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Ford nervously wetted his lips as he adjusted his hold on the foreign object. He sat on the side of his bed, naked from the waist down, a bottle of lube on the side table next to him and… self-pleasuring device held tight in his hand. He’d learned about the damned things accidentally, but he was at least familiar with the concept.
(He very specifically didn’t want to talk about the variety he’d found across different dimensions.)
Sometimes, he despised his own curiosity. Once he’d known about them, he hadn’t been able to rid himself of the need to know what they felt like. Were they truly comparable to a human? Not that he’d be able to tell if they were, he thought with a shamed flush across his cheeks. (He had experience, just not with a human…) But a man sometimes had needs, and so he’d gone online and purchased the first one he’d come across! It promised to, “Make your deepest fantasy come to life!”
He doubted that.
The website had also looked extremely shady, now that he thought about it…
But it was worth a try, at the very least.
He grumbled as he reached over to the lube and coated the faux-genitals in it, placing the bottle back once he was done. With a stuttering sigh, he finally ventured towards the opening and stroked a finger across it.
Oh.
Oh, it was warm!
“Technology,” he chuckled with fond humor. “Always amazing me…”
With that discovery, he was much less hesitant to dip a finger into the soft folds of the silicone, gasping as it wrapped tightly around him. It almost felt as if it were moving! He dragged his digit firmly against the walls, testing the resistance and stretch, and decided to dig another finger into it - he didn’t want to break it after his first use, after all.
First and last! He firmly reminded himself. He was using it once and then tossing it away!
…
…probably.
Scissoring his fingers into the pliant material, it felt almost sinfully soft against his skin. He hadn’t noticed, but his breath was coming in gentle pants, bringing the toy ever closer to his face as he studied the way it seemed to twitch against him. He had, however, noticed that a certain part of him had taken… interest in his machinations, and was now begging to take the place of his fingers.
With a trembling swallow, he pulled his digits free of the silky folds, reaching down to palm leftover lube on his cock. He reluctantly pulled the thing away from his intense study and instead lined it up, the head of his dick rubbing slowly up and down against the entrance.
He wanted to curse himself for ordering the toy in its black and yellow variant, but…
“Bill,” he whispered, voice turning into a reedy whine as he pushed himself into the thing. Moses, but it felt-! He wouldn’t last long, not with the velvety heat wrapping tightly around him. He began to frantically fuck the thing onto his dick, biting his lips as soft moans and needy breaths escaped him. He needed more of it, more of the delicate folds fluttering around him, more of the slick feel of flesh meeting almost-flesh, more of the way it squeezed and clenched around him, more-
He bit into his lip so hard it left the metallic taste of blood in his mouth as he shoved himself as far as he could go into the toy and came, a quiet growl of, “Bill-!” cut off as he tried to keep his head. Keeping himself buried in the thing, he rode out the after-shocks of his climax, finally letting go of his lip to gasp in panting breaths, trying very hard not to think of exactly whose name had escaped him.
With a wince made of part regret and part disgust, he pulled the toy off of himself, careful to keep the entrance pointed upwards before hurrying to the sink in the bathroom attached to his bedroom. He didn’t need… that leaking onto the carpet. Of course, he wasn’t familiar with how the things worked in his home dimension, so when he tipped the thing into the sink and nothing came out, he assumed there must have been some sort of absorbing apparatus in it.
How useful!
…
Perhaps he would make use of this gadget in the future.
Bill’s very certain that he now knew how mortals felt when he hit them with a freight train.
The feeling of a foreign object invading his body in a very personal space was about as expected as being defeated by twin pairs of tweens and old men. So, of course, he’d doubled over at the intense sensation of something slim and dexterous exploring him. Unhappily, he’d been in the middle of getting his lunch, so everything on his tray had fallen to the ground in a loud clatter.
He groaned in discomfort, clutching his middle in a desperate attempt to hold back the sensations assaulting him.
“Yo, nurse!” a patient behind Bill called. “The triangle’s being a pussy again!” The once-god growled something low enough that the asshole couldn’t hear it, and was about to spin around and show him exactly who the pussy was, but-
A second something entered him and with a desperate, choked-off yelp, he fell to the floor with a thud.
Thankfully, the staff was quick to haul him over to the infirmary, where he was able to writhe in discomfort on a bed as the objects scissored inside him, stroking his delicate inner walls with their roughened surface. The nurses had, of course, left him alone - probably assumed he was faking once more.
Newsflash! Bill Cipher was capable of telling the truth!
…as rare of an occurrence as it was…
He let out an audible sigh of relief when the objects slipped out of him, his eyelid fluttering as he savored the respite.
“No!” Bill barely heard his own voice over the whooshing in his head at the feel of something fat and blunt sliding against him. “No, no, no, n-nnnnn!” He squealed as the thing, far larger than the previous intrusions, breached his entrance and settled inside of him with a single slide. With a soft whine, he tried to relax around the foreign body, feeling himself tighten and release over and over as he tried to control his reaction. He thought the worst of it over until the thing began to fuck him.
Because that was what was happening, wasn’t it?
“Ah- uhng,” Bill whimpered as whatever it was began to thrust into him with a frenzied pace, the rhythm of the movements hurried and animalistic in its desperation for the heated arousal that wrapped itself tight around Bill’s insides.
Fuck, it wasn’t-
It shouldn’t-!
“Ahn!” he mewled as slick began to leak from his bottom edge, soaking both his pants and the sheets beneath him. His hands clenched tightly to the bed, desperate for some kind of grounding force that might keep him from floating away on the high of the pleasure forced upon him. He couldn’t quite tell how long the entire thing lasted - long enough that he lost track of time, but short enough that no one had come back to check on him yet - when whatever it was rammed deep inside of him and-
Bill came with a silent scream.
A boiling liquid was dumped into him, tears finally falling from his eye as he twitched with electrical aftershocks. The foreign object finally slipped free of him, but the liquid stayed pooled inside. He stared, unseeing, at the ceiling above him.
“What the fu-,” he rasped, “-huck was that?!”