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Your fanfic was adorable and you’re adorable.
Geeze, save some for the fanfic, guy.
That took longer then expected, also, we have character limit’s.
I was not aware of this.
Ignore the crappy spelling and grammer, I typed the whole damn thing in the comment box so it wasn’t spell checked particularly well.
The day Bulk left the hospital he headed straight over to the Track and Field, he must have sat at the starting line for hours, looking at the measurements; counting the meters.
Finally a stranger approached him, a blue Pegasus with a wildly chaotic rainbow mane.
“You gonna sit there all day or are ya gonna fly?” she asks impatiently.
“I…I can’t fly, not anymore” Bulk reply’s with a bittersweet smile.
The Mares eyebrows furrow in confusion, “You’ve got wings dontcha? Who says ya can’t fly?”
“Nopony” He answers awkwardly, looking down in embarrassment “My wings, they aren’t strong enough”
“Well that’s just stupid” she says with a contemptuous roll of her eyes “They ain’t gonna get any stronger if ya don’t try”
Bulk says nothing, the mannerism of the obnoxious mare throwing him off his guard.
“Look, your here now so that tells me you wanna fly so just fly already, you don’t have to clear the course” The blue mare speaks, gesturing towards the course like it was a Sunday stroll.
“Try for the first marker, what’s the worst that could happen?”
“I could fail” Bulk Reply’s irritatedly.
“And how is that worse then not trying at all? if you just sit there you sure as heck ain’t gonna make it”
Bulks opens and closes his mouth, his snarky reply dying in his muzzle.
“Tell you what, try for half way” she says as she lifts off and goes to hover at the half way point 5 meters away “If you can make it this far then i promise to stop bugging ya”
Bulk looks suspiciously at the strange mare before a look of resignation settles on his face “Alright if I try to fly to you then you promise to leave me alone?”
“Pinkie Promise” She reply’s seeming to grow excited at the prospect of his imminent failure
Taking a deep breath Bulk gets up and stands at the start line, biting down a surge of shame he begins to flutter his wings as bast as he can, the humiliation of his no doubt pathetic display nearly overwhelming; nervously he takes a step back beginning to lose his nerve.
“Stop that” she barks out crossly “just close your eyes, don’t think about anything but flying towards my voice”
Staring at her for a brief moment he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, best to get this over with and get rid of her.
“That’s the spirit, now just fly on over here” she begins to speak a constant stream of words for him to navigate by.
As if it’s the easiest thing in Equestria he thinks to himself.
Seconds pass, 10 then 20 then more as he works him self up to try and take off and just as the blue mare begins to grow impatient he launches himself with a yell into the air, he drops immediately; nearly all teh way backdown but with a bark of anger he struggles and levels back out scant feet above the surface but still airborne.
“That’s the spirit! Your airborne! come on now come towards me!”
Bulk grits his teeth, letting out a groan before slowly, painfully he begins to hover towards the obnoxious blue mules voice
“That’s it keep it up, flex out your primaries, tuck you hooves in, angle forward more” she continues on dolling out encouragement and criticism in equal measure
Bulk can barely stand it, the muscles in his back cramping painfully, his wings on fire, he chokes on his own breath, groaning and growling in frustration as her tries to home in on the maddening voice of the mare.
“Come on your almost here, just a little bit more! don’t give up on me now!”
Bulk lets at a curse, clenching his eye’s tighter as he tries to hold on, his wings are literally dragonfire and he know he is going to drop any second.
“Just a little more!”
Any second, Blessed Celestia he couldn’t do this
“Don’t quit! you can do this”
He was ready to drop, he must look pathetic, Goddess his whole back was dragon fire!
“You can push through this! you’re looking good!”
Sweet deities she wasn’t getting any closer, was he even moving? he couldn’t contain the growl of pain and frustration that tore from his constricted throat.
“Get Pissed, Let it out! you can do this!”
She was still so far away he wasn’t going to make it, he could feel his resolve bending to the pain.
“Just a little further, push through it! almost there!”
With a yell of frustration and pain Bulk dropped to the ground, the whole foot he was airborne, He let out a shout of pain and anger before collapsing forward; His back screaming in protest, his wings mercifully numb before opening his eyes.
Looking forward his eye’s focused on the blue mare hovering 10 meters away.
Bulk blinked a moment before he let loose a cry of frustration and rage, he didn’t even get close to her.
“Whoa, Easy there big guy; You did great! you really kicked flank there”
Bulk couldn’t help but let out a weak laugh at that comment before looking back up at the mare now hovering in front of him. “I couldn’t even make it half way to the first marker, how the hay did I kick any flank exactly!?”
“Uh, yeah about that; technically our deal was to fly towards me, not the halfway point” she spoke softly rubbing the back of her head while she smiled nervously
Blinking at the she devil, in confusion he was about to ask what she meant before she gestured to something behind him, with a groan he looked over his shoulder; sitting there about a meter behind him was the round stone post and poll of the first marker.
Again he felt himself blinking in confusion before realization dawned.
The first marker, 25 meters; he covered the whole distance, he stared dumbfounded before the thrice cursed devil spawns voice interrupted him.
“Hello~ Dash to the mountain giant, can you hear me?”
Turning back to her his words died in his muzzle, what did he say to her? thank-you? how could you put me through that? why?
“You got real spirit you know that big guy? you should join ponyville’s weather team, we could use a guy like you”
Bulk look confused for the umpteenth time that day “I can’t be a weather pony”
“And why not?”
“I can’t…..” Bulk never finished, he looked up at her then back at the marker.
Tucking his head down he covered his face trying to hide the tears before he felt a hoof gently ruffle his mane.
“easy bigfella, I’ll go grab some ointment for you back, I have some good stuff recommended but the wonderbolts themselves; You just think about the offer”
Before she could fly off he called out.
“Your name! what your name?”
“Me? I’m Rainbow Dash, coolest mare in Equestria and future WonderBolt captain; What’s yours?”
“I’m…I’m Bulk Biceps”
“Well bulk, anytime you need someone to push ya Give me a call and I’ll come and shove you into gear”
Bulk nodded dumbly as she flew off towards the stands, He knew he would take her up on her offer; one mistake didn’t damn a life forever, sometimes all you need is a blue she-devil to push and pull you through it.
It’s hard growing up with a name like Bulk Biceps.
Ponies might not say it but there is always an…expectation you are meant to live up too, a destiny.
For years Bulk struggled with the burden that pony society placed on him, every day he pushed himself to his limits and beyond doing everything in his capacity to meet the unwritten prediction for his life, his talent.
In the beginning it seemed everything would be fine, that it was all proceeding naturally, He would wake early, throw himself into his training, before long a cutie mark would appear to affirm his natural talent, seemingly a guarantee to his destiny and the wisdom of his parents.
Bulk would grow into an amazing athlete, strong and fierce, his voice booming support to his fellows on the sporting fields; a seemingly endless stamina and large, strong wings to carry him into a bright future.
However, Every Athlete must learn to accept one fact in life, one immutable truth that can never be changed, Everypony has limits, Barriers that they cannot beat.
The extra weight they cannot lift, the extra mile they cannot run, the few seconds they cannot shave off the clock.
For someone like Bulk who was trained and pushed since foalhood to beat his limitations theses would grow to define and haunt him.
As he reached the pinnacle of his body’s form he paradoxically begun to feel weaker, less then what he was, he would start to define and judge himself by what he could not do rather then what he could do.
This would lead to a path of reckless extremes and bitterness, he begun to hate himself for his own perceived failures, the kind and supportive words oh his friends and family was twisted into pity and scorn by his own self doubt.
He pushed everypony away with his behavior, launching himself from one extreme to the other in and effort to somehow achieve the impossible standard he set himself, every measure he could take to prove himself.
Naturally, there are ponies in this world all too happy to “Help” for a modest fee of course.
Bulk couldn’t tell you when he fell into it, only that he fell hard.
The thing with steroids that they don’t tell you is this, They work.
Yes they destroy your body, twist it and turn it against you, but these are long term effects and for a teenager they may as well have been nonexistent and the immediate effects, well they are exactly what he was after.
He was stronger, he was bigger; Everypony was once again talking about him as the rising star he was supposed to be, the limits and barriers fell away before his body.
The aches and pains where only natural of course, he lived with them his whole life, they were the sign of a body being pushed past it’s false limits; they where a good thing really.
The cramps in his wings where merely muscle strains, the mood swings simple fatigue.
He knew his body better then anypony, what right did they have to tell him to take it easy.
The cramps got worse.
Everyday it seems his body was trying to hold him back, everyday he struggled with the seemingly simple tasks that he used to be able to perform with ease.
The pity started coming back as well, Ponies who had no business were telling him to take it easy, to not push himself, that it was alright if he couldn’t fly the course, his family was asking him what was wrong; his friends were “Concerned” though he knew it was merely jealousy on their part.
He would not have any of it, he pushed them all away, he would not be held back by them or his own weak body.
Bulk resolved to push himself past it all, past his limits, past his friends; and if he could not do this naturally he would do so through other means.
He knew better then anyone what he really needed.
Months later Bulk was found lying bruised and bloodied behind the Ponyville Track and Field, police determining it was a drug deal gone bad; Bulk had run up a tab.
When Bulk awoke he found himself confined to Ponyville Psychiatric and General, by a court order at the request of his parents he would remain until he was clean; or old enough to legally discharge himself.
For the next eight months he may as well have been confined to Tartarus, yet despite all the pain, the physical therapy, Meds and counseling Bulk begun to fell better, clearer.
He familiarized himself with his body once again, beginning to learn and respect it’s limits and its’ strengths.
The mental struggle would prove the hardest challenge of all, he was plagued with the belief that now his life was over, ruined; he would forever be a victim of his own mistakes and weaknesses.
The loss of his wings all the proof that he needed to know his life was forever lost and he could never comeback from this.
His friends and family disagreed.
Everyday they would come, leaving letters on the days when he could not face them, everyday they told him “You are more then this, You are stronger then this; your life is not over because of this”
The old shames and regrets fell away, his friends and family; their words and wisdom letting him know that this was not the end.
He was strong, he could push past this.
This alone elevates him to Bro-Tier