11 Chapter 10

He was so intent on looking at the camera screens that he wasn't able to notice Fredica sitting at the desk, naked even. Only when he moved back with his chair, was he able to notice her and even more so the fact that she wasn't wearing any clothes. Bah, in itself, she didn't have much, but the fact that she didn't have anything didn't help.

Fredica just looked at the guard with a nice smile, slowly opening her legs to reveal her clean pussy without any trace of hair. How could an animatronic like Fredica have hair down there? She was perfection itself. There was no way... that and because she's a robot, and he doubts they make robots with hair on private parts as such.

She smiled. The doors closed as she walked towards the guard, who could see that look of lust in her eyes. It was a good time to close. It was all planned. She couldn't take it anymore, not at all. She couldn't get this urge out by simply masturbating.

"It's a nice time to see you, dear guard," she said as she approached the guard who was still sitting on the chair. He had tried to stop but was forced to sit up. "Oh, no, no, no, dear guard. You will sit and be obedient to this little bear who wants something from you..." Her tone was light, but it could be heard. It sounded domineering for a change. She squeezed one of the guard's shoulders a little hard as she made him sit up, and she could see his face full of pain. Bingo. "You know what I want, right?" At this mere surprise, he didn't speak, which is understandable. She, with soft and sensual movements, sat on his lap, perfectly accommodating her rear with the guard's crotch. It was after a few seconds that she opened her eyes for a few moments to look at him with some mischief. "I just sat down, and you got hard? Um…" She wrapped her arms around him behind his head. She was still smiling like no other. She then turned to see the lower area. More and more, she felt that erection of the guard. She lowered one of her arms to touch, and yes, she could feel a beast wanting to get out of there. "Hehe...something wants to come out..." With some force, the guard member came out. Fredica hesitated for a few moments. He wasn't small at all. She had doubts... but coming this far, she can't doubt anymore. She erased her surprise and returned to her expression from before. "Wow… and to think you came well equipped…" She laughed. She turned to see the guard again who was frozen, but other than that, he avoided the look of pity for this. "Look at me," she took his chin. She made him look at her. She laughed a little at having done this. "You're going to look at me at all times just like I'm going to look at you, darling." Holding his chin, she moved one of her fingers to caress it. With one of her fingers, she passed it over his lips. To touch those lips, they were very beautiful, and they looked very tasty. "Mm... they look appetizing..." Without hesitation, she ended up joining her lips with his. For a few moments, she kept her lips against his and didn't let him get away. She had him by the chin. She, in passing, began to move her hips. She could feel the guard's friend punch and punch her butt, getting between the cheeks of her butt. He broke away abruptly. She was blushing, but it didn't take away her smiling face, which would be a flirtatious smile. "Delicious…" This had already turned her on too much. "It will be... better to move on to the important event... don't you think?"

Fredica then began to take the member of the guard, called so dryly in this way because she does not know his name, but you surely already know that it is John.

What would happen then now? Nothing special. If the guard gets fired for messing with the animatronics, it wasn't her problem. At this time, she was completely dominated by her sexual desires. She couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't stand how both Bonnie and Chica seemed to enjoy themselves with the guard. Her golden version told her something about these two but not in such detail. She could get an idea. Going back to the guard, she was very sure that they would tell him something... but were they going to fire him? She states that they won't.

The guard's cock was already hitting the entrance to her body. She swallowed hard. She was taking it, and she could feel how it pulsed. She could feel more and more that this little friend seemed to be itching to get in there. Very red, she looked at the guard.

"I know you're dying for this, I can see it in your face," she looked at him. With one hand that had his member about to enter her, the other took his chin. She wanted him to look at her and watch her face slowly change as she felt every inch of him inside her. "And you'll have to see this…" She lowered her hips slowly. She was feeling every inch inside her, biting her lower lip very hard, holding back the moans but letting out sounds of pleasure, trembling too much. Once she went down completely and felt the entire member inside, she was still trembling but she also looked at the blonde with much more lust. If just by entering he was already on the verge of coming, how will he feel if she starts moving her hips? It-it's... In-in... all-all..." and her way of speaking was no longer correct. It seemed to falter a bit. Her eyes almost rolled back. She pulled back without letting go of the blonde's shoulders now, making faces not only of pleasure but also of pain. She let out a heavy sigh and settled herself down. She was going to start moving. "...it's time to start the show... my beautiful guard..."

What was John thinking?

Well, the only thing he could think of was that Fredica was too tight. As soon as he entered, he felt a very warm but very tight place. He felt like something was going to rip his penis out. He felt the suction and that she didn't start to move. How can a robot feel so much better than the women he's ever been with? Is that possible? No, how can it be possible?

Fredica is the clear answer to this. Not that he's ever had sex with a robot before. In fact, no one does. But can he tell the difference between Fredica and a real girl... the truth? He does not doubt that Fredica is the best of all. The feel, the warmth, the way it squeezes… he hoped it would be a perfect recreation of the human pussy, and he hoped he wasn't going to feel gears demolishing his dick.

He threw his head back at the sensation. She was the best. He also forced himself not to finish, and he turned very red. His gaze met hers. He was close to moving his arms and putting his hands on her butt.

"...it's in..." She let out a long perverted sigh. She had settled down. A long time passed to feel something like that. At that, she noticed the blond. "Hey? Look at your face... I knew you would like a little bear like me... much better than a chicken or a rabbit, right?" She took his hands. She took the guard's hands and brought them to her ass. "I know you want it... take it." As soon as she placed them, she felt a jolt of electricity all over her back. "You really wanted to take my ass, huh?" She flashed a bigger smile than ever. If you looked closely, you could see her golden version lying on the desk while she was already near touching herself. "Enjoy... and I hope... that you make me enjoy..."

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John's apartment, 11:24 am

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He woke up.

He yawned slowly as he tried to get up from his bed, but there was no way to get up, being very comfortable but somehow tired. That's why he didn't want to get up... but in fact, he felt the pain coming from his crotch and legs. He couldn't move at all, and if he did, it cost him a lot. He winced a few times. He had no choice but to look at the ceiling while he blinked, again and again, remembering.

"What happened last night?" He has to admit that he doesn't know much. He has small mental images but does not remember everything in its entirety. If he has to guess, he sure did something he shouldn't. He can be sure of that because something like that happened to him in the past, because he was somewhat of an idiot, and he regretted it a lot the next day. Though, it's totally different now. "I remember looking at the cameras and then…" Little by little, he remembered Fredica. He remembered that she was naked and that she sat on his lap. Until then, he didn't remember much, but he got a good idea of ​​what happened. He put his hand to his head, his face, as he shook his head. "Please... tell me I didn't do anything wrong this time..."

He turned to the side of his bed.

How would you feel if you have a little Fredica plushie next to you that seems to be watching you at all times?

What surprised him a little, also scared him, was that there was a golden version of Fredica, also staring at him, and it seemed that both plushies seemed to smile at him. He was scared now because he moved a little bit, and those eyes were moving.

He took both anyway. They were two cute little plushies. He looked at them carefully, and the details were great. It was as if he had Fredica in front of him... a cute cuddly toy though... can't say the same for this golden version of her. It was weird. He saw her eyes, and it made him feel too weird. It was as if something wanted to enter him, apart from being able to feel a slight chill.

He left the plushies on the bedside table. As he could, he tried to get up. His body aches now that he realizes it more. No, that's wrong. It felt like something had hit his crotch hard. Although this is relative. He has already made up a mere idea about the matter. He couldn't feel more ashamed, and he was sure that if his boss found out...

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[Epic Phone Ringtone]

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He squeezed his eyes shut at the sound of that shit.

He was going to get up anyway so he could wash up and after that, have breakfast. From there, well, he would go to the supermarket to buy something to eat. He can't always eat pizza, even though it's free, so it must vary. He has some money and can survive this month. Troubled, he got up. He walked into the small room. His phone rang and rang. He wanted to let it ring and ring, but his head was pounding.

He looked doubtfully, but there was no other choice but to pick it up and take it to his ear. "Hello?"

"Oh, hello. It's me, your boss... uh... how come I don't know your name yet?"

"The feeling is mutual," he replied. There was silence. He denied it because he really didn't know his boss's name... if it was... but obviously, he was because he recognized his voice. "My name is John."

"Oh great, John. I may not have told you my name either, but my name is Nicholas."

"Well, Nicholas... what happened?"

"Can you come to talk to me in a few hours?" His tone of voice was concerned. For a few moments, began to fear. "I need to talk to you about some things about your job and find out about something about your shift and what's happened. Come at 3:00 p.m. Do not miss it."

"Understood boss, I'll be there at that time." After saying goodbye, he hung up. He closed his eyes tightly to open them in the same way. His hands went to his waist as he shook his head. Indeed, his fears were realized. "I think I did do something wrong in the morning."

He nodded.

When he then turned around to go to the bathroom and begin to relieve himself, the pain did not go away at all. Certain that he was going to be around for a while, he wanted to believe his lie. Inside the bathroom, being nowhere near using the toilet, he saw that Fredica's plushie was on top of its lid and that her golden version was on the sink counter.

Still, out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the reader with a serious face.

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Freddy Fazbear's, 3:00 p.m.

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"Boss?"

"Ah, John, it's nice to have you in my office. Come on, sit down. Good. Listen, first of all, I want to congratulate you on the work you've been doing. Nothing bad has happened, everything is in order, and I can see that you are doing really well. Have you seriously not done this job before?"

"Not at all, sir. I have worked night shifts, but not as a guard."

"What did you work on before? Oh, don't worry, it doesn't matter. I just want to say that seriously, it is a great joy that our family can count on someone like you."

"Will you give me a raise?"

"Maybe."

John was serene, but inside, he kept shouting very happy and close to being able to uncork some champagne to celebrate.

"But actually, I also have a question about something." The uncorking had to stop to look at Nicholas again. "A small revision was made to the animatronics like every morning. Fredica presented some tampering with her system." John was a little worried right now because he doesn't expect her to get to tell him what he was afraid to reveal. "You've done something?"

"NO!" His start surprised Nicholas. He even looked at him confused. Realizing this, he coughed and sat up once more. "No, no, sir. I did not do anything wrong."

He stared at him for a moment. He doesn't know if he's lying or not. If he takes into account his work, he can understand that he doesn't lie and hasn't shown weird signs with the animatronics. He has proven to be sincere. He can't doubt. "You have to know that altering the functioning of the animatronics leads to immediate dismissal," he ended up saying anyway, "are you sure you haven't done anything like that?"

"I can swear I didn't do anything wrong, sir." It's just that he hasn't done that. Fredica sure did something like that with Foxy but, she seems to be the same. He brought his hand to his chest. "If I did, I hope lightning strikes me and splits me in half."

A rumble of loud thunder could be heard outside. It wasn't a nice day to say but the blond, when saying this, couldn't help but look beyond the ceiling of the office, feeling that he was being extremely watched, even more so when he said this.

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They looked at each other then. John was smiling nervously, to which Nicholas just shook his head.

"Come with me."

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Pirate's Cove, 3:30 p.m.

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Nicholas brought John to the pirate's cave, where Foxy was telling stories to the children as she seemed to always do. The blonde can intuit that they were the same as always because he has already heard the stories a bit. Even so, it never ceases to amaze him how it is possible that she gradually changes the words, using both her broken pirate language as if she were a normal person and yes, there is never a lack of clarifications at the end that they should never do this, at all.

John then began to show doubts.

Considering that animatronics at night move around and seem to do whatever they want, isn't it the same with Foxy right now? She talks, walks, does what she wants during the day, and no one seemed to care. That's why she looked at Nicholas with a lot of doubt because he didn't show any concern.

"Foxy seems friendlier than before," Nicholas said then as he looked at her. Yes, she, Foxy, was doing her show like always, but you could tell, he could tell in fact this, that she seemed to be a little nicer than before. Her way of using words and such was aggressive, just the way she is... but right now, she wasn't that aggressive anymore. "I remember that before she was more aggressive than ever, and in the way she narrated her stories, it showed. She seems… softer now." He looked at John. "Are you sure you haven't done anything?"

"I'm sure of it," he said. "The only time I came here was to check on her because there were no children."

"She usually takes a few breaks."

"A robot taking some breaks?"

"Foxy is programmed that way," he was saying. "She also has specific memories of a life that has been implemented for her. Furthermore, her personality is also one that has been created specifically for her. With that and with her role that she can interact with children, it's a good show."

"That means that the rest must surely have the same thing, right?" Nicholas didn't understand his question. "That thing that makes them move."

"Foxy is the only one that has it activated," John said that this was a vile and disgusting lie, a dirty one in fact. "There was a time everyone was on, it didn't end well."

The mere memory was not very good to say. Brings back bad memories, too.

"Does it have something to do with...?"

"With nothing, don't worry," he told him right away. "The issue is that Foxy has shown to change a bit when it comes to her attitude. It is not normal. That's why I wanted to know if you've done anything." But John kept denying it and told him that he hadn't done anything. "If so, I can only tell you that please, in case something like this happens and I know it was you or Francis, that you have no doubt that both will be fired without hesitation." He was very serious about this. It is a very serious matter. He can't tolerate them touching the animatronics he's somehow sworn to care for. "I hope you understand."

"Yes, I understand," he agreed. "I won't do anything wrong."

Nicholas left.

John was left alone. He looked at the children very happy. They were very happy to hear how Foxy told stories. Oh yes, she was very detailed in everything. It was scary, but the children were very happy to hear how she murdered some people and all that.

In a short moment, John has seen how Foxy looked in his direction, and from the look she gave him, it pains him to know that he has fully understood what she has meant.

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Pirate's cove, cabin, 3:50 pm

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He couldn't do anything else.

The fact that Foxy looked in his direction and that on top of, that she made some gestures with her mere face for him to come with her, honestly speaking, it scared him a little because considering what happened, it is obvious that he is still processing everything.

Upon entering Foxy's cabin then, she was lying on the huge bed instead of the hammock she always uses. She was... in a somewhat suggestive position, actually. John found this a bit weird, but isn't that weird for him anymore? He has already seen everything here... he was sure that more things were missing, but what difference does it make? She even smiled too. She made him go where she was with her hook. He sighed and denied, but there was no other choice, and then he went to her.

"Alone at last," was what she had said. She sounded... calm, with a touch of affection in her voice that made John unsettled for a moment. Sitting on the side of the bed, she then grabbed him by the neck of his shirt with her hook and brought him to her. She coquettishly laughed a little. "I finally have you to myself..." She wasn't going to let this go. She hugged him. It was she who took the initiative to hug him. The feeling now was different. He was on top of her and buried in her breasts. She could feel some babbling, and it made her feel good, better. Already these hugs were different. No, she can't compare those from last night with this one. The mere idea that there might be children too... why did it make her feel more excited than before? "Dear guard... yes... dear..."

She then separated John. She looked at him blushing. Her grin from ear to ear was noticeable, and the guard could see this clearly. He was himself, also being locked by Foxy's legs so he couldn't get away. Besides, the yandere fox could feel something hitting her lower parts on top of her clothes. She already knows what happens.

But there was a small detail here that she didn't understand at the moment.

Why does the guard smell like that slutty bear?

Why does he smell so much like Fredica?

She could be smiling and everything but her sense of smell, her nose, couldn't lie to her at all. This guard must have messed with that damn bitch Fredica, and now he has the nerve to act like it's nothing in front of her, playing the idiot. How could she let go of this attitude of his?

"Guard…" She didn't break her flirtatious face.

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"You have a really weird scent on you." John can tell that there was no way he could say anything because once again, her hook went through the neck of his shirt. He was face to face once again, this time not seeing an angry face but seeing a smiling face...it's worse. One that looks exactly like the bear that usually sings to children... "Can you explain that to me?"

"...I don't know," was his only answer. "...I do not know."

"Ah… you don't know…" She let out a laugh. At that, she pushed John. She was looking up. He soon felt something sit on top of him. Obviously, it was Foxy. "How fair that you don't know…very curious…" She narrowed her eye. She looked and looked at the blond, who didn't seem to show any resistance. Other than that, she felt his erection. "You do nothing, you know very well what suits you, eh?" And yes, she was expecting this. "That damned bear... she dares to touch what's mine... I'll deal with her later... but you?" Needless to say, she slowly took off her clothes and scratched the guard's clothes so that only his member was out. "...I'm going to make it clear that you belong to me..."

"Can't we do this during the night?"

She hesitated. She thought about it. It may be better. The mere idea that during the night, she breaks into the office to have sex and that there may be a chance that everyone will see how he will surely not resist and will make her totally his, was very tempting. "No. You have to learn your lesson. NOW."

But she didn't want to.

She wanted this now.

It has already been said, but it is emphasized again that Foxy was more eager than ever. The mere idea that there are children around and that they may hear all this, okay, she was a thousand times more eager and can not take it anymore. She has to leave her mark completely on the guard, she can't let him get away, but also, she has to make that bitch Fredica understand that this new guard is hers and no one else's.

MAYBE she would share him a little, but not for them to do that to him.

She licked her lips and looked into the blond's eyes that she loved. Not to because they are blue, but because they showed no fear, ever. They showed some doubt but also showed some fury. She loved that, and it made her even wetter.

"You're going to enjoy this..." she said. "...don't worry... you just won't be able to walk for a while..."

John hoped that no one would notice his graceful way of walking afterward...

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Security office, 4:00 p.m.

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Francis corroborated that nothing bad was happening, and that was the case, nothing bad was happening on the camera screens. Everything was in order. He had already taken care of some little things before with some children but after that, everything has been very normal.

He drank some soda as he nodded and kept looking at the cameras. In one of them, the one that led to the left hallway of his office, he could see a blond man walking with some difficulty. It doesn't seem like it's okay. He was limping a bit. He got up from his seat but to no avail because John was somehow already there, framed in the office doorway.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yes... yes..." A little short of breath, agitated, exhausted, and having difficulty walking, he nodded to Francis with a smile. He was holding on to the door actually. He had a hard time walking, and he doesn't want to remember how a ripped fox mounted him in a way... not so friendly. "I'm... fine... hey, man... is there a place to lay down for a while?" He said with a tone of embarrassment. "I think I'm going to stay until my shift starts..."

"Uh…" He pointed to a sofa inside the office. "It was always there... haven't you seen it?" John clearly denied because he was more focused at the time dealing with the cleanup… or a Foxy who had him by the neck and having to fight to live. "Rest there. I'll let you know when it's your turn."

"Hey, thank you..."

"Don't worry, everything is fine, old man."

Francis really was a good person.

"Try again not to bring anyone and fuck her until she cums everywhere."

Okay, maybe he wasn't a very good person... but he liked him for being good and for understanding him to a certain extent.

Lying back on the sofa and closing his eyes a little to forget what Foxy has done to him, he was going to scratch his stomach. He did, but before he felt something. On top of it, there was one of the plushies that he had at home. It was gold more than anything. He glanced sideways at Francis, who seemed very into the cameras. Again he looked at the little gold Fredica plushie. He stared at it a few seconds longer and then picked it up and tossed it into the trash can, scoring a three-pointer.

He already felt that all this with the weird plushies is too strange, and he'd better close his eyes to rest a bit and be ready mentally, not physically because of what happened with Foxy, but for his night shift.

John didn't realize that once again, that golden Fredica plushie had placed herself on top of him, and this time, she was going to start kissing his face.

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Things are gonna go downhill from now on. Prepare yourselves.