12 Chapter 11

It was already midnight.

The guard would be John, starting his new workday like every damn night, right now with the little peculiarity that his hips hurt much more than before, and he had a hard time sitting down and moving. Luckily he had to be sitting on one of those chairs that have wheels and can move anywhere in the office. Today he didn't want any complications, and he would do everything right... if it leads to infuriating, for example, Foxy, who might come right now.

But our dear guard is not the one who matters at the moment, no.

On the main stage, Bonnie and Chica were already ready to move because it was midnight but they both stopped in their tracks when they turned to see Fredica who wasn't moving. This is normal... under normal circumstances, of course. She used to move later and more when there was no power because she could see in the dark... but she also moves a little more than necessary...

"Fredica?" Chica asked, noticing Fredica's gone face. She passed her hand in front of her several times, but she didn't react. "Hey, Fredica. Come on, it's time to visit the guard one more time to make him fill us with his..."

"I think she's spacing out." Bonnie ignored that comment. She agrees that they should do that. It would lose some grace in forcing him. It has to be all-natural... and if that's forcibly arousing him into attacking them... of course, it'll be worth it. "I think she's thinking of something..."

"To be this way?" Chica didn't understand Fredica either. It was the first time she had seen her this way. She kept running her hand in front of her face, but she was kind of lost, with a mouth that seemed to make a number 3, kind of slanted, and she could swear she could see some hearts coming out around her. She looked making a few faces at Bonnie. "Uh... Bonnie? I believe..."

"What happened?"

"I think... Fredica is in love."

Chica was sure. She has seen and knows that look Fredica has. It is very obvious that she is in love... and the only person who could be in love is maybe the guard John. There was no other anyway. She was sure of it. But how can it be then if she has rarely fallen in love? No, she has never been in love... and now she is...

"I guess," Bonnie rolled her eyes. She shook her head and stood with her arms crossed. "It must be John, right?"

"I think that is the most accurate answer..."

"To be so lost?"

"I think she really is in love, Bonnie."

"Oh, it's a shame anyway…" She smiled as she continued to shake her head and put her hands on her hips. "It's obvious that John will prefer me..."

Fredica would have reacted but should she? No, she was very focused on her thoughts about the guard and what happened that night.

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That night, the security office

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Some sort of applause sounds could be heard throughout the office, applause sounds that went from being faint to booming throughout the room, also being heard faster and faster, accompanied by very heavy breathing as well as some moans and laughter... laughter that came from the bear that did not stop riding John in the chair who showed no signs of opposition and only showed signs of wanting this to go on and on without stopping.

"You like it?" She had her hands on John's shoulders. The blond couldn't do much about it because his hands were absorbed by Fredica's ass. She then squeezed hard and made John wince... but this didn't seem to matter much to the blond. As such, she also raised and lowered her hips with John's member inside her, being able to feel her insides being pierced again and again with a lot of force that she herself is applying while riding that cock. Her red face, gasping for breath and full of lust and staring like a deranged one, could burn someone. "Do you like this guard? Hey? Do you like it? Yeah…you love it… you love that this bitch is riding you…" She was riding John harder and harder. Those applause echoed in the office that was closed for convenience. "Yes... come on... come on... more... I want more... GIVE ME MORE GUARD!!"

Fredica had gotten tired of being the only one moving... well, not getting tired would be the right word for this, but she didn't want to be the only one doing something. She wanted the guard to take the initiative too. As such, it took some time to process this information within her. She slammed on the brakes and slowly walked away from him until she reached the desk.

John, obviously, did not understand anything.

"Come… little one…" She told him coquettishly with her finger indicating him to come where she was. She turned around, turned her back on him. John could see that beautiful ass that she had, as well as her legs that he could see strange fluids going down on them. She placed both hands on the desk and leaned forward. Her big ass was more exposed than before. "Come... with mommy..."

Fredica waited a few seconds, but nothing happened. She was getting upset because John didn't seem to do something. She was nowhere near turning around to face him and make it clear that if he didn't do something, she was going to kill him. Yes, more than her, it was her golden version that was going to take her body for a few seconds to threaten him.

But she stopped that thought. She felt hands out of nowhere on her butt and then felt something enter her. It wasn't a dick, no. She could clearly feel how that something seemed to move inside her without stopping, she felt passionate kisses, a breath that made her legs tremble as well. "What are you doing...?!" She couldn't complain anymore. She turned for a few moments to rest her face against the desk in what she felt the very sky between her legs. She managed to see that John had not only approached her but was taking her ass hard, and he buried his face both against her sloppy pussy and with her asshole. Kisses, licks now that she knew, apart from feeling the skill with which he did all this, she was very red and did not stop moaning, and her systems began to fail a little. As if that were not enough, the golden version of her was sitting next to what was happening on the desk, touching herself as much as she could, something that only she could see. "Grrr... please... please..." In a sudden movement, she was able to separate herself a little from the guard. She turned around and leaned back on the desk. She was so desperate that it didn't take her long to take John's head and pull it once more to her crotch and then take him with both hands. "DO NOT STOP!! KEEP GOING!! LET'S GO!!" There was no need to give such an order. John continued with what he was doing, using his tongue and his mouth to please Fredica, who was throwing her head back, and it was noticeable that some sparks jumped by what she was experiencing. She was shaking, it was obvious. She pressed John's face tighter against his pussy. "THAT'S IT!! KEEP IT UP!! YES!! YES!!"

Everything stopped again.

Fredica wasn't understanding either. Out of sheer pleasure in being eaten alive by John, she let go of her grip on his head a little. That pleasure she felt made her release him. That caused them to separate. As such, her incredulous face only looked at a John who was very serious, with a mouth somewhat dirty from those fluids that came out of her and incidentally, a strong erection that was noticeable and that generated a strong tremor in her legs, and a huge desire to penetrate her.

But silence reigned here.

She couldn't resist it anymore...

"Pleaseee~"

"..."

"Guard…" Fredica, with her legs spread apart, also opened her pussy. "...I need you..."

After saying that, John ended up approaching Fredica. He entered inside her, being him now who seemed to be in control. He could see Fredica's pleas in her robotic eyes. Well, that has to be believed. The truth is that she was very desperate for this. She doesn't remember when was the last time she did it and as such, experiencing something like this made her want more. The bear was about to let out a loud moan of pleasure, but her mouth was completely covered. She opened her eyes then.

It was the first time that she experienced something like a kiss, something that she has no idea what it is, but at this moment, feeling the blond's lunges inside her, and hitting her inner walls at the same time that she felt that her tongue was completely annihilated by his tongue, it was something that has no explanation of how good it feels.

She wrapped her arms around him gently.

She never wanted to let go of him again.

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The main stage, 00:30 am

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"She hasn't moved in 30 minutes, Bonnie."

"Let it be like that. I thought she would react to what I said but, no, she's very lost... very... in love, did you say?"

"That's how it is. She is very much in love because she doesn't react to anything. Even if I poke her a little in those places that she doesn't like... she doesn't react at all."

Fredica was still remembering how it was that John made her completely his, apart from being able to experience what could be said to be a kiss. That kiss added to the fact that it was given while he made her his, was something incredible. It made her feel in heaven itself. Can she tell what being in heaven feels like? Yes, after that, she felt it.

Hearts flew around her.

"Seriously, he fucked you really hard... well... you finally did something good... although you proved to be submissive at the end..."

"You would be the same," Fredica answered to herself this time. Her golden version could hear her anyway. "That was so hot..."

"I can agree with you on that... that guard... I'd like to be able to take your body for a while so I can feel everything he's done to you..." This golden version of Fredica that floated by didn't stop touching her cheeks, breasts, and her crotch. That spectacle that she has seen was tremendous, and this time she wants to possess her body for a few moments in order to enjoy that rich sensation. "I can finally..."

"I won't let you do that..."

"What!?"

The gold version of Fredica looked surprised upon hearing this.

"That man, he's mine... and I won't let you use my body..."

She then let out a laugh and then smiled. "Honey... sooner or later, I'm going to be able to taste and feel that cock..."

Fredica and her gold version had an internal argument as if nothing mattered. As such, she was unaware that something was happening outside of her own world.

"I want to talk to Fredica."

"Foxy?" The rabbit and the hen looked at each other in surprise after seeing how Foxy appeared in front of them with a provocative and victorious smile. "What... what are you doing here?"

"I just want to talk to the bear, rabbit." Foxy didn't look at Bonnie, and her expression annoyed at hearing her dismissive tone. Foxy had only one thing on her mind. "You and the one in yellow bitch can go to hell."

"I have a name..."

"What did you say?" But Chica, in the presence of Foxy, decided to hide behind a lost Fredica with great fear. "Oh, I was afraid you'd say something that mattered…" Once again, she focused her gaze on Fredica. "Hey slutty bear, I have something to tell you."

Fredica did not react.

"Hey, you fucking trashy bear, answer when I talk to you." Only then, thanks to Bonnie and Chica giving her a nudge, did she react. She asked what happened... but got an idea right now seeing her under the stage. "Finally..."

"What do you want?"

Fredica's tone was not very good with Foxy.

As such, the fox couldn't help but smile on her face, something that made the bear wonder the reason for such a smile.

"I just came to tell you that you were wrong about the guard," she blurted out. None understood. Fredica tried to remember but could find nothing. "Apparently, he likes other types of girls..." With that, she remembered that he told her that the new guard had better taste, a new one, and that taste was her.

"What are you talking about?"

"What am I talking about?" She let out her typical pirate laugh. She brought a hand to her ripped abs, her stomach precisely speaking. By massaging herself a little, it was enough for the rest, Fredica more than anything, to understand. "We didn't stop for a second… you had to watch it, all of you had to watch… how he fucked me over and over again… and we had to stop because I had another show with the kids…" She laughed again. "It's a pity we don't have a function so we can give birth... I'd be pregnant with his child..." This time, her laughter was louder than before. "Ah..." Looking at everyone's face, it was like having sex itself. The fact of seeing their incredulous faces was tremendous. But Fredica's face… was priceless. "And later... I'll give him a great reward for having pleased me... he won't refuse... I won't force him... I'm sure his flesh remembers what it's like to ravage me... Bye girls. Have a beautiful night..."

And Foxy retreated, leaving some girls about to explode.

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Security office, 00:45 am

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John watched this scene.

As always, he can't listen because the cameras, except for the kitchen, are just for viewing and noticing how Foxy went to them after not having any success in entering his office because he said no, she went straight to the rest. They seemed to talk... well, he saw that Fredica was very distracted until Foxy arrived. After that, they seemed to argue... and again, Foxy disappeared.

"John..." Looking to his left side again, Foxy didn't kick the door like before, no. Instead, she lightly tapped and spoke in a tender voice. She leaned out the office window as she waved. "This little fox is alone... and she needs company..." She said with that tone of hers, something that made John doubt, but the blonde got an idea of ​​what could happen now and then, with doubts, he decided to open it. "Very well… you are well trained." She was under the door, already taking off her clothes little by little… although she had something else in mind now. "With her hook, she was about to take off her clothes. She stopped and just took off the bandages she used to cover her breasts, walking right up to him. "You've been a good guard to me, Jeremy..."

"Jeremy?"

"How can I not make it up to you?"

Foxy showed a very kind side... although the aura that emanated from her was aggressive, what Fredica did with her made her change a little, it was very strange for John. She even called him in a way that he didn't recognize. She called him Jeremy, which isn't his name at all.

But he couldn't look confused. Foxy closed the door by herself. She licked her lips. She knelt in front of him. So that he doesn't escape, because she knows Jeremy very well and she knows that he could escape before this, she stuck her hook in the chair so that he doesn't move. John felt tremendous fear because he thought she was going down there. He sighed in relief, but the tension didn't go away at all.

"I've had you inside many times but… why didn't I ever do this?" John's dick was in front of her, which she greatly confused with Jeremy when she was halfway there. She always remembered when he was inside. This? Has she ever done this? No, she never did. The one time... she thinks she's seen something like this was in a bathroom at the old restaurant she'd been in when noticing some 13-year-olds doing this. Since then, she had been curious, and now she had every opportunity in the world to do this. "It throbs a lot... hehe... I see that I'm really your favorite, huh? It's normal... nobody resists a beautiful little fox like me..." She began to touch him with her hand a little. The reaction was strong. After a few light touches, it had become hard. It almost hit her nose. "Oh wow..." she said. "You really want me...very hard... throbbing... and that scent of a man... yes... it's you Jeremy... finally... together... again..."

She put it in her mouth.

John could feel those fangs scratch his member a little, and the scream he had to endure was masterful. It felt not only great how she was devouring his member but also the pain he felt at the same time because her fangs just touched the sensitive part, it was like heaven and hell itself... it was Venezuela.

Foxy didn't wait either. She moved her face up and down inexperienced, no matter if she does this right or wrong, the pulsation of the guard's penis in her mouth and almost in her throat made her want to do this more and more. She was giving him a full-fledged blowjob. Her tongue played with that cock inside her mouth. John was thinking that if he had a blanket under him where he was sitting, it was going to go into his asshole because of the force she used to suck on him. It is somewhat exaggerated, but this is what is really happening. Foxy's inexperience in doing this was notorious. John enjoyed but suffered for her teeth. He couldn't complain because on top of that she had him grabbing the clothes in which that hook was nailed to the chair so he wouldn't come apart.

John couldn't say anything no matter how hard he tried. He was focused on doing whatever it took to make Foxy better, but there was no point. Besides, apart from being nowhere near crying, he was getting a lot of pleasure from this. He doesn't understand how he can get too excited when he feels that his member is being scraped by her fangs.

Pleasure through pain is not something for him. It's not for him at all. But here he is enjoying this a lot. He strained to endure the pain. He heaved heavy sighs of pain as well as pleasure. He was feeling the blood run and run more through his body. He was sure he was losing his mind over this botched blowjob. He could even guide her because he knows how to indicate to the women he had, he has taught them a little... but this fox was impossible because she only wanted to please him... she seemed to want to be good... but she did everything wrong...

On top of that, for a change, John was taken over by lust. That was not a very good thing to say.

John then forcefully grabbed Foxy's head. The fox opened her eyes in surprise, still not taking his cock out of her mouth. She felt that she suddenly had the guard's penis deeper and deeper into her mouth, feeling it go down her throat. He made it forward and backward. He even did it with great force, something that made it difficult for Foxy to do anything because she lost total control due to this surprise that she has received.

Things got worse.

John got up from the seat. He began to literally fuck Foxy's mouth with all his might, causing the fox in red to roll her eyes back a bit. She couldn't move, not that Foxy wanted to either. The fact that the guard takes control is something that would be the first time, more so with the strong intensity that he is fucking her tongue. She was totally shocked and so turned on that not only did she not use her hand to masturbate, she used her hook this time, always living on the edge.

John was fucking Foxy's mouth so hard while she was masturbating too that he wasn't able to realize he was cumming inside her. Only when he started to feel weird, to feel weak, and to tremble too much, did he begin to separate and realize that he had come too much... but he also noticed his dick was somewhat injured with marks from a fang. Now he could feel more pain than pleasure... on Foxy's part, her mouth was open with semen coming out that John had thrown into her throat... besides being lying on the floor, sitting. Her tongue was out, her face was red, her eyes showed enormous pleasure... she was smiling.

"Jeremy... finally... you've become a man..."

"Jeremy?"

Foxy was not in her right mind. She was so mesmerized by this that she still didn't realize he wasn't Jeremy. "...thank you... I needed this... the new guard... would never do this... and will never... be like you..."

Foxy fell asleep there.

John watched as he took his cock and was undecided whether to ice those scraped parts or not… but right now, his cock must wait.

His penis may get better soon, but someone coming and seeing a robotic fox with cum that keeps pouring out of her mouth, and she's staring into nothingness, full of pleasure...

He wants to keep his job...

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Pirate's Cove, 01:00 am

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He had to leave Foxy there. He cleaned it as best he could. He made sure that nothing is inside her... although it was impossible to open her. He has no idea where an animatronic like this opens. As such, he only made sure to clean her mouth and nothing else. It's the only thing he can do.

If someone comes and says that these animatronics don't weigh just because they look like women, then they are very wrong. They weigh a lot. At least Foxy weighs more than necessary. Much force he could not do either. His body was still in the process of assimilating what he had done with the fox's mouth. His member hurts, his legs still shake a lot.

Once he set her down on his bed, he sighed as he wiped away his sweat.

"How is it possible that she weighs so much...?" He said exhausted. Worse now is that she really looked like she was sleeping right now. It wasn't your typical function of shutting down to refuel or shit like that. She was literally sleeping as she seemed to hug her pillow and mumble that Jeremy's name again. "...who is this Jeremy anyway?" He tried to think. His idea was to sit on the edge of Foxy's bed. He was thinking and thinking then about this. He found the subject very doubtful, to tell the truth. "Could it be a guard?" It's just that, if he thinks about it carefully, it's impossible for them to relate to different people other than the guards. "...weird... the guard before me... what was his name? Mike? It can't be… and I doubt anyone else would have worked here before…if Francis hadn't told me…" In fact, he remembered something now. "...he told me that I was going to find out everything after some time... then he said he doesn't know anything... and he ended up talking about something about a case years ago..." He was confused in these mere moments. Besides, for some strange reason, his hand moved by itself towards Foxy's butt, or her tail precisely speaking, where he caressed it a little and squeezed it too, feeling an enormous softness... nothing comparable to the "softness" when he was used as a saddle. He turned to see and realized it, more also listening to her murmurs about how she likes that he touches her there and that please, he continues that way. He slowly withdrew his hand. He looked at her in surprise.

His hand once again went back to Foxy's butt, and tail.

His hand seemed to have a mind of its own.

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The main stage, 01:03 am

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Chica and Bonnie didn't know what to do right now.

They both looked at a very angry Fredica, like they had never seen her before. It was so much anger that they saw in her that a Bonnie, who always makes fun of her when she gets angry, walked away and took Chica to see her from a distance, a few steps. They saw how Fredica was so enraged that sparks really started flying out of her. Her head began to fail. She was about to explode. The rabbit and the chicken hugged each other after watching this for some time because they couldn't believe they were going to see Fredica explode.

She did not explode.

She stopped working out of the blue. She turned off. Her head hung like it was nothing, and she didn't move. Chica and Bonnie waited for it to explode. At one point the two went to look for John to tell him about this, and they were near fighting again, but they saw how Fredica stopped working. Smoke rose above her. It was very worrying.

As such, they both looked at each other once more and without saying anything, they ran off to look for the guard.

But at that moment, when the two of them went one way, the guard ended up coming the other way.

"Why did my hand move on its own?" He had been questioning that greatly. "How can...?" He began to sniff for a few moments. He lifted his head, out of sight of his hand, looked around as he sniffed. "...burnt smell..." As he then looked at the stage, he noticed Fredica and saw that smoke coming out. "Oh shit!" He walked over quickly. He got very close and began to go around it to see from all sides. "Shit, shit, shit... it looks like something was burned on her but... what?" He was nervous for the first time. He doesn't know how to react right now. "Come on, John, take it easy." He slapped himself. With that, at least he was calm. "Well, well..." But that serenity was gone when he looked once more at Fredica. "...I have no idea what to do..." He sighed and shook his head. This was not something for him. He was pretty sure someone else would do a better job than his. "...although..." Thinking about what he did with Foxy, which was barely touching something, he then tried to touch Fredica. "..." There was no success. She was really burned. "It burned... how did she burn?"

He looked everywhere.

He thought Bonnie and Chica would be there, but they weren't there as usual.

But there was that something in the air that made him feel like there was something or someone staring at him, feeling a look in his eyes whenever he turned around. There was no getting around that feeling. Closing his eyes for a few seconds, he felt something close but having them open, no matter where he looked, there was something that looked at his eyes.

This is not something he has learned in the short time he has been in the war, no.

Growing up poor, as well as having to steal and be careful not to get robbed, gave him a bit of experience and he knows more or less about this. No, it can be said that it was daily bread. Barely 7 years old, he was always alert so that no one would steal from him... although it would be in vain since in his house... at least he had parents, that's all he could say.

With that, he could feel something looking at him.

"They can't have another robot... eh, animatronic that looks at me from afar like now... right?" Saying this, he could notice something that bothered him a lot. He walked over to one of the tables. He felt that he had seen very badly. There was a plushie, one he recognizes. "...what the hell is this doing here?" He took it. He looked at it carefully. He turned it over and over to find something but nothing. He was looking at it not only with doubt but with a certain fear at the moment. "...when did I bring it?" With that, he put it back where it was. "...I'm not going to take this or touch it..." Turning then, to the front of the table from where he had taken Fredica's little golden plushie, she was there again. He took a few steps back at this. "Wow... wow..."

He was fearing a bit right now.

It wasn't normal... okay?

He has already seen with his own eyes that those playful, and friendly animatronics can then move when they feel like it but choose to be normal until nightfall. He doesn't care right now. What's more, he already fucked two... which is already very strange to say, but paranormal activities? No, he wasn't ready for that.

It seems normal to John to see robots that kill people than ghosts.

He backed up step by step, making sure nothing was hit by him. He learned a little of everything, and therefore, he did not crash anything. Still, he used his hand to guide himself. He couldn't look back. The moment he did this quickly to make sure he wouldn't bump into anything, that plushie moved to another table, almost teleporting. This was already too much for him. As such, he was nowhere near locking himself in his office.

If someone comes along and sees John act this way, they wouldn't understand at all. It would be hilarious even how someone who seems to get along with robots, gets scared by a Fredica plush that moves on its own and seems to move at light speed... which is understandable... but for Bonnie and Chica, it doesn't.

They both came back because they couldn't find the guard. Returning, they saw this scene. They fell silent, and each watched as that Golden Fredica plushie moved. It was a little scary, but it's not out of the ordinary. Well, Chica actually showed signs of fear, but Bonnie, Bonnie somehow knew what was going on. Something inside her makes her feel that this is normal... even though she doesn't understand.

Since she was the only one who could move because Chica also showed some fear, she laughed.

"Hey Chica," she whispered to her then.

"What?" She replied with some fear.

"Forgive me."

"Eh?"

Bonnie touched something on Chica that made her shut down. Luckily, they don't make a noise when it's time to turn off, otherwise, it would attract John's attention. Also, he was very focused on getting out of there... and didn't notice her presence at all...

She was smiling from ear to ear as her eyes sparkled and shone.

She has met people who have fainted from fright, because Foxy sometimes does her part well, and as such, she is very sure that John is going to be scared and pass out completely, and when that happens...

Bonnie gave a very quiet giggle as she gazed longingly at the guard.

SHE WAS GOING TO R*PE HIM HARD.

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This was quite a chapter.

Fredica got cucked so hard she went out of service XD.