Twilight Sparkle, Ruler of the Four Corners of the World, our sacred Protagonist, Queen of the Universe, was asleep. Not that She required sleep. Her physical form was an expression of Her whim so it had only as many biological functions as Twilight wanted. Twilight was sleeping not because She needed to, but to give the rest of Equestria a break from endlessly worshiping Her endless equine cock. While She slept, Twilight transposed Her consciousness into the dimension of dreams so She could have sex with Luna, High Princess of Erotic Dreams, while She waited. Luna was riding Her cock, enjoying the flood of leaking precum while she dutifully streamed wet dreams into her God Queen’s mind. But what does The Pony who already has everything dream about? Sexy books.
Twilight grabbed a particularly sultry leather-bound grimoire in a bubble of purple magic. She ripped open her cover to expose all her blank, virgin vellum. The book squealed. Twilight flipped Her dick off Her shoulder and slapped it into the book’s page cleavage. Twilight ground Her hips into the book, straitening out Her cock before stepping back. She then used Her cock as a quill, writing line after line of erotica with the stainingest purple precum in the galaxy. What did She write? You’re reading it. Twilight ejaculated meta porn into Her book lover with expertise, shaping Her urethra to precisely print each and every perfect punctuation and letter, while never forgetting to capitalize Her name or pronouns.
Twilight was perceiving several realities at once at the current moment, including the dream dimension where ms. Sexy Book was orgasming around Her, the Equestrian moon where Luna was dreaming with Her while orgasming around Her, and the dimension where I the author prepares Her text for human audiences, while also orgasming around Her.
Sunlight trickled over the surface of the moon and into the God Queen’s third eye. Knowing this, She woke up, while keeping a fragment of Her mind in the dream world with ms. Sexy Book, as well as a fragment inside me, writing the narration of what She was doing in both.
Twilight Sparkle, God Queen of the Multiverse, Anointer of Alicorns, Sex Incarnate, stood up from her bed, a massive, God-sized crater She carved into the surface of the moon with Her own cumshot. While on Equestria, no less. She unfurled Her three pairs of wings to their full expanse, blocking out a good portion of the moon as She basked in Celestia's warm, worshiping radiation.
Luna, second bride of the Goddess, hung off her Goddess's waist, orgasming in earnest as the God Queen's perfect cock grew inside her. It went from the gargantuan, seventy foot long softie She had while sleeping to two-hundred feet in a millisecond. Luna, gasped, feeling oceans of Her diluvian precum blast her ovaries.
Twilight flew back to Equestria by flapping Her wings a couple of times. The crowds of trillions praying for Her arrival rejoiced as their God Queen slammed into the ground cock-first. Luna’s immortal tummy strained as the already bulged, taught skin broke into the mantle. Countless ponies were slaughtered, smushed beneath Luna's growing cumgut or else cast into the volcanic chasm that tickled Twilight's hooves. That would have no long term affect on Equestira's astronomical population growth, however, thanks to the infinite virility of their One True Goddess.
She stood up and cracked Her neck. Her mouth opened, and the first sound out of it killed everypony that heard, anypony less than an alicorn's heart being too weak, and imploding from the sheer power in Her voice. "Where is my wife?" She asked.
Celestia, first wife of the Goddess, Lady of the Day, and perhaps the God Queen's favorite consort, was booking it on her wings, having just finished moving the Sun, Her alarm clock, into position. Seeing as how she hadn't taken her Goddess' cock in hours, she was understandably eager to get her fix.
It was impossible for anypony to remember a time before the current paradigm, as the God Queen’s cock had eradicated any memories from before Her ascension into the sexiest being in existence. But Twilight remembered. Back when She was a mere mortal alicorn in Celestia’s court, the Archmagus of Orgasms, but still a mortal pony with finite amounts of magic and penis. Although the infinitely long dick was fun, Twilight most enjoyed Her newfound infinite capacity for knowledge and learning. There is a pronounced difference between thinking using a brain, and thinking using the pure energy of Her inexorable will. Secrets of the arcane became much easier to grasp when She didn’t have to fit them in a crude flesh container. It was in those days that the first sacred marriage had occurred, bonding Celestia to the omniscient omicorn magistrate Herself, although She doubted Celestia could recall back that far.
Twilight Sparkle, Empress of Reality, saw Celestia silhouetted by her own star and cracked a smile that could have killed millions, had their been any surviving ponies to see it. Celestia swooped down directly into a kiss, hovering midair to keep her head equal height with the enormous mouth of the God Queen. Her tongue with an equally massive thing that forced Celestia's jaw to unhinge as it squiggled down her slimy throat, bulging out her neck as it pulsated. The God Queen pulled Her hips back, out of Luna. Luna was absolutely destroyed, her body dwarfed by a belly that overflowed their crater fifty times over. The Sacred Cock was easily twice as big now, and still firing an unbroken river of thick purple pre. The smell hit Celestia's nose and she orgasmed in anticipation. Copious girlcum squirted our of her vagina and eventually landed on her sister's swollen belly. She slapped the cock against Luna, making the sea of pre inside her womb slosh, speeding up the process of her ovaries being pillaged by god-tier sperm.
Twilight Sparkle's colossal tongue steered Celestia under Her and between her legs, directing her volcanic vulva towards Her own building-sized flared cockhead, which was the only thing in the universe capable of spraying more fluid than Celestia genitals. Celestia came again. The God Queen thrusted Her tongue and speared Celestia into place before abruptly ripping Her tongue back out, giving Celestia rugburn on her esophagus.
Twilight smiled down at her as She reeled Her tongue back in. Celestia came again, and then smiled back at Her. This was her favorite part of their daily routine. There was no pause as She started pissing, the impossible purple deluge instantly replaced by an even more endless dark yellow one. Celestia's round belly radidly approached the size of her sister's as they sloshed against each other. Meanwhile, the God Queen kept draining Her bladder. She could produce even more pee if She wanted to, She could do anything, and She had in order to satisfy Celestia before; but on normal days like this, the God Queen liked to keep her biological functions like peeing, eating, and sleeping at their bare minimum.
As Her morning piss dragged past the half hour mark, Cadence, the third wife of the Goddess, princess of childbirth, aspect of fertility, finally arrived. She was also flying, twin pairs of pink wings struggling to keep her perfectly round, enormously gavid belly from dragging in the rubble.
"Finally," Twilight Sparkle said with a smirk, "everyone's here, now we can have breakfast."
