[LEWD] A Pleasant Nightmare

Pants and moans filled the bedroom. The smell of lust and sweat were heavy in the air. A woman sat upright in her bed, straddling a small, red plush. Her hips moved in small, tight circles. One hand came up to firmly grope her heaving chest. The woman pinched and twisted her nipples while she ground her throbbing clit into Foxy’s hard nose. Her breathing became more and more irregular as she quickly approached her peak.

The orgasm crashed over the woman like a tidal wave.  It left her trembling and shaking, and her moans turned to squeaks as it took her breath away. She slumped onto her side, both hands coming down behind the plush Foxy’s head to drive him even harder into her pussy. The woman rode the waves of her orgasm, unable to process anything other than pleasure.

It took a long time to come down from the pleasurable high. It took longer still to regain strength in her jelly-like limbs. The woman lazily rolled over in bed and grabbed a rag from her nightstand and used it to wipe the juices off of Foxy. She’d wash him tomorrow, she decided as she tossed him into her closet and slipped on a t-shirt and some panties.

The lights went out. Thoroughly and pleasantly exhausted from her activities, the woman was asleep almost as soon as her head touched her pillow. It was a sound, deep sleep. Yet, somehow, a quiet sound woke her back up.

Knocking was coming from her closet. It wasn’t loud, and it wasn’t constant. Regardless, it managed to pull the woman from her slumber. She looked around her bedroom confused, trying to figure out what woke her up. Then, after hearing the knocking she strained her ears to make sure it was her imagination.

The woman scowled. It sounded like a mouse bumping around in there. She reluctantly got out of bed, shivering a bit at the cool night air. Her closet was only a few steps away, and she grabbed the handle fully intending to give the rodent in there a piece of her mind.

It wasn’t a mouse.

A massive red animatronic, pieces of its costume missing and exposing the metal skeleton underneath, leaped out at her. The woman couldn’t even find time to scream before she was knocked to the floor and the breath was knocked out of her.

The animatronic pinned her to the bedroom floor by her shoulders with its massive hands. The woman looked up at it, terrified. It looked like Foxy. Yet, also not. Perverted, twisted, nightmarish.

This Nightmare Foxy glared down at her, a wide grin stretched across his face. He opened his jaw, showing off teeth sharp enough to make her cringe. A long tongue snaked its way out his mouth, dancing like a snake being charmed.  It caressed the woman’s face, licking her all over and leaving a slick black trail behind.

The woman shuddered. This was gross, and more importantly it was terrifying. Her brain, which had short-circuited upon her getting knocked down, started working again. She scrambled out from underneath Foxy and got up, bolting for the door. Nightmare Foxy was too quick, though, and he grabbed her with his sharp claws and threw her face-first onto the floor.

The fox was savage with her, and his claws tore her shirt to ribbons and drew red lines on the flesh underneath. She hissed in pain. The cuts burned like fire. She tried to get up again, but Foxy was ready for her this time. A large metal hand slammed her face back down onto the floor. She lay there, nearly hyperventilating, shirt shredded and lying on the floor a few feet away, ass up in the air and torso covered in scratches.

The feeling of something cold against her panties made the woman jolt. She turned her head as much as she could and looked behind her. Foxy’s nose was pressed against her crotch. The animatronic took deep, wild breathes. His eyes dilated. The fox’s mouth opened wide, and the woman cringed as Foxy tore her panties away with his teeth.

Nightmare Foxy’s hot breath played across the woman’s pussy. His tongue meandered out of his mouth again, and licked the woman’s core. She choked back a sob. It was hot and slick, and she was still sensitive from earlier. It writhed against her pussy, slathering it with dark drool.

Once Foxy found her suitably lubricated, or got tired of merely licking, he penetrated her without warning. His tongue went deep, and began to writhe. The woman squirmed from his ministrations. The tongue felt uncomfortable and foreign, yet it also felt oh so good.

Nightmare Foxy, noticing that his prey was receptive, went into overdrive. The woman felt more than heard a click from his jaw, and the tongue inside of her began to vibrate. A shocked moan spilled from her throat. Foxy’s tongue began to move in and out, thrusting into her as a lover would.

The tongue showed its worth after that. While the base of Foxy’s tongue continued thrusting, the half that was inside of the woman coiled and twisted around wildly. The writhing rubbed the walls of her passage, stimulating all sorts of spots she never even knew she had.

A familiar feeling was starting to build up in the woman’s pelvis. An orgasm was approaching, and as it the coil in her core wound tighter than it ever had she knew it’d be a big one. Foxy seemed to be able to tell it was coming, either from her quaking walls or the way her breath hitched and her moans increased. Either way, he worked even harder, trying to stimulate her as much as possible.

The tip of Foxy’s tongue curled, probing hard at every bump lining the woman’s passage. Every so often it would press at a bundle of nerves that had the woman seeing stars and made her forget how to breath. Whenever this happened, Foxy made sure to pay extra attention to that spot, pressing into it hard, massaging it, and allowing his vibrating tongue to put in some work.

When the pressure inside her released it did so explosively. The woman’s muscles spasmed and her senses went fuzzy. Her walls clenched around Foxy’s tongue, trying to milk a shaft that wasn’t there. Foxy refused to slow down, if anything speeding up, and the woman began to squirm and squeak and shout.

At last the woman’s orgasm ended, Foxy unable to prolong it any more. The animatronic withdrew his tongue from her, slowly and lazily stroking every spot that made her feel good. Her sensitive pussy quivered around him, and a shiver ran down her spine. When Nightmare Foxy’s tongue was fully withdrawn her hips collapsed and she lay unresponsive on the floor.

It was only the feeling of something pressing insistently into her lips that brought the woman out of her reverie. Her eyes focused on red fur in front of her. She tilted her head up only to see Foxy panting and trembling above her. Her gaze dropped. A large, angry red cock almost as large as her forearm was leveled at her face like a canon. It’s tip leaked and dripped even more than her pussy did.

It looked like Nightmare Foxy wanted her to return the favor.

Even though the woman held her lips shut, Foxy was insistent. He rubbed his large member all over her face in his excitement, slathering it with hot, slick pre. The stench of his cock, musty but like motor oil all at the same time, sunk into her skin and burned her nostrils. Nightmare Foxy whined. He finally backed off, leaving the woman feeling relieved.

That relief turned to fear when she noticed Nightmare Foxy eyeing up her rear. Like a flash she opened her mouth wide and darted forward. Like hell she would let that thing get near her pussy. The thought of it splitting her open, of ruining her, made her fearful. In the back of her mind she wondered and was even excited, but that part was suppressed ruthlessly.

Although her original target was his shaft, Foxy’s cock twitched and bounced away from her. Instead, the woman’s lips bumped against Foxy’s sack in an open-mouthed kiss. The animatronic jumped at the sudden feeling. Then, he ground his pelvis forward and humped at the air. The woman’s mouth stayed on his sack, planting light kisses all over it.

After a few kisses, the woman sucked one of Foxy’s balls into her mouth. It was large, almost to the point of being difficult to fit in her mouth, and while her tongue massaged it she could feel the hot load boiling inside of it. The woman switched to the other ball, lavishing it with just as much attention as she had the first. Then she planted a trail of kisses up his long length. One last kiss on his tip, and then she opened her mouth to accept it.

The feeling of her lips wrapped around his tip made Foxy give a pleased whine. At the edge of her vision she could see his tail swishing back and forth. She ignored it, though, and put her efforts towards pleasing the fox in her mouth.

At first his taste was unpleasant in a vague way, but the woman quickly grew used to it. She swallowed down the flood of pre that immediately pooled into her mouth. Then she suckled at his tip, her tongue probing at the opening there to coax more out. It burned her tongue and throat as it went down.

Nightmare Foxy interrupted her taste test, placing his clawed hand and hook on the back of her head and pushing. His cock immediately slipped further into her mouth, the animatronic too strong for her to struggle against. It reached the opening to her throat and encountered token resistance, but the woman felt a pop as her esophagus was breached.

Foxy continued to sink himself into her, deeper and deeper, until at last her nose was pressed flat against his base and his warm sack rested on her chin. Lights danced at the corners of the woman’s vision. She weakly pounded at Nightmare Foxy’s thighs, desperate for air. The fox ignored her, content with the feel of her throat spasming around his length.

Just as the woman was about to pass out, Foxy extracted himself from her throat. She gagged and spluttered, chest heaving as she sucked in air. Foxy only gave her a moment’s break, though, before he was sinking himself back into her face.

The animatronic didn’t linger this time, instead opting to fuck her mouth. His hand pulled her head back and forth over and over while he pumped his hips to meet her face. He bottomed out in her throat every time, and every time she gagged and gasped.

The woman swallowed around Foxy’s length, urgently trying to make it feel as good for him as possible. The quicker he popped, she rationalized, the sooner this would be over. So it continued, Foxy pummeling her face and throat and the woman trying every trick she could think of to make him cum.

Foxy’s orgasm approached quickly, but the woman had made a miscalculation. Nightmare Foxy forced her face into his pelvis and held her there, making shallow but quick thrusts into her. His large sack beat a rhythm against her chin, her throat constricted around him. It was only when the woman felt her jaw – which was already stretched so wide as to be sore – get even wider that she realized her mistake.

Here eyes grew wide. Nightmare Foxy’s knot began to expand inside her mouth, and it was forcing her jaw open wide. Her lips were sealed tight around the base of Foxy’s cock, the back of her teeth gently knocked against the back of his knot with every thrust, and her tongue massaged the underside of it while it writhed in her mouth trying to find room.

At last Foxy hissed, static mixing in with what sounded like a leaking air hose. Then, he came. His batter flooded the woman’s throat and sprayed directly down into her stomach. It was too much for her throat to contain, and the cum quickly filled the gaps in the woman’s mouth. It was hot, and salty, and bitter, and slimy.

Spots danced in the woman’s vision. The lack of air was suffocating her, and Foxy showed no signs of letting up as he rolled his hips and continued to dump his load down her gullet. On the verge of passing out, she screwed her eyes shut and pushed against Foxy’s thighs.

The woman felt her jaw pop as she disengaged from Foxy. The aniamtronic’s orgasm still wasn’t over, and long strings of thick cum coated her face in lines. Foxy grabbed her hair and yanked her towards his cock once more, stuffing the tip in her mouth for his last couple of shots. They filled her mouth, and the woman’s tongue massaged the underside of his cockhead and urethra in an attempt to fully empty the fox’s balls.

When Foxy’s orgasm finally subsided he pulled his dick out of her mouth. The woman rolled the hot load around in her mouth, stirring it up with her tongue, before she swallowed it. It coated her sore and abused throat on the way down, and settled in her bloated stomach. Some cum stuck to the back of her teeth, and the woman tried to scrape it off with her tongue.

Unfortunately for the woman, Foxy wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot. Now no longer preoccupied with her mouth, the animatronic’s attention returned to her pussy. The animatronic rolled his prey back onto her stomach and lifted her hips in the air and lined himself up with her entrance.

The woman panicked and tried to escape, but just as before Foxy placed a massive hand on her head and ground her face into the carpet. His tip spread apart her lips and the fox slowly sunk himself into her. The woman had tears at the corner of her eyes. It was too much, too big. She couldn’t take it all.

Foxy was insistent, however, and he continued to pierce into her. The animatronic bottomed out, his fur tickling the back of her thighs. The woman grit her teeth and bit back a groan. It hurt, she felt like she was splitting apart.

Nightmare Foxy pulled back until he was midway out, and then slammed his hips forward. The woman let out a strangled yelp. She burped up some cum onto the carpet in front of her. Foxy pulled back and thrust forward again. The woman slid forward. Her chest rubbed against the carpet, and her achingly hard nipples ground against the fabric.

Once Foxy was sure the woman beneath him could take him he stopped holding back. His hips were a blur, moving with the kind of speed and keeping the pace only a machine could.  He rocked his hips back and forth, slamming into the woman’s pussy and stirring up her insides.

While his tongue had been long and flexible, it was thin. The spots that lined the woman’s passage, the bundles of nerves and points of pleasure, could only be stimulated one at a time. This wasn’t the case with Foxy’s cock, though. It was thick and long and pressed nicely into every single part of her walls that made her feel good.

Nightmare Foxy whined with pleasure. Every bump and groove of the woman’s pussy stuck to his length. Her passage sucked him in invitingly and clung to him when he pulled back. It was slick, and tight, and oh so hot.

For the woman, waves of pleasure crashed over her. She rode them, every crest bringing her to a new high and every trough leaving her mind blank. The fox’s cock was stretching her so much. The pain was still present, and in fact she felt like she would split apart at any moment. Yet, it all still felt so good.

The only sounds in the bedroom were the creaked of metal joints, the whimpers and gasps of the woman, and Foxy’s harsh panting. The woman’s walls quivered around Foxy, each thrust bringing a new orgasm. Her pussy was constantly milking the massive animatronic looming over her. His savage, wild, beastial humping gave her a kind of pleasure she had never felt before.

A particularly hard spasm of the woman’s pussy made Nightmare Foxy bury himself in her. The base of his cock began to swell. What little thought the woman was capable of was screaming warnings to her. Something like Foxy’s knot would really split her open. She tried to protest, but her words only came out as moans.

Nightmare Foxy seemed to understand her, though. Rather than make shallower thrusts, he growled and began to fuck her even deeper. Almost offended that his prey didn’t want to take his knot, Foxy stooped low and wrapped his jaw around her shoulder. He bit down firmly, just hard enough to draw blood and make sure the woman underneath him knew who was in charge. Knew who owned her.

Foxy growled again, low and long. The rumble echoed in his prey’s ear. Suitably claimed, the woman stopped trying to protest and meekly accepted what was coming. The base of Foxy’s cock was almost completely swollen, and the animatronic had switched from long, deep thrusts to short hard ones. His knot spread her lower lips, and Foxy pummeled her entrance in his attempts to tie himself to her.

Frustrated at how tight the woman’s hole was and how it denied his full length, Nightmare Foxy shifted himself. He put all of his weight on his hips, putting the entire, heavy mass of the animatronic behind his knot. That proved to be the final straw, and the woman’s pussy swallowed him whole.

The woman’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and her vision went white. Electricity raced up her spine and stiffened every muscle in her body. Although she’d been orgasming the entire time, none of them had prepared her for this one. Her walls clenched hard, simultaneously trying to force the too-large intruder out and suck him in even deeper.

The sensation of finally tying up with the prey flailing and wriggling beneath him was enough to set Foxy off. His hips twitched as he dumped shot after shot of his cum directly into the woman’s womb.

She could feel every twitch of the cock buried inside her. She could intimately feel every shot get pumped into her, the way Foxy’s dick expanded slightly with every shot and the new splash of heat that came from the tip. It set off another orgasm, riding on the tails of the last one.

It was far too much, though, and her stuffed-full pussy couldn’t contain all the cum. It tried, though, bloating from the frothing hot load. Nightmare Foxy spurted again, and there was so little space left all the cum in the woman’s pussy sprayed back out. The woman’s hip spasmed at the feeling, drawing her orgasm out even longer.

Both the animatronic and the woman were panting after that. Neither could find the strength to move, although with Nightmare Foxy’s knot firmly in place they couldn’t even if they wanted to. Foxy kept a hand on the woman’s back anyways, his bestial mind wanting to make sure this mating stuck.

For the woman, the post-sex haze of pleasure was almost enough to disperse the burning cuts on her back or the aching bite mark on her shoulder. Her pebbled nipples felt sensitive from where they’d ground into the carpet beneath her. Her eyes, clouded with desire and craving more even though she paradoxically was completely satisfied, wandered around the shadows of her room before landing on the torn shreds of what used to be her t-shirt and panties.

Idly, she bemoaned losing them. They’d been her favorite pair to sleep in. With that, the woman passed out.

The bedroom was dark. The stench of sex stained the air, just as the woman’s juices stained the carpet. There wasn’t any sound other than the ticking of a clock and the unconscious moans of the woman, overwhelmed with pleasure even in her dreams.