[Uni. #2, P. 1, HELLA NSFW]Bonnie Bunny's confession

With a groan, your body shutters and shakes once more, releasing another load into Chica's body. Her legs are wrapped around your waist, arms around your back, and head resting on your shoulders as she accepts more of your seed. Speaking in a deep Bronx accent, she grinds her hips on yours, milking you for every drop.

"Ohh Moikey, ya' such a big maaan~!"

You lay under her, panting softly as she hugs your body, even if you're still twitching inside of her. This is the third night of your little 'affair' with Chica Chick, one of the Mascots at your shitty night job as Guardsman of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. You certainly don't remember the animatronics looking the way they do, but quite recently, to your knowledge, they got a bit of a visual facelift by...the name escapes you. You just remember the odd initials 'MT' plastered on their name badge as she ran like a mess, tearing off the older costumes, scrubbing the things out, and replacing them in their new, cuddly looks. The children practically knocked the door down once these guys were introduced. Upgraded voice modules, increased articulation, and almost no desire to rip and maim a human being. You heard stories of the last guy; yeesh.

Chica, however, presses her beak to your cheek, resting comfortably on your lap. With a bit of a wriggle, you pull yourself free from between her legs, and instead just focus on the snuggling aspect for post-coitus activity. You admit, you were scared shitless of her before, but now you actually look forward to your night shift...even if she likes to tease you during relations. You do realize, however, that you've been distracted from the cameras for quite a bit.

"Chica, I need to check the cameras...do you mind getting off of me for a moment?"
"Awww, but -whyyyy- Mikey? We've all saids our sorries, and no one's been 'round 'ere for nights now! 'Cept for me, of course~."
"Chica, please. Last thing I need is someone running in and seeing us like this. It'd be nice to know that Foxy or Bonnie--"

If Chica's arms were actually wings, she'd have hit the roof with the speed she hopped off of you. Before you had time to ask her what the issue was, she shoved the tablet into your palms, nodding her head quickly.

"Roight! Yer' right Mikey boy! Check the cameras, check 'em good!"
"Is there something you'd like to tell me, Chica?"
"Nope!"

You stare at the yellow devil, frowning slightly as she smiles oh-so-innocently, but regardless, you check the cameras. Camera by camera you flick and click, and a worrying issue comes to light. Freddy is in the bathroom, where he's been hanging out as of late, and Foxy is hanging out in the Cove; he's been docile ever since he got remodeled. Mostly just staring in the mirror at his now-complete body. But Bonnie, however...

Check your blindspots.

Your hand flies towards the left 'LIGHT' button, trained through a long time of terror induced quick reflexes.

Bonnie is standing in the doorway, and the look she has on her face tells you that she's about to break down and cry. In her purple hands (paws?) she holds a pizza box, which is currently trembling in her grasp. It's fresh; the smell is unmistakable, and the note that says "For my favorite guardsman" gives you a hint that it's for you. You're currently standing at half-mast, pants around your ankles. Chica, on the other hand, is making small steps towards the door on the right. The box drops to the floor as Bonnie jumps on Chica, assaulting her violently...by pounding her closed fists on Chica's chest like a child. Even if you can't see tears, the tone of her voice makes it sounds as if she's sobbing, quite violently.

"Of all the people! I expected the Fox to do this, but Chica, why you?! You know how I feel about Mister Schmi-"
"Mistah Mike doesn't need 'tah hear about it like this, Bonnie. Consider ya' tone when you're tryin' ta' sound all girly like."

Bonnie seemed to be infuriated by this.

"MY TONE?! I asked for you're help in confe-"
"Confetti, for the show tomorrow?"
"No, confe-"
"Confectionaries? We don't bake here, silly!"
"STOP INTERRUPTING ME!"

Bonnie is absolutely furious alongside being absolutely heartbroken. You're not sure what to make of the situation, with Chica trying to calm down the raging rabbit. Finally, you speak up.

"Bonnie; why are you so upset at Chica?"
"Moikey, I wouldn't-"
"She's a backstabbing, yellow-feathered...CHINESE MANUFACTURED KNOCK-OFF!!"
"EXCUSE ME?"

You step in between the two before the situation gets any worse. You're still half erect and kind of just...letting it flop around. You take Bonnie by the shoulders and hold them, squeezing them a bit as you look at her. She's upset; sniffling even though she's not producing any sort of mucus or tears, and trembling. You speak calmly and carefully.

"Bonnie, dear, why exactly is Chica a...yellow-feathered...yeah."
"Sh-she was supposed to help me with my shyness, so I could..."

She stops, seeming more hurt than she lets on, and slightly embarrassed.

"So she could confess to you, Mistah Schmidt."
"CHICA!"
"What? This is -painful- to watch, Bonbutt."
"S-STOP CALLING ME THAT!"

The rabbit is more flustered than sad or angry at this point. She's resorted to pounding her fists on Chica again, who is just smiling and patting her head with the occasional 'there there'. You clear your throat, the duo turning to you.

"I'm sorry. Confess?"
"Y-You know. The whole...confessing your uh..."
"She's been aftah ya' since your first night, Mistah Mikey!"

The rabbit leers at the still smiling chick, who is now sitting on the desk and kicking her small legs idly. Bonnie, however, is looking at you with an expression that can be compared to that of a child dreading a scolding from their parent. You can't tell if it's feedback from the speaker, or the motors in her suit vibrating wildly to simulate the trembling, but you think she may be whimpering. Her hands are resting on her chest, gripping her small bow tie and fidgeting with it to relieve some of the nervous energy. You begin to speak softly.

"You're interested in me, Bonnie?"
"She wants yah carrot, Mistah Schmidt!"
"Chica, please."

Bonnie nods meekly, shrinking as she does so. Her admittance must be tearing her apart, given how shy she is, or at least portrays herself to be. You give Bonnie the quick once over. Compared to the leering rape-titan she was, the newer model of her seems...more rounded, cuddly. She's not "fat", but Chica certainly wasn't incorrect in her name calling. Bonnie's ass is goddamn astounding. Not sure what that remodeler was thinking when they decided to give her a rabbit donk, but there's no complaining coming from you.

"Ohh, I think he likes yah too, Bonbutt!"

You wonder what Chica means when she says that, but her grinning and Bonnie's fixated stare both seem to indicate the same thing. You stared at Bonnie's booty a bit too much, and the chubs have turned into a full erection. You'd cover yourself, but any sense of shame has long since been demolished after they saw you screaming and pissing yourself while using the chair as a makeshift bludgeon. Shame is for the dead. Bonnie's resorted to covering her eyes as Chica just keeps kicking her legs, enjoying Bonnie's clear embarrassment. It's nothing she hasn't seen or had inside of her.

"Sorry about that. Bonnie just has some interesting...features."
"Yah mean her butt, right?"
"STOP IT, CHI-"
"Yes, among other things."
"...L-Like what?"
"Well, you seem a lot more cuddly, now. How about a hug?"

Bonnie freezes up, stammering out a long list of excuses, ranging from 'I'm too old' to 'I might hurt you'. Chica, however, has gotten herself off the table. Moving behind the bunny, she gives her a slight push. Your arms go up and you step back to brace yourself, before catching Bonnie. She's nowhere near as heavy as her new look gives off, but she's not exactly light. She just kind of stays there, head against your chest as you squeeze her; her head is incredibly hot, with a bit of smoke coming from her ears. You assume this is how they blush. She straightens herself up a bit, the trembling, shaking limbs starting to hold you in return, hugging you properly. The head of your dick is rubbing against her body, though, which might be a little awkward. She looks up to you, still appearing as if she's on the verge of tears. Chica, behind her though, is making a kissy face and pointing to you, then to Bonnie.

Fuck it.

You lean in closer to Bonnie, and before she has time to protest or complain further, press your lips against hers. You can hear the motors in her head whirr wildly, her ears flying upwards. The grip she has around your waist tightens a bit, the rabbit attempts to pull her head back at first, but that resistance quickly fades. Then it hits you. You need to take this a step further. You grip her right arm slightly, tugging at it to signal for her to move it away from you. She does, slowly at first, before you do the most depraved, sexual thing you can.

You grip her hand in yours, interlocking your fingers with hers. She collapses onto the floor, panting and smoking from every possible exit, a small puddle of lubricant under her. If this isn't robo-arousal, you don't know what is. Chica, however, begins clapping her feathers together.

"Give 'er tha carrot!!"

You kneel over her writhing body, taking her hand once more and squeezing it. She looks up to you, eyes barely open, legs twitching and squirming opening with a quiet mechanical click. Her free hand finally rests on her chest; she's a sight to see. You couldn't imagine anything more personal than sex in the missionary position with the lights on, holding hands. Neither could she, apparently.

"M-Mister Schmidt?"
"Yes, Bonnie?"
"Please...d-don't hold back! D-D-Dooooo...D-...F-FUCK ME LIKE YOU FUCKED CHICA!"
"'Atta goil!!"

You waste no time even giving her time to prepare herself. That little request of hers alone is enough to make you want to finish, and she DID say to do her like you did Chica. You don't think she understands just how...rough you are with her, though. You align yourself rather quickly before pushing in, cutting off Bonnie's sentence before the first word finishes. What was once a "Wait" has turned into "WaAAAAAAAAAAH!"

There's a soft clenching as her legs wrap around you, and a harder one as she contracts, spasming on the ground with an expression locked on her face, mouth agape. You can't tell if her eyes are rolled up in the back of her head or if they're turned off completely.

"Aww, is little Bonbutt cummin' from just that? I'd hate 'tah see how ya take the rest of Mistah Mikey~"

Bonnie doesn't reply, muttering some broken defense that's lost in her orgasm. You push into her, leaning over a bit more to reach her face. Squeezing her hand just a bit more you, you resort to kissing her lips again. This means a lot to the rabbit, as she apparently cares for you more than just on a physical level. Her ears have drooped down to the sides of her head as she pulls you in with her legs, driving you deeper into her. Chica is watching with amusement, leaning down over Bonnie to get a good look at her expression as you drive yourself into her.

"See Bonbutt? I told ya that I'd help ya get Mistah Mike~! But ya seem so -shyyyy-! Why, before, and get this Mistah Mike, she was tellin' me in the lil' goil's room about how bad she wanted ya to put it in 'er! Was so flustah'd by that she almost overheated a servomotor! I guess ya can say this is a lil' bit of a dream come true for 'er...I think she's about to-"

Chica is cut off by another static-filled groan. Bonnie's expression has changed again; it's one of sheer embarrassment, but her legs don't loosen up. They lock around you tighter, holding you inside of her. Does she get off to this?

"Go on, Chica. Continue."
"Oh? Well, she told me that she would watch ya every mornin' when you were leavin', and every night when you'd come in! She even tried 'ta go to the lost-n-found for a camera so she could take a little picture of ya! She has a biiiiiig crush on ya, Mikey! But why do ya want me to keep goin'? Isn't it embarrass'n for little Bon-"

Another groan, this time squirting lubrication onto your abdomen.

"-butt...is she enjoyin' this?!"
"I think she likes being embarrassed."

Chica's expression goes from amused enjoyment to sadistic torturer. It's similar to the smile she had when she was trying to murder you. She leans in closer to Bonnie, taking the tip of one of her ears into her mouth, tugging on it. Bonnie squeals in confused delight, clenching your member again. She's tight and only getting hotter; not uncomfortable, but if you stay in here for much longer you may be looking at a hell of a spicy kielbasa when you're finished.

"Keep going, Chica!"
"First ya' beg me to help you get with Mistah Mike, and now you're gettin' off to him bein' told what ya did? Bonbutt, you're such a dirty goil. What will the kids think about it?"
"More...she's getting close again!"
"I have a better idea, Mistah Schmidt."
"What?"
"Say you love 'er!"

Bonnie spasms at that, quite wildly. Her eyes have gone wide, and she's starting to buck under you, against you, pushing you into her faster than you were thrusting. Chica nods to you, still biting at the rabbit's ear teasingly. You're about to finish. Gonna deliver more than what the rabbit wants! Squeezing her hand on yours, even taking her other one in to your grasp, you lean in and kiss her. With an exasperated groan, you tell the rabbit what she wants to hear, before you start to fill her just like you did Chica.

"I love you, Bonnie!"
"I-I-I LOVE YOU T-TOOOOOOAAAAAAAHHHH--"

Her yell, alongside her most powerful orgasm yet, are cut off by her collapsing on the ground. She's still contracting and squirting quite roughly, but you think she...passed out. Chica shakes her head, making a small 'tsktsk' sound.

"Goil worked 'erself so hard she overheated! She'll be fine, Mistah Schmidt - 'ya didn't break her with your dick!"
"I'm glad...she seems swe-"

Chica hops back onto your desk, legs spread. She smiles.

"But you should break me with it!"

Four AM. You don't see why you shouldn't burn the midnight oil with a fifth load.