Marshmallow Fillying

Joe started scanning the upstairs area for this “large machine” that Rarity needed assistance with. he was highly suspicious that there might not actually be a machine up there that required jamming, but he thought he should still look anyways.

Rarity called out from her bedroom. “Oh Joe dahling. I’m waiting. I really need your help in here.”
Joe took one last nervous look towards the downstairs before trotting into Rarity’s abode. “Oh, and Joe? make sure you close the door behind you”

Joe slowly closed the door behind him as he entered the room, and he began to nervously sweat as he turned around to reveal the sight of Rarity voluptuously spread out on her bed and gazing seductively into Joe’s eyes.

“So...er, you said you needed help *gulp* jamming something?”

“Please Joe, no need to be so coy. Sweetie Belle is downstairs, there’s no need for us to continue this little charade of ours.”

“W-what do you mean Miss Rarity?”

“*sigh* I guess there’s no more beating around the bush now is there? So I’m just going to come out and say it: Joe, I do believe that I am most infatuated with you and I would greatly appreciate it if you would partake in coitus with me.”

“Uhh....What?”

Rarity rolled her eyes. “I think you’re a wonderful, handsome stallion, and to be frank, I think we should have sex. Now.”

Joes eyes were wide with surprise. “Why Rarity I- I’m flattered. That such a beautiful pony such as yourself would even give a pastry chef such as myself the time of day is shocking enough, but this? I don’t even know what to say about this.”

“Well that’s one of the great things about sex dear: If it’s with the right pony, you don’t need to say anything at all.” Rarity pulled back the covers on her bed and invitingly patted the mattress. “Now why don’t you join me? I promise that I’ll be gentle...” Rarity never broke eye contact with Joe as she slowly ran a hoof up and down her waist and flank. “...and I assure you that i can be quite the generous lover.”

Joe hesitantly started trotting towards the bed. Rarity is a beautiful mare...and I would certainly be considered lucky to be in a relationship with her...maybe...maybe it’s time that I settle down...maybe we’ll fall in love...maybe we get hitched...maybe she’ll move in with me in Canterlot along with-
Joe stopped dead in his tracks, which just happened to be with one hoof already placed on the bed.

“Rarity, I-I can’t do this. I’m sorry.”

Rarity’s quickly adjusted her pose to a sitting position. “What? But why ever not?” Rarity’s voice seemed almost panicky, but mostly just hurt. “Is it something I’ve said? Is it something I’ve done? Is there anything I can do?” Rarity voice was almost desperate sounding.

“It’s got nothing to do with you. You’re wonderful, attractive, and any stallion in Ponyville would be lucky just to be in the same room as you! It’s just that...Well, ya see...I think that there’s somepony else.”

Rarity’s eyes began to water. “O-oh. I see. Well frankly I’m not too surprised. A pony like you could get any mare that he wanted; Probably wasn’t hard for you to find somepony better than me in Canterlot anyways.” Tears began to flow down Rarity’s face like a broken faucet.
“Oh Celestia! I’m so embarrassed. I probably seemed like some “country bumpkin” in comparison to those high society ponies you live with. I should have never even thought that I had a chance with you. I’m so sorry, please just forget I even asked.”

Joe placed a hoof on Rarity’s shoulder “Oh come on now Rarity. Where you’re from has nothing to do with it. If it makes you feel any better, I think you’re more beautiful than any ol’ mare from Canterlot”

Rarity’s water works dried down a little. “ *sniff* Don’t patronize me Joe, I’ve lost enough dignity as it is.”

Joe put on his best reassuring smile. “Sorry about that. But to be honest, the pony that I feel for lives here in Ponyville, not Canterlot.”

“Really? Well do I know her?”

Joe’s smile faded and his eyes shifted to the side. “Well...yeah. you do. you’ve known her for a while now actually...”

“Oh Joe, you absolutely must tell me who!? I can come to terms with the fact that you found somepony prettier, but please, I - I just want to know who...I just...”

“Celestia no! There’s no possible way that I could tell you that! Not no way, not no how!”

“Please Joe, I-but...*sigh* I guess thats a bit too personal now isn’t it? I’m sorry again Joe. I’ll just...I’ll just go for a walk i suppose. A long walk, I *sniff* need to be alone for awhile now. And...If you're not still here when I return...I’ll understand completely.”

Rarity, with her head turned down and looking at the ground, made her way out the door, down the stairs and into the Kitchen.

“Sweetie Belle, I’m going to go out for a while now. I’ll most likely not be back until very late. Do you think you can handle dinner and going to bed on your own? Or should I send you over to Applebloom’s for the night?”

Sweetie didn’t even look up from her drawing. “Don’t worry, I’ll be just fine. Besides, it’s not like i’ll be alone, I have Joe here to keep me company!”

Rarity smiled just ever so slightly. “Yes. I suppose you're right. Or should I say hope?” On that note Rarity left her boutique, leaving just Sweetie Belle and Doughnut Joe alone with each other for the night.