A/N: Sorry for taking so long for updating. I won't be able to update for awhile, but I decided to leave you guys with this. I hope y'all enjoy and thanks for all the views. It means so much to me. Anyways, enjoy what my evil and probably sexually motivated mind has come up with... okay, that last part was a joke... never mind. Enjoy!
Third Night
"Hey… Xander, can I ask you a question," asks Ryan awkwardly.
Xander looks up from what he's doing and, turning to face Ryan, he simply says, "Yeah."
She smiles and, as she shuffles her feet, she looks towards the ground as she asks, "Could… Could you… fix something…?"
"Um… what kind of something?"
Pulling out a picture of Foxy, she hands it over to him, hoping he would just notice all the holes… and not the appendage in between his legs.
Xander looks it over before he asks, "Does that thing have a penis?"
"Um… I guess you can say that it does…"
Xander looks up and asks, "Is that thing… posing? It looks like it's trying to seduce someone… But to answer your question, yeah, we can fix him. You'll have to talk to the owner before we go and weld scrap metal to the thing though."
Ryan starts to blush, knowing that it was posing for her, and she says, "Okay… thanks…"
"Anytime little sis."
As she sat in the security office, watching all the cameras, she sighs heavily. "Chica's in the kitchen… Bonnie is in the backroom… Freddy is on the stage… Foxy is in Pirate Cove showing off his nice and- I mean his abnormal- I mean his… he's showing off his private parts to me, which I think is very disgusting… yeah…"
As she looks towards the backroom again, she sees "Foxy X Ryan" on one of the walls. "I swear, nights just get weirder and weirder… I hope that tonight just goes by smoothly… and nothing weird happens…"
She looks at 1A to see Freddy holding a picture of Foxy… and her with a huge heart in the middle. "Well then… I guess smoothly was out of the question… maybe this is why Mike quit…"
She remembers her boss, the owner of Freddy's, whose name is Freddy, talking about the previous security guard. He said that Mike lasted five nights… he went a sixth night before he quit.
As she looked back to Pirate Cove, Foxy was still in the same pose as before, his left hand behind his back holding his tail while his hook held his cock up, giving her a good view of how big he is.
"Uh… I'm going to look somewhere else now…"
As she flipped it to the kitchen, the audio feed picked up something else. Usually it was Chica's music or something… but this time, it was something more… romantic would be too strong of a word… sweet maybe?
"Well… that's better than hearing scratch marks… or laughing… this night is weird…"
As she looked back to Pirate Cove, she sees Foxy is gone. The weird part about it was that she couldn't help but smile.
"Looks like he's coming… well, things just got more interesting…"
She looks towards the hallway… to see Foxy walking up towards the security office. "He sure is quick…"
That's when she hears the clicking noise. She swivels around to see Foxy, pressing the light button with his cock again.
"Well… hello there… so… what brings you here… Foxy?"
If Foxy could show any facial reactions, he'd be shocked. He was expecting her to run… not talk to him. Perhaps things are going to go a lot better than before.
She slowly stands up and walks to the door before pushing the door button, bringing the door down with a dull thud. She turns around to see the machine… to see Foxy slowly walk inside before closing the door behind him.
She had no idea on how she knew, but she smiles at him and says, "It's alright… after what happened last night, I know you won't hurt me," she says as she walks back to her chair before sitting down.
Foxy, still shocked at what just happened, walks over to the stool and sits down, facing her. He simply stares at her, as if wanting an answer.
"Foxy… by the way you're acting, I'm starting to think you're more nervous than me…"
Foxy, looking at the time, relaxes a bit. It's only three in the morning. Knowing he had three hours, he had enough time to do whatever he wanted to do to her. So he simply stared at her, wanting to tell her something. But alas, he could not.
She sighs and, looking at him, she says, "One of my brothers is coming in tomorrow… well, I'll ask the boss first, but if he says yes, one of my brothers is coming in to fix you… if you'd like that…?"
Foxy simply stares at her. He didn't know what to think… I mean, he would love to be fully fixed again… but he was afraid that being fixed would make him forget… or at least, forget that he wasn't trying to kill her.
He turns away from her, trying to think of an answer when he hears the door open. He looks up and, turning around, he sees that she's gone. So she was still afraid of him.
He quickly stands up and walks towards Pirate's Cove. That's where she was last time… and her sense of direction in the dark was awful.
It didn't take very long to actually get to Pirate's Cove and it took less time to find her. She was hiding under one of the tables, shaking terribly. He just wished there was something he could do… Well, maybe there was something he could do.
He looks at one of the clocks and, seeing it was four, relaxes a bit. If it was five, he'd be a little more worried. He walks over to her and, picking her up bridal style, carries her back to the security office.
As he enters, he sets her down in her chair before closing the door, locking them in the room. Honestly, when she ran away, he thought of the kids that used to come by and visit him…
She looks up at him and, tears streaming down her face, she asks, "Why… Why are you doing this?"
Why was she so afraid? He wasn't going to kill her… Is that what she was afraid of? Getting killed? Perhaps there was something he could do…
He walks towards her and, placing his left hand on her back, he starts to rub her, trying to get her to relax.
"Just… Just kill me… I can't take this anymore…"
Foxy just continues to rub and pat her back till he got another idea. She stopped last time so… maybe it'll work this time.
He scoots closer to her and presses his cock against her mouth, trying to part her lips and gain access.
She didn't like that so much. She ended up pushing away and, looking up at him, she asks, "What the hell… ew! Is that what you're trying to do? Fuck me?"
Foxy simply stares at her, though she simply assumed that he was probably saying yes. With a sigh, Ryan looks at the time to see it is four thirty. Whatever passed the time so she could go home, she'd do it.
"Alright… fine…"
Foxy simply approaches her and, placing his cock at her mouth again, he pushes it till her lips part and it presses against her teeth, wanting access.
It felt so flesh-like. It was very weird to her. Honestly, she preferred it when it just posed to her… and not try to shove things into her…
She opens her mouth, allowing his cock to slide inside before wrapping her lips around it, his knot in full view. She'd just go along with the blowjob, she would not let him penetrate her tonight… or ever.
As he thrusts, the tip of his cock rams into the back of her throat. She tries to close her eyes, though when his cock hit her throat, her eyes would shoot wide open. It was like he was forcing her to watch.
She looks up at the time to see that it is four thirty five. How long could this machine last?
All the sudden, the machine, using both his hand and his hook, holds her head tight. She frowns… till he picks up speed, his cock sliding into her throat faster and harder.
She wasn't sure if she should just enjoy it or hate it… she never did anything like this before… especially with a machine known to kill people.
She simply watched as its hips pulled back before thrusting forward, slamming its cock deep into her mouth… well, she couldn't really call Foxy an it anymore. Foxy had a penis so… technically, that made Foxy a male.
As Foxy pounded her mouth like his own personal fuck hole, he starts to malfunction. She was curious as to what was going on, thinking he was going to turn and rip her head off… till he leans his head back… and something floods her throat. It was thick and salty… she had no idea what it was…
That's when everything clicks together. Foxy came into her mouth. She was disgusted, but thankful that he was simply interested in sex and not stuffing her into a bear suit… though stuffing her was something he was probably thinking of.
As Foxy relaxes, he looks back at the clock to see it is four fifty. He had an hour left. Deciding to make their time together… more interesting, he uses his hand to push her lower onto the ground and, now that she's looking up, he places a foot on her chair before lowering himself, his cock sliding down her throat.
Her eyes were wide, obviously not expecting this from him. He simply keeps on going, wanting to come in her throat again.
Ryan simply relaxes her gullet, doing her best to breathe through her nose as Foxy's cock slid down her throat. His knot pressed against her snout, thankfully, being that she did not want that in her mouth… her jaw would probably be sore tomorrow from all this.
As five o'clock came around, Foxy starts to go faster and harder, using his hook to open her mouth as he pushed his knot in and pulled it out, repeating the process over and over. Ryan simply closes her eyes, being that that was the only thing she could do as he throat fucked her.
All the sudden, he starts to malfunction again, though Ryan knows what to expect. Forcing his knot into her one last time, Ryan holds her breath as a fresh wave of hot cum floods into her throat.
She just hoped that when six came around, she'd be able to take a hot shower… and wash out her mouth…
As five became five ten, she watched as Foxy pulled his cock out of her mouth. A single strand of his hot seed connected itself to her upper lip. It was disgusting… at least, that's what she told herself.
Foxy sits down in the stool, either tuckered out… or perhaps waiting for her to recover. Sometimes, she wished she had brought a water bottle.
As she rested on her knees, she felt like throwing up… though she also felt like she wanted more. It was making her mad…
She looks up at him and, seeing his cock still hard, chuckles slightly. Perhaps she would have fun with him tomorrow… Perhaps she'd let him… see more than just a red security uniform.
She chuckles a bit and, looking up at the time, she sees that it is five thirty. Foxy quickly stands up and starts to head back to his regular position, but Ryan suddenly stops him.
"Foxy… before you go back… Perhaps I can… give you something to remember me by… till twelve tomorrow."
Foxy simply stares at her, wondering what she wanted to give him. Knowing he was interested, she unbuttons her shirt and, revealing her pink bra, smiles at him. "See anything you like," she asks, repeating the phrase he had written on the Out of Order sign.
He must have because he suddenly approaches her and places his hook in between her breasts. The cold metal almost made her shudder till he pulled it towards him, removing her bra. She was surprised and, as she looks down, he places his left hand on her right shoulder, just using enough force to get his message across that he wanted her to kneel.
Sighing heavily, she starts to lower herself down till he forces his cock in between her breasts. He stops pushing and simply holds her in that position, sliding his cock along her cleavage. Now she wished it was six… or perhaps that she hadn't done that.
Hoping that she could make it go faster, she puts both of her hands on her breasts and squeezes them together. It worked because he starts to thrust like made. His cock felt weird against her chest, but whatever didn't end her life, she was fine with.
Five thirty soon turned to five forty and Foxy continued to thrust while Ryan held her breasts together, hoping he would come soon so she could go home. Unfortunately, he didn't. He simply continued to thrust, but he placed his left hand on her back, allowing him more stability, thus allowing him to put more power into breast fucking Ryan.
She saw him start to twitch and she realized that he was getting close again. She was right of course because he suddenly came on her face, spraying a torrent of alabaster fluid onto her face. She had to close her eyes, that way none of his fluid got into her eye… plus it would save her from explaining how she had come in her eye.
When he finished, she feels him pull his cock out… and she felt his hot fluids spray onto her breasts. She opens her eyes and sighs heavily. Foxy never made anything easy for her.
When he finally finished, he turned and opened the door before leaving, disappearing down the dark hallway once more.
Ryan sighs heavily and, looking around, says, "I know there are some napkins around here… I will not come home like this… and where did he put my bra?"