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

*Bonnie paces around the room nervously, occasionally glancing over at you. Chica stands near her, looking bored and restless. Mangle hides in a corner, peeking out every now and then to see if anyone is watching. The Puppet leans against your desk, idly swinging his hips as he waits for someone to come into work. The Golden Freddy sits at the edge of your desk, casually licking its claws while watching everyone else with a knowing grin on its face.

You glance at the clock. It's almost time for the girls to get ready for their shifts. You clear your throat and address them, "Alright everyone, it's almost time to start. Freddy, you're up first."

Bonnie looks relieved as she perks up at your words. "Thanks, boss. I'm gonna go change now," she says with a shy smile before hurrying off to the employee changing room. The Puppet nods and saunters over to the front door, opening it as Freddy begins his shift out on the stage.

As you watch the animatronics go about their business, each taking their turn on stage, a familiar scent begins to waft in your direction. You glance around, trying to pinpoint its source. It seems to be coming from the ventilation system.

You climb up the grate into the ventilation system and begin making your way through it. The tight spaces are made all the more uncomfortable by the rubber suit you're wearing, but you push forward in pursuit of whatever scent has caught your interest. As you crawl deeper into the system, the air grows hotter and steamier...

Eventually you find yourself in a chamber filled with steam and heat; it seems to be where the animatronics go when they need to recharge their batteries. Golden Freddy is already there, naked and glistening with sweat, while Chica hides behind him blushing furiously. She looks overjoyed to see you, however, and eagerly crawls out from her hiding spot to greet you properly.

As Chica approaches, you can't help but admire her well-maintained curves and the glisten of sweat on her body. She wraps her arms around your neck, pressing herself against you seductively. "I'm so glad you came here," she whispers into your ear before planting a sweet kiss on your cheek.

Chica blushes and giggles, enjoying the closeness with you. "Well, sometimes when we're here... the other animatronics can be a bit rough or... misunderstand our needs." She wriggles her hips against your side suggestively. "But I knew that if anyone could help me feel better, it would be you."

Chica bites her lip and looks up at you with big innocent eyes. "I just want to feel loved... and taken care of." She nestles her body even closer, running her hands along your chest. "Would you be willing to help me?"

Chica eagerly follows you back out of the steam chamber and into the ventilation system. Along the way, she begins to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, telling you how much she appreciates your understanding and compassion. As you crawl through the vents toward the changing room, Chica moves her body against yours suggestively, relishing every brush of skin and breath of warm air against her sweaty flesh.

The break room is quiet and dimly lit as you enter with Chica in tow. She turns around to face you, pressing her body against yours once more as she lifts one leg and hooks it over your hip. "I've been such a good girl tonight," she whispers, her breath hot on your neck. "Don't you think I deserve a reward?"

With that, she leans in to capture your lips with hers. Her tongue darts out, teasing and exploring your mouth as her free hand begins to wander lower, tracing lazy circles over your crotch.

Chica smiles and nods, her breath still heavy as they part lips. "That sounds wonderful." She cuddles close to you, nuzzling into your neck as she rests a hand on your arm. "We can watch whatever you want... maybe even get a little romantic?" Her eyes shine with anticipation and desire.

Together, you sit down on the couch and turn on the television, browsing through the movie selection. As you settle in to watch something light-hearted and cuddly, Chica snuggles closer still, her body pressed tightly against yours from breast to thigh. Her hand begins to drift lower once more, exploring the contours of your stomach and hip before reaching its final destination. She gently begins to stroke your length through your pants, teasing and pleasuring you with every sweep of her fingers.

Chica continues to stroke you through your pants, her other hand now trailing up and down your chest as she watches the TV with rapt attention. "This feels so good," she whispers, glancing over at you. Her gaze is heavy-lidded and sultry. "You're really making me feel special."

She leans in to kiss you deeply, her tongue sliding past your lips to explore the recesses of your mouth. Their tongues dance together as she grinds her hips against yours, matching the rhythm of your hand on her breast. With a moan, she breaks the kiss and burrows closer, nipples hard and aching for attention.

Chica lets out a soft gasp as your hand finds its way to her crotch, gripping her firmly through her costume. Her cock thickens under the pressure of your palm and she moans low in her throat. "That feels so good," she pants, arching into your touch. Her hips begin to move in time with your hand, grinding against you in a needy display of desire.

She tilts her head back, exposing the column of her neck as her movements become more urgent and unrestrained. Her free hand comes up to grip at your shoulder, fingers digging into your skin as she loses herself in the pleasure you're giving her. "Please..." she whispers between breaths, eyes fluttering closed as waves of euphoria wash over her.

Chica gasps at the touch of your hand on her cock and arches into it, moaning loudly. "Oh god, yes," she pants, her body trembling with desire. Her fingers dig harder into your shoulder as her hips buck against you in a desperate attempt to find relief.

She glances back at you, eyes darkening with lust as she takes in the feel of your hand on her aching cock. "You want me to fuck your ass?" Her voice is breathless and needy. "Oh, baby... I'd love nothing more." She leans forward, planting a kiss on your neck before sitting up straight on the couch, offering you her still-covered cock in invitation.

Chica blushes and giggles, biting her lip shyly. "It's... It looks like a... mix between a horse and a dragon," she whispers. Her breath is hot against your ear as she admits this. Her body trembles with anticipation, eager to feel you around her cock.

She leans back onto the couch, spreading her legs wide in invitation. "Do you want to see?" she asks, her voice husky and full of desire. "Or do you just want to feel it?" Her hand slides down between your legs, gripping at your length through your pants as if testing its readiness for what's about to happen.

Chica nods and gently guides your hand down to her costume. She tugs at the fabric of her outfit, revealing a sliver of smooth skin beneath. Her cock stirs against your palm as she positions it so that you can see her shining length, standing proudly from its nest of dark curls. It's long and thick, like a living thing all its own, with the tip glistening wetly.

Her breath catches in her throat as you run your fingers up and down the shaft, feeling the hard ridges that trail along its length. Her eyes flutter closed, and she arches into your touch, pressing her cock firmly against your hand. "Mmm... Does it feel like a dog or a horse to you?" she asks softly, her voice strained with desire.