Tyler drank a beer while he nervously tried to pick which animatronic to go for. He eventually decided on a rather androgynous white bunny furry standing at a corner. It seemed to be on standby. It would be exciting to find out what gender it was supposed to be.
He didn't know how one went about renting a session with it though. Every time he tried to ask one of the rare humans working there he got too nervous and his words didn't come out. This was why he'd come to such a place in the first place. He was way too shy. Especially about sex. An animatronic partner seemed like just what he needed.
Eventually he gave up and just walked over to the bunny to see if maybe there was a cash slot or something. Nothing he could see so far. Tentatively he touched the fur. He knew he wasn't supposed to touch any of them without paying first, but he was going to rent it after all. This was just a test.
Oh, angelic texture. It was unbelievably soft. And instead of hard plastic underneath the fur as he'd expected, the body was slightly pillowy, just like a real body. Amazing. He couldn't wait to try it out.
Then the entire thing toppled backwards. The racket from the fall turned all eyes accusatively up at Tyler. In his hand, he still held the arm of the animatronic. Its severed arm! What had he done!?
Um! Ah! I, ah... Before he could think of any excuses, the Furry Flurry manager was at his side, enraged at the vandalism. He took Tyler sternly by the arm and shepherd him into a privet room, while other workers picked up the strewn pieces from the animatronic to get them out of sight asap.
I was just... Tyler began, but the manager wasn't going to listen to any bumbling excuses.
Do you know how expensive that equipment was that you just vandalized!?
Um... I... ah...
It was even reserved for one of our regular clients who's due any minute. He's very particular and might decide to start going to one of our rivals instead. You are in so much trouble young man. And how did you even get in here. There's an age restriction.
No, I'm old enough. Um... Look... Hang on... Tyler fumbled through his pockets for his wallet and ID. Had he left it at the bar!?
As I thought. You are in so much trouble. I best call the cops and let them settle this with your parents.
No. I'm an adult. I've just lost my wallet. Please. No one can no I came here. Please. The manager eyed Tyler thoughtfully for a few moments.
I'm willing to let this whole debacle slide, if you're willing to do a small part in fixing it?