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“Fuck off, Ma!”

BANG!

Brackish slammed his bedroom door hard, concluding yet another fight with his parents that went disastrously. He was the bad foal of the family, the one who took every order Ma and Mom gave and did just the opposite. It was the reputation he had created for himself, so much that any kind of trouble that came up on the farm was now immediately blamed on him.

Most ponies thought Brackish got off to stirring the pot like this. But that couldn’t be further from the truth.

For deep down lied a soft and sensitive soul. A scared colt who acted this way only as a coping mechanism, who wanted so badly to drop the bad boy act and finally open up his heart to others. But he had dug himself so deep into this hole that if he did, he would be accused of manipulation.

The event that started this fight was a breakup with the latest of Brack’s many lovers. Each mare that came into his life he loved dearly and envisioned a future with, but it was never meant to be. All because of him. Every time they got even close to a serious relationship he cut her off despite his insides screaming at him not to. But he was like a puppet to his own bad habits and he couldn’t stop.

Plus, the few times he did let his sensitive core show, he was thought a pussy and immediately dumped. It was easier to break up with her first than go through that again.

But fuck, it hurt so much. Despite how it looked, Brack actually died a little inside every time he so flippantly smacked a mare’s flanks, for all he truly wanted was love. But if he admitted this he would be suspected of being replaced by a changeling. Too much was at stake.

Each night, when he was alone and hidden from the world, Brackish thought about all the hearts he had broken along with his own. Pangs of regret shot through him each time he thought of Rainier’s girl, or how he pushed his own big sister away because he couldn’t allow her girl to help him look inwards.

All he ever did was fuck up everything he touched and make life miserable for everyone who knew him, all because he couldn’t be a true Apple and be honest. It was all a lie—even the Playcolt posters hanging on his walls. They only reminded him of how much he hated himself.

Brackish could have ended it all and come clean, but not tonight. Instead he wept and prayed to Gaia, begging her for clarity so that maybe, hopefully, one day, he could introduce the world to his real self.

Description
“Fuck off, Ma!”

BANG!

Brackish slammed his bedroom door hard, concluding yet another fight with his parents that went disastrously. He was the bad foal of the family, the one who took every order Ma and Mom gave and did just the opposite. It was the reputation he had created for himself, so much that any kind of trouble that came up on the farm was now immediately blamed on him.

Most ponies thought Brackish got off to stirring the pot like this. But that couldn’t be further from the truth.

For deep down lied a soft and sensitive soul. A scared colt who acted this way only as a coping mechanism, who wanted so badly to drop the bad boy act and finally open up his heart to others. But he had dug himself so deep into this hole that if he did, he would be accused of manipulation.

The event that started this fight was a breakup with the latest of Brack’s many lovers. Each mare that came into his life he loved dearly and envisioned a future with, but it was never meant to be. All because of him. Every time they got even close to a serious relationship he cut her off despite his insides screaming at him not to. But he was like a puppet to his own bad habits and he couldn’t stop.

Plus, the few times he did let his sensitive core show, he was thought a pussy and immediately dumped. It was easier to break up with her first than go through that again.

But fuck, it hurt so much. Despite how it looked, Brack actually died a little inside every time he so flippantly smacked a mare’s flanks, for all he truly wanted was love. But if he admitted this he would be suspected of being replaced by a changeling. Too much was at stake.

Each night, when he was alone and hidden from the world, Brackish thought about all the hearts he had broken along with his own. Pangs of regret shot through him each time he thought of Rainier’s girl, or how he pushed his own big sister away because he couldn’t allow her girl to help him look inwards.

All he ever did was fuck up everything he touched and make life miserable for everyone who knew him, all because he couldn’t be a true Apple and be honest. It was all a lie—even the Playcolt posters hanging on his walls. They only reminded him of how much he hated himself.

Brackish could have ended it all and come clean, but not tonight. Instead he wept and prayed to Gaia, begging her for clarity so that maybe, hopefully, one day, he could introduce the world to his real self.