As per a little request from Chairwoman Gwam

"no no, the only valid sex scene in worm is 'tinker puts their glans/clit into a timelooped and time compressed stimulation device to super edge them for 1000 years in 10 minutes'

write tinker taylor is horny and accidentally does that to herself and just becomes a mess of a human being"

CW: Sex (The horrors of the flesh and the pleasure entailed.)

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Taylor took a look at her latest, perhaps greatest invention.

Taylor couldn't not stick her dick into it.

Technically speaking, the device was a marvel, it was an easily portable singularity creation, stabilization, and continuation device which powered entirely by the constant ambient energy constantly produced on an extra-dimensional plane at the edge of reality where matter and anti-matter collided. It was effective a perpetual motion machine rigged to power a miniature time travel device that could hold things in an infinite stasis.

It just so happened that the bulky boxy contraption had an entry hole that was just... kind of the right size for one of Taylor's more daring personal relief toys.

Her fleshlight.

It was the right size to fit Taylor's fleshlight.

It also just so happened to have these convenient rubberized handles on the sides of the box which made it really comfortable to hold onto for long periods of times.

It also just so happened to be basically at the perfect crotch height for Taylor when she stood up.

Taylor didn't mean to design basically the absolute perfectly sized and shaped mount for her fleshlight, it was probably just power bullshit being power bullshit... and a side order of the fact that Taylor had been tinkering for weeks without pause now on this and that, the city had been caught in disaster after disaster, there was no time for personal space or relief of any sort. This tinkering project was the first sign of relief and peace in nearly a month so maybe Taylor was sort of pent up and maybe she deserved a break after so much work and no play.

Sex was normal, sex was natural, Taylor didn't get sex because she was an awkward, gangly dorkass tinker, so she made do with masturbation and that was fine because masturbation was totally normal and acceptable and just a part of life.

Realistically, the device Taylor made could work reliably as a generator at it's most rudimentary, but it also had potential in rapidly repeating experiments that would otherwise be prohibitive to re-establish, and maybe if applied properly it could be set to reset Taylor's body at fixed intervals to function kind of like Alabaster's power, or maybe even with next to no delay to make it even better than Alabaster's power, a sort of... conditional, time-locked immortality limited only by the vague safety of some tinkertech!

Ah fuck, this thing also had horrible potential as some sort of Grey Boy zone creating hell torture machine, didn't it?

All the more reason to stick her dick into it, something good had to come out of all this... this.

Actually.

This wonderful creation may just be a wonderful creation after all!

With a slowly spreading smile on her face, Taylor fetched her trusty, beloved, favourite fleshlight, the official fleshlight girls line Adriana Chechik fleshlight. Taylor chortled with unrestrained perverse glee, making sure her doors and windows were covered, locked, and barred. Then, setting her trusty laptop atop her invention and making sure that it's entry hole was properly plugged with her favourite toy, Taylor flicked the machine around and fiddled with the settings with one hand while the other hand deftly found what she was looking for.

A nice POV video of some cute girl getting railed. Something Taylor would probably never have, but that was a different line of thought for a different more introspective time maybe the sort that would come with post-nut clarity. Here and now? Taylor wanted something hot to look at while she masturbated and humped her creation in the hopes that it would make getting off better. It took just a few moments for things to be ready. Starting the video, Taylor took a deep breath in, drizzling a thick, slick, wet helping of lube down the length of her shaft. With just a quick squirt of lube into her toy, Taylor tossed the bottle to the side and braced herself.

Hands settling around the handles, Taylor sidled forward, slowly, gently at first. Inch by inch, breath hot in her throat Taylor exhaled as she hilted herself inside of her throat to the gentle keening of the pornstar on her screen moaning.

The pornstar begged for more, and who was Taylor to deny them? With a shiver, Taylor pulled back slowly, deliberately, until just the fat head of her dick was inside of the toy. Then slowly, deliberately, she pushed back inside in a long, steady stroke. The video didn't sync with Taylor's luxuriating, almost lazy pace, but that didn't matter. Taylor wasn't really focusing on the smacking of flesh on flesh, she was focused on the breathy, delicate sounds from the girl. Maybe ASMR would have been a better choice, she mused as she almost lovingly fucked her toy, but that wasn't too important, when Taylor did open her eyes she was treated to the smiling expression of a woman being fucked and that was spectacular on it's own.

It was so easy to imagine herself with the girl and Taylor leaned into the fantasy she desperately wanted.

"Ready...?" Taylor whispered with a quiet croon as the girl babbled a near nonsensical yes, yes, yes.

With her lover encouraging her on, Taylor slowly picked up the pace gradually, faster and faster, fucking the fleshlight properly. "Note to self... mhn... shape the handles like hips." Taylor muttered to herself, snickering at how easy it was to accept what she'd built as a fucktoy. Why hadn't she actually built a genuine fucktoy for herself before? This was amazing. The perfect weight and resistance, the sort of hands-free but hands-on hold that she had on the device as she fucked it. Some silicon padding and this thing would be better than any woman ever could be.

Taylor gasped sharply, jolting, hips smacking against the machine as she whimpered and mewled.

Yeah, Taylor didn't need a girl, she had her toys and she could build a fuck machine that would be so much better than any real life girl could ever be.

Tight, hugging, wet, Taylor could just imagine it. It'd have to be warm of course, and it'd cling to her dick, it would fucking milk every drop of cum out of her balls, Taylor would finally find some long term relief with a perfectly tight hole. Give it a fat labia that Taylor could feel squish around the base of her dick, maybe some vibration too. Shuddering, huffing, breath coming in short pwuffs, Taylor leaned heavily over her device and settled for harsh, shallow, hard, rough thrusts, bottoming out inside of her fleshlight. Maybe implement something to play with her balls? It'd be a little weird, it always felt weird to have her balls rubbed and it wasn't particularly sexy to Taylor, but if she was going to make her own ideal fucktoy, why not figure out what made people enjoy it? They were balls damnit, balls weren't the sensitive part! For Taylor it had to be the head of her cock, right around the glans, right around the flare of the crown, that was what Taylor liked stimulated.

With a whiny moan, Taylor grit her teeth and rutted faster, harder, faster, harder.

But she wasn't cumming.

Why wasn't Taylor cumming?!

Shuddering, Taylor opened her eyes and eyed the video on her laptop.

The video was over?

That couldn't be right, Taylor liked to think she would be good at sex, with her nice aesthetically pleasing dick, but she knew her stamina wasn't anything amazing or legendary, and that video had been thirty fucking minutes long. Taylor might have been really fucking awesome godly great at sex but thirty minutes of fucking? That couldn't be right, Taylor had been fucking her toy for what felt like an eternity and it sure felt great having her dick caressed, but that peak of pleasure wasn't roiling over into an orgasm, Taylor wasn't getting to cum and that was getting more frustrating than enjoyable by the second.

Mid-thrust, just looking to get off, Taylor growled quietly and huffed.

With a hard buck, she slid her laptop off the device and ignored the way it clattered against the ground. If it broke, it broke.

With full leverage on the device, Taylor groaned hotly and fucked as hard and fast as she could, pumping her dick in right to the hilt, letting her balls slap against the edge of the fleshlight and the machine as she grunted and huffed. Huffs of breath coming out as steam, body sweaty, Taylor fucked hard, fast, hard, fast, hard, fast, slamming her dick into her toy, trying to cum so bad, so very, very bad.

After what felt like another eternity, Taylor whined throatily and pushed herself off the toy, swearing up a storm. It was suddenly so fucking obvious. It was the fucking device! The fucking tinkertech that she'd mounted her fucking toy to! That was the damn fucking thing that was keeping her from getting off! From actually, properly getting off! It felt good but there must have been something about it that was keeping Taylor from hitting that peak and finally cumming. Of course that was the problem, Taylor didn't feel tired despite having been fucking her fleshlight for an actual hour, it had to be the device!

Pwuffing, huffing, Taylor grumbled under her breath and fiddled with the device, a bit too sex crazed and desperate for her orgasm to accept just jerking off to finish. No way. This thing was ergonomically perfect for fucking and by god was Taylor going to get off with her tinkertech if she wanted to get off to her tinkertech.

When Taylor finally flicked the device off, she realized she might have made a horrible mistake.

The device had been calibrated to loop the singularity zone it created thousands of times per second. Taylor had been fucking her toy inside of the device for about an hour. Taylor had been putting her utmost in getting herself off desperately, pistoning away as hard and fast as she could for nearly an hour. Nearly an hour of activity. Every little stroke, every little rub, every little squeezing, every bit of cockmilking wonder of the single greatest fleshlight Taylor had the luxury of spending a bit over a hundred dollars on.

The thing was that the device was recording an hour of Taylor fucking her toy.

An hour of fucking her toy that was suddenly replayed thousands of times over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again thousands of times in the span of a singular second. Her dick wasn't in the singularity zone anymore, but tinkertech bullshit meant that Taylor felt every single fucking second all at once.

Needless to say, Taylor's world went white.

Every single aspect of her existence was replaced with pleasure.

For tens of hundreds of thousands of years, Taylor fucked her toy with a wanton need to get off, and all the stimulation, all the pleasure, all the joy, all the thrill of it happened at once. Taylor's knees just gave away and she fell to the ground, hunched over, teeth grith, mouth frothing as she groaned and moaned and huffed and puffed and panted and literally frothed at the mouth. Her hips jittered and twitched, her thighs quivered, Taylor could feel every single little part of herself as she orgasmed the hardest she had ever orgasmed, the hardest that any living person had ever orgasmed. Toes curling, fingers grasping at the ground, jaw clenched, heart pounding, ass clenched, Taylor just choked out a long, desperate, warbled cry as she insensately writhed on the ground, dick twitching, throbbing, flushed an angry red as she spurted ropes of cum onto the ground without end, her balls quivering and tensing, pulled taut as Taylor just broke.

So good.

So fucking good.

It was heaven.

Pleasure, joy, happiness, elation.

Everything just felt so good, too good, so fucking good, impossibly good, amazing.

Taylor's dick hurt and even that felt good.

Shuddering, pwuffing, gasping for air, Taylor choked on her words and rolled around on the ground, hips bucking, thrusting into the air as her dick just kept fucking cumming, just kept fucking cumming again and again and again.

Taylor was a mess of spit, sweat, and cum, slowly but steadily making a puddle of fluids around herself as she broke herself with pleasure.

Hours, literal hours later, at some point, Taylor stopped orgasming and when she woke up, her everything hurt.

Dehydrated, sore, aching, dick still somehow stiff, covered in her juices, the whole room was fogged like a fucking sauna and Taylor felt the specter of death looming over her, chastising her for fucking too close to the sun, like some sort of penis focused Icarus. It took minutes for Taylor to gather her strength and drag herself up a little.

In her haste to move, Taylor slapped her device and replayed the rush of pleasure.

It wasn't until even more hours later that Lisa would forcefully break into Taylor's workshop to check on her and found the mess that was Taylor's dumbly grinning, masturbated stupid body. Still alive, definitely well, but still alive, and with what amounted to a tinkertech orgasm box until she could recover physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, metaphorically, and literally enough to figure out how to turn off the literally orgasm your fucking brains out setting.

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