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By Draconicon

"Please confirm your selection for your FNAF: Security Brothel visit."

Draconicon shook his head, scrolling through the list of kinks that he'd already submitted for his visit. Foot fetish, anal, rimming, femdom and femdom reversal, strippers, intense desire for the customer - him, in this case - and extra sensitivity. It all looked right to him, so the black dragon tapped the 'accept' icon at the very bottom.

"Kink list accepted. Profile processing. Please step into the lobby, and enjoy your visit to the FNAF: Security Brothel."

The face-plate that had served as the greeting tablet faded back into a digital pair of eyes, and the little yellow robot that had served as a greeter when the dragon had first arrived turned on its wheels and offered a carefully articulated hand, as if to lead him along. Draconicon ignored it, following behind the robot rather than suffering the slight humiliation of being led along like a child.

Then again, some people probably come here for that sort of experience.

They left the greeting/ticket area, a small room of tiled floors, many double-glass doors, and a single ticketing office that was staffed by the very robot leading him forward, and stepped through a larger set of security doors that slammed shut behind him with a deep, heavy thump. Draconicon blinked as he whipped around, getting a view of his own reflection as the walls shimmered to an illusion of deep black lit by neon lights.

In that brief moment, he saw a black-scaled dragon with tightly-furled wings, one that wore a t-shirt and pair of jeans that he really hadn't adjusted to just yet and weren't quite fitting to his frame. The long hours in a chair at the top of his office tower running the city and the lack of any real exercise had made his butt bloat more than he realized, and the front? Well, that dick was never entirely getting contained in anything, and the bulge ran right down his leg with nothing to hide it. The slight belly that he'd developed over the years was something that he kept telling himself that he'd get rid of, but it wasn't that bad, yet. Dragon genes were very good at keeping that sort of health issue from becoming overwhelming in the way that it did with some of the other species.

The last part of his reflection to disappear was his tail tip and his bare feet, the slick, slightly shimmering soles disappearing from the chrome plates behind him as they finally took on the full imitation of the entertainment center's walls: sheathed in black with neon lights and well-lit pictures on the heights. He shook his head, turning back to the robot as he allowed himself to be led along.

"So, where's the entertainers?" he asked.

"Montgomery Gator is currently working the stripper pole. Glamrock Freddy is in his room, recovering from a recent round with a client. Roxanne Wolf is wandering the premises looking for a promising client. Glamrock Chica is in the kitchen preparing a special meal."

The way that the robot read off the various locations made it clear to him that this was a standard thing. They weren't exactly setting up something special for him.

Then again, he hadn't exactly asked them to. When the FNAF Security Experience had popped up down at the edge of Red-Light District North, Draconicon had been a little concerned about just how well they were going to try and imitate the popular franchise and decided to take a trip down to see just what they were doing. He hadn't made a special appointment, nor had he done anything at check-in to get the place to himself. He'd just gone in as a regular customer, and he was...

Well, so far, neither impressed nor bothered. Time would tell.

As he looked around the lobby, though, he had to admit that he'd give them credit for how they were able to ape the different themes of the game while still putting their own spin on it. The various posters of the different performers were still there, but they weren't the clunky animatronics from the game. They'd been covered in synth-skin and given something that looked a little more natural as a performing look, and something that made breasts actually look like they fit them on Chica and Roxanne. Monty and Freddy had a bit more of the chunky look, but even they benefitted.

They'd departed from the overall aesthetic a bit by having some bust-statues of the different performers around, including some that weren't even in the game. There was one for Foxy looming over a pirate-cove-themed arcade, with the fox's wide muzzle and a large dick forming opposing sides of the arch, and there was a Mangle that formed the spine and ribs of the escalator up to the main food court and plaza of the entertainment building. Her mouth formed the doorway to the food court, and one had to pass through it to get there.

"So, you said Monty is doing a strip tease?" Draconicon asked as he followed the robot up to the escalator, shifting his footing slightly as the steps were a little too small for his feet.

"Yes, sir."

"I'd like to start there."

There was a soft beep from the robot, probably from it trying to reconcile the request with the various fetishes that he'd offered. While he was mostly interested in seeing Roxanne during this visit, he had nothing against seeing Monty and maybe filliing some time before the wolf eventually found him. While she had his attention, so did the others.

The beep repeated itself and the robot whirred softly.

"Yes, sir. Follow me."

The robot took off at speed as soon as they reached the top of the escalator, and the dragon had to run to keep up. He was aware of the other robots in the food court as soon as he entered it, the little yellow janitors and security bots from the game looking around as he ran by. He was half-sure that they were dropping their ocular scanners further down, staring at his feet as he ran by -

Okay, okay, that's what you wanted. Remember? You put that into the whole request thing.

It was probably just their programing fulfilling something that he had asked of them, but it was enough to put a little tremor of embarrassed pleasure through him. He put it out of his head a second later...mostly. Biting back the slight blush that wanted to burn in his cheeks, he forced himself to just keep moving forward, jogging along behind his guide as his big feet slapped against the tiled floor.

"Commencing cleaning protocols."

"Cleaning footprints."

"Filing Request: No Shoes, No Service."

And there was the blush. They were soon far enough from the cleaning robots that he couldn't hear their complaints, but it was still enough to send a little blush across his cheeks. The AI in the brothel was clearly good at picking up the subtext of the requests that the clients had for them. That, or someone else had talked to people here about him coming around. He suspected Engy; the yellow dragon had been quite well-informed about the black dragon's kinks of late.

He put it out of his mind properly as the robot guide came to an abrupt stop outside of a green-walled hallway, one that led down to a room that was thumping with music and had purple light streaming from the gap between door and doorframe. It gestured down with a mechanical hand.

"Montgomery Gator's Sex Swamp is just down this hall, sir."

"...Heh. Work on the name, but thanks."

Draconicon took a step, then paused. He looked back at the robot.

"One last question. Vanny?"

"On lockdown until after dark with special, 'danger play' customers."

"Good."

That was one thing that he had been a little more concerned about. He imagined that the various animatronics would be 'dangerous' during the daylight hours, but the night-time stuff was going to be far more concerning. Not just the difference between Sun and Moon, but also the difference with the various robots once the bunny glitch came out. At least that was something that he didn't have to worry about for the moment.

He walked down the hallway, not entirely surprised that the heating was turned up for this part of the building. It was supposed to be a swamp, after all, and there was no point in having a swamp if it wasn't hot and sweltering, making someone sweat as soon as they walked in. The humidity hit him like a slap in the face and spread across him, making the thighs of his jeans that little bit stickier down there.

He walked up to the door and pushed it open. The wooden plank shifted to the side, revealing the gator himself.

Draconicon smiled as he watched the naked gator, dressed only in sunglasses, strut around a pole in a way that was so different from how he'd seen feminine dancers take to the stage. Rather than strutting and swaying his hips, the gator put all the motion into his strong shoulders, strutting forward as if he was about to charge at any moment. Any sway down below was meant to keep that dick swinging around rather than shaking his ass, and he was showing it off with pride, thrusting his hips forward whenever he stopped, making sure that it swung around.

Flaccid, it was big enough that the dragon knew that it would feel good under his tail if he was in that mood. He knew that the synth-flesh would feel close enough to real skin to make no difference, but he thought he could just barely make out some of the hard components under that layer that would make it feel like a robot regardless. Maybe it was just his imagination, though.

Monty wasn't dancing for an audience, though, and that was a shame. Draconicon chuckled as he stepped inside, walking around the various tables - shaped like lily-pads, as if they were rising from a swamp - and sat down at one near the front of the stage. He leaned back in his chair, resting one hand on his groin as the gator kept up his dance. There was no sign that he knew that the dragon was there, except -

Stomp.

The gator threw himself to the edge of the stage suddenly, his sunglasses sliding down his muzzle as he smirked. The black stars reflected the dragon's face back at him, and the gator chuckled.

"Heh, you want some fun in the swamp, big guy?"

"You think that you can be good enough for that?" Draconicon asked.

"Bud, I'm Monty. I'm the star when Freddy's not around."

"Prove it."

"How about I make you prove you're worth my time? Put you on your knees and get you to work underfoot?"

The profile and kink requests had definitely been circulated through the building, he realized, if they were already hammering that home as much as they were. He chuckled, not quite nervously but not quite confidently, either. His cock twitched in his jeans as he gestured back at the pole.

"You dance for now, and we'll talk about that later."

There was a moment of stillness and silence, and he could almost swear that he could hear that mechanical brain processing the request and weighing it against the various kinks that he'd submitted with his profile. 'Exhibitionism' and 'domination' and 'forced pleasure' were being weighed against the fact that he had set it up with a possible female preference and a lack of any requests for Monty specifically, he imagined.

Then the silence was gone, replaced with the thudding beat of the strip-club music. The gator went back to his dance, his cock rising almost too perfectly to the beat of the music until it was a throbbing ten-and-a-half incher. Draconicon smiled as he breathed out a sigh of relief, rubbing the back of his head as he got comfortable again.

It was fun to watch the crocodile strut his stuff, and it was even more enjoyable to be the only one in the swamp theater. He could lean back, keep one hand on his bulge as he watched the show, and feel like every glance towards the 'crowd' was something that was meant entirely for him. It was hotter that way, and he was certainly enjoying himself as Monty grinned and thrust that cock that way, or occasionally leaned on the pole to show off one bare foot.

The bottom of the croc's feet were different to some of the living performers that he'd seen. While they had been treated to synth-flesh as well, they were clearly not shaped the same as a crocodile normally would be. Rather than something flat to the ground with five toes, they were chunky, three-toed with the digits reflecting the artificial nature of the creature that was wrapped up in all that synth-flesh. Didn't make him any less sexy to the dragon's eyes, though, even if he was all but sure that the sweat rolling down that foot was completely artificial.

Even so, he was just starting to pull his cock out as the gator rolled his hips back against the pole, thrusting his cock forward. Draconicon was the first to admit that he was a switch most of the time, and the gator would have been someone fun to submit to. He got his zipper down and had his hand around his cock -

Stomp.

When a softer, smoother foot pressed down against his thigh. He stopped what he was doing and looked to his left, finding himself being stared down by a gray-furred, long-haired wolf that was barely dressed in more than pasties and a thong.

"Well, well, well. This is where the 'best' customer's waiting, hmm? Why are you wasting your time on swamp boy when you could have 'The Best'?"

Roxanne Wolf leaned in, her breasts almost in his face, and her toes curled against his thigh through his jeans. She swatted his hand away from his cock, grabbing it herself, and gave it a squeeze that was so tight that it was just short of painful, but the possessiveness of that grasp more than made up for it. She groaned, giving it a slow stroke that sent a shiver right down the dragon's spine.

"Hehehe, that's what I'm looking for. I'm not sure if you're the 'best' client, but you're definitely the biggest. And 'The Best' deserves the biggest."

"Hey, Roxanne, get your mitts off him. I saw him first," Monty said from the stage.

"Yeah? And you just danced for him. I'm taking this one."

"Rrrrr."

"Or we can make him pick," the wolf teased, chuckling as she stepped back. "Something tells me that he's going for someone that can really push his buttons."

"I can hit those buttons harder than you can, you fat-assed bitch-slut."

"Says the gator that's better at ripping someone's ass up than making them cum," Roxanne teased. "Dragon, you want to pick?"

"Um..." Draconicon had not expected this, but he wasn't going to say no. "Sure?"

The two animatronics stood side by side on the stage, Roxanne leaping up to stand beside Monty. They turned their backs to him, giving him a side by side view of those asses. Green-yellow cheeks beside gray and gray-white ones, the former thick and muscular, the latter jiggly but still somewhat firm. They didn't bother to spread them - he imagined that Monty wasn't going to offer that up, ever, unless someone paid a shit-ton of money - but instead each stood on one foot.

"He's a foot slut; he's going to go for someone that can rough 'im up," Monty said.

"Please. He wants someone that can work him over. Someone he can worship. And no-one is worshiping those mega-toes of yours. He wants something beautiful."

Draconicon blushed as they discussed his foot fetish without even knowing him, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked between the two offered soles. They were...rather spectacular to put it mildly, both of them already damp, but...

He had come here to see the wolf, he knew that. He'd told himself to be open to the offers of the other antimatronics, but there was something about the wolf that just hit his buttons. Maybe it was the semi-narcissism, maybe it was the way that she carried herself, but fucking hell, she was hitting those buttons. And staring at the bottom of that synth-flesh foot, seeing those delicately-curled toes and the shine that came from the underside, the five dancing digits and the slight curve of her arch, his cock jumped up hard and made its demands known.

"Uh...Roxanne, but if there's time after -"

Monty was already going back to the pole as if completely offended, but as he turned, Draconicon didn't see that in the gator's eyes. Instead, he looked as if he had already forgotten the debate and was just getting back to work.

Right. AI. They've got limits, still.

Shaking his head, he stood up and allowed Roxanne to lead the way out. He looked down at her feet as she walked -

"Ah ah. You don't get those until we're back to my room," the wolf said. "You may stare at my ass, though. Heh. I'm going to show you why you made the best choice, but you better give me your best. I'm going to be your fucking favorite by the time you leave, so you better be mine, too. Fair's fair."

"Heh. Sure."

He imagined that the slight variations to her model had been made to ensure that they had interest from more different customers. While Monty really embraced that roughness that came from being a gator, Roxanne seemed to go for a different direction. Her feet had five toes rather than the lower number that her mechanical model had, and she had breasts, though not large ones, that hung free. Probably a high B rather than any of the other, higher, pornographic sizes that he had heard Chica would have.

But as invited, his eyes drifted up from her feet to her ass. Big, round, fulsome, it really was something that could be labeled 'the best', as far as he was concerned. He reached out for it, and she let him rest his hand on her cheeks, even squishing it while they walked along.

Of course, it wasn't a perfect replica of what an ass was supposed to feel like, but it came pretty damn close. There was enough padding back there to ignore the metal frame beneath it, though he imagined that if he got lucky enough to fuck her ass, he'd feel at least some of that. Something to think about, and yet, nothing that killed his -

"Mmmph!"

She reached back and grabbed his cock as if it was a leash, pulling him along through the food court. A couple of other customers turned to stare, their eyes going wide at the image of him and Roxanne going through the room with nothing to hide what they were doing, but they didn't say anything. Draconicon blushed ever so slightly, but his cock throbbed all the harder at the idea of all those people seeing him like this, and more, with this wolf.

This was going to be fun.

Roxanne led him down one of the side passages off the food court. Unlike Monty's, which was a deep green with a swamp heat, hers was purple and gray, with a winter chill coming through it. It was oddly refreshing after the heat, though made his feet sting just a bit as he walked behind her.

"Do you feel that cold?" he asked.

"Heh...we run hot here. Can't be the best without a little overclocking."

He nodded, going quiet as they walked into her room. Plush copies of herself were arranged in a pyramid at one end of the room, and her bed faced a mirrored ceiling and more mirrors on either side. She dragged him to the bed and pushed him onto it, grinning as she followed him down. Her hair fell over her face as she straddled him, that thong barely keeping his cock from sliding into her pussy right then and there.

"If you want the best, then you're going to earn it."

"Heh...I'm looking forward to it," Draconicon said.

"You better. Tell me. Am I your favorite?"

"Heh...most of the time."

Her smile went hard as she leaned forward, grabbing his hands pulling them up over his head. She growled in his ear.

"What was that, hmmm? I thought I was asking a simple question. Am I your favorite?"

"Mmmph..."

"I better be...I only put out for people that like me best."

"Ha..."

"So...let's try that again." Roxanne sat back, putting her plush ass right over his cock, sliding it between her cheeks just enough for him to feel the way that it gave under pressure. "I'm your favorite, right?"

"Mmmph...you're my favorite."

"Mmmm, say it again."

"You're my favorite."

"Mmmmmm, you bet I am..."

She was getting wet just from hearing that. Even though he knew that it was only some sort of simulated fluid and not actual feminine lubrication, it was still damn hot. The wolf slid across him, grinding herself against his scales until she was right in front of his face. She turned around, pulling her thong to the side, and spread her cheeks, showing off that tight little pucker just behind her pussy.

"Eat it, dragon. Prove that you deserve the best."

"Mmm...My favorite."

"You know - mmmph!"

The wolf bitch groaned as he jammed his snout beneath her tail, dragging his tongue along her rim. There was no taste, no flavor, no scent back there, but that was fine. It was more the fact that he was doing that to this character rather than the full simulation of taste and scent at the moment.

He held her cheeks apart with eager hands, dragging his tongue along that pink rim. He could tell that it was just that little bit off, the technology not indistinguishable from real life just yet, but that might have been part of the plan. He was fucking an animatronic, not a person, and that was all the hotter as a result.

Lick, lick, lick, his forked tongue running across her rim, then around it, then across it again. He pushed the tips of his tongue against it, testing how flexible it was, and was surprised to find that it was so tight. He chuckled.

"Not letting many people fuck this hole, huh?"

"Shut up. Nobody deserved it yet."

"You're my favorite. And this is my favorite hole. You want to keep being my favorite, right?"

"S-shut up."

She was getting more turned on than she expected, or the programming was making her act like it, at least. Either way, it was hot, and he growled as he started jamming his tongue against her pucker between licks, testing and teasing it. She moaned over him, starting to roll her ass back against his face. It didn't take long before her juices were rolling out of her pussy and over his chin and his neck, the fluid scentless but very slick.

As he ate her ass, he could feel her feet just at either side of his head, and they suddenly pressed in, grinding against his cheeks and the tops of his head, the toes rubbing against his horns as she pulled his face flush against her rear. He groaned, panting and huffing, and his cock jerked upward, throbbing hard.

"Yes...yes...show me...show me how much...you love me. Show me...show me that I'm your favorite!" the wolf moaned out loud, grinding back and pinning his face between her plush cheeks. "Go on, keep going, keep - ooooh!"

She moaned out loud as he managed to get his tongue past her rim, and she all but spasmed out of control as she 'came.' He had no way of knowing if it was a real orgasm or if she was just going through a programmed routine, but he chose to believe that it was a real one. She shivered from head to toe, her eyes rolling back in their sockets as she drooled over the sheets and down her own chest. Her toes curled against the back of his head, and she moaned as she bucked her hips back time and time again.

Eventually, the spasms stopped, and she was able to sit up properly. Draconicon gasped for breath, and Roxanne chuckled.

"Damn, that was...that was..."

"The best?" he teased.

"...Maybe close," she said, rubbing her cheeks.

"I told you. You're my favorite." Out here, at least. "And I want my favorite to feel good."

"Mmmph...you're lying."

"Nope. You're that good."

"Nooo."

"And that pretty."

"...Maybe." She blushed further. "Mmmph. Okay, okay. You earned 'the best'. What do you want, hmm? You got me off, now let me show you why you're the smart one for picking me."

There were so many options. He looked at her hips, at her ass, at her feet. Nothing above the waist - he wasn't that interested in that - but before he could say anything, she grinned.

"Oh, I get it. I know what the dragon wants."

"What -"

"You just lay back, big guy. I'm the best for a reason."

He did as she said, and didn't say a thing as she all but ripped his jeans off. As soon as he was naked below the waist, she slid forward, resting her hips against his stomach while reaching back with her feet and -

"Mmmph!"

"Mmmm, I knew my little fan was a foot-man."

"That's not...not the only thing I like," Draconicon muttered.

"Doesn't matter. It's getting you good and hard right now, isn't it?"

Oh, it was. It was getting him more than hard; it had him stiff and rigid to the point where he was pretty sure that his cock could no longer bend properly. He shivered as her soft, slick soles rubbed along his shaft, the texture somewhere between latex and real skin. They were damp and lubed up, not quite sweaty because it didn't have that sort of scent in the air, but god it had the feel. He bit his lips as she pushed her hips back, tapping the head of his cock against her asshole even as she jerked it off hard with her feet.

"Mmm, feel that? That's what I do for my fans. I'm the best. Don't you love my silky feet, how good they feel on your big cock? Don't you love how good my perfect feet feel on your big, fat dick?"

"Mmmph...mm-hmm."

"You love it. You love me."

"Nnngh..."

"I'm the -"

"You're the best!"

"Oooooh, yeah...say it again...keep saying it..."

"You're the best."

He groaned, the words coming through a little more shakily as she started using her toes as well as the arches of her feet, the drumming digits playing along his cock. Unable to see how she was doing it, he could only focus on her face, her eyes glowing as she stared down at him and as she played with him. Every time that he said that phrase again, she moaned as if she was getting off to the pleasure of the compliment. She gripped his hips desperately as her toes gripped his cock, stroking, teasing, running from the base to just below the head.

She started to grind her ass back again, his tip sliding between the cheeks and nudging against her spit-slick pucker. He panted every time she did, half-sure that she was going to sit on his cock and ride it, but every time, she slid away from it again, focusing on just jerking him off with her feet. He groaned under his breath, slamming his head into the pillow.

"You're the best...fucking tease...in the building..."

"What am I the best at?"

"Footjobs..."

"And?"

"And...and teasing..."

"And..."

"Mmmph..."

"I'm the best," Roxanne said. "So close...come on...just...just tell me..."

"Mmmph..."

"Do I have...the best ass?"

"Let's..."

Draconicon groaned, feeling how close he was, how his cock was just throbbing with need. Those feet felt so good, and they had him right on the edge, bu tthey weren't pushing him over it. Not yet. He needed just a little bit more to get there, and he was going to take it.

"Let's find out."

With a sharp yank that clearly caught the animatronic by surprise, he pulled her hips back and down. Her eyes went wide, some of the eye-light coming out through the synth-flesh around her eyes as he yanked her ass back and over his cock, shoving it in with one fell swoop. The sheer tightness was almost too much, and the rimming had been just barely enough to allow him to get his cock past that tight little hole trying to keep him out.

"Mmmph!"

"Oh...god..."

Her voice reverberated slightly as he held his cock inside of her, a little more of the robot tones than usual coming out as it blurred and blended. She stopped moving, her toes pressed tight to the base of his cock as the dragon got a better grip on her hips.

"Let's...find...out."

She wheezed and whirred, making more robot sounds as he rammed her hips up and down his cock. The padding back there was just enough to keep him from feeling the metal frame under it hitting his hips, but he could still feel the structure under the synth-flesh caressing his cock, channeling it into her depths. Up and down, up and down he went, her body spasming from time to time, one eye rolling slightly out of alignment before it corrected itself. Her articulated fingers twitched, bending the wrong way before coming back into the right positions, and all from what he was doing to her ass.

And it...

Felt...

Great!

He moaned as he felt his pleasure, his balls rising up more and more, pulling tight to his groin as her hole clenched tight around his cock. He panted, working up a sweat to keep her body moving, and he could just barely hear her saying something, now.

"The best...the best...the best..."

"Mmmph..."

"I'm the...best..."

"Your ass...is so...tight..."

"It's...the best." She panted. "And so...are...you!"

She howled as she 'came' again, her eyes closing tight as she clenched down hard on him. The dragon couldn't hold back despite his best efforts, and he came with her, clenching his fingers tight around her hips to keep her down on his cock. The feeling of that hot goo shooting out and pooling around the head of his cock was intense, and so were the rippling, vibration motions that could only be done by a robot against his cock. He panted as that extended his orgasm by a good thirty seconds before fading away.

The two of them laid there on the bed until Roxanne slowly pulled herself off him, looking back. His cock had little toe-prints from the sweat on her toes and their tight grip, and her hole oozed his seed all over his belly. The wolf laughed shakily.

"Heh...maybe...we're both the best."

"Heh, I wouldn't want to take your throne."

"Mmmmm, you tease."

"Only for the best."

She laughed, giving him a playful punch across the chest.

"Anything else?"

"I think I'm good."

"...You sure?"

She sounded almost like she really wanted to have another order. After a moment, he smiled.

"Fine. I could use a bit of a cuddle."

"Heh, sucking up to the best? Fine. Come here."

Still not knowing how much of this was programming and how much of this was an AI with a genuine desire behind it, the dragon snuggled up to the wolf female, pulling her against him before closing his eyes. It was quite a pleasant embrace.

The End

Summary: Draconicon decides to test out a FNAF brothel that's opened temporarily in his city.

Tags: M/M, M/F, Teasing, Foot Fetish, Roxanne Wolf, Montgomery Gator, FNAF Security Breach, FNAF, Animatronic, Dragon, Anal, Rimming, Artificial, Nudity, Exhibitionism, Femdom, Reversal, Programming, Orgasm, Cum, Robot,