‘I can take another night’ you told yourself, shutting the door behind you with an echoing thunk.
If it meant satisfying your cock while getting paid, then you were down for anything. Minimum wage, possible death at the jaws of a possessed animatronic, not to mention the fungal spores and bacteria growing around the place, but it was worth it all.
Your shoe stuck to a patch of some long forgotten sugary drink left on the floor, making a ripping sound as you pulled yourself free. Surely last night wasn’t your imagination running wild, there had to be something more to it.
Plonking down in your chair you pulled up the monitor and took a look around to see if Foxy was out and about, or if the animatronics were doing anything at all. Maybe they really were just lifeless robots after all.
Party hats were nearly stacked on the tables for the next day’s party, the floors had been swept of any confetti left over, and the pirate cove was still covered by the star-laden curtains. Everything seemed to be as it should be. Filthy, dark, and eerily quiet, but as it should be.
You darted through the different camera systems looking for the animatronics from last night, but you couldn’t seem to see Funtime or Foxy anywhere. You put down the monitor and rested yourself on your chair, leaning back and making the wheels creak under the pressure. This was going to be a long night, with nothing going on.
Figuring there still wouldn’t be anybody trying to break into some down and out kid’s pizza joint, you finally decide to take a look around. Foolish perhaps, but it had only been a few minutes and you were a combination of bored out of your mind and eager to find out more about what happened last night.
Kicking the chair back from the desk, you rose to you feet and grabbed your trusty flashlight. Giving it a hit or two on the desk to make sure it was all working, you slunked your way out of the door into the hallway. White checkerboard tiles faded into a cream colour with years of grease settling on them and pieces of legally obliging paper hung there in the expectation that nobody would read them. Fear keeping you from moving forward too quickly, you decided you’d have mercy on the parchment and give it a quick scan.
There was a section about food hygiene, one about missing children, liability waivers, and you quickly lost interest. There was a reason nobody bothered to read these. Some children’s decorations made of paper plates and folded paper arms hung next to them. You could’ve done a way better job than that. Stupid kids.
Walking father down the hall you noticed a vacuum cleaner with googly eyes and outreached arms and laughed to yourself as you wondered if this one would come alive and try to suck you off.
Finally you made it into the dining hall and eyed up the curtain, your footsteps echoing in the quiet. Without the low fidelity saccharine sweet music blaring out of broken speakers, buzzing and rattling on the higher notes, this place seemed totally dead.
With one hand you pulled the curtain back slowly, peering behind. Your heart beat faster and faster, then came back to rest as you saw nothing behind there. Just a few speakers and a child’s lost coat.
You turned around to look if there was anyone else there. Your instincts were shouting at you that you weren’t alone.
“Helloooooooo?” You called out, a subtle echo reverberating from the hallways.
You stopped and remained deadly quiet, holding your breath in to listen for a reply.
“Anyone? Foxy?” Still nothing. “Funtime? Hellooooo?”
Again you waited. The muffled sound of a car passing by from outside came and went. Nothing. No sign of life, organic or artificial.
With heavy boots echoing off the dark food hall’s walls you walked to a door in the back marked ‘Staff only’. Something about it just seemed out of place, nestled there between some tables like it wasn’t meant to be used. Curiosity got the better of you, and you had time to kill.
Pushing on the door yielded no results; you could feel the lock firmly in place. They had given you keys to the place that hung around your belt loop, and it was time to put them to use. You tried your keys one by one until finding the one that would grant you access to the secrets within.
As you opened it you immediately began to scan the surroundings. There was a workbench with a soldering kit and tools scattered about, someone had left their overalls hung on a hook and a half finished pizza sat in its box on the bench.
Scattered about the room piled into boxes and hung up on more hooks were parts from animatronics. There were Freddie parts and a Foxy head hung up on the wall, spare arms and legs stuffed under the bench from Chika and Bonnie and the whole area felt like a mad scientist’s surgery.
To your right a fully constructed Toy Freddy bear sat at a computer monitor, erect, unmoving. Upon seeing his outline your heart jumped and adrenaline filled your body. After a few seconds your brain jumped back in charge and you walked over to see what he was doing. Somebody had left him playing a game. What a waste of electricity. Freddy didn’t seem to be moving and his eyes just looked blankly forward beyond the screen.
“You won’t be getting a high score tonight.” You smiled as you bent down to press the off button on the computer, leaning to the monitor to turn that off as well.
“What’re you doing?” a voice suddenly called out at you. It sounded like they were speaking through a walkie talkie with a the accent of a 1990s new yorker comedian.
Your heart jumped out your chest and you turned to face the darkness from where the voice was coming in the back of the service room. Hiding in the shadows was a tall fox who’s eyes beamed through the shade.
“Funtime? You scared me.”
“No silly, I’m Lolbit!” The fox laughed heartily.
“Lolbit? Where are the others?”
“What, I’m not good enough for you? You wanted more fun with Foxy and Funtime? Don’t think that I don’t know!” the speaker crackled and glitched as she spoke, walking out of the shadows and into view menacingly. While there were similarities, this definitely wasn’t Funtime. While Funtime had a pink face and whites in her eyes, lolbit had the more jarring colour combination of purple accents and completely black eyes. It didn’t quite seem like she was made for the children, at least not like this. Perhaps she wasn’t finished yet.
“And just who are you?” the speaker crackled again.
“I’m the new security guard here. Blake.” You answered, clutching your flashlight tightly as you were unsure of Lolbit’s intentions.
“Security you say? So if I were to act up you’d have to beat me, huh?” The fox laughed again, its eyes growing brighter as it did. Suddenly she jumped right at you, her face meeting yours.
“I don’t think you have the balls.” She smiled, gripping your wrists and immobilising you immediately. A short struggle against the hold was all you needed to realise she wasn’t messing around, she could snap you like a twig. She quickly spun you around and threw you against the workbench, sending mechanical limbs and tools clattering to the floor.
“This place is mine. These animatronics are mine. You’re mine too.”
She stepped over to you, her hooded black eyes trained on you. You couldn’t argue with that.
She began to place her cold, jagged teeth on your ear. There was no warm breath to go along with it, just metal on meat.
With her hook sunk into the table she used her other hand to explore your body, starting above the knee and tracing her fingers up and around to your side. You knew already what you wanted her to touch but she was in control now. You suppressed the urge to thrust your hips and try to lead her hand to your cock, instead moving your hands to her waist. It was cold to the touch, but smooth and had a slightly rubberised feel.
The nibbles began to move down to your neck, sending tingles through your entire body. Your cock began to rise up, pressing against your jeans and onto Lolbit’s body. She let out an agreeing moan and began to slowly grind against it, her hands moving over your chest and cupping your face.
“I want to see what I was missing out on. It gets so lonely here. So quiet. So cold.” She whispered as she began to unbutton your jeans.
“But you – you’re so warm. So… alive. I need it.”
Her small hands gripped your dick, running up and down its length. She pulled herself back off the table and smirked at you as she kneeled down, licking her way from your balls to the tip of your shaft, paying close attention to the sensitive area around the base of your head. The feeling was amazing – you wondered if she’d had practice on the other animatronics.
She took the head of your cock into her mouth and began rocking forwards and backwards, her rubbery tits jiggling with each move. You could feel her tongue whipping around the tip of your dick, exploring every curve and bend.
She took your dick deeper still and you could feel the back of her throat, your penis bending to accommodate the shape of her neck and hitting the end of it. Unable to stop yourself, you gripped her ears and began to thrust harder and harder into her face.
Suddenly the Fox stopped and pulled back.
“I want more.” She said, standing back up and pulling herself onto the workbench.
“Blake, show me what you can do.” She ordered through her muffled speaker. Her legs raised up high, revealing her animatronic pussy already glistening wet.
Stepping out of your jeans and pulling the ends off your shoes, there was no time to untie them, you pulled her legs closer and yourself into position. Cupping a breast in one hand with your elbow under her leg you slid your dick inside in one easy movement; she was ready.
You could feel every groove and curve inside of her body as she squirted more juice onto your cock, her slick insides pulsing against your member as you humped her.
Each pump brought you closer and closer to the edge. You didn’t want this to end, though. You pulled her down and pushed her around, leaning her over the workbench and stuck your cock back in from behind. Her tail wafted in your face, and you gripped it to hold it still.
You smacked her ass nice and hard, with a satisfying slapping sound coming from it. Your legs slapped against her butt as you pounded her again and again. Suddenly you could feel your cock twitch and prostate bulge as you shot load after load of warm spunk inside her.
Alive and satisfied for another night, you pulled you cock out and jeans up.
It had been a number of months since your first appointment with Fazbear Entertainment. Night after night, nut after nut, you attended your duties for pennies on the dollar with fervour and loyalty. The brand recognised your talents and offered you a new position. Well, less offered you a new position, and more forcibly moved you to an entirely new location.
They’d quite nicely offered to put you up in a new home (a crusty, drafty old trailer that leaked every time it rained) and up your salary (by a few cents) to make up for the inconvenience. The location was at least an upgrade.
It was a grand place right off the highway near downtown. It had great access and a huge parking lot. While it was closed it was still lit up; a giant freddy statue leaned over the entrance offering a glittering slice of pizza in one hand and holding a strip of prize tickets.
You took your first steps up the stairway that led inside. The marble steps would last a thousand years, even if their bank balance didn’t. They went to town on this place; no wonder they couldn’t afford to pay you any more than they were offering.
You’d been given an entirely new keychain for this place and none of it was familiar to you. At the front door was a Yale lock which you undid with the small brass key you found on the chain and a keycard that you pressed on a little pad beside the door. Quite the upgrade for Fazbear.
And there it was – the dazzlingly beautiful entryway to the Freddy Fazbear Mega Pizza Plex. The flooring still had the familiar checkerboard pattern, though the tiles had a few more degrees of shine to them and reflected the 70s neon blue and pink lights that glowed from strips in the wall. There were 8 security gates which wouldn’t take much to jump over, but forced the traffic to stop and behold the giant golden Freddie singing into a microphone atop a plinth or the palm trees growing between the stairs, reflecting the obnoxious electric light that draped the room. Must be expensive to keep this place bright.
Everything was so new, so shiny. Quite the upgrade from your previous location, but you wondered how long it would last. It seemed the security room was near the entrance.
Everything was so much better, no leftover pizza and drinks, no sticky floors or squeaky chairs, and a tablet that you didn’t have to keep plugged in. It seemed you’d get notifications from different security systems anytime anything happened, too. That should make your life easier. The only problem was cursed animatronics. You’d had a look at the advertisements for the place and it seemed pretty cool. Freddy’s Kiss-style 70’s makeover suited him well, but there was a whole new addition to the Fazbear family that caught your eye. A female wolf, you’d heard the name Roxanne go by before, a subtle nod to the song ‘Roxanne’ by the Police.
You checked the different security camera feeds, getting a feel for the place and the layout before you began to have a wander to see the night through. No sign of any animatronics at all. Perhaps they’d all gone to service for the night? The place was due for its grand opening in the morning, so it made sense they wouldn’t be out yet necessarily.
You walked back out into the hallway and up the stairs with the palm trees, tablet in hand. You’d seen a room that looked like it was set up for Laser tag and figured that’d be a cool place to start. It was a neon room with cut-outs of all the Fazbear characters in space outfits, firing laser guns at one another. It all looked a lot of fun. The hall was made of tight corridors and long ranges to catch people moving between. High up in the centre of the room was a VIP section with a sparkling disco ball twirling around. You couldn’t access it from here, it had to be entered from the upper level, but you made note that you should check that out later.
Making a finger gun you rolled around the place, pretending to shoot your way through hoards of animatronic enemies. It was silly fun and passed the time. Your light hearted fun was cut short by a voice over the intercom. It sounded like an automated message at first, but why would it run at this time?
“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’m coming to find you!” By the sound of that voice it wasn’t clear if that was a promise or a threat. In case it was the latter, you’d already been seen. Whoever it was had already started making their way to you.
You hadn’t really been paying attention to where you were going and had gotten yourself a little lost. It wasn’t long until you heard padding paws approaching from the other side of one of the neon separators that made up the maze walls in the distance. The only option was to run away from them. It may not be the right direction, but it was a direction that offered more safety than towards it.
Panting, you found your way to a spiral staircase in the back of the room. You made your way up it as fast as your legs would take you, nearly tripping up as your muscles began to burn. Down between the dimly lit laser tag walls you could see her, Roxanne, with her long hair and green fringe, her glowing gold eyes piercing through the dark.
“I see you!” She called, getting down on all fours and sprinting towards you.
There was no time to waste. You made your way back in to the hall and took a look at the office, you still weren’t sure how the doors would work in a place like this. You hoped they’d gotten rid of the stupid system where they’d open back up when low on power, but didn’t count on it. You settled on the VIP room – there was only one way in and out, and with the narrow hall leading into it you could make it a great bottleneck.
Nearly slipping on the tiles, you sprinted down into a stairwell and practically jumped your way down before skidding into the VIP room and grabbing a palm tree lamp to defend yourself with. It was a little cumbersome for such a small place, but you had just enough room to swing it. ‘I hope they don’t take breakages out of my paycheck’ you thought to yourself for a moment, remembering your life was more important.
And so you waited. For a moment you began to wonder if it was all your imagination, but she finally appeared. She wore a smile on her face, and put one hand on her hip.
“You don’t make friends easily, huh?” she muttered, still striding up towards you. All sense of hostility seemed to fade and you loosened your grip on the lamp.
“Put that thing down, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m new here too, you know.”
Cautiously, you put the lamp back in its place. She was cute. Even if she was going to devour you, you felt… at ease with the idea.
“The name’s Blake. I just started working here as the night guard.”
“I’m Roxanne. I play in the band. It’s our debut gig tomorrow!”
You couldn’t help but eye up her curves. Her eyes were mesmerising too. After playing around with Funtime and Foxy, followed by Lolbit this felt like an upgrade for you too.
“I’ve met other animatronics like you. Not… other ones of you, but other Foxies, Freddies, they made you well.”
“Why thank you.” She smiled, coming to sit on the chair next to you. You decided you should sit too. “What’s this place all about?”
“Ah, well…” you said, scratching your head. “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.”
Roxanne laughed. “I have no idea what any of that meant.”
She stared into your eyes with a look of bemusement and intrigue. “You’re the first person I’ve seen.”
“People and animatronics are a little different, you’re made of… steel and plastic, we’re made of flesh and bone.” You made your move and held her hand in yours.
“You’re so warm.” She squeezed your hand. “And soft?”
“There are parts of me that aren’t so soft.” You felt torn as to whether you should be doing this, but the other animatronics were so receptive. You pulled your hand down to your pants to allow her hand to reach your throbbing dick.
Her face lit up with surprise. “Oho? What’s this?!”
“Why don’t you take a look for yourself?” You asked, placing your hand on her thigh. Unlike most of the other animatronics, they’d given her plush fur all over her body. It was soft and smooth, and felt a lot better than the rubber and plastic of other models.
She obliged and began to untie your jeans, rubbing and feeling. She didn’t have anything like this herself and had never experienced it before. You had a fantastic view of where you’d been before and the spiral staircase you’d ascended to hide from the wolf girl, but she really did just want a friend.
“What is that?” She asked, pulling your boxer shorts away from your penis to expose your turgid member.
“That’s my cock. You can have a lot of fun with that.” You grinned, egging her on.
She touched it and fondled it for a while, poking it and laughing at how it springed back.
“So what’s it supposed to do?” she asked having had her fill of fun.
“Why don’t you let me show you?” You said, sliding up to her on the sofa. Your face reached hers and you moved around to grasp her waist, pulling her in closer. You made out with her right there in the VIP room, washed in neon lights amid the darkness. Slowly you eeked your spare hand up her thigh and began to touch her pussy through her pair of studded red shorts.
She squeaked a little, having never felt anything down there before. She really was brand new.
It only took a few seconds before you felt the wetness coming through the shorts. She began to thrust against your hand instinctively, she didn’t even know she was doing it until it was too late.
You leaned her back onto the sofa, leading the way, and took off her panties and top to reveal every inch of her. Sure enough she had two perky nipples that were ready for attention, though what use an animatronic would have for those evaded you.
Deciding you’d see if they were functional or not you leaned down to give one a suck, flicking it with your tongue before cupping your mouth around it and sucking hard.
With the way that she writhed under your control it was a definite yes. Your fingers got back to work teasing her clit, rubbing her slick fur-covered hole. Her tail wagged beneath you happily.
“I’ll show you what you’re missing out on.” You groaned with a mouth full of titty.
Her cunt was dripping yet and ready to receive you. Gripping the base of your cock you angled it at the bottom of the slit and grinded your hips in a circular motion, pushing your girth up and down her vagina and poking her clit with your glans. The warm liquid oozing out of her and her tight lips against your dick felt good enough, but you knew there was more to be had. Gripping onto the inside of her thighs, you pushed your dick in with one smooth motion. Teasing her, you pulled back out slowly and paused before making the same movement back in.
“Argh… that feels amazing!” she squeaked from under you, closing her eyes and focusing on the feeling of it. “It’s so big inside of me!”
Still you teased, waiting to give her the full treatment.
“Faster… please faster.” She moaned, wanting more.
You leant over forwards to grip a nipple between your teeth and began to move your hips with greater speed, pounding away at her pussy. The slapping sound of your balls hitting her wet ass bounced off the walls and her moans echoed off the glass. Neon lights and flashes from the discoball danced around the room, but all of your focus was on her crumpled face deep in ecstasy.
“Look at me while I fuck you.” You commanded. Cautiously she obliged, opening her eyes halfway while her mouth hung wide.
You stared right into her golden eyes that twinkled, pounding her into the sofa. Both of you screamed and panted as you split her open and widened her, her quivering pussy tightening around your cock as she felt the full length destroying her insides.
Again that familiar feeling as your dick hardened to its maximum and your prostate pushed out semen inside the animatronic. You pulled out of her and panted deeply, smiling.
This job was going to be great after all.