That took a while. Not much else to it, I got a bit lazy, and here we are, a week from the last time I updated something. I AM NOT DEAD! Thank you for your patience, today is TheKillerProductionz's OC. "Joy, now he's going to tell us to read his stories, STOP ADVERTISING BIT-" woah woah woah. I am sorry if some of you think that way, but this time I won't advertise him. Anyways, T-K is an anthro wolf with glock 18s. If any of you know Shit about guns like I do, go Google it (Definitely gonna copyright that). In the inspiration corner, not much, except that Vixey's name is inspired by TKP, and her personality is inspired by Loox from Under Tail, another great story about Undertale and lemons. Whew, that was long. No, I'm not stalling. P.S. I apologize for any offensive jokes in advance.
I was driving my car down Chicago Street, smoking a cigar. On the day of my 20th birthday, my parents told their college drop-out son to "get out of their house!". At least they let me take the Dodge Viper (my favorite car), which had been painted black and green. It was a nice 4 - wheel drive, with bullet - proof windows. My family was really rich, that was part of the reason that they kicked me out of the house. They wanted me to "find my own path.". Of course my sister (may she roast over primitive Indian bonfires) got to stay home in a beautiful, luxurious mansion, while I had to stay in a 2 - star motel with less than five bucks to my name. I would sell the car except A) I loved looking at my neighbor's face right after I drive by, and B) Sentimental value. I got back to my motel room (number 2, my neighbor and I were the only two poor enough to have to stay here), and lay down on my twin-size bed. As I lay there, I began reminiscing, and sat there for 10 minutes or so of blissful silence. Wait, that wasn't good, my neighbor always caused a racket, and never left the room! "Crap, I forgot to lock my car!" I sprinted outside, and, to my horror, saw my neighbor making donuts in my $90,000 sports car, until all the wheels popped simultaneously. I stared at him in shock, and when I recovered, yelled "I'm gonna sue your ass for that!". He merely cackled, and replied "Good luck,you have no proof!". That was one of the reasons that this crappy motel has only 2 stars. They had no security cameras, didn't give give a shit about your property, and it was in a rural part of town. Also the closest Domino's was an hour away (the agony!). My neighbor merely got out and sat on his porch eating McDonald's. I stood up and walked away, weeping internally. I sat on my bed, brainstorming for a way to get my Dodge working again. Flippin' patties? Never again. Cashier? Not a people person. Rent myself out as a clown? I'll get shot within the first week. I lay down and groaned, which was quickly followed by a gasp of pain as I smacked my head on the wall of my tiny room. As my eyes were shut in agony (it hurt, okay?), A piece of paper floated down and onto my face. I read it. "Freda Fazbear's Pizza, where imagination comes to life. Blah, blah, blah, come work the night shift at Freda's, blah, 12-6 AM, blah, blah, blah, blah, $300 a week, blah, blah, Freda Fazbear's Pizza is not responsible for damage to person and/or belongings, now hiring! Sweet!" It was as if my prayers had been answered! An OK paying job for doing nothing, that wasn't dangerous, and didn't require people skills! And it was relatively close by (10 minute walk, in case you're wondering). I smiled, and left my room, leaving a flaming bag of dog Crap at my neighbor's for for shits and giggles.
Le time skip
"You're hired!" Cried the manager. "I don't see any point in dawdling any further (kudos if you know what that word means), you can start tonight!" The round pig said enthusiastically. He was pink with a light blue shirt stretched to the absolute maximum by his gut, and jeans that somehow stayed on him, despite the fact that it was impossible. He had small tusks, and his clothes had grease splotches everywhere. He seemed to have a very cheery disposition, complete with shimmering green eyes and a never-ending smile. Needless to say, he wasn't threatening at all, if anything I just wanted to be friends with him! I bid my new boss farewell, and I hummed my favorite song, *insert any song you want*, on my walk home. I finally had a job! My car would finally be fixed! The author would finally be able to finish the story! All I needed was a week.
Le time skip
I donned my uniform, grabbed my taser, and hiked up my big boy pants. I walked right through the front doors like I owned the place. Considering I was the only person there, I pretty much did own it, at least until 6 am. I unhooked my flashlight from my belt and peered at the different animatronics. "Ughh, creepy." I shuddered. I walked around for a bit longer before glancing inside the parts and services room. Before I had time to comprehend what I had seen, I instinctually jumped back. "Definitely not.". I was passing by the prize corner when I spotted a strangely sexy looking fox there. "Hey there, you're cute." The fox said. I jumped about two feet in the air, and nearly landed on my ass. "Ooh! Wanna play a game?" This strange feline (is a fox a cat? If not, insert whatever it is in there) said. "sure?" I said meekly to the exuberant fox. "Silly me, I should probably tell you my name, first! My name is Vixey (if you are hearing of this for the first time, Vixey is... Google it. Or, you know, look at TheKillerProductionz), and we will be playing truth or dare!" She spoke so quickly that I had trouble trying to figure out what she had said, so after a minute, I said "OK.". Possibly the worst mistake of my life. Why couldn't my sister (may she be eaten alive by ferocious lions) be in this situation? "Okay, truth or dare?" She asked. I replied truth. "Do you have a girlfriend?" I replied no, I did not, and she seemed overly excited. I asked her the loathed question. She replied dare. I told her to do a head stand. She seemed disappointed, but did it anyways. She asked me. I replied truth. She seemed mildly annoyed, but asked if I had ever had sex before. I said no, I lived a pretty sheltered life in my parents' mansion. I asked her. She said dare. I told her to make the weirdest face she could. Instead she made the most annoyed face in the world. She asked me, then I said truth, cause if it ain't broke. She seemed pissed off at first, but then began grinning *insert grinch smiling meme here*. "Do you like me?" She asked seductively. I stuttered a bit before replying that I had no idea. Now she was truly pissed off. "So I'm not good enough for ya, eh? Old Vixey is getting rusty? Well I don't like bullies, and only bullies hurt people's feelings." She smacked me across he mouth, stunning me. "Let's see how you like getting bullied!"
(PS, if any of you are uncomfortable reading about rape, or just aren't pervs, go f*ck yourselves. Nah, jk, just go read a different story)
She jumped on top of me, and I squirmed underneath her, trying to rid myself of this menace, but she was strong as all hell. She uppercutted me in the jaw, and I was stunned again. She began to remove my pants, and I started to panic. I tried clawing at the floor. Too slick. I tried pushing her off me. All I got was a punch in the gut. I tried calling for help. If you can't figure out what went wrong, go and look at the job description and figure it out. Just then I felt something warm and wet brush against my member, making me shudder. I looked at my growing length and saw Vixey staring angrily at my penis. "Now the bully gets bullied. How the tables have turned." She said, smirking. I tried to get her to stop and think about what she was going to do, but she simply glared daggers at me, and stuck my full erection inside her maw. She began to pump up and down, in an aggressive manner. She was also beginning to squeeze my length with her hand. It was was an odd combination, but it just made me hornier. "Unnggh..." I Managed to moan out. Her slimy tongue felt surprisingly real as it swirled swirled around my stiff member, treating it as if it were a popsicle. The aggressive bobbing only made made the blowing feel more pleasure. Her hand had begun to move slowly up and down, creating a contrast that was actually very enjoyable. I was a moaning mess when I finally came, I began to stand up, when she angrily shoved me to the floor. "We're not done, you still look like you need more punishment. I was just groaning in pain the whole time, I had whacked my head, making it impossible to retaliate. In an instant she was upon me again, except this time she was aiming her southern lips at my stiffness.
She lowered herself onto my rod (how many d*ck synonyms will I have to use?), and I almost came immediately. As stated above, this was my first time, and I was unprepared. Vixey seemed to be thinking along the same lines, but she recovered immediately. I stared at her amber eyes, and she stared back defiantly. She began to move, and I will swear it was the best feeling in the world. I had begun to accept the fact that I was being Fucked by an animatronic fox, and allowed myself to enjoy it. Wait, if this happens, am I still a virgin? Leave your answer in the comments! As this agile fox was riding me, she began to fondle herself. I stared at her, and she stared right back. "I'm not aroused, I just... want this to affect you more. Yeah, that's it!" She said desperately. I felt a tug at the corner of my mouth, along with a building sensation. This, treatment, for lack of a better term, was like heaven. Even if I was being raped by an animatronic fox, not even a wolf, it felt real. Vixey, however, took notice of my bliss, and began to inflict pain. It was a pleasurable mix, the contrast again making me moan more. Suddenly she lay down 8 top of me, and began to thrust herself in and out very quickly,mover and over her soft breasts felt like velvet marshmallows, combined with the softest substance on Earth. Even the fox on top of me was beginning to koan, first quiet, but growing in volume every thrust. I don't know why she decided to attack me, and frankly, I didn't care anymore. The only thing that mattered was here and now. Time seemed to be going in slow-motion, each jab from her pussy feeling like minutes, when in actuality it took milliseconds. The feeling is indescribable, under different circumstances, I may have chosen to do this willingly. The fox seemed to snap back to her senses, and tried to make it pain me, but only succeeded in arousing me even more. Even though her eyes still glowed with rage, she seemed to be following the same train of thought that I was. She orgasmed, but I was far from over.
In fact, I was hungry. While she was dazed, I flipped her around, and leaned her against a near-by table, and started to go doggy-style. Being ridden was awesome, but this feeling of dominance was on a whole other level of pleasure. Every twitch of her body sent a jolt of joy through my spine that tingles my brain, and the more wetness she let out, the easier and more pleasurable it became. She and I were going completely insane, it was beginning to overwhelm my senses, and I could see that Vixey felt the same way.
I was still hungry. I moved her, and began ramming her up a wall, letting gravity help me pent rate the deepest parts of her. Even the fox seemed to be enjoying this, completely abandoning all hope of making me pay for my "bully" ways, and letting her tongue begin to fall out of her mouth. Her tail was wagging like there was no tomorrow. Her eyes were beginning to roll back in her skull, completing an unnatural but sexy look. I pumped I and out, in and out, in and out, in a and out. Suddenly I felt a pressure being lifted in my hip area, and saw only white as my senses overloaded from the best orgasm in wolf history. As I lay on the ground pantinf, I heard a voice call out "hi". I looked towards the arcade, and saw a completely normal humanoid animatronic, except it had bars of soap stabbing through its eyes. I chuckled, and re-dressed, my partner lying on the floor in a white puddle. The author was chuckling behind the tablet at the thought of Balloon Boy getting what he deserved (Seriously, that piece of trash has ruined more than one night for me). I grabbed my car keys, cleaned up the mess, and stuffed BB headfirst down the toilet. I clapped my hands together, and smiled. The sneaky little fox had somehow snuck her number into my shirt pocket. I grabbed my glock 18s, and exited the building, knowing beyond a doubt that my next few days would be very interesting.
NOT-SO-EPIC-LOGUE
The same thing went on for a week, T-K walking in, fucking, then leaving, and in the end, he managed to repair his car, his neighbor got sued because the motel actually only pretended to be bad, and the writer finally finished his story. THE END
If this was not what you expected, then I am sorry. I enjoy writing, I really do, I'm just lazy as all hell. Please send me OCs, but be aware that I may take a while updating! Bye!