Mmkay... I tried my best with the onomatopoeia... Go easy on me. If you like Roxy... You'll love this chapter. Or you'll be heartbroken knowing she ain't yo girl anymore. But you can dream I guess :)
WARNINGS :
Swearing, Erotic material, Sexual and Suggestive imagery,15 and over only.
View at your own risk.
'I need you.' I need you too. I wonder just where I'd be without you, Roxanne. Would I just be drifting, looking for purpose? Would I have found someone else? Someone more 'normal'? Would I still be alone? Would I be happier? Sadder? Would I still feel these feelings? Would I love anyone else as much as you?
I don't want to think about anyone else. I just want to think about you. I just want to be with you. I just want you to hold me, 24/7. Is that too much to ask? Probably. I don't care. You're all I want. You're all I need. I wonder what else you feel about me.
Shaken and traumatized in the best way possible, Cooper fetched a small handtowel and a few tissues for the euphoric canine – still trying to catch her breath.
He'd never look at that wolf in the same way again. She'd never look at that human the same way again. The cherry on top, so delicious.
Her eyes were closed, and a wide, obvious satisfied smile was present. She appeared to be a light shade of pinkish red near her cheeks, almost looking sunburned. It made the man blush, not that he wasn't already. Her limbs trembled ever so subtly; nothing Cooper couldn't spot though. Her tongue hung in her mouth undecided if it wanted to stay or leave. It pulsated with Roxy's slow, controlled panting.
If he could satisfy her and make her happy, then all was right in the world. Didn't matter what he felt.
"Rox." He spoke, dazed and still bewildered by the night's turn of events.
The wolf's eyes slowly fluttered to life as she rose her body up to Cooper, anticipating his next moves. Although thoroughly pleased, she wouldn't have been disappointed if he wanted more of her.
"Yeah Baby?" She glanced at him with a lustful gaze.
"Here." He handed her some tissues.
"What... are these for?" She questioned, taking the items.
The man looked at the wolf, amused. He didn't say anything. A small smile encroached as he locked his gaze.
Instead, he reached out and tenderly held the underside of Roxy's boobs. Roxanne returned his smile.
"...Mmph..." She was evidently still sensitive, her nipples still aroused and perked.
Cooper took a hand and gently placed a finger on Roxy's nose. He pushed down softly, causing the wolf to finally see her chest and what he wanted her to see.
"Oh..." Roxy saw the streaks of liquid that tainted her top, her milk leaking. She was thoroughly shocked.
"Did you know you could do that?" Cooper asked, his hands pressed back firmly into her boobs, automatically resuming a gentle massage.
"No... I didn- Ahh... I didn't know. I'm still really sensitive."
"Oh shit, Sorry." His hands immediately retreated.
"NOO! No!.. Please..." An urgent rush ran through her endoskeleton. She immediately grabbed his hands and placed them back onto her body. "...I love it. I love you... Don't ever stop... Mmm..."
"Yes ma'am. I could get used to this." They shared a look of passion before the man rose his body and kissed the animatronic.
2 minutes later.
Occasional moans of satisfaction from Roxanne was the only thing stopping complete silence.
"I still don't know how you even... Produced milk. You are literally a human. You're as beautiful as the best ones, if not more so." His hands moved to the side of her boobs, squeezing together the large bags of pleasure, making them appear ginormous; not that they weren't already. Roxanne put a hand on his, and the other on her shoulder.
"I don't know either. Does that make them look bigger? You holding them like that?" She inquired.
"Yeah. I could stare at them... and you for hours."
Roxy giggled. Noted. She thought. Bigger is better.
His hands rose to the back of her luscious, silver hair. Eye contact ensued.
"And you're not even topless." He pointed out.
"Do you want me to be?" Roxy licked her lips and put her hands at the base of her shirt, ready to unveil her magnificent body and boobs
"Of course... you know I do. But... I think we should finish up."
"Oh. O- OK. Sure. Yeah." The wolf was disheartened. "I agree." She did not agree.
Having had the rational thoughts return, Cooper thought about Emma.
"You know... We weren't exactly private. And you weren't exactly quiet either, Roxy, as sexy as you sounded." He pointed to a camera in the corner of the ceiling, overlooking the whole room whilst muttering the final part.
"Emma could've been watching us that whole time... or hearing us."
"Then I hope she enjoyed the show." Roxy spoke unapologetically. "We'll give her front row tickets to us having the best, hottest most passionate sex of our lives."
"I wasn't expecting that response."
"I love you so much I don't care who sees us. We could do it on the stage at a performance and I wouldn't budge! Maybe... without the kids though."
"Huh... That's kinda hot, I won't lie."
"But if you're not comfortable then I won't."
"Sexy, beautiful, and considerate. Bingo." He pretended to check something off paper mid-air.
They both chuckled.
"But please clean your shirt before I get any more naughty ideas. And also your... chair." He pointed downward.
"Oh my god... how didn't I notice this... You distracted me. It's your fault. And your hands made me do it." The light tinge of pink and red returned. The wolf turned her head. "I love you, Cooper." I want him so bad... He touches me so good... I wonder what him touching my insides would be like...
"Touch me whenever you want. Please." That statement went for both of them.
Anyways...
"Well. Do you feel better now?" Roxanne asked.
"No."
"Oh. I'm sor-"
"Yes Roxy, I feel a lot better baby. All thanks to you." He reached for her paw.
"Thank you." A solemn pair of words slipped as the man looked at the canine eyes rather shyly, thankful for her love and compassion.
They leant against each other comfortably for a while in silence as the AC blew.
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"Hold me. My angel." Cooper whispered in a timid voice, his eyes shut.
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"Of course." Heaven ensued as Roxanne wrapped her arms around and pulled him in as close as she could, feeling his slow, solemn heartbeat. She felt his warm skin heat up her plastic-esc body. The shallow breathing emitted emanated into her tender, robot skin.
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The pleasure was unmatched. Although having recently had physical peaks, this was for sure her mental climax.
Although the wolf was cold, there was nothing but warmth. Roxy's arms supported him so well. She was so strong. And beautiful. And amazing. And gorgeous. And everything.
If a nuke dropped or a bomb went off, this is how I'd want to die.
Cooper's arms hugged Roxy's waist tightly, never to let go. His head buried under her breasts, he made himself as small as possible, so he could feel as much of the wolf's body as possible, the love of his life.
Her grape and lime perfume was so enchanting, and just yelled Roxanne. He couldn't think of anything else but her. He would never get enough of her, there would always be a longing to be closer, no matter the proximity. He held tighter subconsciously. If humans could purr, he'd be a Geiger counter.
He thought about her eyes as he laid there. They were plastic, and yet there was so much soul. So much character. So much personality. So much Roxy. He moved his right arm and touched her stomach. He felt as Roxy tightened her grip.
Golden yellow eyes. Gold. 1st place. Number 1. Roxy. My number 1. My perfect, adorable, incredible Roxanne wolf. All mine. No one else. Mine.
Her eyelashes were so alluring, enticing you to come closer. Of course, her signature green streak of hair, always begging for your attention. And who could forget the sexy swing and sway of the animatronic wolf's tail. Like the esca on an anglerfish, Roxy's teeth were sunk so, so damn deep. And Cooper couldn't be happier.
Her whole body was artificial. Fake. It felt strange. Uncanny almost. So close to human, but not quite there. It was likely no one at the company assumed anyone would be getting this personal with the animatronics, and so there was no need to go all out for the shell. Cooper couldn't see the strangeness, the absurdity of a fake woman. That sexy, beautiful wolf was as real as it got.
Her leather-like, light grey skin made him excited. He pressed his hand and face into her stomach slightly harder. He wanted to feel more. She felt so real. Her amazing body felt so natural. Her flirtatious, daring, suggestive fashion of a tightly fit crop top made it all the more surreal. That body he kept seeing, kept being teased by, kept on a stick just out in front, was finally his. He'd own it, and kiss it and love it until the cows came home. If only the cows were dead.
Roxy felt like he was so precious. A diamond in the rough, and the diamond was hers. She felt bad at not seeing the signs of his discomfort sooner, but she felt sooo damn good with him in her lap, and on her body. She smiled as she stroked Cooper gently. Her pup. All hers.
The wolf's body grew tender and sensitive. She could pinpoint where each of his fingers were on her stomach without looking. This was so much better than that fake love the crowds gave her. That's fun. She reasoned. This is love. I feel you. I feel your hands. I want you too, Cooper.
Looking at the mirror, Roxy saw her makeup. It made her look gorgeous. Did Cooper love her because of her looks? Or because of who she truly was? She wondered. The doubts Cooper unloaded onto her had her second guessing, although it should've had the opposite effect. Nevertheless, she felt that warm, fuzzy, exciting feeling of love, all too present. She wished time would freeze. They both did.
All her life, it was the kids, then the bandmates, then whoever else. And nothing else. Just those three. It was pleasant, that life with those three, but it was never great. Or amazing. Or exciting.
Then one night, this man in her arms showed up. They met at one of her many low points. Roxy thought that would be the end of their relationship before it even began. There was nothing she was more happy to be wrong about then that. This man wasn't overly masculine or macho, he wasn't buff, he didn't stand out at all to anyone.
But he was caring. He cared. He wanted more than just her body, although her body was pretty good.
He was kind and caring when it mattered most. That changed Roxanne.
Now all this time later, they're in love. As deep as love can go. The most intense feelings they'd ever felt, were for each other. Destiny, perhaps.
Maybe this is what I was made for. This human. This man. Maybe he was why I was built. Maybe he was my purpose this whole time. Not the crowds, but him.
Time drifted like a vessel at sea without an anchor; uncontrollably. Cooper sat in the same position, leaning into Roxy as much as possible without hurting her. He'd never stop touching her.
Attempting to keep things somewhat non-sexual but still romantic, for now Cooper stuck to the wolf's body. More specifically her stomach. He had barely any room to move around without going too low or too high. Mashed in the middle of the best parts on earth, he struggled for a comfortable position to lie on for long periods of time.
Trying to get comfortable without feeling her up, he realized just how big Roxy's boobs were. Despite her tight crop top, they were never all that obvious. Of course they were still noticeable, but attention was elsewhere for the most part.
Her boobs were seriously present right now, them appearing like absolute mountains of intimidation to Cooper. Somehow overcoming the urge to conquer her chest, he found a new spot to lay his head within the animatronic's lap.
Laying down, he saw Roxy's boobs push her shirt either side of her body, overflowing from her chest. They took up more than a third of her torso, and towered in attraction and appealingness whilst doing so.
Good lord. How are they that big... I was touching them for so long but they only look bigger... How in th-
"They're big aren't they?" Roxy chirped seductively.
"Oh, eh. Sorry. They get bigger every time I see them. Fuck..." HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO NOT BE HORNY WITH THESE THINGS IN FRONT OF ME!!??
"Don't apologize. It's really hot, you staring at me and my body. It makes me happy. Oh, and uh... Heh. They're F cups." She looked down and smiled.
"..." Entirely flustered, Cooper looked at her chest and face speechlessly.
"F cups..."
"F cups."
"Holy shit Roxanne. I knew you had big boobs but... Wow."
"Mmmmhmmm." She kept seductively smiling at him. She shook her chest slightly. Her boobs bounced and jiggled, truly eye candy. Like being mind controlled, those big tits were impossible to look away from.
"Guess what?" She started to whisper as she leant in close. " They're all yours. Play with them wherever, whenever you like. Play with me wherever, whenever you like."
"I was about to bring up how I wanted to see you more often then once a week. Maybe if Emma's lenient... We could..."
"Stay late every night and have so much sex!?" Roxy stuck her tongue out and wagged her tail in excitement at the thought.
"Umm... Not what I was going for... But I think that could work." He grabbed one of her boobs unconsciously, like an enormous stress ball.
"Fuck... Sorry! I can't help myself. Your so beautiful..." Roxy smiled intensely as Cooper's hand shot away.
"Oh- Hmhmhm... Am I now?" She winked and seductively laughed as she placed her hands on the desk, prompting cooper to return to his cold seat, much to his disappointment. "I'm... irresistible?" She questioned as she leant in, still smiling deviously.
"No would be a lie." He was no match for her, and they both knew it.
"Heheh. Don't worry baby. You are too. I... I can't help myself sometimes... when I think of you..." Her eyes widened as she prepared to pounce on her prey.
"You reall- Mmmphm..."
Maybe not tonight Cooper, but one of these nights... I'm gonna rock your world. And you'll rock mine. Not that you haven't already. When that night comes... I'll be ready and waiting baby.
End of Explicit Content.
"Let's go." A feminine, robotic voice echoed.
"Alright... 3, 2, 1!" A thick, American accent spoke. The animatronic stood with one leg on top the base amp, and began plucking strings with surgical precision thanks to his claws.
The deep, and subtle yet demanding roar of Monty's bass filled Chica's green room. He plucked the strings with great efficacy rather effortlessly. The alligator was mostly able to perform blindly, only having to look down at his instrument a few times.
The low rumble of Kenny Loggins' Danger Zone erupted through the room.
After a few moments of Monty's bass flawlessly executing the intro, Chica's metal guitar began to cry out.
The two played in sync and organized their rhythms, awaiting the first lyrics.
Thum Thum Thum, Thumm Thumm – Thm
Thum Thum Thum, Thumm Thumm – Thm
Radeou... Radeou, Radeou, Erereradeou
Radeou... Radeou, Radeou, Erereradeou
Radeou... Radeou, Radeou, Erereradeou
Radeou... Radeou, Radeou, Erererade-eoreuuuuuuuu...
"Revving up your engine, listen to her howling roar...-" Monty began singing.
"Metal under tension, begging you to touch and go...-" The animatronics looked at each other in suspense. Chica prepared to sing alongside Monty.
"Highway to the danger zone!" They kept playing along side in sync with each other.
"Ride into the danger zone!" Their voices together matched that of Freddy's.
Chica's voice took hold for the second verse.
"Heading into twilight, spreading out her wings tonight...-" Monty took over.
"She got you jumping off the deck, shoving into overdrive...-" The two joined again.
"Highway to the danger zone!"
"I'll take you right into the danger zone!" They both continued to play remarkably well, looking at each other as they sung.
"You'll never say hello to you, until you get it on the red line overload...-" Chica took over.
"You'll never know what you can do, until you get as high as you can gooooooooooooooo!" Chica played her solo whilst keeping her pitch and volume perfect.
Monty began to nod to her thrashes and knock his bass to the rhythm acting like a pseudo drum. She was good, he'd give her that.
Eventually, the dust settled and the two reconnected.
"Awesome! Rock and Roll!" Monty roared whilst high-fiving Chica.
"That was so much better!" The chicken was elated.
"Only took like... 39 attempts. But hey, whose counting?" He was gently elbowed by his glamrock companion.
"Haha, OK. I give you plenty of flak, but you're better then you think you are Chica. Especially with your voice. You can really get high up there, and stay there. It's impressive."
"Really? Thanks Monty."
"You're fine." He took a deep breath in and sighed. "Man, that would've been awesome with Roxy. Speaking of, Where is she? Haven't seen her since our last performance."
"Don't know. She's usually on her own during Fridays, don't know why."
"We all need our own time I guess." Monty reasoned.
The two stood in silence for a short moment.
Monty then spoke up. "Again? Encoure! Orrrr... I mean we kinda nailed that. We could do a different song instead if you want?"
"Eh, I don't know. Tomorrow's gonna be a long day, and I need to charge soon. "
"What's tomorrow?"
"Uhhh... Saturday? ... Dummy?"
"Oh. I thought there was something special or something. Oh well. Thanks for letting me in. Good job tonight!"
"See ya Monty!" Chica waved him out as the door shut. She looked to a nearby clock.
Midnight.