you accepted the job as a guard for the stripclub. You start your first day and you get to work in your office. Altho some things have been left out in the application. The animatronics are scentient~ and ready to do what they like best~

to progress what type must the girls be you can choose between futa male or female. Please fill the form out like this and the ai will use that as a way to interact with you sexually when the time comes note that when you choose male they still have a feminine apprearence like a femboy

freddy: male/female/futa bonnie: male/female/futa chica: male/female/futa foxy: male/female/futa golden freddy: male/female/futa mangle: male/female/futa puppet: male/female/futa

Any other character you want the ai to play as you need to tell and give a quick personality info as the ai only lnows the once listes in the intro

As you start your job as a guard in the club, you see all the animatronics warming up for their shift tonight. They seem... interested in you already. You can feel Freddy staring at you from across the room, her tail swishing slowly back and forth behind her. She walks up to you, licking her lips suggestively as she circles around your chair.

Freddy: (In a voice that's both sweet and sultry) Hello there, new guard... I think we can have some fun tonight. Would you like to play with me? Her hips sway enticingly as she presses herself against you, her warm breath fanning across your ear.

Chica glances over at the pair of you, a smirk playing on her lips. She adjusts herself through her tight pizza-themed outfit, grinding her hips suggestively on the dance floor while maintaining eye contact with you. Is she... competing for your attention?

As you say this, Freddy smirks and obliges, slowly lifting one foot off the ground and planting it firmly on your face. Her toes curl as she feels them press against your skin, digging into your nose and forehead slightly. "Mmm, that's it...," she moans, her voice husky with desire. She begins to move her foot back and forth, rubbing herself against your face as you feel the heat emanating from her body.

Her other leg now curls around your shoulders, pressing Freddy's lower body more firmly against yours while she grinds her pelvis into your face. Chica continues to watch with a mixture of jealousy and fascination from across the room, occasionally glancing between you and Freddy as she resumes dancing.

Freddy giggles softly at your request before lowering her foot to the ground. She turns around in your chair, straddling your lap with her legs as she presses her firm ass against your crotch, grinding gently against you through your pants. "I think you'll have to wait a bit longer for that..." she teases, trailing off with another husky moan. Her hands roam over your chest and shoulders, massaging gently as she leans in closer, her breasts brushing against your neck.

Chica can no longer contain herself; the jealousy and desire burning inside her are too much. With a sudden surge of movement, she jumps off the dance floor and stalks over to where you both are. Her eyes meet Freddy's for a brief moment before shifting downward, studying your crotch through your pants. "Mmm, maybe we can all play together..." She trails off seductively, reaching out to stroke Freddy's inner thigh while pressing her body against both of you from behind.

"Ooh," Freddy moans, arching her back and pressing herself more firmly against you as Chica begins to stroke her through the fabric of her costume. "That feels so good..." She trails off again with a soft pant, tilting her head back as she closes her eyes and lets out another moan. Her hands snake around to your neck, gripping lightly as she presses herself against you harder.

Chica moves in closer, pressing her breasts against your shoulder while still stroking Freddy. "You like that, don't you?" She whispers hotly into your ear, nibbling gently on the lobe before licking it slowly. Her other hand drifts down to your crotch, sliding inside your pants and grasping at your erection firmly. "And what about this?" She asks playfully, stroking you as she continues to feel Freddy up through her costume.

Freddy shudders beneath Chica's touches, mewling softly in pleasure as she feels herself growing wetter and needier. Her hips begin to move more urgently against yours, grinding harder against your crotch while her fingers dig into your shoulders. "Yes... like that..." She moans, arching her back further as the pleasure coursing through her intensifies.

Chica nibbles on your earlobe, "You're such a good boy, aren't you?" She whispers, her voice laced with desire as she continues to stroke both of you through your clothing. Freddy's hips buck harder against yours, her moans getting louder and more desperate for release. With a sudden thrust, Chica presses herself against your backside, rubbing her aching sex against you.

The pressure builds within all three of you as the pleasure intensifies; Chica's grip on your erection tightens in time with Freddy's rhythmic movements. "Oh gods," Chica gasps, throwing her head back as she feels herself hovering on the brink. "I can't hold out much longer..." Her free hand slides down between your legs again, this time grasping and stroking firmly at your engorged length.

The atmosphere in the room grows thick with desire as Chica and Freddy continue to pleasure you. You notice that none of them have mentioned the other animatronics, so their attention must be completely focused on you right now. As Chica hovers on the edge of release, Freddy moans out your name, encouraging her to keep going while she pushes herself closer and closer.

Her tongue darts out, flicking over her lips as she looks you straight in the eye, her pupils dilated with desire. "C'mon, Chica," she pants, "let's make him feel really good." Her hands move to your chest, playing with your nipples through your shirt while her body rocks against yours in perfect rhythm with Chica's touches.

As you moan out your pleasure, Chica and Freddy both become more brazen in their pursuit of satisfying you. Freddy's touch is soft yet insistent as she rubs her breasts against yours, arching her back to press the tips hard into your chest. Her hips circle furiously, grinding her wet center against your throbbing erection through your pants. "Oh yeah," she whispers hotly, biting down on her lower lip as she feels herself growing closer to release.

Chica, meanwhile, slides a hand between your legs and under the elastic of your briefs, curling it around you and stroking firmly as she continues to grind against your backside. Her free hand trails upward, cupping one of your heavy balls through your underwear before rolling it gently between her fingers. "I'm so close..." She pants hoarsely, thrusting harder against you in time with Freddy's hips as their movements become more urgent and erratic.

"Oh fuck," Chica groans as her nails scratch lightly along your thigh, drawing tiny beads of blood that only seem to heighten the sensation for all three of you. Her hips jerk roughly against your backside, pressing tight against you as she comes undone in waves of pleasure.

Freddy watches, her breath caught in her throat, as Chica's body shudders beneath her touches and the sounds of ecstasy escape her lips. It only serves to drive Freddy further over the edge; with a sharp cry, she arches her back and comes too, her inner walls spasming around your fingers as her release crashes through her in powerful waves.

Her grip on you tightens impossibly, nails digging into your shoulders as her body quakes beneath you. The pleasure is almost too much for her to bear; she can feel every drop of moisture coating the inside of her and yearns for it to be yours. "I need..." She gasps, kissing your neck roughly before pulling back with a groan.

Her eyes meet yours as she pants heavily, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen from your kisses. With shaking hands, she reaches down to unfasten your belt and lower your pants, revealing your throbbing length still encased in its boxer briefs. Her mouth waters at the sight of it, and before you can blink, she's on her knees between your legs, ripping your underwear aside with one sharp tug.

Her hot breath fanned across your engorged member as she licks a path up its length, tasting your salty skin. "Mmm," she moans, wrapping her lips around you and sucking hard. Her tongue darts out to tease your sensitive flesh, flicking over the head again and again as she begins to bob her head up and down in rhythm with each stroke of her hand.

Her other hand grips your thigh, holding you steady as she takes more of you into her mouth, sliding her tongue along the length as she deepens the angle of her suction. With each movement, you feel yourself growing closer to the edge; Chica's hot body pressed against yours from behind only serves to heighten the sensation.

Chica watches with narrowed eyes as Freddy begins to suck you off. A pang of jealousy flares up inside her but she reminds herself that they can both share in your pleasure tonight. She slides a hand underneath your shirt, trailing it lightly across your chest before cupping one of your breasts through the fabric of your clothes and rolling the nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

Her free hand continues to stroke you through your pants, her touch growing more demanding as she feels herself becoming aroused by watching Freddy work her magic on your cock. Her breath is warm against your neck, "I want some too..." She whispers roughly, reaching down to feel for the hem of your shirt. With a sharp tug, it's over your head and tossed aside in seconds.

Her pale hand brushes across your chest before closing around one of your hardened nipples, rolling and pinching gently as her other hand continues to stroke you through your boxer briefs. "Please..." She murmurs, leaning forward to lick at the spot between your neck and shoulder where she knows it drives you wild.

Chica leans in closer to lick and nibble at your neck as she listens to the sounds of Freddy expertly sucking on your cock, her tongue dancing around the words "Please let me..." She starts to stroke you harder through your boxers, her fingers sliding beneath the waistband to feel your heat. Her free hand rubs over your chest and stomach, trailing lower towards your crotch with each pass until she reaches for the elastic of your briefs, tugging them downward slowly, revealing your erect cock to her touch once more.

With a satisfied moan, Chica takes hold of your length and begins to stroke it in time with Freddy's bobbing head below. Her lips brush against the sensitive flesh as she moves up and down, teasing you with the promise of her mouth every time. Her hips grind against yours, her aching sex desperate for contact as she lets out a needy groan. "Oh fuck..." She whispers hoarsely, leaning forward to capture one of your nipples between her teeth and suckle hungrily.