It’d been a few weeks since you’d started at the new location of Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex, the shining 80s neon bastion of cheese, fun and animatronics. By this time you’d managed to familiarise yourself with the location, getting to know the different keys and quickest ways around the tunnels and stairs. There was a convenient fire door that you’d missed before when trying to run from Roxanne that led right upstairs opposite the security room, but you wouldn’t be needing to escape from her anymore. You’d managed to meet Glamrock Freddy, Chica, Montgomery Gator, and the Moon & Sun animatronics. Freddy and Chica were separate entities from the ones you’d met before; they didn’t know you and seemed to be pretty new themselves. The other animatronics had years of dilapidation and neglect, budget cuts and sticky fingers that had worn them down. These were shiny and new, with so much to learn and surprisingly little homicidal instinct.
They didn’t seem to remember much of their activities during the day. Their free will was restricted to the night time when left to roam alone. The songs and dances, the games and hijinks were all like a waking dream to them, dissociated and real. You found a fascination with their condition, and wondered if they could be considered life all of their own accord. Whoever made them had made them well; a little too well. You’d spent your time chatting with them at night, hearing about what went on during the day (what they remembered of it) and playing a few of the arcade games with them. It was like being paid to hang out with friends – a very nice job indeed.
Roxanne was the first of the new animatronics you’d met, and she’d quickly become close with you. The others didn’t even seem particularly jealous, though you weren’t sure if they were even able to comprehend such an abstract concept. You’d spent your time getting to know her better, and learning about how the animatronics work from their own standpoint. She explained how she’d never actually taken the time to learn how to play the Keytar, she just knew how since she woke up for the first time. Inside her were certain concepts and understandings, but there was a whole lot of stuff missing that any human would know. She wasn’t human after all, so that was reasonable to expect.
The staff at the pizzaplex turned off the arcade games at night, but you’d end up turning them back on one at a time and play the games together. She didn’t know how most of them worked; she had no reason to. Teaching her how to shoot hoops for tickets and play skee ball was fun, though Roxanne didn’t seem particularly great at aiming. When you got hungry you decided to open up the kitchen and rustle through, you were sure they wouldn’t notice a little bit missing. Being animatronic, none of them needed to eat with you but you’d hang out in the kitchen cracking jokes and telling them stories of the human world outside of their building.
“Blake?” Roxanne called out from an arcade machine further down from you. “Want to try this one?”
She stood before a two player racing arcade game with plastic racing seats that would destroy your pelvis if you played any more than a single game at a time.
“Do you know how to do it?” you asked her. She’d never even left the building, so you doubted her driving abilities.
“You can show me!” she smiled, hopping into the seat, putting a paw on each of the child-size pedals. You joined her in the player 2 seat, sinking into the black and red plastic flame-decaled chair and gripping the rubberised steering wheel. It even had a manual gearbox option, but you didn’t really know how to do that yourself. Automatic would be fine.
“Ok, so those two pedals on your feet? One is to go, the other is to stop.” You explained, pointing down. She began to try it out, looking down at her paws and pressing the pedals repeatedly.
“And this thing?” She asked, turning to you and gripping the wheel.
“That’s how you steer. Try not to hit anything.”
You had a bit of loose change lying around, but you didn’t have a key for the machines to be able to make it freeplay. Sinking your money back into your workplace, you threw a few coins in the slot and began to navigate the menus. Looking over at her screen, you could see she was a few menus back. Having picked your car and the track, you pointed to her screen and showed her how to get through.
The announcer began the countdown and you drove off the start line. Roxanne stayed put, and quickly began to get flustered when the other cars began to move but she didn’t.
“Press the gas! Your foot!” you directed her, and she began to roll off the line. Maybe this wouldn’t be the game for her. You doubted she’d be any good at a fighting game, but you had something else in mind. Sure enough she managed to lose, dead last. Having crashed into a few barriers and not learned how to control the vehicle quick enough, you decided it would be time for a different game. You managed to come in first, and this particular machine took a photo of players that’d managed to get a high score. Ordinarily you wouldn’t have been particularly fantastic at racing games, but there you were on the high score since the machine was brand new. Rank 8/10, but you still surprised yourself. You had a brilliant idea.
“Roxanne, quick! Get over here.” You called, and she questioningly stood up and stood beside you to stare at your screen. “No, come sit here.”
She plopped down into your lap and leaned her head on you. With your foot ready on the pedal to confirm the picture, you leaned in to make sure you both fit in the frame.
“Smile!”
There was one flash for the camera to calibrate, and then a second to take the picture. As the second one flashed, you kissed Roxanne on the cheek while she smiled at the camera. Sly. She caught on quick and grinned at you with hooded eyes, throwing her arms around you and making out with you right in the seat.
“What games do you think I’ll like?” She asked finally. You knew one she’d like, and one that you’d get enjoyment out of too.
“Come, follow me.” You answered simply, taking her hand.
Before you sat a large machine with disco lights and two massive speakers. The screen made it look simple enough, but with enough colour and action on screen to be enticing. ‘Rock Rock Rebellion’ was plastered all over the thing, and it had arrows on the floor to press as buttons. You know exactly what this was, but it was still a foreign concept for her. She sidled up to it, not sure what to expect from the contraption.
“What is this thing?” she asked, staring it up and down.
“It’s a game where you dance. There are arrows on the screen, you match the arrows on the floor.” You explained, pointing between the screen and the floor.
“Oh!” She exclaimed. “I can do this one!”
Her ears pricked up and her tail began to swish from side to side as she clambered up onto the machine, tapping away at the buttons on the front. You put more money into this machine and let her pick a track. There were a few that she was familiar with, as they had loaded Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex brand songs from the franchise. She picked one and looked around to find you.
“You’re not dancing too?” she asked, her head cocked to the side.
“Dancing isn’t for me. I’ll just sit here and enjoy the view.” You replied. She turned back and started moving her feet a few seconds into the track.
You watched as her hair and ears swayed as she rocked from side to side. She seemed to be doing alright; she wasn’t missing many steps but this was different than her programmed dance routines. It wasn’t long before your eyes dropped to stare at her ass. Perfect curves formed a juicy rear that you wanted to smack or take a bite out of, you couldn’t decide which. Her lithe waist swooped down through her hips into her butt, and her slender toned legs pumped as she stepped to the beat.
The music faded from your mind as you stared harder and harder, eyeing her up and down with the perfect view. You didn’t even notice the track finish until she turned around to find you still staring at her.
“You really were enjoying the view, huh?” She laughed, winking at you. “That was a lot of fun!” She stepped off the machine and walked back over to you.
“I know something else fun that we could do.” You muttered, pulling her closer to you with an arm wrapped around her waist.
You took her through the shining hallways to your security office by the main gates, closing the door behind you. Screens hung from the wall with images of every nook and cranny in the place except for your own office. You had your own little sofa in the office and took her over to it. If she wasn’t here you’d probably just nap the night through on it and get paid for the pleasure of doing so.
You pushed her down onto the soft cushions and strode into the space you’d created. Towering over her now, you leaned in and held her head from the back of her neck, running your fingers through her roots and touching the base of her ears with the tips of your fingers.
You stared deep into her golden eyes, seeing a potent mixture of fear and excitement within them and met her lips with yours. You kissed her with intent and control, sliding your tongue into her mouth and exploring every space within its cavity. Leading with your eyes closed she followed suit and grabbed your sides instinctively, pulling you in closer to trace the lines of your body and sniff the unique musk wafting from you with an audible huff. You put an arm over her to the top of the couch and moved your torso above hers, parting her legs as you nestled your way in.
You brushed back her green bang into the rest of her hair and trailed your fingers down the side of her neck, paying extra attention to the soft parts under her ears. Trailing down you felt her collarbone, thin, but definitely made of metal underneath all that fur. Beneath that was a perfect pair of breasts hidden underneath her red tube top, but it only took a flick of your finger to move that aside and reach beneath to claim your prize.
Here you lingered, playing with her breasts and gauging her reactions as you enjoyed her, working on her enjoyment as you squeezed and tweaked. When you’d had your fill you moved further down, tracing the shapes of her body and following the curve down her side. You circled her prominent hips and grazed her soft thigh before moving your hand to the inside, deliberately skirting around her pussy. She knew exactly where you were going with this and she wanted it, you’d already made your mind up that she’d have to ask. Nicely.
The pressure within her was building now and she’d become far more sensitive to every slight touch, jerking and moaning under your fingers. When you felt like she’d had enough teasing you used a single finger to trace the outline of her opening through her red panties. Liquid soaked through and darkened the cloth in a line, and you knew she was suffering by having to wait. With one smooth motion you ripped her panties down her legs and over her paws, tossing them into the room but not even caring to see where. You had more important things to pay attention to.
As slowly as you could muster, you slid a finger down the length of her slit and covered your finger in warm juice from within her. Back up again, you circled her entrance and sent her wild with anticipation that you would enter and give her what she wanted, but you continued moving upwards back to her clit. Here she verbalised her frustration with an angry moan and began thrusting at your hand in defiance.
“Something wrong down there?” you muttered in her ear. She made some noises, but you couldn’t make out any words within them.
She’d had all she could take at this point, and you decided to relieve some of the pressure you’d build within her by giving her what she wanted. You lined up your index and ring fingers at her vagina and pushed them into her tight warmth slowly, not fast enough that she could really enjoy it but enough to make sure she’d want more. A lot more.
“Do it…” she begged under her heaving breath, looking at you with a desperate expression awash her face.
“Hmm? Do what?” you said, sliding your fingers in once more and grinning at her.
“Blake! Faster!” she shouted now. She couldn’t focus on words, but she needed to get across her point.
You began to comply. You started moving back and forth faster and faster until you reached a steady pace. She was so wet, so warm, and so tight. You could feel each groove and bump inside of her as her walls squeezed down on your fingers. Curling your fingers up to reach the roof of her walls she began to buckle and cry out in pleasure.
The smell of vagina filled the room; that sweet subtle scent that felt heavy on your nose. The repeated squelching noise grew louder as you worked harder, but was intermittently drowned out by her moans.
You’d decided now that she’d had enough fun. It was your turn. You kicked off your shoes and whipped down your jeans and underwear to reveal a pulsing cock. Your fingers were just the warmup for her, and whole she enjoyed that she was going to love this. You grabbed both of her ankles and lifted up her legs to give yourself the best angle that you could work with. Her tail swooshed from side to side between your legs happily.
You figured you could tease just a little more before getting what you wanted. Thrusting your hips you ground your turgid cock against her pussy, using your head to nudge her clit and tease her entrance once again. It was slick and offered little resistance, her folds pushing out the way as your dick drove a wedge between her pussy lips.
Finally you entered her. Inch by inch you teased once again, demanding that she focus on every last part of it. She wanted the whole thing and she wanted it right there and then, but you were determined to enjoy every second of it.
Thrusting inside her and picking up speed, you could feel her juice squirt out of her with no room left inside for it to be, dribbling down your balls as they slapped against her ass and leaving a kiss of warmth from her body.
She fit perfectly beneath you, and you fit perfectly inside her. Her breasts bounced wildly as you fucked her and her ears pinned themselves back.
Suddenly, with no warning whatsoever, the door to your office swung itself open with a loud noise. Both of you were startled; you sure as hell wouldn’t want a staff member to see you balls deep inside one of their animatronics. You stopped pumping just before you were going to reach the end. She had been so tight and wet that you were close already, but this ruined the whole thing.
Snapping your head back to see who’d just caught you in the act you saw a face you didn’t expect would ever be here.
One golden eye peered at you through the doorway, a hooked hand holding onto the door frame.
“Foxy?! What’re you doing here?” You stammered. How the hell did she even get here?
“I should ask you the same. Having fun without me, I see?”
There was no point covering yourself up. She’d seen it all anyway, and was in the process of seeing it all now. Foxy padded her way over to you step by step, removing the rags that bound her. It looked like she already had an idea of what she wanted.
“Blake, you up and left me, and now you’ve replaced me with a newer model? That won’t do.”
“Who’s that?” Roxanne whispered to you. Foxy managed to overhear.
“I’m Foxy. 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.” You replied for her.
“She’s cute, I like the … non-dishevelled look.” Foxy answered, waving a hook at her.
Without asking, she made her way over to join you. She lay on the sofa, legs already wide.
“Show me what you can do, new girl.”
You managed to reposition Roxanne so she was along the sofa, her butt up in the air and tail swishing away. You moved behind her to angle yourself too, grasping her tiny waist. It nearly fit entirely in your hands, and you wondered how everything worked with so little space.
Foxy placed a hand on Roxanne’s head, running her non-hooked hand through her hair and grabbing a clump of it to get control over her. She lowered her head down to her vagina and ordered her to begin.
“Lick. There’s a good girl.”
Meanwhile you started to get back to work, pounding your dick deep in her pussy, pounding your hips against her juicy ass. Her moans were muffled now from being deep in Foxy’s crotch, licking away at her juices and folds. You could feel just how excited she was by the way her insides pulsed and squeezed your dick, but now with Foxy here too you didn’t much feel like finishing too soon.
Roxanne began getting the hang of her task as she explored Foxy’s moist labia, working her tongue around her clit and flicking back and forth. Wanting a little more control over her yourself, you grabbed onto her bushy tail with one hand while you pounded her ass.
The smell and sounds were doubled now, with Foxy moaning beneath Roxanne and Roxanne squeaking and squeaking beneath you. You were all connected and all getting what you wanted, sharing an intimate moment together.
Unable to control it anymore, you bust wad after wad of sticky cum inside Roxanne and took a moment to breathe. Ordering them around quickly as not to waste any progress that you’d made, you repositioned so you were between Foxy’s legs and Roxanne sat above her.
This time it was Foxy’s turn to eat out Roxanne, and your job was to finish Foxy.
Foxy hadn’t been quite as wet as Roxanne, she’d been used to getting treated like this for a while. Expertly using your tongue you whipped her clitoris back and forth, lapping up her vagina juice to keep the entire area warm and supple.
Foxy expertly moaned and buckled around your mouth, humping and thrusting into your nose as she tried to get her fill all the while using her own talents on your new favourite animatronic. Roxanne could barely stand, her knees trembling beneath her and shuddering as Foxy hit the right spots on her body. She gripped a breast in one hand, playing with it herself to maximise her own pleasure.
Keeping a steady pace was the key to success, but you wanted to finish the job with a bang. You could feel Foxy’s legs begin to tremble as she got closer to the edge, and you began to pick up speed to make sure she got the most enjoyment out of your tongue that she could. Foxy followed you in this, bringing Roxanne deeper into her pleasure as she beat her clit with the sides of her tongue, rolling around and around over its tip.
Suddenly, Roxanne’s head tilted back and she squeaked out a few times with a staccato moan as she came. Her legs quaked uncontrollably now and she had to step back from Foxy on account of how intense the feelings were. You noticed and resolved to do the same, working as much stamina from your facial muscles as you could muster. Lick after lick after lick blended into a cyclone of tongue and liquid, and you could feel her entrance repeatedly tighten as she came under your prowess. As she rode out waves of pleasure, the tongue became too much and Foxy pushed your head away as she moaned and squirmed.
“Ah! I’ve missed that!” She cried out, wiping Roxanne’s juice from her muzzle. “I think you’ll do just fine here, kid. 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.”
Roxanne turned to you and whispered “Does she always talk like this?”