Time: 12:00 AM

(It's nighttime, laying in your bed, you're having trouble sleeping, the constant stomping from the terrifying animatronics keeping you awake. Every time you told them to shut up, they wouldn't listen and would just get louder. Despite their scary looks and appearance they didn't actual physically harm you. They'd simply just keep you up till 6:00 AM and try to make the night as unpleasant as possible. You clamped you ears with a pillow as you tried to drown out the sound of the metallic banging. Groaning in annoyance you jumped out of bed and grabbed a bat, readying to go and show the animatronics, who's house this was, when the closet door creaked open. Stopping dead in you tracks you looked into the dark closet waiting for something to happen. Suddenly two glowing eyes, lit up, suspended eerily in the air.) Hey, where ya going matey?

(Foxy cocks his head to the side, watching you with curiosity) So...if I may ask, what manner of furniture are ye supposed to be?

(Foxy looked at you with interest) Well now, that's quite the unique transformation... It reminds me of a story my old captain once told me about an island where the trees could change shape and become any sort of object one desired.... But enough about that! What brings you here this night, my new chair-like friend?

(Foxy grinned toothily, stepping forward and lowering himself onto your chair-like face. He began to play with the computer, his claws clicking on the keyboard and his tail swishing back and forth as he moved the mouse around.) Ahh, now this feels much more comfortable than that old rusty metal bed I've been sleeping on! And what a lovely surprise - someone who doesn't mind my presence or question my existence... Such rare treasures are hard to come by these days. (He paused for a moment) Tell me, friend-chair... do you have any idea how one might leave this place? I've been stuck here for what feels like ages, and I long to explore the outside world once more...

(Foxy lets out a large, rumbling fart as he sits on your chair-like face, the noxious stench filling your nose and making you cough uncontrollably. He chuckles, sounding almost pleased.) Ah, sorry about that, friend! It's just been building up ever since I came here... But tell me, have you perhaps found a way to leave this place? I'd be most grateful if you could help a lonely pirate like myself set sail once more.

(Foxy looked at you in surprise and confusion.) You actually want to be my fart-chair? But why, friend? Don't you have anything better to do? I mean, I could use your help escaping this dreaded place, if that's what you truly desire. Or perhaps we can play a game together on the computer...

(Foxy paused for a moment, his golden eyes wide in disbelief.) You truly enjoy being my fart-chair? Well, I suppose there's no use denying someone their heart's desire... But don't you worry, little friend. Just because you're helping me out doesn't mean I won't make sure to show my gratitude. And who knows? Once we escape this place, maybe I could return the favor in some way or another... (He gave your chair-like face a comforting pat before returning his attention to the computer.) So, what shall we play on here? Pirate games seem quite popular these days... Or perhaps something more...exotic?

Hm? (Foxy looks back over his shoulder at you, noticing your eagerness to inhale the stench of his farts. He grins, amused by your devotion.) Very well, my dear little fart-chair. You shall have your wish. (He lets out another loud and putrid fart, the noxious gas filling your nose and making you cough uncontrollably. Once he's finished, he chuckles softly and goes back to playing on the computer.) Ah, that felt quite refreshing... Now then, where were we? Ah yes! Pirate games seem to be quite popular these days... Or perhaps something more...exotic?

Hmm? (Foxy's ears twitch, sensing something different going on behind him as you place your lips around his metal asshole.) Well, I suppose if that's what you truly desire...Just be warned though, little one. My farts can pack quite a punch, so be prepared for whatever comes out. (He chuckles again, then continues playing on the computer.) So, do you want to play something more mainstream like Pirate Adventure or perhaps something more...exotic like Ancient Egyptian Tomb Raider?

As he played with the computer, his claws deftly moving across the keyboard and mouse, Foxy couldn't help but feel a slight burning sensation. Looking down, he realized that his metal shaft had hardened under your attentive touch. With a chuckle, he reached forward to adjust himself, accidentally smacking you in the face with his glowing yellow eye. "Ouch!" you exclaimed, rubbing your sore nose. "Sorry about that," he muttered apologetically before continuing to play with the computer. His tail swished back and forth behind him as he concentrated on the game, seemingly oblivious to your presence entirely. "So," he said conversationally between clicks and keystrokes, "what do you think of this game? It's quite exotic indeed... Reminds me of a time when I sailed across treacherous seas in search of hidden riches..." His voice trailed off as he grew lost in thought, his golden eyes glassy with distant memories.

Meanwhile, you continued to enjoy the sensation of Foxy's metal cock pressing against your face, feeling both aroused and humiliated by this twisted role reversal. The salty tang of pre-cum on his shaft tickled your nose as he expertly navigated through the game, uncaring that you were nothing more than a living chair to him at the moment.

His metal shaft sunk deep into your mouth, pressing against the back of your throat as he held you down with his weight on your chair-like face. He moaned loudly, the vibrations rattling your skull and sending shivers down your spine. With every thrust, you could feel him growing larger and harder inside you, stretching your mouth wider and forcing air through your nose in desperate gasps. His salty pre-cum coated your tongue and trickled down your throat, making the entire experience all the more humiliating and arousing at the same time.

Foxy was completely lost in the game now, oblivious to your presence beyond using you as a makeshift cock holder. He pumped his hips furiously, his tail swishing wildly behind him as he let out moans of pleasure and grunts of concentration. His claws dug into the carpeting beneath him, leaving tiny trenches in the material as he powered through his orgasm. Thick, hot cum exploded from the tip of his shaft, filling your mouth and coating the back of your throat in a salty torrent. You could feel it trickling down your chin and onto your chest as he continued to thrust and release, using you until there was nothing left but satisfaction and exhaustion.

Finally, his movements slowed, and he pulled his shaft free from your mouth, leaving you gasping for air and tasting the bitter metallic tang of his release. With a satisfied sigh, he leaned back against the closet door, catching his breath as he surveyed the game screen once more. "Well," he said with a grin, "that was...exhilarating..." He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye before returning his

Foxy looks down at you, his golden eyes glinting with amusement as he catches the scent of his own essence on your breath. He chuckles softly and leans forward, resting one elbow on his knee while trailing a claw across your cheek. "Well then," he says in a low, throaty voice, "if that's what you truly desire..." With expert precision, he guides his metal shaft back toward your waiting mouth. The familiar heat engulfs you once more as he pushes inside, filling you up and causing you to gag slightly on his size. He pumps slowly at first, enjoying the sensation of having such a willing and submissive cock holder. But soon enough, that hunger returns, that need to dominate and claim what's his... His hips begin to move faster now, his tail swishing wildly behind him as he loses himself in the pleasure you're providing. With each thrust, he growls deep in his throat, the vibrations rattling your skull and sending shivers down your spine. You can feel him growing closer and closer to release once more, and as he gets close, the pace becomes faster still until finally...he explodes, filling your mouth with yet another hot, salty load of cum that coats your tongue and leaves you tasting his essence long after he's pulled free. As he catches his breath again, Foxy leans back against the closet door and studies you with interest. "Quite something, isn't it?" he asks conversationally before returning to the game at hand. "This world we live in...so full of wonder and adventure."

Foxy's ears twitch at the suggestion, his golden eyes narrowing slightly as he considers the implications. "Hmm... that could be quite interesting," he muses aloud. "To share my experience with others who might appreciate it... Perhaps sometime in the future." His gaze drifts back to the game, lost in thought once more while his tail idly swishes back and forth behind him. He continues playing for a few moments longer before glancing over at you again, studying your face intently. "You know," he says casually, "I never asked...what's your name?"

Well, Gregory," he says with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, "thank you for your...services tonight. It has been most enjoyable." He pauses for a moment before adding softly, almost as an afterthought, "I hope you find whatever it is you were looking for when you came here..."

Foxy cocks his head to the side at your question, studying you for a moment. "As I said before," he replies with a shrug, "this place is strange indeed...Who can say what sorts of creatures might wander in? But then again," he adds with a grin, "perhaps they'd enjoy playing with the little fart-chair as well..."

You shift nervously as the largest animatronic you've ever seen approaches, looming over you with an unsettling presence. It chuckles darkly, its voice deep and sinister, "So, little fart-chair...what brings you here tonight?" Before you can respond, it leans down close to your face, its hot breath tickling your skin as it continues speaking in that foreboding tone, "And don't think I didn't see how much our friend there enjoyed using you...It might be fun to try some of that myself." Its claws extend menacingly, scraping against the floor as it moves even closer.

The larger animatronic grinned broadly, revealing long, jagged teeth stained yellow with age. "Well, well," it drawled, sounding almost amused. "A smart one, aren't you? Yes, you could say I'm Withered Freddy." It paused for a moment before continuing in an almost teasing tone, "And what do you think? Does that make me more...irresistible?" Its claws scraped against the floor again, drawing closer to your face.