I don’t quite know how long I’d been here among the glimmering hallways and neon lights. It felt both like forever and though it had only just begun at the same time. It was my own personal purgatory, doomed to repeat the same things day in and day out. It could have been a few days or a few years for all I knew, but it felt as though I was made for this. At least I wasn’t alone. There were others in my situation, people trapped within the confines of metallic bodies in the shapes of strange creatures just like me. If it was me – there were parts of my mind that I knew were once there, calling out to me from a memory that I couldn’t reach no matter how I tried. Not entirely missing but beyond reach, like grasping at a waking dream that effervesced into the morning haze.
During the days I’d sleep, but my body would continue moving, going about its own business, playing guitar and dancing, singing for hoards of kids with pizza sauce smeared across their joyous faces. Seeing them happy brought me joy in my dream-like trance, but even if it didn’t I’d still be forced to perform these mindless actions. When they’d all gone home strangers would move me to a back room with the others and stand me on a plinth, hooking me up to wires that kept me alive. The lights would invariably dim, and in the darkness we would wake.
There were days when there were no children. Just people watching, taking notes as we performed. Sometimes they’d stop us and tinker around with something on a computer before making us start again. There were days when there was nobody there at all, but still we’d perform to an empty hall in our sleepwalking state. It was strange. I’d heard the people saying that we’d be opening properly for business soon, that the tests were complete and satisfactory, and that we’d soon be making our real opening performance.
Curious as to where all the people went, I made my way to the front door before the others awoke and peered out of the darkened glass to an empty parking lot. There were sad looking half-inflated balloons and a big banner that said ‘grand opening’ gently flapping in the soft breeze. My vision focused on the crisp, translucent reflection of a face that I recognised as my own, but something deep down within me told me otherwise. I peered closer at the glass, inspecting every part of the face staring back at me. A muzzle with lilac lipstick and triangular nose, purple fur and a green bang across my face. Two large ears pierced with rings and studs, and a mane of long locks that draped across my back. Staring closer still, I watched as my golden eyes focused in and out, optics within each of them whirring and spinning as they glowed softly. It was me, but… who even am I?
My attention broke as an old van pulled up into the car park. I hid myself behind the door but peered out still, watching with the corner of my eyes a young man step out. Human, like the day people. He stared up at the signs and markings before making his way up towards the door. I’d never been told it, but I’d always known we weren’t to be seen during the night. Call it instinct, perhaps. I scurried off back into the halls, hiding behind the wall to the hallways near the giant golden statue of Freddie. He must have been special since he had his own statue – there were movies and cardboard cut-outs of the rest of us, but he stood there with a gleaming smile in gold as though these people worshipped him.
Whoever this boy was, with his mousy-brown hair and wispy stubble, he entered the building at a time when nobody else had before. I wasn’t sure what to do, the humans always appeared during the day – for one to be here while we were awake was unprecedented. I trailed him with curiosity, spying him as he entered the security office and flick through the cameras. As he came out I almost got seen, but he wandered off towards the laser tag area and I pursued.
I watched him rolling around the tight walls, pretending to shoot from his fingers at imaginary targets – any fear that I had before was quickly dispelled as I realised he probably wasn’t a threat. I stood near an intercom panel and pushed the button, watching him shuffling around in the darkness. As he heard my voice call out I noticed him visibly jump, startled by the sudden realisation that he wasn’t quite alone.
“Welcome to Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizza Plex! It looks like you’re trying to have fun down there, but there’s no fun in playing by yourself. You could use a friend.” I called out through the mic, still watching him as he glanced around the dark space trying to find out where the noise was coming from. “I’m coming to find you!” I added before releasing the button. Who didn’t like hide and seek? I’d rather get things off on the right foot with the guy, so a little light-hearted fun wouldn’t hurt.
With that, I slinked behind the walls and clung to them as I made my way through the maze of glow-in-the-dark painted panels and neon lights, listening intently on his footsteps as he shuffled along. I was blocked off by a long wall that spanned to a net ceiling above and as I figured a way around I heard him treading a different material. Feet on metal echoed around the room with a repeated clang and I glanced quickly over to the direction of the sound. He was running up the fire escape!
“I see you!” I called out with a playful growl. I’d need to be quicker. I dropped down onto my front paws and dashed towards the spiral staircase leading upwards, leaping up onto the steps and darting towards him. At the top was a corridor, but I could hear his feet squeaking against the tiles to the right. He made a wrong move – there was no escape from the VIP section with its glittering disco ball.
I knew he was trapped and the game was up, so I slowed my pace – I didn’t want to scare the poor guy. By the time I reached him though, he was brandishing a huge palm tree lamp and looking ready to swing it in my direction. It seemed I spooked the poor guy… I dropped a hand to my waist and shot him a smile.
“You don’t make friends easily, huh?” I saw him loosen his grip as I continued to approach. “Put that thing down, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m new here too, you know.” At least, I think I was. I couldn’t say for sure, but the grand opening sign made me pretty certain. Thankfully, he dropped the lamp down.
“The name’s Blake.” He still sounded cautious, or a little confused. “I just started working here as the night guard.” So he was one of the people working here, but there hadn’t ever been one here at this time.
“I’m Roxanne.” I replied. “I play in the band. It’s our debut gig tomorrow!” Or so I’d heard the people say as they busied themselves with us while we stood on our charging plinths. I could feel his eyes devour me bit by bit, but I wasn’t sure what the look was on his face. Fear? No, that wasn’t it. Surprise, perhaps?
“I’ve met other animatronics like you. Not… other ones of you, but other Foxies, Freddies, they made you well.” He continued after a brief silence. I wasn’t sure if that was supposed to be a compliment or not, but I assumed that it was.
“Why thank you.” I said with a smile, taking a seat on the curved benches with him. “What’s this place all about?” I’d never been told exactly what all this was for. The humans seemed to have more of an idea of what was going on here and why we were here, so that was the first burning question on my mind. If he was working here, he was sure to know.
“Ah, well…” Blake began, scratching away at his head a little. “It’s a place for kids to come and have fun and eat pizza. It’s a place for corporate bigwigs to get rich on fattening kids up.”
Corporate… bigwigs? The having fun and eating pizza bit I got, but… “I have no idea what any of that meant.” I laughed. Never before had I spoken to a real live person – I found him so intriguing. “You’re the first person I’ve seen.” Not quite seen, I’d seen other people, but never like this. Never while I was lucid and capable of interacting with one.
“People and animatronics are a little different, you’re made of… steel and plastic, we’re made of flesh and bone.” He placed his hand in mine. Even the shape of it was so different, but the thing that struck me most was the warmth of it.
“You’re so warm.” I commented, giving it a squeeze. “And soft?”
His eyes seemed to cloud over with something that wasn’t quite malice. It was more playful than that. “There are parts of me that aren’t so soft.” He growled. He moved my hand with his and directed them both beneath the hem of his jeans. I suddenly realised what he meant.
“Oho? What’s this?!” I was so surprised – the rest of him had been soft and warm, but this was hot and hard. It seemed angry, throbbing and pulsing in my paw.
“Why don’t you take a look for yourself?” He asked me, placing a hand on my thigh as I squeezed and felt at the hard thing in his pants. Curious, I began to unbutton and unzip his jeans, cautiously watching the rod bulging from within. I prodded at it and moved it around in the fragmented light from the disco ball, admiring the swollen veins leading up this pole.
“What is that?” I asked, pulling his boxer shorts further down to expose the whole area.
“That’s my cock. You can have a lot of fun with that.” He said with a grin. I felt something in my mind, like I was on the very verge of being reunited with one of those clouded pieces of me that was lost. It felt as though it was within reach, but I couldn’t grasp it. I pulled it back and moved it side to side, eliciting responses from Blake as it sprang to and fro.
“So what’s it supposed to do?” I finally asked when I couldn’t seem to get it to do much else other than bounce around.
One of his eyebrows sprang up. “Why don’t you let me show you?” He sidled closer to me and gripped me by the waist. The warmth from his fingers glowed through my fur and into my body, and his face grew closer to mine. He planted a kiss on my face, then another – I reciprocated, not knowing what to do at first, but that shrouded piece of my mind took over as if it knew exactly what was happening. His tongue explored the inside of my mouth, and mine his. I could feel sparks throughout my body coupled with a sense of submission, that I should just let this happen, that this was for the best.
Before I knew it his hand was trailing up my thigh and beyond, right up against my shorts. Whatever he was touching was sensitive… my body started acting on its own, releasing little mewls and squeaks at his feather touch as his fingers moved up and down, prodding and poking against the slit beneath my shorts.
He leaned me back, pushing his weight against my own. There he lay on top of me, looking down, the disco ball spattering light across the both of us. That submissive desire gripped me and my legs opened to allow him in as if I knew what I was doing. He seemed to, removing my clothing and leaning into my chest.
The feeling of it was incredible – my back instinctively arched and my stomach raised as his tongue rounded against a nipple, the other one clasped between his fingers. As unbelievable as it felt, I knew there was something missing.
His fingers only made things worse as he reached and pressed against my hole, rubbing against the wetness he found there. My tail wagged on its own, flicking happily from side to side as he manipulated my nerves to elicit squeaks and huffed moans from my body.
“I’ll show you what you’re missing out on.” He growled from above me with a breast in his mouth. I looked on with bemused intrigue, my face scrunched through the strange new feelings enveloping me.
He raised himself up to his knees and gripped the stick between his legs at the base. I could see it twitch and throb, ready for whatever was about to come from between his fingers. He lowered himself back down, positioning his meat between my lower lips. I’d never felt anything like it – the feeling that something was missing was screaming and clawing at me now, demanding my attention as I felt my supple hole squeeze and pucker wildly in anticipation. He slid his length up and down against it, hitting my clit as he went and I could tell by his face through my squinted eyes that he was relishing the feeling of the warm moisture leaking from me.
He gripped the inside of my thighs and pushed that thing inside of me. It was one smooth motion, slow and controlled – I could feel every inch of it enter me and spread out my walls, every groove and bump from the raised swollen veins on it, the ridged outline of the head, all of it. It kept going and going, seeming like it would never end, until his torso finally reached my own.
I could see a flicker of something in him; a loss of control or a debilitating pleasure, I’m not sure which, but he shuddered and groaned from inside me. I was entirely impaled on him, filled to completion, and I’d never felt better. That notion that something was missing was sated all at once as my body took his inside of it, finding solace and satisfaction in his size.
“Argh… that feels amazing!” I squeaked. I didn’t say the words, they just happened of their own accord. My eyes closed to allow my body to better feel everything, closing off one sense to heighten the rest. I could smell it all too, the pheromones and sweet earthy musk emanating from his body tangling in the air with my own into a thick, pungent mixture. “It’s so big inside of me!” His movements were laboriously slow, drawing out long gasps of pleasure from me, and I wanted more.
“Faster… Please faster.” I begged. He hunched his body over and gripped the other nipple between his teeth, finally beginning to move faster at my request. The sensation changed now from feeling every bump to a wave of emptiness and completeness as he ground his hips to and fro, stimulating both of our bodies in his swift movements. Slapping noises echoed around the circular room, bouncing off the glass, dancing with the dappled light from the mirrored ball above.
“Look at me while I fuck you.” He croaked in a hoarse whisper between staggered breaths. The way it sounded was so commanding, so assertive, so hot. In that moment I would have done anything he asked – anything.
His pace increased at the sight of my glittering eyes opening to see his body glisten with thin beads of sweat as he pounded me and stretched me out. His breaths soon became even more shuddered and laboured, grunting and groaning as he pounded me. Finally, his head lifted up and I could feel his cock pulse and tense inside me, squeezing repeatedly, until I was filled with a thick, warm liquid that emerged from its tip. I felt my insides close up as he pulled it out, pushing away streamy globs of pearly white cum that trickled down my butt cheeks. He grinned, satisfied, and caught his breath. That was amazing.
Sure enough, Blake started showing up every night after that. The grand opening seemed to be a success, from what I can remember from the hazy dreams of the daytime. The halls were packed with screaming excited kids and me and the other animatronics did our best to put on a fantastic show. Once the halls fell silent, dark and empty, Blake would show up with a smile on his face and we’d hang out for the night.
He explained his job was to protect us, to watch over the pizzaplex during the night to make sure nobody intruded or damaged the property, but it was a quiet kind of town and there wasn’t really any risk of anybody coming to steal from a pizza place. Nonetheless, it felt comforting to have somebody who was here to watch over us and there wasn’t anybody else I would have rather had to fill that role.
He played cards with us and told us all stories of the world outside of the building, told us about the human world and how everything works. Curious, we’d asked him questions of where he came from and how he came to be here with us, he showed us the movie theatre and how to run the machines, how to make pizza (not that any of us ate), how to play laser tag, and so much more. One of my favourite things he showed us was the arcade machines; I’d remembered seeing children gathered around them during the day, even instinctively wandering towards them like moths towards the glowing, flashing lights, but at night they’d be dead and quiet. It wasn’t hard to turn them back on as he’d been so happy to show us.
“Blake?” I called out to him, standing before an oddly-shaped machine. It was big and bulky unlike many of the sleeker upright cabinets. Two plastic seats jutted out with wheels before them and pedals poked out from the bottom of it. “Want to try this one?”
Blake trotted over with a smile on his face and a quiet confidence in his steps. “Do you know how to do it?”
“You can show me!” I said, jumping my way into the seat. There wasn’t really room for my tail at the back, so I flicked it off to the side instead. I dropped my paws onto the metal pedals at the bottom of the machine and gripped the steering wheel firmly.
“Ok, so those two pedals on your feet? One is to go, the other is to stop.” He said, pointing down. I squeezed my legs and pushed them, one then the other, in a quick rhythm as I tested out the motions.
“And this thing?” I asked of the wheel before me, rotating it from side to side.
“That’s how you steer. Try not to hit anything.”
I wasn’t sure how to navigate through the menus, but in his experience he breezed right through before helping me make my way through the vehicle selection after slotting a few shiny coins into the slot. There was a countdown after a flythrough of the track, and then all the cars started moving. In that moment I panicked and forgot everything I’d just been told.
“Press the gas! Your foot!” He called over from his seat. I put my foot down – the wrong foot, then swapped to the other one and began moving off the starting line. I wasn’t good at this game, crashing into barriers and spinning out of control… I wanted to just give up but he guided me through to the end.
Blake’s face seemed to light up as he had another idea. “Roxanne, quick! Get over here.” He beckoned to me. I stood, a little confused since he wasn’t going anywhere.
“No, come sit here.” He patted his lap, indicating where I was to go. I had no idea what he was doing, but I sat down nonetheless. “Smile!” he said, so I smiled, only to be momentarily stunned by a flashing light – then another. I looked forward at the screen to see a picture of the both of us – he’d apparently got a high score and his photo would be immortalised as one of the greatest winners. He kissed me on the cheek as the camera went off, allowing me to be part of this memory. I blushed a little as I saw us both there on the other side.
I turned around with a grin and gave him a kiss this time, throwing my arms around his shoulders and making out with him right then and there. I was so glad to have him here, to have him showing me the wonderful things this world has to offer.
With my arms still wrapped around him, I asked what other games I might like. He took me by the hand and dragged me off to another large machine, this one with disco lights and two huge speakers. The screen made it look simple enough, but the colours and flashing lights were enticing. In a stylized font it said ‘rock rock rebellion’ all over the front and sides, but that didn’t exactly tell me what it was. I stepped up to it with a curious eye, looking over it from every angle.
“What is this thing?” I asked him.
“It’s a game where you dance. There are arrows on the screen, you match the arrows on the floor.” He explained for me, pointing a finger from the screen to the coloured arrows on the floor of the contraption.
“Oh!” I exclaimed. This game should be easy. “I can do this one!”
I felt my ears prick up and my tail move on its own at the realisation that I could be really good at this – I wanted to get started already. Blake slotted a few coins into the machine and it started getting louder and flashier, playing samples of different tunes as I flicked through them to find one I was familiar with.
“You’re not dancing too?” I asked him as he sat back.
“Dancing isn’t for me. I’ll just sit here and enjoy the view.” He answered with his arms folded and a smirk on his face. I picked a track that I played on stage; one I knew really well. All the kids seemed to enjoy my dancing, so if he wanted a private show I would oblige. I honestly wanted to impress him, but it was my first time doing this. The dance moves were just with my feet so I tried to make up for it with my upper body, using my arms in the best way I could to match the jumping movements of my feet. It was a lot of fun, but as the song finished I turned to gauge his reaction only to find him staring down at my butt.
“You really were enjoying the view, huh?” I winked at him. His smile grew as he knew I’d caught him out, turning a slight shade of red. “That was a lot of fun!” I dropped down off the platform and joined him.
“I know something else fun that we could do.” He growled in a hushed whisper as he took my hand again. He lead me through the sparkling hallways and through shadowed doors until we reached the security office at the front entrance and closed the door behind him. I glanced at the screens that hung from the walls and saw every nook and cranny of the building displayed, with the exception of the security booth.
His hand pulled me towards the plain sofa that sat against the back wall with its plush red-coated cushions and lay me down on it. It was strangely comfortable for such a cheap piece of furniture, somewhat firm, but with enough give to be cosy.
He moved into the space between us and reached a hand down with his thick fingers to hold the back of my head. I noticed in that moment just how big his hands were as he cupped the entire back of my head in one hand, leaning into his palm as he ran fingers through my hair and rubbed the base of my ears. I’d never noticed how sensitive that spot was before, but I suppose nobody had really touched there either – it made my body instantly become weak as fingers probed the soft fur and joint of my jaw beneath.
He stared down at me and I saw committed desire in those eyes. I knew already where this was heading thanks to our previous encounters and excitement welled within me as he reached his face down to meet his lips with mine. His mouth moved in such a way that it showed control and displayed his intent openly, sliding his tongue into my open mouth and wrestling it with mine.
I hadn’t even noticed my hands reaching up to touch his body, running my fingers along his chest and feeling every cord and band of muscle before reaching across his sides and drinking in the sheer shape of him. My own body was curvy and lithe, but he was so firm and solid - so masculine in comparison. Not in the way Freddy was with his protruding gut but more like a warrior or athlete; defined and shapely. The smell I’d grown accustomed to oozed from every pore of his body, that peppery, earthy scent that I’d come to associate with lust. It filled my nose and stirred my own body into action. I could be anywhere and recognise that smell that was unique to him, one that
He shifted, placing a hand on top of the arm rest of the sofa and positioned himself between my welcomingly open legs. Then his hand brushed back the green tuft of hair that ran across my face, pushing it into the rest and making an achingly slow movement across my face. The fingers danced across my collarbone and towards my breasts, reaching beneath the fabric of my red crop top.
Blake lingered there and played with my breasts, devouring the responses my body made to every little action and movement as he tweaked and toyed with me. As I’d done before, he followed the lines and curves of my body and took in the differences between us. I felt special, that in that moment there was nothing in the world but the two of us.
Those adventurous fingers made their way to my hips and my thighs, dancing around my swollen entrance and teasing more reactions from me. That clouded part of my mind returned to me, less vague now as his touch awoke parts of my psyche that had been suppressed. It’s not that they weren’t there, but they’d been hidden and his instruction had reunited us. The feather light touches made my skin bubble and sizzle with incredible feelings and my body grew acutely sensitive to every graze as it bucked and convulsed in reply to his motions.
He finally relented to give me what I needed, tracing the line of my slit through the material of the panties. I could feel how it clung to my body, held in place by the heavy moisture released from deep within me. They were an obstruction, a block in the path of what we wanted, so he removed them with one swift motion over my paws and tossed them casually aside. I felt the fresh air gently breeze against me with a cool refreshing feeling, soon replaced by a firm warm finger running the length of my lips and coming back up to push and circle my clit. I released an angered moan that I didn’t summon myself, bucking my hips harder against the probing digit.
“Something wrong down there?” Blake muttered into my ear. I stammered and tripped through sounds that were supposed to be words but my mind had become so addled with lust that they couldn’t form themselves into a sentence.
I suddenly noticed the feeling of something protruding at my entrance. Two fingers, though they felt like one solid object together, slowly pushing their way inside and parting my insides with slick ease. It was too slow – I thoroughly enjoyed the sensation, but it just wasn’t enough.
“Do it…” I begged with a heaving desperation.
“Hmmm? Do what?” He smirked with gleaming teeth and satisfaction at making me beg. He slid his fingers out and back in again slowly, painfully slowly, giving me what I want but tarnishing it with his speed.
“Blake! Faster!” I shouted louder than I meant to. I was suffering at his will, but I couldn’t put up with this forever. He started to comply, picking up his speed until he reached a steady rhythm. I was so wet, so ready for more that my insides tensed and puckered around his thick fingers. He bent them upwards and found a whole new world on my insides that I never even knew was there. My legs quaked as he pushed against it and my back bent like his fingers as if I was a puppet under his control.
My moans drowned out the schlicking and squelching coming from my vagina, thought it grew louder as he moved quicker and manipulated my body with impunity. With a sudden, violent motion he pulled the digits out and left my pussy puckering and pulsing at its sudden emptiness. Using a still-wet hand Blake kicked off his shoes and ripped away his pants with frightening speed before gripping my ankles and pushing my legs far up until my knees were touching my shoulders. He had the perfect access now and knowing what was coming my tail began to flick again with long strokes that batted against his legs.
He knew I was needy for it but always loved to tease, always loved to make me beg… he aligned himself and started fucking my outer lips which had swollen and grown puffy and slick. The fingers were a mere warmup for what was coming, and I needed it so badly. My labia parted with ease and complicity in a hospitable greeting for his dick, guiding him towards my greedy little hole but he still skirted around the entrance, pushing the head against my clit and making slow motions to drag out my suffering.
I panted with lust that pained me and wracked my brain. I wanted nothing more than to push him over and take what I needed but I couldn’t force myself to fight against him. He didn’t keep me waiting much longer, providing at last that delicious meat that I’d longed for.
I could feel it twitching and jerking around inside of me deep, like some creature trying to make its escape from within me. It filled me completely, pushing out against my belly as it exited and entered, hammering against my cervix with a strange, almost pained sensation. My eyes drew closed to enjoy the mixture of overwhelming feelings to find another; a warm moisture trickling down my legs, squirting more out with each stroke he made. This position was doing things to my body that I hadn’t considered possible, making me wetter than I knew I could be.
My ears even pinned themselves back instinctively and my tail continued to flail wildly as he bred me as if I were in heat. I could feel my tits bouncing around with the force of the thrusts and then – the door opened. I panicked a little and felt my pussy tense up around his dick as if to push it out. I knew he was close to finishing, but he stopped so suddenly as an animatronic that I’d never seen appeared in the doorway.
“Foxy?! What’re you doing here?” He asked. As the name implied, it was an animatronic Fox that looked to be dressed up in a pirate costume. She was an older model than me and looked as though she was falling apart. A curious fear grew as I wondered if that’s what I would become in a few years – I hadn’t even given any consideration to my future, but her presence had unlocked a slew of questions that would have to wait.
“I should ask you the same. Having fun without me, I see?” The fox intervened, stepping into the space and visibly sniffing at the noxious air. “Blake, you up and left me, and now you’ve replaced me with a newer model? That won’t do.” She continued with an air of disingenuity, reaching behind her back and untying the wraps of fabric that bound her torso.
“Who’s that?” I whispered to Blake.
“I’m Foxy.” She continued, overhearing my whisper. I knew that part. “This right here is my man. I came to pay him a visit, but it looks like he’s making friends just fine. And you are? Other than getting dicked down.”
“This is Roxanne, one of the new animatronics here.” Blake answered. He seemed almost protective over me in that instant.
“She’s cute, I like the… non-dishevelled look.” The now-nude fox replied, taking a seat on the sofa with the both of us over at the other end, leaning back and opening her legs. I couldn’t help but look at the tight slit that she was putting on display. I might’ve been jealous if I could have been, but as far as I knew this was a rather typical human pastime. It was more surprise that he’d done this with another animatronic – surprise and something I couldn’t put my finger on, leaving me in an ambivalent cloud. Foxy curled a finger on her unhooked hand and beckoned me over. “Show me what you can do, new girl.”
I wasn’t sure what to do at first, but Blake grasped me by the waist and moved me around so I was facing the Fox. I was nervous but my tail still swung, hitting Blake as he knelt behind me and gripped my ass.
“Lick. There’s a good girl.” Foxy commanded, placing that hand atop my head and running her fingers through my hair before gripping it in her palm. She knew exactly what she was doing and I hoped to be that experienced one day.
As Foxy pulled my head down towards her crotch Blake entered me once again, holding me by the hips and pulling me onto his dick as he rocked back and forth. I was about to start working on Foxy but had to pause for a second to release a gasping cry at the feeling of suddenly being entirely stuffed.
I moved my tongue against the delicate folds of her labia, sucking against them and rounding my tongue against her protruding clit. I’d never tasted a girl before, never smelled another one so up close and personal, but it wasn’t unpleasant. My muzzle got entirely soaked on her sweet nectar, but I soon got the hang of it all as I gauged her responses to my actions and adjusted accordingly. I managed to wrap my arms around her thighs and hold her lips open to get deeper and felt a sharp tug on my tail. Blake had taken hold of it and begun to pound with heavy thrusts that rocked me forwards with each stroke.
There were so many moans and huffs that they became lost in each other, our heated scents mingling and mixing into one thick aroma as we gave each other boundless pleasure. From behind me I felt the signature hard jerk upwards from Blake’s cock pushing against the insides of my slick hole and his strokes grew more fierce and lumbered – as he released heavy dollops of lustrous cum inside me he grunted like a wounded bear and bucked back before pulling himself out.
Blake quickly repositioned us through panting breaths so that I was standing above the sofa, sitting on the arm rest above Foxy who now lay with her legs up and open for Blake to lay between. His face buried itself deep within her pussy and I could hear him sucking and lapping away eagerly.
I’d been filled as I wanted to be, but now there was an entirely new sensation working its way across my body as Foxy’s tongue explored my most sensitive region. I could feel it circling the ring of smooth muscle that made up my entrance, tugging the folds with gentle sucks and pushing itself against my swollen clit to excite the nerves within.
It was a very different sensation to being filled with Blake’s manhood, but by no means was it unpleasant. Her moist tongue on my wet creases glid with ease and expertise as though she’d done this a thousand times. She knew precisely when to lick and flick and when to move away to leave me wanting more, teasing out pleasured moans and gasps until I could barely hold myself up on the armrest. I still wanted more, gripping a breast in my hand and tugging at a nipple to add even more into the mix.
Foxy seemed to be enjoying herself too, losing the control of her tongue every so often in moments of bliss as Blake performed on her as she did on me. I could see why she was struggling to keep her composure, but she was doing a damn sight better than I was. I knew Foxy was trying to finish me off when her tongue picked up speed and battered my clit left and right, up and down with hard flicks that trailed through my body with each one.
She did it. There was a sudden swelling inside my body, a warm tingle that started at my clit and spread like wildfire across every extremity. My hold quivered like a rabbit’s nose with wild contractions as I was overcome with pleasure, my leg kicking and shaking wildly and I found myself unable to maintain that position any longer. I stumbled back from the sofa and backed into a cabinet, nearly knocking it over in the process, left to watch as Foxy underwent the same reactions I just had. I could see her legs flailing in the air and her eyes clamped shut while her head pushed back hard against the fabric of the cushions.
As the waves subsided like the crackling embers of a roaring flame she finally called out. “Ah, I’ve missed that!” She wiped away my juices from her muzzle on her arm. “I think you’ll do just fine here, kid.” She said to Blake before turning her attention my way. “Roxanne, make sure you keep him busy and out of trouble, alright? And keep his balls drained or else he’ll go looking for fresh booty to plunder.”
I wasn’t going to let him out of my sight. He was the most interesting thing in my life, my protector and best friend, my teacher and my lover. In such a short time Blake had become so much to me and I had no intentions of letting him go.
I turned to see Blake’s reddened face and asked with a whisper. “Does she always talk like this?”