[LEWD] Crumbling Wet Dreams

Michael huffed as he crawled out of the vent and stood up. No matter how many times he'd go through them, they were far too cramped to be considered comfortable. Ballora's Gallery was as dark as always. Silent, too, although with how annoying HandUnit typically was that could be considered a blessing.

Michael crept through the Gallery, more out of respect for the silence already present than for any actual need. HandUnit had been offline when he'd gotten to work that night; something about mandatory maintenance. The guard adjusted the toolkit attached to his belt as he thought back to the sheet of paper that'd given him his instructions in HandUnit's place.

All of the animatronics had been rented out for a massive party. All except Ballora, that is, who needed some serious fixing up. Apparently the Minireenas had been working on their own solo routine and were excited to try it out, which was the only reason this place wasn't swarming with them tonight.

At last Michael arrived at the Gallery's stage. The dim lights lining the edges of it offered the only illumination in the dark room. The Gallery's main attraction sat on the stage, reclining against the archway. Luckily Ballora's body was at the perfect height for repairs, so Michael didn't have to stoop low or get on his toes.

The sheet of paper had all of the repairs written down on it, so Michael brought the crumpled up page out of his pocket. It truly was an extensive list: Malfunctioning voicebox; unstable ankles; loose pelvic plate; stuck eyelids; messed up collision sensor. The biggest issue, and the one that finally got the board to get someone -- even if that person was Michael -- to fix her up, was a problem with Ballora's internal battery. Until that got replaced she wouldn't even turn on.

Really, the only reason Michael was doing the other repairs was because his bosses figured they might as well get worked on while he was there.

The most important item on the docket was replacing the battery, so Michael rolled up his sleeves and got to work on that one first. New battery in hand, he consulted the schematics he'd been given.

"Alright Ballora," he muttered to himself as he scanned the paper. "Where's your battery kept?"

In the brain, as it turned out. It was probably more appropriate to be in the heart, but Michael wasn't going to question it. Questioning his father's dumb ideas usually never resulted in a satisfactory response.

Strange design choices notwithstanding, it was quick and simple to replace the battery. A small button hidden in Ballora's 'hair' popped her face open, and then a small flick of the wrist had the old battery out and the new one in. In short order it was done. Michael had even applied some mechanical lubricant to the animatronic's eyelids so that they'd stop sticking closed.

With a noise that sounded suspiciously like a dial-up modem, Ballora was powered back on. Pneumatic hisses came from each of her joints, lights flashed behind closed eyes, and a short jingle played. Then, Ballora stiffened up and opened her eyes.

The animatronic's gaze roamed the room for a split second until it landed on Michael. Her eyes locked onto his, and her mouth opened to speak. "Pkh'ZZZch! Scttcthnshck!"

Michael winced and stuck a finger in his ear. Yep, her voicebox wasn't working alright. Maybe that'd be the next place to start. With Ballora watching him, the guard made a quick check of the blueprints once more to figure out how to access her voicebox.

Michael finally found it, and his heart sank. He looked at Ballora, lounging on the stage and looking back at him with interest. Then he looked back at the schematics. He sighed and steeled himself. The voicebox was part of the esophagus, he admitted, so in a way it made sense for the entrance to be in the chest.

"But why'd the access button have to be hidden in the goddamn breasts?" Michael asked the ceiling. He was going to find his father after this.

Michael cautiously approached Ballora, who seemed amused at the situation. He gulped and pulled a bit at his collar. "Now Ballora, I'm just going to... touch you a bit. Just so I can reach your voicebox and fix it up." The ballerina gestured for him to go ahead.

Michael's hands sunk into artificial flesh of Ballora's chest. His ears burned while he groped and squeezed, searching for the switch he had to press. Why did they have to be so lifelike? He felt a couple of raised bumps against his palms. The schematics hadn't mentioned two buttons, but they also hadn't mentioned where in the two globes the switch was, so he figured it wasn't out of the question. Pushing past his hesitation, Michael forcefully pressed his thumbs into the bumps.

"Mmm," Ballora moaned appreciatively.

Michael's cheeks were stained red as he looked down and realized just what it was he was pressing. Great, so underneath the cloth was...

The guard shook his head. Don't even bother thinking about it. This is just a routine maintenance, he told himself. It's normal. Michael repeated this to himself over and over again, the mantra bouncing around in his mind until it forced him into a zen-like state. He continued kneading the soft globes filling up his hands. Ballora continued to show how much she enjoyed it with soft moans and gasps.

A hand on Michael's wrist brought him out of his meditation. Ballora was looking directly at him with lidded eyes. When she saw that she had his attention, the animatronic grabbed the schematics sticking out of his pocket and pointed at the section on exposing her voicebox. Then she mimed pressing and twisting and pulling. She repeated this process a few times, and a long, blue fingernail tapped at a note on the blueprints that Michael had missed.

Michael took the schematics back and read what she'd pointed out to him. "Warning," he muttered, eyes speeding over it. "The switches here sometimes stick. You'll need to wiggle them a bit if they don't work the first time." Michael's mouth suddenly felt very dry. He looked back up at Ballora, who cocked an eyebrow at him. "You're kidding me. It really was the...?"

Ballora's hands came up to the cloth covering her chest. Then she slowly dragged it up and off of her, fully exposing herself to Michael. Two massive, pale white breasts stared proudly back at the guard, and each one was tipped with blue nipples. Michael gulped, and prepared himself mentally.

Shaking hands came up to the breasts, and firmly grabbed hold of them. Michael's thumbs gently rolled over the pebbled nipples before he pinched them lightly and twisted. Ballora moaned once more, and when one of her legs came up to rub at Michael's it was enough to short-circuit his brain. Michael repeated his actions, twisting and pulling and pressing. Desperate to get it to work, his fevered mind even tried groping the surrounding flesh in the hopes that it would unstick the buttons faster.

After a few minutes of kneading and rolling and massaging Ballora's chest, the buttons finally became unstuck. The animatronic jolted straight and sat still as a statue when her chest explosively split apart at invisible seams. Michael jumped back and yelped, not expecting it at all. He put a hand to his chest to calm his racing heart and took deep breaths. Professionalism, he reminded himself, is important. It's just a routine maintenance. Don't go crazy and forget why you're here.

Now calmer and thinking straight -- or so he liked to tell himself -- Michael approached Ballora once more and inspected her open torso. It was a labyrinth of metal and circuitry, and nestled somewhere in there was Ballora's voicebox. Michael resigned himself to the long haul. This would definitely take a while.

As it turned out, "a while" was nearly two hours. Michael hadn't gone into work that day expecting a crash course in electrical engineering, but he'd gotten it. He'd even been forced to head across the Gallery to the Breaker Room and retrieve some manuals just so that he'd know what he was doing. There was no chance in hell he'd be getting his pay docked for something stupid, not again. The sheer amount of work and information was even enough to take his mind off of the events from earlier.

When Michael finally finished he stepped back and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He could honestly say that he was proud of his work, a first at this job. Now he was no longer distracted, though, and his eyes drifted to Ballora's still exposed breasts. Sure they were on opposite sides of her torso from each other now, but in a way they were still alluring.

The other items on the list of scheduled repairs were all simple fixes. Michael decided to go ahead and get them out of the way while Ballora was powered down. Just a few tightened screws in her ankles made them stable again, and the collision detectors in her knees only needed a bit of readjusting.

The last fix, the loose pelvic plate, called for the wrench. Michael pulled it out of his pocket and knelt down to tighten the bolts under Ballora's tutu. They were incredibly loose, just barely hanging on. Michael reached out to wiggle the plate to see just how loose it was, and the plate popped completely off. The bolts bounced onto the floor and scattered, while Mike stared with wide eyes.

Oh, well that was interesting. What was that doing attached to a children's entertainer?

Michael scrambled to pick up the bolts and got to work reattaching the plate. He didn't see anything. Not at all. There was definitely not something very age-inappropriate hidden beneath Ballora's tutu, and even if there was there was no way he'd know about it. No sir, no way at all.

When Ballora was finally fully fixed up Michael pressed her nipples and closed her torso back up. The two sides swung back together with more force than was probably safe, and Ballora powered back on. Her eyes glowed as she stared amused at Michael.

"You have my thanks," the animatronic said. Michael coughed and averted his eyes. Ballora still hadn't covered her chest.

"Uhh, you're welcome, I guess. It's all part of the job." His eyes bounced around the room, looking at everything but the animatronic in front of him. The lack of attention was why he failed to notice Ballora standing up and taking a couple of short steps up to him. The ballerina stepped quietly and moved with grace, and her hand rose to physically direct Michael's attention back to her.

Michael very pointedly avoided staring at the blue things looking him in the eye and instead aimed his gaze up. A smile was on Ballora's lips, and the animatronic quickly tilted her head down and captured Michael's lips.

Michael froze. He could feel Ballora's sharp teeth pressing against his lips, and when he parted them in response the animatronic's tongue slipped into his mouth and explored. The guard felt weak in the knees. Ballora's tongue briefly wrestled against his and dominated it, then rubbed against his back teeth, his cheeks, and the roof of his mouth. The ballerina broke apart from Michael after throughly claiming his mouth as her own, and with all the grace expected of her station spun him over to the stage and gently but insistently pushed his shoulders down until he was seated.

Ballora draped a hand over her mouth and laughed. "You seem rather pitiful right now." It was true. Michael stared up at Ballora, eyes wides and lips swollen. The animatronic merely grinned predatorily down at him. "Would you please remove your pants."

"Yes, ma'am." It was a command, not a request. Michael followed it, not entirely sure why. It was only when he unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers that he realized how achingly hard he was. He hunched over awkwardly, embarrassed. Ballora simply chuckled.

"Now then. You've done such a good job at repairing me," Ballora dragged her syllables out out, a teasing lilt added to them. "But I've got one more problem that needs fixing." Much emphasis was placed on the 'needs'. "Let's see if you're up for the job, shall we?"

Ballora reached behind her back. Michael presumed she undid a latch, as her tutu and pelvis fell away to the floor with a clatter. There it was, the thing Michael had definitely not seen earlier. Ballora's mound was as white as the rest of her, but when she spread her lips Michael could see that her insides were a strong blue.

Ballora moved over Michael's lap. A bead of artificial lubricant ran down her thigh while she rubbed his equally leaking tip against herself. Once she found Michael's cockhead suitably lubricated, she sat down. Michael hissed. Ballora's pussy sunk down on him inch by maddening inch. Upon fully engulfing Michael's shaft, Ballora stayed still and savored the feeling of being full. "Try not to pop too early and disappoint me." Then she began vibrating.

Michael groaned and jerked his hips upward. Ballora immediately set a fast pace, rocking her hips up and down. Michael met her in the middle every time, thrusting in time with the rhythm Ballora had set. Her passage was tight and textured to an inhuman degree. The bumps, grooves, and ridges which clung to him seemed designed to bring as much pleasure as possible. At this point, he wouldn't doubt if it were true.

Ballora slammed her hips down particularly hard and put her entire weight on Michael, pinning him down and keeping his hips from moving. Then she moved in small circles, grinding her blue clit against Michael while he was fully buried inside of her. She grabbed the back of Michael's head and forced it forwards, smothering his face in her breasts.

"You seemed to quite enjoy playing with these earlier," Ballora said. "Why don't you take this opportunity to truly worship them?"

Michael obliged. His hands came up to knead at them once more, the orbs so large and soft that they overflowed between his fingers. Then he opened his mouth and took one of the ballerina's nipples inside, closing his eyes and gently suckling from it. Ballora soothingly ran her fingers through his hair and moaned. She stopped the movement of her hips, staying completely still and opting instead to revel in the feeling of Michael's attentive mouth and hands and the way he so deliciously filled her up.

Michael whined into Ballora's tit when she stopped riding him, and the ballerina smirked. The guard whimpered and squirmed beneath her, desperately trying to create friction. The animatronic above him was too heavy, though. Ballora rubbed his back, delighting in Michael's desperation, but eventually took pity on him.

Once her hips began to move again, Ballora pulled Michael away from her breasts and tilted his chin up. She held his mouth open and leaned over him, sticking her tongue out until it was dangling inches above his open mouth. Slowly picking up the pace of her hips, Ballora drooled artificial saliva directly into Michael's mouth. Then she swooped down and kissed him, immediately shoving her tongue inside. Michael was submissive, allowing Ballora to do as she wished with him.

Ballora could feel Michael's cock begin to swell inside of her, and she broke off the kiss. She bounced up and down even faster, forcefully dragging an orgasm out of the man beneath her. Michael grunted, the pleasure too much for him to handle, and came. He sprayed Ballora's insides with shot after shot of his cum. For her part, Ballora simply sunk all the way down until her ass was resting on Michael's thighs. She could feel every contraction of his balls, every load get pumped into the deepest parts of her pussy.

Ballora hummed. "Adequate performance. Congratulations, you pass." Her smile grew sardonic. "I will now begin the post-intercourse refractory elimination massage. Please let me know if it becomes too intense."

Michael's muscles seized up. Although Ballora's walls had been vibrating since the very beginning, they had stepped it up a notch. Now it was overpowering, and the rumbling tormented his sensitive cock. He squirmed and kicked, but Ballora simply pulled him into a crushing hug to keep him from moving.

"Too much!" Michael cried into her breasts. "Too much!"

Ballora hummed again. "Objection noted. I shall inform the technician during the next scheduled maintenance of your response. Intensity will be changed at that time."

Michael flailed his limbs. The vibrations had not slowed down. If anything they had gotten even more powerful. Not only that, but they began to move up and down Ballora's passage in waves. Even though he remained fully buried within Ballora's pussy, it felt almost as though Ballora was riding him yet again.

Ballora tightened up. Her passage was rhythmically contracting now, and that in conjunction with the rumbling was enough to make Michael stiffen up. His sack tightened. A strangled gasp escaped his throat. He came again, this time even harder than before. Ballora's passage continued to milk his shaft, coaxing every last drop of cum out of him.

When at last Michael was spent Ballora removed his softening member and stood up. Creampie leaking down her thighs, the ballerina calmly reattached her pelvis plate and tutu. She shook her hips when she was done, feeling the hot load of cum sloshing around inside of her. She looked back at Michael, who's chest was heaving as he sucked in oxygen.

The animatronic walked over to the stage and sat down next to Michael. She pulled him towards her and rested his head on her thighs. She comforted him, running her fingers across his scalp. Then she began to sing. Michael, exhausted from what ended up being a maintenance session that was anything but routine, quickly lost the fight against his drowsiness. He fell asleep on Ballora's cold metal thighs.