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"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.

"I shouldn't have come here, I know that," Knelle whimpered.

The animatronic bear rubbed Knelle's slender chest. The mostly intact foam and fuzz of his mitts provided a welcome respite after the cold, bare steel of Bonnie and Foxy. In spite of the softness, Knelle greeted the gentle molestation with tears. He placed his small paws over Freddy's but made not even a token effort to stop him.

"Freddy, stop," the young cat whined. He peered into the darkness where he saw faint glimmers of Freddy's eyes. That the animatronic was gently caressing Knelle meant nothing; there was no love or life in those black eyes.

The mechanical creature stroked down Knelle's breast and belly. The cat felt the slightest tickle but was much too weary to even titter. When the bear palmed his flaccid penis, the cat was similarly unmoved. "Let me go home," he quivered.

Hallucinations crept in behind Knelle's eyes. He could feel them like an unwanted presence in his head. As if they phased into his vision, things changed in the haze. Freddy Fazbear was still kneeling over top of him, but now alive. Soft, warm, smiling in the low light.

"Mmf, god, no," Knelle bleated. He looked away from Freddy and saw the legs of Bonnie and Chica. They were not organic like Freddy, but they were pristine, holding their plastic instruments, poised as if frozen in the middle of a show.

Freddy fondled and squeezed Knelle's package. The warmth and articulacy of the bear's fingers was terrifying and wrong. Knelle's penis stirred and he gently moaned. "Freddy," he puffed, his voice tainted with disgust. He pushed against the bear's shoulders.

The brown bear had nothing to say to Knelle. He pressed his own erection into the cat's thigh. The flesh was thick, uncircumcised, and an off-pink like Knelle's own member.

Though he had resigned himself to his fate already, Knelle acknowledged then that Freddy would not be denied. Some spark of a thought tried to tell Knelle that it was okay; and though he tried to deny that placating feeling, knowing it was the doing of the lingering evil, he was influenced. "Ah, Freddy," he whined, "after everything Foxy and Bonnie did to me," he shuddered, choking back his tears, "please don't hurt me. I was so stupid coming here..."

Freddy's jaunty smile offered no promises, though his body language spoke otherwise. He grasped Knelle's injured hip and gently rolled him over, then grasped the cheeks of the boy's rear. He pried them apart and bared the pucker of Knelle's anus. It was gaped, raw, leaking semen from Freddy's fellow entertainers. Freddy dipped his snout into the twink's ass crack and lapped across his entrance with warm and gentle licks.

The more Knelle winced and squirmed in his futile attempt to escape, the harder Freddy licked. He played off of Knelle's every cry and twinge. The twink winced and clenched when Freddy grew overzealous. Rather than stop altogether, Freddy loved upon the flesh of his taint instead, and the back of his balls.

As he had conveyed so many times already, Knelle whimpered, "Please, no more, just stop."

With his noted lack of words, Freddy communicated by actions alone, and his response was to ignore the boy's pleas. He returned his gentle licks and kisses to Knelle's abused anus, soothing swollen flesh and lapping away leaking cum. In spite of himself, Knelle moaned and curled his toes.

"That feels kind of good, but," he shook his head and sniffed, "stop it, I wanna go home, ple-e-ease."

Freddy stroked the small of Knelle's back. The young feline looked over his shoulder and saw that Freddy was smiling, as if to say I don't think so, kid.

The implacable bear dragged his tongue across the slight curve of Knelle's ass cheek. His lick continued up the cat's hip and over the small of his back. Freddy never stopped to wet his tongue, yet he left a continuous stripe of drool. Still smiling and with half-lidded eyes, Freddy partially climbed over Knelle then turned the cat onto his side, preventing him from lying flat one way or the other with a firm hold.

Knelle's lip quivered. He could think of nothing to say to possibly end the situation and Freddy precluded any possible words when he kissed the boy. Knelle puffed through his nostrils when he felt the bear's thick, warm tongue teasing the innards of his maw. He shoved against the bear's head, knocking off his top hat which previously seemed affixed to his crown. He yanked on Freddy's round ears, yet caused them only to splay back.

The bear's eyes slowly closed. Knelle chose not to mirror him, but the kiss went on and on, lumbering along at a pace which wore Knelle down after such an awful night. Physical affection alone, in time, would have been tolerable; but he felt Freddy's erection throbbing against his thigh, and the fear he felt for Bonnie and Foxy came around again. Knelle braced his paw upon the bear's shaft and tried to push it away, but like the rest of Freddy Fazbear, it could not be resisted.

As the kiss wore thin, Freddy rumbled lewdly moved the young cat to lie flat on his back, as he got up on his knees.

Grimacing and bleary-eyed from crying and fighting, Knelle made the token attempt to close his legs, but the bear was in their gap. The bear grinned and winked to top it off as he pressed his ready cock below Knelle's balls.

In spite of Freddy's rimming and gentle behavior, Knelle was still sore following two previous rapes. Thus, Freddy's prodding provoked him to whimper and grimace. The tears flowed again and as the bear achieved penetration, the boy let loose a warbling cry. "Ooh, god," he whined, and Freddy relented.

With his eyes closed and the sudden stillness of the bear all too apparent, Knelle wondered if things had changed back; Freddy would be a decayed abomination, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza a haunted shell of its former friendliness. He couldn't tell whether the nostalgic facade or the dilapidated reality was more upsetting.

Knelle forced his teary eyes open. He saw not a grinning apparition of loose wires and rat-chewed foam but the soft, organic face of Freddy Fazbear. "Oh, god, Freddy," he whined, "don't hurt me. I'm scared."

Freddy cracked his smile a wider. He gently shook his head as if to say it's gonna hurt no matter what, silly boy. Then he carefully resumed his entry, filling Knelle with the hot girth of his penis. Although Knelle was bruised and raw, he maintained good anal training, and Freddy's member was not far off from that of Knelle's live-in boyfriend. The pain would not dissipate in a single night, Knelle gained some stimulation from the penetration. The boy quivered, and his flaccid penis twitched in the beginnings of an unwanted erection.

Just as he bottomed out, Freddy pulled back. His technique was gentle but efficient, and the kitty below fought back a croon. Freddy watched his young, nerdy face carefully, admiring his youthful features. With his large mitts, he caressed Knelle's body and tweaked his nipples but ignored the feline's penis. The flesh had gone entirely flaccid again.

Come Freddy's second pass fondling Knelle's slim lines, the cat slid his comparatively little paws under the bear's mitts and made every effort to peel them away from his body. The bear continued to rub as though Knelle's paws were not in his way, and he quickened his pace all the while. Thick runners of pre shot into Knelle, coating his anal walls to keep the penetration slick. Grumbling pleasurably as a bear should, Freddy grinned down at Knelle. The bear's expression tried to be loving, but Knelle saw it only as creepy. When he leaned over Knelle and kissed the boy again, bracing his palms flat on the stage, his grinding never slowed.

Knelle fought Freddy through every shallow kiss. He sniveled to the bear, "I hate you, I hate this fucking place, I should have stayed home..." Clawing Freddy's features with his vicious claws produced a startling lack of results, for what should have been a quartet of bloody gashes on the bear's snout and nose were simply ruts in the fur. Shivers of unsure pleasure quaked through his body as the bear gave more firm thrusts, and Knelle, letting loose the sum of his desperation in an indignant yowl, clawed with both paws down Freddy's face. The boy aimed in particular for Freddy's cool blue eyes, but the attack was to no avail. Knelle realized then that in the hallucinatory flashbacks, his claws were absent. Knowing this made him feel strangely violated, and he started to sob openly once more.

Freddy smiled sadly. The regret, whether real or not, was most apparent in his gaze. Knelle suffered his ensuing nuzzles and smooches, and though he felt certain the remorse was feigned, he said nothing of it. The knowledge that he was Freddy's toy until the bear decided otherwise kept him sobbing and sniffing, and his efforts to repulse the bear tapered away into nothing.

Evidently savoring the sounds of Knelle's defeat, Freddy bunched his chubby body over the cat and humped more vigorously. Knelle commonly winced and sometimes whined, but his sobbing was constant even as the bear pecked him with kisses.

When the pleasure could climb no higher, Freddy forced another kiss upon the young cat. He lapped deep into the boy's mouth and his eyes drifted shut, his twinkling blue irises disappearing. Freddy's stout body shuddered and twitched, and at last he grunted into Knelle's maw and unloaded his mess. It was such a thick and hot load that Knelle whimpered from what seemed to be momentary enjoyment. Freddy broke off the kiss, and Knelle lay slack on the stage, sickened and exhausted; worn-out by his ordeals, Knelle he passed out.

The boy's unconsciousness was brief, but it proved long enough for things to change back to the way they had been. Knelle awoke in the darkness. Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica stood stiff as statues, decayed and unencumbered by sexual organs. Crude oil, cool and nasty to touch, drooled out of Knelle's well-worn behind.

Knelle stood on trembling legs. He shied away from the animatronics, hissing hatefully at them as he hobbled away. He understood so very little anymore.

The cat found his discarded bag and took his tattered first set of clothing out. Anything was better than total nudity and he slipped the garments back on. He thought not of the logistics of going home half-naked nor of how his boyfriend would react to the wounds. In fact, Knelle couldn't think of anything at all. All that he did know was that he would never return if he could help it.