FemFreddy from Behind (Request) NSFW

Lewd Request #1: FemFreddy from behind (no specified AU)
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  "Is that you, Mister Fitzgerald?" the bear asked, sighing. Her joints ached, age had not been kind to her since her model was commissioned decades ago and shortly thereafter left to rot. There were rumors of a calling to refurbish her and her 'original' crew, but it's been pushed back for so long now. She had little hope of it.

  So for now, like it had been for almost as long as her musty memory could recall, she'd spent yet another day in the dark Maintenance Closet, or as Foxy affectionately referred to it, 'The Has-beens Graveyard.' Sadly those morose yet sometimes endearing late night conversations were no longer a possibility as of last June, another order to decrease power load, the 'prototypes' (hogwash, she thought) were now circulated, only one given any charge by day, the rest left to 'sleep'. Loneliness took an incredible toll, and a yearning to hear the voices of her old friends again was almost crippling at times.

  Robotic joints tighten as her shoulders hitch, one slightly slower than the other, her bad arm locking up more often than not with sudden movements. Two thick arms, very human, wrapped around the bear's stomach. She still had the girth from initial creation, his fingertips couldn't quite reach each other wrapped around her, settling where her hips bulged the fabric out just enough to risk tearing the seams down her sides. She was more like a giant stuffed animal in a state of slow decay than a robot, but that just went with the nature of being an 'animatronic entertainer'.

	"Please... It's been a difficult day."

	"Seems like a good reason to have company."

	The bear groaned, not entirely unpleased. The truth of the matter was simple, she had been lonely, and while a shift-swapping human night guard wasn't the ideal mate at first, his sort of homely demeanor had grown on her. But her priorities never shifted, no matter how long she'd been locked in the dark. But tonight was harder to deal with than most.

	"You might be right... Ah, gentle with the button, Mister Fitzgerald, it's come loose, and it's the last I have that still glimmers."

	The night guard, making sure the door was locked up, eased a couple fingers away from the button he found himself fiddling with, the coolness of the plastic a nice shift from the ever-present warmth the bear exuded from herself thanks to the lack of decent ventilation for her processor. It wasn't a 'good' thing persay, but the additional warmth made it difficult not to want to snuggle up to the eight foot tall she-bear.

	"I can resew it, but fair enough. I'll just have to settle my arms somewhere else..."

	Thick fingers traced their way up the brown fur of the machine, towards where the stitching thickened before her chest and higher tummy, the fur thinned out, but the structure grew far more plush, her stomach giving in (eliciting a self-conscious huff from the bear) as his hands trailed where her chest puffed out beneath her bowtie. A reinforced metal neck reclined back, the bear laying a bit of weight against her male as her breasts (more accentuated in the flickering room, though impressive by their own right even by day and pleasingly plump) were cupped with all the pressure the human could muster. Faux fur thinned as his fingers dug into her breast, pressing them together, creating a nice fine suction between her chest.

	"Typical boy."

	"You haven't stopped me."

	"Nor do I intend to. I've been humbled enough to confess fingers have a value to them. It feels lovely."

	Jeremy sighed, nuzzling his cheek against Freddy's back, idly squeezing and playing with her tits, he wasn't sure when the alterations were made, or by who, but he could feel the thinner fur part slowly out (a night-only feature it seemed, stay sketchy, Fazbear Enterprise) giving way to two thick, protruding brown nubs. Freddy felt the change, cupping a massive brown hand over his own, more forcing than guiding them to her teat.

	Her flared panting and his quiet focus was only disturbed by the occasional spittle of steam from between her joints as a thumb and forefinger squeezed her nipples, drawing them further out from their hidden mass of feltish fur. A slow twist and the bear backs up forcefully. Jeremy groans, sliding further down her back as her absurdly padded ass pressed almost violently against his already stiff member.

	"Christ, Freddy..."

	"Just keep going... But focus on my chest for now. Provided you're up to the task, I'm planning on letting myself be used for your relief late into the evening, no reason to rush, should you get overexcited and release prematurely, there will be plenty of times to engage again. You were day shift today, and 'till Friday, correct?" She let her questions spill quickly, trying desperately to mask any embarrassing moans from interrupting her. She may have been changed with time and perhaps not in control of her body to the extent she'd prefer, but she was still the boss, after all.

	It didn't stop her ass from grinding against his covered cock with every squeeze of her breast though. The thick, plush mounds of her ass effectively sandwiching and pinning his manhood against the button of his trousers.

	"Yeah... but ease up a bit, I don't want to make a mess of my work uniform."

	The bear laughed, a low brief chuckle. "Did they ask about the stains from last time-Oh! Childish little man!"

	She winced with pleasure and a bit of pain as his fingers tugged each tit with far more force than before, then heaving her chest inward, creating a pillow from her upper torso.

	"-And you're teasing me."

	"-If you want to make it a contest, I'll win every time, boy-erm, Mister Fitzgerald." As she spoke he could feel herself clench, the cushions of her ass creating a desperately hot suction around his cock, salty precum was being squeezed with slow, deliberate force through the fabric- he let off, but only a little.

	"So much bite-back for getting a little playful. No wonder they call you 'old'." He sighed. The bear growled at the jab, but reluctantly eased the vice around his cock. She didn't understand the reasoning behind it, but the first climax had a special sentiment to it, she supposed she didn't necessarily want him to blow his load in his pants again, or all over her lower back, forcing an awkward scrubbing later in the week again either.

	"Hush you, I can't help it if I'm surrounded by children. Well equipped children though, I'll let off if you'll play a little gentler with me. Pace yourself dear, I'm equipped to take tonight."

	'Equipped to take' was a more elegant way of saying 'My parts are set tonight to make me the ideal fucktoy.' It was a pleasant phrase that meant a wonderful night lay in store for Jeremy Fitzgerald. Otherwise he'd learned to settle for hotdogging and titfucking, which was nice, but the bear had a refined and irresistible look to herself from behind. The way her back, pear shaped, led down to massive hips and an ass plush to the point of almost comic proportions was met by the slightly frayed but equally powerful mounds of thigh beneath. His prick tingled with excitement, tonight he'd get to be lost inside of that fluffy, inviting mass again.

	"Your breathing's heavier... I'm excited as well, perhaps an understatement." Freddy sighed, the breast massage was heavenly, but it wasn't quite enough. She was 'equipped to take', and the ravenous desire to be filled that came with it was burning her alive. She was a patient bear, but her head was particularly focused on the simple end-goal of getting stuffed and filled by Mister Fitzgerald's seed tonight. Multiple times ideally. Artificial lubricant was mottling her inner thigh, usually unscented but just as warm as the rest of her body due to admittedly poor insulation. She was an older woman she supposed, she preferred to think of it as 'in her prime', as as in her prime as one could be when you live in a locked maintenance closet.

	Jeremy didn't have an answer, he was trying to keep his composure, one hand trailing off her breast. Disappointment shifted to amused, knowing curiosity as his hand made its way down her tummy, to where her hips began, trailing along the thicker fluff where her sex was nestled, hotter than the rest of her and dangerously inviting.

	"It's been a long night for you then?"

	"Quiet and feel for yourself, as if you need more enticing... Mf- yes, like that..." The bear sighed, her hat drooping weakly past her falling ears as two fingers went in to the knuckle inside her with next to no resistance. She was a big girl, and she practically melted at the sudden intrusion. Jeremy had to move forward as she began hunch forward, barely aware of herself lowering her thick hands over her missing kneecaps, making the man dig his hands further down to keep inside of her. His fingers soaked over instantly. The motors behind the quivering walls of her artificial sex welcomed each digit graciously, grinding back and forth, begging him deeper in.

	"Freddy..."

	"Oh please, compliments and teasing for later- We only have a few hours. F-fingers out, manhood in. I trust I'm warm enough to suit your liking?"

	"You already know the answer to that." he sighed, his fingers sliding out of the bear with a lewd schlick, dripping onto the cracked concrete floor as Freddy bent lower, hiking her massive ass up, her sex had a fine layer of tan fur, like her chest, opening up to a very puffy emulation of the female anatomy, with a blush that shown through his ragged facial hair, he could see the motors and massagers inside of her still pulsing in and out by eyesight alone. She had to bend her knees as far as they could to accommodate the height difference as he quickly threw his pants aside, no underwear, no need to bother with it on a 'Freddy' night. His prick was positively gleaming with pre and aching to take her.

	"Ooh, that's a fine start." Freddy panted as two hands took massive hunks of her ass into each palm, driving her rear back till her feminine lips were practically begging him to force his way in. Before he could align, Freddy took her body's objection to heart and drove herself back.

	"Fuuuuck." Fingers squeezed the point of nearly tearing felt as Jeremy trembled, his cock devoured in one smooth, instant suction. Freddy's blueish-silver eyes lulled, wishing she had proper saliva glands to drool at the sensation of equally warm, male meat inside of her. True, he wasn't as large as her fingers (given she had almost two feet on him) but the pulsing of an organic's cock couldn't be emulated by machine. Her pussy agreed, going from squeezing immediately the a barrage of thumps circling his shaft inside of her. He grit his teeth, sputtering more profanity as her muscles went straight for the head of his cock, drumming along the exposed glands, vibrating all the while, pressing in long enough to paint her insides with precum.

	"T-too much? It's okay. I'm sure your balls can handle a few rounds, I'm too excited to calm myself down, so start thrusting."

	Jeremy hunched forward, perspiring from Freddy's heat and the absurd degree of over-stimulation only a machine could provide.

	"Are you - crazy? You've got me clamped down, I can't-"

	"Then thrust harder, Freddy needs this."

	She threatened to take initiative, and a fear for just how much his poor body could take took priority. With all his might, and aided by how absurdly slick she was inside, he fought past the many spinning, loving 'muscles' milking him and slid out- then back in just as fast. Any second not to the hilt inside of her felt more and more like an intentional deprivory of his senses. He gasped, the thumping now working its way back to the base of his cock, trying to hold him to the hilt-

	"F-fight it, I need to feel the pounding!" Freddy groaned, a free hand now tugging and playing with her own teat, anything to assuage the infernal heat melting her from inside.

	Another forced draw back, stopped before he could get halfway out as her pussy clamped again, desperate not to let go. He nearly lost it then and there, feeling that void in his head start to swell, the oncoming dumbness of orgasm threatening to drain him completely.

	He jerked back, and Freddy's pussy relinquished hold just enough to slide out and force back in, all the way. Her ass rippled with the thrust, before she could snatch and use her dancing inner muscles to clamp and milk him again he fought oblivion and drew back, desperate to out-speed her.

	"Oh God, Jere-meeee...." The felt of her chest frayed as she dug into her chest, trembling from head to toe in wondrous, wondrous vibrations. In-and-out, like a piston destined to explode he did all he could manage to drag it out, in-and-out, knowing the second he slowed down for even a second her internal massagers would finish him off immediately. And would they let him go after? She hadn't been so ravenously hungry for this in a long time.

	It was a damn good incentive. He gave her ass a brutal smack, the reverberation sending shock-waves up the robots 'spine', for the first time he could remember she cried out something very profane and very not Fazbear-appropriate, and urged him on.

	The wet smacking of dick slamming in-and-out of her echoed through the room, her nectar pooling between her inward bent thighs. Pre mingled inside of her, and Jeremy could feel it coming.

	"I can't- Freddy-"

	"I'm there too! Let it all out, all the way inside, aim as far in as you can manage..."

	She made the last thrust the hardest to pull off, every inch of her applying damning, glorious pressure from every angle as he slid inch-by-inch to the hilt into her, and with another brutal smack against her ass let the wonderful abyss of the mind take him.

	Throb. pulse.

	So many at once, how many were natural he didn't know, the second he slowed inside of her, her insides were throbbing, tensing, squeezing- the initial shot filled her with his musky seed, the second following too quickly to isolate from the first. The flexing and rocking along his shaft didn't allow the wonderful relief to be felt in spurts, rather a constant that Freddy's sex dragged out. Her orgasms were just as kind as the rest of her when it came to love, he wasn't sure when his cum had become post-cum, her body just kept squeezing and encouraging more and more to escape him.

	His head grew too light and he fell forward, resting against her back, drooling slightly onto the felt. Freddy was still huskily savoring her orgasm, further enticed by the heat of his spunk filling her up. Some idle, reasonable voice in the back of her head was trying to tell her that if she didn't give the lad a break he'd pass out.

	Well, she'd wake him up if that's the case. For now, this was all she needed.

	THE END.