Double Waifu Extravaganza

Based on a real dream.

On an afternoon in June, as my giant dong slips out from between Twilight's pussy lips along with so much semen, I am struck with a feeling of deja vu. We've been here before, the ceaseless hypersex has blurred together into a single erotic moment I cannot escape. If I were not so afraid of her judgement, I'd scream. I stand up and get out of bed and walk downstairs, and as I enter the central atrium of the library I share with my purple wife, I see two more iterations of her reading on opposite couches. Right, I had forgotten about them. All these multiversions of her blur together. They're all the same at a certain level, purple, cute, passionate about my penis, yet it is the minor differences which make them unique which come to the forefront. In my aimless mental meandering I seem to have physically fumbled the stairs, and am now falling down them. I tumble twice, bruising my foreward shins, yet the good grace of the unicorns below saves me from my final contact with the floor. I float to the floor and get dusted off.

"Are you well?" Twilight asks me.

I stare intently at the cute purple horse.

"Do you have brain damage?" she continues. Another Twilight looks over from the coach on the other side of the room, her face is the same but her expression less interested. Who am I talking to? Which Twilight is this? No glasses, normal haircut, no extra anatomy that I can see. Is this Twilight four? Number one is upstairs, I had thought. Is this really the original?

"I am well," I tell her, "thank you for catching me." I would number their outfits if it wasn't misogynistic. I give her a kiss and as a serpentine tongue flows into my mouth and down my throat I realize that this is Twilight seven. Across the room the scoffing purple pony's thick black eyelines clearly identify her as Twilight number 3 a.k.a. Goth Twilight.

"Is Bathspounge here?" Twilight asks from behind me and I turn around to see that it is one with glasses. Then she casts herself against my chest and starts to kiss the crook of my neck. Twilight who's behind me climbs on top of me and spoons with me from behind, licking over the crest of my ear before plunging her long tongue into my ear. Twilight pulls her face up to mine and starts making out with me. They collectively lift me up and we move onto the couch. The feeling of Twilights' tongues lapping across my tip informs me that more are joining, the true number unknown. At some point I get hard, casting the waifus aside with the immense mass and vigor of my erection. My cock can not last long in this house without being fucked, and it is no time at all before the Twilights' internal politics have chosen who goes first. I wiggle my dick into the purple penis case as I have so many times before. She's wrapping her hooves around the massive bulge which protrudes from her chest. Her head bends down and she sucks on the end of the bulge, giving me a ghost blowjob through her own womb alongside the countless other Twilights, called by my musk, also lapping and licking at the sides of her bulging belly. All the tongues and orifices at once is too much, and I start cumming, blasting Twilight's insides with gallon after gallon of cock-juice. My giant dong slips out of Twilight's pussy along with so much semen, and in no time at all the mouths of many more Twilights have congregated around it to clean me and vie for the next spot in the rotation. I stop caring, letting them pick who I'm fucking and how I'm fucking them. I look up at who it is, I have no memory of this mare. What is my relationship to her? What portal did she come through? When did I marry her? Nevermind, we've been here before. I crash into slumber.

Zzzzz

Ah! I’m awake! How long was I out? It’s dark outside now, so at least a few hours. I’m back in my bed, surrounded by snoring Sparkles. My penis feels very tingly from it’s overuse, hour after hour spent shoved into a squeezing orifice starting to wear on its skin. But no matter; sometime soon, whenever enough of them are awake, I’ll have them renew the enchantments on my penis that keep it huge and growing, unbreakable and awesome in all its many ways. My balls gurgle and one rolls over onto its other side, hundreds of gallons of cum settling into a lower, more stable position. I should get another penis installed, at some point, maybe a smaller and more practical one. I nurse an erection to other thoughts about my second dick as I fall back asleep.