Birthday Surprise

	“Happy birthday!” a quartet of voices exclaimed as Mike walked into the security office several minutes late for his shift. At first he had wondered if he’d dodged a bullet and managed to come in late while no one else was around, but as he froze at the door and looked around the room, all four of his nightshift cohorts were standing around looking at him expectantly as he did his best not to appear too anxious from their collective jumpscare.
	“Also, you’re late,” Freddy stated flatly; somewhat deflating the otherwise jubilant atmosphere.
	A few minutes later Mike found himself blowing out the candle on his complimentary cupcake as the group of mascots surrounding him clapped approvingly at the flame flickering out into a trail of smoke.
	“Thanks guys,” he said graciously; doing his best not to appear too bashful from all the attention. “I really appreciate it.”
	“Well, birthday parties are our thing,” Chica responded with a friendly hug and a peck on the cheek; instantly squashing whatever hopes he had of not looking flustered right then and there. “I just wish we had more time to put something together.”
	“It-t’s more than enough, really,” he stammered back; genuinely appreciative at the modest celebration they had assembled in his honor.
	 “Oh, she’s not talking about this,” Bonnie chimed in. “Chica and I have a surprise for you in the lounge.”
	“Just you two?” he replied a bewildered look around the room as he attempted to discern the reaction from Freddy and Foxy.
	“You picked a bad day to be born, Mike,” Freddy explained. “I’ve got a ton bills to go over by the end of the night. Someone’s got to keep this place running, and it sure as heck isn’t the manager.”
	“And since their girls got you the night off, I’ve got guard duty till six,” Foxy snatched the uniform cap off of Mike’s head and placed it awkwardly between his ears. “You kids have fun though.”
	After finishing his cupcake and saying their goodbyes, Chica and Bonnie grabbed Mike by the arms and walked him towards the employee lounge and their vaunted surprise; keeping a tight grip from either side as he looked back to see Foxy wave and snicker under his breath. This glaring lack of boundaries between him and the girls had become fairly common to him by now; and while he found it pretty awkward overall, Mike understood how their jobs could condition them into becoming so physical. Bonnie – sweet as she was - had always been a bit of a hugger, and her kind nature was certainly appreciated by the more sensitive patrons. Chica, meanwhile, was nothing if not hands-on when it came to kids; and she was more than adapt at wrangling even the most unruly troublemakers. When put into that context, their constant contact didn’t seem like anything worth fretting over; but beneath their friendly attitude and candid dispositions, Mike got the impression they were fishing for something more.
	It was in the way they acted when no one else was around. How Bonnie would find any excuse to lean into him when they stood together; and how Chica would playfully pin him to the wall and goad him into trying to break free. How so much more often now he’d found himself alone with one them; shrugging off odd questions and sifting through obvious double-entendres that seemed to pop up constantly in conversation. It wasn’t as if their advances were some great taboo either. After all, nobody made a fuss when Foxy started dating that one cashier. But in Mike’s case, things were a little less cut and dry. Even if he wanted to reciprocate some of their advances, he had kind of assumed that both Bonnie and Chica had found partners already. Specifically, in each other.
	The two of them may have kept it fairly low key, but between the occasional offhanded hint to the simple way they looked at each other, nearly everyone who worked with them agreed that the bird and the bunny were an established item. So what was their angle with him? Was it just some kind of game to see who could make his face turn the deepest color red? Was this a fetish they shared? Or - much more likely - was it all in his head?
	When all was said and done, idea of two robot lesbians singling him out was was too ridiculous to be anything other than the product of his overactive imagination. First and foremost, Bonnie and Chica were his friends - they teased and they joked and they even hugged with uncomfortable regularity - but that didn’t mean that there was anything more to it than that. After all, just because someone shows a little affection doesn’t automatically mean they’re in love with you; and Mike tried to keep that thought in mind as they approached the breakroom.
	“We’re here,” Bonnie stated gleefully as they reached the door. “Close your eyes and we’ll go inside.”
	Complying with her request, Mike squeezed his eyes shut as the door creaked open; letting the pair guide him thought before closing it behind and announcing that it was okay to look. As he opened his eyes, Mike struggled to decide what to make of the sight in front of him. In the center of the room was a smattering of large blue play-mats sitting at the foot of the lounge’s couch; the former of which was covered in an assortment of blankets and pillows Mike was sure he’d seen in some storage closet somewhere. Across from their DIY sofa-bed was the breakroom’s TV; sitting on the floor and hooked up to a VCR next to a pile of cassettes.
	“What, uh…” he stared at the room in blank confusion.
	“It’s a slumber party!” Bonnie quickly answered as she dislodged herself from him to turn on the room’s microwave; inside, a bag of popcorn began rotating on the tray as she reached into a nearby cabinet and retrieved a bowl. “Remember? A while ago you were telling me about how you were the only one who didn’t get to go to a classmate’s birthday sleepover.” She was right. Years ago, one of the kids in his first-grade class sent out party invitations to all of students, but his arrived late. It wasn’t until days after that the letter finally came, and for whatever reason the memory had always stuck with him. “So me and Chica decided that it’s better late than never. We’ve got a bunch of old tapes and some games, and a few other activities we’ll get to later on.”
	Following Bonnie’s lead, Chica too removed herself from his side and took a seat on the pile of blankets in front of the couch.
	“Sorry we didn’t have any real presents,” she said sympathetically; patting the spot next to her and inviting him to sit down. “If they ever start paying us, I’ll buy you a card; but until then, I hope this is enough.”
	Mike was genuinely moved. Working with what they had, the two of them had managed to turn one of his sourest memories into a source of inspiration. Not wanting to keep her waiting, Mike graciously accepted Chica’s invitation as he slipped off his shoes and plopped down next to her on the floor; leaning back as she wrapped her arm around his shoulder and hit the power button on the TV with her toe. Rushing to join the festivities, Bonnie quickly emptied the now steaming bag of popcorn into the bowl, and took her place adjacent to Mike; snuggling against him as the trio settled.
	The movie was good; not anything special, but enough to keep him engaged as he munched popcorn and tried not to think about how familiar the two were acting now that he’d given them free rein to sit so close. With each passing minute Bonnie seemed to snuggle up to him more, and had casually slipped her arm around his waist. Likewise, while Chica’s hand had moved from his shoulder to maintain a near permanent rotation between the popcorn bowl and her mouth, she had at some point swung her legs up over his, and showed little interest in moving them. But to Mike’s chagrin, the worst part of all was how much he was enjoying it. As much as he tried to remind himself that this was simply their way of being friendly, if it wasn’t for the slowly depleting popcorn bowl tactically placed over his lap, he shuddered to imagine their reaction at finding out just how much pleasure he was truly taking from their informality.
	“Oh I love this part,” Bonnie declared as she adjusted her seat and rested her cheek against his shoulder. “Wasn’t it just magical when he met the girl for the first time?”
	“I bet there’s something else that’ll be pretty magical when they do it for the first time,” Chica gave Mike a joking nudge; forcing him to mock a halfhearted chuckle at her terrible pun as she scavenged for the last few kernels. “Do you want me to make us more?” she pushed her fingers against the bottom of the bowl; emphasizing its emptiness and inadvertently pressing against his erection. “We’ve been going through the snacks pretty fast.”
	“Aha, no thanks,” Mike replied meekly while scrambling for an excuse in his head. “I uh, shouldn’t really eat anymore tonight. Trying to watch my weight; you know?”
	“Aw, there’s nothing wrong with a little padding,” Bonnie recanted as she placed her free hand on his stomach and gave it a pat. “Us robots are filled with it, after all. It’s what makes us so fun to touch.”
	His heart beat faster. Trapped between them and with nowhere to go, Mike’s eyes darted around for something, anything to take their focus away of him.
	“Oh hey, the movies almost over,” he practically blurted out as the climax of the film played out before them.
	Evil was vanquished, the land was at peace once again, and the two leads were reunited after the hardship they had endured. The movie ended on a faded cut to credits as the two lovers shared an impassioned kiss, and Mike suddenly wished they’d just watched old cartoons instead.
	“That was fun. So, what now?” Chica looked across to him and asked. “Got any ideas about where to take the night next?”
	“Well it’s up to Mike, of course,” Bonnie interjected while leaning closer and giving him a sly grin. “But that movie gave me a few ideas about a fun activity we could try.”
	“Oh yeah?” Chica responded playfully; moving closer as well and forcing Mike to sink into his seat as his boundaries were tested to their limit. “What do you say, Mikey? Do you want to play with Bonnie and me?”
	“H-h-hey,” Mike began to stammer as his vision was blurred and his heart practically thumped out of his chest. “W-what do you guys think you’re doing?”
	“I think-“ Chica quickly grabbed the bowl and swiped it from his lap; revealing the bulge between his legs and casing him to nearly go catatonic from the sheer embarrassment. “That we’ve been trying to seduce you for the past several months. And that you’re so far into denial about it that you can’t even take the bait when we get you to crawl into bed and cuddle.”
	“Aww, Chica, ease up,” Bonnie rebuked sympathetically before turning her attention back to Mike. “She is right though. We pretty much did everything but post fliers.”
	He groaned in response before putting his head in his hand from the shame of it all. Of course they had been perusing him. Of course all of the signs and singles were genuine. He had known all along, and in his attempts to keep their relationship simple and stable, all he had really done was deny reality in favor of a convenient and obvious lie.
	“Yeah,” he sighed; unable to find the will to open his eyes and look at either of them. “Yeah you did. I guess I just wanted to convince myself that all of it was just in my head.”
	“Would it really be so bad?" Bonnie replied after a brief but noticeable pause; sounding almost hurt that she even had to ask.
	It was enough to shake Mike out of his stupor. Looking up, the two of them were eyeing him expectantly, and Mike realized he was on the spot. Obviously he cared about them, and he knew exactly how they felt about him in turn, so why was it he was fighting this so hard?
	“No,” he admitted aloud; as much for his sake as theirs. “Of course it wouldn’t. I’m just… I’ve been worried, alright.”
	“What are you talking about?” Bonnie’s tone had shifted from heartache to critical in an instant as Mike finally admitted what they’d been pushing him towards for so long. “How could you be so scared you’d try and deny your own feelings for such a long time?”
	“Because I’m dumb,” he shot back defensively; causing Chica to snort as he attempted to give some justification to his inaction. “Look, I like you guys, but it’s kinda weird that you’re already together. It seems really cute on the surface, but I don’t really know how I’d fit into that. And then there’s the fact that I haven’t- I’ve never actually done any of this before.” He struggled to admit his last point; clamming up as the words left his mouth.
	“Hey, let me tell you something,” Chica cut in with an empathetic tone as she pulled him back up to eye level. “When Bon and me first became friends, it was like we were welded at the hip. Nothing could separate us, no matter how bad times got. Then, later on, when the restaurant started doing better and the upgrades came in, it just seemed like an extension of what we had before. There were these new parts and we had all these amazing new ways to express ourselves, but it was still the same old friendship.” She paused for emphasis; taking his hand into her own as she looked into his eyes. “Then, you came along; and it was like… It was like the two of us became three. That’s how you fit into it, you dummy. That’s how you’ve always fit into it. And the only thing you’ve been saving yourself from all this time, has been this.”
	She jutted forward and pressed her beak tightly against his mouth; leaving even Bonnie stunned as Mike found himself locked in a kiss with his unashamedly brazen companion. Though he wouldn’t call the feeling ideal, the soft malleable plastic that made up her beak contorted just enough to Mike’s uneasy lips that he found the experiences oddly enjoyable; and when she finally broke away, Chica took great satisfaction in the sight of her partner vainly attempting to close his slacking jaw.
	For a moment afterwards the room felt still. Mike seemed to be in a daze as he stared into Chica’s hopeful and expectant eyes; waiting for some kind of response or reaction after such a bold move. It came slowly at first. His hand tightened around hers and his eyes softened as a kind of acceptance set in over his uncertain mind.
	“I really have been acting like a bit of an idiot, huh?” he smiled weakly as it finally started to set in just how much he meant to them.
	“The dumbest,” Chica chuckled back before wrapping her arms around his back and hugging him warmly. “It’s okay though, it makes you fun to tease.”
	Unwilling to contain her affection now that the ice had finally been broken, Chica pulled him toward her and positioned him in her lap; poring over his chest and stomach with her soft wing-like hands and eliciting a slight tremble from his core as he contended with her unabashed advances. Sensing that the time had finally come, Bonnie moved in to assist her counterpart, and the two of them went to work unraveling the line of buttons doting his shirt. As tentative as he was, Mike allowed himself to became wrapped up in their actions; stowing his apprehension and reveling in every second of their tender caress. Chica worked her way upwards - rubbing her palms across his newly exposed chest - as Bonnie moved down - lightly kissing his stomach with each new open button until finally running out of shirt and laying eyes on the final latch atop of his slacks.
	“Ahh, w-wait,” he huffed; removed from his lust-fueled daze just enough to comprehend what she was planning next.
	“It’s okay, Mike,” she assured him in a saccharin tone as she unlatched the buckle. “No more waiting.”
	“I-it’s just,” he bit his lip; face red as Bonnie splayed open his fly and tugged away his pants. His tremble now full on shakes, Chica held him tighter as Bonnie wrapped her soft plushy fingers around his manhood; captivated by the sight as she gave it an experimental squeeze. “I- I’ve never done this before. I don’t think I c-can...” his embarrassment finally won out as his voice left him; causing Bonnie to look up toward him with a beaming, blushing smile.
	“Then I’ll take care of everything,” she practically whispered.
	Paralyzed with indecision, Mike could only watch as Bonnie raised herself above his stiff member and position it directly under her groin. Moving her fingers between her thighs, she reached for a nearly invisible seam in her otherwise innocuous outer shell; splaying it open and exposing a slit of pink synthetic flesh nestled between an otherwise unassuming mound of purple padding. He had always been aware that the mascots contained hidden anatomy – a benefit of one of the numerus cutting-edge upgrades they’d received throughout the years - but seeing in person like this felt almost unreal. Blushing at the sight, Mike couldn’t help but stare at the uncannily child-unfriendly modification Bonnie displayed as she began lowing herself onto him.
	The first thing he felt was an intense warmth; inviting and all-consuming as it enveloped the head of his shaft. Next was the texture. It was smooth and tight, and gripped him with such forceful constriction that made him wonder if he was causing her pain. But as Mike forced his eyes upwards, the only emotion Bonnie seemed to be display was unbridled excitement as she met his gaze with gritted teeth and an enthusiastic grin. In spite of the pressure, Bonnie easily managed to work herself down to his base; settling in place as she adjusted to the feeling of her self-impalement. In that instant, their bodies were still; and Mike wondered if perhaps he could hold himself together in the face of such an incredible sensation. But as the heat and the pressure and the constant little shifts and twitches gnawed against his unaccustomed senses, it quickly grew apparent that there was no holding back the inevitable.
	“I c-can’t-” he began to stammer; only to lose his composure and impulsively thrust upwards with a shuddering groan.
	His shaft tensed and spasmed; eliciting a fluttering moan from Bonnie as his orgasm finally arrived. It was almost painful - he had been pent up for so long; had denied himself for so long – when his first load finally came, it was as if it fought to leave his body. Grimacing from the strain, he rode out the discomfort as another discharge broke, and another, and another still; until eventually the contractions diminished and his body was able to establish some semblance of calm.
	“Eeeesy, Mike,” Chica cooed; rubbing his chest as his body lay ridged in her arms. “This is supposed to be the part where you relax. You’re more tense now than when we started.”
	“Ah- I’m sorry,” he huffed; fighting to loosen up and unsure of himself in the face of what just happened. “I didn’t mean to finish so fast. Ah, sorry.”
	“You’re worked up over that?” Bonnie asked him as she removed herself from his lap and took a seat at his feet; maintaining her toothy grin as she eyed the steadfast erection still sprouting from his groin. “Mike, I don’t know if you realize this, but nobody is just instantly good at sex. We’re not trying to make a porno here. We just want to have a good time with someone we care about.” She moved her hand down between her thighs and ran a fingertip over the very top of her slit as cum started to drip from the opening below; drawing his attention and eliciting a stimulated twitch in his eager anatomy. “None of this needs to be a blow to your ego.”
	“Girl’s got a point,” Chica chimed in; quickly catching on to what Bonnie had in mind as she wrapped her palm around his shaft and began to softly stroke it. “You can spend the rest of your life worrying about not living up to your own unrealistic expectations, or you can just accept that maybe it’s okay to look a little silly in front of your friends sometimes.”
	Mike shuddered as Chica’s touch made it apparent just how needy he still was. Moving on instinct, he bucked upward into her hand, and was rewarded with an acknowledging squeeze. Spurred by his apparent willingness to continue with their fun, Bonnie intensified her lewd display as she leant back and propped herself up with a free arm; provoking Chica to smooth her motion and nudge Mike forward to better concentrate on the show playing out before him. With his eyes focused squarely on her, Bonnie spread her lips wide and began rubbing the sides of her outer labia; letting the cloudy white fluid already dripping from her flow freely as it pooled on the floor as she.
	“So, what do you say?” Bonnie asked coyly; letting his cum collect on her fingertip before bringing it up to her mouth and giving it an experimental lick. “Do you want me to keep going?”
	Upping her game, she extended her legs and pressed the soft plushy tips of her toes against his shaft while plunging her fingers deep within her velvety folds; pleasuring the both of them in unison as Mike watched on with bated breath.
	“Y-yeah,” he admitted with a shaky huff; utterly enamored by her performance and thoroughly intent on seeing it though. “I would really like it if you kept going.”
	Happily complying with his request, Bonnie carefully curled her toes around the head of Mike’s cock as she worked her two middle fingers in and out of herself; subtly gyrating her pelvis in time with her rhythmic self-pleasure until he felt a shiver permeate though her legs. As her toes stretched and tightened around him, Bonnie paused to exhale an airy sigh as she contended with the effects of her little exhibition.
	“I think she’s having fun,” Chica continued to inch him closer. “Do you think she’d like it if you helped her out?”
	“Would you like to?” Bonnie asked eagerly; her tone open and encouraging as she widened her thighs and removed her hand from her pussy as if granting him an invitation. It was a call too enticing to pass up, and Mike found himself drawn towards her waiting arms as Chica made the final decisive push to get him up out of her lap. There was no hesitation this time. No slow buildup or uneasy moments of reluctances. As Bonnie wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him in, Mike wasted no time delving into her slick gaping nethers; causing her to giggle and gasp at his unexpected but much welcomed tenacity.
	Just as before, the feeling of warmth was the first sensation to hit him. This time, however, it was somehow more manageable. The heat and the texture and the constant tugging of her velvety flesh still drove him wild as he struggled to adjust to her enthralling touch, but his body had calmed somewhat since their last encounter; allowing him the leniency to better come to grips with the intensity she provided. Unsure of how to compose himself after starting out so strong, Mike did what came naturally and slipped his hands around her waist before experimentally tugging and thrusting against her in an attempt to come to grips with his role in their shared embrace.
	“What’s the matter, Mike?” Bonnie spoke low and close as she pressed his forehead to her own; staring up at him with bright doughy eyes as she started working her body against his. “Can’t you see how much I want this? Just keep up and we’ll get there together.”
	Heeding her words, Mike tentatively set a pace for himself and tried to stick to it. His thrusts were still relatively slow and uneasy, but from what he could gather from body-language alone, Bonnie was nothing if not thrilled by the gesture; locking her legs around his hips as she ran her fingers across his back and gyrated in time with his movements.
	“Don’t be scared. I know you want it too. I can feel it,” she said as Mike indeed felt himself begin to lose control once more. “You want to make me feel all warm and full again.”
	Her calm and pleading voice rang like sweat music in his ears as she quickened her movements and pushed him to go faster in turn. With no other options, he attempted to match her speed; surpassing any pace he could reasonably endure and allowing his body to dictate his actions. Bonnie’s legs shuddered against his hips as he forced himself into her harder and deeper; pushing himself beyond his limits as his shaft began to tense in preparation for his second orgasm.
	“Ah! I knew it!” she gasped approvingly as his first load splashed against her. “I knew you could do it. I knew we would get there. Ah! I-it’s so warm.”
	Utterly delighted by his by the onset of his climax, Bonnie snuggled her head into his cheek and neck as she kneaded against his trembling body. For his part, Mike was pleasantly surprised to find the experience far more satisfying than his first encounter. Whatever buildup he had previously amassed had all but dissipated after his first orgasm, and now he was free to enjoy the unbridled ecstasy of his current circumstances without the unpleasant repercussions of abstaining for so long. And god did he enjoy it. There was a primal satisfaction to the act; letting go and allowing himself to be happy as he shivered and strained against Bonnie’s gripping form. It felt right. Even after the moment had passed, Mike couldn’t help but continue to hold her tightly and grin like a fool as she giggled and blushed and hugged him back with a happy loving warmth that was somehow even more satisfying than the more carnal actions that had just proceeded. He wanted to tell her just how much she meant to him - wanted to say how sorry he was that he didn’t accept her advances sooner - wanted to kiss her and hold her and never let go - but when the time came for the two to finally break away, Mike found himself completely lost for words. All he could to was stare into her eyes and hope that he had done right.
	“I’m glad it was me,” Bonnie finally broke the silence between them as she moved a hand to his cheek; rubbing it gently and gazing lovingly into his eyes. “I’m glad I could be the one to share this with you first.”
	His heart swelled as he struggled to find the words to respond. What could he say in the face of that? How could he hope to respond to something so heartfelt? Perhaps it was lucky then, that Chica was there to think of something for him.
	“Aww,” she moaned affectionately; causing Mike’s heart to skip a beat as he was suddenly reminded of the other person present in the room.
	 Bonnie immediately burst out laughing as Mike contended with his elevated heartrate, before pulling away from him with a kiss on the cheek and a final happy hug as the two sat upright next to each other.
	“That was great!” she exclaimed with chipper enthusiasm.
	“Y-yeah?” he replied bashfully; still unsure of how to react, but far less self-conscious now that he’d had some time to adjust.
	“Perfect! I couldn’t have asked for anything more,” she assured him gingerly; before glancing over at Chica alone on the sofa. “Well, maybe there was something was missing.”
	Bonnie got up and stretched her limbs before walking over and joining her counterpart on the couch; cuddling her affectionately before eyeing him to join them. Watching the pair for a moment, Mike followed suit and took a seat opposite of Bonnie; pinning Chica between the two of them and happy to feel her lean back into him.
	“Sorry we left you out,” Mike sighed as he adjusted to the body pressing next to his; still a little bothered by the fact that he had legitimately forgotten she was there. “Guess I got a little carried away.”
	“I wouldn’t worry about it too, much. You know how Bonnie can get wrapped up in things,” Chica brushed off the matter as she glanced over towards her counterpart and jokingly whispered aloud. “Didja see her using her feet? Now that is what I call getting carried away.”
	Tilting his head across the couch, Mike looked over to see Bonnie begin to pout as Chica snickered to herself; obviously enjoying the turnabout after being left on the sidelines for so long.
	“I’m not gonna lie,” Mike loudly whispered back. “that was actually pretty amazing.”
	Her snicker to evolve into a full on belly-laugh as Bonnie sheepishly tried to cover her growing blush. Unable to stave off her infections attitude, Mike let loose a chuckle of his own as Chica squeezed the two of them tightly against her. At first, Bonnie wanted to protest, but as her two companions shared a laugh together, her expression softened upon realizing how easily Chica had managed to turn a lewd situation into a completely casual interaction; same as any other they’d had since they started working together.
	“For real though, I’m glad you’re having fun,” her tone became a little more serious as the clatter died down. “I’ll be honest. There was a part of me that worried you were never gonna shake yourself out of that dumb rut of yours.”
	It seemed harsh, but Chica was never one to mince her words. In truth, he had always assumed intimacy just wasn’t for him - that it was some far off concept he could potently get around to experiencing in the vague and indeterminate future – so it wasn’t even as if she was speaking without merit. Even now, small part of him wanted to feel sorry for himself for how accommodating the two of them were being, and another still wanted him to be ashamed or feel patronized, but he refused to let those notions take hold. Not now. Not after they’d been so open with him. Mike didn’t know what he did to deserve having not one, but two incredible women in his life, but he was done trying to run away from them.
	“I’m glad you knocked me out of it,” Mike looked across to the two of them as he spoke; the words containing a sense of validation to them as he admitted it out loud for the first time. “You two are amazing, and I’m glad you finally talked me into this.”
	“Aww, I am too,” Chica pulled him in tighter as Bonnie nodded in solidarity. “So when you’re feeling up to it, maybe you show me some of the same appreciation you did with Bon just now.”
	“Ahah,” as used to this as he was getting, Mike still couldn’t help but let out a nervous chuckle at her forwardness. “I guess I do own you that much.”
	“We,” Bonnie corrected him as she placed her palms over Chica’s shoulder. “We, own her some attention. There’s no reason we have to take turns, after all.”
	Chica grinned excitedly at the prospect as Bonnie moved in to rub her back and plant a series of kisses against her neck; prompting Mike to follow her lead and move in to do the same. Basking in the attention as their hands and lips explored every crevice and seam in her plushy yellow form, Chica closed her eyes and sunk into her spot between them; thrilled as Mike began to experimentally fondle the pillowy lumps of padding that made up hear breast. With their advances growing bolder by the second, Chica decided to up the ante herself, and took hold of Mike’s adventurous hand to slowly guide it downwards. At her command, his fingers drifted delicately against her stomach and pelvis; creping deeper and deeper until finally brushing against the sensitive mound of warm anatomy nestled between her thighs.
	“Ohhhhh, that’s wonderful” she murmured as a shudder ran through her pelvis and legs; catching Bonnie’s attention and stirring her from her own advances.
	Below her, Mike was gently caressing the outermost layers of Chica’s vulva; spreading and teasing the inner lips every so often, and making her quiver with excitement as he tempted her with promises of more to come. Deep within, her silken walls instinctively clenched and moistened after having been denied contact for so long; a Bonnie couldn’t help but beam at the sight of her two best friends so enraptured in each other’s pleasure.
	“You two having fun?” she smirked; a devious idea crossing her mind as she watched her counterpart grow more and more enamored with Mike’s touch. “You know, you’d never guess it from the way she lets on, but Chica has a little philosophy when it comes to our more adult anatomy. She told it to me a little after we first started experimenting together.”
	“Oh come on, Bon. Mike doesn’t need to hear that,” Chica clamed up; and for the first time he could remember, Mike sensed a hint of apprehension in her usually confident voice. “You know how dumb stuff said in the heat of the moment can be.”
	“It’s not dumb, it’s beautiful. And I’m sure Mike would love to hear it,” Bonnie looked over to him with a devious grin spread across her cheeks.
	“Actually, I really would,” he humored her; prompting Bonnie to bite her lip excitedly as Chica momentarily waffled on whether or not to say more.
	“It’s just that… We were built barren, you know?” she reluctantly attempted to explain. “So getting access to something like this for the first time, it was kind of an eye opening experience. And then after my first time with Bonnie… I never realized you could be so close to somebody. Not like that. It was like- like a little microcosm for how we interact with each other. I don’t know, it’s hard to explain,” she petered out.
	Mike thought back to his experience with Bonnie just a short time ago, and had to confess, he wasn’t quite sure where she was coming from; so she certainly raised a few questions in his head. More intriguing however, was the fact that he had never seen this side of Chica before. That outer layer of snark and playful sarcasm she wore so effectively seemed to melt away the more heated the situation became, and Mike wanted to see just how far he could take it.
	“We’ve got the time,” he pressed her; both figuratively and literally as he intensified his lustful massage. “And I really would love to hear it.”
	“Alright, do I put this?” Chica reasserted her control over his hand; bringing his fingers back to the periphery of her vulva as she began. “See, everyone has an outer layer that they use to protect themselves. Even if it’s all warm and inviting, it’s still pretty tough compared to what’s beneath.” She brushed his hand against her mound for emphasis. “When we find someone special, we let them in a little more. We make ourselves vulnerable and we trust them with what’s beneath the surface.” Following her eyes downward, Mike watched as she guided his fingers up and down her slit; assisting in his gentle motions against her soft sensitive faux-flesh as she persuaded him ever deeper. “You h-have to be careful though. Everything is so sensitive; so fragile. No matter how high the potential for happiness is, you open yourself up to pain and abuse too. It’s not always easy figuring out who you should share that deeper self with. But when you do find that right person-“ She pushed his middle finger into her canal; the buildup of slick fluids from her near continuous arousal throughout the night easily letting him probe her as she tensed from the contact. “It’s like the greatest feeling in the world. Like you lose yourself in them. Their happiness makes you happier, and it just keeps building and building until…”
	Chica tried to continue, but found herself unable as the buildup of pleasure finally grew too much for her to bear. No longer able to form words, she pressed him harder against her as Bonnie gently rubbed her body and cooed into her ear. Doing his best to enhance the experience as well, Mike began moving his fingers on his own; pumping into her in time with her contractions and making sure to keep his actions slow and deliberate as she clutched his hand with shaky resolve. With the two of them working together, Chica’s body was brought to its brink, before going slack in a sea of orgasmic bliss and the warm fuzzy afterglow that followed.
	“Do-” she huffed; catching her nonexistent breath as she looked up toward him with a placid, satisfied expression. “Do you see what I mean?”
	“I do now,” Mike muttered back; floored by the experience they just shared as well as the realization that Chica was far more romantic than he’d ever given her credit for.
	As the excitement died down, the three sat contentedly together in the wake of Chica’s afterglow; cradling and caressing each other as the minutes passed by. The night so far had been nothing but wonderful, but as much as he enjoyed the visceral thrill of the act itself, what Mike truly cherished were the quiet moments such as this. Hanging out as friends or grappling each other in the heat of the moment may have had their appeal, but there was something special about the idea of simply being able to sit in silence with someone he cared about; to say nothing, and know that nothing needed to be said. Chica had been right all along. He had been so worried all this time about letting them in for fear of it being a mistake, even though they wanted nothing more than to make him happy; and the moment he finally realized that, he was able to experience something far greater than simple physical pleasure. Whether it was Bonnie’s bubbly warmth or Chica’s surprisingly methodical passion, Mike felt like he had come to know them better, and had come out a better person for it.
	“listen, uh, I know they might be coming out of left field,” Mike stumbled over his words as he attempted to convey the thoughts that had been running though his head since his time with Bonnie, but had only just now taken form. “I… I just wanted to say-“
	“We love you too, Mike,” Chica pecked him on the cheek, and for the second time that night she had said something to make his heart skip a beat. “That’s sort of what all this is about, you know.”
	“I… yeah,” was all he could respond with; welling up and blushing now that the words were finally out in the open.
	“Ah! He’s clamming up again. Quick, Bon, get your feet out!” Chica ribbed them with a happy grin; once again catching wind of a shift in mood and promptly setting it straight before the potential for awkwardness could set in. In response, Bonnie let loose and embarrassed laugh and gave Chica a halfhearted shove in a vain attempt to get her to stop teasing. “Oh, I see how it is. Fine, if you’re not gonna step up, then I’ll do the job myself.”
	Chica slipped down to the foot of the couch and eyed Mike’s manhood before wrapping her hands around him and giving the head a tentative lick, only to throw caution to the wind and dive in headfirst. Unsure of what to expect considering the relative toughness of her beak, Mike was surprised to find the inner lining soft and warm to the touch; nothing as extreme as their lower entrances, but utterly engrossing all the same. Her tongue lashed and coiled against him as Chica experimented with how to best approach this new task she set for herself, and Mike couldn’t help but take some small satisfaction in the fact that for once, one of them was just as out of their depth as him. After all, if their earlier words were true, then this was Chica’s first attempt at giving oral stimulation; and as much as he was enjoying it, her lack of skill showed.
	“Ahh, take it easy,” he reached out and placed his hand on her head; evening out her movements as he slowly guided her up and down.
	Not to be left out, Bonnie crawled across the sofa and drew Mike’s attention away from the action between his legs; planting a single kiss on his lips before taking hold of his head and plunging back in for a deeper, more prolonged embrace. Together, the two of them poked and probed him with mouths and tongues, and he savored their affection with every new suckle and caress. Eventually, Bonnie started working her way down his chest; lowering herself next to Chica and taking a place at his feet as her partner scooched over to allow some extra room.
	“For the record, I love you to,” Bonnie smirked as Chica reluctantly ceded her prize; though not before opening her mouth wide to allow Mike to view his member resting on her saliva drenched tongue.
	“I know, Bon,” Mike replied earnestly as he gave one of her ears a loving rub.
	Bringing her muzzle down to his base, Bonnie began intimately licking the side of his shaft. In turn, Chica mimicked her actions and took her position at the other side; bringing her lips parallel to Bonnie’s as the two shared a proxy kiss through his lavished erection. Though the statement felt all to common at this point in the night, the feeling they provided was utterly amazing. Moving his hand down from her ear, Mike rubbed their scalps and attempted to contend with their ever heightening advances as the two of them pored over his manhood with loving devotion. Working over every inch of his skin and muscle, their actions grew more impassioned with every second, and Mike once again found himself on the cusp of a complete sensory overload.
	It wasn’t just him, however, that could feel the coming climax; as both Bonnie and Chica were intimately aware of how close to the edge he had grown. Deciding to be the first to capitalize on the situation, Bonnie brought her muzzle up around the head of his shaft and dragged her tongue around its sensitive rim; taking Mike completely by surprise as she forced him to unload into her mouth. What came next, however, was a shock to them both; as Chica moved to join her and share in the experience as well. Bringing the edges of her beak around Bonnie’s lips, their two tongues tangled and intertwined around his head as it continued to discharge against their soft sensitive probes. Too overwhelmed to even attempt to interfere, Mike simply tilted his head back and closed his eyes he rode out what he could only describe as a truly, utterly prefect moment; loosing himself to their combined love without a single negative thought crossing his hazy, happy mind.
	“You know,” Chica licked her lips as the discharges dried up and Mike’s indomitable erection finally began to show signs of giving way. “I feel like we should have opened with this. Seems like a much better icebreaker than just throwing him into the deep-end with you.”
	“No way,” Bonnie shook her head before reaching out and wiping away a trail of cum dripping from her counterpart’s beak. “You’re just jealous that you didn’t get to him first.”
	“Pfff. What do you think Mike?” the two of them looked up to find their partner completely out of it; breathing slow and heavy as he stared blankly at the celling with one hand on his forehead and the other completely slack at his side.
	“Whu-what?” he blinked a few times and focus downward.
	 “We were asking if you wanted to watch another movie,” Bonnie responded innocently as she tugged him down between them.
	“If- If it’s all the some to you guys,” Mike closed his eyes as he came to rest on the pile of blankets and mats where their night had started; sinking in to the foot of the sofa as his two companions once again took their place at his sides and leaned into his body. “Do you think we could just do this for a little bit? Just until I catch my breath.” He put an arm around each of them as the pace of his breath and the beating of his heart slowly came down to more manageable levels.
	“Sure thing,” Chica responded happily. “After all, it’s your birthday.”