Just a forewarning, this technically has incest (Braeburn x Big Mac) and that they are NOT ponies, I'm sorry but I can't write pony porn.
Please also take note that I slipped in spelling mistakes for a reason, I was just trying to get the accent across and whatnot. (I also made some changes with things like the barn because pink isn't a very normal colour for a barn as far as I can tell.)
Enjoy~

Ever since he was a child Braeburn has been brought up a certain way, taught how to speak, act, what to do and he was okay with that because it was the family way. He had always been distant, nice and polite, helpful all the time but never close to anyone, no one but Big Mac, his cousin. He spent all the time possible with him but soon his family began to move around and he saw his best friend sparsely throughout the years. It wasn't until he was old enough to lead his own life that they were able to rekindle this friendship and something else began to nag at Braeburn. He couldn't help but feel like what they had wasn't enough.
So when he received a letter from his cousin requesting his help for the harvest he simply couldn't resist. It wasn't exactly beneficial since it was around the same time as his own towns but he held Big Mac at highest priority for obvious and selfish reasons. The trip was tedious but familiar, a strange and tepid nervousness boiling in the pit of his stomach as the dusty browns of the desert turned to the ripe emerald fields of Ponyville. He spotted a familiar cluster of women awaiting him on the wooden platforms of the station.
The train doors opened with a sigh, allowing Braeburn to stride out, the tall blonde moving forward first to wrap an arm around him, "Howdy, cousin!" Her Oakey twang brought fond memories back.
"Jack!" He grinned brightly as she moved back with an energised skip, regrettably wincing at the strain it caused on her casted arm,
"I see now why your brother contacted me,"
"Dash and I just don't know when to stop," They laughed in unison as the other girls came forward to share their hellos.

"Welcome home cus!" Using her non-injured arm AJ grandly gestured to the exceptionally large plot of land covered in thick, apple abundant trees.
"Where's Mac?" Just saying his name sent a round of butterflies dancing through his gut,
"He's probably out in the fields somewhere, he's really working hard," She frowned, "I'm so glad you're here, as much as I am disappointed to not be a part of the harvest, I care more about mah brother. I'm so sorry to have taken your time but he needs ya." The words were sincere and he could easily sympathise.
"Don't worry, you guys are just one family, we have plenty of farmhands now and the towns people are no stranger to labourin'," Reassured, Applejack led Braeburn into the family home where he found young Apple bloom tugging on muddy sneakers. Her wide eyes glanced up and a grin almost split her face into two as she bounded into Braeburns arms,
"Cus!" He hoisted her up easily, allowing her to wrap her arms around his neck firmly,
"I missed you Bloom," She pulled back to give him a delighted grin before placing her on the ground again.
"I got you a little something," She paused, looking up hopefully as he turned and dug into his suitcase,
"Ah, here we are!" He tugged out a broadly brimmed cowboy hat and her huge grin widened even more, slightly terrifying Braeburn at the elasticity of her face.
"Thank ya cousin Braeburn!" She bounded out of the house, flopping the hat onto her head as she raced toward the gate,
"She'll go straight to her friends to show that off," He smiled at Apple Jack who motioned for him to follow once more. As she led him up the wooden stairs he made sure to remember which ones creaked (For science).
He was brought into a familiar room, the same old bedspread and ugly yellow curtains pulled away from the arched window and cushioned seat.
"I cleaned out the cupboard for ya, Granny was using it to store a bunch of old heirlooms and albums but we moved it all to the attic,"
"Thanks AJ,"
"Well I'll let ya get settled in, we don't really need any help until tomorra, so you just situate ya-self and come let me know when you wanna find Gran and Big Mac." He nodded with a smile as she closed the door behind her. Braeburn let out a loud sigh as he flopped onto the thickly covered bed, reveling in the familiar sweet scent of apples that wafted up from the orchard, especially strong since it was harvest time, along with a warm smell of freshly baked bread and years of families gone by.
"Eeyup," A deep, familiar voice reached his ears and he couldn't have sprung up faster as he moved to the window, kneeling on the pillows. His face immediately warmed as he saw a towel flung out from the house and Applejack following with a water bottle. McIntosh had slipped off his flannelette shirt and tied it around his waist, pouring half the bottle onto the towel and slinging it around his neck as he quickly swallowed the rest. Braeburn couldn't take his eyes off the man. His golden hair was long enough to be tugged into a small ponytail at the back of his head which donned a worn cowboy hat, a firm jaw, cheekbones that could cut and handsome features. His body rippled with hard earned muscle, a deep 'v' dipping into low hanging work pants that he had tucked into dirt covered boots. You could tell that everyone in this family was hard working and loyal.
His stomach dropped when he saw Applejack talk to Mac and he looked up, a surprised smile crossing his face as he saw him in the window. He returned an awkward smile as he slipped away from the glass; heart pounding. As children, McIntosh could always tell when something was up; Braeburn was his open book, a book he reread over and over and over until it was stripped clean. He wasn't going to lie to himself and act like he didn't feel something for the man, but he had to keep it quiet. Number one they were family, two they were both men, he didn't want to imagine the kind of reception they would get.
He plopped his own hat back onto his head and made his way downstairs, finding only Applejack at the base of the steps, "He said he just needed to move some bales in the barn and if you wanna chat he would be there,"
"Thanks AJ," She smiled as he head out, towards the large traditionally red and white building.
"Braeburn!" He spun and only just caught himself as Mac threw himself into the man, enveloping him.
"Did ya get shorter?" Braeburn punched his arm and laughed,
"You're just a giant cus!" Mac slung his arm around his shoulder and pulled him into the barn, where they found Granny Smith leaning on her cane, her usual beaten shawl pulled over her shoulders as she gazed at the roof.
"Gran look who-" They were cut short as she threw her cane upwards. It echoed loudly against the roof and Mac moved forward quickly to catch it mid-air, passing it back to her.
"I coulda caught it!" Her aged tone brought another fresh smile to Braeburn's face. He could hear squeaking and skittering of tiny paws, heading in the direction of the upper levels before a thump and rustle of leaves as the animal escaped out the window was heard.
She made her way over to him, swinging the cane by her side,
"You really don't need that,"
"Keeps mah hand warm," She wrapped her arms around him in a fond embrace,
"You don't visit enough Rae," She dipped her arm, curving it around his, not giving him any choice in the matter as she escorted him out towards the orchard,
"We have a big harvest comin' this year Rae, ya think you can handle it?"
"Of course Gran,"
"Gran leave 'im be, let me spend some time with him before things get busy?" They grinned at each other as Gran pat his arm, mumbling something along the lines of 'Have fun'.

"Hey Rae, you wanna go for a walk, we need to catch up." Braeburn flushed at the sound of Mac's intensely deep voice not a hair widths away from him,
"Sure," He smiled up at the taller man as they started to follow a dirt path that wound through the trees and split in several directions.
They spoke about everything under the sun, apples, farms, relationships, family and anything else they could think of. The sun was starting to fall toward the horizon by the time they began to head back
Now it's not that Braeburn was small, that certainly was not the case, he was tanned and muscled from his own life of work, he even went as far as to consider himself at least a bit taller than your average man, but Mac… He was a giant. Possibly more than a head taller than himself, muscle could be seen tensing with each step under the golden brown skin tanned and coarse but still gentle with his touch.
"You okay Rae?" The question nudged him out of his reverie,
"Yeah sorry I spaced out, what were you saying," Big Mac laughed,
"Nothing, I was too busy watching you stare at me," He was a quiet man, mostly kept to himself but when he was around people he was comfortable and fond of, the things that sometimes escaped his mouth could shock some.
He laughed nervously, "Aha, right."
"Why are you so nervous?" His tone had gotten serious and it shocked him,
"I'm not," His breath was knocked out of him as Big Mac pushed him against the rough bark of an apple tree, a glinting ruby falling from emerald leaves as the impact of the two hit the tree.
"Mac?!" He gasped out right before Mac leaned forward, lips mere inches away from Braeburn's. His eyes widened, awaiting the long yearned for touch. Mac stared down, his breath quickening, he was so close.
"Big Mac? Big Mac where are ya?" With a sigh, Mac pulled away,
"Right here Apple Bloom."

I was gonna take time and write the whole thing but it's three in the morning and my writing gets weirder the earlier it gets so I just cut this one off- this will be split into chapters. Also I would like to apologize if I wrote Macintosh instead of McIntosh which I somehow only just realized it was spelled (And any other things I no doubt did wrong). Anywho thanks for reading c: