Disclaimer: I don't own My Little Pony; Friendship Is Magic
Title: A Blooming Apple
Summary: Apple's been feeling left out of his family for awhile now, but has been to afraid to voice it. Apple's content to stay out of the loop. Really. He is. The Apple family? They're not that willing to let go of one of their own. Not without a fight. Especially with applebucking season just around the corner.
Warnings: MtS (Mare to Stallion) or FtM (Female to Male) transgender Applebloom; aged up.
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Excerpt from a letter from Apple(Bloom) Apple of Ponyville to Babs Seed of Manehatten;
'-I guess I just feel a little left out, you know?
When I'm standing there, and everypony is going on and on about farming, and I'm just standing there, the only cutie mark in over three generations of Applekin that's not related to apples or farming on my flank, trying not to whistle a tune of surrender and back away, I feel a bit left out, that's all. Is that a bad thing?
I mean, think about it. Applejack's a hero, for Celestia's sake. No need to go into that one. Mac's never missed a day of work in his life, and Granny Smith's the reason Ponyville's here in the first place. And then there's me, the odd stallion out, with his 'fixing things' cutie mark and that's about it.
Sweet's got her yearly big concert tour coming up. I'm probably going to go with her again; get away for awhile. Maybe I'll even consult some doctor's about getting surgery.
I don't know, Babs. I just don't know. Maybe I oughta see about hopping onto the next train to Manehatten instead of waiting until after the tour and go live with you for a few months until I get through this rut. I'm certainly not against having the extra company.
Everypony's been treating me like it's one of those dirty little secrets everypony knows but no one says anything about. They wink at me when they have to use any pronouns and eye my shirts when I pass. If they say my 'name' or 'pronouns' with the stinking invisible bunny ears one more time, I'm gonna slug somepony. Granny and Mac don't even mention it. I don't want to draw a lot of attention to myself or anything (Pinkie's 'It's a colt!' cake did that plenty), but I hate not being able to just look them in the eye and say; hey, I'm a stallion. You've probably noticed that I'm a stallion. Pretty cool, huh?
Is that weird? Probably.
I know who I am. I'm Apple(Bloom) Apple; carpenter and proud farm pony. And that's the problem. I know who I am, not what everypony's expecting me to be.
If my family told me they didn't like the way I was, I'd change back in a heartbeat. Grab the ol' bow I've been to afraid to wear in public and everything. All they have to do is just say so.
Maybe that's why I don't have the guts to talk to them. Maybe I just want to be happy for as long as I can before reality finally comes crashing down.
Sorry for unloading all this junk on you, Babs. I know you don't mind, but it doesn't feel right, you know? Remind me to send you an extra jar of zap apple jam.
Anywho, I don't see the schedule changing none this year. Concert tour with Sweetie and Scoots, two or three weeks with you in Manehatten, then back to the farm as soon as applebucking season's over. That's the real reason I'm writing you this letter. It wasn't supposed to be all about me dumping emotional junk down your throat. Again, sorry.
S'funny how family works, huh...'
Author's Note: I can't imagine Applebloom being MtS, honestly, but I really like the story idea, and it just wouldn't be the same if Apple weren't Apple. Sorry about the confusing prologue, but I don't want to give it all away.
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