Chica Gets Regular-fucked

Realizing that they now noticed her, Chica’s expression quickly changed from shock to anger. She stormed through the right door and up to Mike and Bonnie, still recovering from their moment together.

Chica stood about a foot above Bonnie in sheer height and absolutely towered over normal human beings like Mike. Compared to Bonnie she had a curvier and more voluptuous figure with larger breasts, a larger ass, and thicker thighs. Her temperament seemed to always be a flux between anger and depression; Mike never saw her mope too much, but she rarely smiled and always kept herself busy in the kitchen and whenever she was forced to take a break by Freddy she tended to keep to herself until disturbed by Bonnie or Foxy, usually the former, which made her lose her incredibly short temper. These rages of hers usually resulted in shrieking and violence. Relative to the other bots, he and Chica never really talked much due to her own reclusiveness, but even if she wasn’t Mike still would not have made the effort because he was honestly a bit intimidated by her.

Fortunately for him, she seemed to be angrier at Bonnie at the moment because she started yelling at her first.
“What the hell was that? Freddy sent me to find you, you were supposed to be fixing the pipes!”

“But I WAS fixing the pipes!” Bonnie replied suggestively, giving Chica a big shit-eating grin.

“THAT GAS LEAK NEEDS TO BE FIXED! You’re supposed to be covering for Foxy, not trying to eat that... thing!” Chica said, her eyes glancing at Mike’s dick for a second. “Fix the pipes or so help me god, I’m going to use your face as a pizza topping!”

“Fine, fine, I’ll get on it.” Bonnie mumbled as she went around the chicken to leave through the right door. "... freaking Nazi.”

“I’M NOT A NAZI!” Chica barked, her blush brightened.

Mike tried to suppress a chuckle. She seemed to tolerate him so he didn’t think she really was one, but she did sneak into the lost & found room to try on the uniforms a lot, unaware that Mike was watching her through the camera feeds as she took off her bib. They really were some fine titties, he mused to himself.

“AS FOR YOU!” Chica snapped, apparently hearing him laugh, “What the fuck were you doing to her?”

Mike paused; he assumed she had been standing outside the window for a while and with his dick still hanging out of his fly he thought it was incredibly obvious.

“Uh, well, uh... she sucked my dick.” Mike was beginning to sweat. Not because he was afraid; even though Chica intimidated him a little the situation was more awkward than scary. While Mike knew that they were just robots, she was still a lady and he had his wiener hanging out in the open. He wasn’t completely devoid of manners or decency, and it didn’t help that she was starting to make his boner hard again, adding to the awkwardness.

Chica had so far been trying to avoid looking at it, instead keeping her eyes trained on Mike’s face. That look of apprehension was still there, but that blush she walked in with was still bright red and Mike had a feeling that underneath the angry front was some genuine confusion, curiosity, and some tension of her own as a few droplets of sweat (how and why did they sweat, he always wondered) formed on her forehead.

“My ass! You had her by the ears, forcing her into your... like, WHY?!” Chica asked, exasperated. “What would compel you to do such a thing, especially with her?!”

Mike wasn’t sure if that last part was a Freudian slip or not, but considering how Chica could probably turn him into pulled pork in under a minute, he really did not want to take his chances with the 8-foot tall murder bird.
But Chica wasn’t done yet.

“And why is it growing like that? Is it getting BIGGER?” Chica inquired, her expression deepening as she looked down at his penis again.

Mike was now becoming quite confused, despite being cooped up in a children’s pizzeria for so long, if the urban legends about the murders were true then it would mean that by now all the robots were a few centuries older than he was. He would have assumed that they would at least know what a penis looked like; after all, Bonnie certainly did.

Almost as if echoing his thoughts, Bonnie spoke

“What, never seen a dick before?” she said slyly, having crept back into the room and behind Chica while her back was turned.

Chica jumped, startled, but Bonnie had already looped her arms under Chica’s and had her in a firm headlock. She then fell over, pulling the surprised chicken backwards with her down to the floor. Using her dexterity, she quickly wrapped her legs around Chica’s, locking them into a wide spread. From his chair, Mike could see both their pussies and assholes splayed towards him, he always suspected that they had them, but until now he never had the chance to confirm it. This whole ordeal had brought him back to full mast, but he remained seated, wanting to watch where this was going.

“BONNIE, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” Chica shouted, struggling fiercely against the rabbot’s hold. Chica was easily the stronger of the two bots, but the positions of Bonnie’s limb lock held her securely in place while unable to reach her, leaving her vulnerable and unable to do much besides flail and squirm to no avail.

“QUICKLY, GIVE IT TO HER NOW!” Bonnie yelled to him, smiling gleefully.

Even though he found this incredibly arousing, Mike remained seated. Chica didn’t seem to be having any of it, and his mama didn’t raise no rapist (and his papa didn’t raise him at all). His brows, previously arced in surprise, had now lowered and flattened and his amused smile from before had now inverted itself into a grimace.
After a few second composing himself, he said

“Bonnie, stop.”

He could see the top of Bonnie’s head from between the birb’s neck and shoulder; she rolled her eyes.

“Come on, don’t be a party pooper! She’s clearly wants it!” Bonnie insisted.

“I DO NOT!” Chica loudly claimed as she continued to fruitlessly wriggle, but he could see that there was a glint of moisture starting to bead up within her tight-looking pussy.

Mike continued to sit there. He crossed his arms to mirror his resolve.
Bonnie sighed, and then said

“Mike, look, she NEEDS this. How long has it been for her? It’s about time somebody made her feel good for once.”

Chica was quiet. Still flustered and tense, perhaps still straining against the rabbot underneath her, but not actively struggling anymore. Her blush had grown even brighter and the look on her face while staring at Mike, making eye contact, was one no longer of rage or disgust, but of nervous uncertainty. She still had her bib on, and he could see that her nipples were rock-hard, causing the fabric to tent slightly around them.

Mike took a deep breath. This still felt wrong, but he couldn’t deny that he too was absolutely rock-hard and Chica seemed to be waiting for him, albeit uncomfortably. He got up out of his chair and walked over, getting on his knees to put his dick on level with Chica’s vulnerable vagina. He could see that Bonnie was already starting to gush again herself, getting off on the excitement and tension.

Chica was still silent, sweat started to form on her inner thighs and her pupils shrunk, focusing on Mike’s hard-on. He rubbed his shaft against her vulva, causing her to shudder, her inner thighs and pussy tightening up before relaxing again. The lifelike nature of these machines never failed to surprise and baffle Mike tonight.

Putting his tip to her lips, Mike was about to enter when Chica piped up

“W-wait!” she stuttered. Mike had only heard her stutter a few times before and it was in the rare cases where she was embarrassed and nervous. “I-it’s just so BIG, are you sure it’s going to fit?”

Both he and Bonnie snorted at the same time, following it up with hearty laughter. Mike admitted he felt a bit proud that somebody thought his member was “big” enough to be worried about it fitting, but he knew that was just too ridiculous not to laugh. Bonnie was the first to comment

“Ha ha, Chica, are you kidding me? That’s the most mediocre sized dick I’ve seen! You’re a big girl, right?”

“Oh come on, really?” Mike said, his pride now deflating like a balloon with air slowly being let out of it. Bonnie may not have one at the moment, but she was still a dick.
Bonnie wasn’t done yet:

“Heh, I mean, what? Have you never seen a grown man’s penis before? Ha ha.” She asked, jokingly.

At this, Chica went silent again, her blush now taking up even more of her face. Bonnie and Mike also went silent for a few seconds as it sank in.

“HA HA HA, OH MY GOD, YOU’RE STILL A VIRGIN AFTER ALL THIS TIME!” Bonnie cackled. “HA HA, How is that even possible?! What does that make you, a 200 year-old virgin? I think you’ve broken every record on wizardchan by now! HA HA HA!” Tears were now in Bonnie’s eyes again as she continued to crack jokes at Chica’s expense. She was enjoying this way too much.

“S-SHUT UP! I-I’ve just been too busy!” Chica stammered, now back to fighting her restraints, her face now almost completely red with embarrassment and insecurity as Bonnie continued to laugh hysterically.

Mike didn’t join in Bonnie’s laughing fit since he could sympathize with Chica right now. He himself had remained a virgin until some time in his late 20s, and he still had problems getting laid to this day. Especially when the options for a woman such as herself were so low in some dinky little kid’s restaurant like this one.

After some more bouncing and struggling, Chica settled down again, still fuming a bit at Bonnie underneath her. Bonnie finally spoke up,

“So Mike, are you actually going to do anything? Her huge ass is starting to crush me to death again.”

“HEY!”

“Chill, it’s a compliment. You have such a nice, big soft ass.” Bonnie added. Chica’s tail feathers wiggled uncomfortably.

While they were arguing, Mike collected himself and pressed his tip against her opening and made one good, strong thrust into her.

“AAAAAAAAHN” Chica cried out, her eyes wide from the surprise penetration, her attention now back to Mike. She wasn’t making any indication to stop, so Mike took it as a sign to keep going, pulling himself out and shoving himself back in again, this time with no pauses. He could tell this was her first time as her pussy was so tight around his dick. Despite being so much bigger than him, it was still a snug fit.

Chica was moaning loudly with every pound. Like Bonnie’s mouth, the inside of Chica’s cunt was warm and soft. Much wetter though, very wet; he could hear the squelching as he pumped in and out of her. Her passage was closing in around him as he reentered, silky and smooth but occasionally quivering as Chica's pelvis and legs twitched from the ecstasy she was feeling.
Bonnie kept her hold tight. Chica wasn’t fighting her anymore, but she wanted to be closer to her big sister during her first time so she kept her lock firm. Maybe she was annoying, but she really did care about the gloomy hen’s happiness; she wanted, no, NEEDED her to feel this experience and wanted to be there when it happened. The bucking, gasping, and moaning above her was turning her on and she could feel her own pussy starting to tingle and moisten up again. That however, was nothing compared to Chica’s, she thought, which was leaking so much that she could feel it starting to run down onto her own cunt and thighs. She must have been absolutely FLOODED. Maybe after they’re done, she’d go see if she can ride Foxy while he's in his stupor again before the daylight programming begins, she wondered.

Mike was working up a sweat as he continued to pound Chica’s pussy. It’s wasn’t like a vacuum-sealed chamber like with Bonnie’s mouth, but it was still tight and the feeling was phenomenal as he kept plowing. She moaned with every thrust, her vagina almost sucking him in as if eager to make him stay.
Mike reached under and moved her bib up, exposing her large pair of chicken breasts. Unable to control himself, he grabbed them and squeezed lightly, feeling in each handful a softness not unlike plush and a heftyness that made them both feel full. He then moved to her nipples and began to tweak them and rub the big areolas.
This caused Chica to cry out even louder,

“~AAAH! AH! AH! AH! AAAAAHHH!”

Thin, white liquid then started to squirt and bead up at the tips, slowly turning into a trickle.

"AH! AH! W-what is that? AH!"

Mike, feeling confident, swiped some with his tongue to taste it. It wasn't what he suspected, milk, but some kind of sweet chemical with a consistency like water. Whatever it was, the only purpose he could think of was that somebody wanted to simulate lactating on a robot chicken, possibly what made them feel so heavy. The people who designed these things must have been really, REALLY fucked up.

With that in mind, they must be very sensitive, Mike deduced. A lot like Chica herself: covered with an angry, intimidating exterior to hide a sensitive soul underneath. Mike mentally paused for a moment. Holy crap that sounded cheesy; thank god the bots weren’t psychic too, that would have been embarrassing.

Just then, Mike felt the walls of Chica’s vagina began to clench tightly and Chica's eyes widened.

“Oh god something’s happening to me, g-go faster!” she pleaded.

Mike thought it was a little soon. He could go on for longer, but then again it was her first time so she must not have the endurance. He decided to oblige; he wanted to cum with the chicken. He began to plug her even faster, feeling his dick tensing up and the pressure building inside of him as his rate increased. Chica’s hole became wetter and wetter, her cries and moans increasing, syncing up with his thrusts. He felt his dick began to twitch, he was almost there when he felt a great clamping spasm from Chica.

“PLEASE, PLEASE, ~AAAAAAAAAH!~  BA-CAWK!” Chica screamed, as a flood of her discharge surged out of her pussy and soaked both Mike’s pants and Bonnie’s lower body.

Huh, she came before I did. Mike observed. A bit put-off by her orgasm cry, Mike kept going. He couldn’t finish first, but he could at least finish strong. He didn’t have to wait too long though, as the pressure had finally reached the tip and he couldn’t hold back any longer.
He slammed his dick all the way into her, his balls slapping against the wet, pussy juice-soaked surface of her ass and came deep inside her, causing her to moan as she felt a flood of warmth fill her up.

Chica was already spent, her arms and legs lax. Bonnie had already let go, having been worked up a bit by the action going on above her. Mike, himself exhausted, collapsed on top of Chica, his face pillowed by her large breasts, their nipples still erect and still sticky with the not-milk; his penis still lightly throbbing and pumping the last of his cum into her box, some of it beginning to spill out.

He could feel Chica breathing heavily. How and why they needed to simulate breathing was yet another question he had for the sick fucks who designed them, but he was too laid back right now to put much more thought into it.

Chica, with her arm now free, put it over and around him in a half-embrace.

“Thanks (breath), Schmidt.” She huffed.

Mike didn’t say anything back, but for once he felt at peace lying on top of her in this dirty, dilapidated, and disgusting little diner. Maybe it wasn’t all so bad after all.

This moment was then interrupted by Bonnie shouting.

“OKAY, THE PARTY’S OVER! THE TWO OF YOU COMBINED ARE CRUSHING ME! PLEASE! I BEG YOU!”