Writer's note: This idea took off in my head and I couldn't stop it!
"I think that one looks like a cute little kitty," Wander said, pointing to a cluster of stars above.
Sylvia snorted, going on along with her best friend's observation. "Of course it does."
Wander sat cuddled against Sylvia's tummy, her arms wrapped around his little fuzzy body. It was a normal evening for the pair, camping out under the galaxy of stars they had traveled through.
"Hey Syl-"
"Yeah, buddy?"
"I'm glad we're each other's special someone."
Wander giggled in delight as Sylvia rolled onto her back and flipped him over so they were tummy to tummy. She grabbed Wander's face, planting a kiss on his mouth. She felt him melt at her affection as if he suddenly became boneless. He broke the kiss with a satisfied sigh, laying his head on Sylvia's chest.
A few months had passed since Wander had confessed his desire for them to be special someones. Being best friends was great. Sylvia had never known anyone like Wander, let alone been friends with anyone so overwhelmingly happy and excited about life. Having a special someone never crossed her mind either since smoochie woochie sappy stuff just wasn't her style. However, she did enjoy occasionally being pampered or spoiled and over the past few months, Wander had done just that.
He did something special, just for her, once a perfect day cycle and Sylvia loved it. A fancy dinner, a day at the spa, a carriage ride, and when they were low on money he'd make her a flower crown or give her a massage or cook her heart pancakes for breakfast.
Then there was the kissing. Wander was notorious for smooching random folks, whether out of affection or just some crazy urge, but he'd never planted one on Sylvia until the night of his confession. Thinking about kissing anyone else grossed Sylvia out to the point of gagging. It was different with Wander. His presence was like a balm; it calmed her and made her feel light as a feather. She could touch him and hold him and kiss him without balking. Sylvia never believed in magic until she met Wander.
"Love you, Syl," Wander whispered, snuggling farther into her chest.
A small smile crossed Sylvia's snout. Wander made sure he told her that every night, and Sylvia always replied back, "You too, Wander." She gave him a little squeeze, which was answered with a giggle, and both started to drift off to sleep.
Sylvia groaned as she was awoken from sleep by a familiar noise. She opened her groggy eyes just in time to see the back end of a skull space ship. "Oh no," she growled, holding onto Wander as she sat up. "Wake up, buddy, we have company."
Wander yawned and stretched like a long cat. "What's that, Syl?"
"Hater and his dysfunctional family of eyeballs just landed." She stood, placing Wander on his feet. The sound of many marching feet could be heard heading toward them. "Time to go."
Sylvia tossed Wander into her saddle, and Wander quickly circled an orble transport bubble around them. They'd barely gotten off the ground when the bubble popped from a laser blast. Sylvia bolted as soon as they hit the ground, but slid to a stop when more marching was coming toward them from the opposite direction.
"Oh grop," Sylvia swore, realizing they'd – well, she'd – have to fight their way out this time.
"Heya fellahs!" Wander greeted as if happy to see the watchdogs, which knowing Wander, he probably was.
Sylvia started swinging, knocking in giant eyeballs left and right, but every single watchdog in Hater's army must have been after them. Soon, Sylvia was overpowered and captured, along with Wander who had started a game of hide and seek with some unsuspecting watchdogs.
"AHAHAHAHAHA!" the manic laughter of Lord Hater rang out as the skull ship screeched to a halt right above them and the disgusting tongue lapped them right up.
Somehow they would escape; they always did. But as they were marched to a prison cell and the bars slamming echoed down the corridor, Sylvia racked her brain for an escape plan and hoped to protect the one thing that meant the universe to her.
