Fredrica's ch5 pt1

You wake up to the sound of your alarm. According to the display, it’s 6 pm in the evening. Though your schedule is all thrown off due to working these odd hours, you know that it’s Friday. Tonight with be your 5th at Fredrica’s. Your arm flops out from under the cocoon of blankets you had made on your pre-owned twin-sized mattress and slaps at the clock to silence it. You groan as you sit up, your stiff muscles protesting against your idea of moving. You thought of yourself as rather fit, and up to any exercise-based challenge, but dancing. Dancing was a lot of work.

It was especially hard when your classmate and your instructor were both robots with seemingly unlimited energy. But you did enjoy it, weirdly enough. You just wished they had reminded the human among them to do some stretches before jumping right in.

There were certainly benefits to the physical labor. Though you wouldn’t admit it out loud, seeing Bonnie in her dancewear alone was worth the muscular anguish. When you had come in Wednesday night for your first lesson, you were totally unprepared. Bonnie’s closet, while expansive and quite nice, tended to stay on the modest side, with long sleeves and high collars and large puffed skirts that hid her frame. Leotards leave nothing to the imagination at all. You had never realized how wide and thick the bunny’s thighs were along with how, uh, generous, her bottom was. While you had gotten a taste of it your first night when you caught her in one of Chica’s outfits, this was the full buffet of tight, curve-hugging body gloves. Even her small bust was accentuated by the thin fabric, as well as her perky little nipples. She looked very embarrassed, and, as soon as Chica started snickering while taking glances at your crotch, you were in that same boat. Dancer belts are the single worst thing at hiding a boner.

But after the initial nervousness, the bird lead both of you to the stage and started drilling on dance routines. Bonnie’s expression was uncomfortable as she glanced out at the empty tables in the dining room. She shot a look at you, and you gave her a smile. She seemed a little better after that. Neither of you were that graceful or well-timed. At one point she stumbled and you caught her in your arms. You had expected her to be much heavier due to being an animatronic and full of metal, but she was actually quite light, probably weighing as much as a human of her height would. The thankful look in her eyes nearly made you melt.

But today was going to be Bonnie’s first night performing. She had been feverishly lost creating her outfit for the act the last couple of nights, so after rehearsal, you tended to not see her much, aside from checking up on the security feed in the costuming department, where she would be rattling away at her sewing machine.

In fact, sometimes you would spend all together too long watching her, resting your head in your hands and happily losing yourself in her work as much as she was. You caught yourself doing it again some time around 4am Thursday morning, and it earned you a prod in the head from Carla.

“There are other feeds to look at, you know,” She said teasingly. You had gotten so lost you had forgotten the cupcake was there, making you jump a little when she touched you.

“Oh uh ah, yeah, yeah, next feed please,” You replied.

She switched the camera to a far less interesting view of the main dressing room where Foxy was doing her make up. You sighed a little.

“In all my years in this business, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a guy fall so hard so fast,” The dessertbot stated.

You straightened up. “What do you mean?”

She gave you a look that showed she wasn’t believing a single inch of your innocent facade. “Mike, I might be a cupcake, but I’m not stupid. You’re crazy about that girl.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say like CRAZY crazy, but well, I mean, I do like her a lot and I respect her as a friend and-”

“Booooologna,” she interrupted, “It’s obvious you’re head over heels. Remember when you first saw her in the leotar-”

“Okay, that would have happened to ANY guy, cut me some slack.”

“Just admit it, Mike. I’m not going to judge you. We’re friends,” The pastry plopped onto her bottom on the desk and crossed her arms, waiting for a response.

There was no point in holding it back, so you gave in, “Okay, yeah, I’m… I’m kind of… In love… Just.... a lot…”

Carla claps, “Good, because Bonnie said the same about you~ As well as a few ~other~ things.”

You opened the drawer and fished out two sugar packets, shaking them like a bag of pet food for an animal. The robot couldn’t resist, taking them and devouring them in seconds flat. After enjoying her bribe, she spoke up. “I heard that when Daddy’s in tomorrow night, She’s going to ask for his and Mama’s blessing to pursue dating you, but you didn’t hear that from me.”

The rest of that morning had been a blur, even getting home was only a vague memory. You pull yourself out of bed and stagger to the bathroom. You look like hell, but you’ll get over it. Before the end of your shift tonight, you might have a girlfriend after all.