Big Mac's Biceps, Now in Bulk
Prologue
Big Mac watches as his sister comes out of the room, and he promptly turns around, bucking her in the face. “What the hay was that for!?” Applejack whimpers.
Big Mac leans in close to his sister, still mad, but feeling a little better after hitting her, then harshly states, “I’m a colt-cuddler too ya know.” He sees his sister’s eyes go wide, tears welling up inside them, but before she could say anything, he turns around and stomps his way out of Ponyville General Hospital, easing his hooffalls as he makes his way through town. He sighs, knowing all too well that he shouldn’t have gone off on his sister like that, but he couldn’t hold it in. Not wanting to think about it any longer, he starts heading back to his home on Sweet Apple Acres, only to pause reflecting; he had shown the courage to tell his sister off the way he did, even after how she had treated the poor stallion, so what the hay? What the hay could go wrong with mustering the courage to finally talk to him? The worst that could happen would be getting outright rejected, or maybe even walloped up-side the head. So he turns, a new destination in his sights.
He walks down the streets of Ponyville, perhaps too familiar with the path to the stallion's home, he'd made this trek before, planing to do the same thing he was planning to do now. Left here at the ally, Left again after he exits, Right at the 'magazine' store, and Right again at the brewery. Up one street and Up another, and finally Down this street and Down that other. The perfect cheat to get him there faster. Finally, he looks up at the doorway, hesitant. He knew this house, he had stood at this door many times, but every other time he had given up, too scared, too unsure of himself to knock, but not this time, he knew what he was going to do, and so he knocked. The epitome of perfection opened the door, greeting him timidly. “Oh, hi there Big Mac, what brings you here?”
This was it, the moment he had always dread, yet the moment he was hoping for. He had to do this. “Well, I’d just kinda like to know if you would wanna…” he stammers, he has to get this out of his system, “go out on a date with me?”
“YEAH!” Exclaims Bulk Biceps.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to waste your.... wait, what?"
"I said 'YEAH!'" Bulk smirks, "but under one condition."
"Wha... what's that?"
Taking on the most adorable 'death stare' one could imagine, "You are under no circumstances to call me Snowflake, it's bad enough half the town does, I don't need anyone else doing it. You think you can handle that, Big Mac?"
"A... absolutely, Bulk Biceps that ain't a problem at all, but I ain't never heard you called that before myself."
"Well that's good at least, so um, I've got a bit of training to do to help supply rainwater, so how about we meet for lunch at the café sometime next week, Saturday work for you?"
"Eeyup"
"Alright, see you then." Bulk Biceps smirks, as he closes his door.
Big Mac just stood there for a couple seconds, dumbfounded. He acted like he knew I was coming, he ponders for a moment, then his eyes bolted open. At this rate, he might not even be back home for supper, but he had decided. He was going to have a few words with Fluttershy.