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A test run was nearly ready for the Fazbear franchise's virtual reality video game, or at least, their latest attempt at one. There had been a few problems in alpha testing, but nothing that couldn't be ironed out with a bit more development, and plenty of extra cash. Emails had been sent to candidates that would most likely react favorably, and the ones that were most likely to agree to the non-disclosure agreements packaged within. Once each contract was signed, the programs were sent. A bright glow pouring off a laptop reflected an olive-skinned man's smile. He had scruffy curled hair that fell over one deep gray eye, and both were focused on the installation bar crawling ever upward toward completion. In his spare time working remotely on data input, Norton had been signing up for various newsletters and entries for Fazbear's latest attempt at a VR game. This was something more for kids than it was for someone like him, but he was more doing this out of his own curiosity. There were always problems with things that came out of Fazbear's. Glitchy toys that could hurt you if you weren't careful, animatronics that had a habit of snapping on random people at night, and all of those juicy little rumors you could pick up if you trekked the internet for long enough. He found himself obsessed with it all, and now he would get to experience some of that oddness for himself. Well, if any of it happened at all. There was no guarantee that the game would be weird, and even if it were weird maybe he wouldn't experience it himself. Just as he was tempering his expectations, the progress bar finished and he beamed. Whether or not he would get what he wanted out of this, at the very least he could say that he got to test a Fazbear product and lived to tell the tale; after the NDA expired of course.

Norton had a square room to himself in his apartment, a good-sized one that he had cleared most of the space in except for the bed at the wall, and a desk with his laptop near the window. A visor rested on his head, one that he lowered over his eyes slowly with his hands grasping glove-like controllers. Darkness overtook his vision for a few moments before the display lit up giving him the options of which games he could tap into. There were a few that he enjoyed, perhaps too few considering how much the damn thing cost, but at the bottom of the list was Fazbear's Adventure. Whether or not that was the final name for the product, he felt excitement welling up inside of him as he reached up to touch the glowing box. Again, darkness consumed his vision, and his sensations dulled as he floated in an endless void until artifacts began to sprout. A room was the first thing to show up, one that was dimly lit with purple curtains hanging in front of him on what looked to be a stage. When he turned his attention to the sides, balloons, and tables sprouted up and he realized that the game had taken him to a recreation of a Fazbear location. Whether it was a pizzeria or something else, he couldn't really tell, but for some odd reason he could almost feel the chill in the air, could almost smell the food. Odd, he didn't think that technology was coming along that far. It must have just been his excitement tricking his head.

After a few seconds of idling, a button appeared before him and a pleasant masculine voice began to drawl, "Thank you for testing our virtual Fazbear experience. We're glad to have you aboard as a temporary but no less important part of the family. There are lots of little frights and plenty of fun things to do around here, so give the console that will appear in front of you a tap and choose a task to test. Enjoy, and remember, if anything goes wrong; please contact the number in the email you were sent."

He nodded through the little speech, rolling his eyes on occasion until the console finally appeared before him letting him into the game itself. As far as games went, it wasn't anything terrible, but nothing looked too interesting either. Each selection on the console in front of him took him to a different part of the game with a different set of tasks to do, and most of them were variations of the same experience. You started each as a night shift guard needing to complete various missions all while avoiding detection from the friendly and frightening animatronics. He figured he might as well try the one with the lowest difficulty for now just to ease himself into it. After all, he had a week of this, might as well relax with it instead of immediately hating it.

As expected, he didn't hate it, but he didn't love it either. The story had him at a Fazbear location deep into the night needing to shut doors and check cameras. It was a little bit tense when a few of the animatronics began moving at the same time thanks to the virtual reality nature of needing to check the cameras himself, but nothing too crazy. That was how he was going to rate the experience, except, something stuck out to him. The chill of the air was somehow stronger, the static of the cameras popping on making his skin tingle as if the faulty wiring could be felt through the game world. Maybe they had done something with the programming to just make it feel more immersive. Even a momentary close encounter with an animatronic banging against the door seemed to bring out little vibrations under his feet.

It was that first experience in a game that he thought otherwise might not be so interesting that got him to change how he looked at the virtual environments placed before him. The security room was a dark little box, cramped and oozing with frigid air. There were static sounds creeping from faulty machinery, a display beeping nearby showing him how much electricity he had before the machines would stop working. There was a true kind of dread in what he was looking at, and he had to give it to the developers, they knew how to set a mood. A little jingle went off when he survived the night, and he was thrust back into the stage room.

A little banner hung above the stage that gave him congratulations, but then something strange happened. The banner crackled away, purple light eating at the material until nothing hung above. What light he had in the room began to dim further until he was left with a shifting violet that focused on the stage. The curtains moved and from behind came the head of what appeared to be a golden-furred rabbit, or perhaps a man in a rabbit suit. All that showed of this newcomer was his bunny head with big ears and sunken purple eyes, a smile growing on his expression as he saw Norton.

Quietly, a voice whispered from across the stage, "Come here for a moment. That little thing couldn't have been fun, could it? I swear, it's gone so awry ever since..." The rabbit's voice stopped, the world shifting and glitching for a second causing a spot of warmth to vibrate through his head before the rabbit sighed aloud, "Well, it's just not the same really. Not as fun or interesting without a real creative genius behind the wheel."

That voice sent shivers down his spine. It had such an odd quality to it. Silky and gentle, with a strange humor to it that he couldn't put his finger on. When he opened his mouth to answer, he realized that he was trying to talk to a character in a game. Even still, it felt strange to keep everything so quiet.

Those deep violet eyes peered at him, stared at him before the rabbit's smile seemed to grow just a bit more, "Ahah, now, I realize that I'm rambling on and that's probably boring you. Not to worry, not to worry. You need only come behind the curtains and I can introduce you to a much better game." He then looked around before muttering, "Though, perhaps next time as I fear our time has grown short and I wouldn't want you worn out before the fun begins." His eyes then locked with Norton's gaze, voice distorted and beautiful all at once as he breathed out, "So remember, next time you come in, walk onto the stage and join me for the real show. Let's play and have fun, instead of dealing with all of this boring fussy work, okay?"

Norton found himself nodding despite knowing that the thing in front of him was just a character, but in two blinks, that character was gone. The lights were back to normal, the congratulations banner had appeared again, and a shower of confetti had fallen over him. It took a few taps to get out of the game, but soon enough he had his visor in his hand, his head turning to look around his room as he felt an odd dizziness come over him. Playing a virtual reality game could have that sort of effect on someone, but this felt odder than that. His entire body buzzed, his head was less in pain and more simply, foggy. He rubbed his temple and went to sit at his bed, his eyes looking toward the window to see that the night still progressed steadily outside. Perhaps he would sleep, and tomorrow evening he would give the game another shot. Norton lay in bed and shut his eyes, where his dreams pulled him into a world full of gentle violet lights, and a soft chuckling that promised such fun and sweetness.

The next morning went as usual. Get clean, dressed, make sure to eat, and work. Typically he'd be able to get plenty done, but he felt a bit sluggish during the day. Last night had been interesting, and his dreams had been strange, but he couldn't quite recall why they were strange. He could only remember that all-encompassing violet. And so his thoughts became distracted and occupied with that strange rabbit that appeared in the game, that odd bunny that told him to step behind the curtains for a real bit of fun. Perhaps he would do just that. After all, it could be some sort of neat little secret put in by the Fazbear folk for those brave enough to take the dive.

By the time his shift was over, his mind had returned to the strange fuzziness of the previous night. He figured that a meal and something to drink would do him some good, and it really did make him feel a bit better, but he couldn't entirely shake off the feeling of fog occupying his brain space. Night rolled around after that, and as he retrieved his visor from the desk, he found that his heart was thumping quicker and quicker. It was just a game, so why did he find himself so excited? Part of him had jumped into this looking for some sort of thrill or mystery, and now he had a thrill, now he had something that he wasn't quite sure of that teased his mind, but he was certain that it was an intentional part of the game. There was no sense in thinking about it too much.

With a breath, he slipped the visor on and shuddered as darkness overtook him. He reached for the glowing selection that would take him into the game, and he waited patiently as the stage was built before him again. The screen appeared with the choices of what task he could take, but his eyes, his gaze was fixated entirely on the stage itself. He tried taking a step forward, brought his hand out as if he were pulling himself toward the curtains; and for a moment, nothing happened. Again the lights dimmed, again that lovely violet appeared as the curtains cut open bit by bit and a hand reached out to take his. Norton's eyes grew wide as it felt as though someone was really pulling him, tugging him up onto the stage, and uncertainty rose through him; until he heard that sweet voice again.

"Welcome to a true experience. You know, I wasn't even sure if you could see me, if you could hear me, but here you are, and so very brave for it too." Purred the voice.

Norton found that his throat had dried out, his body shaking as he looked at the shape of the creation again. A rabbit, or a man in a rabbit suit dressed in a purple vest and bowtie; it was difficult to tell. Something about the suit seemed skintight making him think that it was a real rabbit, and the face and eyes shifted and moved as if on the actual face of a humanoid rabbit, but there were stitches in places along the joints. Something felt strange, something had felt odd from the beginning. He couldn't shake the feeling that his hand had actually been grasped and pulled, and it still felt like the top of his hand was being stroked by gentle digits. When he looked down, he saw his hand instead of the game's representation of it. In fact, his entire body was in the virtual space from what he saw. His mind swam, his head turning and both of his hands shot up to grasp the visor still over his eyes.

"Wait!" Said the strange rabbit while bringing a hand up as if beckoning him, "There's no need for that. No need for that at all. I understand that you must be concerned about all the little things you're feeling, but isn't it better that you can feel every little thing?"

His fingers shook as he decided to finally speak to the odd creature, "I guess, but it mostly feels weird. Not really sure why I'm even talking right now if you can't even understand me."

A chuckle flowed from the mouth of the rabbit, voice, and words brushing along his cheeks and mind like gentle caresses, "Oh, but I can understand you, and I can see that you want more than just what those silly little games can provide you."

Slowly, he lowered his hands from his face and nodded, "Well, yeah. The whole reason to play a game is to have fun."

"And I can promise you a very fun time." Said the rabbit as he stepped around Norton's back. As those gentle digits squeezed his shoulders, the rabbit's words whispered into his ears, "Just give me a chance, let me see what you want out of all this and I promise a show that you'll not soon be forgetting."

The smarter part of his brain was telling him to take off his visor right now and give the feedback that this little secret was maybe a bit too invasive. At the same time, the entire reason he had entered this virtual world was to discover something strange, and this definitely counted as strange. He could see and feel all of his limbs, feel every little brush of the rabbit's breath along his neck, and those gentle fingers on his shoulders. All he had to do was agree and there would be something fun in store for him, whatever that meant. The hand on his shoulders moved over to his chest, squeezing gingerly through the material of his shirt to press.

At the same time, that sweet voice muttered in his ear, "Don't leave so soon, I promise I'll entertain you, and if you don't love me by the end of this little session, you can step out on the stage and enjoy your regular Fazbear approved experience."

That soft touch teased through the neck of his shirt, digits dancing along his bare chest, "I guess I can stay a bit longer. If they went so far as to make an adult section, might as well try it out." He then cleared his throat, "I mean, I'm guessing this is the after-hours section of the game. Didn't think Fazbears would include something like this."

A chuckle came from the rabbit, the body behind him pressed against his back presenting a warmth that brought a shiver to his spine as a hum kissed along his ear, "If that's what you want, then that can easily be arranged. For now, though, have a seat."

Before he could question the strange rabbit where exactly he could sit; the entire room shifted. The curtains remained a constant as the scenery before him changed and glitched into reality. A loveseat appeared complete with pillows, and next to it was a couch of all things. He raised a brow and picked the couch, looking around wondering where the rabbit had gone before he heard a chuckle. The rabbit appeared with one leg over the other sitting at the loveseat, a big smile on his face pointed at Norton.

"What is all this about?" He asked quietly while trying to avoid the rabbit's violet gaze.

His virtual host chuckled, "You seemed to enjoy the idea of a more adult-oriented game, so here we are. I'd like permission first, before I see what really makes you tick."

Now that sounded like a bit much, a bit too close to an invasion of privacy, and he figured that the company was just trying to harvest his information. Strangely enough, that made him more comfortable, more confident in what was happening, and so all he did was snort and shake his head, "Seriously? Harvesting my information to sell off? No way am I going to agree to that." He then rubbed his chin, "No, how about we start off with a kiss?"

The rabbit appeared next to him on the couch with a buzz and a crackle as the air distorted, his eyes jerking toward him as that strange creature smirked, "As you wish."

That easy? All he had to do was make a request and the program would obey? Well, good then. It made more sense than having some strange thing probe him. Still, his mind registered something strange as the rabbit neared him, as those gentle digits grasped his cheeks. It felt as though there was some kind of terrible danger about to befall him, all of his senses whispering that this was wrong, but even then he leaned in and tilted his head in kind to let their lips meld together. His mind and body began to warm and melt as soon as their mouths met. Work and a tendency to stay inside kept him from enjoying the finer things in life, but even then, this felt far better than he had ever remembered. The embrace of lips curling to lips seemed so soft, so gentle, and tender, and yet there was something fierce underneath that began to surface as the digits grasping at his cheeks suddenly tightened their hold. His lips were assailed by a tongue that he soon opened up for, a tongue that dipped along his own and slid deeper than that.

Norton suddenly found his back pressed against the spine of the couch, his lap straddled as the bunny planted his knees on the cushions and dug in for more. Warm spit melded and meshed with his own creating a heated cocktail of their desire that kept on building the longer the kiss went on. Digits moved down from one of his cheeks to his neck, claws pressing against the skin. It felt as if his breath were being stolen away, as if the heat inside of him were being drained as the warmth he felt was replaced by a steady cold. He couldn't decide whether the body atop him was hot, or if it felt cool. It felt real enough to him, felt right enough to him, and yet his mind swirled with fog and confusion alike no doubt in part due to the intensity of the kiss.

When their lips parted, the rabbit breathed out between them, "You must excuse me. It has been longer than you can imagine for me, so please be patient with me, and though I've completed your request, please let me take more."

"Another kiss? Sure, but--" He asked as he reached up to feel through the material of the odd rabbit's cheek. Fur, or suit, he couldn't tell, but regardless he asked quietly, "What do I call you?"

The rabbit stared at him for a moment, those bright eyes seeming to glow just a bit more before he closed the distance between them and locked lips again with a snicker. Hands returned to grasp his cheeks before he could even try to prevent it, and truthfully, why would he? It felt good to be back in that heat again, felt good to feel his mouth burn with the passion of another. Again, the passion and gentleness began to make way for more intensity as he felt a sharp fang bite down on his bottom lip. He winced as the taste of metal blossomed, a complaint at the edge of his mouth before his lips were taken again; heat and words stolen alike. Tongue to tongue, body to body; Norton grew tired of waiting for this bunny to finish his game. Both of his arms moved around the rabbit to squeeze him tight, those violet eyes brightening and widening for a moment before settling down at half-moons, body shaking as he tightened his hold. A bulge pushed against his boxers, his own arousal crossing with that heat as their lips continued to meld, as he continued to dip into the kiss in earnest for once and accept what this bunny had to offer.

When their mouths pulled away, it was because he tore his lips away to huff out. Both of them were left panting, and he felt exhausted just from the kiss. A chuckle rang out in the air, and the rabbit leaned in closer as if to start another kiss before it all went dark. The lights flashed on with their normal bright white hue and he was standing in front of the stage. A pedestal rose before him and on it was a strange vinyl record. He picked it up slowly and it faded into his inventory, wherever that was. Confetti fluttered down from the ceiling and a voice began to congratulate him before it cut off.

A more pleasant tone came purring through the air, "Come back again tomorrow. It'll be more than just a kiss, as long as you want that. Oh, and you can call me Glitchtrap."

The display began to shift and darken, his hands moving up to grasp his headset to take it off. What an intense experience. If it weren't for the agreement he had signed, he would have gone online immediately to talk about it, but instead, he went to sit on his bed after setting his visor down on the desk. He could still feel his own arousal pressing against his boxers, could still feel his desires burning through his body, but none of that had been real despite how amazing it had felt. He reached up to touch the spot he had been kissed on and winced as his fingers trailed over his lower lip. His tongue brushed along the surface of his bottom lip, a taste like sharp metal touching his senses. Closing his mouth slowly, finger still on his lip; Norton decided that he had simply bitten his lip, and that was all there was to it.

Maybe he could take care of his own needs, but as he thought of those shuddering lips on his own in that strange game, he couldn't help but wonder if it might feel better to just wait until the next evening to experience true bliss. He went to the kitchen of his apartment to get a glass of cold water and downed it as quickly as he could, he drank another and took a few breaths while the heat of what had happened faded away. The light in his kitchen buzzed, buzzed, and vibrated, and as he looked at it; Norton found himself wishing that it was that same sweet violet. After a few seconds of that, he shook his head and headed back to his room while brushing off thoughts of buying fairy lights for his room. Sleep would be good to get rid of the heat, sleep would be good because it was late enough that he should have already been in bed, and sleep would be good because it meant his dreams would bring him that much closer to seeing the Glitchtrap again.

The morning came with a little headache, but that cleared up soon after breakfast. In fact, he felt more energetic than the previous day. He went through work distracted but productive, his foot thumping as he tapped away at the computer. Tomorrow began the weekend so he could put his focus on exploring every little aspect of Glitchtrap's game. Was it a bit obsessive? Probably, but he had never had the opportunity to enjoy something quite this unique in the virtual reality sphere and his experiences in the flesh hadn't exactly been fruitful as of late either. By the time night arrived, everything he had needed to do for the day was done.

Norton stood at the center of his room to don the visor again, familiar darkness taking him in, his hand reaching out for the spot where the program would be waiting for him before it appeared. The sight of the stage appeared before him, but something was different about the atmosphere. A muffled sound played from somewhere behind the stage. He couldn't see his own body again and didn't feel the same way he had before, but there was still a lingering sensation of familiarity there. Breathing out, he reached toward the stage, and this time, a hand gloved by white grasped his. He blinked as he was taken through the curtains again, appearing in boxers and a shirt as he had before, but at a sight that made him feel severely underdressed more so than even last night.

A table appeared before him, and Glitchtrap had faded away from him only to show up behind it. He wore a vest and tie as usual, but underneath the vest, he now sported a white button-up. His hands were covered by gloves, and in the palm of one hand, he held a deck of cards that he began cycling through and shuffling. Now that he was backstage, Norton could hear the song that had been playing before, a gentle classical song that droned on until it bled into the background buzz of the electronics. The room was just missing a bartop with someone serving coffee or alcohol to feel like a lounge.

He stepped in front of the table while looking around and opened his arms, "What's all this?"

"I thought I'd spruce the place up for you a bit. We're supposed to be playing games, I'm supposed to be entertaining you." Said Glithchtrap before sniffing, "Last night I got a little carried away. Wouldn't want to drive you off."

Memories of the previous night brushed along the periphery of his mind's eyes, his cheeks warming as he muttered, "Honestly? Didn't mind one bit. I just, thought it was weird that I could feel so much, but as soon as the kissing started I got used to it. Don't even think I would mind letting you harvest my data or whatever to make the experience better."

The cards and the rabbit himself seemed to spark and twist in the light for a second, violet squares glowing in the air until whatever glitch had happened passed, leaving Glitchtrap standing there with a big smile, "Is that so?" Glitchtrap began while walking around the table with one hand on the surface, "So you would let me in then? You would so willingly let me toy with you?"

Part of his mind yelled that it was an awful idea, but the sensations from last night still dominated his thoughts, and so he nodded, "As long as it feels good."

Darkness engulfed the room except for Glitchtrap, the rabbit striding closer and closer to him until those gloved digits were grasping his cheek. Quietly, his voice spilled into the air between them, "Then no more games."

Before he could figure out what he meant, he was thrust on his back, a bed underneath him. The golden-furred rabbit stood at the edge of the bed shrugging out of what he wore, vest soon coming off. A hand drifted between his legs and there appeared a set of balls and a cock, that twitching thing rising higher into the air and for some reason colored purple. His heart raced as gloves were tossed aside, as those bare hands grasped onto the hem of his boxers to tug them down and away. His own shaft bounced into the cool air, and soon found itself being cupped and grasped, a mouth moving to his crotch to plant little kisses from that spot all the way up to his mouth. His lips were seized with the same fevered intensity from last night, and it felt as though hot and cold were wrestling for dominance as that strange tongue slid along his own. The hand at his shaft squeezed and tugged, dragging upward slowly before gripping around the tip as he continued growing. It was strange, how the rabbit went from feeling so warm to feeling cold, strange how now and then he would hear little whispers in his mind, but the pleasure outweighed any oddness he might be experiencing.

One set of those soft digits grasped his cheek, squeezed gingerly when their lips separated to let their gazes meet. Glitchtrap's eyes were swimming with that lovely violet, his voice practically showing up at the back of his head in loving sighs and breathy groans, "Now, let me in, and take what you want instead of just sitting there."

Weakness and strength alike stirred in his body, his mind growing foggy again as those words seemed to echo in his head. He grabbed the hem of his shirt to pull it up and away, tossing it off to the side before reaching to grasp the rabbit's rear with both of his hands. His grip tightened as he leaned in for a kiss, their mouths melding together, their shafts now crossed together while those lovely hands began to tug them both. A slide of warmth and wetness dripped down his shaft already, the eagerness in his body urging him forward to keep on kissing, but there was something missing from this interaction. It would have been fine to keep their lips locked in eternity, to allow the rabbit's lips to melt with his own until they were nothing but mush, but he had been told to take what he wanted.

He tore his lips away and Glitchtrap smirked, eyes glowing just a bit brighter as he hummed, "Is that it? All your resolve and desire? It'll be easy then, to wear you--"

Glitchtrap winced as both of his ears were seized with one hand, as Norton yanked and pulled until Glitchtrap complied and placed his face between his legs where the rabbit belonged. Those glowing eyes seemed to dim for a moment, a small frown on his face as if he hadn't expected Norton to be quite that forceful, but even then he moved his lips into position over the tip of his cock, with his eyes peering up at Norton. He eased the rabbit's head down, and tugged on those soft ears while breathing out to the chill air. Warmth engulfed his shaft inch by inch, and at first, he took it nice and slow. He kept on with that nice and steady pace, being nice to the rabbit before he heard those words echoing in his head again to just take what he wanted. His own gaze sparked with that violet hue, his desires burning further as he yanked Glitchtrap down as hard as he could manage. Every inch of his tool shoved into the rabbit's throat causing him to gag, but that was only the beginning.

Both of his hands had moved to Glitchtrap's head to grasp both ears like handlebars, tugging him up before bringing him back down. He repeated these motions and drove his hips upward at the same time, cursing quietly to the air while everything seemed to fizz and crackle around him. Norton didn't seem to notice the fracturing pieces of reality, the way the world around him seemed to reject the fact that he was so thoroughly dominating the rabbit between his legs. It had been so damn long, and whatever purple haze was trying to keep his mind docile and obedient had been shattered by lust, and lust alone encouraged by that very haze. He knew that something funny was up, but damn he was just too hungry for this to even think about pulling away. Glitchtrap's gaze could only be called priceless. Whenever he slowed down, Norton could see that the rabbit had a look of absolute indignation and irritation in his eyes complete with a furrowed brow. Even still, the oddly sharp teeth in that mouth remained off of his cock, and he swore there was even a sign of a blush that he could spot through the cheeks of the rabbit. For a second, the world seemed to shift and glitch and his vision blurred as he couldn't tell if this was a man in a suit or a rabbit, but either way, he had control of the situation right now and so he kept on using Glitchtrap's throat.

His twitching shaft had grown accustomed to that lovely heat, to the tightness of the tongue around his shaft, and there was a certain joy to hearing the rabbit gag. He wasn't stupid. Norton had ignored his mind's warnings only to satisfy his own pleasure, but he knew that something was seriously wrong. If that was the case, then he might as well enjoy himself to the fullest even knowing that it could get much worse. He pushed and shoved, thrusting and grinding his hips forward before he kept the rabbit's nose pressed to his crotch. For a while now, Glitchtrap had just been taking everything he had been dishing out without complaint, but now in this held state, the rabbit's hands began to tap at his thighs. He waited until the taps became presses of the claw against his bare skin.

Norton then breathed out and slowly pulled the rabbit's head up until that warm wetness slipped off of the tip of his cock. "Bastard." Coughed the bunny while those eyes narrowed and gave him a glare.

He moved one of his hands to cup the rabbit's cheek, a thumb passing along the lips while he muttered, "Sorry, thought you wanted me to take what I wanted."

Glitchtrap bit down on his finger, eyes still narrowed, but fangs not digging in all that hard into his digit. He couldn't help but notice the bowtie that the rabbit wore had loosened and tilted, and of course, he smiled at the sight. A frown formed around his finger as his gleeful expression grew, the bunny taking his mouth away while using one digit to tug off the bowtie, "Next time. Don't stop."

The words sent a shudder through him, those bright eyes digging into his being as he rumbled in response, "That wouldn't be right, would it?"

What he had expected was some snark, some sort of sly stare and word that would have sent shivers up his spine, but instead, the rabbit brought his lips to the tip of that twitching desire, his heart throbbing as he witnessed the quiet consent. So he was allowed to just ruin this bunny's throat? What a fun program those folk at Fazbear had made, or more likely, what a strange and fantastic glitch. His fingers tightened around the rabbit's ears before tugging downward one a single time. Only half of his shaft dipped into that willing maw, only half got to enjoy the drool pooling around it along with that long tongue curling around his desire. Norton continued going slow, continued easing those soft lips over his cock, and for a second it seemed that the rabbit was annoyed that he was taking his time. Just when the claws had returned to his thighs to push, he yanked the bunny's head down by the ears all the way, his throbbing cock rooted deep in that tight throat. Glitchtrap's claws dug into his thighs, bright eyes flickering in and out of existence as the glow seemed to dim. He breathed out and shuddered, his hips grinding forward even though he was already in as far as he could manage. Each second was another moment spent in a near orgasm, his throbbing producing long lines of pre-cum that stained the rabbit's throat. Nothing more yet spilled from his shaft, but still, he ground that nose along his crotch, still, he pushed and breathed out his heat and pleasure into the air.

Aloud he began to count, "One." And the rabbit trembled, "Two." And the eyes began to flutter. He kept counting, his body shaking, cock bouncing violently inside rabbit's throat, "Fifteen." The rabbit's struggles at this point had weakened, the trembling moving down to his entire form, and at the next count, he could not help but use Glitchtrap's mouth like a sex sleeve. Through his furious thrusting and pulling, Norton groaned aloud, "Twenty, fuck!"

Hot cum poured out into the rabbit's drooling maw, spittle spilling down his lips, but not a single drop of his seed. Norton's body shook violently as he held onto the rabbit's head by the ears, on occasion tugging and yanking his face closer, though, Glitchtrap's nose was already buried in the fur of his crotch. Whatever struggles had been given before had now melted away into passive purring, a few gags still echoing in the empty room as he poured out everything he had to offer down into the rabbit's gut. After every drop had been wrung from his balls, he let go of Glitchtrap's ears and allowed him to pull away.

Glitchtrap coughed and wheezed, panting as he planted his cheek against Norton's thigh to rest while muttering something he couldn't understand. The program began to break at that moment. Violet lights began to cover portions of his vision, his perspective brought away from his own body and back again in a manner that made his stomach turn. The air and space began to bend into pixels that shattered and reformed until everything went black. No Glitchtrap. No stage. No sensations except for the air in his own room brushing against his bare skin. He slowly took the visor off of his head and reality came crashing toward him. The lights in his room felt so damn intense for some reason, and it took a moment before the blurriness of his vision settled. He had fallen onto his rear with his back against the bed, and his clothes were for some reason missing. What could not be explained, what could not be excused away was the fact that his cock was dripping with spit without an origin. He looked around, his chest rising and falling slowly. The door to his room was closed, the visor in his hand completely blank. He tossed it aside and moved to his laptop, but froze as he saw the entire screen glowing with a purple light. His fingers reached out to shut the laptop off, but a face appeared that had him backing up slowly.

Reality began to splinter and fractal, pixels crackling like glass as Glitchtrap crawled out of his laptop. He looked less gold and more like a muted hay in this lighting, but those eyes were still bright. That purple arousal between his legs still bounced as he approached, his mouth opening to let out a breath that created mist curling between them. Norton continued to back away until the rabbit was on him, hands on his shoulders gripping tight enough to bruise the skin as he was sat on the bed, Glitchtrap straddling his lap, soft digits moving to grasp his cheeks in a firm hold.

"You practically broke me in there. I nearly forgot about our little deal, that you let me in, and yet, here you are with all your wits about you." His chuckle echoed through the air as he added, "Well, mostly all of them. You accepted me so readily, but I can't seem to dig my claws into your mind, and all because you're too much of a horny fuck to even give a damn. Will you break now seeing me here in reality?"

Denial coursed through him, but he could feel the weight of the other on him, could feel that twitching shaft pressing against his bare gut. His own cock was answering without his permission, bouncing and twitching back to full erection to grind against the rabbit's tail. He opened his mouth ready to make some sort of argument, prepared to express his terror, but he felt that softness on his body and could not help but clamp his mouth shut in response. Instead, he did as the bunny had told him in the game and grasped him by the sides firmly. Glitchtrap's eyes widened for a second before he chuckled and leaned back, their gazes locked as Norton drank in that deep violet.

"Fine then." Glitchtrap's voice said to his mind as he slipped away, "Take what you want."

The rabbit laid back on the bed with his legs drawn up, a purple star on display to match the shaft throbbing above it. His toes curled, his smirk grew, and his arms wrapped around his knees to hold his legs. Norton gulped before sinking into the feeling crawling through his mind. He didn't want to resist because, what reason was there to resist? What point was there in not giving in to this if it meant he could have this pleasure? There was a darker purpose somewhere deep inside of that rabbit's influence, but he was already stuck with him, so why not enjoy him?

His hands grasped onto that plush rear, spreading it wide before remembering he needed lube of some sort. However, it seemed that the rabbit had already prepared. Slick liquid seemed to drip out of that twitching hole, his fingers moving to slide in. He got three in and stretched them before pulling them out. Instead of diving in immediately, he moved his mouth to plant a kiss on those plush balls, his tongue lapping down to the taint while one of his hands moved up to rest on the rabbit's foot. His tongue lapped at the taint, dragged along the surface through the fur, his eyes shut as he tried to calm himself.

But that wouldn't do, would it? The voice purring in his mind beckoned him, "Really? You resist me, you choose to take what you want, and yet you choose to take it this slow?"

However, when he planted a kiss on that puckered hole and found that the lube had somewhat of a berry quality to it, the rabbit let out a groan and a little curse. Of course he would enjoy the attention. Norton dipped his tongue inside, and pushed as far as it would go, nose to taint as he prepared the rabbit just a bit more for his own pleasure. When his work was done, he pulled his tongue away sticky with strings of spittle that broke apart as he rose. Both of his hands now clutched the bunny's ankles, the tip of his cock meeting that purple hole, and with one push it began to slide inside. He delved into the shallows before letting out his desires in full, his hips crashing forward as he breathed out and accepted the influence of the monster under him. Every thrust took him in deeper, every push earned another groan from the man beneath him, and every move brought him that much closer to the influence closing around him.

Norton's lust burned as he slammed inside, pressure building in his gut as the tightness of that ass sucked his cock deep inside. All of his cock hilted into the rabbit's ass while his balls slapped against the bunny's tail over and over again. He could feel his desires growing more, his arousal twitching violently as Glitchtrap moaned like a bitch in heat. While he could feel the influence getting closer to him, he could also feel its hold weakening as he pounded that tight rear. Maybe Glitchtrap was simply weak to this kind of attention, but regardless he took advantage for no reason other than pleasuring himself.

Letting out a breath, he pulled out slowly and Glitchtrap glared at him before gasping as his body was turned to the side. Norton sat on one of the rabbit's plump thighs while hugging the other leg, his tool buried right back into the source of his pleasure as he pumped and pounded forward with all of his strength. The rabbit stared at him with big eyes, mouth open wide as the air around him seemed to glitch and crack. Even his moans seemed to take on a fractaled quality, his insides tightening the more it went on.

"Whatever you are, you certainly are a fucking whore of some kind." He said with a grunt.

As if to prove his point, the rabbit's toes curled, and that purple cock bounced as he painted his own gut with cum. Even still, Glitchtrap hissed, "Shush. Don't think that you can keep this up forever. I'm just letting you have your way so--"

Words were thrust aside in favor of a gasp as he reached down to grasp the rabbit's neck, digits squeezing hard as he ground away at his pleasure and desire using the odd creature's inside like a toy. His shaft was at this point twitching violently begging for release, but he didn't want it to end so soon. He kept on pushing for more, kept on letting his pleasure build while the rabbit's eyes kept on glowing and glitching in his vision. His own mind felt heavy, felt so damn foggy, but the heat kept him rooted in reality as he buried himself inside of his vice over and over again.

Tired of doing all the work, a spot of mischief growing in his mind, he pulled free of the rabbit's body and slowly let go of his neck. Glitchtrap was broken out of his lustful stupor almost immediately to frown and mutter, "What? You didn't even cum and you're finished?"

He pushed Glitchtrap aside enough that he could lie down on the bed with his arm behind his head, a breath escaping him, "No, not done, but you could stand to get a bit of exercise and actually do something for once. Pillow princess."

Norton had not expected the rabbit's cheeks to burn quite so brightly, had not expected his voice to come out with such seething irritation, "Pillow princess?!"

Laughter brushed aside the influence in his mind, but it crashed back against his senses making him feel dizzy as the rabbit crouched on the bed with his back facing Norton. His hips lowered, one hand moving behind him to grab onto Norton's shaft before easing it back inside of the rabbit's rear where it belonged. With a growl, Glitchtrap began to bounce his hips down and then up, riding him furiously with more strength than he had mustered for his pounding. The rabbit grunted and cursed as his insides were stretched, Norton cursing and clutching the covers of the bed while trying his best not to blow immediately. The bunny's thighs were trembling violently, toes gripping into the material of the bed as he rocked those powerful hips down over and over again. Finally, one more movement of those hips sent them crashing down one last time. Every inch of his cock throbbing violently, heated cum pouring out inside of that tight ass, his hands grasping onto those plush hips to hold him down while they both groaned aloud.

The air around Glitchtrap blurred and pixelated in motes of white and purple as he fell forward onto the bed, his cock slipping out of that hole to send one last shot of cum spraying across his backside and raised foot. He shut his eyes and breathed out, his chest rising and falling slowly, but that calm faded as he heard the voice in his mind, "Tonight, I'll let you off with a victory, but from now on I will be in the corners of your mind waiting for you to slip up. Maybe you'll even want to submit fully in time. Know that my intentions are not as sweet as my attention."

He opened his eyes and saw that no one was on him anymore, but only a few drops of his orgasm were left on his thighs. Out to the air, he muttered while raising a hand, "So long as I can fuck you, I don't care what you try. Not like life is all that entertaining anyway."

"Then we have an understanding." Said the voice, before it purred in such a wild tone that his heart began to race, "Fuck me every night, make it your goal in this terrible world to break me instead of the other way around. Keep this up and I will become addicted to that cock of yours." And then softly again, "For now, goodnight from Fazbear and friends. Yours truly, Glitchtrap."

For the second night, he drowned his heat in cold water, and when he got back to bed, he closed his eyes to try and sleep. Life wasn't so entertaining. Life didn't seem so wonderful when every day played out in the same shades of lonely gray. He much preferred the vibrance provided by that strange ghost crawling out of his laptop. That being said, he still wanted to live to be able to add a little of his own color to the mundanity of his own life, and so he would resist and play as much as he desired until he somehow cracked. Purple haze gathered around his mind pulling him deep into sleep where he heard little sighs and giggles, little commands and words that held no sway over him. The only thing he would give in to, was his lust.