Saucy Night's at Frieda's: Service Night PT1 Frieda's bath

Michael walked over to the side table, Carrying large case of tools with him. He placed them down & opened the case. He pulled out a buffer, A scrubbing-brush, A weird-looking tooth-brush, Two bottles of industrial strength polish, A bottle of special fuel mixture, A shining cloth, & A small sewing kit. On the side of the table was a small pale of soapy water, just freshly prepared by Frieda herself. Michael picked the pale up & put the scrubber inside of it. Taking it into his hand, he walked toward Frieda. She leaned herself against the table, Waiting for him.


"Okay Ms. Frieda, Step forward." Mike said. The she-bear leaned her plump rear off the table, Walking towards him slowly.

"Present~" said Frieda, placing her hands at her sides. Mike took a quick glance at the clipboard.

"Okay uh, Now disrobe" Michael said, exhaling softly. He couldn't believe he was asking an animatronic to undress itself.


Frieda began to slowly undo her cocktail dress. The sound of a zipper being pulled down could be heard as she brought down the chest part of the dress. Exposing her bare, well, bear breasts for all to be seen. Upon closer inspection, Mike soon realized that Frieda was much more voluptuous in appearance. Her breasts, while covered in plushy soft fur, were quite perky up close than he realized yesterday. At the end were two shining LED nipples. This made Mike raise an eyebrow.


"Well now." Mike started, placing a hand on his chin, "That is interesting." Frieda let out a coy giggle.

"Don't worry, they're waterproof." She said reassuringly, swaying her chest side-to-side.  "They're also more real than they seem dear~" Frieda spoke more erotically, the LED's slowly shining brighter. Michael's eyes widened as the tit lights shined luminously. Shaking his head quickly. Mike went back to business as usual.

"Right then, so." Mike began, reading the instructions to see how to get the animatronics to fully display their figures. He found the keyword. "Okay Frieda, it's 'Showtime'." Michael said. Frieda's eyes lit up as the keyword for servicing got uttered. She took off her entire dress, revealing a shapely hourglass figure.

Running her hands down her frame, Frieda turned to display her entire body. Her hip's and bust were of equal size, with a narrow waist. Turning to her back, Mike saw how cute of a lovely rear Frieda truly had. Michael flustered slightly, as Frieda flaunted her curves.


"What do you think, honeycomb~?" Asked Frieda, Her voice oozing with pleasure, "You like what you see~?". She shook her breasts gently in front of him. He wiped a hand down his face gently, trying to withstand complete arousal at the sight of a naked, animatronic, she-bear goddess.

"Professionally speaking, yes." Admitted Michael, As he made a small check on the procedure sheet.

"And personally?" asked the she-bear, making a rather sultry pose. Michael really didn't want to answer it, as the girls were staring at him with teasing eyes.


"Oh go on mistah~" said Chica, Leaning near the door. There was a table next to her with an old-looking radio. "We're all friends here, Its OK. Be honest." Chica said as she started fiddling with the dial. Michael looked down for a second. He then looked up & saw Frieda's cleavage was closer to him.

"Weeeellll~?" Frieda teasingly asked. The radio emitted some slight static. He gulped once, Trying to hide the intensified blushing.

"Y-you look...very stunning." Michael finally let out. Just then, Chica finally sound a good station.


There was a Jazzy Interlude being played by Billy Munn. The sound quality was surprisingly crisp and clean. For a split second, Frieda's eyes were pixellated hearts.


"Why thank you, sweetie~." Frieda said, caressing his chin lovingly. Shaking his head again, Michael went back to work.

"Okay, there is a report that a cavity search is needed." he said plainly, looking over the clipboard to Frieda, whom was nodding her head excitedly. 'Lord knows where I'm gonna have to look' Michael thought to himself contemplatively.

"Oh no worries, I do believe there is only one place you need to inspect." said Frieda. She leaned her chest in closer to Michael. Once again the professional watchman raised a quizzical brow.


"Really now?" asked Michael, "This seems a bit, lewd.". The animatronic she-bear stretched her arms all the way to the back of her head. Frieda looked at him through one eye.


"It's been feeling a bit, stuffy in there" she stated, humming to herself gently as she stretched her arms up, "I assure you, its only the 'girls' that need a good looking'." Frieda said. Michael cracked his knuckles gently as Frieda pushed her chest up a little more towards him. They were practically staring at him. The most notable feature of her chest, was that she had some fluff between her breasts. Closing his eyes to breath for a second, He flexed his hand and slowly stuck it in between 'Madame Freddy's' cleavage. Michael heard Frieda gasp in surprise, Then giggle slightly.


"mm-hmm, Oh my~!" Frieda spoke in a deep tone, "I never knew you had such strong, Firm hands Mr. Schmidt" she said, casting him a very naughty look. Michael once again sighed gently.

"Thank you ma'am" he replied. Michael reached in deep & felt around a bit, making Frieda giggle. Her chest fluff was however, very soft. A very pleasant yet unusual experience for the man.


The other girls looked on with eagerness & excitement. Bonnie's hips rocked gently as she watched Michael reach around between Frieda's breasts. Chica turned to see Bonnie's face. Her cheeks were glowing red, & her face was filled with eagerness. Yet her eyes held a shot glass worth of jealousy. Ever since she had her first hug from him, she's been ever so anxious for more physical contact with the tall drink of water that was Mike.


"Now dun worry too hard Bon Bon" chirped Chica, "your turn will come up soon enough~". Bonnie looked at her with pleading eyes,

 "Oh gosh Chica." Whined Bonnie gently, whispering to her fine feathered robot-friend, "I want to feel his hands on me again, But I'm afraid I won't be able compose myself...Nnng~" said Bonnie as she brought her hands close to her chest. Her face was bright red as the LED's beneath her cheeks were flaring up. Chica looked down to see a small line of lubrication run down her left leg.


"You should take a look at Mama Bear & see how it's done." chirped Chica. The girls took a look at Frieda, and the despite the subtle teasing smile, Bonnie could see in Frieda's eyes that she was having the time of her life at that very moment. Meanwhile, Foxy leaned against the door with her arms crossed, casually observing Michael plunder Frieda's treasure chest. She took off her pirate hat & started fanning herself. A case of the vapors slowly crept up on the saucy pirate.


"Yar har feel the titty~" Foxy sung softly while running her hook down her chest.


"Got something." stated Michael as he began to pull his hand out from between Frieda's fun bags. She felt his hand slowly pull out, Igniting her sensors into a state of bliss. Frieda bit her bottom lip as Michael pulled out an object. Dangling it in the air for all to see, Michael had pulled out a very old school, Collectible 'Freddy Faz Bear" key chain.

"Well now!" exclaimed Frieda whose face was blushed, "I haven't seen one of those in years!". Mike took a closer glimpse of it, shining it in the light that cast a holographic reflection.

"Your tellin' me" said Mikey, placing the trinket down on the table, "Definitely looks dated".


"I still feel something in there~" Frieda said innocently, giving Mike a pleading look. Rolling his eyes, Michael reached back in and felt around. This time eliciting a small moan from Frieda. Mike froze & the three observing animatronics looked with sudden surprise. Frieda slowly opened her eyes to see their reactions.

"Oh my~!" she exclaimed sounding slightly embarrassed. "I d-do apologize for that." Frieda said in a shy tone. Michael simply shook his head again, blushing yet again.

"Please try not to do that." Mike said, his tone slightly wavered.

"I'm sorry. It's just..." Frieda started, voice brimming with desire. Her body slightly shook & squirm as she felt his hand move around, "no one's ever touched me the way you do~."

 "Oh you just keep laying on the charm, boss." Michael said sarcastically.

 "Oh I will baby~" Frieda said, her voice oozing with lust. Mike then started looking to the side, in order to try and avoid eye contact with her. But then he was met with the hungry stares of Foxy, Chica, and an increasingly excited Bonnie. The purple bunny's eyes became half lidded, slowly licking her lips in an appetizing way. It was when he saw her move her hand down her body that he immediately looked back the other side.


'I don't paid enough for these shenanigans.' he thought too himself.


The jazzy tune continued to fill the room & complete the overall mood. Michael suddenly felt something else in her cleavage.

"What the hell?" he said, slowly pulling his hand out.

"Ahh~!" she exclaimed, "what did you find?" Frieda said, feeling a rather lengthily sized object being pulled from her chest. It felt warm, and was wrapped. Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be a bag of freshly made Parmesan cheese bread sticks. complete with a small container of country-style marinara sauce. Chica gasped loudly in complete surprise.

"So that's where my batch of bread sticks went!" said Chica. Bonnie & Foxy shared a good laugh at the situation.

"Sorry Chickadee, i wanted a snack earlier & I must have forgotten where i put them. teehee~!" replied Frieda innocently.

"Suuurrrre you forgot." replied a skeptical Mike. Frieda quickly turned to him with an eyebrow raised in a coy manner.


"Hey uh, since I sort of forgot to pack lunch." Michael started, clearing his throat. "And these are still warm, would it be okay to have these?" He asked politely. Frieda smirked as she turned her gaze over to Chica. Chica looked at them with a teasing grin.

"Of course you can darlin~" said Chica, kicking her legs on the end of the table. "Anything for you."


"Thanks a bunch." said Michael, finally managing to smile a bit. He set the bread sticks right next to the key-chain. "Well, anything else?" Michael said in a professional tone.

"Hmmm, maybe" replied Frieda. And once more, Michael stuck his hand back in, soliciting yet another lustful giggle from Frieda.
This time Michael felt something more thin, and paper-like in quality.


"What the?" Mike uttered before he started pulling his hand out. What followed was a line of prize tickets. Frieda could not help but squirm more as the ticket removal became ticklish to her.

"Ahahaha! Oh Mikey stop~! It tickles!" Frieda exclaimed, her chest jiggling slightly from the sensation. Bonnie whined slightly, watching Frieda's body take in all the joy that Michael was creating. More & more she grew thirsty for his joy. Bonnie turned to see Chica suppressing some laughter. Foxy soon joined in as she brought her hooked hand over Bonnie's shoulders, laughing heartily at the display.

"I tell ya she definitely planned for this search~" Foxy whispered to Bonnie, whose ears perked up. "But I didn't think she'd put on a show for us.". The girls looked on as a small pile of tickets began to form at Michael's feet. The man had a look of absolute bewilderment as he continued to pull out an endless stream of prize tickets from Frieda's chest. Even the she-bear took a moment to stop giggling and be surprised by it all. After several more pulls, Mike finally pulled out all the tickets. The huge mound was held in his hands, while the performers stared in awe. There must of been about three hundred to a thousand tickets there.


"Well look at the big winner we have here girls~!" said boss lady Frieda, who took the moment to let out a soft giggle. Michael suddenly heard the applause of Bonnie, Chica & Foxy. The radio also emitted some audience clapping.


'And that was Billy Munn with his jazzy little tune. Hello world, we are broadcasting live. 24/7 classics for only the most befitting & classy of individual tastes' said the announcer on the radio.



"You know~" said Frieda in a lecherous tone, walking closer to Mike. "With all those tickets...you may have enough to take one of us home with you~"  said Frieda as she turned her back to him & leaned against him, rubbing his bulge with her rear gently. This caused yet another low whine from Bonnie, which made Frieda look back at the purple rabbit with a grin.


Michael shook his head and put the large bundle of tickets on the table. "Okay, is that it?" he asked, maintaining his businessman like voice.

"Much better sweetheart~." Frieda said, stretching her arms up some, sighing in relief. In a sudden reflex, Frieda took Michael's hands & pressed them firmly on her breasts. Michael's face lit up more than the main show stage. She cooed gently, moving his hands around. Michael felt Frieda's realistically firm yet soft breasts. He nervously laughed as he struggled to free himself.


"Don't be afraid to be thorough now." said Frieda in a lustful way, "honeycomb~". Her eyes were lit up with bright, heart shaped iris'.


"Oh my stars~!" Chica exclaimed as she took the moment to fan herself with her feathered hands, "Why I do declare, that I'm comin down with a case of the vapors~!" she said in a sensually thickened accent.


"No fair~!!" Bonnie squeaked out, "We want our fun time too~!!" she whined, her frame shaking with anxious anticipation. The girls & Mikey looked at her with sudden surprise. The purple bunny's ears twitched up once before lowering themselves down in embarrassment. "O-Oh no, i-i-i-i'm s-s-so s-sorry." stammered a blushing Bonnie, covering its face shyly.  "I-I didn't mean to yell-"


"It's OK babydoll" Frieda said lovingly, looking over to her with heart filled eyes "I promise this won't much longer~" she said, giving Bonnie a reassuring wink. Bonnie uncovered her eyes, slowly feeling better.


"Y-Y-Yeah she's right" Michael stuttered out, fingers twitching as she set his hands free. "I have much to do still, & you still need to be scrubbed down." he said, reaching for the clipboard to check off the body search. Little did he realized the way he phrased the scrub down flared up Frieda's sensual programming. The animatronic she-bear licked her lips hungrily, slowly running a hand down her body.


"You are absolutely right Mr. Schmidt~" said Frieda, her head-lights shining brightly. Michael reached down & pulled out the rag, wringing it some. He went to start cleaning her face before she brought a hand up to stop him.


"Uh-uh~" uttered Frieda as she wagged her finger side-to-side. Michael looked suddenly perplexed & slightly annoyed.


"What do you mean?" He asked sounding slightly impatient. "You prepared the bucket & rag to your specifications!" he exclaimed, holding the soapy water filled bucket. It had a lovely scent of jasmine & lavender.


"I know that deary." said Frieda, crossing her soft arms. "But there is also one more important thing you didn't realize~" she said, before swiftly clapping her hands once. Almost instantly, Foxy sprang into action. She walked towards the back of the room, casting Michael a glance & a wink. He gulped as he started pondering what was going to happen now. The sound of a large object being dragged could be heard. It made Mike jump a bit, making Bonnie giggle.

"You should really relax Mikey~!" said Bonnie, sounding more composed then earlier.

'And heres another little diddy, requested by a well known hostess for the most classiest pizza lounge in the country. In honor of Frieda Faz Bear, and for those who love to feel clean~ here's Ben Bernie & his Orchestra in, Singin in the bathtub!' said the radio jockey. The sound of orchestra band music began to play.

Michael turned to see Foxy dragging in a slipper style bathtub, freshly prepared with bubbles. He placed a hand over his mouth in sheer speechlessness, as the pirate fox placed the tub right next time.

"Your bath is ready m'lady" said Foxy, winking at Michael before walking back to the other ladies.

"Thank you, dear~" Frieda complimented Foxy. Michael finally regained his senses, staring at the bathtub & then at her. A look of flustered surprise painted his face.

"Y-You...y-y...you've gotta be yankin my chain boss." He managed to speak. Frieda smiled, giggling somewhat as she stood near the tub.

"As much as me & the girls wanna yank you, period. I'm afraid I don't kid around when it comes to basic hygiene~" stated Frieda as she started placing one lovely, plushy foot inside the tub. She gasped lightly, Slowly letting her leg into the water.

"D-Don't you know what-Ahhh~!" She uttered out, letting the hot water soak her legs. Slowly she let her whole lower body become submerged by the bubbly bathwater, "what day it is~?" Frieda said.

"It's Saturday dear." she said in a deep seductive voice, laying back on the tub, bubbles covering her voluptuous bear breasts tastefully.

"It's bath night." she uttered lovingly. Reaching over to the side, she grabbed the scrubbing brush off the table. Holding it in her hand, she lifted a finger towards Michael, As if beckoning him.

"Oh Mike~" Frieda said lovingly. The man's face was more blushed than it could ever be. He took a quick look back at the three lady's, whom were ready for a lovely show.
Foxy waved her hook towards him, As if signaling him to commence scrubbing.

"Go on boy." Foxy said, her voice spiced with eagerness.

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Michael swallowed hard & adjusted his collar, then adjusted his suspenders before rolling up his sleeves. "Good golly." he said to himself, walking towards the side of the tub with clipboard in hand, "What did i get myself into?".


Kneeling next to Frieda, Michael took a look at the procedure for her scrubbing. It appeared she needed her Cheeks, stomach, chest & rear properly. His face flared up once more, looking at her shyly.


"Did you really have to go nuts with the honey?" Michael asked quizzically. He prepped the rag as Frieda turned to him, resting her head on her arms.

"Sorry, but i reeeAAALLLyyy love honey." Frieda said, running a wet hand across his cheek gently, "honey~".

Michael inhaled slowly, trying very hard to concentrate with the task at hand. Gently holding her chin with his hand, Michael began to rub her cheeks soothingly with the scented rag. All Frieda could do was hum gently, taking in the wonderful fragrance. Feeling Mike's hand diligently wash her cheeks clean of sticky honey, her cheeks flared up brightly while sighing.

"Mmmmm~ this feels really nice, honeycomb~" Frieda spoke softly as he continued washing her lovely cheeks, before wringing out the rag. Dipping it in her bathwater, Michael rinsed her cheeks. She gives a pleased little hum, indicating her enjoyment. "Ahhh~" uttered Frieda, making one of her eyes half lidded. "You should hop in & join me." she offered, smirking gently.

"Thanks, b-but i usually bathe at home, when i-I'm off work" replied Mike, still concentrating hard on the task. But even Frieda could sense the wavering in his voice. It was such a delightful fun for her.

"You know, maybe someday i could come over &-" she leaned in close & whispered, "give you a good scrubbing~". Michael started feeling blood rush down south. He swallowed hard again.

"T-T-That's alright." said Mikey, placing the rag back in the bucket. Wringing it out once more, Frieda leaned up more to show her perky 'headlights'. the 'lights' themselves being covered elegantly by bubbles. With rag held firmly in hand, Michael gently scrubbed chest & cleavage. The animatronic lifted its head up and out a deep moan of relaxation.

"Oohhh Michael~" uttered Frieda, holding onto her top hat as she laid her head back, eyes closed. "This is truly the most invigorating experience I've ever had.". Frieda sighed lovingly, Her voice being both pleasantly soothing, and intensely sensual. She felt Michael move the washcloth over her breasts, Her sensors picked up the feeling of the delicate fabric moving around her fur. Her breathing slightly quickened. Mike rinsed the rag once more & brought it back to clean the soap off her chest. Frieda couldn't help but purr for Michael, whom was already struggling to retain his arousal.

"mm-mm that's rights sugah~" Chica cheered, running one of her feathered hands down her corset, "Get her nice & clean."

"Don't forget to scrub!" beckoned Bonnie. Frieda smiled at Bonnie, who winked at her.

"Thanks for the reminder dear~!" said Frieda who gave Michael the scrubbing brush. "Now don't be afraid to apply a little 'elbow grease'." Frieda said. She turned herself around, exposing her back. Leaning up & resting her arms on the slipper shaped tub, Frieda began to sing the lyrics to "singin in the bathtub". With a crack of his knuckles, Michael got up & began to scrub Frieda's back.

"Sittin in the baaAAAth tub~" she sang whilst feeling the bristles of the brush move around her back, "Sittin aaAhhll aloone~". Michael listened to Frieda sing wonderfully, All the while trying to maintain herself as he diligently washed her back. The more he scrubbed, the more little pink bubbles were being produced. They wafted gently through the air, almost dancing to the tune. Bonnie was having some fun catching & popping the bubbles, giggling happily in the process.

"A little lower please." Frieda said in a saucy voice. Mike lowered the brush to the middle arch of her back. Frieda arched herself more, purring again as the brush bristles ran themselves across her faux fur skin.

"Mmmmm, A little more lower" Frieda ordered. As Mikey went lower, he noticed two rather plump mounds arise from the water. They shined majestically in the light, almost like two islands were rising from the sea. But it only took him a minute to realize that those were Frieda's supple rear cheeks. Michael nervously grunted slightly.

"Am I scrubbing anywhere in particular?" he asked, the tone in his voice becoming more apparent. Frieda turned to look at Mike through half lidded eyes. She rose her butt up more through the water teasingly.

"Only where ever you have to wash me~" Frieda said, teasing him by wiggling her soapy, bubble covered butt. Again the poor night guard felt his pants tighten uncomfortably.

"Awe geez." he said before side stepping near he end of the tub. With brush held firmly in hand, Michael started vigorously started brushing her rear with the scrubber. Frieda brought her head up & howled passionately, her eyes glowing brightly with hearts.

"A-A-AHHH~!!! OH M-M-MICHAEL~!!" cried Frieda, her voice box stuttering from the sudden sensory overload. Michael chose to ignore her & instead focus at the feverish task at hand, By scrubbing the sticky honey residue off of her lovely rear. With both hands on the brush, he scrubbed Frieda's cheeks one at the time. Frieda arched & moaned, gripping the sides of the tub.

"O-O-Hhh my g-goodness, M-Michael~!!" Frieda continued on. She started to rock her hips gently side to side, almost keeping in rhythm with Michael's brush strokes.

"Your such aa-ahhh~!" She cried out, Her voice fading between mechanical distorted moans. "Your s-such Aaahhh diligent cleaner!!!" Friea moaned out passionately. Michael simply continued to brush & scrub Madame Frieda's rear end. the sooner It was done, The better.

'Just get clean. Just get clean.' Michael thought to himself, repeating a mantra to stay focused & composed. The she-bear was squirming & wiggling, her entire body succumbing to the pleasures of proper hygiene.

'Just get clean. JUST. GET. CLEAN.'

"Michael, scrub me more, pleeeEEEAAAaase~!!!" Frieda cried out, "I w-w-waa...I-I-I want y-you to make me...cleEEEEEAAaaannn~!" she passionately shrieked.

"If that's what you want." Michael started cracking his neck side to side, "Then turn over." He said while reaching for the rag. Frieda, despite being his superior & boss, obediently started turning over to her front. Her upper body was exposed to him, bear breasts & stomach staring directly at him. Her LED nips were shining & flickering, indicating maximum arousal.

"Oh Michael, i...i've been such a dirty girl~" Frieda panted, raising her body up more to him. "Please, please clean this dirty girl~!!!" Frieda begged, the lust in her tone was immeasurable. Michael nodded slowly, shocked at the thought that an animatronic she-bear was having a very arousing experience through basic hygiene practices. He took the rag and tied it to the scrubber, to the point where the bristles were sticking out slightly.

"If that's what you wish for boss" Michael started, standing over her with brush in hand, "Then lets scrub you down." said Michael. Frieda stared at him, hearts shining in her half lidded eyes. A combination of lust & desire was painted on her lovely face as she was breathing heavily from excitement. As he began to vigorously scrub Frieda's belly clean, she slowly lifted her legs, body shivering from the blissful brush strokes. Michael could not understand why a robot was acting like this. Frieda's hands covered her face, and her eyes were completely shut. The warm glow of the red LED's under her cheeks were brighter than ever. The more he scrubbed her clean, the more her cries became louder. His own name began to spill from her lips more & more. The furious scrubbing causing a maelstrom of pink bubbles to float around the room wildly.

"Oh Michael~! Oh! Ahh!! M-M-MMichael!!" Frieda's voice came out labored, her bliss seemingly becoming painfully intense. Through one eye open, Frieda looked at him wash her body. Trembling, she started gripping the sides of the tub even harder, small hairline cracks could be seen.

Meanwhile the girls were watching as Frieda was building up perpetual bliss. Chica had to undo her corset slightly due to an unexpected rise in her heat index. Bonnie did everything she could to not leak lubricant, And Foxy had her tongue out slightly.

"I never seen anyone make so much waves before~" commented Foxy, slowly undoing her pirate gown to 'cool' off.

 A scream of pure bliss escaped Frieda's lips as her voice grew more mechanically distorted, her body being overcome by the pleasurable hygiene exercise. Frieda's reflection could be seen within the majestically floating bubbles. Michael brought the brush up from her stomach to chest, scrubbing along the way. This caused Frieda to cry out a longer moan.


"Ahhh~!!! Oh Michael!" Frieda cried out passionately, "I'm almost there!". Michael began scrubbing between her chest to clean off the remaining residue.

"Almost there done." He grunted, The intense scrubbing beginning to tire him out slightly. His breathing grew heavier as he thrust the brush across her chest, flaring her body's sensors into overload. Frieda's eyes nearly rolled up the back of her head in a state of euphoric bliss. Michael scrubbed her chest area one more time, before hearing a spark emit from Frieda. The tune on the radio reached its finishing climax as a scream of pure orgasmic bliss rang out across the whole building, as Frieda managed to reach an unexpected climax of her very own.


"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!!!...OOOOOOOhhhhhh~!"


That blissful cry echoed throughout the entire pizza lounge. Somewhere, The janitor stopped mopping the floor to look around where the noise came from. Near the bar section, a man nearly spat his drink out when the cry sounded. The being turned around to look at Freddy. The pinstripe suited animatronic bear temporarily stopped playing his piano to uttered a hardy laugh.

"Haha, well now." said Freddy as it reached over to pour himself another shot of "Fredder's" fermented pizza sauce. The dark red, almost syrup like sauce poured slowly into the glass. Immediately downing the shot, pretty put the glass down and made a "gulp" sound & exhale noise. "Looks like Frieda just had a fun time." Freddy spoke softly, casting a glance toward the backstage area before going back to playing "Toreador" on his piano.


Inside the backstage, Frieda was gently sinking back into the tub. Her eyes were screwed back shut. She was panting quite a bit. Her hair, slightly frazzled and missing the traditional top hat. Across the room, Chica's pompadour was also slightly a bit undone. A bright streak of red was across Chica's face. Bonnie was kneeling on the floor slightly, Body trembling from the excitement that was displayed before her. Foxy accidentally tore through her own pirate shirt when Frieda 'Fun Timed'. Michael was heavily breathing, finally accomplishing the important task at hand. He stood there, blushing as equally bright as Bonnie. Dropping the brush from his hand, he watched Frieda slowly submerge herself. All that could be seen were a pair of lovely, moist, bubble covered animatronic legs. Near her upper thigh Mike could see part of her robotic frame. Once again reminding him that although they are intelligent & lifelike, they are still robots. Even if they are in a high quality feminine frame with all sorts of lovely features & surprises. Like Frieda being water proof, which was slowly killing the logic processing part of his brain. Her legs bent & moved around artistically, displaying synchronized swimmer formations. Her right leg went up, bending slightly forward as Frieda gently boople snooted Mike's nose with her plushy soft toe. This was enough for the observing performers to giggle, even causing Bonnie to squeak in sheer delight & clap. While this also made Mike laugh somewhat, he wanted this part of her service routine to be over with. Reaching over for the clipboard, Frieda slowly brought her head up from under the bathwater, like an alligator in a swamp sighting pray. There was a rather naughty expression painted on her face.


"W-We all c-clean now?" Michael asked in a flustered tone of voice, still recovering from Frieda's unexpectedly display. The animatronics head popped up more.

"mmmm~ Oh Michael..." Frieda cooed, her voice deep & laced with lust & exhaustion, "I-I-I've never felt so clean before...". She let her arms rest at the sides of the tub.  Michael brought the checklist up & put a check mark on Frieda, indicating that her routine servicing was completed. Suddenly though, Frieda lunged out of the tub, brought the clip board down forcefully, Grabbed Mike & pulled him right into the tub with her. A loud splash was heard as the girls eyes were wide eyed with shock. Michael was literally on top of the naked she-bear goddess, his head resting in between her chest. She cupped his face with both hands & instantly pressed her mouth to his. Her tongue was warm, moist, & soft. Not since the night where she glazed his face with honey did he ever really feel Frieda's tongue. Frieda gave off little pleasured hums during the deep kiss. Suddenly, Chica & Foxy were hootin' & hollerin. Bonnie's face lit up & her bow tie started spinning like crazy. After several moments of tongue slaying his mouth, Frieda slowly broke the kiss.


"You really are a big help~" Frieda stated. her was voice low, but it was filled to the brim with sheer lust. "Why don't you help me make a tub of, 'soup'~?" teased Frieda,  licking his nose playfully, then planting a kiss on it. Michael was both aroused, and a little pissed that his work clothes got wet. "Uh, I still have a lot of work to do." admitted Mike as he felt Frieda play with his hair. Michael sighed as the girls giggled playfully. "Now if you'll uh, excuse me." said Mike, managing to sound professional again, looking directly into Frieda's eyes. "I have some contraband to return."


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Michael walked back into the backstage & saw that Frieda was already dried up & wearing a silky robe. Her chest area was undone slightly, exposing her slightly moist fun bags. The bathtub was nowhere to be seen & the girls were already lined up again, like previously before. They all had rather coy looks on their faces.

"w-w-whats up?" asked Michael, feeling uneasy suddenly.

"What took you so long~?" Asked Frieda as she crossed her arms, causing her chest to push up some more.

"I had to turn in some of your contra band, Ms. Faz Bear." stated Michael in his traditional professional tone of voice. He walked over and picked up the clipboard that was on the floor. "And also, i managed to get a sweet new pair of wheels." He said with a smile. Bonnie suddenly looked very cheerful,

"Does that mean y-you can take us out for a drive now & then?" The animatronic bunny asked timidly.

"W-well uh, I guess I could uh, Take some of you girls on a stroll now and then, But that's sort of against the rules here." Michael stated, "I ain't allowed to move company property off the premises." He finished, Casting the girls a smirk. Bonnie & the others whined gently.

"You do know that rules were sometimes made to be broken sugar~" said Chica in her lovely southern twang, Giving him a wink. Michael rolled his eyes slightly, Expecting such an answer from the slick chick.

"I don't feel like going on unemployment yet, so let us resume with service night." Michael said, his businessman like attitude finally returning completely. "Okay now, whose next." Michael started, Looking at the list again.

"Ay it don't matter which order ya go through matey." Spoke Foxy, Her voice deep & lustful as usual. "The girls and I had a wee bit of a short chat, And decided to let you carry out the order of how you will, Shall we say, Handle our goods~" Foxy said, laying out a heavy emphasis on the last sentence. She licked her maw slowly, Thinking of all the maintenance he would do to her. Blinking & already blushing, Michael looked down the list of names, And decided to pick one of the girls.

"Okay uh, Bonnie, step forward" Michael said, looking up to see the purple animatronic bunny with a very happy expression on its face. A short yet high pitched 'eeee!' was heard as Bonnie squeaked & bunny hopped her way to Michael. She hopped one more time, this time high enough to jump into his arms. Michael grunted & cringed slightly, catching the tall robot bunny in his arms. Bonnie then lovingly wrapped her arms around his neck & kissed him right on the cheek, giggling quite a bit.

"I've been looking forward to this for a very long time Mikey~!!!" Bonnie exclaimed in a spastic way, pulling him in close to hug him. She nuzzled his neck & shoulders.
"I just wanna let you know that, i-if you promise to be gentle with me." Bonnie stuttered, her normal energetic voice turning slowly into a bubbling cauldron of lust & lewdness, "Then I'll be a VERY good girl, lil carrot" Bonnie whispered as she licked his cheek. Michael found himself nervously laughing again as he felt Bonnie's warm silica tongue across his cheek.

"Right then. so uh, what do we do here?" said Michael as he began to read Bonnie's procedure chart.

Yup, one down and three to go. Service night at Frieda's lounge was going along just as expected.