Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. There was something sad about an abandoned children’s entertainment center in the best of times, but the context of what had happened here gave the building an air of melancholy. Wins let the cool evening breeze envelop him as he gazed at Freddy’s massive, welcoming grin plastered on the billboard above the door. The setting sun gave it a red glow, and the single flickering floodlight left highlighted those wide, robotic eyes. 


‘If none of it had ever happened, I still think this place would be creepy,’ the orca thought to himself. 


        Years ago, the place shut down after four children disappeared and the police tied them all to the pizzeria. Rumors spread that the kids were stuffed in the mascot performer suits, and their souls still haunted them. Each night they’d reactivate and roam the halls where they’d been killed, forever searching for the one who’d murdered them. The string of missing security guards added to the mystery, cementing Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria’s place as an urban legend.


        Wins, of course, knew the truth.


        A sudden burst of strings - Vivaldi’s ‘Four Seasons’ - pulled Wins out of his musings and back to reality. It was 8pm, the start of his shift. He’d normally start his ‘day’ at midnight, but with management unable to keep guards late he found himself covering more and more. It was fine by him: he didn’t have much of a life outside of work at the moment, and the money was good. With a sigh, Wins slid the phone into his pocket and approached the front door. He took a short peek through the window before cautiously opening the door and sliding in. It closed behind him with a ‘click’. 


        The crisp, fresh air of the night vanished as he entered, replaced by a slap of hot, humid air. It carried the smell of rot, of decay, and of something else entirely. He suppressed his urge to gag and made his way down the main hall, shining his light into each empty room to ensure there were no squatters. Tattered streamers hung like spiderwebs from the rotting drop-in ceiling. Signs of rot permeated the crown molding. Filth and grime scraped beneath his feet with every step. 


        He paused as he passed the main stage to train his flashlight on the deactivated performers standing there. Freddy the bear stood with his friends Bonnie and Chica by his side, posed as if frozen mid-performance. They were right where they were supposed to be. Over in Pirate Cove, Foxy stood just behind the tattered curtain, peeking out furtively from the safety of his den. It made him look almost shy. Or scared.


        A bead of sweat trickled down his back, and the guard cursed Fazbear Management for what felt like the hundredth time since he’d started just a few weeks ago. Winter was breaking, but no one had been out to adjust the thermostat accordingly. It made the place like a sauna - and intensified the rot hanging in the air, making things even worse.


        Nothing for it but to deal. He shook his head one more time and made his way back to the ‘safety’ of the Security Office. The ancient chair puffed out a cloud of dust as he plopped down on it. Fans whirred, hard drives clicked, and the monitors crackled as they flickered to life. Just have to wait for the system to boot up, and… there. 


        Wins clicked through the camera, barely paying attention as the feed showed him room after room. Things never changed this quickly. Main, good. Party room, good. Mechanical room, good. Pirate Cove, good. Well, except that he couldn’t see Foxy peeking through the curtains.


        Wait-


        “Fuck!” Wins leapt for the door as the clanging of Foxy’s frantic sprint grew loud in his ear, but he was too late. Foxy flashed through the door just as it closed. The orca stumbled back onto his chair. Foxy leapt, and -


        “FUCK!” Wins swore again as Foxy’s heft metal body tipped over the chair and slammed them both into the ground. The orca’s skull smacked the concrete. What followed wasn’t the evisceration Wins expected the first time he encountered Foxy – instead came a peal of almost hyena-like laughter as the animatronic rolled off him. 


        “I got ye!” he crowed. “I got ye every night this week, lad!” 


        Wins sat up with a groan, rubbing the back of his head. “Yeah, yeah,” he groused. “I almost got you though.”


        “Door almost got me, ‘tis true,” Foxy admitted with a grin, “but it didn’t!” 


        But it didn’t. For once, just once, Wins wished he’d have heard the clang of Foxy running full force into the door rather than his scream as he leapt. He took the fox’s offered hand and hoisted himself to his feet. Sharp throbs complained in the back of his head. 


        “You’re gonna have to cut that out.” The chair squeaked as the orca lowered himself down onto it. “You keep slamming my head into the concrete.”


        “And so?” Foxy tipped his head. 


        Wins shot him a look. “And so, it hurts! Like a bitch!”


        Foxy’s eyes widened with comprehension. “Oh! Ah sorry mate, I right forgot about that. Been a while since I felt things like that, you know?”


        Oh, he knew. Foxy didn’t hide how much he missed having a real body. Of all the animatronics, he was the one who remembered being alive the most. “Well you’d better start. I got a hell of a headache because of you.”


        “Oh, do ye now?” Foxy grinned, exposing his mouthful of sharp teeth. “Well, reckon I got something back in the cove that could help ye. If you wanna come with, that is.”


        “Really.” That was a likely story. Wins got up anyways though, adjusting the twitching bulge in his pants. Pirate Cove had no medical supplies, but it had one thing that the orca craved right now - a couch to get railed on. 


        He took the pirate’s hook. “Lead on.”




—


        Wins kept a wary eye out as Foxy led him through the halls. Freddy, Bonnie and Chica more or less had left him alone since Foxy had taken a liking to him, but those first terrifying nights hung heavy in the back of his mind. If the pirate hadn’t caught him jacking to porn that third night, who knows what would have happened? Or could still happen? After that he only caught glimpses of figures in the shadows - Bonny’s eyes, Chica’s beak, or sometimes, Freddy’s belly and bulge.


        Since then they’d spent most their nights in Pirate Cove, Foxy’s private place away from the other animatronics. More often than not they ended up fucking most of the night, but Wins considered that a win - fucked in exchange for not getting fucked with? No downsides. 


        Well, except having to be in the Cove itself. The orca wrinkled his nose as they stepped past the curtains into Pirate Cove itself. Once, long ago, it was a small, clean stage with not even a prop for Foxy to work with. That changed the moment the place closed. 


        Piles of empty pizza boxes littered the ground, surrounded by stale slices and crumbs. There were a few grease-stained books here and there, as well as a pile of rancid clothes. Wins had never seen Foxy wear anything but a ragged jockstrap, but the pile shifted around from day to day so he must be putting them on at some point. Cumstains littered the rotting wood floor. In the corner, a wood-paneled box television buzzed. There was some game Wins didn’t recognize on pause - an RPG by the looks of it.


        In the very center was Foxy’s crowning achievement - a four-seat fabric couch. Lord knew where Foxy found it, let alone how he dragged it up on the stage, but it served as a place to relax, a place to sleep, and when Wins was over, a place to fuck. The guard didn’t exactly like it - it was rotting, covered in rancid cum stains, and somehow always felt wet - but he could deal with it while Foxy’s fat canine cock tunneled his hole. Truthfully, he was beginning to enjoy the scent. The entire place smelled like rotten cum, sour sweat and generic filth and trash, but with every mindblowing orgasm, Wins associated it more and more with arousal. Sometimes he woke up craving Foxy’s soiled jockstrap around his face. 


Wins plopped down on the least cum-soaked part of the couch and turned towards Foxy to speak, only for the vulpine’s wet jock to splat him in the face. The heady scent made him gag as he peeled the rancid jockstrap off his face. Thick strands of yellowed, rotten cum webbed between him and the fabric.


“Jesus, Foxy,” he said. “Couldn’t even wait for a little foreplay?”


“My jock is all the foreplay ye need, stinkslut,” Foxy said with a grin. “Don’t think I didn’t notice the way you swiped my last jock.” Wins’ cheeks burned. “When ye only have three or four pieces of clothing, landlubber, it’s much easier to see one that’s missing.” 


        Damn. He hadn’t thought of that when he’d snuck it out a few days back. Wins was tempted to apologize, but Foxy’s grin let him know he didn’t mind. The urge disappeared entirely as Foxy’s fat, sloppy sheath began to swell and ooze precum. Now ‘this’ was why he came to work every day.


        Wins slid onto his knees and crawled to Foxy, eyes trained on his throbbing, swelling prize. “Well it isn’t just your jocks I’m fond of,” he murmured. The orca gripped Foxy’s thighs and nuzzled up against his heavy sack. His eyes fluttered as he reveled in his partner’s sour musk, pressing his nose against his taint and taking a deep, long huff. 


        Precum dribbled out onto Wins’ head as Foxy’s cock slid out of its sheath, quickly throbbing to full mast from Wins’ eager attention. Foxy held in a moan as the orca began to slurp at his taint, the warm, wet tongue sending shivers up his spine. As his kisses and licks began to work their way up from the taint to the balls, however, the pirate pulled back.


        “Foxy?” Wins furrowed his brows as he looked up at the fox. “Are you not in the mood?”


        “Oh, believe me I am!” The pirate laughed. “But we gotta fix your headache first!”


        “Like actually?” The orca had just assumed that was code for ‘come to my place and fuck’. He’d never considered Foxy was actually trying to take care of him. “...huh. I mean, sure, but it’s not like you have any aspirin. I think the only thing that could really distract me from it is - hey!”


        As Wins leaned forward to segue into another round worship, Foxy held him back more firmly. “Yeah, I know, and believe me I want your throat wrapped around my knot as much as you do, but I feel bad about banging your head, so I wanna try banging your head to help!”


        It took a moment to piece together what the fox was saying. “You… wanna brainfuck me?” he said finally.


        “It helps headaches, trust me! I read it in a magazine once.”


““But that’s…” Hot. It was hot. “But that’s super dangerous, isn’t it?”


        Foxy shrugged. “I mean, Freddy does it to Bonnie all the time, and Bonnie’s just fine. And Bonnie won’t stop talking about how good it feels!” 


        Wins considered it. The possibility of brainfucking had started as an internet rumor, the same sorta urban legend as certain singers removing ribs to suck themselves off or the idea that a ‘dutch oven’ was an actual thing people did. Videos of people actually doing it had begun to pop up online a few months back though, and once there was proof it was possible, the practice spread like wildfire among the kink community. Proponents said it was the wildest rush you could experience, it was almost addicting with how good it felt for both parties. Opponents said it was dangerous, and while there was no proof, there were stories of people losing intelligence, their personalities changing, or even losing all continence. 


        His cautious nature told him to not even think about trying it, but the thought of Freddy’s cock pumping in and out of Bonnie’s ears made his cock swell. The bear was an absolute beast, and if Bonnie was able to take it without any side effects, maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. 


“Well?” Foxy waggled his cock teasingly, tapping it against the side of Wins’ head. “I won’t do anything you don’t want, but I’m not gonna pretend I don’t wanna feel your smarts wrapped around my cock. And c’mon you can’t tell me you aren’t curious - I know I am. Just a little won’t hurt, right?”


“Well….” Wins hesitated. “I supposed a ‘little’ won’t hurt…”


        That was good enough for Foxy. He grabbed Wins by the chin and turned his head for easier access to that tight-looking hole. The orca yelped in surprise and tried to resist a little, only to find that he really couldn’t budge if Foxy didn’t want him to. 


        “You’ll, you’ll stop if I, like, start acting weird, right? And you promise to take it slow?”


        “Hmn? Oh, yeah, yeah.” Foxy muttered as he lined up his cock with Wins’ ear. Then he slammed balls-deep inside. 


        Wins let out a gasp of pain which immediately melted into a deep throated moan. His hands started shaking, his eyes rolled back, and his jaw fell slack as his tongue lolled out onto his chin. The drool started immediately, and as Foxy kept his cock hilted deep inside, the orca’s posture slowly slumped and relaxed. He gurgled a little bit, and his jaw worked like he was trying to say something. “Unn… hnnng…. unnnnghhh…”


        Foxy waved his hand in front of Wins’ face. No response.


        With a shrug, he started slamfucking Wins’ ears. 


        It was hard for Wins to comprehend what was going on. He was aware of a wave of pain concentrated in his ear, but that quickly dissipated. There was nothing for a moment, then a wave of pleasure spreading across his body. 


        He wasn’t really aware of anything after that exactly - he could dimly see Foxy’s waving paw and hear the dumb little noises he was making, but he couldn’t or wouldn’t do anything about them. His focus was on the pleasure washing over him, and the way his thoughts seemed to stretch, melt, and then pop away as soon as he had them. It was absolute bliss.


        Wet plaps filled the air as Foxy mercilessly railed his friend’s brains out. The gurgles and drool only made the twisted fox harder, and it was difficult not to cum right there. He might have if he wasn’t curious how far it would go. Rotten cum and straight up smegma started slopping from his cock directly into the orca’s brain, and as it soaked in the orca degraded more.


        A wide, stupid grin spread across his face. His eyes, already rolled back, began to glaze over as the few thought he was able to hold onto began to slip away from him. Each thrust brought with it another set of intelligence tainted - one thrust and the memory of his family popped, leaving disjointed recollections of his parents and siblings tainted with smegma. Pleasant holidays turned disgusting, filled with scenes of his father loading his pants with shit and his mother openly fingerfucking her nose. Wins accordingly let out a long, wet burst of gas, turtling a log just begging to plop out, and slowly he slid a finger deeeep inside his left nostril. Snot began to drip out as his body’s physiology warped to focus on filth production, a byproduct of the smegma’s corruption. Decency, normal behavior, and his schooling all melted and drained away with every thrust.


        Foxy tipped his head as Wins’ posture sagged further and he slid a second finger up his nostrils. “You’re fucking disgusting, ya know that?” he teased. Apparently his fuckbuddy was a weird, kinky fucker.


There was no response but a long, wet “Hnnnnghnnnnng…”


        He… he was just kinky, right? “Hey Wins. Are you doing alright?”


        “Gnnghhhhhhuunnn…” Wins gurgled in response. A wet patch appeared on his pants as his overfilled bladder finally gave out. The scent of acrid piss mixed with the general stench of the room. Yellow rivulets poured through his fabric and created a growing puddle on the floor. 


        “Alright, I’ve seen enough.” Foxy pulled his cock out with a wet ‘plop’ and draped it on Wins’ face. Pink little bits of brain matter dribbled off his red shaft. No matter how hot it was, Foxy wasn’t sure how to feel about Wins’ behavior. Bonny sure didn’t act like that when Freddy was using him.


        He waved his paw over Wins’ face. “Wins? Buddy, you there?”


        Slowly, almost as if rebooting, intelligence returned to Wins’ eyes. He blinked once, again, and straightened up. Dim comprehension of his state settled on him, and he slowly pulled his fingers out of his nose. A small flood of chunky snot plopped onto his lips - he licked it up without thinking about it. Unfortunately he was too late to stop himself from completely flooding his uniform.


        “Fuh… F-foxy? Why’d you stop?” He felt empty. So empty. “Get back, push back in, I want more, I need more!”


        Foxy took a step back to avoid Wins’ clumsy grabs. “Wins, are you alright? You’re acting really weird.”


        “...I am?” The orca looked down at himself. He’d already realized he’d pissed himself, but what was..? “Right. Right, uh… right, that’s… this is weird. And gross.” His cock twitched inside his soaked underwear. “S-So, so gross.” 


        It sure didn’t sound like Wins was disgusted by it. 


        “You asked me to stop if you acted weird, and uh… well, you are. Bonny never acts like this with Freddy. D’ya think we should stop? Maybe real people react differently an’ all.”


        “No!” The vehemence of his response surprised even Wins. “No. I mean… it feels so goooood, and, and I feel empty. I-I’m sure none of this is per… perma… forever. Please, I just… I need you to finish in me. I need to finish with you in me!” Wins grabbed Foxy by the ass as he pleaded, yanking him towards him. “Please!”


        “Whoa, whoa, slow down there!” Foxy stumbled a bit, almost sinking his cock right into the orca’s ear again. “Are you… if you’re sure, I’ll keep going, but… but do you want me to stop if you start acting weirder?”


        “No!” Wins said immediately. Both of their cocks twitched at the orca’s insistence. 


        Foxy looked down at his throbbing, needy cock… and the mess on the floor. “Alright, we’ll keep going - but I need to do something first. Chica has a stash of diapers for, uh… reasons, and I think you’re gonna need them. Hold on.”


“B-But-!” The orca’s protest trailed off as Foxy slipped offstage, leaving him alone with his thoughts. Indignation at being denied his cock was quickly overwhelmed by his tainted libido, and he busied himself with pulling his soaked pants off and groping his tapered pink cock. The forceful arousal overloading Wins’ tattered mind threatened to make him cum at the slightest touch, but something in him forced orgasm away. No cumming, no release, only more arousal, more horny, more, more! 


He gritted his teeth and groaned as he tensed his cock, forcing the surging flood of cum to stay trapped inside his cock. An intensity that would have broken even the normal version of Wins wracked his body, every inch of skin tingling and his breath stuttering, but he managed to hold fast and come through it. It left his body, leaving him a little tired and his groin aching. The temptation to flop down from exhaustion was strong, but he was back at it after only a moment’s break. 


        Sheer force of will staved off orgasm a third, fourth, fifth time, each rush stronger than the last but each rest longer as well. Though the denied orgasms grew more and more mind-melting each time, the extended break between them actually allowed the orca to recover a bit. Gooey, stringy thoughts pulled back together, and some of his higher instincts came back online. After the seventh climax denied, something important finally occurred to Wins.


        Should I be doing this?


        His hand froze halfway to his cock. Should he? Wins’ brows furrowed as he straightened up and looked around. This… wasn’t normal, right? It shouldn’t be this hard to think. He shouldn’t have been making those noises. He should have been disgusted. And he certainly shouldn’t be pissing his pants. When Foxy got back, maybe he should-


        “Wins!” Foxy stepped through the curtains and back onto the stage, a handful of plush diapers in hand. “I’m back, you dumb horny animal. Let’s get you padded up and get back to the fun, yeah?”


        The thought died before it finished as Wins turned towards his vulpine friend. The bright yellow decorations of the diaper distracted him further, and if that wasn’t enough, Foxy’s swinging, dripping cock was. That familiar heady musk filled the air, and Wins groaned a bit as his hand slipped back to his neglected cock. No thoughts. No worries. Just pleasure.


        “Oh no ya don’t.” Foxy said as he approached. He tossed the diapers to the side and planted used his foot to knock the orca’s hand away. “You don’t get to touch that. Don’t want you cumming and ruining the fun, do we?”
        
        He pressed his foot against Wins’ cheek and pushed him to the ground, putting a little weight on it as he wriggled his grimy toes. A thin layer of grease mixed with the dust of the abandoned pizzeria coated the bottom of his feet, but instead of grimacing at it as expected, Wins let out a half-formed moan and nuzzled his face against it.


        “Oh, you like feet now, eh?” Foxy pressed his sole flat against the orca’s face, who started slurping at it in return. “Never figured you for a pawslut. I’ll have to keep that in mind… but for now.” He dragged his foot down Wins’ body and rested it against the orca’s leaking, throbbing member. 


        Any normal day, Wins would have protested this treatment. He would have insisted there was no need to diaper him up, it was a one time thing, it wasn’t going to happen again - but instead he just let out a contented little huff as Foxy fluffed out the diaper and slid it under his friend’s hips. Crinkling plastic comforted the orca’s frazzled brain, and he relaxed just enough for Foxy to fold the front over his groin, adjust, and quickly pull the four tapes secure. 


After a quick check of the leak guard, he tucked in stray plastic and tugged here and there until perfection. The yellow-trimmed diaper was the picture of perfection, appropriately clinging to the waist of a mumbling, drooling idiot - at least, a temporary idiot. 


        “Got enough practice on Chica, I reckon,” Foxy explained to the uncomprehending Wins. “Even a squirmy, horny dummy like you don’t pose a challenge at this point.”


        Foxy bent down and hoisted Wins to his knees. “Alright buddy, you want to keep going?”


        Wins looked up at Foxy with hazy, unfocused eyes. The crinkling diaper hugging his waist, the precum oozing into the churned-up mass, and the musky haze radiating off Foxy’s musky, greasy cock all made it an easy decision. “Y…Y-Yes, yes please! I wan more cock! I need you back inside me, please!”


        “That’s what I thought.” Foxy laughed and pressed the tapered tip of his cock up against Wins’ nostrils. The orca let out a surprised groan as it slowly stretched around the thickness of the tip. Precum spurted deep up his nose and oozed out the other nostril, mixed with dark green ooze. It was almost as if he were getting a sinus cleaning. 


        It didn’t hurt at all, even as Foxy rocked his cock deeper in, and as the thick midpoint plunged in he could even feel that good, buzzy brainfuck feeling he so craved, but the strangeness of the act finally registered for Wins. “Nnnh… stah… stop, hold on!” He tapped Foxy’s side to try and get his attention. “Foxy!”


        Foxy paused but didn’t pull out. He looked down at Wins with a grin. The nightguard looked so, so fucking hot like that - nostril stretched and plugged, eyes glazed and unfocused, face covered in snot and cum. “Yeah? What’s up, Wins?”


        Broken, leaking thoughts bounced around in Wins’ head, and it took him a moment to re-gather what he was concerned about. “I… nnhhh, I uh, I wanted more brainfucking, I didn’t… w-why my nose?”


        “Because it’s hot.” Foxy rocked his hips and sank his cock a further inch in, eliciting a guttural moan from the orca. “Because snot makes a good lube, and you’re a sexy fucktoy.” 


As good as the reasoning was, Foxy could tell it wasn’t convincing enough. A little shred of normalcy desperately hung on. “Of course I could always pull out if you want,” he said. “Would be a shame though… I told Freddy what we were doing and he said he wanted in.” Wins gasped. Just the thought of Freddy’s thick body against his was enough to make his diapertent twitch. “Don’t worry though! I’ll tell him you’re not interested in his thick, smelly cock anymore.”


“I wouldn’t say it’s smelly.” A deep bass voice rumbled from just outside the curtain. “It’s got character.”


        Wins gasped as a massive figure stepped through the curtain and towered over them both. It was Freddy: the danger in the shadows finally stood in front of him in full, beefy glory. Shattered memories and melted thoughts shocked back to life and morphed together to form something new. The fear of that first night, the trepidation of Freddy’s constant threat, the shameful arousal whenever he glanced the bear’s crotch. It was not just fear, not even apprehension coming to life in the orca’s sundered mind, but full adoration.


        And lust.


        “Freddy, your cock stinks and if you don’t think so, you’re dumb or lying.”


        They both ignored Foxy as Freddy stepped in front of Wins. They regarded each other: Freddy’s eyes searched down the orca’s smooth curves, his throbbing diaper-tent, and he liked what found. For Wins, ‘like’ didn’t do it justice. Every inch of Freddy’s body - his massive belly, his sweaty pits, his massive biceps and especially his girthy, smegma-dripping cock - was like seeing God for the first time. What little ability remained in Wins to speak left him. He opened his mouth and let out a squeak.


        “Cute lil’ guy. See why you like him.” Freddy rumbled. He gripped Wins by the jaw and inspected his head. Bits of cum and brain dribbled from his pre-fucked ears. One of his nostrils gaped and oozed snot. His eyes were dull and bloodshot, and he wore a broad, empty grin. The bear grinned back and smacked his cock against the orca’s cheek. Wins tried to open his maw and take it in, but his coordination was severely lacking.


        “I really like him,” Foxy agreed with a smile. “But, y’know, I guess he’s really not into-”


        Freddy couldn’t care less about if Foxy was teasing or telling the truth. The words barely had left his mouth before the bear jerked Wins’ head to the side and lined up his cock. His earhole was gaping, but compared to the bear’s throbbing girth it was positively virgin. 


        Foxy blinked . “N-Now uh, now Freddy, I’m sure he’s actually into it but don’t you think we should-”


        “Shut up.”


        He closed his mouth.


        Freddy sighed. “Better.” He glanced towards Foxy. “Now I’m gonna use your toy until I’m bored no matter what you say. You gonna join me or you gonna watch?” 


        There was no third option. Freddy dwarfed Foxy. Even if he tried to stop him, all it would take is a casual swing of his massive arm to send Foxy flying into his TV again. It had taken so long to find a new one last time, and Wins looked like he was enjoying it so much… he probably wanted it. Right?


        Foxy pressed his cock tip against Wins’ undefiled nostril. “Let’s, uh… let’s get at it.”


        Wins let out an open mouthed groan as Freddy sank his thick cock into his ears. His eyes rolled back as his thoughts exploded into gooey soup once more, bursting before he had the chance to even comprehend them. Freddy’s chunky smegma dripped into the warmth of his tattered brain, invading those exposed thoughts.


        The effects were immediate: the orca sighed as a loud hiss filled the air, followed quickly by an even louder crackling. His legs spread as log after log of shit plopped inside, mixing with the piss flooding the diaper’s sap. The sticky warmth enveloped his cock, and his hands wandered down to squish the mush against it. 


        Freddy watched this all with an amused grin while he got used to the human’s warm, slimy earhole. “Fuckin’ cute,” he rumbled. “So much better than Bonny, he’s got fluff for brains. This is that real shit.” As if to illustrate his point, a few chunks of grey matter plopped out from Wins’ ruined nostril and onto his lips. He slurped it in and chewed on it with a moan.

        So that was the difference between the two! Bonny’s brain was more of a concept than a real thing, whereas Wins’ was… real. Foxy grimaced as Freddy began to thrust. Every inch slammed in was another bit of his friend being replaced by… what exactly? Was this even okay to do? 
        
        He felt something warm on his paws. Wins had already flooded his diaper to leaking, and a steady stream of piss streamed out between his legs, forming a growing puddle around them. The fox’s eyes followed it back to its source to linger on Wins’ padding. The yellow trim blended in with the piss and nearly hid Wins’ throbbing cock tent. He followed a thick strand of snot up to Wins’ twitching, gurling, grinning face and his bloodshot eyes.

        “Hey fox, are ya joining or what?” The bear grunted between thrusts.


        Something stirred deep inside Wins. A glimpse of land in a sea of froth of his sloshing thoughts. He grabbed onto it and held as firmly as he could. 


        Foxy watched as Wins, with visible effort, focused his eyes on his friends. He gave Foxy a brief smile - a genuine smile, not a blissed out, brainless grin - and took his friend’s hand. 


        “Wins?” Foxy almost whispered it. 


        Wins couldn’t really nod - hard to do so with a cock thrusting in and out your ear - but he held the fox’s hand to his cheek and rubbed against it. With his other hand he groped Foxy’s cheek and pulled him forward, pressing his crotch against his nose.


        He really was serious about this. It shouldn’t surprise Foxy, given how much enjoyment he seemed to be getting from it, but they’d never talked about anything that would even hint towards Wins being this gross and kinky. Freddy’s grunts grew louder in his ear as he hesitated


        The orca’s grip on the thought loosened. He let out a low, drooling moan and his expression began to slacken again. He positioned Foxy’s tip against his nostril and pushed the first inch in. 


        “Ff-fuuhck…” The word dripped from Foxy’s mouth automatically as that warm, gooey hole hugged his cock. That did it for any further uncertainty: the canine slowly forced his cock into the undefiled nostril, tunneling deeper into Wins’ skull with every inch. Soon his nostril pressed the base of Foxy’s knot. The fox gave his friend one more grin before - pop! - forcing it inside. His tip dove deep into Wins’ brain and jostled his hold on that one final thought.


        Wins let go of it with a satisfied sigh and surrendered himself to the disgusting vortex overtaking his brain. 


        Foxy rolled his hips, torn between enjoying Wins’ warm, tight snout and watching him change. The orca’s eyes glazed over before rolling back again, and his mouth fell wide open. His tongue lolled out, and he started to bounce against the growing mess in his diaper.


“D… dnn…” Wins tried to form a word, a particular noise, but there was something stopping him. “Dnn… durnnnff…” His breathing became ragged, like someone close to orgasm. Something was trying to come out, but it was like there was a mental lock blocking it, a final failsafe. The rhythmic pounding of foxy’s fat cock slammed that mental lock again and again. He mumbled it again and again as that failsafe crumbled and fell apart.


“Dnn… duhrnn…” A final swallow before the dam burst. 


“Durrrrrr!” The noise flooded out of him, and once one got out they all started following. “Durr! Nnghuuhh, duhhhrrrr, DURRR, huuhnngggg durr-uUURRR!” Every syllable came with a burst of relief and a  wave of pure happiness and pleasure. 


        All at once Wins’ pleasure triggered theirs as well. Foxy and Freddy let out loud snarls and moans as they burst inside Wins’ skull, flooding it with thick, yellowed cum. The orca gurgled and moaned as seed poured out his free nostril and his ears, mixed with bits of brain and chunks of snot. His own diaper flooded with seed too, but that orgasm was nothing compared to the pure mental pleasure wracking his very being. 
        The sound of cum splattering on the ground mixed with Freddy and Foxy’s exhausted pants and moans, as well as Wins’ happy little retard coos. Earthy scents of shit mixed with the acrid tang of piss and sex to make something equal parts erotic and revolting. It was almost enough to make one gag - Foxy and Freddy enjoyed it, but even they felt their stomachs churn. 


        “Well fuck,” Freddy said matter of factly. He pulled his cock out of Wins’ earhole with a wet slurp and draped it across his face. “Think we broke your toy, Foxy. Didn’t think you had it in ya.”


        “Dunno if I’d call it broken.” Foxy did the same, plopping his still-throbbing shaft against Freddy’s. His balls rested on Wins’ lips, and he shuddered as the orca started to lap at it. “I feel like Wins is enjoying this.”


        “Yeah?” The bear gave Wins’ head a tousle, eliciting a giggling ‘hurr’ from him. “Either way, can’t send this dummy back out. Normally I’d say we take care of him, same way we do everyone else, but-”


        “Oh, are we finally killing the night guard?” Bonnie’s voice gave both animatronics a start. The blue rabbit ducked through the curtain, only to stop dead once he saw the state of Wins. 


Chica slipped in behind. “Hey! That’s my diaper!”


        Foxy flinched a bit. “I’m sorry, it’s just, I mean Wins was-, and, and I had to-, uh”


        Freddy gave Foxy a look. Foxy shut his mouth.


        “Well anyways, I don’t think we’re killing him. Just taking care of him. We could use a new fucktoy around here, right Foxy?”


        The fox’s hole throbbed at past experiences. If it gave him a break and kept his friend alive… “Right. I think Wins is going to fit right in.”


— — —


        It’s one thing to hear of an urban legend. It’s quite another to become part of one yourself. No one noticed when Wins failed to come home. When he failed to report that night, the management company informed the police. There was a cursory investigation, but no one expected anything to turn up. The police didn’t even bother to come to the Pizzeria: they’d lost far too many good men that way to try it again. 


        For a while there were rumors of another disappearing security guard, and all the forums flared to life with this new information. By and by, however, interest faded and Wins became nothing more than a footnote in a wikipedia article… at least, as far as the outside world was concerned. 


        For the animatronics, he became a central part of their lives. For weeks Wins was almost constantly being filled one way or another. Every one of his holes were put to good use, and they quickly realized he worked as a disposal pretty well, too. The dumb, horny babbed-out guard was eager to swallow anything they fed him, from pizza to trash, piss and shit. Even after the novelty wore off, he was still treated well: Chica didn’t care much about him one way or another, and Freddy loved getting off in the dumb slut’s brains two or three times a week. 


Foxy, however, never stopped doting on him. From nigh-hourly load dumping in one of his favorite holes to cuddles, kisses and naps, the fox was practically joined at the hip with Wins. Everything the orca wanted, he got. Pizza, nachos, changes, a cock or just cuddles, Foxy was devoted to his loving new playmate. They even liked the same games - Wins never recovered much of his intelligence, but there was enough to provide a fair challenge in a racer. Puzzlers were out of the question though.


        Unfortunately, no one ever found out what really happened to Wins, not even the replacement guard. Luckily for the poor guy, the animatronics had cooled on the whole ‘murder and destroy the new night guard’ routine due to their positive experience with Wins, so all it took was one scare for an understanding to be reached: the guard stays in his security room, and the animatronics would let him stay. 


        For Wins, all of this was bliss. He had all the cock he could want, all the stink he needed, playmates and immediate diaper changes. The pizza boxes and used diapers piled up in Foxy’s Pirate Cove, but that just made it feel more like home to the orca. He never worried about money, rent, or the outside world again. In fact, he never worried at all: that part of him had been fucked away forever by Freddy’s fat, rancid cock. If Wins’ intelligence could be restored, it was a guarantee that he would do it all over again.