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Late Night Fun

By manonthemoon

(CONTAINS: transformation [machine to living], breast expansion, butt growth, hourglass expansion, and various sexual acts.)

Five Nights at Freddy’s 2 and the game’s characters are copyrighted to Scott Cawthon.

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11:59 PM.

Silence and darkness. The three iconic Freddy Fazbear characters stood in formation on the show stage. The band presented before an audience of paper plates and party hats upon empty tables, and a festive “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” banner hung behind them. All were at rest, motionless with wide, toothy smiles and drooping, lifeless eyes. Their sleek, new metallic coating shined in what little light there was. Bonnie, Freddy, and Chica all waited. The cameras were the vigilant eyes of the intruder, the man who occupied the security office for many nights now. All three, however, were patient predators.

12:00 AM.

Freddy’s round, goofy eyes widened with a whir and glowed. The camera above turned away from him, and his robotic pupils fixated on the device. The bear’s glare was soul-piercing. The camera began to rotate back in the direction of the band. Freddy merely stared. The camera then sputtered and froze in place. The blinking red light had shut off.

“The coast is clear,” the voicebox inside Freddy growled, partially muffled by static. “To the security office.”

Bonnie’s eyes glowed next, followed by Chica. With each heavy stomp, the pistons in Freddy’s legs compressed and extended audibly, and the gears inside his neck clicked as he looked in each direction. The blue rabbit relinquished his prop guitar and followed closely. He made it to the edge of the stage and then rotated his head back. Bonnie halted, seeing Chica standing still facing the floor.

Bonnie jerked his head to the side and blinked, letting his metal eyelashes flutter. “What’s the matter, Chica?”

“I just…” She held her cupcake tray tightly with both hands. “Could we not go after him tonight? Just tonight.”

Freddy froze. Bonnie blinked, clicking his eyelids like a camera shutter. “I don’t understand.”

“I mean, we don’t try to kill him.” The yellow chicken shrugged. “Leave him alone.”

“It’s our duty to eliminate intruders. I’m sorry, Chica.” There was little sympathy in his voice.

“But just this once. We can wander a bit, scare him, pretend—“

“Why are you defending the intruder?” Freddy asked sternly, stepping back onstage. He loomed over the petite chicken animatronic.

Chica looked down again. “I-I’m not. I just—“

“You will eliminate the intruder. Tonight.” Freddy’s huge irises and pupils blackened. Chica tensed. She dared not look up. Freddy turned in the opposite direction and began his clunky journey downstage. Bonnie followed.

“Bonnie…” Chica meekly called.

Without looking at the chicken, Bonnie replied, “He’s the boss, Chica. I’m sorry.” Bonnie disappeared into the darkness with the bear.

. . . . .

The lights in the pristine chrome bathroom flickered. Chica stared into the silver mirror, laying her hands on the sink counter. With a whir, the animatronic placed a hand on her temple. She felt nothing. What’s wrong with me? she thought.

The circuits in Chica’s head were abuzz, focused on calculating the cause of her malfunction. For the past few nights, Chica had spent all six hours of the night shift merely watching the new night guard from afar. She stared at him from down the hallway and promptly retreated when his flashlight activated her RESET mode. She tried to sneak in through the ventilation shaft and was always disappointed to find a Fazbear animatronic in the security chair. Protocol dictates I eliminate him, but… I can’t. Not him. Whenever I see him, my circuits hum and I can’t think straight. She leaned forward, defeated. What’s wrong with me? She gazed up at the mirror longingly and blinked, revealing her purple eyelids.

I wish I wasn’t so scary to him. Maybe then he’ll want to play with me.

In that moment, Chica felt a strange sensation on her right index finger, like an exposed circuit. She immediately lifted up her finger to her eye. A patch of her metal covering had fallen off and had been replaced with short yellow fuzz. She eyed her finger, unsure of which diagnostic to run. Another patch fell to the ground, freeing her entire finger like a butterfly from its cocoon. Chica froze. W-what’s going on? The rate of shedding increased, exposing all the fingers on her hand. She pushed her hand away from her face and watched in fear as her whole hand transformed before her. Chunks of metal exoskeleton by the dozens fell to the floor. She felt the strange sensation begin on her other hand. The organic material began to travel up her arms. The wires and metal in her joints felt a sudden increase in pressure. She looked as her elbow as the mechanisms inside sprouted the same material in massive clumps. “Stop! No, please!” Her voice began to lose its static quality. “Stop it! No! No!” She closed her eyes tightly, wishing for an end.

A full minute passed. She shivered. She could not feel her metal coating fall of anymore, but she felt exposed. All my parts much be showing, she thought. She slowly opened her eyes. Chica’s sight returned, and she gasped sharply with a squeak. Her metal skeleton was not, in fact, showing. Instead, her entire body was covered head to toe in plushy yellow feathers. Her bolted-on blush had disappeared, and her purple eyes glistened. She felt a constant thumping inside her chest: a beating heart, and worried, she pressed her hands against her upper torso. She flinched, overwhelmed by a foreign sensation on her fingers. She touched her chest again. Chica’s fingers had experienced touch for the first time. She sighed as she ran her fingers through her soft feathers. She rubbed her arms, cooing, and sighed as she brushed the back of her head and down her neck. “It’s so… tingly. So soft,” she giggled. She froze upon hearing her own voice. The static growl of the voicebox could no longer be heard. Her voice now was airy, high-pitched, melodious. She could not help but smile. She squealed, experiencing a newfound energetic feeling she could only describe as getting a full charge. She turned around, inspecting her backside and slender form, gliding her hands down the curve of her waist. “Look at me! I’m cute as a button!” she exclaimed, kicking her foot up in an adorable, silly pose.

An intoxicating aroma wafted through the air and past Chica’s beak. She inhaled deeply and sighed. She looked down at the counter. Her plastic prop cupcake had become a real, delectable pastry. Her eyes light up. She could not explain what it was, but she felt a dire need in her stomach to eat it. With both hand wrapped around the wrapper, she brought cupcake to her beak. “Let’s eat!” she said with a giggle. “Gosh, it sounds really silly when I say that out loud.” Without a moment’s hesitation, she opened her beak wide and chomped down on the strawberry frosting. The chicken hummed with glee, savoring the explosive chocolate flavor. She gulped loudly and sighed, contented. “Goodness, it’s so good!” Chica continued biting away at the cupcake like a hungry pigeon to breadcrumbs. She could not get enough. In no time, the top was completely and ravenously consumed. The chocolate center followed after. In half a minute, Chica left only the wrapper. “Mmmm… Yummy!” she said, rubbing her bare stomach. A cheep-like hiccup was muffled behind her beak. “Oh. Excuse me.”

Chica was assaulted with a wave of heat as if the bathroom became a sauna. She fanned her forehead. “Why is everything so hot all of a sudden?” she panted. Her chest began to tingle. She pressed her hands against her colorful bib and moaned, and much to her surprise, the chicken felt something push back. “W-what’s happening?!” Her hands began to rise as her chest started to grow and grow. Chica lifted up her bib and gasped. Chica’s formerly flat chest was now sporting moderate B cups with two pink dime-sized nipples. “What are those?” she asked. “Buttons?” The curious chicken pressed in her nipples with her thumbs and immediately shuddered from the wave of pleasure that followed. “Whatever they are, I like ‘em.” Chica massaged the bottom of her swelling breasts and played with her nipples with her thumbs, accelerating their growth. She inhaled sharply and tensed her quivering thighs. “Oohh… They’re s-swelling in my hands,” she moaned as they expanded to round handfuls. “It feels s-so good…” The warmth and ecstasy was so overwhelming that her breaths became short and sharp. Her feathery breasts, now bordering D cups, were the softest things she had felt yet. He closed her eyes and let the erotic warm overtake her body, giggling the while.

She then perked, caught off guard. The tingling had extended to her rump, and her tiny butt was pushing against her pink bottoms. She yelped, placing a hand on each cheek in a feeble attempt to halt their growth. Nevertheless, her butt continued to swell into ripe, round masses. Her knees buckled together, and she could feel her thighs start to thicken too. Her hips flared out, giving her an enviable hourglass curve. All this time, her breasts had ballooned beyond E cups. Chica could feel her nipples throbbing, now fully erect. She grabbed her tit flesh and cooed as she felt it push between her fingers. “Mmmm… Please don’t stop,” she murmured sweetly. “Make them bigger.” Her bottoms were slowly becoming a thong being swallowed by her ample cheeks, and her thighs touched brushed together and continued to grow. Her hips became wider than her shoulders. Chica could no longer contain her growing breasts within her hands. Her breathing became sparser, and she could barely speak. The curvy chicken fell to her knees, arms wrapped around her large, bouncy breasts. Her body swimming with hormones and sweating uncontrollably, Chica tried to focus all of her efforts on breathing, panting profusely. The titillating sensation of growth, of ass cheeks, thighs, and tits pressing against each other, did not help her concentration. Between each moan of arousal, she attempted to take a deep breath and ended up squeaking, taking short, shallow inhales. “Oh my! * inhale * Oh my… Gosh!” she squealed, hugging her breasts as they surged even bigger. She felt the rest of her body pleasurably expand outward. Her heart was a relentless drum.

She hyperventilated, trying to find her breath. Covered in sweat, she finally started to cool down. She gave a long sigh of relief, still shivering slightly. The curvy chicken wobbled as she stood to her feet, adjusting to the sudden weight increase. Her eye caught her voluptuous figure in the mirror, and she was stunned. Her round, perky breasts were at least G cups. Her pert nipples peaked from beneath her bib, which teasingly obscured her natural cleavage. The chicken was now the proud owner of a huge heart-shaped butt, each cheek bigger than her head. Chica’s thighs were thick and juicy, elegantly tapering down to her slender legs, and they complimented her childbearing hips well. Chica, the queen of curves, was ecstatic. “I look… beautiful,” she cheered, squeezing her melons together with her elbows. “At least I think so. Hope he likes the new Chica,” she said with newfound confidence. Her breasts bobbed slightly as she removed her arms, and she hummed with approval.

. . . . .

Jeremy Fitzgerald sat in his chair, on guard as if ready for battle. The night shift at Freddy Fazbear’s was practically a warzone where cute but killer animatronic animals could ambush you anywhere at any moment. Jeremy, therefore, had to stay alert. He could not have picked a worse job, but it was the only job he could find. He checked the handheld security pad religiously, spying the elusive mechs via the facility’s cameras, and switched on the lights when he heard thumping in the ventilation shafts. Currently, there was a lull in the activity, a thankful but brief breather. “If I survive this night, I’m gonna ask for a raise,” he grumbled as he remotely wound up the music box. “I’m not nearly paid to…” Jeremy trailed off, locking eyes with the shapely Chica down the hallway. Both were frozen, speechless.

Chica had never gotten this close to the night guard, and the awkward silence in addition to her anxiousness caused her cheeks to redden. The chicken’s mind and heart was racing. Amongst the chaos in her head, she tried to formulate the most perfect, succinct greeting that would surely alleviate his fears. She opened her beak and meekly addressed him with a single word: “Hello.” Jeremy turned pale as a ghost. She smacked her forehead as she only just realized her mistake. Poor choice of words.

Jeremy desperately flashed his light down the hallway in an attempt to activate Chica’s auto-reset. The buxom chicken shielded her eyes. No impetus to retreat, just mild annoyance. “Hey! Cut that out!” Jeremy froze_,_ the light still illuminating Chica’s new form. “Um… please,” she added politely.

I think this place is really starting to get to me, he thought. I could’ve sworn that thing just talked.

Chica tentatively approached, warping the metal floor of the hallway as she walked. With each step, her bountiful assets jiggled and sent a jolt of pleasure throughout her body. She bit the inside of her cheek and continued regardless. She ignored the constant warm throbbing underneath her pink bottoms, though a difficult feat. Unprepared, Jeremy was awestruck, confused, and fearful all at once. The gorgeous chicken was now outside of the office fiddling with her fingers nervously.

“Um… H-hi,” she stuttered before clearing her throat and straightening her posture. Her generous chest bobbed once more, and Jeremy avoided staring, embarrassed. “I’m Chica. I tried to come in through the ventilation shaft, but…” She looked back, referencing her enormous behind. “I didn’t fit. Do you want to play with me?” The night guard reached underneath his desk and yanked a Freddy Fazbear head over his head. Chica raised an eyebrow. The mask that once bamboozled her as a robot looked like a ridiculous act of desperation now. “You can take off that silly mask now,” she said with a giggle.

“Please don’t kill me,” the night guard replied, still hiding behind the bear head.

“No no no! I don’t want to kill you.” Chica waved her hands in a frenzied motion. “I should have said that earlier.” She took a few steps forward cautiously, stopping when he rolled back in his chair.

“Bullshit,” he responded hysterically. “You’re some new animatronic trying to trick me!”

“No, I’m not! Honest!” Chica ran forward, and Jeremy practically cowered in fear. “Look. Feel how soft I am.” The chicken held out her arm, her feathers rustling. Jeremy stared at the limb before him, unsure what to do. She saw his bright blue eyes behind the Freddy mask gaze lock with hers. “Don’t worry. I don’t bite.” Chica’s words served only to exacerbate his fear, but regardless, he raised his hand, about to take what he thought was the biggest and last risk of his life. Hesitantly, the night guard pet Chica’s arm, letting the soft feathers run through his fingers. He had not died yet, so he continued, much to Chica’s delight. “See,” she said, beaming a smile. “I’m different.”

“You sure are…” Jeremy said under his breath. With the chicken’s enticing, basketball-sized breasts dangling in front of his face, he tried his best to remain eye contact. The night guard reached underneath his mask and revealed his face once more. Chica’s eyes glistened seeing his short blonde hair and strong chin line. The man appeared fresh out of college, fit and full of youth. Chica’s heartbeat raced now that she was so close to the person she had been admiring.

“S-so,” she began, “what’s your name?” Even underneath her feathers, her cheeks visibly blushed.

“Jeremy.”

“Jeremy…” she responded wistfully, reveling in the sound of his name. “Do you want to play?”

“Play? N-no. I gotta work.” Jeremy brought the security pad to his face, surveying every darkened, gloomy room.

“Aw, poopie. Work isn’t fun.” The chicken pouted. She climbed onto the security desk on all fours, letting her giant tits hang tantalizingly. Jeremy used all of his willpower to focus on the pad. “What do you like to play?”

“Chica, I really can’t—“

“Boys like to wrestle, right? Let’s wrestle!” Chica tackled Jeremy, giggling playfully and sending his rolling desk chair toppling over. Jeremy struggled, pinned to the floor by his shoulders. Chica’s giggling became full blown laughter, which made her huge breasts dangling in Jeremy’s bounce. “I’m winning,” she snickered.

“Get off!” Jeremy shouted, pressing with all of his might against his captor. Jeremy rolled on top of the giggling chicken, his hands now firmly grasping her billowy breasts. Chica moaned erotically, overwhelmed. Jeremy removed his hands. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay,” she sighed. “I… kinda liked it.” The once confident, alluring bird was now quivering on the floor with Jeremy’s full weight on top of her.

The night guard was convinced he was dreaming, for he did not expect to be straddling a gorgeously curvy woman, albeit a chicken, at the Freddy Fazbear’s night shift. “No!” He stood to his feet. “I can’t! This is too much!”

“I’m sorry...” Chica’s eyes softened, and her sweet, bell-like tone became woeful. “I… I don’t know what’s going on with me. I just wished that you wouldn’t find me scary anymore, and then… these happened,” she said lifting her heavy breasts, “and I tried to be more confident but I ended up making you hate me even more.” As hard as she tried, Chica could no longer hide her tears and sobbed in her hands. Jeremy’s heart sank.

“Hey, hey, hey. Don’t cry.” He rubbed Chica’s back. “It’s my fault really. I’ve been on edge recently. It’s this job. And well…” He trailed off. “Nevermind.”

“What?” Chica asked and sniffled.

“Well…” Jeremy was apprehensive, but staring into Chica’s big purple eyes, he could not resist. “My girlfriend broke up with me a while back. And I guess I haven’t fully recovered yet.”

“Jeremy, I’m so sorry.” She wiped her tears away.

“It’s okay, Chica. It’s not your fault.” He sighed and rubbed his forehead, still petting the chicken with the other hand. “Frankly, I don’t know what’s wrong with me either. I’m sorry I was so dismissive. I just feel so… guilty.”

“Why would you feel guilty?” Chica sat up on her knees, turning towards the despondent guard.

“Well, it’s really hard. Transitioning, I mean. I dunno. And… admittedly, I do think you’re really…” Jeremy paused, uncertain whether or not he should continue. He knew there would be no turning back if he progressed, but all of his worry wore away once he locked eyes with Chica again. As his heartbeat rose, he gained the confidence to say that one word. “…cute.”

Chica’s cheeks were as red as a strawberry. “You think I’m… cute?”

“Yeah… I guess I do,” Jeremy said, smiling.

She could barely breathe. A burst of happiness erupted inside of her chest. Her wish truly came true.

They gazed into each other’s eyes, sitting in silence. Both neither spoke a word, but they knew they were desperately longing for each other. Chica and Jeremy followed their instincts, closing their eyes and leaning forward. Their lips locked, and their hearts soared. Chica’s beak was surprisingly soft and flexible, allowing her to gently caress Jeremy’s lips with her own. They each cradled each other’s cheeks in their hands. Chica could hear her heart thump in her ear, and her whole body was completely numb with passion. Their kissing became more and more amorous. Jeremy slipped his tongue inside her beak, and Chica flinched briefly before succumbing, melting in his arms. He friskily teased her tongue, and she moaned in response. She followed Jeremy’s example and brushed her tongue inside his cheek. Before long, their fun necking became unapologetic lustful kissing. Jeremy grabbed a handful of tit flesh, causing Chica to break away and moan loudly. Her breasts began to surge in size once more.

“Chica! Your boobs are growing,” Jeremy exclaimed, dumbfounded.

“Yeah… they’ve been doing that recently.”

“Should I stop?” His voice was full of worry.

“No, keep going. Please,” she begged, hungry for his touch. Her thick thighs shook with anticipation as his hand slowly approached. Jeremy grasped beneath her breast and lifted. Jeremy was spellbound by their warmth and softness. Much to her enjoyment, he started to brush the tip of her nipple with her thumb. “Here it comes…” Chica moaned as a familiar tingling sensation enveloped her chest. Velvety breast began to seep between Jeremy’s fingers and push against his hand. Chica, the while, blushed and covered her mouth in an attempt to muffle her lewd moans, mostly to no avail. With each second, her melons swelled in size and volume, still maintaining their round, bouncy shape. Jeremy leaned towards her other breast and licked her tender nipple. Chica responded with a loud, approving moan. “Mmm… more…” The guard traced her areola with his tongue. Chica cradled his head against her growing breast, letting billowy tit flesh press against his face. Jeremy groaned, enjoying his current position. He engulf Chica’s pink erect nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. Chica’s whole body shivered with immense pleasure, and she could barely stand it, panting profusely. Her breasts became even more enormous, swelling well past HH cups. Chica could only sit back and revel in the pounding of her heart and erotic bliss that every second brought.

Jeremy removed his hand from Chica’s nipple and brushed it down her stomach, feeling the warmth of her body. She tensed, unsure of what he was doing but enjoying it regardless. Jeremy’s hand slid beneath Chica’s panty line and could now feel the heat radiate from her hot sex. “I didn’t know those came off-- Oh my gosh! Ahh!” Jeremy gently rubbed Chica’s pulsing womanhood with his two fingers. She held her partner’s head even harder, sending Jeremy in a state of yellow marshmellow heaven. He rubbed and caressed the inside of her folds, sending powerful jolts of ecstasy up her spine. Chica felt her panties begin to soak. Her incalculable arousal paralyzed her sweating body. She could barely speak again. “Give me more… Pleeeeease give me more.” The chicken had no idea what she was asking for, but if it meant more of this feeling, she wanted it.

Jeremy responded by dragging her pink panties down her ample thighs and slender legs, exposing her throbbing clit. The guard kissed down Chica’s chest, stomach, and waist before gripping her wide hips and moving closer to her womanhood. Chica’s heart rushed and banged against her chest. The wait was unbearable. “Please…” she whimpered. Jeremy smiled at her pleading and leaned his face between her massive thighs. Jeremy kissed her inner thigh, nuzzling her soft, warm feathers. Chica held her breath. Her mind raced, not knowing what was going to happen. He ran his hand down the length of her leg before making the first lick on the bulb of her clit. Immediately, her whole body shook, and she gave a muffled moan. Jeremy licked again sent a sudden pulse of passion from Chica’s crotch throughout her trembling body. He continued faster but with the utmost care. Her wet pussy tasted so sweet to him. Jeremy groaned happily as he held tight to Chica’s waist and a surrounded her hot clit with his lips. Chica bit her lip and kneaded her breasts, now in the J cup range. Each rhythmic lick brought Chica closer and closer to a state of pure ecstasy. She panted and ran her fingers through Jeremy’s blonde hair. Jeremy could feel Chica’s swelling thighs enfold him and relished in the feeling. “Don’t stop,” she whispered meekly. Chica had completely lost herself in the throngs of hot desire. She pinched her rock-hard nipples, increasing her already insatiable lust. Just then, Jeremy inserted two fingers effortlessly into her pussy, and the horny chicken cried out. He accompanied each lick with a caress of the roof of her vaginal wall. Chica went wild. “Right there!” she exclaimed without any reserve. “Right there!” Before long, Chica felt something build and throb between her legs, and she wanted more of it. “Keep going, baby! Keep going!” Jeremy’s fingers pressed harder, and Chica’s temperature began to elevate. The pleasure inside her grew and grew and grew, and she felt like she was going to explode. A rush of lust overtook her entire body. Her legs tensed and shook, and she grasped Jeremy’s head as she gave the biggest, longest moan yet.

As the pleasure subsided, Chica laid sprawled on the floor, limp and trying to breathe again. She and Jeremy locked eyes again. “What do we do now?” she asked.

“Well, I mean…” Jeremy stuttered.

Chica stood up and grabbed her lover’s face, bringing it close to her own. “You can do anything you want to me,” she whispered. “I’m yours.” She had no idea where this new, assertive Chica came from, but she liked it.

“Okay,” he replied. “Put your hands on the desk and bend over.”

Chica stood to her feet and obeyed her partner’s command. “Like this?” Her huge, bare ass temptingly wiggled.

“Yeah,” he answered with a grin. “Just like that.”

Chica could only hear the chinking of a belt buckle and the sound of a zipper. She waited with bated breath for what was about to transpire. She felt one of Jeremy’s hands hold her ass cheek tightly and a moment later plunge his shaft into her hot, wet pussy. Jeremy groaned, pleased, and Chica moaned with overwhelming desire. Grabbing ahold of her broad hips, Jeremy thrusted deep inside his partner. Chica tightened her hands into fists and prepared for the incoming series of thrusts and waves of pleasure. Jeremy thrust harder, slamming his pelvis into Chica’s pillowy ass. The chicken squeaked and squealed in a mix of delight and lust. The guard smacked Chica’s round cheek, and she instinctively cried out, causing Jeremy to halt.

“I-I’m sorry! I got carried away,” he apologized.

“No, I love it,” Chica responded longingly. “Do it harder.”

Jeremy followed Chica’s instructions. With a powerful slap, his hand collided and shook Chica’s plump rear. “More,” she squeaked. Jeremy obeyed. Each hit stung Chica and tingled her sensitive areas. Jeremy could feel her ass balloon even larger with each slap. “Harder,” she cried. Jeremy thrust and smacked, and her cheeks swelled larger and larger. “Harder!” The guard smacked Chica with all the strength he could muster, all the while plunging deeper into the sex-crazed chicken. Her ass expanded to impossible size and grew immensely in sensitivity. “Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned with each thrust. She could feel herself nearing climax again. She pressed her face against the wood desk and gave a cry that could be heard throughout the whole facility. Jeremy continued ramming, amplifying her orgasm beyond comprehension. Chica, collapsed on the desk, sighed and attempted to catch her breath.

“Jeremy,” she called in a soft, breathy tone.

“Yeah?”

“I wanna do that again, but I want to see your face this time.”

“Me too,” he responded, out of breath.

Chica pulled his head close and brought her lips to his lovingly. She tenderly lowered herself to the tile floor and laid on her back, covering her massive breasts teasingly. Jeremy removed his uniform, and Chica could finally see his built body, complete with a six-pack and toned muscles. His rock-hard member was throbbing. Jeremy lowered himself onto Chica’s seductive, curvy body. Looking into each other’s eyes, Jeremy grabbed his cock and inserted it deep inside Chica. Both moaned as they were overcome with warm, sexual bliss. Jeremy, pushing against the floor for support, immediately began thrusting, filling Chica with uncontrollable passion. They moaned in unison, together in the wild throngs of lovemaking. Spellbound, they stared into each other’s eyes. Jeremy quickened his pace, and their amorous cries grew louder and more loving. Every moment was heaven. Neither of them could get enough. With each thrust, Jeremy panted and went deeper and deeper.

“I can feel it, babe,” Chica squeaked. “I can feel it coming.”

Jeremy let loose. He slammed his pelvis against hers, harder than he ever had with anyone before. He winced and grunted, feeling his cock begin to overflow. “Me too!”

“Kiss me,” Chica begged. Jeremy locked lips with the chicken, kissing her like it was his last day on Earth. His cock could not take much more, and Chica could not either. Chica held tight to Jeremy’s head, their cheeks pressed against one another. She wrapped her arms and legs around his warm body, and together they let out one final moan, climaxing. Jeremy continued to thrust as he came inside Chica’s hot pussy. Chica shivered and tensed with each pulse of pleasure she experienced. Their magical moment of ecstasy soon dwindled, and Jeremy collapsed onto his lover, exhausted. With his head between her comfy cleavage, she brushed her hand through his hair, cooing.

The ominous metallic echoing, the harbinger of doom, interrupted their tender moment. Both felt a cold shiver run down their spine. Chica stood to her feet, bracing herself. Jeremy ran to the desk and turned on the flashlight. The hallway illuminated, and standing there immobile was none other than Freddy himself. Chica ran in front of the security desk with open arms.

“No, Freddy! Go away!” Chica commanded with surprising sternness. The flashlight flicked off, stopping Jeremy’s heart. He shook the device desperately and switched it back on. Within that time, Freddy had made his way to the office entrance. “Stop it! You’re not taking him away from me!” Freddy’s eyes glowed in the dim light. “I’m not afraid of you anymore,” she said with a sneer. Freddy’s eyes blackened. He spoke in what Jeremy could only hear as a series of fragmented pieces of static gibberish. “I said, I’m not afraid of you anymore!” she shouted. The light bulbs flickered.

“Chica, don’t!” Jeremy yelled, holding onto her waist.

“Stay back!” she ordered her lover. “Stay behind me.” As much as she did not want to admit it, Chica was frightened for her life. She had no idea what was going to happen next, but she stood strong, unwavering. The room was then shrouded in darkness. When the lights began to flicker once more, Chica was now face-to-face with the animatronic bear, staring into his black, empty eyes. Freddy growled in an unintelligible language. “Then do it,” Chica responded. “Go on, kill me!” Freddy remained silent, staring. “You can’t, can you?” Silence. Chica, mere inches away from Freddy’s face, grinned victoriously and whispered, “I’m not afraid of you.”

Darkness flooded the room again. Only the ominous echoing and the heavy footsteps on the metal floor could be heard. Chica and Jeremy waited, on guard, their hearts racing. The footsteps diminished into the distance. The echoing, once all anyone could hear, dwindled and decreased into nothingness. The lights flickered on. Freddy Fazbear was nowhere to be seen. Chica and Jeremy sighed, letting their pulses drop back to normal.

“Chica…” Jeremy finally said. “That was… amazing!” He laughed, relieved.

“It… was,” she said, surprised and proud of her own courage. She then turned to Jeremy with a sultry look in her eye. “So, Jeremy…” She walked towards the naked man, swinging her wide, sexy hips and letting her rack and ass bounce unapologetically. She leaned onto the desk with her elbows. “Same time tomorrow night?” she giggled.

“Definitely,” he smirked. They locked lips for one more affectionate kiss.

The End.