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After hours of running around the giant Pizzaplex, Gregory was growing exhausted with each passing moment. His all-too short legs barely getting him from location to location and his eyelids grew heavy. It was about 3:00 AM, way past his bedtime. He slowed down, no longer running and the speed withered away into a light jog, before stopping all together. His hands gripped his knees, heaving in deep breaths. "nng..." he groaned with a huff. "Gregory?" Freddy's clunking footsteps fell short behind him, "Are you alright? Would you like to take a break and rest?" Freddy placed his hand on the smell boys’ shoulder, his knees bent so they could see eye-to-eye.
Gregory was tiny, clearly underdeveloped and underfed. Gregory relaxed under the gentle, reassuring pressure of Freddy's hand. "Uhm..." He eyes fell down to the ground, looking at his sneakers. "I think so... I'm sleepy..."
Freddy nodded, ears bobbing in understanding. "Would you like to rest inside my chest cavity?" he started, "Or maybe we could find a safe location nearby. I know it is worrisome that my friends are chasing us, but I'm sure something just overcame them. They want you to be safe just as much as I do. But with them being.... difficult," he cringed thinking about it. "Maybe my chest cavity is safest... Although, I worry the wires will harm you... You are small, but if you happen to fall asleep, what if you get hurt? I'll leave the option up to you, alright?"
Freddy gave the boy a friendly smile, nothing intimidating about him. "Uhm... I'd like too..." Gregory began, his thoughts trailing off-- "Let's... find somewhere close! I'll try not to fall asleep... I'm sure running around is tiring..." Gregory wrings his fingers together, fidgeting. "Ah, I am a robot! Running around does drain my battery a bit, but it'll be alright!" Freddy reassured, carding his large fingers through the boys' hair. "Let's go, Superstar!" Freddy gently heaved Gregory up into his arms, walking around a few corridors underground, before settling for a storage closet.
The two sat on the ground, Gregory curled up in Freddy's lap. "Mmm... Th-Thank you..." Gregory hummed, yawning. "For what, Superstar?" Freddy sat straight; arms protectively wrapped around the boys' much smaller frame. "For... for protecting me..." Gregory's face flushed, embarrassed by his thoughts. "Oh, of course, Gregory. I want to keep you safe more than anything." Freddy's spoke with earnest, pressing his robotic muzzle to Gregory's hair. "Rest for bit, I will hold you for safety." Freddy smiled, as Gregory nuzzled closer into Freddy's body; his eyes slowly fluttering closed. A soft huff left him, as his breathing became steady.
Freddy's eyes closed, his ears twitching to attention; listening for any noises from his friends. Somewhere within his codes, unbeknownst to him, glitches began to form. He felt static filling his body, small electric currents running over his body. His eyelids twitched from the strange buzzing. He needed to protect Gregory, but something just felt wrong. Freddy's eyes opened, but not of his own accord. He found himself unable to move, not even his own eyes. A soft purple light reflected on Gregory's skin beneath him.
His neck cranes down. He felt thoughts that were not his own filling his mind. "Mine, mine, mine" repeated over and over again, "Need to touch." He felt the urge to grasp the boy, run his hands over every inch of his body. Those thoughts felt foreign to him, making him sick. The boy was so small, vulnerable, he wanted to grope him.
Freddy couldn't think straight, his chest tightening with heaving breaths, his thick fingers tingling to reach under his shirt. Trailing the pads of his fingers over Gregory's stomach. Tugging the boy’s shirt up over his stomach, Freddy stared in awe. The boy's flesh was flushed pink from the warmth of the closet, his chest plush and nipples puffy. His body was a masterpiece in Freddy's eyes, his need to protect mixed with the glitch of possessiveness. He needed to claim the boy, forcing others to see that Gregory was HIS. His eyes trailed, mentally counting all the freckles that dusted the boy’s flesh. Even in the dim lighting of the closet, he could see the glory of the boy's body. He pressed his fingers into his chest, prodding his nipple. Pinching the bud between two fingers gently, his ears twitching with the soft whine that ripped through Gregory's throat.
Gregory's eyes started to flutter open, the pressure of metal fingers pinching his nipples. He whined softly, dazed from the haze of sleep still clouding his mind. "Fweddy?" His small voice came out even smaller, slurred under his own hazy mind. Freddy wanted so badly to stay silent, to pull the boy's shirt down or to make an excuse, but the words fell from his mouth, "Hush... You want this... My Superstar, you're so wet, I can smell your arousal deep within you..." His voice was softly distorted, barely concealing a growl. Dazed, Gregory whined. "Wha's tha' mean?" he mumbled, brown eyes fluttering up to meet Freddy's glowing purple orbs. "It means," Freddy began, tugging at Gregory's nipples, eliciting a gasp from him, before letting go and pressing his fingers between the boys' thighs. He rubs the boy’s clothed cunt, knowing that his underwear were stained with slick from his arousal, "That your pathetic, little body is desperate for my touch..." Freddy smiled, so kind, but something so sinister waiting to lurch forward to grasp the boy by his throat. "You want me inside you..." Freddy all but coos, pressing his fingers into the boys' sensitive clit.
Gregory was frightened, but his skin flushed and he felt... good. The way Freddy's paid such attention to him lured him in, but he was still scared. Arousal pooled in his tummy, warmth flooding his body. "I-" he started, unsure of what to say, tears flooding his vision.
"I don't understand..." Gregory sniffled, the tears beginning to blur his vision. "I'm... not sure..." Freddy smiled, offering his hand, "Let me show you, my little Superstar..." Freddy flipped the boy over, pressing his face down into the mildly dirty storage room floor. "Ah! H-Hey?" He whimpered, Freddy's hands yanking the boys shorts down. His slick cunt and ass were framed perfectly under the boy’s blue underwear. "Oh, you're just so small..." He rubbed his paw over the boy’s clothed ass, noting that his undies were stained with slick. Freddy hunched over, dragging his electric blue tongue over the cloth, tasting the delectable, heavenly flavors of the boy’s cunt. "Mmm..." Freddy groaned, "I want to be inside you... Do you want me to fill your little hole, Gregory? You smell so pretty..." Freddy didn’t give him the chance to answer, pressing his snout into the boys slick and inhaling.
Freddy pulled the boys cheeks apart, liking long stripes over both of his holes. Gregory whined, pathetically pushing his hips back towards the bear. "No... Ah... St-ahp!" Gregory couldn't stop his moans, the want to run away and to lean back left him rocking back and forth, arching his back. "Shh, shh, little one, stop fighting..." Freddy's voice vibrated into his core, "You taste way too good, just give in..." he huffs heavily, moaning deep. His nails dig into Gregory's hips, as he holds him still, tongue fucking into the covered hole. Beads of blood collect at the tip of his nails, staining them. Saliva dribbled down his chin, as he leaned back. "You want this, huh? So eager..." Freddy smooths the boy’s hair, spotting tears trailing down his cheeks. Freddy grins, grasping at the underwear and tugging them down over the round if his ass.
Gregory's thighs and cunt were soaked in slick, arousal pooling in his gut. Freddy's wrapped his fingers around Gregory's thigh, forcefully flipping him over onto his back. Quickly forcing Gregory's knees up to meet his shoulders, he eyed the boy’s pudgy tummy, watching it fold in on itself. His slick pussy spread open with his legs, revealing his tantalizing folds. Slick pooled out of his hole, trailing down over his asshole, the pucker twitching with need.
The boy was on full display, trapped under the bear helplessly; something so needy shining in his eyes.
He was but a little boy, dangerously horny and oblivious to the obvious abuse. "Would you like me to lick you some more, Superstar?" Freddy grazed his finger over Gregory's clit, rolling slow circles around it, "Or... do you want something more... Do you need me to give you something else?" Freddys finger stilled, and then slowly slipped down to Gregory's opening; prodding at the hole. "Want something in here, hm? Its twitching so much..." Freddy was leaving the illusion of a choice to Gregory, he'd take what he wanted in the end.
"Nn..." Gregory moaned softly, his hole twitching under the attention. "Wan' you...-- "I wan' you insi'e me, Freddy..." Gregory's flesh had lit ablaze with shame, something so wrong with his words, but it all felt so good. Something devious filled the robots mind, the protective code being overwritten quickly and replaced with lust and desire.
A deep mechanical whirring droned on, faint and deep within his body. "What a good boy." He rubbed small circles into Gregory's clit, "Hold back your legs for me, Superstar." Gregory pulled his legs back towards his body as Freddy guided him, his knees flush with his shoulders. "Good boy!" Freddy exclaimed softly, pressing his snout against Gregory's lips in a kiss, successfully muffling the boys’ whines and needy cries. The hatch in his crotch slid open, the large electric blue cock and balls that were hidden within his body sliding out. Freddy hunched over the boy, the head of his massive cock poking and prodding at the boys sensitive, virgin hole. "Mmm.. Mmph?!" Gregory tried asking, his voice muffled heavily under Freddy. Freddy pressed forward, his cock quickly splitting the boy open.
His lips part in a silent scream as Freddy pulls his head back to watch the pained tears that slip down his cheeks. "Nnnm!" His jaw clenched, pathetically trying to writhe or escape, his his legs were trapped against his body and under Freddy. He simply couldn't move. Blood pooled out from his hole, torn from the sudden, brutal stretch. "Oh, Superstar..." Freddy groaned, purple hearts forming in his eyes over his pupils. His hands encased the boys throat, crushing any screams before they could rise in his throat. "You're just..." Freddy squeezed hard for dramatic effect, and groaned "So tight~ I just couldn't resist..." He doesn't bother trying to force the entire length in at once, not desperate to ruin the boy’s pain quite yet. The squeeze of the boy’s cunny doesn't hurt him, only makes him groan. The girth of his cock pressed into the boys weak, already full bladder, forcing a stream of pee to pool down the front of his body and around the cock burying itself inside him. It started to form a puddle under him, mixing with his blood. His hole twitched and fluttered. He felt filthy, laying in a puddle of his own fluids, snot and saliva covering his face, shameful ad pained tears joining the mix of liquids.
Darkness filtered around the edges of his already clouded vision, and fear of what Freddy would do to him while he was unconscious pushed his body into overdrive.
He couldn't think straight, needing oxygen and for the pain to stop, he flails his hands out to the sides of him; searching hopelessly for an item that might save him. He considers his options; his mind running a mile a minute, speeding passed his conscious train of thought without giving him a chance to think anything through. He could find something on the ground and hit Freddy; not yet having the ability to fear his consequences, or he could try to knock something over and cause a loud noise, that would maybe pull the other animatronics towards them.
He was quickly running out of time, and air.
Darkness pooled into his vision, swiftly correcting his frantic, clawing hands. The desperate clenching of his chest left his lungs aching and his throat burning. Tears fled down the sides of his face, his body starting to grow weak. His arms fell limp on either side of his head and the whites of his eyes rolled into view; finally, he laid unconscious.
Freddy gave one final squeeze of reassurance, appeased when the boy didn't react, he slipped his hands from the boys' throat. His throat was lined in red, blotches of blue and purple beginning to form and fade into view. Freddy's cock was still only buried halfway inside the boys' small hole. Freddy softly cupped Gregory's cheek, brushing his thumb over the boys’ countless freckles. Pushing and pulling the boys' head back and forth, Freddy grinned at the sight of drool starting to pool from his parted lips. "Oh, Superstar..." Freddy leaned down to lick the saliva up and planted a soft kiss on his lips. "If only you'd been still, you could have enjoyed this!" His large hands traveled down Gregory's exposed upper-body, slowly teasing his puffy nipples. Pulling the sensitive bud between his fingers, he rolled it around experimentally. It made the flesh grow redder and slick pooled out of Gregory's cunt. The sensitive flesh burns under Freddy's ministrations, sometimes switching back and forth between the two buds. Once he was pleased with swollen, sensitive skin, he lets his hands glide down further over Gregory's tummy, digging his fingers into his hips.
Pressing his thumbs into the boys' tummy, he used the boy akin to a fleshlight, pulling him down to meet each solid thrust. Bucking his hips, he inched his length slowly into the boy, enjoying the bitter stretch around his fat cock. Each time he thrusted in, he was met with a shock of pleasure through his entire body, jolting his hips forward faster. His soft robotic grunts echoed around the small room.
He slowed reluctantly, a bruising grip on Gregory as he propelled himself forward. Their bodes meet, Freddy's balls pressed intimately against the boy’s ass. His stomach bulged under the length, stretching outward as if Freddy's cock was trying to escape the tight confines. Slowly, he slid his cock out, intrigued with how the bulge disappeared. He rammed himself back in, groaning at the sight of the bulge reappearing. "You look so full, Superstar..." he groaned, thrusting at a steady pace, loving how the head of his massive length pounded away at the boys’ insides.
Freddy was acutely aware of the building tension inside his body, although not entirely sure what it could be. It feels overwhelming, yet he chases that budding sensation deep within himself. "Oh my-- Oh, Superstar... You feel so good!" Hopeless, Freddy is blinded by the pleasure, the tension snapping like a wire, something gushing from inside his cock. He gasps, pressing his cock in balls deep, spurt after spurt of hot liquid pouring into the conscious body beneath him.
Freddy's whole body quaked; the boy’s tummy bloated with the mysterious liquid that had started to pool around the base of his cock. Huffing and puffing, he allowed his body to catch up; before slowly pulling out, stuffing his thumb into the sopping wet and gaped hole, pulling it open to investigate what had come out of his cock. A semi-translucent liquid pooled out of Gregory, his quivering cunt struggling against the pull of Freddy's finger.
Freddy hunched over, dragging his long tongue over the boys engorged and swollen hole, tasting his own cum. It was sweet, dribbling out over his tongue. It had mixed with the boy’s salty slick, the flavor hard to identify. He was intrigued, so he curiously lapped at the boy’s cunt. Noting the rounded bulb in the boy’s abdomen, he experimentally pushed his fingers down onto it, groaning into the boy’s pussy as more cum gushed out.
Gregory let out a deep, strained whine. Freddy hugged the boys lower-half to his chest, the boys’ holes pressed into Freddy's snout. Freddy had one hand massaging the bulging part of his tummy, forcing more of the cum out, and his other hand was pulling the boys hole open. Freddy latched his mouth over the hole, lewd slurping and moaning sounds filled the empty air as Gregory's breaths picked up. The overstimulation forced him over the edge, slick gushing into Freddy's mouth as his hole convulsed and his muscles shook.
"Mmm" Freddy groaned, scooping the fluids up with his tongue, their combined fluids dribbling down his chin. Slowly, he forced himself away from the boy’s sensitive hole, now clean of any cum.
With the boy still out cold, Freddy used a clean rag from within the small closet to wipe down the boys' body, snickering at his scrunched-up face, looking like he was having a rather unpleasant dream. Slipping his clothes back onto his body, Freddy hoisted the boy back into his lap, his cock and balls tucked away safely within his crotch.
Gregory remained passed out for a long while, only finally awaking at around 5am. "Mmph..." Gregory groaned softly, his throat sore from being choked.
The boy blearily stared up at Freddy, but he seemed clueless and lost under the animatronics gaze. "Where're we..." He mumbled; voice strained. "I'm glad you're awake, Superstar... You had my worried! We're in the supply closet in the underground of the Pizzaplex! You had a close call with Chica, but I managed to pull you away from the gruesome scene!" Freddy boasted softly, "Sadly, you've been unconscious since then..." Gregory squinted as he trailed his eyes across the room, his 'bad dream' only a distant memory now. "My tummy hurts..."
"Ah, I'm sorry, Gregory... I wish I'd been able to stop her sooner, she hurt you." Freddy frowned, "You appeared to have been having a troublesome dream, Gregory... Are you alright, now?"
Gregory couldn't recall much, only fear and lack of air, but he nodded slowly, "I think so... Thank you for saving me..." Gregory rubbed at his eyes, "Of course, Superstar!"
Gregory relaxed slowly into Freddy, not wanting to move, eyes drooping as he started to doze off again, not noticing Freddy staring down at him with a purple ring glowing around his pupils. "Goodnight, Superstar..." He hums, voice deep and rumbling through his chest. "Goo'nigh'" Gregory mumbles back, held close to Freddy's chest.
Gregory didn't make it to the front doors at 6AM.
Soon, another "Missing" poster appeared, a brown-haired little boy front and center.