Title:           FNAF - Pizza Sauce (LEWD)
Author:          Mad_Sandwich
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/6sByDiZM
First Edit:      Sunday 31st of May 2015 09:00:14 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 31st of May 2015 09:00:14 PM CDT

"SHITSHITSHITSHIT!"
>You fucked up.
>You forgot to set your alarm, slept too long, and now it's-
>12:25am.
>Yep, you're boned.
>Either you go inside and get killed because it's past 12, and the animatronics are sure to be on the move.
>Or go back home, and get fired.
>Bit of a double-edged blade for you, really. Or maybe a dildo really, considering you're going to be fucked either way.
>Steeling yourself, you take a deep breath and open the door.
>At first glance, everything seems fine.
>No screeching metal animal zooming out of the darkness to rip you limb from limb.
>Everything seems to be-
>Wait.
>Shit.
>Chica's missing from the stage. Only Freddy and Bonnie remain, still in their normal poses.
>You close the door and head towards the office, wanting to get behind some steel doors as quickly as possible.
>Once you're out of range, the two animatronics turn to each other.
>"He's late, Freddy."
>"I know."
>"What about-"
>"Chica? He's screwed. Figuratively, and literally."
 
....
 
>Well this is just fuckin' dandy.
>Someone left pizza sauce all over the floor.
>You stomp towards the office, each footstep now making a wet squelching sound as you walk through the sauce.
>Still, at least you haven't been killed. Yet.
>Sauce-covered shoes is a lot better than horrible, mangling death.
>At least you still have the offic-
"What."
>Chica is sat in your chair. Bare-ass naked. Pizza sauce covering her crotch and nipples.
>Before you can react, you are grabbed, a sauce-smeared hand clamped over your mouth.
>She tosses you into the chair and mounts you, sitting atop your lap.
>"Bad Mikey! You're late!"
"MmMPH?!"
>"You really weren't supposed to see this... Hmm... What should I do with you?"
>Her other hand grabs at your zipper, fingers running expertly across your groin.
>"You know..."
>She leans in closely, her beak next to your right ear.
>"I really like this sauce, but maybe I should try your sauce instead?"
>In one swift motion, she unzips your pants.
>Cold, metallic fingers fumble around inside your underwear, brushing against your member.
>They grasp it, pulling your slowly-hardening cock out of the confines of your pants.
>"Oooh! That's a big sauce bottle!"
>Is she really doing what you think she's doing?
>You throb, your sensitive tip rubbing against Chica's crotch, sauce dripping on your crotch.
>Her other hand reaches down to her crotch, fingers working inside her.
>"I think it's ready!"
>Lining you up, she sinks down, taking you in with one movement.
>A throaty groan escapes her throat, hands grasping your shoulders, fingers digging into your flesh.
>"T-That's much better than those bottles!"
>She starts pumping her hips down on you, moaning softly as she thrusts.
>As much as you hate to admit it, you're starting to feel it.
>She's too soft, too wet. The heat is incredibly, radiating through your penis and into your body.
"F-Fuck.."
>It's taking all of your willpower just to avoid exploding.
>She grins at you. She knows you're close.
>"Not yet, Mikey."
>She ups the speed, pumping downwards at an incredible pace.
>It's torture. As much as you don't want to cum, she isn't letting you.
>Every time you almost tip over the edge, she changes pace, keeping you on the brink of orgasm.
>"A-Almost... There..."
>She slams her hips down on you at a frightening pace, gasping, tongue askew.
>"Now!"
>She finally let's it happen, grinding down on you as you explode.
>You jolt inside her, firing ropes of cum, deep into her fluid tank.
>Her hips shake, entire body juddering as waves of pleasure overload her processor.
>Finally, she stands up, pulling herself off of you.
>She grins and pushes you back, the chair bashing into the filing cabinet.
>"This was fun, Mikey! This deal was so worth it!"
"D-deal?"
>"Oh, that's right, you don't know, do you?"
>Leaning in, she grins right in your face.
>"I made a little deal with Freddy and the others. See, I'm bored of the killing. I just want to have fun, and this?"
>She pokes at your limp member.
>"This is much better than suiting. Better put your game-face on, Mikey. One time won't satisfy me!"
>Then she walks out, leaving you sat in the chair, splattered with sauce and lubricant.
"Shit."