Bill/Ford, Sex Pollen

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~300 words sex pollen, only a little NSFW. 

Someone drew a cool thing for it here and it is great *__*

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When Bill pops into his Dreamscape this time, there’s something different. Usually it’s about Ford—Ford’s fantasies, Ford’s sick desires. This time, Bill doesn’t bother shifting into a human form, just flies at him as a flickering triangle, one moment a small yellow thing, the next huge and red, with lolling black tongues. He settles on this form for just long enough to attack Ford with his tongues, one wrapping—affectionately, he hopes—around Ford’s neck, another pushing beneath his sweater, a last dripping slimy spit in Ford’s face and hair in a strange imitation of a kiss. “Woah,” Ford says by way of greeting, and Bill shifts again in another series of flickers before settling back into his standard form. 

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