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I was scribbling down some notes when it happened, I heard faint tapping noises coming from somewhere nearby. I stilled my movements, placing the pen that I was holding down on the notebook. For a moment, fear struck me. My heartbeat quickened and I thought of what could that noise even be? It was coming from outside of the ship, surely.
The tapping stopped, then I heard it again. The noise quickened as I got up from my chair, letting it roll behind me. I looked around for anything that I could grab in case I needed to defend myself, and my eyes landed on the salt lamp placed on my desk. I grabbed it, it’s probably not the best thing for a weapon, too heavy, but that thought quickly faded away when I could hear the pace of the tapping quickening even more.
I took a deep breath and exhaled, moving forward. The noise was coming from around the corner, where the airlock hatch was. I paused. I couldn’t check on what it was, not like this. If I wanted to be blown away into space, then sure. I looked over my shoulder, my spacesuit. I sighed and turned toward it, placing the salt lamp down on my desk. It took a few really rough minutes to get the thing on, but surprisingly, the noise still hasn’t faded.
Picking the lamp up again, I started walking towards the hatch, carefully. My heart still thrummed against my chest, and I heard… something else beside the tapping. It was muffled, I couldn’t understand any of it nor figure out what it was. Finally, I reached the corner. My heart felt like it stopped beating in my chest as soon as I saw what the cause of the noise was. It was… an astronaut? Holy shit. A human, after so long. I quickly rushed to place the salt lamp down, and moved forward inside the very small hall that leads to the hatch door.
I could barely make out the face of the person inside of the suit, the vast darkness and helmet making it hard for me to see any features. I grabbed the hatch handle and pulled, a strong pressurised noise coming from inside the ship. The person quickly got in and just as quick I closed the hatch again. My heartbeat faltered but I still couldn’t believe any of this. I turned toward the person, and removed my helmet. A breath that I didn’t know I was holding in came out as soon as the helmet was off my head.
The person before me had their hand on their heart, hunched down and breathing as if they had just ran a marathon. I took a better look at their spacesuit, and my expression scrunched in confusion. The suit looked completely unprofessional, cartoonish in a way. After a minute, the person slowed their breathing and straightened their posture. In the light of the ship I could see the person’s face much clearly. It was a man, handsome, clear face and screaming blue eyes. The look of confusion on my face was suddenly wiped away by a sigh of relief as I realised again that there was a human in front of me.
The man looked at me through his helmet, his eyes blown away by—probably surprise. Or shock. I couldn’t blame him. “Oh my–“ The sound of his voice was muffled by his helmet, he stopped mid sentence to take it off. “Oh my God!” His hair was bright bleached blond, slightly messy because of the helmet. He leaned in closer as if to study me. “Oh my God yes.” I agreed, staring dumbfounded. “You’re– a human!” He stated surprised, with excitement behind his eyes. “Human, yes.. human.” At this point I was speaking as if I couldn’t even believe it myself.
“And you.. too.” A small, hopeful smile appeared on my face. What am I supposed to do now? With a human by my side—I thought I’d never see one ever again. But why is he even here? What is his purpose of being here? “Me? Human?” He broke me out of my thoughts, shaking his head, smiling. “No. I– I don’t even know how I got here!” He scoffed, “I was supposed to travel from BarbieLand to the human world… maybe it’s part of the process? I—“ He cut himself off, pausing to let out a breath.
Confusion spread on my face again. Travel to the human world? From… “Barbie… Land? Like the place where the dolls live?” His expression turned hopeful, “Yes!” he exclaimed excitingly, nodding. “BarbieLand! Y’know, where the Barbie’s and Ken’s are!” I couldn’t even think anymore. How does any of this make sense? “And me–“ He broke me from my thoughts for the second time, “I’m Ken!” He took his suit glove off—why does it look like an oven mitt? And handed his hand out to me, toothy grin on his face. Unbelievable, he really does look like Ken, it’s what’s weird. With the blond hair and all the charming attitude. I slowly hand my hand out to him and he grasps it in a handshake.
“What’s your name? I dig the glasses by the way,” He reached out to me to push them further on my nose bridge, making me let out a gasp. “I’ve always wanted to wear glasses but Barbie said they make me look uncool. You look cool though.” I scoff and smile a little at the compliment. “I’m Grace. Doctor Ryland Grace.” I cringe at myself by introducing myself as “doctor” but Ken’s eyes light up even further. “Doctor? Then what are you doing here?” Good question. “Aren’t you supposed to be like– working at a hospital?” I shake my head, scrunching my eyes shut before opening them again. “Not– that kind of doctor. Anyway—you.. what made you come here?” He shrugs his shoulders.
“Well, this whole place scares me, I have to admit. So I was out there like, flying and then I saw this– thing that we’re in right now—“ He stops as I interrupt him, “The ship.” He nods and I could swear that I saw him roll his eyes. “This ship, I saw this ship and I decided to come here since it was the only object that I could see and I was floating around closer and closer to it and that’s how I got here.” I take a moment to process all of the information, I sigh. “Alright. Well it is really nice to have some company here after so long.” He turns so his back is facing me, scanning the ship with his eyes, looking up as if he’s viewing the stars. “It’s so weird in here. You’ve been alone?”
He starts walking around, seemingly interested. Do Barbies even have space ships? “I– have been here alone, yes. For quite some time actually.” Getting the words out felt kind of horrible, as horrible as it felt to be here alone and confused. I should probably stop thinking about this now, it’s not the right time. “Man that must suck!” He turns around in a spin, concern displayed on his face. “But what’s good is you have me here to keep you company now!” He walks closer, placing his hand on my shoulder. The corners of my mouth lift up in a soft smile again. “Yeah, I do.” Time passed, and by this point I’ve probably given Ken a whole tour of the Hail Mary. He has been asking me questions about any mechanisms or objects that he saw every few minutes. I answered each one of them gladly, even though it was getting kind of tiring.
“It’s really getting hot in here! Can I take this suit off—it’s safe right?” He asks. “Yeah, it’s safe you can take it off.” I have to admit, it is actually getting warmer since I also haven’t taken my spacesuit off ever since I’ve let Ken in the ship. He lets out a dramatic sigh of relief. “Yes!” He curls his fingers into a fist and bends his arm towards himself, also dramatically. I scoff at his actions. “I’ll take mine off too.” We walks towards the main area of the ship, then start taking our suits off. I finally get it off, taking the weight of the suit off of my shoulders. Underneath it, I was still wearing my usual clothes since I rushed to get it on, not bothering to put on any of the suit’s other garments. I look over at Ken, and he’s already got his spacesuit off. He’s also wearing clothes underneath it, well—sort of.
All that he has on is a sleeveless washed out blue denim jacket, paired with a pair of tight fitting denim jeans that match, with the waistband of his white boxers peaking out just below his belly button. The waistband is imprinted with his name in black text “Ken” all around it. I could laugh at the absurdity. But it is just Ken after all. I look down and my eyes stop at his abdomen. He’s well built—in arms too, I noticed, with fair abs looking almost shiny in a way. Like the plastic of a doll would. My eyes continue roaming his chest then I notice that his nipples are covered by the denim material—sadly. No—what am I thinking? My face reddens as I keep staring at his chest. I haven’t seen another human’s body in who knows how long. And his was impressive. Even though he’s not even a human—I almost forgot.
“You’re staring. Like what you see?” He asks with a smirk, startling me out of my thoughts. My eyes instantly stop roaming his chest, instead shifting their view to his face. I bring a hand to the back of my head, scratching. “I– uhh—I’m sorry.” My face grows redder with embarrassment as I blurt the words out. “Ha! Don’t be. I mean I don’t blame you.” He takes a step forward, closer. “Can I see your body too, mister Grace?” My body almost jerks when he addresses me as “mister”. I nod slowly, there’s no reason for me to say no. He’s just curious. He smiles instantly, eyes shining with excitement. I swallow thickly, my throat feels dry. “Yeah.” I say, almost in a whisper, as I bring my hand down to grab the hem of my shirt, slowly lifting it up to expose my stomach—then my abdomen.
His mouth opens slightly, staring agape at me. He lets out a very small gasp and I was sure that if I were further away from him, I would have missed it. My build is not very different from his, surprisingly. I mostly workout in here, with not much else to do. He reaches a hand out to touch my abs, and this time my body actually jerks. My abs tighten against his touch as he glides his fingers over them. My face is still burning and I gasp. “Really nice, mister Grace.” I could tell him to stop calling me that, I could have ever since the first time he’s done it but I haven’t and I won’t because I like it—really like it. His other hand reaches my waist and he rests it there, over my skin. His fingers stop touching me and he grabs onto my shirt, pulling it up to signal for me to take it off.
I take my shirt off and throw it away, somewhere next to us. Suddenly both of his hands are on my chest and he squeezes. I suppress a whimper and bite my lip. I feel it now, my dick is incredibly turned on. Sensitive and rubbing against the material of my boxers, of my pants. “Ken..” He peers up at me under his eyelashes and smirks. I can’t take this anymore—I need more. I grab his hips and pull him closer, flush against my skin. He gasps as I start moving my own hips, rubbing my hard on against him. His hands drop down and reach behind to grab my ass, pressing me into him even more. “You like this? Like me—doctor Grace?” I nod, leaning down to press my lips against his neck. “Yeah, I like it. Like you—Ken.” He giggles when he feels my lips on his skin, then moans when I sink my teeth into it—just a little. “This f– feels nice.” I smile against his skin and run my tongue over it.
I grab at his jacket so he could take it off, and after he does his hands are back on my ass again, squeezing—pressing. I lift one of my hands, guiding it to his chest, his nipples. I press my thumb down onto his nipple, it’s hard—and definitely sensitive. He whimpers and bites his lip, closing his eyes shut. “O– Oh, so good.” He drags out the “s” as he says it. My hand leaves his chest so I can reach down to his crotch, grabbing at the zipper. He squeezes my ass—hard. I moan. “W– wait.” He looks off to the side, unsure. “I– I don’t have a penis.” It only makes sense, he’s a doll after all. I shake my head “Doesn’t matter, Ken.” I zip his jeans down and pull them down, revealing his boxers. He really doesn’t have one, no bulge in his underwear—no sign of a dick at all. But does he feel anything down there? I wonder. I pull his boxers off to reveal absolute nothingness.
I bring my hand down to cup at it, it feels just like the outside of a vagina would. He shudders at the touch, and I squeeze, getting a moan out of him. “You feel that? Is it good?” I ask. “Mm– yeah. ‘S good.” I eventually move on from squeezing to sliding my fingers across it, rubbing. “Hghh- more—more please.” He pleads. I don’t really get what he means by “more” but I slide my fingers further, ending up between his ass cheeks. I push and I feel it—he has a hole. How convenient. I trace the rim with my fingers, slightly pushing in. “O—Oh God.” It comes out all wobbly, and I look at him, tears are falling from the corners of his eyes, sparkly. I catch his lips in a kiss as I slide my finger inside him. He whines inside my mouth as I bring my tongue into the kiss, and I pull away, lips full of spit. I slide another finger in and start scissoring him open. He’s unbelievably tight, to no surprise.
“A– Another, please..” I add a third finger and begin to move them again. He whines as I remove them. I begin to feel my dick again, hard inside my pants. It’s been leaking ever since he’s gotten his hands on me, begging for touch—to be let out. I undo my own pants and pull my boxers down, freeing my aching cock. He stares at it dumbfounded, mouth agape, just like when he saw my chest. “Never seen one before. It’s pretty..” I can feel my dick throbbing at the praise. I grab his hand to bring it to it, wrapping his fingers around my length. The touch causes me the leak more. I groan, “I’ll teach you how to work a dick.” I say and he nods at me, excited to learn. As if I didn’t just have three fingers up his ass.
“Don’t grab it too tight. And start sliding up and down, slow.” He obeys and does as told, sliding his hand across my length. I whimper at the touch, it already feels too good. “You can touch the tip with your thumb– ah– that feels good.” He nods and bites his lip as he stares down at my cock. His movements begin to quicken and he starts to press down on my tip, making me moan each time. It’s all too much now, and I can feel my orgasm coming. I grab his wrist and make him stop. “E– Enough.” I struggle to get the word out. “You don’t like it?” His teary eyes stare up at me, concerned. “No, I do. A lot—fuck.” I grab him and push him down on the floor, straddling him.
I push his thighs open and place myself between them. I bring my hand out to his mouth, open. “Spit.” He doesn’t question me and spits inside my open palm, all shiny and wet. I grab my dick and give it a couple of strokes. He gasps and grabs at my shoulders as I position myself to his entrance and push. He whines instantly, digging his nails into my shoulders. I gently start to thrust into him, and I feel him clench around me. My glasses have began to get foggy, but I could still make out his face through the blurry vision. He’s fucking drooling. “Mm—Grace, it f– feels amazing– hnghh—“ I huff out a breath as I begin to move my hips faster, rougher. “Yeah? You’re so perfect, Ken.” I lean down to nip at his neck again “Just for me now, no one e– else.” The last word comes out with a whine as I feel him moving his hips into me, burying me deeper inside.
I bite down on his neck—hard, and he whines, loudest I’ve ever heard him. That seems to do it for him, since something starts to leak out of his skin– down there, it’s glittery and shiny, just like his tears. I bring my hand down to touch, it feels sticky. That’s his cum, no doubt. Soon after I feel my release coming too, I start to thrust into him more desperately. “Ken, ‘m close.” I warn him, and he thrusts into me again, I almost actually came just now, because of that. “Inside– please.” And so I did, I came inside him just a second later, while pressing my lips onto his again, kissing him and licking away the drool from his lips and chin. I pull away from the kiss and from inside him, and he whimpers at the loss of my dick inside him.
A minute passes, and we’ve finally come back to our senses. “Thank you, that was so amazing. I’ve never felt like that, ever.” He sits up to look at me better. I smile at him and shake my head. “Thank you, Ken.” I truly haven’t felt this good in ages.