I'm In Love With a Chicken

	She shows up at your door again, the harsh florescent light flickering bright against the plump but curvy body of one Chica the Chicken; Fazbear Entertainment performer and fellow “employee” in what has turned out to be the least disappoint job in your long and illustrious career of guarding rundown craphole businesses for what technically qualifies as a living wage. Having your attention, she smiles and waves; motioning to the closed metal door separating the two of you. You hesitate for a moment, before sighing and hit the door button to let her in. It's not that you don't enjoy her company; truth be told, you welcome more than almost anything; the long dull hours of the early morning shift always seem to fly whenever she's around; but what started as a relationship built on idol conversation and mutual boredom quickly turned into something you're having difficulty coming to terms with.
	 Conversation with her has always come easy, but lately you've surprised yourself with just how much you are willing to say, and how far she's gone to validate the trust. Still, shared secrets and emotional support you can deal with fine, but lately things have gotten far more physical between the two of you as well. It started innocently enough; a few playful hugs or pats on the shoulder, little gestures among friends you thought nothing of. She deals with kids after all, and they're nothing if not hands on. But soon enough that air of innocence gave way to something far more adult; uncomfortably intimate rubs on the back or inescapable iron clad embraces quickly becoming the norm.
	In any other situation, growing close to a cute friendly coworker would be nothing short of a godsend considering you can't even remember that last time someone has shown this much interest in you, but the fact remains that Chica isn't technically a coworker so much as company property. Standing a full head taller than you and covered in a think layer of downy soft faux feathers, your would-be admirer is in actuality a self aware AI riding around in an oversized plush chicken suit. You knew this place had robots when you first signed up, but the thought never occurred to you just how lifelike they would be. Prerecorded routines and jerky song and dance numbers are one thing, but Chica and the others all have minds of their own. The think and feel and, much to your chagrin, apparently even develop crushes. Still, as odd as the situation is, you reluctantly admit to yourself that she's the closest companion you've had in years, and regardless of anything else, you do care about her.
	Entering the room, Chica takes no time greeting you in what has become her usual manner; wrapping her wing like arms around your back and practically ripping you from your seat, enveloping you in the soft warm fuzz of her arms and chest. There were a lot of things you've been meaning to say to her; things about personal space and social taboos and why it's better if the two of you set up some boundaries, but as she cradles you tighter against herself, all of that seems to float away, and you begin to loose yourself in the softness and warmth of her body and the dull mechanical whir of cooling fans coming from within her, racing to keep whatever it is that keeps her going at optimal temperature.
	Without thinking, you wrap your arms around her and place you head upon her shoulder; the pleasurable feeling of the fluffy padding against your cheek is only amplified as she presses her head against yours; returning the gesture in kind as the two of you continue to hold each other in silence. What can you say, sometimes it's just nice to be hugged. She may just be a robot, but there's no doubt in your mind that she cares. Kids probably gotta pay ten dollars a head for this kind of affection anyway, why shouldn't you take the opportunity to get it for free.
	As you continue your mental gymnastics in order to justify your little bought of self indulgence, she moves one of her winged appendages down to the small of your back, reaffirming her grip around you as she begins to add mild pressure to her new found hold on your pelvis. You don't think much of it at first, but things soon change as your lower body is pressed against hers, and the both of you become keenly aware of the now ridged erection you've sprouted thanks to all the recent physical attention.
	A rush of embarrassment washes over you, and you attempt to pull back; mind racing with excuses and justifications and a million other things rushing through your head that refuse to let up as you feel her grip around you to tighten; her arms gently rubbing against your back as if to reassure you that everything is still okay.
	Red faced and unable to subdue the raging erection pressed between you and your partner, you strain to pull away as her firm mechanical grip locks you in place. Still at a loss for what to say, you force your vision upon her face, ready to let loose a stream of incoherent babbling and poorly thought out on the spot justifications, only to freeze at the sight of a wiry grin worn upon her face; stretching from one cheek to another as she clenches her teeth to stifle a soft giggle. All you can seem to do is stay like that and watch as her face softens; her devilish grin morphing into a warm smile as she shifts her vision to your eyes. Looking back into hers, you can't help but notice a dull light emanating from somewhere behind her rather cartoonishly large eyes, illuminating her dull blue irises.
	It's beautiful. She's beautiful. And though things escalated very quickly tonight, looking at her now, and seeing the way she looked back at you, completely eradicates any sense of embarrassment or discomfort you may have felt beforehand. Instead, you're transfixed; your vision and feeling and emotions all blurring into one warm haze as the blush dissipates from your cheeks. Hardly even noticing a at first, she begins to grind herself against you; keeping her movements subtle, seemingly not wanting to break the hypnotic hold she has over you as her body rubs and kneads against your own.
	Slowly, you begin to come to your senses. Still not quite sure how to handle any of this, you decide to go for broke and take some action of your own. You're confused, completely out of your depth, and possibly in shock, but thinking about it now, there's one thing you know for certain: regardless of what she is or what others might think, you're in love with this chicken. With that thought front and center in your mind, you moving your face closer to hers, and plant a kiss on the tip of her beak. Thought the feeling of her mouth against yours is disappointingly cold and plasticy, her change in expression and the feeling of shock permeating throughout her body is reward enough. You imagine her face must look an awful lot like yours not a few moments ago, and you begin to form an snarky grin of your own as she processes your action. The moment quickly passes however, as she redoubles her embrace; planting what you assume is meant to be a kiss of her own on your cheek as she tightens the pressure between your two bodies, before sliding her head against yours once again; the intoxicating feeling of her soft plush cheek pressing against yours erasing any lingering doubts that this might somehow be wrong.
	Were she in any way human, you'd get the feeling she would be breathing quite heavily, and maybe a bit wet between the legs as well; her mechanical body almost quivering against your own as you wonder what exactly she's getting out of this experience. The two of you hold that pose for some time; you coming down from the friction she had been so generously providing, and her clearly going though some form of pleasure your mind was far too hazy to begin speculating on; until finally she speaks.
	”I knew I'd get you one day.” She says, almost whispering as her soft delicate feathered fingers grope your back. “I'm glad you finally came around. I- I know we can't really do this the right way, but I'm feeling so... Please, just let me have this moment. I'm- It's so close.”
	For a very brief instant, your mind races with possibilities of what exactly is going to happen next, before forcing them out and simply deciding to abide by Chica's request; moving your hand down her back and slipping your fingers through her tail feathers as you rest your hand on her soft downy bottom; a barely audible static filled gasp escapes her beak as her body shudders with delight from the feeling of your actions. She may be a robot, but the same basic principals seem to apply when it comes to erogenous zones. With that in mind, you shift you body so her legs intertwine with your own; pressing her crotch tightly against you as her thighs squeeze against one of your legs. With a bit of pressure and friction, you can feel the buildup occurring within her body; the soft hum of her internal fans increasing it's volume as a low tremor in her joints begins built momentum. Simply holding on and praying she doesn't accidentally crush you, you hear a small shout let loose from her mouth, before her whole body tenses up; the soft downy padding of her suit easing the immense pressure you're now under.
	Maintaining the pressure against her thighs and deceptively barren crotch, you begin stroking and groping at the soft layer of feathers encompassing her body; keeping your one hand firmly planted on her rear as the other works it's way up to the back of her head. Running your fingers up through what would be her hair, you hold her in place; keeping up a gentle rhythm of movement against her quivering form until the shaking and general tensions slowly subside.
	Easing her grip around you, she slowly pulls herself away, looking visibly tired despite all logical thought telling you that shouldn't be possible. Though thoughts still remain over the ramifications of what just happened between the two of you, you decide any such analysis can wait, and instead focus on what you can only assume is your partner now reveling in their afterglow. Not wanting to simply let her post coital bliss pass without doing all you can to enhance the experience, you pull up your chair and motion for her to join you, and with a wry but tired smile, she obliges; sitting across your lap as she slips an arm behind your back.
	Looking up at her, Chica attempts to plants a kiss upon your forehead; in actuality pecking you with the tip of her beak; before closing her eyes and snuggling against your body. You chuckle to yourself, figuring it's something the two of you can work on later, and resign yourself to the wonderful feeling of her body so tightly pressed again your own; each little shift and quiver an incredible experience in of itself.
	 Shifting in your seat and closing your eyes, you feel your now dulled erection press against the her thigh, having forgot all about your own needs amidst the last few minutes of excitement. As if reading your mind, Chica speaks once again, her voice hazy and relaxed.
	”Don't think I forgot about you.” She says as the arm slung around your back creeps up your body, until she rests her hand upon your shoulder. “I'm just a little beat right now. That was...  just gimme a few and I'll find a way to return the favor.”
	You can feel her body sinking deeper against your own as you run your arm down her back; reaching below her tail and pulling her in close as her body practically curls around you. For whatever reason, her exhaustion seems to be contagious, and your last memory for the night is the warm embrace of the now sleeping animatronic resting against you as her free hand moves down the length of your arm and wraps around your own; the large wing like appendage enveloping it entirely as you drift off to sleep.