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Untitled Apple Project

By Hearthsong
Created: 2026-04-13 20:07:41
Updated: 2026-04-13 20:45:08
Expiry: Never
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  1. 1.
    It's apple time, fuckers.
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  3. 3.
    Part One:
  4. 4.
    >A great cacophony of noise erupts from your local rooster, signaling that another day has dawned on Sweet Apple Acres
  5. 5.
    >With a discipline practiced from a lifetime of being dragged out of bed by your family, you're out of bed before that bag of feathers can screech a second time
  6. 6.
    >Stumbling towards your dresser, using your hooves to guide your way around your bedroom as you struggle to break the layer of sleep dust keeping your eyes shut
  7. 7.
    >It's a herculean effort, but you crack your peepers open to regard yourself in the mirror
  8. 8.
    >Wow, aren't you just in desperate need of a combing?
  9. 9.
    >Smoothly, you slip the brush over your hoof and get to work taming your great golden head of hair, getting every strand in place so that it easily slips into the somewhat loose ponytail you favored ever since it started getting in the way
  10. 10.
    >Rubbing at your great, Mutsu green eyes to really get a good look at yourself
  11. 11.
    >Bright eyed? For sure.
  12. 12.
    >Bushy tailed? Not anymore.
  13. 13.
    >You take the hat hanging off your dresser
  14. 14.
    >A handsome brown Stetson, bearing some weathering but clearly loved, with a great bite taken out of the front brim
  15. 15.
    >Doffing it, you couldn't help but feel like something was still missing from this whole getup
  16. 16.
    >Your hoof drew along your square jawline, tugging idly at the small strips of golden scruff on your chin that even after a few months refused to actually develop into anything
  17. 17.
    >Honestly, be an ugly Sunburst chin tail or a majestic Starswirl neck warmer for all you care, you were just looking for some progress here
  18. 18.
    >Suddenly, it dawned on you
  19. 19.
    >Opening the dresser you withdrew a vibrant red scarf, tying it around your neck
  20. 20.
    >The brass star attached to it gleamed in the early morning light
  21. 21.
    >A facsimile of your cutiemark, the traditional circles at the end of the star's pointed are replaced with apples
  22. 22.
    >You admired Mayor Mare's attention to detail sometimes
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    >Though rather than the question mark in the middle of your mark, this star's was emblazoned with the phrase 'SHERIFF'
  24. 24.
    >Fully dressed for the day, you eyed yourself in the mirror again
  25. 25.
    >Giving yourself an approving nod
  26. 26.
    >That's much better
  27. 27.
    >(You) are Abbondanza Apple
  28. 28.
    >(Though you preferred 'Anon' to save time)
  29. 29.
    >Middle child of the Ponyville Apple Family branch (Caught between the truly massive Big Mac and precocious little Apple Bloom)
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    >Head honcho of Sweet Apple Acres (at least when Granny Smith isn't within earshot to hear you say so)
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    >Ponyville's Town Sheriff (and by default the entirety of the little village's police force)
  32. 32.
    >And...
  33. 33.
    >If there was a pony on the face of this beautiful world that was more full of shit than you, you hadn't met them
  34. 34.
    >...
  35. 35.
    >...
  36. 36.
    >So, with that kind of intro, that probably invites some questions
  37. 37.
    >Well you certainly have plenty of time to drop some exposition
  38. 38.
    >There's still a chunk of the Western Orchard that needs to be tended to before the rest of the clan arrives for the family reunion this afternoon
  39. 39.
    >If the harvest isn't finished before then your dear Granny Smith will die of shame in front of the whole family
  40. 40.
    >Then immediately resurrect just so she can whoop your ass
  41. 41.
    >So:
  42. 42.
    >Yes, you are a human in remission
  43. 43.
    >Yes, you are a member of the Apple Family
  44. 44.
    >No, you have no idea where the Hell Applejack is
  45. 45.
    >No, you don't know why you're a stallion and not in her body proper
  46. 46.
    >As far as you can tell? You're what this world got instead
  47. 47.
    >Your memories of your past life are incredibly hazy by this point, with your brain having to make room for newer, more relevant-to-the-now ones
  48. 48.
    >When you try to imagine your former self, it's like looking in the mirror after a long, hot shower
  49. 49.
    >You can see the edges but there's a huge steam stain in the center, fogging the majority of the picture up
  50. 50.
    >In the least, you've been able to cling on to your final moments
  51. 51.
    >Stumbling back home after a double shift at the Fireworks, Candy, and Puppy Dog store
  52. 52.
    >(It's a lot less pleasant than it sounds, the dogs hate the sound of fireworks and they're always trying to eat the candy, which is of course bad for them)
  53. 53.
    >You were too tired to notice your trajectory, completely stomping your foot into a homeless man's begging hat, scattering the contents everywhere
  54. 54.
    >You distinctly recall apologizing and offering to help pick it up, though at this point you're not sure whether or not you fabricated that part just to make yourself look better
  55. 55.
    >But the vagrant was simply not having that shit and responded like you would expect most transients living on the street to:
  56. 56.
    >Punching you in the chest so hard it expelled your soul from your body, forcing you into a nightmarish limbo of misery and darkness for what was either five minutes and ten thousand years
  57. 57.
    >(What kind of wizard has that kind of power but can't conjure themselves up a house?)
  58. 58.
    >Either way, when you finally came out of that awful vortex, you were looking in the mirror just as you had been this morning
  59. 59.
    >Getting an eyeful of a little orange colt no older than eight who had paused mid-brushing his teeth to remember that, wait, he was supposed to be a human man in his early twenties
  60. 60.
    >You aren't sure why it took so long for your consciousness to reassert itself
  61. 61.
    >When you look back you have memories of your equine childhood
  62. 62.
    >So it's not like you just spawned in at eight years old
  63. 63.
    >Maybe a developing baby brain couldn't comprehend the complexity of an adult mind?
  64. 64.
    >You're not a neurologist, and you didn't win the genetic lottery of being born as the tribe in Equestria that has levels in wizardry by default, so you're just going to have to leave that one alone
  65. 65.
    >You've had to leave a fair bit alone over the past decade, really
  66. 66.
    >The Apple Family is up to its' withers in chores and you're no exception to that
  67. 67.
    >Your days are split pretty evenly between tending to the farm and tending to the whims of the local government
  68. 68.
    >Despite it featuring prominently on your flank as your Cutie Mark, the Sheriff's position you'd landed was one of convenience:
  69. 69.
    >While it was plenty apparent the Mayor Mare didn't really know what a Sheriff was supposed to do, leaving you tending to the functions that she didn't want to do herself
  70. 70.
    >It did leave you with enough free time to keep an eye on the situations developing in town, and try your best to research magic for the solution to the myriad of problems posed by your presence
  71. 71.
    >With the Golden Oaks Library currently unstaffed, the town was running on an honor system for taking and returning books
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    >Which meant, owing to the fact that the most magically talented unicorn in the town was a fashion-obsessed seamstress, you didn't hear anypony inquiring about where all the advanced magical theory books had vanished off to when you kept them for your perusal
  73. 73.
    >You'd developed quite a stack in your bedroom back home, along with a chalkboard that would probably have you committed if anypony got a good look at it
  74. 74.
    >Theories regarding where Applejack's soul was (Swapped with yours in that limbo? Shunted off to the side, forced to be a passenger as you lived her life? Worse, sent back to Earth to inhabit your body?)
  75. 75.
    >Spools of equations as you tried and largely failed to calculate a spell that could punch through reality to send you back where you belonged
  76. 76.
    >(You weren't that great at math to begin with, and that was before you added conjuration to the mix)
  77. 77.
    >The combined work of references and insights that piled in on each other like so many social clique's in-jokes to the point that even with it written in plain Equuish you didn't think anyone could make heads or tails of it
  78. 78.
    >You weren't confident in your abilities, but... if you could convince a Unicorn that you weren't a lunatic, maybe your scribbles could serve to point them in the general direction of an idea to help you
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    >For now, though? None of that matters
  80. 80.
    >You know what's important?
  81. 81.
    >Apples, motherfucker
  82. 82.
    >In the time you've spent expositing to nobody you've also managed to finish up your section of the Western Orchard
  83. 83.
    >Judging by the lack of a rhythmic 'THOCK' in the distance and the scrabbling of buckets, you're pretty confident that Big Mac and Apple Bloom are done tending to their bit, as well
  84. 84.
    >You hitch yourself to your wagon and ferry your payload back to the barn, and sure enough, your siblings are already putting their buckets away for the day
  85. 85.
    >Well, Big Mac is anyway, the buckets are a bit too big for Apple Bloom to push around herself yet, so she's mostly just babbling and being precious
  86. 86.
    >When your big brother spots you he angles the stalk of wheat in his mouth so that he can properly smirk at you
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    >"Beat ya to the barn again, lil' brother."
  88. 88.
    >You just roll your eyes good-naturedly and gesture to Apple Bloom
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    "'Course y'did, ya had help. We'll see how it goes tomorrow."
  90. 90.
    >Ever since you joined Mac in the fields it was always a bit of a competition
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    >Friendly, of course, but when you were a little colt you took it a bit too seriously
  92. 92.
    >Coming home as red faced as your brother when he kept showing you up
  93. 93.
    >It's been a bit more even since your growth spurt
  94. 94.
    >... Mostly
  95. 95.
    >Apple Bloom picks up on you pointing her out and flashes you the brightest grin in the world, puffing her chest out
  96. 96.
    >"Eyup! Don't you worry, Anon! We'll get'im!"
  97. 97.
    >Normally Apple Bloom would be at school hours ago, but you needed all the pony power you could dredge up to finish up the harvest in time
  98. 98.
    >You reach down to ruffle up your little sister's hair some, causing her to yowl irritably
  99. 99.
    >"Anon! Don't get dirt in mah hair! Ah washed it for the reunion and everything!"
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    "You're gonna have to take another shower anyway, silly pony. We all stink. You excited for today?"
  101. 101.
    >Apple Bloom immediately launches into an impassioned speech about how thrilled she is to see her cousins and nephews and aunts and uncles and and and
  102. 102.
    >Big Mac gives you a mock serious 'what have you done' look, which you respond to with a grin as the three of you head on back to the house to wash up and get things ready for the herd of Apples you'll be hosting today
  103. 103.
    >...
  104. 104.
    >...
  105. 105.
    >By midafternoon, Sweet Apple Acres is packed to the brim with apples
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    >No, capitalize that shit, that's family. Apples.
  107. 107.
    >Much better
  108. 108.
    >When you go to check up on how dinner is coming, you find a kitchen full to the brim with ponies all chatting away as they cook, progress looks good
  109. 109.
    >Jonagold and Apple Munchies in particular are loudly gossiping about the love lives of their farmhooves at their particular orchards, while everypony else tries their best to not look like they're listening in
  110. 110.
    >They absolutely are, and if you weren't busy doing the rounds, you probably would, too
  111. 111.
    >Golden Delicious is really leading both of those mares on? That dog!
  112. 112.
    >You find the willpower to pull away and find the horde of foals all having fun, enjoying the obstacle course you and Big Mac put together as well as the racing strip for the Seven-Legged Race, and just plain playing at nonsense like kids are wont to do
  113. 113.
    >They should be good and tuckered out for supper time, hopefully
  114. 114.
    >On the other end of the age spectrum you scope out the elderly contingency of the Apple family
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    >The love of some good gossip is apparent even in their twilight years, as you briefly listen to Granny Smith and her peers engage in some of their own
  116. 116.
    >Auntie Applesauce is really leading both of those stallions on? That dog!
  117. 117.
    >Also, gross!
  118. 118.
    >You shake your head thoroughly to knock that mental image loose, heading your way back to the main entrance of the farm
  119. 119.
    >Everything seems to be going swimmingly, and yet once again you still feel like you're forgetting something...
  120. 120.
    >That's when movement in the corner of your eye gets you looking down the road leading into town
  121. 121.
    >A purple unicorn mare and a tiny dragon are currently striding down the dirt road towards the Acres
  122. 122.
    >Ah yes, you remember what you were forgetting, now:
  123. 123.
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