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Second Night

"Okay... so the machines actually move... Okay, so they can actually kill me... I'm screwed," says Ryan as panic causes her voice to quake. She convinced herself that it was a joke on the first night, but nothing could convince her now that she actually saw them move, heck, she had been chased by one.

Her fear had gotten the best of her, being she'd been staring at the cameras all night, praying that the power didn't go out, though if it did, she'd have to either hide and be undetected, or pray that one of those things didn't get her while she waited for six o'clock to come.

As she flipped from camera to camera, she came across 1C to see Foxy posing for her. His damn near realistic cock was straight up and he had his hook hand underneath his swelling knot. His other hand was right behind him, holding what appears to be his tail? The dim light made it hard for her to see what it was, but she assumed it was his tail.

Ryan stares at him for a few minutes, at least, she thinks it was for a few minutes. When she looked, the time was two in the morning, now it was two thirty. She shrugs her shoulders and laughs, until she sees the out of order sign. It had been twisted around and on the back, in red writing, it says, "Like what you see?"

"No, I do not," she says, looking away from the camera before her cheeks turned a bright red. She didn't like him posing for her, but then, why was she feeling so shy about it?

She returns her gaze to him, her eyes admiring his features for quite some time. He had a few holes, he definitely needed to be repaired. His cock looked so real, not something she'd ever find in a store if she were to look. Perhaps he always had it, or just recently acquired it, though where he'd get that she had no idea.

She finally gets herself to stop looking at it and, switching to 4A, she sees on the walls, "Just do it."

"Just do what," she'd ask, her ears flicking a bit before she perks up, quickly switching the camera to 1C, only to see that Foxy had disappeared, though the message on the sign made her aware of his intent.

"What? You're coming? What does... uh-oh," She hears a clicking noise and, as she turns around, she gets a repeat experience of last night, her eyes locked on Foxy as his cock pressed against the light.

"Oh... um... well... I uh... please don't kill me...," she would say, though she was unsure if he was actually here to kill her, especially with that hard on of his.

Ryan could only assume that he was smiling, though reading an animatronics' face was extremely difficult, since they didn't really have the ability to show any emotion. Just as before, as she stared at him, he would slide in before closing the door behind him, leaving her with only one chance to run.

She gets up to run through the door, but Foxy was faster, the fox beating her to the door, closing it with his left hand, pointing his hook hand right at her, causing her to tremble as she sat back down, her paws gripping the arm rests tight.

"I... please, just let me go," she cries, the wolf falling to her knees as she puts her face in her paws, her body trembling in fear. Ignoring her pleas and sobs, Foxy slowly walks towards her and places his left hand on her back, as if reassuring her that no harm would come to her.

It was somewhat relaxing, though if it was under different circumstances, she'd be more willing to calm down, but since it was a machine that was known for killing people, relaxing was the last thing on her mind.

Foxy starts to rub her back and, using his hook hand, slides it underneath her chin, trying to get her to look up at him. What surprised him, if he could be surprised, was that he was able to guide her head up so she was looking at him, though she was actually looking away from him, but at least he got her head up and she wasn't shaking anymore, which he decided was a major accomplishment.

He continues to rub her back, though he looks at the clock to see it's three in the morning, to which he let out what one could accurately say was a sigh, the mechanical fox soon looking down at her. Deciding he wanted to get better acquainted with her, he walks away from her and sits down near the fan, watching her, planning out his next move.

She listens to him walk away so she looks up to see him sit on the stool. "Great... you're just going to taunt me...," and she'd look down, making sure to keep her eyes averted from his gaze.

It simply stared at her in return, wishing it could tell her no, but being that the circuits that allowed him to speak were fried, he could only stare or scream, though he had no intent on screaming or screeching, being he knew full well she'd try to run.

It took a while, being that it was now four, she finally had the courage to look at him. He needed to be repaired, even though she had made a mental note of it earlier, she was making another. There were holes all over; there was a hole on his chest, one on his left arm, and another on his right, plus some places that didn't hide the endoskeleton, like his feet. His teeth needed to be replaced, as well as his hook.

All the sudden, he stands up and, looking around, he walks towards her, to which she watches him, knowing he wouldn't hurt her, or at the very least, he didn't show the intention of hurting her. It was interesting, watching him as he walked, being he had a weird glitch to his walk, his body randomly leaning after a couple of steps, perhaps indicating there were more issues than what was visible on the surface?

She was thankful that her brothers helped her out with the mechanical aspect of things, from telling when an engine was bad to building a computer, stuff like that helped her notice things when something was wrong and how to figure out a way to fix it.

He stops right in front of her and he places his left hand on the back of her head. Being unsure of what he was doing, she looked up at him, her ears perked until he stepped closer, pressing his warm cock right against her nose.

Taken by surprise, she tries to reel back in shock, but is unable to do so as he holds her still. He didn't want her to move as he continued to rub her nose with his cock, his too dragging from her lips to her snout before moving back down to her lips, the mechanical fox a bit too eager to taunt her and have her take in his scent.

As his cock slides against her nose, she'd take a deep breath, the wolf closing her eyes and panting softly, his scent rather intoxicating. Oh she wouldn't mind smelling him more after this.

All of the sudden, he would stop. When she began to ask what was wrong, he would quickly thrust his cock into her mouth, his furry sack slapping against her chin as he rapidly slid his length along her tongue, the female wolf's eyes open wide as she looked up at him, surprised by the sudden change in behavior.

He'd soon pull out, leaving a dollop of his seed on her tongue, the mechanical pirate walking away afterwards, heading off back to Pirate Cove. Ryan let out a cough as he left, the wolf panting as she regained control of her breathing, her eyes soon drifting up to see the time was six o'clock. "Oh... that's why... he left," and she'd fall onto her rear, relaxing as she closed her eyes.

Driving home from another day at work, she couldn't help but think about Foxy. She had tasted his cock, which was still a shocker, heck, she even tasted his seed, the wolf blushing softly as she focused on the road. If he went this far on night two, what would night three bring for her?