One night in rockstar row

Mmmmm

It had started innocent enough.
As the night janitor, it certainly wasn't rare for you to hang around with the animatronics. Shining them, making minor adjustments, cleaning pizza gunk out of their finger servos... all in a nights work.
And it certainly was no secret that Monty was your favorite.
Any excuse to see him, you took advantage of. Tonight's excuse had been to straighten up his room [which honestly, you could say any night] and cleaning the Monty mix somebody had splashed all over him. You could see the green chunks from the freeze sticking to his thighs now, as you knelt in front of him
"I don't know how you deal with these kids." You said honestly, pressing the sponge harder against a particularly sticky sludge patch.
"Me neither." The gator replied, looking down at you with a grin. "When that kid tripped, I about kicked em to fucking fazerblast."
"Monty!" You scolded, smacking him with the sponge. But you couldn't keep the grin off your face- there was definitely a reason you refused to work day shift. Sticky, slimy messy children around you, constantly, at all hours?
No thanks.
The gator was relaxed against his couch, thighs open so you could scrub at the dried Monty mix coating his... well, entire lower half. You were on the floor, for ease of access and because the entire room around you was destroyed.
So you hadn't gotten around to cleaning everything else up yet, whatever. The animatronics take priority.
The lights in the hall outside flickered, then shut off. Your head rose, turning to see if the exit signs were still lit. Wouldn't be the first time you'd been locked in 'Rockstar row' for your whole shift.
Aaaaand they weren't.
"Shit." You mumbled, glancing anxiously at the exits. The doors auto locked on Saturday nights, due to late openings on Sundays. Fazbear entertainment didn't have the staff or desire to clean up the whole pizzaplex after a night of the animatronics wreaking havoc. "I think I'm locked in."
"Oh no, more time with your favorite Rockstar. " then his hand was on your cheek, turning your face back towards him with a single clawed finger. He had a smirk on his face, and he held the position for longer than necessary before drawing his hand back. "What a shame. That really sucks." He deadpanned, inching his legs further apart as he threw his arms over the back of the couch.
"Shut up." You replied easily, rolling your eyes and shaking your head to hide the flush rising on your cheeks. "Who says you're my favorite?" A lie, of course. You'd been- not obsessed, but damn close to it, with Monty for years.
Robotics fascinated you, and when the Pizzaplex advertised advanced AI in their animatronics to make the 'fazbear experience' more genuine and loveable, You'd been the first to start looking for a job there. They all had unique personalities, likes, dislikes, pet peeves. You considered them all your friends, but Monty?
Monty was different. His attitude did a complete 180 at night, and he became the cocky flirt you had grown to... admire. Tremendously.
You knew he rarely let the kids win at Monty Golf, because his competitive spirit overrode his programming. That his best friend was Roxanne Wolf, and he liked to play bumper cars on her racetrack. That he hated Monty Mix, and also hated pizza. He had a sweet tooth. He had sung your praises more than once when you snuck him candy he wasn't supposed to have from the gift shop. Admitted to you that he can't actually taste the food he eats. He wont tell the Robotics team because he doesn't want to be entirely reprogrammed; so you cleaned the sticky cotton candy from his fingers and zipped your lips.
"I'm your favorite." Monty said again, and the tone of his voice made you look back up.
He was just staring at you.
The blush on your face had to be obvious, he was so close.
"Aren't I, pretty?" He insisted, and he had to have known what that was doing to you. There was no way he didn't.
"Maybe." You finally replied, trying to ignore the flush on your face and scrubbing at the Monty Mix with renowned vigor. It was almost completely gone, now. "Maybe it's Freddy." You teased, wiping the last of it off. You lean back, satisfied with your work.
But a clawed hand running through your hair stops you in your tracks. And he tugs, making you look at him.
He looks angry.
"I don't think so." He growled, scarlet eyes piercing you with a very smug expression on his face. He licked his maw, and you could feel your face heat up impossibly more. You didn't dare hope.
But when he gripped your hair tighter, making you scoot closer to him, you couldn't stop yourself.
A gasp escaped you, and you scrambled to cover up the embarrassment.
"You sure? Freddy's pretty cool, he's always super nice to me, and-"
Monty didn't let you finish, scowling as he yanked at your hair, forcing you to your feet. You stumbled onto the couch with him, pressed against his metal side.
"I don't think thats true, baby." He murmured, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.
He was so close.
His tail curled around him, pressing against your thigh and trapping you on the couch. You gulped, trying to ignore your racing heart as you looked up at the animatronic.
"What makes you say that?" You ask, trying to pretend there isn't hope tinging the edges of your words. He is so impossibly close, and you're hyper aware of his tail on your thigh and his leg against your knee.
"C'mon, pretty boy." He leaned closer, forcing you back until your shoulders bumped against the arm of the couch. Monty was looming over you.
You swallowed, sure your heartbeat could be heard for miles. No escape now.
"Could Freddy do this?" He continues, tracing the claw down your chin, onto your throat. It lingered for half a moment, tracing down, down.
Purple claws caught on your shirt for only a moment before it gave way, the sound of tearing fabric thunderous in your ears as he yanked his hand down, splitting your shirt right down the middle.
Your mouth hung open, protests dying on your tongue as Monty splayed his massive hand across your chest, nearly covering the whole thing. Eyes glued to his hand as it strayed down, down.
You couldn't hold back the embarrassing noise you made as his claw tapped the button of your pants. "Monty-!"
"Yeah, doll?" He rumbled, sounding smug as his claws traced back up your sides, spreading your torn shirt and leaving your chest exposed. "What, still acting like you don't want me?" Monty asked as his fingers found your nipples, tracing around them as he looked at you, grin practically splitting his face.
You didn't dare reply as he rolled a nipple between his fingers, biting your lip as you arched your body towards him. Your dick was becoming awfully hard in your pants, and Monty didn't seem in any hurry to help unless.
Unless you gave him an answer.
"What do you want me to say?" You finally bit out, tensing as his tail curled closer to your side. "That I've wanted this since I first saw you? That you're my favorite, and nobody else can compare?" A mocking tone filled your words, as you hoped to hide that you just told him the whole truth.
He didn't even pause.
"Oh, I knew that. How could you resist, pretty thing?" He laughed, electronic noise quickly filling the room. Then his hand slid back down, moving past the button of your pants to press a cold finger directly against the bulge in your pants. He raised an eyebrow ad you squirmed, beginning to circle his fingers. "You really that wet already?" He teased, other hand finding your chin to grip it between his thumb and index finger.
"I've barely done anything, baby." And it sounded like a purr, baritone right against your chest as, in one quick motion, he stopped petting you and ripped the button of your slacks open. The cheap plastic button pinged against his chest as he yanked, leaving your pants ruined and bunched around your knees.
You had fallen downwards with the jarring action, chin tilted high as Monty held firm. But the rest of you was practically horizontal already, Monty's knees around your thighs and tail thrashing back and forth behind him.
You didn't register your own voice until it was already escaping you, a breathy, downright filthy tone working its way out of your chest.
"I think all you've managed to do is fuck up my clothes. " even as your legs spread wide, straining the fabric of your slacks and your back arched towards him. "Are you done yet?"
That earned a growl out of him, eyes narrowing as his hand dropped to your throat, giving a warning squeeze with a scowl.
"Don't act like you're not desperate for my cock right now." He hissed, licking his maw. Something dropped onto your open chest, gooey and not quite water. "I can feel you writhing around under me, and you're just gonna pretend this isn't the best thing to ever happen to you?"
He shook his head and his tail thrashed again, looping between your legs to press against your slacks. You were hopeless to the sound of threads popping, and your pants joined your shirt in being completely destroyed.
"Fucking slut." And there it was again, you almost didn't catch it, too focused on the glitch in his voice as he swore. More drool, you realized, dripped onto your chest and slid down your ribs. The realization went straight to your dick, making your already wet underwear a lost cause.
And he noticed, of course. How couldn't he, with his hand already down there and skimming up the damp front of your pretty panties? Your hips twitched, and Monty was staring at you yet again.
He saw your eyes widen and muscles jump at the sight of him looming over you, drooling all over your chest as he licked his fangs. Saw, and grinned wider as more slid between his sharp teeth to drip onto your stomach.
"Aw, pretty boy." He chuckles, mocking you as he traces a purple claw up your navel. You cant help but arch your back towards him, squeezing your eyes shut to pretend your face isn't cherry red. You even turn to press your face against the cushions of the couch.
"Such an eager little thing." Monty grumbles, scraping his claws down your sides [you didn't doubt you would have marks later] to land on your hips, dragging you close to rut against.
And his hips start to move, the rounded curve of the metal pressing right against your dick, feeling just good enough to- oh, 0h-
You didn't realize you had moaned out loud until Monty laughed again, noise echoing in his small room.. You cracked an eye open to confirm what you had already felt.
His... groin piece, or codpiece, or interface plate, whatever his junk was called, was vibrating against you. Nothing too strenuous, but a particularly slow drag earned another groan out of you.
"You're getting me all messy." Monty scolded, leaning back to press a clawed thumb at the wet fabric of your panties, right against your aching cock. "I knew you liked this." You didn't jump, didn't say anything, determined to make this more difficult for him.
"No?" He checked, tilting his head as he dragged his finger down, pressing the wet fabric against your hole. He pushed, giving you just a tease of being filled before his finger retreated, making its way back to your dick. When you stubbornly gave no reaction, he bared his teeth.
"You got my dick all wet with your filth-" he growled, one hand darting forward to grab you by the hair, "and have the fucking gall to act like this-" he yanked you closer, using his other hand to grab and tear your panties right off, shredding the fabric with ease. "Isn't exactly what a little slut like you wants, huh?"
"No!" You gasped out, a haze of fear rising in your chest. He sounded mad, and you itched to get away. But when you tried to wiggle out from under him, his heavy hand pinned you by the hip.
You didn't know if you were glad or terrified. The room blurred, spun around you until all you could focus on was Monty, just him, his claws and his entrancing voice.
"Don't lie to me. I can see you want it." He insisted, staring down at you in disgust. You shivered under his scarlet gaze, thighs trembling as you opened them for him. He nodded in approval, squeezing your thigh three times.
You squeezed your thighs around his head three times as he went down, down.
"I can smell how much you want this." He growled, looking up at you even as you pressed your hand over your mouth to stop the humiliating noises, shaking your head.
"Liar." He huffed, dipping his head and breathing in deep, before drawing his tongue out to lick a filthy stripe up your pussy, flicking your cock with the tip of his tongue.
His hand remained pressed against your hip, while the other began to trace circles on your dick with his thumb.
Perfect, even pressure gave way to pleasure as he licked you again, and again. His tongue wasn't cold, but it wasn't warm and every time he pushed the tip of it inside you, you squirmed and gasped.
Each flick of his tongue against your cock made your legs jump, thighs clenching around his head as the fire in your tummy burns hotter and hotter.
Purple claws begin to vibrate against you, and you honest to god yell as the pleasure reaches its crescendo, crashing over you and leaving your brain foggy as your hips twitched against Monty's maw.
He kept going, making obscene wet noises with his tongue as he evidently licked all evidence away, leaving you wet and shivering when he finally pulled away.
He just stared at you for a moment, bringing his clawed thumb to his mouth and flicking his long tongue over the metal digit to clear away any remnants of you.
"Fuck." Was what he said when he finally spoke, baritone growl rising in his throat as he sat back and reached down to adjust his groin plate.
You leaned forward to watch, curious, as he flicked a hidden switch behind his hip flexors to a hiss, and with a pop, the rounded metal bulge simply came off to reveal..
Not much. There were tightly bound wires circling the area, and a circle in the middle. Upon closer inspection, it wad revealed to be an.. O-ring surrounding it? But that meant-
"Getting me all excited staring like that, doll." Monty chuckled, leaning forward with a glint in his eye to card a hand through your hair. "See something you like?"
His other grabbed your free hand, dragging your fingers towards the bundles of wires to press against him. He sighed deep, licking his maw as he gently tugged his claws through your hair.
To the touch, the wires were warm, clearly alive with electricity. But as you traced along them, they thrummed, almost alive, Monty groaned in unison.
"I'm gonna grab something, baby. Don't run off, now." He teased, electronic undertone in his voice glitching vaguely betraying how much this was affecting him.
He released your hand, letting you explore him on your own as he reached to your side to shuffle around in something on the floor.
Curiosity drove you to press two fingers into the crevice behind the O-ring with ease, synthetic fabric covered wires pressing around your fingers in an odd way. It made the hairs on your arms stand up.
What shocked you most was Monty's reaction, though. He froze and seemed to glitch, jaw dropping open as an animalistic growl eased out of his mouth. His own legs eased open, leaving him spread wide in front of you, his own searching forgotten for a moment as he clearly basked in the [hopefully pleasant] feeling.
His reaction only fueled your curiosity. You crooked your fingers to feel around for any hidden gear, and your fingertips met a small valve, or button. The moment your fingers brushed against it, a hot, almost burning liquid spilled onto them and leaked out around your knuckles.
And Monty whined.
The noise made you both halt, meeting eyes as you knelt between his legs, fingers stuffed inside him and covered in his fluids, your own dick hard and aching between your legs. He seemed almost embarrassed, though glitched breath escaped him as you reached to press against that button again.
More fluid leaked out over your fingers, oil like liquid pooling in your semi cupped palm as you fingered him.
"Fuck, pretty. " Monty growled, seeming to find himself as he sat up to grasp your chin with two clawed fingers. He forced you to meet his eyes, even as his own darted to your lips, your body, everywhere.
"Aren't you gonna let me fuck you?" He murmured, surprisingly soft as he finally met your eyes over his sunglasses. You couldn't look away as your words got stuck in your throat, only able to nod shakily as his fingers slid down from your chin.
His gloved hand traced over the tendons of your throat, purple claws tracing to the side until he was holding your neck. He didn't squeeze, simply watched you squirm in front of him as he licked his maw obscenely, looking you over.
"Then you'll need to pull out, baby. " He insisted, grip tightening just enough for it to feel like a threat. "You'll get to fuck me another time."
With that promise, you reluctantly withdrew your fingers. The wires pulsed around you as you pulled out, and the orangish fluid stuck to your fingers, making them tacky as you brought them up to look.
You only had a second before Monty was descending on them, long tongue swiping around your fingers as his own hands abandoned you to do something else.
He stared at you as he did it, raising an eyebrow as if to mock your labored breathing. After your fingers were mostly clean, he pulled away noisily, scraping his teeth against your fingers as a quiet click pierced through the room.
Then he was pulling you up, lifting you like you were nothing into his arms and onto his lap. You eased your thighs down, intending to sit on his lap but something brushed against your backside, big and intimidating.
You reached behind you, fully intending to move whatever had found its way between you when your hand wrapped around an explicitly phallic shape.
Monty raised an eyebrow at you as your eyes widened, fingers tracing blindly up the ridged silicone shaft to the head. Your fingers bumped against two studs just below the tip, authentically pierced prince albert frying your brain. You licked your lips, finding them extraordinarily dry quite suddenly.
Other parts of you, not so much.
Monty was clearly emboldened by your reaction, chest puffing out as he looked down at you. He licked his maw again, lidded eyes tracing over your shoulders and neck, down to your aching dick and sloppy hole.
You felt so exposed, shying away from his eyes as you brought your arms up to your chest.
Monty inhaled deeply, eyes shuddering closed for a moment before his grip on your hips tightened.
You definitely didn't bite back a moan when you realized he was smelling you.
Then his eyes opened again, lidded and predatory. Your limbs felt like jelly, and you couldn't look away.
"You gonna let me fuck you, pretty thing?" Monty dragged his hands down, all over your thighs to ease them open. He traced a finger up from your knee, inching closer to your pussy and leaving raised pink marks on your thighs.
You did gasp at that, jerking your hips on his lap as you nodded. His eyes narrowed more.
Lighting quick, his hand was in your hair again and he was dragging you to look up at him, bring you closer.
"You're a big boy." He huffed, clawed finger barely ghosting against your dick. "Use your words."
"Yes-" you managed to let out, trying not to drool as you felt him adjust the head against your messy hole. "Yes, please fuck-" you couldn't help moving your hips against it, trying in vain to ease more inside. You clearly weren't the one in control here.
"Say it." He demanded, grip in your hair tightening until all you could feel was his hand and his cock, barely pressed against you. "I wanna hear you beg for it."
And if you had any semblance of coherent thought in your head, that sentence wiped it away as you tried to grind against him.
"Please fuck me. God, please," you moaned obscenely, "Monty, please-"
Your begging was cut off by your own voice failing you as you sunk down onto his cock, maddeningly slow. With every inch you felt stuffed full, and with each inch he kept going.
Only when you were fully seated on what had to be 8 inches of cock minimum did you realize the noise in the room was you. Your harsh breathing was even fogging the metal of Montys neck, his teeth dangerously close to your jugular.
Jagged teeth scraped your neck, leaving you breathless as Monty rolled his hips under you. A jolt of fire shot up your spine and you groaned, grabbing onto his shoulder for dear life as he began to rock against you.
Every thrust brought his teeth closer, until the animatronics maw was pressed against your neck. You tilted your head, too focused on his dick pushing deeper and deeper inside you to hear his servos clicking, mouth opening.
Until the last moment.
His teeth sunk into your shoulder, just barely puncturing the skin. You screamed, hips jerking against him as you shoved at his chest, erratic pounding never ceasing. He fucked into you relentlessly, mechanic whirrs barely audible over your own noises.
The fire in your belly grew to a flame, and as Monty gripped your hips to physically lift you up and down on his dick, your whole body clenched and you fell into ecstasy, eyes rolling back as he fucked into your limp body.
Only then did his Servos unlock and he released his bite, immediately running his tongue over the pinpricks of blood welling to the surface of your skin. The feeling of his metal tongue, the scent of iron, and the continuous fucking merged into one feeling as you groaned, unable to hold yourself up in your foggy head space.
It proved no problem for Monty, however, as he simply threw an arm around your waist to support your back and kept fucking. Every thrust was a stab of pain and pleasure, and it wasn't long before your thighs were clenching yet again.
"Letting me fuck you so good." Monty growled out, voice broken by glitches as his hips rolled. He seemed just as affected, robotic hips stuttering as he pumped into you faster. "Being such a good little fucktoy." His claws raked up your back, making you yell again, voice cracking.
Then the lights flickered; and the door slid open.
Freddy Fazbear stood in the entryway, door clicking shut behind him.
To his credit, Monty only paused for a second before growling, flicking his chin up to knock his sunglasses back over his eyes. He continued to pump into you, albeit a bit slower, as he glared at Freddy.
"Get out of my room, Fazbear." Monty huffed, not even bothered by his presence.
You, on the other hand, were mortified. Shame pushed through the fog, and you considering asking Monty to stop for a second.
Just for a second.
"And miss out on the party?" Freddy replied, upbeat as ever as he picked his way across the destroyed room. Soon, you could hear his electric thrumming right behind your back. You couldn't stop the moan that escaped you as he lay a gentle hair in your hair, carding his fingers through the strands carefully.
"You're never gentle with your things, Montgomery." Freddy scolded, running his other hand up the scratches on your back. "Keep this up, and you'll break them."
God, if he only knew how much you wanted that. Needed that.
"Shut the fuck up." Monty huffed, not stopping. If anything, he held you tighter, pulling you closer to his chest with your thighs on either side of his, still straddling him. Freddy simply followed, leaving you trapped between the two massive animatronics. "Not like you could do any better, fazfuck."
"I think I could." Was Freddy's bold reply, and he dropped both hands to your shoulders, gently massaging them as he took another step. He was pressed against you now, practically standing between Monty's legs.
The contrast of his gentle nature, the soft caresses against your skin with Montys rough fucking proved too much. Your thighs clenched again and you groaned loud, head thunking back against the bears chest. Freddy kept touching you throughout, looking down at you with a gentle expression.
"Such a good job, superstar. You sound so beautiful. " He murmured, and you whined, letting your eyes slide shut. Goodbye, shame, hello praise kink.
"They're mine!" Monty growled, but his sunglasses were slipping and you could see his eyes were lidded. Now he was holding your ass, gripping and raising you slowly up his length.

"Fuck, Monty-" you moaned, even as Freddy's hands slipped down to your chest. His hands were so warm, pressing against you, tracing around your nipples and rolling one between his finger.
"I think you could share. After all, wasn't it me that got you so worked up in the first place, Montgomery?" Freddy teased, flicking his ears. "Did you forget my new upgrades?"
That made Monty pause. For a moment, the room was silent save for your labored breaths, and the gentle whirr and click of servos moving.
Then Freddy was moving again, tracing down to your hips and beginning to lift you off Monty's cock.
"What was it?" Freddy pondered, taking you away from the crocodile with ease, leaving Monty uncharacteristically quiet. "Oh, could Freddy do this?" He quoted, in an exact replica of Montys voice. Then Monty was sliding out of you and you gasped, feeling your own cum ooze down your thighs.
"Don't you think we'd work better as a team, Montgomery?" Freddy suggested, pulling you up to cradle you in his arms. Then he was moving, carefully making his way to recline against the arm of the couch. His legs were spread in front of him, and he set you between them, facing away. Your back once again felt the warmth of his chest, a wonderful feeling on the scrapes Monty gave you.
"What're you saying, Fazbear?" Monty huffed, stroking his dick a few times as he turned to face you both. His hips were wet, and as he faced you he brought his fingers to his mouth to lick them.
"Cant we all get along?" Freddy replied easily, once again stroking you hair with one hand. The other crept down until a hot metal finger lay on your dick, rubbing in slow circles as he looked up at Monty.
You must have made a filthy sight, legs spread open on Freddy's lap, sloppy hole still twitching, aching to be filled again. Blood tricking down your shoulder from Monty's earlier bite, head leaned back and neck exposed. Your eyes lidded, barely coherent as your head lolled to the side, to look up at Monty through your lashes.
"Won't you share your toys?" Freddy prompted again, his finger continuing its gentle circling on your cock. "Its always so fun playing with you- now we both have a superstar to focus on." You shuddered at the nickname. "Can I help them feel good?"
God, he was asking Monty for permission to use you. And by the drool dripping out of Montys maw, and the slow, considerate crawl towards you both, he was going to agree.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fine, Fazbear. " Monty huffed, moving to kneel in front of you, between Freddy's legs and your own. His hand once again strayed to his dick, slowly stroking up, teasing his clawed thumb over the tip. "Whatever you wanna do. As long as I get this pretty thing-" he looked you over, unable to keep his tongue in his mouth as he did, "wrapped around my dick again. "
"Now, Montgomery. Won't you give them a break?" Freddy teased, and his finger began to vibrate. You jumped, hips arching towards him as you moaned, low and needy. "Aren't they so beautiful, spread out like this for us?" Freddy murmured, continuing to pet your hair with his other hand. "Their pussy dripping with how good you made them feel?"
Monty groaned too, voice box glitching as he continued to jerk himself off, using his other hand to reach for your thigh.
"Ah!" Freddy stopped him with nothing but a glance and tilting you back further, vibrating finger moving down until it pressed against both your hole and dick. You grinded down against it, whining. It felt so good, so good. "You were so rough with them, I barely think you've earned them back yet." He taunted, tilting his head to look Monty up and down, slowly.
The gator was clearly affected by it, pausing on his stroke, before continuing to fuck his fist at a greater speed. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment, and the gator's mouth dropped open a few inches.
"Fuck, Fazbear." Monty groaned, yet his hand returned to his own thigh, holding as if his life depended on it. It seems even Montgomery Gator wasn't immune to Freddy's commands; something about the bear just made everyone around him turn to listen.
"Such filthy language, Montgomery. Is that any way to speak around a guest?" Then Freddy was nuzzling against your neck, being oddly gentle for a 9 foot tall animatronic. "They treated you so well, letting you scratch them up," you could have swore you felt an exhale over the bite marks Monty left on your shoulder. "Even bite them. I think it's time you show them how appreciative you are, hm?" Then Freddy's finger was dipping inside you easily, slicked up by all your cum. It was almost too much, leaving you gasping and back arching. You were so close, so close.
Monty's hips jerked up, rising on his thighs as he nodded mindlessly, robotic panting joining your breathy noises. Then his knees locked and mouth dropped open. A robotic groan glitched it's way out of him as his hand jerked up once, twice, before he came. The same orange liquid from earlier, slick in texture, spilled across your chest and belly, sliding down your sweaty skin as Monty huffed.
"Good boy." Freddy praised, a second finger following the first to slowly fuck into you.
That was the final straw, and you arched your back with a loud sigh escaped you, clenching around Freddy's fingers as you came. You pulsed around his vibrating digits, surely leaking more cum onto the couch as you whimpered.
Freddy continued to finger you, though the vibrations had stopped. You both watched Monty exhale heavily, eyes glued on you as his hand dropped away from his dick.
"Can you sit up, superstar?" Freddy urged, finally pulling his fingers free to urge you into an upright position. He leaned to the side, using those same fingers to tilt your chin up to him as he looked over your face affectionately.
"Y.. yuh." You managed to say, dazed by all the stimulation. Then Freddy's dirty fingers were pressing against your lips, and you had no choice but to open your mouth to let them in.
"Such a pretty boy. So good, helping clean me up." Freddy praised, pressing his fingers against your tongue as you sucked them clean. His eyes were lidded as we watched your mouth, drawing his fingers out, and pushing them back in.
"Fuck, sexy thing." Then Monty was there, leaning closer to lick up your neck, clawed hands grabbing you everywhere he could.
For a moment, anyway.
Metal hit metal as Freddy grabbed Monty's wrist with his other hand. He forcibly dragged Monty away from you, not giving him a chance to fight back.
Monty growled, eyes narrowing as his shoulders hunched. He seemed two seconds from tearing Freddy's head off, until the bear spoke.
"Montgomery." Now, Freddy's voice was commanding. Though it was still kind, it was clearly different than the voice he was previously using with you. "I didn't say you could touch them yet. Don't be rude." He chastised, holding you close with the hand previously in your mouth. You licked your lips, finding yourself missing them.
"They were mine first!" Monty argued, though he only clenched his fists against his thighs. He was shifting from one knee to the other, clearly eager to get back to you.
"And you had your turn. Now be a good boy," he said the pet name almost lovingly, "and go fetch a good toy for me, hm?" Freddy urged, petting you all over your chest and gently massaging your shoulder. "Nothing too big. I don't want my superstar to ache." With that he turned his attention back to you, content to let Monty grumble.
But Monty listened, and obediently went to shuffle in the same box he got his dick from earlier. Did he keep a whole collection? Not for the first time, you wondered if the animatronics had the same urges humans did. And if the way Freddy was speaking to Monty meant anything, it seemed they did.
But your train of thought was interrupted by Freddy placing a warm hand on your cheek, turning your gaze away from Monty's upturned ass back to the bear's face.
"Oh, pretty." He murmured, glancing down towards your shoulder. It wasn't bleeding anymore, though as some of the pleasure faded it was beginning to sting. Your face flushed red, and you tried to look away. You certainly didn't regret it, but Freddy was being so gentle, and it was so different than how Monty treated you.
You couldn't tell which you liked more.
"He was so rough with you, wasn't he?" Freddy traced the pattern of teeth marring your skin, extraordinary soft with his touches. "I would never hurt you like that, superstar. " He promised, holding you close to his chest, and you could feel him rumble as he spoke. "I'm going to make you feel so good."
You shuddered, biting your lip as you dared look back at the animatronic bear. He watched you, smile teased his eyes as he began to stroke his hands up your sides, to your hips, warming your skin and relieving some of the aches the gator animatronic had given you.
Both of you were distracted by the couch dipping again as Monty crawled back over to you. In one hand, he held another dildo. How many did he have?
This one was a soft blue, shorter than the one he was wearing. Wider, too. The design had a rounded tip and smooth shaft, none of the pointier details his piercer dick sported. It seemed too out of character for Monty, further proving your suspicions about what the two of them got up to when the pizzaplex was closed.
"Now what, fazfuck?" Monty grumbled, holding the toy out to Freddy. His eyes kept flicking over to you, and you wondered why he wasn't just pushing Freddy aside to take you again. With all that power, it shouldn't have been a problem.
But Monty was acting so different than you had ever seen him. The gators tail waved back and forth slowly, and he was watching for Freddy's answer just as intently as he had obeyed his order. Though he was still snarking, it held none of the threat it did with you.
"You can help me out." Was the Bears reply as he shifted again, back to your original position reclining against his chest. This time, he lifted you up by your thighs, spreading you wide and moving you away from his groin plate. You moved to clench your thighs closed, face flushed red at being so exposed. But Freddy didn't let you, your thighs firmly locked in place with no chance of escape.
Monty looked you both up and down, licking drool off his fangs as he shuffled forward. Skilled hands once again found a hidden lever in the crevice between Freddy's groin plate and thigh, releasing the plate with a click. Monty tossed it carelessly to the floor, gaze still hyper focused on flicking between you and Freddy.
You strained your neck to watch as Monty traced a clawed thumb over the bundles of wires on Freddy's pelvis, evoking a pleased hum from the bear. Then he was flipping one side of the O-ring up, pushing the pretty blue toy through. After fastening the O-ring again, the dildo stood proudly from Freddy's lap. A quick tap of Montys finger proved it to be sturdy, and he nodded at Freddy.
Then, with a click and hiss, the dildo shifted down and back a miniscule amount. Freddy sighed, the noise vibrating through your whole body as he adjusted.
"Very good, Montgomery. " Freddy finally said, breaking the short silence that had fallen across them. His hands stayed keeping your thighs open, even as he spread his own further. "Won't you give us a show?" The bear asked, though it clearly wasn't meant as a question.
"I ain't sucking you off." Was Monty's short reply, shaking his head as he adjusted his sunglasses back over his eyes. Was he..? Embarrassed? You tilted your head as the Croc anxiously ran his hands through his Mohawk, looking everywhere but Freddy's eyes.
"You will."
"No, I wont!" Monty insisted, shoulders bunching up as he snarled at Freddy.
Freddy sat still for a second, contemplating. Then he moved to pick you up again, murmuring a soft "careful, superstar." As he set you on the couch. You watched, baffled as Freddy pet your head before turning to look at Monty, whole demeanor shifting.
"Yes, you will." Freddy commanded, gesturing with a finger for Monty to come closer. Monty didn't obey this time, instead sitting back on his knees with a huff. You watched Freddy's ears rotate back, and a sigh escaped him.
Then you jumped, scrambling to get out of the way as Freddy's hand darted to grab Monty by the Mohawk, forcibly dragging the crocodile off the couch and to the floor.
"What the fuck- I ain't-".
"Dont be a brat." Freddy growled, and you could feel the energy of the room shift. You'd never heard the gentle bear use an angry tone before, let alone growl. He dragged Monty closer, forcing the crocodile to settle between his legs on the floor in front of the couch. "Of course you won't let me treat you good. I don't know what I expected, from a needy slut like you."
Fully expecting a fight, you couldn't stop your mouth from dropping open as Monty keened, keeping his fists stubbornly on his thighs, head tilted up to look at the bear. His sunglasses had come askew in the scuffle, leaving the lidded desire in his red eyes plain to see.
"Now i said, give us a show, Montgomery. " only then did Freddy release his mohawk, leaning back against the cushions as his hand found yours. He held it gently, such a contrast from how he wad treating Monty that it practically gave you whiplash. "We both want to see what a good boy you are, slobbering on my cock." Freddy's voice glitched on the last word, robotic undertone betraying his feelings.
Monty glanced up at you, barely able to hold eye contact as he shifted on his thighs. He seemed to break out of the trance at Freddy's hand, coming to rest on his shoulder.
"Go on."
Then Monty was leaning forward, hands still on his thighs, and opening his jaw. Drool dripped between his fangs, betraying his excitement as his long tongue peaked out and swiped over the blue tip of the dildo.
Freddy sighed, keeping his huge hand on Monty's shoulder. He used his other arm to tug you closer, until you were pressed against his side, cheek on his chest. He continued to pet your hair as Monty licked his maw, hesitated, and dropped his mouth onto Freddy's dick.
Freddy hummed, shifting his hand from Monty's shoulder to his mohawk yet again. Then he began to push, forcing Monty to bob his head up and down his cock. You could only watch, awestruck and cock stiffening between your legs again, as Freddy reduced the animatronic that had just fucked the soul out of you into a slobbery mess.
Monty kept his eyes down, not fighting against the pressure Freddy put on the back of his head. You wondered if Freddy could even feel it- surely those teeth would make this experience... less than ideal. But he gave no indication of pain, instead gently urging your chin to face Monty as he tugged the crocs mohawk up, forcing him to look at you.
"Isn't he gorgeous, Superstar?" Freddy murmured softly, affectionately squeezing your shoulders, bringing you impossibly closer to him. "Montgomery always looks so good, stuffed full. Putting on a pretty show for us." He forced Monty's head down again, making the croc choke for a half second, servos whirring as an internal heating fan clicked on.
"Yeah.." You whispered, sure that speaking loudly would break the trance you were in. You shifted your thighs, pressing them together to try and relieve some of the ache between them. Though you had finished with Monty not long ago, you were already eager to be touched again.
"Getting my cock wet for you." Freddy praised, finally turning away from the obscene sight to tilt your chin towards him. His soft nose booped against you own, and a chuckle escaped him. "I'm going to make you feel so good."
You couldn't help the whine that escaped you, low and desperate even to your own ears.
"Go on, touch yourself." Freddy urged you, once again petting your hair. He seemed to really like that, and as his fingers warmed up against your scalp, you didn't disagree. "I won't be upset. It's not as if you could help yourself, not when hes like this." Freddy tilted his head towards Monty, who had finally been allowed to pull off Freddy's cock for a moment.
The crocodile looked lost. Though you know they didn't breathe, that there was no way Monty was actually choking, he did make a filthy sight. His jaw hung open, drool hanging off his tongue and barely stringing between his mouth and Freddy's dick. He was touching himself, jerking the pierced dick slowly, as if afraid to finish without permission.
He was a robot. There was no way a robot could look so utterly fucked out, despite having not even touched by anyone but himself.
Yet he did. His head dipped to take Freddy in his mouth again, and you finally gave into your urges to sneak a hand between your legs.
A quiet moan slipped out of you as you touched your aching dick, fingers slick with your own fluids and cum as you pressed a finger on each side of your erect cock. You began to stroke yourself too, letting your fingertip circle the head of your dick with your eyes glued to Monty.
"There we go, superstar. " Freddy whispered, taking hold of Monty's hair to force him lower yet again. "Will you stretch yourself out for me? Will you, please?" He asked so politely, how could you say no?
You obliged, pressing your fingers lower as you thighs spread to accommodate. One leg was thrown over Freddy's lap, while the other remained on the couch as you pressed against his side. When your fingers dipped into your wet cunt, Freddy pulled Monty off, facing the Crocodile towards you as you gasped.
"Fuck." Monty groaned, barely getting the word out between the electronic interference.
"I intend to." Was Freddy's cheerful reply, as he urged you to climb onto his lap. Monty remained on the floor, still stroking his cock as he watched with hungry eyes. He turned you around easily, making your dick twitch under your palm as you turned your head to the side, resting against his shoulder. Now you were spread wide again, thighs pushed up to almost touch your chest.
"Ready, superstar?" Freddy checked, and you could feel his slicked up dildo sliding against your entrance. You arched your back, pressing your
"My gorgeous superstar. My pretty boy." Freddy praised, easing your legs open wider as he watched you finger yourself. "Can I fuck you?"
You could only nod, feeling breathless as Freddy adjusts, slowly pushing the tip of the dildo inside you. You gasp- he's wide, and it feels like it's tearing you in half. But his gentle, slow movements make it more bearable as he slowly pumps into you, getting deeper with each roll of his hips.
"C'mon pretty thing, make some noise for us." Monty pants, once again reaching for his dick.
"Ah." Freddy doesn't stop, still intent on seating you on his dick. But if the look on Montys face means anything, the Bear is glaring at him. "I don't want you to touch yourself, Montgomery. I want you to watch." With that, he pushes all the way in and you almost slip out of his grip with how quickly you tense.
"Fuck no. It's bad enough I can't taste them, you ain't gonna-"
"Don't you want to use them again?" Freddy interrupts, tone too sweet for the subject. Being talked about like like object, a toy to be used and passed around only fogs your head further.
Thank god for the night shift.
"Because if you ever want to play with them again, you'll listen to my rules." Freddy punctuated with another roll of his hips, beginning to really fuck into you. In this position, everything was visible. Monty could probably see his dick pushing inside you. You could probably reach down and feel it. "Or I'll just have to keep my superstar all to myself, hm?" He checks, pressing your head aside to nuzzle the bit side of your neck. "You'd be my pretty playtoy. "
"Fuck you. Fuck!" Monty cursed, though he once again obeyed. Seemingly unable to sit still, he stood up to pace in front of the couch.
Then Freddy hit that special spot, and you saw stars. Loud moans fell from your lips, careless of who heard anymore. Once he had found it, Freddy didn't let up, thrusting into your core again and again.
Monty only stalked closer, stood back. Stalked closer, leaned in and inhaled, breathing in your scent and licking his maw.
"You have about two minutes, Fazfuck." Monty threatened, tail thrashing as he clenched his clawed fists. "Two fucking minutes or I'm ripping your jaw off."
"I don't think you want to do that." Freddy taunted, moving his arms to physically lift you up and down on his cock. You were drooling now, eyes rolled back and making so much noise. There was no way everyone didn't hear. "Is this upsetting you? Seeing what you thought was yours, enjoying another lover so much?"
"They are mine!"
The dick inside you began to vibrate, pushing deep as the hot feeling in your stomach rose. "Fuck, Freddy!" You screamed as an orgasm ripped through you, black fading in the edges of your vision. It was so good, so good. By the wet noises Freddy was making, pounding into you, there was no doubt you had made a mess. But when you peaked an eye open, just for a moment, Monty descended on you.
He was kneeling in front of the couch and you didn't have time to protest before he was licking you, licking up the length of Freddy's cock still inside you and flicking your dick with the tip of his tongue. The sensations overwhelmed you, and the peak you thought was over crashed over you again with a wordless yelp.
Your hips were shaking, your whole body shaking as you came down. Freddy wasn't fucking into you anymore, but he kept his hips rolling, rocking inside you.
"They're yours? But I thought it was my name they just yelled." Freddy replied smugly, holding you close against his chest in a bear hug.
"Get the fuck out." Was the growled response.
"Or what, Montgomery? Are you going to make me?"
"GET THE FUCK OUT!" Monty yelled, turning to kick a bowling ball across the room. It clanged loudly on a ruined arcade machine, rolling a short distance before cracking neatly in two. He turned back to Freddy, mechanic chest heaving and claws tensed.
Freddy was silent for half a moment, before shaking his head. He slowly pulled you off him, dick easing out just as slowly as he had put it in. "He never learns." He commented casually to you, pressing his soft nose against your forehead as he set you gently on the couch.
Dazed, you could only nod before Freddy stepped away. He was leaving? So soon? You felt like curling into a ball. This was so humiliating.
Freddy stood to wipe at imaginary grime on his chest, acting as if Monty wasn't three feet away still growling. When Freddy did acknowledge his existence, it was simply a nod before he took a step away.
Monty watched him go for only a second before taking a step towards you. Blinking slowly, you didn't get a chance to warn the gator until it was too late.
Freddy gripped Monty's mohawk from behind, pushing hard to force the gator to his knees. Snarling, Monty tried to swipe his tail at Freddy's ankles, but the bigger animatronic only stomped on it, pinning the thrashing metal In place.
"You never know how to play nice." Freddy growled, lifting his other leg to kick Monty down. Monty fell on his chest, rolling quickly to attack. But the weight on his tail stopped him from going far; yanking him back with a groan.
"You never know how to keep your fucking hands to yourself!" Monty shouted back, yanking his tail and adjusting his knees to try and stand yet again.
"I don't need your permission to play with whats mine." Freddy kicked his head, forcing Montys face into the carpet as Freddy pinned it there with his foot. "You ungrateful whore. I let you watch, and you have the call to throw a tantrum?" He scolded, leaning to grab Monty's tail and yank him up by it.
You were now huddled in the corner of the couch, as far away from the animatronics as you could get. You had no idea if this was playful or real, if you were about to witness a scene or a murder.
"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!" Monty yelled back, trying in vain to get out of the humiliating position. His ass was in the air, Freddy's grip on his tail keeping it upright. While his face was pressed sideways onto the carpet, not a foot from the bottom of the couch. You could see drool still leaking out from between his fangs, making the carpet damp. His hips twitched, and while he made no move to touch himself, there was a familiar orange liquid leaking onto the carpet.
Ah. Masochist.
"You could never. You're too busy presenting yourself," Freddy dropped to his knees, giving you a wink before pressing up behind Monty. Though the foot was no longer keeping him down, Monty stayed where he was. "For me to fuck you. Aren't you, disgusting slut. So desperate for a cock in you that you just had to interrupt."
Monty groaned, voice cracking into a mess of interference as Freddy yanked his ass higher. When he did not respond, however, Freddy leaned forward to pull his head up by the Mohawk, right in front of you.
Your eyes locked with Monty, and you quickly snapped your mouth shut at the loopy, one eye half lidded look on his face. It almost looked scary, with his jaw hanging down and drool pooling down where his face was.
"Go on, Montgomery. You needed to be the center of attention, so thank your audience. After all," Freddy pushed his tail aside once again, adjusting something before pushing forward in one quick motion. "We both know you're going to give a great show for them."
Monty screeched. You usually only heard him like that after a rough round of Roxanne racing, or a really long day of hitting golf balls into the moat. It actually made you flinch back, and Freddy finally released Monty's head to grab his hips.
Monty simply let his head hang, even going as far to rest with his elbows pressed to the carpet. Buzzing was filling the room, and you finally got the courage to peek up and see what Freddy was doing.
Of course, Freddy was fucking Monty like he had wronged him. Rough and fast, it was nothing like how he treated you. The buzzing must have been his cock vibrating, and as the noise grew to a higher pitch, Monty collapsed onto the carpet with a drawn out glitchy moan.
"Taking it so easily. Is this even enough for you?" Freddy demanded, and when Monty didn't respond he dug his claws into Monty's back and scraped.
The metal on metal sound wasn't pleasant, Freddy's claws scratching the paint and even digging into his hull at a few points. But even as you leaned back again, Monty huffed and arched his back towards Freddy, only presenting his ass further.
"Answer me."
Silence, save for broken noises that could be interpreted as sobs.
"I said answer me." At this point, Freddy looked furious. You couldn't help but be glad this anger wasn't directed at you- at least Monty seemed to enjoy the treatment.
"Fucking answer me, you whore!" Then Freddy was yelling, yanking Monty's tail as he fucked into him mercilessly. He wasn't holding back- the clunk of his thighs repeatedly hitting the back of Monty's legs was enough to give anyone a headache.
"No! No!" Monty finally gasped out, claws digging into the cheap carpet and tearing some up. "Fuck, no, not enough-" he was shaking his head, and your dick gave a valiant effort to rise again at the sight of the powerful croc reduced to his knees, a begging mess.
"Of course not. " Freddy huffed in response, shaking his head. Then his eyes met yours, and a kind look returned to his face as if he hadn't been demolishing Monty's ass. "Gettting bored, superstar? The show is pretty nice, hm?" He chuckled, extenuating his words with another hard thrust. Monty keened, but Freddy seemed content to ignore the gator.
"..maybe." You replied, finding your confidence now that the only bot willing to punish you was currently... out of commission. "I was wondering if I could..play, too." You asked politely, shifting on your thighs.
Monty had been digging around for a bit, searching for his and Freddy's dildos. You would be lying if you said the present box sitting on the floor near the edge of the couch didn't spark your curiosity. You wondered if it was just dildos, or if Monty hid other toys.
Freddy must have followed your gaze, because he tilted his head and his happy expression only grew bigger. "Of course, superstar! I'm sure Montgomery won't mind if a pretty thing like you touches his things." He carded a hand through Monty's mohawk, just as another particularly brutal thrust made the gator twitch, thighs spreading further. "Will you, Montgomery?"
"Go-" Montys words were cut off by a strangled glitched out groan as Freddy upped the vibrations of the toy inside him. "Hh, go crazy, baby. " He finally got out, tilting his head to rest his metal cheek against the carpet so he could see you. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, and his eyes remained half lidded, even as he watched you climb over the couch to the box.
After lifting the lid, you took a moment to admire Monty's vast collection. Dildos of all shapes and sizes [most of them bigger than you could even think about taking] plugs, [did he wear those under his groin plate? You shivered at the thought.] And a few different vibrators.
"Where did you even get these?" You asked the Gator, picking a neon pink dildo in the shape of a tentacle out of the box. It must have been as big as your forearm, and just as wide.
"None of your-"
"He has to have them specially ordered in." Interrupted Freddy, still busy with fucking Monty [albeit a bit slower]. "It caused quite the laugh, when the mechanics heard their AI was so advanced-" he stroked a gentle hand up Montys back, over the scratches you would probably have to buff out later. "That they could develop a sex drive. Of course, nobody expected that Montgomery gator would be the biggest size king of us all."
Monty groaned, and turned to hide his face back against the carpet. But a yank at his mohawk from Freddy stopped him, and the gator reluctantly looked in your direction. Everywhere but your eyes, of course.
"Oh, don't be embarrassed, Montgomery. " Freddy comforted, even as he pulled Montys hair and head back so his chin and jaw were on the floor. "I love every opportunity I have to put you in your place." He hummed, a inquisitive look crossing his face. "Its the only time you're not as... prickly." Freddy teased, making Monty growl half heartedly.
So it was a reoccurring thing, you pondered as you pulled a pretty lavender dildo out of the box. It was probably the most human shaped out of all of them, though it was missing balls. Also one of the smallest- smaller than both Freddy and Monty's cock.
The next thing you pulled out was a bullet vibrator, with cute little blue lightning bolts on it. You turned to wave it in Montys face, watching his eyes shut and him grit his fangs together. "Look familiar?" You teased, glancing between him, the toy, and the blue symbol on Freddy's chest.
"Oh, that one's new!" Freddy pointed out, leaning over until his back was pressed against Monty's. He was going at an almost humane pace now, rolling his hips deep into Monty at an angle that made the Gator huff with every movement.
"I bet he got it because of you." You pointed out, feeling very cocky now that you knew Freddy was on your side. "I bet that's all he ever thinks about, getting a-" You gulped, cheeks flushing as you hesitated. "A cock shoved inside him."
"Fuck you." Was Monty's strangled reply, and you peeked down at him with a smile. "You weren't so fuckin smug when I had you by the throa-"
Freddy slammed Montys head back down, cutting off his sentence as he stopped his hip movements entirely. "Montgomery. Don't be a rude little whore. They're right, aren't they?" Freddy insisted, growling lowly in his chest.
Watching the violent display of dominance only served to make your dick wetter, as you adjusted to press the lavender dildo against your entrance. You didn't know how much therapy you needed if wayching your two favorite animatronics fuck made you horny, but you figured you could consult your therapist another time. You pushed the thought to the back of your head as you ran the dildo along your pussy, sighing. You were on the couch directly in front of both Freddy and Monty, Monty's head pressed into the carpet by your feet.
"Suck my dick, Fazfuck." Monty groaned, beginning to struggle yet again. His legs pressed together; and his tail thrashed up to hit Freddy right on the cheek. There was a loud clang, and everything was silent for a moment save for the sound of buzzing.
"Oh, bad idea." You said quietly.
"Excuse me?"
"I said, fuck you."
"You couldn't if you tried." Was Freddy's growled response, as he grabbed Monty's tail to yank it up. Monty's ass followed, raising into the air further. Monty struggled, pushing back up on his elbows.
That idea was smushed quickly as Freddy hit him. Just smacked the back of his head against the carpet. Monty growled, almost shaking the room with the loud noise. But Freddy was having none of it, quickly yanking his head back up so it was level with your dick.
You gasped at the movement, legs twitching wider. You finally pushed the dildo in, raising an eyebrow at the desperate look on Monty's face.
"What? You did this to yourself." You insisted, face flushing as you pressed the lavender dildo deep inside you.
"They're right, Montgomery. " Freddy huffed, pulling almost entirely out before thrusting in hard. Monty drooled, closing his eyes as his jaw dropped open. "This is exactly what you wanted, hm? You're lucky I'm fucking you at all. You're lucky they're letting you watch." Freddy nodded at you, once again fucking into Monty at a brutal pace.
"Now put your whore mouth to use for my superstar, hm?"
Monty's eyes opened, looking up at you with flashing eyes. He licked his maw, long tongue tracing along his fangs as his eyes dropped to the toy you were fucking into yourself.
"With pleasure." Monty managed to grunt out, leaning the few inches to trace his tongue along the dildos base that wasn't inside you. Then he traced up, up, licking towards your dick as you threw your head back.
Hot pleasure coursed through you as Monty reached his destination, flicking at your cock with his tongue. His drool only served to make you wetter, viscous liquid sliding down your entrance and slicking up your thighs.
"Oh fuck, Monty." You moaned, finding his hair with one hand. Unlike Freddy, you were content to simply run your hands through it. It felt so good, and you lolled your head to the side to watch the scene in front of you.
Freddy was still fucking into Monty, albeit genter [probably not to force his face, and thus fangs, against your dick] than he was before. You pumped the dildo in and out of you quicker, eyes lidded as you followed Freddy's arms to Montys raised ass. The bear still had Monty's tail in one hand, holding it up as he looked appreciatively at the animatronic beneath him.
Then he looked up at you. His eyes softened, and you smiled at him. This wasn't the situation you expected yourself to be in tonight, but you definitely liked where it ended up.
"Hey there, Superstar." Freddy murmured, barely audible from behind Monty and the Vibrations.
"Hey there, Freddy." You replied easily, groaning as you pushed the dildo deep inside you, finally reaching the same spot the animatronics had hit earlier. It wasn't as easy on your own, but it did tear a whimper out of you.
"Oh, pretty boy. I love the noises you're making for us." Freddy praised, just as Monty's tongue began to vibrate.
"Shit, Monty... Freddy!" Your coherent thought quickly fell apart as you began thrusting the dildo quicker. Not enough, not enough, even as your eyes rolled back. You groaned, wiggling your hips to get impossibly closer to Monty.
"Fuck, c'mere doll. " Monty finally broke, pulling away so he could grab you. Startled, you almost dropped the dildo as he dragged you down to the carpet, under him.
Still hearing the faint clanks of Freddy fucking the Gator while he loomed over you, licking your juices off his maw as he adjusted to rest on one elbow. Before you could protest, his other hand had carefully found the dildo still pushed inside you and began to pull it out.
Then push it back in.
Monty watched as you groaned deeply, eyes flicking up and down your body as he fucked you faster. "Atta boy." He growled, eyes lidding as his hips twitched.
"Fuck, please, please!" You begged, so close, so close.
Then Freddy groaned, pressing deep inside Monty as the light behind Monty's eyes flickered. "Oh fuck baby-" Monty huffed, blinking rapidly as he lashed his tail around, evidently free of Freddy's grip. "Baby, pretty thing-" Then his head hung, right next to your shoulder that he had bit earlier.
Something wet was dripping onto your calves, between Monty's legs. Before you could check, Monty moaned loud, pressing the dildo to the spot inside you that made you see stars.
Your back arched and you yelled, orgasm tearing through you as you squeezed your eyes shut. Monty groaned above you, more liquid splattering onto your chest and belly as the huge animatronic shuddered.
A few moments passed in silence. You managed to open your eyes, brain still foggy as you blinked. Lifting your neck, you peeked at your chest.
You were covered in the orange liquid that you assumed was the animatronic version of cum. On your legs [presumably from Freddy cumming inside Monty, or pulling out and cumming on your body.] And on your chest and torso, spilling down your sides.
Fuck, you didn't care. That was hot. Though you were pretty sure your dick was bruised, so no chance of getting fucked again.
At least. Not tonight.
Monty's eyes flickered back to life above you, and you remembered that you had a 600 pound animatronic just chilling above you. You followed Monty's gaze as he looked you up and down, looking as relaxed as you had ever seen him.
"Hey, doll." He finally managed to say, raising an eyebrow at you and giving a grin. Then he pushed himself up onto his knees, holding out a hand.
You took his hand easily, letting him pull you up to a kneel. Then Freddy was on your side, dick detached and reaching for you.
Monty let Freddy take you, picking you up easily and holding you to his warm chest. Monty hung back, running a hand through his mohawk as he looked up and down at the mess on your chest again.
"You're probably getting covered in... uh.." You said, a bit nervous now that this was all over. Did this mean you were just sex buddies now? Or would they-
"Messes can be cleaned. " Freddy interrupts, softly. "And I viewed this whole experience as a good time, didn't you?" He prompted, stroking through your hair.
"Yeah, pretty thing." Said Monty, looking down at the both of you. He had stood at one point, tail waving gently back and forth as he clicked on his groin plate. "Have fun with your favorite Rockstar?" With a glance to Freddy, "Rockstars?" He corrected, winking.
You chuckled, pressing your cheek against Freddy's chest. "Yeah, I had fun." You confirmed, tracing the blue lightning bolt on his chest. Then you glanced over to Monty, watching him adjust his mohawk. Again. "Hey, you gonna join the cuddle pile?" You teased, hoping he would say yes.
Knowing he would say no.
"Nah, I ain't gotta do that shit." Monty replied after a moment of hesitation, just as you predicted. "I'll leave the sappy shit to you and fazfuck over there."
"Please, Montgomery?"
At Freddy's request, Monty paused. Another moment of hesitation before he huffed and made his way back to the both of you. He sat down with a thump, throwing an arm around Freddy and you. "Aight. Don't get any ideas In your head about cuddle sessions, doll. One time occurrence." He insisted, but he pulled the both of you closer as he said it.
"Of course not." You said, corners of your mouth pulling into a smile. You took advantage of their warmth, cuddling into their arms as exhaustion clouded your limbs. You pressed your cheek against Freddy's chest, allowing your eyes to close and sleep to take you.

"GET READY TO JAM, ROCKSTARS! THIS IS THE FIRST CALL FOR ROCKSTAR ROW TO GET READY FOR YOUR MORNING PERFORMANCE!"
You jerked awake with a start, scrambling to jump onto your feet. You were still in Freddy's arms, and he let you get to your wobbly legs. Monty laughed at the baby lamb look, while Freddy simply smiled endearingly at you.
"Holy shit, it's already 10:00 AM?" you asked, blinking the sleep from your eyes. "Shit, I don't have clothes!" You turned on your heel to throw an accusing glare at Monty, who simply smiled and shrugged.
"My bad, doll."
"Ugh! I was supposed to be gone hours ago! Fuck, how am I supposed to sneak out naked?" Before the panic could cloud your mind, Freddy laid a comforting hand on your shoulder.
"I happen to have a Mega Pizzaplex shirt in my stomach hatch, which is only on sale for 29.99!" He said cheerfully, and at your blank look, opened his hatch to present the large sweater. "But for you, superstar, It's on the house. Er, pizzaplex."
You took the sweater, pressing the cheap fabric with your thumbs. The faces of the main band stared back at you, and you avoided Chica's eyes as you pulled it over your head. She may be your best gal pal, but she was never going to learn of this night.
"Still no pants." You said after the sweater was pulled over your head. Your slacks were sitting in the corner, of course, but they were also torn into two pieces.
"You know, nobody checks my room. Too terrified of getting the Monty treatment, I guess." He shrugged, ruffling your hair with his claws as he shifted on his feet, tail waving back and forth gently. "So you could stay here, until tonight."
"That's a great idea, Montgomery!" Freddy praised, patting the Gators back as he smiled at you both. "Then, we can sneak you out before the doors close. We usually spend the night wandering."
"You sure? I can just...stay here all day?" You double checked, glancing between the two animatronics as you fiddled with nothing. It's not like you had much to do today, anyway. It was supposed to be your day off. But this was much better than the dark quiet of your lonely apartment.
"Go ahead, sweetheart."
"Yeah, of course!"
"ATTENTION ROCKSTARS! THIS IS YOUR 30 MINUTE CALL FOR CURTAIN! PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE BACKSTAGE. I REPEAT,ROCKSTAR ROW, PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE BACKSTAGE."
"Montgomery, we must go. The show starts soon." Freddy urged, patting the gators shoulder. He gave you a smile, fixing his bow tie. "I'll see you later, superstar!"
"That's my cue, baby." Monty stood, mussing your hair one last time before he took a few steps towards the door. "You gonna be here when I get back tonight?"
"Of course." You replied, throwing yourself onto the couch with a huff. You waved goodbye to the both of them as they left the room, door hissing shut behind them. You glanced around the room, taking in the broken arcade machines, torn up stuffies, and snapped in half guitar. Your eyes drifted to the present box at the end of the couch, lid still shifted open.
Well, at least you wouldn't be bored.

I- uhm I'm sorry