AN: I managed to get another one done. Don't expect the next chapter to come so quickly, but I felt a little bad that the first chapter I'd posted in months didn't really deal with any actual Loud House characters other than Fiona. So that helped motivate me to get this one out a little faster.

"You probably should have waited till later in the day before you tried to win me something." Maggie opined as she and Lincoln continued their stroll around the park. Lincoln, for his part, was too occupied to immediately respond.

Maggie hadn't been especially keen on carrying her new doll. Whether it was because the doll was burdensome, or because it was ostensibly a Leni doll remained to be seen. Naturally, as a prospective boyfriend, the duty had fallen to Lincoln. Having 10 sisters, most of whom were old enough and savvy enough to maneuver Lincoln into going on shopping trips with them specifically so he could serve as their pack animal (something that remained strangely consistent even after they got superpowers), Lincoln saw this coming and had thought to score some points by gallantly offering to do the very thing he was already obligated to do.

There were...issues, with this development. The doll wasn't particularly heavy. Even if Lincoln hadn't currently been in the best shape of his young life, a fringe benefit of his new adventurous lifestyle and Lynn's rather demanding training regime, he was fairly confident that he still would have been able to shoulder the load with little difficulty. The problem was mostly that the doll was simply cumbersome. The thing was almost as tall as he was, and several times as wide, which made it a literal handful to deal with. In a best-case scenario, Lincoln would need to heft the doll in both arms to properly balance it, and even then, he wouldn't have been able to see over its bulk. However, the matter was further complicated by the fact that Lincoln did not have both arms available to carry out his duty.

After they'd walked a little ways away from the remains of the ball toss booth, Maggie had reached over and forcibly taken one of his hands in her own. Lincoln had complied without complaint, presuming there was something more forthcoming, but there was nothing else. It had taken Lincoln a truly embarrassing amount of time to finally realize what was the point of Maggie holding his hand. They were holding hands. As in, in the romantic sense. At least, that was the best he could figure. At no point after claiming his appendage as her own, did Maggie acknowledge her actions. The pair simply continued onward, making small talk and enjoying the sights and sounds of the theme park. The only indication of their that they were even engaged in a low-key display of public affection was the slight tinge of pink that had colored the girl's pallid skin. Well, that, and the vice-like grip she maintained on his hand.

As with many things about Maggie, the strange way she chose to express her affection for him was cute, in that uniquely Maggie way that she tended to approach things, and Lincoln had been elated at the fairly concrete signal that their date was going well. However, this left him with only a single arm he could use to carry the doll, so he was locked in a constant struggle with balancing the doll against his body while also peering around the plushed obstruction so he could navigate the thick Dairyland crowds, and remaining a comfortable distance from Maggie. Not so close that he'd knock her over if he stumbled, but not so far away that she might think he didn't want to be near her. It was a complex dance, to say the least.

"I thought it'd be romantic." He protested, poking his head out from behind the faux Leni just in time to allow him to maneuver around some children who were about to cross his path. "I saw the booth and it just felt like the kind of thing I was should do. I wanted to impress you."

She wasn't wrong, the doll had complicated things. It was too big to carry onto most rides, and despite it being large and heavy enough to serve as a passenger in its own right, the ride operators he'd proposed this arrangement to hadn't been particularly keen on giving up an entire seat for what was essentially someone's luggage. Neither had the people waiting in line for those same rides, who'd made their displeasure known with boos, jeers, and the odd improvised projectile. The only rides they'd found that had been slow and spacious enough to accommodate the third member of their group had been the spinning coffee cups, which was less a ride than it was an excuse to off your feet for a while, and the Seas of Cheese ride. Which had certainly been cheesy, but not in a way that had been especially enjoyable. At least, he'd assumed Maggie had felt the same way. The older girl had suffered those rides with the same stoicism that she responded to most things with, but Lincoln didn't feel like that was an especially positive sign.

Lincoln started in surprise as his forward momentum was suddenly arrested, the sudden stop very nearly causing him to lose his grip on the doll. He'd realized while exerting a herculean effort to rebalance his load, that his Maggie-clasped hand was trailing behind him. Peering over his shoulder, he saw that Maggie was now standing in place, a thoughtful expression on her face.

"You were trying to...impress me?" She asked, hesitantly, as if the concept was foreign to her. "Why?"

Lincoln tried to shrug, but with one arm weighed by the cumbersome bundle of plush, and the other still being firmly held by Maggie, he wasn't left with much shoulder mobility to work with, so it came out as more of an awkward shuffling of his limbs.

"You're the first girl I've been on a date with that I haven't already known for years." He confessed, discretely shuffling backward towards her to ease the strain on his Maggie-arm. And to make the conversation just a smidgeon less awkward.

"Well, that, or who didn't let me bring a girl like that along to help smooth things over." He added.

"Does that...happen often?"

This time he managed a half-shrug. "Only twice so far, but I guess that's still kind of weird."

"Says the guy dating his sisters," Maggie muttered, shaking her head ruefully. Thankfully, Lincoln detected more amusement than actual annoyance in her tone.

"Look, Lincoln." She said, sidling up alongside him, close enough that he could sense the heat from her bare arm, only hairs breadths away from his own. "I'm not exactly an expert on dating either."

"I don't know why, you're nice."

"I'm offputting." She corrected him, giving him a sidelong glance. "And most people manage to get that impression about me without me smashing their house up, or trying to kidnap them."

"But that was a misunder—" Maggie cut him off by placing one finger upon his lips. Then her expression softened, the edges of her lips curling upward into the barest hint of a smile.

"I'm trying to say that...I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be. I already like you, so don't feel like you need to try hard to impress me."

Lincoln didn't know how to respond to that. Not because he couldn't return the sentiment, but because Maggie hadn't yet taken her finger off his lips, and talking around a girl's finger seemed like the kind of thing that could go from being cute to being gross pretty quickly. But she was still smiling at him, which he took as a good sign, so he settled on merely nodding his acceptance.

"Good." She said, withdrawing her hand. Her eyes narrowed and her lips flattened once more. "I just wish I'd cleared that up with you before you won that thing."

"Aw, come on." He protested, hefting the doll a little higher. "Leni's not so bad."

"Why do you keep calling it that?"

"They have the same smile." Said Lincoln, bringing his arm around so he could show her. "See?"

"Her mouth is just a squiggly bit of thread." Maggie deadpanned, looking even more unamused than usual.

"Right? The resemblance is uncanny!"

Lincoln recognized that it was a mistake to pursue this line of conversation, even as the words were coming out of his mouth. But he couldn't help himself. Maybe it was Stockholm syndrome, maybe it was dehydration, but for whatever reason, he'd found that he had become weirdly attached to this strange facsimile of his sister, and couldn't cotton someone badmouthing her. As Maggie's frown went from thin-lipped, straight on to concaved, he braced himself preparing for the inevitable tongue lashing.

A sharp sound pierced the air, the shared moment between the two suddenly shattered as both youths realized what they were hearing.

Sirens.

"Huh." Said Maggie, glancing around. "You know, it's kinda weird being on this side of things?"

"What side?" Lincoln inquired. Not long after the sirens had started blaring, crowds of park-goers immediately began surging every which way, forcing the pair to seek shelter in a little alcove off to the side of the main paths.

"Oh, you know." She gestured vaguely. "Here on the ground, where the people are running around, screaming. Usually, I'm up...there..." She pointed skyward before suddenly trailing off."

"If only I could make out what they were trying to say on the loudspeaker," Lincoln muttered, straining his ears to hear over the sounds of the crowd.

"Please...assure...do not panic!"

"They said panic!" Came a voice from the crowd, resulting in a thunderous, cacophony of fearful cries and screams. Lincoln slapped one hand across his face, suddenly feeling very understanding of Maggie's usual demeanor.

"Idiots." He grumbled. "Maybe if I can get closer to one of the speakers or something..."

"I think that's the problem." Said Maggie, taking the hand of his she was still holding, and jerking it towards the sky. Lincoln peered in the direction indicated, not entirely certain what he was looking for...until he saw it.

"The Ferris wheel?" He asked, unable to hide the confusion in his voice. The familiar sight of the Wheel O' Cheese loomed over the park as always, a stunning declaration of Dairyland's dedication to both theming and mediocrity. This time, however, rather than placidly rotating in place like it normally did, the wheel was a blur of motion, whirling at speeds far surpassing ludicrous and beginning to border on plaid. It certainly looked dangerous, but it was decidedly less menacing than the threats he was used to facing.

"Is that, uh, you guys?" He asked, giving Maggie a sidelong glance. "Seems kind of off-brand for you."

She shook her head. "I think we had an evil theme park ride planned for the fourth fiscal quarter. But I'm pretty sure that was a tilt a whirl. And it wasn't meant for you, we were planning on selling it to low rate fairs and school carnivals and stuff."

Lincoln blinked, confused. "Why does your evil plan sound more like a corporate venture? Don't you work for an evil space alien or something?"

"I'm actually an intern. I think. I get paid, but it's mostly in candy and pizza coupons."

Lincoln slowly turned to his date, one eyebrow raised significantly higher than the other. "Space aliens have internships?"

"It's a whole thing." She replied shaking her head. "I'll tell you about it later. Point is, I'm pretty sure that we had nothing to do with this."

Fiona paused halfway into inserting a slice of pizza into her mouth, concern marring her brow.

"Should we be more worried about the fact that you lost contact with a brand new weapon you let loose upon the city?"

"Not at all." Darkness replied, dabbing his lips with a napkin. "Things will probably work themselves out. QTP? This napkin's about done for, I'm going to need something to mop up this unfeasibly greasy pizza with."

"Hmm," The brunette glanced around. "It appears we're out of napkins. But we do have this pension paperwork."

"That'll do."

"So," Maggie continued, "Now that we've got that straightened out, I guess we can wait till this crowd thins out a bit, and get back to our date."

Lincoln could barely hear her. His eyes were firmly locked onto the malfunctioning theme park ride, his mind already running through possible scenarios for dealing with the problem. A process that, unfortunately, was severely hindered by the fact he was currently miles away from his super-powered allies. Which, frankly, didn't actually leave him with that many options.

"Lincoln!"

He started in surprise as a hand squeezed his shoulder. Looking up, he saw it was Maggie, who was looking back at him with concern.

"You. Me." She said, gesturing first at him, then at herself. "Date? Yes?"

"Maggie, we can't just ignore that." He said, indicating the runaway ride. "Those people are in trouble. We have to help them!"

"It's a Ferris Wheel!" She shouted, exasperated. "It's a theme park ride! Not a giant monster, or even a Fiona! They'll be fine!"

"No, they won't!" He retorted. "It's a leisure ride! It's not meant to be put under that kind of pressure!"

Maggie rolled her eyes. "It's an attraction at a major theme park, Lincoln. I'm pretty sure a corporation a big as Dairyland would take every precaution to make sure that their rides could stand up to any kind of—"

SCKREEEEEEEEE

Whatever else she'd planned on saying was swallowed up by the hair-raising screeching of metal upon metal. Once he was able to uncover his ears without ruining his eardrums, Lincoln looked back to the tragedy in motion. The Wheel O' Cheese was spinning just as fast as it had been before, but now there was an extremely, and distressingly noticeable wobble to its trajectory.

"Really walked into that one," Maggie grumbled, angrily scuffing her sandal upon the tilestone. She took a deep breath, and let it out in a monumental sigh. Then another, and then a third. Lincoln was quickly becoming uncomfortable with the sight, partly because of how much this ideological clash was clearly bothering her, but also because this particular coping mechanism of Maggie's was doing very interesting things to her sundress-clad bosom, and if it went on for too much longer he was going to need some...alone time, to sort things out.

"Look, Maggie," He said, starting to edge away. "It's fine, really. Just—"

"You're not going to let this go, are you?"

Lincoln blinked in surprise. The resignation in her voice was palpable.

"I've..." He gestured helplessly before letting out a sigh of his own. "I can't just ignore this, Maggie. I've got to do...something."

She turned to him, still hunched over, her expression extremely nonplussed. "You know, if you make out with the ride, it's just gonna get bigger."

He winced but accepted the shot. "I'll figure something out. I'm good at that."

Maggie didn't respond, she just kept on looking at him, her eyes boring into his own. What they were looking for, he couldn't say, but she seemed very intent on something. Finally, just as he was about to turn away, she straightened up and began walking towards him.

"The things I do for you." She grumbled, stopping in front of him. She bent down and grabbed his face, one freckled cheek clutched in each of her delicate hands.

"M-Maggie?" He stammered, taken aback by her behavior. "What are you—"

And then she kissed him.

Of the many strange changes that Lincoln Loud's life had gone through in the past few months, one of the most noteworthy was just how much experience he'd accumulated in the very specific field of kissing pretty girls. Not that he would ever openly brag about such a thing, but privately he felt that he was experienced enough that he could write a dissertation or two on the subject.

As far as kisses went, this was a good one. True to her word, Maggie clearly wasn't practiced at this, she was nervous, shaky, a little too eager. Lincoln wrapped his arms around her, securing himself against the taller girl's trembling form as he returned the gesture of affection, now taking the lead. A small moan from Maggie's lips told him that he was on the right track, and he doubled his efforts, stroking her long black hair as he began to explore her lips.

Now the question was how to proceed from here. In his experience, girls liked different things. Lynn liked him to be a little rough with her, pushing her against a wall, or down onto the floor. Luna got really into it if he hummed her a tune before ramping things up, something about musical accompaniment just really got her going. But, given the...particularities of Maggie's build, she might appreciate something more along the lines of the Leni treatment...

"Woah! Woah!" Maggie said, abruptly breaking off the kiss. "What's going on?" She blinked twice, then looked down, and her face flushed crimson, presumably due to the fact that each of Lincoln's hands was gently cupped around one of her ample breasts.

"Oh." Lincoln cleared his throat in embarrassment, feeling heat begin to blossom in his own cheeks. "I thought...I mean...oh shoot. Sorry, I didn't realize I was going too fast..."

He began to withdraw his hands from her chest, but Maggie's hands quickly snaked around his wrists, holding them in place.

"I-I didn't..." She stammered, swallowing audibly. "I mean, yeah, I wasn't expecting that. You...you really took me by surprise there, but only because I wasn't expecting a—a makeout session or anything."

"Oh." Lincoln tried to sound understanding, but nothing could hide the sheer amount of confusion he was feeling at these mixed signals. Again, he tried to remove his hands from Maggie's person, but the raven-haired girl's grip held true.

"No, no!" Maggie shook her head emphatically. "I liked it! Really! And I really..." She took a deep breath. "I really wanna do...more...of that. Like, later. I-If you still want to—"

"Sounds...good." Lincoln agreed, nodding hesitantly.

"I just..." She turned away, and while her hair was now blocking his view, what little he could see of her face was blazing bright crimson. "I thought that if I kissed you, you'd...do your thing. On me."

"Do...my...OH!" Realization suddenly dawned upon Lincoln. "Oh. YOu wanted to...um, wow. Okay. Sorry, I didn't realize that."

"I didn't know I needed to give you notice." She said, finally releasing her grip on him. "Geeze. It looks so easy when you do it with the other girls. They just give you a quick smooch and bam! Gigant Powers Activate!"

"Nobody says that when they transform." He paused thoughtfully. "...Actually, Luan might. She's really into doing stuff like that."

"I noticed." Maggie huffed, crossing her arms under her breasts. "So what's the deal here?"

"That only happens when I...uh, lose control," Lincoln explained, scratching the back of his head nervously. "Normally it's a more deliberate thing.

"And I didn't make you lose control?" That sounded bad.

"It's not like that." He protested. "That kiss was great! Honest! I've just gotten really good at controlling myself."

"Uh uh." Maggie's eyes narrowed. "Refresh my memory, how many girls are on that team of yours?"

"That's..." Lincoln gulped loudly, his throat suddenly feeling very dry. "It's complicated. There are a lot of...considerations to take into account, and..."

Maggie closed the distance between them and swung her hand down at him. Lincoln flinched away instinctively, but was surprised when all Maggie did was gently lay her hand upon his shoulder.

"You don't trust me yet." She said, softly. "Not fully, right?"

"Well...we don't know each other all that well yet." He replied, reluctantly nodding his agreement. "And I still don't really know what's going on with your whole...deal. Your job and whatnot..."

"It's an internship." She absentmindedly interjected. Her face fell, and she began turning away from Lincoln, but before she could he reached up and grabbed her hand, pushing it back down on his shoulder.

"But I want to." He insisted, taking both her hands in his own and squeezing them gently. "We just need more time, that's all. And this really isn't the place to be trying to connect like that, you know?"

He gestured at the theme park around them, still full of screaming people, the malfunctioning Wheel O' Cheese still roaring in the distance.

"You've got a point." She muttered.

Maggie hesitated, it seemed like she was struggling with something, and for a moment, Lincoln still feared she'd leave. Finally, she nodded, her eyes resolute.

"Okay." She said, pulling him into a hug. "No superpowers till the third date."

"I have some very opinionated teammates, several of which live in the house you smashed." He pointed out, his words slightly muffled by the sudden proximity of Maggie's prodigious bosom. "It might take a little longer than that."

"We'll figure it out." She replied, kissing him on the cheek. "But for now, I guess I'm gonna save the day, like some kind of lame superhero."

"Really?" Lincoln asked as she pulled away. "How?"

"Yes, really." Maggie huffed as she drew herself up to her full height. "Relationships require compromise. Or something. But I'm only doing this because it clearly means a lot to you."

"Thank you, Maggie." Said Lincoln, and he meant every bit of it. "Buuuut, again. How are you going to stop that thing?"

"The hard way, I guess." Maggie reached for her purse and dug around inside for a bit. Curious as to what she expected to find in there, but fully aware that his expertise did not extend to the contents of a woman's purse, Lincoln patiently waited for her to finish.

"Got it," Maggie said, pulling something from the bag, then tossing it to him. "Hold my purse, sweetie."

"Uh, sure?" Lincoln replied, snatching the object out of the air. "And what will you be doing."

"Playing hero, just like I said," Maggie answered tightly clenching her fist. Lincoln's eyes widened as the girl's hand was suddenly covered in crackling obsidian energy, quick quickly expanded to encompass the entirety of her shapely form. Maggie threw back her head and stretched out her arms, and...they just kept on going, her entire body rapidly expanding in every direction. Moments later, Maggie towered high into the sky, a human colossus clad in black, curve-clutching spandex.

Lincoln had witnessed sights similar to this on a fairly regular basis over the course of his recent adventures, but he never really grew fully accustomed to the sensation of going from being relatively normal-sized to infinitesimal in the span of a few seconds. So when Maggie's titanic knees crashed to the ground on either side of him, he wasn't too proud to admit that he squeaked in surprise, just a little.

"YOU ARE SO CUTE WHEN YOU'RE TINY," Maggie boomed as she gently picked him up off the ground, her voice like a velvety earthquake. "MAKES ME WANT TO JUST MAKE MYSELF COMFORTABLE HERE AND—"

"Maggie!" He shouted, pointing emphatically as best he could from his current vantage. "The Wheel!"

"RIGHT, RIGHT." The giantess let out a disappointed sigh. "FINE, I'LL TAKE CARE OF IT. BE RIGHT BACK."

She started to put him down, then seemingly thought better of it. Instead, she raised him to her face and gave him what she presumably considered to be a peck on the cheek. Given their relative sizes, what actually transpired was the pressing of Maggie's gigantic lips against his entire head, coming perilously close to enveloping it entirely. A few moments later, Maggie gently placed a very dazed Lincoln upon the ground, gave him a sultry wink, and started off towards the Ferris Wheel, her every step leaving tremors in her wake.

"Wow," Lincoln said aloud, watching as the gigantic Maggie strode across the grounds of the theme park, seemingly unconcerned with what was trampled beneath her mighty feat, or knocked aside by the swing of her shapely hips. It was a small mercy that the very direct route she was taking to her destination was completely devoid of park-goers by this point.

It was at this point that Lincoln realized that in the midst of everything that had rapidly transpired over the last few minutes, he was still tightly clutching the Leni doll. He absent-mindedly fussed with her hair, trying to come to terms with the strange combination of terror and arousal he felt from watching his girlfriend casually destroying the very theme park she was ostensibly trying to save.