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Tickled Barbie Pink

*note: Hi! This is a scenario inspired by @orchid-fics from their head canons about Barbie and Ken tickle fights. I read it and just had to create a story for it! It involves Barbie and Ken tickling each other at the beach, and takes place before they go to the real world 🏝️ it’s sfw and fair warning it’s a little long but I hope you enjoy!

The pink sand glistened as the sun shone down. The waves crashed and seagulls culled as everyone in Barbieland enjoyed another fun day on the beach. How lucky they were to spend a whole sunny day at the beach whenever they wanted! Not many people in Barbieland considered how fortunate their reality was, but today one Ken was feeling particularly lucky.

Ken stood by with his prop surfboard taking his job of “beach” as seriously as a fun-loving Ken could. He wanted to dip his toes in the soft pink sand or crystal blue water but he kept his pristine white sneakers on. What if there were crabs? 😧

But that wasn’t important right now! His heart was pounding as he readily surveyed the beach, looking for Barbie. She had agreed to meet him here today! And actually spend time with him! Ken couldn’t believe it as he waited eagerly for his beautiful girlfriend.

After what felt like forever, he spied Barbie a little further down the shore, strolling towards him. She looked so beautiful in the sunlight! Finally she was standing right before him, a calm smile on her pink lips. Ken’s smile grew into the cheesiest grin.

“Hi Barbie!”

“Hi Ken!”

“Do you wanna watch me do a back flip towards the waves?” Ken said with a smolder. He wanted so badly to impress her.

Barbie considered his track record of injuries and smiled nervously. “Heh, actually Ken I was thinking we could stay safely on the sand today.” She suddenly clasped his hand. Ken’s eyes widened in shock and his smile became even goofier as a pink blush came to his cheeks. Oh my god she’s holding my hand he thought, she’s holding my-

“Let’s go!” Barbie said excitedly and led him further away from the waves.

Ken’s interest peaked. If Barbie wanted to spend time with him he would do whatever she wanted. “What did you want to do?”

“Hmm, I was thinking making sandcastles? Or maybe I could bury you in the sand?” She offered.

“Bury me in the sand!” Ken practically laid down as he said it. He was not gonna miss the opportunity to potentially cuddle with his girlfriend!

Barbie smiled fondly. “Okay!” She was hoping he would choose this. Partially because she wanted to keep him from doing any dangerous stunts and partially because she had a bit of mischief planned for today. 💅🏻🪶

Soon enough Ken was completely buried with only his head and his feet still in their sneakers sticking out of the sand. Ken smiled proudly but noticed Barbie began moving toward his feet. She sat down like and looked like a model posing.

“You know Ken you should really take off your shoes,” she said as she moved to slip one off.

Ken chuckled nervously. “But what if there are crabs?”

“There are no crabs,” Barbie reassured him firmly as she slipped off the other shoe.

Ken wriggled his exposed toes in the salty air. Truth be told there was another reason he didn’t want his shoes off, but he still wanted to entertain Barbie. “Uh… Barbie? What are you doing?”

Barbie lightly traced a manicured nail just under his toes. “Oh… nothing,” and smiled with feigned innocence. She had him right where she wanted him! She wasn’t sure what had possessed her to want to do this, other than she knew he would never pass up this opportunity. And she enjoyed being a tickler sometimes. She began tracing her fingers ever so lightly on the pad of his foot.

Ken wanted to remain tough, he really did. He just wasn’t sure could under these conditions. On one hand he wanted to relax and enjoy Barbie’s touch with a multitude of laughter. One the other hand he wanted to appear strong in front of Barbie. What to do? His inner conflict couldn’t stop a few giggles from spilling out. “Ha ha!” Oh no…

“What was that Ken?” Barbie asked warmly, that same sly smile on her face. Ken gritted his teeth into a wiggly smile. “Barbie,” he choked out holding back laughter, “nohohot my foot..”

“Oh so you want me to tickle both your feet then?” She chimed back before skittering her nails softly over his feet.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHHAAAHAA!!!!” Any semblance of Ken holding on to his “tough”image was gone as Barbie moved her fingers from his soles to his arches to his heels randomly, concentrating a bit in each area, before moving to the next, making a lovely song out of Ken’s laughter. His giggles were so sustained he could barely protest and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. He tried to lift his head look at her, glancing through squinted eyes, but kept leaning his head back as deep belly laughs flew from his mouth. “AhahahahaHaHAHAHAHA!! No-HO! Ba-BAHarbieehehehehehe! NO! HaHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Barbie simply smiled fondly, admiring her work. She had to admit this was so much fun! She found it adorable how soft and supple his large feet were and how ticklish they were! She began giggling along with him, her musical laughter teasing Ken. “My Ken you certainly are ticklish!” Ken could only laugh and wiggle against the sand on top of him but to no use. “AhaHAHAHAhaHa!”

Barbie eventually began concentrating on his arches and heels, eliciting the loudest giggles from the blonde himbo. “HAHAHA BARBIEEEHEEHEHE!! PLEASE!!! No-nooohooHOHOHOHO!! AHh!! AhahaAHAHAHA!”He was being careful not to ask her to stop. He was enjoying this and Barbie took note of it.

It was then that Tourist Ken walked by, his dark, perfectly coifed hair shining in the sun, and saw the mess Barbie had made of Ken. He decided to make fun of Ken’s tickley predicament. “Aww Ken, can’t handle a couple of soft tickles?”

“SH-HUHUHUTT UHUHUHUHP KEHEHEN!!” Ken tried his best to glare at him and act tough, but he could barely turn his head to look at him. He just looked adorable and silly.

Barbie humored Ken’s rival with a courteous “Hi Ken!” but otherwise ignored him. Luckily Ken was happy to get back to whatever beach activities he was doing and walked away. After he was gone, Barbie decided to ease up and give Ken a break from his tickles.

Ken huffed, exhausted but relieved. “Ha… Thank you Barbie…” he smiled gently.

“Oh I’m not quite done yet,” Barbie pronounced proudly, earning an embarrassed smile from Ken. He stared in anticipation of what she could possibly be planning next, nervous but eager for more tickles.

Barbie glanced next to her and saw a seagull feather. Hmm… she glanced mischievously at Ken, and he followed her thoughts. “Oh no.” Barbie picked up the feather. “Hehe Barbie plehease.” “Please tickle you?” “No! No! I mean… yes?” Ken struggled, both with his words and against the sand. Again to no avail.

Barbie twirled the feather. To Ken, the soft device looked absolutely lethal. “Do you want me to tickle you?” She asked genuinely, wanting the truth from Ken. She enjoyed this playful torture, but didn’t want to hurt him, especially since despite everything she enjoyed his company. She also quite enjoyed being the one on the inflicting end of the feather. She really hoped he would want to continue but she would understand if not.

Ken hesitated a bit, but couldn’t deny he wanted tickles. His blush went from Barbie Pink to deep red. “Please tickle me Barbie,” he asked shyly.

She didn’t need to be told twice. She immediately began stroking the feather a long his left foot, the foot she initially began tickling. Ken squeaked out in laughter. “Hahahahahahahahahaha!”

The tickly feather was almost too much. Barbie began stroking it more and more and Ken’s laughter grew in intensity “AHAHAHAHAHA!” Barbie moved the feather just under his toes, in between his toes, along the sides of his toes, the bottom of his heels, finding every unique tickle spot on his foot. “HehehehehahahHAHA!”

She began stroking along his entire sole, and, not wanting to neglect the other foot, began scratching at the arch on his right foot. This sent Ken into hysterics. Ken continued to laugh in utter delight as Barbie continued to tickle his feet. “BAHAHARBIEHEHEHEHE!! IHAHAHAIHAI LOHOHOHOVE YOUHUHUHUHHUH!!!!” 💓 He screamed out without even thinking. Oh no. He had done it now he thought.

Ken didn’t have any time to feel disappointed, because to his surprise Barbie answered back “I love you too, Ken.” 💕

He tried to stare at her thru his giggles and tears. He couldn’t believe his ears. Had he right through all his laughter? Was he dreaming and this was all a silly scenario in his mind? But Barbie returned his gaze with a bright, genuine smile. She was really enjoying this. And although maybe she wasn’t in love with Ken, she did love him enough to have so much fun with him like this. 💗

Ken accepted her words and his ticklish fate, as soon enough, a seagull flew by and dropped another feather for Barbie to use. Both of Ken’s poor feet were victim to their soft touches and he continued to laugh, weakly trying to kick them away. Barbie laughed almost evily along with him, but her cute smile and charming giggles made her sweetness apparent. Man she is sexy Ken thought. Before they knew it, an hour had passed since they first started their silly charade, and Barbie finally placed the feathers back on the sand. She quickly unburied Ken.

It took a while for Ken to stop his residual giggles, but finally he propped him self up on one elbow and faced towards Barbie who was lounging beside him. Ken suddenly had an idea.

“What?” Barbie asked, guessing where this was going.

Ken glanced down at the sand, and perhaps subconsciously, began tracing shapes into it. “I was wondering if I could… bury you? In the sand…” he asked, unable to bring himself to actually say tickle.

Barbie thought a moment. Honestly her main concern was less about the tickling and more about potentially ruining her swimsuit with all that sand. But as she looked down she remembered her swimsuit for today was actually made of a performance based fabric, instead of the usual cute ensembles made of luxurious fabrics she would normally wear to lounge on the beach. She could easily wash this swimsuit once she got back to the Dreamhouse. She glanced back at Ken.

He looked hopeful but not expecting to have his wish granted. She so rarely did what he wanted to do, not that she was obligated to. Barbie thought a bit more. Being tickled could be fun. “Ok,” she agreed with a happy note to her voice. Ken’s eyes brightened up at that. Almost immediately the tables had turned, and Barbie was the one buried in the sand with her lovely soft feet exposed.

Ken couldn’t believe this was happening and readied himself for some fun. “If at any point you want me to stop just let me know,” he told Barbie. She nodded, but decided to playfully challenge him. “Do your worst!”

Ken didn’t hold himself back and Barbie soon began to regret her words. He picked up a feather, and was now stroking her foot with it, starting with just one foot for now. But like Ken, this proved too much for Barbie. Barbie didn’t bother to hold back her giggles. After all, she didn’t have as much to prove as Ken. “Aha! Ahahhahahahahaha! Ehehee! HahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! AhHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHahaHAHA!!” Her laughter grew in intensity as Ken payed special attention to her soft arches. He smirked as Barbie’s normally prim and proper attitude got lost in a pile of happy giggles.

He picked up the other feather, and began stroking one on each of her feet in opposite directions. One going up and one going down. This was unbearable for Barbie! “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” She had never been on the receiving end of tickles quite like this before.

“I didn’t know you were this ticklish Barbie,” Ken giggled. “Perhaps we should do this more often!”

No way! Barbie thought. On the other hand though, she had to admit being tickled by Ken was really fun. He was silly and knew just how to make her enjoy herself. All Barbie could offer in response to his quip was more laughs.

Ken eventually put down the feathers and switched to running his soft fingers all over her feet! Wherever he could reach. Barbie nearly jumped out of her sandy restraints. Nearly.

Unfortunately, or fortunately for her, Ken’s fingers tickled even more than the feathers! Although her feet were stuck into a flexed point, it did nothing to quell the tickles! “HAHAHAHAHAHA!! KEN!! HahaHahaHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!!! KEHEHEN!!!! EheheheHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Ken knew this and again played with her arches. He laughed along, but mostly listened as her laughter chimed out like a beautiful song. She had a melodic, chittery laugh, that was so charming and beautiful. Just like Barbie.

This is literally music to my ears, Ken thought.

Ken continued with his adventurous spirit. “ I love you Barbie,” he admitted again. 💗

“IHAIHAI LOOOHOVE YOUUHUHU TOO KEN!!” Barbie managed thru all her giggles. 💗

Though she wasn’t sure how far that Love went, she loved Ken enough to enjoy being tickled by him. Maybe they could do this again. Maybe even in the Dreamhouse. For now though, Barbie’s laughter rose up to the golden sun that shone over the beach.

“AhahahaHahahaHAHAHAHAHA!! Ah! OHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!”

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