Buckle up, this one's pretty long, and spicy. All I'll say is that the story is labelled romance for a reason~. Have fun.
If you do read, I highly recommend listening to relaxing or calming music. Thank you :)
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WARNINGS :
Swearing, Erotic material, Sexual and Suggestive actions and imagery, 15 and over only.
View at your own risk.
Footsteps on gravel echoed through the dark, vast hallway. An employee with one of the new masks walked across the unfinished construction remains that clogged the location.
The employee carried a Faz-wrench in one hand, and a flashlight in the other. The beam of light was barely visible through the mask, but it did help at times.
Old, rusted, loose pipes rattled overhead.
Something was in them.
A black, goo-like substance was pushed out of the poorly soldered pipe joints, it's viscosity being too high to let it drip.
The employee kept walking, oblivious to the strange happenings in the vent above. The mask made it difficult to smell, or hear anything. Boots kept crunching on the dirty, sandy, unkept floor; reverberations enhancing the volume.
The pipes began to wriggle and bend as the loud sounds approached closer. They appeared to be growing restless.
As if on queue, when the employee neared under the pipes, a large, black tentacle shot through a small gap with unfathomable speed, completely exploding the pipe joints sending nuts, screws and bolts flying, along with some metal scrap.
The large tentacle took hold of the worker by the neck, and held on tightly as it slowly raised them up. Completely taken aback, the mask wielder fought for their life, scratching and clawing at the black mass in vein attempts to get it to let go, kicking, crying, screaming, shouting. The screams of fear and pain were drowned out by the tentacle growing tighter, and wrapping around the employee's mouth.
After much struggle, the face became blue, and limp. The mask, wrench and flashlight fell to the floor, as the tentacle began to absorb the body like a snake digesting it's meal. The body corroded, and dispersed through the large black mass, allowing the appendage to retreat back into the pipes; it's hunt successful.
Friday, 7:30pm
Cooper ensured he was the last person in line. He was also sure that he looked really strange, constantly looking behind him, and letting everyone else meet the Glamrock wolf first.
Butterflies in his stomach, he waited impatiently for the line to dwindle. Said butterflies felt like they were stabbing him, with every guest that left making him more and more anxious. He found solace in the fact Freddy's line was empty somehow, and that Gregory could get some more alone time with his best bud.
Roxy continued her job in monotony, pretending to care. Kids after kids after kids after kids, always accompanied by overbearing, overprotective parents, with the odd teenager here and there, and- ugh, All getting too close and personal for her liking. She loved the attention, but hated the contact.
She was supposed to be in the spotlight with all eyes on her, not on a couch with kids on their sugar high climbing all over her. A few parents looked on in concern, as if she was going to cause trouble. The brand had a bad rep for accidents and non-accidents in the past- yeah, but she and her friends could be trusted. They were modern, and as safe as could be.
She wondered how long the queue was; when a kid and their parent left, to be filled in by another kid and their parent. She caught a glimpse of the line, before the door shut abruptly.
Just a few people left, I'll be fine. Stay cool Roxy.
She didn't see any person in the line in detail, but that was before she put on her friendly facade once more for the new patrons.
"Hey there superstar!" She greeted the young boy with a high five, as the mother grabbed a seat at her dressing table. The boy couldn't have been more than 9.
Roxy was swathed with frustration, seeing this idle parent have the audacity and entitlement to sit at her prized dressing table. She looked at the mother with daggers in her eyes. The mother in question was none the wiser, just looking at her phone.
Roxy tried to ignore it and focus on the child. She thought of something to say and was about to chime up, when suddenly her greenroom's backdoor opened up.
None other, then Emma walked through with a clipboard. Her visit was unexpected, both for Roxy and the guests.
"Hi Roxy." She spoke, seemingly aware her presence there was surprising.
"Hi Emma..." Roxy replied, confused.
"Sorry to interrupt, but I've got some routine checks I need to do on the room. Had to get here early to do them all. Heh." She tried to keep the mood upbeat.
Roxanne thought to herself, as the child began to climb on her.
Get here early? Yeah, like 5 hours early. That's a bit strange. Oh my god, get off me kid!
The wolf watched with her brilliant eyes as Emma looked around checking various things, such as the outlets, AC, electronics, and a few miscellaneous items. The nightguard's visit was short, her giving a little wave before she retreated to Roxy's elevator. Not even a minute after, Roxy called time. The little brat wasn't talking or doing anything, just pulling at her hair and tugging her cheeks. It was infuriating to the animatronic.
"Come again soon!" Roxy sarcastically called as they left.
"Ugh..." The wolf laid down on her couch, tired from the guests' antics. Said wolf felt as though a headache was forming. She braced for what would come next.
Her door opened. Peeking at the doorway, she was immediately relieved at the familiar silhouette that stood there. She let out a deep sigh of relief. Some good company for once.
Cooper walked inside, with the door closing automatically behind him, heart racing to see her. He locked it himself, having been in the room so often it was like second nature.
"Hey baby." Roxy called, head still looking upwards at the ceiling with her eyes closed.
"Hey sweetie." Cooper retrieved a cushion stool and sat next to Roxy, leaning against her sofa's armrest. He gave a quick kiss on her lips.
Roxy smiled as she looked at him lovingly, still not moving her head.
"Thanks for those passes from before, I'm pretty sure Gregory's used both already."
"Oh don't mention it. it's nothing. I have plenty more if you need them." She spoke with her eyes closed.
"I won't lie, it would save my wallet from many years of pain." Cooper replied as he gently moved a rogue strand of Roxy's hair back into place.
Roxanne gave a loving giggle as she reached under one of her sofa's cushions. She pulled out an assortment of random passes and held them up. Cooper looked in awe.
Roxy wrapped an arm around his back and pulled him closer to her, as she put the passes in his hand.
"Foxy's secret stash." She childishly giggled again.
"My god, you are the best." Cooper looked at the passes, then back at her.
The wolf had already retreated her hands and resumed a sleeping position.
Cooper could tell something was amiss.
"Are you OK Roxy? You seem out of it." Cooper looked at her lifeless body with concern, and love.
Roxanne stretched her arms and yawned.
"I'm fine, just a bit exhausted. A lot more rampant kids then usual today." She gave a deep sigh and looked at Cooper.
"I feel you. Working with kids can be painful." He thought about his job as a music teacher. "But it can be really rewarding."
"Oh yeah? Where's the reward then?"
"Right here." Cooper leant in and kissed the wolf. With his hands behind her head and on her cheek, They made out. Roxanne pulled him closer, her metallic hands all over his back.
Around half a minute later they separated, although only barely.
"I should've expected that." Roxy whispered seductively.
"I'm just too smooth." Cooper joked, intimately staring at her, barely centimetres away.
"Heheh. You wish buddy." Roxy licked her lips and pulled him in again.
Guests that walked by the room were none the wiser to the couple's fun activities at play. Although occasionally, a light moan would slip from one of their lips, the other partner's lips would be sure to seal them up.
The AC also provided a perfect white noise to mask them. In addition, Rock star Row's soundtrack consisting of a smooth, settling jazz rendition of the band's main theme provided the perfect romantic ambience.
The two made out for a while, so many chemicals at play. As more and more guests started to walk by, Cooper realized he had missed the exit announcement.
Engulfed with a subtle urgency, Cooper got off Roxy in preparation to leave.
"Wait!" Roxy called.
"Hmm?" Cooper looked back.
Roxy felt something. She wanted him. Just him getting off her felt so painful. She didn't want to wait another week. And neither did Cooper.
Is this love? She wondered. It was awful. It was desperation and dependence. That wasn't her. Was it?
"Stay. With me."
"What? After hours?" Cooper slightly scoffed. "I wish baby, I really do."
"I'm being serious." Roxy raised her tone. He was staying. Whether he wanted to or not.
"Roxy. I'd love more than anything to stay with you, but there are rules, and strict punishments. Not to mention Gregory! Baby, you know I'd love to." Cooper negotiated.
"No! Stay!" Roxanne grew emotional. She sat upright in anger and stared intently. "Emma's here early. If she says yes will you stay? It won't be your fault then, if you get caught you won't get into trouble. Please Cooper... Stay!" Roxy pleaded. She was almost in tears.
She must love me. She wants me so bad. So why do I still have this awful feeling?
"Roxy... Honey." Cooper retreated back to the couch, and to his mistress. He hugged her as tightly as he could. A few tears escaped Roxy's eyes, but they were discarded before they could make themselves known.
Roxy hugged Cooper back with an intense force, almost evoking a crushing pain, but narrowly avoiding it. "Stay with me. Don't leave me." She begged. They ended their hug.
Cooper sighed. He looked at Roxy, who appeared like she had puppy dog eyes. "Where's Emma?"
An immediate excitement overcame the wolf. She exploded off the couch and kissed Cooper enthusiastically with plentiful force, her tail wagging furiously. Their arms once again wrapped around each other. Cooper couldn't help but feel an odd mix of sad and afraid, but there was no chance in hell he was telling Roxy that. Part of him actually didn't want to stay back. Of course he would anyways though. He tried to enjoy the current moment.
8:30pm (An hour later)
"I cannot believe that worked." Cooper exclaimed in disbelief as he opened the door for Roxy.
"Thanks. And what do you mean? It was a perfect excuse." Roxy replied, sarcastically admiring herself. They ventured away from the greenrooms into Rockstar Row.
The two had just emerged from parts and service, where they had found Emma and success in trying to convince her. More accurately, Roxy – found success in trying to convince her. Cooper didn't say anything, just clinging to the wolf like a lost puppy.
"Really? You thought telling her that I was too poor to get a haircut, so you wanted to give me one for free would work, did you?" Cooper scoffed. "God you're lucky she still listened to you after those words came out of your mouth, heh." Cooper looked at her with an amused expression as they both walked. He wrapped his hand around hers. The Pizza Plex was cold; he wanted warmth.
"Ugh, like you had anything better to say." She snapped back.
"Eh, fair point. But now we actually have to cut my hair... hmmph, it was cold enough already." Cooper complained as he tightened his grip on Roxy's paw. "I feel like I could use a scarf."
"Well I'd give you my jacket like in the movies, but..." Roxy joked.
"You're cute." He booped her nose with his finger. Roxy gave a satisfied exhale along with a smile.
The couple were almost near the atrium now, with their destination of the salon still a lengthy walk. The garage-like doors opened for the duo, and were met with relative isolation, bar all the lifeless S.T.A.F.F. bots roaming around.
"I'm surprised Emma even considered it, given last time she saw us together." Cooper began.
"She's gotten a lot better. I can tell she's trying to get closer to us. Like, as in the band, not you. You're mine, and only mine."
"Perfect." A cheeky smile grew as the two exchanged glances.
"Really though? She seemed about the same as last time, minus the insults."
"Mmm, well she's gotten more chipper in general recently. Then again that's not saying much." The wolf muttered.
"Definitely got demons." Cooper commented. "Maybe she just caught us in the middle of a rough patch last time."
"Could've."
"Maybe she wants to atone for the sins of her past..." Cooper began sarcastically, embracing his character.
"Oh god. Please don't start." Roxy looked at him disapprovingly.
"Just maybe... She's part of a grand conspiracy to overthr-" He was cut off when the wolf shoved her lips into his face, for a quick peck.
"Please, shut up." She subtly giggled, amused at his quirks.
"Yes ma'am." He softly, and gently responded.
Meanwhile, In Freddy's Room
"...zzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzz..." The young lad snored softly.
Freddy watched over the boy anxiously. Although having been granted permission to stay, something still just didn't seem quite right to him. Whatever the case, Gregory would be safe under his vigilant watch. His eyes literally acted as pseudo flashlights, both intentionally and unintentionally.
Part of Freddy did feel a little disappointed, with Gregory having been granted a rare opportunity to stay back with the bear, yet him choosing to sleep instead.
Perhaps sleep works differently to humans. Maybe it's not a choice. Maybe his body did it automatically. Mine does sometimes. I'm sure he would have loved to spend time with me. Freddy reassured himself.
The bear noticed a part of Gregory's blanket folded upwards inside of the dimly lit night-themed room. He carefully and quietly fixed the covers to keep the boy comfortable.
No one would've noticed his deeds. But Freddy still felt a slight happiness at caring for him.
He exhaled deeply, but quietly, before he looked around his greenroom in a mix of boredom and dissatisfaction.
It was then he noticed something on the floor that almost blended into the confetti like carpet, mostly covered by the sofa Gregory slept on. It looked like it was glowing.
Freddy reached for the object, and pulled it up. It was Gregory's phone. The light from the screen suddenly lit up the dim room, with Freddy panicking and covering the phone with his hand to not disturb the boy.
After checking Gregory's slumber remained uninterrupted, Freddy cautiously began examining the phone. He felt a little bad for going through the young lad's things, but at the same time it was only the lock screen, he wasn't going to try to jailbreak the phone.
Freddy saw the boy's background. It was a photo of him, Cassie and Gregory posing in front of the Pizza Plex main stage. Monty was playing the air guitar in the background.
Freddy clearly remembered that day. It was just a little over a month ago, when Cassie went with Greg. The bear felt an honour.
Freddy lowered the phone's brightness, and in doing so saw some unread notifications. He expanded the messages.
They were from Cassie. 2 minutes ago.
He noticed the sender's nickname. Cas 3
Hey G, my dad wants me to come to the Pizza Plex after hours to help out with a special project he's doing, he's giving us special permission. He can't pick me up but said you can come too! Do u want to get the bus and have some fun?
Greg? U awake?
C'mon! it's barely 8:30! No way ur actually asleep, right?
I'm going, so if you want to come with me you'd better respond quickly...
Greg?
Gregory if you're worried, don't be. We can sneak out like we've done before, and I'll blame my dad if you get into trouble.
Freddy finished reading them and looked back at the boy. Should he respond? Could he even respond through the lock screen? Was Cassie going to be getting the bus this late at night on her own? Should he have seen those messages? Did Gregory sneak out often with Cassie? The bear felt guilty and overwhelmed at what he had just done, and went to put the phone down. Before it vibrated briefly in his hand. And then again. And then again.
He couldn't not check.
Gregory? Hello? You never sleep this early and we always talk around this time.
Gregory, please answer!
I was really looking forward to going there with you when I saw the message. But not because you were going!.. Just saying.
I want you to come with me!
I hope you wake up tomorrow, see these messages and feel real stupid.
(T＿T),(ง •̀~•́)ง
Freddy was impressed at the last message. He found a comfort in how the youth talked to each other, and how easy it was to see that they loved one another, yet were none the wiser to each others' feelings. Their innocence, he concluded as he put Gregory's phone down.
9:00pm (Roughly)
Snip, snip, snip, snip.
Hell. What? No, heaven! I'm getting a haircut whilst staying back with the love of my life right by my side at every step tonight! But. I don't know, something just isn't right. It's been like this for a while too. Couple of months now. Maybe years. Its gotten pretty bad recently too.
Cooper looked at himself in the mirror. He saw Roxy gently caressing his hair, trying to get a good angle for her scissors. He didn't register her or himself however. He kept blankly staring.
Roxy glanced at his eyes occasionally through the mirror, and could tell something was going on. Best to let him daydream. It better be about me though. A smile broke out, hidden immediately by the wolf.
Why aren't I happy? Cooper continued to think. I'm supposed to be happy! Is this... Jealousy? Fear? Sadness? Disappointment? I... Don't know. He suddenly felt a tidal wave of emotion overcome him, like he could start leaking tears at any moment. What's wrong with me?
I love her with all my being. I really do... She makes me so happy. And so does Gregory! What is this feeling? I feel like I'm letting them down somehow. He kept pondering.
Sadness, I think... But why? Life's good! He kept thinking, yet didn't know what he was thinking.
There was a loud clank as Roxy put her scissors away and prepared an electric razor. She clicked it into the power socket and with a single button press it hummed to life, filling the noiseless room with an ambience, however unpleasant.
The hair cut was pretty much finished. Roxanne was about to start neatening him up, when she took a step back for a moment to examine him. The hair looked good, the animatronic had done a good job as always, but Cooper was still stuck staring at himself.
"Cooper..." Roxy began gently. "Are... you OK? You haven't said a word, and I don't think you've moved your neck or blinked in a while." She inspected his upper body suspiciously.
"Oh- yeah, s-sorry... Just thinking about some... stuff I guess." He snapped out of it and acknowledged his surroundings. "Hey... It looks really good! Maybe Emma had a point. Heheh." Cooper told the wolf.
Roxy ignored the compliment and could tell he wasn't acting his usual self. "I'll get to the point Cooper. What's wrong? You sound... disturbed, I guess. Tell me." Her stern words moulded and melted into an oozing mixture of nurture and care. She planted a heavy gaze on her boyfriend.
He couldn't cry. No, he'd look like a pathetic, weird, loser. Roxanne Wolf's boyfriend could never be any of those things. He wanted to though.
He took a deep, shaky breath.
"Roxy... Why me?" He didn't move his head, and kept looking at straight forward at the mirror.
The animatronic was heavily taken aback. She stuttered a bit and looked back at him confused.
"Huh? Like... wa- what do you mean?" She sounded like she was ambushed.
"Why me?" He responded again with less hesitation, seemingly more sure of the question he asked.
"..." Roxy paused.
"..."
"..."
"...Like... Why am I... dating you?" She looked to Cooper for clarification.
"Yeah." A soft, small, feeble comment came out as he looked down, ashamed. Should he have even asked that question? What's she going to think of him now?
"Cooper..." Her voice grew an authoritative, reassuring tone. What was wrong with her pup? She grabbed a hold of the next chair over and closed the gap between them.
Cooper was back to looking in the mirror.
Roxy sat next to him and held his hand. It seemed to have brought him back.
"Where did this come from?" She passionately questioned, locking eyes with him. There was no escape from her.
"I... I've felt this weird feeling for a while now." He couldn't hide it any longer. The facade was fading. "It's like a fear, a nervousness-" He stopped himself.
"Well, Cooper... I love you because you're funny, smart, handsome, no... not handsome- beautiful." She paused and looked at him. He looked back, either embarrassed or ashamed. That was what Roxy saw.
"You're loving, passionate, affectionate, caring." She held his hand tighter. "I can go on if you want me to. I know how good a nice ego boost can feel."
Cooper gave a daft smile as he looked at the wolf's paw.
"..."
"You didn't say no." Roxy began. "You're kind, generous, humb-"
"Ok! Thank you Roxy... Heh." He was taken aback by her list as she was by his question. He sniffed and looked in the mirror.
"Am I?" He quietly asked himself.
Roxanne overheard his question, saw his self loathing and witnessed his gaze. She understood what was going on. She'd been far too familiar with the same feelings, maybe for different reasons though. He needed companionship; she concluded. This wasn't going to be solved tonight, the problem stemmed from deeply entrenched roots, that went for her too.
Playfully and comically moving closer, Roxy looked at Cooper's eyes in the mirror. She faced his head and began to gently lick his ear.
Cooper watched the wolf get closer in confusion, before feeling the moist sensation of her tongue on his skin.
"Mmph... hey!" He began to smile again, although reluctant. Despite his half-assed protests, Roxy continued her assault.
"That tickles... stop!" He flinched and winced, but both parties enjoyed it.
"Dat's duh point..." Roxy talked with her tongue tracing his ear. She smiled uncontrollably at his positive reaction. It was fun for her.
Cooper exhaled frantically a few times and smiled out of reflex. It was the weirdest feeling, so awful yet so amazing.
Eventually Roxy started to up the ante, and began lightly nibbling and grinding. She smiled as she observed his reaction through the mirror. The mood had lifted greatly, and Roxy was having far too much fun.
"Hmmmph... Ahh... Ow..." Sounds of perseverance, a bit of pain, and nothing weird or strange at all played.
Cooper wasn't content, fighting his urge to react at all, with him trying his best to withstand the onslaught.
The animatronic was on all fours, her hands positioned at the edge of Cooper's seat, and her knees pressed against her own. Her tail acted like it was on fire. The wolf felt a great joy just messing around with Cooper like this. Being silly, together.
A few seconds passed and the two eventually rekindled their- 'professionalism'.
"Cooper." Roxy gently touched his shoulder. "You're the reason I love you. I just do. Never change. Please." Roxanne moved her chair as far over as it would go before crashing into Cooper's.
Roxy pulled the man's body towards her and made as much effort as possible to make contact, before laying her head as far up his shoulder and as close to his head as she could.
He was accustomed to making the first moves. This was different. This was a special feeling he didn't experience often. Heaven. Hell was far, far away. For now.
Roxy tightly hugged his waist. Cooper tightly hugged her shoulder and laid his head on hers, with as much contact as possible.
Heaven.
Reassured, Cooper continued the conversation. His voice was far calmer this time. He kept hugging her tightly. She kept hugging him tightly.
"Sometimes... It just feels like I'm losing you. Just slipping away, with nothing I can do." He shut his eyes and embraced the comfort of her body. "I don't know why. I just get these awful feelings sometimes... and-"
"I'll never, let you go baby. I'll never, let you leave. I want you." Roxy reassured him. She buried her head into his shoulder. "The crowds are nice, and so is the band... But you..." She paused.
"I feel things I've never felt with anyone else before when I'm with you. I think it's more than love." Roxy moved one of her arms and placed it on his chest. She slowly moved her head towards his and looked directly at Cooper's eyes. They stared. Neither of them could look away if they tried.
"Roxy..." Was all Cooper could whisper, before he was overcome by the feelings he had and the power of temptation, his arms moving to support the wolf's trajectory.
Roxy had a lustful look in her eyes. Her mouth was ever so slightly open, and almost quivering. She started to breathe spontaneously with several rapid, short breaths. The two moved ever so slowly, keeping their eye contact.
The salon was dead silent, yet they could both hear the best song they'd ever heard. Every move made was loud. And that whisper... Well, Cooper would never forget it.
"I need you." The gorgeous wolf spoke softly, enchantingly, enthrallingly. Her longing eyes told Cooper everything he needed to know. The fires were lit.
"Rox- ...mmph..." He closed his eyes.
Overcome by the magic in the air, the two passionately made out under the warm, cosy, hanging lights of the Glamrock salon.
Content warning: Explicit material.
Bewitched and blinded by their love, they took things slow. Every move was made with passion. Every kiss, every touch, every caress. Neither would forget this night for a long while.
Minutes passed, time moved much slower for them.
The natural progression of events saw both parties wanting more. More of each other. Who would bite first?
"Cooper..." Roxy moaned between breaths. "Touch me..." She begged euphorically. She reached for his hands several times, but missed because her eyes had either been closed, or looking at Cooper's.
All sense of social norms, societal interaction expectations and decency was out the window. This was the Wild West, with these two hooligans drugged up high on love and passion.
Roxy reached for the arm on her hip again, this time successful. She ceased the current kiss, and put his hand directly on her soft chest.
"Mmmm... Touch me... Please..." Roxy's body had become abnormally sensitive, with every motion Cooper made being exhilarating for her. The wolf swayed her body as she guided and massaged Cooper's hand into her breast. The two resumed kissing, any sentences made becoming scattered and hard to decipher. The moans were easier though.
"Cooper... Aaah! I love you! Ah... Oh, god your hands feel good!"
She kept massaging his hand into her breast until she felt him take the reins. Magic was certainly in the air tonight.
This whole time Cooper had been letting Roxy orchestrate the event and was merely following along with the motions, only now realising the absurdity and excitement of what was actually happening. The realisation was short lived though, as the chemicals took over once again.
The sensitivity of his hand was heightened at the long overdue excitement and understanding of what, and who he was touching. He felt the blood rush from his head, leading to an other-worldly feeling. Not that this wasn't already.
"Roxy... Fuck, you're amazing!" The rational, socially adept side of him was telling him to stop. He felt the requirement to stop, but god be damned, Roxanne Wolf would win this fight every day of the week, every month of the year.
Normally he would've had second thoughts, but he was consumed by this witch's curse, and was too far gone from the moment he laid eyes on her face. Roxy would be the end of him. If he were to go to hell for this, he would do it every day.
The two kept kissing, with Cooper eventually becoming comfortable enough to keep up with Roxy's advancements.
"Ughh, God... Mmmm! Yes..."
He fondled her breasts, bringing both hands for the job. He felt the fabric of her crop top stretch in between his fingers. He always admired the wolf's body. It was always attractive, but her boobs had turned out to be deceptively large, and phenomenally amazing to him, softer than marshmallows. Perfect for a pillow.
With every squeeze and every grasp, Roxy felt a pleasure she didn't know was possible. At this point her body was melting, even the slightest touch from Cooper would receive an erotic moan of pleasure.
"They feel... fucking amazing!" He complimented through bursts of kissing. Any sentence made was scattershot and interrupted by lips, moans of pleasure, and ecstasy.
"You like them? Ugghh... Good... That makes- Mmph... me happy!"
Cooper felt like a pioneer exploring uninhabited land. He kept touching, squeezing, gripping and just about any other verb you could put in there. And then he noticed something. She had nipples. He had felt them before but failed to register why it mattered that they were there. Cooper often forgot Roxanne was no ordinary human woman, and thus took her more human features for granted. He had a thought in the middle of it all.
I'm caressing and fondling the most beautiful woman I've ever met, and she loves it... and me...
His holistic thought was interrupted by the masculine pleasure and urge to ravage the wolf's aroused, plump, soft chest. He focused and squeezed her points of pleasure, whilst ensuring it wasn't hurting her. The wolf's nipples had already been aroused, and now felt like they were impossible to miss when fondling. The moans elicited were the most sexy noise Cooper had ever heard.
"Aah! Fuck!" Roxy called out in the most extreme form of ecstasy she had ever experienced. She was at the complete mercy of her partner's fingers, like a puppet on strings. She was the robot, and her breasts and nipples were the buttons and controllers.
All this, and yet still both individual's clothes remained on. No penis, no pussy.
Despite the aforementioned fact, Roxy's body felt weak. The pleasure was simply too good. They weren't even having sex, and Roxy was already almost missing in action from there sheer pleasure. She supposed the two of them would have to do something like this more often, to build her tolerance. She had never imagined she would ever feel anything close to this. A thought was saved, and discarded to the back of her mind to focus on the present. What would sex be like?
"Oh, Fuck! Cooper! Keep going! Hah... ah... ahh!"
Cooper continued to pinch and squeeze the wolf's nipples, and sealing her mouth with his lips to stop her moans from venturing too far.
Eventually, Roxy's body reached a breaking point. She took Cooper's hands and massaged them into her boobs one final time with the utmost desperation and pleasure in her eyes, subconsciously swaying to-and-fro mimicking the motions of sex, until the gorgeous, Roxanne Wolf climaxed under the warm, cosy, hanging lights of the Glamrock salon.
The noises Roxy made were simultaneously the most sexy, and most appealing thing Cooper had heard in a long time. The entire Pizza Plex Could probably have heard it. Neither of them cared though.
Both individuals collapsed onto the table whilst gasping and panting heavily, like they had just completed a marathon.
"Fuck..." Cooper looked at the wolf's eyes, they looked back. The pleasure was indescribable. Cooper didn't even try, instead just absorbing the beauty of his girlfriend with his eyes. No other woman could've given him this feeling, no matter their body. This girl was one of a kind.
"..."
"Cooper... ... ... ... ... baby..." Roxanne sounded like she could barely breathe. She closed her eyes and tried to regain her composure.
As she was, she turned her entire body to face Cooper. He noticed small, concentrated moist areas on her top. He jumped to one conclusion.
Milk? Does Roxanne have milk? Did I make her lactate? Every moment she just gets more and more attractive... Roxy has milk.
He became aroused at the thought. Instinct, and the suppression of social norms made him reach out and gently feel her moist nipples through the shirt.
"AHH! Fuck... Ahaha! ...God... ...sweetie..." Roxy kept panting and relentlessly smiling, her lustful eyes and motions never ceasing. Her body was burning in the greatest way possible. She felt an out of body sensation, not being all the way present.
Cooper indeed felt liquid. He made Roxy lactate. He was speechless for a countless number of reasons.
Roxy has nipples, and milk...
He thought it, and saw her boobs again. Her milk had dribbled slightly, Roxy seeming to have not known. Several lustful thoughts came to his mind. The primary one, being sucking her tits dry, and drinking everything. Conquering her boobs and showing he loves her. The ultimate show of passion and loyalty. In his horny, unfiltered, dirty, aroused, lustful state at least.
Truthfully, he was a tits over ass man.
"What did- ...you do to me? Ha..." She joked, but continued to catch her breath. She looked at him, an ahegao face having formed. Despite her comment, she still didn't know she had lactated, let alone know she had milk in the first place.
Cooper didn't respond, remaining speechless at the events that had just transpired. He examined her perfect body, and saw more, similar liquid on her chair, and streaks across her legs.
The pants she wore were soiled, and the chair looked like a leak was present somewhere in the roof.
Cooper took amusement in her oblivious bliss, and took satisfaction in her satisfaction. He smiled and despite his lewd observations, somewhat returned to a more morally correct state of mind.
"I love you so fucking much, Roxanne." He held her hand and fixed his gaze. He confessed and didn't hold back, although his confession was common knowledge by this point.
"Haha... I love you more." Roxy slumped onto the table and relaxed her head. She smiled in satisfaction. "Could we maybe fuck each other next time baby?" She didn't even hesitate or react to the bluntness of her question when she asked. It seemed the social norms and decency had not yet returned to her yet.
"Of course Roxy. We can fuck any time you want." Cooper was sober enough to subtly chuckle at his response, although horny enough to find a pleasure in imaging the scenario. He also found the animatronic swearing and discussing sexual things in such a casual way humorous. She was always so... formal. Righteous. It was cool to see her unfiltered.
"Thanks baby." She shut her eyes. Cooper looked at her chest again, and wondered if she had a change of clothes, however arousing the sight was.