Chapters Marshmallow Fillying
The sun arose on a somewhat brisk Sunday morning. As the sun rose up, a large, hard-working stallion was getting ready for a new day of work at his Dinner. He put on his baking hat, his shirt and apron, and his “Hi, My name is Doughnut Joe” name tag.
Once he was ready, he breathed in a deep breath as he looked at the now fully risen sun.
“Yes, today is going to be a good day.”
Joe started up his morning just like he did every morning before; by going to the kitchen to make his famous doughnuts. Joe rolled, pounded, and massaged the dough. If he was making a regular doughnut with sprinkles, Joe would form the iconic doughnut shape with the dough, and bake it at 450 degrees, before applying the frosting and sprinkles. If he was making a Jelly-Filled Doughnut, Joe would flatten the dough with his hooves, shoot some “Me-Gusta La Jalea” Jelly right in the middle, from the dough around the jelly, and finally bake and glaze it with sugar. If Joe wanted to make an Apple-Pie Doughnut, he would flatten the dough and put “Apple Family Farm” apple slices in the middle, and would finish it just like the Jelly-Filled Doughnuts.
Joe knew what he was doing. He had done it for years.
Normally, after Doughnut Joe was done with the fresh doughnuts he would place them in the baskets for them to be served to the customers of Canterlot. Today, however, was different. Joe was packing up a cart and saddle bag for a trip to Ponyville.
Plus, fillies love doughnuts. And Doughnut Joe loved the fillies even more than he loved doughnuts.
Once Joe had his doughnuts stored in his cart, he locked up the Dinner, and set his sights towards the train station. Before he actually made any distance, Joe saw two mares approaching the Dinner. One of the mares had a light mint-green coat with a mane that had a lighter tint of that green mixed with white and a golden harp as a cutie-mark. The other mare seem to have a cream color coat, a mane colored with navy blue and a dark pink, and a cutie-mark of two wrapped candies. On site of the two mares, Joe knew exactly who they were.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Lyra Heartstrings and Bon Bon. What a cute little pair you two make,” Joe said slyly.
Lyra blushed heavily, while Bon Bon giggled like a little school filly.
Lyra and Bon Bon sighed.
Joe chuckled. “Now, Now. I’ll be back real soon. Then, we can all have our part two.”
“Are you just going so you can get with more mares and fillies?” Lyra questioned as she gave a suspicious smile.
Joe trotted behind the two mares and pushed both of their flanks together in between his head.
“…you two have the tightest plots on this side of Equestria,” Joe stated as wagged his head side to side in between their firm plots.
“Fillies, I’m sorry, I have a train I need to get to, but I can finish up here if you want me too…” Joe said with a worried look.
“Don’t worry Papa-Bear, I think we can finish up on our own,” Bon-Bon said as she laid on the ground. Her eyes were directed to Lyra as she gave a little wink. Lyra received the message and lied right on top of Bon-Bon, putting her leg in-between Bon-Bon’s back hooves.
“What are friends for,” Lyra whispered to Bon-Bon.
Bon-Bon giggled. “Have a good time Joe.”
Doughnut Joe left with his cart, leaving the two frisky fillies in the front of the Dinner.
Due to the brief delay caused by his meeting with Lyra and Bon-Bon, Joe was going to have to pick up the pace if wanted to catch his train. He briskly trotted his way down the road, keeping all further altercations down to only a short greeting for his most valued customers, and a friendly wave of the hoof for everypony else.
Joe managed to make it down to the train station just as the conductor was making his final call. “All aboard! Next stop: Ponyville!”
The lumbering pony quickly flashed his ticket to the kind Conductor as he jumped on board the train just as it had begun to start rotating its wheels.
The now out of breath pony began to walk down the cars as he made his way to his seat located at the rear of the train. As he opened the door to the caboose of the train he noticed that what was supposed to be his seat was already occupied by a young little unicorn whose coat was white as snow. Her little hooves hanging over the side of her seat, idly swinging to and fro. Her mane was a combination of both light pink and light purple, and her flank was as blank as could be.
However, there was something special about this filly, a certain something that Joe couldn’t quite put his finger on, but that drew him towards this innocent little mare.
He sat himself down on the seat directly across from this little pony, and after a brief moment of silence he decided to break the ice and introduce himself. “Why hello there little one, my name is Doughnut Joe. I sell doughnuts and doughnut accessories”. Joe then extended his hoof as a friendly greeting.
The little white pony lightly shook the hoof of the larger older pony in front of her as she introduced herself. “Hi, my name is Sweetiebelle. Um, it’s nice to meet you I guess”.
Joe could not believe what he was feeling. Her hoof was softer than anything that he had ever felt before! It was like shaking hooves with giant fluffy marshmallow! He became lost in the wonder that was this filly’s amazingly plush hoof.
“Ummm…Mister Joe? You can let go of my hoof now. You’ve been holding on to it for about ten minutes now,” Sweetie Belle said with a confused look on her face. Joe quickly withdrew his hoof, and the two ponies both shared in a mutual act of embarrassment and blushing.
“Hehe, sorry about that. Err…So where is such an adorable little pony like yourself headed to all alone?”
“Well I’m heading over to Ponyville, but as for why I am all alone….well that’s kind of a long story”
Eager to get to know this mysterious young filly of the utmost softness, Joe began to press Sweetie Belle for more information. “Oh by all means miss Sweetie, may I call you Sweetie? We have at least 20 more minutes until we reach Ponyville, and I’ve never been one to turn down a good story. So by all means, regale me with your tale.”
The nervous filly slowly edged herself away from the kindly Doughnut Joe and more towards the door. “Ummm, sorry but my parents told me not to talk to strangers who want to do things with my tail…”
“What? Oh, nononono! I just wanted you to tell me your story! I would never dream of doing anything to your tail!” Joe then began to day-dream about fondling what he assumed would have to be the fluffiest most luxurious tail in all of Equestria.
“Ohhhh well that’s o.k. then I guess.” Sweetiebelle quickly scooted her soft little rump back over towards Doughnut Joe. “Well ya see, my daddy was a member of the royal guard when he was young, but then when he met my mommy, they settled down in Ponyville where me and my big sister rarity were born. But then a couple years ago my daddy got called back into the guards and we had to move to Canterlot. My big sis rarity decided to stay in Ponyville though, and she started her own dress making boutique. So now I go to Ponyville almost every day for my schooling and to play with my two best friends; Scootaloo and Applebloom. They’re real great friends by the way, I remember this one time when we built a clubhouse, and this other time where entered a talent show, and this other time when-”
Sweetiebelle was interrupted by the trains speakers. “Now arriving in Ponyville! Everypony gather your belongings and make your way to any of the open exits.”
Joe immediately began to despair at the mere idea of not being able to see this oddly mesmerizing, young filly ever again. He didn’t know why, but he knew that he had to do something that would allow him to spend more time with her. He had to feel her touch at least one more time! Thankfully, Joe was struck by a stroke of genius.
“I guess we’ll have to cut our little conversation short then won’t we? Wait a minute; didn’t you say that your sister owned a little business in Ponyville? Well I bet that her store would make the perfect location for me to give out some of my doughnut samples!”
Sweetie Belle’s eyes lit up with excitement. “That’s a great idea! You seem like a nice guy, I’m sure I can get rarity to help you with your doughnut sales! Err…you might have to wear a fancy dress or something though. Rarity’s not really a fan of Aprons and lower fashion. Not that I think you look bad or anything! I think you look very nice!” Sweetie Belle smiled shyly after realizing what she had just said.
“Why thank you Sweetie Belle that’s very…sweet of you to say. And I think I will take you up on that offer! I’ll give you some time to warm over your sister, and then I’ll head right on over to her boutique.”
The two ponies exchanged brief farewells, and Sweetie Belle gave Joe her brightest smile, before they parted their separate ways. As they both got off, Joe could watch as the little filly was skipping off, whistling to herself.
Doughnut Joe found himself in the train station waiting for his lost luggage. Everypony else, other than Joe and one or two latecomers, had already left. On any normal occasion, Joe would be blistering and furious at the lack of organization that the train ponies were exhibiting and that his doughnuts may be lost or damaged. However, Joe felt at ease at this moment. His mind wasn’t on the many doughnuts that could be wasted, or the untidy workers. All Joe could think about was the sweet little filly he met today.
Joe was not foreign to little fillies her age. There were young’ins all the time in the Dinner. Frankly, Joe wasn’t the biggest fan of colts or fillies. He found them rude, loud, annoying, disruptive, and mostly just awful things. But why did Sweetie Belle seem so different?
She was so nice, polite and….sweet! Joe chuckled to himself because of the irony.
“I found it by the doors. Good thing I caught you when I did,” the pegasus said.
Joe was thrilled. “Oh wow, you are a lifesaver! “
“Hehe, don’t mention it. I’m Pink Cloud,” she said with a smile.
“Well, Pink Cloud, I can’t have a nice filly like yourself go without a reward,” Joe said enthusiastically.
He turned to his cart, opened it up, and stuck his head in to find the perfect doughnut. “Just for you, I’ll let you have any doughnut you want, on the house! What would you like? I have Jelly-Filled, Pegasai Cream Pie, some with sprinkles, Glazed….”
Joe was a little confused by her request. “I’m sorry, what do yooooooooooooooo…!” Just then, Joe felt Pinks hooves on his pink doughnut cutie-mark. Her hooves were rubbing softly, and sensually massaging his flank.
“I’m sorry handsome, let me explain. I would like YOU to lie me down, give me a little taste with that delightful tongue of yours, slowly prod your long, flavorful Cream Pie into my tight, sweet Sprinkled Doughnut, and play around until you fill me with your warm Jelly. How’s that for an order?” Pink said as she moved her hooves closer and closer to his well-rounded “Doughnut holes”.
Oh no.
Pink giggled. “Well, now that you have your friend with you, how about…what’s going on??”
“ Mmmmmmmm, that is amazing baby, how about you rub some of that sugar on me?” Joe asked with a devilish look on his face.
Pink giggled and blushed,” Oh you naughty colt!”
“Ohh! YES! OH, YES! OH YES!” Pink exclaimed.
A couple more swift grinds, and Pink gave one more moan. Her final noise was one that was genuine and heavenly. In order not to be left out, Joe gave a monotone “ohhhh” sound. Pink fell down, exhausted and breathing heavily.
Pink Cloud wiggled her way up. “Thank you again. We should do this next time, Dough-boy. Here’s my address.” Pink took a napkin and pen from Joe’s stand and wrote her address to him. She then stuffed it in his apron pocket.
Throughout the exchange, Joe was dead silent.
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…
“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.
“I am sorry sir, but there seem to be no rooms left,” the hotel manager explained.
Joe was not very pleased about this. After seeing poor little Sweetie Belle break into tears for not being ‘creatively gifted’, walking aimlessly through Ponyville for almost an hour for a hotel, and receiving this news on arrival, he found it very hard to keep his composure.
“Ha! Not quite, those are for decoration,” said the manager stallion in a condescending tone.
“Oh, well, usually in Canterlot, hotels use real keys as their keys. I guess I don’t quite understand how things work around here…”
“… I am sorry to have bothered you. I hope you have a good night,” Joe said with a nice smile.
The manager pony didn’t say anything for about a minute, until finally coming out from behind the counter. He got very close to Joe, gave Joe the same smile as he received. Joe felt he had settled the argument, but unfortunately, all he felt was a face full of spit. The spit covered his eyes and slowly dripped down his face and muzzle. In response, Joe took out a handkerchief out of his poscket to whip his face. As soon as he opened his eyes, he was greeted with the irate expression of the stallion.
“Now, get out.”
“Hiya Joe!”
Sweetie Belle’s cheerful voice cracking made Joe’s heart skip a beat. He turned and waved excitedly to her, before trotting towards her.
“Sweetie Belle! I’m sorry about what happened at your sister’s boutique,” Joe said.
Sweetie Belle’s cheerful mood dimmed down a bit on the reminder of the event. “It’s okay. Rarity is just really mad lately. She hasn’t had a costumer go to her boutique in almost five months. That’s like forever!”
“Well… I just don’t know,” said Sweetie Belle with a more depressed tone. “Everything I do is wrong to her. It’s like I’m just a stupid idiot to her! I try my best, I really do! I just want to be like her one day, but she is always such a meanie face.”
“What if she is just doing it to be mean and no pony wants me around?” Sweetie asked as she looked at the ground, trying to cover up her sadness.
Joe took the hoof that was behind her and put it under her chin. “Hey…” He said as he gently pushed up Sweetie’s head to look at him.”… You are the most caring, most nice, and most adorable filly I have ever met. I know Rarity and other ponies just love you, and whoever doesn’t is crazy.”
Just then, Sweeties pupils grew as big as a full moon and as glassy as a class of wine. Her emerald eyes glowed into the now setting sun. Her smile grew very large. Her teeth beveled from the sunlight and her cheeks blushing and becoming as rosy as a flower. The face she made made Joe’s heart explode.
Suddenly, Joe felt the little filly jump up and embrace him. Her soft coat against his was so warm. Her soft make tickled his chin as she nestled her head into him. All around, it felt like she was being hugged by a giant marshmallow.
Joe, on the other hand, stood there silently. A gawked look laid upon his face as his cheeks grew as red as Sweetie’s cheeks. After about a few minutes, Joe gave a big smile to Sweetie and gave a simple “thank you.”
Both unicorns stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. It felt as if they were the only ponies in the world; no ponies, no animals, no dragons, just a tiny filly and a broad stallion. They both could have stood there all night and all day for the rest of their lives.
“See ya tomorrow Sweetie, “ Joe said to Sweetie!
Joe found himself once again on the doorstep of carousel boutique. He was a bit hesitant about staying the night, what with the tiff that had occurred earlier in the day. However he quickly remembered that a strained roof over his head is better than no roof at all. He paused for a brief moment and then lightly rapped upon the door. “Just a moment deary,” Rarity’s voice rang through the air in an unusually cheerful tone.
The door opened to reveal a beaming rarity. “Oh, Mr. Joe, please do come in. Have you decided to take me up on my offer to stay the night?” Doughnut Joe was about to respond, but he noticed something different about Rarity. Her appearance seemed a bit...off. “Well, I'm not one to turn down hospitality from one such as yourself miss Rarity. I er...hate to be rude, but did you put on makeup since i saw you last?”
Rarity began to blush ever so slightly. “Well I suppose I did put on a little eyeliner, and maybe a little dab of lipstick.....Do you like it?” Joe stood in silent contemplation while looking the unicorn up and down. Her hooves perfectly manicured, her mane primed and pressed, her coat just as fluffy and white as Sweetiebelle’s, and her sultry blue eyes were intoxicatingly beautiful. “Well Miss Rarity, I must admit that I am not a fan of your makeup, I don’t like the way it makes you look.”
Rarity, aghast, began to step back. “Oh well, I-uh, this is just-”
Rarity face was now as red with blush as the very rubies that she decorated her dresses with.
“Why Miss Rarity, I don’t know-” Joe then realized that if he agreed to extend his stay, then he would be able to spend even more time with his precious Sweetiebelle. “-wwwhhhy you didn’t bring this up earlier! That’s a great idea! Oh I can’t wait to tell Sweetiebelle!”
“I’m sorry dear, I didn’t quite catch that last part.”
Joe walked further into the building and eagerly began looking around. “Oh, don't worry about that. So where exactly am I going to sleep tonight? Is there a guest room upstairs or something?”
“Oh, well this is terribly embarrassing, but in my haste I seemed to have forgotten to prepare the guest room. It's completely filled with my unfinished work, oh what to do?”
“Oh come on, I'm sure its not that bad, all i really need is a bed and a pillow to lay my head on and-” “NO! I will not have my guests sleeping in such a sty! The only other rooms left belong to Sweetiebelle and I, so I guess that you’ll just have to stay in-” Joe’s eyes widened and he let out a audibly nervous gulp. “I’ll be staying Sweetiebelle’s room? Sleeping in the same bed that she does?”
Rarity’s sly smile faded from her face “Oh, well I suppose you could sleep there, if you really wanted.” The smile then immediately returned to Rarity’s face. “Tell you what Joe. May I call you Joe? Why don’t you go wash yourself up in the upstairs powder room, while i put some clean sheets on the bed. And while you're in there, feel free to draw yourself a bath. After all, you're going to want to be squeaky clean for tomorrow's Grand Galloping Collaboration!”
“Oh that won't be necessary Miss Rarity.”
“I’m afraid i must insist Joe! Now get in that tub and make sure to clean every last nook and cranny of that rippling body of yours!”
“Thats not really what I was referring to- ah forget it... Did you say rippling?”
“Did I say that out loud? Well nevermind that. The bathroom is the second door on your right once you get up the stairs, and Sweetiebelle’s room is right next door to it. My room is just across the hall should you need anything by the way. You know, extra pillows, another blanket, maybe some company? Oh! There I go again! Hehe!”
Rarity began to push Joe up the stairs. “And remember to take your time Joe, we want to make sure that every last square inch of your body is as clean as a whistle.”
Rarity shoved Joe through the open bathroom door. “Have fun, and remember: Every. Last. Inch. Ta ta for now”
Before Joe even had time to give a retort, Rarity had already slammed the door in his face and gone on her merry way. As she headed towards the hall closet for some fresh sheets, she made sure to close and lock the door of the clean and ready guest room she had prepared earlier.
Joe was going to simply wash his face in the sink, but upon further inspection of his own bodily odors, he realized that he had not bathed in at least 5 days. And the combining odors of doughnuts and sex were starting to cause quite the stink. He began to fill the tub with water, and he started to peel off his various levels of clothing. He didn’t even notice the light coming through the hole in the bathroom wall.
“I really should get this hole fixed one of these days, but thank Celestia that day was not today.”
Time passed by and soon Doughnut Joe began to wrinkle. He stepped out of the tub, dried himself off, and began to make his way over to Sweetiebelle’s room. Not wanting to disturb Rarity from her slumber, Joe quickly but quietly trotted over to the room next door and slowly opened the door.
A beaming Rarity awaited Joe on the other side of the door. “Why hello there Joe! Did you enjoy your bath?”
“Sweet lord Celestia! Phew, Miss Rarity you practically scared the sprinkles out of me. What’s that you're holding there?”
“Oh this? Just a glass of fresh warm milk that I prepared for you. It always helps Sweetiebelle to sleep well, so I thought the same would apply to you. After all, we wouldn’t want you waking up in the middle of the night and missing out on any of that important beauty sleep, now would we?”
“Sure...I-I guess. Thanks Rarity. I’ll keep that in mind for later.”
“Oh, well- I uh, I said that -- wait, what did you just say?”
Rarity’s eyes began to quickly shift again and she began to back out of the room. “I said that i would...keep you in mind...for...later...uh...Goodnight!” Rarity quickly shut the door behind her and made her way back to her room.
Under normal circumstances Joe probably would have questioned Rarity’s strange behavior, however being alone in Sweetiebelle’s room was all that occupied his mind at the moment. He wanted to be as careful as possible as to not damage a single thing in the room. He walked with the utmost of grace as to not disturb any single aspect of this fantastic place. He didn’t want his big hooves scratching the floor or tilting any of the paintings on the walls. Joe might as well have been on holy ground.
He lightly trotted his way over to the bed, delicately pulled back the clean sheets, drank the glass of warm milk from Rarity, and laid his big head on the big fluffy pillow at the top of the bed. The very same pillow that Sweetiebelle had laid her head time and time again. Joe savored every last heavenly moment he spent awake in this bed before he finally drifted off to a land of sweet, sweet marshmallow filled dreams.
Joe even began to lightly snore, which might explain why he didn’t hear the door to the room slowly creeping open. A pony with a snow-white coat quietly clipclopped her way into the room. She made her way to over just a few inches away from where Joe was sleeping. She adjusted his blanket, lightly stroked his mane with her hoof, and gave him a delicate little peck on the check.
Rarity began to whisper in Joe’s ear “Oh Doughnut Joe, I must admit that no one has made me feel this way since I was a little school mare. I hope you won't mind if I...indulge myself a little, would you?” Rarity softly climbed up onto the bed and placed herself directly on top of Doughnut Joe. Her face was only a couple of inches away from his, and she could feel Joe’s chest brushing against her own every time he took a breath.
She shifted her weight onto her right hoof as she slowly shifted her left hoof down to the southern regions of her body. She placed her head down upon Doughnut Joe’s chest and started running her hoof up and down Joe’s body all whilst giving her left hoof a bit of a stir down there. She slipped her right hoof under the covers and, much to her surprise, she found that Joe seemed to be just as excited down there as she was.
“My, my Doughnut -ooh- Joe, I can not -umf- even begin to wonder what you’re -aah- dreaming about, but it must be something quite -haaaa- pleasant.” Rarity stopped what she was doing as inspiration struck. “Oh! I think it’s about time that yours truly made grande entrance in this little dream of yours.”
Rarity peeled back the covers from Joe, and sure enough, his little soldier was standing at full attention. “Oh dear, know what kind of host would I be if I let this problem persist?”
Rarity hopped back on top of Joe, but now facing the opposite direction. She spread her legs in such a fashion that her womanly bits were now hovering just above Joe’s face. She began vigorously working on Joe’s manhood, whilst slowly grinding her hips to and fro. The stubble on Joe’s chin lightly tickled at Rarity’s hotbox, which only served to increase the speed and intensity of her voracious movements. Doughnut Joe let out the lightest of moans from his now even sweeter dreams.
“Mmmph - I see that - mmmph - you are enjoying -- mmmph -- my special talents -- Oh my!”
Rarity went into overtime mode as her hips started to grind back and forth with the ferocity of a bucking-bronco, all while working her mouth like she was trying to set a new world record for getting to the center of a tootsie-pop.
Rarity’s face lit up with ecstasy, drool had once again formed a puddle at her hooves, and her mane was quite messy and unruly for a pony of her standards. “Almost there--Almost there! -- Almost--”
Doughnut Joe’s very own cream filled eclair stiffened as he let out one last great big moan: “Oh, my sweet marshmallow, yes!"
Rarity’s moment of sweet release arrived with all the force of an erupting volcano, her own private brand of whipped cream raining down upon Joe’s face like a tropical storm. At the exact same moment of her peak of joy, she also gleefully found herself quite full of Joe’s generously large amount of delicious gooey filling. She remained seated on top of Joe for a few minutes, sweaty and panting, trying to catch her breath. After a brief pause Rarity lifted herself up off of the bed, pulled the covers back onto Joe, and made her way out the door. Before she closed the door though, she took one last glance at that beautiful stallion lying in her sister’s bed, and she smiled. “Goodnight love. Sweet dreams”
When Joe awoke the next morning, he found his face to be moist,his lower extremities to be sticky, and his entire body to be quite sweaty. As he confusedly made his way over to the bathroom he couldn’t help but try to remember what he had dreamt about last night. All he could remember was that he was with Sweetiebelle in the dream, and that they were both incredibly happy about something.
Joe pulled his cart into the front yard of the boutique. He opened the cart to reveal that all of his delicious pastries were still as fresh as the day he made them. The Jelly Filled, Sprinkled, glazed, all of them were safe and sound. With a very happy expression on his face, he trotted down the stairs. He was greated to the smell of eggs on a hot skillet. The smell tantalized his nose. The pony behind the amazing smell was Rarity, who seemed to be wearing a pink, frilly, robe.
Her mane wasn’t as it usually was. Instead of the regular, perfect manner. It was notable that she didn’t do anything to it when she woke up.
Rarity turned towards Joe’s direction and on sight, her smile grew very big.“Oh good morning, darling! Oh please sit down.”
Joe pulled up a chair by the table that lied in the kitchen. “Much obliged Mi....Thank you Rarity.”
Rarity blushed at the correction Joe made. “I should be done with your breakfast very soon.”
“You didn’t have to make me food. I would have been fine with just some spare doughnuts or nothing at all,” Joe said.
“Nonsense! I can’t have a hard working Stallion go out into the working world without a well balanced meal.” Rarity walked over and placed a plate of eggs down in front of Joe. She then used her magic to bring over a carton of milk and an empty glass. She proceeded to fill up the glass to the brim with the sweet nectar that was the milk.
“Thanks, I was very parched,” Joe said before he took a big sip of the glistening glass of milk. As soon as he tasted it, he thought the taste was something only Celestia could produce. It was ice-cold, the taste had the perfect balance of sweetness, and it made him happier and happier every sip he took.
“Mmm! Oh-mmmm-Sweet Celestia, that milk is some of the best milk I have ever drank,” Joe said with milk trailing down his bottom lip.
Rarity smiled and giggled at the sight of Joe. “Only the best for such a muscular stallion as yourself.” As she said that, she slowly trotted towards Joe. She moved her head close to his ear. Her distance was unrecognizable to him until she spoke in his ear.
"Now make sure you eat all of your eggs..." Rarity said softly as she placed her hooves on Joe's broad shoulders. Joe melted in his seat. “... because you need all that protein...” Rarity glided her hooves down his back, massaging setually, but yet lightly. Her face grew closer and closer to Joe’s ear. ”...For your big...Juicy...” Joe felt his heart race as her words were spoken more softly, slower, and closer to his very sensitive ear. He also couldn’t ignore the fact that her hooves were dangerously close to his plot. As much as he wanted to resist, he couldn’t find the courage to move.”...muscles-”
“JOE!”
The cheerful squeal broke Joe’s trance. He turned his head quickly to find the cute, snow white filly that had drove his mind crazy thinking about her trotting over towards him at a very fast pace. She then jumped into his hooves, forcing Rarity to back up.
Joe was thrilled. "Hey Sweetie Belle!"
"I missed you so much Joe," Sweetie Belle said as she squeezed her hooves around his bold frame.
Joe hugged the innocent, little foal for quite sometime. He felt her signature soft, warm coat that made her feel like a marshmallow. It seemed like, for a brief period of time, there was no other pony in the world; Only him and her were alone in the world. Her soft fluffy mane sent a heavenly aroma that smelt of sweets and Day-Lilies. He closed his eyes and drifted off to that wonderful world alone with this little filly for just a moment.
“Oooooooooo! Sweetie’s in l-o-v-e.” A purple maned pegasus stated to a red haired pony jokingly as they walked into the room.
“Oh...why good evening, girls,” rarity said, still feeling a bit angry by their intrusion.
Sweetie Belle jumped down to join her friends. “Hiya Rarity,” the three fillies said to her before walking towards Joe.
“Joe these are my friends, Applebloom, and Scootaloo. You’ve met them on the playground,” Sweetie Belle said while pointing to each friend. “We were all talking, and I said that you were here to sell some really good doughnuts. And then Scoots said ‘If we help, we could get our cutie marks!’ Then Applebloom was like ‘But we won’t be able to get a talent out of that.’ Then Scoots said ‘Of course we can! We can just sell and advertise and junk’. Then Applebloom....”
Sweetie was soon interrupted by Scootaloo’s hoof going into her mouth. “Tha’ point is, can we help ya Mister Joe?”
Joe chuckled,”Sure, why not. Let’s get started.”
“Mark my words: I will make that handsome stallion mine...”
As Joe and his filly trio began to set up shop outside the boutique, the little golden filly with the red mane asked a pertinent question.
“So why are you selling doughnuts all the way down here in ponyville, when mah sister told me that you have your very own doughnut shop all the way over in Canterlot? How could you not be makin' enough money with all those fancy ponies livin up there; They got plenty of bits to spare!”
Joe simply smiled and shook his head “Oh I make plenty of money little one, but I'm not doing any of this for the bits. I’m doing this because there’s nothing I love more than to see the smiling faces on those ponies when they bite into my home-made doughnuts. Heck, if i was only in this for the bits then my cutie mark would be a sack of gold and not a delicious doughnut now wouldn’t it?”
The three little ponies pondered for a moment before all collectively shrugging in agreeance.
“Tell ya what there girls, you three are trying to get your cutiemarks, right? Well using variety in your search is one of the best things you can do, so im gonna assign each of you your own special assignment. Now which one of you is the fastest?”
Scootaloo began hopping up and down “Ooh! me me me me! I’m the fastest filly in ponyville! Well, besides rainbow dash of course.”
“Good! Then I need you to tell as many ponies as possible around town about my shop.” Scootaloo’s eyes dropped and she began to frown “Hey, don't get all down, think about it: if you do a good job with this maybe you’ll be a...uuhhhhh....Royal Courier! Spreading news for Princess Celestia all across Equestria!”
Scootaloo’s eyes lit up and a wide grin spread across her face. “Sir yes sir! I'll tell everypony in town in ten seconds flat!” The excited filly burst off towards town and began knocking on doors and yelling through windows.
“And you there, er, Applebloom was it? I’m going to give you this bag of bits and I need you to buy as many doughnut ingredients as possible. There’s a list inside the bag with all the fixings that I'll need.”
“Well I can get yer ingredients for ya, I mean I do live on a farm after all, but how’s that gonna help me get mah cutie mark?”
Joe’s eyes began to shift back and forth. “Why you could...you coooouuullllddd......Aha! You could be a delivery pony!”
A scowl came across Appleblooms face “A delivery pony? Seriously? You think thats gonna be mah calling? The Apple Family Farm has been here for three generations now, and you think I should just up and leave to deliver packages? ”
“Errr....yeah! Just think, you could deliver all of the products from the apple family farm to the far corners of Equestria! There will be ponies from locations you didn’t even know existed, coming all the way over here just to see the farm where that produced the fantastic products that you delivered to them! You’d be doing your family and the farm a great service!”
“Well I guess that makes sense....I’ll get right on it, Mr. Joe!” Applebloom began to trott off into the distance, leaving just Sweetiebelle and Doughnut Joe left.
“What do you want me to do Joe?” Sweetiebelle asked with the most eager emerald eyes.
“You have the most important Job of all Sweetie, helping me make and sell doughnuts!”
Sweetiebelle was practically shaking with anticipation. She took in an incredibly wide breath of air." What if my special talent is doughnut making just like you and then we could make doughnuts together and make ponies smile and I could open shop right next door to you or maybe we could even open a shop together and then we could play together all the time and I could make us custom matching aprons and we could live right above the shop together and then I would be really really reaally reeeaaaallly happy and *gasp* *gasp* that would be amazing!”
Joe grinned and began to chuckle, party due to the amazing run on sentence, partly due to Sweetiebelle’s voice cracking on “Amazing” and partly because he had been hoping for just that to happen as well. “We shouldn’t waste any more time then should we Sweetiebelle? let’s get started!”
It didn’t take long for Scootaloo to get the word out or for Applebloom to fetch the ingredients, and before long the smell of doughnuts was wafting through the air and a line had begun to form at Joe’s stand. Sweetiebelle was gleefully hopping back and forth between Joe and the customers, trading orders and bits for boxes of doughnuts. By the time noon had struck, the line for Joe’s doughnut cart stretched halfway through Ponyville. After selling ten boxes to a hyperactive pink pony, a sky blue pony with a beautiful rainbow colored mane stepped up to the register.
“Hey there, Sweetiebelle, long time no see. That little squirt, Scootaloo, told me that this place has some of the best doughnuts in town, and that I absolutely had to come try some, and how could I say no to a tyke like her? I’ll take one box of your finest doughnuts! Pronto!”
“One box of doughnuts Joe!- “For the awesome Rainbow Dash!” added in an excited Scootaloo.
Doughnut Joe approached the counter himself “Sorry everypony, but that last pony completely cleared me out. If you want some more doughnuts, you’re gonna have to come back tomorrow.”
“Whoa now everypony hold on a minute! None of this would have been possible without sponsorship from the magnificent Rarity’s boutique! For the finest dresses in all of Equestria, look no further than Rarity’s!” The crowd continued their dispersal. “*sigh* If you don’t buy her dresses then I won’t be able to sell doughnuts here anymore.” within seconds Rarity’s boutique was packed to the brim with eager customers willing to buy anything and everything that rarity had to offer.
Satisfied, and quite wealthier than he was at the beginning of the day, Joe looked down and was shocked to see a saddened frowning Sweetie Belle. “Whats the matter Sweetie? Everything went great! Why are you so down looking?”
“I didn’t get my cutie mark. That means that my special talent has nothing to do with doughnuts, so I'm not gonna be able to open up a shop with you, or play with you ever again, or live with you-” Sweetie began to tear up “-or be happy with you. And once you leave ponyville, I probably won’t even get to see you again and I...I...*sniff*” Tears began to roll down Sweetiebelle’s face.
Joe picked Sweetiebelle up and hugged her as tight as he could. “Hey, c’mon now. You did a fantastic Job today. So what if your cutie mark isn’t doughnut related? I promise that I’ll come and visit you at least once a week, regardless of whatever work I have going on. Because it doesn’t matter to me what your cutie mark ends up being, you’ll always be my adorable wonderful little Marshmallow."
The tears continued to stream down Sweetie Belle’s face, but for the opposite reason of before. She began to Squeeze Joe back and she gave him a little peck on the cheek. “Thank you Joe.”
Joe began to blush as he set the little filly down. He had forgotten about the large crowd of ponies standing directly behind him, and he thought it might be bad for half the town to see him embracing a little filly. “And hey Sweetie Belle, I sort of lied about being completely out of doughnuts. I saved one eclair for myself, and one for you and each of your friends to thank you for all your hard work. I made sure to make these eclairs extra big and with extra filling just for you three!”
Joe reached under his cart and pulled out two massive Eclairs, one of which he handed over to Sweetie Belle.
“Wow, thank you so much Joe!” Sweetiebelle struggled to grasp the giant eclair in her hooves. “It’s so big! And look! You put so much cream in it, that it’s actually bursting out of the end of the eclair!” Sweetiebelle brought the long delectable to her mouth and began to lightly lick the white cream oozing out of the top of the eclair. She swirled her tongue around the top for a bit before lightly inserting the tip into her mouth and gently sucking out the cream all whilst the phrase “mmmmm” could be heard escaping from her lips. “This is delicious Joe! Your eclair is the best eclair i’ve ever had! It’s also the first eclair I’ve ever had, but still. And watch, its so full that i can do this!” Sweetiebelle squeezed the eclair from the base and the white cream filling shot out of the top and into her mouth, with just a little bit hitting the sides of her face and dribbling down her chin. She licked the residue off of her face in one smooth swirling motion and smiled up at Joe.
By this point in time Joe had attained quite the large Eclair of his own, and not just the one in his hands. “Sweetie, can you wait here a minute, something just came up that I need to...take care of real quick.”
Joe quickly ran inside the boutique headed straight for the bathroom, however Rarity cut him off at the stairs. “Joe, you’re a miracle worker! i’ve sold more clothing in the last 10 minutes than I have all month long! You have my sincerest thanks! I would do anything to repay you!” Rarity leaned in real close to Joe and whispered seductively into his her “Anything”. She then kissed joe deeply on the mouth and headed back to her busy customers.
Joe, now in more need to relieve himself than ever before, practically sprinted to the upstairs bathroom and began scanning the room for something to empty himself into. Kleenex? The toilet? The tub? Then Joe looked down at the eclair he was holding in his hooves, and a wicked smile spread across his face.
Rarity gave a satisfied glow as she made her final sale of the day. “Thank you for coming to Rarity’s Boutique, please come again anytime!” As the last customer went out, she gave a satisfied relief. She had made more sales than she had made in a year. The bits she had racked in was astronomical. She could pay for new equipment, new clothes, new everything. And as she was listing off all the things she could do with those bits, she remembered the stallion that made it all possible.
Joe.
“Oh Joe! You bring oh so joy to my weak and harsh life. If only you could realize how great you make me feel,” Rarity was stating out loud. “Oh where is that saucy, sexy stallion?”
Rarity trotted all threw her boutique to look for her special somepony. Every step she took, she took a little leap, almost going into a skip. She was humming a joyful tune as she searched. The more and more she thought about him, the more she felt herself becoming more and more infatuated by Joe. She remembered last night, where she got a clear view of what Joe had to offer; His firm muscular legs, his rugged chin, his long, hard stallionhood. All of these things made Rarity feel excited and could hardly contain herself.
She finally found her crush with her little sister in the kitchen. On closer inspection, she saw that they were drawing pictures. Their horns glowed as they held the crayons up with magic.
“Oh Rarity! Sorry, we were just doodling and messing around,” Joe explained to Rarity as she walked in back of him. Her eyes were fixed on Joe, giving him a very saucy look.
“Oh how delightful…” Rarity said with a grin.
“Look Rarity! I made a sign for you and Joe’s shops! I worked REALLY hard on them,” Sweetie Belle said while holding up a poorly drawn, but very heartwarming sign on a piece of paper that was entitled “JOE AND RARITY’S SUPER SPECIAL BUSINESS.”
Rarity could care less.
As Rarity kept staring, Joe found himself in an awkward position. He couldn’t help but have a puzzled look on his face. “Uhh….You alright there, Rarity?”
Joe could feel a little bit of sweat drip from his forehead, as he started to blush. He proceeded to sloop down in his seat.
“Joe, would you like to help me jam a machine into my closet?”
By the tone of her words, Joe’s heart sank. Right infront of Sweetie Belle? Really?! But yet…her rump is so firm looking… But she is so cold, and not as warm as Sweetie Belle is… But she is older… Age is just a number…
As Joe was arguing with himself, he unconsciously found himself saying,” Well of course! I mean, what are friends for?”
Even though Rarity was a bit questionative about his facial expression, she was very happy about his answer. “Oh thank you SO much Joe!” Rarity slowly walked away, making an effort to sway her hips from side to side and giving Joe an amazing shot of her plot as she whipped her tail from side to side. She looked back in the corner of her eye at Joe when she reached the border of the kitchen. “You coming?”
“....Wha... OH! Yeah, just give me a second. I need to do a few things real quick,” Joe said as his concentration broke from Rarity’s plot.
Rarity giggled and blew him a kiss before trotting upstairs.
Joe quickly turned around to look at Sweetie Belle. “ What are you drawing now Sweetie Belle?”
Sweetie Belle seemed to be too focused in what she was doing in order to answer Joe. Joe Just peeked over her shoulder to see what looked like to be a crudely drawn version of himself and her holding hooves and smiling at eachother. The setting seemed to be in the middle of a valley with a happy sun behind them. There were flowers, trees, and what looked like to be little forest creatures. Next to the trees seem to be her friends, Applebloom and Scootaloo, cheering for the two.
Joe couldn’t help but smile as he looked at the picture. “That is a wonderful picture Sweetie Belle. I love it quite a bit!”
Sweetie Belle paused from drawing to just stare at Joe. Nothing came out of her mouth. The only thing she produced was a smile filled with childhood wonderment. Her eyes beveled with innocence, her face made a sparkling glow, and her ears were just slightly pointed back. The little filly was positively breath taking.
Joe smiled. He had never seen a foal quite so adorable, quite so cute, quite... so...attractive. Joe wanted to stay with her and keep drawing. Hell, he would have done anything with her. As long as they would have been together, he didn’t want to go.
“Sweetie Belle, I-I’m gonna be right back...”
“That’s okay, Joe! I know you will! You go help my sister, I’ll be right here waiting for you to come back,” Sweetie said with a smile and going back to her drawing.
Joe lightly kissed her forehead and trotted up stairs. He got about halfway up the stairs before looking back at Sweetie Belle in the kitchen. She was just sitting there, perfectly content with her little pictures. Joe’s heart exploded as he saw the sight of the little filly he loved. He kept looking at her as he slowly crept up stairs, until she was completely out of view.
Joe wearily made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen where Sweetie Belle was hard at work. He looked out the window at the looming darkness that was approaching. “Huh, looks like it’s going to rain soon. I hope your sister is gonna be o.k.” said a slightly downtrodden Joe.
“I’m sure Rarity will be just fine. Its not like she’s never been out in the rain before. Besides, I heard some older ponies talking about how wet manes were really cool or something.”
Sweetie made some dramatic sweeps with her hooves and finished off her drawing. “aaaand Done!”
Joe took the heartfelt creation from her hooves and had to fight to hold back tears at what he saw. It was the same drawing that she had drawn before, only with a few added changes. Rarity was now in the background with the rest of Sweetie’s friends, and a large, globby, red heart had been painted over Sweetie Belle and Joe’s head with the words “Best Friends” written in the middle.
Sweetie managed to make eye contact with Joe just long enough to nervously squeak out a question. “So, um, do you like it?”
Doughnut Joe got down on two knees and embraced Sweetiebelle with an affectionate hug.
“I-is that a yes?”
The two remained in the same position for as long as their legs would support them. In the time it took them to hug, the clear skies above them had been completely replaced with storm clouds, and rain had began to pour. Soon the skies were filled with lightning and thunder and everypony had taken shelter within their warm cozy homes. Well, almost everypony.
The storm eventually got so violent that the one of the numerous lightning strikes eventually made contact with the town's power plant and all of ponyville was left without electricity, including Rarity’s boutique.
The two ponies within the boutique were still caught in a hug of sorts, but now for a completely different reason than before. Unbeknownst to Doughnut Joe, Sweetiebelle had a long history involving fear of the dark. She had gotten it mostly under control, except of course for when she was not expecting it. And this just so happened to be one of those occasions.
Sweetie’s hug had transformed into more of a death hold and Joe was finding it harder and harder to breathe. “Sweetie...*ack*...could you please...*gasp*...lighten your grip?”
Sweetie released her unusually powerful vice grip and returned to her previously embarrassed blushing self. “Oh, umm sorry about that. Im...sort of afraid of the dark. I WAS afraid of the dark I mean! But that was a long time ago! It...was a very bad time for me. I’ve gotten over it i swear! well, mostly gotten over it. sorry.”
“Please Sweetie, I completely understand you. I’ve got some unresolved issues with the dark as well”
Sweetie’s face lit up with bright curiosity. “You’re afraid of the dark too!? but, your all grown up? why would you be afraid of the dark?”
Joe lightly scratched the back of his head “well ya see, it’s actually sort of a recent fear. Not too long ago Nightmare Moon returned. And when she did, she made sure to block out the sun throughout all of Equestria. I was in a very sunny location when that occurred, and i just so happened to be hauling my doughnut cart down a flight of stairs. So when the sun went out and it became dark, I was completely unable to see where i was going and fell the entire flight of stairs. So now i get a little bit nervous whenever i have to walk around in the dark.”
“D’aaawwww poor wittle Joe.” Sweetie nuzzled up against Joe. “Well don’t worry Joe, I’ll make sure to keep you safe from the dark, as long as you promise to do the same for me.”
“Done deal. Now you wouldn’t happen to know where I could find any flashlights or candles do you?”
“Sure. Rarity keeps candles all over the house. I think she just likes them for their weird smells, but they should still work. There’s actually a whole bunch of them lying around my room, C’mon lets go light them up.”
The two ponies made their way over to their staircase, and Sweetie noticed Joe’s hooves starting to shake as he approached the stairs. Without saying a word Sweetiebelle locked hooves with Doughnut Joe and led him up the stairs and into her room.
Sweetie brought Joe to the closet wherin a plethora of various scented candles awaited him. He began setting them up all throughout the room and setting them ablaze with his magic.
He turned to look for Sweetiebelle and saw her climbing under the covers of her bed. she crawled around for a bit before poking her head out from under the covers. “When I was a little filly, I was much more afraid of the dark and of Thunder, and I would always hide under the covers of my bed like this whenever the lights went out or there was a storm. I would just sit under the covers and cry. But one day Rarity joined me under the covers and just held me as I...cried. She used what little magic ability she had at the time to create a little orb of light to protect me from the dark. And after that day, I wasn’t as afraid of the dark anymore, because I knew that I had somepony out there who would keep me safe. That there was somepony who really loved me. I...want you to feel the same way that I did that night. So come join me under the covers.” Sweetie then completely re-disappeared under the covers.
Joe’s heart beat became erratic and his breathing got heavy. He cautiously made his way over to the bed. Then he paused. He paused for a very long moment. contemplating what what might go on underneath those covers. What she would do. what he might do. He let out one last long breath, then he headed inside the covers.
It was dark inside. He could barely see his own hooves in front of him, but he completely submerged himself into the bed regardless. Then he saw a light. A little light violet ball shined brightly before him. Sweetie was trying with all of her might to light up the bed. Her eyes were tightly shut and sweat could be seen dripping from her forehead. “S-see Joe? I w-won’t let anything h-hurt you. I-i’ll keep y-you safe.” The ball began to grow in size, but fluctuate in its stability. “B-because I c-care about you. B-because I-...I-...I Love you”
The little ball began to shine brighter than anything Joe had seen before as it took the form of a heart. The ball then burst into a bunch of tiny heart shaped particles as Sweetiebelle fell over from over exertion. Joe lit up the sheets with his own magic as lightly stroked the mane of the now panting Sweetiebelle. He lifted up her chin and looked her dead in the eyes. “Sweetiebelle, that was...this is...” Joe was at a complete and utter loss for words. But after looking at that beautiful filly, her amazing smile, her flawless mane, her marshmallow like coat, and the true feeling of joy and compassion that could be seen in her eyes, the words seemed to effortlessly flow out of his mouth: “I love you too”.
The two ponies gazed into each other's eyes for a moment, smiling and brimming with true happiness, before bringing their bodies together and kissing in a passionate embrace, with the only the faint glow of their horns to light their special moment.
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 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-
“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.
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.
