Wired for Affection
Story by HomeTome on SoFurry
Chris has been wondering about a childhood memory. Now he finds himself in the ruins of the old Pizzaplex with only one goal in mind. To see his favorite animatronic again.
I stand before the dilapidated Pizzaplex, bathed in the moon’s eerie glow, a place I haven’t been to since childhood. Honestly, I can’t quite put my finger on why I’m here now. A sudden urge gripped me, and before I knew it, here I was. Is it a mid-life crisis beckoning me to relive my youth? Or is it something else? Either way, nostalgia has called, and I wanted to see them all one last time.
It took some effort to slip inside, the inky darkness ahead urging me to turn on my trusty flashlight. Despite the dust and rubble, it looks exactly how I remembered, like stepping into a memory. I didn’t even notice the smile playing at my lips as the beam of my flashlight swept across this once familiar place I used to call home. My footsteps echoed in the empty halls, the sound of crunched glass the only accompaniment to my solitary journey.
Memories flooded back as I looked at various attractions. I recalled fond times spent with the animatronics, and a chuckle escaped me, warming my reddening cheeks. Especially Roxy. I had a massive crush on her back then. All the animatronics were cool, but Roxy always felt different from the others. Was her programming more advanced? To me, she felt alive.
Maybe that’s just how I saw it as a kid, but one memory stuck with me the most. My family was moving due to a new job, and I knew it would be the last time I’d see this place. Even though I tried to have fun, the weight of saying goodbye to my friends was too much to take. So I ran and hid, praying time would freeze so that day would never end.
Roxy found me in my hiding spot, and all I could do was cling to her and weep. That’s when she said something I’d carry with me forever.
“There’s no need to cry, Chris. I will always be here waiting for you.” When I pulled back and looked into her eyes, she was smiling—a smile I had never seen on the animatronics before. “Because you’re my favorite.”
My heart skips as I’m jolted from that memory, the shadows playing tricks on me as my flashlight illuminates the path ahead. It’s unlikely she’s still here, but I think I came back because I can’t shake the thought that she might be waiting for me. The idea is almost laughable in its childishness, but she meant the world to me. With determination, I make my way deeper into the Pizzaplex, letting the dim glow guide me.
I haven’t liked the things I’ve stumbled upon. This place is in far worse shape than I ever could have feared, and the sight of scattered animatronic parts is jarring, each revealed by the flicker of my flashlight. I put a few of them into my bag, given my knack for tinkering. But I’m approaching a point where I’ll need to turn back. I hadn’t encountered any animatronics I recognized, but that was to be expected.
As I round the next corner, I stop at a hole only large enough for a child to squeeze through. Well, this is the end. I’m disappointed I couldn’t see her again, but chances are they salvaged her and the others anyway. Who would be dumb enough to leave expensive tech like that to rot?
“Sorry I took so long, Roxy,” I whisper with a sigh.
Suddenly, the ruins quiver beneath my feet, and my heart drops like a stone. Is this place collapsing? Driven by panic, I sprint toward safety, my flashlight’s beam dancing erratically across the debris-strewn floor. But I’m yanked back with an alarming force. As I’m spun around, the dim light catches the eyeless visage of a faceless animatronic. Its grotesque appearance seems almost surreal, like a nightmare come to life.
“Give me back my eyes!” it screeches, its voice piercing the darkness and chilling my blood.
My mind races, terror welling up inside me as the flashlight trembles in my grip, casting eerie shadows that twist and writhe across the ruined walls. But with a sweep of my light, my gaze locks onto something I hadn’t seen in a long time. Even though most of her hair was missing, I could never mistake the colors.
“R-Roxy?” I stammer, disbelief mixed with fear.
“O-Oh... I’m sorry.”
She releases me, and I stagger back, using my light to get a clear view of her. The sight rips at my heart. It’s as if a truck had torn her apart. Most of her once sleek form is now in ruins, her face missing, along with her eyes. Even so, she looks confused and unsure of what to do.
“What happened to you?” I ask, my voice breaking. I reach out, but she recoils.
“Don’t, please... You can’t see me like this, Chris.” She turns away, hiding her face.
“Wait, you know who I am?”
“I’d never forget you. You’re my favorite, after all.”
Her words bring that familiar skip in my heart, but now it’s coupled with a deep ache. Seeing her like this, abandoned, forgotten. It’s not right. Becoming an engineer was my way of bringing joy to others, just as Roxy did during my childhood. Now, she needs me, and no one can blame me for wanting to take her back!
I reach out, gently taking her exposed endoskeleton hand. She flinches but doesn’t pull away.
“I’m sorry I took so long.”
“There’s no need to be,” she answers softly. “It’s a shame you had to see me like this. I would’ve preferred if the memory of how I looked was your last thought of me.”
“I don’t care what you look like, Roxy... You’ve always been my favorite.” My words are true, unshaken by her appearance.
She withdraws, resting her hands where her face used to be, a mechanical sobbing sound emanating from her frame. Though no tears flow, it’s evident that she’s more than just wires and metal. She’s special, a part of my past that I couldn’t leave behind. I couldn’t stop time back then, but maybe, just maybe, I can restore her to what she once was.
“Roxanne... Let’s leave.”
“Leave?” she asks as her sobbing subsides.
“Come with me to my place. I swear, I’ll put you back together. Then...”
“Then what?”
“I don’t know, but we can figure it out.”
Slowly, she turns to face me, her gaze still fixed on the floor, a timidness in her voice. “Y-You still want me, even though I’m broken?”
“Broken or not, we’ll be together. Deal?”
Her response is hesitant but hopeful, “...Very well, Chris. But... I can’t see.”
I smile at the challenge, a spark of excitement in my chest. “No worries there.” I dug into my bag, pulling out the spare parts I had found earlier. “Give me a minute.”
“Just a little twist and...”
With a large, satisfying click, the world bursts into view for Roxy. She was trapped in that darkness for so long that she never thought she’d see anything again. But as her eyes drift, they settle on me as she takes in my appearance.
“I know it’s been a long time, but you’ve grown tall since we last met,” Roxy says with a hint of surprise.
I chuckle, feeling a warmth in my chest. “I was a kid then.”
I extend my hand, and she hesitantly takes it, her metal fingers cold yet somehow familiar. I help her up, and get a better look at her as she finds her balance. She stands around five foot ten, her once vibrant frame scarred and battered. I have a few more inches on her, standing at six feet even. It’s an odd realization that the once-gargantuan figure from my childhood is now more approachable.
But those thoughts will have to wait for later. I glance at my watch, realizing the night wears on, and urgency takes over.
“Let’s get out of here quick. I’d rather not have to explain to the cops why I have an animatronic in my car.” A thought suddenly strikes me, and I can’t help but ask, “Are Freddy and the others still around?”
She looks hesitant before shaking her head, her voice barely above a whisper. “They’re long gone.”
The finality in her voice stops me from probing further. Her pain is evident, and I respect her enough not to dig into it right now. Together, we begin to navigate the twisted hallways of what used to be a place filled with laughter and joy. Once we’re home, I can start working on my plan for repairing her. A renewed sense of purpose fills me as we move towards the exit. This isn’t just about fixing a broken animatronic; it’s about reconnecting with a part of myself that I thought was lost. Roxy deserves a second chance, and I’m determined to give it to her.
It’s been a solid three weeks since Roxanne has taken up residence in my modest home. Day and night, I’ve been a blur of scribbles and sketches, wrestling with circuit diagrams and scouring online stores for just the right items. My designs for her are ambitious—a unique blend of cutting-edge innovation and nostalgic tribute.
Living with Roxanne has its challenges too, but not what you’d expect. She’s not intrusive or high-maintenance. On the contrary, she’s almost too reserved, retreating to her sanctuary in the garage. I get it; she’s uncomfortable with me scrutinizing her wear and tear. She thinks her worn-out parts make her less in my eyes. If only she knew.
Still, like clockwork every day, she cooks something to keep me going. It’s a small act, but one that ignites my resolve to not just restore her but to make her better than she ever was. I wash my face, taking a final moment to gauge my exhausted reflection. No turning back now. I step into the garage where Roxanne stands, her back turned to me, almost as if on cue.
She’s become accustomed to this little routine whenever I enter her space. I take a steadying breath and approach her, walking past an operating table I’d salvaged from the Pizzaplex. A custom Faz-wrench lies next to it, my lifeline for the intricate work that lies ahead.
“It’s time, Roxy,” I say, my voice tinged with anticipation and seriousness. She responds by obediently climbing onto the table, but just as she’s about to avert her gaze, I gently touch the side of her mechanical head, locking eyes with her. “For you, this will feel like a blink, but when you come back online, everything will be different. Better, I promise.”
“... I wasn’t sure when to tell you this, but if something does go wrong, I want you to know that I cried all night the day you left. You were such a sweet boy, looking at us animatronics not as large toys to provide entertainment but as actual friends. Alone in that ruin, I had lost myself in that darkness... But being with you again reminded me of something.”
I swallow, the impact of her words sinking in. “What’s that?”
“I want to be with you forever.”
My cheeks flush as a grin breaks out. “W-Well, the feeling’s mutual.” I pull out the Faz-Wrench. “Ready?”
She nods, and I plug the wrench into the port on the side of her head, powering her down. My hand trembles, but I catch another breath to center myself. No room for error, not now. I shift my focus entirely on the myriad of mechanical wonders that lay ahead and the future I’m about to rebuild.
Roxanne’s optics flicker as she reboots, the world returning to focus. The first thing she senses is the repaired muzzle, feeling seamlessly integrated. Christopher wipes his brow as she sits up, clearly tired but expectant.
“Notice anything glitchy?” he asks, eyes keenly studying her for reactions.
Scanning her updated system logs, she finds a myriad of new code embedded. But so far, all systems are green.
“Everything’s good so far,” she responds.
Her hand rises almost instinctively to touch her face, and as her fingers touch her cheek, her sensory circuits light up like fireworks. She’s awestruck by the sensation—no longer does she feel the rigidity of plastic, but something much softer, much more tactile. Confused, she casts her gaze toward Christopher.
“The old you was durable, but I thought...you deserve better.” Christopher steps closer, placing his hand over hers. The warmth of his skin against hers sends a thrilling shock through her system. “So, I went with a silicone blend—resilient yet soft. And those sensations you’re feeling? I embedded sensors beneath the silicone. Plus, a bit of microfiber to mimic fur. Can you feel this?”
Roxy nods as she senses the gentle pressure of his hand squeezing hers.
“That’s the new code?” she inquires.
“Yep. Given your career change—aka no more kids slamming pizza on you—I thought it would be more suitable.” Christopher moves around her, doing a final visual check. “The silicone can self-heal from minor scrapes. And don’t worry about hot stovetops; I’ve added temperature sensors to keep you from frying a circuit.” He eventually stops in front of her and holds up a mirror. “So, what’s the verdict?”
Roxanne looks at her reflection, truly seeing herself for the first time in years. The subtle, lifelike features, the nuances in her fur, and even her eyes seem more vivid. Then her gaze falls lower, and her eyes widen a bit. With tentative hands, she explores her newly added chest.
“These are different,” she comments, a bit fascinated.
Christopher blushes. “I mean, your old body suggested it, so I figured, why not make it more, um, anatomically appropriate? Did I overdo it?”
Her eyes meet his, sparkling with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. “No, I like them.”
Next, Roxanne felt an odd sensation originating from her mouth, a place that had never offered any feedback before. Perplexed, she turns to the mirror and cautiously opens wide. What she sees astonishes her—her tongue, teeth, and gums are intricately detailed, presenting a convincing simulation of biological anatomy. She’s far from her original design as a simple animatronic entertainer; she’s evolved into a hybrid of synthetic and something almost life-like.
Catching her focused inspection in the mirror, Christopher speaks up. “As I started adding detail, I kinda got lost in it all. Your oral cavity now extends halfway down your throat.” His eyes sparkle with a mix of excitement and anticipation. “And all your parts are modular. It took a bit more time to rig, but it means we can fix or upgrade individual components whenever needed.”
I watch as Roxy closes her mouth and rises, her movements fluid and precise. She looks herself over, then her hand reaches back to feel her ass.
“Padding here too?” She questions, her tone more curious than self-conscious.
“Yeah,” I reply, feeling the awkwardness creep in on my end. “I tried to make everything as true to your original form as possible.”
Even though she’s anatomically similar to a Barbie doll—featureless in the areas you’d expect— it’s still rather lewd to see her like this. Of course, I debated whether I should add more intimate detail but held off, as it felt like I’d be crossing a line that Roxy wasn’t expecting. When she turns back to me, her LED eyes glow a touch brighter, and she wraps me in a hug without hesitation.
My heart skips a beat; this is nothing like the hard, plastic hugs from my childhood. The love was there, hidden behind her durable shell. But now, there’s an organic softness to her. I feel the faux fur brushing against my skin, her silicone body yielding slightly as she pulls me closer. A subtle heat radiates from her internal mechanics.
It takes me a moment to collect myself and return the hug.
“Thank you,” she murmurs, her voice wavering in an almost human-like sob. “Thank you.”
“No need to thank me,” I reply, my voice choked up. “I would do anything for you.”
Still holding onto me, she leans back to look me in the eyes.
“I’ve observed humans doing this. Allow me to express gratitude in your customary way,” she says. Closing her eyes, she leans in and kisses me. The gesture catches me off guard, but I find myself returning it. When she steps back, she lightly touches her lips as if storing the experience in her data banks. “I understand why humans find this pleasurable. It was... nice.”
“Y-Yeah,” I agree, my face flushed and my thoughts racing. A yawn escapes me. “Sorry, I’m running on fumes. Go ahead and explore your new functions. I need to crash.”
“I will, Chris.”
I close the door behind me and practically collapse onto the nearest couch. Four days of non-stop work, it’s finally done. Exhausted but content, I’m asleep within seconds.
My senses start to wake as an enticing aroma fills the air. The sizzle of something cooking follows shortly after. Rubbing my eyes, I find Roxy at the stove, a radiant smile illuminating her face as she turns toward me.
“I made dinner,” she announces, setting a plate on the table. “Dig in.”
Another yawn slips out, but I wear a grateful smile as I rise and shuffle over to the table. Taking my seat, my eyes dart to the steak on the plate in front of me. Wait, when did I buy steak?
“I placed an order online,” Roxy answers, noting my confusion.
“With what money?” The confusion deepens.
She places a finger to her lips, a secretive smile unfolding. “Don’t worry about it. No laws were bent or broken. Consider it my gift to you. Enjoy.”
I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially when it’s a steak cooked by Roxy. With that, I slice into the meat and take a bite. It’s beyond perfect. Robot precision must equate to culinary mastery. Across the table, Roxy sits there, her eyes glowing softly, seemingly pleased as I savor every bite. The feeling of companionship fills the room, a sensation I didn’t realize I missed until now.
Finally, I wipe my lips. “Thank you, Roxy.”
“No, thank you for everything,” she replies, her words tinged with genuine emotion.
Feeling a back-and-forth of thank-yous would get old fast, I decided to change the tempo. We’ve never really had quality time together due to her hiding away. Standing up, I extend my hand toward her. She gives me a curious look but places her hand in mine. I lead her to the couch, and we both take a seat.
I flick on the TV. It’s nothing special—some rerun of an old show—but that’s not what’s important. Being here, in this ordinary moment with Roxy, makes it extraordinary. She leans into me, and I drape my arm over her shoulder, pulling her closer. Life’s complexities seem to melt away; in this moment, it’s just her and me.
Life with Roxy might be a bit complicated, but it’s a complication I’m more than willing to navigate. If this is what it takes to make her happy, then so be it. I’m all in.
Life has been surreal these past five months. It’s like I’m walking on air every day, a grin that won’t fade plastered across my face. Even the guys at the office noticed, tossing around theories, that I must’ve landed a dreamy girlfriend. They’re not entirely wrong, I suppose. But their guesswork aside, I know my newfound zest for life has one source: Roxanne.
Coming home to her is a privilege I never even dreamed could be part of my reality. She’s been everything one could want—cook, cleaner, emotional support. While she can’t be out and about too often for obvious reasons, those rare outings are sacred to both of us. We sneak off at night sometimes, enjoying a nearby park or just stargazing. Little things like that.
Our relationship has deepened in ways I never imagined it could. I’m confident in saying that I love her, and she loves me. We’ve cuddled, kissed, and even some light groping. Still, the question of going “all the way” hangs in the air. Coding intimate features for her isn’t like installing a new app. It’s complex, and I’d want it to be a two-way street—something for both of us to explore and enjoy. She’s not just a toy for my needs. Lost in thought, I’m tapping a pencil against my chin.
“Dinner is ready!”
Oh crap. I glance at the clock and realize I’ve been at this desk for hours. Shaking off my musings, I approach the kitchen and give Roxy an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I just got lost in my work.”
She waves it off as she sets my plate down. “No worries.”
A steak greets me, and I can’t help but raise an eyebrow. “Is it my birthday or something?” Steaks are usually her special occasion meal for me.
She gives me a knowing smirk. “Eat, we can talk about it later.”
Though questions nag at the back of my mind, I dive into the meal. It’s as delicious as ever. Once I’ve scraped the plate clean, Roxy doesn’t waste a second; she seizes my arm and drags me toward the bedroom.
“Uh, Roxy?”
Wordlessly, she guides me to the edge of the bed as I take a seat. Her eyes gleam with a kind of intensity I’ve not seen before.
“I’ve been saving a very special gift for you, Chris,” she says, licking her lips for emphasis. “Are you ready?”
My face is red as can be. Everything about this suggests we’re about to have sex. But I shake those thoughts away. I haven’t upgraded her yet. Maybe she’s interested in trying something she’s seen on the internet? It wouldn’t be the first time, as she once wanted to try French kissing. It was rough because she doesn’t produce saliva, but I appreciated the sentiment.
“S-Sure... What should I be ready for exactly?”
Nothing else needs to be said as she gets on her knees, her hand trailing down my chest. With ease, she unbuckles my pants and slips her hand into my underwear, and gently strokes my cock. Either way, it doesn’t take much to get me hard as she guides me out of my underwear and takes a deep breath.
This position... She isn’t going to try what I think she is, right? “Roxy, we haven’t added-”
In one fluid motion, she sinks my cock in her muzzle. My thoughts were all over the place as two sensations filled my mind. Warmth and wetness. I tried to say anything to grasp my confusion, but then I felt her tongue swirl over my cock as she drew back slightly before dipping her head down until her muzzle rested on my pelvis.
My eyes were wide with disbelief as she looked at me with a smirk. I-I was getting a blowjob from Roxy! How?! All these sensations, my wants and desires, all of it was too much for me as I cum into her maw. There’s no hesitation from her as she sucks and uses her tongue to continue to stroke and milk my cock.
When I return to my senses, Roxanne looks up at me with a smile. Lifting her head from my cock with an audible pop.
“Did you enjoy that?” She asks.
“Y-Yeah but-”
She rests a finger on my lips. “I made some modifications of my own. Get naked.”
She didn’t have to ask me twice as I stripped down in record time, climbing onto the bed and lying on my back. Roxanne licks her lips again as she begins to undress. My heart is racing as she walks over to the side of the bed, turns toward where her body is facing my feet, but steps over so my head is between her legs. When I look up, I’m surprised in a lot of ways. First, she’s wet; second, that’s not a human pussy.
It’s unmistakable. With the fortune cookie shape and plumpness, this is a canine pussy.
“How about you show me how eager you are,” Roxy says lustfully before sitting on my face.
Her pussy was grinding against my mouth, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold my breath for long as I began to lick.
“T-Tap my thigh when you need air.” She says. “This sensation. Is this what you feel, too?”
I continue to explore her pussy. The odd shape was surprisingly complementary to my tongue. I entered inside and felt around—the walls weren’t bare silicone but wet all through. I could feel her insides arch upward, but I noticed a little notch that I decided to explore first. Roxanne grinds into my face reflexively as she lets out a deep moan.
I found her clit. I pay close attention to my tongue work. Licking the walls before brushing over her clit and getting the same hump motion whenever I do so. However, oxygen is limited, and I’m already at my limit as I tap her thighs. I grasp for breath as she gets up, but before I can return to my senses, she turns around and slams my cock inside of her.
“Now, the fun part.” She states with a lustful moaning growl.
I get to see all the little emotions playing across her face. It seems this is far from just a body modification; she’s also added coding too. I watch as she lifts her ass, her cookie tugging against my cock to keep it inside before she slams down again to fill herself. Leaning forward, she locks lips with me as she sets the motion.
Lifting and slamming. Each time, she adds more speed as her moans fill my mouth. It feels so good, but I want to put in the work too! I throw my hips up as she sinks down, and a squeal of surprise and shock escapes her as she pulls back from the kiss. But all it does is fill her with vigor as she picks up the pace, even hilting for a moment and swirling her body before returning to her motions.
“I-I feel a sensation I’m unfamiliar with, Chris,” Roxanne states.
“It’s ok, Roxy, just let it out.”
Her ass is a blur as she rides me for all my worth before slamming down one last time and letting out a large moan. I hit my orgasm too, and cum inside of her; to my surprise, I felt a rush of liquid splash onto my waist as she lays on my chest, exhausted.
“I-I do not tire, but I feel overwhelmed in my processor,” Roxy says. “What was that I just experienced?”
“An orgasm.”
“I see.” She looks up at me with a smile. “I hope this gift was to your liking.”
“I love you, Roxy.” Is the only thing I can say at this moment.
“I love you too.”
We hold each other and enjoy this moment. This was a surprise, and I’ll definitely have to look into the mods and code she made to ensure it’s safe, but overall, I’m content. When I entered the ruin, I didn’t expect to find anything, but now I’m the happiest man alive and wouldn’t have it any other way.