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Malfunction

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You're going about your job, at Circus Baby's Pizza World, when all of a sudden- Funtime Foxy has a malfunction.

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[[This was not written by me, this was written by "the alpha," my classmate who wishes for me to post this monstrosity.]]

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It was an average night at Circus Baby’s Pizza World. I was checking around the vicinity, one last time before I was going to go home… That was until I heard Funtime Foxy’s beautiful voice box malfunction. As a child, I reminisced, Funtime Foxy used to be my favourite animatronic, in fact, I was even a simp. So, hearing the animatronic fox go off was a bit pleasuring, as I would be able to view the fox’s body before leaving. 


When I walked into Funtime Foxy’s designated playroom, he stood there, shiny, plastic, and beautiful, looking at me with his piercing, sharp eyes. I gathered my tools, about to put my hand inside of the pink and white fox’s circuitry when suddenly…

 

“My my, (y/n), you’ve been quite dirty.” 

 

“You’ve been touching me inside, and I know you like it.”

 

I immediately quivered.

 

“How… h-how DID Funtime Foxy become sentient?”

 

For some reason, I felt excited, even though the fox could crush me with its heavy, animatronic circuitry.

 

“I know what you’re thinking, and I like you too.”

 

The 5’9 fox immediately turned towards me and lifted me up.

 

“You beautiful creature! Now we can be together forever, as I consume you submissive and breedable bourgeoisie!”

 

I knew the situation could seem bad to the average person; however, I felt that it was right. In a second, I submitted myself to consumption by the fox.

 

As Funtime Foxy slowly shoved me down his wiry, slimy, and glorious throat, I was pleasured. Funtime Foxy also spoke to me during the experience.

 

“Oh, you're pleasing me so much (y/n)! I could do this all day — my little plastic tail is wagging.”

 

When I finally slid into Foxy’s stomach, finally, I squirmed. 

 

Immediately, Funtime Foxy remarked,

 

“SQUIRM MORE, IT IS SO PLEASURING!”

“G-g-ga-gaAHHH!”

 

“I-I- I can’t take it anymore, you’re extremely good at your play, I have to digest you…”

 

I felt a bit unpleasant. I could please the fox a bit more — it was my dream; however, I respected the fox’s wishes and submitted to digestion.

 

As I felt the acids slowly consume me, I couldn’t help but smile as the fox moaned a loud, pleasurable, glorious, and magnificent moan one last time.