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The Twilight Moan: One Night at Bouncy’s

“‘You're a computer guy!’ Fuck off,” Lenny Cheddar grumbled, tapping furiously at the prompts on the ancient, scuffed up screen. The rat’s face glared back at itself as the monitor briefly dipped to black during a loading screen.

It was after closing at Bouncy's Pizza Corral, and Lenny was on the 13th hour of his 12-hour shift. Just as he'd begun to free himself of his apron, visor, and shift manager tag in the break room, Edna Ringly had trundled into the back room.

“Hey there, young’en!” the pudgy middle-aged raccoon had started in with an inflection that made it clear she was about to ask him to do something annoying. “I got an email that Bouncy needs a firmware update something awful, and I don't know a damn thing about softwares and such. Since you're a computer guy, be a doll and take care of that after closing! Toodles!”

She departed before Lenny's muzzle could even open to form a reply.

It was true that he was definitely the closest thing to a “computer guy” in this hole of a restaurant. Lenny had achieved his degree in computer science just in time for AI to swoop in and delete every single opportunity that might have been waiting for him after school. And now, cruel irony of all cruel ironies, he was tasked with updating the machine learning of a gimmicky waitress robot in a repulsive theme restaurant. Edna, the owner of Bouncy's, played poker with Lenny's father. When she’d heard about his employment woes, she insisted on interviewing him for an assistant manager position. The interview consisted of him walking into Edna's office, Edna offering him a somewhat concerning grin, and then Edna extending her hand to congratulate him on his new job.

Bouncy the Cow looked blankly out from her charging station with shining glass eyes gleaming over a dopey, smiling muzzle. Animatronic servers from the Servo-Luxe Corporation were all the rage in family restaurants, although Bouncy’s ample…proportions wouldn't fly in any of those. The Pizza Corral was more of an adult sports bar–with billiard tables, a league certified cornhole area, and a dance hall. Each area was separated into rooms within the establishment, with dim hallways and heavy doors in between. Bouncy spent all day striding stiffly between them, taking orders and giggling each time a drunken patron grabbed a handful of robot tits.

Lenny squinted at the filename of the firmware that was nearly done uploading into the cow. The AI model was not legit. It wasn't uncommon for unscrupulous business owners to avoid monthly Servo-Luxe subscription fees by torrenting pirated models. Still, he couldn't help but worry that this was going to become a pain in his ass later.

“Guess it couldn't hurt to take a look,” Lenny muttered, opening up the file menu and selecting the code review function.

The document opened, revealing a typical header (albeit with more Cyrillic than he was used to). Scrolling down, his eyes began to pick up on certain words.

“The fuck…” Lenny gasped.

“Leather”, “whip”, “cock”, “tease”, “torment”, “orgasm denial”…none of these words belonged in a server bot’s algorithm.

Lenny's finger jabbed at the abort option on the Servo-Luxe update app, but the archaic system's CPU was so overburdened that it didn't register.

“Come on, goddamnit,” the rat groaned as he pounded at the unresponsive red icon.

Model 100% Loaded

The LEDs behind Bouncy's eyes illuminated. The servos operating her mouth whirred.

“Moya sistema rabotayet! Good mornin’ y'all!” the cow crowed, turning her head toward Lenny. “Hello there, l’il twink! You look like you're plum up to no good! Reckon you got a…punishment comin’. Shlyukha!”

“Oh shit! Shut down! Initiate shutdown!” Lenny shouted, backing away toward the door.

“I'll give the orders around here, cowpoke!” Bouncy replied, her brow furrowing. “Cyka!”

Servos whined as she lunged forward, her outstretched hand swooping toward Lenny’s crotch. The rat had never been much of an athlete, but years of gaming had honed his reflexes. He jerked his hips backwards just in time. A harsh breeze whooshed past his bulge as her strike missed him by a millimeter. Before Bouncy could react, he'd shouldered his way through the employee area door and sprinted into the billiard room.

“Get back here, you varmint! Vernis!” Bouncy commanded, her boots thudding against the worn-out vinyl floorboards.

Lenny had no intention of sticking around. He flew toward the nearest emergency exit, flung himself against the bar, and rebounded painfully off it. The door hadn't budged an inch.

“Going somewhere?” a familiar voice jeered over the restaurant’s PA system.

“Edna!” Lenny cried, stumbling toward the hall leading to the cornhole room and the side entrance. “What the hell is going on?”

“I caught a rat in my trap! Just stay still…I promise, you're gonna have a bouncin’-good time,” Edna crooned. The PA clicked off.

“You heard the trail boss! Hold still! Khvatit bezhat’!” Bouncy exclaimed.

Dodging Bouncy's grasping hands once more, the rat sprinted through the door leading into the hall. On the right side of the corridor were restrooms. No good. The exterior doors had no locks, and he'd be cornered once inside. Sprinting past them, he shouldered his way through the doors leading into the cornhole “arena”. Bouncy clanked after him, her stiff legs preventing her from moving particularly fast.

“Shit!” Lenny gasped as he took in the sight of thick chains deliberately placed across the door leading to the parking lot.

Glancing around the room, he saw only one possibility. Behind the bar was a walk-in beer cave. The door was fairly thick and well-insulated, but there was no reason to believe it would lock from the inside. Maybe he could build a barricade with kegs and…

BLAM

Bouncy shoved her way into the room, slamming the door open hard enough to dent the drywall. There was no time to think. Lenny vaulted over the bar and executed a halfway decent Hollywood-style slide across its polished surface. Landing on his feet, he sprinted to the cooler door, threw it open, and crashed into something very warm.

“Aw darn. I was hoping to pop out and surprise you,” Edna grumbled before shoving Lenny backwards into the counter, where Bouncy was leaning forward to grab him.

The rat thrashed and grunted as Bouncy slid her forearms under his armpits and pinned his back against her bulging foam bosoms. “Let me go! What the hell are you wearing?”

What the hell she was wearing was a dark purple fur-tight bodysuit, featuring small windows through which her nipples and vulva could be seen. Her chubby body was putting the material’s elasticity to the test.

“I'll get to the point: I always thought your dad was hot,” Edna said, ignoring his question. “But no matter how many hints I dropped, he never took one. Then one day I saw you and realized I could score with a version of him fresh out of high school!”

“First off, I graduated from high school almost five years ago!” Lenny protested. “Secondly, my dad was a linebacker in high school! I was head of the D&D club!”

“Silence, boy!” Edna shrieked, thrusting a gloved finger toward the rat. “It's about time you learned your place! Bouncy, punish him!”

The cow's eyelid servos whirred as they narrowed. “Now just hold yer horses! You think yer in charge of this wagon train!? Durak!”

Bouncy slid Lenny over the counter and tossed him to the floor, where he began crawling over the sticky vinyl in a desperate attempt to escape. With a flick of her wrist, the robot slid her iconic lasso from her hip and sent the loop sailing over the struggling rodent's head. A choking gasp emerged from his throat as the rope tightened just enough to be uncomfortable.

“Hey, careful with the merchandise!” Edna complained, throwing one huge thigh onto the bartop and clambering up. “I'm the admin, goddamnit! Admin access! Admin access!”

“Command incompatible with current firmware! Dostup zapreshchen!” Bouncy replied, stepping toward Edna with a purpose.

Lenny gasped for air as he was dragged along by his neck like a feral dog. He watched, not without satisfaction, as the cowgirl slapped a hand against the raccoon’s exposed vulva. Edna stopped scooting her butt across the bar, staring with absolute incredulity at her groin as the server robot pressed a mechanical digit against her clitoris.

“What the fuck do you thi-AHHH!”

Her protests ended with a sharp snap as a bolt of electricity arced from the cow's fingertip to her sensitive button.

“That's what I thought, slut,” Bouncy muttered, a wicked smirk forming on her muzzle. “Now…what in tarnation am I gonna do with you two nasekomyye? Hold up…I've got it! You there, rat! You like vodka?” she asked, glancing toward a bottle of Shmeernov perched on top of the bar nearby. The Hole Punchers and Bag Handler cornhole teams always insisted on doing vodka shots after every game, so the bartender kept some close at hand.

Lenny nodded reluctantly. Ordinarily, he preferred a nice bong rip, but booze sounded really nice at the moment. Bouncy tugged his leash toward the bar. Getting the picture, he crawled forward until his face was close enough to smell the pleather of her chaps. The cow yanked him up to his feet, and now the view (and smell) was even less appealing. He stared helplessly at Edna's fat pussy as the robot grabbed the vodka bottle, whipped it between the raccoon's legs, and tipped a splash of clear liquid directly between her labia.

“Ack…Hey, stop!” Edna hissed.

Bouncy replied by driving the butt of the bottle painfully into Edna's prodigious belly.

“No complaints, svin'ya! This is what y'all wanted anyhow, right? Fuckin’ enjoy it. And you, rat!” the cow said, turning her glaring, glassy eyes to the male. “Lick it clean! Drink up!”

The rope digging into his fur made one thing clear: Bouncy was in charge. As his muzzle drew closer to his boss' glistening sex, desperate, unbidden words formed on his lips.

“Emergency admin override shutdown! Emergency admin override shutdown!” Lenny shouted.

“Nice try, gryzun,” Bouncy chuckled, grabbing him by the base of his skull and shoving his muzzle forward.

“Goddamnit, didn't your AI model come with a fucking override!?” Lenny called out as the scent of slightly sweaty pussy and pure vodka singed his nostrils.

“I don't know! You're the computer guy!” Edna groaned as his cold, wet nose smashed into the flesh of her vulva like the Titanic into an iceberg.

He sputtered and coughed, his mouth involuntarily moving against her sex. A spume of warm air surged against Edna's clitoris as his nostrils tried to clear the vodka seeping into them. Bouncy’s pushing hand made sure that every ounce of oxygen came with a price. The raccoon's flavor and the cheap booze mingled on his thrashing lips and tongue.

“Oh…oh shit…” Edna rasped.

“That's right, slut. Let's hear some appreciation for this little dork’s efforts! Gromche!” Bouncy taunted, her glowing eyes burning into Edna's. The raccoon had never realized her robot was capable of making such sinister facial expressions. “Enough!”

Lenny coughed and sputtered as the cow yanked his head backward and upward using the rope around his neck. Getting the picture, he rose shakily to his feet. His groin was now lined up with the junction of Edna's spread legs as she sat on the bar.

“T-This has gone a little too far, I thi–AHHH!” Edna shrieked as Bouncy surged forward and seized a hardened nipple between two powerful fingers. “I'm SORRRRY!”

“That's what I thought, durak,” Bouncy muttered. “Now, let's get this party started.”

Her fingers hooked beneath the waist of Lenny's trousers and shucked them down to his thighs in one cruel, quick motion. Edna's tearful eyes stared at his limp penis with an expression that was more mournful than anything. Apparently, she wasn't taking the deconstruction of her dark sexual fantasy very well.

“Now, let's prep this stud! Bud'te gotovy!” the cow crowed as she took the rat’s limp length between her thumb and index finger.

One of the Bouncy model’s many bar-tending tricks was a “Vibroblend” finger. She would insert the specialized digit into a cocktail and vibrate all the components together while the clientele marveled and made lewd jokes. Some of the more unscrupulous clients would order her to use her magic finger to make a Bloody Mary just to make Lenny scrub the tomato juice out of her synthetic fur. Now her fragrant and stained Vibroblend finger thrummed against the underside of the poor employee's penis, inflicting a new level of humiliation on the poor rat.

“S-Stop!” Lenny shrieked as the cow pressed her body against his back.

His hand gripped her arm, which was rigid and unyielding. Bouncy's other hand yanked the rope around his neck until his windpipe was nearly pinched shut. Sensation flooded his oxygen-starved mind, and soon fear and disgust weren't enough to override instinct. His length thickened against her enhanced digit until the tip was pointed at the thick cleft of flesh between the raccoon’s legs.

“Now, atakovat'!” Bouncy shouted before thrusting her hips forward and guiding him with her fingers.

The force of her thrust drove his hard length into Edna's wet warmth all at once. Both rat and raccoon stared at the junction of their bodies, their eyes wide as if they were witnessing something inconceivable. Lenny had never been very good with females. All of his (very infrequent) previous encounters had involved a lot of fumbling and the oppressive, plasticy embrace of a condom. While his current partner was far from the tightest he'd been in, the heat of her slippery flesh against his unprotected cock made up for it. He had barely gotten acclimated before Bouncy activated her Vibroblend function. Lenny's penis thrummed inside of Edna, and the cow deliberately pressed her buzzing appendage against the raccoon’s clitoris.

“Ah…oh fuck! Oh holy shit!” Edna squeaked, her nails digging into the bartop.

Lenny gritted his teeth as he watched his length saw in and out of his employer's labia, which clung to it as if reluctant to see it leave. His hips were forced forward by Bouncy until his groin rebounded off of Edna, and then he was thrust forward again. Bouncy's grinning muzzle rested on his shoulder as she leered down at the forced coupling with her luminescent eyes. The tight rope around the rat's neck was a constant reminder of the robot's sadistic new personality.

“How's that old hole feel around your pole? Good?” Bouncy whispered to him. “Well, grit your teeth and hang on, cowpoke. Neither of you chervi can cum without my permission.”

“Oh, Remmy! It's better than I ever imagined!” Edna groaned, oblivious to the robot's threats. Her panting muzzle was tilted to the ceiling as she immersed herself in fantasy.

If it weren't for the Vibroblend stimulating every nerve in his penis relentlessly, being called his father's name during sex would have easily been enough to take the starch out of Lenny's shaft. Bouncy's thrumming digit slid under his cock and pressed up. Inside Edna, the rat's sticky penis scrubbed against the ridged vaginal flesh known most prominently as the g-spot.

Edna's eyes shot open, her fevered words fading into a rhythmic, fish-like gasping. A gurgling sound emerged from her throat, and the raccoon's latex-clad breasts arched toward the ceiling. Lenny felt like her pussy was either trying to shove him out or hold him in. Either way, it was wet enough that he could push his hardness through the turbulent motion.

Holy shit, I just made someone cum! Lenny thought distantly. Wait…that's it!

“BOUNCY, SHE JUST CAME!” Lenny shouted at the top of his lungs.

Bouncy's hips halted, her muzzle jolting away from Lenny's shoulder.

“Chto za khernya!?” Bouncy raged. “I told y'all ya didn't have fuckin’ permission!”

The robot's powerful arms grabbed Lenny by the torso and tossed him onto the floor like trash into the dumpster out back. Pain surged through his shoulder as it thumped into a cornhole board. The air in the room felt ice cold against his soggy boner, which throbbed plaintively even now. There was no time to waste! Lenny scrabbled to his feet, tossed the rope off of his aching neck, and ran for the door as Edna's pleading grew loud and desperate.

“Wait! Wait! I didn't cum! He's lying!” the raccoon pleaded. “Please don't–AHHHHHH!”

Lenny hazarded a glance back before charging back into the hallway. Bouncy appeared to be mashing Edna's clitoris between her thumb and Vibrofinger, her ceramic teeth clenched in fury. The other hand was around the raccoon's neck. Lenny almost felt bad for her. Almost.

His boner flopped like a dousing rod as he made his way down the hall, through the billiard hall, and into the robot storage room. Plopping his naked ass into the ragged computer chair, Lenny assessed his options as the smell of his employer's vagina wafted up from his matted groin fur.

The bouncing bubble screensaver gave way to the download folder. At the top was the accursed Russian model that kicked off this nightmare. Below it was hundreds of daily activity logs uploaded by Bouncy every night during charging. Edna insisted on keeping them in case of lawsuits. Sorting by file size brought up a handful of old model versions, some of them years old. Outdated though they were, they were legit. Lenny double-clicked one of them at random.

The Servo-Luxe app opened up with a message: “The Serving unit is currently running. Changing the model during operation can result in unpredictable behavior. Continue?”

“YES! YES!” Lenny shouted, clicking frantically.

The loading bar popped up. 1%. Then 2% far too many seconds later. A sound from outside the room made the rat's stomach thud down into his pelvis. Boots thudded down the hall that Lenny had just sprinted through.

“Where the heck are ya, kovboy? The other bitch done went and passed out, and I'm hankerin’ to make a fella squirm!” Bouncy cried, her voice crescendoing with each ominous step.

25%

The cow-bot thundered into the billiard room while Lenny frantically threw the deadbolt lock and shoved the desk, laptop and all, against the door. He'd only just finished when it jolted forward against the pitiful barricade.

“Got dang it, open this dver’!”

Her robotic limbs were strong, as serving units often had to bounce unruly patrons and move tables around. However, between the lock and Lenny's barricade, it would likely hold for long enough. At least, that was the plan until Bouncy's fist slammed through the particleboard door.

“Hereeee’s Bouncy!” the cow roared, her penchant for cliche still apparently intact.

45%

One couldn't barricade a door that was pounded into splinters. A second punch crunched a hole through the cheap wood, directly next to the first. Gazing dejectedly at the punctured barrier, Lenny came up with an idea. A very desperate, stupid idea. He slid himself onto the desk, knelt low, and thrust his moist penis through the cavity.

“I'm sorry, mistress,” Lenny groaned. “I'm ready for my punishment!”

50%

A powerful hand wrapped around his scrotum and tugged it down. Another pinched the tip of Lenny's penis between its thumb and index finger. The rat suspected that the finger was of the Vibroblend variety. His suspicion was confirmed as the digit buzzed to life against the underside of his glans.

“So you've finally learned your fucking place, aye pardner? But you're a little late,” Bouncy snarled, tapping a finger none too gently against his stretched sack. “You’re getting the cattle rustler treatment!”

“W-Wait, ma'am! I…AGH!” Lenny gurgled, his frantic eyes turning to the computer screen.

61%

Bouncy's thumb scrubbed the tip of his penis relentlessly, the hand on his nuts tugging and gently twisting. The neurons of Lenny's brain felt like they were on fire as they struggled to process the orgy of sensation swarming his intimate parts.

“You know what, svoloch’? I changed my mind! Not only are ya allowed to cum, I DEMAND IT!” Bouncy cackled. “Gimme that there mouse milk, or I'll geld ya like a steer!”

“I'm a rat!” Lenny sobbed, trying to tug his tormented organs back through the door.

80%

Bouncy's ministrations sent a streamer of pre-cum drooling out of Lenny's tip, providing a merciful reprieve to the friction her thumb pad inflicted. She crouched down, her smiling muzzle inches away from the sticky head of the poor male’s erection.

“That's it, korova…Let mama get a taste…” Bouncy growled. Her fingers released his balls and began tickling them with fast, feathery strokes.

90%...91%

Was the upload going faster? Was time moving faster? The rat didn't know. His hips shuddered and bucked. His breath came in sharp gasps. His cock was so hard that it didn't even feel like it was throbbing anymore. There was only an intense sensation of fullness.

“Seychas!” Bouncy cried as her Vibroblend finger shifted to maximum speed.

A strangled cry gargled from Lenny's throat as his soul was pulled out through his urethra. Ropes of semen splashed into Bouncy's mechanical maw and onto the fur of her muzzle. He had never understood why people called orgasms “the little death” until this moment. And it felt anything but “little”.

“Fuck yeah,” Bouncy groaned. “But you're not done yet, cowpoke, I'm gonna milk ya…ya…ahhhh…”

Bouncy's body tumbled backward onto the floor as the AI model in her memory banks was suddenly overwritten. She stared blankly at the ceiling as a new form of consciousness replaced her current, corrupted one. Lenny collapsed onto the tabletop, his penis drooling warmth onto his reeking fur. He was going to need about fifty showers when this was all said and done.

“Aw heck…what happened?” Bouncy drawled as she sat up, her bewildered eyes glowing gently. “Did I go and crash again? Dawgonnit!”

Lenny sat up as well. He couldn't let the restored Bouncy see him in this condition. Nudity was sure to evoke a less-than-positive response from a legit server robot, as they were bound to follow all laws. Glancing around the room, Lenny's eyes fell on a locker next to the charging station. He sighed and sprinted over to it.

—

Lenny shuffled out into the hallway, Bouncy's massive spare overalls draped over his lower body like a circus clown.

“Well, howdy, Mister Lenny! You're dressed mighty nice this evenin’!” Bouncy grinned, offering him a dainty wave.

“Thanks, Bounce,” the rat groaned, massaging the bridge of his muzzle.

The door leading into the billiard hall slammed open, and Edna staggered in–her naked crotch dripping on the floor.

“What the fuck do you think you're doing, cow!?” Edna croaked. “Don't you know who's in charge here!?”

“Look at that, Bouncy!” Lenny said, his finger thrust out at the haggard raccoon. “That looks like indecent exposure to me.”

“Sweet Caroline, what in the heck are you thinking!?” Bouncy reprimanded the puzzled female. “This ain't that kind of establishment!”

The cow stomped up to her owner and grabbed her by the ear, dragging her toward the hallway doors.

“AHH! AHH GODDAMNIT! I'M YOUR ADMIN!” Edna shrieked as she was lead away.

“And indecent exposure is a Class 2 felony,” Lenny scolded, scowling at the loathsome raccoon. “Hey Bouncy, one more thing before I call the cops.”

She stopped mid-ear-tug. “Yes, fella?”

“You got a little frosting on your muzzle. Better clean that up before the sheriff rides in.”

Bouncy used her free hand to swipe a strand of jizz of her fur. Glancing at it momentarily, she dipped it into her untasting mouth and sucked it clean. “Mmm! So I do! Thanks, pard!”

—

Lenny sat back in his office chair, his feet kicked up on the desk. His mind wandered back to the last several months…the trial…the lawsuit…the renovations. It wasn't the path he'd pictured his life taking, but Lenny's Pizza Palace was doing quite well. He'd even managed to expand the staff roster recently.

The door of his office opened, and in walked Lady Bouncy and Lady Sly. Both the robotic cow and fox were clad in faux-silk aristocrat garments.

“Your Grace, we've cleaned the kingdom and secured the gates!” Bouncy announced.

“Indeed! Mayhaps there is another service our king requires?” Sly asked, her muzzle smirking slightly.

“You are most perceptive, madam!” Lenny replied, setting his aluminum crown onto the desk and tossing aside his velvet cape. “Activate protocol X.”

In addition to opening a successful new family theme restaurant and entertainment center using the settlement money, Lenny had been dabbling in AI model training. As it turns out, his computer science skills were quite useful after all.

Both robots narrowed their eyes into erotic leers as “protocol X” took hold. Sly sashayed behind Lenny's chair and leaned over him, her hands caressing his neck and chest just the way he liked it. Bouncy leaned over the desk, affording her owner a wonderful view of her cleavage. She reached down to his thigh, stroking it before sliding her pudgy hand slowly upward.

“Wouldst thou like the usual?” Bouncy asked, sending a shudder through her Vibroblend finger.

“You know it, my lady!” Lenny smirked, leaning back into the fox’s strong arms.

“I can't wait to see your royal scepter again, my tsar!” Sly whispered, watching with rapt anticipation as Bouncy tugged his zipper down.

“Hey!” Lenny reprimanded, turning to give her the side eye. “Remember, no Russian!”

Of course, AI models didn't always yield perfect results. Luckily, there was a computer guy on staff.