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