Shikt. Shikt. Shikt.

The noise emanating from flicking through the cameras is almost soothing to me now. It's one of the few noises I have control over in this hellhole of a Pizzeria. It's not as if I asked for deranged fucking robots to constantly hover around my windows. 
Too bad it's this or the streets in a cardboard box.

Ugh, just need to focus on my job, the night will be over before I know it. Where are these assholes anyways? Bonnie's hanging out in the backstage again, and that stupid bird is making a mess of the kitchen. Wait, where did Freddy go? It's only Tuesday, he should still be on stage!

"Hur, hur, hurrr."
Ohshithesrightoutside.
Click. Click.
The door isn't closing. Am I goi-"Uh, hello Anon!" 
Did he just talk? 
"Did you just talk?" 
"I didn't scare ya, did I? S-sorry if I did."
"Are you apologizing? For trying to kill me?!"
This robotic bear thing actually recoils in shock.
"K-kill you?! I'd never do anything like that!"
"What. There are recordings from the last guard!"
"Bu-but we didn't do anything bad to him! All we did was throw a farewell party..."

Is this fucking bear serious? I let out a sigh in exasperation and slouch into my chair.
Glancing up at Freddy, he looks pretty confused. Maybe he isn't lying? Now that he's in some decent lighting, he doesn't look all that bad or even scary. His face is kinda cute, I didn't even know that robots could blush like that. His arms and hands look soft but powerful, he could probably hug a child and then go on to lift a tree. Hell, even his legs look soft enough to cuddle but strong enough to cause damage, I bet he could compete in the Olympiad. Even his chest is chiseled and it leads down into... a thong? Is that a bulge?

I could have some fun with this. Freddy's face is growing redder too, he probably saw where I was looking. "Is something wrong Mr. Fazbear? Could it be our local celebrity has a shy side?" Pulling myself up in my chair I shoot Freddy the sleaziest grin I have. I can see him squirming in place. "Uhm, I dunno Anon." Freddy murmurs while adjusting his bowtie. I swear I saw a small throb as Freddy slides further into the room, leaving the doorway behind him.

"How about we play a game to find out?" I get out of my chair and stand up next to Freddy, a hand grazing his package. Freddy can't even respond, he only lets out a a small gasp. "Have a seat." Holding Freddy by his shoulders I move him down onto my chair and I get down on my knees. With his crotch so close, his scent attacks my senses. I don't know how they added it to a robot, but it's an overbearing musk that makes me even more ready for what's ahead. I reach a hand into the thong, eliciting another moan from Freddy, and pull out my prize. His tool is oddly human shaped, though it's not even hard and already it's a dangerous length. His ballsack hangs beneath that, looking packed and begging to be milked empty. I need to cup my hands to even hold onto the whole thing. I've barely even started and Freddy's breath is quickening, I wonder if this is his first time? Moving one of my hands up to the base of his length I look up at him, nuzzling his cock to my cheek, his length hardening in response. "Are you ready, Freddy?"

Looking down at me with his now bright red blushing face, Freddy puts a hand on top of my head, rustling my hair. "Please. Continue Anon." With those words I move forward and give his tip a small peck, releasing a small gasp from Freddy. Opening my mouth a take the tip in and start teasing it with my tongue. It feels surprisingly warm, and has some give to it. His dick has a slightly salty taste to it, and I can feel him starting to leak into my mouth. I take a deep breath in through my nose and slide my mouth down on Freddy, making sure to take it slowly. Slightly past halfway down, I can feel something bump the back of my throat and I let out a small cough, which makes me tighten around Freddy's cock. He lets out a small sigh of pleasure, continuing to rub my head in response. I stop my descent for a bit to regain my breath, my free hand kneading and teasing Freddy's sack in the meantime. In return I feel more pre leaking into my mouth, the taste even more intoxicating than Freddy's musk.

Working up the courage, I slowly ease onto Freddy's shaft again. His smell is overpowering now and I finally feel his sack bump against my chin, I successfully deepthroated the mascot of a Pizzeria. My hand that was forming a ring around the shaft moves down to assist with teasing, while I form a vacuum in my mouth, my tongue still feeling around the mass pressing down on it. 

Slurrrp.

My mouth makes an obscene noise as I slide Freddy off of me. Moving both of my hands away from the ballsack I firmly grip Freddy's dick and start jerking him off, one hand steadying the base and the other moving up and down while twirling. "So, where do you want it Mr. Fazbear?" Freddy has the cutest face when he's stunned "W-well inside? I mean, you're still on the job." Without a word my mouth covers the head of his cock again, my tongue worming around the tip, teasing it. My left hand tightens around his shaft and my right one quickens its pace as well. Suddenly I feel Freddy's hand on my head joined by his other one, both of them slowly pressuring me down onto his cock. Both of my hands stop what they were doing and I use them to steady the bear's length for an easy entry, with all my administrations the musk coming from Freddy has almost doubled in strength, making me hungrier for the treat at the end. I hear another sigh come from Freddy as my mouth comes into contact with the base of cock again, and his hands tighten around my head, holding me to him.

Since my hands have nothing to do I return them to teasing Freddy, one crawling along his taint, another squeezing his sack. Which is the trigger I was hoping for, Freddy lets out a harsh grunt, and the pressure keeping my head to his crotch becomes even stronger. His cock feels as if it grew a few extra inches deeper into my throat as it tenses up to release its payload. I can't even taste it, but I can feel each shot firing down my throat into my stomach. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. I can feel his sack shrinking in my hands as it deposits loads into me, my stomach quickly filling up. Oxygen is the last thing on my mind anyways, with that scent flowing straight up into my nose, my vision blurring as I grow drunk on it.

His sack feels far lighter and his hands fall away from my head. The lack of pressure on my skull lets me slowly slide his cock out of my mouth, cleaning it up with my tongue as it exits. My stomach lets out a gurgle in protest, Freddy let out such a large load there's a small paunch to my belly. Stifling a hiccup, I try to get to my feet, when Freddy suddenly pulls me into his lap. "That was wonderful, Anon. I hope you can do that for me again." The robot whispers into my ear, his voice still lacking the breath my blowjob stole from him. "S-sorry, I mean Mrs. Fazbear." He smiles sheepishly at me.

...Fuck.