• Published 25th Aug 2013
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An Apple A Day - Esle Ynopemos

A collection of thirthy-minute short stories about the rootinest, tootinest farm-filly this side of the Everfree. There'll be a chapter a day for thirty days. I ain't no fancy arithmeticker, but that adds up to a whole month of good, health

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21: A Doubled Date [Romance]

((Prompt: Awkward double dates.))

Applejack reached for her hat. Another orange hoof reached for it at the same time. She glanced up into a mirror of her eyes.

She withdrew her hoof. “You can wear it. I'll find the one Rarity made.”

Applejack's double shook her head. “No, you should wear it. I'll make do.”

Applejack opened her mouth to protest, but a knock at the door downstairs stopped her. With a sigh, she took the hat, settling it onto her head as she trotted down the stairs and opened the door.

There stood Twilight. She was beautiful. Her dress swept across her back from one wing to the other, and a gleaming pendant hung from her horn. Rarity must have helped her with her mane, because it was stunning.

Applejack moved to embrace her, but then she remembered herself. “Uh, are you number one or two?” she asked.

“One,” Twilight replied. “Two is finishing things at the library. She'll meet us at the restaurant.”

Applejack's ears sank half an inch. She showed Twilight inside. “Your Applejack is still upstairs gettin' ready. Go ahead an' have a seat.”

It didn't take the other Applejack much longer to get ready—she was Applejack, after all. In a few minutes' time, the three of them met up with the second Twilight and they headed into the restaurant.

“The reservation should be under 'Sparkle,'” Twilight number two told the maitre d'.

His brows quirked in confusion. “Of course, Princess, but... the reservation is for two.”

Twilight glanced at her three companions. “Magical accident,” she explained. “Is it a problem?”

He shook his head. “No, no problem at all. I will see if we can free up something.”

“Ain't no need to ask ponies to give up their seats for us,” said Applejack. “We're all right comfy with one another. We can all squeeze onto one table.”

The maitre d' looked to Twilight. “Are you sure? I am certain they would be happy to make room for such esteemed guests as yourselves.”

Twilight smiled. “Just move two extra chairs to our table, please.”

“Of course.”

The table was more than a little cramped. Applejack's doppelganger kept elbowing her in the side, and Twilight number one had to levitate her plate in front of herself because it wouldn't fit on the table.

Twilight One sighed, prodding at her steamed spinach. “I can fix this. I promise.”

Her Applejack glanced up at her. “I know you can, Twi. But didn't we agree not to talk about that tonight?”

Twilight Two took a sip of water. “That's right. We've been planning this night since long before this happened. Tonight is about us.”

One gave them a tired smile. “You're right.” She leaned across the table and gave her Applejack a peck on the lips. “I love you, Applejack.”

Applejack leaned forward and did the same for Two. “I love you too, sugarcube.”

She sat back in her chair, taking a short glance around the room. Everypony in the restaurant was trying very hard not to look like they were staring. She chuckled. “It's like they never seen a princess an' a farmer double-datin' with clones of 'emselves before!”

Twilight One clapped a hoof over her muzzle and snorted. Their table broke into loud guffaws.

The other Applejack slapped her knee. “Hay,” she said, “I ain't never considered a foursome!”

“Applejack!” Two swatted her with her wing.

Applejack wiped a tear from her eye, and raised her glass. “Happy anniversary,” she said.

The other three clinked their glasses. “Happy anniversary,” they agreed.