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"Come o-o-on," Bonnie cooed, feeling between Desmond's legs. "One more time."

Desmond pushed his thighs together, trapping the bunny's demure blue paw. It was no deterrent to a strong animatronic, and he went on fondling Desmond.

"You're getting hard again. Don't be such a tease."

"If I test that part of you anymore," the foxcoon said, sounding weary, "you'll be worn out before you step foot outside this room. Cut it out."

The bunny seemed to relent, but then he had seemed to do so the last four times. It was Desmond's fault, he thought, for not pulling his pants back up; and it was furthermore his fault for activating Bonnie in the first place.

Bringing the animatronic online should have resulted in a subservient mechanical creature whose personality could be overridden with authorized commands like the ones Desmond knew. Bonnie being of a similar make and model as the other animatronics at Freddy Pimpbear's Pussy meant, however, that he attained sentience within a fraction of a second. And of course, when he "met" the other animatronics through wireless communication, he immediately knew what they knew, shared their feelings, and latched on to Desmond in a familiar way. Something none of the other animatronics had done, however, was try to wear Desmond out. It struck Bonnie as incredibly obvious, not to mention fun, and that was why he was doing it.

Every part of Bonnie was installed and tweaked to perfection, and the rabbit had calibrated and checked himself for errors already. Several times, in fact, and that was why he wanted to do something besides test and retest what he knew was already working. He wrapped his sissy arms around the fox again and smooched his neck. Desmond tried not to react, but Bonnie kissed again, and again, eventually chaining his little pecks down his fellow twink's neck and shoulder.

Desmond's unbuttoned shirt proved easy to pull down the arm, baring more furred flesh to kiss. Bonnie lavished it with delight and sluiced the foxcoon's breast fur through his fingers. "De-e-esmo-o-ond," he cooed, cotton tail wiggling.

"Quiddit!" Desmond groused, poring over data on his tablet. It was debug information from Bonnie himself, difficult to read even at full focus. With a handsome girly boy trying to peel him out of his little remaining clothing, Desmond had no chance of finding any errors.

A tightening of the mouth and a narrowing of the eyelids went a long way in making an alluring expression with just a hint of playful naivete. Bonnie's look of coyness as he looked over his own debug data was really something special. He tapped a block of code and quietly asked, "Isn't it something?"

Desmond blinked and studied the block. He was trying to figure out what it was a part of, but the animatronics were so dizzyingly complex that he couldn't read it on the spot. "Isn't what something?"

"That this is what I'm made up of," he giggled. "Code, on-and-off bit instructions. That those are what have made me decide to ride that dick of yours five times now."

The fox grunted and put the tablet down. "Yes, it's really something," he impatiently said. "I think I can send you out now, you seem to be all there."

"Oh, no," the girly rabbit tutted. "No, no, no. Need to do more testing yet." He fondled Desmond's limp penis, and the foxcoon whined. "According to Foxy, you tested her eight times the night you activated her! I expect at least that many."

"I don't have the endurance I used to," Desmond murmured.

"Amazing how much stamina one person can lose in eight months, twenty-one days, and some change," purred Bonnie directly into the cup of Desmond's ear. "And you know what else? I think it's really cute that you and Chica are dating. Based on what I know so far, that's pretty unusual, dating an animatronic."

Desmond smiled angrily. "Dating? We are?"

"Oh, well, if you're not," Bonnie cooed as he straightened out and slid his paws off of Desmond, "I'll just let her know right now. It won't take but a second."

"Wait!" Desmond yelped, whipping around in the chair. His lowered pants snagged on the base and he started to tumble out of the seat; Bonnie caught him by the shoulders without flinching and firmly re-seated him.

"You don't want me to tell her you're not dating?" he asked with a smile.

Desmond grumbled. The bunny wheeled him away from the desk and stepped around in front of him. Peering at the split of Bonnie's pussylips, he huffed, "Which one taught you how to blackmail?"

"I'll never tell," the bunny boy chirped, putting a slim paw on Desmond's shoulder. "I think we should start with the taste test this time."

When Desmond grabbed Bonnie's hips, it was with a spiteful flair. The bunny's lurid expression never changed, not even slightly. "Just you wait until you need my help," the fox said in a huff, moving his nose near the folds of Bonnie's muff. The rabbit cheerfully grabbed the back of Desmond's skull and drew him in the rest of the way, packing the foxcoon's snout between his thighs.

"Less talking, more licking," he giggled. "I do like the sound of your voice, but I like that soft tongue even more."

With his muzzle stuck in the tight gap between Bonnie's thighs, Desmond found himself subjected to one of Freddy's dirty tricks which the bear passed on: the overuse of musk. Bonnie had pheromones he could use to any degree he wanted, just like the other animatronics, and they had a powerful effect on sensitive noses. Desmond shuddered and slid his paws around Bonnie's hips, gripping the tight curves of his ass cheeks. He slopped his tongue out and dragged it across the bunny boy's asshole, then drew back his snout and pulled his tongue across the boy's damp slit. Bonnie shivered in overt pleasure.

"See? That's not so hard," Bonnie whispered, petting through Desmond's hair, smoothing back his pretty locks as much as his ears. "Keep going."

Desmond did. He licked with growing eagerness across the bunny's fine pussylips, not yet parting them except for when the friction of his tongue pulled them apart. With one particularly long lick, the body of his tongue dragged against the bunny's clit, making him croon and wiggle his little tail. This coaxed a giggle out of him, and he bent over top of Desmond slightly. "Ooh! Good boy," he said, sighing. "Your girlfriend says you're really good at this. I believe her."

Somewhat shyly, Desmond asked, "Does she?"

Though he stuffed Desmond back in, Bonnie sweetly said, "Mhm, she does. So does the pirate. And," a chuckle, "so does Freddy, actually. Seems like your tongue's pretty popular. And I can see why!"

A few more firm laps as he clutched Bonnie's perfect, round ass, and then Desmond nosed the boy's pubic mound. "Mmf. Which one told you I like being complimented?"

"Nobody did," Bonnie laughed. "That's just basic psychology, isn't it? I'm programmed with a little of that. Compliments can build anyone up." He rubbed behind Desmond's ears, and to his amusement, the foxcoon groaned pleasurably and melted against him. Smirking, Bonnie added, "It helps when the compliments are true."

The bunny sniffed the air. Over the idle, masculine stink of a bachelor pad cum workshop, he picked up the very fresh smell of Desmond's arousal. With that smell in mind, and with the addition of a little width to his usual smile, Bonnie lifted a foot - both of which were covered in long, striped stockings up to the mid-thigh - and pressed his toes into Desmond's naked erection. "Oh, but you can't handle anymore," he said dryly.

Desmond swatted Bonnie's foot away and puffed against his cunt. "I really can't," he whined. "I think it's bruised."

"Aw," tutted Bonnie, holding Desmond's head. He gyrated against the twink's face, smearing cool, fragrant juices on the bridge of his muzzle. "Well, if you ca-a-an't," he sighed. "I guess I'll have to tell Foxy and the others you won't be able to handle them for a few weeks! That bruising needs time to heal up."

From between Bonnie's thighs, with his green eyes shut, Desmond bitterly mumbled, "It was Freddy, wasn't it? He's the one who taught you how to blackmail."

The bunny boy let loose a genuine laugh in which he covered his snout daintily. "Blackmail is an ugly word. It sounds so," he tutted, "mean, doesn't it? I like to think of this as simple encouragement to do the right thing."

Desmond rocked back on his knees, and Bonnie let him go. "That bear and I are gonna have a talk when we're done here. But for now--."

"For now," Bonnie gleefully interrupted, pulling Desmond up under his armpits, "we get to fuck!" He nudged the foxcoon back toward the chair, and he needlessly said, "Sit, sit."

"I am, I am," Desmond grumbled.

Leering down at Desmond then with fists on his hips and a sassy forward lean, Bonnie remarked, "For someone whose job includes getting lots and lots of wet and tight pussy, you sure are sour-faced."

The fox huffed, his face full of indignity. "What are you saying?"

"I'm sa-a-ayi-i-ing," Bonnie sing-songed, tugging up a drooping stocking before putting a knee on the chair seat, "that you might just be acting all grumpy. Otherwise," he giggled, "I bet you would've quit this job already."

Following Desmond's lack of response, Bonnie straddled him and sweetly remarked, "I want to face you this time. Want a good look at that cute face of yours while I'm making you jizz."

Desmond wrapped his paws around Bonnie's hips, feeling around to the twin curves of his ass. At the same time, the bunny reached down and held Desmond's cock steady. He pressed his lips to the foxcoon's and impaled himself on that modest, uncut meat for the sixth time that night. As it had every other time, Bonnie's snug boy cunt gripped Desmond's shaft with skill and affection above and beyond what another living creature could provide. He could work the fox's member expertly with his vaginal muscles, but for the time being he fell idle, letting the synthetic muscles grip just a bit as he sank down.

Bonnie broke the meager kiss, leaving his lips wet with the foxcoon's saliva. He tittered cutely and stroked up through Desmond's hair, running those blonde locks through his fingers. "I'm telling on you right now."

"What a surprise," Desmond groused, pinching Bonnie's ass cheek.

The girly rabbit reacted to the pinch with a clench of his cunt, and that made Desmond gasp in obvious and immediate submission. "I'm telling Chica how cute you're being. All huffy and sassy. She says to not be a puta," he said with obvious relish, "and to enjoy what you're being given."

Desmond grinned. "I enjoyed it the first couple times. Now it's a bit much."

But the rabbit just smooched his nose and gave his nostrils a teasing little suck. It took Desmond firmly exhaling to make him let off, and even then, he did so with a giggle and wriggled his hips down against the foxcoon's, taking in the full length of his cock. "Mmm, you're handsome," Bonnie purred, rubbing Desmond's hair, then down his neck, eventually stroking around his back. "I think I'm gonna like working here."

"Until the others start grilling you about getting outside," Desmond ruefully said, making a point to lift Bonnie by his ass cheeks as he rose up. When the bunny came down again, Desmond gave himself away with a shiver and in the way he ground upwards, pushing himself with his toes.

"I've already heard about that," said the bunny rather enigmatically. "Interesting concept, the outside. Seems your girl likes to look around from the roof, hm?"

Sighing, Desmond wrapped his arms snugly around the bunny's back and nuzzled against his neck. "She needs to get that thought out of her head. It's just gonna lead to trouble."

Bonnie tutted. "Maybe so." Slipping his arms over Desmond's shoulders, he started to ride with a bit more vigor, arching his spine to push his girly breast against Desmond's. He made a more concerted effort with his vaginal walls, too, clenching and releasing Desmond's shaft in such a way as to milk the uncut flesh. Promisingly, the foxcoon moaned and eased back against the chair's rest.

"This is the last time tonight, for real," Desmond grunted. "You're very, very good though."

"Aren't I?" the rabbit sighed. Resting his chin on Desmond's shoulder and gyrating his hips to tweak and bend the foxcoon's cock pleasurably, he cooed, "I know just what you like, sweetie." Gently he rubbed down the other twink's back, massaging his shoulder blades through the tacky shirt. "All the little ways the others know you enjoy it, I know," he emphatically stated. There was no arrogance in his tone.

With his toes beginning to curl and a blush lighting his cheeks, Desmond wheezed, "You sure do. God damn."

The bunny laughed in a terribly cute way and wiggled his tail. He reached down further and grabbed the big brush of Desmond's tail, then stroked through its fur. "I love your tail. It's so big and fluffy. You have a cute butt, too - I'll be sure to get familiar with that later on."

Desmond couldn't stop himself from grinning. He fondled the rabbit's ass intently, slipping his fingers between Bonnie's perfect cheeks to tease the supple ring of his anus. "With what, exactly? You're not exactly a conventional male."

"Now, according to the others, you yourself are quite well-versed in using your tongue for more than just talking," the bunny remarked, leaning back and grabbing Desmond's shoulders to steady himself. "So why can't I do the same?"

Meeting Bonnie's sly green eyes, Desmond said, "I didn't take you for the ass-eating type. Had I known that, I would've had some other tests to run on you."

The rabbit snickered with a noted dryness. He pulled himself closer again and pecked the foxcoon's lips. Notably, he kept on steadily bouncing through it all. "I can do something else with my tongue," he purred, closing his eyes and abruptly forcing that tongue into Desmond's maw. As with most matters of muscle, he could have overpowered Desmond with ease; but he played a bit of a feeble part in lapping the foxcoon's tongue, all the for the sake of letting him have some dominion.

Though Desmond was given the kiss to control, the fact that Bonnie was running the show was clear as day. He rode the fox twink proudly, playing off of every throb of Desmond's overworked shaft. He didn't even believe the foxcoon had any more cum to give, but he didn't mind that; getting him to moan and curl his toes would be enough to make the effort worthwhile.

Softly, and cooing as if overwhelmed, Bonnie broke out of the kiss and nuzzled into the crook of Desmond's neck and shoulder. "Mmm, gosh. I'm gonna squirt at this rate."

Desmond huffed through his clenched teeth, making a hiss out of it. "I am too. Assuming I can."

"Oh, you can," Bonnie chuckled. "You're enjoying yourself too much not to. I can feel it, I can smell it on you. You're loving this, and you're thinking you don't want to turn me loose."

"Bonnie--."

"You don't want to see all those other grubby paws on me, squeezing me, manhandling me, not loving me like you know I deserve," he crooned, riding pretty on Desmond the entire time.

The bunny's pheromones filled the air like a cloud. Desmond knew Bonnie was playing him, but with that scent intoxicating him and endearing the rabbit to him, he couldn't help but agree. "Mmh, god. Yes. You're perfect."

"Yes I am," Bonnie sighed before smooching Desmond's neck.

Desmond didn't stop following the script, but he certainly rewrote a couple of the pages when he grabbed Bonnie tightly and pushed out of the chair. The rabbit was deceptively heavy for his size, not a surprise given his construction, but Desmond took him safely down to the floor in a burst of possessive strength.

It was no detriment to Bonnie's pleasure. He squealed and splayed on his back, spreading his stocking-clad legs obligingly. Desmond reentered his dampened muff at once and went straight to work.

"Ooh! Oh, god!" Bonnie gasped in genuine delight, grinning and rubbing the foxcoon's back. "Oh, have me, you little stallion."

Through Desmond's haggard bucking, Bonnie kept the pheromones coming. It was cheating through and through, but he knew they were keeping the foxcoon going, and so he felt no shame in using them.

The results were magical. Although he was undoubtedly exhausted, Desmond fucked like a beast. He grunted and puffed; snarled and hissed. He pinched the bunny's neck in his front teeth and made him squeak. Desmond may have been a small, well-groomed twink, but the right pheromones made him into a monster. Bonnie was pleased with his creation.

As he rubbed Desmond's body, Bonnie noted the weak quiver of his muscles. The fox was running on fumes, and Bonnie wondered if he'd hold out in time to dump his nuts just once more. If not, he was fully prepared to roll the foxcoon over and finish the dirty work himself, but suddenly and pleasantly, Desmond proved that he had one more climax in him. He erupted with a braying groan, the sound of which Bonnie indulgently shared with the other animatronics. He told them just what a stud Desmond was, and their reactions ranged from mild amusement on Freddy's part to knowing appreciation from the enamored Chica.

Desmond's semen was just a watery trickle in spite of his heartfelt theatrics. Bonnie cheated again, giving himself an artificial nudge into orgasm. As it ripped through his body, spreading tingling pleasure all along his synthetic muscles and causing the spasming clench of his cold cunt, he whimpered and wrapped himself snugly about the foxcoon. His toes curled in their striped stockings, and his long bunny ears splayed down.

Over top of Bonnie, in the grimy darkness, Desmond grunted in self-indulgent passion. He slavered on Bonnie's girly neck with kisses and slobbery laps, and the rabbit took all of them with delight.

Raking his sissy paws through Desmond's frizzy hair and dialing back the pheromones which would shortly dissipate, he sighed, "Is that what life is like, working here? A sissy like me could get used to it."

Knowing full well Bonnie could support his weight, Desmond fell slack, splaying his arms to either side of the bunny. "Uhn. That's it. No more, no mas. if I cum just one more time I'm gonna turn into a pile of dust."

Bonnie laughed, sounding airy and blissful in his afterglow. "Mmm, all right, all ri-i-ight. I'll let you relax. We can do a few more tests in the morning."

"Fine, yeah," Desmond puffed, closing his eyes. "Just as soon as I drink a few gallons of water."

It didn't take long for Desmond to fall asleep, patently exhausted by the bunny's antics. Bonnie, channeling the affection the other animatronics held for the foxcoon, put him back in just his briefs, tucked him into his bed, and turned out the light. His final gesture was a kiss between the fox's eyes, and he put himself into a rest cycle in the office chair.