[Rabbit Noises]

The next night when you arrive, Bonnie is waiting for you. They look cleaned up and spiffy, like they scrubbed themself down with lots of woolite, just for your arrival. "Good evening, Mr. Guard!" They say sweetly, giggling. Bonnie looks fluffier with their apparent cleaning. The fur is rather inviting looking and very inviting smelling.

You resist, greeting them curtly and taking a seat. This robot had been trying to get closer and closer every night. You learned none of them were interested in hurting you the first night you arrived, so there was no fear of the Rabbit being close to you. But it WAS still a robot...

You feel a large hand set itself on your shoulder. "Do you like my new bow, Mr. Guard? I.. I found it in back and put it on... Just for you..." The hand moves down your arm and to your hand.

The bunny's hand takes your own, and leads it to their bow. You had been looking away, until now. The red bow is very silky, and the shine of it picks up in the dim light of your office. You stroke the bow and nod approvingly. "It.. it's very nice, Bunny..." You say.

The robot giggles again, mechanically, the voice originating from a speaker set into the back of their mouth. "You can call me Bonnie." They say to you. They drift your hand away from the bow, letting your digits rub into the soft fur on their belly. It feels very very soft, regardless of you knowing the robot is quite old. You wonder how on earth it got so clean over night? You don't let your mind think too much about it, the sensation of the fluff enough to distract your brain.

"Mr. Guard... Do you like touching me...?" Your face reddens, those words pulling you out of your mild daze. You fumble for words, trying to find ones that don't sound... lewd.

"Ye-yeah, you feel pretty nice," Well, that wasn't exactly the cleanest, but it IS a robot. Robots don't understand innuendo, right?

"Let me show you.. Where it's the softest..." The rabbot drags your hand down its chest, past the deep seam of its waist and.. Between its legs, where a particularly large, fluffy tuft of fur sits, seemingly as a sort of censorship for whatever could be beneath. Your hand is getting quite clammy as the robot's eyelids lower into a sensual expression.

"A-ah, Bonnie... I'm pretty sure... I think Management really frowns on this kind of... Behavior..." You stutter out as your fingers sink into the tuft of fur. You're afraid of what you might feel underneath.

The animatronic whispers, its tinny voice husky and soft. "But Management isn't here right now... Are they?" They push your hand into the fuzzy mound.

Despite your trepidation, you let your digits feel deep into the forest of fur. You feel something hard. Luckily for you, it's just the hard shell of the robot's suit. You feel more, and find your fingers sink in deeper. The robot gives a pleased whine.

Your fingers push in more, you feel past the fur and start to run into the slick touch of wires and metal, until you hit something that makes the robot react quite a bit. It's round and flat, the size of a penny, and seems to have a matte finish to it. As you rub it, the robot gasps, it's knees buckling as it's spare hand grips the desk beside you. "A-aa-ah M-mr.... G-guard..."

You didn't sign up for this. You didn't sign up for this at all, but here you were, getting a giant purple robot rabbit off in ways that you didn't understand at all. But their whines and robotic panting was giving you quite a... stiffening reaction. You had seen enough lewd things in your time, meaning you at least knew a little about rubbing and teasing. You slowly trace the sensor in a clockwise motion around the edge. The bunny's legs squeeze together and it moans again.

You try pressing the middle of it directly, and hard, just to see what happens. The noise from the animatronic is sharp and sudden. You look to its face, and Bonnie's eyes are nearly rolled to the back of its head, its jaw hanging slack as small panting sounds emanate from the speaker within.

You withdraw your hand and curiously comb aside the crotch fluff. You want to see what you're feeling. You part the fur enough to reveal the orifice you've been teasing. It's round, and in the dull light, you catch the reflection of the wires you had felt before. There's a slight vibration in the robots legs, like its shivering with anticipation at you looking over such a private place. Your mind flashes for a second, thinking about the size of that hole and how you could probably fit your... No. No, you can't do that. That's too much. You'll use your fingers, and that's it. A little whine reminds you that you've left the robot waiting long enough. You dive your fingers back in and hook them upward, catching that sensor and being greeted with another round of staticy groans.

You try dotting at the sensor in patterns. You're not really sure how long it will take to get this rabbit off. Or if it can even get off at all. You admit, you get a bit caught up in the moment as you start to whisper to the robot. "Mmmm Do you like that....?" and "Tell me... Tell me how bad you want it..." God it had been so long since you had a girlfriend, all those lonely, lusty feelings were spilling out against your will. It could be worse, at least you knew no one was going to catch you in the act.

The bunny responded to your dirty talk in that low voice between every moan, "I... I... I want it s-s-so bad, Mr. G-g-guard aaaaa-aaa~~" With your unoccupied hand, you reach around and feel at its molded plastic ass, because why the fuck not? You spank one of its fur covered cheeks. Apparently it feels it, bucking against your stimulating hand in response.

The positioning had been a bit awkward from the start, so you decide to fix that, coaxing the purple bunny onto your lap. It's much lighter than you had expected, which is good for your fleshy thighs, and the chair holding you both up. With the new angle, you push in even deeper, finding yet another sensor disk inside. With a bit of adjustment, you strike both of them at once with your fingertips. Bonnie throws their head back and cries for you, the vibration of their whole body revving up. You got at it again and again and again, moans cutting off moans, making their voice skip and jump electronically.

You feel as every servo locks up inside of Bonnie. Your first reaction is to push as hard as you can against each of the sensors and hold it there, overflowing their cpu with sensation. Their moans start to break up and become choppy, their fingers frozen and squeezing your shoulders. "M-MR G-G-G-G-GUAR-" it cries out, then is quickly cut off by silence. Its eyes go black, and their body goes limp on your lap. You quickly catch them in your arms, so they don't hit the floor and get damaged. You set them on the tiles beside your desk, quite worried you had made the thing blow a fuse. for decency's sake, you comb their fluff back over, covering their private little vent. After a few minutes you hear a buzz come from the robot, it's eyes flicking to blue as it boots back up. You're quite relieved, mostly for the sake of your job.

It takes a few minutes before the robot is fully awake again. When its optics are back online, it shyly focuses on you, large pink eyes darting away when you make eye contact. "T-thanks.... Mr. Guard..." It squeaks, wobbling to its feet. "Y-y'see... My... My fingers can't reach there so... " You could swear there was a faint pink glow on its cheeks, "T-thanks!" And as quick as a rabbit, Bonnie was gone. You checked the camera and sure enough there they were, back on stage, smiling for the camera as best as it could.

And that's just a typical night for Ace.