Sup Bronies...

This is my first Fanfiction for the My Little Pony series. The idea popped into my head a while ago, and I've been working on it for the last few months. It's been circulating around the web, and i finally decided to post it here, i dunno why it took so long! Anyway, i hope you enjoy!


The mood at the Trough n' Trot was lively, as it always was. Two regulars were in the back at their usual spot. Every Thursday night for the last five months this duo had come in for a few drinks and a good time; and they'd managed to build up a great friendship and a reputation as partiers. During a regular night, the two ponies would drink together, and run up quite a tab. They usually spent their time talking, learning more about each other there than any pony else could in a lifetime. Normally they were relaxed, but something was different that night.

The two stood in relative silence, and while that was quite normal for the colt, the Pegasus' quietness raised a few concerns from her friend. Big Macintosh's neat whiskey sat on the table, untouched; while Rainbow Dash slammed her glass down after knocking back her third vodka. She wiped her mouth and signaled for another.

"Are you, uh, alright there, Dash?" Big Mac looked across the table at the collection of empty glasses that was slowly growing in front of Dash.

It didn't take long for the newest drink to join them.

"Yeah, Yeah I'm just fine..." Her eyes fixed on Big Macintosh's face. The blue Pegasus quickly nodded and flagged down the bartender for yet another round. She could drink Applejack under the table, so these few shots did nothing to her system. It took a lot more than that to get her wasted. Besides, Dash wasn't drinking because she wanted to get drunk, she only wanted to calm her nerves for what she was going to say. The blue filly had no idea how Big Mac would respond.

"... just fine." An awkward silence followed, neither pony knew what to say.

"So um, how's life?" Big Mac struggled to start the conversation. He didn't usually do much of the talking.

"Same old, same old, managing the weather and stuff..." Dash didn't seem to be all there, and she took another shot of Vodka.

"Well i think somethin's up, you're hitting the stiff stuff a bit hard t'night."
He raised an eyebrow. Normally Dash had a single Hurricane for a drink.

"Yeah, so? It won't hurt me!" She responded, unwilling to admit that something was on her mind. Her glass landed on the table and she immediately reached for another.

"Sure, but it's hell on mah paycheck..." He muttered.

"Wuzzat?"

"Nutin..."

"..." The blue Pegasus paused and pressed her hoof to her head, how was she going to talk to him about this? Her friend noticed her expression, and mistook it for sickness.

"Am I gunna have to take ya home?" He grinned, already knowing the answer to that question. He always walked her home.

"Nah. I'm good."

"Well A'hm just worried 'bout ya, that's all." The large colt smiled and finally downed his drink. He didn't want anything bad to happen to his best friend, she was the only pony he felt comfortable talking to. Big Mac gave an honest grin and added, "You know I gotta look out for ya."

"Why's that?" Rainbow absently fiddled with the glass in front of her.

"Well, you mean a lot to me."

"Really?" She perked up. If he felt for her what she felt for him, it might make her task a bit easier.

"Of course! Most ponies wanna be 'round me 'cause I do stuff for 'em, but yer the only one who I can actually talk to! That's why I love..." He stopped himself mid-sentence with another shot. This short pause seemed like an eternity to Dash; she leaned forward over the table, her muzzle hovered precariously over the fresh vodka. They'd talked about many things, but never the nature of their relationship. With a satisfied grunt, Big Mac slammed the glass back onto the table. He resumed his sentence, and his grin widened. "... That's why I love being yer friend!"

Upon hearing the word 'friend', Dash sighed, grabbed the vodka and threw her head back, allowing the strong liquor to sting her throat. The glass landed in front of her, and she stared at Big Mac from across the table. Rainbow wouldn't let this get her down, she was certain that the red colt was merely unsure of how to express his true feelings, hopefully she could coax them out with her upcoming speech.

" Ya sure there 'aint something wrong?" Mac still had a confident grin, and he stared right back at her.

"..." She methodically traced the rim of the empty glass with her right hoof, trying to find the courage to say what she needed to. Dash felt another hoof gently grab hers.

"Dash, if there's something you gotta say, then say it, I'm all ears."

When Rainbow Dash gazed into those deep green eyes, her fears vanished, and without a second thought a steady stream of words poured out of her mouth. Those within earshot turned their attention to the blue filly, who was motioning with her left hoof to help emphasize her point. But as soon as they heard exactly what she was talking about, they quickly returned to their own affairs. Those at a greater distance, like the pink filly hustling the pool tables, had to rely on visual clues to determine exactly what was going on. They watched the gesticulating Pegasus as her words created an expression of utter shock on the red colt's face.

For Rainbow Dash, her own voice seemed to fade away until the bar became silent, devoid of anything except for the horrified farmer in front of her. Big Macintosh's brain acted much differently, Dash's words grew in volume until they thundered in his head, effectively muting the the surrounding conversations and the din of the bar. He barely noticed when a new shot of whiskey was placed in front of him.

She continued talking, and near the end of her speech she finally got to the point. Dash opened her heart and laid bare the contents, convinced that doing so would bring shy Big Mac out of his emotional shell. She was committed to finally saying what had been eating away at her for the last few months. After a deep breath, she summed up her speech with a simple confession. At this point, Big Macintosh straightened up and withdrew his hoof from hers. In a daze, the farmhand grabbed the new whiskey and gulped it down. Instead of placing the empty glass on the table, he simply let it fall out of his mouth where it landed on its side without breaking.

"So um, that's what I wanted to tell you..." Rainbow Dash exhaled and waited apprehensively for the response.

"..." The largest member of the Apple family was frozen in place, and his silence only served to worsen the already delicate situation. Big Mac's face clearly showed his confusion. He felt that the Trough n' Trot was slowly spinning, and every moment quickened its dizzying pace.

"Big Mac?" The fastest flier in Equestria rounded the table and stood next to him; her head was facing down but her purple eyes gazed up at him yearningly. Rainbow Dash was trembling anxiously, unsure of how the red colt would respond. In the back of her head, she slowly realized that maybe she was wrong about Big Mac's true feelings.

"..." His mind raced, painful memories flooded his head and he felt a terrible sense of déjà vu. Mac was quiet, as usual; and while he was fully aware of how his silence would be interpreted, but he didn't want to make it any more painful then it needed to be.

"Is, Is something wrong?" The blue Pegasus was worried, and her voice was barely audible as she waited for any sort of a reply.

"..." Big Mac looked around, his eyes scanned the bar; looking at everything inside but the mare in front of him. He almost seemed scared.

"Say something..." Dash was almost at tears. She took a tentative step forward, practically begging for some sort of response from the earth pony, but he only took a step back to maintain distance. She stopped in her tracks, why was he doing this to her? Dash's vision blurred, and she cried out one last time. "Say something!"

"..." He cringed, it pained him to do this, but he didn't want to cause more pain than necessary. Big Macintosh bit his lip to keep anything from escaping his lips.

"Just answer me, Please!" She demanded. Her voice rose as she took another step forward.

"..."

"Please..." Rainbow Dash's anger dissipated, and instead a bitter sorrow took its place.

"..." Mac was steadfast in his silence. Rainbow Dash made it tough on him, her teary gaze and soft voice tore at his conscious; but he would not speak, he didn't want to go through this with her. Dash finally got the message, or lack thereof.

"Um, I..." She was choking up. The blatant rejection felt like flying headfirst into a wall. Rainbow Dash took a deep breath and spoke slowly, futilely trying to mask the utter devastation she felt. A weak grin was betrayed by her shaky voice and trembling legs. "I'm j-just glad I t-told y-y-you and I... and I..." She couldn't finish her sentence. Dash took a final glance at him, her violet eyes filled with tears of humiliation and despair.

Big Mac almost said something, but he stopped himself, an open mouth and a blank stare the only sort of reply Dash would receive. She whipped her head away from him and galloped off, almost knocking over the ecstatic pink pony who was counting that night's winnings. The blue filly reached the door and stopped, debating whether or not to turn around. Mac watched silently as she shook her head and took off flying.

The noise of the bar slowly went back to normal, and the colt was left to his own thoughts, and the only thing he was doing was more shots. The next few minutes were spent in total silence, and while his mind was racing, his expression was blank, so lost in his thoughts he didn't notice the filly bounding towards him. "Nice one, Mackie!"

"Not now, Pinkie Pie." His stern voice was unwelcoming, but it didn't stop the greatest partier in town.

" Oh, so you CAN talk!" Pinkie giggled. "I thought you went mute, 'cause that's the only explanation I could think of for you to do that! Unless a rabid ferret bit your tongue out, or maybe you burnt your tongue on coffee! OOH! Maybe you were trying to communicate telepathically! Or eve-"
"What're you doin' here?" Big Mac glared, waiting for her to leave.

"Just running the pool tables, apparently I'm some kinda shark! RAWR!" She threw her front hooves in the air, the colt was not amused.

"Well why don't ya jes go back to yer table and leave me be?" Big Mac gulped another whiskey.

Pinkie got right up in his face, and she imitated his voice to perfection. "Well why don't ya jes go after Dashie and admit yer a big dummy for what ya did?"

"Ah can't do that..."

"Why not?" The pink partier backed away, genuinely intrigued.

Mac took yet another shot, contemplating his predicament. Pinkie Pie wouldn't understand. "ah jes can't."

She giggled and turned her head sideways. Pinkie Pie's bubbly attitude was wearing thin on Big Mac, who wasn't in the mood for anypony, much less this one. "That's not a reason, silly! Besides, I thought she was your best friend!" He recoiled at the word 'friend', that's what hethought too!

Big Mac grew defensive. "Are ya here to lecture me?" He was so occupied with Pinkie Pie he never noticed a group of four fillies entering the bar.

"Of course not! That's her job..."

"What're yo-" An orange hoof slammed into a table, sending the glasses flying and almost breaking the old hunk of wood. Big Mac almost jumped, and his ears flattened when he saw who it was. Applejack glared at her brother, frowning.

"You no good, low-down, yelleh bellied varmint..." Big Mac gulped, but this time it was nothing but air.


Make sure to look out for part two!

Any comments or critiques are welcomed!