Movie nights were always something Butter loved, ever since he was young. He would often times disappear on the weekends after school into the local cinema and not be seen until classes resumed. Even Applejack had been drawn into his small passion back then; many fond moments of the two friends in darkened theaters, sharing drinks and popcorn, were still fresh in her mind. Since entering into a serious relationship with Applejack though, he hadn’t really wanted to go as often as he used to. He wouldn’t admit it to Applejack, but she was the reason why he had been spending more time at the barn, rather than down at the local screening house. She was already insecure enough about her size and the recent growth up to sixteen feet tall hadn’t helped matters one bit. Since her clothing earlierhad provento be on their last legs, or unwearable altogether, she had taken to walking around in the nude while at home. Rarity also had apologized upon returning, as while she was more than willing, her rolls of cloth had all been used while attending Fashion Week. It would take a few more days for the latest shipment to arrive, especially since the amount had been increased to attend to her friend’s ever-growing need. So Applejack never went outside of the barn and strict instructions had been given to folks that if they wanted to enter, they had to knock first. That gave her enough warning to get ready in her slowly disintegrating clothes, and greet whoever wanted to get in. She gave Butter a secret knock though, which told her that it was him and not some stranger, so there was no real reason to get changed. Truthfully, she was a little uncomfortable about being around Butter whilst nude, after all, it wasn’t like they were both doing it. Butter had offered to strip and join her in the comfort of nudity, but Applejack had turned him down each time. This in turn left Butter feeling uncomfortable himself, just not for the same reasons.

Enough was enough though; to Butter, Applejack was the most stunning creature on the planet, nay,the universe. It was time she realised that even though she was steadily outgrowing the town, maybe even the country, she could never outgrow him and his love. Nor would she be confined to the barn any longer. It was time to start building up that confidence, just like he had done when they were younger. The first step was reigniting one of his passions and that was going to the screening house for whatever the latest blockbuster was at the moment. She could refuse if she wanted to, but she was going out to see something even if he had to drag her himself. Or perhaps get Twilight’s help, considering the size difference. The day was already halfway through as Butter strolled down the path towards the barn to meet with Applejack. If ever there was a time to be going, now would be one of the prime times. People would be settling down to eat their lunch, whether at home or at a restaurant, The point being the amount of folks out on the streets would be at a minimum; perfect for taking your self-conscious girlfriend out and about. The only other time was a little later on at night, where the darkness would be able to hide their presence. Naturally, he wanted to go to the earlier one so that she didn’t have anything to hide behind; it was just the two of them showing the rest of the world that she had nothing to worry about.

As he arrived at the barn, he knocked on it in his unique way, paused for a few seconds, then slid the door open and walked inside. Applejack lay sprawled out on the sofa like she did recently, peeking her head up as Butter walked in. Her legs hung lazily over the end of the sofa, almost touching the floor. Given a couple more days and it was certain that they would. It took a great deal of Butter’s internal strength to not cup one of her feet in his hands and give her a little massage while he informed her of his plan. It was something that he often got too wrapped up in, and if he started now, he’d surely reveal his plan much later in the day instead. So he steeled himself and walked around to the front of the couch, where Applejack lay in all her orange glory. The sofa was beginning to curve in the middle, where her oversized butt had sat for most of the day lately. He looked up towards her face, knowing that she would be looking down at him. Not that he could be certain; her face was obscured by her breasts, so the only thing he could really see was her beautiful wheat blonde hair.

“Howdy hun.” Her voice came from above, letting him know she indeed saw him.

“Hey Applejack. I think I have something fun we should do.” Butter began.

Applejack sat up, giving him an eyeful that left him briefly speechless. She stared down at Butter while absentmindedly tucking some hair back behind her ear. “What’d ya have in mind?”

“Well, I haven’t been to the movies lately, and I was thinking you and I could today. Right now in fact.” He smiled. “It’ll just be like old times, what do you think?”

Immediately Applejack’s expression turned down and she shuffled in her seat. “A-Ah dunno, Sugahcube. Ah’ve not been feeling good lately. A-Ah think it’s best if ah jus’ stay here…”

“You’ve been here for days.” He argued, reaching out to put a hand on her knee. He had to reach just above his head to do so, which unfortunately reminded her of just how big she’d grown. Seeing her react negatively, he pulled back and instead let some of his hopefulness shine through. “I don’t mind spending time in the barn with you, but I think we could both afford a nice time out. With clothes on and everything.” Seeing her bite her lip, he clasped his hands together and prayed. “Please?”

Applejack sighed, caving finally. “Alright, alright Sugahcube, let me git mah clothes on an’ we can go. Ah swear though, th’ firs’ sign o’ trouble an’ ah am gone.”

Butter nodded knowingly and rested against the sofa, giving her a little privacy whilst she changed, though whatever peeked over the top of the sofa was fair game. He could lose himself in those perfect emerald eyes and freckled face for hours, and that smile? To die for. A smile from Applejack could turn around even the worst day for Butter; it just made him feel at ease with everything. On the other side, Applejack did her best to slip into her jean shorts and checkered shirt.Her last pair of work clothes were certainly reaching their end. Shoes had also become something of a difficult choice for Applejack these days, as the only pair she had were those that fit her when she was 12 feet tall. Now they were somewhat of a tight squeeze, so much so that she decided to go barefoot most days. Usually it meant that Butter had a job to do when she got back with helping her get clean again. For social occasions such as this though, barefoot meant she would end up getting asked to leave a lot of places, mostly restaurants. Still, not wanting to ruin Butter’s night before it began she chose to wear her boots, and suffer through the fact that her toes were all but crushed against the inside. She stepped over to the barn door and waited for Butter to catch up, smirking as he jogged on over. She opened the door and stepped out with Butter, ready to see what the evening had in store for them.

The trek into town went smoothly; nobody was around and Applejack seemed to be calming down nicely from earlier worries. Even Ponyville itself seemed oddly quiet. Butter had at least expected there to be some people sitting outside at the restaurants, or one or two people passing through the streets doing some shopping. Applejack figured that Butter had simply just paid off a few people to make sure that there was as little traffic around as there possibly could be. She didn’t question Butter on the situation, instead finding it sweet that he would do such a thing for her, not knowing that he had no part in it whatsoever. The two arrived at the cinema and encountered the first problem of the day: Applejack was too big to fit into the place at standing height. The doorframe came up as far as her stomach, leaving her with the embarrassing option of needing to duck down onto her hands and knees and crawl inside. Butter looked up at her pleadingly, hoping that she would take advantage of the lack of people and allow herself to look a little silly, in aid of the greater good.

A quick glance over her shoulder at the empty streets and Applejack begrudgingly got down on her hands and knees. Butter followed behind her, resisting several urges the position he was in invoked while watching. Once inside Butter took the lead, walking up to the ticket desk and asking what things were due to begin showing in the next few minutes. The clerk, wearing an expression that told Butter he would rather have been elsewhere, casually pointed to a poster for ‘Blazing Saddles’. His eyes did light up when Butter asked for two seats though, casting a suspicious glance at the hunched Applejack. Butter looked back at Applejack and sighed, repeating his request and stating that he’d brought his own. The clerk looked ready to ask him what he meant by ‘brought his own’, but decided he wasn’t being paid enough for such questions. Butter handed over the relevant bits, at a significant mark up from what they would usually be, and received two tickets for his troubles. He led Applejack to the side of the desk, down to a tunnel where each of the screens would leave off from. Butter handed over the tickets and the pair ventured into the tunnel towards their relevant screen.

They had been put in screen five, the biggest room that the complex offered, no doubt the clerk’s idea of a joke. Butter held the door open as wide as it could possibly go, to give Applejack the best chance of getting inside. For the most part she was successful; there were one or two times that Butter had to abandon door duty and instead offer himself up to squeeze Applejack’s rump through. He could feel the blush burning through her body, even from as low down as he was. With a soft ‘pop’, she passed into the theatre, pressing up against a wall to allow Butter entrance. Once again Butter took the lead, using the tickets to find the seats they had bought. It turned out the clerk had given them seats that were right in the middle of the rest, the ones famous for their leg room. Someone was clearly trying to hint that someone out of Applejack and Butter needed the extra space, and it wasn’t hard to see who. He allowed Applejack to take her seat first, unsurprisingly finding it hard to keep herself confined to one seat. The armrest between the two creaked as her butt flowed over it, her weight causing it to cry out in agony. Even with her placed in the middle she still was threatening to take up the two seats besides theirs as well, so wide were her hips, a wisecrack Butter thought but wisely kept to himself. She placed her legs over the seats in front and leant back on the two she was occupying. Once she settled, Butter climbed up onto her lap and sat himself down atop her body.

Applejack placed a palm over Butter and pressed him into her stomach, to which Butter nuzzled into her fingers with his head. The lights were already dimmed, but the pair knew that the other was smiling at their respective actions. The trailers for other things that were going to show started playing on the screen, illuminating the room. Applejack and Butter were treated to a series of informative pieces about upcoming screenings, including one that was most interesting. It was called ‘Hutopia’, a film that was certainly one for the youths, if the crazy looking characters and frantic comedy was anything to go by. Butter seemed interested though; Applejack could feel his little heart beating faster in his chest as he got excited by it. The reverse could be said for Butter; he felt Applejack’s belly expand and contract rapidly, along with an increase in heart rate, when the trailer for ‘Down on the Farm’ came on. Trust her to get excited over something that seemed to accurately reflect her own life. Butter chuckled softly at that, getting a gentle press of her palm in reply. The two sat quietly as the rest of the trailers cycled past and the main feature began. Applejack wriggled in her seats a little bit, trying to work into a position where she was more comfy. They responded by creaking loudly before the armrest split off under her weight, dropping her fully onto the two chairs. The sudden drop of more than a foot startled the couple, until the new groans of the actual seat cushion began to fill the air, along with the two side armrests. Looking over to the sides, he couldn’t see for sure but knew that her expansive sides were indeed overflowing even those, just like he’d thought earlier. Applejack’s body grew a little hotter, telling him that she was blushing in confirmation. Again, wisely, he kept shut and simply tried to watch the movie.

The feature got five minutes in before their experience was interrupted.

“Hey! Down in front!”

Butter looked up at Applejack, who remained entirely focused on the feature and not the jerk behind her trying to get her attention.

“Hey, what are you deaf? I can’t see the screen, move it!”

The grinding of Applejack’s teeth was very evident to Butter; he could almost hear it over the loud feature. She was trying so hard not to respond and Butter applauded her for it. She just needed to be reassured that what she was doing was the right thing. He placed his palm on top of her hand and rubbed it back and forth. It was all he could see to do to have her calm down; he could try some of the more private matters, but this was neither the time nor the place. The grinding lessened a little bit thanks to Butter’s intervention, but she was still very much dwelling in anger. Thankfully, the second jibe was the last for a long time. The only problem was that it didn’t last the entire length. By the time the film was around halfway completed, the person behind them found a new way to annoy them. They began throwing popcorn from their bucket onto Applejack’s hat, as though she were the basket in a very unusual game of basketball. The popcorn pitter-pattered against the rim of her hat, some of it collecting and the rest falling off. Applejack could feel each piece bouncing on her head, giving her the impression that it was raining indoors. Butter only began to clue on the occurrence once some pieces started to fall down from overflow onto him. He looked up, concern on his face, but he couldn’t read her expression from this angle.

When one piece finally flicked her ear, Applejack had enough. She could take the jibes, but the constant tapping on her head with the darn popcorn was more than she could take. It was like torture. Lifting Butter up and placing him to her left, Applejack rose to her feet, the seats creaking back into their correct places as she stood. The armrest fell into Butter’s lap, courtesy of the crack of Applejack’s butt once she turned to face her attacker. The one who had been pestering her all night was notably still and quiet, awed by the sheer size that Applejack stood at. Even Applejack felt a little bit shocked at what she saw. Instead of some big, dumb jock-like character, what she found was a fairly weak looking individual; very overweight, and a blemished complexion around thick bottle glasses. He made Applejack look even more like the picture of health just by being in her presence, with her toned muscular stomach in comparison to his low hanging pudgy one being just one of many improvements Applejack had. She was about to launch into a tirade about why he was wrong for doing what he was doing and how she had taken enough flak from people these days. How she was just the same as everyone else and was doing her best to deal with a world that wasn’t made for her. Yet, she just couldn’t; this wasn’t the right person to take that out on. He was just the wrong person at the right time. Instead, she dropped to her knees and crawled back out, popping the doors off their hinges on her way out. Butter stared after her for a time, stunned by her sudden departure. He finally stood to chase after her, but paused in the walkway after only one row.He turned toward the jerk who had caused all of this, and marched over to him with the broken armrest in hand. The fat idiot watched, eyes wide; even if Butter wasn’t the most physically fit specimen, he was still tall enough and angry enough to be intimidating. However, instead of violence, he grabs ahold of the other ponies drink and popcorn, before dumping it all over the jerk’s head. Once both were empty, he chucked the armrest into his lap and raced out after Applejack, hoping that she hadn’t gotten too far. He found her sitting just outside the screening house, on a bench that was already bending inwards under her weight. To his relief she wasn’t crying, but there were audible sniffles.

Butter walked over, and since she was taking up the whole bench, placed a hand on her thigh and leaned in. “Hey AJ, you okay?” He asks softly.

“Sugahcube…ah, well, ah jus’…don’ think ah belong here anymore.” She says morosely.“Ah wus better in tha barn - ain’t no-one t’ yell at me in there.”

“You’re not really letting that guy get to you, are you? I doubt he even has two braincells to rub together after seeing what he looks like. Besides, everyone’s just taking a little time to adjust.” Butter flinches a moment later, as he can see her face turn sour and bitter.

“Oh yeah? An’ what happens when they don’ adjust? D’ ya expect me t’ go through life on mah own, jus’ pretendin’ that ah don’ get funny looks wherever ah go?” She scoffs.

Butter scoffs back. “Alone? Who said anything about that? You’ve got me and believe me - I’m not going anywhere Applejack. Even if we were to wake up tomorrow and you were wearing the barn as a hat, I’d still be by your side. Or, perhaps I’d be under your foot or butt…er, you get my meaning.” He blushes, but it gets a little giggle from the big mare. “Look, if you want to leave and go to the barn for a bit to cool off, I’m fine with that. I have a few things I need to finish up here anyway.”

Applejack smiled and pulled Butter into a crushing hug. His words meant so much to her; they didn’t take away the pain and heal it like some magical plaster, but they certainly eased the storm that was raging inside her head. The feeling was somewhat mutual with Butter as well. He could support her all he liked, but ultimately, it would be her decision whether or not she decided to stick around or whether she chose to find somewhere a little more suited to her unique situation. He only hoped that by constantly being by her side would be enough to have her stay around. The hug ended and Applejack stood up, letting Butter down before she did so.

“Thank ya, Sugahcube.” She said softly, walking off past him.

“Hey, Applejack?” She pauses, turning to look back.“I really enjoyed this date.” Butter smirked as he caught sight of the blush on her cheeks as she nervously walked her way back towards the barn. Once she was out of sight, Butter walked in the complete opposite direction, heading deeper into town.

Six hours later, Butter returned to the barn, surprised to find Applejack still dressed in her usual clothes, as opposed to being nude. When Butter got up a little closer though, it was clear to see why she had opted to stay clothed this time. After the strain put on it today, it had finally begun to at last wear out. Tears had appeared in both the seat of the jeans and along her thighs, leaving flecks of orange and red littered amongst the blue. Her shirt had torn all along the left side, giving those that viewed it from such a location a glimpse of her breast from the side. She didn’t seem to be too bothered about it; the exhaustion had likely left her uncaring, as she even seemed to be idly poking and pulling at the holes, making them bigger. He wondered if she was planning to wear them until they fell to pieces.

Butter was here to fix whatever negative feelings that she might be having though, not enjoy himself. Walking over, he climbed onto the couch and gently tugged on her hand, not speaking up even as she turned to him curiously. Coaxing her to stand and follow, he kept a hand on whatever body part was closest at the time andguided her out into the nighttime air. Applejack was quick to try and cover herself up with her other free arm, but upon seeing that Butter was leading her deeper into the orchard, relaxed a little, already knowing that there wouldn’t be anyone out here to see her.

Butter took her deep into the North field, where the trees and distance from town would completely shield her from public sight. Completely in the dark, she found it difficult to know whether or not to be excited or unsure about what was to come. Butter’s first idea of the day hadn’t exactly been a win-win for her, but she had faith that this would be better. They passed into the open field at the back of the orchard and Applejack nearly wept at what she saw. Butter’s ‘errands’ for the day hadn’t been the typical sort of thing she had expected, which had been evident the moment he showed up from the lack of groceries. Instead he had arranged something much better. Sitting alongside the orchard, in front of a large projection screen, were all of her friends. Rarity, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Twilight and Rainbow Dash. Each one was seated on a large blanket, alongside a multitude of different foods and drinks. Rarity had brought a familiar couch, Twilight a book, and Rainbow Dash had brought herself, with Pinkie bringing the food and Fluttershy bringing their pets. There was another large mat leading off the back of the first that had been left empty. It didn’t take a genius to work out that this one was meant for Applejack and Butter. The two took their seats on the mat, and for a moment entertained themselves with Winona who had bounded over immediately to lick at Butter’s face, prompting a fit of giggles from the girls. Once she was nestled on a corner of the mat, Butter signaled Twilight, who smiled and lit her horn. A simple bit of magic and the screen before them was illuminated with the very same projection they had been treated to back at the screening hall. Applejack inhaled sharply, eyes wide in wonder.

“How did ya…”

“I have my ways.” Butter replied slyly, a smug smile on his face. Looking back and up at her, it shifted into a warm one that had her heart pounding.“You just watch this, completely distraction free and, if I might add, in some of the best company you’ll ever have.”

Applejack pulled Butter into her chest, hugging him at a level that would crush anyone else if not prepared. He wasn’t opposed to her actions, but he did squirm and writhe to let her know that he wanted to be turned around. Applejack, getting the hint, turned him around, holding him aloft in her grip like a teddy bear. Nestled snuggly into her bosom, Butter listened for the beat of her heart again, this time finding it to be even more frantic than before. She was surging with emotions: happiness, sadness, excitement and surprise. Butter couldn’t tell which was the one she was actually feeling, but he hoped that it was only good things. In truth he couldn’t be more right. Whilst Applejack had been seriously contemplating finding herself somewhere new to live, Butter had just given her reason enough to hang about. He’d reminded her that she had dear friends here, who would be there for her no matter. He’d also shown just how far he was willing to go to stay with her too. She hadn’t really thought about how her condition might affect him, even if there had certainly been instances in the past that had been a cause for concern. Yet, Butter was always ready to simply brush them off and continue on as normal. Even when she had spent the night lounging on top of him without her knowledge, he had treated it as more of a treat than anything that could have been tragic. Which perhaps wasn’t as altruistic as some of his other actions, but still.

Clearly Butter was more ready for her situation than she was. He had plans for her that would ease it for her and the residents together. Making this little private screening was evidence of that. If she couldn’t fit inside, or quietly enjoy a public screening, then he was going to bring it to her. Together they were a team that was capable of overcoming every problem her condition threw at them. Whether it was through little things like this private screening, or through getting positive reinforcement from her friends and close acquaintances. They were in it for the long haul, and, as they settled down to watch the screening that had been so rudely interrupted earlier, that was what counted the most. She gave Butter a little pat on the head and lowered her arms a little, allowing him to rest in her lap, his back resting against her muscular stomach. She turned her attention to the screen and began to watch, smirking as she felt several tiny kisses against her stomach. Perhaps she could think of something she could do for him, once the film was over and they were back home in return.