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It was night, and the room was silent. All the toys lay haphazardly
strewn across the room, left to rest where they had fallen. Up at
her mansion Barbie was sprawled out on the floor next to her lavish
pink bed, a plastic champagne bottle and empty glass sitting next to
her. She was clad only in a sparkly silver top, her overly
curvaceous frame nude from the waist down, her blonde hair matted
into knots. From the looks of her room, and the condition she was
in, it was obvious she had had yet another party. Downstairs, Midge
floated face down in the pool, her shocking orange hair swirling in
the murky water. She had on half of her bathing suit, the other half
having mysteriously vanished. Both she and Barbie got a bit wild
when they drank non existent liquor.
Across the room the Ken dolls were draped on top of one other, their
naked bodies pressed together. Neither had seen their clothing in
ages, as it had been discarded soon after they were released from
their boxes. They were relegated to running around in the buff,
while Barbie and her whorish friends got smothered with clothing.
Ken1 sat up a bit, running his hand over his perfectly styled
plastic hair. "It looks like Barbie is in another one of her drunken
Looking over at the darkened mansion, Ken2 could just make out
Barbie's feet peeking around the end of the bed. "Again? I didn't
know they made Lush Barbie."
Suppressing a chuckle, Ken1 looked down at his mirror image. Ken2
was always making him laugh, and he was pretty easy on the eyes. He
had to look away quickly, as staring at Ken2 for too long always
made his plastic crotch feel strange.
Ken2 looked up just then, caught in Ken1's plastic gaze. He didn't
even mind that the children had left them in this position; he liked
the feel of Ken1's smooth plastic chest against his. Then Ken1
looked away, and he felt disappointed. He always felt like there was
something missing in his life, something he just didn't have. He
should have been happy; there was the Malibu Beach House, that
Barbie and her friends hardly ever used now that they had the
Castle. He could drive the red Corvette convertible any time he
wanted, now that Barbie had had her license suspended after her
third DUI. And Barbie and her friends were always lounging about in
skimpy fashions that barely covered their bendable bodies. But he
just wasn't interested in all that. The nightlight reflected off of
Ken1's perfect profile, and suddenly his nonexistent heart beat
Never able to look away for long, Ken1's eyes were drawn back to the
doll spread out under him. Perhaps it was his imagination, but the
painted sparkle in Ken2's eyes seemed more distinct tonight, the
blue depths seeming to radiate warmth in the dim light of the room.
Ken1 knew he should move, but he couldn't force his rigid plastic
limbs to bend. He had to admit, if only to himself, that Ken2 was
strikingly handsome and he had wanted to be in this position for
quite some time. If he leaned down just a bit he could easily press
their molded plastic lips together...
Now Ken1 was looking at him again, and Ken2 was transfixed. He loved
the way Ken1's body felt on top of him, and he felt like if he moved
just a bit, it would feel even better... he wiggled, and Ken1
shifted just a bit, and their bodies lined up more perfectly. He
wondered what it would feel like to kiss Ken1; he'd seen real people
do it on television, and they seemed to like it very much. "Ken..."
If Ken1 had possessed the ability to breathe, then he would have
lost it as Ken2 looked up at him. The other Ken was just too
beautiful, a perfect sculpture of a man, and Ken1 was too weak to
resist the urges he felt. Dipping his head down, he touched his lips
to Ken2's, wishing that he had a bendable neck so he could get a
slightly better angle. But, even with the awkwardness the tentative
kiss was better than anything he had ever felt. Usually he was
crushed against Barbie's face, and forced to kiss her plain drawn on
smile; but now as he felt Ken2's lips against his own, he knew what
a real kiss felt like. It burned through his body, making him feel
like he had been left lying in the sun for too long.
Somehow hard plastic felt like warm soft lips, and Ken2 kissed back
without reservation. So different from Barbie and her plastic
curves, Ken1 was every inch a man and knew just how he felt. Ken2
arched up as Ken1's arms went to either side of him, and if he moved
his hip joints just so, his plastic crotch pressed against Ken1's
identical one. For once, he was glad of the fact that no one ever
bothered to put clothes on them (though they had several perfectly
serviceable outfits, and Ken2 was particularly fond of the African
Safari outfit). The pressure of the smooth plastic against him made
him ache inexplicably.
Ken1 also felt the strange current passing through him as their
crotches clicked together again and again. He wished that he could
wrap Ken2's legs around him, but the other doll wasn't quite that
flexible and such a position would most likely result in Ken2's legs
being snapped off. So, he settled for grinding their smooth
crotches against each other as he rubbed their mouths together.
There was something odd coiling behind his perfectly molded stomach,
some need, or ache that wanted to be satisfied; but he had no idea
how to sate it.
If Ken2 could have panted, he would have, as the unfamiliar feeling
built up. Somehow he knew what they were doing was illicit, that
they shouldn't be doing this, but he didn't want it to ever stop. He
felt frantic and needy and so good at the same time; every time
Ken1's crotch rubbed against his, he moaned. He bent his arms as far
as they would go and moved them until they rested on Ken1's hard
Groaning, which was quite a feat considering his lips couldn't move,
Ken1 slammed his hips down as he felt Ken2's hands settling on his
ass. He cursed his manufacturers for forcing him to be imprisoned in
the flesh colored undergarments that he could not escape. His
movements grew jerky, due to both his joint structure and the fact
that he was nearing the pinnacle of some new feeling. His crotch
was growing warmer and warmer, feeling like it was almost melding
with Ken2's. He couldn't help moaning out his lover's - and by a
bizarre twist, his own - name. "Ken! Oh, Ken!"
Ken2 felt it too; the strange heat radiated out from where their
bodies rubbed together. It felt incredible, like he was on the edge
of something new and wonderful. He wished he was real, wished he
could move more, wished for something he didn't even know, as
suddenly his crotch felt even hotter, and an intense wrenching,
indescribable feeling gripped him. His crotch felt molten, even
liquid, and his body jerked minutely against Ken1's.
The feeling of Ken2 shuddering under him triggered something in
Ken1. His plastic frame shook as something tore through his body,
leaving him even more immobile than he was normally. His crotch was
hot and felt somewhat wet, though he didn't know such a thing was
possible. He collapsed onto Ken2, restoring them to their previous
position, though he felt far more relaxed and satiated than he just
minutes before. "What.. What was that?"
"I don't know," whispered Ken2. "But I liked it." A quick glance
around showed him that none of the other dolls had noticed anything
amiss. He felt shy, but he looked up at Ken1. "Did you like it?"
Attempting to nod his head, Ken1 grew frustrated when his neck
wouldn't move. "I did," he replied softly. "I hope that we get left
like this again. Maybe in the Corvette next time." He didn't know if
they'd be lucky enough to have a second chance, but he hoped they
would. The experience had been so amazing that Ken1 was already
"Oh, I like the Corvette," said Ken2 softly. "But maybe we'd better
move, just in case someone sees us this way?" Ken2 didn't want to be
separated from Ken1, but he also wanted this to happen again.
"You're right," Ken1 agreed reluctantly. "Although, we'll have to
get back into position before morning so we don't raise suspicions."
Ken1 had no desire to move, but he knew Ken2 was right; if Barbie
woke up she'd throw a hissy fit at seeing them this way. Ken1 tried
to roll to the side, but to his horror Ken2 moved with him. He tried
rolling the other way with the same results. Maneuvering his hands
to the ground, Ken1 pushed up a bit and was finally able to figure
out why he had felt so warm and wet a minute ago. It seemed that the
friction between their bodies had not only metaphorically made them
melt, but had also literally made them melt. Their plastic crotches
had overheated and bonded together. "Umm... Ken?"
Ken2's eyes were as wide as they ever got as he realized their
predicament. "Yes, Ken?" he asked, hoping that the other doll knew
what was going on.
Trying to break the news as gently as possible, Ken1 smiled (Well,
he always smiled, but this time he meant it). "I'm afraid we're
stuck with each other."