Return to Fazbear's
Kenny returns to the old Freddy Fazbear's location. From what he was told, the place was completely abandoned...
Kenny still couldn't believe that a place like this was just left to rot. This was his childhood, his favorite place to go for every special occasion. The gray raccoon could still vividly remember how much fun he had playing all the arcade games and getting on the rides they had. But of all things, his favorite thing to do was watch the band play. Now he knew that they were nothing more than glorified puppets, mindless robots following the inputs of their programming, but for some reason, he was so sure that they were alive just like him. Of course not in the same way as him. They didn't breathe or need to eat, but there was just something about them.
Despite how dark, quiet and gloomy it was inside, Kenny felt nothing but nostalgia as he waved his phone around, shining it's flashlight over the old arcade console, recalling a few that were his favorite. It was a shame they were clearly in an unusable state...
With nothing more to see, the raccoon continued on, leaving the arcade room behind. Instead he went to the dining room, met with rows and rows of tables, covered in dusty and ragged tablecloths.
At the end of the room, there it was. A set of curtains that concealed the show stage. He held out hope that they were still there. Slowly he approached, starting to feel nervous. It wasn't out of fear, but in the back of his head he noticed that some things were cleared out.
As he drew closer to the stage, that nervousness grew and grew. With a shaky paw he reached at it and pulled it aside. There was a dull creaking as the stage's curtain rolled back on it's old wheels and hinges. It was just enough to give him a clear view inside. With a swing of his arm, he shined the light of his phone inside and...
There was nothing. Just as he feared, Kenny was met with an empty stage. Seemingly taunting him were the old props that were left behind. An old, red guitar with peeling paint and the very microphone that belonged to the star of the show.
Of course, Kenny was disappointed to see the bots gone. But there he could still take the guitar and microphone home as keepsakes, reminders of days past. Putting his phone down on it's screen, the raccoon pulled himself up the stage, groaning as he pulled his body up.
He left his phone on the dusty, wooden floor. The light was more than bright enough to touch the stage as a whole. Reaching down, he picked up the microphone. It was surprisingly light, made of shiny plastic. A small shake gave him the idea that it was hollow. That made sense, what was the point of a robot wielding an actual microphone when their voices came from speakers concealed by the curtains.
It was the same for the guitar. It was thin and light as well, made of shiny plastic as well. The strings were thick, made of some sort of cords. Plucking them made no sound like a musical note, rather it was just a dull thump as the faux string wobbled. Nonetheless he was preparing to turn around and put them by the front doors to collect on your way back out. There was still so much to see...
After turning around, Kenny nearly jumped out of his own skin. Before him was a large bear, standing tall with a small hat atop his head and a black bow around his neck. He was a bit chubby and the fur covering his body was rather messy.
"Hey there, Kenny..." a deep voice came from the bear. A smirk spread over his muzzle. "I see you found my microphone."
The raccoon was confused. "T-this is yours?"
The bear tilted his head. "What's the matter? Don't you recognize your old friend?" He looked rather offended but another smile came. Leaning back a bit, the bigger male stretched his bow, letting it snap back around his neck. "Good ol' Freddy Fazbear himself..."
Kenny blinked a few times. It had been a long time since he saw the robot, but he could have sworn Freddy looked more...robotic. Instead of the blocky sections that made up his arms, legs, and the joints between, they looked just like his own. They were thick but pudgy, covered in a thick coat of brown fur. The same applied to his entire body, having the perfect build of a friendly bear. Large but with a roundness and softness that made him very approachable.
But now that he took a good look at him, Kenny could clearly see that it was indeed Freddy Fazbear. He looked down at the plastic item and was going to hand it back to the ursine, but a large hand pushed it away.
"Don't worry about it," Freddy said. "A little gift between old pals."
For some reason those words made the raccoon feel rather warm. He smiled and nodded, holding the microphone close to himself.
"It's nice to have someone drop by. You can see that I'm alone in here. With nothing more than my memories," the bear looked around the large room. Everything was covered in dust, withering and crumbling.
The raccoon started to feel bad, wondering how long this bear, one of the hallmark's of his childhood, had been left here all alone, to just wander in this mess? The bear sighed, his ears lowering. "It is good to see you again, Kenny..."
He didn't expect the smaller male to rush up and hug him, holding his body tight. A smile spread over his face as he hugged him back, feeling the loneliness within him ease. His hands rubbed up and down, rubbing over the raccoon's backside. A small gasp came from Kenny as the large paw ran over his ass. The hold was soft but warm.
Freddy moved his paws away, but as he stepped back, Kenny could see something pink between the bear's legs. Poking out of his sheath was his exposed cockhead. The bear was blushing, but more and more of his cock spilled out, starting to pulse as it rose, standing tall with a prominent 10-inches.
"Hehe. Sorry, It's been a while. A long while..."
Kenny was at a loss for words. There was a sudden grip on his shoulders, making a shudder run down his spine. He dared to look up at the bear, who was now giving a toothy, devious grin. His eyes were glowing and swirling. Just a quick gaze was all it took for the world around Kenny to start spinning.
"We're friends aren't we, Kenny?" Freddy chuckled as the raccoon nodded. "And friends help friends..."
He gave his cock a hard stroke as the raccoon opened his mouth. Reaching up to grip the back of his head, a groan came as a hot, wet mouth surrounded his girth. Wasting no time, the bear pumped his arm back and forth, forcing his old friend to swallow down his cock, watching it disappear and reappear within the other mammal's mouth.
Kenny did well to take the bear's dick, not even gagging as it jammed down his throat, forming a wide bulge under his skin and fur. His paws were already reaching for the fat pair of balls that dangled between the large thighs. He rubbed them slowly, caressing them in his soft palms, milking more grunts and moans.
Freddy panted hard as his cock spilled back and forth within a tight and swallowing throat. Steady squeezes were given to his shaft, already milking thick squirts of pent up pre. It shot hard into his gullet and poured down into his stomach.
"Aah... I could get used to this. It's been really lonely around here. And I think there's a spare suit in the back. I think you'll fit just right inside..."
Another groan and he pushed his hips forward, shoving his length in further down, baring his teeth against the extra tight hold. A strong throb ran through his length, leading to another shot of pre oozing it's way down.
Faster, he pumped the hypnotized raccoon's head back and forth with more speed and power, feeling himself getting close to his limits.
"Just swallow it down and we'll be friends...f-forever!"
The bear roared as he reached his peak. He had forgotten how good it felt to shoot his down someone else's throat, groaning and grunting as he continued to move his hips, shooting hot cum down the swallowing raccoon's throat.
With a deep groan, he pulled his cock free, listening to the deep slurp and pop as it came out. A string of his cum dribbled down Kenny's lips.
"Come on, Kenny. From now on it's gonna be you and me..."
Freddy chuckled as he tugged the raccoon by the back of his shirt, dragging him along towards the old maintenance room...