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FNAF - Pizza Sauce (LEWD)

May 31st, 2015
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  1. "SHITSHITSHITSHIT!"
  2. >You fucked up.
  3. >You forgot to set your alarm, slept too long, and now it's-
  4. >12:25am.
  5. >Yep, you're boned.
  6. >Either you go inside and get killed because it's past 12, and the animatronics are sure to be on the move.
  7. >Or go back home, and get fired.
  8. >Bit of a double-edged blade for you, really. Or maybe a dildo really, considering you're going to be fucked either way.
  9. >Steeling yourself, you take a deep breath and open the door.
  10. >At first glance, everything seems fine.
  11. >No screeching metal animal zooming out of the darkness to rip you limb from limb.
  12. >Everything seems to be-
  13. >Wait.
  14. >Shit.
  15. >Chica's missing from the stage. Only Freddy and Bonnie remain, still in their normal poses.
  16. >You close the door and head towards the office, wanting to get behind some steel doors as quickly as possible.
  17. >Once you're out of range, the two animatronics turn to each other.
  18. >"He's late, Freddy."
  19. >"I know."
  20. >"What about-"
  21. >"Chica? He's screwed. Figuratively, and literally."
  22.  
  23. ....
  24.  
  25. >Well this is just fuckin' dandy.
  26. >Someone left pizza sauce all over the floor.
  27. >You stomp towards the office, each footstep now making a wet squelching sound as you walk through the sauce.
  28. >Still, at least you haven't been killed. Yet.
  29. >Sauce-covered shoes is a lot better than horrible, mangling death.
  30. >At least you still have the offic-
  31. "What."
  32. >Chica is sat in your chair. Bare-ass naked. Pizza sauce covering her crotch and nipples.
  33. >Before you can react, you are grabbed, a sauce-smeared hand clamped over your mouth.
  34. >She tosses you into the chair and mounts you, sitting atop your lap.
  35. >"Bad Mikey! You're late!"
  36. "MmMPH?!"
  37. >"You really weren't supposed to see this... Hmm... What should I do with you?"
  38. >Her other hand grabs at your zipper, fingers running expertly across your groin.
  39. >"You know..."
  40. >She leans in closely, her beak next to your right ear.
  41. >"I really like this sauce, but maybe I should try your sauce instead?"
  42. >In one swift motion, she unzips your pants.
  43. >Cold, metallic fingers fumble around inside your underwear, brushing against your member.
  44. >They grasp it, pulling your slowly-hardening cock out of the confines of your pants.
  45. >"Oooh! That's a big sauce bottle!"
  46. >Is she really doing what you think she's doing?
  47. >You throb, your sensitive tip rubbing against Chica's crotch, sauce dripping on your crotch.
  48. >Her other hand reaches down to her crotch, fingers working inside her.
  49. >"I think it's ready!"
  50. >Lining you up, she sinks down, taking you in with one movement.
  51. >A throaty groan escapes her throat, hands grasping your shoulders, fingers digging into your flesh.
  52. >"T-That's much better than those bottles!"
  53. >She starts pumping her hips down on you, moaning softly as she thrusts.
  54. >As much as you hate to admit it, you're starting to feel it.
  55. >She's too soft, too wet. The heat is incredibly, radiating through your penis and into your body.
  56. "F-Fuck.."
  57. >It's taking all of your willpower just to avoid exploding.
  58. >She grins at you. She knows you're close.
  59. >"Not yet, Mikey."
  60. >She ups the speed, pumping downwards at an incredible pace.
  61. >It's torture. As much as you don't want to cum, she isn't letting you.
  62. >Every time you almost tip over the edge, she changes pace, keeping you on the brink of orgasm.
  63. >"A-Almost... There..."
  64. >She slams her hips down on you at a frightening pace, gasping, tongue askew.
  65. >"Now!"
  66. >She finally let's it happen, grinding down on you as you explode.
  67. >You jolt inside her, firing ropes of cum, deep into her fluid tank.
  68. >Her hips shake, entire body juddering as waves of pleasure overload her processor.
  69. >Finally, she stands up, pulling herself off of you.
  70. >She grins and pushes you back, the chair bashing into the filing cabinet.
  71. >"This was fun, Mikey! This deal was so worth it!"
  72. "D-deal?"
  73. >"Oh, that's right, you don't know, do you?"
  74. >Leaning in, she grins right in your face.
  75. >"I made a little deal with Freddy and the others. See, I'm bored of the killing. I just want to have fun, and this?"
  76. >She pokes at your limp member.
  77. >"This is much better than suiting. Better put your game-face on, Mikey. One time won't satisfy me!"
  78. >Then she walks out, leaving you sat in the chair, splattered with sauce and lubricant.
  79. "Shit."
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