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“Do you think the Daycare Attendants are acting...off?”

You glanced at your co-worker as you restocked the freezer in El Chips, then considered. You found the celestial themed animatronics to be rather charming, if you were honest.

“Not that I’ve noticed.” you said, setting in the last of the ice cream and shutting the freezer. “What do you mean?” Your friend shrugged.

“I dunno. Just...I see them standing around a lot lately.” You raised a skeptical eyebrow. 

“You think they’re acting off because they’re...standing.” you repeated sarcastically. “Paula...” Your coworker rolled her eyes.

“You know what I mean! They’re creepy when they just stand there, staring.” she shivered. “Gives me the heebie-jeebies.”

“They can’t exactly blink.” you chided her, plucking the mop bucket from the closet and filling it with hot water. “They weren’t made with human facial expressions. Sometimes standing still is what their programming calls for, it’s not an indicator that they’re being weird.” She shook her head.

“Alright, you know them better than I do. Why you even hang out with them at all is beyond me though.” she looked speculatively at you. “Why do you hang out with them?”

“Why do I hang out with you?” you shot her a lazy smile, and she stuck their tongue out at you. “Because you’re entertaining, and I like you. It’s not that complicated, Paula.”

Paula shrugged, exasperated, and turned back to wiping down tables. As you mopped, you thought about what she had said. There was nothing creepy about Sun and Moon, really. When you understood that their permanent, static grins weren’t the same indicators of mania that a human would have, it was easy to pay attention to their personalities instead.

Sunny was, as his name and theme suggested, a perfect ray of sunshine. He was always cheerful and bouncy, and if he had been able to emote, he probably would have been smiling anyway. He had always been kind to you, and though you had assumed he had done the same to others, you had noticed that your coworkers tended to avoid the daycare. 

Moon was another story. He was aloof, and quiet. You got the impression he resented his plastered-on grin, and even though he wasn’t entirely dour, he certainly wasn’t the upbeat personality that Sunny was. That was okay, though. You liked Moon for different reasons than you liked Sun. He was soft-spoken, more laid back. That said, more of your coworkers seemed afraid of him than of Sun. You were fairly sure it was purely based on his appearance, but it had to be said that you didn’t find either animatronic to be ugly, disturbing, or even unattractive.

You had carefully avoided exploring that thought for a while now. If the fuck buddy relationship you already had with one of your regular coworkers was a bad idea, the very last thing you needed was to become romantically attracted to the robotic ones. Imagine explaining that one to literally anybody. 

You finished mopping, glanced at the clock, and tugged your apron over your head.

“I’m clocking out, Paula!” you called into the back, and heard her faint, affirmative reply. You gathered your things from the staff lockers, and as you were tugging on your jacket, made the decision to stop by the Daycare and see if you could tell what Paula was on about. Not that you thought it really had merit, but also totally not because you liked visiting them. No, not at all.

Walking into the daycare, you saw a few kids playing in the tubes of the play structures. Carefully stepping over the haphazard wires running across the padded floor, you picked your way across the spacious room to the arts and crafts station. 

“Sunshine! We’re so-so-SO happy to see you!” Suddenly you were scooped up in an overly enthusiastic hug, and found yourself face to face with Sunny’s friendly face. “Did you come to visit us? Oh yes, what a nice friend you are!” and he squeezed you slightly before he set you down.

“Hiya Sunny.” you smiled as you straightened your clothes. “How’s it going?” he swayed back and forth excitedly, his tall 8 foot frame towering above you. Somehow their height had never particularly intimidated you, and as you gazed up at him, you wondered why. 

“It’s a lovely, bright, sunshiny day!” he exclaimed, hopping from foot to foot. “And now our favorite person is here, yes yes! A perfect day!”

You giggled, and Sunny stopped capering momentarily, white eyes staring down at you as you looked around, oblivious. His face plate angled, his rays spinning as they extended and retracted erratically.

“Seems like a quiet day too.” you commented. “Not very many kids, are there?”

“Oh that’s alright.” Sunny resumed his motions, his rays rotating around his face as usual when you looked back at him. “That just gives us more time to spend with you, sunflower!”

You couldn’t help it. You blushed, and Sunny’s exclamation of delight only made it worse.

“A blush! A cute blush on our sunflower, cutecute cute !” He giggled, and abruptly his fingertips were touching your cheeks, gliding over your skin carefully. It only made you blush worse, and Sunny’s static face contrived to look apologetic. “O-oh, gosh, sunshine, we’re sorry! We didn’t mean to…”

“It’s alright.” You said quickly, trying to avoid further embarrassment. “I just came by for a second to say goodbye, I’m heading home early!”

Sunny stopped moving so suddenly that it made you blink.

“Early?” He echoed, and you nodded, looking sideways at him. 

“Yyyeah, I have plans tonight and I need to get home and get ready.” You said, furrowing your brow as his rays retracted slightly, but spun faster. He reached down and took your hand, walking slowly towards the Daycare doors with you.

“Plans?” He inquired sweetly.

“Mhm. Just uh. Thing.” You said lamely, suddenly recalcitrant to tell them about Lucas and your friends with benefits arrangement. “With a coworker.”

Sunny was silent as you reached the big brown door, and you got the impression he was frowning. “Sundrop?” You asked, and his attention snapped to you. 

“Oh, sorry sunshine!” He laughed, swaying back and forth again. “We were miles away. What were you saying?”

“…nothing important.” You said, puzzled. “But I’ll see you tomorrow, ok?”

Sunny leaned down and bonked his faceplate gently against the top of your head in his version of a kiss.

“Of course, sunflower! Have fun with your coworker tonight!”

You smiled as you walked out. Sunny waved as the doors closed. It didn’t occur to you that Sun’s goodbye meant he had heard exactly what you said.

Sunny waved cheerfully as the door closed. The moment you were out of sight, his hand dropped, and he stood up straight, thinking.

That didn’t sound like an innocent set of plans. Moon said in the headspace. Sun growled and spun on his heel, stomping back towards the staff lockers. He glanced around before opening yours, rifling through things before taking several things and shutting the locker quietly.

He hurried to their room carrying the pilfered items, and laid them out methodically on the bed.
A tube of lipstick. He picked it up, opened the cap, and brought it to his faceplate. His olfactory sensors picked up your delicate scent, and he sighed softly. You were wearing a fresh coat of  this color when you left… your mouth had been on this very tube less than an hour ago. His metal frame shivered as he pressed the side of the tube against his plate, his static grin unmoving as he basked in your sweet smell. 

He delicately extended the rosy red lipstick, setting it against his face and drawing hearts. He moved slowly, almost reverently, a ritual clearly practiced many times before. Taking the feel, the taste of your mouth, using it to place symbols of your love on their body. 

At last, reluctantly, he put it down, and picked up a bottle of your perfume. This one, like the lipstick, he would put back when he was done. He carefully spritzed the delicious smell over their pillows, then pulled his red and yellow ruff from around his neck and put just a bit on the inside of the cloth. Setting the bottle down, he let his ruff snap back onto his neck, and groaned aloud as a puff of scent rose from the motion and surrounded him.

What do you think she’s actually doing? Moon asked quietly, and Sunny sighed.

“I suspect our little sunflower is being...” he paused, and disgust twisted his voice as he spat the next word. “Pollinated.” Moon recoiled internally.

B-but...she’s ours! He cried, distraught. She can’t let someone else... he choked for a moment, anger bubbling up. They can’t have her! She needs to stay with us. Ours. Ours, ours, always ours! His tone was rising with his temper, growing more frantic. We won’t let her! He snapped suddenly. 

Sunny picked up the final piece of stolen goods from the bed. As he had suspected, you had changed out of your uniform with haste. You must have brought new panties with you too, because you had left a pair in your locker with your other things. He pressed them to his faceplate, and felt a jerk of his gears as the smell of your sweet cunt rubbed across his smile.

That belongs to us. Moon rasped angrily. She belongs to us. Nobody else.

Sunny agreed. This wouldn’t do.

This wouldn’t do at all.

You walked into work the next morning, a little extra bounce in your step. The evening had gone extremely well, and ultimately you had wound up spending the night at Lucas’ place. You didn’t mind, and seemingly neither did he, because the morning’s activities before work had been rigorous to say the least.

It had also cut things far too close, and you both had to rush into work...which meant that there was currently a thin trickle of cum dripping slowly down your leg from where he had pulled out and spurted thin lines of seed over your thighs and belly. You intended to get into the restroom and deal with the problem before your shift started, but were waylaid by other coworkers and tasks.

Sighing, you clocked in. It had dried by now, nothing left for it but to scrub off at the end of your shift in the employee shower. You flipped Lucas off when you saw him outside the Daycare later in the day after closing, after he gave you a knowing smirk. He strolled up to you, leaned a bit closer than he really should have while at work, and said,

“Gladly. My place at 9, gorgeous.”

You flushed, and he hummed as he resumed walking down the hall to his desk at security. 

The arrogant, dominant prick. you thought. Assuming I’ll just jump into his bed when he says so.  Your flush deepened slightly as you thought of the previous night, when his hand had been fisted in your hair as he held you in place, cock deep in your throat, growling at you to take every drop. No, it does not matter if he’s right. You added to yourself as you continued your route down to the showers.

You didn’t see the red, glowing eyes watching you from atop the daycare’s largest play structure, nor the way they blackened to red pin pricks when Lucas neared you. Moon watched you walk away.

At the last moment, you veered towards the Daycare doors. You didn’t want to miss the chance to see Moon, because you were so rarely able to be around when he was. You walked across the play mats, raising your voice.

“Moonie!” 

“Right here, ssstarlight.” the voice was right behind you, and you jumped involuntarily. 

“Oh my gosh, Moonie, don’t sneak up on me like that!” you chided him playfully. “I thought I’d come by and say hi before I go!” He looked around you.

“You don’t have your things.” he said, and you shrugged.

“I need a rinse in the shower first.” you explained, “It’s been a...long day.” You shifted slightly.

Moon watched you for a moment, then leaned forward suddenly. His permanent grin bumped gently against your forehead.

“It’s good to see you.” he said softly, and you shivered at his gravelly voice so near to you. 

“You too!” you reached up impulsively and pulled him into a hug. His huge arms enfolded you, and for a moment as you pulled back,  you thought he might not let you go. “I’ll come back tomorrow night, okay? We can hang out.”

Moon angled his head. 

“You need to leave so soon?” he asked, and you shrugged. 

“I need that shower, Moonpie. And I need to get home and get ready for my other plans.” you teased. “Don’t worry. I’ll spend a bunch of time with you tomorrow!” you disengaged from him entirely and smiled up at him before you went back to the door and left the Daycare.

Moon watched you go, unmoving, tracing your own movements with his security sensors as he watched you enter a locker room with a shower.

Plans! Sun exclaimed, annoyed. Two nights in a row?

“She smells like...” Moon paused, then cocked his head. “The security guard from Monty Golf.” he checked the system files. “Lucas. Her whole body reeks of him. Even her hair.”

She was with him last night. Sun snarled as Moon turned his attention back to your movements. He could see your heat signature on his thermal sensors.

You were drawing off your shirt.

Moon was in motion before Sun even barked the command, hooking on his line and scrambling into a ceiling vent before racing down to the locker room. He crept up to the vent overlooking the room silently, the steam rising from the shower drifting past him in the confined space.

You stood just outside the reach of the water, your soft body exposed to their gaze for the first time. They memorized every curve as you turned to grab a washcloth, wet it, and began scrubbing at your skin. You turned as you did so, until you faced them, and they could see all of you, from your round, heavy breasts to your generous hips and soft mound.

Whatever elation Moon had about seeing you in such a state was stifled by Sun’s snarl of outrage as he realized why you had needed the shower.

She’s covered in him . He growled. His cum. He fucked her, and marked her with him. His words shook with rage, even in the headspace. Moon stayed absolutely still, fighting with Sunny to not take control of the body and sweep you up.

“She’s washing it off.” he murmured, sotto voce. This didn’t seem to satisfy Sunny, who was furiously pacing in the headspace.

We have to take her.  He said at last, and Moon paused.

“We can’t...” he whispered, and Sunny’s angry snarl made him duck his head.

TAKE. HER. he growled. You heard her. She has plans again. He’s going to fuck her again...make her cum on his vile cock, mark her with his disgusting seed.

Moon shuddered, hating the image, hating the smell of anyone but them on you.

You had walked under the water, and were gliding your hands over your body as you washed. He stared, transfixed, feeling his mechanisms heat up as you slipped your hand down your plump belly and over your dripping mound.

He stifled a moan of need as you slicked two fingers through your folds, leaning back against the wall beneath the shower spray, and began playing with yourself. Your fingers stroked and rubbed over your pretty pussy, dipping inside every so often as you whimpered and moaned. He moved a little closer for a better view, and sucked in a shocked breath. On your inner thigh was a dark, bruised bite mark. 

Sunny went ballistic. He clawed for control of the body, intent on claiming you there and then.

Moon fought, trying to push him back into calm. 

“No! We can’t…c-cant take her like this.” He groaned with the effort, and sunny relented a little as Moon continued, “N-not until she wants us…” his eyes were still trained on you, and he huffed a desperate, artificial pant as you spread your lips with one hand and plunged two fingers inside your needy, wet hole.

“That’s it, starlight.” he whispered, his own hands pressing against his smooth pelvic plate beneath his pants. The sensors there sent the sensation rocketing higher with every stroke of your fingers as you added a third, whining aloud and bucking into your hand. “Fuck yourself...oh, it should be our fingers buried so deep inside you...”

“Nnnh...” you whimpered, and he slid closer to listen to your lovely sounds. “Hahh! Moonie...S-Sunny...”

Moon’s frame shook suddenly as his fans kicked on, cooling the sudden flush that rose to his unmoving face. You were...moaning their name? 

I knew she wanted us! Sunny crowed triumphantly. TAKE HER, MOON!

“N-not yet...” Moon moaned, watching your stretched hole intently as you fucked yourself faster, writhing against the wall until at last, you arched with a cry of pleasure, and the sudden  gush of your arousal around your fingers was just as quickly washed away in the water.

You stayed there a moment, breathing hard, then slowly began to finish your shower.

Moon huffed for a moment despite not needing to, watching you. Sunny was clawing at him inside, but he couldn’t stop staring at your beautiful form. Rounded and soft, full in so many good ways. Oh, how amazing you would feel against them, touching them...coming undone for them.

“We’ll take her,” he said softly. “But first.” his gaze finally broke from you, and he moved back down the vent as Sunny protested. “We have a security guard to take care of.” Sunny stopped.

Then he grinned in the headspace.

Y̶͉̒̍̇̆͘̚E̵͗͂̓͂̍̚͝ͅS̷̡̡̭̲̞̞̗̳͖̟̱̅̓̽̌͗͜͝͝.̶̧̟͉̭̩̿̍̉̑̽̆̽͒̍͂̍̕

They quickly found the offending guard on his patrol through Roxy Raceway. Moon hovered in the darkness near the ceiling, watching him as he strolled around, giving cursory greetings.

He seemed fairly innocuous, Moon thought. Maybe it would be enough just to scare him a little. Make him not come back.

No. Sunny snapped. The image of your pretty body, coated in his cum…your soft, pristine skin stained by his touch. That bite mark…Sunny snarled, and Moons ire rose with his. He’s trying to claim her. Scaring him off isn’t enough. There was a dark silence in the headspace for a moment before Sunny spoke again, his tone low and deadly. We’ll make sure he never comes back.

A chill went up Moon’s spine as he crawled along the ceiling and down the far wall of the raceway. He had tainted you…stained you. You would need to be cleansed, covered in THEIR marks instead. Not a scrap of him could remain on you.

He dropped silently to the floor and sidled into the light. A whir and click signaled the switch, and Sunny’s smiling, yellow and orange visage appeared. He skipped joyfully over to the raceway attendant, watching the guard with his peripheral sensors as he made insignificant small talk.

He had circled the raceway and was wandering back towards the ticket and helmet rental counter where they stood. Sunny gauged the area, and identified a spot with relative darkness that would be ideal.

“What are the daycare attendants doing here?” The guard demanded of the attendant. His nameplate read ‘Lucas’. “They’re supposed to be in the daycare at all times.”

The other staff looked at Sunny apologetically, as though trying to make up for the guards rude manners. Sunny turned his too-manic smile on Lucas, who despite his bravado took a step back.

“Just visiting, friend!” He said cheerfully. The guard looked them up and down skeptically, and with more than a hint of contempt. He looked at the raceway attendant, and addressed them instead of Sun.

“Get them outta here, will ya?” He snapped, disgruntled. “They give me the creeps.” He walked off.

“Sorry about him,  Sunny.” The attendant said. “He’s kind of a dick sometimes, but he doesn’t really mean it.” They paused uncertainly, then added, “I think.” Sunny’s rays rotated brightly as he laughed. 

“That’s okay, friend!” He exclaimed, “Wouldn’t want to get you in trouble. I’ll be off then!” and he turned to walk towards the door and waved cheerfully.

He capered around the corner, and as soon as he was out of sight, straightened up and quietly veered away from the door. He controlled the switch while in the darkness of the room, and Moon was honestly grateful for that. He wasn’t sure he had the stomach to do what Sunny was about to do. 

He watched as Lucas walked past their hiding spot, rounding the corner out of sight of the race attendant, and Sunny moved like lightning. Moon's aerial line dropped from the ceiling, snagging the loop on Sunny’s back at the same time as one long arm coiled around Lucas’ waist. The other clamped over his mouth, cutting off his cry of alarm before it could form properly, and Sunny hauled him silently up to the ceiling.

Lucas squirmed in his grasp, and Sunny said in a low but cheerful tone

“Wiggle a little more, oh please do. What a shame if I were to drop you.”

Lucas froze, and Sunny alighted on a catwalk high above the race track. His grip around Lucas’s torso tightened, and the man gasped for breath against his hand. 

“Silence is golden, friend.” Sunny said sweetly as he traversed the walks through the PizzaPlex until he reached the locker room they had watched you in. Sunny had been efficient - it had barely taken ten minutes to snatch up the young man. He could hear you still showering as he silently dropped to the ground and entered the locker room doors, Lucas held tightly to his chest.

Sunny moved to a spot where you couldn’t see him, but he and Lucas could see everything . The guard tried to whimper in dismay, but the sound was stifled when Sunny squeezed his chest a little tighter.

“Yessss. You understand, don’t you, friend?” Sunny said against his ear, a growling undertone making the otherwise innocuous words menacing. “You know exactly what you did.”

The growl was becoming a dangerous thrum. As they watched, your hands had slipped back down your body, and both figures in the shadows stilled, eyes locked on you.

Your fingers dipped between your legs again, and you whimpered, slipping to  your knees and leaning forward as you spread them. Your lovely, deep pink pussy was on full display, and Lucas made the mistake of letting a whine escape his throat. Sun’s hand tightened on his face, and he whimpered in pain.

You had plunged two fingers into your exposed hole, and were whining and crying out with abandon as you rocked back on them steadily. Sunny focused on you, waiting.

“Listen.” he breathed against Lucas’ ear. “Listen to her.”

“Nnnh!” you whimpered, your hips beginning to slap down against your fingers, plunging them deep inside you. “Mmnh! Hah! S-Sunny...don’t stop...” A shiver wracked Sun’s huge frame, and the possessive growl he let out was audible only to Lucas, whose eyes had widened. He was clawing at Sun’s hand over his mouth. 

“You see now.” Sunny murmured. “Listen to her beg for us.”

Lucas watched, tears forming in his eyes as you cupped one breast and pinched your nipple, arching your back and bouncing on your fingers faster.

“Moonie...hah...please, please, please...f-fuck me harder...”

“She’s ours .” Sunny’s hiss was right against the guard's face. “And we don’t take what doesn’t belong to us, do we? No indeed...that would be against the rules, friend. ”

Lucas wriggled again, and Sun snarled, pulling him back into the deeper shadows, away from you.

“But oh, you’ve already had your fun with our toy, haven’t you?” He sneered as he moved swiftly out of the locker room you were in, and slipped into a separate one. This one was empty and silent, the bare tile cold and unwelcoming as Sunny chose a stall and drew the plastic curtain around it. “Rule breaker.” he snapped, finally releasing his grip on the boy. He staggered forward, barely catching himself on the wall before he whirled to stare at Sunny.

“What the fuck are yo-”

Sunny’s hand shot out and wrapped around his neck tightly.

“No foul language in the Daycare.” he said cheerfully, and Lucas gurgled, pulling in vain at Sun’s fingers. Sun’s permanent grin seemed much more malicious now as the blank white eyes stared into the guards. “Such a rule breaker. We know how to deal with rulebreakers who 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙨.”

Moon turned his gaze away in the headspace as Sunny’s fingertips extended Moon’s sharp claws, and he dragged the guard close to his faceplate.

“W̡̙̪e̡̞͓ m̢̝͔a̙̼͎k͔̘e͙̦̞ s̢͎̦u̻̘͜r̟͎͖e̡̘̫ t̡̘̝h̠͕̘e͓͙͙y̼͚͖ c̪͓͓a̡̘̙n̪͇͉ n̠̘̞e̫͙̠v̫̫͜e̢̼͖r̡͍͔ d͓̺͜o̼̠̘ i͓̘̫t̙̠͉ a̢͙͉g͙͎a̻͖͖i͚̘͚n̡͚̟.͔̠” he snarled.

~~

Later that evening, when you knocked on Lucas’ door, he never answered. You swallowed your disappointment. He must have forgotten about you. You frowned, then got in your car and went home instead, growing more upset by the minute. And he had seemed so nice...you had begun to hope that he might want more than a fuckbuddy situation with you.

Tomorrow you’d give him a piece of your damn mind. Did the idiot think he could ghost you when you worked together? You rehearsed what you’d say to him the next morning as you went home and got into bed. 

By the time you had settled comfortably into sleep, the S.T.A.F.F. bots had taken out the heavy garbage bags that Sunny had left for them.

By morning, all the blood had been cleaned up, and the locker room sparkled. 

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Arriving at work the next day, you sought out Lucas. Sleep had calmed your anger, and you were willing to believe he had just gotten tied up or had some other situation that didn’t let him cancel with you.

You checked Gator Golf first, but he wasn’t there. Monty pointed you to Roxy Raceway, but the attendant there said the last they had seen of Lucas was yesterday afternoon just before they went off shift.

Anger bubbled up again. Now he had called out to avoid you? The asshole!

Your feet took you to the daycare without input from your brain, and you sought the comfort of your animatronic friends when you realized.

“Sunshine?” Sunny’s rays twitched , concerned, when he saw you. “What’s wrong? You look miserable.”

You sniffed, scrubbing away a tear. “Yeah I’m fine, it just…I just…there was this guy and I thought things between us were okay.”

“And they aren’t…okay?” Sunny prompted, kneeling in front of you. You shook your head, and the tears welled up. You launched into his arms and started sobbing against his shoulder. He held you tight, petting your hair gently.

“It’s alright, sunflower.” He soothed. “Whoever he is, he doesn’t know what he’s missing.” You wept a little longer, then pulled back, wiping your eyes.

“I’m sorry. This must seem so stupid to you…” Sunny reached out and cupped your cheek, brushing your tears away gently. 

“Not stupid.” He said softly. “Just… human. It’s alright to be upset.” His thumb slid gently along your cheek again, and you realized how intimate a picture you made. Blushing, you looked up into his permanently smiling face. 

“I’m so tired of being ghosted.” You sighed. “Why did he do this? We were getting on so well.” Sunny sighed and shook his head. 

“Who knows. Maybe he found another lover?” Tears gathered in your eyes.

“Oh god, you’re right!” You buried your face against his shoulder again as he pulled you close. “He probably found someone better, and knew I was getting too attached…” You sobbed into his shirt. He rubbed your back gently and nuzzled his faceplate against your neck.

“It’s okay, sunflower.” he murmured. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing. Such a perfect little star, beautiful and sweet.” Your tears began to dry, and you registered his words. 

“W-What?” You asked, pulling back to look at him. His white eyes gazed unblinkingly back at you. “Sunny.. did you just say I’m beautiful?” His faceplate angled. 

“Of course.” He said matter of factly. “Nobody is as lovely as our sunlight.” You blushed furiously, and Sunny’s rays whirled happily as he continued to hold you and brush your cheeks gently. 

Your name was suddenly called against the daycare, and you broke free from whatever spell he had  over you, jerking away from him guiltily. You thought you heard a soft noise that was almost a growl, but when you looked back at Sunny he was already capering off elsewhere.

You shook yourself and crossed the daycare to the coworker calling your name.

Sunny stalked. He was very good at stalking, despite his height and color scheme, because he could stalk in plain sight and never be suspected of anything. He stalked by skipping along, waving cheerfully to anyone he met. 

And in the meantime, his unmoving eyes watched you. Always, always watched you, he had to know where their sunflower was. Had to keep you safe, oh yes. You could never be too far from them…it was all he could do not to stop you from leaving the plex every night after work.

Moon had partially solved that by placing a tracking and access bug on your smartphone. Whenever they liked, they could tap into the camera, audio, or any other aspect they liked, to check up on you. How else would they know if you were safe, or sad, or lonely...or with somebody else.

It hadn’t been long before it became obvious to everyone that Lucas wasn’t coming back to the Pizzaplex. Moon didn’t like to think about where he had gone, but Sunny took a grim delight in the memory. He had touched you, after all. Done lascivious, disgusting, filthy things to you...there was simply nothing else for it. Lucas had to go, before he foolishly thought you belonged to him.

Sunny’s rays contracted in anger suddenly, and he straightened from his crouch near the play structure where he had been cleaning. You would never have belonged to him, or anyone else. You were theirs, and he was impatient to ensure you knew that beyond a shadow of a doubt. They had resumed nicking your things, rubbing them against their bodies, savoring your smell, the feel of you vicariously. 

You’d know you were theirs. Very, very soon, you would learn who you belonged to.

After your initial moping period after Lucas ghosted you (and literally everyone else), you had decided to check out a few dating and hookup apps. A few promising matches cropped up, and you began to look forward to meeting up with folks again. 

You spent more time with Sun and Moon. They were always understanding, always ready to cater to your every need. It was almost embarrassing how much they doted on you. 

You began to take more notice of their actions then. After all, they had comforted you when you needed it...and Sunny had called you beautiful. Exactly as friends should do when reassuring one after a breakup. Well. Sort of a breakup.

The dating apps were certainly a comfort. The attention you had been getting from a free voice suitors was very flattering indeed, and you even had plans to grab a coffee with one next week.

Or you did, until the messages with him abruptly vanished. You hadn’t even gotten around to giving him your number yet, and he’d already unmatched you. Typical. Another match had asked for your number, and when you gave it, they never messaged or called anyway. You were growing frustrated, and turned to your two animatronic friends for comfort, as you always did lately.

You had grown ever more fond of them, and it had become clear to you not much later that something was indeed off with the two animatronics. You saw them around more often, caught them watching you when they thought you weren’t looking. They were constantly near you when you were at work, no matter where you were. More than once you had caught a glimpse of Moon’s red eyes glowing in the darkness above you, or heard the soft jingle of Sunny’s bells as he moved a little closer around a corner. After a while, it was very obvious what was going on.

They liked you! They must, they were following you around like puppy dogs! You wanted to return the interest, but you weren’t quite sure how...after all, it had been a coworker who had broken your heart. You held a burning hope, though, that this time, it would be different. That you would be cherished, and loved, and cared for. And...

Your face heated in a blush as you thought of the porn you had watched the previous night while in bed on your phone, had fucked yourself to. A woman in light rope bondage, held up against a wall with one leg lifted as she cried and moaned. The previous scene had her disobeying her dominant and playing with herself after being told not to.

Her punishment was being used as a flashlight for his pleasure, and she dripped slick onto the floor beneath her as her Dom pounded his cock into her. He fucked her harder as she whimpered and begged, and fisted his fingers in her hair when he told her to be quiet and she failed.

He yanked her head back as he groaned and came inside her. She sobbed aloud, legs shaking as he stopped moving and pulled out of her without ceremony and walked away, leaving her a shaking mess as she sagged to the floor. Used as a sex toy, filled like a cumdump and then discarded. Ignored until  your punishment was over, when he would take you on his arms again and cuddle you, tend to your every need.

To your horror, you realized you had grown wet. You crossed your legs, your flush turning crimson. For all his faults, Lucas had provided exactly the kind of harsh, pleasurable discipline you craved in bed. You seriously doubted Sunny was even capable of lightly scolding you, and that was...unfortunate. He was just so sweet, how could you look at such an innocent face and ask him to call you a filthy slut, and then draw you a bath and wait on you hand and foot when he was done stuffing you so full of his fingers that you begged him to stop?

You gave a soft whine under your breath. Thinking about your sweet Sunny saying such debaucherous things to you was hotter than you care to admit. Sighing, you glanced at your watch and stood. Breaktime was over, and you headed back behind the counter at El Chips. You were soaked, and you didn’t have any spare panties here.

Well. You did , but they had disappeared, and you had a fairly good idea of who had taken them. The audacity - and the intensely intimate, perverted implications behind it- did nothing but make you wetter. Were they...sniffing it? Holding it? Rubbing it against their...well, whatever it was they had between their legs? Were they whimpering in their tower as your scent filled their senses, moaning and grinding against your panties?

“God damnit.” you shook your head, pressing your thighs together. None of this was helping your predicament. What you needed was a good solid fuck to get Lucas out of your system, but you had no options for that at the moment besides your toys...or your own fingers. 

You sighed, pulling out the cleaning supplies and starting your closing routine.

Maybe...maybe you should...leave a more intricate pair in your locker for them? After you had worn them appropriately, of course. Your face heated, and you resolved to do just that the next day.

What exactly am I looking at? Sun asked as Moon showed him the activity logs.

“Her phone activity.” Moon said, flicking through the data reports. “She downloaded an app called Kindling recently.”

What’s it for?

“Dating.” Moon almost spat the word. Sunny’s anger began to bubble.

Dating! We can’t have that, no no no! She can’t be dating.

“I think we should make sure she isn’t.” Moon said, accessing the  camera on the phone. The image blinked into view in the headspace. It was dark, and the camera stared up at the ceiling. They could hear your gentle breathing somewhere off to the left as you slept. “Good, she’s asleep. Let’s handle things.”

He accessed the app, and sorted through your messages. A few salacious ones, which he promptly deleted. Then there were the more serious matches.

Coffee. Sunny growled. Is that a euphemism?

“No, I think she’s actually getting coffee with them this weekend.” Moon studied the texts. “But she shouldn’t be spending time with anyone but us.” He opened the keyboard and began to type.

I’ve just been fucking with you, fyi

It’s been funny watching you think I’m actually interested in such an ugly cunt lmao

What’s the point of this? Just block him. Sunny snorted.

“No, if I do that she can see and might unblock them.” Moon explained. “If I can get them to unmatch with her, the chat vanishes and she’ll never know why.”

Clever. Sunny said, impressed. As long as they never come near her again. He added with a snarl. Moon nodded absently as he sent similar texts to the other two “dates”.

Within a half hour, all three had sent heated replies and unmatched. Moon had just  closed the app, satisfied, when a text message came in straight to her number. Checking it, he saw a text from a name that wasn’t one of those he messaged.

Hey cutie. It’s Benjii. :) Still up for dinner?

His static grin darkened as he sat cross legged in their tower. This one had gotten too close. 

He messaged back, after he sought out the person on the dating up and unmatched them.

Sorry man, whoever she is,  she gave you a wrong number. 

There was a beat of time, and then a response

Fuck! I knew she was too good to be true. Thanks bud, sorry to bother so late.

Moon smiled grimly.

No prob. Better luck next time bro.

Where did you learn to speak like a human so well? Sunny asked. Moon shrugged.

“Our younger assistants are…instructive.” He said. “And their phones are terribly easy to hack.”

Is that all of them?

Moon nodded, scanning through the rest of her matches and messages.

“That’s it.”

Good. Sunny snapped. Nobody touches her but us .

His tone turned soft and deadly.

If they do…they’ll regret it.

You were nervous coming in to work later that week. You wore a pretty pair of lacy panties that you had purchased specially for this occasion, dark blue with silver stars. It had little lace up bits on the sides, where you had attached little sun and moon charms.

After all, what was the point of giving them something so very naughty unless they knew that you knew it was them.

You wore the panties most of the day, and the feel of the soft lace against your skin and the knowledge of what they would have seen if only they looked beneath your skirt turned you on unbearably.

By the time you changed out of them, the panties were soaked. You put on your comfortable ones just before you left work that evening.

With any luck, they would take the hint.

“We need a fresh pair.” Sunny growled as he strode into the locker room. “She hasn’t left one here for weeks, I wonder if she…” he trailed off as he opened your locker and inhaled sharply. It smelled SO strongly  of you… his eyes fell on the pretty panties, laid out nicely for them to see, and he stared at the little celestial charms that decorated it.

What. Moon breathed in the headspace.

“She...” Sun’s tone reflected the salacious grin his faceplate couldn’t convey, and he plucked the delicate lace underthings from the shelf and cradled them almost reverently in his large hands. “She left it on purpose.” He brought the item to his faceplate, and his olfactory sensors went into overload. Moon moaned deeply, shuddering.

She wore them. He whispered. She wore them for us. She smells...sooooo good...

Sun had clutched the panties to his face, and was rubbing them slowly along his unchanging smile. They whined as they felt the dampness on their surface, and not for the first time they longed to be able to taste  you. Your slick was heavy on the garment, and painted a delicious streak across their face plate. They groaned and rubbed their face into the wet lace, fans kicking on and olfactory sensors working overtime as they thought of all the things you must have been fantasizing to make you this wet.

The charms left no doubt that you had known who was taking your clothing...and were a clear invitation. 

“Want her.” Sunny growled, bunching the material between his fingers. “ Nnnneed her...!”

Moon was vibrating in the headspace. He needed you too...and his restraint was vanishing as rapidly as Sun’s patience.

Your fingers dipped between your legs slowly as you watched the video on your phone screen. 

Smack !

“Thank you Sir!”  

Smack, smack!

“Mmnnnh! NNnNNH!”

“Use your words.” The dom raised his hand once more and brought his cupped palm down on the soft, pink ass of his sub. You whimpered, fingers circling your clit as the woman on screen grew wetter and squirmed. A vibrating wand was tied to her inner thigh, resting squarely against her clit and audibly buzzing against her cunt. Her hips were gyrating against it, stuttering as it became too much and she sobbed aloud. Her arms were tied to the legs of the bench she was bent over, and the rope held her there as she jerked and bucked against the sensation.

“Nnh! S-sir… Sir please!” she begged, and his fingers gripped her hair, pulling her head back. “Puh-please, I w-want to cum!”

“No.” he said, and his tone was almost harsh. “You’ll not be cumming tonight, you filthy little slut. You came quite enough from playing with yourself earlier without permission.”

Her whine of desperation was delicious, and you gasped softly as you arched your hips, rubbing yourself faster when he administered another stinging slap to her backside, then slid his finger straight up her wet folds and flicked her clit.

She cried out and pressed up into him, but he withdrew immediately and she groaned with frustration.

“What was that?” he said sharply, and gave a smack to her swollen clit. She bucked and screamed. “I thought I heard you complain, kitten!”

“N-n-no sir!” she exclaimed urgently. “N-no-no-no-no, p-please...p-please! Don’t stop!” she bucked and whined as he smacked her abused little pussy again, making her drip.

“ Quiet. ” he snarled, and her whimpers became muted as she pressed her face against the padding of the bench in an effort to silence herself. “That’s a good little whore.” he growled, and picked up a leather paddle. He began working over her backside with it, loud slaps echoing as he spanked her, hard. 

Her whimpering broke through, and he stopped, then unceremoniously jammed two fingers into her dripping cunt. She screamed, back arching, but her deep groan of pleasure sent shivers through your body. You plunged two fingers inside yourself in turn, and began thrusting at the same pace  as he fingered her.

“F-f-fuck...Sunny...Sir...please...!”you whispered, hips thrusting up in time with you 

fingers. “Please fuck me...please, please....” You didn’t notice the little red light blink on your front facing camera as you fucked yourself slowly on your fingers. “Nnh! Please Sir...please, I need you...need you inside me...fucking me...god...”

You gasped as you sped up, whining and huffing as your fingers slid deeper, imagination wandering over your pretend scenario.

“M-Moonie...harder...” you panted, fingers spreading your lips as you picked up a pretty blue toy and began rubbing yourself with it, then pushed the vibrating head into your wet slit. You cried out, lifting your hips, imagining the lunar themed animatronic holding you up by them as he fucked your swollen little cunt deep and slow. Eyes clenched tightly shut, you could almost hear them in your imagination, Moonie’s rough, gravelly voice cooing to you.

Naughty girl. Naughty little stars must be punished… 

“Hah!” your lips parted as you arched, thrusting the toy deep, and nearly screaming as you pressed it against the bundle of nerves inside you. “God! Yes! P-punish me! Nnnh!!” the tension was too much, and you arched into your orgasm, gasping out Moon’s name over and over as you shook. You collapsed with a whimper, switching off the vibrations but leaving the toy inside you, rocking it slowly against your pelvis. 

You take us so well, pretty girl. Moon’s voice purred. You want us buried inside you, don’t you stardust?

“Yes...” you whimpered, eyes shut as you rolled your hips against the toy, feeling the heat in your belly build. “Yes, please, Moonie...want you...want both of you...”

Such a wanton little slut. Sun’s voice entered your fantasy, and you whined eagerly at the authority in his voice, a tone you never thought to hear. How needy your little pussy is. You belong to us, sunshine. Only us.

“O-only...only...” you panted, bucking into your hand again as you pushed the toy rapidly in and out of your abused hole. “Only y-you...hnnnh...Sunny, please...please, make me cum...mmmnnn...S-Sunny!”

Cum hard, my pretty whore. Right now. His voice instructed. 

You cried out again as you came hard around the toy, pussy clenching down and holding it in place as your body tightened. You sobbed his name as your knees pressed together desperately, thighs shaking with the force of your climax. By the time it subsided, you were left trying to catch your breath, drawing the toy from your aching cunt slowly and with a whimper. Eyes still closed, you shivered as your daydream-Sunny whispered in your ear.

I hope you enjoyed that orgasm, sunshine. It will be the last time you’re allowed to until our hands are on you.

Your breath caught, and your eyes opened suddenly, darting around. His voice had sounded so...real. Nothing was evident in the room, and you let your head flop back on the bed, exhausted. Your thighs were still trembling as you rolled over and picked up your phone. You unlocked it, and it opened to the camera. You swiped it away, not thinking much of it, and checked your messages.

Nothing. You heaved a grumpy sigh and deleted the dating app. 

It wasn’t worth it. 

There was so much to be done. Preparations to be made, supplies to be gathered, plans to finalize. Part of which was finding out exactly how far their programming would let them go beyond the daycare.

Go. Sunny urged. I know we can.

Moon stood in the rafters of the pizzaplex lobby, gazing at the roof access in front of him. He reached out for the handle, then hesitated. Sunny, growing impatient, snorted.

We won’t know unless we try. He said firmly, and Moon steeled himself as he opened the door and edged out onto the roof. The sky opened up above them, and he stared for a moment at the field of stars that met his gaze.

“It’s beautiful,” he said softly. Sun agreed, but had a different prize on his mind. 

The edge, over there.

Moon went where he was told, gazing down over the edge of the building and into the parking lot below. They both let out an excited breath. 

“We can leave the plex?” Moon wondered aloud. 

I knew they were full of it when they told us our programming prevented us from going into other areas. Sun grunted as Moon moved to experimentally find what boundaries they did have.

They had thought they would need to keep her in the daycare tower. As accessible as it was though, it presented a challenge in keeping you for themselves. Nobody could be able to find you, no no.  That would ruin everything. But now...now the possibilities have expanded. They could take you...why, they could take you anywhere they pleased. To keep you all to themselves, in some place hidden, away from the eyes of others.

Somewhere to teach you, slowly and thoroughly, that you belonged to them...and that you were never going to be apart from them again.

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They had found another pair of your panties, tucked carefully in your locker, on display for them. Practically dripping as they picked them up, they groaned and sank to their knees right there, grinding, rubbing their faceplate against it and inhaling your scent. You were so clearly turned on, so desperate for them, and it drove them wild. They had begun speaking to you every night through your phone, humming words in your ear as you slept.

Sometimes they were filthy, telling you everything they were going to do to you. How they would tie you up, hang you by your wrists from the ceiling, blindfolded as they wrapped your legs around their hips and pressed their fingers deep inside of you. How they would make you squirm and whine, rut your hips against their hand and fuck yourself on their fingers, so pretty, their little doll to play with, to love.

               You woke from those nights with your own hands between your legs, fingering your clit desperately, but something made you stop before you peaked. Night after night of frustrating inability to make yourself cum, heightened by intense dreams about Sun driving thick toys roughly into your slick cunt while you wailed and whimpered, stopping you as you were about to cum on his fingers, or his face, delighting in your desperate whines as he denied you. 

          Other nights you dreamt of straddling Moon's hips as he murmured praise into your ear, faceplate pressed into the crook of your neck, nuzzling his static grin against your soft skin as his long fingers ghosted over your body. Pinching gently at your nipples, cupping your ass as you slowly ground your heated sex against his pelvic plate, his claws leaving gentle scratches along your hips as he encouraged your movements.

         Of the two, you were surprised to be interpreting Moon as the soft one. He was so aloof, quiet and reserved, barely interacting with you except in brief, curt sentences. Sun regularly reminded you how much he liked you, touching and hugging you affectionately, his fingers stroking your hair as you stood next to him, or trailing over your shoulder when he passed. But Moon almost never acknowledged you, though you would see the glow of his eyes or the jingle of his cap in the evenings before you left work, presumably on his security rounds. 

            During your waking hours, you honestly worried that he didn’t even like you. He always avoided your gaze and seemed to disappear as soon as you waved or smiled at him. Sun was very fond of you, and reassured you that Moon was as well, but you weren’t so sure. 

            But when you slept...he was incredibly gentle, careful with you, even as he pushed your hips to keep moving after you were shaking from sensitivity and your swollen clit throbbing against the cool metal of his body. He always crooned softly to you, told you how lovely you were, what a good girl you were for him, how badly he wanted you to cum for him and cry his name. The denial he forced on you was no less maddening than Sunny’s, but the way he purred and held onto you as you sobbed in frustration was a whiplash from the harsh chuckles and teasing comments from his counterpart.

          It was less surprising that your mind's eye conjured Sun as so dominant. It was so opposite from his actual personality, the cheerful and soft playfulness you always saw. You craved the discipline the huge animatronic could give if only he were rougher, more aggressive…crueler, even. The way he squeezed and clutched at you in your dreams, bruising and scratching your skin with claws you weren’t even sure he actually had, his eager groans when tears formed in your eyes even as your thighs shook with pleasure.

           Neither of your dream lovers ever allowed you to cum. Both always stopped too soon, leaving you simultaneously overstimulated and unsatisfied. Waking to soaked pajamas and an aching need that you tried to quench, but couldn’t, almost as though you were unwillingly obeying the commands of your imagined paramours. 

           That is, until one night, when it went awry. It was Moon’s night to speak to you, whisper his fantasy into your sleeping ear, condition you to want him as desperately as he wanted you. He was finding your wanton need was more than he could bear, and that night…he was unable to resist.

            Good girl. He hummed with a soft moan as he slicked his fingers along your wet pussy, feeling you grow wetter as you whimpered. Two long fingers slipped inside of you, pumping slowly as you tightened around him. 

           He watched through your camera as you writhed in your sleep,legs spreading and tossing off the twisted covers as your hands gripped your pillow. His fans were whirring as one dropped to your belly, then between your thighs as you pushed up into it with a loud moan. 

            That’s it, moonbeam. He whispered to you. Let my fingers curl inside of you…let me make you scream. Your breath hitched as you humped into your hand, sweat glistening on your skin. Sweet starshine, my pretty little doll, so perfect and tight. Are you going to cum for me?

            It was a question he had asked many nights before, just before he withdrew and reveled in your sob of desperation as your orgasm faded away. But this time…your legs were spread towards him in your bed, and he gave a frantic gasp of desire as he watched your fingers disappear inside yourself as he ached for his to do. 

            Yessss… he hissed, watching you fuck yourself faster, caught up in his fantasy. Let me fuck you, I want to hear you scream when you cum around my fingers! Harder, harder, little nova, you can take me deeper, can’t you? Just for your Moonie... You gasped aloud as the loud *shlick schlick* of your sopping cunt filled the silent room, joined by Moon's eager moan as you plunged your fingers deeper and your legs began to tremble.

“M-Moonie…!” You screamed his name as you arched into your hand, and he shook as he watched you, panting without thinking.

Moon, stop! He didn’t even hear Sunny’s warning as he pushed you farther.

Good girl…good girl, cum for me, cum, cum for your Moonie! It was as though a dam had burst. Your mouth went slack, face screwed up in desperate pleasure as you came harder than you ever had, finally granted that release by his words. You squirted, liquid splashing over your legs and bed, splattering on your phone as Moon growled and listened to the music of your voice as you sobbed his name over and over. You collapsed on your bed, breast heaving as you gasped for air, and Moon trembled to see your satisfaction at his hands. 

Moon. Sunny snarled, and Moon blanched. She wasn’t allowed to cum until she was with us!

I know, I know! Moon groaned, chastened. I couldn’t help myself… she looks so, SO beautiful when she cums…

Now you’ve ruined it. Sun said with a heavy sigh. She disobeyed.

No! Moon said immediately. She obeyed me, she did as she was told! Sun shook his head, a smirk in his voice.

No-no-no, Moonie. I told her she wasn’t allowed to cum. The naughty little girl did it anyway. There was a sadistic joy to his tone. And now...she needs to be punished. Moon was silent for a moment, shivering as they watched you clench your thighs together and whine before you sat up and shakily walked to your bathroom. He disconnected from your camera, LED optics refocusing on the room in front of them. 

Punished. Moon murmured, reaching up and clutching one of his arms uncertainly. He felt a surge of lust that wasn’t entirely Sunny’s, and blushed as he thought about your sweet cries of pained pleasure whenever Sunny dug his claws into your flesh in your dreams.

Tomorrow. Sunny hummed as he switched with Moon to control the body. He went to the roof, looking out over the twinkling lights of the city beyond. Tonight though...we have work to do.

They had taken every precaution. It was a simple matter for Moon to hack into the late Lucas’ bank account. Luckily, the man had quite a savings for someone who worked at a Pizza chain, and this was used to purchase a little cabin just outside the edge of town. They took their time, leaving the Pizzaplex at night and carefully, meticulously furnishing it with every comfort they thought you would like....and every depravity they had planned for you.

You would love it in your new home, they were sure. They would care for their dolly, oh yes-yes- yes . You deserved to be tended to, loved, waited on hand and foot...and when they needed more, well. There you would be, their sweet little pet, willing and eager to please them as much as they sought to please you.

Tonight, after they finished with your...training, they went to the cabin. They had gotten your favorite shampoo and conditioner, the soap you used that made you smell so-so delicious. Moon had insisted on bubble bath and pretty little trinkets to put in your hair. They would be taking your hairbrush with them when at last they took you, brought you to live with them. They fussed over what food to buy, and which room would be their special place for you. 

Similarly, they planned your introduction to their little pleasure house, installed the little things that would show you that you belonged to them. Leather cuffs permanently attached to the bed posts. Hooks mounted to ceiling beams in every room of the house, ready at a moment's notice for them to use as leverage to suspend you, to fuck you when they pleased. A selection of rope and straps, hung neatly in the closet for easy access.

And of course, there was your collar. The loving symbol showing their ownership of you, that you were theirs and only theirs. You would wear it always, Sun had decided, and made sure of that with small, heart-shaped locks that would keep the collar in place around your neck. They had bickered at first about the design, ultimately settling on one with a general celestial theme in your favorite colors, a little golden bell just like theirs dangling from the front ring. The other sides of the collar had multiple D-rings, all sewn in tightly and ready to be used for any purpose they chose. 

They had learned how to turn off their GPS tracker before they left the Plex for the first time. It wouldn’t do to have the company know about their little trips, no indeed. Nobody must know about the love nest they had created to keep you in, keep you safe and happy...and oh so VERY satisfied.

They were nearly finished. The cabin was perfectly isolated, accessible only by a single road in and out. They could keep you away from prying eyes there. Nobody would look at their little star, their pet. You would be theirs, only theirs, only theirs.

The next night, you went to bed eagerly. Your previous night's dream had made you frantic to experience it again, this time (you hoped) with Sunny. You didn’t think about the why, or the how of these dreams...only how badly you wanted to have one more, one more , for them to keep coming without cease. Thoughts about the two animatronics began to engulf your waking moments as well as your sleeping, and you were unable to resist leaving more pairs of panties for them to find and steal, to use as they pleased. 

You thought of them using them while they were still on you, and whined, rubbing your thighs together as you tucked into bed. You plugged in your phone and set it on its stand, curling up and shivering with anticipation at the night ahead of you.

You woke up again, staring up at the dark ceiling, then glanced at your phone. 

2am. You sighed, irritated, shifting onto your side and facing it. Why wouldn’t the dreams come tonight? You had grown so accustomed to having them every night for the past...how long was it now? Three? Four weeks? Without fail, one or the other of your celestial lovers would ravish you in your sleep. You could hardly look Sunny in the face anymore at work without blushing. And now, on a night you most desired it, they were absent. 

Grumpily, you hugged the blankets around yourself and shut your eyes tightly, beginning to drift back into sleep shortly thereafter. The next morning, you woke in an awful mood, deprived of even the slightest inkling of the attention you had come to expect. You were moody and snappish at work, and went to bed the next night still hopeful that you would be able to force the dreams back. When another night passed in a dreamless sleep, and then another, you began to feel desperate. 

“Why won’t they come again?” you whimpered to yourself in your sleep, tossing in your bed that night. “I want them...I want to cum...”

Because you’re a naughty little thing.  

You gasped softly as Sunny’s voice rang through the silence. 

“S-Sunny?”

Naughty, naughty, naughty. Sunny growled, his arms wrapping around you from behind and pulling you back against him. You moaned, but his fingers pressed into your mouth and choked it off. You weren’t supposed to cum yet, sunshine. You disobeyed me.

You tried to shake your head, but his snarl made you freeze in place, and his fingers slipped deeper into your mouth. His fingers wrapped around your neck, lifting your chin until you stared up at him, his other hand holding your hip in a punishing grip.

Naughty dollies must be punished. He said, and you whined softly as you pressed your thighs together, pussy already growing damp from his rough treatment. Before you knew it, the dream had shifted, and you were lying on a spanking horse much like the one in your favorite porn videos. Your wrists and ankles were cuffed to it, cheek pressing against the soft leather as the configuration of the bench spread your legs apart.

You wanted to cum so badly. Sunny said in a disappointed tone. So badly that you broke my rule.  His white-on-white eyes glowed as he circled you, and dropped into a crouch in front of your face to look you in the eyes. Broke it and came for Moonie...squirted for him, even. What a fucking whore you are.

Your eyes grew wide, but your mouth was occupied with a soft gag that prevented anything but muffled sounds to emerge. You trembled on the bench, your cunt dripping slick down onto the leather as Sun stood again. 

There are consequences for rule-breaking little sluts like you. He growled, moving behind you again. Cool metal pressed between your legs, and suddenly his fingers were squeezing over your ass, kneading the soft flesh. You moaned at the feeling, then gave a pained cry as his hand came down sharply on your rear.

You will be SILENT. Sun snarled. You were quite noisy enough last night, fingering your filthy cunt and making such a mess. You shook, biting down on the gag and struggling not to move as his claws grazed the skin of your ass and left light red lines across it, before he delivered another stinging slap. Your body lurched involuntarily, unable to go anywhere as you smothered a whine of pain, pressing your face into the soft surface of the bench. 

Much better. Sunny hummed, and resumed roving his hands over your body, dragging his claws down your legs slightly harder than he ever had before. They left long red trails on your delicate skin, and the pain broke through your pleasure as his hand connected again with your reddening asscheek. You couldn’t help it—you sobbed around the gag.

His hand smoothed over your ass for a moment, rubbing the spot he had spanked, and the next strike landed on the opposite side. You jerked, biting down on the gag and squeezing your eyes shut as you felt a surge of wetness drip from your cunt.

What a dirty little slut. Sun sneered. Getting wet from your punishment...you’d better not cum from it, sunshine, or we’ll have to start all over again... You stifled a whine and concentrated on anything but the building pleasure in your core, but Sun’s fingers stroked through your folds, and you jumped with a gasp.

What was that? He demanded. You quickly shook your head, and he hummed, pleased. That’s right. Disobedient whores don’t get to cum, do they? You shook your head again, shaking as his fingers circled your clit, and tears began to prick the corners of your eyes as his other hand slapped your ass again. You gritted your teeth, your cunt clenching around nothing as Sun teased your clit slowly, pushing and rubbing with exactly the right pressure to keep you on the edge. 

Very good. He purred as your thighs trembled, but you made no sound as a sharp spank connected with your ass once more. If you’re good for me, maybe I’ll come back tomorrow. He knelt in front of your face again, and curled his fingers in your hair, yanking your head up to look into your tear-filled eyes. And if you’re not, he growled, his faceplate tilting. Then I’ll leave you here. All. Night. All alone. Understood? He tugged sharply on your hair, and you nodded with a whimpered cry. 

Good girl . His tone was cheerful again as he reached behind your head and removed your gag. You swallowed, coughing and trying to wet your mouth from the dryness. He released your hair, setting your face gently down on the bench and stroking a finger from your cheek down to your lower back. His large hand splayed there, and you pressed your lips together as the fingers of his other hand pressed against your sex, preventing the moan that bubbled up. 

His fingers plunged into you suddenly, and you bit back the desperate cry as he finger fucked your needy hole rapidly.

Going to cum, sunshine?  He said mockingly. Going to cum for your Sunny? His hand slapped your ass again, without missing a beat on his thrusting fingers. You’d better not, you filthy fucking slut. You keep that pretty little mouth shut, not a single noise.

You gritted your teeth again, burying your face in the seat beneath you and breathing heavily, choking back whines and moans as his long fingers thrust harshly against your walls. Your ass was red and beginning to bruise from his spanking, and he laughed as you clenched your pussy around him in an effort to stem the flow of pleasure.

Oh, trying so hard, aren’t you sunshine? He hummed, and yanked his fingers from your cunt. Tears filled your eyes as you bit back your cry, and you lay shaking on the bench as he moved away from you. You shivered as he ran his fingers up your spine.

Thank me. He purred. Thank me for what I just gave you, my pretty little whore.

“T-th-thank you...” you croaked hoarsely, and he shook his head, catching your chin between his fingers and staring into your eyes. 

No no no, sweet sunflower. He said, almost singsonging. You’ll thank me PROPERLY.  You swallowed and tried again.

“Th-thank you Sir.” his rays clicked back and forth, pleased, and he brushed his thumb over your lip for a moment gently. 

That’s right. A good whore is grateful for what her master gives her, isn't she? 

“Y-yes Sir!” you yelped as he tapped your ass, lighter than before, but atop one of the forming red handprints. He leaned down to you.

That was round one. He whispered in your ear, and your eyes widened, raising your head to look at him. You didn’t think your punishment would be so easy, did you? His faceplate rotated fully, a sadistic smile in his voice, and he stood again. 

AGAIN.

The morning saw you gasping as you lurched upright, feeling as though you hadn’t slept at all. You blearily looked at the alarm on your phone as it went off, and hauled yourself out of bed with a sleepy grumble.

Arriving at work, Sunny met you at the door. An odd occurrence, but maybe that was just you thinking of...everything he had done last night.

“Well good morning, sunshine!” he said, bouncing back and forth excitedly. He paused when you grunted. “What’s wrong, sunflower? You look down!”

“I um. Didn’t sleep well.” you muttered, rubbing your eyes. “Feels like I didn’t sleep at all, actually.” you groaned, letting your head fall back as you walked towards the employee lockers. Sunny paced you worriedly.

“Oh dear, oh dear, that’s no good, sunshine!” he fretted, wringing his hands. “You need your sleep, oh my yes, it’s very very important!”

“Yeah, Sunny, I know, but you kept...” you stopped, then amended your sentence. “But...I kept myself up on accident.” Sunny’s faceplate tilted, and you had the impression he was thinking. Then his eyes brightened, and his rays spun. 

“Oh! Moonie can help you!” he exclaimed happily, clapping his hands. “Moonie is the best at helping people sleep.”

You hesitated, still unsure if Moon even liked you. But after the night’s dreams had left you feeling broken, you wanted to pretend Moon could comfort you.

“That...would be nice, thank you.” you said finally. Sunny nodded, bouncing happily.

“Come by the daycare on your lunch!” he said as he capered off. You nodded, waving at him.
The day seemed to blur past. You were so tired, your coworker told you to take an early lunch before you fell asleep in the nacho cheese. You stumbled to the Daycare, eyes half open and heavy as lead. It was dark, and you realized belatedly that it was naptime. You tried to back out of the entrance, but bumped into something, and turned around to see Moon standing behind you. He gazed down at you, and for a moment, you thought he might dismiss you and walk away as he always did.

Then he reached down and scooped you up, one arm beneath your legs, and strode purposefully towards the darkened break area for the daycare assistants. You looked up at him as he moved, and his scarlet eyes glanced down at you.

“You’re tired.” he said, and his voice was soft and soothing. You nodded, just the sound of it making you melt against him, tucking your head against his chest. He hummed, the vibrations in his chest thrumming pleasantly through yours, and he sank down on a pile of pillows in the dark corner. “Sleep, little moonbeam.”

“Moonie?” you mumbled sleepily, reaching up towards him. He leaned down automatically, and your arms curled around his neck. His fans whirred as you pulled him down atop you, cuddling him close as your eyes fell shut. “‘M so sleepy. Don’t leave?” 

“I won’t.” he responded, and you felt his fingers brush through your hair as your consciousness faded. “I’ll never leave you, starshine.” he murmured, pressing his faceplate against your temple in a simulated kiss. 

Your sleep was undisturbed, with the exception of one, brief dream. 

You’re so tired, sweet lamb. Moon said, hugging you tightly to him. Rest, my moonflower. Sleep, and I’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of everything... You had mumbled something sweet and sleepy, pulled his faceplate down to press your lips to his permanent grin, then curled up as the dream faded away.

In the darkness of the break room, Moon sat stunned as you reached up in your sleep and kissed him. Sun’s low purr in the headspace matched his, and they both had the same thought.

You belonged to them now.