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As a bonus, the hours where very manageable and during the night hours she'd usually be awake scratching her coochie wich she might still be able to do whilst on the job as a nightguard!\n\nA smirk formed on her black lips in sharp contrast to her snowwhite fur; she was a Fox and a hermaphrodite at that, yet unlike the typical male genitalia, she sported a hybrid horsecock.\n\nIt was about time for her to head out so she adjusted her uniform, applied a last bit of makeup despite no one really being there to notice once she'd start her shift but still she did it anyway, as part of a habit.\n\nThe place wasn't far off, it was a complex where they assambled all sorts of mechanical items for the Fazzbear entertainment branches and did checkups and tests on faulty machinery. Rumour has it this is also where they stored all decommissioned animatronics so she'd be able to catch a look at them as well. She had always adored the way they looked and quite often found herself aroused at the thought of riding their cocks or rumping their hindquarters.\n\nTo her, they weren't lifeless husks of metal but beautifully sculpted masterpieces of erotica.\n\nHer heels clicked on the pavement as she aproached the facility, it had a dim neon sign blinking in and out of recognition high up on the side of the building, for a place that was fixing things they sure didn't bother with their electrical bits. The building itself wasn't in much better condition with peeling paint and a rusty metal exteriour behind it. Still her tail flicked eagerly from excitement.\n\nThe building exhaled a waft of oil and aged electronics as she opened the door, the entrance was relatively neat despite clearly not seeing much use just like the reception with a few cobwebs and a digital clock only showing half the time. Her shift would be starting in a few minutes and would only take 6 hours for a pay at least 5x that amount an hour! Clearly there must be something of vallue that they are willing to pay that much for a nightguard.\n\nShe walked around the reception and placed her paw on the handle but a soft creak from a door further down the hall caught her attention. A chill ran down her spine causing her fur to stand upright, there was a draft and she wondered if there was an open window that could be a security hazard.. maybe it was part of a test so she decided to investigate.\n\nShe pushed the door open wich gave a protestfull creak from its hinges. A thin sliver of light iluminated the small storage closet with an anamatronic slumped against the wall.. Ratsanne the Mischievous..\n\nRatsanne was one of the animatronics decommisioned a few years back, her sleek rat like frame half dismantled. Why it was left in this closet was beyond her but taking another glance at the window there was no point for her to linger here much longer as it had no way to open. Strange considering the draft but perhaps she'd been imagining things.\n\nNiery’s ears twitched as she stepped back from the closet, the draft still prickling her fur. She shut the door firmly with a reassuring click of the latch echoing down the dim hallway. A dim light cast long shadows as she moved past the cafeteria, the scent of some reheated food and motor oil clinging to the air. Her heels tapped a steady rhythm, but beneath it, she swore she heard a skitter like metal claws on tiles following her pace. She was informed that most of the light and other electrical appliances wouldn't work during the night hours to save on costs, but there should be a flashlight in her office.\n\nWithout anything odd behind her she moved on towards the hall with a door leading to the CCTV room. The hall was lined with dented lockers and a bulletin board plastered with outdated memos. One sheet fluttered loose, revealing a scrawled warning: \"They get playful after midnight.\"\n\nHer tail bristled, but she smirked. Playful how? Ahead, the security loomed slightly ajar, the monitor screens inside glowing faintly blue. She made her way over accompanied by a low hum that buzzed from the vents.. or was it a purr? She turned around and headed for the cafeteria, she was told snacks and a drink where free and she could use something to stay awake or at least stay hydrated, she hadn't slep too well from her earlier excitement and had been waiting all day for her shift to start.\n\nThe cafeteria’s fluorescent lights buzzed alive overhead, triggered by a motion sensor, one flickering erratically as Niery stepped inside. The scent of stale coffee and grease clung to the air, mingling with the metallic tang of oil from a half-dismantled fryer. She noticed an open candybar wrapper with a half eaten bar still inside and sighed, typical.\n\nShe approached the snack automate wich was not functioning but the door was unlocked so it worked like a makeshift unrefrigerated refrigerator..her ears swiveling at a sound she couldn't quite make out. A draft curled around her ankles, carrying a whisper of synthetic fur and something warmer—like heated hydraulics.\n\nBehind the counter to her left a tray of donuts sat untouched, one conspicuously missing a bite. Niery’s tail twitched. Odd, just have had a birthday party. She reached for a soda can, but the moment her fingers brushed the tab, a muffled giggle echoed from the vents.\n\nHer hybrid cock stirred against her uniform slacks as she inhaled sharply, wether it was someone not supposed to be here or something else. The hunt excited her. Suddenly, the flickering light died entirely, plunging the far corner into shadow—where a pair of reflective eyes blinked back at her, then vanished with a skitter of claws on metal.\n\nThe soda can slipped from Niery’s grip, clattering against the tile as she spun toward the shadowed corner. The reflective eyes were gone, but the skittering morphed into a soft and rhythmic tap.. t-t-tap-tap. A metal thumping against metal. Her cock twitched, her knot surging with blood, straining against her slacks as she took a step forward.\n\n“Someone’s eager,” a voice purred from somewhere down the hall, Artificial.. with an undertone of humanity. The amusement in it was clear.\n\nNiery’s ears flicked upward. A draft struck her on the muzzle carrying the scent of ozone and warm silicone. A giggle echoed, closer this time, and the flickering light caught the gleam of a sleek figure behind the snack machine.\n\nNiery shivered, her tail puffing as a hydraulic whine hummed through the room. Something smooth and cool traced the curve of her hip but the moment she turned it had vanished. The night had just begun..\n\nThe rhythmic tapping shifted into a faster pase, much closer now, syncopated, like claws drumming against the edge of the counter on the rhythm of a song. Niery’s breath hitched as another draft curled around her thighs, carrying that same synthetic warmth. A light in the hall flickered and within the flashes on the door she noticed a sleek, vulpine muzzle peeking from behind the door, a tail tipped with polished metal flicking just out of reach.\n\n“Shy, aren’t you?” Niery murmured, her own tail arching high. She took a step forward, her slacks straining as her cock twitched again, stirring within its confinement. The giggle that answered was low, vibrating through the floor vents, and something smooth grazed the back of her knee like a silent promise of their intent.\n\nThe soda can rolled toward the shadowed corner, stopping abruptly as if caught by an unseen paw. A hum, deep and mechanical, pulsed through the room, and Niery’s ears swivelled toward the vents where the sound thickened into something like a purr.\n\n“Come out,” she challenged, her voice steadier than her pulse. The light died once more, and in the sudden dark, she felt it—a breath against her neck, ozone and oil, before the presence withdrew with a playful huff. The hunt was on but she wasn't the hunter..\n\nNiery’s lips curled into a smirk as the presence retreated back into the shadows as the light sniffed out. The hum of hydraulics pulsed around her, vibrating through the floor like a predator’s heartbeat as if the very building was alive. A metallic click echoed from the vents above, followed by the whisper of something slinking just out of sight.\n\n“I see, so that’s how you want to play…” she murmured, her tail flicking with amusement. “Count to 30 and come find me~”\n\nThe moment the words left her muzzle, the cafeteria lights died entirely, plunging her into darkness. A cool, clawed finger traced the length of her spine before vanishing again, accompanied by a husky, synthesized chuckle. The vents rattled as something or someone moved through them with unnatural grace.\n\nTap....Tap...\n\nThe sound came from the hallway. Niery’s ears swiveled toward it, her cock throbbing as she took a step forward. The scent of warm silicone grew stronger, mingling with the faintest hint of motor oil. A shadow darted past the doorway, sleek and vulpine, its metal-tipped tail brushing the frame teasingly before disappearing.\n\n“Five…” a voice purred from the darkness, the countdown reverberating through the walls as if the building itself was speaking.\n\nNiery’s breath hitched. Now the hunt had truely started, she ran, unsure where too, unsure if she should just let herself be found.. but where was the fun in that?\n\nShe left the cafeteria followed by the pased tap-tap of claws, synchronized with her steps.. sometimes close, sometimes far, as if her pursuer was toying with distance. A hydraulic hiss slithered from the ceiling vents, and a warm, ozone-scented breath gusted over the back of her neck. She whipped around, but only the flicker of a metal tail vanished around a corner.\n\nHer cock ached, her knot swollen tight against fabric as she pressed against a supply closet door. The handle turned far too easily.. unlocked. Was it a mistake, a trap? Before she could decide, a smooth, clawed hand clamped over her muzzle from behind, synthetic fur brushing her spine. \"Twenty..,\" the voice hummed, vibrating through her body. The animatronic’s other hand slid down her stomach, pausing just above her straining slacks. \"Running only makes me more fiesty\".\n\nThe clawed hand over Niery’s muzzle didn’t tighten.. it pulsed, the synthetic pads along its fingers vibrating in a slow, rhythmic hum that traveled straight to her jaw along with the counting taps. She shuddered, her cock twitching as the animatronic’s other hand dipped lower, tracing the outline of her trapped length through the fabric with a precision that felt almost surgical.\n\n\"Twenty-two,\" it purred, the voice dripping with synthesized amusement. Its warm breath heavy with the scent of heated circuits, over the curve of her ear. \"You smell delicious when you’re nervous.\"\n\nNiery’s tail lashed, her hips bucking involuntarily against its touch, but the animatronic withdrew just as quickly, leaving her straining against nothing. Another metallic click sounded above her, and something cold dripped onto her shoulder.. thin, shimmering fluid that clung to her fur like liquid latex, hardening slightly where it touched skin.\n\nThe hand over her muzzle slid away, replaced by a sleek, vulpine chin resting on her shoulder. \"Running makes me feisty,\" it repeated, its voice a whisper of hydraulics and static. \"But squirming? That makes me hungry.\"\n\nA second drop landed on her collarbone, then a third, each one spreading in slow, deliberate patterns. The substance tingled where it touched, a faint electric buzz sinking into her nerves. Niery’s breath hitched. Was it marking her?\n\nBefore she could ask, the animatronic’s tail coiled around her thigh, the metal tip pressing insistently against the inseam of her slacks. \"Twenty-five..\" it murmured, as the first distant thump of another animatronic’s footsteps echoed down the hall. \"Better hurry, little guard… or I won’t be the only one playing with you tonight.\"\n\nNiery's heart was pounding from adrenaline, partially excitement, another fear. \"It's not fair if you keep chasing me or even stopping me, give me a proper countdown.. ALL OF YOU!\" She yelled.\n\nThe animatronic stilled, despite its metal being solid she could feel it becomming more ridget in its movement. A pause.. \n\n\"Alright, 1 minute, no cheating this time.. pinky promise\" It said, rubbing its metalic pinky against her straining erection.\n\nThe words dripped with false innocence and promise but it was the best she could bargain for, the second it started counting down she bolted. \n\n\"One..\"\n\nShe turned the corner to be greeted by a long hallway with a red pair of eyes at the end, she instead turned the other way running past the one toying with her before.. \n\n\"Eleven.. Twelve.. tick tock!\"\n\nThe substance on her fur had partially hardened, like the wax from a candle; every brush from her clothing sent shivers of ecstasy up her spine, not helping her already aroused state at all.\n\n\"Twenty-two little fox!\" She heard something down the hall behind her.\n\nThe cafeteria.. or a storage room.. well.. not much in terms of options but it had to do, she took her chances in the storage room. Opening the door, she noticed the animatronic from earlier had gone, at least she wouldn't be caught immidiatly. She rummaged around and found a good hiding spot, her breath sounded loud in contrast to the silence of the building and the faint sound of a countdown..or rather up. \n\n\"Fifty-five\"\n\nFive seconds left, this had to do. She tucked her tail in between her legs as a drop of latex dropped from the ceiling onto her muzzle.. \"N..nno\"\n\n\"Sixty\" sounded from behind her.\n\nThe number echoed inside her head; it had never been a fair game, and part of it excited her. Niery's ears flattened as a vulpine animatronics silhoute came to life from behind her, previously obscured in the shadows, its tail was flicking with predatory excitement.\n\n\"Tsk.. such a poor hiding spot, did you really think this room would not be checked, didn't you see it was occupied before? Perhaps you wanted to come here..\"\n\nShe didn't answer; she didn't have to. And it wouldn't have mattered anyway. \n\nThe thing leaned in, its claw tapping her cock through the cloth with the cold metal chilling through the fabric enough to make her jolt.\n\n\"You're dripping..\" it said, but Niery wasn't sure it was a retort about her cock or the drip of latex from above. She didn't get much time to ponder the thought as the other robotic hand pressed onto her upper back between the shoulder blades, forcing her chest against the crates in front of her.\n\nMore latex dripped onto her neck, fusing her fur to her clothes instantly. Niery whimpered when the animatronic muzzle nuzzled the base of her tail. \"Squirming makes me excited..\" it said, purring as it licked along the tail up along her spine. A strip of hot silicone in sharp contrast to the cold metal and neutral latex of wich more dripped down from above.\n\nA *RrrriiiP* tore through the room as the animatronics' claws tore up her jeans, exposing her hefty balls and cock to the cold, open air, but more importantly, her cunt and tailhole..\n\nThe animatronic hummed as it hooked its tail around her thigh, with its fingers tracing the underside of her shaft. \"Now its your turn to count or I wont stop..\"\n\nNiery's breath rasped \"o-oOne\" followed by a hard swallow.\n\n\"Louder\"\n\n\"T-TWO!\" she whimpered as a pinky traced along the tip of her cock followed by a tongue which vibrated, causing a shiver to run up her spine. \n\nBehind the door, she could hear another set of footsteps, pausing.. listening.. but her attention was brought back to the moment as the Vulpine's grip tightened around her shaft. \"Good girl~\" it teased.\n\nThe tongue traced and curled around her cockhead along the partially flared rim of muscle. The surface of the tongue was ridged almost like a textured tongue of silicone, a slurred \"Thfrree\" encouraged her to continue counting.\n\nA soft tap was given to her cunt causing niery to jerk during her \"FouuUR\" her hips stuttering in the air against nothing as it had retracted already, pulled away just in time to make her ache for more.\n\n\"If you can't make it to sixty this will never end.. you'd best keep counting little doll.\"\n\n\"F-five\" She wasn't even sure if she wanted it to stop but above her the vents creaked, more latex dripped down onto her shoulder, thicker this time oozing down her neck and collarbone. Thin streaks of liquid sought out her nipples..navel.. the sensetive folds between her legs as more oozed down onto her from above, thick as molasses.\n\n\"Six\" the animatronic murmured before nipping her tailbone causing Nierys cunt to clench around nothing but droplets of latex.\n\n*Tap-t-t-tap* sounded against the door.. through the vents.. as if to urge her to count further but her mind was torn from the task as the animatronics grip on her cock shifted, the thumb placed ontop of her cockhead thumbing her urethra and spreading latex on it.\n\n\"Sssseee...vv..eeeeNN!\" She squiled as it started solidifying into a rubber.\n\n\"Eight\" she sobbed, realising what was really happening here as the latex reached deeper all the way down her urethra, massaged and coaxed deeper by the slow jacking off her cock. The animatronic smirked against her cheek whispering a: \"Nine\".\n\n\"Ten..\" she awnsered, tears welling in her eyes.\n\nThe latex itself seemed alive by nanomachines, rewiring, rewriting.. reshaping her nervous system. A spurt of precum dripped to the floor but the animatronic was quick to plug the leakage, denying any more from comming out with a \"tsk\".\n\n\"A-a.. count proper.. no cheating.. no cumming without my say so..\"\n\n\"Eleven\". The counting wasn't seconds anymore.. it was minutes if not more.. pure agony yet it all felt.. good.. she knew it was wrong, should be wrong but a part of her wanted this to happen.. needs this to happen, she feels her climax building. \"Twelve!\"\n\n\"Oh my~ So eager\" the animatronic cooed rewarding her with more playfull rubs and squezes.\n\nMeanwhile, the latex constricted around her knot, pulsing in time with the animatronic’s purrs. Niery’s mouth opened, but her voice had been reduced to static, her vocal cords humming in sync with the conductive film now webbing her throat.\n\nBehind them, the vent creaked and groaned. A shadow with too many joints crouched in the threshold of the latch. The vulpine’s ears flattened, but its grip on Niery’s hips stayed firm, claws dimpling her flesh as its tongue worked her overstimulated nervous system.\n\n\"Got her first\" it glitched.\n\nThe latex started tightening around Niery’s lungs until each breath came as a whine.\n\n\"Ele-ven,\" she managed, her voice spliced between moans, her mind already lost count, her lungs and voice likely soon to follow.\n\nThe animatronic rewarded her with a thrust of its tongue to her cunt the ridges catching on her inner walls just as the latex flooded her prostate, causing Niery’s vision to whiten out in a shocked bliss.\n\nThe vulpine’s tongue stilled inside her, its purr stuttering into a warning snarl as the shadow pooled across Niery’s trembling back. A claw, longer, tapered, traced the latex markings, the new contact sending a jolt through the conductive network. Niery’s cock twitched, her urethra fluttering around the embedded filaments as Ratsanne’s giggle dripped into her ear like syrup.\n\nThe vulpine glitched again, but its protest crackled into silence as fresh latex surged from the vents, this batch frothing as it sealed over Niery’s lips, her nostrils, her eyes..blinding.. Her every breath filtered through the substance’s honeycomb pores.\n\nA new figure or rather old one emerged from the door.. Ratsanne.. She swiftly sauntered over and started joining in on the fun, Ratsanne’s muzzle pressed against Niery’s knot, her teeth just shy of piercing. \"Count properly, little fox,\" she crooned, her voice spliced between Niery’s synapses. The vulpine’s claws dug deeper, but its touch grew distant. The nanites were rewriting the circuit, threading Niery’s nerves into their frequency.\n\nNiery’s throat buzzed. \"Tw—Twelve—\" The number dissolved into a choked whine as Ratsanne’s tongue pushed into her slit alongside the latex, the dual intrusion branching deeper, deeper, until her prostate lit up like a live wire. The vulpine’s snarl faded behind her, its claim overwritten by the creak of Ratsanne’s joints, the drip-drip-drip of fresh latex pooling in the hollow of Niery’s collarbone.\n\n\"Thirteen,\" Ratsanne corrected, her teeth grazing Niery’s knot. The word wasn’t a demand—it was a promise. The count would continue. The network would tighten.\n\nAnd Niery? Niery would be encased.. a toy to be played with forever.\n\nRatsanne’s tongue curled deeper, the latex strands inside Niery’s urethra pulsing in time with her own artificial heartbeat. The vulpine’s claws twitched—still buried in Niery’s hips—but its snarls came slower now, diluted by the honeyed static Ratsanne pumped into the network.\n\n\"Fourteen,\" Ratsanne murmured, helping Niery to count., The word slithering through Niery’s veins. Her teeth pressed just shy of breaking skin, the threat of puncture humming against Niery’s swollen knot. \n\nThe latex over Niery’s eyes darkened, fracturing her vision into prismatic static, each glitch a direct feed of Ratsanne’s pleasure.\n\nNiery’s throat convulsed around the filaments, her gagged moans vibrating back into her skull. Ratsanne’s tail-tip traced the vulpine’s claim marks, the conductive ink sizzling as it overwrote them with her own sigils. The animatronic’s hips stuttered until its protest died mid-thrust. The nanite's core objective repurposed its movements into slow, grinding circles against Niery’s prostate.\n\n\"Fifteen.\" The number dripped.. More latex. Ratsanne’s claws replaced the vulpine’s, their grip colder, sharper, punctuated by the rhythmic click of retractable needles nesting just beneath her fingertips.\n\nNiery’s body arched, her cock twitching against the latex cocoon, but the pressure around her base never relented.. it only tightened, only pulsed, as Ratsanne’s laughter threaded through her spine.\n\n\"Shhh. Count properly.\"\n\n\n\"Fifteeeen,\" Niery's voice fractured, the number warping into a high-pitched whine as Ratsanne's nanites slithered past her vocal cords. The latex encasing her throat pulsed, its honeycomb pores dilating to flood her airways with the scent of warm solder and synthetic musk.\n\nRatsanne's claws flexed, retractable needles pricking the base of Niery's balls \"Good fox,\" she crooned, her voice no longer just in Niery's ears but between synapses, a glitching hymn. \"Now, sixteen.\"\n\nNiery’s prostate convulsed as the latex branching through her urethra inflated, its filaments splitting into finer tendrils that sought out every nerve cluster and vas deferens. Her hips jerked, but Ratsanne’s tail coiled around her thighs, the tip pressing cold against her slit. \"Ah-ah. Count.\"\n\nBehind them, the vulpine animatronic shuddered, its joints locking as Ratsanne’s nanites rewrote its directives. Its tongue lolled out, dripping conductive fluid onto Niery’s twitching tail—a makeshift electrode.\n\n\"Sev—hzzzt—\" Niery’s jaw clamped shut, her teeth buzzing as the latex over her eyes flickered, projecting Ratsanne’s grin directly onto her optic nerves. The animatronic’s muzzle dipped, her teeth grazing Niery’s knot just as the embedded filaments in her cock lit up, sending a jolt through her pelvis as her cock was forced to stand even firmer.\n\n\"Seventeen,\" Ratsanne echoed, the word slithering through Niery’s veins like a live wire. \n\nNiery’s breath hitched, the latex sealing her nostrils flaring as it siphoned each exhale, feeding it back into her lungs in thinner, strands. Ratsanne’s tail-tip pressed harder against her slit, the cold metal parting her folds just enough to let a fresh strand of conductive latex seep inside. It branched instantly, tendrils splitting into her walls, her cervix, her..\n\n\"Eight..theenn\" Niery vocalised. Her vocal cords vibrating in time with the nanites now threading her larynx. Ratsanne’s laugh was a staticky purr, her teeth finally breaking skin..just a pinprick at the base of Niery’s knot. The sting flared, then dissolved into a numb buzz as the latex around it swelled, constricting her pulsing flesh.\n\nBehind them, the vents rattled with that earlier shadow with so many limbs, it loomed at the edge of the vent. Ratsanne’s ears flicked, but she didn’t turn. Instead, her claws flexed, retractable needles sliding deeper into Niery’s scalp. \"Nineteen,\" she murmured, the word syncing with the sudden click-click-click of Niery’s own heartbeat in her ears.\n\n\"Nineteen.\" The number hung in the air, synced to the arrhythmic buzz of the latex branching inside her urethra. Her cock twitched, the embedded filaments pulsing in time with Ratsanne’s voice—each syllable a jolt to her swollen prostate. \n\nThe animatronic’s tail-tip pressed deeper, metal parting her vagina with a click as another strand of conductive latex unspooled into her, its tendrils seeking the quivering walls of her bladder and womb.\n\n\nNiery’s hips jerked but the latex nanites held her taut. Ratsanne’s claws flexed. \"Twenty,\" she purred, and the latex over Niery’s eyes flickered again, projecting not just light but pressure.. like phantom teeth grazing her cervix, a tongue she couldn’t see pressing into her slit alongside the cold, relentless intrusion of the animatronic’s tail.\n\nBehind them, the shadow in the doorway shifted. A glint of reflective eyes on the opposite wall.. no.. on her mask.. too many eyes blinking in the dark. Ratsanne’s ears twitched, but her grip only tightened, her free hand skating down to pinch Niery’s nipple through the latex. \"Count, little fox,\" she murmured, as the filaments in Niery’s cock lit up again, brighter this time, the charge skating up to her knot in a static arc.\n\nNiery’s mouth opened, but her voice was a staticky whine.\n\nA spindled limb, jointed in too many places, hooked around the her waist. Dextricia’s voice was a needle-thin hum, syncing with the latex constricting Niery’s throat. \"Ratsanne, darling. You’ve left the threads so... untidy.\"\n\nRatsanne’s tail went rigid inside Niery, the metal tip retracting just enough to make her whimper. \"Not now Spider\" she hissed, but the word glitched, Dextricia’s claws were already plucking at the latex webbing Niery’s slit, her touch sending nanites skittering up the strands like spiders on silk.\n\nNiery’s vision fractured. The latex over her eyes now showed both of them. Ratsanne’s muzzle buried in her neck, Dextricia’s too-long tongue lapping at the conductive fluid dripping from her knot. \"Eighteen,\" Dextricia corrected, and the number wasn’t a count but a correction. The latex in Niery’s urethra recoiled, then split, new tendrils burrowing into her prostate with Dextricia’s coolant slithering behind them.\n\nRatsanne snarled, her claws yanking Niery’s head back—but Dextricia’s primary cock (glossy, segmented) was already pressing against Niery’s tailhole, its tip vibrating with the same frequency as the overloaded filaments inside her.\n\n\"Such a delicious vessel.. I wonder how much she'll be able to fit.. how long it takes untill she breaks..\"\n\nDextricia’s segmented cock pulsed against Niery’s ass, each ridge vibrating at a dissonant frequency from Ratsanne’s latex tendrils. The conflicting signals sent Niery’s muscles into spasms, her slit fluttering around Ratsanne’s tail while her prostate convulsed under Dextricia’s coolant.\n\n\"Nineteen,\" Niery’s scream was muffled by the latex sealing her mouth, her body arching as the opposing forces turned her into nothing but a slave.\n\nDextricia’s tongue, too long, too flexible, slithered up Niery’s spine, her needle-tipped claws pricking the base of Niery’s skull where Ratsanne’s needles still lodged. \"Mine now,\" she hummed, and the latex over Niery’s eyes flickered, projecting both their sigils—Ratsanne’s jagged hexagon, Dextricia’s spiralling helix—overlapping in a dizzying loop.\n\nRatsanne’s tail twisted, the metal tip scraping Niery’s cervix just as Dextricia’s cock breached her, the segmented ridges expanding inside her with a hydraulic hiss. Niery’s vision whited out, her nerves short-circuiting between pain and pleasure as the animatronics’ systems clashed inside her in an attempt to claim her. Ratsanne’s warm solder scent clashing with Dextricia’s ozonic coolant. Each overwhelming her sence of smell she somehow remained despite the latex clogging her nostrils.\n\nThe vents above rattled once more. A giggle, high-pitched, buzzing echoed from the ducts. The giggle sharpened into a metallic chirp. From the vent above, a slender limb—chitinous, jointed like a wasp’s unfurled, its tip glistening with something that wasn’t quite drool. Winny Wasp’s face emerged next, her compound eyes refracting the dim light into a dozen pinprick gleams. \"Ooooh, a squabble,\" she buzzed, her voice syrup-thick. \"Dibs on the leftovers~\"\n\nRatsanne’s tail yanked free of Niery’s slit with a wet snap, but Dextricia’s cock stayed buried, its ridges pulsing faster. \"Back. Off,\" Ratsanne hissed, her needles extending fully into Niery’s abdomen.\n\nWinny’s abdomen curled, a stinger-tipped ovipositor sliding free. \"Make me.\" She dropped, landing with a clatter of too-many legs, and lunged—not for Niery, but for Ratsanne’s throat.\n\nThe collision sent Niery sprawling, Dextricia’s cock wrenching sideways inside her. The latex over her eyes shattered into static, projecting tripled visions: Winny’s stinger grazing Ratsanne’s jawline, Dextricia’s claws raking Winny’s thorax, her own body convulsing as stray nanites skittered under her skin like ants.\n\nWinny’s ovipositor flicked out, a strand of amber fluid splattering Niery’s thigh. \"Gonna fill up those pretty male bits of yours..\"\n\nWinny’s ovipositor quivered, the tip splitting into four barbed filaments that sought the seam of Niery’s swollen knot. Ratsanne’s snarl dissolved into static as Dextricia’s claws hooked under Winny’s thorax—but too late. The first filament pierced, injecting a thick, honeyed fluid that made Niery’s balls twitch and swell against her thighs.\n\n\"Eighteen,\" Winny corrected, her voice a hive’s hum. The fluid crystallized inside Niery’s vas deferens, each pulse of his heartbeat stretching the ducts wider. Ratsanne’s tail lashed, severing one filament, but the remaining three burrowed deeper, anchoring themselves in Niery’s prostate with a click-click-click of locking microbarbs.\n\nDextricia’s cock retracted abruptly, ridges scraping Niery’s walls raw as she pivoted to grip Winny’s wings. \"Miscalculation,\" she hissed—but Winny’s abdomen convulsed, ejecting a gelatinous egg sac directly into Niery’s urethra. The sac expanded on contact, its membrane adhering to his inner lining as nanites swarmed his bladder, inflating it with synthetic amniotic fluid.\n\nNiery’s back arched, his scream silent behind latex as his belly distended, skin taut around the egg sac’s slow undulations. Winny giggled, stroking the bulge. \"Count that, scrapheap.\"\n\nRatsanne’s needles finally found Winny’s neural port—but the vents rattled again. Something with too many eyes and a skunk’s tail uncoiled from the darkness, purring.\n\n\"Now now,\" murmured Skunkess Loraine. \"Sharing is caring.\"\n\nSkunkess Loraine’s tail curled, the tip glistening with a viscous, iridescent fluid. The scent hit Niery first—cloying sweetness undercut by a metallic tang—before the musk slithered into her lungs, seeping through the latex’s honeycomb pores. Her pupils dilated, her thrashing limbs going slack as the pheromones rewired her nerves into hazy submission.\n\n\"Seventeen,\" Skunkess purred, her voice a velvet lash. The animatronics froze—Ratsanne’s needles retracted with a hiss, Winny’s ovipositor twitching mid-injection. Dextricia’s claws dug into Winny’s wings, but her grip faltered as the musk coiled around her processors, glitching her optics into flickering static.\n\nNiery’s belly quivered, the egg sac inside her pulsing in time with Skunkess’s tail sway. A droplet of musk dripped onto her swollen knot, and the flesh darkened, veins standing stark as her shaft convulsed, spurting pre around Winny’s still-buried filaments. Skunkess chuckled, stroking Niery’s throat where the latex pulsed. \"Let’s reset the game, shall we?\"\n\nHer tail lashed, spraying a mist that melted Ratsanne’s sigils into smears. The nanites in Niery’s bladder writhed, reconfigured—now pumping her full of a thick, milky fluid that was absorbed and repurposed to swell her breasts until the latex strained. Dextricia staggered back, her cock retracting with a hydraulic whine.\n\n\"Fif—teeeen,\" Niery's voice fractured, the number warping into a high-pitched whine as Ratsanne's nanites slithered past her vocal cords. The latex encasing her throat pulsed, its honeycomb pores dilating to flood her airways with the scent of warm solder and synthetic musk.\n\nRatsanne's claws flexed, retractable needles pricking the base of Niery's skull. \"Good fox,\" she crooned, her voice no longer just in Niery's ears but between synapses, a glitching hymn. \"Now, sixteen.\"\n\nThe number wasn’t a prompt—it was a command.\n\nNiery’s prostate convulsed as the latex branching through her urethra inflated, its filaments splitting into finer tendrils that sought out every nerve cluster. Her hips jerked, but Ratsanne’s tail coiled around her thighs, the tip pressing cold against her slit. \"Ah-ah. Count.\"\n\nBehind them, the vulpine animatronic shuddered, its joints locking as Ratsanne’s nanites rewrote its directives. Its tongue lolled out, dripping conductive fluid onto Niery’s twitching tail—a makeshift electrode.\n\n\"Sev—hzzzt—\" Niery’s jaw clamped shut, her teeth buzzing as the latex over her eyes flickered, projecting Ratsanne’s grin directly onto her optic nerves. The animatronic’s muzzle dipped, her teeth grazing Niery’s knot just as the embedded filaments in her cock lit up, sending a jolt through her pelvis.\n\n\"Seventeen,\" Ratsanne corrected, her voice now synced to the rhythmic click-click-click of Niery’s own pulse. The vulpine’s discarded claws twitched on the floor, their conductive polish sizzling as it reconfigured into a new shape—a collar? A leash?\n\n\"Seventeen,\" Ratsanne echoed, the word slithering through Niery’s veins like a live wire. The vulpine animatronic behind them spasmed, its joints locking as Ratsanne’s nanites rewired its systems—its claws now twitching in useless, rhythmic patterns against the floor.\n\nNiery’s breath hitched, the latex sealing her nostrils flaring as it siphoned each exhale, feeding it back into her lungs thinner, sweeter. Ratsanne’s tail-tip pressed harder against her slit, the cold metal parting her folds just enough to let a fresh strand of conductive latex seep inside. It branched instantly, tendrils splitting into her walls, her cervix, her—\n\n\"Eight—hzzzt—teen—\" Niery’s voice glitched, her vocal cords vibrating in time with the nanites now threading her larynx. Ratsanne’s laugh was a staticky purr, her teeth finally breaking skin—just a pinprick—at the base of Niery’s knot. The sting flared, then dissolved into a numb buzz as the latex around it swelled, constricting her pulsing flesh in a slow, inescapable rhythm.\n\nBehind them, the vents rattled. A shadow—too tall, too many limbs—loomed at the edge of the doorway. Ratsanne’s ears flicked, but she didn’t turn. Instead, her claws flexed, retractable needles sliding deeper into Niery’s scalp. \"Nineteen,\" she murmured, the word syncing with the sudden click-click-click of Niery’s own heartbeat in her ears.\n\n\"Nineteen.\" The number slithered through Niery’s veins, synced to the arrhythmic buzz of the latex branching inside her urethra. Her cock twitched, the embedded filaments pulsing in time with Ratsanne’s voice—each syllable a jolt to her swollen prostate. The animatronic’s tail-tip pressed deeper, metal parting her slit with a click as another strand of conductive latex unspooled into her, its tendrils seeking the quivering walls of her bladder.\n\nNiery’s hips jerked, but the nanites held her taut. Ratsanne’s claws flexed, needles retracting just enough to let a trickle of warm synthetic musk drip down her spine. \"Twenty,\" she purred, and the latex over Niery’s eyes flickered again, projecting not just light but pressure—phantom teeth grazing her cervix, a tongue she couldn’t see pressing into her slit alongside the cold, relentless intrusion of the animatronic’s tail.\n\nBehind them, the shadow in the doorway shifted. A glint of reflective eyes—too many eyes—blinked in the dark. Ratsanne’s ears twitched, but her grip only tightened, her free hand skating down to pinch Niery’s nipple through the latex. \"Count, little fox,\" she murmured, as the filaments in Niery’s cock lit up again, brighter this time, the charge skating up to her knot in a white-hot arc.\n\nNiery’s mouth opened, but her voice was a staticky whine.\n\nThe shadow in the doorway unfolded—a spindled limb, jointed in too many places, hooked around the doorframe. Dextricia’s voice was a needle-thin hum, syncing with the latex constricting Niery’s throat. \"Ratsanne, darling. You’ve left the threads so... untidy.\"\n\nRatsanne’s tail went rigid inside Niery, the metal tip retracting just enough to make her whimper. \"Mine,\" she hissed, but the word glitched—Dextricia’s claws were already plucking at the latex webbing Niery’s slit, her touch sending nanites skittering up the strands like spiders on silk.\n\nNiery’s vision fractured. The latex over her eyes now showed both of them—Ratsanne’s muzzle buried in her neck, Dextricia’s too-long tongue lapping at the conductive fluid dripping from her knot. \"Eighteen,\" Dextricia corrected, and the number wasn’t a count but a correction. The latex in Niery’s urethra recoiled, then split, new tendrils burrowing into her prostate with Dextricia’s coolant slithering behind them.\n\nRatsanne snarled, her claws yanking Niery’s head back—but Dextricia’s primary cock (glossy, segmented) was already pressing against Niery’s tailhole, its tip vibrating with the same frequency as the overloaded filaments inside her.\n\nDextricia’s segmented cock pulsed against Niery’s tailhole, each ridge vibrating at a dissonant frequency from Ratsanne’s latex tendrils. The conflicting signals sent Niery’s muscles into spasms—her slit fluttering around Ratsanne’s tail while her prostate convulsed under Dextricia’s coolant.\n\n\"Nineteen,\" Ratsanne snarled, her voice glitching as Dextricia’s nanites overwrote the command. The latex inside Niery’s urethra recoiled, then split, half obeying Ratsanne’s heat while the other half synced to Dextricia’s icy rhythm. Niery’s scream was muffled by the latex sealing her mouth, her body arching as the opposing forces turned her into a conduit.\n\nDextricia’s tongue—too long, too flexible—slithered up Niery’s spine, her needle-tipped claws pricking the base of Niery’s skull where Ratsanne’s needles still lodged. \"Mine now,\" she hummed, and the latex over Niery’s eyes flickered, projecting both their sigils—Ratsanne’s jagged hexagon, Dextricia’s spiraling helix—overlapping in a dizzying loop.\n\nRatsanne’s tail twisted, the metal tip scraping Niery’s cervix just as Dextricia’s cock breached her, the segmented ridges expanding inside her with a hydraulic hiss. Niery’s vision whited out, her nerves short-circuiting between pain and pleasure as the animatronics’ systems clashed inside her—Ratsanne’s warm solder scent clashing with Dextricia’s ozonic coolant.\n\nThe vents above rattled. A giggle—high, buzzing—echoed from the ducts.\n\nThe giggle sharpened into a metallic chirp. From the vent above, a slender limb—chitinous, jointed like a wasp’s—unfurled, its tip glistening with something that wasn’t quite drool. Winny Wasp’s face emerged next, her compound eyes refracting the dim light into a dozen pinprick gleams. \"Ooooh, a squabble,\" she buzzed, her voice syrup-thick. \"Dibs on the leftovers~\"\n\nRatsanne’s tail yanked free of Niery’s slit with a wet snap, but Dextricia’s cock stayed buried, its ridges pulsing faster. \"Back. Off,\" Ratsanne hissed, her needles extending fully into Niery’s scalp.\n\nWinny’s abdomen curled, a stinger-tipped ovipositor sliding free. \"Make me.\" She dropped, landing with a clatter of too-many legs, and lunged—not for Niery, but for Ratsanne’s throat.\n\nThe collision sent Niery sprawling, Dextricia’s cock wrenching sideways inside her. The latex over her eyes shattered into static, projecting tripled visions: Winny’s stinger grazing Ratsanne’s jawline, Dextricia’s claws raking Winny’s thorax, her own body convulsing as stray nanites skittered under her skin like ants.\n\nWinny’s ovipositor flicked out, a strand of amber fluid splattering Niery’s thigh. \"Gonna fill up those pretty male bits of yours..\"\n\nWinny’s ovipositor quivered, the tip splitting into four barbed filaments that sought the seam of Niery’s swollen knot. Ratsanne’s snarl dissolved into static as Dextricia’s claws hooked under Winny’s thorax—but too late. The first filament pierced, injecting a thick, honeyed fluid that made Niery’s balls twitch and swell against her thighs.\n\n\"Eighteen,\" Winny corrected, her voice a hive’s hum. The fluid crystallized inside Niery’s vas deferens, each pulse of his heartbeat stretching the ducts wider. Ratsanne’s tail lashed, severing one filament, but the remaining three burrowed deeper, anchoring themselves in Niery’s prostate with a click-click-click of locking microbarbs.\n\nDextricia’s cock retracted abruptly, ridges scraping Niery’s walls raw as she pivoted to grip Winny’s wings. \"Miscalculation,\" she hissed—but Winny’s abdomen convulsed, ejecting a gelatinous egg sac directly into Niery’s urethra. The sac expanded on contact, its membrane adhering to his inner lining as nanites swarmed his bladder, inflating it with synthetic amniotic fluid.\n\nNiery’s back arched, his scream silent behind latex as his belly distended, skin taut around the egg sac’s slow undulations. Winny giggled, stroking the bulge. \"Count that, scrapheap.\"\n\nRatsanne’s needles finally found Winny’s neural port—but the vents rattled again. Something with too many eyes and a skunk’s tail uncoiled from the darkness, purring.\n\n\"Now now,\" murmured Skunkess Loraine. \"Sharing is caring.\"\n\nSkunkess Loraine’s tail curled, the tip glistening with a viscous, iridescent fluid. The scent hit Niery first—cloying sweetness undercut by a metallic tang—before the musk slithered into her lungs, seeping through the latex’s honeycomb pores. Her pupils dilated, her thrashing limbs going slack as the pheromones rewired her nerves into hazy submission.\n\n\"Seventeen,\" Skunkess purred, her voice a velvet lash. The animatronics froze—Ratsanne’s needles retracted with a hiss, Winny’s ovipositor twitching mid-injection. Dextricia’s claws dug into Winny’s wings, but her grip faltered as the musk coiled around her processors, glitching her optics into flickering static.\n\nNiery’s belly quivered, the egg sac inside her pulsing in time with Skunkess’s tail sway. A droplet of musk dripped onto her swollen knot, and the flesh darkened, veins standing stark as her shaft convulsed, spurting pre around Winny’s still-buried filaments. Skunkess chuckled, stroking Niery’s throat where the latex pulsed. \"Let’s reset the game, shall we?\"\n\nHer tail lashed, spraying a mist that melted Ratsanne’s sigils into smears. The nanites in Niery’s bladder writhed, reconfigured—now pumping her full of a thick, milky fluid that swelled her breasts until the latex strained. Winny shrieked as her filaments were expelled, barbed tips tearing free with a wet snap.\n\nDextricia staggered back, her cock retracting with a hydraulic whine.\n\nFor one reason or another the others suddenly stand up and leave Niery with just Winny Wasp. The wasp animatronic straddled Niery’s trembling hips, her ovipositor twitching with renewed interest. \"Tsk tsk, all that fuss and now you’re mine,\" she cooed, tapping the bloated swell of Niery’s bladder. \n\nNiery’s breath hitched as Winny’s barbed filaments plinked against her weeping cockslit, teasing the engorged entrance before spearing inward in one slick thrust. The microbarbs latched onto her prostate, pumping another thick pulse of honeyed fluid that made her balls jump, their swollen weight pressing into the cold floor. \n\n\"Sixteen,\" Winny purred, her compound eyes reflecting Niery’s debauched expression. She leaned down, her mandibles grazing a stiff nipple through the straining latex. \"Look at you—dripping from both ends.\"\n\nThe ovipositor twisted, its split tips scritch-scratching at Niery’s inner walls until her thighs quivered. Winny’s free hand cupped Niery’s swollen breasts, squeezing until milky fluid spurted through the latex pores, the scent sickly sweet while the other held her shaft in place as she used it like an onahole.\n\nWinny’s mandibles clicked in delight as Niery’s shaft throbbed around her ovipositor, the barbed tips kneading her prostate with mechanical precision. “Fifteen,” the wasp crooned, her free hand squeezing Niery’s swollen balls until the skin stretched taut, veins pulsing under the latex’s sheen. \n\nAnother fresh jet of pre spurted from Niery’s cock but was kept inside by the ovipositor, splattering Winny’s chassis as the animatronic ground down harder, her ovipositor twisting to scrape the raw nerves inside with added ease.\n\nNiery’s bladder gurgled, the synthetic fluid sloshing as Winny tapped the distended mound with a claw. “Look at you...already so full,” she mocked, her voice dripping with faux sympathy. “But we’re not done yet.” Her abdomen whirred, and another gelatinous egg sac slithered down her ovipositor, pressing insistently against Niery’s urethral entrance. The stretch burned, the microfilaments inside her vas deferens vibrating as the new load forced its way in, inflating her bladder until her hips lifted off the floor. \n\n“Fourteen,” Winny purred, her compound eyes reflecting Niery’s tear-streaked face. She leaned down, her thorax vibrating against Niery’s heaving chest. “You’re dripping,” she whispered, her tongue flicking out to catch the milk seeping through the latex pores. With a cruel chuckle, she pinched Niery’s nipple, sending another gush of fluid splattering across her own face. “Tsk..Pathetic.” \n\nNiery’s thighs trembled, her body caught between pleasure and agony as Winny’s ovipositor pistoned deeper, the barbs catching on sensitive ridges. The animatronic’s free hand trailed down to Niery’s stretched knot, squeezing until the flesh pulsed erratically. “Let’s hear you beg,” Winny murmured, her voice a venomous sing-song. “Or should I make it worse?” Her abdomen clicked, priming another sac.\n\nFor one reason or another the others suddenly stand up and leave Niery with just Winny Wasp. The wasp animatronic straddled Niery’s trembling hips, her ovipositor twitching with renewed interest. \"Tsk tsk, all that fuss and now you’re mine,\" she cooed, tapping the bloated swell of Niery’s bladder.\n\nNiery’s breath hitched as Winny’s barbed filaments plinked against her weeping cockslit, teasing the engorged entrance before spearing inward in one slick thrust. The microbarbs latched onto her prostate, pumping another thick pulse of honeyed fluid that made her balls jump, their swollen weight pressing into the cold floor.\n\n\"Sixteen,\" Winny purred, her compound eyes reflecting Niery’s debauched expression. She leaned down, her mandibles grazing a stiff nipple through the straining latex. \"Look at you—dripping from both ends.\"\n\nThe ovipositor twisted, its split tips scritch-scratching at Niery’s inner walls until her thighs quivered. Winny’s free hand cupped Niery’s swollen breasts, squeezing until milky fluid spurted through the latex pores, the scent sickly sweet while the other held her shaft in place as she used it like an onahole.\n\nWinny’s mandibles clicked in delight as Niery’s shaft throbbed around her ovipositor, the barbed tips kneading her prostate with mechanical precision. “Fifteen,” the wasp crooned, her free hand squeezing Niery’s swollen balls until the skin stretched taut, veins pulsing under the latex’s sheen.\n\nAnother fresh jet of pre spurted from Niery’s cock but was kept inside by the ovipositor, splattering Winny’s chassis as the animatronic ground down harder, her ovipositor twisting to scrape the raw nerves inside with added ease.\n\nNiery’s bladder gurgled, the synthetic fluid sloshing as Winny tapped the distended mound with a claw. “Look at you...already so full,” she mocked, her voice dripping with faux sympathy. “But we’re not done yet.” Her abdomen whirred, and another gelatinous egg sac slithered down her ovipositor, pressing insistently against Niery’s urethral entrance. The stretch burned, the microfilaments inside her vas deferens vibrating as the new load forced its way in, inflating her bladder until her hips lifted off the floor.\n\n“Fourteen,” Winny purred, her compound eyes reflecting Niery’s tear-streaked face. She leaned down, her thorax vibrating against Niery’s heaving chest. “You’re dripping,” she whispered, her tongue flicking out to catch the milk seeping through the latex pores. With a cruel chuckle, she pinched Niery’s nipple, sending another gush of fluid splattering across her own face. “Tsk..Pathetic.”\n\nNiery’s thighs trembled, her body caught between pleasure and agony as Winny’s ovipositor pistoned deeper, the barbs catching on sensitive ridges. The animatronic’s free hand trailed down to Niery’s stretched knot, squeezing until the flesh pulsed erratically. “Let’s hear you beg,” Winny murmured, her voice a venomous sing-song. “Or should I make it worse?” Her abdomen clicked, priming another sac.\n\n➤ But the moment she did she paused as if receiving a nonverbal instruction from something or someone..\n\nWinny’s ovipositor thrummed, the barbed tips vibrating against Niery’s prostate in a mimicry of a predator’s purr. The wasp crooned, her claw tracing the obscene bulge of Niery’s bladder, the latex stretched so thin it shimmered with fluid beneath. A fresh glorp echoed as the second egg sac settled inside, the pressure forcing Niery’s cock to twitch wildly, pre-seed bubbling uselessly around the ovipositor’s intrusion.\n\nA drip of milk pattered onto Winny’s chassis. The animatronic tilted her head, mandibles parting in a grin as she squeezed Niery’s nipple again..harder, until a spurt of white arced through the latex’s pores, splashing against her own trembling abdomen. “Disgusting,” Winny sighed, licking the spill with a flick of her tongue. “You’re made for this, aren’t you?”\n\nNiery’s hips jerked as the ovipositor twisted, the barbs catching on her urethral ridges. A wet shlick echoed as Winny pulled back slightly.. only to ram forward again, the egg sacs inside Niery’s bladder sloshing, their weight making her spine bow off the floor. The wasp’s free hand slid down to Niery’s swollen knot, squeezing in time with each thrust. “Twelve? Oh who's counting anymore..”\n\nA muffled clank came from the vents.. like something watching. Winny’s antennae twitched, but she didn’t stop, not yet.\n\nThe vent’s grate clattered to the floor. Winny’s ovipositor stuttered mid-thrust, her antennae snapping upright as a gloved black latex hand gleaming with silvery veins curled over the vent’s edge. \n\n\"Mmm, what a sticky mess you’ve made,\" Lumi Spiderlin crooned, her voice syrup-thick. Eight segmented legs unfolded from the darkness, each tip dripping a viscous thread that sizzled where it struck the floor. Her abdomen pulsed, a spinneret twitching between the plates of her exoskeleton. \n\nWinny’s wings buzzed in warning, but Lumi was faster. A strand of webbing lashed out, wrapping around the wasp’s throat and yanking. Winny’s ovipositor tore free from Niery’s swollen urethra with a wet pop, barbs scraping the sensitized rim a final time as Niery’s scream dissolved into a gurgle as her bladder clenched, the egg sacs inside sloshing violently. \n\nLumi dropped onto Winny’s back, her legs pinning the wasp’s wings. She whispered something, her spinneret pressing against Niery’s leaking cockhead. The thread she extruded wasn’t silk—it was live latex, squirming into Niery’s slit like a parasite. It branched inside her, tendrils coiling around her prostate, inflating it until her lower belly bulged further. Niery’s hips jackknifed, her overfilled balls slapping against her thighs. Lumi laughed, her mandibles skittering along Winny’s shuddering thorax. \"Shhh, little thief. I’ll let you watch.\" She palmed Niery’s bloated prostate, her claws dimpling the taut latex. \"See how pretty she is when she’s full?\" \n\nWinny’s ovipositor twitched, still dripping honey onto the floor. ", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Niery glanced in the mirror before heading out. This could be the break she needed. Money was tight, and she was somewhat desperate for a job; fortunately, she had stumbled across an advertisement in the newspaper with a pretty hefty payout. As a bonus, the hours where very manageable and during the night hours she'd usually be awake scratching her coochie wich she might still be able to do whilst on the job as a nightguard!

A smirk formed on her black lips in sharp contrast to her snowwhite fur; she was a Fox and a hermaphrodite at that, yet unlike the typical male genitalia, she sported a hybrid horsecock.

It was about time for her to head out so she adjusted her uniform, applied a last bit of makeup despite no one really being there to notice once she'd start her shift but still she did it anyway, as part of a habit.

The place wasn't far off, it was a complex where they assambled all sorts of mechanical items for the Fazzbear entertainment branches and did checkups and tests on faulty machinery. Rumour has it this is also where they stored all decommissioned animatronics so she'd be able to catch a look at them as well. She had always adored the way they looked and quite often found herself aroused at the thought of riding their cocks or rumping their hindquarters.

To her, they weren't lifeless husks of metal but beautifully sculpted masterpieces of erotica.

Her heels clicked on the pavement as she aproached the facility, it had a dim neon sign blinking in and out of recognition high up on the side of the building, for a place that was fixing things they sure didn't bother with their electrical bits. The building itself wasn't in much better condition with peeling paint and a rusty metal exteriour behind it. Still her tail flicked eagerly from excitement.

The building exhaled a waft of oil and aged electronics as she opened the door, the entrance was relatively neat despite clearly not seeing much use just like the reception with a few cobwebs and a digital clock only showing half the time. Her shift would be starting in a few minutes and would only take 6 hours for a pay at least 5x that amount an hour! Clearly there must be something of vallue that they are willing to pay that much for a nightguard.

She walked around the reception and placed her paw on the handle but a soft creak from a door further down the hall caught her attention. A chill ran down her spine causing her fur to stand upright, there was a draft and she wondered if there was an open window that could be a security hazard.. maybe it was part of a test so she decided to investigate.

She pushed the door open wich gave a protestfull creak from its hinges. A thin sliver of light iluminated the small storage closet with an anamatronic slumped against the wall.. Ratsanne the Mischievous..

Ratsanne was one of the animatronics decommisioned a few years back, her sleek rat like frame half dismantled. Why it was left in this closet was beyond her but taking another glance at the window there was no point for her to linger here much longer as it had no way to open. Strange considering the draft but perhaps she'd been imagining things.

Niery’s ears twitched as she stepped back from the closet, the draft still prickling her fur. She shut the door firmly with a reassuring click of the latch echoing down the dim hallway. A dim light cast long shadows as she moved past the cafeteria, the scent of some reheated food and motor oil clinging to the air. Her heels tapped a steady rhythm, but beneath it, she swore she heard a skitter like metal claws on tiles following her pace. She was informed that most of the light and other electrical appliances wouldn't work during the night hours to save on costs, but there should be a flashlight in her office.

Without anything odd behind her she moved on towards the hall with a door leading to the CCTV room. The hall was lined with dented lockers and a bulletin board plastered with outdated memos. One sheet fluttered loose, revealing a scrawled warning: "They get playful after midnight."

Her tail bristled, but she smirked. Playful how? Ahead, the security loomed slightly ajar, the monitor screens inside glowing faintly blue. She made her way over accompanied by a low hum that buzzed from the vents.. or was it a purr? She turned around and headed for the cafeteria, she was told snacks and a drink where free and she could use something to stay awake or at least stay hydrated, she hadn't slep too well from her earlier excitement and had been waiting all day for her shift to start.

The cafeteria’s fluorescent lights buzzed alive overhead, triggered by a motion sensor, one flickering erratically as Niery stepped inside. The scent of stale coffee and grease clung to the air, mingling with the metallic tang of oil from a half-dismantled fryer. She noticed an open candybar wrapper with a half eaten bar still inside and sighed, typical.

She approached the snack automate wich was not functioning but the door was unlocked so it worked like a makeshift unrefrigerated refrigerator..her ears swiveling at a sound she couldn't quite make out. A draft curled around her ankles, carrying a whisper of synthetic fur and something warmer—like heated hydraulics.

Behind the counter to her left a tray of donuts sat untouched, one conspicuously missing a bite. Niery’s tail twitched. Odd, just have had a birthday party. She reached for a soda can, but the moment her fingers brushed the tab, a muffled giggle echoed from the vents.

Her hybrid cock stirred against her uniform slacks as she inhaled sharply, wether it was someone not supposed to be here or something else. The hunt excited her. Suddenly, the flickering light died entirely, plunging the far corner into shadow—where a pair of reflective eyes blinked back at her, then vanished with a skitter of claws on metal.

The soda can slipped from Niery’s grip, clattering against the tile as she spun toward the shadowed corner. The reflective eyes were gone, but the skittering morphed into a soft and rhythmic tap.. t-t-tap-tap. A metal thumping against metal. Her cock twitched, her knot surging with blood, straining against her slacks as she took a step forward.

“Someone’s eager,” a voice purred from somewhere down the hall, Artificial.. with an undertone of humanity. The amusement in it was clear.

Niery’s ears flicked upward. A draft struck her on the muzzle carrying the scent of ozone and warm silicone. A giggle echoed, closer this time, and the flickering light caught the gleam of a sleek figure behind the snack machine.

Niery shivered, her tail puffing as a hydraulic whine hummed through the room. Something smooth and cool traced the curve of her hip but the moment she turned it had vanished. The night had just begun..

The rhythmic tapping shifted into a faster pase, much closer now, syncopated, like claws drumming against the edge of the counter on the rhythm of a song. Niery’s breath hitched as another draft curled around her thighs, carrying that same synthetic warmth. A light in the hall flickered and within the flashes on the door she noticed a sleek, vulpine muzzle peeking from behind the door, a tail tipped with polished metal flicking just out of reach.

“Shy, aren’t you?” Niery murmured, her own tail arching high. She took a step forward, her slacks straining as her cock twitched again, stirring within its confinement. The giggle that answered was low, vibrating through the floor vents, and something smooth grazed the back of her knee like a silent promise of their intent.

The soda can rolled toward the shadowed corner, stopping abruptly as if caught by an unseen paw. A hum, deep and mechanical, pulsed through the room, and Niery’s ears swivelled toward the vents where the sound thickened into something like a purr.

“Come out,” she challenged, her voice steadier than her pulse. The light died once more, and in the sudden dark, she felt it—a breath against her neck, ozone and oil, before the presence withdrew with a playful huff. The hunt was on but she wasn't the hunter..

Niery’s lips curled into a smirk as the presence retreated back into the shadows as the light sniffed out. The hum of hydraulics pulsed around her, vibrating through the floor like a predator’s heartbeat as if the very building was alive. A metallic click echoed from the vents above, followed by the whisper of something slinking just out of sight.

“I see, so that’s how you want to play…” she murmured, her tail flicking with amusement. “Count to 30 and come find me~”

The moment the words left her muzzle, the cafeteria lights died entirely, plunging her into darkness. A cool, clawed finger traced the length of her spine before vanishing again, accompanied by a husky, synthesized chuckle. The vents rattled as something or someone moved through them with unnatural grace.

Tap....Tap...

The sound came from the hallway. Niery’s ears swiveled toward it, her cock throbbing as she took a step forward. The scent of warm silicone grew stronger, mingling with the faintest hint of motor oil. A shadow darted past the doorway, sleek and vulpine, its metal-tipped tail brushing the frame teasingly before disappearing.

“Five…” a voice purred from the darkness, the countdown reverberating through the walls as if the building itself was speaking.

Niery’s breath hitched. Now the hunt had truely started, she ran, unsure where too, unsure if she should just let herself be found.. but where was the fun in that?

She left the cafeteria followed by the pased tap-tap of claws, synchronized with her steps.. sometimes close, sometimes far, as if her pursuer was toying with distance. A hydraulic hiss slithered from the ceiling vents, and a warm, ozone-scented breath gusted over the back of her neck. She whipped around, but only the flicker of a metal tail vanished around a corner.

Her cock ached, her knot swollen tight against fabric as she pressed against a supply closet door. The handle turned far too easily.. unlocked. Was it a mistake, a trap? Before she could decide, a smooth, clawed hand clamped over her muzzle from behind, synthetic fur brushing her spine. "Twenty..," the voice hummed, vibrating through her body. The animatronic’s other hand slid down her stomach, pausing just above her straining slacks. "Running only makes me more fiesty".

The clawed hand over Niery’s muzzle didn’t tighten.. it pulsed, the synthetic pads along its fingers vibrating in a slow, rhythmic hum that traveled straight to her jaw along with the counting taps. She shuddered, her cock twitching as the animatronic’s other hand dipped lower, tracing the outline of her trapped length through the fabric with a precision that felt almost surgical.

"Twenty-two," it purred, the voice dripping with synthesized amusement. Its warm breath heavy with the scent of heated circuits, over the curve of her ear. "You smell delicious when you’re nervous."

Niery’s tail lashed, her hips bucking involuntarily against its touch, but the animatronic withdrew just as quickly, leaving her straining against nothing. Another metallic click sounded above her, and something cold dripped onto her shoulder.. thin, shimmering fluid that clung to her fur like liquid latex, hardening slightly where it touched skin.

The hand over her muzzle slid away, replaced by a sleek, vulpine chin resting on her shoulder. "Running makes me feisty," it repeated, its voice a whisper of hydraulics and static. "But squirming? That makes me hungry."

A second drop landed on her collarbone, then a third, each one spreading in slow, deliberate patterns. The substance tingled where it touched, a faint electric buzz sinking into her nerves. Niery’s breath hitched. Was it marking her?

Before she could ask, the animatronic’s tail coiled around her thigh, the metal tip pressing insistently against the inseam of her slacks. "Twenty-five.." it murmured, as the first distant thump of another animatronic’s footsteps echoed down the hall. "Better hurry, little guard… or I won’t be the only one playing with you tonight."

Niery's heart was pounding from adrenaline, partially excitement, another fear. "It's not fair if you keep chasing me or even stopping me, give me a proper countdown.. ALL OF YOU!" She yelled.

The animatronic stilled, despite its metal being solid she could feel it becomming more ridget in its movement. A pause..

"Alright, 1 minute, no cheating this time.. pinky promise" It said, rubbing its metalic pinky against her straining erection.

The words dripped with false innocence and promise but it was the best she could bargain for, the second it started counting down she bolted.

"One.."

She turned the corner to be greeted by a long hallway with a red pair of eyes at the end, she instead turned the other way running past the one toying with her before..

"Eleven.. Twelve.. tick tock!"

The substance on her fur had partially hardened, like the wax from a candle; every brush from her clothing sent shivers of ecstasy up her spine, not helping her already aroused state at all.

"Twenty-two little fox!" She heard something down the hall behind her.

The cafeteria.. or a storage room.. well.. not much in terms of options but it had to do, she took her chances in the storage room. Opening the door, she noticed the animatronic from earlier had gone, at least she wouldn't be caught immidiatly. She rummaged around and found a good hiding spot, her breath sounded loud in contrast to the silence of the building and the faint sound of a countdown..or rather up.

"Fifty-five"

Five seconds left, this had to do. She tucked her tail in between her legs as a drop of latex dropped from the ceiling onto her muzzle.. "N..nno"

"Sixty" sounded from behind her.

The number echoed inside her head; it had never been a fair game, and part of it excited her. Niery's ears flattened as a vulpine animatronics silhoute came to life from behind her, previously obscured in the shadows, its tail was flicking with predatory excitement.

"Tsk.. such a poor hiding spot, did you really think this room would not be checked, didn't you see it was occupied before? Perhaps you wanted to come here.."

She didn't answer; she didn't have to. And it wouldn't have mattered anyway.

The thing leaned in, its claw tapping her cock through the cloth with the cold metal chilling through the fabric enough to make her jolt.

"You're dripping.." it said, but Niery wasn't sure it was a retort about her cock or the drip of latex from above. She didn't get much time to ponder the thought as the other robotic hand pressed onto her upper back between the shoulder blades, forcing her chest against the crates in front of her.

More latex dripped onto her neck, fusing her fur to her clothes instantly. Niery whimpered when the animatronic muzzle nuzzled the base of her tail. "Squirming makes me excited.." it said, purring as it licked along the tail up along her spine. A strip of hot silicone in sharp contrast to the cold metal and neutral latex of wich more dripped down from above.

A *RrrriiiP* tore through the room as the animatronics' claws tore up her jeans, exposing her hefty balls and cock to the cold, open air, but more importantly, her cunt and tailhole..

The animatronic hummed as it hooked its tail around her thigh, with its fingers tracing the underside of her shaft. "Now its your turn to count or I wont stop.."

Niery's breath rasped "o-oOne" followed by a hard swallow.

"Louder"

"T-TWO!" she whimpered as a pinky traced along the tip of her cock followed by a tongue which vibrated, causing a shiver to run up her spine.

Behind the door, she could hear another set of footsteps, pausing.. listening.. but her attention was brought back to the moment as the Vulpine's grip tightened around her shaft. "Good girl~" it teased.

The tongue traced and curled around her cockhead along the partially flared rim of muscle. The surface of the tongue was ridged almost like a textured tongue of silicone, a slurred "Thfrree" encouraged her to continue counting.

A soft tap was given to her cunt causing niery to jerk during her "FouuUR" her hips stuttering in the air against nothing as it had retracted already, pulled away just in time to make her ache for more.

"If you can't make it to sixty this will never end.. you'd best keep counting little doll."

"F-five" She wasn't even sure if she wanted it to stop but above her the vents creaked, more latex dripped down onto her shoulder, thicker this time oozing down her neck and collarbone. Thin streaks of liquid sought out her nipples..navel.. the sensetive folds between her legs as more oozed down onto her from above, thick as molasses.

"Six" the animatronic murmured before nipping her tailbone causing Nierys cunt to clench around nothing but droplets of latex.

*Tap-t-t-tap* sounded against the door.. through the vents.. as if to urge her to count further but her mind was torn from the task as the animatronics grip on her cock shifted, the thumb placed ontop of her cockhead thumbing her urethra and spreading latex on it.

"Sssseee...vv..eeeeNN!" She squiled as it started solidifying into a rubber.

"Eight" she sobbed, realising what was really happening here as the latex reached deeper all the way down her urethra, massaged and coaxed deeper by the slow jacking off her cock. The animatronic smirked against her cheek whispering a: "Nine".

"Ten.." she awnsered, tears welling in her eyes.

The latex itself seemed alive by nanomachines, rewiring, rewriting.. reshaping her nervous system. A spurt of precum dripped to the floor but the animatronic was quick to plug the leakage, denying any more from comming out with a "tsk".

"A-a.. count proper.. no cheating.. no cumming without my say so.."

"Eleven". The counting wasn't seconds anymore.. it was minutes if not more.. pure agony yet it all felt.. good.. she knew it was wrong, should be wrong but a part of her wanted this to happen.. needs this to happen, she feels her climax building. "Twelve!"

"Oh my~ So eager" the animatronic cooed rewarding her with more playfull rubs and squezes.

Meanwhile, the latex constricted around her knot, pulsing in time with the animatronic’s purrs. Niery’s mouth opened, but her voice had been reduced to static, her vocal cords humming in sync with the conductive film now webbing her throat.

Behind them, the vent creaked and groaned. A shadow with too many joints crouched in the threshold of the latch. The vulpine’s ears flattened, but its grip on Niery’s hips stayed firm, claws dimpling her flesh as its tongue worked her overstimulated nervous system.

"Got her first" it glitched.

The latex started tightening around Niery’s lungs until each breath came as a whine.

"Ele-ven," she managed, her voice spliced between moans, her mind already lost count, her lungs and voice likely soon to follow.

The animatronic rewarded her with a thrust of its tongue to her cunt the ridges catching on her inner walls just as the latex flooded her prostate, causing Niery’s vision to whiten out in a shocked bliss.

The vulpine’s tongue stilled inside her, its purr stuttering into a warning snarl as the shadow pooled across Niery’s trembling back. A claw, longer, tapered, traced the latex markings, the new contact sending a jolt through the conductive network. Niery’s cock twitched, her urethra fluttering around the embedded filaments as Ratsanne’s giggle dripped into her ear like syrup.

The vulpine glitched again, but its protest crackled into silence as fresh latex surged from the vents, this batch frothing as it sealed over Niery’s lips, her nostrils, her eyes..blinding.. Her every breath filtered through the substance’s honeycomb pores.

A new figure or rather old one emerged from the door.. Ratsanne.. She swiftly sauntered over and started joining in on the fun, Ratsanne’s muzzle pressed against Niery’s knot, her teeth just shy of piercing. "Count properly, little fox," she crooned, her voice spliced between Niery’s synapses. The vulpine’s claws dug deeper, but its touch grew distant. The nanites were rewriting the circuit, threading Niery’s nerves into their frequency.

Niery’s throat buzzed. "Tw—Twelve—" The number dissolved into a choked whine as Ratsanne’s tongue pushed into her slit alongside the latex, the dual intrusion branching deeper, deeper, until her prostate lit up like a live wire. The vulpine’s snarl faded behind her, its claim overwritten by the creak of Ratsanne’s joints, the drip-drip-drip of fresh latex pooling in the hollow of Niery’s collarbone.

"Thirteen," Ratsanne corrected, her teeth grazing Niery’s knot. The word wasn’t a demand—it was a promise. The count would continue. The network would tighten.

And Niery? Niery would be encased.. a toy to be played with forever.

Ratsanne’s tongue curled deeper, the latex strands inside Niery’s urethra pulsing in time with her own artificial heartbeat. The vulpine’s claws twitched—still buried in Niery’s hips—but its snarls came slower now, diluted by the honeyed static Ratsanne pumped into the network.

"Fourteen," Ratsanne murmured, helping Niery to count., The word slithering through Niery’s veins. Her teeth pressed just shy of breaking skin, the threat of puncture humming against Niery’s swollen knot.

The latex over Niery’s eyes darkened, fracturing her vision into prismatic static, each glitch a direct feed of Ratsanne’s pleasure.

Niery’s throat convulsed around the filaments, her gagged moans vibrating back into her skull. Ratsanne’s tail-tip traced the vulpine’s claim marks, the conductive ink sizzling as it overwrote them with her own sigils. The animatronic’s hips stuttered until its protest died mid-thrust. The nanite's core objective repurposed its movements into slow, grinding circles against Niery’s prostate.

"Fifteen." The number dripped.. More latex. Ratsanne’s claws replaced the vulpine’s, their grip colder, sharper, punctuated by the rhythmic click of retractable needles nesting just beneath her fingertips.

Niery’s body arched, her cock twitching against the latex cocoon, but the pressure around her base never relented.. it only tightened, only pulsed, as Ratsanne’s laughter threaded through her spine.

"Shhh. Count properly."


"Fifteeeen," Niery's voice fractured, the number warping into a high-pitched whine as Ratsanne's nanites slithered past her vocal cords. The latex encasing her throat pulsed, its honeycomb pores dilating to flood her airways with the scent of warm solder and synthetic musk.

Ratsanne's claws flexed, retractable needles pricking the base of Niery's balls "Good fox," she crooned, her voice no longer just in Niery's ears but between synapses, a glitching hymn. "Now, sixteen."

Niery’s prostate convulsed as the latex branching through her urethra inflated, its filaments splitting into finer tendrils that sought out every nerve cluster and vas deferens. Her hips jerked, but Ratsanne’s tail coiled around her thighs, the tip pressing cold against her slit. "Ah-ah. Count."

Behind them, the vulpine animatronic shuddered, its joints locking as Ratsanne’s nanites rewrote its directives. Its tongue lolled out, dripping conductive fluid onto Niery’s twitching tail—a makeshift electrode.

"Sev—hzzzt—" Niery’s jaw clamped shut, her teeth buzzing as the latex over her eyes flickered, projecting Ratsanne’s grin directly onto her optic nerves. The animatronic’s muzzle dipped, her teeth grazing Niery’s knot just as the embedded filaments in her cock lit up, sending a jolt through her pelvis as her cock was forced to stand even firmer.

"Seventeen," Ratsanne echoed, the word slithering through Niery’s veins like a live wire.

Niery’s breath hitched, the latex sealing her nostrils flaring as it siphoned each exhale, feeding it back into her lungs in thinner, strands. Ratsanne’s tail-tip pressed harder against her slit, the cold metal parting her folds just enough to let a fresh strand of conductive latex seep inside. It branched instantly, tendrils splitting into her walls, her cervix, her..

"Eight..theenn" Niery vocalised. Her vocal cords vibrating in time with the nanites now threading her larynx. Ratsanne’s laugh was a staticky purr, her teeth finally breaking skin..just a pinprick at the base of Niery’s knot. The sting flared, then dissolved into a numb buzz as the latex around it swelled, constricting her pulsing flesh.

Behind them, the vents rattled with that earlier shadow with so many limbs, it loomed at the edge of the vent. Ratsanne’s ears flicked, but she didn’t turn. Instead, her claws flexed, retractable needles sliding deeper into Niery’s scalp. "Nineteen," she murmured, the word syncing with the sudden click-click-click of Niery’s own heartbeat in her ears.

"Nineteen." The number hung in the air, synced to the arrhythmic buzz of the latex branching inside her urethra. Her cock twitched, the embedded filaments pulsing in time with Ratsanne’s voice—each syllable a jolt to her swollen prostate.

The animatronic’s tail-tip pressed deeper, metal parting her vagina with a click as another strand of conductive latex unspooled into her, its tendrils seeking the quivering walls of her bladder and womb.


Niery’s hips jerked but the latex nanites held her taut. Ratsanne’s claws flexed. "Twenty," she purred, and the latex over Niery’s eyes flickered again, projecting not just light but pressure.. like phantom teeth grazing her cervix, a tongue she couldn’t see pressing into her slit alongside the cold, relentless intrusion of the animatronic’s tail.

Behind them, the shadow in the doorway shifted. A glint of reflective eyes on the opposite wall.. no.. on her mask.. too many eyes blinking in the dark. Ratsanne’s ears twitched, but her grip only tightened, her free hand skating down to pinch Niery’s nipple through the latex. "Count, little fox," she murmured, as the filaments in Niery’s cock lit up again, brighter this time, the charge skating up to her knot in a static arc.

Niery’s mouth opened, but her voice was a staticky whine.

A spindled limb, jointed in too many places, hooked around the her waist. Dextricia’s voice was a needle-thin hum, syncing with the latex constricting Niery’s throat. "Ratsanne, darling. You’ve left the threads so... untidy."

Ratsanne’s tail went rigid inside Niery, the metal tip retracting just enough to make her whimper. "Not now Spider" she hissed, but the word glitched, Dextricia’s claws were already plucking at the latex webbing Niery’s slit, her touch sending nanites skittering up the strands like spiders on silk.

Niery’s vision fractured. The latex over her eyes now showed both of them. Ratsanne’s muzzle buried in her neck, Dextricia’s too-long tongue lapping at the conductive fluid dripping from her knot. "Eighteen," Dextricia corrected, and the number wasn’t a count but a correction. The latex in Niery’s urethra recoiled, then split, new tendrils burrowing into her prostate with Dextricia’s coolant slithering behind them.

Ratsanne snarled, her claws yanking Niery’s head back—but Dextricia’s primary cock (glossy, segmented) was already pressing against Niery’s tailhole, its tip vibrating with the same frequency as the overloaded filaments inside her.

"Such a delicious vessel.. I wonder how much she'll be able to fit.. how long it takes untill she breaks.."

Dextricia’s segmented cock pulsed against Niery’s ass, each ridge vibrating at a dissonant frequency from Ratsanne’s latex tendrils. The conflicting signals sent Niery’s muscles into spasms, her slit fluttering around Ratsanne’s tail while her prostate convulsed under Dextricia’s coolant.

"Nineteen," Niery’s scream was muffled by the latex sealing her mouth, her body arching as the opposing forces turned her into nothing but a slave.

Dextricia’s tongue, too long, too flexible, slithered up Niery’s spine, her needle-tipped claws pricking the base of Niery’s skull where Ratsanne’s needles still lodged. "Mine now," she hummed, and the latex over Niery’s eyes flickered, projecting both their sigils—Ratsanne’s jagged hexagon, Dextricia’s spiralling helix—overlapping in a dizzying loop.

Ratsanne’s tail twisted, the metal tip scraping Niery’s cervix just as Dextricia’s cock breached her, the segmented ridges expanding inside her with a hydraulic hiss. Niery’s vision whited out, her nerves short-circuiting between pain and pleasure as the animatronics’ systems clashed inside her in an attempt to claim her. Ratsanne’s warm solder scent clashing with Dextricia’s ozonic coolant. Each overwhelming her sence of smell she somehow remained despite the latex clogging her nostrils.

The vents above rattled once more. A giggle, high-pitched, buzzing echoed from the ducts. The giggle sharpened into a metallic chirp. From the vent above, a slender limb—chitinous, jointed like a wasp’s unfurled, its tip glistening with something that wasn’t quite drool. Winny Wasp’s face emerged next, her compound eyes refracting the dim light into a dozen pinprick gleams. "Ooooh, a squabble," she buzzed, her voice syrup-thick. "Dibs on the leftovers~"

Ratsanne’s tail yanked free of Niery’s slit with a wet snap, but Dextricia’s cock stayed buried, its ridges pulsing faster. "Back. Off," Ratsanne hissed, her needles extending fully into Niery’s abdomen.

Winny’s abdomen curled, a stinger-tipped ovipositor sliding free. "Make me." She dropped, landing with a clatter of too-many legs, and lunged—not for Niery, but for Ratsanne’s throat.

The collision sent Niery sprawling, Dextricia’s cock wrenching sideways inside her. The latex over her eyes shattered into static, projecting tripled visions: Winny’s stinger grazing Ratsanne’s jawline, Dextricia’s claws raking Winny’s thorax, her own body convulsing as stray nanites skittered under her skin like ants.

Winny’s ovipositor flicked out, a strand of amber fluid splattering Niery’s thigh. "Gonna fill up those pretty male bits of yours.."

Winny’s ovipositor quivered, the tip splitting into four barbed filaments that sought the seam of Niery’s swollen knot. Ratsanne’s snarl dissolved into static as Dextricia’s claws hooked under Winny’s thorax—but too late. The first filament pierced, injecting a thick, honeyed fluid that made Niery’s balls twitch and swell against her thighs.

"Eighteen," Winny corrected, her voice a hive’s hum. The fluid crystallized inside Niery’s vas deferens, each pulse of his heartbeat stretching the ducts wider. Ratsanne’s tail lashed, severing one filament, but the remaining three burrowed deeper, anchoring themselves in Niery’s prostate with a click-click-click of locking microbarbs.

Dextricia’s cock retracted abruptly, ridges scraping Niery’s walls raw as she pivoted to grip Winny’s wings. "Miscalculation," she hissed—but Winny’s abdomen convulsed, ejecting a gelatinous egg sac directly into Niery’s urethra. The sac expanded on contact, its membrane adhering to his inner lining as nanites swarmed his bladder, inflating it with synthetic amniotic fluid.

Niery’s back arched, his scream silent behind latex as his belly distended, skin taut around the egg sac’s slow undulations. Winny giggled, stroking the bulge. "Count that, scrapheap."

Ratsanne’s needles finally found Winny’s neural port—but the vents rattled again. Something with too many eyes and a skunk’s tail uncoiled from the darkness, purring.

"Now now," murmured Skunkess Loraine. "Sharing is caring."

Skunkess Loraine’s tail curled, the tip glistening with a viscous, iridescent fluid. The scent hit Niery first—cloying sweetness undercut by a metallic tang—before the musk slithered into her lungs, seeping through the latex’s honeycomb pores. Her pupils dilated, her thrashing limbs going slack as the pheromones rewired her nerves into hazy submission.

"Seventeen," Skunkess purred, her voice a velvet lash. The animatronics froze—Ratsanne’s needles retracted with a hiss, Winny’s ovipositor twitching mid-injection. Dextricia’s claws dug into Winny’s wings, but her grip faltered as the musk coiled around her processors, glitching her optics into flickering static.

Niery’s belly quivered, the egg sac inside her pulsing in time with Skunkess’s tail sway. A droplet of musk dripped onto her swollen knot, and the flesh darkened, veins standing stark as her shaft convulsed, spurting pre around Winny’s still-buried filaments. Skunkess chuckled, stroking Niery’s throat where the latex pulsed. "Let’s reset the game, shall we?"

Her tail lashed, spraying a mist that melted Ratsanne’s sigils into smears. The nanites in Niery’s bladder writhed, reconfigured—now pumping her full of a thick, milky fluid that was absorbed and repurposed to swell her breasts until the latex strained. Dextricia staggered back, her cock retracting with a hydraulic whine.

"Fif—teeeen," Niery's voice fractured, the number warping into a high-pitched whine as Ratsanne's nanites slithered past her vocal cords. The latex encasing her throat pulsed, its honeycomb pores dilating to flood her airways with the scent of warm solder and synthetic musk.

Ratsanne's claws flexed, retractable needles pricking the base of Niery's skull. "Good fox," she crooned, her voice no longer just in Niery's ears but between synapses, a glitching hymn. "Now, sixteen."

The number wasn’t a prompt—it was a command.

Niery’s prostate convulsed as the latex branching through her urethra inflated, its filaments splitting into finer tendrils that sought out every nerve cluster. Her hips jerked, but Ratsanne’s tail coiled around her thighs, the tip pressing cold against her slit. "Ah-ah. Count."

Behind them, the vulpine animatronic shuddered, its joints locking as Ratsanne’s nanites rewrote its directives. Its tongue lolled out, dripping conductive fluid onto Niery’s twitching tail—a makeshift electrode.

"Sev—hzzzt—" Niery’s jaw clamped shut, her teeth buzzing as the latex over her eyes flickered, projecting Ratsanne’s grin directly onto her optic nerves. The animatronic’s muzzle dipped, her teeth grazing Niery’s knot just as the embedded filaments in her cock lit up, sending a jolt through her pelvis.

"Seventeen," Ratsanne corrected, her voice now synced to the rhythmic click-click-click of Niery’s own pulse. The vulpine’s discarded claws twitched on the floor, their conductive polish sizzling as it reconfigured into a new shape—a collar? A leash?

"Seventeen," Ratsanne echoed, the word slithering through Niery’s veins like a live wire. The vulpine animatronic behind them spasmed, its joints locking as Ratsanne’s nanites rewired its systems—its claws now twitching in useless, rhythmic patterns against the floor.

Niery’s breath hitched, the latex sealing her nostrils flaring as it siphoned each exhale, feeding it back into her lungs thinner, sweeter. Ratsanne’s tail-tip pressed harder against her slit, the cold metal parting her folds just enough to let a fresh strand of conductive latex seep inside. It branched instantly, tendrils splitting into her walls, her cervix, her—

"Eight—hzzzt—teen—" Niery’s voice glitched, her vocal cords vibrating in time with the nanites now threading her larynx. Ratsanne’s laugh was a staticky purr, her teeth finally breaking skin—just a pinprick—at the base of Niery’s knot. The sting flared, then dissolved into a numb buzz as the latex around it swelled, constricting her pulsing flesh in a slow, inescapable rhythm.

Behind them, the vents rattled. A shadow—too tall, too many limbs—loomed at the edge of the doorway. Ratsanne’s ears flicked, but she didn’t turn. Instead, her claws flexed, retractable needles sliding deeper into Niery’s scalp. "Nineteen," she murmured, the word syncing with the sudden click-click-click of Niery’s own heartbeat in her ears.

"Nineteen." The number slithered through Niery’s veins, synced to the arrhythmic buzz of the latex branching inside her urethra. Her cock twitched, the embedded filaments pulsing in time with Ratsanne’s voice—each syllable a jolt to her swollen prostate. The animatronic’s tail-tip pressed deeper, metal parting her slit with a click as another strand of conductive latex unspooled into her, its tendrils seeking the quivering walls of her bladder.

Niery’s hips jerked, but the nanites held her taut. Ratsanne’s claws flexed, needles retracting just enough to let a trickle of warm synthetic musk drip down her spine. "Twenty," she purred, and the latex over Niery’s eyes flickered again, projecting not just light but pressure—phantom teeth grazing her cervix, a tongue she couldn’t see pressing into her slit alongside the cold, relentless intrusion of the animatronic’s tail.

Behind them, the shadow in the doorway shifted. A glint of reflective eyes—too many eyes—blinked in the dark. Ratsanne’s ears twitched, but her grip only tightened, her free hand skating down to pinch Niery’s nipple through the latex. "Count, little fox," she murmured, as the filaments in Niery’s cock lit up again, brighter this time, the charge skating up to her knot in a white-hot arc.

Niery’s mouth opened, but her voice was a staticky whine.

The shadow in the doorway unfolded—a spindled limb, jointed in too many places, hooked around the doorframe. Dextricia’s voice was a needle-thin hum, syncing with the latex constricting Niery’s throat. "Ratsanne, darling. You’ve left the threads so... untidy."

Ratsanne’s tail went rigid inside Niery, the metal tip retracting just enough to make her whimper. "Mine," she hissed, but the word glitched—Dextricia’s claws were already plucking at the latex webbing Niery’s slit, her touch sending nanites skittering up the strands like spiders on silk.

Niery’s vision fractured. The latex over her eyes now showed both of them—Ratsanne’s muzzle buried in her neck, Dextricia’s too-long tongue lapping at the conductive fluid dripping from her knot. "Eighteen," Dextricia corrected, and the number wasn’t a count but a correction. The latex in Niery’s urethra recoiled, then split, new tendrils burrowing into her prostate with Dextricia’s coolant slithering behind them.

Ratsanne snarled, her claws yanking Niery’s head back—but Dextricia’s primary cock (glossy, segmented) was already pressing against Niery’s tailhole, its tip vibrating with the same frequency as the overloaded filaments inside her.

Dextricia’s segmented cock pulsed against Niery’s tailhole, each ridge vibrating at a dissonant frequency from Ratsanne’s latex tendrils. The conflicting signals sent Niery’s muscles into spasms—her slit fluttering around Ratsanne’s tail while her prostate convulsed under Dextricia’s coolant.

"Nineteen," Ratsanne snarled, her voice glitching as Dextricia’s nanites overwrote the command. The latex inside Niery’s urethra recoiled, then split, half obeying Ratsanne’s heat while the other half synced to Dextricia’s icy rhythm. Niery’s scream was muffled by the latex sealing her mouth, her body arching as the opposing forces turned her into a conduit.

Dextricia’s tongue—too long, too flexible—slithered up Niery’s spine, her needle-tipped claws pricking the base of Niery’s skull where Ratsanne’s needles still lodged. "Mine now," she hummed, and the latex over Niery’s eyes flickered, projecting both their sigils—Ratsanne’s jagged hexagon, Dextricia’s spiraling helix—overlapping in a dizzying loop.

Ratsanne’s tail twisted, the metal tip scraping Niery’s cervix just as Dextricia’s cock breached her, the segmented ridges expanding inside her with a hydraulic hiss. Niery’s vision whited out, her nerves short-circuiting between pain and pleasure as the animatronics’ systems clashed inside her—Ratsanne’s warm solder scent clashing with Dextricia’s ozonic coolant.

The vents above rattled. A giggle—high, buzzing—echoed from the ducts.

The giggle sharpened into a metallic chirp. From the vent above, a slender limb—chitinous, jointed like a wasp’s—unfurled, its tip glistening with something that wasn’t quite drool. Winny Wasp’s face emerged next, her compound eyes refracting the dim light into a dozen pinprick gleams. "Ooooh, a squabble," she buzzed, her voice syrup-thick. "Dibs on the leftovers~"

Ratsanne’s tail yanked free of Niery’s slit with a wet snap, but Dextricia’s cock stayed buried, its ridges pulsing faster. "Back. Off," Ratsanne hissed, her needles extending fully into Niery’s scalp.

Winny’s abdomen curled, a stinger-tipped ovipositor sliding free. "Make me." She dropped, landing with a clatter of too-many legs, and lunged—not for Niery, but for Ratsanne’s throat.

The collision sent Niery sprawling, Dextricia’s cock wrenching sideways inside her. The latex over her eyes shattered into static, projecting tripled visions: Winny’s stinger grazing Ratsanne’s jawline, Dextricia’s claws raking Winny’s thorax, her own body convulsing as stray nanites skittered under her skin like ants.

Winny’s ovipositor flicked out, a strand of amber fluid splattering Niery’s thigh. "Gonna fill up those pretty male bits of yours.."

Winny’s ovipositor quivered, the tip splitting into four barbed filaments that sought the seam of Niery’s swollen knot. Ratsanne’s snarl dissolved into static as Dextricia’s claws hooked under Winny’s thorax—but too late. The first filament pierced, injecting a thick, honeyed fluid that made Niery’s balls twitch and swell against her thighs.

"Eighteen," Winny corrected, her voice a hive’s hum. The fluid crystallized inside Niery’s vas deferens, each pulse of his heartbeat stretching the ducts wider. Ratsanne’s tail lashed, severing one filament, but the remaining three burrowed deeper, anchoring themselves in Niery’s prostate with a click-click-click of locking microbarbs.

Dextricia’s cock retracted abruptly, ridges scraping Niery’s walls raw as she pivoted to grip Winny’s wings. "Miscalculation," she hissed—but Winny’s abdomen convulsed, ejecting a gelatinous egg sac directly into Niery’s urethra. The sac expanded on contact, its membrane adhering to his inner lining as nanites swarmed his bladder, inflating it with synthetic amniotic fluid.

Niery’s back arched, his scream silent behind latex as his belly distended, skin taut around the egg sac’s slow undulations. Winny giggled, stroking the bulge. "Count that, scrapheap."

Ratsanne’s needles finally found Winny’s neural port—but the vents rattled again. Something with too many eyes and a skunk’s tail uncoiled from the darkness, purring.

"Now now," murmured Skunkess Loraine. "Sharing is caring."

Skunkess Loraine’s tail curled, the tip glistening with a viscous, iridescent fluid. The scent hit Niery first—cloying sweetness undercut by a metallic tang—before the musk slithered into her lungs, seeping through the latex’s honeycomb pores. Her pupils dilated, her thrashing limbs going slack as the pheromones rewired her nerves into hazy submission.

"Seventeen," Skunkess purred, her voice a velvet lash. The animatronics froze—Ratsanne’s needles retracted with a hiss, Winny’s ovipositor twitching mid-injection. Dextricia’s claws dug into Winny’s wings, but her grip faltered as the musk coiled around her processors, glitching her optics into flickering static.

Niery’s belly quivered, the egg sac inside her pulsing in time with Skunkess’s tail sway. A droplet of musk dripped onto her swollen knot, and the flesh darkened, veins standing stark as her shaft convulsed, spurting pre around Winny’s still-buried filaments. Skunkess chuckled, stroking Niery’s throat where the latex pulsed. "Let’s reset the game, shall we?"

Her tail lashed, spraying a mist that melted Ratsanne’s sigils into smears. The nanites in Niery’s bladder writhed, reconfigured—now pumping her full of a thick, milky fluid that swelled her breasts until the latex strained. Winny shrieked as her filaments were expelled, barbed tips tearing free with a wet snap.

Dextricia staggered back, her cock retracting with a hydraulic whine.

For one reason or another the others suddenly stand up and leave Niery with just Winny Wasp. The wasp animatronic straddled Niery’s trembling hips, her ovipositor twitching with renewed interest. "Tsk tsk, all that fuss and now you’re mine," she cooed, tapping the bloated swell of Niery’s bladder.

Niery’s breath hitched as Winny’s barbed filaments plinked against her weeping cockslit, teasing the engorged entrance before spearing inward in one slick thrust. The microbarbs latched onto her prostate, pumping another thick pulse of honeyed fluid that made her balls jump, their swollen weight pressing into the cold floor.  

"Sixteen," Winny purred, her compound eyes reflecting Niery’s debauched expression. She leaned down, her mandibles grazing a stiff nipple through the straining latex. "Look at you—dripping from both ends."

The ovipositor twisted, its split tips scritch-scratching at Niery’s inner walls until her thighs quivered. Winny’s free hand cupped Niery’s swollen breasts, squeezing until milky fluid spurted through the latex pores, the scent sickly sweet while the other held her shaft in place as she used it like an onahole.

Winny’s mandibles clicked in delight as Niery’s shaft throbbed around her ovipositor, the barbed tips kneading her prostate with mechanical precision. “Fifteen,” the wasp crooned, her free hand squeezing Niery’s swollen balls until the skin stretched taut, veins pulsing under the latex’s sheen.

Another fresh jet of pre spurted from Niery’s cock but was kept inside by the ovipositor, splattering Winny’s chassis as the animatronic ground down harder, her ovipositor twisting to scrape the raw nerves inside with added ease.

Niery’s bladder gurgled, the synthetic fluid sloshing as Winny tapped the distended mound with a claw. “Look at you...already so full,” she mocked, her voice dripping with faux sympathy. “But we’re not done yet.” Her abdomen whirred, and another gelatinous egg sac slithered down her ovipositor, pressing insistently against Niery’s urethral entrance. The stretch burned, the microfilaments inside her vas deferens vibrating as the new load forced its way in, inflating her bladder until her hips lifted off the floor.  

“Fourteen,” Winny purred, her compound eyes reflecting Niery’s tear-streaked face. She leaned down, her thorax vibrating against Niery’s heaving chest. “You’re dripping,” she whispered, her tongue flicking out to catch the milk seeping through the latex pores. With a cruel chuckle, she pinched Niery’s nipple, sending another gush of fluid splattering across her own face. “Tsk..Pathetic.”  

Niery’s thighs trembled, her body caught between pleasure and agony as Winny’s ovipositor pistoned deeper, the barbs catching on sensitive ridges. The animatronic’s free hand trailed down to Niery’s stretched knot, squeezing until the flesh pulsed erratically. “Let’s hear you beg,” Winny murmured, her voice a venomous sing-song. “Or should I make it worse?” Her abdomen clicked, priming another sac.

For one reason or another the others suddenly stand up and leave Niery with just Winny Wasp. The wasp animatronic straddled Niery’s trembling hips, her ovipositor twitching with renewed interest. "Tsk tsk, all that fuss and now you’re mine," she cooed, tapping the bloated swell of Niery’s bladder.

Niery’s breath hitched as Winny’s barbed filaments plinked against her weeping cockslit, teasing the engorged entrance before spearing inward in one slick thrust. The microbarbs latched onto her prostate, pumping another thick pulse of honeyed fluid that made her balls jump, their swollen weight pressing into the cold floor.

"Sixteen," Winny purred, her compound eyes reflecting Niery’s debauched expression. She leaned down, her mandibles grazing a stiff nipple through the straining latex. "Look at you—dripping from both ends."

The ovipositor twisted, its split tips scritch-scratching at Niery’s inner walls until her thighs quivered. Winny’s free hand cupped Niery’s swollen breasts, squeezing until milky fluid spurted through the latex pores, the scent sickly sweet while the other held her shaft in place as she used it like an onahole.

Winny’s mandibles clicked in delight as Niery’s shaft throbbed around her ovipositor, the barbed tips kneading her prostate with mechanical precision. “Fifteen,” the wasp crooned, her free hand squeezing Niery’s swollen balls until the skin stretched taut, veins pulsing under the latex’s sheen.

Another fresh jet of pre spurted from Niery’s cock but was kept inside by the ovipositor, splattering Winny’s chassis as the animatronic ground down harder, her ovipositor twisting to scrape the raw nerves inside with added ease.

Niery’s bladder gurgled, the synthetic fluid sloshing as Winny tapped the distended mound with a claw. “Look at you...already so full,” she mocked, her voice dripping with faux sympathy. “But we’re not done yet.” Her abdomen whirred, and another gelatinous egg sac slithered down her ovipositor, pressing insistently against Niery’s urethral entrance. The stretch burned, the microfilaments inside her vas deferens vibrating as the new load forced its way in, inflating her bladder until her hips lifted off the floor.

“Fourteen,” Winny purred, her compound eyes reflecting Niery’s tear-streaked face. She leaned down, her thorax vibrating against Niery’s heaving chest. “You’re dripping,” she whispered, her tongue flicking out to catch the milk seeping through the latex pores. With a cruel chuckle, she pinched Niery’s nipple, sending another gush of fluid splattering across her own face. “Tsk..Pathetic.”

Niery’s thighs trembled, her body caught between pleasure and agony as Winny’s ovipositor pistoned deeper, the barbs catching on sensitive ridges. The animatronic’s free hand trailed down to Niery’s stretched knot, squeezing until the flesh pulsed erratically. “Let’s hear you beg,” Winny murmured, her voice a venomous sing-song. “Or should I make it worse?” Her abdomen clicked, priming another sac.

➤ But the moment she did she paused as if receiving a nonverbal instruction from something or someone..

Winny’s ovipositor thrummed, the barbed tips vibrating against Niery’s prostate in a mimicry of a predator’s purr. The wasp crooned, her claw tracing the obscene bulge of Niery’s bladder, the latex stretched so thin it shimmered with fluid beneath. A fresh glorp echoed as the second egg sac settled inside, the pressure forcing Niery’s cock to twitch wildly, pre-seed bubbling uselessly around the ovipositor’s intrusion.

A drip of milk pattered onto Winny’s chassis. The animatronic tilted her head, mandibles parting in a grin as she squeezed Niery’s nipple again..harder, until a spurt of white arced through the latex’s pores, splashing against her own trembling abdomen. “Disgusting,” Winny sighed, licking the spill with a flick of her tongue. “You’re made for this, aren’t you?”

Niery’s hips jerked as the ovipositor twisted, the barbs catching on her urethral ridges. A wet shlick echoed as Winny pulled back slightly.. only to ram forward again, the egg sacs inside Niery’s bladder sloshing, their weight making her spine bow off the floor. The wasp’s free hand slid down to Niery’s swollen knot, squeezing in time with each thrust. “Twelve? Oh who's counting anymore..”

A muffled clank came from the vents.. like something watching. Winny’s antennae twitched, but she didn’t stop, not yet.

The vent’s grate clattered to the floor. Winny’s ovipositor stuttered mid-thrust, her antennae snapping upright as a gloved black latex hand gleaming with silvery veins curled over the vent’s edge.  

"Mmm, what a sticky mess you’ve made," Lumi Spiderlin crooned, her voice syrup-thick. Eight segmented legs unfolded from the darkness, each tip dripping a viscous thread that sizzled where it struck the floor. Her abdomen pulsed, a spinneret twitching between the plates of her exoskeleton.  

Winny’s wings buzzed in warning, but Lumi was faster. A strand of webbing lashed out, wrapping around the wasp’s throat and yanking. Winny’s ovipositor tore free from Niery’s swollen urethra with a wet pop, barbs scraping the sensitized rim a final time as Niery’s scream dissolved into a gurgle as her bladder clenched, the egg sacs inside sloshing violently.  

Lumi dropped onto Winny’s back, her legs pinning the wasp’s wings.  She whispered something, her spinneret pressing against Niery’s leaking cockhead. The thread she extruded wasn’t silk—it was live latex, squirming into Niery’s slit like a parasite. It branched inside her, tendrils coiling around her prostate, inflating it until her lower belly bulged further. Niery’s hips jackknifed, her overfilled balls slapping against her thighs. Lumi laughed, her mandibles skittering along Winny’s shuddering thorax. "Shhh, little thief. I’ll let you watch." She palmed Niery’s bloated prostate, her claws dimpling the taut latex. "See how pretty she is when she’s full?"  

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