Late Nights at the Factory, Night 2: Candy

You deflect a large number of questions people throw at you about how last night went. You also understand why people would recommend seeing the factory at night but refuse to go any more in depth than that.

Who would believe anything that happened last night? You'd be in a padded cell by dinner time. That said, you had no plans whatsoever of missing out on returning, Cindy was a sweetheart and that's a reason in itself, but that brief sad pause, there was something there that... Well, you feel you were meant to come back tonight.

Not that you really believed in fate anyways. Maybe it was something as shallow as a cute cat that gave a nice massage, hard to say.

You travel to the factory lighter tonight, no need for the bat. Just your phone and an actual flashlight this time, since the lighting is completely out throughout the facility in the night time hours and the amount of windows is sparse as is.

One of them is, surprisingly, waiting outside of the factory for you. Seeing the dull gray glow of his warped eyes outside is strangely unnerving.

"Good timing, I'm glad you decided to show, Boss is more sensitive then he let's on about stuff like dat."

It's the monkey that carried the unconscious Cindy away last night, in the moonlight and with your flashlight on you you're able to get a better look at him. He's a fair bit bulkier than Cindy, wearing a poorly-fitted tuxedo top. Green pants as well, but the pants appear to be a part of his actual suit, considering the location, you suppose this must be the most he could find.

You also notice his utter lack of proper eyes or... upper face in general. You're tempted to say something but bite your tongue.

"-Yeah, well, Cindy seemed really nice, I just wanted-"

"No reason to validate yourself to me, Sir, I'll show you to the Boss."

He turns his back to you and begins to march into the darkness beyond the open door frame. He's not very tall, but his presence makes him seem bigger than he actually is. You're worried you might have hurt his feelings with how curt he's being to you- shit, were you staring? Would a robot be self conscious over something like that? Cindy didn't seem to pay her own... handicaps much mind.

"Alright, lead the way Mister...?"

He pauses ever so slightly as the air grows colder in the factory, raising a paw rather than turn to answer you.

"No need for formality Sir, just Chester. I serve and tend to Candy and his business, regardless of circumstances."

"Nice to meet you. Name's Martin."

"... Likewise, Sir Martin." He grunts, "-follow me please."

"Ah! Sorry. I didn't know-" a new voice from the room beyond, not Cindy, low and heavy, but decidedly feminine.

"Darn it all- what are you doing in here!? Didn't I warn you to keep the path clear tonight-"

"But I lost my-"

"Well find it later! Business hours!"

"Sorry..."

You walk in with just enough time to see a pale, bulky figure slump off into another room under Chester's admonition.

"Sorry about that Sir, ugh, she can be quite a mess, but she means well, I guess." he simulates a cough into his sleeve.

"Who is she?" you ask as you have to increase your pace to keep up with Chester, who seems in a much greater hurry dragging you from this room to down a long hallway.

"Janitor or something, you'll see her later on, for now... Okay, gimme a sec."

He stops at the end of the hall and ruffles into his pocket and draws out a rusty looking old key. There's a wooden, unpainted door to this room in the very back, unlike the other white, featureless doors of the establishment. "Candy" is written on the door in what appears to be bright blue marker over the wood in surprisingly good cursive.

A click resounds, and Chester steps aside, back to the wall, and lays his hands across his belly.

"That's as far as I go, Boss is inside, I'm sure he'll be pleased to see you. In case I don't see you again, have a nice night."

"Yeah, you too." you respond, anxious to meet Candy, but preferring that over the awkward air you feel festering between you and this monkey. You open the door.

You are surprised to find you don't need your flashlight here, atop a desk at the far end of the room the one working outlet left was powering a desk lamp. Atop the desk was a few papers, some old business cards, and most unusual of all, a cookie cake, plastic top still on it and everything, looking very fresh. There is also two cups, one holding what looked like some kinda soda with ice tinking against the glass. The other with a creamy white fluid you could only assume to be milk.

Behind the treat and drinks, two lower paws were resting atop the desk, belonging to the blue animatronic cat reclining in a chair behind the table. He looks up at you with his good eye, though his empty socket gives a white dartish glow as well as you enter.

"Evening Boss! You must be the guy Sister was talking about all last night, take a load off! It's not often I get to see her in such high spirits, whatever you did had her own in cloud nine ever since."

He doesn't sound sarcastic or bitter, but his pitch is naturally high and raspy despite being somewhat masculine, it's hard for you to place just where his voice stood... Chipper? Maybe. Time seems to have been kinder to his voice box than Cindy's, his voice sounds very clear given his condition that matches his sister's missing parts almost perfectly. It also makes it really hard to tell if he's being sincere with you or not.

"Sure thing, you are... the Boss right?"

"Pfft, only Chester calls me that, name's Candy, as the posters would indicate." he gestures out with his non-busted arm to the posters nailed into the wall around him, all of him and his sister, some from cartoon premiere posters, some from what appeared to be a restaurant or shop, and most curious, a few cut out comic strips featuring him as well.

"-Not that I'd hold it against you if it doesn't ring a bell, my name doesn't carry the weight and smiles it used to, but times change, after all!" he laughs, and takes a sip of his milk.

You take a sip of your drink as well so as not to further highlight the silence. Dat Taste Classic, you can only guess who told him that was your first choice.

"Hate to disappoint, but even growing up I never watched cartoons or read comics a lot. I was an outside kid I guess."

"That's dandy too Boss, like I was sayin', times change, and I may not have the same cute, lovable, smoochable face as I did in the DATE REDACTEDEEEEEEEE-ut it's not so bad here in the fa-new biz. We got some human pals that come here every week or so, and they are occasionally kind enough to bring little gifts, like Chester's suit, and what you see before you. In a way, we're more free now that the restaurant is gone than before, but uh- don't tell Sister I said that, she... really liked food service."

"I noticed, she'd look right at home as a proper waitress."

"You think so too?" Candy asks, raising his working eyebrow.

"She's got the enthusiasm." It surprises you how easily conversation is flowing between you and a talking, broken down cat robot, you only spent one night here, but something about Candy's demeanor makes it hard not to want to keep talking with him in the room. It may be intentional, but either way, he doesn't seem malicious.

Thn-pop!

Candy leans forward, popping the top off the cookie cake. It's pre-cut, he pulls a paper plate (with his face on it) from under the desk and hands you a slice and blue fork.

"We all try and keep smiling here, Cindy especially. Here, let me know if this tastes good to you, I asked for Sherry to get the best one she could afford, worked overtime to make it worth her while-"

You take a bite as Candy seems to lose himself briefly in a memory. It's delicious, chocolate chip with a matching chocolate glaze.

 "Damn that's really good, when did you say it was brought here?"

  "-Yes? Oh! Well I kept it in the mini-fridge under the desk, so it should be fresh, we got another a few rooms over, that's where Cindy keeps her stock. All we can do is preserve since you know, no sense of taste and all."

  You are tempted to ask why he's drinking milk then, but that seems a bit rude after already admitting you never watched his cartoons or seen his comics so you don't.

  "So you say business, and I hear of people coming here from time to time by night, what do you guys do here?" You decide to also avoid mentioning the murderous rampages by day, from what you've seen Cindy and Candy seem unaware of them, and that may be for the best for now anyways.

  "Well shucks, depends on who you ask. Cindy likes to make drinks depending on what we got, Blank tries to clean up, but well, no arms- so now she's mostly just... Anyways, Chester handles interpersonal affairs between the usuals here since he's not so into... well, people."

 "I've noticed." you say bluntly after swallowing a particularly chunky bite of cake. Candy's eyebrow lowers, assuming a sad expression briefly.

 "Don't judge ol' Chestnuts too hard, he's a hard worker, and can be a real sweetheart under the right circumstances. Rare as they may be. Anyways, we all have the same mission statement, to help people relax and feel good. It's in our programming to want to see people smile, and no matter where we're working or what happens in the world around us, that hasn't changed and never will."

Candy pauses, raising the cup of milk to his plastic lips and stop, sighing with a slight buzz before setting the cup down again. One of his feet, the tips of the 'toes' being of a pale sky blue foam compared to his darker coat, is tipping back and forth idly, this line of discussion was apparently irritating him.

"So you've listed your friends, or coworkers-"

"-Friends." the response was so quick it caught you off guard.

"-Right, friends, but what do you do? And about payment? How does your new business work?"

Candy laughs at this, his good ear twitching, a good-natured laugh, one that befits his cartoony appearance.

"Well shucks, that's a vast question, we have general jobs here, but the overall goal is to help visitors here forget their troubles, and no payment needed, though we do get gifts from time to- oh, you um..."

He stops, leaning forward suddenly, you can see his face a lot better closer to the light, his good eye gazing at your chin.

"Hm?"

"Got some chocolate on your lip there, Boss."

"Here-" you bring your forefinger to your lower lip-

"Looower," Candy hums, setting the plastic lid back over the partially eaten cookie cake, the servos in his bad arm clicking loudly in the process. You try to follow his good eye to find where he was trying to indicate.

"So here th-mm!"

Much like Cindy, you'd have to learn quickly that her brother was also far, far faster than his broken down appearance would imply.

A gleam of blue and the silvers of his exposed wires and endoskeleton as you feel two fingers lift your chin suddenly, nearly falling out of your chair as you feel his padded maw press against your lower lip, the gears turning in his head and he parts his 'lips', spreading your own in the process with him.

Before you can respond or panic, his bad hand has made its way behind your neck, stroking behind your ear. You can see his functioning eyelid lull.

He doesn't kiss like his Sister.

Having nearly thrown himself over his own desk, crushing the cookie cake beneath him, you can feel his smooth, flat, segmented pink tongue slip between your lips, vibrating with far more force than Cindy's gentle buzz when she 'groomed' you the night prior. His tongue meets yours, slightly damp from the milk he wasn't swallowing it seemed.

With a flick, his tongue swats your tongue to the bottom of your mouth, gliding just to the point of discomfort, feeling you out almost to your throat. You hear him purring as both hands now make their way around your neck, fingertips rubbing across your scalp- The taste of almond milk and vanilla drizzling down his tongue- collecting atop your own-

 You feel your lack of air start to get to you, Candy notices the gasp instantly, sliding his impressive tongue out of you. He keeps you held in his hands as he does so, leaning forward, his forehead pressed against your own.

  "... I think I got it," he says, were it possible for his face to grin, you'd imagine he'd be wearing a smug one as you struggle to catch your breath.

  "W-what the hell was that-" you sputter, flushing heavily, still tasting almond and vanilla on your breath-

 "That's a large part of what I do now, you did ask, remember? Not quite as full of quirky laughter and pratfalls as the toon days, but just as much vigor, I hope?"

  "Well that's beside the point-"

  He pays your blasts of confusion no mind, he shuts you up in an instant as he pulls your head beside his own, not violently, just enough for the voicebox situated neatly at the back of his throat to whisper quietly to your eardrum.

  "Out of all of us, Sister has taken it harder than anyone else, seeing her smile and laugh again and them being real smiles, well no amount of tokens can repay that, Boss. Why not let me return the favor for doing us right last night?"

 When he whispers, his voice, no, his entire demeanor takes a whole new light. It was still the same slightly raspy, high voice from before, but there was a sultry edge to it, one that should almost be comedic, but coming from Candy's damaged body after such a forceful and unexpected kiss- You clench your knees together as you try and regain control of your breathing.

"I... really don't know- I didn't realize that this was-" What the fuck is this, you suppose some of Cindy's actions last night were a bit... strange for a diner, but what Candy just laid out in very plain terms was just what kind of establishment this place could be.

"Shh, I promise, anything goes too far or spooks you, I back off. That said, I've never had anyone, dame or gent ever regret letting me take care of them. So yes or no, Boss?"

His voice is gentler now to match his whisper as well, you really wish he'd stop stroking behind your ears like that- it feels heavenly, but trying to make a rational decision with all the additional sensory overload at play is a joke.

Surrounded by posters with his face on them, chocolate glaze and cookie bits collecting in messy globs along his articulated belly and chest- tie hanging loosely over the desk- the sound of a lone Candy's themed clock in the corner of the room ticking to highlight the pause, your mouth feels dryer as you bolster yourself to potentially make a terrible mistake.

"... Gn, alright, sure."

You have only a second to ask yourself one important question before the delighted chuckle would leave Candy's voicebox as he'd grab you by the hand, peppering your cheek with a few quick kisses to lead onto the rest of the night.

'-Wait, does this make me gay now?' Do robots count?'

No time to ponder much as you feel Candy lock his good arm with your own, leaning his head against your cheek. He has to strain a bit to do so, like Cindy, he's almost a head taller than you are... He leads you forward, letting you match your steps to his own. Any trace of mischief seems to have left him as soon as you gave your affirmation to his offer. That or he's hiding something.

"You won't regret this boss! That's a guarantee, here, there's one more secret room here, I keep it locked up usually but I had an inklin' of a feeling it'd see use tonight so..." he taps the door hidden in the darker half of the room with his foot, and it opens to a new room.

It's still factory, the walls are still white, cracked concrete, but a few cheap rugs are laid across the floor, and in the center of the room, looking glaringly out of place- a twin sized bed in okay condition with two dark blue blankets laid messily over the top of it. Next to the bed, a small wooden nightstand. Atop it...

A bottle of wine, a jug of milk, two plastic containers of lubrication, at least four variations of magnets, some sort of unusually fancy massage oil, what is unmistakably a fleshlight-

"Oh boy," you whisper to yourself as it dawns on you in waves just what you've set yourself up for. Candy grips your arm tighter, winking with his good eye.

"Now no getting nervous on me this is supposed to be a place of relaxation, remember? Nothing to be uncomfortable about, Boss..." he purrs, turning you aside to use both arms to sit you at the edge of the bed. It smells a bit dusty- but it's soft.

You feel four cool fingers make their way to your shirt bottom, slowly reaching for the fold and lifting slowly.

"I can do that myself-" you sputter, he's moving so fast!

"Nope!" Candy chirps, you go to reply with a bit more defiance, only to find yourself pinned down atop the bed now, Candy laying atop you, his mouth meeting your own again-

Your eyes drift as you feel the cooler air meet the skin of your exposed stomach, then chest, padded fingertips trail past your bellybutton, rubbing your nipple briefly before fumbling over the cloth to stroke your chin.

"Mmf," you groan as Candy pulls you closer, his tongue tickling the roof of your mouth, warm blasts of vented heat setting the hairs of your neck of end as they erupt in small bursts from the exposed cracks in his molded face. The cloth of his tie tickles the hairs on your chest, dangling loosely from his neck.

He smells strongly of almond and vanilla, not just his tongue, his entire animatronic form, it's an overwhelming scent with him so close, you can taste it on his tongue.

Taking pleasure in your throaty groan, you feel his lips clamp shut, withdrawing his slick, segmented tongue long enough to give your lower lip a brief tug before letting go. Mingled saliva and creamy white almond milk drips messily from his unique tongue onto your exposed neck. He's staring down at you intently with his good eye, even the white pinprick of his missing pupil seems to be intently analyzing your body.

With the audible whirs of his servos he lays down further onto you, you feel his chest press against your own, his tongue laying a trail of damp stickiness down your neck, your chest... Humming hands relieving their hold from your chin and cheek, gripping your shoulders instead, assisting him in his trip down your body. You feel something at your ankle, his tail coiling around your lower leg.

"And here I was worried you'd be the stoic type," the Cat chuckles, no use planning a retort, his lower lip presses against your nipple, blasting heat across your chest, which ripples into a warm, relaxing wave throughout the entirety of your body. The tip of his tongue, slightly less rounded than Cindy's, plays with your nipple, rubbing small circles around the hardening, fleshy bud.

"Bit on the dry side, hold tight Boss, I got juuuuust the trick..."

He reaches to the table, to the bottles of lubricant- past them to the bottle of milk. You can only stare down in confusion as he pops the top off.

"Brace yourself, it's cold."

With that brief warning he spills a quarter of the bottle's content over your chest, collecting in a pool between your breasts, some seeping into your belly button. Instantly the robot is back to business, cupping bits of the creamy fluid onto his tongue, letting it pool over your nipple, clamping his jaw slightly tighter, giving you a brief tug.

You gasp, the sensation makes your toes curl. You aren't sure when you took hold of his ears, anything to grip tight as he continues lapping up and down your chest vigorously.

"Candy..."

"That's my name." he laughs, pausing to stare up at you, chin dripping with fluid, lone functioning cheek LED glowing a darker red than Cindy's, a passionate ruby glow. His tail gripping you tight, a small red soreness around your chest where he'd been tending so passionately to your bosom.

The surprise on his face is masked in a second, he's clearly a fine actor, but not perfect as he brings his cobalt leg forward between your legs to better position himself... You feel your stiffened passion press against his thigh and suppress a pleasant shudder.

"Ah!-- Hm, what's this now?" a smug grin, well, not technically, but his voice suggests far more than his body needs to.

>>134933652 (You)
Your face flushes, you'd never considered yourself the sort to be into, well, almost anything this cat had done to you so far, but the toll he's taken on your loins is unmistakable. You don't have a proper answer. Candy takes this in stride, taking a moment to cease his licking and nibbling at your chest to take a brief swig of milk-

"Whoops, butterfingers." He deadpans, whipping his wrist down, you shiver as cold milk splashes along your lower belly, under your jeans, seeping into your underwear, your crotch. You notice Candy seems to be shaking too, nerves? Anticipation?

"Let me take care of that for you, Boss, honest mistakes and all." he doesn't look up at you this time, releasing grip on your shoulders, he rests his arms along your hips, and you can't bare the image-lest the sensation 'overwhelm' you, as you feel his muzzle smoosh against the material of your jeans, his nose giving a squeak from the pressure he's applying between your legs. His tail curls tighter still as you feel it, the pressure of his tongue over the fabric, the pressure (and milk) pinning your erection against your stomach.

Then the slow, tantalizing ride up till his tongue gives a flick across the button of your jeans.

He savors the reaction, bringing his muzzle back to the base, another lick, slower now you swear it- that purring, like Cindy's but slower, heavier...

"Candy-" you wince as you feel the tip of his tongue press in on the fabric right beneath the tip-

"Shh. Drinking."

"Dammit-" you grip into the bed, the response is a flicker of his tongue, fixating at the tip of your cock clearly outlined by your jeans. Oh God, the cold, the fabric, so many layers separating you from Candy's mouth, this shouldn't feel so good-

"Candy, wait a damn min-"

Too late, as two nimble fingers had just popped the button open on your jeans, his tongue flicking across the underside of your cock through your boxers, the most violent twitch of your loins follows.

"Ngh... Fuck." you bite your lip, that last final flick of Candy's wonderful tongue, no longer suppressed by thick jeans, the drenched cloth- your hips tighten, your balls too, your mind fogs over, your eyes wince, you cum.

Milky cum leaks through the fabric of your underwear in large rivulets, through the cloth, you being well beyond pent up at this point. A wave of pleasure, more cum, another wave, more seed leaving you.

You mentally prepare yourself for the brutal teasing for losing control so quickly- It never comes to pass.

"Looks like I spilled more than I thought, ay B-boss?" he doesn't laugh this time, his fingers get to work freeing your spent cock from your underwear. Then his tongue, so slick already, cups around your shaft-vibrating violently, torturing your oversensitive glans before lapping up the cum still leaking from your tip, letting it smear all over his tongue.

Resisting was a joke, what escapes you isn't a manly groan, it's a moan, a drawn out, thigh-trembling 'bitch' moan as the Cat gets to work licking up all the spilled milk.

The process was tantalizingly slow. A slow lap, Candy tilting his head back, letting the milk and your cum mingle before dripping down his 'throat'. The gulping and wet noises he makes are obviously simulated, but hearing him 'drink' gives your spent cock another ripple of post-orgasmic pleasure so you didn't argue.

A few more slow licks along your shaft, Candy is very detail-oriented as he cleans you. You don't have the energy to sit up, but you do find your hands once again grabbing his ears, rubbing the plastic mold between your fingers. His broken ear is more ribbed with the exposed, colder metal, it's a fascinating sensation. Even moreso how your rubs would make the broken ear twitch against your hand.

"Well, I think that you've satisfied my thirst for now, Boss." Candy half-pants, half-purrs, letting your cock finally escape the loving torture of his tongue to collapse flaccid against your gut. "But I do hope you can endure a bit more tonight, I had one more plan before I'd consider us square after all."

"You've done more than enough already, that was ... really good-"

"That was nothing compared to what I've got planned for you, Boss, you're getting the full course." His forefingers idly slide down your shaft, rubbing your balls as he glances down at you. "Now for some... preparation"

"Preparation?" you ask, feeling slightly nervous at the term. Candy was growing on you very quickly, but his promiscuity is already nearly overwhelming and you aren't quite sure you fully trust the robot with your body one hundred percent. Not yet.

"Nothing you need to worry about Boss, lay back, relax, don't worry, the sheets are clean-ish. Promise!"

Reluctantly, you follow his suggestion, using your elbows to support your head as you watch with curiosity and anticipation at Candy's actions. He sidles to the side of the bed, sitting upright. He undoes his tie, laying it across your hip for now.

"And a good handful of the 'feel good' juice." he says as he fills his palm with lubrication from the table. He eyelid lulls and his robotic legs click, knees buckling as he rubs the lubrication between his legs, the clear liquid creating a smooth gel over his foam-covered, sky blue crotch.

"Does it... feel good there for you?" you ask, struggling and failing to find better words.

"More than it does for you, I'll guarantee it," he moans, rubbing more of the lube into his crotch, "-the pleasure response is pre-programmed and can't be overwritten or ignored, I'm... struggling not to overheat from it."

"Will you be okay? Don't damage yourself for me-"

Candy looks to you, his head turning unnaturally. He's blushing so furiously he's illuminating the room.

"I couldn't stop if I wanted to now Boss, I ... need to feel more, I want you to feel good too..." it feels more like an order than a request at this point as the Cat, hands still slick with lube, begins to crawl towards you, crotch glistening and trembling in anticipation.