Forever at Freddy's

Story by RikTheFox on SoFurry

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#1 of Miscellaneous Stories

WARNING! Contains FNAF, sex, hypnosis, transformation, cock, cum


Series Name: Miscellaneous Stories

Story Name: Forever at Freddy's

Story Theme: Transformation, FNAF

Story Audience: Adult

Summary: Freddy Fazbear's Pizza finds a new employee and the boys are eager to 'introduce' him to the 'business'...

Story:

The pizzeria was quiet at this time of day, all the children still in bed, the parents off to work. In all honesty Freddy much preferred these few hours of peace, when he could relax with his friends before getting ready to receive tiny, obnoxious customers. He didn't tell anyone that.

Today he, Bonnie and Foxy were reclining on the sofa in the staff room, watching some crime television. A German Shepherd anthro was doing a case solo, running to a house whose suspected burglar was still inside. He was, according to him, using his nose to follow the scent tracks of this man, and very successful he was too - it didn't take long for him to pin the burglar to the ground, spilling the stolen contents of his bag all over the floor of the kitchen. The details of the policeman came on screen.

_ Name _

Samuel 'Super Cop' Blackwell

_ Age _

30

_ Favourite Food _

McDonald's

"Samuel 'Super Cop' Blackwell is revered as the best cop in Belfast Police Department," the narrator told the viewers, "he has the strength and intelligence of a human with the agility and incredible nosepower of a German Shepherd. He arrests many people single-handedly, and this is his 250 __th."

"Amazing," Foxy remarked, "does he even take breaks?"

"In his two years on the force, he hasn't taken a single break. It's high time he did!"

The cameraman followed Blackwell into the police department and was greeted with an eruption of cheers and applause. A banner at the back read Congrats on your 250 __th_ successful arrest, Sam!_, and a tremendous cake was presented to him as he was ushered onto the Chief's platform.

"Thanks everybody," Blackwell announced, "but I really should get back to work --"

"Bless him, he works too hard," Chica sighed, coming in after being in the kitchen for a solid two hours making batch after batch of pizzas. After changing his mind - aided by the enormous Chief himself - Blackwell cut the cake and shared it amongst his colleagues, but kindly told his boss that he was on a diet and shouldn't eat a piece just yet. Freddy and the others laughed.

"Ever thought of going on a diet?" Bonnie asked Freddy light-heartedly. Freddy rolled his eyes and chuckled.

"We work in a pizzeria," he replied simply, "I don't think a diet would last very long."

The cameraman got in beside Blackwell before he drove back home. There was a speeding motorist up ahead and Blackwell twitched, obviously anxious to bring him to justice, but simply took out his walkie-talkie and told the department about it. The rest of the way home was particularly uneventful, except Blackwell was giving the viewers very interesting facts about himself and his family.

"Believe it or not, my family was brought up around magic," he told them, "not those tricks that roadside magicians do, but the real stuff, actual magic. It's based around Elements like Fire, Water, Earth etc. Now, my brother and I are very unique in that together we form Spacetime - he's Time, and I'm Space."

"Oooh," Bonnie cooed, interested.

"For example, if I concentrate hard enough on the space in front of the car up ahead, we will phase into a pocket dimension, be thrown through that at quite literally light speed, then come out on the other side of that car. It's all_very _thrilling."

"Can you show us?" the cameraman asked.

"Sorry, no, I have to concentrate on driving at the moment."

"Well, I'm off to get some more ingredients," Chica declared, "I'm a few pizzas short."

She picked up her purse from the end table in the corner, slung it over her shoulder and walked out, passing by an otter-man as she left the building. He was holding an application form, not that Chica had looked over his shoulder at it, but from the quick glance she gave him she could tell by the format and colour of the piece of paper. He was about two inches taller than her and wore a black tank top which was pulled tight around his swimmer's torso, shorts and a piercing on his left ear. He entered through the door and was met by Freddy, Bonnie and Foxy. The bearman was two heads taller and much more muscular (yet still fat in the belly), the rabbitman came up to Freddy's bottom jaw, and Foxy came up to Freddy's ears.

"Good morning," Freddy greeted, "what can we do for you?"

"I'm here to apply for a job," the newcomer replied, handing him the application form. Freddy leaned against the stage.

"Can I just confirm your name and date of birth, please?"

"Flynn Robertson, 5thof July 1995. I'm 20 today."

"And your address, please?"

Flynn gave them his address. All of the details given to them by word of mouth matched what was on the form.

"So, it's your birthday today," Freddy said, "I think a little celebration is in order, but first, we need to show you the staff room."

The television was still on when they entered the cosy staff room. The sofa was slightly worn but still as comfortable as it was when they first bought it; the pizzeria's official advertisement posters on the walls were a little faded after 5 years of idly handing there; but overall it was a nice little cubby hole away from the main attraction. Freddy turned to Flynn with a soft smirk on his face.

"And now for the celebration," he said in a low, velvety voice. He wrapped an arm around the new employee's back and supported his legs with the other, then lowered his head and kissed him. Foxy ducked under Freddy's arm and unzipped the otterman's shorts, revealing his package, and licked the sheath to massage his cock out before wrapping his mouth around it. Flynn was confused at first then closed his eyes, feeling the furry masses push up against him, feeling Freddy's tongue brush against his. Bonnie came up from behind and folded his arms around Flynn's abdomen, licking the newbie's cheeks.

"It's company policy that we 'check' new employees before they can officially 'work' here," he explained softly in his ear.

"This feels like the celebration to me," Flynn replied with a mouth full of bear.

"Same thing."

After a moment, Freddy shifted the otter slightly and eased his own thick, long cock into Flynn's ass. His insides jumped as he felt the member fill the space in his behind, sending waves of pure bliss through his body. He looked down at Foxy and ran his fingers through the thick red fur, then noticed with a start that the webbing between his fingers had disappeared. He stared at his feet as the webbing disappeared from them as well, his toes swelling to canine proportions. He felt his ears lengthen then flop over as his glowing red nose shrank a little, his muzzle pushing out farther until his head looked identical to Foxy's but with quickly thickening and lightening fur. After but a few minutes the physical transformation was complete, resulting in a tall, muscular retriever dogman with pure white fur, but the mental shifting was yet to come.

You are Sparky the dog... You work and live at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, entertaining children with songs and jokes... you love them, and they love you...

You will never leave, but why would you want to? ... Fun before your shift, fun after your shift... nothing can compare to the pleasure you will encounter... Freddy will always be there for you... Bonnie will always keep you smiling... Foxy will always be there to protect you if things go wrong...

"But I want to be myself --" Flynn told the voice in his head hesitantly. Fortunately none of the others thought any less of him when he talked to seemingly nobody.

And you will be... because being yourself is being Sparky... you signed the application form, you knew what you were getting into... perhaps next time you should read the fine print.

You are Sparky...

You are Sparky...

_ You are Sparky... _

"I... I am Sparky," the new employee mumbled, his previous name and form now far behind him. His pupils dilated as the changes conquered his mind, forcing him into his new role and consequently sending cum from his now canine cock straight into Foxy's mouth. All of a sudden the cacophony of excited, screaming children filled the pizzeria as they flooded through the door, the first party of the day. Startled and slightly panicking, the mascots all quickly 'sucked in' their genitals out of sight so that they didn't scare or concern the parents or children, leaving their groins completely smooth.

"There's a room just before this one labelled 'Party Room' - that's where you'll work alongside Bonnie," Freddy instructed Sparky hurriedly, "make sure everyone plays nice and nobody gets hurt. I'll be in the main hall greeting the parents if you need me."

The mascots spread out, Freddy moving into the main hall, Bonnie and Sparky to the Party Room, and Foxy to Pirates' Cove. Freddy shook hands with the five parents and welcomed them into the large space, allowing them to sit down at the tables as he told them about the pizzeria.

"We've been running for just over 5 years and the safety inspectors deemed this 'perfectly safe' each time they visited. We've got three public access rooms: the main hall, the Party Room just beyond the stage and Pirates' Cove to your right. There are five of us: Freddy Fazbear - that's me - Bonnie the Bunny, Foxy the Pirate Fox, Chica the Chicken and our newest recruit, Sparky the Dog."

"What's your main concern?" one of the parents asked.

"The happiness and safety of our little customers. We value them above even ourselves, and as the saying goes, they are our future."

In the Party Room, Bonnie and Sparky frantically pulled the tables into the centre of the room from the walls. Bonnie dealt with the decorations around the walls - bunting, balloons, streamers and a big banner at the back - while Sparky draped the tablecloths over the tables and laid out plates and cutlery. He also placed a party hat and gift bag at each place.

"How're you feeling?" Bonnie asked.

"Nervous mainly," Sparky replied, "but there's a twinge of excitement in there as well."

"Don't worry, just follow my lead."

Children burst into the room and fought for places at the table next to their friends, quelled masterfully by Sparky, who even surprised himself. The kids put on their party hats, the child whose birthday they were celebrating getting a crown rather than a cone. Bonnie asked for and received the presents so that he could stash them away for after the party, when he could give the birthday boy the gifts in a controlled manner and say who they were coming from. One of the presents, however, was for Sparky, and he accepted it graciously and kept it in a different place to the others.

Chica slipped into the pizzeria from the back door, making sure she didn't draw attention to herself as she snuck back into the kitchen and continued to make the pizzas, varying the toppings from American (pepperoni) and Margarita (a simple tomato sauce and mozzarella combo) to Hawaiian (ham and pineapple) and veggie (like Margarita but with spinach and other vegetables instead of any meats). She loved to cook and was a perfectionist, so she ensured that she got perfect results every time. Even the not-so-parents adored her cooking during Adult Party sessions in the evening, which consisted of more rock and pop songs that are aimed at teens and older and rather sensual dancing in every sense of the word.

It turned out Freddy Fazbear's Pizza wasn't child-orientated as often as many people seemed to believe.