Glamrock Filling
Even Animatronics needs love… And a regular refill
Commission for an anonymous client
Glamrock Filling
Even Animatronics needs love… And a regular refill
“Thank you, superstars! And remember, you rock!”
The crowd cheered and cried, exploding as the horde of sweets-addicted children went wild. They roared, shouted, and jumped on the tables. Some fought, some bit… And before more could be unveiled, the stage lift lowered, hiding the stars away.
With a typical ‘schtunk’, the trapdoor closed before any hysterical kid could jump through and break a limb.
“What a night. They’re rowdy!” commented Chica, snapping her fingers after she put down the bass.
“Come on, dear,” replied Roxanne, swaying her hair. “They are always rowdy. That’s kids. Was it the last concert of the day? Freddy?”
“You are right! We can rest in our rooms, recharge our batteries, and be ready for tomorrow!”
“Good! Can you join me?”
“What? Me? I thought to stay and help Freddy cl-“
“Come on. Let’s be between girls. I have something to show you,” replied Roxanne, wrapping her arm around Chica’s arm to pull her aside.
“Well… Uh. Sure!”
Freddy watched silently as the two left the stage, leaving their instruments out in the open. For Roxanne, that was no problem. But with Chica and her bass? That wouldn’t do for Freddy as he went around backstage, searching for her case.
He strolled, searched. A mere black case, that would be easy. And yet, the Bear Animatronic strolled around, eyeing in all directions before he heard a whistle.
“Freeeeeddy? Is that what you’re looking for?”
Monty’s voice was high, bemused, as the Gator had one foot planted on the case, his arms crossed. He certainly looked comfortable, leaning against the wall.
“Oh! That’s it! Thank you, Monty, you’re a lifes-… Hmm. Can you remove your foot?”
“Well! I might… If you listen to what I have to say, Freddy. Up,” said Monty, beckoning Freddy closer with his index. “Closer… Come on. Up. Closer.”
Each time, the squatting Animatronic straightened up, approached, leaned, and took one step after another. All until they faced one another, that they were but a kiss away… And Freddy winced as one hand landed on the metal codpiece, squeezing it.
Alert: Glamrock Freddy LadyPleaser XX3 access unauthorized
Freddy’s eyes widened as he felt Monty’s fingers digging into the metal codpiece, prying open the steel plate hiding Freddy’s ‘LadyPleaser’.
“Mo-Monty? You know we are on company time. This is highly unprofessional,” mumbled Freddy.
In reaction, his eyes darted left and then right. They went over the backstage, checking for the Staffbots who might be wandering around. But no, they we-
“I signaled to them we have water damage in the golf section,” said Monty, feigning to check his other hand before putting it on Freddy’s shoulder. “But can I fill you in?”
“You mean… Fill me in on something?”
“No.”
Monty’s grin was more devious. His grip on the metal plate ended as he peeled Freddy’s codpiece, revealing his ‘LadyPleaser’. It wasn’t made solely for ladies, but for the ‘special’ customers who might come to relieve themselves. And it was quite the tool.
Freddy’s artificial cock was lengthy, rubbery black, with the articulations slightly visible thanks to the light reflecting on the polycarbonate. With a length of almost nine inches, as promised in the ads, the organ could adapt.
Cum, precum, and even juices could be prepared inside Freddy’s orange-sized testicles, making it perfect for anyone’s wildest desires.
And yet, that cock, once out, sprang to life. Right into Monty’s hand as the Gator’s thumb brushed the wide tip, the enlarged glans, and then teased the oversized urethra. No frenum, nothing. Only a cock that was mushroom-shaped and optimized to improve pleasure on penetration.
“I love it when I see it,” said Monty, whistling in compliment.
“You’re not serious about that. You said you would wait until I am… Ready.”
“But you are ready. Plus, I had to ask favors to get Chica out of my hair. What do you say, Freedy? Do you want me to fill you… in?”
As Monty said that, he pressed on Freddy’s shoulders, pushed the other animatronic until he had to step back… And then hit the concrete wall behind him.
Freddy gulped, his hand pressed on the wall in reflex.
“One time.”
“One time, Freddy. Unless you want more,” said Monty as he adjusted his glasses and winked.
Freddy almost regretted it as he closed his eyes, hearing as Monty went for his own plate, peeling the painted metal off to reveal his own ‘LadyPleaser’. It was a newer version, though, with a few more options and the possibility to customize the shape.
It looked pretty similar to Freddy’s. So much so, they were practically from the same factory. Except that Monty’s fake cock was bigger.
And pressing against Freddy’s cock, smacking it as it moved of its own volition.
“You wouldn’t want to refuse someone with a bigger cock, don’t you think?” asked Monty, rolling his brows.
Yes, he definitely regretted it.
And yet, Freddy’s own cock was still hard, and the organ dripped on the floor despite the constant slaps, whether on his cock or on his testicles.
His nervous system feedback constantly flagged minor errors about the hits and the slight damage they might cause to the precious ‘fluids production systems’. But that same pain was rewarded by a hint of pleasure right to Freddy’s processing cortex.
A pain that was increasing as Monty smacked and hit those balls with his cock, while tracing the length with his finger.
“You accepted the last software update. So maybe… Should we go to the firmware this time? Or… Hardware,” chuckled Monty, his finger drifting off the cock to have his claw press against Freddy’s abdominal plate.
“Monty. If… You break me. The company-“
“The company won’t know. It’s only a plate and a LadyPleaser. You’ve got spares, don’t you?” asked Monty, leaning forward.
“Monty- I-“
“Shhh,” replied the Gator, leaning forth and pressing their muzzles together in a loud clunk. The Gator’s tongue went in, more rigid than humans. However, it felt like any other tongue to Freddy, his processing cortex adjusting in real time.
He could feel, imagine, and sense how that tongue could be warm and salivating in his mouth, forcing him to swallow it. Likewise, he could imagine the pleasure of that tongue rolling against his body if it did so.
Skreee
Alert: External Plate damage
Freddy closed his eyes, sharing the kiss as sparkles flew around them and the claw dug into the reinforced steel. It scraped off the paint, replacing the colorful cream paint with… The dull gray. Yet, Monty’s digits moved with simplicity, with a regular movement, with… A purpose that was surprising for the Rockerboy. At the same time, Monty loved to destroy things.
“Are you… Planning to break me?” asked Freddy, blinking.
“Only if you agree to it,” replied Monty, his cock still smacking Freddy’s. Smack. Smack.
For a second, Freddy looked aside. And then, he raised one hand to press it against Monty’s cheeks, stroking them with his thumb as he smiled.
“One time only.”
“Unless you want more,” said Monty, his other hand leaving Freddy’s shoulder to go for his own cock. And yet, the drawing continued.
Whether he moved his hips or shoulders, Monty’s fingers did not stop their drawing… And the trace on the metal remained impeccable as it formed something akin to an egg.
However, this was not the focus for the two of them. No… Not as Monty’s hand gripped his cock hard. The organ went steady and almost limp compared to before. And then, he had it presented to Freddy’s cock.
Alert: Urethral opening too small. Override? >Yes
Freddy gulped as he accepted the message. Obviously, Monty wanted it. He’d been talking non-stop about trying this. After Freddy’s mouth and ass, his cock was the sole option left.
And his rubber-black organ… Relaxed. The urethra, naturally clenched by fake muscles, opened wide. Its entrance, already massive, was then stretched by Monty’s own cock.
And… It felt great.
For a second, Freddy would have expected negative feedback or a slew of error messages. Instead, his processing cortex was swarmed with positive sensations. Warmth, slight pressure, tickling, but a pleasant presence.
The Bear gasped as he could feel… As he felt his own cock stretching and widening, bulging from underneath to accommodate Monty’s humongous cock.
Yet, the Gator was not satisfied with the penetration. He desired more. He did more as he took one step forward, still etching on Freddy’s belly, and… had his cock halfway inside.
“That’s not a LadyPleaser. But a real cunt,” said Monty, smirking.
“It’s… It’s doing what it can to please you.”
Oh, it did.
The fake flesh inside squeezed and pressed, the ‘muscles’ rolling and squeezing on Morty’s erection as he continued to advance, to progress… Right to-
Alert: ProProstate interfacing. Error! Error!
Freddy clenched his teeth as the swarm of messages passed before his eyes, right before Monty blew against his ears.
“Use the integrate command.”
“Wh-What?” asked Freddy, but he saw it. Aside from the Resolve, there was a little ‘Integrate’ button. It was a simple command, probably some foreign code. But the moment it was activated, Freddy’s mind… Exploded.
Processing Cortex: Overclocked
His voice box stuttered, unable to produce coherent sound. Freddy’s processing cortex was scrambling to understand all the data that was forced onto it.
All the pain, all the pressure, all the rubbing inside his prostate had been turned from a middling garble to a slew of data channels. All that data rushed to his brain, each requiring his attention.
The pressure on his bladder drain? The presence at the base of his LadyPleaser? The warmth permeating his ProProstate? The thick precum was slightly eroding his sensors as it rolled inside the organ?
It was all rushing to Freddy’s brain, making him feel overwhelmed. No, drowning in sensations as he gasped, gargled, coughed… And felt that tongue tangling with his, pressing against his. It coiled, danced, teased, and titillated the taste buds right enough to get Freddy’s mind off… Everything down his groin.
No… Monty had even pulled out, ever so slightly.
“What a rush! Right, Freddy?” asked the Gator, winking at the Bear.
“That…” began Freddy, his voice box still producing some white noise. “That was… Unexpected. And so intense. So… Powerful.”
“And it’s only the beginning,” said Monty, his hand going down and… Giving a squeeze.
Once more, Freddy’s mind was overloaded with sensations.
Monty’s grip was felt both outward and inward. Outward with the natural sensors. Inward with the slew of activated and edited sensors that were… Good. Making Freddy feel good.
His cock was stretched from within, but rather than being displeasing, that was… enticing.
Alert: GenitalSuit** e **** Rewriting 2%**
“Wh-What’s the rewriting?” asked Freddy, gulping and watching as Monty’s hand smacked right by his face, but an inch away from crushing his face. Monty… Gave another thrust, feeding another inch inside Freddy’s cock.
“Rewriting? That’s the nice term for what I’m about to do, Freddy. I will… Take them over,” said the Gator, whispering right by Freddy’s ear.
Perhaps that was the foreign code, but Freddy shuddered at the idea… No, he even shuddered as his eyes went down, seeing the claw almost done with that etching.
“Is that…”
“A cunt,” confirmed Monty, gripping his partner by the hips. “A womb tattoo in the Internet culture.”
“It’s cultural appropriation. Our HR department mig-“
“Give it a break… A let me break your balls instead,” said Monty, guffawing.
Guffawing and thrusting, sending another slew of sensations up Freddy’s brain. Of course, Freddy squinted and tried to endure. His brain burned as the cooling liquid’s temperature rose.
But so was the pleasure, the titillating presence as he could feel that precum being pumped further and further…. Right by the vesicle storage.
Alert: GenitalSuit** e **** Rewriting 10%**
That precum, sticky and thick, stretched the cables, the inner working of his refined and modified anatomy. And as the flow went up, a shudder went through Freddy, his mind… Recoiling.
“Will it hurt?”
“Not… Much,” groaned Monty as he gave another thrust, and the precum descended.
No… Beyond that, Monty ejaculated. His precum, already sticky and dense, became like jelly squeezed through the artificial organs' contractions.
It pushed, it forced… And along with it, it forced all that precum to rush onward, through the tubes and into the small production unit, flooding all the sensors.
Alert: GenitalSuit** e **** Rewriting 30%**
In the corner of Freddy’s mind, a graph formed.
A line of current data followed by an estimate, as he could see a line plummet to zero, while the graph itself flashed red with alerts.
But he didn’t need that to tell that was dangerous.
He only needs to receive feedback from those organs to sense it through the jumble of data… His testicles were burning.
All that semen was pushed onward, ignoring the direct passage to the Bear’s bladder to flow right into the prostate. And then… Back, up, then forward… And down.
Down to the tubes that were swelling, stretched thin to the point of strangling the connection cables… And right to the factory units.
To all those little factory units that formed Freddy’s testicles, allowing them to produce cum but also all sorts of liquids his clients might desire.
Alert: GenitalSuit** e **** Rewriting 47%
T**hey were powerless. Impotent in protecting themselves as Monty’s ejaculation rushed through them, hit them like a tsunami.
Monty was still humping and pumping, his mechanical hips moving like pistons while his artificial organs unleashed their full production power.
And in return… Freddy could sense that his production power was depleted, broken…. No. Rewritten. Like a virus.
“Monty… It’ll… Break my… Hardware,” moaned Freddy, his eyes rolling and his ears twitching.
“Hardware can be replaced!” laughed Monty, smacking Freddy’s steely posterior.
“It’s not-“
Alert: GenitalSuit** e **** Rewriting 66%**
‘Not what’?
That was the question Freddy was asking himself as he listened to his programming. It compelled him to push Monty aside, to preserve whatever might remain of his factory units. One by one, they were rewritten and overtaken. One by one, he could feel the sensors being hijacked, sending a slew of positive feedback as they locked themselves out of his control.
He was… Losing his genitals. His testicles. His pride, as one part of his programmed ego called it. Yet, the sloshing in his genitals was definitely pleasant. No, enthralling.
Alert: GenitalSuit** e **** Rewriting 86%**
Freddy’s mouth opened wide, the stuttering from his voice box now entirely turned into a garble of white noise and random words his processor pushed out.
‘Pleasure’ ‘Need’ ‘Raw’ ‘Fear’ ‘Monty’ ‘Monty’ ‘Monty’
The Gator’s name was repeated amidst the garble, though each time it was different. Stoic. Then inquiring. Then joyful. Then… Lustful.
And then… Freddy’s eyes locked on Monty’s behind the glasses.
Alert: GenitalSuit** e **** Rewriting 95%**
“Do you like my gift, Freddy? How does it feel? To have your nuts overtaken?”
“Good.”
The sound was entirely artificial, without intonation. But Freddy’s twitching mouth contorted in a smile as he was definitely feeling good. His nuts were bloated and heavier. Even the added weight was more positive feedback piling up on Freddy’s mind.
Most of his production units were down, drowned, broken, or overtaken.
Of the few that remained, they were taken one by one, little unit by little unit.
It was… An entire rewriting. A hijack. A virus. A virus that was scrambling all the code belonging to Freddy, so it would be someone else’s. Monty’s.
Alert: GenitalSuit** e **** Rewriting 98%**
Monty grinned and smiled as he felt Freddy’s hands on his hips, yanking him closer. Yanking him until Freddy’s stretched cocktip met with Monty’s groin… Until Monty’s nuts smacked with Freddy’s, and both chuckled.
“Fuck. Freddy. I’ve always wanted to take you over… And possess you.”
“Anything… For you. Superstar.”
Freddy smiled wholeheartedly, his processing cortex definitely drowned in pleasure and another foreign encoded sensation. Pleasure mixed with joy, loyalty, devotion, care, lust, and more. A sensation whose code started with the commentary ‘love’.
He loved it. No. He loved Monty… And he loved him some as he leaned forward, kissing the Gator as another cumshot, stronger than before, came through Monty’s dick.
Alert: GenitalSuit** e **** re- Good job, Superslut.**
Freddy moaned, his voice box returning to normal as he could feel his testicles were entirely bloated and about to break down from the inner pressure. There was so little that his artificial anatomy could endure before it started to break. And gallons of cum inside it were enough to have the scrotum sagging under its own weight.
Only… Only then did Monty pull back with that same cheeky smirk, patting Freddy’s chest.
“Any regrets?”
Freddy blinked, looking down. His testicles were definitely sagging and about to break apart. But he was hard. And more than that, he was feeling needy… Needy enough to feel an itch behind him as he turned and leaned against the wall, opening his legs.
“Not yet… But… I need to get a spare in my room. Soon,” he said, almost purring as Monty’s cock was pressed against his back entrance, making him feel… Much more than what he’d been programmed for.
“We are lucky, Superslut. I plan to claim them too,” said Monty.
Yet, Freddy could only smile, grin… And embrace his lover’s presence, inside his ass and inside his balls.