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“If You Musk..."

“Ohhhh! Fuckkkk! Ahhhh grrrrrr...yeah, keep it up!"

Cameron wasn't sure what was hotter; the begging moans exploding from Monty's mouth as he rode the crock balls deep over and over again, or the smell of his musky, wet socks as he buried his nose deep into the balls of his feet. He wasn't sure exactly how they ended up with a position where Montgomery was laid on his belly across the tiger's bed, his legs bent back far enough for him to drag his saliva-soaked tongue over the coarse, thick fibers of the beast's dark purple socks. But somehow the smell of his spit on them seemed to bring out the distinct odor of musk that now flooded his senses. Monty was moaning, almost screaming into the crook of his elbow, his ass writhing and wriggling; thrusting outward to force Cam to fuck him even harder. He wasn't often the bottom, but when Monty felt the need for a cock in his ass, he was a total power bottom. His ass thumped hard against the tiger's body, his back arching in an attempt to kiss him, but with limited success. Their bodies were sweating, they had been at this for quite some time and Cam's bed had begun to creak as the mattress slung down hard into the springs underneath them. Cam was close, his hands pouring over the gator's sleek, sexy and muscled exterior while his shaft thrust hard into Monty's lava-heated ass. He knew they had hours before Will returned to the apartment; his wolfish roommate would definitely have used this visual against him, but the tiger didn't care. All he wanted at this moment was to fuck the ever-grinding gears out of this gator. His hands trembled as they slid down to Monty's waist, and as if Monty had read his mind, he turned over. Not losing an inch and letting his ass spiral around Cam's cock they didn't even separate as the gator raised his legs, giving the tiger even more of his claw-tipped, socked feet to enjoy.

“OH! Yes!" Monty growled even louder as Cam fucked him. The man's tail and legs tight around the tiger's ass coaxed him closer, helping to thrust him inward again and again. His muscles were drenched in sweat, the sweat accentuated the gator's heavy musk as every ripple of his muscle clapped to the soft thuds given by Cam's furry body. As the two faced one another, Monty wrapped a claw around the back of Cam's head and pulled him in for a deep, dirty kiss. His tongue flooding the tiger's mouth as Cam continued to fuck the gator--hard. This had been a fantasy of his for years now, and now that he was living up to it... “Nnhhh! Right there!" He grunted, suddenly breaking away and hissing through his teeth. “Fuck! God... Nnnnh!"

It was definitely the spot alright; suddenly, Monty's cock had begun to pour heavy amounts of white precum all over his cock and stomach as he hissed and moaned, thrusting his body back and twitching wildly. The excitement only made Cam thrust deeper and began to fuck him faster. Monty draped an arm over his face and howled in pleasure as Cam held on for dear life, getting close to his climax as well. It was this point where the gator began to really force Cameron deeper and deeper with each thrust.

“Whatever you're doing, don't stop...I'm cl-close..."

Cameron shuddered... “Me t-too..." He huffed and watched the gator's cock spasm, and start slapping against his own stomach. “Ffffuck..." He grunted, grabbing ahold of Monty's hips in an attempt to keep from climaxing. He growled, his chest puffed out and he exhaled sharply through his nose, but nothing was helping; the gator's ass was tight around his cock; warm, wet, inviting. Monty grabbed at the bed under him, his face pointing straight back behind him as he too was reaching his limit, his claws began to scratch and tear at the sheets under him.

Both of them came at the same time, with Monty violently jolting his hips as if trying to get some distance; that he did, sending an arc of cum shooting thick and heavy over his head and against the headboard of the bed. One pulse, two pulses, three as the waves shot closer and closer, soaking his face, then his chest and then his stomach while the tiger roared and thrust his face downward, taking in the gator's musky sex even over the wet coating of Monty's socks as he came hard and deep into his ass before finally trembling and almost collapsing on his muscular frame. Both of them were practically shaking, Monty was slick to the touch and Cam could almost feel himself sliding off the man's stomach as they laid there for several minutes. “I don't remember ever cumming that hard before..." He panted.

Monty was practically still as a rock on the bed, his hands clinging to the mattress like some sort of lifeline, he was breathing heavily and looked at the tiger. “M-me... neither... what the fuck is wrong with me?"

Cameron looked at the clock and realized it was past nine. He sat up and fluffed his mane of hair. “Fuck I need to get home." He said in frustration. “My mom's going to kick my ass already, I'm like two hours past my curfew."

“Curfew?" Monty asked as he followed Cameron across the room and next door where the tiger climbed into the shower. “Your parents still give you a curfew? You're over eighteen...right?" He asked after a pause.

“Of course I am." Cam replied from behind the shower curtain. “But I promised I'd watch my kid brother this week since they're headed out of town, so I've got to get over there."

Cam was showered and dressed five minutes later. Monty watching the tiger's ass as it vanished into his typical pair of jeans, and as he pulled his shirt over his head he noticed the gator looking at him. “Look, you stay here as long as you like. Will's not supposed to be home until tomorrow and I'll be back in a few days. Just...don't stay too long, I think he's a little scared of you."

“Scared?" Monty grinned with a shining set of pearly white sharp croc teeth. “Of me? Why do you think that?"

A chuckle of amusement escaped Cam's lips and he winked. “Who knows." He said as he headed to the apartment door and opened it. “You head out though, you mind locking up?"

“'Course!"

“Alright. See you later." He said as he stepped outside, just as he was closing his door he felt his phone buzz and took a look at it, his mom had just texted him:

“Sweetie, hate to do this to you, but our plans fell through, we won't be headed out of town this weekend. So sorry if you cancelled any plans."

Cameron rolled his eyes and sighed before texting back. “Its ok, let me know if you need me still." Cam still found himself walking down the stairs, absently typing out his text before realizing he'd walked all the way to the bottom flight. Realizing he may need to head right back home, he turned to go back up when another buzz came in. This time from another number:

“AYO! Cam! It's Foxy, listen, I'm having a small get-together tonight with Bonnie and thought you might want to join. We'll be at Fazbear's. And don't worry, the big bear is out for the night." The comment was followed by three devil horns.

For a moment, Cameron considered not heading out, and just going back to his place. But the temptation to hang out with them was far too tempting and with a smirk, he replied back: “I'll be there." before putting his phone away. He looked back toward the apartments, wondering if Monty would be alright by himself; but didn't think much of it as he headed toward the parking garage anyway. Little did he realize though that he missed Will by mere moments as he returned home early from his job and was already making his way up to the apartment.

Will slid his key into the lock and turned it rather easily, stepping into the apartment's dimly lit interior. He heard music playing from the direction of Cam's room and didn't think much on it. “Yo, Cam. What's with the sappy jazz? I thought you were more a classic rock dude." He said aloud as he opened the fridge and pulled out a jar of milk. He poured it into a glass and took a swig. “Sorry I'm early man, but work went by super-fucking-fast last night and I was able to knock off a couple hours early. I hope you're not in some awkward situation back here..." He laughed lightly as he approached Cam's partially closed door. The wolf brushed the bangs of his hair back out of his face as he looked inside. “Hey, Cam. You alright in here?" His eyes immediately spotted something large...and green just past the illumination being cast from the hallway, a slight snore that sounded like a saw mill told him he wasn't staring at Cameron's naked ass, still dripping with a cold white residue. He recoiled in shock, but not disgust as the jockstrap-clad ass moved and Monty's face made an appearance over his shoulder.

“Oh. Hey." Monty grunted sleepily. “Wasn't expecting you back for a few hours..."

“Y-yeah..." Will replied staring at Monty's wide ass. “What--what are you doing in here Monty?"

Monty lifted his star-shaped sunglasses with a finger and peered at the obviously pressured bulge in Will's pants, his cock straining hard against the fabric to try and get out. The gator smirked and clicked his tongue to his teeth. “Well, well. I guess you weren't expecting me here either."

“That's...why I asked why you were here."

“Don't worry, I'll be out of here soon." Monty replied with a sigh of frustration. He stretched, and in the dim lighting the reflection of his wet ass was clearly visible to the wolf, who did his best to cover his crotch. Catching the gator's eye, he smirked and then dragged his tongue along his teeth. “Y'know...I can help you with that." He said, his indulgent tail slowly gliding along Will's crotch, making him wince visibly.

“Ah--n-no thanks. I'm good."

Montgomery moved to get up, his massive size more obvious as his naked body loomed over the wolf, his clawed hand firmly groping at Will's crotch. “You sure? Because it looks like you could use a little release, and this smell..." He huffed and sniffed the wolf's neck. “Mmmm this smell's giving me a hell of a recharge."

Monty said nothing else, he placed his palm into the center of the wolf's chest and pushed him back following as they moved into the adjoining bedroom and with a firm shove, he pushed Will all the way back onto his bed. First the sound of his shoes hitting the door echoed through the apartment, then after freeing his pants from that stubborn erection, the sound of Will's pants flumping onto the floor beside them sounded off...

***

Cameron parked in the garage adjacent to Freddie's Pizzaria; unlike Monty's building, this place looked particularly popular tonight and he headed toward the door. They opened automatically as he approached and the blaring noise of the pizza parlor made itself known to him. At first, it was a little overwhelming, but after remembering the fun times he'd had at Freddie's when he was a kid, he quickly grew used to the chaos. As he made his way across the room, he spotted Bonnie and Foxy both playing to their heart's content for the party. Freddy wasn't there, nor was Chica, and Cam could only ponder if they were undergoing some sort of maintenance. As he approached the stage, Foxy passed him a subtle wink and as the song ended, he returned to the microphone.

“YARRR! Alright kiddos! We be back soon as possible, Bonnie and meself are gonna take a short break, then we'll move onto the grand finale!" The children in the audience broke out in a collection of “awws" and other disappointed sounds. “Avast! Don't be disappointed! We'll be back tomorrow, maybe Freddie and Chica will be back by then! Don't forget to remind your parents!"

The music in the background cut to a pre-recorded track that played through the speakers, and Foxy and Bonnie both hopped down from the stage. “Hey there Cameron!" Bonnie giggled. “It's good to see you! Glad you could make it!"

The tiger smiled. “Me too. I was surprised to get your message, I'd get a pizza if I had time."

“Oh don't worry, our party'll have pizza and probably better 'prizes' than you'd probably find from here." Foxy chuckled. “Yarr."

The sound effect made Cam laugh. “If you say so." He said. “Where are Freddie and Chica? Did they join Springtrap in his..."sabbatical"?" He asked, throwing up quotation marks.

“Nah, they're just taking some downtime tonight. Tomorrow they're taking over for us, and then Friday we'll perform together again."

“Yeah. And...for a sabbatical, you'd think Spring would lay off working." Bonnie commented. “He and Michael have been doing some light construction work at night, but they can talk to you about it when we get out of here."

“We're meeting them?"

Foxy glared at Bonnie and shrugged. “Well, it was supposed to be a surprise. But now that you know, yah...I think a little fun and relaxing could be had by all. We're meeting at my place in an hour. So just y'know...make yourself comfortable while we finish up and we'll head right over." He grinned.

It took a little longer than an hour; but Cameron made his time worth it, refamiliarizing himself with games like skee ball and a few arcade games he'd not played in years. Competing with children wasn't exactly his favorite pastime, but giving his prize tickets to kids sitting at tables felt good. And before he knew it, the place had emptied out and the night crew were already setting up tables for the next day, security was already getting involved in the overnight monitoring, and Cam found himself being joined by Bonnie and Foxy at the exit before long. They stepped out into the cool night air, and the entire environment surrounding Fazbear's had completely changed to that of a desolate, quiet night street. They were only three blocks from where Foxy stayed. The walk there was somewhat quiet, but as they approached, the familiar shapes of Springtrap and Michael approached them.

“Well it's about time you guys showed." Michael said, crossing his arms and shaking his head. “I was just telling the old man that it didn't look like you were gonna come."

“I always come." Foxy replied matter-of-factly. “And Cam's never let us down yet."

“Don't get started with me." Cameron replied, blushing as he slipped his hands into his pocket before using one to adjust his glasses. He glanced at Michael, who grinned in return. “I'm--just hungry that's all."

“Well we can always go pick up some food at the diner we all met at the one day." Michael suggested.

“Are they still open?"

The human-shaped man nodded. “Sure. Why don't we let Bonnie and Foxy and my dad head to their place and we get some dinner for the lot of us?"

“Excellent idea. I'm starving." Springtrap said, clapping his hands together excitedly."

As Michael and Cam walked side by side through the darkening street, they happened to glance down and see the diner at the corner, some movement inside told them that they were expected, Cameron had called ahead to order for them but as they approached the door, the waiter inside opened it up to speak to them. “Hey guys. Sorry, we're not done yet, give us about five minutes and we'll have it out to you."

“Oh, sure. Okay." Cameron said as he disappeared back into the diner. He gestured toward the table outside before lowering a chair for himself. “Well, while we're waiting..."

Michael took the chair from the other side and both seated themselves across the table from each other. There was a pregnant pause as they waited before Michael spoke up. “Oh, right. We met here once before, didn't we?"

“Yeah. I forgot all about that." Cam said with a light bit of laughter. “You know it's funny, Monty kind of likes this place. I never took him for someone who liked quaint little--" He paused suddenly and looked at Michael; that coy, almost evil grin on his face told him that there was no accident as he felt the man's un-shoed foot pressed hard into the crotch of his pants.

His toes curled in his shoes as he felt Michael's foot curl hard against his bulge, his toes gripping around each side of it. For a moment, Cameron couldn't tell if Michael was barefoot; but a cursory run of his thumb against it told him that yes, Michael had a sock and for some reason his pinkie toe had slipped through a hole on the side of it. Cam immediately got hard under his pants as he glanced around, almost nervous at the possibility of being caught. If he hadn't had a layer of fur, he would be sweating. He blushed at Michael's bold move as the human pressed his foot even harder against it.

“Eager, aren't we?" Michael said, his toes gripping as much as they could around it. He expertly began to tug at Cameron's pants, pushing his heel against the bulge, the flesh squirming, throbbing against the touch. Cam couldn't resist, the tiger reached down, his fingers sliding down and covering the flesh of Michael's foot before shifting his hands even lower, opening his jeans, feeling the human's foot rubbing against his bare flesh and watching him react. “Oh...my. Yeah you are...!" He said as his toes flexed around the flesh more freely now.

Cam gasped a bit and closed his eyes, sighing softly as he felt the man's toes. He leaned back and kicked off his own shoe, making sure it was on the other foot and he reached it up, resting it against the man's crotch on the opposite side. He was definitely ready to go himself, his cock was already exposed and dripping all over the tiger's toes. He moaned softly and leaned back a little bit as well as Cam sought revenge, dragging his toes along that flexible flesh and almost instantly he felt the wet sticky fluid and used it to rub into the flesh. Devilishly; Michael began to do the same thing, both rubbing foot to flesh underneath the outdoor table. In full view of the street and barely hidden to those in the restaurant. This went on for some time, each one of them getting close, but never quite being driven far enough over the edge.

Suddenly, the sound of the door to the diner opening made Cam freeze. Coyly, the human kept on going as the large plastic bag was set on the table; their under-table play was being blocked by a large table cloth, but Cam couldn't push the blushing away from his face fast enough.

“Okay let's see that's one-eleven fifty-six. Looks like that's on Foxy's card...and you're all settled. You guys have a good night."

“You too." Michael replied, his head cleared now that Cam's toes weren't trying to distract him. As the man walked back inside, Michael turned to Cameron and grinned his toes tightly wrapped around the throbbing flesh as he suddenly released his grasp on it and unleashed the pressure underneath.

Cameron gyrated madly for a few seconds, feeling the geyser of cum suddenly erupt from himself. He grasped the table and grunted, his entire body shaking for a few seconds as Michael pulled his foot away. “Oh...I think we'll have a good night alright. You kinky little tiger." He said with a laugh.

It was nearly twenty minutes before the two of them got back to Foxy's place; the dirtied apartment building with about five hundred cracked, worn and faded bricks was so much nicer on the inside; once you looked past the flickering light in the main lobby and began to slog yourself up the stairs to the apartment on the sixth floor. The elevator was broken; a disabled sign so old now that it was slanted off to one side and two strips of police tape set up to emphasize this on each floor. Though the signs stopped after the second.

“So, what happened to the elevator?" Cam asked as he looked at the doors for the fourth, then the fifth times as they journeyed upward.

Michael shrugged. “Dunno, it's been like that since even before I started coming here. I think it's been here even before dad started showing up. I guess we've just gotten used to it."

Six-Eleven-A was the door they finally stopped at and Michael knocked on the door. “Housekeeping!" He said in a high pitched, exaggerated voice. Only a few seconds later, Springtrap answered the door, dressed in only a pair of neon green boxer briefs and socks and looked at his son with a wary eye.

“What's the password?" He asked. To which Michael showed him the large plastic bag of food cartons, and his expression turned to a smile. “Oh say no more come on in." He laughed as he opened the door.

“You didn't hesitate one moment, did you?"

Springtrap placed an arm around Cam's shoulder and helped guide him in. “Oh only for a second, I wasn't sure if you'd appreciate me opening the door and sticking my cock in your face though."

“Oh he'd be into that, you know it."

“Sh-shut up..." Cameron replied with a thick blush of embarrassment.

“Well, why don't you boys just strip down and get more comfortable?" Springtrap said as he slowly dragged his fingers down the tiger's shirt, unfastening the buttons as he effortlessly glided his tip down Cam's chest. It was as they got to the main living room that the tiger noticed all of them were pretty much undressed; Springtrap in his neon green underwear and ankle-high black socks, Foxy in his black jockstrap and black and white striped knee-high socks. Bonnie had a pair of tighty-whities; briefs that left absolutely nothing to the imagination and a white pair of socks; almost too basic for this group. Lastly was the human; Michael had removed his pants but left his shirt on. His underwear were a lowrise brief, red in color and not much bigger than Cam's as he began to strip off his pants. Immediately, Foxy was in on it, his nose pressing into the bulge of Cameron's underwear. His were blue and had strings on the sides that barely clung to his hips. He was still embarrassed, and as he settled back, he was almost eagerly pushed to the floor under Michael, who had seated himself in a large arm chair and immediately his feet fell over the tiger's face.

Cameron shuddered as he smelled the human musk and pushed the kinky looking red and black zig-zag striped socks into his snout. He exhaled and opened his mouth, dragging his tongue along the fabric as he felt a pressure push down on his crotch. It was Springtrap, who was pushing his socked foot down on Cam's bulge. His underwear was still soaked from his earlier fun with Michael, and there was a bit of a sticky drag as Spring tugged at the fabric of his briefs. His left sock had a rather large hole near the toe of it and the hole kept on teasing the head of his cock; letting it slip partly in, then fall out as though it were somebody's ass--or mouth. The sensation made him flinch, but he couldn't say anything with a face full of socks from the other end. He glanced at both Foxy and Bonnie, who were staring at this spectacle; their cocks out and dripping as they stroked them in enjoyment.

Springtrap's foot had pulled down to the base of Cam's balls, giving them a slight nudge. It was enough to make him gasp and take in more of the musky stink from Michael's sock and Michael took advantage of this, pressing the fabric deeper into the tiger's mouth and even pushing down his tongue as the scent radiated through his sinuses. The moan he let out was even more muffled as he lay there at full attention. One of Michael's feet practically heel-deep in his mouth as the other rested against his face, holding it in position as Springtrap was using his other foot to tug down at the tiger's underwear, exposing his flesh to the cool air flowing through the room. He grabbed at Michael's ankles, trying to hold onto some control, but ultimately failing as he gave in and began to lick and suckle at both feet as they pressed onward into his mouth. Springtrap spread his toes apart, making the hole in his sock more accessible, and began to slip it over the tiger's tip. The rigidness of his flesh vibrating as it sank into the warm, sweaty interior of it. Springtrap's toes wrestled with the flesh as it moved back and forth. The tautness of the fibers felt like a finger trap tightly wound around his cock and the pure sensation of it made Cam's entire body jerk wildly. Eventually, Michael moved his socks from Cam's face as he lewdly settled over him, he lowered his body to send the pouch of his underwear to replace them. Suddenly feeling the swelling human's sack push over his face and fill his senses with a more robust musk, Cam moaned and dragged his tongue along it. Finding the flesh that seeped its way through the underwear's fabric and soaking it with his saliva. His senses were on overload and he really couldn't help himself.

“AHH! MMMPHHH!" Cameron came loudly, spilling shot after shot of his cum into Springtrap's sock and hearing the rabbit grunt in pleasured response as his sock filled immediately with pulse after pulse of the hot fluid.

Springtrap and Michael exchanged a glance and a grin as they then grabbed the tiger and flipped him onto his stomach. Spring lifted Cam onto his knees and rubbed his wet precum soaked underwear against the tiger's ass while Michael lowered the band of his underwear to let his own cock flop free. Cameron wrapped his lips around it and dragged it into his mouth, not stopping until his chin reached the still-covered impression of the man's balls. His tail swayed eagerly and Springtrap growled a little, using his thumb to release his own cock and push it against the tiger's tail. As it sank in with a palpable pop, Cameron grunted and hungrily rammed his ass back against it, feeling the rabbit's balls slap against his ass. Springtrap then grabbed Cam's hips and thrust harder, holding himself all the way in, right to the hilt with a grunt of lust. Their bodies slapping together in an echoing plopping sound. His thrusts in turn caused Cameron to lunge forward and his throat became home for the human cock in his mouth as the pair accordioned him in between them. In a few glances, Cameron's eyes returned to the two onlookers, he watched as Bonnie and Foxy had already begun stroking each other off, precum was glistening on their cocks already and he knew already that he wanted to play with them as well. The forceful lunge from behind however snapped him back into reality and he groaned as he swallowed Michael's shaft again and again, tasting wet spits of musky precum as they shot down his throat at almost every deep thrust.

His mouth was salivating, his lips quivering over the warm, firm flesh in his mouth. All this action, all the musk, every single pulse of sex that signaled in his sinuses were enough to get him hard again. Tigers were known for many things, including an incredibly hyper sex drive, it wasn't long until long drips of precum were streaming from his cock, painting the floor under him as Springtrap and Michael had their way with him.

Michael came first; after several minutes, he couldn't help but grab hard at Cam's head before unleashing a mad torrent of cum that immediately flooded his gullet faster than he could swallow. Cam did his best, but the tiger's trembling mouth began to cascade the floods of cum down his chin and neck, and even onto the floor under them. The response prompted a rather generous thrust from Springtrap, who let out a cry of his own and also began to fill Cam's ass with pulse after pulse of hot liquid, which immediately began to spill uncontrollably out of his ass as well. Cam's entire body was shaking now, the pair lost in the throes of passion nearly lost control of the tiger and he nearly fell to the floor, but both reaffirmed their grasp on him. Finally settling down as their waves of ecstasy finally began to subside.

As the pair released Cameron, he fell to the ground and rolled over onto his back, his still-throbbing cock pointing toward the ceiling now as he looked at the solitary fan above; blades spinning slowly, meticulously as he was briefly cooled by it. The familiar shapes of Foxy and Bonnie's heads now appearing over him as he laid there in a daze, he almost didn't realize they were on him until he felt Bonnie's large feet grinding a sock into his balls and dragging it up along his shaft, pressing his flesh firmly against his stomach. “Well, looks like he isn't done yet." Bonnie said.

“Yarr. Let's take advantage of this one." Foxy said with a laugh before holding his own foot over the tiger's face.

Cameron grabbed Foxy by the ankle and pulled his foot down over his face, he inhaled sharply and moaned as the fox's toes tightened around his face. He felt as Bonnie's feet ascended up his shaft, rolling the warm sock over his length and rubbing it back and forth. Each time, Cam flinched at the fabric rubbing over his flesh and he inhaled the fox's sock's scent before dragging his tongue over it to increase the musky odor. This was an overload of sensations, Cam's muscles flexed under his fur as he jolted and indulged himself in the sweet scents overwhelming him. He moaned again as Bonnie's heel pushed firmly against him, the warm fibers clinging to his flesh now from bottom to top as they played with him. Springtrap and Michael were off to the side--somewhere, Cam couldn't see them, but he knew they were still there. Right now though, he was lost in a paradise of smells and he wanted more.

Eventually, Bonnie's foot released his shaft and it flung back to its original position again, he could feel a flow of precum drooling down his cock and Foxy moved toward it. He turned and faced the tiger, eventually crouching and settling his balls and cock and the stretched fabric of his underwear on Cam's stomach as he straddled the tiger's abdomen.

“Mmm someone's lookin' about ready to blast off again. Why not show me your 'cannon'?" He remarked in an exaggerated pirate's voice, his ass dragging along the tiger's shaft before he settled himself on it.

Foxy didn't even wait for a reply as the fleshy muscles stretched over the tiger's rigid flesh and pushed down on it. Cam's body went completely stiff for a moment; surprised at the fox's sudden move. He never really expected this, several months ago he never would have thought he'd be in orgies with his heroes...it sort of made him nervous. But as Foxy's hand and his hook rested on the tiger's chest, that look of lust washing over his face, Cam reached down and grabbed him by the waist and began to drive himself deeper and deeper. Foxy leaned back, his eyes rolling back as he sank completely on the tiger cock and he began to ride him. His tongue lapping out over his lips as he put his weight on one hand and slowly began to sink and rise against Cam's thrusts. The warmth, the heat, the tightness of his ass muscles clenching at his cock made Cameron tremble somewhat. He was so close already, it wouldn't take much to--

Cam felt a pair of hands grab at his ankles and slide him closer as Bonnie lifted the tiger's feet and slipped in behind Foxy who seemed a little surprised himself.

Bonnie pressed his cock against Cameron's ass and Cam hiked his knees even higher. They were almost in Foxy's pits and the fox used them as leverage to thrust down against the tiger cock. This was such a tight, awkward position but as Bonnie leaned in and lifted Cam's ass higher, Foxy leaned over on top of him even further until he too was resting his arms on the floor. His elbows on either side of Cam's head as the fox couldn't help but kiss him. Their tongues tangling, Cam's moans were muffled by the fox's tongue as Bonnie plunged his cock into the tiger deep and hard. Their bodies quivering together as they rolled into a big, fleshy ball.

Cameron could hardly breathe, but indulged in the kiss for several moments. He felt the fox's precum pouring thick over his stomach as he continued to be fucked by the tiger, pushed harder by the rabbit fucking him as well. Incredible; it felt incredible, Bonnie was striking Cam's prostate, sending him closer and closer to the edge with every thrust. The smell of musk and sex was concentrated now, he could feel his mind going blank as he and Foxy continued to kiss. Eventually though, Foxy released the tiger's lips and he let out a howl of pleasure as he finally climaxed, sending cum in waves all the way up the tiger's chest as his entire body convulsed in pleasure. This was enough to set Cam off, who suddenly jerked and let out a cry, cumming 'hard' into the fox's ass. And the chain reaction continued as Bonnie shuddered and gasped, cumming as well, sending volley after volley of his own cum deep into the tiger. This was such a hard position to maintain, Cam was shocked how hard he'd cum. Cascades of seed poured over all three of them as their bodies wound and ground together in a lasting, heavy moan of pleasure.

Eventually, Bonnie managed to find the strength to release Cam from this position and Cam's legs immediately snapped outright again. Foxy collapsed onto his stomach and he hugged him briefly before the two of them finally got back to their feet.

“Holy...fuck..." Cam said after a few minutes. “That was hot."

“I'd suggest us taking a shower together, but I don't think there's a bathroom big enough." Springtrap said, wiping a second coating of semen off his crotch with his underwear.

“Well...we could always sneak back to Freddie's." Foxy suggested. “I mean there is a large communal shower in the back for after-show cleanup."

“Isn't there a night security detail there?"

“Uh...not for a while." Bonnie said. “For some reason they kept quitting, often running screaming out of the place after a few nights on watch. I don't think Freddie's found anyone to replace the last company yet."

“It's a good idea." Michael said. “Just sneak over there under the cover of dark and get cleaned up."

Springtrap laughed and grabbed his son by the back of the neck. “Who knows? Maybe we can get a little dirty while we're there, eh?"

“I'll give Freddie a call, maybe he knows the security code to get in."

Cam nodded at Foxie. “And I'll call Monty. Maybe he'll want to join in...you know... just in case." He said with a not-so-innocent smile.

As the five of them started for the door, Springtrap grunted as the squish in his socks could be heard. “You know, maybe they've got some washers for clothes too, I hate it when I get spunk in my socks."

All of them laughed before heading out into the night together...

THE END