Friendly Affairs part 5

	“Miiiike!” Spring squealed as the guard walked in through the front lobby; jumping up from her usual haunt at the edge of the stage and rushing over towards him excitedly. Next to her, Miss Foxy watched her enthusiastic companion with placed amusement before she too rose from her seat and followed the rabbit’s lead.
	“Hey guys,” Mike greeted them tepidly; not prepared for so much attention literal seconds after coming into work. “What’s going on? You weren’t waiting here for me, were you?”
	“Are you kidding!?” the bunny gushed; stopping mere inches from his face and bouncing on her toes excitedly. “First you come in during the day and don’t even stay to say hi to me, then you end up in a fight for your girlfriend’s honor, and now you’re acting like it’s nothing?!”
	What Spring is trying to say,” Foxy placed a hand on her companion’s shoulder in a bid to calm her down. “Is that we’ve been hearing rumors all day surrounding you and some man who was apparently harassing Chica, and we’d like to hear your take on all of this before anymore misinformation can spread.”
	“I heard you KOed him in one punch!” Spring started up again. “And- And then Chica swooned, and you caught her in your arms and kissed her!”
	“You’re making that up,” Miss Foxy crossed her arms and shot the rabbit a disapproving frown.
	“Yeah, but it sounds good,” Spring giggled back. “Besides, now that Mike’s here, he can tell us what actually happened. Like why he decked that guy. Or why he was even here in the first place.”
	The two were suddenly looking at him again; as if he was obliged to recount his story right then and there. Going over the rough fact in his head, Mike quickly concluded that the last thing he wanted to do was let either of them in on his reasons for seeing the boss. Tales of money problems and sketchy management would only drum up old memories of previous failed franchises, and neither of them needed that right now. Then there was the fight itself; which was far less glorious that Spring had made it out to be. It wasn’t as if he wanted to outright lie and go along with the romanticized narrative, but his ego was still too bruised from his utter ineffectiveness to just come out and admit that he had gotten lucky.
	“It- It’s nothing. I just had to talk to the boss for, you know, work stuff,” Mike began with a half formed idea of how he was going to spin this. “I only came in because he likes to talk face to face so much.”
	“You’ve never done that before,” Foxy interjected.
	“Yeah, but lucky for me, I did this time,” he avoided the point and quickly tried to move on. “Otherwise, who knows what that guy might have done. When I came out of the boss’s office and saw him going after Chica- I mean, how could I not step in?”
	“And punch him?” the vixen said skeptically.
	“And punch him!” Spring echoed Foxy’s words with glowing excitement; willfully unaware of her mounting disapproval.
	“Michael, I’m very disappointed in you!” Foxy's mood finally boiled over, and she began to berate him like an upset mother. “I know you care about Chica’s wellbeing, but you could have been hurt, or worse. Did you even think about the potential consequences of your actions? What good is standing up for her if it had cost you your job?”
	 “Hey!” he shot back defensively. “I know it was a dumb decision. And I’m well aware of how lucky I got for not being fired on the spot. But, seeing someone treat Chica that way- I’m still her boyfriend, dammit!” He shut his lips tight as the two looked back at him in shock. Mike had learned long ago that even at the most trying times, bad language was never something the bots took lightly. With a deep breath, he tried to center himself and move past his outburst, before starting again. “I just- I just don’t want to see any of you treated like that, okay? I know I wasn’t on duty, but I’m your friend. And friends don’t let the people they care about get taken advantage of, even when it goes again their better judgment.”
	The air between them was still for an agonizingly long second, before Foxy begrudgingly sighed. “I know. And in truth, I’m actually very proud of you for standing up for her.” Mike blinked in disbelief at what he was hearing. Even Spring looked a little surprised as Foxy continued. “But promise you’ll use your head from now on. No more barreling into situations like some common thug. I- We, would be heartbroken to lose you.”
	Spring noddle in solidarity before the two of them looked back towards him and waited for a reply.
	“Deal,” Mike conceded. “I’ll save all the impulse decision making for non-violent acts of heroism from now on.” A faint blush formed of Foxy’s already rosy cheeks at the callback to the previous night; prompting Spring to elbow her playfully in the side as she grinned in amusement. With the air effectively cleared, Mike took note that the person he really wanted to talk to had been conspicuously absent this entire time. Glancing around the room, he turned back to the pair and ask, “So, where is Chica anyway?”
	“Probably in your office,” Spring was the first to answer. “I think she wanted to speak to you in private about today.”
	“Yes, she’s been muttering about it to us since happened,” Foxy concord.
	“All good things, I hope?” Mike asked expectantly, only for the two to glance to each other and shoot him a look that was pessimistic at best. “Ah, guess I should probably go see her then.”
	“Aww,” Spring wined. “I’ve been so pumped since hearing about the fight. I was really hoping we could hang out and blow off some steam.”
	“Let him be,” Foxy placed her hand back on the rabbit’s shoulder and guided her away. “I’m sure you and I can think of a way to work off all that pent up energy in Mike’s absence.”
	The three split ways and Mike began his long trek down the hall towards his office; not sure what was waiting for him inside. Rambunctious as she was, Chica wasn’t exactly keen on fighting outside of movies or arcade cabinets. Similar to their views on bad language, none of the mascots had much exposure to real-world violence, and the more he reflected on it, the more Mike worried that he had committed some unforgivable taboo by making Chica the center of such an ugly altercation. Still, what was done was done, and all he could do now was accept whatever consequence was waiting for him on the other side of his door.

	With a deep breath, Mike straitened his posture and loosened his collar before stepping into his office. Inside, Chica was indeed waiting for him; sitting in his chair and fidgeting with an old security cap she had pulled from an open drawer. Mike didn’t say anything as he entered the room, and instead simply waved to her and waited for whatever was to come next.
	“I didn’t know your uniform came with a hat,” Chica sounded aloof as she looked over the headpiece; tugging its brim through her oversized fingers and watching it turn with despondent interest.
	“They uh, they don’t make me wear it,” Mike replied cautiously as he tried to gauge her mood. “I think I only ever put it on during my first few days.”
	“I don’t remember,” she sighed and placed the hat on his desk. “It’s been so long since you first started. I thought I knew everything about you by now.” She then rose from her seat and faced him directly. “I certainly didn’t think you could do something so stupid!”
	This was it. Mike uttered a token, “Chica, I can explain.” before letting her lay into him.
	“You hit a customer!” she spat back on cue. “After I told you not to get involved! What were you even doing there today?”
	“I had an issue with my paycheck. It bounced, and I came in to get it sorted out,” Mike stated up-front; not willing to dance around that particular topic any longer in light of recent events. “I didn’t tell you then because I didn’t want you to worry.”
	Chica groaned and placed her palm on her forehead before running the hand up through her fat yellow locks. “And you thought the best way to celebrate sorting out your paycheck was to punch a guy?” Mike didn’t say anything. “There could have been kids around! Could you imagine how traumatic that would be for some poor boy or girl to see a fight break out at a Freddy’s?” She drew closer as she spoke; getting right up in his face and staring down at him with a kind of madness in her eyes that made him uneasy. “All over me! You had to come rushing to my defense all because some- some, person tried to feel me up!”
	Without warning, she jutted forward and kissed him on the mouth; forcefully and passionately as she grabbed him by the arms and held him in place. Mike practically buckled under the shock of her beak wrapping around his lips and sucking the breath from his lungs, and had to fight himself to stay upright as the bird bore down on him and took him for all she could.
	“Ahh!” he gasped as Chica broke free and gave him a moment to breath. “Chica wha-”
	“Shut up, I’m not done yet! You could have lost your job!” Chica kissed him again; quicker this time, before moving along his face and peppering his cheek with the tip of her beak. “And then who would be around to protect me, huh? All of the other guards treat us like company property! Like attractions!” Sinking towards his neck, her smattering of kisses led her further downward, until the frazzled bird finally reached his shoulder. With nowhere left to go, Chica simply burrowed her head against his collar and held him in desperation. “I don’t want to lose you, you stupid jerk! I can’t! You hear me?” She pulled back and looked him dead in the eyes. “So next time you want to play hero, keep it within company guidelines!” And again, she dove towards him. This time though, Mike was cognizant enough to reciprocate the gesture, and bound back into her with equal veracity.
	With her anger morphing into the kind of rowdy passion he was more familiar with, Mike let Chica take the lead as she guided him back over towards his chair. After lining him up and placing him in his seat, the bird gave him one final peck before pulling back and taking a moment to admire him at his work station.
	“Should I be… doing something now?” the guard mused; half-dazed from the flurry of emotions his lover had rained down upon him as he tried and failed to figure out her game.
	Giving him a wide grin, Chica grabbed the discarded security cap from behind her and leaned toward him. At first, Mike thought she was going to kiss him again, but to his surprise, she instead got down on her knees and huddled under his desk’s foot-well, before grabbing his chair and rolling it towards her.
	“Now,” she placed the cap on his head as her face hovered above his lap. “You get to work.”

	Not letting him muster up a response, Chica’s hands flew over his lower shirt and unclasped each of its buttons in a mad dash towards his beltline. Working at a blistering speed in sheer defiance of her fat, unwieldy fingers, in hardly five seconds she had already popped his fly and set the stage for the main unveiling. But as Mike leaned back to watch as Chica plied her ill-gotten craft, she stopped in her tracks and looked back up expectantly before uttering a slightly perturbed, “Well?”
	“Well what?”
	“I told you to get to work,” she glanced back at his computer monitor. “I can’t have my favorite guard slacking off on the job, can I?”
	Looking between her face and the computer a few times, Mike blinked in amused disbelief as it dawned on him that she was indeed serious, before following her heed and reaching towards his mouse and keyboard. Not entirely sure what he was supposed to do, he began searching through the various cameras as Chica resumed her own assignment; freeing his manhood from its confinement and lightly nuzzling it with the tip of her beak. Mike shuddered as her soft smooth fingertips curled around its base, and once again leaned back to see what exactly she was doing.
	“Ah-ah,” Chica scolded. “If you don’t put in the work, you don’t get payed.”
	She really was serious about this. For all of her playful come-ons and dumb little games, this was the first time he could remember that Chica had ever forced him to commit to a scenario for more than five seconds. Usually it was enough to simply pay her some lip-service and wait until she got fed up with her own lack of immediate satisfaction.
	After shooting her an odd look, Mike relented and went back to watching his camera feed; finding it agonizingly difficult actually maintain any sort of concentration as she returned to her foreplay. Her rubbery fingers and malleable beak were playing hell on his nerves; forcing him to reactively clench and shudder every few seconds as she gradually ramped up her affection. Still, with a tight clamped jaw and increasingly uneven breath, Mike did as she asked and tried his damnedest to observe his monitor; shakily looking over each of the empty rooms he clicked to until eventually spotting something that piqued his attention.
	Through his screen, Mike could see Miss Foxy and Spring together in Storytime Cover, speaking heatedly over something he couldn’t hear. Whatever it was though, Spring seemed particularly affected by it, as she placed her hand on Foxy’s shoulder and moved in well past what he would consider her personal space. Mike was just about to call Chica off and investigate, when it happened. He couldn’t believe his eyes at first, but Spring had pulled Foxy towards her and… and…

	“Well, you seem to be enjoying yourself,” Chica said with an obvious air of self-satisfaction; jolting him from his monitor and snapping him back to reality as she eyed his rigid manhood with eager delight. “And here I was worried you couldn’t multitask.”
	Mike quickly clicked away from his current camera feed before looking down and acknowledging her as casually as he could. “Just uh, keeping diligent,” he quipped.
	Chica snorted in amusement before diving back down and giving his tip a warm wet lick; making Mike suck in his breath and quiver before turning his attention back towards his cameras. He could have sworn he’d seen Foxy and Spring kiss just now, but that was ridiculous. The two of them were close, but he had never gotten wind of anything to suggest they were THAT familiar.
	Telling himself it was merely for the sake of confirmation, Mike switched back to the previous feed, where the fox and rabbit were indeed wrapped in each other’s arm. Foxy had taken the dominant role since Spring’s initial foray, and was clutching her head from behind as the bunny buckled and dragged them both down towards one of the room’s beanbag chairs. With their muzzles locked firmly, the two settled in next to each other as Spring slid a hand down Foxy’s smooth white torso and let it rest between her tightly clenched thighs.
	This was all too surreal. Spring had mentioned blowing off steam, but this was probably the last thing he had expected that to mean. However, before he could get too swept up trying to rationalize this unexpected revelation, his own little act of debauchery began to escalate as well. Chica had moved on from simple licking, and upped her ante by wrapping the edges of her beak around the tip of his shaft; squeezing it between her beak’s surprisingly soft inner-lining and her warm lively tongue as she slid down its length. Once she reached the bottom, the bird held still and allowed him the chance to acclimate to the sensation of her head so thoroughly sealed around his manhood; giving him the occasional suckle or slow bob just to keep him on his toes.
	The feeling was enthralling, but not enough that he couldn’t still spare a bit of attention for whatever was going on in The Cove. Looking back, Mike found was just in time to catch Spring lift Foxy’s leg and let loose one of her trademark giggles at the sight of her partner’s normally concealed anatomy. At any other time, this probably would have been extremely embarrassing for him, but right now, all he could think about was how well Spring had demonstrated her fondling prowess a few nights ago, and that Foxy was in for a real treat at the hands of her cuddly golden companion.
	Just as he suspected, the fox went ridged the moment Spring set to work tickling the sensitive patch of synthetic flesh between her thighs. Fighting herself to sink back into her chair and come to grips with her friend’s playful petting, in hardly any time at all, the rabbit’s fingers were soaked in Foxy’s fluids as they practically poured from between her legs; with Spring herself bright eyed and giddy from seeing how receptive her partner acted at only the slightest of provocations.
	Mike was practically glued to his set in anticipation for what would happen next, and wasn’t disappointed as he watched the rabbit gasping excitedly while Foxy took hold of her arm and brought her soaking digits to the tip of her long, toothy maw. At first, she tried to pull away, only for Foxy to assertively hold her in place and slather her fingers with her tongue. Eventually, the bunny conceded and allowed her partner to do as she please; watching the ordeal play out in front of her with a nervous smile and jittering arm as her captive hand was licked and kiss clean.
	Once satisfied with her work, Foxy relinquished the limb and said something that made Spring’s ears stand up on end; while Foxy herself grinned fiendishly as she looked down the plushy body beside her. For a moment, Mike thought the rabbit was about to fend her companion off from whatever it was she had suggested, but Foxy made her move far too quickly, and pounced before she could react; diving towards the bunny’s legs and shoving her muzzle between them.
	Right then, at the height of their foreplay, Chica pulled back from his lap and once again wrapped her hands around the base of his shaft; surprising him enough that he frantically clicked away from his feed of The Cove and flipped over to the empty arcade.
	“I can’t believe you haven’t cum yet,” Chica beamed with coy admiration; apparently oblivious to his mild panic. “Maybe you’re being a little too diligent, if you know what I mean.”
	Shaking himself out of his stupor, the guard blinked a few times and attempted to get back into his typical mindset when dealing with Chica; all the while trying not to feel too upset at her jostling him away from some of the best TV he'd seen in years.
	“I’m sorry,” he hastily sniped back. “I didn’t realize you wanted a repeat of when I surprised you in the kitchen.”
	“Mmmm,” she moaned happily at the memory. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy that. You had it coming. And besides, sometimes it’s nice to just skip to the end.”
	“You’re just saying that cause you’re getting bored down there,” Mike scoffed; surprised to find Chica assume a more thoughtful expression upon hearing the remark.
	“You know, I’m really not,” she replied; studying the throbbing anatomy held lightly between her fingers with sober fascination. “There’s just something about this that never gets old to me. The way I can feel your whole body- Feel your heart beat through your veins and your muscles tense under your skin. It like having a front row seat to the more intense show in the world, but its right at the tip of my tongue.” Chica dragged her vision away from Mike’s lap and looked back up toward his face with an earnest smile. “I think most of all though, I just like how happy I make you feel, you know? How could I ever get tired of that?”
	Mike glanced at the empty feed on his monitor for a brief second, before looking back down and meeting Chica’s starry-eyed gaze. Once again, he had found himself getting sucked into something he had absolutely no business involving himself in, while the real treasure was quite literally staring him in the face.
	Without a word, he moved his hand down over her scalp and began to caress her smooth rubbery head, before guiding her face back into his lap. The eager bird complied without a hint of opposition, and once again enveloped his tensing shaft within her beak. Holding her fastly against his groin, Mike gently bucked up into her mouth, and was rewarded with the feeling of her grip tightening around him as gesture of approval.
	“Ohhh, do you like that?” he huffed affectionately. “Don’t worry, I promise to show you how –ahh- how happy you make me.”
	A muffled moan was all Chica could respond with as she began to bob with a faster and heavier stride; shoving the head of his cock into the back of her throat with each descent before pulling away and doing it all over again. Mike closed his eyes and held onto her with steadfast resolve as he thrust against her beak in time with each of her dives; matching her pace as best he could as Chica pushed him to his limit. Finally, when he could stand no more, he jerked upward and pressed her down into his lap; forcing himself into her esophagus one final time and releasing everything he had to give deep inside.
	His task finally done, Mike leaned forward and curled himself around her head; cradling her contentedly in his arms as Chica immured him within her maw. Luckily for the both of them, there was no need to worry about her running out of breath, and the two were able to remain that way for some time. Ever the showman though, when they finally separated, Chica made sure to let loose a happy little gasp while releasing his half-flaccid member from her beak; buzzing with happy satisfaction as she nuzzled the spent anatomy and sunk back into his thighs.
	I’ll, uhhh, I’ll take care of you in a minute,” Mike wheezed as he slouched down in his chair and tugged Chica’s head up to his stomach. “Just give me a bit to recover.”
	“I’m in no hurry,” the hen burrowed her cheek against his stomach and began to concentrate on it steady rise and fall. “Didn’t I tell you to keep checking the cameras though? You never know what nefarious things could be happening while you’re preoccupied.”
	Mike took a deep breath and once again brought his eyes back at his monitor. The truth was, he was still incredibly curious about whatever Foxy and Springy were up to in The Cove. Between what he had just seen, and his encounter with Spring in the backstage storage room, a lot of uncomfortably attractive thoughts had begun swirling through his mind as of late; thoughts that he knew were only going to escalate from here. But right now, as he felt the weight and the presence of the body half-lying against him -felt the warmth and love it exuded towards him- all of the kinky robot lesbian antics in the world couldn’t hold a candle to it.
	“What’s the point?” Mike looked down and ruffled Chica’s mock-hair between his fingers. “What could be better than what I’m seeing right now?”