Winter Wincest Wish

Chapters

Winter Wincest Wishmorning
Winter Wincest Wishday
Winter Wincest Wishevening
Winter Wincest Wishnight

Winter Wincest Wishmorning

Sunny Starscout stirred in the warm glow of dawn, a light that filtered through the luminous walls of the Crystal Brighthouse. The bed beside her shifted, Misty Brightdawn's soft blue mane catching the morning rays. Sunny smiled to herself, savoring the quiet moment before the day began in full force. It was Winter Wishday, their first together as a couple, and Sunny’s heart thudded with excitement at the thought of celebrating this magical time with her marefriend and their fathers.

"Morning, Misty," Sunny whispered, brushing a hoof through Misty's mane, earning a gentle sigh in return. Misty's violet eyes fluttered open, a lazy smile spreading across her face as she snuggled closer, her muzzle brushing against Sunny's neck.

“Mmm, morning Sunny… What a perfect day to wake up to,” Misty murmured, voice still heavy with sleep but filled with warmth. "I can't wait for today… our first Winter Wishday together."

Sunny’s heart warmed at the thought. "Me neither. We’ve come so far."

They shared a tender moment, their bodies gently pressing together under the soft covers before Misty pulled back with a small chuckle, eyes sparkling mischievously. "You know… it’s still early. We could celebrate a bit before the others wake up."

Sunny smirked, leaning in close. “You’re reading my mind, Misty.”

But before the moment could escalate further, the quiet murmur of voices from the hall reminded them that they weren't alone. Izzy’s cheerful tone echoed through the brighthouse, talking excitedly with Comet. With a sigh, Sunny rolled onto her back, gazing up at the twinkling crystal ceiling. The day was only just beginning, and there were still things to be done.

They rose from bed, quickly making their way downstairs where the others had already gathered. Izzy was bouncing excitedly on her hooves, practically glowing with energy as she explained her plans to the group.

“Sunny! Misty! I was just telling everypony about my epic adventure with Comet today!” Izzy exclaimed, her voice brimming with excitement. Comet grinned up at her, clearly just as eager.

Sunny raised an eyebrow, surprised. “Wait… you’re going on an adventure today?”

Izzy nodded enthusiastically. “Yup! I promised Comet I’d take him all over Equestria - well, you know, just the coolest spots. I know it’s Winter Wishday, but this is going to be super fun!”

Misty leaned in closer to Sunny. “Guess it’s just us for today then,” she whispered with a smile.

Just then, Hitch galloped into the room, a worried look on his face. “Guys, I’m sorry, but I won’t be able to join the celebration either,” he announced, his voice tight with concern. “Grandma Figgy’s fallen ill, and I need to go take care of her.”

Sunny’s heart sank a little. “Oh no, Hitch… I hope she’ll be okay.”

“I’m sure she will, but she needs me right now. I’ve gotta head out soon,” Hitch replied, giving them all a reassuring but hurried smile.

Zipp and Pipp, who had been quietly listening from the corner, exchanged glances before Zipp flared her wings. “And we’ll be in and out, grabbing everything we need for today,” she said, a determined edge to her voice. “We’ve got some royal duties to deal with, but we’ll be back before you know it!”

Sunny nodded, smiling gratefully at her friends. "Thanks, everypony. We’ll make the best of it, even if things aren’t going exactly as planned."

As her friends began to scatter, heading off to their respective tasks, Sunny glanced at Misty, her heart swelling with affection. “Looks like it’s just you, me, and our dads.”

Misty grinned. “And that sounds like the perfect way to celebrate.”

* * *

The warm morning light bathed the Crystal Brighthouse in a soft glow as Sunny and Misty sat across from each other at the breakfast table, the scent of fresh hay pancakes and syrup hanging in the air. The place felt peaceful and still, the kind of calm that came when the world was just beginning to wake up. Both mares had been enjoying the quiet, but there was something lingering between them, unspoken.

Their fathers, Argyle and Alphabittle, were still in Bridlewood, planning to visit later that night. That gave them time - time to talk about something that had been on both of their minds but neither had quite found the courage to bring up.

Sunny set her fork down, glancing at Misty, who was absently pushing her pancakes around her plate. “Hey, Misty,” she began, her voice soft but intent, “I’ve been thinking… about us. About, you know, starting a family.”

Misty blinked, looking up with a mix of curiosity and excitement. “You mean… us becoming moms?” She smiled, but there was a hint of nervousness in her voice. They’d talked about it before, but only in passing, like a dream they weren’t quite ready to chase.

“Yeah,” Sunny said, her chest tightening with a combination of excitement and uncertainty. “We’ve been talking about it for a while, and… I really think we’re ready. I think it’s time we figure out how to actually make it happen.”

Misty’s heart raced a little, her cheeks flushing as she nodded. “I’ve been thinking about that too, Sunny. I really want us to have a family together.” She paused, her ears flicking slightly as a thought crossed her mind. “But… how are we going to do it? I mean, we thought about asking Hitch, but with him being all about Sprout now…”

Sunny laughed lightly, shaking her head. “Yeah, Hitch is a no-go. He’s totally wrapped up in Sprout, and besides, he’s already got a foal to take care of, or well, a dragon. And you know him - he’d probably go on about paperwork and legal stuff.”

Misty giggled, picturing Hitch with a stack of forms, and for a moment, the tension between them lifted. But as the laughter faded, the conversation shifted back to its serious core. Sunny leaned forward slightly, her voice softening.

“I’ve been thinking… maybe we should ask each other’s dads.”

Misty froze for a moment, her eyes widening as the weight of Sunny’s words settled in. “You mean… your dad?” she asked slowly, her heart thudding in her chest. “And… Alphabittle?”

Sunny nodded, her expression earnest but calm. “Yeah. I know it’s a big ask, but… it feels like the right thing. We love our dads, and they love us. They’ve both missed out on so much of our lives, but this could be a way to bring them closer to us. I mean, Argyle’s always cared about you like family, and Alphabittle’s been like a second dad to me ever since we became close.”

Misty’s mind raced as she considered it. The idea was bold, even a little wild - but it made sense. Argyle had always been gentle and loving, and she knew he’d do anything for Sunny. And Alphabittle - he’d missed so much of her foalhood, and now he was so proud of the mare she had become. It would be a way for him to be part of something bigger, something that could bring them even closer.

“But… you think they’d actually say yes?” Misty asked, her voice soft, unsure but intrigued. “That’s… really intimate, Sunny.”

Sunny smiled, her hoof reaching across the table to gently touch Misty’s. “I know it is. But I think they’d understand. They love us, and they’d do anything to help us be happy. Besides, who better to help us have a foal than somepony who already loves us like family?”

Misty’s eyes softened as she met Sunny’s gaze, the idea settling in her heart. It was unconventional, yes, but that didn’t mean it was wrong. If anything, it felt like a natural extension of the love they already shared with their fathers.

“You’re right,” Misty whispered, a small, hopeful smile spreading across her face. “It would make our family even closer, wouldn’t it?”

Sunny’s face lit up with relief and excitement. “Exactly. It’s not just about us starting a family - it’s about connecting with the ones who’ve always been there for us, even when they couldn’t be.”

Misty took a deep breath, the nerves giving way to a quiet sense of resolution. “Alright,” she said softly, her voice steadier now. “When they get here… we’ll ask them.”

Sunny grinned, her eyes shining with hope and love. The decision was made, and though they didn’t know how their fathers would react, they felt a sense of rightness in their choice. It was more than just starting a family - it was about building something meaningful, together.

* * *

As the quiet moments stretched between them, Misty’s smile faltered slightly. She shifted in her seat, her hooves fidgeting with the edge of her plate. Sunny noticed, raising an eyebrow. “Misty? What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice soft, sensing something was troubling her.

Misty hesitated, biting her lip, her eyes darting around the room as if she were searching for the right words - or maybe the courage to say them. Finally, she looked at Sunny, her voice barely above a whisper. “Sunny, before we ask our dads… there’s something I need to tell you.”

Sunny tilted her head, concern flickering in her eyes. “You can tell me anything, Misty. You know that.”

Misty took a deep breath, her heart racing. “I know, but this… this is different. You have to promise me you won’t tell anypony. Ever.”

Sunny’s expression softened, but the seriousness in Misty’s tone made her sit up straight. She reached across the table, taking Misty’s hoof in hers. “I swear, Misty. Whatever it is, I won’t tell a soul.”

Misty’s eyes darted to the door, ensuring they were still alone. When she finally spoke, her words came out in a shaky rush, as if confessing this would make her heart explode. “Sunny… I don’t want your dad to put a foal inside of me.”

Sunny blinked, her mind whirling for a second as she processed the confession. “Wait, what do you mean? I thought… I thought we agreed on-”

“No.” Misty’s voice shook, but she pressed on, her eyes burning with a mix of shame and something darker. “It’s not that. I… I want my own dad to do it. I want Alphabittle to put a foal inside of me.”

Sunny’s breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest as the weight of Misty’s words hit her. Her mind reeled, stunned into silence. Misty’s face was flushed, her eyes wide with fear of rejection or judgment, but there was a burning honesty in them that couldn’t be ignored.

“I know it’s wrong,” Misty continued, her voice breaking. “I know it’s bad, and I shouldn’t even want this. But I do. I’ve thought about it for so long, Sunny. I can’t help it… I just need it to be him. I need… more of him, you know?

Sunny’s mind spun, trying to find the words, the right response. Her heart was racing, not just from the shock of what Misty had confessed, but because a part of her - an unspoken, hidden part - felt the same. She hadn’t dared to admit it to herself, not fully. But now that Misty had laid her darkest desire bare, it cracked something open inside of Sunny, too.

“Misty…” Sunny whispered, her voice barely audible. “I… I didn’t want to say anything either, but… I feel the same.”

Misty’s eyes widened, her breath catching. “You do?”

Sunny nodded slowly, her cheeks flushing as she spoke the words she’d been afraid to say, even to herself. “I don’t want anypony else but my dad to put a foal inside me, either. I thought it was wrong, that I shouldn’t feel this way, but… hearing you say it…” She trailed off, her pulse racing as the confession hung between them, raw and exposed.

The room seemed to close in around them, the air thick with the weight of their shared secret.

Sunny’s heart hammered in her chest, but she felt a strange sense of relief, as though admitting it had lifted something heavy off her shoulders. She had thought her Dad was dead, had thought that for a very long time, but when they defeated Opaline… he was freed from some magical prison. He was back, living in Bridlewood, but back. He had missed so much of her life that the idea of her needing more of him resonated in her soul.

Misty looked at her, eyes wide and filled with a mix of fear and relief, realizing they weren’t so alone in their desires. “We both want the same thing…” Misty murmured, her voice trembling with the realization.

Sunny’s eyes widened as the weight of their shared confessions sank in, but instead of fear, something else flickered in her gaze - determination. Without a word, she stood up from the table, her mind racing. Misty watched her, confusion blooming on her face.

“Sunny? Where are you going?”

Sunny hesitated for just a moment, then looked back at Misty with a wild spark in her eyes. “There’s something I need to show you,” she said, her voice urgent. “I found it a few weeks ago… in my dad’s old study. It explains everything.”

Before Misty could say anything, Sunny dashed out of the room. Misty sat there, her heart pounding, a strange mixture of curiosity and nervousness swelling in her chest. A few minutes later, Sunny returned, clutching a large, worn leather-bound book. The cover was cracked with age, its golden lettering faded but still legible.

“What is that?” Misty asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sunny set the heavy book down on the table with a soft thud, her hooves trembling slightly as she opened it to a marked page. “It’s an old text,” Sunny began, her eyes scanning the familiar words. “I found it when I was going through my dad’s things. It talks about how… incest wasn’t always seen as wrong. Not like it is now.”

Misty blinked, leaning closer to peer at the yellowed pages. “What do you mean?”

Sunny’s voice was hushed, but there was an intensity in it as she continued. “Back in the old days of Equestria, incest was common. Twilight Sparkle… and her whole family… they were involved in it. Her brother, her parents - they all shared this kind of bond.”

Misty gasped, her eyes widening. “Twilight Sparkle? But she’s a legend! I never… I never heard anything like that.”

Sunny flipped through a few more pages, her hoof tracing the old text. “And it wasn’t just her. There are stories about the ponies of Sire’s Hollow too. The Apple family, the Orange family, the Pears, even the Pies. They all… kept things within the family.”

Misty stared at the book, her heart thudding in her chest as she took in what Sunny was saying. “Are you saying this was normal back then?”

Sunny nodded, her voice soft but firm. “Yes. According to this book, it was. Ponies back then didn’t see it the way we do now. Even Princess Celestia and Princess Luna…” She hesitated, her cheeks flushing slightly. “They had a thing with each other too.”

Misty’s breath caught in her throat. “Celestia and Luna…?”

Sunny nodded, flipping to a passage that detailed the bond between the royal sisters. “It was part of who they were, part of their lives. And there are even more stories - dozens of them, showing that it wasn’t as taboo as it is now.”

Misty’s mind raced, the weight of everything Sunny was telling her crashing over her like a tidal wave. She had always thought her feelings, her desires, were wrong - twisted somehow. But hearing this… it changed everything. If even the greatest ponies in Equestria had shared these kinds of bonds, maybe what she wanted wasn’t as unnatural as she’d feared.

Sunny looked up from the book, her eyes meeting Misty’s, full of emotion. “I’m not saying we have to do anything… but this shows that it’s not as wrong as modern ponies think it is. It’s not some terrible thing, Misty. It was part of our history.”

Misty sat back, her mind reeling, her heart pounding as she absorbed what Sunny had just shared. The revelation sent a shiver down her spine, not from fear but from the overwhelming realization that maybe, just maybe, their desires weren’t as forbidden as they’d thought.

“What… what do we do now?” Misty whispered, her voice trembling slightly as the truth of their shared secret settled deep within her.

Sunny smiled softly, closing the book with a soft thud. “We figure it out together. We decide what we want. No judgment, no shame. Just us.”

* * *

Meanwhile, in Alphabittle’s tea shop nestled deep in Bridlewood, the quiet hum of early morning was broken only by the sounds of clinking cups and shuffling supplies. The shop, typically a peaceful haven, buzzed with preparation as Alphabittle and his new co-worker, Argyle Starshine, worked side by side, packing boxes and double-checking lists. They had a big trip ahead of them—heading to the Brighthouse to spend time with their daughters for Winter Wishday.

But something felt off.

Alphabittle, normally cheerful and steady, seemed quieter today. His usual lighthearted banter was missing, and there was a heaviness to his movements that hadn’t gone unnoticed. Argyle, who had become a close friend to Alphabittle since reuniting with his daughter, watched him carefully, sensing something was wrong.

After a few more minutes of silence, Argyle finally broke it. “Hey, Alphabittle,” he said, glancing over as he folded a tea towel. “You’ve been awfully quiet this morning. Is something on your mind?”

Alphabittle grunted, his focus still on the boxes in front of him. “It’s nothing, Argyle. Don’t worry about it.”

Argyle smiled softly, knowing there was more to it. He wasn’t one to push too hard, but he also didn’t like seeing his friend clearly weighed down by something. “Come on now,” he said, his voice gentle but persistent. “I know when something’s bothering you. You can tell me. We’ve got time before we need to head out and getting it off your chest might help.”

Alphabittle paused, his jaw tightening as he placed a teapot into the box. He let out a heavy sigh, clearly debating with himself whether to speak or keep it bottled up. Argyle’s patient silence finally won him over, and Alphabittle put down what he was holding, turning to face him.

“Alright,” Alphabittle muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “But don’t laugh, okay?”

Argyle gave him an encouraging nod. “Promise. What’s on your mind?”

Alphabittle hesitated for a second, then sighed deeply, his shoulders sagging a little. “It’s just… this trip. Spending time with Misty, and, well… seeing her all grown up.” His voice trailed off, and for a moment, he seemed lost in his thoughts. “I missed so much of her life, Argyle. So many years where I wasn’t there for her, and now… I don’t know how to handle it. Being a father now, when she’s already her own mare.”

Argyle listened closely, his brow furrowing with empathy. “That’s not easy,” he said softly. “I get it. I feel the same way sometimes, even though I’ve always been close with Sunny. You want to make up for lost time, but it feels like… like you’re too late.”

Alphabittle nodded, his eyes distant. “Exactly. I feel like I missed my chance to be the kind of father she needed. And now, I’m not sure how to make it right. She’s strong, independent, in a committed relationship that feels real and I’m proud of her. But part of me just… wants to protect her. Like I should have done all those years ago.”

Argyle gave a thoughtful hum, crossing his arms as he leaned back against the counter. “I hear you. But you know, Misty doesn’t hold that against you. She loves you, Alphabittle. The fact that you’re here now, that you’re trying - that’s what matters. She’s not expecting you to make up for the past. She just wants her dad in her life.”

Alphabittle’s eyes softened as Argyle’s words sank in. “I know you’re right. I just… can’t shake this feeling, you know? Like I’m not doing enough. By all the crystals in Bridlewood… she lives in Maretime Bay now. We only see each other on holidays and special occasions.”

Argyle smiled gently. “I’m in the same boat… I live in Bridlewood with Sunny in Maretime Bay also. I want to do more for her, be there, but she’s her own mare now and I felt like I needed to give her space. You’re doing more than enough, my friend. Trust me. It’s hard, being away for so long and trying to step back into the role of a father, but you’re here now. That’s what counts. Misty knows you care. Just as I hope Sunny knows I care.”

Alphabittle nodded slowly, feeling the weight in his chest ease just a little. “I guess you’re right. It’s just hard not to think about what could’ve been different.”

Argyle clapped him on the shoulder, giving him a reassuring smile. “I know. But you’ve got now, Alphabittle. And the future. That’s what you focus on. You’re here for her now, and that’s what’s important.”

Alphabittle’s expression darkened after a moment of silence. His hooves trembled slightly as he set down the item he was holding, his voice low, almost like he was choking on the words. “Argyle… there’s something else. Something I haven’t told anypony.”

Argyle stopped mid-motion, glancing at his friend. “What is it, Alphabittle?”

Alphabittle took a deep, shuddering breath, his face etched with guilt and shame. “I’m a horrible father, Argyle. I’ve been trying to be there for Misty, but… I can’t stop thinking about her in a way I shouldn’t.” His voice cracked as he continued. “I can’t get it out of my head - how much I want her. How much I want to be with her, in the worst way. To be inside her.”

He stared down at his hooves, his heart heavy with the admission, his voice barely above a whisper. “It makes me feel like some sick, twisted monster. I shouldn’t even be thinking like this about my own daughter.”

Argyle’s brow furrowed as he listened, but there wasn’t a hint of judgment in his expression. He didn’t recoil, didn’t turn away. Instead, he watched Alphabittle with quiet sympathy, waiting for him to finish.

“I… I don’t know why I feel this way, but I can’t make it stop. And I just… I needed to tell somepony. I know it’s wrong, and I don’t expect you to understand, but I couldn’t keep it inside anymore,” Alphabittle finished, his voice thick with anguish. “I’m terrified of what this makes me.”

Argyle, calm and collected, reached out and placed a hoof on Alphabittle’s shoulder, squeezing gently. “It’s okay, Alphabittle. It’s okay to feel this way.”

Alphabittle’s eyes shot up, shock clear on his face. “How can you say that? I just admitted I-”

Argyle cut him off gently, shaking his head. “I’m not judging you, Alpha. Feelings like this… they’re not as unnatural as you think. Trust me.” He paused, taking a breath before continuing. “I’ve come across things in my studies, things that explain exactly what you’re going through. And it’s more common than you’d think.”

Alphabittle blinked, confusion mixing with his shame. “What are you talking about?”

Argyle gave him a small, understanding smile. “Stay here. I have something to show you.”

Without waiting for a response, Argyle left the shop and walked over to a small building beside it - his new study. He’d set it up not long ago, full of the books and artifacts he had gathered over the years, especially from his travels before being trapped in magical stasis. After a few moments, he returned, holding a large, ancient book - its leather cover worn but still sturdy.

It was the same kind of book Sunny had found.

“This,” Argyle said as he placed the book on the counter between them, “is one of the books I found during my travels. It’s from the olden days of Equestria, written by Princess Twilight Sparkle herself.”

Alphabittle’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the old tome, curiosity stirring within him. “What… is this?”

Argyle opened the book carefully, flipping through the delicate, yellowed pages until he found the section he was looking for. “During my travels, I found a lot of old books, documents from the time before modern Equestria. This one… it details how things were back then. Incest wasn’t seen the way it is now. In fact, it was part of many families’ lives. Even the most well-known families - the Apples, Oranges, Pears, Pies… even Twilight’s own family.”

Alphabittle stared at the pages, his breathing shallow as Argyle continued.

“There are stories of Twilight Sparkle and her brother, her parents… even Princess Celestia and Luna had a bond that went far beyond what we’d consider normal today. It was just part of life back then, something ponies embraced.”

Argyle paused, his gaze meeting Alphabittle’s. “It’s not as wrong as modern ponies think it is. These feelings, they’ve always been part of our world. And there’s no reason for you to feel like you’re some kind of monster.”

Alphabittle’s heart pounded in his chest as he stared at the book, the weight of Argyle’s words pressing down on him. “But… this is all so…”

“Shocking?” Argyle finished, nodding. “I know. But I’m telling you, it’s okay to feel what you feel. You’re not alone in this, and you’re not the first pony to struggle with it.”

Alphabittle swallowed hard, the shame and confusion still swirling inside him, but now mixed with something else—relief, and perhaps a glimmer of understanding. “So… you’re saying it’s not wrong? What I’m feeling?”

Argyle smiled gently. “I’m saying that it’s not as simple as right or wrong. Ponies have felt this way for generations, and it’s only in recent times that things have changed. You’re not alone in this, Alphabittle. And you don’t have to carry this guilt.”

Alphabittle’s gaze dropped back to the book, his mind still racing but now with the weight of possibility. The history of Equestria, the hidden stories buried in its past - it all seemed to paint a very different picture than what he had believed.

The teahouse was quiet, dimly lit by the soft glow of candles scattered on the tables, their flames flickering in the comfortable warmth of the room. Argyle sat back in his chair, swirling his tea idly, his eyes fixed on Alphabittle across the table. The clinking of their cups and the crackle of the hearth were the only sounds filling the space. No other ponies were there to overhear them, not that they’d understand the tension hanging in the air anyway.

Argyle broke the silence first, his voice low, almost a whisper. “You ever find your eyes lingering a little too long on a mare, Alpha? Noticed the way she moves, the way her tail flicks just right sometimes?”

Alphabittle didn’t answer right away, but his ears twitched. He knew where this was going. Argyle had that look in his eyes, the one that said he was about to tread into dangerous territory. Still, Alphabittle stayed silent, letting Argyle carry on.

“I’ve seen it with Sunny,” Argyle continued, his tone soft, deliberate. “When she’s trotting around all determined-like, her head high, tail swishing back and forth, like she doesn’t have a care in the world... sometimes it shifts just enough to give you a peek.” His eyes glinted with something dark and unspoken, his voice almost growling now. “And you can’t help but think, just for a second, what it'd be like to press her down right there, tail lifted, her breath catching in her throat as you-”

Alphabittle’s throat tightened. He didn’t say anything, but he knew the feeling Argyle was describing. He had seen Sunny that way too, more than once, though he’d never admit it outright. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, but Argyle caught the movement and smiled knowingly.

“It’s okay,” Argyle said, as if sensing Alphabittle’s unspoken thoughts. “We’re stallions, Alpha. We notice these things. We’re wired to.” He leaned in a little closer, lowering his voice even more. “And it’s not just Sunny, is it? I’ve seen how you look at Misty.”

Alphabittle’s ears flattened slightly, his heart skipping a beat. He had tried to keep it subtle, to keep his glances innocent, but Argyle had clearly picked up on it. Misty had this way of trotting around, so unaware of how her hindquarters swayed or how her tail would lift just enough when she bent down to grab something. It was innocent, completely natural... and yet, it stirred something primal inside him.

“She’s got that same naive charm, doesn’t she?” Argyle continued, his grin growing. “Always so shy, so sweet... and yet every now and then, when she moves just right, that tail of hers lifts up enough to make you wonder. Makes you think about what it would be like to have her under you, doesn’t it?”

Alphabittle’s throat tightened, his eyes narrowing as a flicker of guilt crossed his face. But Argyle was right. There were moments when Misty’s innocent demeanor only made the thoughts more intense, more tantalizing. She had no idea what ran through his mind when her soft tail flicked, momentarily revealing a glimpse of something she wasn’t even aware of.

Argyle leaned back, his expression now a mixture of understanding and something darker. “We can’t help but let our thoughts wander sometimes, happens to all stallions of all ages. You see that curve under a mare’s tail, you catch a glimpse when she’s not paying attention... and for a moment, your imagination runs wild.”

Alphabittle finally spoke, his voice rough, low. “I’ve thought about it. Misty... she’s just got this innocence to her, makes you want to protect her... but also makes you wonder what she’d sound like if you... fucked her. Start with a soft whisper and make her scream your name…”

Argyle chuckled softly, nodding. “Exactly. We all think it, even if we don’t say it. It’s fine to let your mind wander. It’s healthy, in fact.” He paused, his eyes glinting with something mischievous. “But you know the line, right? You can think it, maybe catch a peek when they’re not looking, maybe imagine them with their tails lifted high, begging for it... but you don’t act.”

Alphabittle glanced down at his tea, considering Argyle’s words. The line between thought and action blurred so easily, especially when those thoughts lingered too long. But he nodded slowly, acknowledging the truth in what Argyle was saying.

“Just enjoy the view when you can,” Argyle continued with a smirk. “No harm in that. A little glance when the tail sways just right, a little peek when they don’t notice... that’s as far as it goes. We think it, we imagine it, but we never touch. We never cross that line. It was okay once upon a time, but I don’t know anypony that still does it. If any do… it’s a well-kept secret.”

The words hung in the air, a silent agreement passing between them. Both stallions knew the thoughts that drifted through their minds, the fleeting fantasies that came with each swish of a mare’s tail or the accidental glimpse beneath. But it would stay that way - just thoughts, just fantasy.

Argyle took another sip of his tea, the tension easing from his voice as he smiled again. “No harm in a little perving every now and then, right?”

Alphabittle stared into his tea, the warm liquid swirling in his cup, but his mind was elsewhere - lost in thoughts that weighed heavier with each word Argyle had spoken. He shifted in his seat, the quiet of the teahouse only amplifying the tension between them, the unspoken confessions hanging in the air.

"She’s a lot like her mother," Alphabittle said suddenly, his voice rougher than usual, as if the admission itself was a burden. His gaze lifted to Argyle, searching the other stallion’s face for understanding.

Argyle nodded, his expression softening, the usual mischievous glint in his eyes replaced by something far more somber. “Sunny... yeah, she’s just like her mother too,” he admitted, his voice quieter now. “The way she looks, the way she’s so determined, always out there trying to change the world... it’s like I’m seeing her all over again. When she was young…”

For a moment, the room seemed to breathe with the weight of shared loss. Both stallions sat in the dim light, the memories of their loved ones filling the spaces between their words, filling the teahouse with a sense of absence, a sense of longing that neither of them could fully express.

“And that’s what makes this harder, doesn’t it?” Alphabittle said, his voice laced with a bitter edge. “Not having them here anymore.” He sighed, rubbing his temple with a hoof, as if trying to push the thoughts away. “I see so much of her in Misty. The way she moves, the way she smiles... it’s like being haunted sometimes. And it makes me... makes me think things I shouldn’t.”

Argyle leaned back, staring at the ceiling for a moment before speaking. “Yeah, I get it. Every time Sunny walks into a room, I catch myself thinking the same thing. Not just about how much she’s grown up, but how much she is her mother. It’s hard, knowing she’ll never really understand how much of her mom is in her. And it pulls at you, makes you want to hold onto that... even if it’s wrong.”

Alphabittle nodded, his jaw tight as he struggled with the same feelings. “It’s not just the memories,” he murmured, his voice thick with regret. “It’s the wanting to relive it, to capture what we had. When Misty looks at me with those innocent eyes, when her tail flicks just the way her mother’s used to... it makes me wish things were different. Like I could somehow bring her mother back through her.”

There was a silence then, thick and almost suffocating, the unspoken truth between them looming like a shadow neither could outrun.

Argyle shifted in his seat, his tone softer now, as if he was walking a fine line. “And it’s hard not to wonder, right? What if they noticed? What if they said something? Asked for more? Would you turn them down?”

Alphabittle sighed heavily, his hoof tracing the edge of his cup as he considered the question. His thoughts drifted back to Misty, her shy smile, the way her movements - so unaware - mirrored those of her mother. He’d tried to keep his distance, to keep the line drawn, but he couldn’t lie to himself any longer.

“No,” he admitted quietly, the words carrying a weight he hadn’t wanted to confront. “I don’t think I could. She’s too much like her mother, and I... I miss her too much. I’d tell myself it was wrong, that I shouldn’t, but if she was serious, if she came to me and said she wanted to be with me... I wouldn’t be able to turn her away.”

Argyle was silent for a moment, nodding slowly, his own gaze fixed on the floor. “Same here,” he said at last, his voice low. “If Sunny came to me... no, I wouldn’t turn her down either. It’d be like having her mother back, in a way. And that’s the hardest part, isn’t it? It’s not just the wanting. It’s the missing. It’s knowing they’ll never really understand how much we lost.”

They both sat there, the fire crackling in the hearth, the weight of their shared confessions pressing down on them like the ache of an old wound that had never quite healed. Neither of them needed to say more. The absence of their loved ones, the echoes of the past, and the impossible desires that followed - these were burdens they carried alone, even if, in this moment, they weren’t quite as alone as they used to be.

Argyle let out a bitter laugh, one that seemed to hang in the air, sharp and jagged against the quiet of the teahouse. His eyes darkened as he stared into his tea, the weight of memories pressing down on his shoulders.

“My wife... she disappeared without a trace when Sunny was young,” he said, his voice rough, edged with a pain that time hadn’t dulled. “We always talked about having a huge family. I wanted more than anything to have a house full of little ones running around. But when she disappeared, those dreams vanished with her. It’s funny, in a way. Sunny is almost the same age her mother was when she disappeared, but I didn’t age at all while I was in that magical cave. The age gap now is less like father and daughter and more like husband and wife…”

Alphabittle’s ears flicked, his eyes meeting Argyle’s, understanding the pain but not knowing how to respond to the depth of it. He knew loss, but there was a sharpness to what Argyle had gone through, something raw that he couldn’t touch.

Argyle’s gaze shifted, distant now, as if he were looking through time, staring at the life he might have had. His mouth twisted into a dark smile, the kind of smile that came when the truth was too painful to face head-on. “And then there’s Sunny,” he continued, his voice almost too quiet to hear. “She’s all I have left of that dream. And if she ever came to me, told me she wanted a foal...”

He trailed off, but Alphabittle could hear the tremor in his voice, the conflict raging just beneath the surface.

“I wouldn’t say no,” Argyle said finally, the confession falling like a stone between them. “How could I? After all these years of wanting that... if Sunny told me she wanted to carry my foal, to give me that family I lost... how could I turn her away?”

Alphabittle shifted in his seat, his throat tight. He understood now, in a way he hadn’t before. It wasn’t just the desire to relive the past or to hold onto a piece of something long gone. It was the yearning for what could have been, the need to rebuild what had been lost. And that made it all the more dangerous.

“You’d do it, wouldn’t you?” Alphabittle murmured, his voice low. “If she asked... if she came to you with that same look her mother used to give... you’d give her everything.”

Argyle didn’t hesitate. “Yes. I would. I wouldn’t even think twice.” He looked up then, meeting Alphabittle’s eyes with a kind of resigned honesty. “Because it wouldn’t just be about the act, or even the desire. It would be about getting back that piece of my life that was stolen from me. I’d be reliving everything I lost... and in that moment, I wouldn’t care if it was right or wrong.”

Alphabittle swallowed hard, the weight of the conversation settling in his chest. He thought of Misty, how much she reminded him of her mother, how much he’d been aching to hold onto what had slipped through his hooves. The thought of her coming to him, asking for the same thin - his heart twisted.

“Maybe we’re not so different,” Alphabittle muttered, half to himself. “If Misty asked me the same thing... I don’t know if I’d say no either. Not when she’s all I’ve got left of her mother.”

The two stallions sat there in the dim light, the flicker of the fire the only movement in the room. Their confessions, raw and unfiltered, lingered in the air like smoke, and for the first time, they both realized just how deeply their losses had shaped them - how much they both longed for something that might never come.

And yet, if their daughters came to them, asking to fill that void... neither of them could refuse. Not after all they had lost. Not after all they still yearned for.

Argyle sighed, the weight of his own confession settling in his chest. The rawness of it, the dark honesty that had slipped out between them, lingered in the air like the last glow of the firelight. But now that it was spoken, now that the unspoken desires were out in the open, it felt... lighter somehow. A shared burden, no longer festering alone in his thoughts.

He glanced at Alphabittle, who was staring into his own tea, the same conflicted expression mirrored in his eyes.

Argyle let out a quieter, softer laugh this time, shaking his head. “Of course, it’ll never happen,” he said, almost to himself, the admission gentle but final. “We’re just stallions... with old dreams and a bit too much time to think.” He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. “But... I’m glad to have gotten it off my chest. It’s been haunting me for a while.”

Alphabittle looked up, the tension in his shoulders easing as he gave a slow nod. “Yeah,” he agreed, his voice steady but quieter now. “I didn’t realize how much it was weighing on me until I said it out loud. It’s strange, isn’t it? You carry these thoughts with you, thinking they’re wrong, that nopony else would understand... but now that it’s out there, I feel... lighter.”

Argyle smirked, raising his teacup in a mock toast. “Guess we’re not so different after all.”

Alphabittle raised his own cup, tapping it lightly against Argyle’s. “Not so different at all,” he said with a chuckle. He glanced at the fire, the flames dwindling to embers, and added, “And don’t worry. I’ll keep your secret.”

Argyle gave a nod, a small but sincere smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “And I’ll keep yours. No need to let anypony else in on this. What we talked about... it stays between us.”

The air in the room seemed to shift, lighter now, the weight of their shared confessions settling comfortably into the quiet understanding between them. It was a secret they would both carry, but one they no longer had to carry alone. And that was a relief.

Argyle stood up first, stretching his legs as he looked out the window. The world outside was still dark, but the promise of dawn wasn’t far off. “We should get ready,” he said, turning back to Alphabittle. “The journey to Maretime Bay isn’t short, and we’ve got a Winterwish Night to celebrate with our daughters.”

Alphabittle rose from his seat as well, nodding. “Yeah... we’ve got to be there for them. They deserve a good celebration.” His voice softened, almost wistful. “And, honestly, I’m looking forward to seeing Misty. It’s been too long.”

Argyle smiled, pulling on his saddlebag and fastening it securely. “Same here. Sunny’s been working so hard lately... it'll be nice to spend some time with her. Plus, she’s always loved Winterwish Night.”

They moved around the small teahouse, gathering their things and preparing for the trip. The room was silent save for the sound of hooves on wooden floors and the occasional rustle of saddlebags being adjusted. The weight of their earlier conversation still hung in the air, but it was no longer oppressive. Instead, it was like a shadow cast by something they had already faced, something they had accepted.

As they stepped outside, the cool night air brushed against their coats, crisp and refreshing. The stars overhead twinkled like icy pinpricks in the deep blue sky, a sign that Winterwish Night was just around the corner.

Alphabittle glanced over at Argyle, a small smile on his face. “Let’s head out. We’ve got a long way to go, and I don’t want to miss a single moment with Misty.”

Argyle grinned, his earlier darkness now replaced by something warmer, lighter. “Same here. Let’s make this a Winterwish Night they won’t forget.”

Together, they set off toward Maretime Bay, the promise of a peaceful holiday with their daughters ahead of them, and the weight of their confessions left behind in the quiet of the teahouse. They both knew the truth - that the fantasies they had spoken would never come to pass. But having the space to share them, to speak them aloud and leave them in the realm of dreams, was enough.

And with that unspoken understanding, they walked side by side into the morning, prepared to do some last-minute shopping, and ready for what awaited them in Maretime Bay.

* * *

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Winter Wincest Wishday

At the Brighthouse…

Sunny and Misty exchanged glances, both knowing the conversation they were about to have. The space was filled with an undercurrent of excitement, nervousness, and a hint of fear, the air thick as they prepared for the Winter Wishday celebration, but their minds were elsewhere. They busied themselves with decorations, draping garlands and setting out food, but their movements were stiff, their thoughts heavy.

“I don’t know how we’ll ever tell them,” Misty muttered, biting her lip as she tied a bow around one of the presents. Her cheeks flushed slightly, the tips of her ears burning. She had been restless all morning, her thoughts running wild with the fantasies that had kept her awake the night before. “What if they don’t... understand?”

Sunny glanced over, her own heart racing as similar thoughts stirred in her mind. “It’s not like we’re asking something normal,” she replied softly, her hooves fumbling with the string of lights. The idea of confessing her deepest, most forbidden desires to her father made her stomach flip, and yet... the thought of it, of him, ignited something raw within her.

Misty paused, looking down at her hooves, the weight of it all pressing down. “I just... I keep imagining it, Sunny. Him... touching me like that. Doing all the things I’ve been dreaming about. What if he says yes? What if it actually happens?”

A shiver ran down Sunny’s spine. “I think about that too,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, her tail flicking nervously behind her. She bit her lip, hesitating before continuing. “I mean... the idea of dad...”

She didn’t finish the sentence. She didn’t need to. The way her eyes glazed over slightly, her breath hitching, said enough. Both mares were tangled in the web of their own fantasies, unable to escape the taboo desires they shared.

“It feels so wrong,” Misty murmured, but there was no conviction in her words. If anything, her voice trembled with anticipation, her body reacting to the mere thought of what they wanted.

“But it feels so right at the same time,” Sunny finished for her, her breath quickening as the words hung between them, thick with meaning. Their bodies ached for the touch they knew they shouldn’t crave, but their minds were already too far gone, lost in the shared secret.

* * *

Pipp landed softly just inside the entrance of the Crystal Brighthouse, her wings folding as she tip-hoofed down the hallway. She was about to announce her return from the Winter Wishday shopping trip when she heard Sunny’s voice, low and secretive, floating through the air. Her ears twitched, curiosity flaring as she stepped closer, making sure to stay hidden in the shadows.

“I just... I keep imagining it, Sunny. Dad... touching me like that. Doing all the things I’ve been dreaming about,” Misty’s voice trembled, filled with a nervous energy that made Pipp’s heart skip a beat. She froze, her wings fluffing up in shock.

What in Equestria were they talking about?

Carefully, Pipp peeked around the corner. Sunny and Misty stood near the glowing hearth, completely unaware of her presence. Misty’s face was flushed, her eyes wide, and Sunny looked just as nervous, though there was something else - a strange excitement in her expression. The air between them was thick with tension and arousal, a kind Pipp recognized all too well.

With shaky hooves, Pipp reached into her saddlebag, pulling out her phone. Her heart raced as she hit record, keeping herself hidden behind the wall. She didn’t know why she was doing it, but something about the way Sunny and Misty were talking felt too important to miss. Her ears perked as she listened closely, her breath catching.

“I think about that too,” Sunny whispered, her voice soft but charged. “About... my dad...”

Pipp’s eyes widened, her pulse quickening. They were both talking about their dads… The realization hit Pipp like a bolt of lightning. Her wings trembled, her breath shallow. Forbidden, taboo, but something about it stirred a warmth deep in her chest. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing, but at the same time, she knew exactly what they were feeling.

Her thoughts flashed to her own secret - a hidden part of her life that she shared with Zipp and their mom, Queen Haven. It wasn’t something she talked about, but it was real, and it had made their family bond stronger in a way nopony else would understand. Hearing Sunny and Misty, she realized they were on the edge of something similar, and a strange mix of shock and understanding settled over her.

Sunny’s voice came again, quieter now, almost a whisper. “Do you think... they’d say yes?”

Pipp’s feathers bristled, her heart pounding harder. She zoomed in with her phone, catching the look on Sunny’s face - a blend of fear and hope, a longing Pipp had felt in herself so many times. The way Sunny’s eyes flickered with desire as she talked about her own father made Pipp’s mind spin. She had to share this. Zipp and their mother would understand - they had to.

Misty bit her lip, her voice barely a breath. “If they love us... maybe they would.”

Pipp stopped breathing for a second. She knew she should feel guilty for eavesdropping, but the truth was, she didn’t. Not really. This was too big, too personal, and she knew exactly what Sunny and Misty were going through. Her own experiences with Zipp and Haven had shown her just how deep those forbidden bonds could go, and how they could change everything.

Her hoof hovered over the phone screen as she ended the recording. Sunny and Misty were still talking, oblivious to her presence, but Pipp knew she couldn’t stay any longer without being caught. Quietly, she slipped out the door, her wings barely making a sound as she flew into the crisp morning sky.

Once she was safely hidden on a cloud, far from the Brighthouse, she pulled out her phone again. Her hooves trembled as she opened her private group chat with Zipp and Queen Haven. Her pulse raced as she attached the video, her wings quivering with excitement. Her mind flashed to her own secret moments with her sister and mother, the way they had crossed that line long ago, binding them together in ways nopony else could ever know.

She hit “send.”

* * *

Pipp’s phone buzzed as the group call from Zipp and her mom came through. The recording hadn’t been very long, and she knew that her mom and Zipp would watch the whole thing before they called, but even she didn’t expect such a quick response. She took a deep breath before answering, knowing the conversation ahead was bound to be delicate. Her wings fluttered nervously as the faces of her sister and mother appeared on the screen.

“Pipp, what in Equestria is this?” Zipp asked, her brows furrowed in confusion, though her tone was more curious than upset. Queen Haven leaned into the frame, her expression serious but patient.

“Yeah, darling,” Haven added softly. “Why did you send us this?”

Pipp swallowed, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on her. “I... I wasn’t expecting to find them like that,” she began, her voice slightly shaky. “I got back to the Brighthouse after shopping, and... well, I overheard Sunny and Misty talking. They were, um... talking about their dads, in a way that’s... really familiar, you catch my meaning.” She glanced between Zipp and Haven, gauging their reactions.

Zipp’s eyes widened slightly, but she remained quiet, listening. Haven’s expression softened, a knowing look passing over her face.

“I didn’t mean to spy,” Pipp continued quickly. “But when I heard what they were saying, it just... it reminded me so much of us. Of what we have.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, and she could feel her pulse quicken as she admitted it out loud.

Zipp nodded slowly, her eyes thoughtful as she processed the information. “So... you’re saying they’re having the same kind of feelings that we... have?” she asked, her voice careful, as if testing the waters.

Pipp nodded, her wings twitching slightly. “Yeah. Misty was talking about Alphabittle... and Sunny, about Argyle. They were nervous, like they didn’t know how to handle it. And I... I want to help them, but I wasn’t sure how. That’s why I sent you the video. I thought maybe you could help me figure out what to do.”

Haven’s gaze softened further, her maternal instincts kicking in. “Darling, it’s understandable that you’d want to help them. They’re your friends, and they’re clearly struggling with something that’s close to what we’ve been through.”

“But,” Pipp interrupted, hesitating for a moment, “do you think I should tell them about... us? I mean, it could help them feel less alone, but... it’s our secret, and I don’t want to put us in a weird position.”

Zipp and Haven looked thoughtful, and for a moment, there was a silence as both of them considered Pipp’s question. Finally, Zipp sighed, running a hoof through her mane.

“I think it could help,” Zipp said carefully. “But only if they swear to keep it a secret. What we have is... it’s special. And not everypony would understand.”

Haven nodded in agreement. “Your sister’s right, Pipp. If you feel that telling them could help them open up and find some comfort, then I trust your judgment. But they need to promise to keep it between the four of you. This isn’t something to share lightly.”

Pipp breathed a small sigh of relief, grateful for their support. “Okay. I’ll talk to them when the time feels right. I don’t want them to feel judged or ashamed, because... well, I know how that feels.”

Zipp smiled softly, her usual tough exterior melting for a moment. “You’ve got a good heart, Pipp. Just... be careful, okay? Make sure they’re ready before you dive into anything. And don’t feel like you have to fix everything for them. Any only tell them the minimum they need to be able to work the rest out on their own.”

Pipp nodded, feeling a little more confident now. “Thanks, Zipp. Thanks, Mom. I really appreciate it.”

Zipp glanced offscreen for a moment, then back at Pipp. “Listen, I’m probably going to be running late getting back to the Brighthouse. Most of the stuff I need for Winter Wishday is out of town, so it’s going to take me a while to pick everything up. But if you need me, I’m just a call away.”

Pipp smiled warmly, the weight on her shoulders feeling lighter now. “Got it. I’ll keep you posted if anything happens with Sunny and Misty. I think... maybe they’ll be open to talking. Especially if I approach them carefully.”

“Good,” Haven said, her voice gentle but firm. “We’ll be here if you need us, darling. Just remember, take things slow. I’ll be there soon too. I was hoping to pick up Alphabittle and Argyle from Bridlewood in my chariot, but I was running late and missed them. Now I’m looking for them on the road. It’s certainly slowing us down since we have to go slow so not to miss them.”

Pipp nodded, her wings giving a little flutter as the call ended. She stared down at her phone for a moment, taking in a deep breath. The idea of opening up to Sunny and Misty about her own family’s secret made her heart race, but she knew that if anypony could understand what they were going through, it was her.

* * *

Pipp flew back toward the Crystal Brighthouse, her heart racing with anticipation. She hovered just outside, taking a deep breath to calm herself before slipping inside as quietly as she could. Her wings barely made a sound as she glided down the hallway, determined to sneak back in unnoticed. She could still hear Sunny and Misty’s voices coming from the living room, their conversation heated, full of tension and nerves.

She crept closer, her heart thudding as she positioned herself just around the corner, listening to the tail end of their discussion.

“It’s not normal... but it feels so right,” Misty was saying, her voice shaky with emotion. “After living with Opaline for most of my life… having a dad to plow me sounds good… that that feels nice to say because a year ago I wouldn’t have even imaged it.”

Sunny let out a heavy sigh. “I know. But how do we even bring it up to them? What if they think we’re wrong for wanting this? Would we even want them like that if they hadn’t missed so much of our lives? Are we trying to ask for more than we deserve?”

Pipp decided it was time to make her move. With a flutter of her wings, she stepped out from her hiding spot, revealing herself to the two mares. “Hey, girls,” she said softly, her voice cutting through the thick air of their conversation. Sunny and Misty both jumped, their eyes wide with shock and embarrassment as they whipped around to face her.

“Pipp!?” Sunny gasped, her cheeks flushing as she glanced nervously at Misty. “How long have you been there?”

Pipp held up a hoof, her expression calm and gentle. “Long enough to hear what you two are going through.” She paused, letting her words sink in as Sunny and Misty exchanged panicked looks. “And before you freak out... I just want you to know, I’m on your side. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Misty blinked, her ears flattening against her head. “W-what do you mean?”

Pipp took a deep breath, stepping closer to them, her voice soft but firm. “I understand what you’re feeling. The desires, the confusion, the fear of being judged... I’ve been there too. And I’m not going to judge either of you. But... I do need to ask you something.”

Sunny’s brow furrowed, her tail flicking nervously behind her. “What is it?”

“I need you both to swear that whatever I’m about to tell you stays between us,” Pipp said, her tone serious. “You can’t tell anypony else. Not now, not ever. This is my deepest secret, and I’m trusting you with it.”

Sunny and Misty exchanged another glance, their curiosity piqued, though the unease still lingered. After a beat, they both nodded.

“We swear,” Sunny said quietly, her voice laced with sincerity.

“Yeah, I promise too,” Misty added, her heart racing as she wondered what Pipp could possibly be about to reveal.

Pipp smiled softly, feeling a small sense of relief as she prepared to share what she had kept hidden for so long. “Okay,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper now. “I didn’t expect to tell you this, but... Zipp, my mom, and I - we have a very close relationship. Closer than anypony would ever guess.”

Sunny’s eyes widened in shock, her ears perking up. “What... what do you mean?”

Pipp swallowed, her wings twitching nervously as she continued. “I’m saying that Zipp and I... we’ve been in a relationship with each other and with our mom for a long time. It started back when Zipp and I got our cutie marks. It just... happened, like getting a cutie mark was the right age for it. And ever since then, we’ve shared this secret bond, this love that goes deeper than anything else.”

Both Sunny and Misty froze, their mouths slightly agape as they processed what Pipp had just told them. Their minds whirled with disbelief, confusion, and a strange sense of curiosity.

“Is that... really true?” Misty asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Pipp nodded slowly, her eyes sincere. “How else would a pop star like me not have a coltfriend? I don’t need one with my sister and mom taking care of that. So, yes, it is very true. It’s not something we talk about outside of our family, but it’s real. And I wanted to tell you because... I think I can help. I know how scary it is to have these feelings, how wrong it might seem at first. But trust me... it’s not. You just have to embrace it. If this is what you really want - if this is how you and your dads feel - there’s no shame in it.”

Sunny’s cheeks flushed bright red, her mind reeling. “But... it’s different for us. We’re talking about wanting to have foals with our dads. That’s... not the same as what you and Zipp and Haven have.”

Pipp tilted her head, her expression gentle. “I get that it feels different, but the truth is, it’s about love and connection. Whether it’s between mares or... between a parent and a foal, what matters is that it’s consensual, that it’s something you all want. And if you do want it - if you really want to have foals with your dads - you shouldn’t feel guilty about it. At least you’re fully consenting adults, unlike some of the fan fiction I’ve read about me and my sister. Pegasus Prose has some wild stories… if only the authors knew how close they come to the truth…”

Misty fidgeted with her hooves, her heart racing. “You really think it’s okay? That... we can talk to them about this?”

Pipp smiled warmly, stepping closer to them. “I know it’s scary, but if this is what you truly want, and if your dads love you the way we all think they do, they’ll understand. And you won’t be alone in this. I’m here for both of you. Zipp and mom are too. We’ll help you through it, whatever happens.”

Sunny and Misty stood there, still stunned by Pipp’s confession, but a glimmer of hope and understanding flickered in their eyes. They weren’t sure what the future held, but with Pipp’s support, they felt a little less afraid of the path they were considering.

“Thank you, Pipp,” Sunny said softly, her voice shaky but full of gratitude. “We... we’ll think about it.”

Misty nodded, her own nerves still raw, but the warmth in her chest growing. “Yeah... thank you. I don’t know what we’re going to do yet, but it helps to know you’re with us.”

Pipp grinned, wrapping her wings around both mares in a comforting embrace. “Always. Whatever you decide, I’m here for you. And no matter what, you don’t have to face this alone.”

* * *

Meanwhile, on the Road to Maretime Bay

Queen Haven landed gracefully on the road behing Alphabittle and Argyle, hoping to sneak up them and surprise them, the chariot still flying out of sight to avoid ruining the surprise. However, before she could spring her surprise, she started overhearing the conversation.

“She’s just... everything,” Alphabittle was saying, his voice full of emotion. “Misty’s grown so much, and every time I see her, I feel this pull, like I want to protect her, but it’s more than that. I want to be with her, you know? In ways a father shouldn’t even think about.”

Haven’s heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening slightly. Alphabittle’s confession was raw and intense, and it caught her completely off guard. She softened her hoofsteps, so as to not make a sound, listening as Argyle chimed in.

“I know what you mean,” Argyle said, his voice softer, filled with the same conflicted yearning. “Sunny... she’s been my whole world since the day she was born. And now, every time I look at her, I can’t help but imagine what it would be like if things were... different. More than just father and daughter.”

Haven’s heart pounded in her chest as she absorbed their words. Both stallions were talking openly about their feelings - romantic, even erotic feelings - toward their daughters. It shocked her, but at the same time, there was a strange understanding that settled over her. She had just learned about the desires of Sunny and Misty, and now, hearing this, it seemed that the situation was more mutual than anyone had imagined.

Her ears perked as Alphabittle continued, his voice hesitant but full of warmth. “But... as much as I feel that way, I don’t think I could ever act on it. Not with Misty. I love her, but... I’ve also started something with Haven. I care about her deeply, and she deserves all of me, not just part of my heart. She’s been so good to me, and if she knew I had these thoughts about my daughter... I don’t know if she could ever forgive me.”

Haven’s breath caught in her throat, her heart swelling with a mixture of emotions. She stood frozen for a moment, her chest tightening as Alphabittle spoke about her with such tenderness and loyalty. The warmth in his voice when he mentioned her name was unmistakable, and it sent a soft flutter through her. He cared about her deeply - so deeply, in fact, that he was holding back his forbidden feelings out of respect for their relationship.

“I couldn’t hurt Haven like that,” Alphabittle continued, his voice thick with sincerity. “She’s become so important to me, and if she ever thought I was betraying her trust, especially with... Misty, I don’t think I could live with myself.”

Haven smiled softly, her eyes misting slightly as she listened. She hadn’t realized just how much Alphabittle valued their relationship, and hearing him speak so earnestly, so loyally, filled her heart with warmth. Quietly, she took a step back, no longer following them, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for his devotion.

She glanced up at the sky, her heart swelling with affection for Alphabittle. He could have easily given in to those complex feelings for his daughter, but he chose not to - for her. For the bond they had started to build together. It meant more to her than words could express.

“Thank you,” she whispered softly under her breath, her voice barely audible as she gave a silent thanks to the stallion inside. “Thank you for staying loyal to me.”

Without another word, she turned away from the road, her steps light and her heart warmer than it had been before. Alphabittle’s loyalty, his deep respect for their relationship, was everything she needed to hear. Whatever the future held, she knew she could trust him to stay true.

"Haven took to the sky silently, her wings cutting through the crisp winter air. As she soared, she processed everything she'd just overheard. Alphabittle's words had settled deep in her heart, his loyalty warming her with every wingbeat. She now had a plan - one that would give Sunny, Misty, and their fathers the time and space they needed to act on their hidden desires."

As she flew, she quickly opened her phone, calling both of her daughters. It didn’t take long before Zipp’s face appeared on the screen, her expression curious but calm.

“Mom?” Zipp asked, raising an eyebrow. “What’s going on?”

Haven took a deep breath, steadying herself. “Zipp, I overheard something while I was… well, stalking Alphabittle and Argyle,” she began, her voice low but urgent. “It’s about Sunny and Misty...”

Zipp’s eyes widened, but she didn’t interrupt, waiting for her mother to continue.

“Argyle and Alphabittle were talking about their... romantic feelings toward their daughters,” Haven explained carefully. “They’re struggling with it, just like Sunny and Misty are. But Alphabittle - he’s been holding back because of me, because of our relationship. He’s afraid I wouldn’t forgive him if he acted on it.”

Zipp blinked, taking a moment to absorb the information. “So, they feel the same way as Sunny and Misty?”

Haven nodded, her gaze softening. “Yes, they do. And after hearing what Alphabittle said, I think... we should give them the chance to figure it out. They need time alone with their daughters, without feeling like they’re being watched or judged.”

Zipp’s lips curled into a small smirk, her sharp mind already piecing together the plan. “You want to create some space for them, huh?”

Haven smiled, nodding. “Exactly. I was thinking we could fake a royal emergency back in Zephyr Heights. Something urgent enough that you and I would need to leave, so Sunny and Misty are left alone with their dads. It’ll give them the time they need to... well, to take the next step.”

Zipp leaned back slightly, a sly grin crossing her face as she thought of something. “That could work... and I might have something to help them get over that last little hurdle.”

Haven raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What are you thinking?”

Zipp’s grin widened as she reached offscreen, grabbing something from her saddlebag. She held up a small, nearly empty bottle. “This is what’s left of Opaline’s truth potion. I... borrowed it during our last run-in. It’s not a full dose anymore, but even just a little bit should help loosen Sunny and Misty up, make them more honest with themselves - and with their dads.”

Haven’s eyes widened slightly, impressed by her daughter’s resourcefulness. “You think it’ll work, even if it’s just a small amount?”

Zipp nodded confidently. “It should. I’m planning to sneak it into the wine they’ll be drinking tonight. That way, by the time we leave for the ‘emergency,’ they’ll be feeling more open, more ready to face the truth of what they really want.”

Haven chuckled softly, a mixture of pride and amusement in her tone. “That’s brilliant, Zipp. You really are your mother’s daughter.”

Zipp grinned back. “I learned from the best.”

They both shared a knowing look, the plan falling perfectly into place. Zipp glanced offscreen again, her expression turning serious. “I’ll get the potion ready and make sure they drink it. Once it’s done, we’ll trigger the emergency and make our exit. By then, Sunny and Misty will be ready.”

Haven nodded, her heart light as she prepared to set the plan in motion. “Good. Let’s make this a night they’ll never forget.”

With that, the two mares exchanged one last glance before ending the call. Everything was ready. The fathers and their daughters were about to have the alone time they deserved, and with a little help from Zipp’s secret ingredient, the truth would finally come out.

* * *

Queen Haven returned to the road, the chariot landing close by, her presence as graceful as always, but today there was something even more serene about her. A warm, gentle smile rested on her lips as she approached Alphabittle and Argyle, who immediately stiffened at her arrival. Their conversation had been intense, deeply personal, and now, they feared she might have overheard more than they’d intended.

Alphabittle’s heart raced as Haven stood before them, his face flushing with guilt, but before he could stammer out an apology, she spoke first, her voice calm and soothing.

“Alphabittle, Argyle,” Haven began, her eyes soft and understanding, “I heard what you were talking about. All of it.”

Both stallions froze, their expressions a mix of shock and fear. Alphabittle opened his mouth, his voice barely finding strength. “Haven, I-”

Haven raised a hoof, silencing him gently. “It’s alright,” she said softly, stepping closer. “I’m not mad. Not in the slightest.” Her gaze shifted to Alphabittle, a tender warmth in her eyes.

“Alphabittle, I want to thank you for being loyal to me, for thinking about how I might feel... but you don’t need to worry. I would never judge you, nor would I ever dream of getting in the way of something as natural and intimate as the bond between a parent and their foal.”

Both Alphabittle and Argyle stared at her in stunned silence, unsure of how to respond. Haven’s smile never faltered as she continued, her tone filled with empathy and honesty.

“I’ve been where you are,” she said softly. “I know what it’s like to have feelings that seem... forbidden. But love, no matter the form it takes, isn’t something to be ashamed of. I want you both to know that you don’t have to hide these feelings from me. In fact, I understand better than you might think.”

Argyle tilted his head slightly, still processing her words. “What do you mean?”

Haven smiled, a knowing glint in her eyes. “I’m talking about the relationship I share with my daughters, Zipp and Pipp. What you two feel for your daughters... I feel the same for mine. It’s been that way since they got their cutie marks. That was when it started for us, a deep bond that’s far more than just mother and daughters.”

Alphabittle blinked in shock, his ears twitching as the weight of her confession sank in. Argyle’s eyes widened, his mind spinning as he realized what she was telling them.

“You... and your daughters?” Alphabittle murmured, struggling to believe what he was hearing.

Haven nodded slowly, her voice soft but unwavering. “Yes. We’ve been... very close for a long time now. It’s one of the ways our family has stayed so strong, and in fact, it’s part of the reason we were able to keep the secret about our inability to fly for so long. Incest has always been part of royal tradition, a way of keeping certain bonds and secrets within the family. I believe it dates back to Ancient Equestria. Celestia, Luna, Twilight Sparkle… my family never stopped the tradition. My parents were second cousins… By the clouds, I wish I had a son.”

Argyle sat back, the words weighing heavy in the air, but not in a way that felt wrong. Instead, it felt like a strange sort of understanding, a connection that made sense in the context of the emotions he and Alphabittle had been wrestling with.

“And you’re okay with... us?” Alphabittle asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Haven nodded again, her smile never fading. “Of course I am. Love comes in many forms, and if this is something you and your daughters truly want, there’s no shame in it. What matters is that you’re honest with each other and with yourselves. If anything, this could bring you all closer.”

Both stallions exchanged a look, still processing everything, but there was a certain calmness settling between them, the fear and guilt lifting ever so slightly. Haven’s words had softened the edges of their inner turmoil, giving them permission to explore what they had been afraid to admit.

“Let’s head to the Brighthouse,” Haven said with a gentle smile. “We can talk more on the way. I can tell you more about my relationship with Zipp and Pipp if you’d like. It might help you see that this path you’re considering isn’t as frightening as it seems.”

Alphabittle and Argyle nodded slowly, still in awe of Haven’s composure and openness. As they made their way toward the chariot, Haven continued to speak, her voice filled with a calm certainty that soothed the doubts in the stallions’ hearts. "What you’re feeling for your daughters is something pure, even if it’s not the kind of love most ponies would understand. I’ve learned that what matters most is the connection you share, the love that binds you together. There’s nothing more important than that."

* * *

The three of them climbed into the spacious royal chariot that Haven had arrived in, its luxurious interior more than enough for the trio as they settled in. The soft hum of the chariot’s enchanted wheels gliding along the snowy paths filled the air, but a tense silence hung between them. Alphabittle sat quietly, his mind still swirling with everything Haven had said, while Argyle fidgeted uncomfortably, his eyes downcast.

After a few minutes of this awkward quiet, Argyle let out a nervous laugh, mumbling under his breath, “There’s no way you heard... everything.”

Haven turned her head toward him, her gaze calm but inviting. “I heard enough,” she said softly. “But if there’s more you want to tell me... I’m listening.”

Argyle’s cheeks flushed, his heart racing as his words hung in the air. Alphabittle glanced at him, sharing in the weight of the moment. It felt like the ground was falling out from under them. But there was something about Haven’s presence - her gentle understanding, her lack of judgment - that made it feel like they could finally unburden themselves.

Haven stayed quiet, her expression unchanged. She understood the weight of their confessions - the intensity of the desires they had been harboring. But she didn’t flinch. Instead, she gave them space to continue.

Alphabittle cleared his throat, his voice barely above a whisper. “But it’s not just that we want to be with them... we want more. We want to... to give them foals. To be fathers to their children.” His eyes were wide with a mixture of guilt and longing, but his voice trembled with the truth of it.

Argyle swallowed hard, his hooves trembling slightly in his lap. “I know it’s... forbidden. But the thought of Sunny carrying my foal, of creating life together with her... it’s something I can’t stop thinking about. It’s like it’s in my blood.”

Both stallions sat in tense silence, waiting for Haven’s reaction, their hearts pounding. They had just admitted their deepest, most forbidden desires, and for a moment, fear gripped them - fear that maybe, despite her openness, she would pull back, judge them, or tell them they were wrong for wanting something so taboo.

But Haven’s expression remained soft, her eyes filled with empathy. She leaned back slightly in her seat, exhaling slowly before speaking.

“Thank you for telling me,” she said, her voice warm and steady. “I can only imagine how difficult it must have been to say those words out loud.” Her gaze shifted between them, her eyes kind but serious. “You’re not alone in feeling that way. As I said before, Zipp and Pipp... our bond isn’t just about love. We’ve shared... everything. And yes, we’ve discussed the idea of foals, of building something more together as a family.”

Alphabittle’s breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening. Argyle blinked in disbelief, but there was something soothing about Haven’s openness, the way she spoke about her own experiences without hesitation.

“I understand your desires, and I’m not here to tell you they’re wrong,” Haven continued, her voice gentle but firm. “But it’s important to be careful. These feelings are powerful, and they can change everything. If Sunny and Misty feel the same way - and I suspect they do - then this could be something beautiful for all of you. But it has to be mutual.”

Alphabittle nodded slowly, his heart still racing but a small sense of hope blooming within him. “I... I want that. I want to be with Misty, but I also want her to feel safe, to know that she can trust me.”

Argyle looked down at his hooves, his voice quieter now. “Same for me. I love Sunny more than anything, and I want to be with her, but I don’t want to hurt her. I just want... I just want to build a family together.”

Haven smiled softly, her heart swelling with warmth. “Then take the time to talk to them. Be honest. Don’t rush it. If this is something that you all want, then let it happen naturally. There’s no need to force it.”

The stallions exchanged a glance, their tension easing ever so slightly. They still had a long way to go, but for the first time, they felt like they weren’t walking this path alone. With Haven by their side, guiding them, they had hope.

Alphabittle shifted in his seat, glancing at Haven with a mixture of curiosity and lingering guilt. His mind wrestled with the intensity of everything he’d just admitted. The words had been spoken, but now came the uncertainty, the fear of what would come next. He couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Haven,” he began hesitantly, his voice low, “how... how exactly did you plan to give Zipp and Pipp foals? I mean, I understand that you’ve shared everything with them, but... how could you...?”

His words trailed off, and Argyle leaned in, sharing the same unspoken question. Both stallions were staring at her now, their curiosity and emotions tied up in the same knot of confusion and desire. They wanted to know how deeply she understood what they were feeling, and whether her situation was truly like theirs.

Haven smiled softly, the weight of their questions not surprising her. She had expected this moment, and she was ready for it. She turned her gaze toward the two stallions, her tone calm and honest.

“We’ve talked about it, of course,” Haven began. “Zipp and Pipp mean everything to me, just like Sunny and Misty do to you. And when you share a bond like the one we have, it’s only natural that thoughts of family - of foals - come into play. There are ways, potions or magic now that magic has returned, which could allow me to give them foals, even though we’re all mares. It doesn’t feel as impossible as it once was.”

Alphabittle’s ears twitched, his brow furrowing. “So, you do understand where we’re coming from? You... want to have a family with your daughters, just like we want to with ours?”

Haven nodded slowly. “Yes, I do. It’s not about what society says is right or wrong - it’s about what feels right for us.” She paused, letting her words sink in before continuing. “So, when you tell me you want to give Misty a foal, or that you want Sunny to carry yours, I understand. I’ve been there, in that same place, and I don’t judge you for it.”

Argyle’s heart raced, his voice barely more than a whisper as he asked, “But... how can you really forgive Alphabittle for feeling this way? You said it yourself - he’s loyal to you. Shouldn’t he be yours alone?”

Haven’s gaze softened as she turned toward Alphabittle, sensing the storm of emotions behind his stoic expression. She leaned forward slightly, her voice gentle but full of certainty.

“Alphabittle,” she began, “I’m not angry. I don’t see your feelings for Misty as a betrayal. You’ve been loyal to me in ways that I’ll always cherish, but loyalty doesn’t mean you can’t love someone else. Your heart is big enough for both of us, and I would never stand in the way of you and your daughter if this is what you both want.”

Alphabittle blinked, a deep sigh escaping him. He hadn’t expected such understanding, such acceptance. He’d feared Haven’s rejection, feared that admitting his feelings for Misty would break the bond they had built. But instead of anger or judgment, he was met with nothing but compassion.

“But... you’re mine,” he whispered, his voice tight with emotion. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

Haven smiled softly, reaching out and placing her hoof gently over his. “You haven’t hurt me, Alphabittle,” she reassured him, her tone calm and full of affection. “And I’m still yours. Our relationship doesn’t change just because you have feelings for Misty. Love isn’t limited like that. You can love both of us - deeply - and it doesn’t take away from what we share.”

Alphabittle’s breath hitched as he stared into Haven’s eyes, still struggling to understand how she could be so accepting. Haven leaned in closer, her voice lowering, but with a firm gentleness.

“Incest isn’t something I consider cheating, Alphabittle,” she explained, her words filled with a sense of conviction. “In fact, once we’re married, if that’s where life takes us, you could have both me and my daughters. And Misty too. It wouldn’t be a betrayal - it would be an extension of our family, a way of sharing love with those closest to us.”

Alphabittle’s eyes widened at her words, his heart pounding. He had never imagined such openness, but hearing it from Haven, spoken with such certainty and warmth, made it all feel possible. He didn’t have to choose. He could love Misty, as her father and as more, and still have Haven, still be devoted to her.

“Really?” he whispered, the weight of it sinking in. “You’d... allow that?”

Haven smiled, her hoof squeezing his. “Of course. There’s no jealousy between family, no barriers when it comes to love. What we’re building together, Alphabittle, it’s about trust and honesty. If you want to be with Misty, and even with my daughters... that’s not something I’d stand in the way of. It’s something I’d embrace. Especially if I can watch.”

Alphabittle felt a surge of relief, a warmth spreading through his chest. The guilt he had carried for so long melted away in the face of Haven’s unconditional acceptance. He wasn’t losing her - he was gaining a future where all of his desires, and the love he felt for those closest to him, could coexist.

“Thank you,” he murmured, his voice filled with gratitude and awe. “I... I didn’t think this was possible.”

Haven smiled, her eyes soft with understanding. “It’s possible, Alphabittle. We’ll make it possible - together.”

Argyle let out a surprised laugh, the tension of the moment easing as he leaned back in his seat. A playful grin spread across his face as he looked between Haven and Alphabittle.

“If that’s the case,” Argyle said with a chuckle, “I call dibs on being second husband. Your daughters are just as hot as mine.”

Haven raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she saw the humor in Argyle’s bold comment. Alphabittle, still processing the gravity of what had just been said, blinked in surprise before a grin cracked his own stoic expression.

“Careful, Argyle,” Haven teased, her tone light but full of amusement. “You’ll have to get in line. My daughters aren’t easy to win over.”

Argyle laughed again, shrugging playfully. “Well, if this new family arrangement allows for that kind of closeness, I’m just saying... it’d be quite the royal union.” His grin softened, though, as he gave Haven a more serious look. “But really, I can see why Zipp and Pipp are so special. And, well... we all seem to be headed down a similar path, don’t we?”

Haven smiled knowingly, feeling the weight of their shared secret settling into something lighter, something they could all understand together. “It seems we are, Argyle.”

* * *

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Winter Wincest Wishevening

As the chariot touched down in front of the Crystal Brighthouse, Haven turned to the two stallions with a soft, apologetic smile. The lights of the Brighthouse shimmered in the evening air, casting a warm glow over the snowy landscape. She could see the anticipation in their eyes, but she knew what had to be done.

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to stay and celebrate with you,” Haven said gently, her voice tinged with regret. “There’s a royal emergency in Zephyr Heights that my daughters and I simply must attend to. It can’t wait.”

Alphabittle’s ears drooped slightly, disappointment clear in his expression. Argyle, too, looked crestfallen, though both of them tried to hide it behind understanding nods.

“Aw, that’s a shame,” Alphabittle said, trying to keep his tone light. “But we understand. Duty calls, after all.”

Argyle gave a small, reassuring smile. “I guess the kingdom comes first, huh? We’ll miss you, Haven, but I hope everything goes smoothly. And don’t worry about us - Sunny, Misty, and the two of us will manage just fine.”

Haven’s smile softened, and she reached out, placing a hoof on Alphabittle’s shoulder, then Argyle’s. “Thank you. I really appreciate your understanding, and I’m sure you’ll make the most of the evening with your daughters. I know how special this time is for all of you.”

The stallions both nodded, though their hearts still felt the weight of her absence. Despite the disappointment, there was a quiet sense of relief - they knew they would have the chance to be with their daughters without any distractions now.

“We’ll make it a Winter Wishday to remember,” Argyle said, offering a genuine smile. “And I hope you have the best of luck with whatever you need to handle back in Zephyr Heights.”

“Thank you,” Haven replied, her eyes warm with appreciation. “And I hope this night brings you all the joy you deserve.” She gave them one last nod before turning toward the Brighthouse entrance, ready to make her exit.

* * *

As Haven finished speaking to Argyle and Alphabittle, the door to the Crystal Brighthouse swung open, and out stepped Sunny, Misty, and Pipp, all smiles as they eagerly came to greet the group. The warm glow from inside the Brighthouse spilled out around them, mixing with the soft winter light. Pipp’s wings fluttered excitedly as she approached, but her excitement quickly faded when she saw the look on Haven’s face.

Haven, using the momentary distraction, quickly pulled out her phone and sent a text to Zipp:

The time to act is now. Get everything ready.

She slipped the phone back into her bag just as Pipp and the others reached her.

“Mom! You made it just in time!” Pipp exclaimed, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. But her cheer was short-lived as Haven sighed, preparing to drop the news.

Haven turned to Pipp, her expression apologetic. “Pipp, darling... I’m afraid we won’t be able to stay. A royal emergency has come up in Zephyr Heights, and I need you and Zipp with me. We have to leave immediately.”

Pipp’s wings drooped, her face falling in disbelief. “What? You can’t be serious! Mom, this is Winter Wishday! I’ve been looking forward to this forever!”

Haven frowned, her heart heavy with the disappointment in her daughter’s voice. “I know, sweetheart. And I hate to do this, but duty calls, and the kingdom needs us. There’s no way around it.”

Pipp’s eyes flashed with frustration, and she stamped a hoof. “But this isn’t fair! Why now? Why does it always have to be royal business? We’re supposed to spend time together! I barely get to see you as it is!”

The tension between them grew thick as Pipp’s voice rose, her frustration spilling out. Sunny and Misty exchanged worried glances, sensing the growing argument. Alphabittle and Argyle stepped closer, both of them trying to offer calming words, but the situation was quickly unraveling.

“Pipp, please-” Haven began, but Pipp cut her off, her wings flaring.

“No, Mom! You’re always leaving! This is supposed to be our time, and now you’re dragging me away? It’s not fair!” Pipp’s voice cracked, a mixture of anger and sadness making her emotions even more volatile.

Sunny stepped forward, placing a gentle hoof on Pipp’s shoulder. “Pipp, I know you’re upset, but maybe there’s a way to-”

“It’s not just that I’m upset, Sunny! I’m tired of it always being like this!” Pipp shot back, her eyes welling up with tears. Misty, sensing how fragile the moment was, edged closer as well, hoping to diffuse the situation.

“Pipp, please,” Misty said softly. “Your mom wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t important. I’m sure there’s a reason.”

Argyle nodded, his voice calm and reassuring. “Haven’s doing her best, Pipp. Royal emergencies don’t wait for holidays, unfortunately.”

But Pipp wasn’t having it. She shook her head, her feathers bristling with irritation. “It’s always the same! It’s always about the kingdom, or duties, or something else! What about me? What about us?”

Alphabittle stepped closer to Pipp, his deep voice soothing. “We’ll make this work, Pipp. Just take a breath. We can figure this out.”

The moment was full of tension, everyone trying their best to calm Pipp down. But she stood her ground, upset, her wings flared out as she glared at her mother, her disappointment hanging thick in the air.

* * *

While the argument between Pipp and Haven escalated outside, Zipp took the opportunity to quietly slip away, her wings keeping her movements light and silent as she crept toward the Brighthouse’s open door. The tension outside created the perfect distraction - everypony was focused on calming Pipp down, leaving Zipp unnoticed as she snuck inside.

The warmth of the Brighthouse embraced her as she quickly scanned the room. Her eyes locked onto the two wine glasses sitting on the table, perfectly positioned for Sunny and Misty’s celebration. Moving swiftly, she pulled the small, nearly empty bottle of truth potion from her saddlebag. It wasn’t much, but it would be enough. Even a few drops would loosen their tongues and help them express what they had been hiding from each other - and themselves.

With careful precision, Zipp tilted the bottle, letting the last drops of the potion fall into the wine bottle. The liquid mixed easily, disappearing into the rich, red hue of the wine. Zipp’s heart raced as she completed her task, her mind already anticipating the effects it would have on Sunny and Misty.

Once the last of the potion was emptied, Zipp quickly stowed the bottle back in her bag and darted back toward the door, her hooves light on the wooden floor. She glanced outside, making sure the others were still absorbed in the argument, and then quietly slipped back into the shadows, sneaking out of the Brighthouse without a sound.

Outside, Haven and Pipp’s voices still echoed in the air, the argument continuing as Zipp rejoined the scene. No one noticed her absence - or what she had done. Everything was in place now. The potion would soon take effect, and Sunny and Misty would finally be honest with their fathers - and with themselves.

* * *

Zipp landed quietly, only to be greeted by the very same news Pipp was furious about. She groaned in frustration, immediately siding with her sister, playing her part. “Mom, this isn’t fair! We’ve been waiting for this night forever. Can’t we just stay? Please?”

Haven, who had been trying to stay calm, finally had enough. She placed her hoof firmly on the ground, her voice cutting through the tension with a tone of finality. “That’s enough, both of you.”

Pipp and Zipp fell silent, looking at their mother with wide eyes.

“I understand this isn’t what you wanted, and I know you think it’s unfair,” Haven said, her voice steady but firm. “But we are royals, and this is part of our responsibility. We don’t have a choice. You can argue about what’s fair and what isn’t when we get home, and I promise, we’ll find a way to make this up to you both. But right now, we are needed. Do you understand?”

Pipp and Zipp exchanged a glance, both still upset but knowing they couldn’t push any further. There was no use arguing with Haven when she used that tone. Zipp sighed heavily, her wings drooping, while Pipp bit her lip, clearly still angry but resigned.

“Fine,” Pipp muttered, her voice tinged with sadness.

Zipp nodded as well, though the disappointment in her eyes was clear. “Yeah... fine.”

Haven’s expression softened slightly, seeing how heartbroken they both were. She wished she could let them stay, but there was no other option. With a sigh, she turned to Alphabittle, Argyle, Sunny, and Misty, offering them a sad smile.

“I’m sorry we can’t stay to celebrate,” Haven said, her voice filled with regret. “But duty calls.”

The stallions and their daughters nodded, their own disappointment evident but understanding the situation.

“Good luck,” Sunny said softly, giving them all a wave. “And... Happy Winter Wishday.”

“We’ll miss you,” Misty added, her voice gentle.

Alphabittle and Argyle both nodded, wishing them well.

“Take care, Haven,” Alphabittle said quietly, his eyes lingering on her for a moment longer than the rest.

With one final, sad goodbye, the three royals spread their wings and took to the skies, flying off toward Zephyr Heights, leaving the Brighthouse behind.

* * *

As they soared high above the snowy landscape, far away from the Crystal Brighthouse, the tension between Pipp and her mother began to ebb. The cold wind whipped through their manes, but the silence between them was heavier than the chill. It wasn’t until they were sure they were a safe distance from the Brighthouse that Zipp spoke up, breaking the quiet.

"Pipp," Zipp began, her voice steady but gentle, "there’s something you need to know. There isn’t an emergency in Zephyr Heights."

Pipp’s head snapped toward her sister, confusion flooding her face. "What? Then why are we-"

Haven, flying beside them, gave a soft sigh and took over the explanation. "It was all part of a plan, sweetheart. I overheard some things. Argyle and Alphabittle... well, they have feelings for Sunny and Misty, just like the girls have for their dads. We wanted to give them some time alone, to help them figure things out without any distractions."

Pipp blinked, her frustration quickly morphing into surprise as she processed her mother’s words. "So... this whole thing was just to give them space?"

Zipp nodded. "Exactly. We knew they needed time without us there. Some real time alone to be honest with each other. We didn’t want to interfere, and we figured this was the best way."

Pipp’s wings fluttered slightly as she flew alongside them, the anger from earlier fading away as understanding settled in. "Okay... I get it now. I mean, I didn’t think things were that serious between them, but if that’s how it is, then... yeah, I guess they deserve that time."

Haven smiled warmly at Pipp, grateful for her daughter’s quick acceptance. "Thank you for understanding, Pipp. I know it was a disappointment, but we have plans to make it up to you, when we get back home."

Pipp’s eyes flickered with curiosity, a playful smile tugging at her lips as she glanced between Haven and Zipp. "Oh? Plans, you say?"

Zipp grinned, her voice dropping into a teasing tone. "Let’s just say... what we have in mind for the bedroom might make you forget all about tonight."

Haven gave Pipp a knowing look, her smile gentle but full of promise. "We’ll make sure you’re very well taken care of, darling."

Pipp, now fully understanding the situation, let out a small giggle, her earlier disappointment forgotten as excitement took its place. "Alright, you two. I’m more than willing to accept that apology."

With that, the three of them flew on, the anticipation of what awaited them at home making the cold night air feel a little warmer.

* * *

As Sunny, Misty, Argyle, and Alphabittle stepped back inside the Brighthouse, the warmth enveloped them, contrasting sharply with the cold outside. The table was laid out with all the festive foods, now more than enough with Haven, Pipp, and Zipp gone. The scent of roasted vegetables, fresh bread, and sweet pies filled the air, but an undercurrent of tension hung between the four ponies.

Argyle and Alphabittle made their way to the kitchen, pouring themselves two large glasses of Winter Wishday Ale, the frothy drink shimmering under the Brighthouse’s soft glow. Sunny, meanwhile, quietly filled her own glass and Misty’s with the rich, red wine. Her hooves trembled slightly as she handed Misty the glass, and the two exchanged a quick, nervous glance.

Despite the support Pipp had offered earlier, the weight of their secret desires still pressed heavily on both Sunny and Misty. It was one thing to talk about it with a friend - but confessing their feelings to their fathers was a completely different challenge. The tension gnawed at them as they sat at the table, trying to focus on the dinner laid before them.

As they drank their wine, the warmth of the potion began to work its magic, loosening the anxiety that had gripped them so tightly. The liquid slid down easily, calming their nerves with each sip. But still, the words they needed to say remained trapped inside, locked beneath layers of fear and hesitation.

Dinner continued in a strained silence, until finally, Alphabittle broke through it with a simple, unsuspecting question. Leaning back in his chair, his voice calm and casual, he asked, “So... what have you two been up to today? You both looked like you were in the middle of something important earlier.”

The question hung in the air, and for a brief moment, Sunny and Misty froze. They exchanged another quick glance, but before they could stop themselves, the truth began to bubble to the surface, fueled by the effects of the truth potion they unknowingly drank.

Sunny’s voice came out first, shaky and uncertain. "We were talking about you... and Dad," she began, her eyes widening as she realized what was coming out of her mouth. She wanted to stop, to pull the words back, but they kept spilling out. "About how much we... want something more with you."

Misty’s face flushed deep red as she heard Sunny’s words, and without thinking, she echoed them, her voice trembling as she too found herself unable to stop. "We... we’ve been thinking about you too, Alphabittle. About wanting you... wanting to be with you."

Both mares gasped softly, their eyes wide in shock at what they had just confessed. The words, unfiltered and raw, seemed to hang in the air between them, and they stared at each other, stunned by their own honesty.

Sunny’s heart raced as she felt her face heat up, and her breath quickened. "It’s true," she whispered, almost to herself, as if trying to process what she had just said. "I didn’t mean to say it like that, but it’s true. We’ve been wanting you. I’ve been wanting you, Dad... in ways that I know I shouldn’t."

Misty’s hooves trembled slightly as she set down her glass, her eyes shimmering with nervous tears. "I feel the same way," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Alphabittle... I want more with you. I... I want to have your foal."

The shock on their faces made it clear they hadn’t planned to confess - yet now that it was out, they both knew it was the complete truth. They had tried to keep it hidden, tried to resist, but the potion had made it impossible to suppress their deepest desires any longer.

Argyle stared at his daughter, blinking in disbelief, the weight of her words sinking in. "Sunny... you really feel that way? You... want to be with me? Like that?"

Sunny’s hands trembled as she nodded, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and relief. "Yes, Dad... I do. I know it sounds wrong, but I’ve been thinking about it for so long. I want to be with you. I... I want to have your foal."

Alphabittle, his deep voice rough with emotion, looked at Misty with wide eyes, his heart pounding in his chest. "Misty... are you sure? You really want this?"

Misty swallowed hard, feeling as if her heart might burst from her chest. "Yes, I’m sure. I’ve thought about it over and over. I... I want to be with you. I want to give you a foal."

The room fell into a stunned silence, the confessions of both mares hanging in the air like a spell. Sunny and Misty, still shocked at their own words, could hardly believe they had said it out loud - but there was no denying the truth. The desire that had been buried inside them for so long was finally exposed, leaving them vulnerable, waiting for their fathers’ responses.

Argyle sat back in his chair, still processing the weight of what Sunny had just confessed. His mind raced, trying to make sense of it all. His daughter, his precious Sunny, was sitting across from him, trembling with the enormity of her feelings, feelings she’d kept hidden for so long. He exchanged a quick glance with Alphabittle, who looked equally stunned by Misty’s confession.

“What brought this about?” Argyle finally asked, his voice thick with emotion. “Why now? Why are you telling us this tonight?”

Sunny’s breath caught in her throat. She didn’t know how to answer. How could she? Her head was spinning, her heart pounding as she realized that not only had she admitted to wanting her father, but she had done so without any control over her words. She glanced at Misty, who looked just as shocked and horrified.

“I... I don’t know,” Sunny stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s... it’s just something we’ve been thinking about for a long time. And today... we couldn’t stop thinking about it. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

Misty nodded, her voice trembling as she tried to explain. “We’ve been... scared. Scared of what it means. Scared of how you’d react. But the feelings wouldn’t go away. We couldn’t make them go away.”

Argyle frowned, his concern growing as he listened. “But why now? You’ve been hiding this for so long, and suddenly... you can’t hold it in?”

Sunny’s eyes widened, a mixture of fear and confusion clouding her gaze. “I don’t know, Dad. I... I can’t stop. We’ve been talking about this, Misty and I, about you, about Alphabittle. And I found something... something in one of your old books.”

She swallowed hard, her voice shaking as she continued. “It was in your study... an old text about ancient Equestrian practices. About... about how incest wasn’t always seen as wrong. It talked about families... even the royal families... who would keep things in the family. It said that it was once a way to preserve bloodlines, to stay connected.”

Misty nodded quickly, her eyes darting between her father and Argyle. “We’ve been going back and forth about it all day. We talked about how much we wanted to be with you, both of you. We wanted it so badly, but we didn’t know how to tell you.”

Sunny’s voice broke as she continued, her breath coming faster, the weight of her confession crashing down on her. “We even talked to Pipp... she understood. She said that she, Zipp, and Haven have a similar relationship. They’ve been together like this for years... and it just made us feel like maybe... maybe it wasn’t so wrong after all.”

Argyle and Alphabittle stared at their daughters, their hearts pounding as they listened to every word. The silence stretched unbearably between them, the confessions swirling in the air like a storm. Sunny and Misty’s faces were flushed with fear, their bodies trembling as if they couldn’t believe what they had just said.

“And we... we want to have your foals,” Sunny whispered, her voice breaking completely. “We want you to put a foal inside us. We... we want that more than anything.”

Misty’s face burned with embarrassment, but she nodded, unable to stop herself. “It’s true. We... we want you to be the ones. We want to carry your foals, to have this connection with you.”

As soon as the words left their lips, both mares fell silent, their eyes wide with mortified horror. They couldn’t believe they had said it. They couldn’t understand why they had let everything spill out like that, their deepest desires, their darkest thoughts. It felt like they had been possessed, driven to confess everything against their will, yet at the same time, it was all true. Every word.

Sunny and Misty looked down, their hooves trembling as they tried to make sense of their own feelings. They wanted to run, to hide from the truth they had just laid bare, but they couldn’t. All they could do was wait - wait to see how their fathers would respond.

* * *

The heavy silence hung in the air like a weight neither Sunny nor Misty could shake off. Both mares sat frozen in their seats, their hearts racing, their minds still reeling from everything they had just confessed. They couldn’t bring themselves to look up, terrified of what their fathers might say next. But then, it was Argyle who finally broke the silence.

“Sunny...” he began, his voice soft but steady. “I need you to understand something.”

Sunny’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes slowly lifting to meet her father’s. Argyle’s expression wasn’t one of shock or judgment - it was filled with a tenderness that sent a shiver down her spine.

“I feel the same way,” Argyle continued, his words making Sunny’s heart skip a beat. “Everything you’ve been feeling... I’ve felt it too. For a long time now.”

Alphabittle’s deep voice rumbled in agreement as he turned to Misty, his eyes warm with an intensity that made her pulse quicken. “Misty, you’re not alone in this. I’ve had these feelings for you as well. I’ve tried to push them away, but they’ve only grown stronger.”

Both mares blinked in disbelief, their shock deepening as they realized their fathers shared the very desires they had been so afraid to confess. Sunny’s breath came in shallow gasps as her father continued.

“I found that book you were talking about,” Argyle said softly, reaching into his saddlebag and pulling out a worn, ancient-looking tome. “There’s another copy of it - this one. I’ve read it many times, and it made me realize that what I feel for you isn’t something to be ashamed of. In ancient Equestria, families like ours... bonds like these... were seen as natural. Even necessary.”

Sunny stared at the book in her father’s hooves, her mind swirling with the weight of his words. It wasn’t just her. It wasn’t just her own twisted thoughts - it was something they both felt. Something they both wanted.

Alphabittle, his voice low and full of desire, leaned closer to Misty, his gaze smoldering. “I’ve thought about it for so long, Misty. All the things I’ve wanted to do to you... I can’t even count the number of times I’ve imagined you under me. The way you’d moan my name. The way you’d beg for more.”

Misty’s breath hitched, her face flushing deeply as she listened, every word sending a pulse of heat through her. She had dreamed of those very moments herself, but hearing Alphabittle say it out loud made it all the more real. His voice was filled with lust, a hunger he had clearly been holding back for far too long.

Argyle, emboldened by his own confession, leaned in toward Sunny, his eyes dark with desire. “I’ve thought about you too, Sunny. I’ve imagined so many things - how I’d kiss you, how I’d hold you down... how I’d fill you up. The things I want to do to you, the way I want to make you mine... it’s more than just a fantasy.”

Sunny’s pulse raced, her body trembling as her father’s words washed over her. It was everything she had secretly craved, everything she had been too scared to admit. And now, it was all out in the open.

“And it’s not just us,” Argyle added, his voice taking on a deeper tone. “We know about Haven and her daughters. About their relationship. She’s... approved of this, Sunny. She’s given her blessing for us to be together like this.”

Alphabittle nodded, his gaze never leaving Misty’s. “Haven understands, and she’s not standing in the way. She knows what we feel, and she’s given us the freedom to act on it.”

Sunny and Misty sat in stunned silence, their hearts pounding in their chests as they processed everything. Their fathers - their protectors, their role models - were now their lovers, their desires exposed for the first time. And more than that, they had Haven’s approval. There was nothing standing in the way now, nothing to stop them from fulfilling every hidden fantasy they had ever had.

With the truth now fully out in the open, the four ponies sat in a strange, charged silence. The confessions had created a new kind of intimacy between them, and the air buzzed with possibility. Sunny and Misty, still processing the enormity of their fathers’ desires, and their own, felt a strange mixture of excitement and nervousness. Their hearts pounded as their fathers began to speak again, this time with a clear plan in mind.

“We need to do this right,” Argyle said, his voice soft but firm. “There’s no turning back now. If this is what we all want, then we need to make sure everything happens perfectly.”

Alphabittle nodded in agreement. “And we need to be careful… there will be questions. Ponies will notice if you both end up pregnant at the same time. But we can control the story.”

Sunny glanced at her father, a shiver of anticipation running down her spine. “What do you mean?” she asked quietly.

Argyle smiled reassuringly. “We’ll make sure everypony thinks things happened a little differently. If anypony asks, we’ll say that Alphabittle was the one who... gave you a foal, Sunny. And that I was the one who impregnated Misty.”

Misty’s breath hitched as she stared at her father, Alphabittle, who nodded solemnly. “That way, if ponies talk or ask questions, they won’t suspect the truth. We’ll only tell the truth to those we trust… Pipp, Zipp, and Haven. They’ll understand and can help if anything comes up in the future.”

Sunny nodded slowly, her mind racing. It was a clever plan, though the thought of lying to others about something so intimate made her stomach twist. But at the same time, the idea of sharing this secret only with their closest loved ones, keeping it within the family, felt right in its own way.

Alphabittle cleared his throat. “And to make sure everything goes smoothly, we’ll have you and Misty drink a fertility potion. That way, when the time comes... your bodies will be ready to carry.”

Misty looked at her father, her eyes wide. “A fertility potion?”

Argyle nodded. “Yes. It’ll ensure that when we... when we’re together, it’ll result in a foal. After you both take it, we’ll give it some time to work. A few hours, just to be sure.”

Sunny and Misty exchanged a glance, their nervous energy palpable. The plan was unfolding quickly, but the logic behind it made sense. The idea of becoming pregnant, of carrying their fathers’ foals, felt surreal, but the deep-rooted desires they had harbored for so long made them crave it all the same.

“And after those hours,” Argyle continued, his voice low, “I’ll take you, Sunny. And Alphabittle will take Misty. We’ll give you the foals you want.”

Misty felt her cheeks flush as her father’s words sank in. Her heart pounded as she realized how close they were to this becoming reality. “But we’ll have to keep the secret,” she whispered, glancing at Sunny.

Sunny nodded, her face serious but tinged with excitement. “We’ll keep it. We’ll say that it was Alphabittle who gave me a foal. And Argyle for you.”

Both mares looked at their fathers, their eyes shining with a mixture of fear, anticipation, and longing. The plan was set, and though the path ahead was steeped in secrecy and taboo, they were ready. They trusted their fathers, and they knew that in the end, the truth would only be shared with those they loved most.

The four ponies sat together, the weight of what they had agreed to heavy but thrilling. Sunny and Misty felt the gravity of the moment, the future they had imagined now within their reach. Soon, they would take the fertility potion, and after that... there would be no turning back.

Sunny, still feeling the weight of everything they had just discussed, turned to her father with a hopeful yet nervous glance. “Dad,” she asked softly, “do you have the fertility potions with you? I mean... all the stores are closed now, and we don’t really want to wait until morning.”

Her voice trembled slightly, the anticipation clear in her eyes. The idea of waiting felt unbearable—after everything they had confessed, everything they had shared, the thought of delaying until the next day seemed impossible.

Argyle chuckled softly, his eyes glimmering with a mixture of amusement and affection as he met Sunny’s gaze. “I thought you might ask that, sweetheart.”

Misty and Alphabittle both looked toward Argyle, curious to hear what he had to say. Argyle reached into his saddlebag, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“We... thought ahead,” he said, his voice low but warm. “Before Alphabittle and I left Bridlewood, we stopped by a shop in town and picked up two fertility potions and two birth control potions. Just in case... well, just in case you both gathered the courage to tell us how you felt, and we said yes. We prepared for both outcomes. Sex with foals and sex without foals.”

Sunny’s eyes widened in surprise, a blush creeping up her cheeks as her father pulled out the two small bottles, the liquid inside glowing faintly. “You... you bought them in advance?”

Argyle nodded, handing one of the potions to Sunny and the other to Alphabittle, who then passed it to Misty. “We didn’t want to pressure you into anything,” Argyle continued, “but we wanted to be prepared. I guess... deep down, we were hoping tonight would turn out like this.”

Misty stared at the potion in her hooves, her heart racing. The reality of what was about to happen began to sink in - this was no longer a fantasy. The potion would make it all real. She glanced at Sunny, who looked equally stunned, her eyes locked on the vial her father had handed her.

Alphabittle chuckled, his deep voice rumbling as he placed a comforting hoof on Misty’s shoulder. “It looks like everything’s falling into place, huh?”

Sunny swallowed hard, her pulse quickening as she looked up at her father. “So... we just drink these now?”

Argyle smiled gently. “Yes, once you drink them, we’ll give it an hour or so for the potion to take full effect. After that, you’ll be ready.”

Misty’s hooves trembled slightly as she lifted the potion to her lips, her gaze meeting her father’s. The warmth in Alphabittle’s eyes reassured her, and she took a deep breath. Sunny, holding her own vial tightly, nodded to her father, silently signaling that she was ready as well.

Sunny and Misty exchanged a glance, both mares feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on them. The potions shimmered softly in their hooves, a reminder that this was the final step before everything changed. Their hearts pounded, the air thick with anticipation.

Argyle leaned forward slightly, sensing their hesitation. “Let’s take a look at the directions,” he said gently, pulling the small paper from his saddlebag. He unfolded it carefully and scanned the instructions, his voice calm as he read aloud.

“‘Drink the entire potion in one go,’” Argyle began. “‘Effects will take place within an hour, allowing the body to prepare for pregnancy. Ensure the mares are relaxed and comfortable before... the act.’” He paused, glancing up at Sunny and Misty, a reassuring smile on his face. “Nothing complicated. Just drink it and give it some time.”

Alphabittle nodded, leaning over to glance at the paper as well. “Sounds straightforward. You two just need to be ready.”

Misty’s hooves trembled slightly as she stared down at the small vial in her grip, the liquid glowing softly inside. “It’s really happening,” she murmured, her voice a mixture of fear and excitement.

Sunny nodded, her own pulse racing. “Yeah... it is.” She glanced at her father, the warmth in his eyes giving her the confidence she needed. With a deep breath, she lifted the vial to her lips.

Misty, still shaking slightly, followed suit, looking up at Alphabittle for reassurance. His deep, calm gaze settled her nerves just enough, and she raised her potion alongside Sunny.

“Ready?” Sunny whispered; her voice barely audible.

Misty nodded, her breath catching. “Ready.”

Together, they tipped the vials back, the warm liquid sliding down their throats in one smooth motion. The potion had a subtle, sweet taste, tingling slightly as it flowed through them. The warmth spread quickly, like a gentle wave of heat blooming from their cores, settling deep inside.

As they finished the last drops, both mares lowered their vials, their breaths shaky as the reality of what they had just done sank in. Their bodies were now preparing, aligning with the purpose they had just committed to. Soon, they would be ready.

Argyle reached over, gently brushing Sunny’s mane back from her face. “Good girls,” he said softly, his voice filled with pride and affection.

Alphabittle mirrored the gesture with Misty, his touch light but reassuring. “Now we wait,” he murmured, his eyes warm with desire. “We’ll give it time.”

The room settled into a quiet stillness, the potion working its magic within them, the next phase of their plan already beginning to unfold. Sunny and Misty sat there, the soft glow of the Brighthouse surrounding them, the weight of what was to come thick in the air. Soon, everything they had dreamed of would become real.

* * *

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Winter Wincest Wishnight

Winter Wish Night was draped in a silken hush, the snowfall muting the outside world, but inside, there was heat - the kind that made the air thick, almost heavy with want.

Argyle's hoof traced slow, lazy lines down Sunny's flank, each touch purposeful, each moment of contact lighting a new fire beneath her skin. His lips hovered near her ear, whispering, but the words themselves were less important than the shiver that followed, the delicate graze of his breath against her fur. Her body reacted without thought, pressing into him, her breath catching as his hoof moved lower, teasing the tender spot where her belly met her hind legs.

"I love you so much," he murmured, his voice low, making her body hum. She whimpered softly, barely audible, but Argyle felt it - the way she trembled, the subtle arch of her back, offering herself without words, just pure, instinctual need.

Sunny’s own hoof slid down his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath the sleek, warm fur. There was a pulse there, in every muscle, every inch of him radiating strength. "Touch me more," she breathed, her voice catching in her throat, her lips finding his neck in a slow, deliberate kiss. She tasted him, her tongue flicking against the sensitive skin, savoring the heat of him as his hoof trailed lower still, brushing over her flank, exploring without rush, as if memorizing the curve of her body.

* * *

In the room next door, Alphabittle's deep voice rumbled through the quiet, a growl of a whisper that sent shivers down Misty’s spine. His hoof slid slowly down her side, tracing the soft curve of her back until it reached her haunches, gripping just enough to make her gasp. "I’ve wanted you like this for so long," he confessed, his breath warm against the crook of her neck. Misty’s response was a soft moan, her body melting into his as her hoof roamed across his chest, exploring the hard planes of muscle beneath the softness of his coat.

"You make me crazy, but if this is wrong then I don’t want to be right…" she whispered, her voice unsteady as her hoof slid lower, down his stomach, teasing but not yet touching where he ached for her. Her lips found his, her kiss languid, tasting him, letting herself get lost in the heady sensation of him beneath her.

* * *

Argyle’s lips moved down Sunny’s neck, the heat of his breath making her squirm. His hoof reached her flank, teasing the sensitive spot just above her tail, drawing a soft gasp from her lips. Sunny’s eyelids fluttered, betraying her barely contained desire. Her body arched instinctively, pressing her hips back toward him, silently begging for more.

"I need you, daddy," she whispered, her voice thick with need as her hoof traced the strong lines of his chest, lower and lower, until she found the tension in his muscles. Her lips followed, kissing her way across his body, slow, torturous, taking her time as Argyle’s hoof continued to roam over her cutie mark, brushing feather-light across her most sensitive spots. Every touch sent electric shivers through her, making her gasp softly.

* * *

In the other room, Alphabittle’s hoof found its way to Misty’s cutie mark, tracing slow, deliberate circles around it, his touch light but insistent. Misty’s breath hitched, her body responding to every slow caress, her legs trembling as his hoof ventured lower, teasing the soft, sensitive inside of her thigh. "You make me feel alive," he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through her as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to her shoulder, his lips warm against her fur.

Misty moaned, her body aching for more, her mind hazy with the need that burned between them. "I’ve dreamed of this," she whispered, her voice shaky as her hoof slid down, finding the heat of him, teasing him with the lightest of touches. Alphabittle’s breath caught, his body tensing as her hoof moved, slow and deliberate. "Now you're mine," he growled softly, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was full of heat, full of promise. His hoof slid between her legs, exploring, teasing, until Misty was a trembling mess beneath him.

* * *

Back with Argyle and Sunny, the tension had reached a fever pitch. Argyle’s lips found hers again, their kiss deep and lingering, leaving them both breathless. His hoof slid lower still, grazing the sensitive spot just above her tail, making her whimper as she pressed back into him, wanting more, needing more. Sunny’s breath hitched as she felt his hardness press against her, her own body trembling with the intensity of her desire.

"Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible, her hoof clutching his chest as her body begged for more, her whole-body twitching in anticipation.

* * *

An hour of slow, torturous teasing had pushed them both to the very edge, every soft touch and lingering kiss stoking the fire between them until the heat was unbearable. Sunny's breath was ragged, her body trembling under the weight of Argyle’s agonizing restraint. Her coat was damp with the sweat of her need, her legs weak from holding back the flood of desire that threatened to overwhelm her with every new brush of his hoof. She was a quivering mess, every nerve alight, desperate for release but caught in the delicious torment he kept her in.

Argyle’s hoof slid down her belly again, hovering just above her aching slit, the slickness there already betraying how ready she was. He teased her, his touch maddeningly light, barely brushing her swollen lips, before finally pressing against her pussy, feeling the wet heat there. Her back arched violently, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as her body begged for more. He grinned, dark and knowing, as his hoof played with her, his voice a low, gravelly whisper full of promise.

“The potion’s working just like I hoped,” he said, his breath hot against her ear. "You’re dripping, Sunny. Ready to take everything I give you.”

Her eyes fluttered open, wide and pleading, her pupils blown with need. Her body trembled, practically vibrating with the intensity of the heat coursing through her veins, every touch pushing her closer to the breaking point. "Please," she whispered, her voice barely holding together as her hips rocked forward, grinding against his hoof, desperate for something more than just teasing. "I need it... I need you, daddy. Now."

* * *

In the next room, Misty was no better. Her body was sprawled beneath Alphabittle, her legs spread wide, her chest heaving with each shallow breath. His hooves had taken their time exploring every inch of her, leaving her slick with arousal, her pussy practically begging for him. She was soaked, her lips parted as soft, breathless moans escaped her. Alphabittle could feel her need, his own desire barely restrained as he traced a hoof down between her legs, pressing into her folds, feeling her wetness, her body clenching around the lightest touch.

He groaned, deep and guttural, his cock hard and throbbing against her thigh. His voice was rough with lust, strained with the effort of holding back when all he wanted was to bury himself inside her. "You're so ready, Misty," he rumbled, his hoof slick as he stroked her entrance, making her squirm beneath him. Her body responded instantly, her hips lifting, begging for him to take her. She bit her lip, a desperate whimper escaping as she looked up at him with wide, needy eyes.

"Please... I can’t wait anymore," she whispered, her voice shaking with raw desire. "I need you inside me."

The heat of the potion coursed through them, amplifying every sensation, making every touch electric. The night was just beginning, and they were both ready to finally give in to what they’d been holding back for so long.

* * *

Back in the other room, Sunny’s breath hitched as Argyle’s hoof finally dipped lower, brushing against her slit again, this time with more purpose. Her whole body quaked with need, a sharp moan escaping her lips as his hoof pressed harder, spreading her pussy open, teasing her entrance, her hips bucking into him, desperate for more.

But just as he leaned in, his breath hot against her neck, ready to give her what she craved, Sunny caught his eye, her voice a soft, trembling whisper. "Wait," she managed, her breath hitching as she bit her lip, the heat in her gaze simmering but restrained by something deeper. "Misty… she’s my marefriend. She should be here with us."

Argyle froze, his hoof still resting against her soaked pussy, his cock pulsing with need, so close he could taste it. But he looked into her eyes, seeing the desire there, not just for him but for something more. He understood what she was asking, and despite the burning need that raged through him, he nodded, his own breath ragged and uneven.

“Together then,” he said, his voice low, thick with desire, but full of understanding. His hoof stayed where it was, resting against her wet slit, but his body calmed, just enough to give her what she wanted. "We’ll take her together, the way you want."

Sunny’s breath shuddered out of her as she nodded, the thought of Misty joining them making her body burn even hotter, her need so intense now it was nearly painful. She shifted beneath him, her legs trembling as she imagined the three of them tangled together, the heat of their bodies mixing, her and Misty both wrapped up in Argyle’s strong hooves, taking him together, just like they’d dreamed.

Argyle pulled his hoof away from her, slowly, making her whimper at the loss of contact, but his eyes promised her it wouldn’t be for long. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss, their tongues tangling as he whispered against her mouth.

“Let’s make it a night none of us will forget.”

* * *

Without hesitation, they moved as one. Sunny’s legs trembled, the teasing that had drawn them both to the brink leaving her weak but burning with need. Argyle's hoof wrapped firmly around hers, his touch a grounding force as he guided her through the door, into the next room. There, Misty was sprawled beneath Alphabittle, their bodies tangled in a slow, torturous dance of desire. Misty’s back arched, her soft moans filling the room as Alphabittle’s large, steady hooves caressed her, his thick body pressing into her with barely-contained restraint.

Misty’s half-lidded eyes fluttered open as Sunny stepped inside, a gasp of recognition slipping from her lips. "Sunny..." she breathed, her voice trembling with the same aching need. Alphabittle’s hooves stilled on her flank for a moment, his gaze flickering toward them, but there was no need for words. He understood immediately.

Sunny crossed the room with a slow, deliberate grace, her eyes locked on Misty’s. “I couldn’t do this without you,” she whispered, her voice thick with affection and the undeniable hunger that burned between them. She knelt down beside her marefriend, her hoof cupping Misty’s cheek as she leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, sensual kiss that made them both shudder. Misty whimpered into Sunny’s mouth, her body pressing up into the kiss, craving her warmth, her touch, her everything.

Argyle and Alphabittle exchanged a knowing look, their breaths heavy with arousal as they watched the mares melt into each other. They moved together, all four bodies sliding onto the bed, ready to share in this moment of pure, unbridled passion. Sunny and Misty cuddled together on the soft mattress, their hooves tangling as they kissed again, heat rolling between them, their bodies pressing together as the stallions settled behind them.

Sunny’s hoof slid through Misty’s mane, pulling her closer, deepening their kiss as their tongues danced, slow and sensual. Misty moaned softly into Sunny’s mouth, her body trembling with anticipation, her hips grinding against Sunny’s as the heat between their legs built, the slick wetness of their arousal mixing as their thighs rubbed together.

Argyle shifted behind Sunny, his strong hooves sliding down her sides, pulling her up to meet him, his chest pressed against her back as his cock brushed against her soaked slit. He teased her, his tip sliding along her folds, spreading her wetness across his cock, making her whimper into Misty’s kiss. Her body arched, pressing back into him, silently begging for more.

Behind Misty, Alphabittle did the same, his large frame towering over her as his hooves spread her legs wider, exposing her slick pussy to him. His thick cock, heavy with desire, slid along her folds, teasing her with the promise of what was to come. Misty gasped, breaking the kiss for just a moment, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt the heat of him pressing against her, the slow grind of his shaft sending shivers through her.

The two mares pressed even closer, their bodies tangling in a mess of legs and hooves, their lips crashing together again in a kiss that was hungry and desperate. Their breaths came faster, their bodies trembling with anticipation as the stallions behind them finally began to push forward.

Sunny moaned into Misty’s mouth as Argyle’s thick cock stretched her, sinking into her inch by agonizing inch. Her walls clenched around him, her hips pushing back as he filled her completely, the pleasure of it almost too much to bear. Misty’s head fell back, her lips parting in a silent cry as Alphabittle did the same, his girth stretching her in ways that made her whole-body quiver.

Their bodies rocked together in perfect rhythm, the slow thrusts from the stallions behind them syncing with the grind of their lips against each other. Sunny’s hoof slid down Misty’s body, her touch soft but deliberate as she cupped her marefriend’s breast, her hoof brushing over the sensitive nipple, making Misty gasp. Misty’s own hoof reached between Sunny’s legs, her hoof finding the swollen, slick heat of her clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that had Sunny moaning against her lips. Argyle’s cock brushed her hoof, causing Misty to blush more than she already was.

The bed creaked beneath them, the soft sounds of their bodies moving together filling the room, mingling with the steady, rhythmic thrusts of the stallions behind them. Sunny’s breath came in ragged gasps, her hips rolling as she rode the waves of pleasure that Argyle’s cock sent crashing through her. Misty’s hoof worked faster, her body trembling as the pressure inside her built, Alphabittle’s thick length driving into her with slow, powerful strokes.

Sunny’s voice was barely a whisper as she leaned in close to Misty’s ear, her breath hot against her skin. “We’re going to be mothers,” she whispered, her words trembling with both excitement and the overwhelming pleasure that Argyle’s deep thrusts sent coursing through her.

Misty’s body shuddered beneath Alphabittle, her hips bucking as his cock drove deeper into her, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge. “Yeah,” she moaned, her voice a breathless whimper as Sunny’s hoof slid between their bodies, her hoof joining Misty’s, rubbing her clit in time with the slow, deliberate thrusts from the stallions. “I can’t wait,” she groaned, her breath catching as Alphabittle filled her to her core, his girth stretching her in ways that made her eyelids flutter.

Their hooves entwined as they kissed again, softer this time, but no less intense, their moans mingling as the pleasure overwhelmed them both. Argyle’s pace quickened behind Sunny, his breath hot and heavy against her neck as his hips slammed into her, driving deep, each thrust hitting just the right spot. Sunny’s body trembled, her walls clenching tight around him as he groaned, his grip on her hips tightening.

Misty’s body arched as Alphabittle’s thrusts became erratic, his deep groans filling the air as he drove into her harder, faster. Her eyes rolled back, her body shaking as she felt the hot wave of pleasure crash over her, her orgasm hitting with a force that left her gasping. Alphabittle grunted, his body shuddering as he thrust deep one last time, his cock throbbing as he spilled himself inside her, filling her with his warmth.

Beside her, Sunny moaned, her own climax ripping through her as Argyle buried himself deep, his cock pulsing as he came, his warmth flooding her, filling her completely. Their bodies trembled, tangled together in the aftermath, their breaths ragged as they slowly came down from the high.

Sunny’s hoof found Misty’s, their forelegs entwined as they lay there, their bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure, their eyes locked in a shared moment of bliss, the weight of their future together heavy but sweet.

* * *

For a moment, the room was thick with the heady scent of sweat and sex, their labored breathing the only sound breaking the silence. Argyle’s chest heaved as he looked down at Sunny, a mischievous grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “Should we switch?” he teased, his voice low but laced with suggestion, though the question held a flicker of genuine curiosity.

Alphabittle, still pressed close to Misty, his body hovering over hers, glanced over, waiting for the answer, his own breath heavy with lingering desire. Misty, her body still quivering from the intense release, immediately shook her head, her voice firm but sultry. "No," she murmured, her eyes locking with Alphabittle’s, her lips curving into a small but determined smile. "I don’t want the wrong stallion knocking me up."

Sunny’s hoof instinctively slid down over her belly, a tender smile on her lips as she nodded in agreement. “Yeah,” she whispered, turning her head to meet Argyle’s gaze, her voice breathy but filled with longing. “I want your foal, dad. No switching. Take me again, don’t stop…”

Her words sent a fresh surge of heat through him, through both stallions. Their desires reignited, the weight of their first release barely fading before their hunger for more took over. Without hesitation, they pressed their bodies back into their daughters, the fire between them reigniting with a force that left no room for patience.

Sunny and Misty tangled together, their bodies pressing closer as their stallions claimed them again, their hooves roaming each other’s curves, feeling the softness of their coats, the warmth of their skin. Sunny leaned in, her lips brushing Misty’s neck, trailing kisses down her throat, making Misty shiver beneath the delicate touch.

Alphabittle’s hooves gripped Misty’s hips tighter, his powerful frame looming over her as his cock slid back inside her soaked pussy, still dripping with cum from his first release. His thrusts were rougher this time, more urgent, driving deeper with every movement, filling her with each powerful stroke. Misty’s lips parted, her breath coming out in soft, breathy gasps as her body rocked in time with his. Her hooves clutched the sheets beneath her, her chest heaving as the pleasure built again, faster this time, her soft giggles giving way to desperate, needy moans.

“Incest or nocest?” she teased, her voice playful, daring, even as her body trembled beneath Alphabittle’s relentless rhythm. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting Sunny’s gaze as her marefriend pressed her soft, warm body against hers, their breath mingling as their lips hovered close.

Sunny chuckled, a low, breathless sound, leaning in to claim Misty’s lips in a deep, hungry kiss. Their tongues met, the kiss turning feverish as their bodies pressed tighter, the heat between their legs undeniable as their hips moved together, grinding against each other while their stallions took them. Argyle’s cock thrust deep into Sunny from behind, each powerful stroke sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her body as her moans mixed with Misty’s, their mouths never parting, their connection electric.

Alphabittle growled low in Misty’s ear, his pace quickening as he thrust into her harder, driven by the primal need to fill her again. "Incest is wincest," he rumbled, his voice thick with lust, his teeth grazing her ear as he lost himself in the rhythm of his hips slamming into hers. Misty’s giggle turned into a throaty moan, her body arching beneath him, her hooves reaching out to clutch Sunny’s as the pleasure consumed her.

The two mares, side by side, their bodies entwined, kissed again, their tongues dancing, their breaths hot and heavy as their stallions filled them, driving deeper, harder. Sunny’s hoof slipped down between Misty’s legs, her hoof finding her marefriend’s swollen, slick clit again. She rubbed fast, bruising circles, her touch firm and insistent, making Misty cry out, her body trembling as the pleasure mounted.

Misty's legs spread wider, her body surrendering to the pleasure, the sensation of Alphabittle’s thick cock stretching her with every thrust mixed with the delicious pressure of Sunny’s hoof on her clit. She could feel herself nearing the edge again, her voice nothing but breathless whimpers and moans as her orgasm built, waves of heat crashing over her as her body shook with the intensity of it.

Beside her, Sunny was lost in her own pleasure, her hips rocking back against Argyle, her voice a series of soft, desperate gasps as he filled her again and again, his cock hitting just the right spot with every deep thrust. She moaned into Misty’s mouth, her body trembling with the force of the pleasure building inside her, her clit pulsing as Misty’s hoof found her, rubbing equally fast, teasing circles that drove her wild.

Argyle’s pace quickened, his hooves gripping Sunny’s hips tighter as he pounded into her, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room. His breath was ragged, his muscles tense as the pressure inside him built, the need to claim her, to fill her again, overwhelming him. Sunny’s body clenched tight around him, her walls gripping him as she came, a sharp, gasping moan escaping her lips as her orgasm ripped through her, her body shaking with the force of it.

Beside them, Alphabittle groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared the edge, his thick cock driving into Misty with the same raw intensity. Misty’s head fell back, her eyes fluttering shut as she came again, her whole body shaking as the orgasm crashed through her, her moans filling the air as Alphabittle groaned low and deep, spilling himself inside her with a final, powerful thrust.

Both stallions buried themselves deep, their cocks pulsing as they filled their daughter, hot cum spilling into them, marking them. As they came, a soft glow surrounded each mare’s belly, a shimmering, magical mark appearing just above their wombs, confirming what they had known all along - this was no ordinary night.

Sunny and Misty lay there, their bodies trembling, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, as they stared at each other, the glowing marks on their bellies a shared symbol of the life growing inside them. The weight of their shared future settled over them, but it was sweet, filled with promise, and the deep, undeniable bond that connected them.

* * *

With the act complete, the room fell into a soft, peaceful quiet, the air still thick with the heat of what had passed between them. Argyle and Alphabittle, their bodies spent but their minds still reeling, watched as Sunny and Misty drifted into a deep, satisfied sleep. Their breathing was slow and even, their forms delicate, bathed in the soft light of the room. The glowing marks on their bellies—a magical testament to the life now growing inside them - shimmered faintly, casting an ethereal glow over their resting bodies.

Argyle, his heart pounding with an unfamiliar mix of emotions, gently scooped Sunny into his forelegs. She was light, fragile almost, her soft fur pressing against him as he carried her to the other bed. His hooves moved slowly, tenderly, as though afraid of disturbing the moment. Laying her down gently, he pulled the blanket over her, then slid in beside her, wrapping his strong hooves around her small frame. His chest pressed against her back, feeling her warmth, her steady breathing. He held her close, tighter than he ever had before, his mind swirling with thoughts of what had just happened and what it meant for them both.

Sunny shifted in her sleep, her body curling into him, instinctively seeking the comfort of his touch. Argyle smiled softly, brushing a strand of her mane away from her face, his heart swelling with a fierce, protective love. She wasn’t just his daughter anymore. This new bond between them had changed everything - deepened their connection, twisted the lines between father and daughter into something more intimate, something that he couldn’t have imagined before.

He pressed his lips to her forehead, a quiet, tender kiss. “I’ll always protect you,” he whispered, his voice low and full of promise. The weight of what they had done rested heavy in his chest, but it was a comforting kind of weight, a sense of belonging, of knowing that this was the beginning of something deeper.

* * *

In the other room, Alphabittle mirrored Argyle’s actions, his large hooves gently cradling Misty as he lifted her from the bed. She stirred only slightly, her head resting against his chest, a quiet murmur escaping her lips. He carried her to her own bed, laying her down carefully before climbing in beside her. His strong arms wrapped around her petite body, pulling her close, his chest pressed against her back as he held her tight.

Misty’s warmth seeped into him, her soft breathing a soothing rhythm that matched the quiet beating of his heart. Alphabittle sighed, his breath hot against the back of her neck as he nuzzled her, his heart swelling with a mix of love, pride, and something deeper, something almost primal. She was his now, in a way that went beyond father and daughter. The bond between them had shifted, evolved, and though it was still strange, still new, there was a comfort in knowing that this change was just the beginning.

He held her close, his hooves stroking her side, feeling the subtle curve of her belly, the magical mark glowing faintly beneath his touch. A smile tugged at his lips as he thought of the life growing inside her, of the future they would share. His protective instinct flared, stronger than ever, knowing that from this moment on, he would protect her, cherish her, and be there for her in ways he hadn’t before. This was a new chapter for them, one that would change everything.

As the night deepened, both stallions held their daughters close, their hearts beating in sync with the quiet breaths of the mares in their arms. They felt their warmth, their softness, and the profound sense of belonging that now tied them together in ways they could never have anticipated. This was the start of a new relationship - one that would only deepen, evolve, and grow as they walked forward together, father and daughter, bound by love and something much more intimate than they had ever known before.

* * *

The Royal Chambers of Zephyr Heights were a sight to behold, especially with the snow softly falling outside, draping the windows in a cozy frost. The castle walls felt like they were holding their breath, steeped in the magic of the Winter Wish. Zipp and Pipp sat near the fireplace, its warmth casting a soft glow on their fur, while Haven draped herself elegantly on a velvet chaise, watching her daughters with a content smile.

Zipp stretched her wings, feathers catching the firelight, giving them a glimmer of gold. “It’s nice having the castle all to ourselves,” she murmured, her voice relaxed, her usual edgy energy softened by the winter evening.

Pipp nodded, her delicate wings fluttering as she settled closer to her sister. “It’s even nicer being here with you two,” she said with a little smile, her eyes drifting toward Haven. The queen’s beauty had a regal warmth, but tonight, there was something more tender in the way she gazed at her daughters, as if the castle walls themselves were glowing with the affection she held for them.

Haven rose from her seat, her hooves barely making a sound on the thick carpets, and crossed the room to sit beside Zipp and Pipp. Her mane, perfectly coiffed as always, spilled in waves over her shoulders, and her soft, maternal scent filled the air. “My darlings,” she whispered, brushing a wingtip against Zipp's cheek, “I couldn’t think of a more perfect way to spend this Winter Wish.”

Pipp leaned into her mother’s touch, the closeness and warmth between them palpable. “I love this,” she breathed, her voice soft, almost a sigh. She nuzzled into Zipp’s neck, her breath hot against her sister’s fur.

Zipp tilted her head, catching Pipp’s eye, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Always so affectionate, Pippsqueak,” she teased, though her tone held no sharpness - just the warmth of sisterly love.

Haven watched them, her chest swelling with pride and something else - a deep affection that pulsed in the air between them like the glow of the fire. She leaned in, her muzzle brushing Zipp’s ear, whispering, “You two have grown so much… so beautiful.”

Zipp’s breath hitched, her wings twitching slightly as Haven’s words and touch sent a shiver through her. Pipp, ever sensitive to the energy between them, pressed closer, her lips brushing against Zipp’s neck, a delicate, almost teasing touch. “Zipp…” she murmured, her voice carrying a sweet, affectionate lilt.

Haven’s eyes softened as she watched them, her daughters, her loves. The fire crackled softly in the background, but all she could hear was the rhythmic sound of their breaths, the gentle rustle of feathers, and the soft hum of the winter wind outside. She leaned down, pressing a kiss to Zipp’s forehead, then to Pipp’s, her heart swelling with the warmth of the moment.

“I love you both so much,” Haven whispered, her voice thick with emotion, pulling them into a tight embrace, her wings wrapping around her daughters like a soft, protective cocoon. The world outside may have been cold, but inside these royal chambers, the love between them burned bright and hot.

The fire crackled in the hearth, warmth flickering across the dark velvet and gold accents of the Royal Chambers. The snow outside fell thick and slow, blanketing the world in silence. Inside, the air was charged, thick with anticipation, as Haven, Zipp, and Pipp lingered close to each other, the quiet intimacy of the moment deepening.

Zipp was the first to move, her sharp, confident eyes locked on Haven. She crossed the short distance between them, her breath hitching as she leaned in close, her muzzle brushing lightly against her mother’s. "You’ve always liked to be in control, haven’t you?" Zipp's voice was low, teasing, her lips barely grazing Haven’s as she spoke.

Haven tilted her head slightly, her gaze never wavering. "Is that a challenge, Zipp?" she murmured, her wings fluttering in a slow, deliberate motion as she leaned into the touch. She pressed forward, capturing Zipp’s mouth with her own, soft at first, testing the waters, but quickly deepening into something more, something hungry.

Zipp groaned into the kiss, the sound vibrating through her chest as her hooves came up to pull Haven closer, her wings flaring out behind her in a wild burst of need. She didn’t hold back, pressing her body firmly against Haven’s, the firelight casting their shadows in long, dancing shapes against the walls.

From behind them, Pipp watched, her breath catching in her throat, the sight sending a flush of heat through her. She moved with a slow grace, her hoofsteps quiet but purposeful, until she was at Haven’s side. Pipp’s lips brushed against the curve of Haven’s neck, the softest of touches, tasting the warmth of her skin. "Let me," she whispered, her voice like velvet, her desire undeniable.

Haven broke the kiss with Zipp just long enough to turn her head, capturing Pipp’s lips in a slow, sensuous kiss, their tongues teasing, tasting, until Haven pulled her deeper. Pipp moaned softly, her wings trembling as she pressed closer, her body begging for more.

Zipp wasn’t content to just watch. She moved behind Haven, her hooves tracing the lines of Haven’s body, feeling every curve, every soft dip of her fur. She bent down, her mouth brushing the base of Haven’s wings, knowing exactly how to make her shudder with pleasure. Haven’s breath hitched, her body arching into Zipp’s touch, even as Pipp's kiss deepened, hungry and impatient.

Zipp smirked against Haven’s wings, then moved lower, her mouth trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down Haven’s spine, each one slower, more deliberate than the last. She could feel Haven’s body responding, the way her muscles tensed, how her breath came in shallow gasps.

Pipp, unable to resist, pulled away from Haven’s mouth with a gasp and moved lower, her lips grazing down Haven’s chest, leaving a trail of warmth in her wake. Her hooves were light, caressing, exploring every inch of Haven’s body. "You’re the most beautiful mare in the world, mom," Pipp whispered, her voice trembling with want, her tongue flicking against the soft fur just above Haven’s belly.

Zipp's eyes darkened as she watched Pipp’s movements, and she pressed harder against Haven, her own desires burning hot and fast. She moved lower still, her muzzle finding Haven’s slick pussy, her breath hot against her. Zipp didn’t wait, didn’t tease - she dove in, her tongue sliding over Haven’s wet slit, eliciting a sharp, breathless moan from the mare above her.

Haven’s hooves shook as pleasure coursed through her, her wings twitching and fluttering uncontrollably. "Zipp..." she gasped, her voice cracking as her body writhed, caught between Zipp’s relentless mouth and Pipp’s insistent kisses, her hooves pulling Pipp closer.

Pipp wasn’t idle; her mouth found Haven’s nipples, her tongue circling them slowly before sucking gently, her eyes flicking up to watch the way Haven’s body responded, trembling and arching into her. Haven’s moans grew louder, more desperate, her head thrown back as she surrendered to the pleasure that Zipp and Pipp were giving her.

Zipp’s tongue moved faster, more insistent, her hoof sliding up to join the motion, pressing deep inside Haven as she licked and sucked, drinking in every moan, every gasp. Pipp’s lips were on Haven’s neck again, her voice low, teasing. "Don’t hold back. Let us hear you."

Haven let out a loud, raw moan, her body tensing as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. She gasped, her wings flaring out as her climax ripped through her, her whole body shaking with the force of it. Zipp didn’t stop, pushing her through it, her tongue relentless until Haven was a trembling, breathless mess beneath them.

Haven finished for the moment, Pipp pulled Zipp up, their mouths crashing together in a heated kiss, tasting Haven on each other’s lips.

"My turn," Pipp whispered breathlessly, her eyes dark with lust. She pushed Zipp down onto the bed, her wings fanning out as she moved to straddle her.

Zipp’s grin was wild, her breath coming fast as she looked up at Pipp, her eyes gleaming. "Show me what you’ve got," she challenged, her hooves gripping Pipp’s hips, pulling her down against her own slick pussy.

Pipp didn’t hesitate. She ground herself down onto Zipp, her breath catching at the sudden, intense friction. Her wings flared as she moved, each thrust slow at first, teasing, before she picked up speed, her hips rolling against Zipp’s, chasing her own pleasure. Zipp’s hooves dug into her, pulling her down harder, faster, their bodies slick with sweat, the heat between them overwhelming.

Haven, still catching her breath, watched them with a hungry gaze. She crawled up behind Pipp, her hooves tracing the curve of her back, her lips pressing kisses down her spine as she moved, adding to the rhythm, the pace, pushing Pipp closer and closer to the edge.

Pipp moaned, her head thrown back, her movements growing more frantic, more desperate. Zipp’s hooves slid up her sides, holding her steady as Pipp’s body tensed, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes… yes, just like that..." Pipp cried out, her wings fluttering as her climax slammed into her, her whole body shaking as she came, the pleasure tearing through her.

Zipp followed her over the edge, groaning as she bucked up into Pipp, her own climax crashing through her, leaving them both panting, tangled together in the heat and fire of the moment.

And behind them, Haven smiled, her body already aching for more.

The heat between the three of them clung to the air like a second skin, thick and heavy with the scent of lust. Haven’s mane was mussed now, her regal composure lost in the fire of their shared need. She watched Pipp collapse against Zipp, their wings tangled together, both mares breathless, their coats slicked with sweat. The room pulsed with the rhythm of their ragged breaths, the crackling fire in the hearth only an echo compared to the heat between them.

But Haven was now recovered and ready for more. Her tail flicked behind her, swishing against the plush carpet as she approached the two younger mares, her eyes gleaming with the hunger still burning within her. "My little angels," she purred, her voice low and sultry, "you both look so beautiful like this."

Zipp’s chest heaved as she caught her breath, her eyes dark and half-lidded, but she grinned, a challenge still flickering in her gaze. "You’re not getting off that easy, mom," she said, her voice rough, hooves already reaching out to tug her down into their shared heat.

Haven let herself be pulled down, her wings spreading wide as she climbed onto the bed, positioning herself between them. Pipp was still trembling from her release, her body soft and pliant, and Haven wasted no time. She bent her head, lips brushing over the damp, flushed fur on Pipp’s belly, her tongue flicking out to taste the salty sweetness of her skin.

Pipp moaned softly, her hooves gripping the sheets beneath her as Haven’s mouth moved lower, teasing her sensitive folds with the lightest of touches. Pipp’s back arched instinctively, her wings fluttering weakly against the mattress. “Mom, please..." she whimpered, her voice breathy and desperate.

Haven smiled against Pipp’s soaked pussy, loving the way her body responded so eagerly, so willingly. She licked slowly at first, savoring the taste of her, her tongue sliding over her slick folds, teasing her clit with soft, deliberate flicks. Pipp cried out, her hooves tangling in the blankets as she pushed her hips up, silently begging for more.

Zipp watched, her breath catching as she saw the way Pipp’s body responded, her sister trembling under Haven’s careful, practiced tongue. She could feel her own heat building again, her wings twitching at her sides as the sight and sound of Pipp’s pleasure filled her mind. "Don’t leave me out," Zipp murmured, her voice a growl as she shifted, positioning herself behind Haven.

Haven’s wings fluttered as Zipp’s hooves traced down her back, teasing the base of her tail, sending a shiver of anticipation through her. She gasped against Pipp’s pussy, her tongue still working her over even as her mind became hazy with the feel of Zipp behind her.

Zipp leaned down, her breath hot against Haven’s neck as she whispered, "Let’s see what happens when you lose control." With that, Zipp’s hoof found its way to Haven’s pussy again, her touch firm but teasing, sliding up and down her folds, gathering the slickness there before pressing her hoof just inside.

Haven moaned loudly, her whole body shuddering as Zipp’s touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. Her mouth faltered against Pipp’s folds for a moment before she dove back in, determined to drive Pipp to the brink again even as Zipp worked her over from behind.

Pipp’s moans grew louder, her hips moving in time with Haven’s tongue, her body trembling as the pleasure built up inside her. "Mom… oh, MOM," she gasped, her voice high and breathless, her wings fluttering weakly at her sides. She could feel herself spiraling toward another release, the pressure inside her growing unbearable as Haven’s mouth worked her over with expert precision.

Zipp grinned wickedly, her hoof pressing deeper into Haven, her other hoof sliding around to tease her mother’s swollen clit. "You’re dripping," she growled, her voice thick with desire as she watched Haven’s body writhe under her touch. "You love this, don’t you? Being taken like this."

Haven couldn’t answer, her mouth too busy with Pipp, but her body responded for her. Her hips bucked back against Zipp’s hoof, her wings flaring wide, trembling as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her. Her moans were muffled against Pipp’s folds, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure through the younger mare.

Pipp was the first to break, her body tensing as her orgasm tore through her. She cried out, her hooves digging into the mattress as her whole body shook, wings flaring wide as the pleasure crashed over her like a tidal wave. Haven didn’t stop, her tongue still lapping at her sensitive folds, milking every last tremor from her body until Pipp collapsed against the bed, panting and spent.

But Haven wasn’t far behind. Zipp’s touch was relentless, her hooves working Haven over until she couldn’t hold back anymore. With a loud, ragged moan, Haven’s body tensed, her wings trembling as her climax hit her like a lightning bolt. She shuddered violently, her legs giving out as the pleasure overwhelmed her, leaving her panting and trembling, her body spent.

Zipp, ever the confident one, leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the back of Haven’s neck as she whispered, "Now, that’s how you lose control."

The three of them lay there in the aftermath, their bodies tangled together, the fire still crackling softly in the background. The winter storm raged outside, but inside, there was only warmth, only the heat of their shared pleasure.

Pipp lay sprawled on the bed, her chest still heaving as she caught her breath, the warmth of her recent climax lingering in the air like a heavy fog. Her wings twitched, lazy and splayed out beneath her, the soft pink feathers glimmering faintly in the firelight. Zipp and Haven, equally spent, lay beside her, their bodies pressed close in the comfortable tangle they'd created. But as Pipp’s breath began to steady, a thought crept back into her mind - one that had been simmering beneath the surface even as she gave in to the pleasures of the evening.

With a soft groan, Pipp rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling, a faint pout curling at her lips. "You know," she started, her voice playful but laced with just a hint of frustration, "I could’ve been out celebrating Winter Wish with my friends tonight."

Haven and Zipp glanced at each other before turning their attention back to her. Zipp, ever the cheeky one, smirked. "Oh, come on, Pippsqueak. Like you didn’t enjoy every second of this."

Pipp huffed, folding her hooves over her chest, her pout deepening even as a sly smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "I did," she admitted, her tone lightening, "but that doesn’t change the fact that you two owe me for making me miss the party."

Zipp rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face. "What, one wasn’t enough?"

Pipp swatted her playfully with a wing, her violet eyes flashing with mischief. "I’m serious! I had plans! There was going to be music, dancing, drinks... And instead, I got stuck here with you two." She paused, letting the silence hang for a moment before adding with a wicked grin, "And now, you owe me. Big time."

Haven chuckled, shifting beside her and leaning in close, her lips brushing Pipp’s ear. "Oh, darling," she purred softly, her voice rich with affection, "I’m sure we can think of a way to repay you." Her hoof traced slow circles over Pipp’s side, the teasing touch enough to send a shiver down her spine.

Pipp’s pout faltered for a second, her body responding to Haven’s soft caress, but she wasn’t letting them off the hook that easily. She turned to look at Zipp, raising an eyebrow, her tone still playful but insistent. "I mean it. You two better make it up to me. I’ll be expecting something special in return."

Zipp’s grin widened, her eyes gleaming with challenge. "Oh, we’ll make it up to you, alright." She leaned in, her breath hot against Pipp’s neck as she whispered, "And when we do, you won’t be thinking about any party."

Pipp’s heart raced a little at Zipp’s words, but she kept her composure, her smile turning almost predatory as she eyed them both. "You better not disappoint. I’ll be holding you to it."

* * *

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