Fredrica's ch5 pt2

You could barely keep your feet on the ground when you stepped out of your car that evening. You straightened out your uniform, fussing with it a little too much. You were finally going to meet Daddy, and you really did want to give him your best first impressions. But fumbling over your outfit was sort of pointless, since you would be switching into your dance attire as soon as you got inside and could duck into your office to change anyways. Carla was polite enough to not watch you, and, ever since you started working here, changing clothes with other people around seemed to bother you less.

You knock on the door and you’re greeted by a rather cheery looking Gary. On his head is perched a ridiculous little paper party hat. “Hey kid! There’s some pizza and drinks out if ya want a lil something before ya gotta get in yer tights and be subjected to Chica’s bootcamp. We’re celebratin!” You shuffle inside and the little man closes the door. He speeds ahead of you, light on his feet, but also a little wobbly. From the smell on his breath, you could tell he had been celebrating quite bit already. “MIKE’S HERE!” He announces loudly. You here a couple cheers from the girls.

Gary parks himself by the bar, which is spread with snacks and pizza and some punch. You take a slice of pepperoni. You hadn’t eaten all day, so it was a welcome surprise. As you enjoy your meal, you take a seat by the other human. “Is this party all for Bonnie?” You ask him. It was going to be her first time on stage, so a party would be logical, but could the robots even eat all this food? Well, you’d seen one eat sugar like a fiendish addict, so, probably?

He replies, “Yeah, as well as somethin else. Daddy’s side company got the big distribution deal he’d been tryin to get since before this place even opened.”

You give him a curious look. “Distributing what?”

“Imports from Europe. A nationwide grocery chain picked him up for some of his stuff. It means big money,” He nudges you, “Well, ha, more than the guy’s already loaded with. As his best friend, I’m real happy for ‘im,” He takes a swig from the glass of punch nearest to him that isn’t empty. “Mama’s even happier. Well, also it’s Friday so that’s a given.”

“Why’s that?”

Gary snickers and whispers to you, “It’s the only time Mama and Daddy get to spend some personal ‘alone time’ together. We don’t just call them those names for nothin.” He laughs a little to himself. “Ya know, I’ve known him since we were in high school, and no matter what, he could never get himself a date. He couldn’t get a girl he really loved until he made one himself.” You laugh a little too, more to be polite than from humor.

You suddenly hear a voice coming towards you, saying your name. “Mike! Mike!” And then her arms are around you as she hugs your back. You feel the bunny nuzzle your shoulder lovingly. “Mike, I did it, I finished my costume for tonight! D-do you wanna see it…?” You turn and face her. She’s dressed in one of her usual dresses, and you know that isn’t the outfit she’s been working on. You nod and finish the last bite of your pizza as you hop off the stool. She quickly takes your hand and pulls you along to the costuming department. Her hand is so soft, and despite being a robot, probably much stronger than yourself, her grip is so delicate and gentle. She’s too much for you. You really don’t deserve her.

She swings the door open, then closes it behind you once you’re inside. The place is littered with little scraps of fabric and pieces of thread. Probably some pins too. She faces you, looking like she’s going to burst from excitement. “Okay, turn around and cover your eyes! I have to get in it~” You do as she tells you. It takes her a few minutes to change, and you hear the sounds of zippers and fabric shuffling as she changes. This probably isn’t the best time to get lost in your imagination. After a couple minutes, she speaks up. “O-okay you can turn around!”

The bunny is draped in a velvet cloak. It was that same fabric she’d shown you when you first came into the department. The hooded garment is long and drags on the floor. Before you can say anything, with a swoosh of her arms, she lets it fall to the ground. Underneath is sort of witch-like dress, with a bustier and long billowy sleeves. She looks at you expectantly.

“It looks amazing.” You say very sincerely. It really is stunning, and in so little time.

“That’s not all~” she says. There’s a playful, lusty edge to her voice, making a tingle run up your body. She starts to unlace the bodice, slowly, with quick little tugs. Oh wow, you’re going to see more of the costume than you were expecting. Once that’s off, she grabs the front of her dress and starts to hike it up, in rhythm to the music in her head, offering peeks of her wide thighs and stockinged legs. She drops the fabric, then rips the whole thing off, thanks to it being a break-away garment. Underneath is a corset and miniskirt. You… You might need to sit down for this. You fumble for a chair and sit. She continues dancing a little and then turns her back to you. She takes a hold of the small skirt and bends over, inching it down her thick hips and revealing the rather revealing g-string underneath, she wiggles her little tail as she steps out of the skirt and gets to work unstrapping the corset, with her back still to you, she lets it fall to the floor, then puts her arms over her chest before turning to face you again. She dances and keeps her arms up in a teasing manner. You can hear her humming the song to herself, and when it reaches the finale, the robot pulls her arms away, revealing two black X-shaped pastes censoring her. She strikes a pose, just like Chica taught her.

You clap a bit too enthusiastically and lean forward, trying to hide what your body was up to down below. She breaks her pose and puts her hands to her mouth, “A-ah! You really like it??” She comes over to you. “I… I was really nervous, but since you like it… I f-feel a lot better…” The animatronic puts a hand on your shoulder.

“They’re gonna love you Bonnie, I know I do,” You say to her. It’s only after the instant it comes out of your mouth that you realize what exactly you said. You feel your face heat up. She caught it though, you could tell from her own blush.

“M-mike… I… I… “ She fidgets, “I… Love you too,” She sits down on your lap, straddling you, still clad in the least amount of clothing to be considered clothing. She doesn’t seem surprised or upset when you place your hands on her hips and initiate the first kiss. The bunny just closes her large eyes and melts into it. Another kiss leads into another, and another. A week’s worth of building lust was finally starting to reach boiling point. The question was, how far was it going to go?