Baby Steps (LEWD)

Baby Steps

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  "Great job reaching Parts and Services, Circus Baby has been deactivated for some unknown reason, it's YOUR job to make sure she is structurally stable and secured to the conveyor, our technician will take it from-KSSSSH"

 For a second the Part-Timer thought an EMP had went off, a blast of painful distortion interrupting whatever HandUnit was going to say. Not that he was entirely paying attention, he was moving entirely on instinct at this point. After a night like last night, rational thought was a concept of the past, all he had left to hold onto was every individual second as it passed. That and his only hope in a dark facility, the smooth, cryptic-yet-curious whispers of the unseen Circus Baby.

 Or to this point, unseen. He was was shocked to find, facing him on the conveyor where he had dealt with the bear earlier, the lady who had been speaking with him the past few nights. First under the desk with her stage and no doubt Baby herself right behind him. Last night they spoke again. He was inside of her at the time, quite literally. The event quickly transformed into a nightmare- but that wasn't Baby's fault. No, that's not what he remembered the moment for, it was instead the brief moment when the two were alone. Before they wheeled the sadistic ballet dancer forward and he was confined inside of her. Her core was humming, insulating her insides. It was warm, and a dull vibration from the machine had its way dancing around his back, to his legs- radiating throughout him. Intimate.

  He didn't quite remember what Baby had said to him that night, his memory was off the past few nights, but whatever she had said, he was certain it was pleasant. Otherwise why would he remember that moment, looking through her eyes, so fondly?

 Yet here she was before him, and shock turned to a strange admiration as he did so. She... was a machine yes, but the line between organic and machine had grown so thin it was nonexistent since he began his work. It wasn't by intent, he had been crawling- the first sight he took of her had been of thick, milky white thighs (with a hint of silver gleam betraying the metallic/plaster material they were actually made of) in segments from her buckled knees, making their way up (fattening as they went) into Baby's far too short skirt. With just the tiniest nudge he'd be able to see everything-

	Above her generous thighs she was lain backwards in a sitting-up position, both arms spread open, thick coiled fingers holding a microphone in one hand, and nothing more than air in the other. Her red outfit was sculpted to fit her pale body, her slightly chubby tummy resting beneath two round, full breasts. Whether they were constructed of a more 'organic' gel or the same metal as the rest of her couldn't be found without further exploring the animatronic by hand. In any case, if Afton Robotics' goal was to create the most titillating robot they could- they damn sure succeeded, the Part-Timer mused to himself.

	His frazzled mind and raising temperature only cooled slightly when he realized Baby wasn't entirely there with him. Her face plate was partially open, revealing that she appeared to be short two ocular lenses. Her smile was still present past split lips, and even without those tell-tale signs of robotic life, she seemed very much alive. So he didn't find himself cursing or jumping when her voice met his ears.

  "Can you hear me... I'm p r e t e n d i n g? Remember how I said I could pretend? The cameras are watching... I must be careful not to move..."

  True to her word, she was as still as a statue, luckily the voice box situated between her bosom wouldn't give her away.

  "Something bad happened yesterday... Something bad always happens, I don't want it to happen again...." Words turned to sentences, and the Part-Timer listened in utter reverence, it was just like last night. She was speaking so simply, of 'goods' and 'bads' and 'bads inside', yet none of it seemed to leave a real marking on his mind, just that being caught in her spiel of words was enough to hypnotize the worker into a dreamlike state of listening.

	"... Will you help me? I want you to save what is good so the rest can be destroyed and never recovered. But you must be careful-" the rest faded into his dreamlike stupor. "You must remain calm... and listen to my voice..."

	The Part-Timer nodded dumbly, feeling his heartbeat slow, his body grow sluggish as he struggled to keep his eyes on Baby's sockets, to not openly fixate on her body splayed and exposed before him.

	"There is a button... on my cheek. You must find it, and press it."

	The Part-Timer's trance ended abruptly, though the warm sense of content lingered, almost hot running through his veins. He had decided many nights ago that he liked Circus Baby. There were many aspects of his life he disliked, but Circus Baby was good. Circus Baby was for trusting. The Part-Timer didn't like many things, so this said a lot of Circus Baby's character; that's what he'd say to himself when he'd get home each morning.

	Mini-flashlight grit between his teeth, he gazed over Baby's face, the glow of light reflecting in glistening bubbles across her lips, to her cheery red cheeks. He saw what he presumed to be an indication of a button above her right cheek, just barely. He carefully brought an exposed thumb to it.

	"Ah-"

	Baby's voice gave a slight hum under his touch, he felt her face-plates sink slightly tighter against her endo, before slowly easing the tension. It was the first time he'd gotten the chance to feel one of the robots here. The metal constructing them was coated with some sort of extremely thin substance to round off the material. She was cool to the touch, yet even splayed and stationary, her body slowly hummed with life.

	The Part-Timer realized he wasn't pushing a button, it was just a slight chip in the paint. He looked at her in confusion. He could have sworn he felt Baby's 'eyes' fall to the floor before the next response met his ears.

	"I'm... sorry," the voice seemed reluctant to continue, "-I was hoping you would take the hint, speaking bluntly would feel ..." Her mind needed a moment to surf for the correct term, "-Inappropriate, I was referring to... Well."

	Silence lingered in the air as Baby briefly scanned for some unseen threaten before making one quick movement, so fast a camera would struggle to capture it. Her legs, already spread, raised slightly as she eased back further onto the conveyor belt.

	Her thighs fed into her equally healthy hips, her skirt was propped up high enough for the Part-Timer to make out the round curves of her rump, exposed metal 'skin' was kept from showing whatever 'goods' she may or may not have had by a pair of extremely thin red panties that would have made Ballora blush.

	The Part-Timer's flashlight reflected the room off of Baby's ass, he could see himself gawking like an oaf on her body. Suddenly acutely self aware, he did his best to shut his jaw. He was about to ask if she was being serious- but like always, Circus Baby was a step ahead of him.

	"Yes, it's somewhere down there... Be careful, I may look 'offline' but I can still feel."

	If the blood wasn't flowing already, it certainly was now. Baby looked far too enticing to resist the 'invitation' after going-on five nights of robot Hell. He could swear he could hear her anticipation hissing from her chest-mounted voice box, raggedy simulated breathing-

	He wanted to be slow and gentle, but the air around the robot seemed charged like a magnet. He found himself whisked forward, hardly aware of himself climbing onto the conveyor, one arm gripping Baby's back for support. His hand found a nice smooth resting spot under her top along the curve of her upper back. He could feel plates tremble under his touch, hot against her cool form. Both inhaled at the same time as his other hand traced its way between her thighs-into the shadows beneath her exposing skirt. He couldn't resist grabbing a firm handful of Baby's ass. Her legs tightened, her knees clenching as his fingers gripped the half-metal, half-padded material. It gave in just enough for a nice, satisfying handful of the animatronic.

	"Oh! S-somewhere there..." She moaned, the Part-Timer clenched tighter, his jeans growing so tight it was cutting off circulation to his pulsing johnson. He grunted in affirmation, sliding his hand across trembling Baby's rump plate to the next, with every touch her prohibited grab zones would sink closer to her coil-rounded endoskeleton before releasing suddenly, like the steam of decades of repression were being burst from the cracks of her suit.

	By the time he had a firm squeeze of the other side of her ass, pressing her against the wall behind the conveyor belt to get the most exposed 'skin' to squeeze as possible- any thought of 'button hunting' was fading into the ether. Baby's panting was enough indication her mind was elsewhere too. His eyes fell from the ass he was groping to the thin panties slowly riding up, exposing the crack of her well-endowed rear end and the slight river-like indentation a little higher-

	He wanted to ask, but this was embarrassing for her. He could feel the tension rising off the machine, to have to answer directly would be too cruel to consider. Instead, all he could do is murmur a brief apology under his breath before sliding his hand forward, rubbing a thick index finger along where the fabric of where her sex should be lay. The fabric gave in, and unlike the rest of her, she was hot there. Very, very hot.

	Thick thighs clenched tight, but stopped before accidentally breaking his arm as Baby moaned, her jaw loosening slightly, failing miserably at upholding any image of 'paralysis'. The Part-Timer was struggling to retain any sense of composure, all he could do was eye her desperately for permission to keep going.

	"What do you... think, dummy? Oh-"

	He worked fast, taking little care for delicacy as he tore the weak fabric away. Her plated material ended at a small circular protrusion where her pussy was inserted into a cavity-like slot in her lower hips' endoskeleton. Her intimate lips were of a darker gray than her skin, aside from her clitoris which was such a vibrant pink it almost matched her cheeks. From where his fingers parted her lower lips, black lubricant began to leak from her artificial love hole. His fingers gripped in, feeling her inner walls- ridged and contracting around his fingers in rhythmic motions, and he could feel himself start to leak with Baby's cries. His fingers scratched along her back as Baby's hips bucked forward against his fingers.

	"So this is what it feels like- it's incredible... I suppose this isn't fair, is it?"

	The Part-Timer didn't respond, instead focusing on feeling Baby from inside, Baby was fighting to keep her sentences from dribbling together-

	"You want to f u c k m e, don't you?"

	The Part-Timer couldn't contain himself anymore, he could only nod vigorously, perspiration dotting his forehead, it wasn't the room, Baby was the one emitting the heat from her sensual core. It was murder on his loins.

	"I want to f u c k you as well, but... They'll see us... I wasn't lying about the cameras, we must be careful, subtle. This will have to do."

	Before he could question, Baby moved again, so fast it was a second too late he registered her thick, rounded fingers had gripped the button of his pants and in a show of delicate concern he didn't think a robot capable of, had undid the button and unzipped him. In the same movement she pulled his underwear down just enough for his gorged, love-starved member to stand rigid from atop the elastic of his boxers. Creamy pre had made its way slowly down the head of his cock. Baby's head tilted a centimeter, curious yet satisfied.

	"I'm surprised you're so receptive to me. It's... nice. Nice behavior should be rewarded..."

	He kept his fingers, two of them, inside her to the hilt to keep her on edge and beyond that for anywhere to hold for his own security as three round fingers clenched around his manhood. She kept her pinky up, even with the massive difference in size between the two she looked positively dainty with a dick in her hand. Her thumb had the busywork, she was smearing his pre around the head, rubbing firmly where the nerves were most sensitive to pry more out, using his own pre to lube up her fingers and palm. The red ball-like extension of her palm was far softer than the rest of her body, he had to struggle from moaning with too much force whenever it was rub and push against him.

	"Keep going. Please. I'll take good care of you." Baby urged, legs trembling in anticipation.

	He obliged, breath shaky, sinking a third finger inside of her, sinking deep into her lovehole, and pulling out with fingers slick with her cum. She was nearly vibrating with each sudden movement, and in turn her hands would grip his rod all the tighter to the point of nearly hurting.

	Then the pleasure came, the plates of her fingers began to undulate, one by one, slowly as her hand worked its way to the base of his fuzzy shaft all the way to the head where her palm danced playfully around his tip, releasing more pre before gripping tight again- He moaned. It wasn't the manly sort of moan for that matter, but he couldn't help himself. Baby did something he never heard her do before, she laughed. It was brief, and held a strange melancholy to it like her normal voice.

	"I'm glad we can both... enjoy each other like this." She sighed pleasantly, catching him off guard as the noise of servos revving started and she started pumping- 1, 2-4-8, his thighs trembled and risked collapse, oh God, she was pumping so quickly. She was practically milking him at this point and there was no chance in Hell she was going to slow down. That tiny, barely-audible mischievous giggle guaranteed it. All he could do was dig his fingers deeper inside of her, fucking her with all the force his sex-rattled mind could muster. His hand had made its way around her back to under the front of her red shirt- he wasn't surprised to find thick, plush nipples at the end of her breast, which he gripped with all the force he could muster.

	He did all he could to try and clench his balls, grit his teeth, anything to try and forego his own inevitable orgasm, he wanted to cum together with the only friendly face he'd known since well...

	"Don't restrain yourself. We'll finish together no matter what." Her calm voice came in contrast to the whiny moans and gasps she was emitting otherwise. Her voice had an edge of its own, working in conjunction with her incredible fingers to send electric waves down his gut to the tip of his cock, each little rivulet of pleasure screaming the same mantra over and over in Baby's hypnotic voice, 'cum.', 'cum now.'.

	He cursed, maybe he cursed a lot as he dug four fingers into Baby's sex one last time, feeling her clench against him, the plates of her hip seemed to tremble with a will all their own. He couldn't take much notice as his head went light, teeth clenched as Baby finished her work with one final tight squeeze and release- on her easing off of his shaft it all came at once. Thick strands of creamy white, the sort of breath-snatching relief only a man under such extreme stress as the Part-Timer could know whisking any thoughts or concerns he had away- his chest was pounding as he came. Cum spurted, drizzling in musky lines across Baby's arm, her chest... down to her belly- his seed warming her cold body. Cold minus the increasingly hot lubrication spilling from her sex as her ass ground forward, taking him up to the knuckles as Baby came for the first time in- Oh, even her memory banks couldn't recall.

	The Part-Timer couldn't handle it, the intense pain and stress of the past few nights and the intense love and satisfaction of now.

	He passed out, his head falling limp onto Baby's shoulder. Baby, eyeless, could still detect what had happened. She could hear a hive minded voice urging her to do what she was meant to do. The human was drooling slightly onto her shoulder, snoring. Vulnerable. Baby was still collecting her breath, that dope- he'd passed out with two fingers still... inside... her.

	The thought sparked something inside of her she couldn't quite recognize. She was sure there was a word for it. But that had to wait, there was the immediate task at hand- the hive mind reminded.

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	"No. I'm keeping this one."

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	Later.

	"And then just because he got her rocks off, she just stiffed Us! Can you believe that shit!? Just let his dope ass go! We worked all week on this!!" Ennard cried out in fury, nearly spilling his beer. William Afton, maybe Child Killer, but Design Executive for now, brushed his messy black hair out of his eyes.

	"I don't think 'got her rocks off' works with girls ya cunt, 'rocks' refers to bloody testicles in that fuggin' expression."

	"Oh fuck you, what do you know. This is what, the third schism in the timeline you've caused now? Fuck you too, Afton. Fuck this whole goddamn continuity."

	"Hey, if you're going to ditch- don't you dare take the goddamn beer- Oh. Goddamn robot cunts, I swear on me-"

	It was a quiet night at Afton's office that night.

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