Marshmallow Fillying

Joe began to wander Ponyville in a daze. His mind was filled with a wide plethora of understandably confusing thoughts and feelings. He traversed his way around the quaint little village for what seemed like hours until he was eventually called out of his stupor by a heavenly voice

“No! I’m not gonna jump! You guys pushed me way to high!”

In his aimless travels Joe had managed to work his way over to the local school yard where he heard the sweet and kind voice of none other than that innocent little filly Sweetie Belle. She was being pushed on the school’s swing set by a little orange pegesus pony and a golden yellow pony with a bright red bow in her hair.

Why did that happen? Pink Cloud has an AMAZING body. There is no denying that . What is with me? This never happens. I mean, she saw me with it when we were talking before…
Then it came to him.
That’s when I was thinking about…Sweetie Belle.

“C’mon Sweetie Belle just jump!”

“No way! You pushed me way too high Scootaloo! It’s scary.”

Sweetie Belle was clinging on to that swing for dear life, and Joe was trying his best not to laugh at this situation. He was however unable to stifle a wide smile at just the mere sight of his adorable little Sweetiebelle.

“Hey there Sweetiebelle! Long time no see!” Joe gave a bright smile and a nervous wave as he greeted his not so long lost companion.

“Mister Joe? Mister Joe!” Sweetie Belle jumped off of her swing and landed right in front of Doughnut Joe. “How do you like Ponyville so far Mister Joe? Isn’t it great?” asked the brightly grinning young pony.

“Er…yeah! It’s great! Everypony here is so friendly and kind!” Joe was fairly obviously lying through his teeth as he had not really been paying attention to any of the occurrences going around town, but thankfully none of the little fillies seemed to notice.

“Sweetie Belle, who’s this feller here that yer’ talking too? I aint ever seen him around town.” Inquired the golden yellow pony.

“Well this here is Mr. Doughnut Joe. I met him on the train ride back to Ponyville. He’s a real nice stallion. He talked with me the whole ride back. He even said that he’d help out by my big sisters business by selling some doughnuts out of her shop!”

“Speaking of which Sweetie Belle, I’m having a little bit of trouble finding your sisters shop. Would you mind terribly showing me the way,” Joe kindly asked.

“Well of course I don’t mind terribly! I mind very happily Mister Joe! I’ll see you girls later, I’m off to go show mister Joe to Rarity’s Boutique.” Sweetie Belle took Doughnut Joe by the hoof and began gleefully skipping towards the center of the town.

And for a brief period of time, Joe felt like he was in heaven. He was holding hooves with the most wonderful filly he had ever had the joy of meeting. No words needed to be spoken. Joe was simply enjoying the moment with his marshmallow soft, adorable, little Sweetie Belle.

After a few minutes of blissful joy, Joe and Sweetie Belle arrived at the Boutique. Sweetie Belle practically kicked the door in excitement and began to run off towards the upstairs. “Stay right there Mister Joe, I’ll be right back with a special surprise for you!”

“Shall do Madame.” Joe’s mind quickly began to race with ideas as to what this so called surprise could be. Would it be something tasty? Or maybe something to help him with his sales? Or maybe even something...dare he think it...dirty? He didn’t have much time to think about it, however, as another pony was soon standing in his presence.

“Ugh, Sweetie Belle, you could at least say hello next time you come in, and must you be so brash with my door!? You’ve scared Opal essence! And- oh my. Oh Sweetie Belle, who is this… rather dapper fellow standing on my doorstep?”

Doughnut Joe was taken back by the pony standing before him. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her coat was the same beautiful color as Sweetie Belle’s, and her mane was a brilliant shade of deep violet. She spoke with a refined voice that simply oozed dignity and commanded respect. And in addition to all of this, they had technically met before.

“Pleasure to re-make your acquaintance Miss…Rarity if I recall? You stopped by my Shoppe during the grand galloping gala did you not?”

“Why yes of course! I remember now! Your delicacies were simply outstanding! Charmed again, I’m sure,” Rarity said as she held out her hoof for Doughnut Joe.

Joe took Rarity’s hoof with his own, but when he shook it, it felt…odd. Rarity being Sweetie Belle’s sister, he had expected it to feel just as fluffy and soft as hers, but it felt cold and worn, whereas Sweetie’s felt warm and smooth. Here he was shaking hooves with this beautiful specimen of a pony, but all he could think about was Sweetie Belle.

“So what brings you to my Boutique Doughnut Joe? Have you come to update that bland wardrobe of yours? Why I have a beautiful apron that you would just look adorable in! Hold on, let me go check in the back!” Rarity excitedly began to trot off towards the room in the back of the building.

“Well hold on a minute there Miss Rarity, I’m not here to buy any clothing, exceptional though it may be. No, I rode all the way over to Ponyville with that cute little sister of yours, and she told me that you might be having a little bit of trouble with your sales. And I do believe that I can help you out with this minor problem of yours”

Rarity quickly blushed and looked bashfully down at her hooves. “You heard about that did you? Well I suppose sales have been a little…slow these…last couple of months. What exactly did you have in mind?”

“Well I’m not one to toot my own horn, but my doughnuts are the best dang doughnuts in all of Equestria! And if you would let me sell some of my doughnuts of your fine Boutique, I’m sure that your customers would practically double!”

Rarity’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Why Joe, that would be amazing! But I simply must insist that you wear one of my fine silk aprons! I know you said you didn’t need any, but it would do wonders for my shop if could promote some my wears.”

Joe nervously shifted his eyes away from Rarity. “I dunno Miss Rarity…I’ve worn this apron since I was just a little colt pushing around a rickety old doughnut stand. I would never dream of wearing another Apron. Not in a million years.”

Sweetie Belle then popped her head out form around the corner. “All right Mister Joe, close your eyes for your surprise!”

Joe fought through the embarrassment of entertaining a child’s wishes right in front of another grown pony, and he faithfully shut his eyes and awaited his surprise. He listened as the little filly slowly worked her way down the stairs until she was finally standing directly in front of Joe. “Alrighty… aaaannnnnnddddd open your eyes!”

Joe opened his eyes to what appeared to be a fine white silk apron with crudely drawn pink and purple doughnuts all over it. Some even had little multicolored gems sewn onto them just like sprinkles. “Weeeeellllll, do you like it?” Sweetiebelle asked as she shyly twiddled her hooves back and forth. “I made it just for you”

Joe was so taken back by this that he couldn’t even form a coherent sentence. “It’s—I think—um…it’s—I”. Joe looked down at the bashful blushing face of his sweet little marshmallow pony admirer, and that was all that he needed to speak up. “*ahem* Why Sweetie Belle I think that this is just absolutely”—“Horrible!” Joe was interrupted by a furious Rarity.

“This is absolutely unacceptable Sweetie Belle! You took one of my hand made aprons from my own personal collection and then you absolutely ruined it!” Sweetiebelle’s eyes began to tear up “But Rarity I just wanted to” – “But nothing! I have told you time and again not to touch my clothing and yet you have intentionally defied me yet again! Doughnut Joe, I’m afraid that I must ask you to leave. I need to have a lengthy talk with this troublemaker of a sister of mine.”

“Well wait a minute Rarity, I think that you might be over”—“No! No Joe, I’m afraid I must insist that you take your leave now! This is a conversation to be had between Sweetie Belle and I. I’m dreadfully sorry about all of this, and I would love for you to come back later when we can discuss this little business venture of ours in private. Please wait at least a couple of hours before you come back. This may take a while, darling.”

Rarity quickly shoed Joe out of the boutique and slammed the door shut. As Joe began to slowly trot away he took one last look back through the boutique window just in time to see Rarity throw the apron in the garbage and to see Sweetie Belle begin to cry.