{pov you care package}

Apple Bottom woke up with a headache. It wasn’t just from the medication he was supposed to take, nor was it just the weight of his thoughts pressing down on him. The voices had kept him up all night—Apple Split had raged, while Apple Bottom had tried to hold on to the few bits of sanity he had left. Apple Split had been demanding, urging him to indulge in his desires. Apple Bottom, however, had been too exhausted and overwhelmed to comply.

When he finally stood up and looked into the mirror, he hardly recognized himself. The reflection staring back was a stallion torn between two forces: one wanting to indulge in every lustful urge and the other wanting to escape the confusion and chaos. His eyes were tired, red-rimmed from lack of sleep, but his face showed a strange mix of determination and uncertainty.

Care Package's Arrival:

By late morning, after spending hours stewing in his thoughts, Apple Bottom heard the familiar sound of hooves approaching the farm. He knew it was Care Package before he even saw him. His heart began to race in a way that confused him. Care Package had that strange effect on him, making his chest ache with both desire and something more complicated—something darker.

Care Package was standing at the front gate of Sweet Apple Acres, holding a package in his hooves. His usual expression of calm and controlled distance was replaced with something else—perhaps an unease Apple Bottom had never noticed before. His dark side, the one Apple Bottom had grown attracted to, seemed to be lurking just beneath the surface.