>Of course he would want somepony else…
>And Rarity was always much more confident and refined than you.
>…
>You always knew.
>He always helped her at her boutique in the evenings.
>And he always returned with the scent of her perfume on his skin.
>His masculine odor drifting from his body.
>…
>You tried your best to keep him satisfied.
>You made him dinner every night.
>You gave him massages.
>You even tried to be more... tempting in bed.
>…
>After a while, he just… lost interest.
>He wasn’t as energetic or eager in bed, and you always had to get him going.
>It was a chore to him.
>You still made love.
>He didn’t.
>…
>You got invited to dinner at Rarity’s home with Anon.
>You both went together; he insisted it.
>As she opened the door, you saw the sparkle in their eyes as their looked at each other.
>Like you were looking at a couple in love.
>Anon kissed her on the cheek.
>Rarity gave you a subtle smile.
>You swallowed, and looked away ashamed.
>Of course he would want somepony else…
>…
>Perhaps in a vein attempt to lie to convince yourself she won’t do this, you complimented her dress.
>She thanked you, and walked Anon to the table.
>...
>You were invited to the kitchen to help get the food.
>SeaShore Salad.
>His favorite.
>As you picked up a plate and headed toward the dinner table she pulled you aside.
>Leaning close, she whispered in your ear.
>…
"I’m in heat…”