King in yellow
It was Wednesday. And it would be a peculiar Wednesday for the chocolatey peanut-Centered orb named Yellow. The sun shone bright daring to heat the candy-covered exterior of his wife-to-be, Green's delicate body. Any MnM man would be jealous of Yellow as she bounced on her heels with her stack of r.s.v.p.s carelessly meandering from the kitchen to the boudoir before turning to lock lips in a forced steamy kiss from Yellow. "That's enough of that, Mister!" she playfully posited. "You need to wait till next week before you get any more of this sugar!" She then blew a kiss, turned and swung into a step with a slight bob to let the light gleam off her shells surface in the seductive way her mother had seduced many men with. She knew how to press Yellow's buttons. Yellow could feel his chocolate boiling with lust before subsiding and burying his nose back into a book about santa he loved so much. Yup, One of those Wednesdays that stick with you like a peanut sticks in your maw.
Green had the same dashing figure as when she first met Yellow three years ago after he left his corporation with his old war buddy, Red. She was a bit curved but her shape was symmetric, her color bright and her white letter "M", which Yellow often saw as a "W" in advantageous positions, matched her pearly patent leather heels she'd always wear when wanting to get that "melts-in-your-mouth" look. The look still made Yellow's peanut hard and often he'd imagine her eyelashes batting as he melted in his own gloved hand. Yes, there was no doubt that Green would make a beautiful bride.
The wedding was the following Monday and it couldn't be closer. Green's mom, Blue, was in town and as any caring mother-of the-bride-to-be would seem to comically always do, she did,. And she began interrogating her daughter if she was sure she was ready for this big of a commitment. But unlike any caring mother-of-the-bride-to-be, she had an ulterior motive for asking.
Blue often would ask Green intimate questions about Yellow. Today was no different.
Is Yellow's peanut satisfying you, sweetie?" Blue asked raising her perky arches of her M as she gracefully caressed her clothed finger on the crux of Greens shell and arm. Green though very comfortable with her sexual proclivities, would cringe at the thought of sharing such personal details with her mother. "Mom! That's gross! I'm not talking about this with you!"
"Sweetie, I just want to be sure you're happy!" Blue retorted.
"I wouldn't be marrying him if I wasn't happy."
"He reminds me of your father, but a lot older." she giggled and then covered her mouth to disguise her giddiness.
"Yeah mom he's 17 years older than me, but when he looks at me, I can see myself glimmering in his eye." Yellow made Green feel special. And having been born out of a one night stand she never knew her father to compare him to. She had nothing to know him by. Not a name, an address or even a photo. All she knew of her father was that she shared half his MDNA.
But she found a father figure in Yellow, as well as a lover and most importantly a best friend.
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the phone buzzed as if to remind Yellow that he still needed to pick up his brides ring. It should be done being resized to fit an MM finger by now and this was probably the jewler calling rolled his egg shaped posterior off his leather recliner and hurriedly hobbled down the hall to his office to get the landline. The phone wrang out again as if with urgency as Blue called out, "you got that candyass?" Candyass the fond nickname given to Yellow she used to tease him with in public. The title reminding him of the first time she rimmed his hairy yellow-lipped asshole and inviting strangers to beg the story out of them.
"Yes, Darling." his white sneakers now pounding their floor. Then picking up the device and speaking into the receiver.
"Yellow speaking." he answered
"Dead air, hard breath then click, disconnection. He tiredly slagged out of the office.
"Who was it?" Green shouted to him from the bedroom.
"Must've been a wrong number" Yellow popped back.
Yellow had a lot on his mind. His wedding day fastly approaching he was feeling nostalgia for his single days when he was just a mini, mixed with anticipation for his new role as husband, and a near paralyzing fear that he could never share with his wife.
See, Yellow had this old army buddy, Red. Well, not just an army buddy, they came up together, not from the same bag exactly. Yellow had a peanut but Red would always safely assume that he came from a factory that also processed peanuts. After the war, they had gone into business together, in an advertising agency.
At first business was great. They were modelling, doing comercials, appearing on millions of bags of product. Hell, they even had king sized cardboard cut-outs made of themselves. Yellow still kept his in the basement...somewhere. But the money started drying up. And Yellow started having second thoughts about the product they were selling. He played a bumbling baffoon on t.v. but he knew it was wrong to sell his own kind to be mindlessly mastochated on by humans. And his integrity as a radio vacuum cleaner salesman was only made harder with all the constant crank callers going on and on about if the vacuum cleaner can suck up an MM man, and if so, why doesn't he go suck himself? An inquiry that he would ask himself many dark nights as a lonely MM in radio vacuum cleaner salesman school.
Then it happened. Yellow met Green, the love of his life! He quickly sold all his shares in his then half successful company and ended his partnership with Red. And as you might imagine Red was pretty angry about having been left holding the bag while the corporation slid into bankruptcy after seemingly endless lawsuits, leaving red with nothing but the criminal network he established to put the muscle on anyone who lipped up about candy rights. There was, Kit Kat, who after being repeatedly asked for breaks coming up made a business snapping kneecaps. The three musketeers, who went everywhere together. Some people said they were good, the musketeers, but they was nougat ting away from how awful they always are. And after Yellow stepped down, Red's new right hand man, Mr. Goodbar, who knew how to get anyjob done, and also know to be a little nuts. None of these "members of the bar" as red would call them, were like the candy-coated Yellow, whose imbecile antics had left the public pondering about his involvement with the sale of MMs without arms and legs.
Red grew increasingly angry and paranoid in the wake of his financial ruin and bitterly swore out to have revenge on his yellow-bellied partner. Rumors circled that Red had been smoking crack and pimping ho hos in two, sometimes three packs. After a few bad deals at local gas stations when some ho hos came up missing, the police started investigating and Red disappeared completely along with his mixed bag of criminal candy cohorts. So Yellow who went off to start a second job selling catheters at medical expo shows had nothing to worry about. Or so he thought until today.
The phone call.
In previous shakedowns when Red needed to do a hit on a competing interest, he'd start with a phone call just like that one that Yellow had received. Just to make sure the target was home. Yellow was trying to talk himself down from his swelling fear-picking up again his santa book his hand now quivering. His eyes scanning but not reading the large printed letters.
Then a jarring knock on the door. Yellow almost swallowed his peanut he jumped so high. Before he could say not to his mother-in-law-to-be, Blue, unlocked and opened the door. She was instantly pushed to the ground as the members of the bar muscled through the miniature vestibule and into the room where Yellow had now dropped his favorite book.
Yellow hadn't seen them in years. They all looked much larger than before. He seemed like a MM mini compared to their king-sized stature and he was instantly panicking. Thing of his sweet Green treat in the other room and remembering the atories of the missing ho hos. Kit Kat blocked the door while the three musketeers held down and started beating on Yellow's poor head.
After the first crack across the face the beating got hazy for Yellow, but before passing out, he heard the unmistakable sound of Blue screaming to stop as Red laughed. Then it all went black as dark chocolate.