[LEWD] Foxy Lovers

"So, how was yer day today?"

Nighttime at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, in one of the party rooms dedicated to celebrating birthdays. Withered Foxy sat in a plastic chair that creaked ominously beneath his weight and leaned his head on his good hand. Mangle lounged across from him, stretched out between 4 chairs like a snake.

The animatronic blinked back at Withered Foxy and tilted her head to think for a minute. Withered Foxy waited patiently and smiled at her. At last, Mangle opened her mouth to speak. A harsh burst of static came from her damage voice box, but Withered Foxy didn't seem to mind. After the crackling and hissing and buzzing was over the red fox pulled his lips back in a wide grin.

"Well, that's great!" he exclaimed. "Tell me more about tha party."

Mangle hissed and screeched a response back and Withered Foxy nodded his head. The conversation -- if it could truly be called such -- between the two continued for a while. Withered Foxy nodded and hummed at all the right times and prodded the white fox across him for more details whenever she would pause.

Withered Foxy leaned forward interestedly and flipped his eye patch up. "Aye, and what'd tha birthday boy do then?" Mangle responded with an eardrum-bursting blast of white noise while wriggling her arms in the air, and the red fox threw his head back and barked with laughter.

The two dilapidated animatronics fell into a comfortable silence after that, content to just stare across at each other and take comfort in the other's presence. Withered Foxy reached forward and cupped Mangle's head, scratching his metal fingers against her cheek. The plastic chair under him cracked ominously. Mangle leaned into his hand and closed her eyes.

"Mangle, ye truly are the greatest treasure o' them all."

Mangle jerked her head away from Withered Foxy's hand as though scalded. Her cheeks glowed red and her voice box crackled out her disagreement while she gestured towards herself. Withered Foxy harrumphed.

"Nonsense! Yer eyes be prettier than doubloons and deeper than the ocean,' he said.

Mangle's blush deepened and she brought all three of her hands up to cover the eyes on her two heads. Withered Foxy chuckled and pulled her hands away. "Lass, yer gorgeous," he said. Then he stuck out his index finger and pressed it firmly against Mangle's nose. The white fox went cross-eyed and stuck her tongue out. Withered Foxy's hands darted down to capture it between his thumb and forefinger and pulled Mangle's face across the table. His face met her in the middle, and their snouts bumped against each other in a short smooch.

Withered Foxy got up out of his seat and flipped his eye patch back down. He turned to face Mangle, who had coiled up into a ball and was shaking. "Almost midnight, lass," he reminded her. "Go knock that guard's socks off tonight." He blew one last kiss at Mangle and exited into the hall, humming a short ditty as he walked back to Parts & Service.

Mangle poked her head out of the coiled pile of animatronic limbs and brought a hand up to her lips. She blushed once more. She doubted she would ever get used to that, no matter how often her Captain did it.



The next night, Mangle wandered around the restaurant looking for Withered Foxy. She asked the other Toys if they had seen him, but none had. Mangle buzzed with worry. It wasn't like Withered Foxy to miss their nightly dates.

It was then that Mangle saw Balloon Boy skipping out of Parts & Service. The white fox swooped down on the childlike animatronic immediately, both heads talking over each other in their haste to ask Balloon Boy if he knew where Withered Foxy was. Balloon Boy tilted his head to one side, then turned to point back at the room he had just left.

Mangle grabbed the raised arm with all of her hands and vigorously shook it up and down in thanks. She darted into the back room, nearly bowling over Withered Chica in the process.

She found Withered Foxy in an isolated corner of Parts & Service. A solitary light bulb flickered above him. The red fox was stooped over a table, and when he turned his head and saw Mangle he spun around to hide what he'd been looking at.

"Y-Yarr, ahoy there Mangle. What're ye doing here?"

Mangle glared at him with all four eyes and crackled a response while tapping her wrist. Withered Foxy's look turned bashful. "Ah, sorry. I musta lost track a time."

Mangle tried to shoot a glance behind Withered Foxy, who bent his torso to block her vision. Mangle locked gazes with Withered Foxy, deadpan. A moment of stillness passed. Then Mangle darted for the table. Withered Foxy jumped, startled, and tried to hold the white fox back but was unable to stop the flood of limbs.

Mangle gasped. The table was a workstation, and lying on it were various electronics, bolts, and screws. Withered Foxy scratched his cheek and looked off to the side.

"I, uh, I was meanin' ta hide it from ye until I was done."

Mangle stared at Withered Foxy, frozen as a statue. Then she leapt at him, knocking the red animatronic down and smothering him with kisses. Withered Foxy squirmed and laughed, then pulled her tight in a hug. Mangle rested her head on his chest. Withered Foxy's internal motors always kept him warm, always made his chest rumble. She closed her eyes.

"Well," Withered Foxy said, and the moment was over. "Since you found out about your surprise early, why don't we go ahead and get started?"

Mangle pouted a bit, but her excitement got her off Withered Foxy and hopped onto the workstation.

"Alrigh'," the red fox said with a gleam in his eye. "Let's get your voice box fixed."

Withered Foxy collected some oily rags and some tools, then got to work. First he gently wiped away the dust and grime that had collected on Mangle's neck. The white fox closed her eyes and whimpered at the sensation. Withered Foxy's grip was firm yet soft, and he was careful with every stroke he made. A particularly stubborn area where Mangle's neck connected to her head had him scrub just a little bit harder, and Mangle hissed with satisfaction.

Up next was opening up the black box at the base of Mangle's skull. Withered Foxy was confident and precise with his movements as he grabbed his screwdriver and removed the screws holding a panel on it shut. Mangle squirmed at the feeling, and one of her hands came up to grab Withered Foxy's arm. He chuckled and gave it a squeeze, then went back to the black box. The last screw spiralled out, and with it the panel on the black box popped open.

After that came removing the circuitry that was in charge of allowing Mangle to speak. This was a delicate task, and Withered Foxy took extra care as he unplugged each connection. With every wire that became detached, Mangle would shiver and a snap of static would be issued from her mouth.

Once ever wire was disconnected, Withered Foxy popped out the entire circuit board. Mangle spasmed and cried out, only to be silenced when the board was removed. Withered Foxy laughed and patted the panting Mangle, then grabbed the replacement part.

With the hard parts finished, all that was left was for Withered Foxy to do the process in reverse. It was relatively simple -- Then again, the entire procedure was simple. The hard part was making the replacement part in the first place. --and Withered Foxy was finished in no time at all. He gave Mangle one last rubdown with the rag, drawing another shiver from the animatronic in question, and then stepped back.

"Well lass," he questioned. "How do you feel?"

Mangle worked her jaw. She spoke, and static came out of her mouth. However, it quickly settled into words. "I-I feel great," she said, rusty from not having talked in a while. The white fox brightened up at the sound of her voice. "I feel great," she whispered again. "I feel great!"

Mangle bounced off the table and bounded over to Withered Foxy. Just as earlier she tackled him to the ground and smothered him with kisses. "I can speak, Captain," she said, delighted. "I can speak!"

"Aye lass," Withered Foxy said with a laugh. "I can tell."

Just like earlier, the two laid on the floor, Withered Foxy hugging Mangle to his chest. This time he was content to let her stay there. Mangle sighed, still unable to believe that her voice was fixed.

"I love you, Foxy."

Withered Foxy hummed.



Mangle sighed as she got out of her linseed oil bath. Withered Foxy had managed to gather up enough to fill a large metal bin, which he'd then plonked on the floor next to some chairs for Mangle to lie in. Mangle had spent the night dipping different parts of her body into the bin for cleaning. She and Withered Foxy held hands the entire time and mindless talked to each other. It was all meaningless conversation -- none of it important, noteworthy, or even interesting -- but Mangle continued talking anyways, if only just to hear the sound of her voice.

Withered Foxy grabbed a steel brush and dutifully scrubbed the part of Mangle's body which had just been bathing. Rust and grime came off in waves, and when he was finished he grabbed a rag to wipe her clean. Mangle cooed at the intimacy of the whole thing, and when the red fox was done she marveled at how clean and shiny she looked.

"That was the last bit, oh treasure o' mine." Withered Foxy collected the brush, rags, and bin and dragged them to a nearby shelf.

"You know, Captain," Mangle said, stretching out in her seats and collapsing lazily. "All this time we've known each other and I never thought to ask how you were so good at this handiwork."

"Aye? A salty old sea-fox such as me gathered all sorts o' tricks that landlubbers such as yeself might not be aware of. It comes with taking care o' a ship."

Mangle giggled. "But really, Foxy."

Withered Foxy's eye patch flipped up and he scratched his chin. "I suppose I jus' learned it all o'er time, what with me own body like it is."

Mangle frowned. "I don't like the state your body's in."

"And I don't like tha state yer body's in, either," Withered Foxy shot back.

"They really should treat you better."

"I could say the same about the kids. Makes me want to run out and bite one a tha scoundrels."

Mangle harrumphed and crossed her many arms. The two animatronics walked out of Parts & Services and into one of the main party room, where both Chicas were placing a large pizza on the table. Both chickens left right after, Toy Chica sending the foxes a wink and a thumbs up and Withered Chica wishing them a lovely evening.

Withered Foxy and Mangle took seats next to one another and watched Balloon Boy and JJ bounce around between the many attractions of the play area. Both foxes draped their arms across each other's shoulder. Watching the two childlike animatronics play was almost like watching real children play. For Foxy it was the closest he got nowadays, and so he was enraptured.

Withered Foxy's reverie was broken when Mangle prodded his face with a slice of pizza. The red fox smiled at her and took a large chunk out of it. Mangle smiled back and finished off the slice.

"You know, Foxy, the cheese on these things always gums up my jaw."

"Then I guess I'll just have ta clean it out o' you, eh?"

Mangle smiled and grabbed another slice.



"I've always liked... like, pinups, you know, like, the 1950's, like, artistic pinups where everyone's just, you know." Toy Chica struck a pose.

"Right, right," Mangle said. Toy Bonnie nodded his head.

"Like, really pretty and cute," Toy Chica continued. "Like, "Oh no, a mouse! Here's my ass." You know what I mean, like that."

"I've talked to management about doing pinup calendars but they haven't bitten yet," Toy Bonnie said. The rabbit fiddled with his guitar and strummed a few experimental chords.

"Like, you could do, like, a really good job Teebs, you know? Like, I'd love doing pinups with you guys. I would for sure do, like, a calendar with both of you."

Mangle waved off Toy Chica. "Oh, please, a broken down thing like me could never do something like that."

Toy Chica slammed her hands down on the table. "Don't say that! Like, you're totally sweet and gorgeous, Mangle." The animatronic grinned slyly at the white fox. "Besides, some people are, like, into your look."

"It is rather chic amongst some groups of people," noted Toy Bonnie. "Besides, isn't Foxy fixing you up?"

Mangle was suddenly intensely focused on some art on the far wall. "A lady never gets repaired and tells. Now, how about we move onto a less crude topic?"

Toy Bonnie and Toy Chica laughed and teased Mangle some more but acquiesced. The three animatronics talked about a variety of topics, ranging from the new shipment of prizes the Prize Corner had received -- which the Puppet was thrilled about, even if they tried to hide it -- to the recent birthday parties the pizzeria had hosted. Toy Bonnie was in the middle of an anecdote about how he had nearly gotten the night guard when Mangle was attacked by a foreign sensation.

"Guh...!"

Mangle shoved a hand in front of her mouth.

Neither of the Toys across from the fox noticed her vocalization. Mangle hunched down into the mass of limbs making up her body and tucked her face into the crook of her elbow to hide her blush. She looked inwards, trying to figure out the source of what she was feeling.

Whatever it was, it felt good. Really good. Almost like someone was-

Mangle's train of thought was derailed by another spike of pleasure. She choked back a gasp and raised her head. Toy Chica and Toy Bonnie were still talking to each other and paying her no mind.

The pleasure came back again, and this time it didn't stop. It was subtle, very noticeable but not very powerful, and so even though Mangle's limbs twitched and sighs escaped from her snout every so often she was able to hide it. The animatronic rejoined the conversation, partly to avoid suspicion and partly to get her mind off of it. In the back of her mind, though, she wondered. Who could be responsible for this? Who had the motive? The means? Only one culprit came to her mind.

Withered Foxy.

The fox in question, meanwhile, was having a rollicking good time seated in front of his workstation backstage. He'd finally gotten Mangle's pelvis put together and wirelessly connected -- with a couple of additions, of course. Foxy was taking advantage of one of those additions at this very moment, in fact.

His fingers plunged in and out of the artificial vagina on Mangle disembodied pelvis. Foxy licked his lips. Twenty pounds of fully-featured animatronic vulpine booty, just sitting on the workstation in front of him and begging to be plundered. Both of the fox's fingers curled and twisted, searching for the nodes he'd implanted inside the walls of Mangle's pussy. He rotated his wrist, metal fingertips brushing against small bumps and grooves formed by buttons and wires, until he found a large bundle and pressed against it hard.

At the table, Mangle was interrupted mid-sentence by a gasp and a shocked moan. Toy Chica and Toy Bonnie stared at her quizzically.

"Like, are you okay?" Toy Chica asked worriedly.

Mangle clamped her jaw shut and frantically nodded her head. "O-Oh yes, I'm fine. Wonderful, even." She coughed. "Now, as I was saying. That book club idea of Toy Freddy's is absolutely-"

Mangle fought to get her words out. She squirmed in her chair, trying to escape from an intruder that was across the building from her. Her blush pulsed and her voice hitched every so often as Withered Foxy found a new spot to tease and stimulate. When at last she felt his fingers leave her, she breathed a sigh of relief and resolved to have some very strong words with her lover.

Unfortunately for Mangle, however, Foxy had no intentions of stopping there. The workstation was waist high, a very convenient height for the animatronic as he scooted Mangle's pelvis to the edge of the table. Then he stood up and pulled down the crotch of his tattered pants. His cock, already throbbing and leaking, sprung out. It bounced when it was freed, eventually coming to rest aimed directly at Mangle's pussy.

Withered Foxy wasted no time, guiding his member to Mangle's lips. He rubbed his tip against them, back and forth, up and down, teasing the hole that was leaking even more than he was. He even slapped his shaft against the orbs framing either side of them. Eventually he tired of teasing Mangle, however, and smoothly slid his member in.

Mangle's passage was absolutely perfect. A snug fit, textured in all the right places and in all the right ways. Considering Foxy had made it, though, it came as no surprise. The fox set a slow pace, pulling back until only his tip remained inside and then going all the way in. He paused every time he buried himself fully within Mangle's pussy, savoring the way it wrapped around him and hugged him greedily.

For her part, Mangle was really starting to suffer. Her mind was going foggy and she could barely manage to nod her head at gaps in the conversation, let alone contribute. She burrowed her head into her arms and clenched her mouth shut, desperately holding back the whimpers that fought to escape from her. Every time Toy Chica or Toy Bonnie glanced in her direction she tried her best to smile and pretend nothing was wrong. She was certain that they were suspicious.

Withered Foxy slowly picked up the pace. Mangle's core was beginning to heat up and get even wetter, and the more he pumped his hips the more the walls began to flutter around him. Her lips clung to his shaft and squeezed around it, and Foxy bit back a moan. What did Mangle's face look like, he wondered. He knew she was talking with Toy Bonnie and Toy Chica. Were they suspicious? Was she able to keep it together?

Inspiration struck Foxy. It was his mission now, he decided, to do everything in his power to make Mangle break. The fox hilted himself within Mangle's pussy, grabbed her hips, and sat down in his chair. Once he was seated and Mangle's pelvis was in his lap, Withered Foxy began to bounce it up and down.

The animatronic thrusted his hips up to meet every stroke. He could feel Mangle really quivering around him now, and her juices were leaking out of her, running down Foxy's shaft and sack, and forming a puddle in his chair. He slammed her pelvis into his lap repeatedly, trying to force himself deeper and deeper every time Mangle's ass met his thighs.

Withered Foxy grunted when he felt Mangle tighten up considerably around him. He slid Mangle's rump all the way down into his lap and kept it there, enjoying the way her walls spasmed around him.

"Are you sure you're alright?"

Mangle opened her screwed shut eyes and looked over at Toy Bonnie. "I-I'm sorry dear, what was that? I was," Mangle's breath hitched." I was, mmm, distracted."

"I asked if you were feeling well," Toy Bonnie said. Toy Chica stared at the white fox, clearly concerned.

"Ooh, yes." Mangle started to pant. "Yes. I feel- I feel great." That was an understatement. The waves of Mangle's orgasm were washing over her hard, and it was all she could do to stop herself from howling.

Toy Bonnie and Toy Chica reluctantly started up their conversation again, both keeping an eye on Mangle. The fox weakly grinned back and them. She was screaming in her mind, however. Withered Foxy felt so good inside of her. She was certain that he had tweaked her settings to make it feel better than it should. She twitched and grit her teeth. Her cheeks were glowing red-hot now.

Did the Toys know what was going on? They had to know. Mangle just knew it. She just knew that they knew that she was getting fucked by her Captain. That he was splitting her wide open and having his way with her. Mangle bit her lip. She could already feel another orgasm approaching riding the coattails of the previous one.

Withered Foxy was curled up in his chair, desperately slamming Mangle's pussy on his crotch over and over, spearing her with his member repeatedly. He was getting close now, the base of his cock was swelling.

Foxy's legs were twitching now, and his foot was beating a tempo against the floor. The fox stood up and slammed Mangle's pelvis onto his workstation. Then he sheathed himself inside of her and hammered away. His tail swayed side to side behind him.

The animatronic stared down, mesmerized, at the sight of Mangle's cheeks ripple from the impact every time his hips struck them. Foxy grabbed one of the jiggling orbs with his hand and gave it a hard squeeze, and Mangle's pussy clenched around him in response. With each thrust, her pelvis was forced a few inches across the table. Mangle's clit dug into the table and ground against it roughly every time it slid, and Foxy felt Mangle's passage contract hard and squirt her juices against his sack. A trail of slimy femcum was left on the table.

Mangle could feel herself losing it. The fans in her head were running overtime now. Her eyes rolled back and her tongue lolled out of her mouth while she released a steady, high-pitched whine. Toy Bonnie and Toy Chica had stopped talking entirely and were staring at Mangle, calling her name.

Mangle ignored them. She didn't care if they knew that she was cumming her brains out. In fact, she wanted them to know. She wanted them watch her as she shamefully rode out multiple orgasms. She hoped they would taunt her and tease her while they drank in her shame. Getting watched was getting her off much more than she ever thought it would.

Withered Foxy growled as he pummeled Mangle's disembodied pussy. She was so tight that he couldn't fit his swollen knot inside of her. Instead it was left knocking at her doors, so to speak. The fox gripped Mangle's ass hard and yanked her crotch back at his while throwing his hips forward with all his strength. Unfortunately, this just caused Mangle to tighten up even more and thus he was denied yet again.

Nearly at his wit's end, Foxy repeatedly slammed himself into Mangle's pussy as hard as he could. He'd force his knot in even if it killed him.

Of course, it didn't have to come to that. Foxy howled when his knot finally slipped in with a wet pop. He immediately felt Mangle tense around him harder than she had yet. Her walls contracted hard, over and over, trying to force the cum out of Foxy's balls. Never one to leave a damsel in distress, Foxy obliged. He flooded Mangle's pussy with his thick artificial cum. His cock pulsed and throbbed as the hot load that had been boiling in his balls was finally released.

Mangle's pussy was convulsing wildly now, and Foxy reached underneath the pelvis in front of him to mash his thumb into her clit. Her passage tried to suck him even deeper in response. The fox grit his teeth and jerked his hips.

Mangle's vision became static and she moaned, loud and long. Toy Chica and Toy Bonnie rushed to her side and tried to shake her, tried to get an answer as to what was going on. Mangle couldn't respond, too busy thrashing from side to side while she came harder than she ever had before. The pleasure overwhelmed her sensors, and Mangle collapsed in her chair.

Withered Foxy humped Mangle's rump a few more times, riding out his orgasm. Once he felt as though he were spent at last he braced Mangle's pelvis and yanked himself out. He freed himself with a wet noise and could see Mangle's pussy shiver weakly as she came once more from the sensation. Foxy reached down and grabbed his shaft, pumping his hand up from the base to the tip. All the leftover cum bubbled from his cockhead, and Foxy wiped himself clean on Mangle's ass. Then he stepped back to admire his handiwork. His cum was leaking from Mangle's gaped hole and pooling on the table, her walls twitching as weak orgasms splashed over her.

After a long time spent shuddering and moaning, Mangle finally managed to recuperate. The two animatronics flanking her shook her arms and tried to get her to talk, but Mangle waved them off. Her voice was hoarse and rough and full of clicks and pops when she told them not to worry. "It was probably something Foxy caused," she'd said, and both animatronics conceded that that was likely the case.

"Like, make sure you see him, then. What if there's, like, something wrong?"

"Oh, don't worry," Mangle muttered darkly. "I'm going to head straight for him."

Mangle limped and wobbled while she walked out of the room and down the hall. Every few steps the white fox paused to shudder. She could feel a hot liquid sloshing around deep inside of her, and the phantom sensation was driving her wild. Soon after she could feel something warm and damp and rough wiping against her lips, staggering her every time it brushed her abused clit. Then she felt her lips get spread, and a finger reach inside of her pussy. It curled and spun and dug into her walls while it scooped out as much cum as it could, and Mangle crumpled to the floor.

Once the cleaning was over and she had taken time to recuperate, Mangle started walking again. After reaching Parts & Service, it was a short walk to Withered Foxy's private section. When she got there she saw the animatronic sitting back in his chair, satisfied expression painted across his face. The incriminating evidence, her pelvis, sat proudly on the workstation with an old rag balled up next to it.

Needless to say, Mangle gave Foxy a piece of her mind.



"Err, Mangle. Are ye ready for our date? 'Tis that time o' night, after all."

Mangle continued pouting and turned her head away. She even crossed her arms for good measure. Withered Foxy sighed and rubbed the back of his head. Three days since he'd gotten his rocks off, and Mangle hadn't spoken a word to him since the dressing down she gave him. Foxy was beginning to get desperate. It was all he could do to even get her to allow him to continue fixing her up.

Mangle peeked out of the corner of her eye at Foxy. The red fox's shoulders were slumped and he was staring intensely at the ground. In truth, she wasn't even all that upset with him anymore. If she was she wouldn't still be hanging out with him, after all. Of course, she couldn't just let him off too easy. Best to let him suffer for a day or two more, just to make sure he didn't get any funny ideas again.

Withered Foxy steeled himself. If Mangle was going to keep being like this, then he'd just have to give her a date so wonderful that she'd be forced to forgive him. He'd been saving one in particular for their anniversary, but if it meant getting him out of the dog house -- or fox house, in this case -- then now was a good time.

The pirate grabbed Mangle's hand and started dragging her away, ignoring the squeak of surprise the white fox made. Both animatronics ran deeper into Parts & Service, past dusty shelves and and molding cardboard boxes. It was evident that nobody had been to this corner of the room in a long time.

When they finally stopped, Withered Foxy let go of Mangle's hand and stood in front of a ladder, chin up, his chest puffed out, and his hands on his hips. He peeked at Mangle every few seconds, waiting for her reaction. When none was forthcoming, the animatronic deflated.

"Are ye not impressed?" Foxy asked.

Mangle harrumphed. "I might be if I knew what I was looking at."

Foxy stepped to one side and gestured dramatically towards the ladder, like a magician unveiling a trick. "This, me dear sweetheart, is a ladder."

Mangle rolled her eyes. "I can see that, Captain," she said, stressing the title.

Foxy wagged his finger. "Ah, lass. But this ladder is special. Y'see, it be," Foxy made a swooping gesture towards the ceiling. "A ladder to tha roof!"

The two made haste up the ladder, Mangle so excited she forgot to pretend to be mad. She didn't even care that Foxy motioned for her to go before him with a "Ladies first" so that he could stare at her ass.

When Mangle and Withered Foxy made it up to the roof, they stopped and stared. It wasn't much to look at; all the equipment was covered in rust and bird poop, the brickwork was crumbling, and the whole place was covered in trash that had blown up there from the streets. However, to Mangle it was all new and exciting and beautiful.

Both foxes wandered to the edge of the roof and stared out into the town. Streetlights lit the roads that converged on Freddy's, and in the distance a convenience store's lights shone weakly. Mangle looked up. The stars twinkled in the night sky, and as she gazed up into it Foxy could hear her processors struggling to take it all in.

"F-Foxy, I..." A cool breeze stole Mangle's voice from her. Withered Foxy stared back at her with soft eyes. For a while, the chirping of insects and the distant rumble of traffic was the only sound. After a time Mangle finally seemed to reboot herself. "Foxy..." she said. Words failed her yet again, and Mangle chose to rush over to her Captain to embrace him with a massive hug.

Foxy rubbed Mangle's back. He could hear a muffled string of "Thank you"s and babbling about how much she loved it against the crook of his neck. He smiled and waited for Mangle to calm down. When the white fox finally did he pulled away from her and gave her a quick smooch. He paused to affectionately rub their snouts together, then strode over to a generator and ducked down behind it, coming back up gripping two cans of oil.

"I hid 'em up here fer just such an occasion," he said with a wink at mangle's questioning look.

Mangle sniffed, feeling overwhelmed again. Withered Foxy shushed her, and the two walked over to a vent near the edge of the roof top. They sat on it, idly kicking their legs while they drank in the sights and sounds. Foxy wrapped an arm around Mangle, who snuggled into his side. She rested her head on his shoulder, and the pirate in turn rested his head on hers.

Foxy cleared his throat awkwardly. "Sorry 'bout tha other day, Mangle."

Mangle hummed. "S'alright, Captain. I forgive you." She snuggled up against Foxy even more, until she could feel the hum of his motors. "'sides, I kinda liked it,' she muttered.

Withered Foxy's ears shot up at that, but he remained silent. After a while they went back down and he took a sip from his can.

"I love you, Captain."

"I love you too, darlin'."

Nothing else was said until dawn's rays peeked out over the horizon.