Sex & Candy

by Tholamas

Rating: mature
Tags: Fluttershy, Adventure, Pinkie Pie, Sex, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Human, Romance
Length: 1008

The following story was written while listening to "Allen Stone - Sex & Candy" As I sit and listen, I couldn't help but think of a lovely little pink mare who always knew how to make me smile.

This is a story about love and of sensation, of scents and softness, of warmth and the caress of one's soul with another. Of hearts focus and of minds enthralled, and entangled. A story of tears shed, in joyous fulfillment and realization that what was thought a yearning need denied, was instead returned. Of vulnerabilities and imperfections accepted, valued, cherished...loved.

Published 2019-08-25 00:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-08-25 00:40:01 UTC

prologue

The candlelight grew low as time marched onward, their flames swayed in the breeze of an open window, the smell of autumn on the wind. The Moonlight flowed in, casting its ethereal glow on all it touched. I sat with my back against the headboard. Holding in my arms something so precious, so wonderful, words failed me. We had been laying like this for quite some time. She lay atop my relaxed form, snuggling her head into my chest still trying to get as close as possible. She held onto me as I held onto her, as if one of us would cease to exist should the other one let go. As I used a hand to caress her back and feeling her softness give way beneath my fingertips, moving past the blades of her shoulders to the arc of her neck and letting the hair cascade through my fingers like a pink waterfall. The moon and candle light shimmering off of each strand, giving me yet another reason to stare at the brilliant and beautiful love of my life. One more among an uncountable number. I felt my heart swell as a hum of contentment graced my ears. A sound I will never tire of. Just as the sound of her laughter will never cease to spark my own mirth whenever I have the privilege of hearing it's infectious melody. Flecks of dust wafted in between the open curtains as they swayed slowly to and fro, each spec glowing like a firefly caught by the Moonbeams of a beautiful night sky.

"Pinkie Pie"

As we lay here taking comfort in each other's presence and closeness, I reflect upon the changes I see before me, in her as well as myself. Her, the very aspect of joy. As well as a seemingly boundless youthful exuberance and laughter made manifest. Of sweetness and beauty given form and will its own. As I felt her small form rise and fall with each drawn breath a calm and reserved expression played upon her face. A few stray locks being gently coaxed back into place by my wandering hand. What I see before me is a rare thing indeed, a version of her so few have the opportunity to witness for themselves. Though through even this peaceful vale, a ghost of a smile pulled at her wonderful lips. A sense of limitless happy energy bubbling just beneath the surface. Woeful few have seen the treasure I now hold and recognized it for what it is truly worth, a fact I find infuriating as well as take a small yet ever present (though guilt-ridden) pleasure in knowing. For if the blind and ignorant, gained knowledge of who and what lay at her heart, if they could have seen the purity and undescribable nature of her soul, I very much doubt I would have had the opportunity to call her my own, to tell her how I truly feel. Having been whisked away long ago, taken from this version of me that had yet to exist. A train of thought I do not wish to entertain. But to face such a daunting task as to telling her and that of the world, what she means to me, and how special and unique she truly is. That I love her with every breath and every beat, with each passing moment, with all that was and all that will be. I find myself inadequate. Though I am aware of my own flaws and inabilities, that does not in any varying degree mean, I shall not try. With a will indomitable there is no other choice then to succeed. Even if it takes a lifetime or even more time than I have to live "where there is a will there's a way" and my will is absolute.

"Pinkie Pie"

An oath to do whatever is necessary, whatever is needed to make her smile even once more. To make sure she knows that if the world turned against us, then it is the world that would fall. That if Death himself, "The Reaper Grim" stood before me at the gates of the underworld. Even he could not keep me away, could not stop me from keeping her safe. That unlike the many that have claimed “If I could I would give you the world”. Words whispered time and again by lovers past and present. Should she want on silver platter. Unlike them, if she wished. she need only be patient enough for me to conquer it. To remind her of the love and passion I possess for her, of how wonderful she truly is, whispered between lips loving caress and warm embrace, each and every day. The stars twinkled as the hours grew late, the fatigue of the day making Itself known. Taking comfort in our enrapture and the silken cloud we lay upon, I let tiredness overtake my mind, and with thoughts of the future and anticipation of waking to see her bright smiling face, our breathing slowed even more, becoming paced and rhythmic. The last images of the night being remembered as her eyes, Of eyes, a glacial blue unlike anything I had ever seen, though her gaze anything but frigid. Deep and elemental like the mountains of ice themselves, bottomless and containing the unknowable. As I look into pools of endless blue, I make this promise.

"My Pinkie Pie"

Author's Note

I've had this tale whispering in the back of my mind for quite some time but I simply have not had the opportunity to start it. To put a bit of pressure on myself writing and Publishing the prologue should hopefully motivate me to allocate a sufficient amount of time to work on the story as I go. And now as I speak to you the MLP community I ask that you grant me at least a small amount of leniency when it comes to the story, this is my first... (ever). Critiques, constructive or otherwise are welcome and encouraged.