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It's way too easy to get lost in the Pizzaplex. Massive hallways, nearly endless flights of stairs. Everytime you think you've gotten somewhere new, around the corner are the same empty rooms. How many times had you passed this stupid daycare center?
After the fifth or sixth time of passing it, your legs are too tired to carry on. There's got to be some kind of robotic staff around here, right? It can't be closing time already, though every hall seems barren and devoid of life, human or otherwise.
So your tired feet drag you into the daycare center. It's one of the brightest places in the Pizzaplex, which is really saying something. Though every corner of the placed was packed with lights and colors and eye-catching splash art, there was something whimsical about this place.
The only entrance to the main area was a tunnel slide. Was there really no other way? Clambering into the slide, you glide down the twisting tube, before being abtuptly deposited into the vast ballpit.
And boy, was this thing big. It was more of a ball moat than a pit. The daycare in itself was massive, though most places in the Pizzaplex were.
Sifting through the multicolored balls, you tried to be as quiet as possible. Surely there had to be some kind of security desk, right? A place with a phone, that you could use to call for help.
Clambering from the pit and up a small slide, you make your way past the huge playset. In the silence, the daycare was...unnerving.
The security desk, at least, looks normal. In fact, it was so plain that you nearly missed it entirely. The monitor on the desk was off, which didn't give you much hope...But there was a button to press on the wall behind you. Surely, that must do something, right? Maybe it called for help!
The button beneath your finger pushes in, and the lights are suddenly gone. It's pitch black, frightening you enough to send you stumbling backwards, bumping into what you remember was the daycare's security desk. At least there's something to hold onto here.
After a few silent moments of nothing but your gentle, slowly calming breath, the sound that floats by your ear is so soft it's almost as if you were hallucinating it.
But no, that's definitely a sound. It's...rustling. It's hard to make out, and only vaguely do you recognize the sound as the rustling of balls in the ballpit you had fallen into after going down that slide.
Your fingers grip the desk behind you hard, eyebrows furrowing as you try to listen for anything else, any sound that might warn you of something that might want to hurt you in the dark.
"...naughty..."
You shriek, throwing yourself forward to the point of smacking right into the wall. You we're never the best at judging distance in the dark.
You try to push away, to at least turn around to attempt to fight your assailant, but you're pushed up against the wall by a body that feels like it's made of vinyl. It rattles you to your core, making you fear even more. This must be one of the robots, right?
"It's past your bedtime." The voice in your ear is almost shrill, making you shudder, goosebumps prickling your arms.
You're entirely trapped, and feeling...strange. Your vision is prickling despite the fact that you can't see at all anyways.
Another shudder brings sweat to your brow, and suddenly your clothes feel far too uncomfortable. In desperation you writhe against the unyeilding robot, who only seems to make soft giggles and whispers that are just barely inaudible with the slight ringing in your ears.
When hands decend upon you, their claws feel sharp, snagging at the worn fabric of your clothes. It takes almost nothing to shred the cloth to bits, making you briefly wonder how this thing could ever belong to a 'daycare'.
At least you aren't quite as hot anymore, though the aching scratches down your back are just as annoying.
Your mouth opens to speak before those claws are around your neck, making your back bow in an attempt to back away, though all you get in return is a giggle and a "naughty, naughty, starlight," that makes your thighs tremble.
Are you really...getting off on this? There must be something going on, because there is certainly no way a robot should be making you feel this good.
Those clawed fingers are gripping your throat and relieving you of all thought, because now you're focused on gasping for breath and the way some third appendage has begun squirming against your ass that was half-bare from the robot's previous shredding of clothes.
"Wha-" Your first word is cut short by your pants almost evaporating right off your body, shredded to mere threads by the robot's hands.
"You're a pretty dolly, aren't you...?" The giggling, trembling voice is so close it's practically in your head. With no barrier, the third appendage comes into contact with your bare skin.
It's wet, and not quite robotic yet definitely not human. It send chills up your spine. It slides between your thighs and you clamp them shut before those god-damned clawed hands are prying them apart, leaving you unable to shy away from the unyielding grip.
"Naughty starlight...you can't hide from me..." High giggles pierce your ears as the tentacle probes over you, exploring and searching for the warmest part of you.
You clench, and writhe, but there is no escape. It's hard to even want to escape, with the urge to push into the contact rising. Each breath you take is heavy and the air feels thick, thicker than the tentacle that is most definitely trying to slip inside of you.
Instinctively you want to pull away but your body is almost moving without your command, arching and rocking back into the touch.
"Oh, sweet starlight." The calmness of that voice now is almost terrifying. Each shift makes the robot jingle in some sort of way, and that sound is becoming more apparent with the way that tentacle seems to be writhing inside of you, trying to spear you open and fuck you raw.
"Naughty...naughty..." The near moans of those words make you spasm, forehead pressed flush against the wall in front of you, panting harshly against the surface as you try to fuck back against the appendage.
It just won't stop searching deeper, even once those vinyl hips were pressed flushed to yours, the writhing never ceases. It presses into every crevice within you, filling you to the brim and making you feel whole.
"You must be punished, starlight...you've been naughty..." The giggles are unsettling but they only serve to make you tremble around the robot's appendage, fingers scrabbling weakly at the smooth wall, eyes rolling back.
How deep could this thing get? It nearly felt like you could cough the tentacle up, chest heaving with the effort of breathing as you tried to not explode.
Mindless moans leave your trembling lips. You're mostly supported by the robot now, who was still holding you by your thighs, ensuring you wouldn't be able to squirm away from their wrath if you even tried. It's hard to tell if your eyes are open or closed, it's far too dark to tell at this point.
"F- uck," Is your first full word of the night, and your reward is long, red claw lines along the back of your thigh, and a growled "naughty, naughty starlight."
It makes you keen, and the wet dripping down your chin is your own drool and nothing else, surprisingly. It would make you embarrassed normally, but it's hard to think of that when the pleasure building inside of you is bursting at the seams.
You're going rigid, tensing up and scrambling for purchase somewhere, anywhere, meeting nothing but your own climax around the relentless movement that was the robot's appendage.
The afterglow was paired with a somewhat fading consciousness. Almost immediately you felt incredibly sleepy and full, paired with the rasping, gasping giggles of the robot.
You try to focus, to hold some grasp on reality, but you feel heavy, and numb, hardly able to open your eyes. Vaguely, you feel yourself being lifted. In the dark, you try to squint, to see where you're going, but there's nothing.
Your quickly fading consciousness overtakes any fear before you can even think about being afraid. Who knows if you would ever awaken again.