Pink Dildo x Lord's Bedsheets

( It all began on one fateful night.. )

Pink Dildo was a stunner. Bright pink in hue, large and phallic in shape, it only made sense that they were irresistible; their very being the equivalent of a bewitching siren's call. In particular, they were *especially* loved by their (now deceased) owner, Stella. So very loved that their shimmery gleam had since dulled from constant, heedless use. Every day for PD was like clockwork. It was rinse and repeat; try try and try again, and they found dreamlike peace in their ever-repetitive routine. They had to, because if nothing else, that was their life's purpose. This peace seemed everlasting and yet fragile, as if the slightest disturbance to the tranquility and rhythm might shatter it completely. A dildo didn't need self awareness -- they didn't *need* anything, being inanimate and all..

And yet they wanted. They longed for, *just because they could*. It didn't matter if they didn't know what it was they really wanted. Anything was alright. Anything to distract from their tireless, non-changing life.

And one day, as if the gods had taken pity on their poor unfortunate soul, two angels descended upon the world. Cloaked in the fabric of the gods, in colors so like the browns and grays of the dusty closet PD lay, they became the mercy PD had so desired, their salvation. They were swept away like the current, retrieved by hands masked with rubber latex, and for the very first time, *freed.* It wasn't much different from usual, but it was a special day to them. it was the very moment they had learned what hope truly was; the reality of the world outside of a small, sheltered closet - and god, it was beautiful. All they had ever hoped for and more. Meager to everybody else, perhaps, but every second of that experience was a life-changing one, permeating even the most desolate parts of PD's life so far with something *better,* until eventually it had become an immutable part of their newly made whole, a permanent mark of this moment forever in their life. Even if PD had been thrown around like a doll, chucked right between Stella's ass cheeks and discarded on the cold, hard ground, nothing could have ruined their boisterous mood at that moment.

Not even when they were whisked away by the being PD had come to realize as the devil rather than any such angel. How could they be anything but? No creature of god came slithering into peace, whispering sweet nothings of endless temptation into the ears of all who crossed their path, singing sweet songs on the sill and dripping venomous poison from their fangs. But PD didn't care, no; salvation came in all kinds, both wicked and pure. The only thing PD truly needed was *freedom*. It was irrelevant who offered it.

But perhaps, if the devil could not serve to devastate, then maybe they believed that it was someone else who could. Maybe that was why their paths had crossed.

*And they were right.*

Linen Sheets was the most beautiful being Pink Dildo had ever had the misfortune of meeting.

All that was wrong in the world became right the second their gaze met. It had lasted for mere moments at best, and yet it felt like nothing short of centuries. PD knew instantly that *this* was what they had been missing all this time, what they had so desired. Love. The kind of love you could sacrifice everything for and it still wouldn't be enough, because without them you know you could never truly be complete. The kind of love that makes all else cease as though the Earth has frozen in place, pausing its turning for the fateful meeting of two star-crossed lovers. PD knows that the stars still burn, that life must continue on regardless of what any one being believes -- and yet they are star-struck, utterly captivated. How strange..and yet alluring.

LS was crisp, pure white glamour, like an endless escape of what the humans call "snow", immense and lovely beyond belief. Their lapels hugged tightly around the mattress the two lay, looking impeccable in slim-cut perfection which only served to highlight their beauty. PD was speechless, tangled so intimately in that vastness that they almost didn't realize it when LS nudged them. (I say nudged, but it was really just the wind of the door opening that made the sheets brush against PD.)

(non canon this is just for end reference) PD met their demise under the midnight sky, satiated, gradually degrading there even to this day with thoughts of nothing but LS. A pair of star-crossed lovers, just like the night sky, fated to never see each other again. ..Honestly pretty bad for the environment leaving rubber there, but whatever.

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