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“Socked Up in Fame”

It was incredibly late already; Cameron had come by a few hours before for a birthday celebration with his favorite stars; Montgomery Gator, Foxy the Pirate and Springtrap, but little did he realize exactly how much of them he would have experienced; especially in the ass and practically every orifice shared between all of them. His backside had a perpetual drip and it was sore, but it was so worth the cost of admission to spend some time with them. Springtrap was new to the fray, his greenish-yellow butt already laid out on the floor underneath Monty’s comfortable-looking recliner as the gator dozed half-in and half-our of consciousness; his star-shaped glasses hanging askew from his face as he watched the others. Foxy was seated with his legs in front of him, spread out at the knees so the soles of his socks touched each other directly in front of his thick, flaccid shaft that nestled in his crotch directly behind them. He was taking his time with this buzz; his eyes closed, but he hadn’t fallen asleep yet.

The four of them were dressed only in their socks by this point, and the scent of musk and sex mixing with the sweaty sock odor might have been a smell to drive many with keen senses of smell away from this place; but for the moment, Cameron basked in the scent though and sighed, leaning back on his hands.

“Well... lookie there...” Monty mumbled as he reached down and dragged a finger along the tiger’s meat, which only grew more rigid at the touch. “You really are a tiger, aren’t you? That breeding instinct gives you a quick recharge time.”

“And being a gator your girth just likes to make sure every drop is sealed in, right?”

“Heh heh...” Monty replied almost weakly from exhaustion. “You know it.” He yawned and stretched out his legs, nudging the cat with his extending feet. “We need to do this again sometime...” He leaned back and closed his eyes, his socked foot nestling onto the tiger’s crotch.

There was a light snoring coming from both directions behind him; Foxy and Springtrap had fallen asleep, they didn’t stir however when Monty’s maw dropped open and let out a foghorn of a snore himself.

Cameron was still wired and awake however; if possible, the tipsiness of being drunk had given him an energy boost and he sneakily grabbed the purple and black patterned sock from the gator’s left foot and laid back on the floor, placing it over his face. Cam intended to give it a few quick huffs and let the clingy cotton on his face lull him into a slow, drunken slumber. But the more he smelled Monty’s musk, still clinging to the fabric, the more he felt his cock throb and what was once semi-hard and seemingly worn out from a night of fucking and getting off quickly began to give new life once again. He reached down and touched himself, he could feel the flesh pulse at his touch and he realized it had begun to leak all over. He brought his wet hand from it and brought it to his face, enjoying the sweet scent of sex from his crotch as it penetrated the sock.He could feel every fiber of that clinging cotton as he squeezed it onto his flesh. Each time it clung and let go, Cam huffed and twitched. The tiger dragging his tongue out and along his lips and teeth as he laid back, squeezing every inch of pleasure he could out of the reeking sock. As his head rolled around on the cool hints of linoleum that peeked out through the breaks in Monty’s shag carpeting, Cam could see a few socks each within inches of his head. There was definitely something missing with the other three unconscious around him, but the smell still aroused him. As he reached out, he couldn’t resist the urge to grab one sock from Foxy and from Springtrap, laying them across his body and face respectively. He turned to indulge himself in Foxy’s second sock; this one had a hole in the toe, and it was so cute to watch it twitch and curl at his touch. One hand stroking himself deep into Monty’s sock, while the long black one from the fox and the medium-length white and green sock from Springtrap’s spent time on his belly and chest, rubbing through his escaping leak of fluids and returning them each to his face under his other palm. He moaned softly, feeling the burning desire and the lust billowing up in him as he buried his nose in Foxy’s other socked foot, huffing and groaning as he worked himself, feeling Monty’s sock getting slicker and wetter with his precum. He curled his toes and inhaled sharply, spending several minutes covering himself with the fabric, feeling it rub hard on his stomach and his chest as the twists and tugs on his cock grew more sensitive, making him huff and grunt.

He knew exactly how he wanted to finish; he slowly dragged the soaked sock from his crotch, feeling a fountain of precum suddenly pouring over his flesh, he shuddered, waiting for the sensation to pass, he rolled over and onto his knees, letting the socks fall from his fur. Both Springtrap and Monty’s feet were close together, this was perfect. His hands were still shaking as he took one of each of their single socked feet and placed them together and quickly pushed his flesh in between them. As their toes curled naturally around his cock, Cameron could feel that familiar surge. His mouth opened and he let out a soft gasp as he began to shoot rope after rope of his hot white seed that shot across the socks and up their legs as he squeezed those socks around his cock even tighter.

“Nnnhh! Hahh.. fuckk..” He panted as he bucked into the feet a few more times his face shoving hard into Foxy’s warm socked foot. “Oh man that... was hot...”

Cameron paused and looked at the trio still hard and sound asleep. He breathed slowly out and pulled himself from them. The moment was suddenly exhausting for him, he’d definitely overdone the fun time he was having and as he backed away, he felt his heart pounding. It didn’t take the tiger long to find a place in between the group to finally curl up and close his eyes. This had been the best birthday he’d ever had, and his own heroes helped to make it possible.

The next thing Cameron realized was that the morning had begun to seep in through the windows and into the stage area they had all settled into. The sounds of snoring told him that he was the first one to wake up and he quickly and quietly got back to his feet. He was exhausted, but he knew he should probably head out before this particular trio had any work to do. Sneakily shoving the socks under his arm, Cameron managed to pull his pants on and grab his shirt to leave before anyone stirred. Passing over Foxy, Cam froze as the fox let out a bellowing yawn and stretched his arms out, nearly tripping the tiger, who dropped his sock almost flat into the fox’s face. “Oop.” He whispered as he reached down and snatched it back up. He continued his trek to the semi-open door to the main hall, slipping out with his newfound treasures without any incident. He gleefully looked at the three socks in his arms, still soaked in a myriad of their cum fluids and smelling like sex, sweat and musk, he knew he would never wash them as long as they smelled this good. He giggled to himself as he found a place at the end of the hallway to pull his shoes on over his socked and unsocked feet. As he slipped them on, he made his way through the stage door and out into the dismantled and rundown showroom on the other side. He knew the three of them would wake soon, and even Cam wasn’t sure how they were going to react to their socks missing. So it was probably best to slip out before they discovered it.

As he made it to the front door, he pulled it open and rushed out, only to rush into the large chest of another furry member of the group. Bonnie shrieked as the sheer force of the impact sent him almost hard to the ground. “Yikes!” He shrieked as he staggered and caught himself before falling. “Oh man, Cameron. I am so sorry! I can’t believe I’d run into you like that!”

“I’m the one who should apologize.” Cam said, shaking his head to clear it out some. “I was in a rush and didn’t even see you there.”

Bonnie smiled, the bunny’s cheeks darkening a little in a blush of embarrassment. “Oh don’t worry about it, kid. I thought you might have been staying with Monty and the gang. I tried to go by your house, but your parents said that you were out all day yesterday.”

“Oh...right.” Cam winced. “I should probably go apologize to them.” He said. “Blowing off my family during my birthday was kind of rude of me.”

“You’re headed out then?” Bonnie sounded disappointed.

Cameron’s eyebrows raised. “Ah... yeah I guess. They usually throw me a fancy dinner on the weekend so they’re probably still planning things even if my birthday was yesterday.”

“Oh...so I missed it?” Bonnie’s ears drooped.

Cameron shrugged. “Well, when I was a kid I’d have a whole weekend dedicated to my birthday, my parents keep doing it every year so I guess...technically you aren’t missing it at all.” He smiled comfortingly.

“Great!” Bonnie bounced back into a cheerful mood quickly. “Because I’ve got plans and I wanted to include you in on them! Would you be down for a little breakfast?”

“N-Now?”

Bonnie nodded. “I assume you haven’t eaten after your night of whatever drinking binge Monty had you going through right? Well I’m offering a delicious breakfast! I know just the perfect place to go!”

The late morning light shined down on Bonnie and Cameron as they made their way down the street toward a restaurant that only the rabbit seemed to know about; he wouldn’t let the tiger in on the type of place they were going, but Cam had managed to call his parents and tell them he would be home for his dinner birthday celebration after spending a few hours out. His father seemed less convinced than his mom was, who was brimming with excitement for her son’s big day. He’d been telling Bonnie as much when they approached the corner and were confronted by a familiar looking dark-haired young man approaching from the opposite direction.

“Whoa, whoa! Well, look who it is!”

Bonnie paused and looked at Cameron. “You know Michael?”

“Are you kidding? We’ve been best friends for years! I mean how could I not want to meet him? The man, the myth, the legendary Michael Afton?”

“Okay you’re just rubbing it in.” Michael replied with a rolling of his eyes as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Bonnie I didn’t think this was the mega-fanboy who’d die meeting me. I mean, color me surprised.”

“Well I’m just surprised you know each other already. The way he is always on the rest of us, I’d think he never met you.”

Michael smiled. “Yeah, well. He’s always been pretty subtle around me. I didn’t even know he was a big fan of Monty until he told me a couple weeks back when they first met. Same with Foxy.” He patted the tiger’s head. “Pretty lucky, I’d say.”

“Yeah, well.” Cameron blushed. “So, where’s this place? I’m starving now.”

“It’s right over here.” Bonnie admitted as he grabbed both of their hands and pulled them along, rushing across the high traffic to a small bistro called “The Commoner’s Table”. “This is probably the best breakfast you’re going to ever have, after you try it you’re not going to want it anywhere else.”

***

Wouldn’t you know it, Bonnie couldn’t have been anymore right. As the boys had sat down, they were served a king-sized breakfast of bacon, eggs, croissants and biscuits across their plates. Cam ordered french toast and it was done to perfection. Everything looked and smelled fantastic, and after their third or fourth plates each, the boys simply fell back into their chairs, filled to the brim.

“Oh man I couldn’t eat another bite.” Cameron moaned, clutching his stomach. “I won’t even be hungry tonight, my parents are going to be so disappointed.”

Bonnie let out a rather vigorous belch. “Woof. Oh no we wouldn’t want your parents to be upset, we’re just going to have to give your appetite something to work off, now won’t we?”

Cameron felt his face go warm again. “Wh-what do you--”

“Oh, I don’t see a problem with that one.” Michael said. “I could use a little... workout myself.”

Cameron’s head shot to look at the human at the table, who was wearing a grin and looking at him--he never expected that from him, but judging by his lineage, something deep inside told him that he shouldn’t be surprised. “You... you too?”

“Sure, why not? Unless you’d rather not...?”

Cam’s response was replaced with a grunt as he felt a foot press into his crotch; it wasn’t a shoe either, he could feel the separation of the human toes on Michael’s feet and he was staring directly at him. Less the curiosity of if Michael was into it, Cameron was more curious what kind of socks were shoving against his junk, feeling it grow under the fabric. Curiously, the human squeezed against his flesh again, making his intentions very clear. The tiger grunted and squirmed a little, trying to make it seem like a casual shift, but Bonnie looked him up and down with a knowing glance. “Well then, I think that’s enough breakfast for everyone you guys want to go have some fun?” He asked with a grin.

Neither Michael or Cam argued with the question and they were on their feet quickly. The tiger fighting down the hard bulge as he stood up. He straightened his pants as the server came back and handed the group their check. Not long after, they were headed out of the restaurant into the sunlight. Cam looked at his watch, it was already half-past eleven. Almost lunch time and the streets were already feeling a little more crowded. “So where do you suggest having fun?” Cam asked Bonnie. “I don’t think my place will be any good.”

“I’ve got a roommate, I doubt she’d be up to a little gay orgy going on.” Michael shrugged.

Bonnie stroked his chin and then shrugged. “Why not head back to Monty’s place? He and his band have a gig today, it should be pretty much deserted. And it’s still a nice private place.”

Yet again; less than half an hour later, Cameron was looking at the abandoned-looking building that served as Monty’s home. He tried to feel guilty using this place for his smutty wants, but the lure of sex and the fact Michael was pulling him along didn’t get much of a fight back, and soon they found themselves back inside. The filtered light of the sun coming in through the boarded windows, the breeze escaping into the shelter from the broken windows lining the walls. It seemed different earlier in the day, he hadn’t noticed before, but before he could really stop and pay attention, he was moved forward at a jogging pace into the back rooms where the brightly colored decorations of Monty’s home really shined. It was there that Michael finally grabbed the tiger, thrust him against the wall despite being several inches shorter and kissed him.

Cam’s toes curled in his shoes, his socked feet giving a slight tickle to his toe pads as the human held him against the wall, to the tiger’s surprise though, a pair of long ears had unfurled seemingly from nowhere and now dangled down Michael’s back, wearing down like hair. “What--what is this?”

Michael glanced up at, then back at what Cameron was referencing, noticing his ears. “Oh, that! It’s nothing, just a little side effect of being my father’s son.”

“But those look like Springtrap’s...” Cam’s voice tapered off. “Ohhh.”

“What, like you’re surprised?” He asked as he let his hand slip down the front of the tiger’s pants, making him gasp as the human gripped his cock. “I think I’ll have some fun here.” He said, turning and almost dropping the tiger straight to the ground with a grunt. Already Cam’s pants were half off and the human’s socked feet were pressing against his balls, almost grinding in, but leaving a particularly clingy fabric touch as the interesting horizontal stripes on his feet had an almost-hypnotic effect on him.

From base to tip, Michael’s foot wound its way slowly up the tiger’s underwear, using his toes to outline the shape. Cam felt something vibrate and shift as the foot moved, and he brought his head up, surprised to see that the human toes were shifting and growing within his sock. “I might not be all the way rabbit.” He said. “But I can control what parts can be.” He grinned gleefully as his foot surged in size until they were the size of Springtrap’s feet.

Cam didn’t have much of a chance to react to this, suddenly feeling a set of toes against his head, pulling it down to rest on the floor as Bonnie’s feet poured over the tiger’s face and muzzle, letting the scent seep into his senses. He let out a muffled groan as he reached up and buried his face straight into the flat of Bonnie’s socked foot and he growled almost like an animal as he did it, grabbing Bonnie’s ankle and holding that glorious smell on his face.

“Oh wow, he really is an animal about these.” Bonnie quipped, watching the male’s erection pique and begin to drain drops of precum onto his belly as Michael’s toes helped it to emerge into the open again. Bonnie grinned. “I like it.”

Bonnie’s toes rolled over the tiger’s mouth, who instinctively began to maw at them, his tongue slipping around the rough fabric of his big toe. He inhaled and exhaled slowly as he was assaulted on both fronts by the odorous musk. As he began to lose himself in the moment, he could hear the sound of a distant door closing and as he glanced toward the exit to the backstage, he could see a familiar pair of feet walking toward them with an interesting geometric patterned pair of socks. Looking up slightly he could see that it was Springtrap, dressed in nothing but a jockstrap and those socks that went to the top of his ankles. His bulge seemed bigger than Cameron remembered.

“Oh, hey dad. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Well, I got done with my gig early and thought I’d stop by. I didn’t expect you guys were going to be here though.” He nudged his foot against Cam’s cock, bumping it into Bonnie’s rubbing toes, helping to pull the tiger’s underwear lower as both began to rub the fabric along the full length of his cock now. Cam’s back arched upward on impulse as he gasped and moaned and moved one of his hands to his side where Spring put his toes down and pinned the tiger’s hand down which also fell to his tail and pinned it still. He smirked as he watched his tail twitch. “What was that about... catching tigers by their tails?” He said with a grin.

Cameron’s eyes rolled back as he sank beneath the sock under his nose as it tugged upward making him writhe even more. “F-fuuuckkk.” He moaned.

“Glad you decided to join us.” Bonnie said, wrapping an arm around Springtrap’s waist. “Always good to have more company.”

“Oh this is a cute kid. I love driving him nuts.” He said as he closed his toes around the tiger’s shaft, slowly moving up toward the tip, by this point he had precum pouring over his shaft, his body was shaking from the anticipation. “I think he’ll appreciate this one too. I saw Monty do this last night.” He said as he took a step and turned around, straddling over the tiger’s torso as he crouched down, centering his fluffy yellow backside toward Cam’s face.

Cameron could barely contain himself, while his left hand was still being held down by the bunny’s foot, he was able to move his right hand and grab at Springtrap’s ass, feeling the fur ripple and tighten as it fell toward him. He let the butt smother him slightly and push his head back to the floor. He felt the combination of Springtrap’s clothed balls against his chin, his firm ass squeezing around his face and the touch of Michael’s socked foot on his head, pushing him up into the glutes again and again as he began to lick away, pressing his tongue in deeper and deeper until he could feel the fleshy muscle inside. “Nnnhhh yeah...” Springtrap groaned as he pressed his feet against the sides of Cam’s head and soon enough, Michael finally lifted his big foot and took a step back.

“Well now, it’s my turn isn’t it?” He asked aloud.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Oh something I imagined doing for some time now. I’m sure Cam won’t mind.” He walked around the tiger, who only barely managed to see him over the rise of Springtrap’s ass. He vanished for a moment only to be felt a few moments later with his ass pressing against the tip of the tiger’s cock. “Mmmhhh fuck, this is hot.” Michael panted as he crouched down, pressing his “button” with the tiger’s head. Cam could barely concentrate on what was going on, he just kept feeling Michael’s still-worn socks rubbing against the inside of his shins as the human pressed down on him.

Cameron’s toes curled and he felt the human’s weight drop. He was big for a human, maybe it was the rabbit in him, but the way his body wrapped around his shaft made him moan aloud into Springtrap’s ass. The tiger was already ready to pop, and Michael’s tight ass was amping up his orgasm hard. His hands were shaking, his legs were trembling he was just ready to explode. It didn’t take too long after only a few minutes of feeling Michael’s tight ass slide along his member, the tiger let out a loud huff, and grunted hard. “HNNNNNNHHHHHH!!!” Suddenly letting go of thick, streaming ropes of cum that fired deep into the human. He could feel how thick they were, he could practically smell his sex permeate the air. It was almost as strong, if not stronger than the musk flooding his senses from Springtrap’s ass.

It took a few minutes for a satisfied Michael to finally unclench himself and rise from Cam. Almost at the same time, Bonnie and Springtrap reached down and grabbed Cameron and hoisted him onto Monty’s chair, causing the recliner to jut out and catch the lower of his back. Bonnie held onto him though, and his thick, ebon-colored cock was dripping and dragging the length of the tiger’s thigh. “Oh don’t think you’re over it yet, kitty. We still have to give you your birthday present.” He said with a playful grin before pushing the tip up against the tiger’s ass.

With one swift move, Bonnie pushed himself inward and the precum that had built up was an advantage to the rabbit who slid in without hardly any friction. “Nnnhh yesss...” He hissed, grinding into the heat until his body slapped against Cam’s crotch with a hard vigor, making both of them grunt.

“Oh, fuck yes!” Cameron gasped and gripped the arms of the chair tightly with his fingers. His cock slapped back against his stomach, already getting hard again, despite being thoroughly drained a few moments before. Opening his eyes, he saw Michael and Springtrap on either side of him, their thick, hard cocks near his face.

“Don’t forget to blow out your candles.” Springtrap said teasing.

Michael grinned and added; “And make a wish!”

It had begun again; the familiar bump and grind of Bonnie in his ass as Cameron switched back and forth between Michael and Springtrap, deep throating their offerings again and again and tasting that salty backwash of their precum as it sloshed into his mouth. His tongue wiggled around each of their tips and in turn they stroked his chest and Springtrap would occasionally grab at the tiger’s hidden nipples, thrusting into his mouth as Bonnie rode his ass higher and higher. His legs soon got so high that he had to return to holding onto the chair to keep from bending in half. They continued though, fucking his mouth while Bonnie ravaged his ass, he could hardly keep up. He didn’t know which way was up by the time all three of them crowded around him. Finally, Michael made the decision to lay one of Monty’s socks over Cameron’s newly hardened shaft. He felt the fibers and immediately began to orgasm.

“HUFF! HUFF!” He breathed loudly as he suddenly started to cum, shooting wet strands of white across his chest and face as both Springtrap and Michael began to cum, sending their cum deep into his throat, and silencing those raspy gasps for air he’d been trying to gulp.

“Fuuuuck!” Bonnie grunted as he bucked hard into the tiger’s now-pulsating ass and began to cum as well. Flooding him in a moment and sending a flash flood out and down across Monty’s furniture.

It took several minutes before the four friends finally began to compose themselves, and slowly they all retracted themselves from Cam’s orifices. They were almost shaking from the moment they’d shared and finally Cameron was free to relax his arms and relax his body into the chair. He was still breathing heavily. “Now... now THAT was a birthday dinner.” He panted. “Fuck, thanks you guys. Best birthday ever!”

“You know it.” Springtrap said with a laugh, then paused in thought. “But come to think of it, I’m now stuck on what I’m going to get you next year.”

“Me too.” Bonnie and Michael said at the same time, before laughing.

“Oh, shit! What time is it?!” Cam said as he bolted to his feet and began to search for his watch and clothes.

“Wow. Already quarter to three.” Bonnie said looking at the clock on the wall.

“Oh, shit, shit shit shit, I’ve got to meet my parents at four. I’ve got to go!”

“Awww so soon?” A new gruff voice asked from the hallway. The group turned to see Montgomery entering the area and admiring the mess. “And here I was going to make you pay for ruining my favorite chair.” He said with a wide, toothy grin.

THE END