The Continuation of Ken and Barbie

7193835090_ccf4f53f88_zBarbie sat breathless on the ground as she admire how Ken had ripped GI Joe’s head clean from his shoulders, tossing it aside as if it were nothing more than garbage.

“Wow, Kenny….that was – “

“Beet you didn’t think I had it in me, did you? Who’s got no balls now?” Ken smirked as he flopped down beside Barbie, not even caring that he was missing an arm and that one of his legs was bent at a very strange angle.

Ken’s shirt was torn, his pants stained with mud and his hair sticking up in all directions. He looked nothing like he normally did, but Barbie found her plasticky insides twitching at the thought of seeing Ken completely naked.

“It makes you horny, doesn’t it?” Ken smirked as he awkwardly turned onto his side and laid a stiff plastic hand on Barbie’s face, one that she immediately placed a soft kiss on.

“You’re my hero, Ken,” she gushed, moving herself close enough so that their bodies touched.

It wasn’t long before both of them were as naked as the day they’d been manufactured, giving in to passion as their non-articulating limbs moved awkwardly as both tried to gain the upper hand in the sensuous duel.

Having done his business, Ken rolled off Barbie and placed his remaining arm behind his head, gazing up at the sky above. “We’re good together, Barb. If you and I stick together the world could be our oyster.”

Now it was Barbie’s turn to lay on her side, her fingerless hand moving up and down Ken’s chest. “I think I love you, Ken….”

“KEN! You cheating bastard!”

Storming her way through a melee of severed limbs and kicking GI Joe’s head out of the way, Cindy stomped toward the two young lovers.

Ken tried to grab his shirt with his one remaining arm but found it pinned under Cindy’s shiny red high heel shoes.

“Babe,” he tried to placate her, giving her a strained smile. “I can explain everything,” he pleaded, wincing as Cindy’s heel dug into his arm.

“I always knew you had a wandering eye, but what the hell are you doing with this whore? Don’t you know that most of Mattel World has already slept with her? She’s probably got some sort of disease you know…”

Barbie felt compelled to defend her honour. “Hey, take that back you little tramp!”

Cindy stared, laughing humourlessly. “Please, at least all of my parts are my own.” Cindy wiggled her plastic ass as if to reinforce the point.

Climbing to her feet, Barbie snarled in Cindy’s face. “Maybe if you weren’t such a plain Jane then Ken wouldn’t have come to me!”

“Ladies,” Ken interjected, “Can’t we try to work this out?”

“Shut up, Ken!” both women shouted at the same time.

Watching as Barbie and Cindy rolled around in the mud, Ken couldn’t help but find himself aroused. Just what was it about fighting on Mattel World that made everyone horny?

Written in response to Thain in Vain’s Week 48 prompt: Revisit a favourite character from one of your past #FFC52 stories and write a new story about this character using the word “oyster” somewhere in it.






Filed under Flash Fiction 52 Challenge

25 responses to “The Continuation of Ken and Barbie

  1. Ken may have beaten GI Joe to a pulp, but I’d like to see him try and take on Action Man.

  2. Started my day off with a big giggle! 👍💜

  3. Barbie. You didn’t! 😀 😀 😀 Hilarious. Love it.

  4. Wow, you have successfully killed the idea of innocence in the childhood figure of ‘Barbie’. I think I’m going to take my daughter’s barbies away from her now.
    hehehe. Just kidding.

  5. I don’t remember my Barbie dolls being this naughty. Now I wonder what they were doing when I wasn’t looking 🙂

  6. What at doll that Cindy is, I hear! Good one, Heather B. 🙂

  7. Ken really does have something to prove, namely that he has more than just a smooth bump in his pants! Awesome work, Heather! TiV

  8. Helen Espinosa

    Loved it! 😀

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