "This is cosplay, not impersonation."
"Wh-what's the difference?"
"Impersonators don't go around fucking random fellows they meet on zeppelins, for starters," Cherry Mango said with a tail flip. "Cosplayers do."
Star Tracker whimpered.
"I'm the president of the City College Mantehattan Twilight Cosplayers' Club," Oasis Breeze said. "The first freshmare in the history of the club! And she's the faculty advisor. It's not the 'impersonators' club'. It's the 'Cosplayers' club. Be accurate."
"Oasis, dear, he's scared," said Cherry in a motherly voice. "Your first time, dear?"
Star Tracker nodded.
"Take the dong off, Oasis," Cherry said, twisting around to grab the base of her own giant purple rubber alicorn dong in her teeth and remove it from herself.
Star Tracker's balls throbbed and mouth watered when he saw her giant dong was, in fact, a J-shaped insertable that had been up Cherry Mango's vagina all day, with a shorter, flared end anchoring the long, floppy alicorn tackle so it hung under her belly. Heavy tennis-ball sized testicles in a silicone pouch decorated the bottom of the assemblage. He was embarrassed to see the dong and fake balls were larger than his own, although he did have a few years of growing to do yet, so perhaps one day...
Then, Cherry then reached under Oasis, grabbed her fake scrotum, and removed her alicorn tackle. Oasis gasped and shuddered as the older mare worked the knobbly back end of the dong out of her vagina.
Star Tracker did notice that the insertable anchor from Oasis's dong was half the size of Cherry's. Clearly the two mares had different ideas of what made a comfortable vagina-stuffing.
"Eep," Star Tracker said. "You can see, heh, I'm not that big?"
"We know, dear," Cherry said, and patted his mane. "We still want to fuck you like abyssinians in heat."
Both of the dong anchors glistened in the moonlight, soaked with mare's emissions. Star Tracker closed his eyes and sniffed. The zeppelin wasn't moving fast, and the high-level winds gently carried the scents from their two vaginas to him. Thin, due to the breeze, the scent was only a bare hint in his nose but it was unlike anything he'd ever smelled before. He breathed through his mouth and could all but taste them.
The taste was good.
"We've almost sold him," Cherry said to the younger mare. "We just need to seal the deal. Oasis, dear? Turn around and raise your tail."
Oasis turned, standing on her hind legs and resting her elbows on the zeppelin's railing while arching her back. Her fake Twilight-tail was fixed to her real tail. She looked over their shoulder, grinning at him, and... slowly... raised... her... tail.
Then, Cherry gave him a quick peck on the cheek and did the same. "Come investigate, dear. Everypony was a nervous virgin once, and we won't bite."
"I will bite," Oasis Breeze purred, looking him up and down. "I absolutely will."
"I won't bite," Cherry corrected. "And she'll bite sexily."
His cock, previously as erect as he'd ever been, engorged another full inch and his balls pulsed in pain as his blood pressure spiked. The lighting wasn't good, so far from the zeppelin's lit-up main deck and with the sun down, but the distant lanterns and deck lighting reflected off their glistening labia, their anuses dark against their rumps. Star Tracker took a shaky step towards them, letting his eyes savor the two mares' private places.
Oasis Breeze was shorter, and a little stockier, but muscles rippled up and down her legs and flanks. "So, uh, Princess? You must be an athlete."
Oasis purred deep in her chest at the implied compliment and tensed the muscles in her ass. Excitement rolled down her pussylips and beaded on her clit. "Track and field. I'm only a freshmare but I made varsity."
Cherry Mango, on the other hoof, was tall and slim, not as well muscled but her waist hourglassed to her hips with that wonderful, perfect supermodel-like shape...
Goodness, they were both so beautiful, and the Twilight wings and tails and wigs...
He stuck his nose deep under Oasis Breeze's tail, closed his eyes, and sniffed, savoring the smell of her excited pussy. The scent overwhelmed him, hints of the ocean and fresh morning fog? Unable to help himself, his tongue snaked out and licked her clitoris.
"Eep!" she shouted.
"I'm sorry! Uh, Princess!" he said, stumbling backwards. "I shouldn't- shouldn't- didn't mean—"
Oasis Breeze uncrossed her eyes and then looked at him with a seductive smile. "Do it some more, Star Fucker."
With a smile, Star Tracker stepped forward again and licked, gently, between her glistening pussy lips. The taste hit him like a buckball to the face and his balls and cock and tail all twitched as his instincts told him to jump up on her back and cram it in and cum as fast as possible, but he fought his instincts.
"Call me princess and thank me for the gift of my bodily fluids!" she ordered.
"Princess, I thank you for your gift, heh," Star Tracker said, and licked between her labia again. The sensations, the tastes, the smells, it was all so new! His tongue found her channel and he pressed into her, his mind going blank as the thought my tongue is up her vagina swirled around his head. She gasped, her legs giving a spasm, and her vagina twitched around his tongue, squeezing gently, and his cock jumped, smacking against his belly as he imagined what it would feel like to have her wetness clamp around his shaft.
"Ride his tongue, dear," Cherry Mango said.
He sucked and licked as her flows burgeoned. She whimpered and bit her fetlock to keep herself quiet and she soaked his muzzle, up to his eyeballs, wetting the fur of his face. She pressed gently backwards in time with his tongue's insertions. The smell of her pussy filled his nose and he swallowed her flows, the most erotic thing that had ever happened in his life to this point, and he kept his eyes fixed on the Twilight tail and wings, imagining he was eating Twilight's pussy.
Her anus throbbed invitingly, just an inch from his eyes, and he stared at it, her most private of private places, as he tongue-fucked her and swallowed her flows and his cock throbbed hard. He wondered what it would be like to stick his cock in there, but decided it would probably give him a heart attack. His pulse already thundered in his ears.
After a half-minute or a minute, Oasis shouted, despite biting her own foreleg, and a huge gush of hot, thick, sticky marecum squirted out of her and soaked his muzzle.
"Switch to me, now," Cherry Mango commanded. "Let her catch her breath."
Star Tracker blinked and pulled back from her. Oasis Breeze panted, her chin and elbows resting on the railing and all the fur between her cutie marks soaked with her own juices, her labia and clit glistening and her anus throbbing. Her right rear hoof tap-tap-tapped on the deck as her leg spasmed.
With a swipe of his tongue, he licked a wad of the thick marecum off his chin. He pulled it into his mouth and sampled it, like a wine snob sampling a new vintage, and the taste filled his head with the sweet, savory wonder of the young mare's flavor. Staring at her excited vulva, the Twilight-tail, and the fake wings, his cock and balls seemed to believe he'd just eaten out Twilight herself, and he wondered if he was about to accidentally cum on the deck of the zeppelin before he even got his dick inside.
He shuffled two steps right and extended his neck, reaching to lick Cherry Mango's clit.
She hit him smartly over the head with her tail. "No! Don't go straight for the clit! I'm forty-four years old and had three babies, I'm not a teenager like you two! Give me a kiss, first! Warm me up!"
Shaking his head—which rang from the blow, her tail was quite muscular—he hopped up, between the two of them, leaning his own elbows onto the railing, standing now between them, their fake Twilight wings making an arch above him. Cherry licked his right cheek, sampling Oasis's flows and juices from Star Tracker. With a moan, he closed his eyes as her tongue swirled through his coat.
"She tastes good," Cherry said, smacking her lips, "but I bet I'll taste even better."
"Pfft! Hardly," Oasis replied, then her teeth nibbled Star Tracker's left ear.
His knees shook as Oasis bit down hard on his ear and Cherry licked a large wad of Oasis's marecum off his nose.
"See?" Oasis whispered, her breath hot on the fuzz of his ear, "I promised I would bite."
Gosh! This was definitely going to be the best day of his life. Meet Twilight, then fuck two Twilights.
"I taste better," Oasis whispered between bites on his ears. "I'm... fresher."
"I'm named after fruit," Cherry replied, and used a forehoof to turn his head fully towards herself and kissed him, full on the lips.
His first kiss! It took a moment to process that he'd eaten Oasis's pussy before he'd ever kissed a filly—well, mare, whatever—but she did, in fact, taste a little like cherries.
Her tongue traced around his lips and Star Tracker moaned into her mouth, his own tongue probing and darting inexpertly as they Prench kissed.
Oasis bit his ear—very hard, it would probably bruise—one last time, then dropped from leaning the railing and stepped behind him. As Cherry licked more of Oasis's sticky marecum off his muzzle, Oasis nosed under his tail and nibbled his left ball.
With a gasp, Star Tracker broke his kiss with Cherry. "Hey!"
"He's absolutely blue," came Oasis's muffled voice from under his tail. "His balls must be so sore from following Twilight around like a little lost horny puppy all day."
"She wouldn't keep her tail down!" Star Tracker said. "You would be blue, too!"
Oasis chuckled and nibbled, gently, on his left ball. He was, indeed, completely swollen and engorged down there from spending the day with Twilight (and her mom, and Cadance, any of the three of whom he would happily have taken to bed).
Her teeth pressed into the engorged flesh of his ball and his eyes crossed and tail shot straight up. It was a painful pleasure as she teased his already-teased testicle into an even higher level of frustration. As Oasis released his left and then pulled his right ball into her mouth, Cherry again pressed her lips to his and Prench kissed him some more. Oasis's pussy juices were strong on Cherry's tongue and the sensation of one mare's most private taste on another mare's tongue, inside his own mouth, was so erotic he almost came right then and there.
"He's gonna shoot off," Oasis said with a slurp. "Let him eat you out now so we can move to the main event."
"Want to just fuck now?" Cherry asked him.
Star Tracker started to say, Yes! but from under his tail, Oasis interrupted him. "Heck no. You said your pussy tastes sweeter than mine, I want him to see you're wrong."
"True enough," Cherry said. "Star Fucker?"
"Yeah?"
She glowered.
"Yes, my royal princess?" Star Tracker tried.
"Better!" She beamed at him, and her tongue darted out to get a last wad of Oasis's marecum off his face. "Eat your princess's pussy."
"Yes, princess!" he said. Oasis backed off, out from under his tail, and Star Tracker dropped from leaning against the rail to the zeppelin's deck.
The zeppelin started a banking turn, the wind catching it on the beam, and he and Oasis stumbled into each other.
He lost his breath with an oof. The college-aged mare was very heavily muscled and more solid than him. She grabbed a foreleg around his withers to steady him and he felt her muscles rippling under her fur.
A whimper escaped from deep in Star Tracker's throat. Both of these mares were so attractive, so hot, and touching Oasis so closely, feeling the power in her body, set Star Tracker trembling on his legs. Oasis's dense athleticism was such a contrast to Cherry's tall slimness, but they were both so erotic...
He was gonna cum so much.
The zeppelin steadied on its new course, the wind coming from behind the port side and blowing towards the railing Cherry leaned against. He lost the smell of her excited pussy that way, so he leaned in close, his nose brushing her labia, and breathed deep.
"Don't go straight for the clit!" Cherry repeated.
Star Tracker nodded; not that she could see him, behind her, past the fake wings, and under her tail and fake tail. He shifted his head, running his tongue from the back of her left knee, up the back of her thigh. She gasped and shook, gooseflesh breaking out and the fur on her legs standing up from the tickling sensation.
He nibbled, biting the back of her thigh, just to the side of her pussy and just behind her left cutie mark.
"Yesssss..." she said. "Yes, just like that..."
Oasis's nose booped his ballsack and she nibbled his balls again, suckling on them, leaving his ballsack's soft fuzz soaked with her saliva. He closed his eyes for a moment and let the ministrations of her warm mouth and tongue just flood over his body. Her touch against his balls tingled and left waves of pleasure running along his crotch, across his ass, then up his spine to his head. He'd been hoofing off since adolescence but had always focused on his cock—he'd had no idea a mare could give him such pleasure through his balls, and he let his mind focus on the sensat—
Cherry's tail smacked him firmly across the forehead, ringing his skull. "Your princess thinks you're distracted, peasant!"
He opened his eyes, blinked, took another split second to enjoy Oasis's suckling of his balls, and then said, "Yes, Princess. Your pardon, heh, Princess."
"Back to your duties," Cherry replied.
He nosed up and licked her dock, then nibbled. Cherry gasped and her tail trembled before Star Tracked nibbled downward, across the right side of her rump, then let his tongue poke out again and dragged it through her fur until it brushed her labia.
The smell of her excitement filled his nose, stronger and sharper than Oasis's. Her clit, much smaller than Oasis's, peeked rapidly in and out of its hood. Her labia were much thicker, meatier, and more prominent than the younger mare's. He licked up-and-down between them, feeling the drag from the weight and her taste overwhelmed his senses. She did taste sweeter than Oasis, like cherries and mangos and every other wonderful treat under the sun.
Star Tracker pulled his tongue in and rolled her juices around his mouth, letting the taste fill his head for a second, before clamping his lips around her clit and sucking. He found himself sucking Cherry's clit in time with Oasis's suckling of his balls, the rhythm unlike anything he'd previously imagined. His cock, frustrated now beyond words, slapped against his belly in the same rhythm.
Cherry said, "Peasant! Yes!" and came. Juices gushed from inside her, wetting the already-damp fur of Star Tracker's muzzle and filling his mouth. She tasted like mango juice and he swallowed, swallowed, swallowed greedily, eyes wide open to see her pussy and anus pulsing in ecstacy and his nose buried between her pussylips.
As she finished cumming, Cherry turned around. "Okay! Wow, that was good. Sure this is your first time?"
Oasis pulled back, out from under his tail, tugging his balls painfully and releasing him with a slurp. "Obviously that was his second. I was his first pussy meal about three minutes ago."
"Silly me," Cherry said. "Star Fucker, lay down on your back. I'm a lot more experienced than Oasis, so I'll take your virginity—"
"Awww," whined Oasis.
"—take your virginity, while she sits on your face, but then you tell us before you cum and we'll switch, so Oasis can take your load."
"Noice," Oasis said, with a hoof-pump.
"My husband," Cherry continued, "and my middle one are belowdecks with my little one, who's airsick in bed, and I don't want to smell like your cum all night after I get back to our cabin."
"Husband!?" Gasped Star Tracker. "I don't want to be a homewrecker!"
"You're not," Cherry said, and both mares laughed. "Lie flat on your back."
Star Tracker laid down—slowly, reluctantly—on the deck of the zeppelin. The cool breeze played across his fur and the deck planks were hard, uncomfortable, but he shook with excitement, his cock even harder than before. As he got onto his back, his rod pointed straight up at the dark dome of the night.
Oasis leaned down and gave him a kiss. "If her husband was here, he'd be cheering you on," she rolled her eyes, "trust me."
"Uh..." Star Tracker said.
"Reminds me," Cherry said, looking at the younger mare, "did he ever critique your sex tape?"
"No, I should remind him." Oasis kneeled down over Star Tracker's face, raised her tail, and slowly lowered her dripping, excited crotch to his lips.
"Sex... tape...?" Star Tracker said.
"Me and the president of the Shining Armor cosplayers' club." She wiggled her butt, where she kneeled just above his face. "It was epic. Us two, our clubs, along with the Cadance cosplayers' club—it turned into an inter-club orgy."
"Orgy..." Star Tracker said.
"One of the Cadances caught pregnant," she continued. "Once her little one arrives, she'll found a Flurry Heart cosplay club."
Staring up at Oasis—at the painful feminineness of her pussy, the tightness of her tailhole, the muscles of her hips, and the absolute wonder of her Twilight outfit—Star Tracker's brain nearly blanked out. He gave a long sloppy lick up from the bottom of her slit up to her clit, then back down, and her entire body shook in response, her tail wagging and her anus clenching. His forehooves moved up and massaged her cutie marks and Oasis moaned in response. Juices flowed, pouring over his lips and down his cheeks and dripping into his eyes, blurring his vision and making him blink.
Her taste, upon a second inspection, was indeed not as sweet as Cherry Mango's, but it was still wonderful in its own way—
And then Star Tracker's life changed. As he'd concentrated on licking and massaging and tasting and eyeing Oasis's most intimate parts, Cherry had straddled him and then impaled herself with a sharp thrust, taking his erection fully into her pussy with that singular lunge.
He gasped into Oasis as the heat, the warmth, the sodden wetness of Cherry's vagina wrapped around his shaft as the weight of her body settled across his hips.
He took a split second to realize that he, Star Tracker, had gotten sex. He was no longer a virgin!
And even better, he was getting his first time from somepony functionally equivalent to Princess Twilight, while another similarly-dressed mare rode his face.
Too bad he couldn't tell the rest of his school's Twilightistan club: nopony would ever believe him.
Cherry stroked up, lifting her hips off his, and a soft whine escaped Star Tracker as her smooth, velvety pussy walls dragged up his shaft. The sensation of her was truly and entirely unlike anything he'd felt, imagined, before. The ridge of his tip, in particular, tingled like a magic spell was wrapped around it.
Her forehooves pressed on his belly as she levered herself up. At the top of her stroke, her pussylips just barely holding his tip aligned with her channel, she paused. The wind of the zeppelin's passage cooled his dick where her juices wet him.
She lowered herself, slowly this time, and Cherry moaned in synchrony with Star Tracker as his shaft refilled her pussy.
Oasis's thighs squeezed around his head. "Don't lose focus, peasant," she chided before lowering her own pussy an inch or so, and his muzzle pressed between her lips and against her opening, his tongue going up her pussy in surprise as she dropped her forehooves heavily onto the middle of his chest. Her flesh plugged his nose and he struggled to eat her and mouth-breathe simultaneously. His eyes were now barely an inch or two from her anus and he started at that tight, forbidden entrance as it throbbed in time with the squeezing of her pussy around his tongue.
Oasis moaned happily as his tongue drove deep up her channel. Cherry stroked up again and the sensation, once more, filled his body with an inexplicable warmth.
They settled into a rhythm, Star Tracker tongue-fucking Oasis while Cherry rode slowly up and down his cock. Oasis's hips trembled and her knees squeezed his head, holding him in place like a vice, her flows filling his mouth and he swallowed greedily to avoid being drowned by her pussy's gushing.
Cherry's rhythm changed, then she stopped, hovering at the top of her stroke as she gasped and mumbled and cursed before dropping her entire weight down once more, landing her hips painfully across his, and she came loudly and wetly, squirting hot and sticky marecum across his belly and balls and her pussy tightening around his shaft. Star Tracker arched his back and moaned into Oasis's pussy just before she lifted herself off.
"Let's switch," Oasis said. "He's probably ready to cum and I want his load. I want it bad."
Cherry leaned forward, her weight on her forehooves on Sar Tracker's belly, as she caught her breath and her pussy convulsed around his cock at random for a few more seconds. "He's not huge but he's big enough, and he's super hard. You'll like him."
"I don't need cocks as big as you," Oasis pointed out. "I haven't had three foals stretch me out."
"Rude." Cherry lifted up a leg and dismounted him, a string of her sticky marecum connecting his glistening cock to her meaty labia. Oasis leaned down and sucked his cock into her mouth with a single smooth slurp, deep-throating him in an instant. Her tongue massaged him and she bobbed her head up and down up and down up and down, sucking him clean of Cherry's flows.
Star Tracker whined like a kitten, the noise high in the back of his throat, at the sensation. His back arched more and he squirmed his hips against the deck of the zeppelin. As astounding as Cherry's pussy had been, Oasis's mouth and throat were even better! Warmer, perhaps not quite as wet, but she massaged him with her tongue and throat and it was so tight and slick and hot...
She lifted her head back up and his cock now glistened with her saliva, instead of Cherry' pussy, in the dim lamplight. "Nice," Oasis said.
"Fuck him quickly, dear, he's probably about to cum."
Oasis gently bopped his balls with a hoof. "Don't cum too fast, your princess commands you."
Star Tracker chuckled. "Heh, uh, I'll try. Princess."
"But absolutely do cum inside me, you have permission, 'kay?"
He just nodded.
Cherry Mango gave him another sloppy kiss, dragging her tongue around his lips and cheeks to gather more of Oasis's juices, before hiking up a leg and settling her hips over his face. Oasis, in turn, aligned her opening with his erection and lowered herself down.
"Gaaah! Oasis!" he gasped.
"Don't speak into my vagina, dear," Cherry said, "you'll give me an embolism. And her name is 'Princess.'"
Oasis laughed and started fucking merrily, her hips slapping up-and-down rapidly. Pussy juice splurted every time she bottomed out. It was—it was so different. Cherry's pussy had been warm, wet, silky dragging up and down his shaft. Oasis's was just as warm, the the wetness seemed different somehow, but her channel clamped around him, squeezing the ridge around his tip like he was a tube of toothpaste she was trying to empty. Her muscular thighs clamped right around him, squeezing his cutie marks, and the sensation built deep in his balls as he felt himself preparing to cum.
She was soooo much tighter! He could feel how less stretched-out she was, not that Cherry's pussy hadn't still been wonderful.
Quickly, he sucked onto Cherry's clit, to try to get her one more orgasm of her own before he finished. Her clit, much smaller than Oasis's, throbbed against his tongue as he pressed against it, swirling his tongue back and forth, clockwise and counter, until Cherry's thighs squeezed his ears and she gushed the biggest wave of pussy juice of the evening into his mouth. He swallowed to avoid drowning as Cherry gasped and her body shook.
Oasis, voice breathy with her own orgasm and dripping hot juices over Star Tracker's balls, asked, "Good, Mom?"
Star Tracker's body bucked upon hearing the word mom from Oasis. He tried to buck them off, planning to jump over the railing again, but they both weighed too much and instead of bucking them off, he just bucked his hips up and his glans slammed into the bottom of Oasis's womb and he came, his load hot and sticky and his brain went blank as he squirted up into the younger mare's vaginal vault and his balls burned with the sensation and both mares moaned in pleasure.
"Yes!" Oasis said. "Oh, I'm dripping already, that load was huge."
"She's your mom?" he shouted.
"Duh, you didn't figure that out? No blood left in your brain at all." Oasis rubbed her hips forward and backward, dragging her clit through the puddle of cum and marejuice on his lower belly as his cock softened and spasmed inside her.
A new—smaller—voice said, "Daddy, what're mommy and sissy doing to that guy?"
Star Tracker turned his head to the side, looking past Cherry's tail and legs. A stallion cradled a sleeping toddler as a schoolfilly tugged at his mane.
"They're just doing their Twilight cosplay," the stallion said with a laugh. "They do enjoy that."
Oasis levered herself up, dripping cum onto Star Tracker's belly. "Hey, Dad!"
From the other direction came more voices: Cadance, Twilight Velvet, Shining Armor, Twilight Sparkle, all muttering.
Shining Armor said, "Oh, it's Oasis Breeze. How're you?"
Oasis winked at him. "Hey, you."
Star Tracker rolled onto his hooves and stood, his legs shaking and cock rapidly retreating. "You know him?"
"Yeah, he liked my Twilight outfit—"
The real Twilight facehoofed.
"—and I fucked him in the bathroom at the zeppelin dock before we cast off."
Star Tracker's eyes went wide and he stuck his tongue out, scraping it with his hooves. "Ew! I-I ate your pussy! With sloppy seconds!"
Offended, Oasis booped his nose and spoke with a stern voice. "No, no sloppy seconds, I said I fucked him," and she pointed to her discarded alicorn dong.
Author's Note
