Tales of a Land Called MLPLounge

                Big Macintosh gave a hearty wave to his family as they had left to head into town. Once they were out of sight, he trotted back inside with a grin. He hastily moved through his house until he reached the kitchen.

                    He strolled over to the window and closed the shutters. He then made his way over to just in front of the pedestal of his love. The only person who he could ever truly express his feelings to.

                    Big Mac used his forehooves to steady himself on the side of the counter as he brought himself face-to-face with his love. A stallion’s only true desire. The toaster.

                    Cradling his head in his hooves, Big Mac sighed as he stared into the slightly-chipped metallic coating.

                    “Eeeeeeyup,” he drawled with a goofy smile adorning his face.

                    He stared passionately at the toaster for several minutes before he took action once more. Leaning forward, he whispered close to the open slots that smelled of a good morning breakfast. Namely toast.

                    Big Mac turned his head and brought it closer to the toaster to listen for a response. Feeling the cold, enticing touch of it nuzzle against his fur, he blushed and pulled away.

                    Turning to the toaster, Big Mac reached out with his front hooves and brought the toa- no, his toaster to his chest.