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Above sunrayed skies and fleeting flurries of dwindling wind, he can't help but fall deeper and deeper, a blossoming love unveiling within alterted time. It'll pass, the unbending truth of it all. But in the meantime, pleasant bliss cramped within a changing stall will surely suffice.
Shimmying into bright yellow swim shorts, Wilford simply cannot help himself in blatantly ogling the doll across from him. His boyfriend pulls a soft matching set of pink shorts on, little sail boat designs that glide up a pair of smooth tan legs, perfectly positioned around sculpted calves and tied upon the most luscious of hips. By the breath of a dog! He'd bed the other immediately if it weren't for their pesky plans getting in the way! His darling doll appears overjoyed as they exit the changing stalls, stepping out onto a sandy board walk until their feet collide upon a large expanse of beach. The sun shines down in an array of golden light, blanketing the area within a heated glare upon pops of colourful umbrellas planted in the ground. Equally dressed folk in swimsuits or shorts pass by, fluid quacks of conversation flowing around them. What a downright perfumptually perfect day for celebration! His love appears ecstatic next to him, gliding down grains of sand as he utters out; "I'm so glad we're here! I'm an expert when it comes to this!"
In expressive vigour, Wilford nods his head back and forth, endlessly glad for the other's company. He'd woken his sweet lover that morning within a lustrous hold, peppering presses of lips into softened skin upon early sunlight. Their first anniversary! He could barely contain himself, a whole year of days soaked in pink fervour and everlasting romance! He'd been wracking his brain to imagine what life he could've had beforehand, a spiel of interweaving memories tainted in their beginnings of fading light. Somehow, he'd found himself luckier than a plastic pony! Bogged down and smitten with this gorgeous man! He'll marry that doll one day, he's sure of it.
Staring out upon glistening waters, he watches in complete adoration as his boyfriend sprints down the shore, a soft laugh bubbling over to accompany the quiet lull of calming waves. Suds of seafoam brush up against his ankles in a gentle contact as he combs through winding strains of ocean to meet the other, who'd somehow already gotten halfway out into the water. Tufts of blonde hair moisten as they disappear underneath a surface of shining blue. A swirling change in the tides makes itself known. Hm.. what could possibly be happening here? With sudden intrigue upon the figure below him, Wilford happily pretends to be caught off guard when his lovely doll rises in a splash, tackling him with rushed arms wrapping around his midsection and a cold wet nose digging into his sundry neck. Huffing in a fond sense of exasperation, he circles the koala-bear's hold in support.
In a minutely moment of surprise, he slides his hands beneath the doll's deliciously bulky glutes, hoisting him up in a sudden gesture. The other squeals, flailing about in panic before wrapping those smooth legs around his waist. Tanned forearms rise to trap themselves across his neck until he's connected with a thicker pair of biceps lain wet over his skin. Oh, sweet succulent heaven on earth! He'll take five million more instances of this right here! Plush lips begin to pluff against his sensitive skin in the warmest of breaths, inadvertently leaving him breathless in response. He presses several silky kisses over the other's mouth in a frenzied swap before slowing right down, marking the other's skin in a sultry sliver of drawn out appreciation for his blissful existence in this universe. He bequeaths a sigh admist the ocean breeze, looking into those delicate seasong eyes that crinkle along the edges in tandem with an elated grin. He's not sure how he'd survived all these years without this beauteous doll adorning his everyday.
After mirthfully splashing one another within a feigned scorn of battle, a light bulp brightens over his head. Grasping his man by the waist, he flips him right up and over his shoulder. Cackling as the other squirms in an embarrassed flutter above him, shrill voice spluttering; "Baby! No- wait- what are you doing!? How are you doing this!?" as he's carried all the way up the beach before being plopped down onto a stripy pink towel. A heated blush blooms upon his boyfriend's cheeks against sun soaked skin, leaving Wilford mesmerised under his gaze. He lowers himself down where they huddle close upon the dune, pulling little smooches from eachother between hushed mumbles and giggles. He really can't help himself, pressing his lips down onto that soft sweetened clavicle in the hopes of pulling out a devouring sound or shift from the other. He's naught for hoping when his wish is deliciously granted. They slowly dry off under the sun, admist helping apply spf cream he swipes a dollop across his lover's nose, who laughs in response before Wilford's left with several smears of sun block upon his own face. They end up sun safe none the less?
As the heat dials up, bordering on blistering, his boyfriend grasps his arm before excitedly pulling him away from the sandy shores in search of sustenance. They find themselves infront of an ice-cream trailer, his doll basically vibrating next to him as they stay interlinked in the line. Wilford had caught on to several pesky looks and comments at their obvious canoodiling but honestly, he couldn't give a flying swan what they thought! If possible, he would have had his hands permanently glued to that sinfully soft skin wrapped around the most delicate dip of waist he's ever felt, finding himself already halfway there most days. His palms circle around that smooth curve currently while dipping his head to rest against his boyfriend's shoulder. He's so blissfully gone on this doll and he'd catapult himself off a boat five times over before even trying to detach from him. Wilford blearily lifts his head just as the ice-cream bell rings from their place, now front and centre of the queue.
His darling doll wraps one arm around him before gleefully ordering, taking the lead as he's lost within his love's addictive touch. For several minutes his boyfriend chatters away about distinct levels of sprinkles upon bubblegum ice-cream while he fails to notice the ball of fluff sitting near his legs. Looking down, a panting dog meets him. They're staring up intently, adorable doe eyes looking deeply into his endless soul. Wilford raises an eyebrow with an air of quizzicality, taking in those tufts of fluff with slight befuddlement.
"Don't i know you from somewhere..?"
The pup woof's quietly below him, tail wagging in a frenzy. With their ice-creams in hand, Ken turns only to squeal in sudden delight. He flings their cones, giddiness taking over as Wilford haphazardly grips onto their delicious treats mid-air with the help of his time syphoning abilities. The doll drops in an instant, crouching to immediately dote the equally excited pup. His boyfriend scratches among the many pets he bestows upon their furry friend, uttering a high noted string of "oh! Look at you! Aren't you precious!! Hello!" Anywho, sue him for his jealous pursuit of shifting closer to inspect the precarious pup. They had fur of the bleach blonde variety, matching the doll fawning over them with a smiley pant permanent upon their face. A long tongue sticks out as Ken continues gushing, twisting the fluffle's collar around in the hopes of finding a name tag.
"Who are you gorgeous girl? Chica? What a lovely name for that sweet face!"
Gosh diddly darnit, not again! He groans from above, garnering both pup and doll's attention. The other tilts his head with an air of worried confusion gleaming from those ocean eyes, simultaneously continuing to ruffle the dog's scruff of fluff.
"What is it? Do you think her owner went far?"
"Owners my darling, I know this one"
The light of his life is somehow unable to outshine the golden glory of the dog next to him. They seem to be attached at the hip despite just meeting, he knows only from a great deal of experience that his boyfriend had that effect quite often. Wilford had found himself among this pompous pup many a time, often trailing behind him on random instances of interdimentriversal before he'd be forced to begrudgingly return her home. He groans once more within garnered company, watching Ken happily let her lap at his pink sprinkle topped ice-cream, an ecstatic grin gliding across his face... they simply couldn't return her just yet.
Chica trots along beside them on the board walk, basking in sun rays that happened to adore her fluffled fur. His lover had not stopped smiling, not even for a moment. It's as aggravating that it hadn't been him to make such a thing happen as it is overwhelmingly wholesome on his desecrated heart. They begin to wander through bustling streets of cityscape, chatter engulfing his ears within a cacophonous sensation of floundering conversation. He's always been quite enamoured with earth's ability to be so tightly knit in their communities, spirals of colour and decoration adorning their every path. They pass by a pilatso gift shop decked out with everything pink that one could ever imagine. Wilford immediately spots the wistful look in his boyfriend's eyes and in a simple gesture, he directs them the opposite way, a gentle hand splayed across a small divet on the other's back, all while their fluffy companion began nudging his doll's legs forward until his sullen gaze finally locked onto something else. They work towards finishing their bubblegum ice-cream in the meantime, passing street vendors and rushed bodies flowing by within senseless noise.
In the corner of his vision, a distinct glow emanating from one of the many alleyways in their surrounds entices him forward. Now, what in the great gorlicous galaxy could this possibly be doing here? He's fitfully unwinding from the warmest touch of delicate skin that he hates to leave, turning in quick succession as time slows to a still frame. Flickers of that sparkling wormholiness that he knows far too well beckon him onwards. Why in the blasted reality was this here!? He narrows his eyes at the glistening hole in the air, walking even closer to inspect the anomaly. A black and white hand shoots out from within and grasps the collar of his shirt, roughly dragging him forward in an effort to siphon him straight through the portal! "You- what- stop this at once!" Wilford growls out, moustache flaring as he pulls against the glitching hand tugged deep into the fabric of-- this was one of his favourite shirts!
Clenching onto the mysterious grip, he begins to shut the portal in quick momentum, wrenching the hand away in time to shove the arm right back through the unbecoming tell-tale signs of a dimension about to close. Bastard! Wilford brushes over his lapels, dusting off the rumpled fabric as the multiversal glow around him begins to fade. Wait a second, when had he even put on a shirt?¿ Unbeknownst, he licks his ice-cream in great succession, that whole fiasco leaving him terribly behind on finishing the melting treat. "Another time old friend! I'm very busy as of late!"
With that out of the way, he eagerly skips back to where he'd left his loving doll and dog frozen in time. Everything begins to speed up, reality forthcoming in it's essential need to placate. Wilford skids to a halt.
He'd.. left them right here?
How could he possibly lose them!? He'd stopped bumbling TIME for goodness sake! Placing a tiny cap over his endless catastrophizing that was bound to get out of several hands, he marches over to where he'd left the love of his life with someone's very adorable dog! Hoping to spot any footprints or clues of some sort, a muddy paw print catches his eye, watery against the pavement. He steps forward with direction, head on a swivel in the hopes of catching a glimpse of bleach blonde hair that shimmered pink in the sunlight. Gosh this was hopeless! There were far too many people!!
How can he a multidimensional magical being lose his boyfriend!? Out of ALL of his time bendy wendy powers and fickle past to present fizzles and he couldn't do this ONE THING!? With the greatest sigh of momentary defeat, Wilford pulls out his phone, opening Life360.
His darling doll hadn't strayed far, only a few minutes away. He's still quite querfuddled at just how his love was able to move through stopped time! He must be rubbing off on the other a little bit. A flurry of glowing light engulfs him, pulling him forward in a twister of vertiginous motion until he's blinking against it, peaking open to find himself in that pink pilatso gift shop. It almost appears as if the creator of barbieland had vomited all over the area in an array of pink and only pink. Clustered piles in every direction of pink gift bags, pink plush toys, pink notepads and pink travel cards, a whole isle of blushing pens, did he mention this store was pink?
Wilford's gaze vehemently returns to his sparkly cased phone, noting he's arrived at the exact location of his missing beaut. Now you see, his own lovely doll is quite the fan of this colour but there seemed to be a lack of customers upon the pastel decor, just a few scattered bodies sticking out like sore thumbs in their grey coats and denim jeans amongst the bright store. Wilford and Ken may as well have been prop ornaments. He steps forward before immediately backtracking, a face full of blonde fur obscuring his vision.
"Woof! Woof Woof!"
"Pah!" He dutifully spits out strands of dog hair, shaking his head in annoyance with his eyes squeezed shut. Wilford uses his fingers to wipe fluff off his tongue before glaring at the hyperactive dog next to him. They're about exact height, the pup having knocked him to the ground in all the commotion. "What in the himmonculous was that for!?" "Woof!!"
Chica's tail zips back and forth in an accelerant, she seemed almost frightened or maybe panicked with her huffing pants and ever arching woof's in volume. "Stop with your barking! You know i can understand you right? Whatever is the matter you whiley mutt!?" Chica is silenced with a pout, sitting down as a wave of understanding passes through her. She sticks her tongue out for a moment before woofing out;
"The pretty doll is in trouble! Get off your ass!!"
Well he didn't have to be told twice, or as rudely for that matter, but he figured it's at least deserved. Wilford simmers while lifting his legs, rising up in determination with a petulant dog. He nods toward the pup, a silent exchange as she seems to almost nod back in reverence. The dog leads him through winding trails of pink and more goshdarn pink, he's rather a fan of the colour but by the grace of universes! At least have some sense in shades and pattern! He almost trips over a pink pony toy strewn across their path, looking down in quick succession to avoid a right clubbing of the thing. A woof sounds to his left, Chica having frantically ran ahead. Loud shouting fills his ears, the deep brawls of venomous bile unveiled behind a pretty pink shelf. He steps over to find more toys scattered across the glittery flooring, looking up to see his gorgeous boyfriend cowering behind what appeared to be an employee, dressed in what looked like a business casual get up of pastel pink accompanied by a hot pink apron, 'pilatso express' embroidered upon the front.
"Can't a freak like you watch where he's going!? Seriously i get paid six dollars an hour for this shit!"
His darling sprouts a quiet gape under the employee's enraged glare, nervously fiddling with his hands and unable to get a single word out. The worker continues digging into him with threats among weaker threats, tittering on about 'guys like him' in such an ironically degrading sense of indignity, it has flames rising up Wilford's insides at the mere turnaround. His doll's eyes take on a glazed film, pristine blue mellowing out to a cloudier sky of unseeing orbs. His boyfriend is utterly frozen, eerily still in his silence as petty judgements now fall upon deaf ears. Wilford growls lowly within the time it takes to appear right behind them.
In a rough grip, he shoves the employee away, leaving behind a scathing look etched in dastard vengeance before stepping in between the brewing altercation. He pushes the angered acquaintance further back, puffing out his chest in protectively reinforced vigour. A series of barks sound behind them, Chica locked within a defensive pose of rabbid scarcity, claws digging into sparkles surrounded by discarded toys. She's gearing up to pounce, but that just won't do, anyone who dares address his love in such a vilifying way deserved far worse than death or decay. He's more than happy to rip this pathetic piece of wasted cosmotic life's beating heart straight out of his chest with his bare fucking hands! Staining pristine pink in a deep bleeding red and then, only then! He'll go and leave the worst yelp review anyone's ever seen!
Huffing with malice, he reels in his crazed fantasies. He's already been trailed by universal figures of his past once today and he'd like to avoid attracting anymore attention. Thoughts spur on within his head, tracking down a possibly safer universe to hide in for awhile, maybe 145967? No, he's frequented there far too many times, 6748385 might do, maybe 11758 even. Blasted! Back to buisness! In a seething rumble he grasps the worker by his apron before shoving him up against the pretty pink row of shelves. They wobble as a scattarray of items topple and fall in motion, crashing onto the floor to join their towed compatriots in a nightmare of never-ending pink.
"Fumbling waste of FUCKING BREATH! Hear me now or i'll smite you into a universe of blood and terror for you to drown in! You'll not like it there! No no no, upon a waxing moon of human remains you'll find plenty of mutated deviation to toy with the likes of you! Oh what joys they'd have passing around your mutilated limbs in a joint spliff, you squaloring cunt!"
He'd promised his precious doll that he wouldn't put anyone in a chokehold again and he's really regretting having made it a pinkie promise. Goodness gracious hellscape he'll just have to humiliate him a little, what point is there in leaving him only half threatened? That's half the fun!! A mischievous smirk flies across his face in an instant, now now, which interdimensional pocket of space and time had he left his ice-cream in again? He musters the mirth to pull his cone out among the barking ploys of a whining dog before ruefully shoving the employee even further up the shelves as pink puffles clatter over.
"Now that i've garnered your baseless attention, i'll make this quick so you can get to cleaning up hm? That is your job is it not? Whatever happened to customer service these days? Maybe they should harden their lessons, a good spanking of the ruler should teach well right? Maybe something sharper? Hmm"
He ponders while licking a vicarious stripe up melting bubblegum ice-cream, a few stray sprinkles litter his grinning moustache. The worker who fit right into the shelves perfectly begins panting out a monopoly of stuttering breaths beneath him, palms shifting over his brazen hold in a fickle attempt of dislodging it. Golly! They never learn do they? Mayhaps it would be alright if he just messed around with the man a bit. Surely his lovely doll would appreciate someone so befuddlingly rude being put in their place, no? Wilford savours one more glorious taste of sweet bubblegum before sending the other a quaint little smile. In an instant, he's tipping the cold cone directly down the front of the man's shirt, watching vibrant pink drip down within a massive spreading stain upon pointlessly pastel button up. He can feel his cheshire grin widening, letting go in an instant, an empty ice-cream cone smacks onto the floor where he wilfully tiptoes away, a little skip in his step toward his frozen doll.
"Come now darling! We must return to the beach for that unmistakably beautiful sunset you were telling me about!"
His love's cheeks darken in a deep blush, caught up in his words and the reality of their entire situation really. Wilford takes the other's hand into a gentle hold, rubbing his thumb over smooth skin before slowly guiding him away. The pads of fluffy paws echo behind them as they step over pinkish toys and papers strewn about. Finally, blessedly free among the sunshine! Chica seems to be in eager agreement, barking a couple joyful woof's as she circles around them over and over. In a moment's notice, weight wraps around his side, sinking into him as tanned arms filt themselves upon his waist the same way someone would a comforting teddy bear from their softest of memories. Subtle shakes begin wracking his doll's frame as he holds on tight. Wilford immediately embraces him, shifting impossibly closer upon the feeling of his shirt dampening around his neck.
Whisking them away, cascading light surrounds them in quick succession, swiftly pulling them forward until they find themselves within sifts of sandy ground among the all knowing crash of waves upon a salted seashore. His sweetheart unclutches, face slowly revealed in a fit of freshly-brewed teary eyes and flushed cheeks. Wilford croons at the sight, pulling his lover back in for another squeeze. He begins gently running his hands over blonde locks, pressing a kiss to the side of them while looking out upon the glistening sea. The sunset. A professional in every sense, it's as if his doll feels the sun moving on it's course, turning around in his hold to watch it begin setting upon the waving waters.
As the shining star takes it's time, he finds himself sitting upon the dune once more under their stripy beach towel, watching the waves melt beyond in a flurry of kindled motion. Just a ways over the shore, his partner lovingly throws a yellow frisbee into the air, caught over and over between sharp canines before a huffing retriever returns the toy to his smooth palms. The cycle repeats, elated puffs of air between genuine smiles on the other's face. He's caught within that joyful wonder, warming his own beating heart until the man is running back toward him, a sprinting ball of fluff chasing after until they crash directly in front of him. Sand flicks up into his face, his expression souring with a gall of indignation. It doesn't inheret the reaction he wants, pickled picks of dastard cuddlefish! His eyes must be overly crowded with fondness. Ken grins back, elated with his trifles while ruffling Chica's fur once more. His boyfriend shuffles over to press the gentlest kiss to his cheek. Wilford is melting into a puddle of softened adoration as he's written.
They end the day with soft lips pressed against one another upon every smooth surface of skin available. The beach had lulled in patrons, leaving the two to bask in low orange light and festering winds. Encased in his arms, his darling doll's eyes begin to droop, closing at every interval before they'd startlingly widen once more. Endeared to no end, a chuckle escapes him watching this play out. He stifles continuing giggles to press another kiss upon the other's forehead, "rest now my darling, i'll keep you safe." Ken stares up from below him, a tiny smile appearing before his eyes close within lax comfort. It's a heart-seeping display of trust as short puffs of air amongst sweet dreams fill his ears. He's mellowed with warmth upon the realisation. In quiet resonance, Wilford turns toward the fluffy pup resting at their feet, a delicate pull within him when a hopeful thought passes through. Chica looks up with compassionate interest, big doe eyes widening while her tongue hangs out in a patient pant.
"What do you say we pop in for a quick visit with your old friend hm?"
He wormholes them forward with gleeful intent, carefully depositing his sleeping beauty within a separate portal where he's lain upon the softest of pink sheets in restful bliss, safely tucked away while he's out for the moment. In a whirlwind, he whisks himself and the fuzzling dog away. Surroundings of soft brightened white greet them, gliding over every surface in a peaceful glow of content. Chica looks around, gleaming with sudden intrigue upon quiet woof's that begin pattering out in the distance. A brownish-blonde dog pitter-patters towards them within the everlasting light, barking with fervour among jumps of joy. A flash of recognition shines within those puppy eyes next to his vaguely undead form before the dogs are galloping forward to meet eachother in what could only be described as a warm hug.
Chica jumps up and down in a flurried excitement, barking in tandem with the other dog as they circle one another, sniffing and licking in ecstatic interest. They run around in an endearing tackle for what could have been centuries, taking turns chasing after the other before meeting once more in fervoured excitement, but with an unseen finality, their kindled connection comes to a close. With sullen hesitance, Chica looks over to him in quiet understanding. Wilford nods back, a similar feeling settled deep within his chest.
⌛︎ ...
Fluffy paws thump against grainy dunes as she wanders across a sunny day. Waves lapping over land, sniffing out those familial scents she knew all too well. A blinding pink light flashes behind her before disappearing out of existence. Chica barks a cheerful farewell before human shouts accompanied with a persistent woofing gain her attention. She turns to find her parents and sister running toward her, unbridled relief growing within her little heart. She reunites with them on the beach, sandy fur flicking over her face as calloused hands ruffle her hair, scratching softly in the best spots. A spiel of voices overtake her sensitive floppy ears, happy gestures and chants filling her with joy once more.