Fredrica's One Shot: Heat of the Night

Chica slowly turned her head in shock as she attempted to wrap her processor around the words that had come out of her purple co-worker’s mouth. She spoke slowly, as to not miss a word, hoping she had just hear wrong. “Three… Months…” she repeated from what Bonnie had said. The rabbit nodded, though now looking a little bit worried about the sudden change in the usually lively chicken robot’s mood.

“Three months..?!” The bird said again, this time a little louder, “THREE MONTHS YOU’VE BEEN DATIN MIKEY AND YA HAVEN'T PUT OUT YET?!” Bonnie flinched at the severity of her friend’s reaction, but nodded again.

The rabbot was blushing furiously, focusing her gaze on twiddling her fingers as she responded, “W-w-well… I mean… we d-did do… ah, some things… but n-never all the way… And… T-that whole fi-first month we were both re-recovering from… that…” She took a quick glance at Chica, “I-I-I think h-he’s afraid h-he’ll break me… A-after s-seeing me like that…”

“Bonbon, it’s gonna have to be YOU that shows him otherwise. It’s gonna be Valentines Day in just a few hours for gods sake! You’re tellin me you don’t have something planned?!” As expected, the bunny shook her head. Chica sighed, sinking into her seat. “Okay, if you could do ANYTHING you wanted to with him tonight, what would you do?”

The led blushes on Bonnie’s face flared up again. “I-if he w-was finally o-okay with it… I w-want him… I w-want him to…” She froze up, burying her face in her plushy purple hands, too embarrassed to finish the sentence.

“So you just wanna fuck his fragile human pelvis inta dust, eh?” The chicken snickered. The rabbot produced an anguished, tinny little whine from behind her paws, Chica’s particular phrasing summing up the only bit of fear she had about the situation as well. She was a machine after all, and had many times discovered she was sometimes quite unaware of how strong she really was. Hurting Mike would be the most devastating thing she could possibly do. This is probably exactly how he felt, vice versa.

Chica got up and sat beside Bonnie, putting a comforting hand on her ball-jointed shoulder. “It was a joke, Bonbon. You have more control over yourself than that. In fact, I think we all got equipped with a stop-gap kinda program that keeps us from getting too crazy while fuckin humans… Daddy is truly a brilliant man.” The last phrase was emphasized by the bird placing her other hand on her chest and looking to the heavens above. “I know for a FACT that Mikey wants you so bad he can’t think straight. It’s just a matter of the two of ya gettin up enough goddamn confidence to approach the topic head-on. Someone’s gotta take control!” She thought for a second, then grinned, “If ya want… I COULD help you out…”

“Y-you’d do that…? How…?” Bonnie replied, taking her face from her palms and looking at her.

“I have my ways. Do ya agree or not?” Chica put out her hand for a handshake to seal the deal.


The bunny, for completely logical reasons, was hesitant to take the bait. While she was her friend/sister/co-worker and she loved her to death, the bird’s methods tended to sometimes dabble in being rather… dubious. But… there was no doubt that she was pent up after all these weeks and weeks of teasing and building up. In a sudden movement, she locked her hand with the one presented to her, shaking vigorously. The need to breed had won out this one.


The ample breasted chicken smiled smugly, retracting her hand when the dealing was done.  She stretched and yawned, a part of their programming to signal when it was time for a recharge. “Welp, hows about you and I get some sleep before tonight’s performances? It’s gonna be a busy night tonight, with all the Valentimes an such.”

The two girls retreated back to their charging stations. The rest of the, now rather expanded, cast were already fast asleep in their pods, save for the cupcake sisters, probably still dutifully monitoring their respective security stations. Chica and Bonnie said their goodnights, then settled down for a restful recharge.

At least Bonnie did. Chica, however, had other plans. As soon as the bunny was down, she sprung from her pod and got to work. All it would take was an sd card the size of a pinky fingernail and a little program she saved for just such an occasion. Bonnie just needed to embrace her animalistic side. She was a bunny, and bunnies like to FUCK. All the program would do was simulate something called ‘heat’. While real animals were sometimes hard to understand and didn’t interest her, this was a biological topic that Chica could get behind. It was too bad humans didn’t have it, she mused to herself as she pushed the little card into the slot at the base of one of Bonbon’s ears.

Feeling proud of doing such thoughtful work, Chica patted herself of the back with a good recharging session.

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Bonnie awoke with a pant. Her digital dreams had been filled to the brim with only the lewdest of thoughts. Maybe it was the conversation with Chica, or just the thought of Valentines Day, but something within her was hungry for touch. She pressed a hand between her legs and found her panties slick and sticky, she rubbed on herself, eliciting a shameless moan. Everything was shrouded in a fog of warm lust, every other thought was cast to the side. She need to be touched. She needed to be fucked.

Her legs were shaking as she stumbled out of her pod. Sleep just wasn’t going to happen. His name was throbbing in her head, over and over again. mike Mike MIKE. She had to find him. It was still early, but perhaps he had come in already. The office. She had to get to the office. Each step rubbed on her further, making her grunt and shiver as she crossed the building. She was nearly wild as she fumbled with the doorknob. She fell to her knees and crawled into the room. It was sadly vacant, save for Carla, who had been watching this entire folly with secret amusement. Bonnie pulled herself into Mike’s chair, and moaned a deflated little, “Miiiiiiiiiike….”  at the realization he was not there. The little cupcake turned her attention to Bonnie, taking a seat on the edge of the desk.

“Are you feeling okay, Miss Bonnie?” She asked courteously.

“Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike….” She whined again.

“He should be here in 15 minutes or so,” The chipper little pastrybot responded.

“T-that’s too lonnnnnng I need him nowww s-soo bad…” Her body quivered as another wave of those urges hit her. Without giving a single shit about Carla being there, the rabbot pulled up her nightgown and dove a hand into her panties, attempting to relieve the pressure she felt in her loins. Carla’s face, understandably, was quite red. While she was accustomed to watching everyone get freaky over the cameras, witnessing it from just a foot away, and from Bonnie no less, was quite surreal. Her eyes nearly bugged out of her frosting-topped head when the bunny whispered, “C-ccarla… P-please help meeee…”

“Wh- How??” The cupcake sputtered, “I can’t make Mike get here any faster!”

“P-pleeeasee… Pleeease I c-can’t take anymore….”

“I want to help you, but I don’t know how I can!” Carla squeaked as one of Bonnie’s purple mits grabbed her. She paled a bit as the sex-fueled robot started to move and re-angle her, and pull those soaked panties aside. “Bonnie, Bonnie?! W-what are you- AH!” The minibot was cut off as her candle was rammed up to the hilt into the bunny’s sopping, tight pussy. While not nearly as bulky as Mike, it was taking the edge off that needy pressure. Any protests Carla was giving were muffled by the sheer satisfaction having something inside of her.

She thrusted her in and out quickly, using her small friend’s light like a dildo. The ribbing of her candle made Bonnie clench harder around her. In her state, she didn’t last long at all, her body shuddering as orgasm ravaged her, a gush of warm lubrication squirting out and soaking the poor cupcake. She deposited Carla back on the desk, panting. But there was no long afterglow, just an even MORE intense urge for Mike’s cock in her.

“Bonnie… T-that was... “ Carla’s train of thought trailed off. She was still in shock, but that had been the first time anyone had used her, or probably ever thought of her so… Sexually. Despite the strangeness of it, it was extremely exciting... While she wasn’t being manipulated by some kind of program like her currently amourous rabbit friend was, she definitely knew from that time on, she was going to pursue getting some more action. Hmm… There was that handsome new repair guy Daddy had just hired… She scurried away to go clean off and plot more about this.

With almost perfect timing, Mike came in. His arms were full of typical Valentines paraphernalia, like flowers and chocolates and stuffed animals. All of these were deposited on the floor went he laid eyes on Bonnie. “Miiike p-please I… I need you to f-fuck me… Right now… Ahhh… Please!” She literally ripped her panties off and let the pile of torn, wet fabric plop to the tiles below, showing her boyfriend that she was absolutely serious.

“W-well, give me a second Bonnie, wow... “ He said “L-let’s think about this for a second…”

Bonnie practically pounced on him, knocking him to the floor, his fall cushioned by the gifts he had brought, “I’ve been thinking about you for MONTHS Mike… I need you! I need you worse than anything I’ve ever needed. PLEASE FUCK ME!” With that, she ripped off her nightgown, now fully nude and on top of him, shivering and blushing, a total slave to the heat program ravaging her robotic brain.

There was no way he could deny her. Obviously something was up, and he suspected Chica was involved immediately, but at that moment, any hesitation had melted away. Seeing her so primal and forceful made his cock rock hard. The sudden and unexpectedness of it all took away any need for time-wasting foreplay. He quickly got to work on his belt and fly just pulling himself out of his boxers before she took every inch of him into her. She was silky and tight and so warm around him. Finally having him in her made her moan so loudly, with a satisfaction like no other.

She pistoned her hips, up and down. She was rough, but as Chica had told him before, something stopped her from using all of her strength. He really should have listened to her sooner, because having Bonnie riding his cock like this was the most amazing feeling he had ever witnessed. Mike got into it, gripping his fingers hard into her pillowy thighs, using them as leverage to thrust deeper into her. She was a robot, yes, but she wasn’t breaking him, and he wasn’t going to break her.

He was amazed at how long he held out for her, because she came first, squeezing around his thick member. She cried out his name with a high moan. He was quick to follow her, grunting as he released into her, probably the hardest he ever had in his life. That wash of relief rolled over him, the afterglow setting in nicely.

With that trigger, the program had done its job, ejecting the little card from her ear slot and suddenly giving Bonnie control over herself again.

Unfortunately, her first reaction was to flop onto him and start crying. “.. M-mike I-I’m so sorry..! I...I-I could’t c-control it… I.. I don’t know why! I’m so sorry!” She sobbed into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, petting her and kissing her on the forehead. He spied the little black card poking out of her head, and pulled it out.

“It’s okay… It’s okay… I think I found what happened…” She looked up at him, her teary face looking so sweet. He showed off the memory card, a teensy note written on it in a very familiar chickenscratch, stating “Happy V-Day Bonbon <3 <3”

“C-chica? Oh…. “ She sniffled, rubbing at her eyes. “...I’m… I’m still sorry… I- I didn’t w-want our first time t-to be like this…”

“Well, I liked it.. A lot actually… but.. If you want, we can just call this a practice round… For the real thing…” He said softly, petting the fluffs on her cheek. He reached back and fished among the discarded gifts they had used as a make-shift bed, and pulled out an envelope. He handed it to her. “I don’t know if this whole thing counts as your gift, but here’s mine.”

She tore it open and pulled out the card. On it was a picture of two rabbits snuggling. One of them had a shoddily drawn on bow by one of its ears, and the other had a crappy little security cap on. The text read, “You’ll always be my honey bunny”.

“M-mike.. that’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever given to me!” She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a chaste little kiss on the cheek, something hilarious given how she had been minutes earlier.

“Happy Valentines Day, Bonnie,” He said with a soft smile, kissing her back.