Futatime Foxy's Forcefed Fellatio!

	Softly your footsteps echoed through the auditorium, the massive room bereft of ambient noise. Normally you'd be fearful of entering an animatronic's territory but you were in luck this time, the one that usually prowled the auditorium was waiting for you in Parts & Service. Apparently someone had been too rough on Funtime Foxy, and the robot desperately needed a once-over tonight, a jolt of "motivation" just wouldn't be enough. All you have to worry about is remembering which buttons to prod at to get a good look at the fox's inner-workings and then you can get back to the relative safety of your usual rooms.
	Coming up on the portal to your destination, you take a deep breath to steady your nerves before opening the softly illuminated door. Hefting up the flashlight at your side, you scan Parts & Service, the room almost barren save for the large pink and white animatronic seated on the conveyor, the deactivated robot's form facing you. Firmly closing the door behind you, one of your hands digs deeply into a pocket before pulling you a slip of paper, instructions on how to pop open Foxy. Handy had been bugging out more and more frequently, and the higher-ups had decided to just leave slips of instructions behind for you, its been a miracle that you haven't needed the AI's assistance for anything since then. Mumbling to yourself, you go over the paper in your grip, first button is on Foxy's left chest, second one is parallel to it, etc.
	Reaching forward, your hand brushes up against the smooth surface of the animatronic, the cold metal soothing in the cramped and stuffy room. "Click...Click." The second that both buttons are pressed the sound of clanking metal sounds from beneath you, a piece of Foxy falling to the floor and letting out a resounding clatter. With a slight worry that you haven't managed to break anything you consult the paper again, the next set of instructions outlining that the animatronic's pelvic plate should have jettisoned. An angry thought towards whoever wrote this settles in the back of your mind as you kneel to recover the missing plating but as you get lower to the ground you begin to pick up a scent of some sort. It's heavy to say the least, and incredibly sweet almost as though you were smelling fresh strawberries. As your hand sweeps across the dark floor to find Foxy's missing piece, more of that aroma surrounds you, the scent growing headier and sticking to your sense of smell. Taking in a deep breath, you savor the scent as a warm blush begins to break out across your face.
	The room is filled with that smell at this point, the normal stench of overheated machinery and copious oil now completely blocked out with this heavenly aroma. Your arousal begins to build as well, the room's overbearing scent clouding your reason as you feel blood begin to flow to your crotch. The hand that was previously scanning the floor now drifts towards your crotch, rubbing at your growing bulge as you grow more and more aroused. As you lose yourself in your libido, a soft whir fills the room, the animatronic before you shuddering as it comes to life again, its predatory eyes locked onto your form kneeling before it. One of Foxy's hands twitches forward before resting on your head, causing you to freeze up and fill with terror at your foolishness, so caught up in your own arousal you had missed the robot awakening. Slowly and gently, Foxy guides your head to look at it properly, soft static emanating from its chest as it fails to speak. Your breath halts in your throat as you get an eyeful of what you assumed was going to be barren, hanging from between Foxy's legs is the largest cock you've ever seen. A soft, silicon-like, material makes up the now revealed crotch of the robot along with its enormous package and long length, its shaft in the shape of a canine's as it twitches in imitation of proper arousal. More hisses resound from Foxy's chest as it continues to speak, but it feels as though its a mile away as you're entranced by the cock in front of you, the fear of what the animatronic may do to you now turning to excitement.
	Eagerly, and without any prodding on Foxy's part, you move your hands to the sides of the shaft, running your palms across it as you try to measure it. You hadn't even thought about what size of heat Foxy would be packing, let alone that it'd have a cock considering the robot's already measurable chest size. But the hard cock between its legs is undeniable proof of its arousal, your hands squeezing and sliding across its length as it begins to seep pre onto you. Whoever gave this robot a cock definitely wasn't messing around, the darkness messing up your measurement of the shaft but you can definitely confirm it easily surpassing 12 inches, and as one of your hands moves down to cup Foxy's package you realize you can't even begin to hold the entirety of the robot's melon-sized orbs in your palm. The sweet smell from before still swirls in the air around you, and as your hands continue to roam Foxy's crotch, more of the scent begins to press against you which in turn builds your arousal even more. Your judgement, even your thoughts, is almost entirely consumed by a fog of lust and without realizing it you begin to lean forward until your lips are pressed against the robot's package, the false flesh surprisingly warm against your mouth as you begin to grow intimate with Foxy's surface. Letting out your tongue from between your pursed lips you slowly slide it across the robot's ballsack, a pleasant taste not unlike the smell from before coating your tongue as you press your face into the enormous sack, your licking making you pick up the trembling deep inside of the faux ballsack, warm liquid roiling underneath the layer of false flesh. With a soft hiss from above, Foxy's hand shifts to the back of your head as it presses you harder against its crotch, urging on your tongue as you continue to run it across Foxy's orbs. Drops of sickeningly sweet smelling pre drop onto you as you open wide and take a chunk of Foxy's package into your maw, the overgrown testes too large to even begin to fit but the twitching and hissing coming from the robot telling you that you're definitely on the right track.
	As you continue to get drunk on the scent in the air, you find yourself growing hungrier, the musky air that hangs heavy around Foxy's package not enough to sate your arousal any longer. Pushing back against the insistent force of Foxy's hand, a soft whine signals disappointed acceptance which is in turn cut short as you run the tip of your tongue from the bottom to the tip of the fox's shaft, a small squirt of arousal arcing from the robot's shaft and into the air before landing on your face. Looking up from your place beneath Foxy, you feel contentment fill you as you catch the animatronic's gaze, its yellow eyes shining down at you in affection as its cock twitches and bumps against your face. Its hands move to the sides of your head, slowly cupping your cheeks in what feels like genuine adoration before it suddenly pulls you down onto its cock, the speared head of its shaft easily forcing your mouth open to accept the first few inches. Your world explodes into color and ecstasy as you're forced to take inches of fox-meat into your maw, your own erection happily twitching within the confines of your jeans as your face gets filled with cock. Almost instinctively you relax and accept more of Foxy's shaft into you, the fox's firm grip on your head allowing it to feed its inches into you smoothly, causing your taste buds to explode as your mouth gets a helping of pre. The smooth liquid feels like nectar as you eagerly swallowing it down from around Foxy's shaft, the taste even stronger than anything you've experienced up till now, a subtle taste of strawberry beginning to seep into the liquid as more seems to pour into you.
	Soon half of Foxy's cock is embedded into you and unfortunately you can't seem to take anymore, any progress down the robot's shaft meeting hard resistance. And with you drunk on its musk, the foxy takes matters into its own hands even further, lifting you off its cock, letting its hot and wet dick slide from between your lips, before slamming you back down onto its length. Your entire being seems to shake as more dog-cock slams against the back of your mouth, the thick shaft forcing itself down and into your throat. Your vision is filled with stars and you're caught in a daze as Foxy repeats the process, beginning to set a pace of thrusting its cock deeper and deeper into your body, each thrust causing the shaft to sink an inch deeper every time. It feels as though the robot is fucking your very being out of your head as you're forced to fellate its cock, your throat being forced to take the shape of the canine dick every time you're pulled down onto it, your only reward being spurts of hot pre that fire straight down into your throat. Under the constant barrage of Foxy's cock you make progress in swallowing it whole, moving past the halfway point, easing past the three quarters mark, until finally you feel your lips smash up against a sheath. The entirety of Foxy's cock pierces your throat, throbbing and dripping pre into the depths of your mouth while your nose is ground up against its crotch, giving you a particularly strong source of musk to bask in. Slowly, a paw atop your head rubs back and forth, Foxy showing its approval in you being able to take the entirety of its shaft, and even in your cock-induced stupor you can feel yourself glowing in pleasure. Almost on auto-pilot, you eagerly pull back from kissing Foxy's sheath and savor the feeling of your warm meat sliding between your lips before you push back down on the shaft, taking it down to the hilt once again. It feels as though you get a constant stream of pre now as you deepthroat Foxy's shaft, which only encourages you in making sure you take every inch every time you bob up and down its dick. Sliding up and down its cock you begin to twist and twirl your tongue, wrapping it around the warm flesh in order to coax out more of its arousal, your hands hefting the enormous melon-balls underneath the massive length that now disappears down your throat.
	Caught in your task, you hardly notice the growing bulge of meat at the base of Foxy's cock until it begins to catch on your teeth. Taking extra care you begin to pound down onto the fox's shaft even faster than before, cutting short your trips for air and instead using that time to wrap your tongue around the emerging knot. Clenching your hands, you feel Foxy's cum-factories at work, its sack beginning to grow taut with its payload, the skin becoming increasingly warmer to the touch. Just as you begin to pull off for a breath of air, you feel a hand on top of your head force you to stop before slamming you back down onto the robot's shaft, Foxy's impending climax making the robot begin to slam you down upon its girth again. Its last few thrusts are a blur as its knot is forced past your teeth as it begins to balloon, forcing you to open your mouth even wider open. It feels as though your jaw might snap as the knotted mass of dog-cock behind your teeth finishes inflating, locking you into place on Foxy's crotch. And as the robot finishes knotting, you feel its pendulous orbs begin to clench as its cock shudders as well, heralding its climax. You can hardly taste a thing beyond the huge knot shoved into your mouth, every single blast of jism landing into your belly as its shot down your throat, each salvo of cum landing with a loud thunk into your stomach. Forced to take its payload, and getting ground against its crotch, your own arousal begins to peak as well, the musky scent in the room even stronger now that the fox is orgasming. Losing yourself in the sensations of getting pumped full of a robots cum, you can barely feel a foot prodding at your own crotch, roughly grinding against your over-stimulated cock. And as a particularly large shot of cum causes Foxy to tremble, the pressure against your own shaft is enough for you to get your own climax, your shaft shuddering against the insides of your pants as you cum as well. Warm fluid leaks from the crotch of your jeans as you shaft fires its jism, a few drops seeping out thanks to the robot's foot freeing your cock from its confines somewhat. But in the end your own orgasm only seems to pale in comparison to the ecstasy you feel in getting filled up with the fox robot's payload, the animatronic's cock still pumping more of its cum into you, causing a small bulge of cum to begin to form in your belly. Slowly, the fox's orgasm falters, its blasts of cum dwindling in frequency until they only become twitches as the dregs of its climax is dumped into you. Exhaustion begins to overtake you as you almost hang from Foxy's crotch, its knot still hard in your mouth, the only thing you can do is wait as the robot strokes your head, staring down at you fondly.