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You shift in your seat, your trousers becoming more uncomfortable by the second as you grow more and more aroused. This is just ridiculous, how can you be so turned on right now? Maybe it's being alone. Or the amount of time it’s been since you were ahem, sorted out. But more likely it’s the danger. The creeping fear that seizes your veins at being in this building, knowing that you have to pay attention because if you don’t it’s literally life and death. Your life and death. With these monsters you have to notice every little thing, just the smallest change in pattern could be blood. But fuck is it hard to concentrate when you can’t even sit still.

Even as you do it you know how stupid this is, your hand rests over your crotch just cupping yourself but instantly feeling that familiar pleasure jolt through your body. You know better than anyone else that there are security cameras here, it’s your job to watch them and the risk of being caught is obvious… but no one is looking, right? 

It’s fine, you’re still doing your job… kinda. Clicking through the cameras room by room as you were instructed, though only with one hand because the other is still busy feeling yourself over your clothes. The action was doing the opposite of calming your arousal, rather stoking the flames and pretty soon it's impossible to focus on anything else except the growing primal need to cum. 

You check the animatronics again, assuring yourself that everything is fine enough to indulge in this, that it won’t take long and good fucking lord you need it so bad. Your trousers are near agony at this point and undoing the zip and sliding them down is pleasure in itself. Thrill trickles into your veins at what you’re doing; you’re at work, you can see yourself on this monitor, your hand buried between your legs. At first you’re being efficient, touching yourself exactly how you know you like just to get the job done, but pretty soon the feeling of bubbling pleasure is all you can focus on. You’re rocking into your own hand, unable to stop your head from tilting back and soft moans leaving your lips, any trace of shame has gone.

In fact you’re so lost in it that you don’t hear the careful footsteps down the corridor, the suspect clanking drowned out by the blood rushing in your ears and the continuous whirring of the desk fan. If you saw this in a horror movie you’d be shouting at the screen at how oblivious the protagonist is being. 

The golden rabbit would have passed the security office if not for the sounds coming from the room. The breathy moans, the sound of skin on skin, it’s familiar to him, a sound from his life before the goddamned suit. The creature cocks his head as it peers through the open door, watching you pleasure yourself, your shameless form lit up by the monitor in front of you. His breathing grows heavier as your action stirs the human part of him and just as you’re teetering on your edge he can’t resist the urge to pounce. 

“Fuck…” You breathe, tasting the precipice of your climax, your action becoming more frantic. But then you stiffen, all stimulation coming to a halt as an animal instinct prickles your skin… You’re not alone. You stare at the monitor in front of you, a huge hulking figure visible in the darkness of the screen. You know it’s behind you, but you can’t look. You’re completely frozen. 

In a sudden movement the animatronic’s cold plastic fingers grasp your throat from behind, causing your body to pull forward instinctively, a near-deadly pressure squeezing your windpipe. It holds you firm to the swivel chair, as your huge creature brings its head down, a wheezing breath making you shiver. “Don’t fucking stop.” 

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