Fredrica's ch3 pt5

You head back into the costuming department. Bonnie lights up when she sees you, almost sewing her hand into the piece of fabric she was hemming. You look over and the fans are sitting splayed out on another work table. You had to admit, the craftsmanship on them really was amazing, and in such little time. You turn to look at her and she’s beaming.

“Do you like them? I decided to add more gems along the supports and put in a few pink feathers to match the pink on Mama’s outfit.” Her eyes are large and filled with anticipation at your answer.

“How… How did you get all this done so fast..? Or… How long was I gone?” You think for a moment, trying to gauge the time that went by. She giggles a little.

“I just work really fast when I like something a lot.” She cocks her head, “Did you talk to Chica?”

You freeze up. Technically, if you leave out details, that’s not lying, but then again… Oh god, you can’t lie to that face… You can feel your palms sweat a little. “W-well yes, I did talk to her and she only had nice things to say about your work because she thinks you’re a lot better than her at arts and crafts and uh… Well she also…Talked about… Needs...”

The bunny’s cheeks go red, and she puts her paws on her face, “Oh gosh… Mike… Did you?”

“Well no, I mean not really, I mean, she just kinda… Grabbed me a little and then Foxy showed up..”

She gasps, “F-foxy joined in too???”

“NN-no! no! She stopped Chica because Mama was looking for her. I mean you can ask her nothing happened really.” You’re sweating hard and blushing as much as she is. God, why were you getting so worked up over this?

“Ohhh…” She lowers her paws from her face, “Wow Mike…” She smiles a little, “You… You’re actually the first one in this job to resist Chica for so long!”

You’re stunned a little, but not surprised. “Really…?” you ask. She nods. You know if Foxy, or more accurately, Mama, hadn’t interrupted, you wouldn’t be able to have that accolade, but you’ll gladly hold it for as long as you could. You suddenly remember what Chica had said about her and Bonnie, and your face flushes a little more. Well, since you’re on the topic with her. “If… If it’s not too bold to ask, Uh… Chica said that sometimes you and her…?”

The robot’s cheeks are redder than ever, but she nods in agreement very slightly. You try your best to control the sudden jolt in your pelvic area. After getting let down with Chica, your libido was not about to forgive you. You watch her, and as she sits, you can see she’s wiggling her thighs in a very particular way into her seat. You’re dense, but not stupid, and know very well what she’s doing.

“Aa-ah but w-we can talk more about that later I have a lot of work to work on!” She says suddenly, her voice coming out awkwardly. She straightens up her posture and tries to get her mind onto another track. “I h-have some patterns to cut out. would you like to help me with them?”

You push back against the feelings in your trousers and agree. At least there was nothing sensual about cutting fabric. Even then, just spending more time with her would be enjoyable.