Capítulo 487: VIP Access (Five Nights at Freddy's: Security Breach)
A/N: VIP Access was a commission written in October. Posting it up here and now for people to enjoy!
Themes: Inhuman Sex, Rough Sex, Mild Femdom
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"Helloooo? Anyone out there? Uh, I think I stayed a little too late!"
It was a little embarrassing. Downright mortifying, in fact. He hadn't meant to get so caught up in that arcade game, but to be fair… someone should have come and gotten him, right? Someone should have done a sweep of the place and told him it was time to leave.
Looking around, Ben frowns. He glances back the way he'd just come from, to the front doors that are currently locked and shuttered. There's no helping it… he's trapped inside of Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex. He'd ended up missing the closing time, and had gotten locked up in the building, seemingly all alone. But… surely not, right? There had to be a security guard at night or something that he could find, right? They would let him out.
He couldn't POSSIBLY be all alone in here… he just had to keep shouting until he was noticed.
"Helloooooo!"
Walking around, Ben has to admit… there are worst places for him to get stuck in, he supposes. Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex is one of his favorite places in the whole wide world. Sure, some people might look at him askance for spending all of his time and money here. It was technically a 'kid's place' or whatever, and he was in his twenties now.
But he just really liked the place. And really, did anyone have room to judge him? Just because he spent all of his free time and spending money in an arcade, rather than at home on a computer, spending it all on some e-thots or twitch streamers or something? Ben might not have been 'normal' by today's standards, but he had seen what 'normal' internet behavior looked like, and he truly wanted nothing to do with it.
Honestly, he'd long felt like he was born into the wrong century. If only he'd been born in the eighties, he would have been a kid and young adult in the height of the Arcade Era, before all of the personal computers and home gaming consoles slowly but surely bled arcade life dry. Instead, he was a Gen Z kid who felt like a fish out of water.
… If he didn't run into anyone soon, Ben was going straight to the kitchen and making himself a pizza. Fuck it, sure it was theft, but could anyone blame him when they'd forgotten him and trapped him inside of the Pizzaplex?! He would-
"Whoa! You're not supposed to be here!"
Ben startles as someone else suddenly speaks to him. Whipping around, he's shocked by what he sees. He'd detected a hint of a robotic tone to the voice, but that still doesn't prepare him for the sight of one of the Mega Pizzaplex's glamrock animatronics standing there in front of him, as free as could be.
Roxanne Wolf bats her over-exaggerated eyelashes as she looks him up and down curiously for a moment. Dressed in her normal punk rock aesthetic, her clothes are a red crop top and a pair of very short red booty shorts.
Ben knows her as the mascot of Roxy Raceway, one of the mega pizzaplex's larger attractions. Basically a go-kart track, and one he'd had some fun with once or twice, though he ultimately preferred the single player arcade games more than anything. He was proud to say he had the high score on almost every machine in the pizzaplex, in fact.
Still, that was all distracting from the insanity that was Roxanne Wolf being out of her Raceway and standing before him now. Especially with how alive she was acting! This went beyond lifelike! Was this… some kind of prank, peering closer at the glamrock animatronic, Ben frowns. Was it really her, or was it just a costume?
"… You're not supposed to be here either, Roxy. Aren't you supposed to be back in your green room?"
Scoffing at that, Roxanne shakes her head… and stomps forward. Ben blinks and before he knows it, he's suddenly grabbed by the collar by the very tall animatronic and hoisted up off the ground. Okay, so NOT someone in a costume fucking with him. That strength she was showcasing was unreal!
"It's after hours, sweet cheeks! I can be wherever the fuck I want! But you… YOU aren't supposed to be here at all! What are you doing in the Pizzaplex after hours, huh?!"
He stutters and stammers, trying to find the words to give her the honest truth… but Roxy overrides him before he can.
"Oh! Did you sneak in to see me?"
Her muzzle doesn't quite curl into a smile, but her eyes flash and he gets the impression that she's smiling all the same. It's rather… odd.
"Of course you did! I'm the best after all! There's no doubt that I'm your favorite!"
Uh, well, that was… out of all of the glamrock animatronics, sure, she was his favorite. It wasn't saying much however. Maybe it was a little silly, but Ben didn't come back to the Mega Pizzaplex day after day for the animatronics. Despite them being a big part of the whole shebang, he was more interested in the arcade games.
Still, something tells him that he shouldn't tell Roxy that. Better to just… let it be.
"But really, you should come see me during business hours, handsome. Right now, I've gotta call the night guard to come deal with ya!"
Oh! That was exactly what he wanted! The night guard could let him out and he might even be able to get home and get some sleep in his own bed before work tomorrow!
"Scanning. Scanning."
Her eyes suddenly begin to glow and Ben blinks rapidly as he squirms in her grasp. Apparently she needed to scan him before she could call the night guard. That was fine. He wasn't a criminal. He had NOTHING to hide. He was-
"Oh! My apologies, handsome! If I had known from the very beginning that you were a VIP member, I wouldn't have been so rough with you!"
Suddenly, Ben is on his feet again, stumbling a bit as Roxy sets him down. He flushes a little in shame. The VIP membership thing was a little embarrassing. It was a one time fee of five hundred dollars, but even still, practically no one went for it. Mostly because Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex was often frequented by parents and their kids, not by young adults like him with five hundred dollars of disposable income.
He'd gone for VIP because… well, he spent all of his free time here and it was actually worth it. But he was well aware that it being financially worth it for him marked him as even more of a 'loser' to your average human being.
"Uh, it's alright Roxy. Can we see about calling the night guard over to let me out now?"
"Don't be ridiculous! This changes everything! If such a cute VIP member wants a special after-hours show from his favorite animatronic, then I'm happy to oblige!"
Wait, what?! Despite just apologizing for being 'rough' with him, the next thing Ben knows, he's being dragged off by the wolf-like glamrock animatronic. Roxy grabs him by the hand and all but pulls him along, making him yelp and stumble until he matches his pace.
In short order, they're back in her green room on Rockstar Row, a place Ben has never been before. He doesn't get much of a chance to look around however, as Roxy is quick to push him down onto the couch that dominates one side of the room.
"W-Whoa, what are you doing?!"
What she's doing is actually fairly straight forward. Dropping down to her knees between his legs, Roxanne Wolf has reached out and yanked his pants open, the button flying away and the zipper pulled down roughly. As she glances up at him, the animatronic doesn't stop either… she continues to tug at his pants and boxers until his cock flops free of its confines.
"What's it look like I'm doing, sweet cheeks? I'm giving you the VIP treatment, handsome. Ooooh, look at this specimen. What a hunk~"
Ben blushes as Roxy's eyes dart down to his cock. Despite the… absurdity of all that's happening right now, his member is already twitching to life in open air.
"You… you really think so?"
The moment the words leave his mouth, he regrets them. He really shouldn't be looking for validation from a fucking animatronic of all things! As real and life-like as Roxy might seem right now… this was all just really good AI, right? She was programmed to do these things. Which… was a whole other can of worms to unpack. He'd bought VIP status on a whim. But NOWHERE in the brochure he'd received with his new membership, had THIS been unveiled.
… Had someone fucked with her programming on the back end, maybe? Ben couldn't say for sure; he was a pleb when it came to computer programming, let alone advanced AI like Roxy was apparently presenting. And truth be told, it was rapidly becoming harder and harder to even think such 'higher' thoughts… seeing how the glamrock animatronic had taken his cock into her mechanical muzzle and begun sucking him off.
Ben groans, throwing his head back as he shudders there on the couch. Never in a million years had he thought it would feel good, but here they were. It was like she'd been designed with these VIP experiences in mind, or something. And hell, maybe she had. Because one thing is for sure, Roxy isn't blowing him like she's inexperienced or never done this before or anything like that.
As she bobs up and down on his cock, she uses her lewd, robotic tongue to stimulate the tip of his dick the entire time. All the while, those eyes of hers stare up at him, almost like she's doing a constant scan of his facial features and adapting her actions to his reactions the entire time. It makes for one of the most unique experiences of Ben's life. Not that he's HAD many blowjobs, but this one… this one takes the cake.
In no time at all, he's groaning even louder then at the start, and though he's not sure she needs to be told, he feels like he has to warn her all the same.
"Fuuuck… Roxy… I'm getting close…"
As he approaches orgasm, Roxanne Wolf pauses for a moment at his words and then pulls her muzzle off of his cock. To finish him off, she uses one of her paws to jack him off even as she lowers her tongue to his balls, lapping at them quite eagerly. The stimulation is intense… and exactly what he didn't know he need.
Ben can feel his balls seizing up, clenching down under her tongue, and his cock pulses. He doesn't have to say anything, she sees it coming and moves to aim his cock into her open mouth. He explodes a moment later, cumming into her muzzle and onto her tongue. He's expecting a mess to be honest, but to his surprise… she swallows it all. Not a single drop leaves her muzzle by the time he's done cumming, and that's saying something because it really is the best orgasm he feels like he's ever had.
Roxy wasn't just equipped with some questionable programming and a tongue that just wouldn't quit… she also apparently came with a fully functioning throat to collect the seed of her VIP guests. Heh, what was next, a proper, operational cunt?
Just as Ben is thinking this, Roxy stands up and right before his eyes, lifts up her crop top and pulls her booty shorts to the side, revealing… well, a set of molded breasts with rubber-looking nipples, and a very authentic looking silicon pussy. Ben gapes at the sight, even as Roxy's cunt glistens on command, lubricating itself for what's to come.
He opens his mouth to say something, to question if this is really okay, but he doesn't get the chance because the next thing he knows, Roxy grabs him by the ankles and yanks his legs up into the air. Popping a squat as she positions herself above him on the couch, the glamrock animatronic proceeds to impale herself upon his dick right then and there, pushing down onto him even as his cock grows hard again in moments.
She's quite tight, Ben quickly discovers as she giggles and begins to ride him in the Amazon position. His cock is massaged and squeezed in a truly spectacular way, better than the best fleshlight on the market, her lubrication top notch as well as she gyrates her hips.
"Like what you're getting, sweet cheeks? There's more where that came from!"
She proceeds to put her money where her mouth is by leaning forward and grabbing him by the back of his head, dragging him up into her plastic tits. They're not quite as soft as a normal woman's breasts would be. A little pliable, but not very much. However, her nipples are pretty fun, and Ben decides… he's in this deep, he might as well just go with the flow, right?
Latching onto one of Roxy's nipples seems to set the animatronic off. She lets out a robotic, wanton moan and shudders as he suckles at her nipple. Was it possible she was feeling pleasure from this? Or was it all simulated in her programming? In the end… did it really matter? Whether this was real or not, whether Roxy was real or not… it was happening. So he might as well enjoy himself.
Sucking on her rubber nipple nonstop, Ben groans into her plastic tit even as she continues to ride him to kingdom come. Her silicon cunt wraps around his cock again and again, her inner walls flexing and massaging every last inch of his dick like… well, like a robot. Is it any wonder that he simply can't last forever? Is it any wonder that he's eventually reached his limits?
Roxy was made for this; Ben is beginning to realize. Sure, she was also made to be the mascot of Roxy Raceway, but someone, somewhere along the line, had had Roxanne Wolf designed to be a fucking sexbot. It made Ben wonder if all of the other glamrock animatronics in the Mega Pizzaplex were the same way, but at the same time… he wasn't sure he wanted to find out. Roxy was more than enough woman for him truth be told, even if she wasn't a real woman at all.
Finally, her perfect silicon pussy manages to milk him of his load. He groans as he fills and fills her robot cunt with his seed, pumping up into her. He'd thought his last orgasm was his best, but this… this new one has just taken the cake.
"Heh. Like that, did you? Well, there's plenty more where that came from, handsome."
Blinking rapidly, Ben looks up at the animatronic in confusion.
"H-Huh?"
Roxy's tongue lolls out to lick her lips, and she snickers at him.
"You didn't think we were done, did you? After all, you're a VIP… and I'll be damned if I don't make sure you get the ultimate VIP treatment from your favorite rockstar~"
That was… foreboding. And yet, Ben got the impression that he really didn't have a choice. This was happening whether he wanted it to or not. So… he might as well get on board.
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Ben groans, and not just because there's an animatronic's hand down his pants, refusing to let go of his cock for even a second. He's honestly feeling a little light-headed at this point, even as Roxanne Wolf 'leads' him out of the Pizzaplex and towards the front doors.
It's been hours. Hours upon hours, and several orgasms, all of them milked out of him by the arrogant and sexy animatronic wolf. Roxy hadn't let him have a single break, and he hadn't had anything to eat or drink in that entire time. He was feeling rather dehydrated by this point, given the sheer amount of fluids that the glamrock animatronic had insisted on… extracting from him.
Still, at least she'd finally stopped riding him silly, and was ever-so-kindly leading him to the main entrance where, once Six A.M. hit, the nightly lockdown would be lifted and he could leave and go home. He was definitely NOT going into work tomorrow… he'd be collapsing into his bed the first thing when he got home and sleeping the sleep of the dead.
But first, he had to escape Roxy's clutches… literally. As mentioned before, her paw was still shoved down his pants and gripping and stroking his cock the entire way. She'd even made him cream himself a couple times already, which was a little embarrassing, but not so much as the whole night had been a little embarrassing.
She was a headstrong woman who knew what she wanted, for all that she wasn't actually a woman at all. Whoever had programmed Roxanne Wolf had known what THEY wanted; Ben supposed. In the end, he had gotten more than he bargained for… but couldn't really bring himself to mind too much.
As they reach the main entrance, he even turns to her to thank her for everything, but before he can do so, Roxy grabs him, dips him down, and plants her purple-painted lips on his. As her muzzle and his mouth connect, she forces her robotic tongue into his maw. Ben groans around it and they make out with one another for the last few minutes of the lockdown.
It's only as the alarm sounds and the shutters begin to lift from the entrance that Roxy pulls him back upright and turns him towards the exit with a farewell smack on the ass.
"On your way now, sweet cheeks! VIP or not, you humans can't stay in the Pizzaplex ALL the time, teehee! That said… I'll expect you back later tonight for another after-hours performance. It's the least I can do for my favorite VIP after all~"
Ben swallows at that, and just nods as he waves goodbye to her. To her and the Pizzaplex. He's uncovered a new element to his favorite hangout spot that he never would have guessed existed. And while he's still coming to terms with that… he does think he'll be back for more, in the end. This much certainly isn't enough to scare him away. No sir.
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