fnaf vre

It was my first day at the job and shit was it a drag. Ever since my parents kicked me out on my ass two years back I've been drifting looking for one stable job. Nobody would take the kid, fresh from college with no degree or grades to his name; no money either. That was until last night when the owner of the local Freddy Fazbear's approached me on the street with an offer. it payed, barely, but I got to sleep in the security room during daytime working hours while I got the nightwatch. I didn't really understand why some shitty pizzachain would need a nightwatch at first, I thought the animatronics were worth some good money or something.

So like I said it was my first day at the job and it was a drag. I had been sitting for two hours in the sec room, flicking through the cameras,  the highlight being a ten minute light switch flicking. That's when I noticed it, one of the mascots was missing from the main stage. I did a quick flick through the cameras before switching back to main stage, the mascot still missing. I knew it was some prank they played on new watchmen but I still felt kinda uneasy about the dim flickering screen before me. Still I wasnt going to check it out, I had strict instructions to stay in the sec room, hell they probably had a camera pointed on me anyway.

That's when the banging started, clanking footsteps. I threw up the screen and flicked through the cameras, one by one they showed nothing, the stage still with its absentee. Then I pulled up camera 4a, and a feeling of dread washed over me. There she was standing dead in the hallway staring directly into the lens.
Chica the Chicken was one of the more unsettling designs of the mainstage. I swear she was the least "kid-friendly" mascot you could think of, with obscene, almost sexually defined curves. They even built in an alluring chest, barely covered by the frills of that stained skimpy apron. There she stood, a few meters from the camera staring right at me with those flirtatious eyes, slightly closed in a seductive gaze.
It had to be a prank, I kept flicking back and forth to the mainstage and the other cameras, hoping i could catch a glimpse of some prankster running back to move the animatronics. what i saw when I returned to 4a was far worse.
She was gone.

I slammed the laptop down, activating the door locks, my heart pounding at my chest. But not as hard as the pounding almost seconds later at the sec room door.
I jumped back into the corner, the pounding growing harder and louder, the heavy security door vibrating from each blow. Just as I was about to grab the phone and call the police the pounding was silenced. I pulled myself up, cautiously supporting myself on the table as I slowly reached for the lightswitch, turning it on.
Chica was illuminated in all her terrifying glory in the reinforced window, her eyes staring into mine with the most soulcrushing predatory gaze. I felt as if I was nothing but a cornered filthy prey cornered by a fearsome dominating predator about to make a meal of it. Exactly why I had a rock hard erection was anyone's guess.

Seconds felt like hours as I looked into her ravenous eyes. Then I saw her judder to life, an unnatural jerking, flowing into smooth almost organic movements. She pushed herself into the glass, her heaving chest pressing fiercely into the glass, spreading over the pane and filling my mind with the most perverted thoughts. Her eyes never leaving mine, she knowingly began to part her lips, strands of silky saliva hung between them, dripping onto her now shuddeing chest. Her maw grew wider and wider, until I could stare deep down a gruesome thick fleshy gullet, no sign of machine to be found. Her thick tongue began to work the glass, leaving her juicy mark on the window, trailing her way down to her massive tits, lifting one into her thick creamy mouth, suckling on its tip.

I cant remember pressing the door button, but I do remember her standing over me, an Amazoness of a body. She drew me deep into her breasts, a deep musky scent as I was massaged beneath her skimpy little apron. Her grip was firm , and her thick body wrapped around me, as her robotic voicebox sprung into action, letting out a digital growl.
"remove those clothes, where is your suit?"
I was in a trance as I mumbled something incoherent, slowly stripping down to nothing. She again purred down at me,
"No suit? I guess we'll have to put you in the next best thing"
Her dirty eyes came level to mine as she leaned over and whispered into my ear.
"Lets Eat!"

Like before her beak began to part, the humid musk grew stronger as I was pulled into her ravenous dripping maw. I felt that thick tongue lap my face, tasting each inch of my filthy body. Her breath was as hot as ember but the enveloping flesh of her throat even hotter. I felt constricted in her throat, an incredibly slow journey with my face parting a slimy route deeper and deeper inside. It took almost an hour for her tongue to finally reach my feet as the last of my body was engulfed by the boiling fat folds of her esophagus. Each gulp rippling over my skin and pulling me deeper inside.

I could hear mechanical whirs and clicks as I parted her stomach opening, her body making room for such a large filthy meal. I was squeezed into a writhing growling stomach, juicy folds slipping between my arms and legs, growing tighter and tighter again as they engorged around me. I can hear her stumbling back to her perch on the stage, as her belly grumbles at me. Finally she returns to position, her middle noticeably wider than before as I writhe in bliss inside.

before she reverts to her daytime state she tells me she'll let me out tomorrow night, our games are only beginning and its a certain fox's turn next.