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Freedom was a scant few feet away but Knelle locked up in terror. He shrieked. Foxy snared Knelle with his hook through the boy's shirt...

Bonnie had been a mechanical nightmare of his own caliber, but where the great purple rabbit was a lumbering, implacable stalker, Foxy was chaotic and jittery. He seemed incapable of holding still. As Knelle was dragged squealing through the hall, he caught glimpses of Foxy in the light. The robot fox twitched and jerked. His hook widened the hole in Knelle's shirt but the collar held out; Knelle could not wiggle free.

The cat recognized Pirate Cove. It was here that Bonnie had caught him. Foxy pulled him to the stage, yanked him up by the armpit and tossed him onto the stage floor. Knelle lay frightened and very sore, hapless as Foxy stepped up onto the stage and reclaimed him. Behind the curtains they went into a den of lousy cardboard pirate props gnawed by rats or simply broken apart.

Knelle realized the emergency lights were on back here. He wished they weren't. Every facet of Foxy's undead appearance was revealed in horrible detail. The decayed bodysuit revealed so much naked metal and dangling wire. Much of Foxy's snout was missing. Where foam should have given some semblance of a scuzzy pirate face, the cat instead saw naked rusted metal and pointed teeth, some gold and others missing, but enough were left to maim and kill.

The nerdy young cat lay prone on the floor, quaking and already broken. That Foxy too had a steel penis did not move the cat, for Bonnie had already taken the shock out of that. Foxy did feature a surprise in that his member had a pointed canine tip and a bulging knot, however. Oil, black and crude, drizzled from the tip. Lust burned in the dumbly grinning animatronic's yellow eye. The other could be seen in a peek behind its ratty eyepatch.

Foxy snapped up Knelle with his good hand. The steel fingers of his endoskeleton were largely exposed and Knelle shrieked upon feeling them pressing into his skin. The pirate ripped away Knelle's shirt with his hook. Knelle gasped but did not scream, and he tried to pull away from that wickedly sharp instrument. Foxy allowed no such escape and he dug the hook into Knell's jeans. But in doing so, he slashed into the cat's pelvis. Knelle exploded into a shrill scream as hot blood oozed from the gash.

As Foxy ripped off his pants, Knelle thought not only of what horrible rape awaited, but that he had not had a tetanus shot since his childhood. The fact that Foxy had him prone and naked beat out that second concern within a moment. In a moment of fear and with a good spur from the pain and the scent of his own blood, Knelle lunged away from Foxy and abandoned his pants to the evil machine. He would have gladly streaked all the way home if only he could escape.

Hellacious screeches and screams rattled out of Foxy. Knelle splayed back his ears and tossed back the indigo curtains to Pirate Cove. Foxy raked with his hook and nicked Knelle's wrist but ultimately snagged on the curtain. It was dense like canvas and had barely deteriorated, but Foxy ripped his hook free with a metallic roar. The small head start Knelle had gotten was meaningless. Foxy sprinted, beating his heavy metal feet against the floor, and then he lunged, tackling the nude cat to the floor and pounding the breath out of his lungs in the process.

Knelle hooted and wheezed as he tried to claw his way out from under Foxy but the machine kept him pinned. He thought for sure his ribs had been broken. "Oh, god," he said in a breathless rasp, "oh my god, please, please," he inarticulately begged.

It was all too obvious what Foxy wanted. Grunting in his scratchy screed, he braced his hook broadside against Knelle's shoulder, digging it in against tendon and bone, rolling them and causing Knelle sickening pain which made him writhe. Using his intact hand, Foxy guided his member to the twink's rear then shoved it between the cheeks with no grace. It speared through Knelle's swollen anus and startled a fresh new whimper from the boy.

"Fu-u-uck you," Knelle wheezed into the tile, digging his claws into his palms and curling his toes within his sneakers.

Foxy ground down to the knot which came to rest threateningly against the boy's entrance. Then he started to buck, grinding chaotically, often bashing the cold steel bulk of the knot against the cat's backdoor. He leaned over Knelle, bumping his clapping, goofy jaws against the back of the boy's head. Knelle shrieked and flinched away, pinning back his erect ears again in fear of having them bitten off.

The curved backside of Foxy's hook crushed into Knelle with much of the animatronic's weight behind it. Knelle grit and screamed through his teeth. He thought he could feel the joint grinding apart and being wedged open by Foxy's hook. In a fit of despair, he felt the business end of the hook would have been less painful. With his voice returning to him and spurred by fear, he begged of the pirate fox, "Please, you're killing me, please...! I'll take it, I swear I will, just, just--!"

At first Foxy eased off with the hook; then he dug its point into Knelle's yapping maw like a fishhook. Every muscle in Knelle's body went rigid, including those rectal muscles suffering the animatronic's rape, and his eyes popped open wide. "Awwwgh," he bleated around the hook, "awgh, n'oh!"

Foxy pulled back, digging the hook's tip into Knelle's cheek. The cat trembled violently. The pain in his rear was put into perspective by the fear of having his face ripped open. Foxy hissed like a snake, but it went on so long that it sounded like a steam leak, and he thrust all the while. The grinding of metallic joints filled the void left by Knelle's noted lack of screaming and screeching. The tears cascaded down the twink's face and drool ran down his chin.

Again and again, the steel knot painfully smashed against Knelle. Fear of its entry, of the hook in his cheek, and of death as a whole coursed through the boy and made him quake where he lay. He kicked feebly and raked his claws on the tile, succeeding only in snagging one on the grout. It chipped off, causing Knelle pain and freeing up a little blood, but this went almost unnoticed. The obvious main course was still being served.

The animatronic fox clapped his jaws and nicked the back of Knelle's head. The cat flinched away and the hook pushed deeper into his maw. Its filthy, cold steel was soaked with saliva much like Knelle's own chin. "Awwwgh, puh'ease," Knelle blurted around the hook. Foxy pulled it a little more taut and the wound created by the tip widened; but then he pulled it out and Knelle gasped in short-lived relief. He tongued the wound and closed his eyes tightly.

Foxy grunted and brayed in a voice which seemed impossible. The compressed, metallic quality of all the animatronics was present but the samples seemed like nothing a childrens' entertainer should be made to say. Knelle reflected on the inappropriate lewdness and wondered with a pang of fear if the hallucinations were back. He opened his eyes. They were.

The tile was clean and fluorescent lights gleamed down on their polished surface. Perhaps three feet out, a haze made any details impossible to see; Knelle pawed at his glasses to be sure they were there. Foxy's grunting was organic, his body soft and warm. The thick rod Knelle felt in his ass had the noticeable give of flesh now and the ooze was unmistakably precum and not crude.

"What's happening to me?" Knelle whimpered into the tile. His voice sounded far-off and fuzzy as if hazy like the light, but Foxy's voice was urgent, right in his ear, a constant guttural nothing speaking volumes of his pleasure. Knelle felt his hot breath and smelled his breath. It was fetid with the stink of bad teeth and scurvy-plagued gums. Knelle's nose wrinkled and his stomach rolled.

The fox popped his knot beyond Knelle's asshole. The cat let loose a savage yowl of pain and the hallucination ended as suddenly as a light being switched off. This was again the dilapidated Freddy Fazbear's Pizza which he had foolishly come to and not a circa-1980s trance. Foxy was a machine and it was cold, hard steel buried knot-deep in his rear. Crude oil shot into him with all the loving intensity of an orgasm, bringing with it none of the usual warmth, and Foxy draped over Knelle almost affectionately. A sound like an exhalation escaped him. The beast was satisfied.

Knelle lay quivering and sniffling for all of five minutes. He wanted no part of Foxy or being his bitch (not bitch - wench or cabin boy, Knelle thought with black humor), and he wanted even less to be in such a foul place. In his attempts to wiggle out from beneath the fox, he found himself stopped by the bulk of the pirate's knot. Grimacing against the pain and with his work made especially difficult due to being under Foxy's heavy, seized body, Knelle plucked his ass away from the animatronic's hips and gasped in immediate pain. He bit his lip to stifle further sobs.

Slowly Knelle hobbled in the darkness, going back to the entrance. He was so worn-out that when he saw the bear standing in the entrance to the main dining hall, his reaction beyond a startled flinch was one of resignation. Freddy reached out with a heavy mitt and grabbed Knelle's shoulder.

"Please," Knelle whimpered, "please, I just want to go home, I just... Please."

Freddy wanted his turn. He pulled Knelle close, dragging him at times on his way to the stage. Chica stood as ever like a statue and Bonnie had not returned. That only Freddy was ambulatory was no comfort to a scared boy who just wanted to leave. As the bear pinned him on the dusty wood of the stage, Knelle started to cry, but he gave himself to Freddy.