FVN VIP Access (Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach)
VIP Access (Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach)
VIP Access (Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach)
A/N: VIP Access was a commission written in October of 2022. Posting it up here and now for people to enjoy!
Summary: A young man ends up locked in at the Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex one night. Luckily, he has VIP membership.
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.
"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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