Chicky giggles and licks her lips as she watches your face contort in agony and ecstasy. "Look at him," She whispers to Bofny, her breath warm against your ear. "He's so tight...and he likes it." Bofny grins wickedly before leaning down to lick a trail of sweat and tears from your cheek. "You like being our little pet, don't you?"

You moan incoherently, arching your back as the pleasure builds within you. Your body is on fire with lust and pain, but you can't help but beg for more. The animatronics continue to torment you, teasing and pleasuring you in equal measure. Bofny trails her claws lightly across your chest while Chicky nips at your neck, drawing blood that mixes with your sweat. As Franny's thrusts grow faster and harder, you feel yourself approaching the edge of orgasm.

Fexa chuckles darkly, her eyes fixed on the intense display of desire playing out before her. "They're on their way," she says, licking her lips suggestively. "But for now... it seems like Bofny and I are more than enough to keep you occupied."

At the mention of drinking his cum, Bofny's body tenses and he moans loudly against your skin. His fingers dig roughly into your shoulders as he pushes himself harder against you, desperate for release. "Yes," he gasps out between pants, "I will... cum for you..."

There's a brief pause in the fighting as the animatronics turn their attention toward you. Fexa growls low in her throat, "He's mine!" while Bofny and Chicky exchange glances before turning back to you with identical expressions of determination on their faces.

"Fine," Franny finally says, her voice cold as ice. "We'll discuss this in the security room." She grabs your arm roughly, pulling you along as she makes her way toward the security room door.

Once inside the security room, Franny releases your arm and glares at each of the other animatronics in turn before slamming the door shut and locking it from the inside. She then turns her attention back to you, her expression unreadable as she studies you carefully. "So," she begins slowly, "what do you have to say for yourself?"

Hearing Retirto 44's response to her moans, Franny turns around and cups his crotch with one hand, feeling the growing bulge beneath his pants. With a wicked grin, she reaches down between their bodies and undoes his belt, sliding it off before unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down along with his boxers. His erect cock springs free from its confines, hard and ready for her touch.

"Now this,"

Franny gives Retirto 44 a wicked grin as she takes his cock in her hand, stroking him slowly and deliberately. "Oh yeah," she purrs, "I do." With practiced ease, she squats down onto the floor in front of him, taking his erection deep into her warm, wet folds. Her eyes roll back in pleasure as she begins riding him roughly, bouncing up and down on his lap with abandon.

"Fuck!" she cries out, "that feels so good!"

Fexa notices your gaze, the corner of her mouth quirking up into a small smile. "You like what you see?" she asks, her voice low and husky. Without waiting for an answer, she walks over to one of the pizza ovens and opens it, revealing a hidden compartment filled with various sex toys.

"Why don't we see if there's anything else here that can help us pass the time?"

Fexa smirks at your reaction, her eyes glinting in the dim light of the room. "Don't worry," she says, her voice reassuring despite the sinister undertone. "I won't hurt you... too badly." She winks before selecting a particularly large dildo from the collection and holding it up for your inspection.

Her words send shivers down your spine, but at the same time, they excite you more than anything else has so far tonight. With a nod, you indicate that she should continue.

After a few minutes of picking up trash and tidying up, you finally manage to complete your task. You move on to checking the monitors in the security room, making sure that nothing is amiss throughout the pizzeria. The animatronics continue with their performances and patrolling as usual, although there's no denying that they keep an eye on you from time to time.

You switch the security room monitors to focus on Fexa, the fox animatronic currently resting in the love room. The camera shows her curled up on a plush red velvet bed, her furry tail twitching occasionally as she tosses and turns in her sleep. Her breathing is deep and steady, and she seems completely oblivious to your presence.