"Well aren't you a fine piece of work." said Murderface, running his finger along the sticker's edges. The sticker giggled. "Thank you. No one's ever been so nice to me before." The sticker winked at him. "It's a real shame you're only a sticker. If only..." he trailed off. He was only being dramatic to woo the sticker. "Does it bother you I'm only a sticker?" the sticker asked with a hint of sadness. Maybe Murderface really was only into chicks. Maybe a sticker was just too far for him. "You may be a sticker, but you're my sticker. Murderface responded, giving the sticker a warm smile. "Sticker? I hope this isn't out of line but, I love you. I truly do with all my heart." Murderface picked up the sticker, stroking it as if it were soft silky hair. "You're a beautiful sticker." The sticker shuddered from the sudden contact with Murderface. "I've always loved you, William."
Murderface sighed. "But how will we fuck? Do you think we could get you some genitals?" "That's something we'll have to find out hands on." the sticker winked again. "Why don't you just... try anything?" "Well, alright." Murderface chuckled nervously. He flipped the sticker over and began to peel at the sheet protecting the stickiness. "How does that feel?" The sticker moaned slightly. "Amazing..." Murderface peeled the rest of the paper off, leaving the sticker bare. He then removed his pants to reveal his massive dong. He then rubbed the sticker all over himself whilst moaning in pleasure. How long he had yearned to feel the touch of Sticker. The sticker moaned loudly. "Oh Murderface!" Murderface and the sticker must've been really fucking loud because suddenly the door swung open to reveal Pickles. Pickles knew that Murderface was loud when he masturbated, but this time something was different. There was a second voice. He couldn't believe that Murderface had managed to get a slut to have sex with him. Pickles just had to see it to believe it. "What the hell?!" Pickes screamed. "What the hell /you/! You didn't even knock! It just so happens my lady friend and I were having an intimate moment!" Murderface said, grabbing sheets to cover himself and Sticker. "You are fucking a sticker!" The sticker began to sob quietly. "It's not a big deal! Love is love!" the sticker shouted at Pickles. "You are a sticker!" He yelled back. "I'm telling Charles!" Pickles stormed away, slamming the door in the process. "It's alright, Sticker. All we need is love." Murderface said, holding the sticker to his heart. "We'll get through this."