Applesauce Chapter 4

Macintosh and Breaburn took the scenic route home, they were already late so might as well take their time. to Macintosh, that morning was the experience of a life time, he felt as if he were the happiest pony alive, then the thought hit him: what would Applejack think? How would they explain to Applebloom? He stopped Breaburn in his tracks and instantly he knew something was up.

"Macintosh what's wrong honey?"

"How do we explain this to Applejack and Applebloom?"

"Simple, we don't."

"But what happens when they find out?"

"They won't, I promise."

Breaburn kissed Macintosh on his forehead which to him, was surprisingly comforting, he forgot his fears and they continued home. When they walked through the door, Applebloom was drawing in a coloring book with Scootaloo and Sweetiebelle as they talked about their latest attempts to get their cutiemarks.

"Scootaloo I can't believe that we can't even get a cutiemark for making lemonade!"

"Well maybe its because you work on an apple farm."

"I don't know about either of you guys but I think we should try bull riding!"

Applebloom laughed and it made Macintosh smile, he loved watching Applebloom playing and being happy and as she calmed down she spoke to Sweetiebelle.

"Bull riding? that sounds like fun we should try it."

Scootaloo jumped up and almost stepped on the coloring book.

"I say we try it!"

They all started laughing and Macintosh quietly walked to the kitchen and Breaburn watched as he started making lemonade and sliced some apples and brought it out to the girls.

"Here you are girls! Are y'all planning your next big adventure?"

"Yes we are sir, do you happen to have some helmets, sir?"

Macintosh ruffled Sweetiebelle's hair and smiled.

"Sweetiebelle you don't have to call me sir, just call me Macintosh!"

"Ok Macintosh, but really do you have helmets?"

"Yeah out in the barn, you girls have fun and be safe."

All three of the girls thanked him and ran outside and Breaburn kissed Macintoshes neck. Macintosh kissed back and put his head on Breaburns shoulder and Breaburn whispered in Macintoshes ear.

"You are gonna be an amazing father Macintosh…"

"You really think so Breaburn?"

"yes, and please just call me Brea Brea."

Macintosh rolled the words around in his head for a while, and eventually it became easier to say, and it started to sound like a great nick name.

"I will always love you Brea Brea, and I wish we could have kids of our own."

"I have an idea for that."

Breaburn took Macintosh by the arm and they walked outside into the crisp air holding each other close. Macintosh started wondering where they were going as they headed into the Everfree forest. The trees were barren and they were covered in snow, the ground was damp and muddy, the grass was brown and dormant. They still made their way through the forest and ended up at a small little shack, Macintosh realized they were at Zecora's hut, but it was…. different, bigger even. Breaburn knocked on the door and Zecora immediately answered.

"welcome welcome, thank you for coming my way, hold on, wait… are you both gay…?"

Macintosh blushed a little and managed to speak in a quiet, weak voice.

"ummm well yes and we need a potion…"

Zecora started to feel uncomfortable at this point, for she could only imagine what type of potion they needed.

"well umm, tell me, what kind of potion do you seek? let me guess, a potion who's gender the drinker will tweak?"

Macintosh couldn't help but giggle a little, hoping that was correct grammar, although he was fairly certain it was.

"Actually yes, good guess Zecora."

Zecora turned around and grabbed a potion, and Breaburn could see that Zecora's hut had been thoroughly upgraded, there were… machines… and more cauldrons, Macintosh saw the machines as well and started doubting the quality of the potions. Zecora handed the Breaburn the potion as she shut the door. The two lovers walked home and ran to Macintoshes room. Breaburn set the potion on the bedside table and kissed Macintosh.

"I hope this works… I really want a kid of our own…."

Macintosh picked up the potion and pulled out the cork and started sweating.

"It better work Brea Brea."

Macintosh drank the potion and started to feel strange. He dropped the bottle and started groaning. Breaburn stared at Macintosh.

"Are you ok honey…?"