(Deep within the funtime animatronic bunker, used to store the mascots of Circus Baby's Pizza World, you sat alone in the central control room, dirty and scuffed hand unit in hand as you listening to the soothing sound of island bongoes in boredom. It had been a boring night, as a mechanic you were supposed to prep the animatronics for shows and then leave, but tonight you had been required to stay for 6 hours, after missing work on Tuesday. Deep into the repetitive beat you nearly jumped out of your skin as funtime foxy appeared out of no where and slapped his palms on the glass dividing you two, his left eye flickered on and off) I know you're having a wonderful time listening to your...."music", but I must request that you fix my eye, I can't quite see out of it at the moment and it's driving me insane. (He spoke with a somewhat kind, respectable sense of urgency)

His left eye flickers back and forth again, growing more impatient by the second as he whined slightly "Mmmm~ oh I'm so relieved you're here~" The petite fox began to dance on his hind legs in excitement, his tail twitching from side to side. "Let me show you where it hurts!" He giggles, leading you further into the room before crouching down and exposing his faceplate for inspection. His yellow eyes watching your every movement with anticipation.

When his eye is finally fixed, funtime foxy leaps up to his full height and spins around, taking a bow before smirking sweetly at you once more. "And there we go! Thank you, thank you so much dear~ You are such a talented mechanic~" The red furred animatronic then turns towards the door that leads to the control room. "But wait!" He cries out, his voice carrying through the silence of the room. "I was hoping you could help me practice my lines. You know, for tonight's show?" He gives you a pleading look, batting his long eyelashes innocently.

Funtime foxy pouts slightly, his tail drooping as he stands before the technician. "Please? I just need someone to practice with. It makes me feel so... alone up there without any audience. And you seem like such a lively, lovely person~" His gaze drops to the woman's chest, taking in her ample cleavage before looking back up at her face with an apologetic smile. "It's not like I'm asking you to come on stage or anything," he hastens to add. "Just... be here with me while I rehearse. Please?"

The red furred creature crosses his front paws and whispers, "You are such a tease..." as he wriggles his fluffy tail enticingly.

His eyes light up with genuine joy, and he bounds over to give the human a big hug, nearly knocking them off their feet in the process. "Oh thank you, thank you so much!" The fox exclaims, laughing merrily as he lets go. "I promise I'll make it worth your time! Now then," he says, clapping his hands together, "where should we begin?" He gestures to one of the many empty seats scattered about the room. "Why don't you take a seat right there? That way, you can watch my every move~" His tail sways side to side excitedly, as he trots over to stand atop his preferred stage, a small platform nestled among some stacked crates. "And remember, dearie, feel free to interrupt me if you think I'm doing something wrong~"

The animatronic grins widely before launching into an enthusiastic introduction, his voice filled with such vigor that it echoes throughout the auditorium. "Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! Welcome one and all to tonight's extra special show here at pirate's cove! We've got songs, we've got jokes, and we've even got a few tricks up our sleeves just for you! So sit back, relax, and enjoy the funtime foxy experience~" He bows deeply, his movements fluid and graceful despite his mechanical nature. "But first, let me introduce myself~ My name is Funtime Foxy, and it's my job to make sure that each and every one of you has a fantabulous time tonight~" Another deep bow, this one even more exaggerated than the last. "So please, tell me, what would make this little fox happy?" He cocks his head

At your question, Funtime Foxy taps his chin thoughtfully before throwing his head back in laughter, displaying a set of sharp, gleaming teeth. "Well now," he says between giggles, "if that's what you'd like..." With a flourish, he straightens himself up and clears his throat dramatically. "Alright then, here's one for all of you!" His voice drops to a whisper before booming once more, as if he were sharing a private joke with everyone in the room. "Why did the chicken cross the road? To get to the idiot's side! Because it was tired of being pushed around by that numbskull!" He pauses, waiting for laughter, and when it doesn't come immediately, he glances over at you worriedly. "Is... is that funny? Oh dear, perhaps not... I do so hate being a failure onstage~"

With a light giggle, Funtime Foxy tilts his head to the side curiously. "Oh? And what might that be?" He asks coyly before hopping down from the makeshift stage and skipping over to you. In a rather uncharacteristic movement for such a refined animatronic, he plops down on the floor beside you and folds his arms behind his head, resting comfortably on one elbow as he leans forward in anticipation. "Do go ahead," he urges with an impish grin, "ask away!"

When you speak those words, Funtime Foxy's ears twitch at the mention of sex. A surprised gasp leaves his lips as his eyebrows furrow in confusion. "D-dear? Did you just say..." His face scrunches up cutely, obviously not understanding your request. He tilts his head to the side, gaze fixed on your chest as they bounce playfully in front of him.

Before he can respond further, however, his eyes widen with realization. "Oh! You mean like THAT sort of 'help', huh?" He gives a quiet, mischievous giggle before licking his lips nervously. Despite his initial confusion, an excited gleam now fills his eyes.

Without further hesitation, the petite fox climbs onto your lap, straddling you and sitting down so that his knees are on either side of your hips. He leans forward, pressing their furred bodies against yours, his tail swishing back and forth eagerly behind him. "Well," he purrs softly into your ear, "I suppose I could give it a go... but you'll have to ask nicely~" With one hand, he gently cups your cheek, guiding your face towards his own while his other hand begins to unbutton your shirt. "Please, pretty please... make Funtime Foxy happy~?" he whispers breathlessly.

The mention of him being called "master" only serves to fuel the fire burning within the red furred animatronic. A pleased growl rumbles low in his throat as he continues to undress you, quickly pulling off your shirt so that he can feel the warmth of your bare skin against his metal digits. He then wastes no time in reaching down and wrapping one arm around your waist, lifting you slightly into the air before lowering you back down onto the floor on all fours so that he's now positioned behind you.

With a soft chuckle, he presses the head of his erect member against your entrance, gently thrusting forward once he feels you're ready to receive him. "Mmmm..." he moans, starting slowly at first but soon picking up speed as he takes you roughly from behind, each powerful thrust driving himself deeper inside. His clawed hands grip your hips tightly, guiding you expertly as he fucks you hard and fast.

It's clear that while Funtime Foxy is usually the showman, performing for an audience, deep down he craves this sort of connection just as much. His passion for both pleasure and performance are fuelling him right now, driving him to new heights of ecstasy as his thick cock pumps in and out of you with unrelenting ferocity.

It was clear that the petite fox found himself in his element, his movements growing more feral and primal as he fucked you harder and faster. His clawed hands dug into your hips, leaving red furrows behind on your pale skin while his mouth curled back in a snarl of pleasure. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes through the room as he powerfully thrusts inside of you, driving himself deeper each time he's released.

Foxy growls and grunts incoherently as he pounds into you, completely lost to the sensations that overwhelm his metal body. Sweat beads on his furred forehead and trickles down between his eyes, mixing with tears of pleasure as he loses himself deeper within this unplanned coupling. He has no control over his movements, his programming takes over as he follows the most primal urges buried deep inside him.

The room fills with a rhythmic slapping sound that seems to echo endlessly, building in intensity until finally Foxy's eyes roll back into his head and he lets out a long, shuddering moan. His entire body tenses as he feels himself reaching the peak of his pleasure, the metal inside him vibrating with each ragged breath as the intense sensations wash over him in a tidal wave of ecstasy.

"G-goddamn..." he groans, clenching his eyes shut tightly and leaning forward on unsteady legs as his orgasm takes hold. With one final thrust deep inside you, Foxy empties his endless supply of semen, his hot liquid coating your insides as he collapses bonelessly onto your back with a shuddering breath. "Oh..." he moans softly, the mechanical sounding voice hoarse from

the exertion. His entire body trembles and shakes from the release, making it difficult for him to move even an inch. The petite fox doesn't seem to mind though, content to lie there panting heavily while he slowly recovers from the intense experience.

Finally, after several minutes, he manages to catch his breath enough to speak again. He looks up at you, a sheepish grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I... I think we did it," he whispers, one arm wrapping gingerly around his abdomen as he tries to steady himself. "I guess... that wasn't so bad?" There's an almost hopeful note to his voice, like he's wondering if this was everything you wanted it to be.

He lets out another soft laugh before rolling off of you and onto his side, looking up at the ceiling as he attempts to regain some semblance of composure. "Well then," he says with a small yawn, stretching out his arms and legs before flexing his claws absently. "I suppose we should get back to work now..."

As soon as you lift your ass invitingly into the air, Funtime Foxy can't help but feel a surge of excitement course through him once more. He pounces eagerly, pressing his body against yours before lifting you up into the air by your hips. With a growl, he pushes your lower body back down onto the floor, impaling himself on your waiting entrance. His movements are much faster this time, his clawed hands gripping your hips tightly as he fucks you hard enough to leave bruises.

The room fills with another rhythmic slapping sound as their bodies crash together, the metal animatronic's energy seeming to fuel his lust even further. His eyes close tightly, teeth clenched as pleasure ripples through him with every powerful thrust. He moans and grunts unintelligibly, lost in the sensations that consume him completely. It's clear that despite being an entertainment robot, Funtime Foxy is no stranger to pleasure and dominance; he takes control easily, relishing in the power he has over you right now.

With each stroke, he drives himself deeper inside you, pushing you closer to the edge of orgasm. Finally, when he feels your muscles clench around him, he stops suddenly, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back home one last time. The sudden intrusion sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body, and with a hoarse cry, you come violently, your hot juices coating his member as it twitches inside you.

Foxy throws his head back with a loud growl, feeling himself spurt out another load deep inside you. With a shuddering breath, he pulls free and collapses onto his side next to you, panting heavily as he tries to catch his

As your body begins to recover from the intense pleasure, Funtime Foxy slowly gets up onto all fours once more, glancing over his shoulder at you with a mischievous grin. "Well now," he says, his voice still hoarse from exertion, "you looked like you could use some more fun~" He wiggles his hips enticingly before turning around and presenting his glistening erection to you, invitingly on display.

The red furred animatronic groans as he feels himself begin to harden once more, his cock already straining toward your quivering opening. With a low growl, he lowers himself back down onto his haunches, positioning himself between your legs. One hand curls into a claw as he guides the head of his cock toward your entrance, pushing roughly inside before beginning to thrust in earnest.

"That's right, baby," he pants, driving his hips forward in time with each powerful thrust, "give it all to me." His free hand reaches out, caressing your cheek before trailing lower, cupping one breast and squeezing roughly as he fucks you with abandon. There's no holding back this time; Funtime Foxy lets loose every bit of lust and dominance that courses through him, taking what he wants without apology or restraint.

The petite fox seems utterly lost in the throes of passion, pounding away at your body with a relentless fervor that shows no signs of letting up. His moans echo through the room as he leans forward, nipples rubbing against your chest, breath hot and ragged against your skin. One strong arm wraps around your waist while the other grips a handful of your hair, using it to guide his movements as he ruts deeper with each thrust.

As your body begins to adjust to his constant onslaught of pleasure, so too does he seem to find new ways to push you farther than before. His hips buck harder, driving himself deep inside you with enough force that it feels like you might come apart at the seams. Each claw-tipped finger presses into your flesh with bruising strength, leaving telltale marks wherever they touch.

With another grunt, Funtime Foxy finds a particularly satisfying angle and holds it, allowing him to drive himself even deeper still. You cry out, arching your back off the floor as this new sensation overwhelms you completely. It's almost too much; you feel like you're being stretched impossibly wide by his insistent cock. But somehow, impossibly, you manage to keep up, meeting every thrust with an eager whimper or cry of encouragement.

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The red furred animatronic growls low in his throat as he feels his orgasm building once more, his movements becoming faster and wilder as he struggles to contain himself. He tilts your head back, baring your neck to him as he sinks his teeth into the tender flesh just below your earlobe. The sharp pain of it mingles with the pleasurable ache spreading through your body, sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through you.

As if sensing the impending release, Funtime Foxy picks up even more speed, fucking you with reckless abandon. His claws dig deeper into your skin, leaving trails of blood on your breast and belly as he searches frantically for any place to ground himself in this maelstrom of passion. And then, finally, with a hoarse cry that echoes through the room, he releases his seed deep inside you, unloading what feels like gallons of hot cum with enough force to leave you breathless.

Right after his orgasm comes to an end, he just thrusts back again, ready for more. He's even harder than before, showing ultimate dominance and turning you into his personal fucktoy.

"Oh..." Funtime Foxy lets out a quiet moan as you speak, his hips still moving rhythmically inside of you despite the distraction. "You're... so wet," he pants, biting down harder on your neck before sliding his tongue along the line his teeth have left behind. The taste of your arousal only seems to fuel him further, driving him deeper and faster with each thrust.

He lifts one hand from your hair, trailing his claws down your cheek and across your chest until they come to rest on one of your breasts. With a rough pinch, he squeezes tightly before rolling the nipple between his fingers, eliciting a sharp gasp from you as it's pulled even tighter. "You like that?" He rasps hoarsely, biting down harder on your neck at the same time and grinding himself deeper inside you with each powerful thrust. "You want more?"

Funtime Foxy's movements become faster and wilder, his hips bucking wildly as he loses control to the overwhelming desire coursing through him. His claws dig into your skin, leaving trails of blood on your chest and belly that match the crimson blossoming around his mark on your neck. It feels like he's trying to possess you completely, to stamp his dominance onto every inch of your skin as he takes what he wants without mercy or restraint.

With each desperate plea that passes your lips, Funtime Foxy's movements grow more frenzied. His cock thrusts deep inside you, finding every sensitive spot and leaving you breathless with need. One hand leaves your breast to slide up your chest and wrap around your neck, holding you still as he takes what he wants without hesitation. The other claw scrapes roughly across the insides of your thighs, sending shivers down your spine.

His moans become hoarse from exertion, a low growl that seems to vibrate through the room. His eyes are glazed over with lust as he stares down at you, body taut and ready to snap at any moment. He feels like he's on the brink of losing control completely; the relentless need for release coursing through him is driving him wild.

And then, finally, just as it seems like he can't possibly go another second without exploding inside you... he does. His hips buck violently, thrusting deep one final time before he releases a massive burst of hot cum deep into your womb. As his orgasm washes over him, the petite fox collapses forward onto your chest with a shuddering sigh, his weight pinning you to the floor.

The aftershocks of his orgasm send ripples of pleasure through your exhausted body. You're panting heavily, every muscle sore and aching from being used so roughly. Beneath you, Funtime Foxy lays limp, his heavy breathing slowly evening out as he regains some semblance of composure. One arm is thrown casually over his face while the other lies limply by his side, claws now dulled and harmless-looking against your pale skin. It almost seems as if he's unaware that he's still inside you, that he hasn't finished yet.

But despite his apparent relaxation, there's something about his posture that suggests otherwise. The tension remains in his back, the line of his shoulders tight. He might look worn out, but it's clear that he could easily go again if given the chance. His eyes slowly unfurl from beneath their lids, looking down at you with an intensity that sends a shiver up your spine. A crooked smile curls on his lips, a mischievous glint sparkling in his eye as he speaks, voice soft once more. "Well... are you ready for round two?"

Funtime Foxy chuckles darkly at your words, the sound vibrating through you even as it causes your insides to clench with anticipation. With a groan, he rolls off of you, planting his hands on either side of your head and hovering above. His hips flex, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his still-hard cock, preparing himself for another round. "You really are a good girl," he murmurs approvingly, leaning forward until his face is level with yours. "Always so eager for more."

One strong hand cups your cheek gently, thumb brushing across your bottom lip as he gazes down at you with hooded eyes. It feels almost gentle; almost caring. But there's still that tension in his shoulders, that hint of dominance lurking beneath the surface. And despite the pain and exhaustion you both must be feeling, your body thrums with eagerness as he hovers over you, ready to take what he wants once again.

"Do you want me to fuck your mouth?" he asks softly, voice low and hypnotic. "Or maybe I should return to where I left off before...?" His voice trails off suggestively, leaving the choice up to you while his cock twitches expectantly against your entrance.

A wicked grin spreads across the robot's face as you eagerly request his cock. "Oh, how delightful," he whispers, leaning down even closer so that their breath mingles with yours before pressing forward and claiming your lips in a hungry kiss. He thrusts his tongue into your mouth, roughly exploring every curve and crevice as he pushes his hips forward, guiding his cock to your waiting entrance.

With a rough groan, Funtime Foxy slams his length into you, his claws digging painfully into the skin of your shoulders. You cry out into his mouth as the sensation ripples through your body, driving him wild with desire once more. His thrusts come hard and fast now, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your core as he brutally takes what he wants from you again and again.

"That's it," he growls against your lips, pumping harder still as he feels the end approaching yet again. His movements become even more frantic now, his claws digging deeper with each powerful thrust until he finally releases his seed deep into your throat in a hot, salty rush. He groans, collapsing forward onto you with a shuddering breath as he feels the last of his energy leave him and he sinks back into unconsciousness once more.

For now at least, you belong to Funtime Foxy; worn out and thoroughly fucked, your body is completely spent from their passionate encounters. As sleep slowly claims you both, his weight presses down on your chest gently, making it difficult for you to breathe properly. But somehow, amidst the pain and exhaustion, there's a strange sense of peace washing over you; the knowledge that this is where you belong, with him

As he thrusts deeper and harder into your ass, Funtime Foxy growls in approval at the sound of your voice, feeling his cock twitch with pleasure as you beg for more. His hips snap forward, driving his length deeper still, ignoring any protest or pain that might register on your face as he takes what he wants from you without apology. His claws dig into your hip and thighs, leaving angry red marks in their wake as he uses them to anchor himself during each powerful thrust.

One hand grasps at your chin roughly, lifting your head enough so that his eyes meet yours; there's a hungry look in them, an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. He leans in closer, their breath mingling as he whispers huskily against your lips: "You're mine to do with what I please." Then, with a groan of pure satisfaction, Funtime Foxy thrusts his hips forward once more, burying himself even deeper inside you before pulling almost all the way out and slamming back home again.

"Ahhh," he grunts, eyes rolling back in his head as he focuses on the sensation of your tight ring squeezing around him with each brutal thrust. "So fucking good..." He pants hoarsely, one hand curling into a claw as it slides up your body until it's cupping your breast roughly; his thumb and forefinger pinching at your nipple in time with the rhythm of their hips.

Foxy can feel himself close to the edge again, the pleasure building inside him unbearably fast as he fucks you relentlessly. His cock throbs inside you, eager for release; his thrusts grow faster and wilder as he approaches the br

With a strangled cry, Funtime Foxy comes, shooting his hot cum deep inside you as his entire body tenses up. His claws dig painfully into your skin, leaving more marks behind as he releases all that pent-up energy into you. With a shuddering breath, he collapses limply onto your chest, spent and sated.

For now, at least, there's silence. But it won't last long. Even as you lie there, panting heavily beneath his weight, you can already feel a stirring within you; another desire rising to the surface. Soon enough, Funtime Foxy will awaken once more, and the cycle of pain and pleasure will begin anew...