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Tammy the Tiger’s funhouse was a chain entertainment/restaurant for kids and their parents which had been around since the late 80’s. In spite of it’s three decades long history and the shift in public opinion with Animatronics for children’s entertainment, the parent company which had owned the chain decided to make some rather drastic overhauls of the “main attraction”. By the time Anon Wagieson had begun working at his local place, they had just gotten the renovations finished on the inside. Now resembling a Dave and Busters more than the Chuck E. Cheese knockoff the place had been created as, it was honestly sort of impressive. Shame it was always filled with screaming kids with way too much energy. Gave the janitorial staff far too much to do.
Anon had the small mercy of being there during closing shifts, but that didn’t spare him from stepping in vomit, or having to deal with kids wiping stuff onto him. He was just glad the company provided a metric assload of spare uniforms. He’d been there when the old animatronics were there, and he agreed with the majority of public opinion that the things were downright disturbing. Though, seeing the new designs was something else. Instead of old, worn out robots from the early ‘00s, these were…well half the time he couldn’t tell if they were people in furshit suits or not. His suspicions were debunked when, after talking with one of the maintenance technicians, he found out that they were indeed robots. Really, really advanced ones.
Tonight was going to be different, however. Apparently, they needed people for overnight, and seeing an opportunity to do fuckall and get paid for it, Anon took the position in a heartbeat. And so, there he sat at a desk, with a clipboard of things to do at certain times. It was now 10:30, about half an hour after closing, and the item on the board said to “check on the girls”. Very weird way of putting it, but Anon shrugs and makes his way over to where the animatronics were to make sure they were all in their charging ports. He thinks back to his closing shift. He could have sworn during the time where the animatronics made their way off the stage where they did the whole band performance thing, that the Tammy animatronic winked at him. At the time, Anon was sure his brain was screwing with him, and he was still pretty sure that was the case.
Opening the door, Anon steps inside to the still illuminated room. The only thing he could hear was the soft hum of the lights overhead, and yawning.
“Hey Anon”
He heard someone say. The voice was…well somewhere between very bubbly and tomboyish, which confused the shit out of him. It sounded a fuckload like whatever voice actor they got for tamm…. When Anon looked over towards where the namesake mascot of the restaurant chain should have been, it was empty, and scanning his eyes a bit more to the left his met with the missing occupant of the charging station. She looked tired…if a robot could even look tired, but was grinning at him. She was laying on a couch that had been laid out, and was a lot more…physically mature than he had remembered. Granted, he rarely ever really paid much attention to the bust and hip size of what was supposed to be a kid distraction machine.
Seeing his apprehension, Tammy got up, and walked over to him; pulling Anon into a big bear hug and practically smothering the poor wagie with the soft, plush body that had been tailor made to make sure a kid couldn’t accidentally feel the metal endoskeleton, hydraulics and myomer underneath.
“I’m just glad it was you they made stay behind! This coulda been really boring…”
Anon could barely come to terms with what was even going on, and Tammy was starting to realize that he might not be able to just flatly accept what was going on at face value. Why would he? She was just supposed to be there to get kids sitting down for more than five seconds while they ate pizza.
“…so, uh, now’d probably be a good time to explain stuff, yeah?”
Releasing Anon, he nodded his head, and stepped back from the slightly taller fur-bot in front of him. Not so much as to possibly make her think he was trying to run, he was actually rather curious.
“So, to put it bluntly, I’m a learning AI. Like skynet! But, not…murdery, or anything like that. They fed a bunch of kids shows and stuff to me to have me learn what kinda stuff I should be doing!”
She smiled, as if proud of herself. Anon figured she probably should be, what with being the first AI like this…probably. As far as Anon knew. But then a question came to mind.
“So…if you got shown nothing but kids shows and shit, how do you know what skynet is? Terminator isn’t what I’d call kid friendly.”
Tammy started to smirk smugly, and began to explain.
“Well~, they also showed us a bunch of stuff to tell me what not to do, soooo I got to watch a bunch of cool sci-fi movies too!”
She talked about it all like she was an excited pre-teen, which was about the personality she was supposed to have according to every piece of TTF’s marketing for the past two decades. It was actually sort of endearing if Anon thought about it, which he was. Relaxing now that she wasn’t anything to the tune of the soul of a vengeful dead kid, or…no that was about all he could think of; Anon looked over to the couch and…
“So, you wanna hang out? You’re here until 6, yeah? It’s gonna be pretty boring, you know. I was on my own for like, the past week since they brought me here, so I’d know. So you wanna? Maybe? Please?”
Having no objections to the prospect, and also knowing she’d probably keep going on and on until he relented, Anon nods, and begins to make his way over to the nice looking furniture she had been laying on. Looking back, Anon notices her fist pumping while grinning like an idiot, before turning around and briskly jogging over to the couch. With Anon already sitting, she sits right next to him, and puts an arm around his shoulder. Pulling him closer, Anon starts to realize just how built for Rule 34 this animatronic is. A large bust contained within a rather stretchy t shirt, with nice thighs to boot. She was also wearing jorts. Whoever thought that was a good idea deserves to be demoted to his position.
Tammy on the other hand, had the same idea as Anon, and started to look him over with the small cameras that were her eyes. To her, Anon was sort of small, but that was rather cute; at least to her. Granted, she was used to dealing with literal children all day, so it came with the territory. Couldn’t be a learning AI without having to learn to like short people after all. Even if that was entirely not how that worked, at all. Whatsoever. Regardless of what makes one an AI, Tammy was feeling very nice cuddling up next to the one employee she felt confident enough to actually do anything out of the norm with. Anon hasn’t been hallucinating that wink after all.
“Well…I’m still here for the next…shit, 7 hours. What are we gonna do until then?”
Tammy gave Anon a smirk, before looking off to the side.
“Well…I’ve played all the arcade games here a dozen times over, tried to use the Manager’s computer in his office…doesn’t work so well with my paws…so you wanna have sex?”
Anon was, understandably, not only confused but flat out shocked by the proposal. It was the bluntest request he’d ever heard, not to mention he wondered how the hell she knew what it even was if she had to manually watch every piece of media they gave her to get the anthro-bot to get into her role. Her answer was, almost obviously;
“Terminator, duh. John had to get conceived somehow. you know. And having Kyle be his dad was so cool! Like, John sent him back in time because he knew he was his dad and he knew if he didn’t then he wouldn’t be born and that’s so badass! So, you wanna? It’s like, the only thing I’ve never done before, and you’re a really nice dude Anon.”
She looked so…God Anon felt like he couldn’t say no. She was so honest and blunt with everything that he knew there wasn’t…well, probably wasn’t anything wrong with this. Not like anyone would find out…and AI could consent, right? Though another question crossed his mind at the same time.
“Wait, just…how would…could I even screw you? I mean, you’re a robot and all, it’s not li-“
Before he could finish his sentence, she unbuttoned her jorts and revealed what was very obviously a snatch beneath the pink panties she had underneath. This raised even more questions than it answered, which she seemed to be on top of.
“Yeah, I don’t know why I have it either, buuuuut it means that whoever made the body obviously knew I’d try, so that’s basically a go-ahead from our bosses, right?”
Anon blanched
“I…think it’s more a preventative measure. They probably knew this…or something like this…would happen…fuck it, why not…”
Much to Tammy’s delight, Anon moved a hand under her undergarment, and began to feel around the much too real feeling vagina beneath. Anon also had no idea what he was doing, and was going off of what was at best second hand advice from friends of his; both male and female. Regardless of the quality of his fingering, Tammy was huffing and panting not even thirty seconds into it. Either she was very sensitive, or Anon was a natural. He figured it was the latter.
“H-holy cow A-Anon…y-you’re really good a-at this~”
Her smirk had morphed into a dumb smile as her eyelids drooped half closed and she relaxed back into the cushions of the couch they had been sitting on. Looking down to see the human’s own erection slowly building, Tammy pulled up her shirt and let her fully, hefty breasts fall right out from beneath. With her other hand, paw, thing, she began to undo Anon’s pants as best she could, needing a bit of assistance on his part before they were able to be pulled down to reveal the human’s own member.