Fucktime Freddy

“Great, Welcome… Lawn Chair.”

You slapped the screen in frustration. If this buggy piece of shit was supposed to set the standard for the rest of your first night of work, you just knew you were going to be in for a lot more frustration. You could assault the HandUnit further, but you also wanted to stay employed for more than one day. Sighing, you leaned back against the cold metal side of the elevator, letting your shoulders set into the curve of the wall. Your eyes darted at the passing lights and flashes of pipes and wires outside the windows, reflecting on what had lead you to such a low point in your life.

Top of your class at your Tech high school, and top of the class at a STEM focused college. Not a small feat for a woman. You were proud of your accomplishments, but since getting out of school, you had found nothing but doors slamming in your face. The bills were starting to pile up, and in the most typical story, you took the first thing that bit out of desperation. You were more than qualified for this job. In fact, you had kind of laughed it off when you filled out the application and submitted it. You? Working for some cheesy party robot rental place? You were supposed to be creating robots that could perform brain surgery and rescue people from fires, but here you stood, probably going in to clean cake and kid barf off some cheap ass hydraulic Chuck E Cheese knock-offs. At least it was at night, and seemingly, a solitary job, so no one would have to see you having to do such a demeaning tasks. It was money, you repeated to yourself under your breath as the elevator jolted to a stop and the doors cracked open with a hiss.

The hum of electrical equipment reverberated through the whole facility. While there seemed to be work lights every few feet, there was an overwhelming darkness to the whole place. Why on earth this place was here and, even weirder, why it was buried deeper than a war bunker, still left you puzzled, but who were you to ask questions like that? Maybe the rent was cheaper, who fucking cares. Before you could ponder any further, HandUnit cheerfully chimed in to tell you your tasks for the night.

“Tonight you will be cleaning and assessing Funtime Freddy. He worked a big party and needs to be in top shape for another tomorrow. He is waiting in the maintenance room. All the tools you need, as well as a checklist will be waiting for you there.”

You laugh at the name of your patient for the evening. Funtime Freddy? Who came up with that bullshit? No no, you could not call a dumb kids robot that. You’d come up with some kind of crude, off-color nickname for him in due time, as you usually did for every person or thing in your life that inconvenienced you. At the direction of the velvety voiced computer, you crawl through the vents and through the galleries with no incident, though you have to admit, their policy on crawling pretty much everywhere was really weird.

The maintenance room was not very large at all, being more akin to a closet than a room proper. Seated in front of you on the bench, and taking up quite a bit of the tight space, was a large white and pink bear. You barely hold in a snicker. Not only does this fucker have a dumb name, it’s also fucking pink. This guy was just hitting every whammy in the game of respect. You grabbed the clipboard placed next to him and skim it over. Pretty standard stuff. Clean it, open it, clean more, test shit, blah blah. You get right to work, taking a rag and a spray bottle of cleanser and approaching the animatronic.

“Alright Fuckface Freddy, lets get this shit started,” You muse, more to yourself than the robot. You lean in to get in a first squirt when you freeze at a sudden, booming voice.

“Now now, naughty kids who use bad language don’t get any birthday presents!”

Heh, it’s still on. That’s fine, since it doesn’t seem to be moving at all. His voice was just as goofy and embarrassing as everything thing else, which was expected at this point. You chalk it up to an internal mic being left on or something, nothing that would get in your way, and a footnote on your checklist at best. “Kiss my ass,” You absentmindedly sass back, rubbing the bear’s belly with cleaner.


“Hey Bon Bon! We’ve got a real potty mouth on our hands tonight.” The bear’s jaw remained still despite his talking, but his right hand, which was occupied by a little rabbit hand puppet, sprang to life on it’s own accord. The blue half-bunny wiggled its ridiculous teensy arms and flapped its mouth as it replied in a sweet, sing-songing voice.

“Well now, we’re just going to have to show the birthday girl how we deal with bad behavior!” It was staring right at you, an eerie glow casting from its purple eyes.

You weren’t having any of this furry ass bullshit. Not tonight. “Oh yeah?” You reply, “What the fuck is a low rent, Disney knock-off, fuckin bunny rabbit with a hand up its ass gonna fucking do about it?”

Bon Bon replied, as you expected, but the tone of it threw you off. There was something a little more ominous in her high voice. Something greatly unnerving.

“We just behave even worse.” the rabbit giggled.

You had barely registered the mechanical snap of Freddy’s chest piece springing open and a metal claw grappling around you like a soft toy in a prize machine. It clamped hard, tearing into your uniform and ensnaring you fully. The slack in the bear’s body sprung to life as he began to move, his previously dead and drifted eyes ratcheting and focusing on the human in his beartrap with the unnatural buzz of metal servos.

“LOOKS LIKE WE’RE GOING TO KEEP THIS PARTY GOING ALL NIGHT WITH OUR NEW SPECIAL GUEST!” A voice that you had previously chuckled at for being so dumb was now filling you with dread, jovial tones twisting into those that crossed the border into being maniacal.

“What the fuck are you gonna do to me?” You spit out, trying to pull at the metallic arm of the claw.

The bear’s eyes darted to the puppet. She rubbed a little padded paw on her chin, cartoonishly miming her thinking. Its grin seemed to widen as it came to a conclusion. “If you like to say FUCK so much, then it’s only fitting that it be your punishment too~” The giggle that sealed the end of her sentence did not make the decision any more comforting.

“Great idea Bon Bon! Let’s start out with my FAVORITE party game to get this celebration started!” With the claw holding you by the chest, it limited the movement of your arms. All you could do was helplessly flail while Funtime Freddy’s free hand smoothed along your stomach, his thick, firm digits leaving a trail of sensation as he drew his fingers lower and lower down your torso. You kick your legs, but it doesn’t seem to affect the robot. You manage to slap the HandUnit on your belt between you and the thick plastic of the bear’s leg, activating the pleasant robot voice.

“Do you need something, Lawn Chair?” It asked calmly.

“Uh, YEAH? Your robot here’s trying to fuck me like a bad Japanese fuck cartoon?? Could you maybe do something about it?” You sputter.

“You want you change your language settings to Japanese?”

“NO, THAT WASN’T-”

“OKあなたの言語は日本語に設定されています。”

“ENGLISH, ENGLISH!”

“あなたはロボットに親切でなければなりません。それは将来あなたを助けるでしょう。楽しむ！”

You give up fighting. Well, there are probably worse things than getting felt up by a robot bear. And it’s not like you haven’t fucked a robot before. You were becoming increasingly alright with this situation, which was much scarier to you than a birthday party animatronic getting all up in your business. You hoped it was due to a gas leak or something.

Freddy gets to the hem of your pants, a finger lingering for a moment, then attempting to slip underneath. However, he quickly discovers that his mitt is far too meaty to really get in there. He tries a couple more times. You grunt, frustrated by this. Bon Bon swoops in on his other arm, helping him out by deftly unfastening your slacks.

“Thanks Bon Bon!” He beams at her, once more resuming groping. He yanks your pants down to the knees and leans in closer, running a bold finger against the fabric of your panties. You almost feel bad you didn’t wear something nicer.

“If I had known we’d be fuckin on the first date, I would have gussied up more.” You say flatly.

He doesn’t reply verbally, but does arch a finger roughly against you. You find yourself gasping suddenly at the motion. Bon Bon claps.

You frown when his hand backs off and instead moves to himself. With the whirr of mechanisms, his crotch plate flips, revealing a very thick, pink-headed and white-shafted robocock, along with a hefty set of robonuts.

“What kind of kid’s party robot has a dick? What kind of fucked up, rich furry douchebag had the money to make you?” You’re silenced by his hand quickly pressing against you again to shut you up.

“We like all kinds of parties. But these kind are my favorite.” He purrs, rubbing through your underwear in quick circles. You can feel a sensation building, and it dawns on you that he’s vibrating, at least his fingers are, and it’s slowly melting you like pudding in his metal grasp. You can say a lot about his design and his voice and other nitpicks, but Fucktime here, he knew how to be a goddamn torturous tease. He knew just when to dig in, when to let off, and when to drive you to nearly gasping, only to stop and let you suffer just long enough to cool down, to start the whole thing over. He went on tirelessly for minutes, drinking in each squirm. You could see his cock twitch and beads of some sticky fluid drip from him and onto your thighs.

He finally pulled the panties aside and continued his teasing. You were dripping nearly as much as he was. It was getting too much for him, but he didn’t want to stop the process. “Ngh, Bon Bon, lend me a hand…” he whispered. The rabbit immediately pulled herself into the fray, glad to no longer just spectate. She went to aid him with glee, nearly dry humping his cock like a hefty stripper pole as her tongue darted out to lap up his precum dribbles. He grunted loudly, and you didn’t want to admit how much you liked the sound of it. Inspired by Bon Bon’s tender touch, he finally went further, letting his thumb take over rubbing duties and using his huge index finger to push into you. He lets up on the vibe as you cry out from the sudden invasion, not wanting to send you over the edge anytime soon. He pants, “Ha-hah, she’s so wet already, Bon Bon.”

The little bunny pauses her licking to reply, “Is it already time for act two?” She says with anticipation. He nods to her, pulling her away to get closer to you. With his chest-claw still gripped on you, he turns the whole operation to the worktable, running his arm over the entire surface, all the tools and other parts loudly clattering to the floor as he makes room for you. He forces your back down against the tabletop, more as a method of powerplay and less as an actual form or restraint. He had you so heated up, he could easily let you go and you would stay right where you were. Your legs hang over the edge, but that’s the perfect position for him.

He eases forward and you feel the blunt tip of his pink cock-head primed and posed for entry. It’s at this point you can finally get a full sense of the scale you’re working with here. He was huge and girthy, more so than you had ever taken before from man or machine. He gripped a thigh hard with his good hand and pushed forward. Even the very tip was a thick and dramatic stretch for you. Your legs squirm and he pauses, about an inch into you. “Mmh Bon Bon, how much cock do you think I can fit into her? She’s real tight!”

The puppet ponders the question for a moment, then gives you a sadistic smile. “All of it, silly!” She laughs sweetly as Freddy resumes his pushing. You felt so full, it was like you were ready to rip in two from his width. Just as you thought you couldn’t possibly fit more in you, another hard metallic inch found its home within you. Another groan escaped him when you could feel his steely nuts make contact with your ass. His sound made your insides quiver, something that let you know just how much space his cock was occupying. It felt so impossibly large, and you were impossibly full.

Bon Bon clapped again, “See, I knew you could do it! Now fuck her raw~!” On her commanding, the bear pulled back, then quickly pistoned back in. It knocked the breath right out of you, causing an awkward gasp to spill out of your throat. His hand and claw tensed and gripped as he set up a hard, steady rhythm, sliding in and out. You were able to get your fingers clamped around the edges of the metal table for some stability as his powerful fucking was making you slide on the slick surface. The bunny had finally detached herself from the bear and was resting beside you, watching up close with intense interest.

Lewd, wet slapping and heavy breathing fill the little room. You can feel your skin becoming slippery with sweat. His cock was just as skilled in the art of edging as his fingers were. Just when you were getting close, he’d knock back his speed, and when you were too quiet, he’d rev up. Bon Bon was starting to get bored just sitting on the sidelines, and clambered onto your belly. As Freddy continued his in and out, she reached down started to work your throbbing clit with her dainty paw. The two of them were the perfect team, totally in synch with what the other was doing. You whined as his thrusting came on strong, and her rubbing slowed to a crawl, then whined even more when he slowed and she sped up. After a long while of this you were being pushed to your last strings of sanity.

“Mmmhfg! Just please let me cum already!” you beg, wiggling against your restraint. The drool pooled in your mouth makes the words come out sloppily. Funfuck Freddy and Bon Bon exchange glances.

“Hmm Bon Bon, did you hear that? I don’t know… Do you think the birthday girl has finally earned her present? Do you think she’s learned her lesson?” his voice was husky and raw as his thrusting, which he had not let up on in the least.

“Hmmmm… Yeah! Let’s give it our all~” You were about to sigh with relief at the end finally coming into sight, but it was interrupted by the fastest combo of thrusting and stroking you had yet to feel. They had really kicked it into overdrive for the final stretch.


“Nngh Bon Bon~ I’m about to- Unnnnnnff~!” The huge robot bear tensed up, ramming one last impossibly thick slam into you before releasing. There wasn’t much space left inside, so his cum-substitute, instead of leaving a little creampie in you, squirted out around his cock with an alarming amount of pressure, gushing onto him and the table. Bon Bon was moving her arm as fast as she could. Your hips spasm and your senses all go fuzzy, your mind taken over by the overpowering and so desperately desired orgasm. It had been a very long time since one had left you literally shaking all over and unable to regain control of yourself for a few moments.

The claw unclamps from you and limply retracts back into Freddy’s chest. He’s slumped over the table, regaining his own composure. Bon Bon gives a standing ovation, or as best as she can manage, given her lack of legs and all.

“Wow! That was really hot! I bet the nightguard liked it too!” She smiled cutely and all of the color ran from your skin at this revelation.

You’d double your effort on putting out job applications as soon as you got home.