A Lewd-ass Christmas Story

	The party was a dud; not that she was expecting anything different. Fazbear’s was known for a lot of things, but visitor satisfaction was hardly one of them. And as it turned out, neither was employee satisfaction; as one particular employee lamented to herself. Cheap cardboard-crusted pizza and a cooler of beer were about the only amenities to distract her from the tiresome company of her coworkers and managers; all of whom she watched from her self-appointed position in the corner as they gathered about in groups to talk about their day or plans for the holidays or how much they hated their job. Up on the stage, Freddy and his gang were giving it their all; singing covers of public domain Christmas tunes with the lyrics reworked to keep them Fazbear themed.
	God, why did she do this again?
	Surveying the room from her steadfast post next to the alcohol, she noticed that despite the full house, there was one face missing from the crowd. Looking over to the tattered curtain behind an ever-present “out of order” sign, Foxy was still hiding in his cove.
	She frowned. He had always been her favorite, and even if the party did kind of suck, there wasn’t any reason to exclude him from the celebration. Quickly glancing around to make sure no one was looking, she plucked a beer from the cooler and a plastic leaf of mistletoe from the wall behind her, and snuck away from the crowd, over toward the cove.
	“Captain?” She poked her head through the grimy violet curtains. The stage was dark and smelled musty and disused. “Captain, are you back here?”
	From behind a pile of storage crates, two glowing golden eyes opened and honed in on her voice; their gaze was piercing, and sent a chill down her spine. Clad in darkness, an imposing figure shot to life with a mechanical whirr; and with a speed and swiftness she couldn’t have anticipated, made its way toward her. Tall and foreboding, the nimble machine was right on top of her within an instant; reaching out with a sharp steel hook as she instinctively sucked in her breath and waited for whatever was to come next.
	“You’re not supposed to be back here, sailor,” a voice bellowed in a gruff tone as the hook reached past her to flip the light switch. “And I’m not a captain anymore. I haven’t even had a boat since ninety-one.”
	Momentarily blinded by the light, she blinked a few times as her vision refocused. Standing in front of her, Foxy towered over her by a head; looking down with an inquisitive glare and waiting expectantly for her reply as she adjusted to the light.
	“Well, I’m not a sailor either. But you’ll always be a captain to me,” she smiled; placing her hand on his chest and casually pushing him back a few inches. “And I thought you’d like the company.”
	“Oh, don’t go feeling sorry for old Foxy just because it’s Christmas,” he returned a grin as he put a finger on her shoulder and effortlessly returned the shove. “Or, sorry, “The holidays.” I think that’s what I’m supposed to call it now.”
	She chuckled. “Yeah, I got that talk too. And anyway, I’m not here to pity you. The party is a drag, and if you’re not coming out to keep me company, I’d rather spend it in here than out there.”
	Looking past her, Foxy cracked open the curtain and peered outside skeptically. With his attention momentarily diverted, she couldn’t help but look over her would-be host; keeping an eye out for any new signs of wear or missing bits of his ever-deteriorating shell. She’d been coming to Fazbear’s for as long as she could remember -even getting this job based on her history as a life-long customer- and in all those years, she had kept coming back for one thing and one thing only: to see her favorite Pirate captain on stage and in the flesh. Sure there were the games and the prizes as well, but as the years dragged on her taste for those waned. Foxy however, remained just as charming as she remembered; and ever since he had entered his seemingly permanent state of disrepair, she had considered it her personal mission to try and recoup the joy he had given her throughout her youth.
	“Ugh,” Foxy’s eyes narrowed in disgust. “Is that new guy from accounting telling his fishing trip story again? We get it, you caught an eel. You don’t need to tell us every other day!” She giggled as Foxy shook his head and closed the curtain. “Well I’m convinced. But there’s not much to do back here but go through old storage boxes. And believe me, I already know the contents of every single one.”
	“Well uh,” she presented the bottle of beer she’d taken from the cooler. Foxy gave her an awkward grin before glancing away and rubbing the back of his head with his hook.
	“You know I can’t actually drink that, right?”
	As if taking a cue, she popped the cap and proceeded to down the bottle herself; closing her eyes and chugging with single-minded determination as Foxy stared on in bewildered awe.
	“Ah! Okay,” she gasped. “I guess that means plan B then.”
	“Uh, B?” Foxy questioned.
	“Yeah, B for buzzed. As in: I get buzzed enough to work myself into doing this.”
	Before he could reply, she moved up towards him and stretched her arm above her head; presenting a small green leaf held between her thumb and forefinger. As it dawned on him what she was holding, Foxy felt a soft pressure on the front of his mouth as her lips pressed against the tip of his long toothy snout.
	Closing her eyes and expecting nothing more than the feeling of cold felt or plastic, what greeted her instead was the unexpectedly warm, pliable touch of some unknown skin-like material making up the edges of his muzzle. After a few seconds passed with seemingly no resistance, she decided to go for broke; wrapping her arms around his shoulder and once again finding the feeling of his body surpass her initial expectations. Outside of the parts that had completely fallen off, every bit of him that her hands ran over were soft and warm and brought to life by the subtle jolts and vibrations of his various inner mechanisms. All in all, he felt nice. Nicer than she could have reasonably anticipated considering how old and decrepit he appeared. But as happy as she was about his overall state of construction, as the seconds dragged on her mind shifted more and more toward his baffling lack of a response. What she had expected ranged from shocked embarrassment to annoyed dismissal; but as she forced her eyes upon mid kiss, what greeted her instead was an expression of utter confidence, and what she could only surmise to be unbridled lust.
	In an apparent bid to outdo the audacity she had shown just moments ago, Foxy slid his exposed metal hand around her hips and pressed back into her kiss while sweeping her into his arms. Forcing her to cling to him, he dipped her backwards and braced her head firmly in place with the flat side of his hook; keeping her tightly locked against his form as he towered over her and held her close. However, all of the shock and all the excitement he’d provided thus far couldn’t compare to what came next; as her heart skipped a beat at the feeling of his slick tongue probing the borders of her lips before effortlessly breaking through and slipping into her mouth.
	Oh god this was happening!
	Then, just as quickly as it started, Foxy snapped-to and broke away; stepping back a few paces in a minor panic.
	“Oh god! I- I didn’t mean to do that! I don’t know what came over me!”
	Her heart was pounding; her body was stating to shake; and her head was swirling as she mumbled dumbfoundedly under her breath.
	“I-,” she gasped; suddenly realizing she hadn’t breathed since initiating their kiss. “I didn’t know you could do that!” An uneasy smile crossed her lips as her unfocused eyes centered and widened with new possibility. “What else can you do?”
	She took a step toward him, and Foxy instinctively took one back; placing his hand in front of him and quickly looking back to see how little space there was between him and the wall.
	“Now, we don’t need to tell corporate about this,” he protested; either unaware or willingly ignorant of her obvious intentions.
	With another step backward, Foxy felt more and more confined as the space between him and the crates behind lessened.
	“I bet you’re capable of all sorts of neat stuff,” she eyed him up and down excitedly; taking another step forward and closing the gap even more.
	“Look, I’m really not supposed to do that kind of stuff. And neither are you, for that matter,” he replied nervously; attempting the best “responsible lecturer” voice he could muster as his heels bumped into the crate behind him.
	She placed a hand on his chest and began pressing him back. Considering his substantial mass and strength, there wasn’t any reason for him to be retreating from her in the first place -and indeed, his body refused to budge now that she had finally pinned him- but she knew as well as him that he wanted this bad, and this mock defense of his was only drawing out the inevitable.
	“I thought pirates were supposed to break the rules,” she pined.
	At that, his expression shifted; as if all the nervous energy and natural swagger had been sucked from his body in that single instant.
	“I haven’t been a pirate for a long time, sailor,” he said defeatedly; and with a slouched posture, took a seat on the crate behind him.
	Not wanting to let this golden opportunity pass her by, she ran her hand around his fuzz covered cheek and bent in front of him; bringing herself to eye level and forcing his gaze to meet her own.
	“You’ve always been a pirate to me, the best pirate in the world. And right now I think this pirate needs a little appreciation from one of his adoring fans.” she kissed him on the nose, and to her delight, his expression to lightened to a degree.
	Looking downward and grinning gleefully, Foxy followed her eyes to the less than family-friendly bulge protruding from his sack-cloth pants; shifting his mood once again as she wordlessly bent down and reached for his belt-rope.
	“You know, I figured you’d be a lot more weirded-out by that,” he said in leery amusement; watching in mild disbelief as she carefully went to work undoing the surprisingly elaborate knot.
	“Are you kidding?” she replied excitedly; quickly undoing the tangle and eagerly parting his fly. “I’ve had this fantasy since I was twelve. No way I’m going to let a little thing like…“
	Her voice slowed and trailed off as Foxy’s pulsing red manhood sprang forth from the crack in his pants; filling her eyes with what he would proudly describe as awed reverence, as she froze to properly take in the sight before her. Never in her life had she actually expected to not only get this far, but to have the reality in front of her so thoroughly trump her fantasies.
	“What were you saying about little things?” Foxy chuckled; but his partner’s thoughts were clearly worlds away.
	Knelling down between his legs, practically in a trance at the sight of his rather impressive endowment, Foxy decided to take the initiative as he placed his metal hand on her cheek and guided her towards him. With mere inches between them, she paused for a moment and looked up; staring onto his eyes before extending her tongue and licking his smooth fleshy member. The sensation sent a shiver up his endoskeletal spine, and emboldened her actions as she moved upward to place a kiss on the head of his canine cock before suckling at its pointed tip; making sure to brush her bangs from her face and give her eager partner the best possible view she could. With his attention undoubtedly captured, she slowly lowered her lips down around him; pinning his warm shaft between her tongue and the roof of her mouth before beginning to rhythmically slide up and down. In response, whatever passed for his muscles tensed and quivered as Foxy let out a strained grunt and a small jolt of pre in apparent approval.
	“Do you like that, Foxy?” she lifted herself enough to speak; still nibbling at his tensing member while waiting for his response.
	“Ah! C-call me Capitan, sailor,” he replied with an uneven voice and gritted smile.
	The answer was apparently just what she was looking for, as from that moment on she threw herself headlong into her task; lustfully kissing and sucking at every inch of his shaft and knot, only pausing her treatment for the occasional sultry coo or loving affirmation of his rank and title to spur him on as he watched with a dim fixation. In little time, however, his expression turned from satisfaction to agitation; and it was clear from his uneven grunts and instinctive jolts that the inevitable was coming.
	“At ease, Capitan,” his lover glowed as she brought a hand up to the base of his knot and gave it a squeeze; utterly enraptured by the feeling of his ever increasing spasms and contractions. “Time to let this sailor relieve you of this cargo.”
	It probably wasn’t the best pun she could come up with, but considering the circumstances, Foxy didn’t seem to mind. In fact, at the moment, the only thing on his mind was the mounting pressure building between his thighs and the pretty voice beckoning him to let it go; until finally, with a stifled gasp and a reflexive jerk forward, let it go he did.
	Shooting his first load straight up into the air, his jet of cum came down with a definitive splat right onto his partner’s nose and forehead; provoking her to reposition his aim as she brought her other hand into the mix and began vigorously stroking his shaft. With another shuddered grunt came another discharge; this time flying off to the side of the room and splattering harmlessly on some crates. Unable to fend off her curiosity, she wrapped her mouth around his leaking head just as Foxy’s third load was unleashed. Letting it fill her mouth, she noted that his fluid was disappointingly tasteless, and wondered what exactly was used when concocting genuine robot cum.
	Letting him ride the rest of his orgasm out in her mouth, she kept her lips firmly purse around the perimeter of his member until his last weary spurt splashed against her tongue. Still wary of actually swallowing the fluid, however, she quickly located her empty beer bottle and let the sticky tasteless goop drain from her mouth into its confines.
	“Hehe, guess this year’ll be a white Christmas after all,” Foxy said smugly as he watched the lewd display play out in front of him. She nearly spat what was left of his load all over the bottle as he snickered at her reaction. “Well, I thought it was funny.”
	Draining what she could, she placed the bottle on the floor and got to her feet with uneven resolve; deciding to brace herself against the wall as she regained her sense of balance after having been on her knees for so long.
	“Banter aside” she began with a sarcastic tone. “That was probably the best Christmas gift I could ever have hoped for. I should probably get back to the party though.”
	Within an instant, however, he was upon her, with the same inhuman swiftness he had displayed before; closing the gap between them and pining her against the wall before she could even react.
	“Not so fast there, missy,” he goaded; licking his lips and grinning fiendishly as he wrapped his good arm around her shoulders while lightly running the tip of his hook against her stomach. “Don’t think you can just sneak on off without me dolling out some recompense.”
	“Ah, F-Foxy-“ she stammered; only for him to cut her off as he reaffirmed his grip.
	“I don’t like a debt gone unpaid,” he continued. Lowering his head next to hers, she looked to her side to see his massive maw and intimidating row of sharp metal teeth appear inches from her cheek. “And besides, do you really want to turn down an order from your captain, do you?”
	Frozen in place, she instinctively held her breath as his cold metal hands moved their way down the sides of her body, stopping as the brim of her skirt and panties as he knelt down behind her. “No, I didn’t think so,” he jeered, before lowering both garments at once.
	The cold air against her exposed hips and thighs shocked her to alertness just long enough for her to process what was coming next. Sure enough, right on que, Foxy pressed his snout between her thighs, before brushing her exposed labia with the tip of his nose. Her body tensed as he let loose a low guttural growl and imposed himself upon her further; forcing her legs apart and lapping at the wet pink flesh he had so confidently sought.
	“Mmm, you certainly seem eager,” he teased; licking his lips with self-satisfaction as she practically leaked into his waiting maw.
	Fortunately for Foxy –not to mention Fazbear’s legal department- he didn’t realize just how much of an understatement he’d truly made. Despite her outward dismay, she was enjoying this every bit as much as him, and did her best to ease along his lustful impositions; savoring his lick and assertive little bites as she opened her legs wider and began to press harder against his face. In any other situation, this kind of forcefulness would be utterly terrifying. But right now, with him? She wanted it more than anything else in her life.
	Spurred on by her signs of enthusiasm, Foxy redoubled his efforts; lapping away at her dripping flesh with fervored abandon. The experience reminded her of an overexcited dog, slobbering all over its owner without a care in the world. But this dog was far more focused in its affection, and in no time at all she found herself doing everything she could not to cry out as her body became awash in orgasmic bliss.
	With her limbs stiff and muscles shaking, Foxy continued his forceful probing and oral massaging for a good minute before finally rising from his post behind her legs; wrapping his arms around her waist and propping her up against him. In her exhaustion, she allowed her full weight to fall on his more than capable arms as she leant back into him and tried to relax.
	“You sure know how to take command, Capitan,” she sighed; closing her eyes and feeling him began to softly sway.
	“Not too much?” he asked sheepishly.
	“Not with you,” she smiled. “Though I think this might change some perceptions I’ve had about you since childhood. I don’t remember you ever being so forceful with first mate whatshername from the cartoons.”
	“Yeah, well, whatshername didn’t seem to go for the freaky stuff,” he replied with relief. “You always came off as the type to be into that though. And I’d be kicking myself now if I didn’t at least make an attempt.”
	“That’s me. Sailor and freak, at your service,” she giggled; tilting her head back into his shoulder and pressing it against his snout and cheek. “I wouldn’t mind a warning next time though. Just for the sake of politeness.”
	 “Ah, good. In that case: Here is a warning.”
	She let lose a giddy gasping laugh as Foxy slipped his smooth fleshy shaft up between her legs; plunging it all the way to the top of his knot in one smooth motion. What came next was a moment of contemplation. As Foxy adjusted to the new sensation her insides provided, she waited for the initial thrill to fade. But that moment never came. The feeling of lust and excitement only grew with every second that the two remained joined. Never in her life her she felt something so filling; so perfect. It was hot and twitching and pulsed with anticipation. And it was strong. God was he strong. Here was a machine that could rip her apart with no effort at all; could tackle a linebacker or KO a heavyweight boxer with ease; yet with all that power, here he was, delicately kissing her neck and shoulder.
	“Eeeeasy there, sailor,” he cooed; sensing her growing unrest as he nibbled her shoulder and very cautiously began thrusting inside of her.
	But she couldn’t take it easy. No matter how hard she tried; her heart refused to beat any slower; the gritted smile refused to leave her face; and her tense gripping muscles refused to calm their excited clenching in the presence of his obtrusion. She was his. After all these years -after all her childish fantasies and tempered expectations- this was really happening.
	“F-Foxy!” she moaned; placing her hands on her stomach and feeling the presence of his stiff manhood swell within her as she squeezed her legs tightly against his aching knot. “Captain! Don’t hold back. I- I want to be yours!”
	“S-s-sailor!” he stammered back; taken off guard as the tips of her fingers drift down to the base of his cock; hooking themselves around the bottom of his knot and tugging it upwards.
	“Please, Captain,” she pleaded. “Make me- Make me yours! I want it so bad. I want to be your little sailor. Ah- And you to be my captain. J-just like- Just like I always dreamed of.”
	He certainly wasn’t expecting such enthusiasm. But then again, she had always kept herself close. Thinking back, she was the only one who continued to refer to him by his rank; the only one to not treat him differently as his body crumbled and his status waned. Sure there were others -coworkers and customers and fellow entertainers who had remained amicable even as he fell into disuse and disrepair- but time and again she had been there for him when others had passed him by, and he pitied himself for only now realizing the true extent of her feelings for him.
	“You already are,” he responded with a tender kiss to the back of her neck and a newfound sense of appreciation. Though he couldn’t see her face, some indescribable shift in her body let him know that she had just become a whole lot happier; and it was a feeling that he hoped he had reciprocated in-kind. Unable to contain himself any longer, Foxy slid his shaft nearly all the way out of its warm confines, before pushing it back in down to the base. With a fluttering gasp, her eyes went wide as his swollen knot spread her lips beyond any of her preconceived limits; causing her to squirt against the wall in front of her as his cock disappeared within the tight confines of her needy sex. “You’ve been the best damn sailor a captain could ask for, and I think your long due for a reward.”
	Too far gone to distinguish role-play or allegory, her emotions swelled as Foxy’s body seized up and lost composure.
	“C-captain…” her voice wavered as his first load burst forth and flooded what little space was available inside of her.
	Soon, another discharge came, and another, and another still; each one swelling at her obstructed entrance and adding to the immense pressure between her thighs as the shaking, jerking, gasping machine behind her did all it could to contain itself enough not to crush her in its trembling arms or hurt her as it slammed against her with mindless abandon.
	“Ah, keep going, Capitan!” she cried; hardly even registering as the pooling cum began to overflow; dripping from her thighs and seeping down her legs onto her discarded skirt and panties.
	“Thaaat’s it, sailor,” Foxy hummed; reveling in feeling of their shared delight as his pace diminished and their sweltering lust simmered down to a warm affectionate calm.
	In a few minutes time, Foxy reluctantly decoupled himself from their embrace; momentarily struggling before his knot popped free with a good hard tug. With its plug finally removed, what followed was a seemingly impossible torrent of cum draining from her insides onto the stage below as the pair watched in stupefied awe.
	“I uh… I’ll see about getting that tuned down,” Foxy stated awkwardly as the two did their best to clean themselves up and look presentable.
	After discarding her utterly soiled panties and doing her best to rub the stains out of her skirt, she poked her head outside the curtain separating the two of them from the rest of the restaurant; surprised to find the lights off and the main room empty.
	“Oh man,” she said in disbelief. “I guess they all went home. I should probably make up an alibi in case anyone asks where I ducked off to.”
	“I’m sure you can think something up,” Foxy reassured her as he stepped out of the curtain and took a seat on the stage’s edge; staring listlessly out the front window as snow began to fall on the parking lot beyond. “You should probably get going before it really starts to pile up.”
	Looking out the window, and then back at Foxy, she sat down next to him and put her arm around his back.
	“If you don’t mind, I’d rather stick it out with you. For a little while anyway.”
	He turned to her and planted a kiss on top of her head before pulling her close for a much appreciated embrace.
	“Hey,” she gripped him back and grinned to herself. “You were right! It’s a white Christmas after all!”
	With some mock laughter and a playful shove, Foxy settled in next to his longtime friend and newfound lover; watching the snow gather as the two held each other in silence-
	“You freak.”
	Relative silence.