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2023-08-23
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Colonel Horsey

Summary:

This Ken’s Caregiver is a plush horse!

Notes:

Drabble I posted on tumblr :p
Hoping I can start a Barbie agere trend on Ao3

CW! Below

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AGE PLAY TAG IS FOR FILTERING PURPOSES ONLY!
This contains AGE REGRESSION. (No age play once so ever, I don't write that kinky shit)
Here is a definition in case you don't know what that is.

Age regression occurs when someone reverts to a younger state of mind. This retreat may be only a few years younger than the person's physical age. It could also be much younger, into early childhood or even infancy.

If you
A. Aren't comfortable with that
B. just downright don't like it
Or
C. A fucking troll

DON'T READ IT! And if you do end up reading, don't go shit-talking about it In the comments, because you're not going to get any type of reaction from me. I am just going to ignore you, plain and simple.

BUT, If you do happen to enjoy this. PLEASE leave a comment, kudos, and bookmarks are cool too. Just anything to let me know that you like it or maybe how I can improve it. Criticism is ALWAYS welcome!

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

Ken places the floppy horse plush on his bed, facing away from him. 

 

  “Okay Colonel Horsey, I took a bath and brushed my teeths-“

 

Ken paused for a moment, waiting for a response from the stuffed horse. 

 

A beat of silence

 

  “Of course I wash behind my ears, Colonel Horsey!” Ken said defensively.

 

   “I only forget one time - okay more like 10- but I did this time for reals” Ken pouted. 



The horse stay silence

 

Ken huffed, he didn’t know what pajamas to pick. 

 

  “Colonel horsey, I need help.”

 

Ken turned the horse around and placed two pajamas set on the bed in front of him. 

 

  “Which one, colonel?”

 

The plushie sat and sat and sat until by some miracle (a well timed gust of wind) the horse flopped on a blue pajama shirt. It was covered in puppy-dogs as construction workers with the print ‘building is ruff work’



  “Good choice, Horsey!”

 

Ken quickly put on the pj set and grabbed horsey to bring in him in the kitchen. 



Ken had Horsey ‘help’ make a bottle of warm milk and poured a sippy cup with water to put at his bedside. 

 

Ken went back to his bedroom and set his bottle and sippy down next to him. He then had Colonel Horsey ‘tuck him in’. 

 

Ken drank his bottle. Feeling his eyelids grow heavy, he set the bottle down and bought his stuffed horse close to his chest, hugging it tightly. 

 

  “G’night, Horsey.” 







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