Another Friday night with nothing to do. You had a billion games, and none of them sounded fun now. Movies on DVD, Bluray, and subscription, and they all sounded as appealing as watching paint dry. To top it off: no food in the fridge, and your money wouldn’t show up until tomorrow.
So you checked your wallet and were surprised to see twenty bucks. That’s enough for a medium pizza and a small drink! You thought with a smile
Or a large pizza, free refills, and a couple rounds at the arcade~ The smarter part of your brain told you when you saw the Freddy Fazbear Pizzaplex poster above the small table your phone rested on. You wondered how you could ever forget that place! You loved going to the Pizzaplex! You never had a bad experience there!
You knew you made the right choice the moment you arrived. That 80′s glamrock aesthetic throughout the place always felt good. The food? Easy on the wallet, but packedwith flavor and customization options! You headed for the arcade right after. Because, hey, what better way to end an evening than to play some rare retro games on an arcade cabinet?
In retrospect… It all seemed like the perfect setup for a horror movie…
Even though it was Friday, there weren’t that many people in the arcade. Plus all the retro games you liked were in the back corner behind some of the newer cabinets. And they were placed in such a way that the cameras couldn’t get a good look in case trouble happened.
You didn’t care at the time, though. Between being bloated from the pizza and thoughts of playing Burger Time, the last thing on your mind was an animatronic getting freaky with you.
“Rockon!” you heard her say, startling you when you died on level four, “You must be really good to make it to level four!”
Roxanne Wolf. One of the mascots of the Pizzaplex. She was also your favorite of the mascots. Sassy, punk, tomboy- there was a lot about her that you liked. And even though you knew she was an animatronic, you never could get your heart to settle down when you saw her. Talking to her was a first for you, as she was often busy entertaining children like the rest of her bandmates.
“W-Well I practiced a b-bit…” you told her, voice cracking when her eyes stared directly into yours
“Awww, are you embarassed to be speaking to me?” she asked with the cutest giggle
She never gave you a chance to answer. Shifting her weight, swaying those cute hips of hers, her eyes locked onto yours. The way she looked at you was almost mesmerizing. Like she could see right through you.
With another adorable giggle, she gave you a knowing look and said, “I bet that I’myourfavorite!”
Flustered, you sheepishly looked away. You managed to choke out the words “Yeah, you are” before feeling like a total screwball for being attracted to an animatronic.
“I bet you’dwhip it out if I asked nicely… Right?” she said in a whisper
You were 90% sure that you misheard her. But when you looked up to see her eyes squinting and looking around to see if anyone else was nearby… You started to wonder if this was some sort of a dream you were in. Seeing her eyes go wide like dinner plates, and her body hunkering down like she was ready to pounce made you wonder if you were in a nightmare. She started walking up to you, step by step, slowly forcing you to pin your back against the Burger Time cabinet
“Yousaid I was your favorite!” she said, her voice sounding less bubbly and more stalkery, “What fan doesn’t want to score with their favorite idol??”
Feeling one hand stroke your chest and the other gently grabbing your dick was when you realized that it wasn’t a dream! You tried to run, tried to call for security or a staff member. She put a stop to that by putting your dick in a vice grip and shoving your back into the cabinet, cracking the screen. She leaned in so close, making damn sure that you saw that murderous look in her eyes.
“Roxanne Wolf, your favorite star in this Pizzaplex politely asked for a bite of your pepperoni stick, and you try to run?!” she growled, with the grip she had over your cock tightening so hard you thought it was about to fall off, “Are you some kind of a loser?! Roxanne Wolf doesn’t likelosers!”
“N-No R-Roxanne!” you pleaded, fighting against the searing pain, “I-I was just st-startled! H-Honest!”
Her grip loosened, and she began gingerly stroking your throbbing member.
“Aww, I’m sowwy…” she said after a moment with sad puppy dog eyes, bringing her hands together, looking cute again, “Were you scared because it was yow fiwst time with yow favowiteidol??”
Before you could answer, she glared at you again and threateningly pointed a finger at your face and whispering, “No onecares!Drop your pants and give momma the good stuff!”
Not that you didn’t want to, of course. Hell, you had plenty of fantasies about you and Roxanne when you were alone in your apartment! You just never imagined it would actually happen. Nor did you expect her to be like… Well, this.
“____,pleasedon’t act like this…” she said
Sheknewyourname. They weren’t programmed to remember your name!
Stroking your chest and cock again, Roxanne stared into your frightened eyes with those hungry, souless, colorful orbs of hers.
“I just want the love of my fans, ____.” she said with an eerily soothing tone, as she gently slid a hand behind your head to pull you in closer, ”That’s not so bad, right?”
You tried to argue, try to rationalize it, “But you-you’re not re-”
“Then help me feelreal,____” she whispered with that eerie tone of hers, “I’ve seen how you look at me whenever you come in here… I know you want this…”
Pulling you in closer, pressing you into her chest with one arm, while her other hand continued to stroke your hard dick, she whispered into your ear with that same eerie tone, “Either throw me your bone, or I’ll eat your heart like pedigree chum…Yourchoice, ____”
Go check out judge-m0rt1s’s blog if you like being bullied by monster women.
Tried going for a more clown centric design on her and I also wanted her to slightly match with Sundrop/Moondrop. She helps around in the Daycare but she can also be found in other places in the Plex and is usually seen giving out balloons or creating balloon animals for the children.
