A/: Thanks for all the reviews, views, favorites, and follows. Honestly, I would never expect to have over 1000 views and 13 favorites and 19 followers (I think I have my numbers right...) Anyways, thanks again for everything. Without you guys, this would never be possible. So, I decided to do a robot's plight in this chapter... okay, I won't be a spoiler alert. Enjoy!

Night Four

Getting approval from her boss was the easy part. The hard part was fixing Foxy… though Xander reassured her that he could do it.

Xander, out of her brothers, was the odd one. He was dark grey with blue eyes while Alex and Hunter were light grey with blue eyes and Xavier was dark grey with green eyes. They looked at Xander like he was… different. But then again, Alex also looked at Hunter like he was a complete retard so… guess it's just a guy thing.

Opening the curtain to find Foxy, Xander's eyes drift downwards… looking at Foxy's cock. "So… when did he get that?"

My boss, the owner of this 'fine' establishment, simply shrugs his shoulders. "You might as well ask me how many stars are in the sky. I simply do not know… but as long as he has that, he's going to remain out of order."

Xander nods his head and continues to examine Foxy. My boss simply walks away, probably going to go entertain some children… or something. Xander, using a black marker, puts an X on Foxy's chest, his right arm, and his left arm. He then kneeled down and placed an X on his feet before standing up and placing an X on his jaw.

"Okay… so I'm going to go into the backroom where all the parts are. I want to see if I can at least make him look decent enough so he doesn't look like… well… like he's going to break at any moment."

Xander turns to leave, leaving Ryan and Foxy alone. She stands there nervously, not used to being alone with Foxy… well… during the day. When he was active, at least she knew he was coming to the security office. It's not like he went anywhere else.

As she stood in front of him, she looks down at his cock, admiring his size. She couldn't help as she reached out and grabbed it before stroking it. She's never done this before so she didn't realize she was pumping her hand too hard.

"What the hell are you doing?"

She suddenly stops and, as she turns around, she sees Xander looking at her with an amused smile. She lets go of Foxy's cock and, blushing tremendously, she says, "Oh… I was… I was just… um… trying to see if… it can come… I mean, come out."

Xander starts to laugh, nearly dropping the box he was holding. He had to set it down before he actually did drop it. "Oh my God… you look like a child… caught doing something… they weren't supposed to do… You should see your face!"

Blushing even harder, she places her right hand on her left arm and, looking down, she says quietly, "Shut up…"

Xander, still laughing hard, approaches Foxy and says, "I don't know who to feel bad for; you for being caught or him for getting a horrible hand job!"

"Whatever… Just fix him before I hurt you."

Xander looks at Foxy and says, "Alright, alright… I'll fix him up… just stand there and try not to grab onto his cock while I'm working."

With an irritated sigh, Ryan simply stands there, watching Xander as he opens up Foxy. She watched his face goes from pure concentration to total amazement.

"What is it," asks Ryan, curious as to what he found.

"There's… well… I found some sort of… tank in here…"

"Tank? Like… the ones that go boom… or bam…?"

Xander sighs heavily and he says, "No… not a military tank. A tank… it holds stuff like water. Think of a fish tank."

Ryan chuckles slightly and, as she approaches Xander, she looks inside to see something with a black top. "Is that it?"

"Yeah…" he says and as he opens it, he nearly faints from the shock. "Holy shit!"

"What… what is that," asks Ryan as she stares inside.

"Well… if I were to make an educated guess… I'd say that it was cum."

"Cum? You mean…"

"Yep, prego cream, man sauce… cum."

Ryan simply stares at it and, looking down, she asks, "What's that tube?"

Xander looks and sees a tube connected to the side of the tank. He places his finger on it and, as he follows it down, he says, "Well… it's connected to… his cock."

"You mean to say that this machine… can cum?"

"Yep… it appears that way."

Xander stands up and, after closing the machine's stomach plate, he starts to weld pieces of metal onto the holes, doing what he can to cover up the exposed wiring. "Last thing we need is Foxy here to short circuit… or go haywire."

"Well… explains why the machine likes to-"

"Likes to what," asks Xander as he welds a piece of metal to Foxy's chest.

"Well… he likes to… pose for the camera."

"Well… that's probably programming. Tell you what; I'll take a sample of Foxy's semen and tell you who it belongs to."

"Okay… thanks."

Xander smiles and continues to work on Foxy, wanting to have the machine fixed up before Ryan starts her shift.

Starting her shift, she remembers what Xander said. He had told her that he fixed the circuits in his neck, allowing him to speak, though it would probably take a while for him to actually speak. He had also replaced his hook with a newer one, being his old one was… bent.

He also replaced some of his missing teeth, giving him a more pirate look. Ryan chuckles a bit and, looking at the cameras, she sees the curtains still closed. "Oh Foxy… I hope he turned you back on… or maybe you need your rest…"

As she sat there, she goes to the backroom to see Bonnie… holding a picture of her and Foxy. "Oh, how… wait… Really?"

Instead of it being a picture of her and Foxy with a huge heart, it was Foxy and her… she was on her knees in the picture.

"Perverted machine."

She flips the camera to one of the hallways and, seeing Chica, she sighs. "Well, at least you're… Hey!"

On one of the walls, it says, 'Ryan loves Foxy's taste!' Ryan growls and, nearly pounding her fists onto the console, she shouts, "Fuck you Chica… you chicken… thing!"

She sighs before switching the camera to 1B… and sees Freddy. "I swear, if he writes anything bad… or has a bad picture, I'll stuff him inside a bear suit."

Fortunately, he didn't have a bad picture, nor did he write anything bad. Unfortunately, he had a picture of her and Foxy… being married.

"Great… now they want Foxy and I to be engaged… it's like they like it when I'm getting stuffed by Foxy…"

Switching to 1C, she sees the curtains open and Foxy is gone. "Well… here goes another night of me being screwed… I just hope he doesn't want my…" she sighs heavily, hearing the door close behind her.

"Well… Foxy is here…" and as the other doors close, she says, "And it seems that this office is like our little love spot… if you can call it love."

Turning around, she smiles at the now fixed Foxy. He had no holes in him anymore… as far as she could tell. His teeth were brand new and his hook glimmered in the light. His eye patch was new… hell, nearly everything was new… except for his cock.

As he stands there, he looks her over before placing his hook underneath his knot, lifting it up slightly. She simply looked at it, not sure what she should do. All the sudden, he places his left hand on her leg, giving her pants a slight pull.

"Oh… you want them… off…"

She looks down at her pants, her alternate protection to her flower, before she asks, "How about you take them off... I mean, I'm sure you don't want to-"

Not even letting her finish, Foxy grabs hold of her belt before he rips it off. She was surprised that he didn't rip her pants. He undoes the zipper and button before he removes her jeans, her bright red panties revealing themselves.

If Foxy could drool, he would be doing so right now, looking at where her triangle would be. Ryan smiles and, looking at Foxy, says, "Sorry Foxy… but we're saving that spot… for another time…"

Foxy looks up at her and simply stares, as if shocked that he wouldn't be able to take her tonight. But… he did have another spot he could take.

Using his left hand, he simply flips her over, getting a surprised squeal from Ryan. He had to make this work… otherwise it would be awkward for the both of them.

As her chest lay on the chair, her ass was presented to him like a trophy. He smiles and pulls her red panties down with his left hand, not wanting to get her mad for accidentally putting a hole in them with his hook.

Once her panties were around her legs, he uses his hook to lift her tail. He had to control himself… last thing he wanted to do was slam home and accidentally hurt her. This had to be enjoyable for both parties.

He pressed his cock against her taint hole, but suddenly stops. If she was the perfect angel he thought she was, it would be a tight squeeze. He would probably need something… to help him squeeze in.

He looks around the room, but sadly, he finds nothing to help him. He wanted to scream in rage till he spots something of interest. He stares at it before realizing it was some sort of lubricant. He might have laughed… if he could laugh, but instead he simply stands up and walks towards it, leaving Ryan with her ass presented.

He grabs the lubricant and, looking it over, concludes that it'll work. He then walks back towards Ryan before opening the bottle and pouring some onto his shaft. Using his left hand, he spreads it all over before deciding that he was ready.

Perhaps when his voice came back, he'd ask her why there was a bottle of lubricant on the desk. For now, he was going to have some fun with her first. At times like these, he wished he was real. Sure he'd be a real fox with a pirate hook and eye patch, but at least he'd have a tongue… and it wouldn't be awkward for Ryan to tell her family who she's been seeing.

Now that he thought about it, he'd do anything to be real. But the only problem was that there was nothing he can do to be real.

Standing behind her, he grabbed hold of her hips, his hook holding her leg nicely while his left held onto her hip. Perhaps he'd tease her first.

As she lifts her tail us, he places his girth at her asshole before prodding it. He gets an excited whimper… or a worried one. He could never tell with her. She would act like she liked him then she'd run off in fear so… he was never sure.

"Foxy… please, be careful. I've never had anything go in… back there before…"

Giving her hip a gentle squeeze with his left hand, as if assuring her he would, he slowly starts to push into her. If it hurt, he'd stop.

Ryan simply grits her teeth and muffles a painful gasp as Foxy pushes his cock into her. Sometimes she wished that Foxy didn't like her… but then again, if he didn't like her, she'd probably be stuffed inside of a Freddy suit so she was thankful that the only thing on his mind was stuffing her and not… stuffing her in a bear suit.

As he pushed into her, he suddenly stops, his knot preventing him from going any farther. She relaxes a bit… till he starts to thrust. Her grip on the chair tightens and her eyes shut as his cock slides within her.

As Foxy thrusts, he would lean to the right or the left, stretching her pucker so he could tie them together. He had no idea what time it was, but if it was close to six, he would know.

Not knowing why, Foxy heard Ryan let out what he could only describe as a moan… though it could also be her way of being in pain. He slows down till one could officially say he wasn't moving.

Ryan suddenly asks, "Why'd you stop?"

She wasn't really expecting an answer, being that he couldn't speak, but she was wondering why he wasn't humping her. She turns her head and, getting a good view of both Foxy and the clock, she sees that it is only four thirty.

"C'mon Foxy… fuck me hard," she says with a slight laugh, not used to speaking dirty to someone.

Foxy nods and goes back to thrusting, slowly building up speed till he was back to his original pace. She goes back to looking forward, laughing and moaning from his cock pounding her asshole.

Foxy decides to go harder so he tightens his grip and, lifting her ass slightly, increases his speed and the power behind his thrust, earning a surprised gasp and much louder moan from his girlfriend. That's when he began to think as he thrusts. Could he call her his girlfriend? He was machine, she was flesh and bone. The only reason he could cum was from a tank someone added inside of him… it was supposed to be for coolants or something, but Foxy decided to make it into something… better.

Perhaps in due time he could call her that. Hell, if he became real, he'd call her many things. Well… nice things. He'd never call her anything mean…

As four became four thirty, he forces his knot inside of her ass, locking them together. His mind was somewhere else as he humped her, thinking about what it would be like if he could feel, if he could touch… if he could literally love her. Hell, he would love it if he could actually feel his cock. He was only releasing based off times… and perhaps specific things, such as if she did anything different or if he tried something. The computer in his head would come up with a reasonable time for him and how long he would last…

Perhaps there was some way he could be real. Then he'd just release by feel and thought. There would be no timers. He wouldn't come within five to ten minutes… he would come when he was ready.

The computer in his head simply activated the tank which began to release his sperm through the tubes to his knot which then went up another tube… all the way to the tip, releasing hot seed deep within her asshole.

She let out a loud moan, loving the feel of his hot cum inside her. Foxy simply rubs her back… wondering what it would be like to have a real hand… and to run his fingers through her fur.

That's all he could think of… he wanted to have the ability to feel.