Hot Cookie Love

Dedicated to Cookie Needs Love
Why did I write this??????? Whenever I write romance....
This slightly NSFW song may help with the experience. Read and enjoy.

They were the star-crossed lovers.

They were born of Pinkie Pie.

They were Mr. and Mrs. Cookie.

Their life was short and tragic, yet they enjoyed every moment, lived the day as it was.

They met in the cramped apartments, with few windows. It was the poor neighborhood, black and sooty. The apartment was worn and old, and they had to share it with others just like them. But it was all they could afford. They were young and rash at the time. Neither of them held a stable job. It was there that they first met and it was there that they fell in love. Both were about the same age. For them, it was not the case that opposites attract. Instead, the two were as similar as peas in a pod. It was like they came from the same batch. They were both sweet and tender. There was no better match in the world in their eyes.

Then they got married. When they first joined together, it was a magical moment. They could feel themselves melting together. Mr. Cookie felt himself elongating and hardening. The worries they had, the chips on their shoulders, it all melted away. All they could feel was bliss and heat, heat so hot that steam was rising into the roof. They wished that this moment could last forever, the greatest moment of their love.

Soon, they were about to reach their climax. Hot liquid splashed out as they reached an epiphany. When they finished, they could feel their gooey insides. It was the warm comfy feeling after drinking hot chocolate on a winter’s day or waking up to the sun shining brightly.

They moved to nicer apartments since both of them had finally gotten stable incomes. Although they still had to live with others just like them, it was nicer. These apartments had plenty of windows. They could sit back and enjoy the scenery. They thought they had all the time in the world to sit back and enjoy.

Every moment some of their friends disappeared, never to be seen again. The pair never cared. It only drove them to live life better. They knew that they would leave with no regrets, for they had tried their best and they had been happy. They had other friends too. The Cakes were one of their best friends. The Cakes had a more luxurious life to be sure, but it didn’t change anything because they were all happy.

They spent time telling each other stories of how they fell in love, stories of embarrassment, of triumph, stories of achievement. But the because the Cakes were important, they knew they had to go soon. Pinkie Pie secretly threw them a party because she knew. They told the Cookies that they should live life as if there was no tomorrow.

It came as a shock to the Cookies that the Cakes had been separated. It helped them understand the advice that the Cakes had given them. It helped prepare them for the inevitable hardship ahead of them.

So when the Cakes left too, the Cookies were more passionate than before. Their lives had never been better.

But time stops for nothing. The Cookies grew old. They could no longer keep up as they had before. The heat died down, but their love never wavered. Even as they died and wrinkled, they still enjoyed the vibrant colors of their surroundings. Pinkie Pie was a constant source of enjoyment as well. Her antics had them giggling with mirth. The Cookies knew that they too would have to go soon.

Then they were taken too, forced into a dark chamber. It was spacious and comfortable but there was nothing to do. It was here that they started to fear for their lives. It was only ever a nagging doubt that was drowned by their love for each other though. They had a good life before and they had never been separated. Even if they could not see each other, they could feel each other’s presence. That was enough comfort for the both of them.

This was the darkest moment in their life. They knew the end was nigh. It was a fifty-fifty chance but Mr. Cookie knew he had to protect Mrs. Cookie. He covered her with his body. Mrs. Cookie sobbed the last of her moisture away. Mrs. Cookie knew that whatever happened, she would meet Mr. Cookie again. They both believed in some sort of afterlife. They knew that fate would not be so cruel as to separate them forever.

Then Mrs. Cookie was gone too. The crumbs of their life flashed before them. Both of them were transferred into a dark, sloping tunnel. There, they were smashed to bits. There, they were broken. There, they were grinded to mush. There, they felt everything eat away at their skin. There, they felt the pain and agony. It was only because of the fact that they were together that let them triumph this horrid fate, this cruel fate. It was only because of the fact that they had lived life to the fullest that they were content and happy. It was only because of the tact that they were together that nothing broke their pure and peaceful bond.

At the end of the dark tunnel, they stopped moving. It was there that they melted and melded one last time. It was a truly magical moment for them both. They could feel the heat of their youth again. It seemed as if they were saying their last words. But they didn’t have to, for they understood each other.

I love you.

They are the star-crossed lovers.

They had been born of Pinkie Pie.

They are Mr. and Mrs. Cookie.

They lived a happy life and had a happy end in Twilight’s stomach.

Under the starry sky
There we meet together
Time quickly passed by
Each moment e’er closer