Shot Down to Earthby RuuisChaptersChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 1Hoity-Toity, being a great fashion critic, never actually slowed his pace in life, never stopped to appreciate the finer things in life. He was always in one place or another, passing his judicial critique upon whatever item of fashion that was required out of him. Whether or not it crushed somepony's desperate dream of being successful in the fashion world very rarely mattered to him; he was only doing his job. Clean and calculating, with a superiority complex towards everypony, he continued, never once really thinking about what he was doing. Yet, fate, the ever unpredictable card player in the poker game of life, would have a twist in store for him. Hoity was very, very excited. Normally he only got that excited when he was about to do something that would portend a massive opportunity in his life, and this particular event that he was to undertake was just the thing. He was going to this social gathering in Ponyville, at which all the big names in fashions would be involved; he had to go. The thing about fashion, or indeed any industry, was that participants had to make connections, and make them deep. Any social event, any gathering, anything that contained several ponies of note, had to be attended. It was either that, or a loss of a significant amount of power, enough to make ponies doubt the capabilities of the missing pony. It's sort of like being on a battlefield, if anypony stopped moving, they ended up getting shot. Hoity knew that this would be an excellent chance. This meant ponies would end up asking him to critique their work. In other words, in the fashion industry Social events equaled work. His flight left at lunch, with a five hour journey to Ponyville. It was a long and tedious flight, and Hoity hated travelling. He could endure everything else that life threw at him, but flights were his pet peeve; and being a fashion critic, he got a lot of it. He had to fly practically everyday. He hated the annoyance of being in a carriage in the back which constantly wobbled, the tedium of the scenery and mostly importantly, hardly any pony contact. It was as if he were trapped in a particularly unstable room and given nothing to stabilize it, and no company for five or so hours. The worse thing was that he couldn't do anything about it, really. It was either that or trains, which Hoity hated more than flying, because it meant stupid, unworthy ponies asking him stupid questions and ponies desperately suckering up to him trying to trying to get him to look at their work. It was part of the many pains that came with being famous. The famous ended up with persistent pestilences around every corner, so much so that they could never just go outside, or just go shopping without ever bumping into something or some sort of undesirable. Hoity lost track of the time a while ago. He ended up going to sleep; it was the only way to make the journey slightly tolerable. This served him well, right until he was woken up by a stirring jolt, which violently shook the carriage. "What dares interrupt my sleep?!" Barked Hoity, intimidating the younger pegasus desperately trying (and failing) to do his job. "Sir!" the pegasus began, as true boot-licking was about the only thing that would save him. "There's been a shot fired, sir!" "A shot? As in, a gunshot?" Inquired Hoity, his voice dripping with worry. "Sir, yes Sir!" The pegasus answered, starting to think upon his own slim survival prospects. Hoity was preparing to bark some orders at the young pegasus; as he began to draw breath, another shot was fired. This ended up resulting in complete obliteration of the carriage floor underneath Hoity, plunging him downwards. Chapter 2Hoity wasn't, in particular, of the best of dispositions towards his situation: he was currently going to miss out on a big fashion event; he was not entirely sure whether he was still attached to the mortal realm; and his hair would definitely be ruined. It would take weeks, maybe months, to recover, and that was on IF he was alive. It was turning out to be one of the worst disasters he ever encountered, even taking into consideration that one time in Pony Vegas. His outlook didn't look too good, and the last thing he wanted to hear as he regained consciousness was what he heard. "Is he waking up?" A voice, unfamiliar to Hoity, spoke calmly. He at least knew he was alive, which made his day somewhat better. "Eeyup." Said another, nonchalantly. This time, he had some sort of inclination as to who this voice was. He had briefly recalled meeting the owner of this voice for a bit, but had no clue as to if the voice's owner remembered him. Hoity's vision snapped back to him for a brief period. Observing his surroundings, he noted that he appeared to be on some sort of farm. He hadn't the time to take in anything else, as his vision painfully regressed back to nothingness. He was still aware, so that was a positive. Noting that her guest had been as obtuse to fall back into comatose (or what appeared to be so), she immediately panicked, and almost barked at him “You still there?!”. This potent mix of inquisitive demanding had rewarded her almost instantaneously, as Hoity, in panic, gave at a feeble “Yes”, before returning to absolute silence. It was amusing, actually, how such a proud pony could be turned into a shivering wreck by breaking every bone in his body. Happy enough with her question, Applejack began to ask her questions; fruitlessly. After a while, she began to give up hope, and just left him to it. It only took a while for Hoity to regain his vision, but he didn’t want to see anything: it hurt. Every part of him hurt. He didn’t want to be here, with every part of him broken. Anywhere but here. Any situation but here. Unfortunately, it was only a day or so more before he had to meet that voice he had heard. As he was getting his evening meal (Hoity Toity was practically a vegetable, minus the mental retardation), when he heard a different, distinct set of hoof noises coming to him. They were masculine, sharper set of noises. He once again, immediately linked it to the voice he had when he first regain sentience. Almost without any sort of passion, Big Macintosh delivered the food to Hoity, and was about to leave before Hoity forced his eyes open, just to see if he was right. He was. "Big Macintosh...?" Hoity feebly forced out. Hoity was met with a response of "Eeyup?" "Oh dear. It’s him..." Thought Hoity, worriedly. "Nothing...", said Hoity feebly, trying (and failing) not to appear pathetic. Tears started to fall down his face, and he pleaded with whatever divine creator that was up above that Big Macintosh wouldn’t notice. He did. Big Macintosh, having seen his guest crying as severely as he was, felt obliged to stay there with Hoity, not knowing that it would make the problem worse. With an extreme case of butterflies, Big Macintosh approached Hoity, and began to perform a comforting operation upon Hoity. Gently putting his hoof on his torso (the only area that had been spared from the entire ordeal), and, trying his best to console him, asked: "You alright?" This, however seemed to have the opposite effect; Hoity began to cry again, after a brief respite. Now Big Macintosh was touching him, yet he'd never, ever have the farm stallion. Hoity eventually managed to summon up the courage to give a measly "No..." before beginning to cry again. Big Macintosh, once again surprised by his guest's actions, began to try and cheer him up, (despite his stomach’s best interest; the butterflies had started to swarm), and probe into exactly why he was upsetting him, despite only having just met him. The answer to this came in the form of a whine. Big Macintosh, realizing it was hopeless, left him, thinking the fashion critic hated him or he had done something to upset him previously. Hoity also realized that, and, in a moment of pure desperation, expelled all of his energy to force out acry of, "I don’t hate you..." hoping that he'd hear. The last words had a drastic effect on Big Macintosh, and, in fact, had managed to make him curious about Hoity. He took sole responsibility over him, and quickly formed some sort of a bond with him. Hoity, realizing how well this event had played over in his favor, instantly cheered up. He began to herald with joy the meetings he had, and, as he regained basic motor function, was soon enjoying the situation. Anypony who was in the family could see that those two were growing close. Even Applejack was began to ponder the subject. Big Macintosh denied everything, of course. The supposed feelings that were as clear as day weren't easy to see to the oblivious Big Macintosh, and he continued on, becoming good friends with Hoity. That continued for about another month or so, until a dreadful storm fell upon Ponyville. Hoity hated, hated storms. When Big Macintosh came to check in on him to make sure he was healthy and how he was progressing, he was surprised to see the shivering wreck that Hoity had regressed to. He was laid on his bed, tears streaming down his face, with a terrified expression plastered upon his features. This evoked an immediate response from Big Macintosh, who couldn’t just lay there as his friend was crying. "Something up?" Big Macintosh asked, trying to act nonchalantly, but failing in that respect. He seemed as scared as Hoity. "I... I just hate storms..." Hoity stated, clearly lying. He wasn't even making an attempt at deception. "Ah can clearly tell yer lyin'; what’s wrong?" Big Macintosh asked again, slightly calmer this time. He sensed that Hoity wanted him to investigate. "You...You promise you won’t laugh?" Hoity inquired, sheeplishly. "Ah promise." Big Macintosh said, with a kind tone being pleasantly added to his voice. "As you can quite well imagine, I've always been in a relationship at one point or another. Every time one of my coltfriends would break up with me, or vice versa, it would be during a storm. I've associated the two ever since." Once again, a blatant lie; but the truth was buried within. “Ah’m calling horsecrap. That can’t be all.” Big Macintosh had figured out this little game he was playing, and was going to play it until the bitter end. "Alright, then. I've.... I've..." Hoity tried to spit out the words, but his tongue failed him. He couldn't. Yet he had to. “Yer alright tah tell me this?” Big Macintosh’s worry had swelled inside him, and he wondered if this was the best choice to pursue. "I'll be fine. My parents... They had an argument. It was during a storm. The intensity of it was overwhelming to my 8 year old self, and I couldn't focus on anything. The storm increased its severity as the fight did." Hoity continued, but was holding back deep emotions. "I had to hide under my bed as my father came in; shouting at me. They left each other soon after." Hoity finished, the tears regaining their vigour soon after. Big Macintosh was clearly shocked by this, and asked him a final question, "What was it about?" "It was about... Me." He said, the tears flowing down his face. "They didn't like that I was interested in fashion and colts. Father never did. He tried to beat it out of me, like I was infected with some disgusting disease." Big Macintosh, worried about the gravity of the entire situation, asked if he should leave, but was met with a most unusual answer. "No... don't leave me... not tonight." Hoity pleaded. "Don't... leave..." Hoity was unapologetic at this point. He wanted him to stay by his side, throughout the night. "But Ah need to sleep!" Refused Big Macintosh. He soon saw that refusing him wasn’t an option. "Sleep next to me... Keep me safe, please..." Hoity said, that same pang of desperation ever-prominent in his voice. "Alright then, Ah’ll do it, just this once." This made Hoity possibly the happiest pony in Ponyville, but he still couldn’t stem the tide of tears. Big Macintosh got into the bed with Hoity, and tried to minimize the amount of touching. This failed, miserably, when Hoity pulled Big Macintosh's hoof over to him, forcing him to cuddle the lithe critic. The feelings of cuddling a stallion to him was weird, though he wasn't sure he disliked them. The warmth of Hoity, the weird curvature of Hoity's body and the strange feeling of comfort all swelled within Big Macintosh. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was falling for him. Hoity knew this, and slept possibly the best night's sleep he had ever slept. Chapter 3Big Macintosh slept surprisingly well that night. Normally something as peculiar and strange as a friend asking you to sleep in his bed filled him entirely with trepidation, but it didn’t seem to affect him that night. It was as if you were going to be shot by somepony, but instead of feeling immense amount of pain, you enjoyed the experience. That part of it scared Big Macintosh the most. As it so happened, Big Macintosh woke up first. The storm had completely subsided, leaving behind it a glorious sunlight, enveloping the day in its light. Looking towards his “friend”, he could see that, given the sunlights’ rays, it displayed beautifully onto him. His facial features were superbly magnified by the light of the dawn, and he looked almost serene. He almost looked... attractive. This intrusive thought was quickly and forcibly removed from his mind, and replaced with thoughts about the day. The thoughts quickly intruded back, and he looked back at Hoity; he was possibly the most peaceful he had ever seen a pony, and was still holding tight onto Big Macintosh’s hoof. He looked outside again, and, approximating the time, he estimated it to be about 11:00. Work time. This, however, proved to be problematic; his hoof happened to be in the possession of a certain stallion. He considered gentle easing his hoof out, but this would be equally as problematic: Hoity would wake up. While his was considering this, he noted that time had passed; forcing his hoof. “Hoity?” He said, trying to be as gentle as he could. “Yes, darling?” The “darling” part of that was entirely new to Big Macintosh, and it worried him. Hoity also appeared to be wide-awake, and had been laid with Big Macintosh for a great portion of time. “Can Ah move mah hoof now? Ah need to work.” He asked of Hoity, and he delivered. This, was, without problems. Hoity decided to do something radical, and, as he turned to face Big Macintosh, he said: “Thanks for staying the night; I slept fabulously.” This didn’t worry Big Macintosh, but the event that occurred after that did. He put a hoof on Big Macintosh’s waist, pulled him towards him, and give him a kiss on the cheek. After that, he moved away from Big Macintosh and announced: “Now, go. I’m sure you’ve got work to do, my darling.” Big Macintosh’s brain was a-whirl with thoughts of that event: What just happened? Why was Hoity taking such a shining to the term “darling”? Why did he find another male attractive? How in the name of Celestia did he sleep in the same bed as him, and let Hoity kiss him? (His psyche seemed to omit the fact that Hoity Toity only kissed him on his check). His brain was so focused upon those issues that his duties almost got neglected; only with the assistance of Applejack’s sharp eyes, urging him onwards, did he manage to do some productive work. Big Macintosh was confused; having never felt this way before towards anypony. He was scared, and wanted answers. Unfortunately, Big Macintosh felt the desire to not seek aid from another family member, scared that they would replace his duty as carer for Hoity. He was secure in the knowledge that he could find the answers, independent from anypony else. Needless to say, breakfast came around, and Big Macintosh had to go into Hoity’s room and feed him. This was met with an awkward silence between the two ponies, and neither of them could seem to break it. This scenario played itself again at lunch, when, once again, neither of them wanted to say anything. Dinner was almost a repeat, but Big Macintosh’s brain wouldn’t let him walk out of the room with a free conscience. He had to ask. “Hoity, can Ah ask yer something?” Big Macintosh, immediately regretted this, and wanted to jump out of the window. He knew he now had to ride the lightning. “Yes, darling?” Hoity innocently said. He already had formulated ideas and came to a conclusion as to what was happening, but he wanted to know for sure. The “darling” part was also on purpose. He knew how much it affected Big Macintosh. He wanted Big Macintosh to know his feelings. “Well, Ah... Ah...” he couldn’t speak. The words kept failing him. His tongue started to dry up, and the butterflies in his stomach were once again forming their vicious storm. “Hmmm... is this about me? Or is this about you?” “Me...” He said, already feeling downtrodden. He didn’t want to say anything. He wished Hoity hadn’t fallen from the sky, like he did. He would have remained as oblivious to himself as ever. “Let me guess. You’re developing abnormal feelings for me after last night.” “Eeyup.” He replied, only this wasn’t his normal, powerful “Eeyup”, it was a saddened one, with all of the owner’s strength having sept out of him. Realizing what he said, Big Macintosh quickly said “Ah mean... Ah don’t know!” “Just tell me the circumstances; I wish to know everything.” Big Macintosh complied. He told him everything: about how he found Hoity attractive when he woke up; how he couldn’t concentrate; and how he slept brilliantly that night. He felt horrible whilst telling Hoity Toity all of this, but he could do nothing else. He felt physically sick, his brain not wanting to tell Hoity any of this. “Well, my darling, from what you’ve told me... I would say you have a crush on me.” This was the last thing Big Macintosh wanted to hear. He couldn’t take it, he began to buck from his standing position, and started to cry on the floor. Hoity Toity didn’t want to see him in distress, but his advice and words of comfort fell upon deaf ears. After Big Macintosh had finished his session of denial, he bolted out the room, trying not to think about what Hoity Toity had just said. Big Macintosh ran to his room. His few animal comforts were there, as he expected. He picked up his Smarty Pants doll (which Twilight Sparkle had so generously donated), and began to sob openly. He hoped that his crying would go unnoticed, but this failed when Applejack passed by and noticed his despair. “Big Macintosh? You alright, sugarcube?” Applejack kindly asked, but was ignored. She then tried walking into his room, and consoling him there. This time, Big Macintosh said “Ah’m fine.” In a stern voice. “Big Macintosh, the last time Ah’ve seen you this upset is when Ah left. Now, tell me what’s wrong!”. Applejack wasn’t the kind to mess about, especially not now. “You won’t laugh?” Big Macintosh hopefully asked. He wanted to tell someone, even his own sister. “Ah promise” Applejack responded, with the same voice of kindness. “Well... Ah...Yer know Hoity?” He said, his voice through with despair. “Did he hurt you? If he laid even so much as a hoof on you, Ah’ll-” Applejack started to get angry, before Big Macintosh interposed “No! He... Ah developed a crush... on him.” He said, his voice just as broken and downtrodden as before. “So?” Applejack asked, without emotion “He’s a colt!” He replied “Sugarcube, you know yer doing exactly what Ah did, right?” Applejack calmly said. “Come again?” Big Macintosh was now confused. He had no clue what the hay Applejack was on about. “Back when Ah had a crush on Fluttershy, Ah told nopony. Not even her. Skip to today, well, Ah plan to settle down with her.” Applejack said, showing her pride in her statement. “So, stop yer cryin’; Ah’m sure nopony gives half a buck.” These words had great effect on Big Macintosh, and, instead of going to sleep by himself that night, he decided to go to Hoity’s room. Upon entering Hoity Toity’s room, Big Macintosh felt nervous. Not terrified, and bewildered, just nervous. “Hoity?” Big Macintosh began to ask him, without fear in his voice. “You’ve come back? I’ve must’ve made some impression.” Hoity Toity replied, his voice brimming with the confidence that he normally sports. “About that... do yah mind if Ah sleep with you tonight?” Big Macintosh asked, he felt silly and stupid, but it was too late to stop. “Of course, my darling.” He said, calmly. “I take it that you’ve brought lubricant?.” He said, with an element of humour attached to his tone. Big Macintosh, requiring no more invitation than that, climbed into Hoity Toity’s bed, began to cuddle with him and quickly fell asleep. Chapter 4The scenario of Hoity Toity and Big Macintosh cuddling continued for a great deal of time; neither of them wanted to make advances. After seeing Big Macintosh break into tears, Hoity Toity decided to go easy on him. This was also referenced by the fact that, in about a weeks time, Hoity Toity would have recovered completely, meaning that they wouldn’t in the same room for all of his waking day, and he could do whatever he wished to Big Macintosh without his fear of family finding out. That was possibly the best part. He could have Big Macintosh, at Hoity’s house, all to himself. He longed for the day when he could claim complete ownership of him. But, as of yet, Big Macintosh was terrified of the feelings that Hoity Toity was invoking inside him; he had never felt mutual attraction towards another pony (not due to lack of choice, just he never found a mare attractive). He managed to deal with this mostly; he could justify it to himself, easily. Just he doubted that he could to Granny Smith. With Applejack being with Fluttershy, and Applebloom’s devious future (the amount of times she heard Scootaloo and her unironically declare their love for each other frightened Big Macintosh at times), there didn’t seem to be a future for this part of the Apple family. Granny Smith had always wanted Big Macintosh, the most wanted pony in the entirety of Ponyville, to be straight. Now Big Macintosh fell for another stallion, she would be mortified. She would want him to leave, and never come back. He couldn’t bear to tell her, and tried his best to cover the fact that Hoity and him were sleeping in the same bed. Hoity Toity had almost recovered, and had managed to have some sort of waking life. He could walk to places (albeit assisted), and managed to tell the people who had hitherto thought he was dead that he was alive. Wisely, he choose to keep his location undisclosed, and his current crush remained a secret. The latter was arguably the most practical idea; as most of the people would hate to hear about Big Macintosh, the “stallion all the mares wanted” (as someone apted put it), had a coltfriend. He would not only have to admit it to Granny Smith (turns out when you sleep in the same bed with somepony, you learn a lot about them). This turns out to be a massive boon, as, in fact, people were worried about Hoity Toity, and his astonishing recovery shocked most ponies, and caused a huge publicity scare. Hoity Toity, being somepony who worked in the fashion industry, found this to be highly to his advantage. He knew ponies would know who he was, and the demand for his critique rose tremendously. Unfortunately, Hoity still couldn’t go far, and had to refuse most of these offers. His recuperation had increased exponentially, however, and he was almost better. Big Macintosh woke up, same as usual, and Hoity Toity was next to him, as per normal. He actually liked this agreement; it gave him comfort and allowed him to be cuddled to a living thing, rather than an inanimate object. Big Maintosh realized something, and starting to sulk. Hoity immediately recognized this and tried to comfort him. “Everything alright, my darling?” Hoity Toity said, his tone soaked with worry. “Ah...Ah just thought of something.” Big Macintosh replied, with that downtrodden tone. “Which is?” Hoity replied, with a curious tone. “Well... how am Ah gonna see yah after yer better?” Big Macintosh answered, and this worried Hoity too, as he hadn’t thought about this. Puzzled about this, Hoity Toity began to ponder upon it for a minute, before coming up with an idea. “I know. I have property here, near the Ponyville library. I’ll probably have recovered by Friday, which is, as far as I’m aware of, a day when you aren’t preoccupied. Do you wish to stay the night then?” He requested of Big Macintosh. “Eeyup.” Big Macintosh simply replied, finding that his normal response would suffice perfectly. “Then it’s settled.” He nonchalantly responded. His actions that followed it, however, were anything but. He, from his slouched position, moved towards to Big Macintosh, and laid a kiss upon his lips. Pulling away, he said “I think I love you...” he said, his words brimming to bursting point with emotions. Big Macintoshs’ cheeks had turned scarlet. He would have never even dared to ask Hoity for a kiss. Hoity, surprisingly, had managed a full recovery, in almost miraculous time. This, also, meant that Big Macintosh’s agreement with him could be met, and Big Macintosh was going to see him on that Friday. This made the normally shy Big Macintosh nervous, almost to the point of shaking. A sense of trepidation filled him, and he almost wished that he didn’t agree to it. It was too late, however. He was going to see him, and this time, they would be truly alone. Applejack constantly reassured him that liking another colt was fine, and very little ponies cared. This helped very little, and Big Macintosh just felt silly again. He wanted to have never met him. But, as sure as daylight, the arranged day had come. It was Friday. “Yer sure about this, sis?” Asked a nervous Big Macintosh, towards Applejack. “Ah’m sure it’ll be fine. After all, Ah’m going to see my Fluttershy!” A beaming Applejack responded. “Do yah think Granny Smith’ll care?” Another question that had bugged Big Macintosh for an extended amount of time. “Nope. Hell, Ah doubt she cares about most stuff nowadays; she’s lost a few of her marbles, if yah get me.” She said, with her usual happy-go-lucky accent. “Eeyup.” Big Macintosh replied, monotone, as usual. A decent while passed before anything was uttered, both of the ponies not having anything to add, Big Macintosh eventually said thus: “Ah’ll leave now, see yah” Big Macintosh simply added.. “See yah!” Applejack said, positively. Big Macintosh had arrived at Hoity’s Ponyville residence. He had never exprienced such mixed emotions: one half of him was ecstatic with joy, the other was terrified with voyaging so far into the unknown. Opening the door, he was met with exactly the same face he wanted to be met with: Hoity Toity’s “Ah, hello! Come in; it’s freezing out there.” Hoity simplisticly said. Hoity, being an influential fashion critique, could afford a modern, trendy house. As such, most of the house was of superb quality, with all the items proudly sporting “designer” labels. It was only a small, two story house, with a single bedroom. The rest of the floors were filled with media objects; with the cutting-edge technology equipped throughout. Hoity Toity didn’t exactly visit Ponyville a lot, he just wanted to live leisurely when he did. Big Macintosh kept as quiet as he could throughout the night. He was scared of Hoity making any sort of advance on him. This happened to fail when he offered Big Macintosh alcohol. The rest of the night advanced normally (if you take normally to mean they watched a lot of romantic films while cuddling on the sofa), and nothing of note really happened. This lasted up until midnight, until Hoity Toity noticed the time. “Oh, my. It’s already midnight! Do you want to get to sleep?” Hoity asked. He had an ulterior motive, for sure, but he was sure Big Macintosh wouldn’t pick up on it. “Yer tired?” Big Macintosh innocently asked. Perfect, instantly thought Hoity; he hadn’t picked up on it. “Yes. I’ve got a lot of important work to do tomorrow.” He said, stealing a sly glance at Big Macintosh. “Ah guess, then.” Big Macintosh replied. He really was oblivious. They both went into bed, and before Big Macintosh could start to fall asleep, Hoity decided that it was time to make his move. His plan of operation began subtly. “Big Macintosh... you’re not asleep, are you?” Hoity whispered sweetly into his ear. “Nn...nope...” Big Macintosh replied, nervously. “Excellent.” Hoity Toity whispered to him. Big Macintosh started to look at him, and started to look worried. “What do yah want?” Big Macintosh asked of him, his voice full of shaking nervousness. “I thought that would be obvious, by now.” Hoity stated, his voice tinged with a suggestive tone. Hoity said this as he began to move towards Big Macintosh. He wasn’t resisting, for once. He, upon reaching Big Macintosh, placed a hoof under his chin, and pulled him towards himself. Before Big Macintosh could process what was happening, his lips were firmly pressed upon Hoity’s, and his tongue started to intrude. The kiss they shared was passionate, and with enough vigour to justify the effort Hoity had been making. After pulling away, a heavy trail of saliva had been produced, which fell onto the bed covers. “Better.” Hoity calmly said. “But Ah... Ah don’t know if I go ahead with this...” Big Macintosh stated. “Why not, then?” Hoity asked, simply curious. “Are you not attracted to me?” “It’s not that. Ah dunno how my grandmother’ll take it”. Big Macintosh really didn’t want to disappoint her. “She knows. Trust me, darling. She found out. She doesn’t care.” Hoity’s rebuttal was swift, and Big Macintosh seemed to have no further objections. “May I proceed?” A confident Hoity Toity replied. “Eeyup...” A defeated Big Macintosh replied. The rest of the night was overthrown by a viscous storm of lust, enveloping the two. They continued on like this for the rest of the night, not caring about the consequences. About tomorrow. The only thing that mattered to those two lovers was that night, which they lovingly shared. Before the night was finished, and after they were, Big Macintosh had but one dialouge with Hoity, as it went as such: “Hoity, why did yah cry the first time yah saw me?” Big Macintosh asked, this question having burnt in his mind for a great deal of time. “Oh, that’s simple. I developed a crush on you when I first saw you, but I assumed you were straight. Regardless, I started to take interest into you, and continued to do so before my unfortunate accident. Seeing you, and being reminded of wanting something I’ll never had brought my to the edge, on an already miserable day.” Hoity replied. “But, now I have you. You are all mine, my darling.” Hoity said, reflecting with immense happiness upon his situation. “Ee...yup.” An exhuasted Big Macintosh replied. “Ah’m yers.” He said this before falling asleep. Hoity quietly laughed to himself, whispering “He’s even cuter when he’s asleep!” sounding delighted. Hoity gave his lover a quick kiss on the cheek, before going to bed on his chest, believing that everything was alright with the world, even it was just for one day.
Chapter 1Hoity-Toity, being a great fashion critic, never actually slowed his pace in life, never stopped to appreciate the finer things in life. He was always in one place or another, passing his judicial critique upon whatever item of fashion that was required out of him. Whether or not it crushed somepony's desperate dream of being successful in the fashion world very rarely mattered to him; he was only doing his job. Clean and calculating, with a superiority complex towards everypony, he continued, never once really thinking about what he was doing. Yet, fate, the ever unpredictable card player in the poker game of life, would have a twist in store for him. Hoity was very, very excited. Normally he only got that excited when he was about to do something that would portend a massive opportunity in his life, and this particular event that he was to undertake was just the thing. He was going to this social gathering in Ponyville, at which all the big names in fashions would be involved; he had to go. The thing about fashion, or indeed any industry, was that participants had to make connections, and make them deep. Any social event, any gathering, anything that contained several ponies of note, had to be attended. It was either that, or a loss of a significant amount of power, enough to make ponies doubt the capabilities of the missing pony. It's sort of like being on a battlefield, if anypony stopped moving, they ended up getting shot. Hoity knew that this would be an excellent chance. This meant ponies would end up asking him to critique their work. In other words, in the fashion industry Social events equaled work. His flight left at lunch, with a five hour journey to Ponyville. It was a long and tedious flight, and Hoity hated travelling. He could endure everything else that life threw at him, but flights were his pet peeve; and being a fashion critic, he got a lot of it. He had to fly practically everyday. He hated the annoyance of being in a carriage in the back which constantly wobbled, the tedium of the scenery and mostly importantly, hardly any pony contact. It was as if he were trapped in a particularly unstable room and given nothing to stabilize it, and no company for five or so hours. The worse thing was that he couldn't do anything about it, really. It was either that or trains, which Hoity hated more than flying, because it meant stupid, unworthy ponies asking him stupid questions and ponies desperately suckering up to him trying to trying to get him to look at their work. It was part of the many pains that came with being famous. The famous ended up with persistent pestilences around every corner, so much so that they could never just go outside, or just go shopping without ever bumping into something or some sort of undesirable. Hoity lost track of the time a while ago. He ended up going to sleep; it was the only way to make the journey slightly tolerable. This served him well, right until he was woken up by a stirring jolt, which violently shook the carriage. "What dares interrupt my sleep?!" Barked Hoity, intimidating the younger pegasus desperately trying (and failing) to do his job. "Sir!" the pegasus began, as true boot-licking was about the only thing that would save him. "There's been a shot fired, sir!" "A shot? As in, a gunshot?" Inquired Hoity, his voice dripping with worry. "Sir, yes Sir!" The pegasus answered, starting to think upon his own slim survival prospects. Hoity was preparing to bark some orders at the young pegasus; as he began to draw breath, another shot was fired. This ended up resulting in complete obliteration of the carriage floor underneath Hoity, plunging him downwards.
Chapter 2Hoity wasn't, in particular, of the best of dispositions towards his situation: he was currently going to miss out on a big fashion event; he was not entirely sure whether he was still attached to the mortal realm; and his hair would definitely be ruined. It would take weeks, maybe months, to recover, and that was on IF he was alive. It was turning out to be one of the worst disasters he ever encountered, even taking into consideration that one time in Pony Vegas. His outlook didn't look too good, and the last thing he wanted to hear as he regained consciousness was what he heard. "Is he waking up?" A voice, unfamiliar to Hoity, spoke calmly. He at least knew he was alive, which made his day somewhat better. "Eeyup." Said another, nonchalantly. This time, he had some sort of inclination as to who this voice was. He had briefly recalled meeting the owner of this voice for a bit, but had no clue as to if the voice's owner remembered him. Hoity's vision snapped back to him for a brief period. Observing his surroundings, he noted that he appeared to be on some sort of farm. He hadn't the time to take in anything else, as his vision painfully regressed back to nothingness. He was still aware, so that was a positive. Noting that her guest had been as obtuse to fall back into comatose (or what appeared to be so), she immediately panicked, and almost barked at him “You still there?!”. This potent mix of inquisitive demanding had rewarded her almost instantaneously, as Hoity, in panic, gave at a feeble “Yes”, before returning to absolute silence. It was amusing, actually, how such a proud pony could be turned into a shivering wreck by breaking every bone in his body. Happy enough with her question, Applejack began to ask her questions; fruitlessly. After a while, she began to give up hope, and just left him to it. It only took a while for Hoity to regain his vision, but he didn’t want to see anything: it hurt. Every part of him hurt. He didn’t want to be here, with every part of him broken. Anywhere but here. Any situation but here. Unfortunately, it was only a day or so more before he had to meet that voice he had heard. As he was getting his evening meal (Hoity Toity was practically a vegetable, minus the mental retardation), when he heard a different, distinct set of hoof noises coming to him. They were masculine, sharper set of noises. He once again, immediately linked it to the voice he had when he first regain sentience. Almost without any sort of passion, Big Macintosh delivered the food to Hoity, and was about to leave before Hoity forced his eyes open, just to see if he was right. He was. "Big Macintosh...?" Hoity feebly forced out. Hoity was met with a response of "Eeyup?" "Oh dear. It’s him..." Thought Hoity, worriedly. "Nothing...", said Hoity feebly, trying (and failing) not to appear pathetic. Tears started to fall down his face, and he pleaded with whatever divine creator that was up above that Big Macintosh wouldn’t notice. He did. Big Macintosh, having seen his guest crying as severely as he was, felt obliged to stay there with Hoity, not knowing that it would make the problem worse. With an extreme case of butterflies, Big Macintosh approached Hoity, and began to perform a comforting operation upon Hoity. Gently putting his hoof on his torso (the only area that had been spared from the entire ordeal), and, trying his best to console him, asked: "You alright?" This, however seemed to have the opposite effect; Hoity began to cry again, after a brief respite. Now Big Macintosh was touching him, yet he'd never, ever have the farm stallion. Hoity eventually managed to summon up the courage to give a measly "No..." before beginning to cry again. Big Macintosh, once again surprised by his guest's actions, began to try and cheer him up, (despite his stomach’s best interest; the butterflies had started to swarm), and probe into exactly why he was upsetting him, despite only having just met him. The answer to this came in the form of a whine. Big Macintosh, realizing it was hopeless, left him, thinking the fashion critic hated him or he had done something to upset him previously. Hoity also realized that, and, in a moment of pure desperation, expelled all of his energy to force out acry of, "I don’t hate you..." hoping that he'd hear. The last words had a drastic effect on Big Macintosh, and, in fact, had managed to make him curious about Hoity. He took sole responsibility over him, and quickly formed some sort of a bond with him. Hoity, realizing how well this event had played over in his favor, instantly cheered up. He began to herald with joy the meetings he had, and, as he regained basic motor function, was soon enjoying the situation. Anypony who was in the family could see that those two were growing close. Even Applejack was began to ponder the subject. Big Macintosh denied everything, of course. The supposed feelings that were as clear as day weren't easy to see to the oblivious Big Macintosh, and he continued on, becoming good friends with Hoity. That continued for about another month or so, until a dreadful storm fell upon Ponyville. Hoity hated, hated storms. When Big Macintosh came to check in on him to make sure he was healthy and how he was progressing, he was surprised to see the shivering wreck that Hoity had regressed to. He was laid on his bed, tears streaming down his face, with a terrified expression plastered upon his features. This evoked an immediate response from Big Macintosh, who couldn’t just lay there as his friend was crying. "Something up?" Big Macintosh asked, trying to act nonchalantly, but failing in that respect. He seemed as scared as Hoity. "I... I just hate storms..." Hoity stated, clearly lying. He wasn't even making an attempt at deception. "Ah can clearly tell yer lyin'; what’s wrong?" Big Macintosh asked again, slightly calmer this time. He sensed that Hoity wanted him to investigate. "You...You promise you won’t laugh?" Hoity inquired, sheeplishly. "Ah promise." Big Macintosh said, with a kind tone being pleasantly added to his voice. "As you can quite well imagine, I've always been in a relationship at one point or another. Every time one of my coltfriends would break up with me, or vice versa, it would be during a storm. I've associated the two ever since." Once again, a blatant lie; but the truth was buried within. “Ah’m calling horsecrap. That can’t be all.” Big Macintosh had figured out this little game he was playing, and was going to play it until the bitter end. "Alright, then. I've.... I've..." Hoity tried to spit out the words, but his tongue failed him. He couldn't. Yet he had to. “Yer alright tah tell me this?” Big Macintosh’s worry had swelled inside him, and he wondered if this was the best choice to pursue. "I'll be fine. My parents... They had an argument. It was during a storm. The intensity of it was overwhelming to my 8 year old self, and I couldn't focus on anything. The storm increased its severity as the fight did." Hoity continued, but was holding back deep emotions. "I had to hide under my bed as my father came in; shouting at me. They left each other soon after." Hoity finished, the tears regaining their vigour soon after. Big Macintosh was clearly shocked by this, and asked him a final question, "What was it about?" "It was about... Me." He said, the tears flowing down his face. "They didn't like that I was interested in fashion and colts. Father never did. He tried to beat it out of me, like I was infected with some disgusting disease." Big Macintosh, worried about the gravity of the entire situation, asked if he should leave, but was met with a most unusual answer. "No... don't leave me... not tonight." Hoity pleaded. "Don't... leave..." Hoity was unapologetic at this point. He wanted him to stay by his side, throughout the night. "But Ah need to sleep!" Refused Big Macintosh. He soon saw that refusing him wasn’t an option. "Sleep next to me... Keep me safe, please..." Hoity said, that same pang of desperation ever-prominent in his voice. "Alright then, Ah’ll do it, just this once." This made Hoity possibly the happiest pony in Ponyville, but he still couldn’t stem the tide of tears. Big Macintosh got into the bed with Hoity, and tried to minimize the amount of touching. This failed, miserably, when Hoity pulled Big Macintosh's hoof over to him, forcing him to cuddle the lithe critic. The feelings of cuddling a stallion to him was weird, though he wasn't sure he disliked them. The warmth of Hoity, the weird curvature of Hoity's body and the strange feeling of comfort all swelled within Big Macintosh. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was falling for him. Hoity knew this, and slept possibly the best night's sleep he had ever slept.
Chapter 3Big Macintosh slept surprisingly well that night. Normally something as peculiar and strange as a friend asking you to sleep in his bed filled him entirely with trepidation, but it didn’t seem to affect him that night. It was as if you were going to be shot by somepony, but instead of feeling immense amount of pain, you enjoyed the experience. That part of it scared Big Macintosh the most. As it so happened, Big Macintosh woke up first. The storm had completely subsided, leaving behind it a glorious sunlight, enveloping the day in its light. Looking towards his “friend”, he could see that, given the sunlights’ rays, it displayed beautifully onto him. His facial features were superbly magnified by the light of the dawn, and he looked almost serene. He almost looked... attractive. This intrusive thought was quickly and forcibly removed from his mind, and replaced with thoughts about the day. The thoughts quickly intruded back, and he looked back at Hoity; he was possibly the most peaceful he had ever seen a pony, and was still holding tight onto Big Macintosh’s hoof. He looked outside again, and, approximating the time, he estimated it to be about 11:00. Work time. This, however, proved to be problematic; his hoof happened to be in the possession of a certain stallion. He considered gentle easing his hoof out, but this would be equally as problematic: Hoity would wake up. While his was considering this, he noted that time had passed; forcing his hoof. “Hoity?” He said, trying to be as gentle as he could. “Yes, darling?” The “darling” part of that was entirely new to Big Macintosh, and it worried him. Hoity also appeared to be wide-awake, and had been laid with Big Macintosh for a great portion of time. “Can Ah move mah hoof now? Ah need to work.” He asked of Hoity, and he delivered. This, was, without problems. Hoity decided to do something radical, and, as he turned to face Big Macintosh, he said: “Thanks for staying the night; I slept fabulously.” This didn’t worry Big Macintosh, but the event that occurred after that did. He put a hoof on Big Macintosh’s waist, pulled him towards him, and give him a kiss on the cheek. After that, he moved away from Big Macintosh and announced: “Now, go. I’m sure you’ve got work to do, my darling.” Big Macintosh’s brain was a-whirl with thoughts of that event: What just happened? Why was Hoity taking such a shining to the term “darling”? Why did he find another male attractive? How in the name of Celestia did he sleep in the same bed as him, and let Hoity kiss him? (His psyche seemed to omit the fact that Hoity Toity only kissed him on his check). His brain was so focused upon those issues that his duties almost got neglected; only with the assistance of Applejack’s sharp eyes, urging him onwards, did he manage to do some productive work. Big Macintosh was confused; having never felt this way before towards anypony. He was scared, and wanted answers. Unfortunately, Big Macintosh felt the desire to not seek aid from another family member, scared that they would replace his duty as carer for Hoity. He was secure in the knowledge that he could find the answers, independent from anypony else. Needless to say, breakfast came around, and Big Macintosh had to go into Hoity’s room and feed him. This was met with an awkward silence between the two ponies, and neither of them could seem to break it. This scenario played itself again at lunch, when, once again, neither of them wanted to say anything. Dinner was almost a repeat, but Big Macintosh’s brain wouldn’t let him walk out of the room with a free conscience. He had to ask. “Hoity, can Ah ask yer something?” Big Macintosh, immediately regretted this, and wanted to jump out of the window. He knew he now had to ride the lightning. “Yes, darling?” Hoity innocently said. He already had formulated ideas and came to a conclusion as to what was happening, but he wanted to know for sure. The “darling” part was also on purpose. He knew how much it affected Big Macintosh. He wanted Big Macintosh to know his feelings. “Well, Ah... Ah...” he couldn’t speak. The words kept failing him. His tongue started to dry up, and the butterflies in his stomach were once again forming their vicious storm. “Hmmm... is this about me? Or is this about you?” “Me...” He said, already feeling downtrodden. He didn’t want to say anything. He wished Hoity hadn’t fallen from the sky, like he did. He would have remained as oblivious to himself as ever. “Let me guess. You’re developing abnormal feelings for me after last night.” “Eeyup.” He replied, only this wasn’t his normal, powerful “Eeyup”, it was a saddened one, with all of the owner’s strength having sept out of him. Realizing what he said, Big Macintosh quickly said “Ah mean... Ah don’t know!” “Just tell me the circumstances; I wish to know everything.” Big Macintosh complied. He told him everything: about how he found Hoity attractive when he woke up; how he couldn’t concentrate; and how he slept brilliantly that night. He felt horrible whilst telling Hoity Toity all of this, but he could do nothing else. He felt physically sick, his brain not wanting to tell Hoity any of this. “Well, my darling, from what you’ve told me... I would say you have a crush on me.” This was the last thing Big Macintosh wanted to hear. He couldn’t take it, he began to buck from his standing position, and started to cry on the floor. Hoity Toity didn’t want to see him in distress, but his advice and words of comfort fell upon deaf ears. After Big Macintosh had finished his session of denial, he bolted out the room, trying not to think about what Hoity Toity had just said. Big Macintosh ran to his room. His few animal comforts were there, as he expected. He picked up his Smarty Pants doll (which Twilight Sparkle had so generously donated), and began to sob openly. He hoped that his crying would go unnoticed, but this failed when Applejack passed by and noticed his despair. “Big Macintosh? You alright, sugarcube?” Applejack kindly asked, but was ignored. She then tried walking into his room, and consoling him there. This time, Big Macintosh said “Ah’m fine.” In a stern voice. “Big Macintosh, the last time Ah’ve seen you this upset is when Ah left. Now, tell me what’s wrong!”. Applejack wasn’t the kind to mess about, especially not now. “You won’t laugh?” Big Macintosh hopefully asked. He wanted to tell someone, even his own sister. “Ah promise” Applejack responded, with the same voice of kindness. “Well... Ah...Yer know Hoity?” He said, his voice through with despair. “Did he hurt you? If he laid even so much as a hoof on you, Ah’ll-” Applejack started to get angry, before Big Macintosh interposed “No! He... Ah developed a crush... on him.” He said, his voice just as broken and downtrodden as before. “So?” Applejack asked, without emotion “He’s a colt!” He replied “Sugarcube, you know yer doing exactly what Ah did, right?” Applejack calmly said. “Come again?” Big Macintosh was now confused. He had no clue what the hay Applejack was on about. “Back when Ah had a crush on Fluttershy, Ah told nopony. Not even her. Skip to today, well, Ah plan to settle down with her.” Applejack said, showing her pride in her statement. “So, stop yer cryin’; Ah’m sure nopony gives half a buck.” These words had great effect on Big Macintosh, and, instead of going to sleep by himself that night, he decided to go to Hoity’s room. Upon entering Hoity Toity’s room, Big Macintosh felt nervous. Not terrified, and bewildered, just nervous. “Hoity?” Big Macintosh began to ask him, without fear in his voice. “You’ve come back? I’ve must’ve made some impression.” Hoity Toity replied, his voice brimming with the confidence that he normally sports. “About that... do yah mind if Ah sleep with you tonight?” Big Macintosh asked, he felt silly and stupid, but it was too late to stop. “Of course, my darling.” He said, calmly. “I take it that you’ve brought lubricant?.” He said, with an element of humour attached to his tone. Big Macintosh, requiring no more invitation than that, climbed into Hoity Toity’s bed, began to cuddle with him and quickly fell asleep.
Chapter 4The scenario of Hoity Toity and Big Macintosh cuddling continued for a great deal of time; neither of them wanted to make advances. After seeing Big Macintosh break into tears, Hoity Toity decided to go easy on him. This was also referenced by the fact that, in about a weeks time, Hoity Toity would have recovered completely, meaning that they wouldn’t in the same room for all of his waking day, and he could do whatever he wished to Big Macintosh without his fear of family finding out. That was possibly the best part. He could have Big Macintosh, at Hoity’s house, all to himself. He longed for the day when he could claim complete ownership of him. But, as of yet, Big Macintosh was terrified of the feelings that Hoity Toity was invoking inside him; he had never felt mutual attraction towards another pony (not due to lack of choice, just he never found a mare attractive). He managed to deal with this mostly; he could justify it to himself, easily. Just he doubted that he could to Granny Smith. With Applejack being with Fluttershy, and Applebloom’s devious future (the amount of times she heard Scootaloo and her unironically declare their love for each other frightened Big Macintosh at times), there didn’t seem to be a future for this part of the Apple family. Granny Smith had always wanted Big Macintosh, the most wanted pony in the entirety of Ponyville, to be straight. Now Big Macintosh fell for another stallion, she would be mortified. She would want him to leave, and never come back. He couldn’t bear to tell her, and tried his best to cover the fact that Hoity and him were sleeping in the same bed. Hoity Toity had almost recovered, and had managed to have some sort of waking life. He could walk to places (albeit assisted), and managed to tell the people who had hitherto thought he was dead that he was alive. Wisely, he choose to keep his location undisclosed, and his current crush remained a secret. The latter was arguably the most practical idea; as most of the people would hate to hear about Big Macintosh, the “stallion all the mares wanted” (as someone apted put it), had a coltfriend. He would not only have to admit it to Granny Smith (turns out when you sleep in the same bed with somepony, you learn a lot about them). This turns out to be a massive boon, as, in fact, people were worried about Hoity Toity, and his astonishing recovery shocked most ponies, and caused a huge publicity scare. Hoity Toity, being somepony who worked in the fashion industry, found this to be highly to his advantage. He knew ponies would know who he was, and the demand for his critique rose tremendously. Unfortunately, Hoity still couldn’t go far, and had to refuse most of these offers. His recuperation had increased exponentially, however, and he was almost better. Big Macintosh woke up, same as usual, and Hoity Toity was next to him, as per normal. He actually liked this agreement; it gave him comfort and allowed him to be cuddled to a living thing, rather than an inanimate object. Big Maintosh realized something, and starting to sulk. Hoity immediately recognized this and tried to comfort him. “Everything alright, my darling?” Hoity Toity said, his tone soaked with worry. “Ah...Ah just thought of something.” Big Macintosh replied, with that downtrodden tone. “Which is?” Hoity replied, with a curious tone. “Well... how am Ah gonna see yah after yer better?” Big Macintosh answered, and this worried Hoity too, as he hadn’t thought about this. Puzzled about this, Hoity Toity began to ponder upon it for a minute, before coming up with an idea. “I know. I have property here, near the Ponyville library. I’ll probably have recovered by Friday, which is, as far as I’m aware of, a day when you aren’t preoccupied. Do you wish to stay the night then?” He requested of Big Macintosh. “Eeyup.” Big Macintosh simply replied, finding that his normal response would suffice perfectly. “Then it’s settled.” He nonchalantly responded. His actions that followed it, however, were anything but. He, from his slouched position, moved towards to Big Macintosh, and laid a kiss upon his lips. Pulling away, he said “I think I love you...” he said, his words brimming to bursting point with emotions. Big Macintoshs’ cheeks had turned scarlet. He would have never even dared to ask Hoity for a kiss. Hoity, surprisingly, had managed a full recovery, in almost miraculous time. This, also, meant that Big Macintosh’s agreement with him could be met, and Big Macintosh was going to see him on that Friday. This made the normally shy Big Macintosh nervous, almost to the point of shaking. A sense of trepidation filled him, and he almost wished that he didn’t agree to it. It was too late, however. He was going to see him, and this time, they would be truly alone. Applejack constantly reassured him that liking another colt was fine, and very little ponies cared. This helped very little, and Big Macintosh just felt silly again. He wanted to have never met him. But, as sure as daylight, the arranged day had come. It was Friday. “Yer sure about this, sis?” Asked a nervous Big Macintosh, towards Applejack. “Ah’m sure it’ll be fine. After all, Ah’m going to see my Fluttershy!” A beaming Applejack responded. “Do yah think Granny Smith’ll care?” Another question that had bugged Big Macintosh for an extended amount of time. “Nope. Hell, Ah doubt she cares about most stuff nowadays; she’s lost a few of her marbles, if yah get me.” She said, with her usual happy-go-lucky accent. “Eeyup.” Big Macintosh replied, monotone, as usual. A decent while passed before anything was uttered, both of the ponies not having anything to add, Big Macintosh eventually said thus: “Ah’ll leave now, see yah” Big Macintosh simply added.. “See yah!” Applejack said, positively. Big Macintosh had arrived at Hoity’s Ponyville residence. He had never exprienced such mixed emotions: one half of him was ecstatic with joy, the other was terrified with voyaging so far into the unknown. Opening the door, he was met with exactly the same face he wanted to be met with: Hoity Toity’s “Ah, hello! Come in; it’s freezing out there.” Hoity simplisticly said. Hoity, being an influential fashion critique, could afford a modern, trendy house. As such, most of the house was of superb quality, with all the items proudly sporting “designer” labels. It was only a small, two story house, with a single bedroom. The rest of the floors were filled with media objects; with the cutting-edge technology equipped throughout. Hoity Toity didn’t exactly visit Ponyville a lot, he just wanted to live leisurely when he did. Big Macintosh kept as quiet as he could throughout the night. He was scared of Hoity making any sort of advance on him. This happened to fail when he offered Big Macintosh alcohol. The rest of the night advanced normally (if you take normally to mean they watched a lot of romantic films while cuddling on the sofa), and nothing of note really happened. This lasted up until midnight, until Hoity Toity noticed the time. “Oh, my. It’s already midnight! Do you want to get to sleep?” Hoity asked. He had an ulterior motive, for sure, but he was sure Big Macintosh wouldn’t pick up on it. “Yer tired?” Big Macintosh innocently asked. Perfect, instantly thought Hoity; he hadn’t picked up on it. “Yes. I’ve got a lot of important work to do tomorrow.” He said, stealing a sly glance at Big Macintosh. “Ah guess, then.” Big Macintosh replied. He really was oblivious. They both went into bed, and before Big Macintosh could start to fall asleep, Hoity decided that it was time to make his move. His plan of operation began subtly. “Big Macintosh... you’re not asleep, are you?” Hoity whispered sweetly into his ear. “Nn...nope...” Big Macintosh replied, nervously. “Excellent.” Hoity Toity whispered to him. Big Macintosh started to look at him, and started to look worried. “What do yah want?” Big Macintosh asked of him, his voice full of shaking nervousness. “I thought that would be obvious, by now.” Hoity stated, his voice tinged with a suggestive tone. Hoity said this as he began to move towards Big Macintosh. He wasn’t resisting, for once. He, upon reaching Big Macintosh, placed a hoof under his chin, and pulled him towards himself. Before Big Macintosh could process what was happening, his lips were firmly pressed upon Hoity’s, and his tongue started to intrude. The kiss they shared was passionate, and with enough vigour to justify the effort Hoity had been making. After pulling away, a heavy trail of saliva had been produced, which fell onto the bed covers. “Better.” Hoity calmly said. “But Ah... Ah don’t know if I go ahead with this...” Big Macintosh stated. “Why not, then?” Hoity asked, simply curious. “Are you not attracted to me?” “It’s not that. Ah dunno how my grandmother’ll take it”. Big Macintosh really didn’t want to disappoint her. “She knows. Trust me, darling. She found out. She doesn’t care.” Hoity’s rebuttal was swift, and Big Macintosh seemed to have no further objections. “May I proceed?” A confident Hoity Toity replied. “Eeyup...” A defeated Big Macintosh replied. The rest of the night was overthrown by a viscous storm of lust, enveloping the two. They continued on like this for the rest of the night, not caring about the consequences. About tomorrow. The only thing that mattered to those two lovers was that night, which they lovingly shared. Before the night was finished, and after they were, Big Macintosh had but one dialouge with Hoity, as it went as such: “Hoity, why did yah cry the first time yah saw me?” Big Macintosh asked, this question having burnt in his mind for a great deal of time. “Oh, that’s simple. I developed a crush on you when I first saw you, but I assumed you were straight. Regardless, I started to take interest into you, and continued to do so before my unfortunate accident. Seeing you, and being reminded of wanting something I’ll never had brought my to the edge, on an already miserable day.” Hoity replied. “But, now I have you. You are all mine, my darling.” Hoity said, reflecting with immense happiness upon his situation. “Ee...yup.” An exhuasted Big Macintosh replied. “Ah’m yers.” He said this before falling asleep. Hoity quietly laughed to himself, whispering “He’s even cuter when he’s asleep!” sounding delighted. Hoity gave his lover a quick kiss on the cheek, before going to bed on his chest, believing that everything was alright with the world, even it was just for one day.
