christmas prompt thingy (glimxtrixie+(you), kinda sfw, idk)

>>It's sometime in the future. Starlight and her wife Trixie invite you over to their little cabin just outside Ponyville, enough to be in walking distance. There was absolutely nothing sexual about how they asked you to come over for Hearth's Warming Eve.
>>Wat do?


>they invite you
>you find it weird, since you all usually end up crashing at twiggy's castle thanks to ponk's hearth's warming eve's parties
>but for some reason, they want to spend it away
>and not only away, but with you
>why?
>you're close, of course, maybe they even consider you a great friend, even if the blue one would have a hard time admitting it
>but that's still weird
>maybe they need someone to watch over them or something? maybe they're planning on using some weird magic and need a chaperone or simply someone to hold the candle
>it still doesn't make much sense, but what else could it be?
>so you ponder over it for a few days, coming to the conclusion that you're just going to ask them the next time you see them
>but you don't
>not until the day you're supposed to go there
>so you go, not wanting to disappoint them
>and if they pull some weird shit on your ass, you'll just boop them and run away as they roll on the ground in agony
>you're set on asking them exactly what did they plan, and why you, but they don't give you the time to do so
>the second the door opens up, you're greeted with smiles and greetings, followed with Starlight all but pulling you inside, telling you that it's warmer in there
>and it is
>you can't help but tip-toe your way to the huge fireplace the second you step inside, extending your hands to make sure you still had five fingers on each end
>and it even smells great in there, there's the aroma of cocoa floating around, as well as the fir's, which is surrounded by presents and all dressed up in decorations and sitting not too far from the huge window, the moonlight trying to pierce through the frost stuck to their corners
>making you realize just how good their little place looks, the very perfect definition of a family's house on christmas' eve
>minus the children...
>you shake your head, not wanting to mull over these gloomy thoughts on this seemingly perfect evening

>so perfect in fact, that you completely forget to ask them exactly why they wanted you here tonight
>or at least, the thought doesn't cross your mind until way later into the evening, long past the literal feast Starlight prepared and enough drinks later for Trixie to fail the simplest of card tricks
>so you ask them, the few drinks you shared making you sound way more forward than you would've liked and making them pause for a few seconds, needing that time to process exactly what you asked of them, as well as why did you change the subject so abruptly
>but when your words do reach them, they turn to each other, their smiling expressions turning to surprised, and then leaving place to obvious anxiety, as well as a blush from the great and powerful unicorn herself
>it doesn't take you long to realize that you may have fucked up, you may have had a couple drinks, but you're still far from rolling under the table
>so you mentally prepare yourself to apologize for ruining the mood
>maybe pass it off as a joke? that could work--
>but Starlight doesn't give you enough time to do so
>'you're right, there's a... reason we asked you to come here, today,' she says
>'it's kinda complicated',
>'a-and awkward, and there's no easy way to go about this'
>every now and then she turns to her right, locking eyes with her marefriend, clearly looking for comfort, and Trixie's hoof tightens around hers and nods her way in response
>you're really having a hard time following right now
>so you tell her, them
>that you're their friend, and that she can just go ahead and tell you exactly what's going on, that you can take it
>you try and add a bit of humor in there, trying to get them to giggle or chuckle at least to try and ease the mood, but their anxiety stays
>either you're worse at this than you thought, or the reason you're here is bigger than expected

>'I--...we, me and Trixie, thought that... we'd like to, no, we want to ask you to... ugh!'
>she turns to her marefriend once more, but with more insistence this time, eyes glaring a bit and head nudging your way, asking for more help than a simple hoof on hers
>Trixie, having had a few more drinks than either of you, nods after another couple seconds, and turns to you, visibly stirred by her mare's cry for help
>'Starlight wants you to fuck a foal into one of us,'
>it takes you a while to react, or even to understand
>it takes you another while to realize that she's not joking, her smug grin oozing confidence as she turns to glimmy, her eyes asking her 'how'd I do?'
>and another while for Starlight's flabbergasted expression to turn frustrated
>'Trixie!'
>'W-what?'
>'Did you really have to say it like that?!'
>'The great and powerful Trixie does not like beating around the bush, you of all ponies should know that by now--'
>'There's beating around the bush and there's putting it on fire! The plan was to ask him what he thought of the idea of fathering our foal, not to make him think we wanted to pin him on a bed and use him as some kind of tool!'
>'huh... why not? That doesn't sound too bad--'
>'No!'