Rebel In Bloom

In life everypony tends to go through a phase, it is always out of nowhere and most families don’t know how to handle it at first. But for the Apple family they are about to learn the hard way for when one of these phases hit.

“For the last time I can pick out what I wanna wear!” Applebloom shouts.

“You will not, that outfit barely covers anything!” Applejack barks back.

Applebloom has now begun a rebellious phase, which in terms of phases is by far the worst. Considering she is now wearing more revealing outfits and vying for the attention of the other stallions as they are now becoming the world to her. With a low cut shirt that barely hides her chest and a skirt so short if the wind picked up you can see her panties.

Applejack however knew how she went through her own phase, but this one was probably the worst thing considering she saw the other mares flirting and chasing stallions which lead to many of them getting knocked up and what not. And being Applebloom’s big sister she was not having any of this nonsense.

“You aren’t thinking straight, you got all these hormones and stuff going on inside that are making you act this way,” Applejack explains. “Back me up here Big Mac,” she says.

“Noooooope, I ain’t getting involved in this one,” Big Mac replies.

“It doesn’t matter what you or Big Mac say, I am a grown mare I can do whatever I want whenever I want!” Applebloom retorts with a stomp of her hoof.

“Well you’re grounded then missy!” Applejack fires back at her.

“You can’t ground me!” Applebloom spits back.

“You’re living in the families house so I can!” Applejack responds.

“But-” Applebloom pleads.

“No buts, now get to your room until all this craziness in your body calms down!” Applejack orders her sibling who stomps off in a huff, straight up the stairs. “And don’t you dare slam the-” Applejack starts but is cut off by a loud slamming noise. “Door,” she finishes sighing. “Why the hell didn’t you back me up Big Mac!?” Applejack complains.

“Me what was I supposed to say?” Big Mac retorts.

“Oh about how nobody wants to end up like a slut!?” Applejack booms. “After all all you do is mosey all through town plowing anypony in a skirt that gives you a time of day,” Applejack responds now turning her wrath over to Big Mac.

Meanwhile upstairs Applebloom was in a huff, flopping on her bed and screaming into her pillow.

“She always treats me like a foal!” Applebloom shouts into a pillow before eventually tossing it to the other side of the room. “And you know what I’m gonna show her I’m a grown pony by acting like one!” Applebloom says stomping her hoof.

She then goes to her nightstand, opening and fishing out a card she found while washing some of Applejack’s clothes.

The card read;

Flanksworth adult club.
Mares night wednesday night from seven pm to three am. Mares drinks half off! Dances half off! And private sessions twenty five percent off! We can’t make everything half off.

“This is clearly a sign and way to prove to her that I am a full grown and mature mare,” Appleblooms says before grabbing her purse and tying her bedsheets together. “I’ll show her,” she tells herself before tying one end of the sheet to her bed frame, and tossing the other out the window.

She grabs on trying to climb out her window, which is a bit of a struggle as the wind decides to pick up and she now is clinging for dear life as she is blown to and fro. After a bit the wind calms down and Appleblooms mini heart attack does too, as she lands on ground and takes off towards the ominous club way off in the distance from the quaint farmhouse.

“And I told you not to have sex with her but ya did anyway despite the fact she was seeing somepony else!” AJ complains further ripping into Big Mac about his relationship choices. “And lets not forget the engagement you ruined too!” she piles on.

“Celestia help me,” he says, trying to ignore her looking out the window and seeing the tied up sheets dangling from Appleblooms room. He then closes the drapes hiding the evidence from Applejack as she continues her tirade.

Elsewhere Applebloom arrived at the ominous club, Flanksworth. She looks up at the neon sign and then over at a line that is quite long and stretches for nearly a mile. Hoping that her good looks and southern esque charm could perhaps let her cut the line.

She walks up to the bouncer who was a mare with an electric green coat, who stares at her with an icy cold intimidating stare.

“Hi is there a chance I could cut the line?” Applebloom asks putting on a big grin for emphasis.

“Hmmmm you seem a bit young got any Id?” The bouncer asks, raising her eyebrow at the farm pony.

“Of course, right, one second here…” Applebloom responds by digging through her purse to find her ID which she pulls out and hands to the bouncer who looks her up and down.

“Alright head through, I can make an exception for a fine piece of ass like you,” she says giving her a swat on the rear making Applebloom blush heavily as she enters the mysterious club.

Back at Sweet Apple Acres, Applejack after tearing Big Mac a new behind verbally. She heads upstairs to talk to Applebloom.

“Applebloom?” she knocks on her sisters door. “Look I wanna talk!” she states not hearing a response from her. “Look don’t be like this I wanna talk to you, so Imma coming in,” Applejack says, grabbing hold of the doorknob and twisting it open only to find the room empty.

She looks around and sees the makeshift bed sheet rope and on the floor the business card for Flanksworth.

“Ah fuck,” Applejack says.