Miranda Fox: One Night At Freddy's
MIRANDA FOX: ONE NIGHT AT FREDDY'S
"YOW! Hey Slick! I think he's got your teeth!" I declared, as I held my new kit with a weasel snout and skunk tail to my breast. "Could it be?" My weasel now-husband immediately rushed downstairs to see our offspring and his two sets of white toothpicks for jaws clinging to my melons. "Oh, it's true! He's gonna become one handsome man, like me!" The polecat declared with tears in his eyes. "So... Since the others are out for the night again, whaddaya say we stay up 'til noon and watch some walkthroughs of that "Five Nights" game, eh?" "First of all, I may not have played it, or even seen someone else play it, but I know it has a reputation for jump-scares, which KINDA conflicts with our kid here. Second, it's Slick L. E. D. Void talking, and third: I don't need to see it if I get the basic premise down." "But you don't get the atmosphere, do ya?" ".......... FOURTH: I'm a 15-year-old vixen, living with a 30-something-year-old pedophile weasel, with only clothes for Disney Princess wannabes, working for a pre-teen/teen/young-adult lesbian couple, among a group of former porn-stars, in the residence of a crew of Looney-Tunes impersonators, under the apparent watchful eye of a furry writer! I think I can survive one whole night at such a restaurant!"
One Second Later...
Before I knew it, an email had been sent to Fazbear's Pizza with my address plastered all over it. Next, I found myself in the limo, heading off down the highway. Then, I found myself seated in a small room, at the crack of midnight, with a few posters for Fazbear's Music Show or whatever the Hell they host, gazing at a computer screen displaying one piece of security, and worst of all, fitted into the tightest ballet leotard, with the largest tutu, the most embarrassing shoes, and my hair stuffed into a bun. But, in spite of all this, I tried to make the best of it, with a nearby microwave heating up pizza rolls right next to me, when the most barely-audible phone ring sounded. Because I didn't want to keep my eyes off my dinner, I let it stall for a while before someone spoke up. He said something about the animatronics and something happening at night, but I wasted my hearing on the incessant ticking, and eventual dinging of the appliance. Eventually he ended his call with a "P.S." But I was making the horrible mistake of using my teeth to crush the stuffed bread until piping-hot sauce shot out onto the roof of my mouth, inevitably set to scar me for all of tomorrow. The next few minutes were actually pretty relaxing, with no signs of break-ins or vandalism present. Even the humming of the fan and/or AC I eventually warmed up to. I would spend every ten seconds checking at each and every camera on the screen, wondering what the big deal was over a kids restaurant. However, at the three-minute mark, the minute I clicked at the "Show Stage" button, only two out of the three robots were present.
As my heart slacked off on a beat, I raced through the other cams, before finding a... "Chicken" in the dining area. Fortunately, it was just standing there, without a sign of movement, so I just closed both the doors without breaking a sweat.
2 hours later...
I was starting to get quite drowsy as I'd spent the past hours staring at the cams, and flickering the hall lights, when I heard a metallic sound. I checked the electricity switches. The power was out, and the doors were open. In spite of my racing heart, shrunken pupils, and sweaty palms, forehead, and armpits, I urged myself to keep calm and find someplace with a cappuccino machine. I rose from my chair, straightened my back, backside, and anything else my admirers are after, and stepped toward the left door, when I heard a low, ghostly groan. I paused, shrugged and resumed my casual activity.
"AAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!"
My tutu was immediately yanked by the metal "beak" of the "chicken"! I grabbed the edge of the doorway, until the frilly pink skirt was torn clean off. I had no time to react, for one: I always hated that thing, and two: I needed to escape this monstrosity. I sped down the hallway like a blue lukewarm-at-best-received hedgehog, until a robotic fox emerged from the side with the same ear-piercing screech as the poultry. I raced the other way, forgetting about the chicken until it suddenly popped up by the office door with it's metallic jaws gaping in likely-hunger. I pounced up through the roof purely out of passion for living, just as the two robots collided. I began to step into the air vent, when I felt a cold touch on my foot, I looked down and saw two pink ballet shoes, each with a single bow, right before the now-malfunctioning machines. I hopped across the area in reaction to the temperature, and poked my face out of the eventual end of the tunnel, where I found myself with my bright-pink lower undergarments with bows, frills and hearts hanging on the edge, and just 6 feet above a bear and rabbit robot, who were now reaching for me, their "teeth" chattering away at the air. I decided to hoist myself back up into the shaft, until I came face-to-face with the fox. I frantically backward-pedaled my legs to the open end, where they soon stuck out, and then felt a sharp yank in my vagina and anus. I looked back to find the "rabbit" standing atop the "bear" (don't ask), biting into my panties, tugging me down. I quickly planted my feet onto the outside of the vent, with my arms being yanked by the canine machine. With the rabbit and bear on one end, and the fox and chicken on the other, I grasped the edge with my toes, desperate to avoid whatever it is that phone guy told me they wanted to do with me, ignoring the painful wedgie that grew tighter and tighter until...
SSHHHRRRIIIIIIPPP!!!
I found myself flying through the roof, screeching at the top of my lungs, with nothing but my fur and hair to cover myself, and soon sailing through the clouds, blue atmosphere, and into the black empty area surrounding Earth, before finally landing onto a nearby spacecraft vehicle.
My thoughts swam through my brain, changing from "Thank Tohn-Oo-Fil!" To "How am I still breathing in space?" To "Is that a leather strap-on?" The latter of which, prompted me to turn, and notice a tall, black, dildo-headed creature humping at my behind. That same second, I desperately pondered the possibilities of escaping, but, as you may have eventually been educated, I was unable to just "swim" back down to Earth. The fact that my hands and feet were glued to the metal, with my rump sticking all the way out like a bull in a cow-herd, didn't help either. After about 50 seconds of wondering if these things have acid for splooge as well as blood, the ship's engines ignited, knocking me off the exterior, and sending me back down to the fresh blue ball.
P.S. Don't tell me if Xenomorphs are male or female. Otherwise, we'd be here for the rest of October.
The second I landed face-flat on the fresh soil somehow alive, I looked back and forth, then released a great puff of breath after finding seemingly nothing unusual in sight. The next second, I found myself pinned down by a huge black wolf with red pupils, an overbite of fangs, and a red rocket that was displayed as a lump in my belly to whatever woodland creature popped up underneath me. Emphasis on "seemingly". Right as I was hoping he'd finish and **** off (no pun intended), I noticed a long vine before my snout, hanging from a tree the size of a house. A one-story house, if you will. I seized my chance, that being the vine, of course, and yanked at it with the intention of reaching the top away from all these coincidental perverts. But with the jerking (again, no pun intended) of my legs by the feral canine, and his connection with my entrance, all I could manage to do was stretch the oversized plant towards me, bending it further and further to the ground. Just as the tip reached the grass, I felt a warm stream of milk sail through me, then the knot popping out, before I found myself yet again screaming and flapping my arms and legs, then crashing through a camping novelty store, exiting in the pinkest frilliest gayest girls bathing suit ever, and landing into a body of water.
I released a puff of breath, glad to have avoided crashing through the ground and coming across god-knows-what, when the sound of oboes reached my ear. I looked up to discover a group of people in black outfits, with instruments, just as the woodwinds began to increase the pace, and began to sound more and more menacing. "Uh, John? If you haven't noticed, I just escaped from a ****ing WEREWOLF! So... You mind playing one of your more lig.... OH!" My bikini bottom was violently yanked by something from below, taking me down with it. I quickly emerged back to the surface, and began running the water faster than a roadrunner, frantically looking back every half-second to observe a large frickin' shark heading my way, his teeth sharpened and his eyes an intimidating black. "HEEELLLLPPPP!!!!! MMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! ULP!" Was all I could say before I found my frilly pink bra with bows and hearts and polka dots swiped clean off my breasts, and into the mouth of the aquatic beast. After a bit of hopping around, narrowly avoiding the pearly-white razors, I noticed a familiar ledge of rock on the side of the cliff. Thinking only with my desperation, I bounced off the rocks just below, and extended my arm for my salvation, only to feel my bottom yanking at my junk yet again. I didn't have to worry about getting rashes on my legs and crotch this time, however, for I was then flung in the air, and landed within the carnivore's throat. I slid through his esophagus, and straight into his dark, and claustrophobia-inducing stomach. As my bikini remains began to dissolve in the internal liquids,I could just barely hear a voice angrily exclaiming something about "no soda on the premises". Then I heard what I can only assume is a slap, and 15 seconds later, I heard the sound of tin striking the selachimorphia's teeth, and felt a stream of sugar-coated liquid spill down on my head, and mix with the liquids. No sooner than the last of the soda made it's way into his belly, an assortment of bubbles rose from the interior pond, and a great reverberate was sounded throughout his insides. Before I knew it, there was a loud "BRAUGH!", and I shot out like a cannonball back into the light. As I screamed in peril and my scarred panties slid right off my hips towards Earth, I flew across Acme Acres, and straight through the roof of a familiar mansion.
The next thing I knew, my own body was laying on the leather couch of my boss' living room. Aside from the giant hole in the roof shaped with my form, everything was as normal as late-night slumber with Slick in the guise of an 8-year-old cub. I began to let this rare moment of silence sink in, when that silence was interrupted by a barely audible, barely visible trumpet note from my behind. That very moment, I was then struck by the most coincidental bolt of lightning, and once it ceased, I found myself stuffed with three metallic staffs. One in my anus, from the purple rabbit, another in my vagina, from the pirate fox, and the bear's Kong in my mouth, with no sign of pausing or getting this over with ASAP. As I was pounded by the three machines, I gave a look saying "I hope you perverted audiences appreciate what I go through..." Before my head was then engulfed by a series of circles, while the words: "THAT'S ALL FOLKS!" Were written below.
THAT'S ALL FOLKS!