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"No way. This can't be right. You HAVE to be cheating!" Roxanne Wolf glared at the score display in Gator Golf, showing her two strokes behind Montgomery Gator. The reptile animatronic laughed at her frustration, which only made her angrier as she sharpened her claws.

"Hey now," he said, his own claws coming out. "Don't get mad at me. We both know neither of us are programmed to cheat, and we calibrated the clubs before we started. Obviously, I am just the better golfer. Maybe even..." He lowered his star shades, his eyes glowing red for a moment. "... the best." He twirled his club in his hands, then casually swung it at the standee of Freddy at the last hole, smashing it in half. "Oops," he said lightheartedly, tossing the broken bits in the trash and putting his own standee in that position. "Much better."

Rosy didn't notice, though, growling at his banter. She leaned down, ready to pounce on him, but he flexed as he looked at her. "Are you serious? If you want to rock, we can, but we both know who's the stronger of us two."

Roxy huffed, then turned away, folding her arms. "You wouldn't have stood a chance on the track, slowpoke. That's why you challenged me in here." She bristled as he came up behind her, his claws gripping around her arms.

"Well, you know, I don't fit in the carts. But you're the one who said yes, both to the challenge... and its terms." He chuckled, then tilted his head. "Now, what am I going to do with a personal servant for the night? Maybe start with you cleaning up the course? It was what Bonnie always did when I beat him."

Her eyes narrowed at Monty, trying to read his features, but he always had that stupid grin on his face. He'd always made her bristle a little, ever since he got upgraded from the golf attendant to a band member. Foxy, at least, had moved on to other projects since he didn't fit the themeing. Bonnie's disappearance was a lot more of a mystery, and Monty seemed far too happy with it.

But that was neither here nor there. He might be a gator, but he was clearly a shark, luring her in with compliments about how skilled she was at the keytar and how good a racer she was. Complimenting her hair, her skill, her style... And then challenging how good her claws were compared to his. Sure, she was more dexterous, but his could rock the world and hold down the beat. As per the agreement, the loser of their challenge would follow the orders of the winner until 6 AM. It was just after 12:30 now. This was going to be a long night... "Cleaning up the course? Whatever, Monty."

Monty glared at Roxy, grabbing her shoulder pad as she turned to start cleaning and spinning her to face him. She tried to shake his claw off, but he just gripped tighter, stopping her complaint in her voice box. "Now now, can't have that. That attitude's great for the band, but for a servant... I want to hear the smile in your voice, and I want you to call me master."

"You son of a-" her claws gripped tight, her jaw clenching for a lunge, but that smug grin on Monty's face was overwhelming.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Well, if you're a good girl, I'll see what I can do." He then stalked off, his tail slithering behind him as he did. "Don't miss a thing out there, Roxy! You want to be the best maid you can be, after all." His laugh burned in her ears as he headed to his hangout spot, kicking up his feet and listening to the clanking of the gators in the pond.

Roxy growled in frustration, looking at the offending golf clubs. She picked them up, ready to smash them, when her programming kicked in to stop her from damaging company property. Grumbling and feeling her pride injured, she placed them gently in the return, then scanned the swamp for trash with her special eyes. It wasn't what they were meant for (S.T.A.F.F. Bots were more tuned to this kind of thing) but she'd take any advantage to speed this up.

She moved through the swamp hole by hole, making sure all of the cups callously tossed aside or the wrappers stuck under things were taken care of. These days she wished she had Chica, since that peppy chicken would've snapped the trash right out of her hands... She was going to have to find out what was wrong with that girl one of these days. As it was, she went about her work, doing her best to get it over with.

When she got near where Monty was lounging, she bent over, picking up a wrapper, and heard a whistle come from the gator. She turned to look at him, suddenly feeling self-conscious as she saw his eyes scanning her. Her tail curled under her and she stood up quickly, glaring at him. "What, don't get a good enough look on stage, 'Master'?" The last word dripped with enough sarcasm to drown an elephant.

He chuckled to himself, laying back in the chair. "I just realize why you're the favorite of all the dads and the neck beards. The best little plaything a guy could want." Her ears folded back, embarrassment running through her circuitry as she tossed the trash. Then, as the clock hit 1 AM, a spark shot through the air, carrying with it an update to their code.

Roxy felt a rush through her body, focusing on her hip joints, noticing something installed in there that she now had proper drivers for. At the same time she looked at Monty, who seemed focused on his own discovery, though his was more apparent. The crotch plate slid open on his frame, a long, tapered artificial cock gliding free, then locking into position. Monty looked at it with surprise, then looked up at Roxy, a glow behind his shades as he beckoned her over.

"Well well, what do we have here? I don't think I'll get a lot of use for it myself, but... Maybe you can help see what my new hardware can do? Come and stroke it, my sexy servant." He lowered his shades, winking at her lewdly. Roxy rolled her eyes, creeped out by her band mate suddenly growing a cock, but most of the protocols involving naked pizzaplex guests seemed to skip and stutter when looking at him.

She moved over as he beckoned, looking disgusted at his length. Her fingers ran up the firm rubber shaft, getting a pleased growl from the gator and a leak of some sort of lubricating fluid... at least, she hoped it was just that. Her hesitancy was apparent as she continued to run her claws over the shaft, gently stroking it but paying no attention to the organ. This got Monty steaming, and he grabbed her tail roughly, pulling her over to him. "Come on, girl! You can do better than that! Or are you going to leave a job half done? You want to be the best at pleasing guests, dontcha? Well then, practice here!"

Shame ran through her body as she continued to stroke his length, hating what she had agreed to. Cleaning his room or a golf course was one thing, but this? This was just degrading. She continued to huff and look away, trying not to focus on it, only to feel Monty's claw slide up her thigh, then press against a button she didn't know she had. Immediately a panel between her legs slid open, a silicone love tunnel sliding into position at the opening for easy access. She looked down between her legs, spreading them to see her new acquisition, when she suddenly gasped, her tail straight out behind her as one of Monty's claws teased her new opening.

A spark of pink glitched at the corner of her vision, and her voice shouted out. "Hey! What do you think you're doing? This is why you don't have any friends, you pervert!" She then yelped as her tail was tugged, followed by a howl as his claws slipped deeper, drawing out lubrication that slowly slipped down her tunnel and coated his fingers. She didn't have any control over it, something which frustrated her to no end.

Monty growled, his slippery, shiny claws working over her slit while he got a firm hold on her tail. "Bad girl! You do as the master says, alright? And right now, he says work the shaft." He suddenly growled, picking her entire body up with ease and positioning her over his lap. She kicked at the air, fear entering her eyes as she saw his hands go to her hips, then slowly bring her down over his length. A moment later their parts connected, her lubricated tunnel letting him slide right inside, filling her to the brim.

Pink glitched across the edges of her screen, her legs shuddering and her tail twitching behind her as some malicious code fought to get it. For a second everything seemed fuzzy, a glow pulsing around Monty. But she shook it off, pushing herself up slightly and pulling off his length. She hated how good it felt, her walls squeezing around the thick rod inside her even as she tried to get away. But he didn't let her, his powerful servos bringing her right back down, his moan of pleasure music to her ears as the glitching got worse. She fought a couple more times, then began to bounce on his cock willingly, her pulling away turning into her riding his shaft and her grunts turning into moans.

His grip softened as she got more pliable in his claws, his smile widening. "There's a good girl. But you could be the best if you worked just a little harder. I never knew how good I could feel until this awakened... I want to find out the height of pleasure. Think you can do that for me?"

She nodded, moaning deeply as she bounced on his length, feeling it fill her and warm lubricant push in against her own flood of pleasure. "Y-yes, Master, I..." She shook her head, fighting against the code threatening to push further as she slashed at his arm, breaking free of his grip. She pulled off his length, now glistening with her pleasure, then turned towards the exit. "I'm getting out of here, deal or not! I don't need to put up with thi-ah!" She screamed as she was dragged backward by her tail, the huge gator standing, his shaft proud before him.

"You're not listening, Roxy. You don't get a say right now. So be a good bitch and take it!" He tugged her back, bringing her into a full grapple hug before he fell forward, his large form pinning her to the ground. She clawed at the turf on the gold course, but he was much stronger, and her moving only ended up raising her rear right where he wanted it. He thrust forward, growling as he did so, his arm in a choke hold around her neck to keep her from moving.

She gasped, growling initially, but as she was rutted into the floor by his powerful servos her groans of frustration turned into those of pleasure. Her tail jammed to the side, wrapping around his leg, while her claws, initially scrabbling to get free, now scratched deep gouges of joy. The pink glitches at the corners of her vision grew larger with each thrust, encroaching on the center of her scanners until it was nothing but a haze. At that she moaned, howling with pleasure as lubricant flushed through her pussy, the silicone gripping and milking the shaft inside her.

Her vision went dark for just a second, the image of a rabbit forming in the pink haze. It smiled, then tapped her gently on the nose, its eyes boring into hers. [Good girl. Moan for me.] The words appeared in the center of her vision, imprinting deep in the code that had just embedded itself in her, and she wagged her tail, moaning and howling her pleasure. "F-fill me. Pump me full of cubs!" The words came from somewhere deeper than her processors, though she didn't know where, before she collapsed limply in Monty's grip.

Monty wasn't done at any point, growling angrily and gripping her around the neck with his big arm. His hips pistoned, warm fluid pushing from his length and spurting within her clenching tunnel, even as she lay limp, just letting him have his way with her. "Cubs? It's all you're good for. Be a good band slut and take my cum!" The gator slammed his claws down into the ground next to her, tail thrashing violently as he hilted, his cock locking in her and firing pulse after mechanical pulse of warm fluid deep inside her. It bathed her servos, dripping along her endoskeleton in goopy rivulets that felt oh so right.

Slowly he calmed, then suddenly pulled free, one last pulse of liquid shooting over her tail and hair. He growled in satisfaction, while a voice not quite his played through his voice box. "Go clean yourself up, bitch." He laughed as he headed back to his chair to rest and resume his masterly duties. As he did, Roxy seemed to wake up from her haze, her hair and tail sticky, warmth leaking from between her legs. She found the hidden switch, closing up the plate, then curled up into a ball, a deep shame welling up inside her.

"Y-you're the best," she said through sobs. "You're beautiful. Everyone loves you. Everyone is looking at you." She slowly wiped the mess off her tail, her eyes scanning it. It was, in fact, cum, human DNA and proteins and wiggling sperm cells present. She tried to wipe it off, but even as she did, she could feel it sticking inside her, leeching off her system. Slowly she got to her feet, feeling the liquid dripping down her leg and pooling in the gouges on the golf course. But as she reached full height, the image of the bunny flashed across her sight and her body went slack for just a second. She then moved into her more confident, usual pose, turning to look at Monty. "Alright, Master, what do you want me to do? It better be good, people would die for a chance at spending quality time with all this."

Monty waved her away, his cock still out and slick with their combined fluids. "I said clean up. And do something about the dents in the floor." She scanned the room, looking for litter, but found nothing. The S.T.A.F.F. Bots must have been doing their job. At least until she looked at herself, finding the liquid dripping down her legs and on her tail and hair. That would have to be taken care of. With a twinge deep in the back of her mind that she couldn't quite place, she headed to the nearest sink to clean up.

Looking in the mirror, she saw a flash, the presence of Monty above her, the memory of something awful. It was gone in a moment, but the sobbing began and she didn't know where the tears came from. But some day... some day she'd get revenge on whoever it was that brought her so low. That she vowed as she gazed into her own beautiful eyes. They. Would. Pay.