//------------------------------// // Saturday Night - Part One: The Anniversary // Story: Our Little Clementine // by MaxBeezy //------------------------------// Today is the day; the anniversary of Matthew Williams-Apple and Applejack Williams-Apple. This was a day the two have been looking forward to for a few months now, as they enjoy spending a night alone, without any distractions to keep them from each other. That’s not to say that they don’t love Clementine’s company, but sometimes adults need some…alone time, to say the least. Much like last year, Pinkie Pie has opted to foalsit Clementine at her place, the famous bakery known as Sugarcube Corner, which also doubles as her place of residence on the second floor. Clementine loves hanging out with the eccentric member of the Pie family, and possible fourth cousin (twice removed) from the Apple family, finding that anything can happen in the company of the pink maned baker, so knowing that she was going to spend time with her for the day made her jump for joy. Applejack takes her over to Sugarcube Corner, with Clementine holding a sack of essentials for the night, such as a toothbrush, some shampoo in chase she needs a bath, and her own special pillow that she loves to carry around, should they spend a night or two in a place that is not their home. She is insistent that her pillow is the most comfortable in Equestria, and refuses to part with it during their trips. “Ya sure ya got everythin’?” Applejack asks her, “Ah don’t want ya to forget somethin’ important.” “Ah got everythin’ ah need, Mom.” Clementine responds with confidence, “No need to go back home.” “Alright, sugarcube. Was just makin’ sure, is all.” she pats Clementine on the mane. “Excited to hang with Aunt Pinkie for the night?” “Of course!” Clementine says excitedly, “Pinkie Pie is mah favorite aunt! Just…” she begins to whisper, “Just don’t tell the other aunts. They might get jealous.” “Ah won’t, honey.” Applejack chuckles, “Pinkie Pie is a fun one. Ah ain’t surprised that ya think she’s great. Makin’ all them sugary treats…” her face of remembrance for those wonderful pastries turns into a slightly serious look, “Just remember not to eat too many sweets. Don’t want ya rampagin’ like a mad filly like ya did last time.” “Ah know…” Clementine thinks back to the time she ate a wagon full of sugary snacks and pastries during a premiere event of Transformares 5, where they and many of their friends were invited by Trixie, after making up to them for not bringing them to the premiere of the fourth film. Clementine was bounding around during the after party, hopped up on sugar, briefly frightening lead actor Silver Screen, who ran around the party to avoid being tackled by the excitable filly, after she said there was something wrong with his eyes, and offered to fix it with her hooves. She then crashed into director Michelin Hay’s entourage of fashion model mares, and passed out soon after. It’s a day that all look back on with amusement…except for Clementine. “Can’t believe that was shown on Access Applewood.” Clementine grumbles, “Ah more than learned mah lesson when it comes to treats.” After trotting into Ponyville, with a few welcomes and good mornings from various citizens, the two make it to Sugarcube Corner, where it seems like a busy day, from the look of the small crowd that it waiting for their cakes, muffins, and other assorted goodies. Applejack and Clementine politely go through the crowd, assuring them that they are only there to see Pinkie Pie and nothing else. At the end of the line, Pinkie Pie, with her signature expression of bouncy happiness, stands at the register, performing transactions with great efficiency. She glances over to see Applejack and Clementine waving to her, prompting her to respond with a manic and wild wave of excitement. “HI, YOU TWO!!!” Pinkie screams as if they’re far away, but they are merely five feet away from her. Their ears flap downwards to shield their eardrums from the verbal assault. “Ooops, sorry…” she blushes, “Was a bit noisy earlier today, and had to raise my voice.” “It’s alright, Pinkie.” Applejack chortles, “Here to drop off little Clementine for the sleepover.” “Oh, boy!” Pinkie claps her hooves mid-transaction, “This is gonna be fun!” she finishes the transaction with the patiently waiting colt. “We’re gonna play games, watch movies; OOH! OOH! I can also teach you to bake, this time!” “Really?” Clementine’s eyes beam. “Yep! I think you’re ready!” Pinkie nods. “I’ll help you with anything you want! Pies, cakes, CUPcakes…you name it!” “YES!” Clementine hops in place, “This is going to be the best night ever!” “Well, sounds like ya two are gonna have a fun filled night.” Applejack grins, “I’ll see ya two tomorrow.” Applejack leans down, kissing Clementine on the forehead, “Have a good night, sugarcube.” “You too. I’ll see ya.” Clementine waves, as Applejack leaves the establishment. Applejack slowly walks back home, thinking of the night that’s in store for her and her husband. Matt has always been one for old school romantic gestures, while Applejack is more in the mood for certain…activities. This time, she has something in mind that she hopes will garner a positive response from her goofy beau. She makes it to the house within a good amount of time, despite her more subdued and deliberate pace. The sun hasn’t yet set, as it is only mid-day, and the house that they live in looks positively wonderful and peaceful in the afternoon light. Applejack goes to the door, softly placing her hoof on the wood, and pushing it ever so slightly. The click of the doorframe is a small but noticeable sound, as the farmpony looks into the house, expecting to see Matt. However, before she can turn her head to the fully explore the area, a song comes on from the stereo in the living room. It’s a familiar tune; one that Matt loves to play. It’s a song from Matt’s homeworld, one that he discovered when he took Applejack to the movies during their third anniversary. It came from a science fiction film called “Guardians of The Galaxy,” which based on an obscure comic book. It caught on with the public however, and was a box office success. Its 80’s style soundtrack was a huge hit, and Matt immediately bought it the moment they left the theater. Now, whenever he’s in a dancing mood, he would always put on the tune “Hooked on a Feelin’” by Blue Suede. Much like his singing, he’s not the greatest dancer, but Applejack finds a certain charm to it. Applejack walks fully inside, as the tune begins to pick up. Looking in the living room, she sees Matt, dancing to the beat, shaking his behind and shoulders like he’s in a nightclub. Suddenly, as the lyrics kick up, he hurriedly turns around on cue, mouthing the words to the song like a badly lip-synched pop artist. Applejack smiles whilst shaking her head, closing the door slowly. She sits down on the couch, watching her husband continue his clumsily choreographed mating dance, before kneeling down, taking her into his arms, and making her join in on the fun. Matt ceases his lip synch, and joins in on his wife’s riotous laughter. Applejack presses her cheek against his chest, as the dance becomes slower, and far more romantic than it was minutes before. The music dies down, as it switches to another song. They are no longer in the dancing mood, though, and continue their embrace. “Happy anniversary.” Matt whispers into her ear. He then turns down the music with a remote he had in his pocket. “Happy anniversary.” Applejack whispers back, “Has it really been ten years?” “Yep. Time sure flies, huh?” he kisses her on the cheek, “Ten wonderful years. Here’s to ten more.” “More like twenty.” she chuckles, “Ya don’t think we’re gonna still be together in ten years?” “I didn’t say that…” Matt shakes his head, “Though I am known to be kind of a doofus, so if this isn’t going to work, it’s more than likely going to be my fault.” “How many times do ah have to tell ya that yer not a dummy? Yer a goofball; there’s a difference, ya know.” “Okay…” Matt chuckles, “Twenty years it is.” “Ah have ta say…ya haven’t aged a day, since ah first met ya.” she playfully prods at his stomach, “Ya have gotten a might fit, though.” It’s true. Ever since Matt entered the world of Equestria, his looks haven’t changed all that much. The only thing that has changed is his physique, due to his time at Sweet Apple Acres. Even at the age of 37, things like the beginnings of wrinkles and grey hairs are nonexistent. Matt attributes this to eating and exercising better than he ever did during his time in his dimension more than anything else. The younger Applejack cannot say the same about herself, as she has become more hypercritical of her looks. Matt continually refuses to believe that Applejack has lost a modicum of her beauty, looking at her every day as if he has seen her for the first time. “I can say the same about you.” he looks at her with all the love in his eyes, “You’re still as breathtaking as ever.” “But, ah ain’t as fit as ah once was. Before Clem, I’d been at the farm all the time. Now, it’s only half, and I’ve put on a bit of weight.” Applejack rubs her stomach, which is more cutely plump than the fat that she is suggesting. “Are you kidding?” Matt scoffs, “I like how you look. You look hot.” “Nearing his forties, and still actin’ like a teen.” Applejack laughs, “Never change.” “I don’t plan on it any time soon.” he smiles, “So, are you ready for today?” “It’s hard to be ready, when ah don’t know what we’re doin’.” Applejack giggles. “What are we doin’ exactly? Seeing your parents? Goin’ to the movies? Travelling to your dimension?” “I think we can keep it in Equestria this time.” Matt places a hand on her shoulder. “First, we’re going to have a nice little brunch over at the ITROT. Then, we’re heading over to the movies to see that Pegasus Sparks romance movie you’ve been wanting to see.” “A Trot To Remember?” Applejack gasps, “But ya don’t like Pegasus Sparks!” “Sure, but I’m not going to keep the love of my life from seeing stuff she wants to see. Besides, you put up with seeing those Transformers AND Transformares movies.” “But, ah like those.” “Okay…bad example. Um…” he thinks, “Expendables?” “Right, those movies about them two hundred year old folk blowin’ stuff up, while lookin’ their age.” she grimaces, “That’s a much better example.” “The point is you want to see this movie, I bought tickets for our favorite seats, and I cannot back out of it now!” Matt clenches his fist with declarative finality, “I just can’t!” “Okay, Mr. Dramatic.” Applejack pats his chest with a chuckle. “Anyways, we then finally head over to Canterlot, where I take you to one of their more decadent restaurants… The Fleur De Lis.” “Oh, ah haven’t been there in a LONG time! Not since our sixth anniversary.” Applejack remembers her visit to the popular restaurant fondly. They made a delicious Ahuizotl Salad that made her tastebuds dance and break into song because it was so good. Her pleasant and verbal reaction made Matt lean back from the table in shock, not expecting such a response. “I remember you saying how much you liked that place…” Matt uses the word ‘liked’ in a tone that suggests that he’s making a gargantuan understatement, “…and decided to go there again; if you can pardon my repetition.” “Nothin’ in the Anniversary Rulebook saying we can’t repeat things.” “There’s an Anniversary Rulebook? Did Twilight write it?” “I’m just kiddin’, Sugarcube.” she shakes her head. “By the way, we have to make sure ta be back home by nine.” “Implementing a curfew? But I’m thirty seven!” “No, silly. We have to be here by nine, so that I can give YOUR anniversary gift.” “Ooohh.” Matt is intrigued. “Why can’t I have it now?” “Nope. Have to wait until nine.” “Aw…oh, fine.” Matt pouts out his lips like a spoiled child, before moving on to a more excited expression. “Okay, then. Onwards…to our anniversary!” Their anniversary begins like Matt had planned it. They go over to the famous ITROT, known for its delicious breakfast entrées, but their lunch and dinner specials aren’t any slouches either. The two spend an hour or so in their seats, talking and telling jokes; like they always do. They reminisce about the last ten years of their lives together, looking fondly on the good, and the tougher times in their relationship. Anypony who glances over at them can see the human holding his wife’s hoof lovingly, caressing it with a thumb. Their happiness couldn’t be more powerful than it is now. Afterwards, they make their way over to the Ponyville Cineplex, famous for once having the popular movie star Silver Screen as its employee. The stallion’s face graces a few photos in the place, with all of them signed by him. Matt and Applejack remember their first meeting with the star, when Clementine chased him around. Despite the scary situation, the stallion was nice and polite, never giving off that air of a pompous, holier than thou persona. Even so, they can admit the five signed headshots in the lobby can be overkill. Once they got their popcorn and drinks, they watched the movie in a packed house; opening weekend and all. Like Matt predicted, A Trot to Remember was a melodramatic, soap opera style love story about two young ponies in love. It reminded him greatly of a similarly titled movie back in his world, but there were enough differences (despite the familiar sounding writer) to keep it from being an exact replica. The film was quite lengthy, almost as long as the onscreen relationship that was said to have lasted many years. Matt couldn’t help but be a tad bored at some points, especially when it got to extended scenes of the leads making googly eyes at each other. He doesn’t need to watch others do it; he does it himself. By the end however, things got misty eyed for everypony…and Matt, as the mare character suffers a life ending disease, and perishes five minutes before the credits rolled. Matt hears Applejack sniffling next to him, and he pulls her in closer, keeping her safe in his arms. When the film ends, everypony filed out of the theater. Much to Matt’s amusement, theater ushers were waiting outside, holding boxes of tissues for those who needed one. Applejack took one, much to her embarrassment, but Matt assured her that it was fine… while sneakily taking a tissue for himself. One slight trip back to the house for a little primping and dress up, and a train ride later, and the two make it to Canterlot, where they make it on time for their reservation for the Fleur De Lis. Applejack commented on the suits and dresses other ponies were wearing, and the two engaged in a little playful redubbing of the ponies having conversations from afar, making what they’re saying intelligible. For one couple Matt and Applejack pretended that the colt was pregnant, and trying to explain to the mare about how that happened. For another, the mare explains to a colt that she is into other mares, and the colt talks about how he’s into other colts, wondering why they’re having a date in the first place. Once the food arrived, jokes ceased, and they dug in. For them to say that they thought the food was wonderful would be putting things lightly. Matt’s tomato and avocado club sandwich made him close his eyes with a pleased hum, reveling in the tastiness of the meal, while Applejack’s repeat of the Ahuizotl Salad made her repeat the reaction she had last time, briefly distracting the other, more proper ponies of the restaurant. “That good, huh?” Matt asks with a chuckle. “Ya have to try this.” Applejack pushes the bowl over to him, “Ah think y’all feel the same way.” Matt looks down at the inviting salad bowl. Slowly he puts a fork into it, lifting up a nice helping of the meal. He puts it in his mouth, and before he even takes a bite, the various flavors swirl in his mouth, setting his tastebuds off like a multitude of grenades. “Oh…oh my Jesus Christ…” Matt gasps, “That’s fu….freaking amazing.” “And ya didn’t believe me.” “I never said that.” Matt smirks. “Yes ya did.” “No, I didn’t.” “Ya thought it.” “Okay…maybe I thought it.” He laughs, “But that did not disappoint.” He pushes the bowl back to her, allowing her to continue munching on the wondrous greens inside. “So, what’s waiting for us at the house?” “Ah don’t know.” Applejack teases, “How about ya finish up yer meal and find out?” “I don’t want to finish my meal quickly.” he motions to his big and incomplete sandwich, “Can’t risk getting a stomach ache for any possible fun.” “Very true. Yer gonna need yer energy for tonight.” “Okay, now I’m VERY interested as to what’s in store.” He leans in, “What is it? Did you get new lingerie? Trying something new? Do I have to prepare for whips and chains? What’s the safeword? I bet it’s Apple.” “Erm…no…none of that nonsense.” Applejack shakes her head, looking at her husband with a suspicious look. “Ya want to tell me somethin’, Matt?” “Well…there is something…” Matt reaches over, taking her hoof. “I don’t do romance. My tastes are very…singular. “ he tells her in a deep voice, “You wouldn’t understand.” “Enlighten me…” Applejack whispers in her best seductive voice. A pause between the two passes, until they both break out laughing, once again startling the ponies inside. “Oh god, I’m terrible.” Matt says between laughs, “I’m sorry.” “No, it was great.” Applejack tries to suppress her giggles, “But seriously, though…yer not gonna want any of that whips n’ chains stuff, right?” “No, of course not.” Matt waves his hands to accentuate the level of no that he’s expressing. “Good. Now eat your food, Mr. Grey. We have a schedule to keep.” “As you wish…Ms. Steele.” The two arrive back at the house at eight fifty seven; three minutes to spare from whatever is going to happen next. Upon closing the door, Matt wastes no time in getting Applejack in his arms, and bringing her to the couch, assaulting her with tons of kisses on her cheeks, lips, and neck. His hands travel along her coat and arms, and begins to remove the dress she wore to dinner. “Matt…” she pants, obviously not wanting the moment to end, but… “…no. It’s not time, yet.” “But, it’s almost nine. I don’t want to wait anymore.” “Matt, please…” she puts her forelegs on his chest, “Be patient. You only have a few more seconds until it’s time.” “What’s going to happen in a few more…” Before he can finish his question, a knock on the door is heard. As soon as Matt turns to look, Applejack is already off the couch and heading for the door. Applejack opens the door with a smile. “Right on time.” Applejack says, “Ah didn’t think you would show up right on cue.” “I figured it would be rude to show up late.” A familiar voice to Matt says, “Oh, my. Did I miss the party, already?” “No. He just got a little impatient. Come on in.” Applejack beckons the familiar voice inside. Matt watches as somepony that he’s familiar with walks into the living room. Tall, shapely, yet slender body, crooked horn, fangs, insect style wings, holed hooves, green eyes. Queen Chrysalis is in the house. “Hello.” Chrysalis greets with her signature fangy smile. “Um…hi.” Matt looks at her with confusion. “How’s it going?” “Pretty good. Yourself?” “Not bad. Having my anniversary with AJ.” “I see.” Chrysalis turns back to Applejack, “I’m surprised you were able to keep this secret from him.” “Ah surprise mahself sometimes.” Applejack chortles. “What secret?” Matt gets up from the couch, “What’s going on?” “Matt…don’t be mad…” she slowly walks up to him, “There’s something I want to try.” “Huh?” Matt tilts his head whilst cocking an eyebrow up, “What do you mean? Is Chrysalis going to make a cake for us to try?” “Sweet Celestia…” Chrysalis shakes her head, “I like you, Matt, but you can be really dense sometimes.” “It’s in my nature…” he chuckles before getting serious, “…but what do you want to try?” “Well…” Applejack blushes, “We’ve done a lot of things...together. Ya know…INTIMATE things…” her blush gets even redder, “…but there was one thing ah was curious about, but ah didn’t know what you would think.” “Uh-huh…” Matt slowly nods; his increasingly slow brain not putting things together. “So…is Chrysalis here as some kind of judge to that thing you want to try?” “No…she’s here to…um…participate…in the thing ah wanna try.” “Oh…” Matt nods, then… “I still don’t understand.” “Matt, she wants to try an intimate act that involves all three of us.” Chrysalis blurts out. Silence permeates the room, as Matt stands there with the blankest of looks on his face. His eyes glance back and forth to Applejack and Chrysalis. Applejack, with the red blush of embarrassment on her face, and Chrysalis, with a seductive and more than game nod for the night ahead. However, Matt’s brain still hasn’t registered the news. His brain plays out the Jeopardy theme in his head, piecing together what exactly is going to go down. When the theme song ends, and the lightbulb in his head goes off, he answers… “What’s a threesome?” “Are you kidding?!” Chrysalis yells. “Sorry!” Matt hits himself on the head, “I had the Jeopardy theme in my head! What I MEANT to say is…you want to try a threesome?” “Yes…” Applejack looks down at the floor, scratching at it with her hoof. “I’ve thought about it for a while, but ah didn’t know how to tell ya. So, ah decided ta surprise ya.” “Ah…” Matt nods in agreement of her decision, “So, you chose Chrysalis…” “Because she has some experience with you.” “Granted…” Chrysalis steps in, “It was spontaneous and wild experience…but experience nonetheless.” “I get you.” Matt scratches his chin. “Can you two excuse me for a moment?” “Uh…” Applejack looks at Chrysalis, who does the same. “Sure.” “Thanks.” Matt smiles, walking down the hall and into the bedroom. Applejack and Chrysalis hear the door shut, followed by silence. They turn to each other, shrugging as to what they think Matt is doing on the other side. “Are ya sure Celestia is okay with this?” “Of course.” Chrysalis nods, “I would have told you otherwise. You were right in my not offering to bring her along, though. Matt seems kind of…freaked out.” “Ah hope he’s not mad.” “Oh no, he’s not mad.” Chrysalis shakes her head, “I can read his eyes, he’s not mad in the slightest.” “Then, what is he then?” “I…um…don’t know. But it’s not mad.” The door to the bedroom opens, catching Applejack and Chrysalis’ attention. Matt walks out, looking like he just got out of a session of deep thought and meditation, despite only being in there for all of a minute. That blank expression continues to be plastered on his face, and he goes back to looking at Chrysalis and Applejack. “Okay, so…I made the bed.” he points back at the room, “I figured that was the first step. But…um…is there any kind of preparation I have to do before this, or do we jump right in?” “Oh for the love of…” Chrysalis’ horn glows, picking up Matt. “Woah! Hey!” Matt fumbles around in the air. “Applejack, are you ready to give your husband your anniversary present?” “Yes.” “Good. Let’s help him open it up.” The two rush Matt into the bedroom, as he still flails about in the air. He screams “Gah! I can walk, you know! Let me go! I need an adult!” as he grabs on to the doorframe. “WE ARE ADULTS!” Chrysalis and Applejack yell simultaneously. “Oh, right.” Matt realizes how dumb that sounded. “Continue, then.” He lets go of the doorframe, and is thrown onto the bed. The door slams shut, blocking any prying eyes away from the events on the other side.