[LEWD] Partying With You

Jeremy put his hand on his chest to calm his pounding heart. He'd just had a close call with Toy Bonnie, who'd skated across the room and then retreated to the vent like always. Once he was calm he pulled up the cameras to wind the music box and check on the locations of everyone. Thumb pressing firmly on the box's button to crank, Jeremy scratched his cheek. He was pretty sure that mask was giving him a rash.

Down the hall, Toy Chica watched with much interest. Who was this new guy? Why couldn't she take her eyes off of him? Something in her chest felt funny, and the animatronic rubbed her hand against it. Was there something wrong with her servos?

Regardless of all the questions, Toy Chica knew one thing for certain. She was fascinated by this new person.

Of course, she couldn't stand around and do nothing all night, so Toy Chica reluctantly turned away from the mysterious man. Toy Freddy had asked her to get some cleaning supplies out of the service room, and she always saw a job through. That wasn't to say she couldn't come back later, though.

Of course, when later came Toy Chica was confused. The new guy had gone, and Freddy was in his place. She'd seen Freddy sitting around in that room a few times over the past week and thought nothing of it, but now she just wondered where the other guy had gone. Part of her was also upset. Mad, even. Why did Freddy take her eye candy away?

She marched down the hall to give him a piece of her mind, and Freddy stared at her the whole way. Once she reached the desk he was sitting behind she glared down at him. Words failed her, though, and with an angry squawk she threw her hands up, spun around, and walked away.

"What the hell?" the guard muttered.

For his part, Jeremy was confused. He had yet to see any of the animatronics act like that. Then again, he admitted, this was only his first day on the job. There was no telling how many quirks they all had. He took his mask off and rubbed at his cheek again, idly following Toy Chica's movements through the restaurant. What a strange bird.

Toy Chica swung by again just before six o'clock. She had spent the past hour putting straight the whirlwind of emotions and thoughts in her mind. As the minutes counted down until she and the others would have to return to the stage, she made the decision to go speak with Freddy. Talk a bit about how he was doing, maybe offhandedly mention the guy that had been sitting at the desk earlier and maybe even get the bear to introduce her.

All thoughts flew the coop when she rounded the corner and saw that man again. He was back. He was back he was back he was back he was back! Her little celebration was cut short by the sound of a vent clanging. The man quickly whipped on a mask, and Toy Chica was blown away. That hadn't been Freddy at all, it had been this cutie wearing a costume head!

Toy Chica contentedly watched the man work up until six, at which point she unenthusiastically returned to the stage. For his part, Jeremy heaved a sigh of relief. Yet another close call right before the end of his shift, this time from Mangle. He couldn't get distracted just because it was almost time to clock out. What if Mangle had grabbed him, dragged him up to the ceiling, and dropped him? He could've broken his legs!

Jeremy chuckled at his own wild imagination. As if something that outlandish would happen.



It was a half-hour into the next night's shift, and Jeremy was in trouble. Toy Chica had made a beeline for his desk the moment midnight struck and hadn't left since. She just stared down at him with her hands clasped behind her back, rocking back and forth and humming. It unnerved him.

Toy Chica, meanwhile, was having a wonderful time. Neither of them said anything, but then again neither of them needed anything to be said. It was almost like they were on the same wavelength. Unfortunately, like all good things it had to come to an end. The chicken had duties she had to perform, so for now they had to say goodbye.

Toy Chica was just about to turn to leave when a thought struck her. Why not give the guard something to remember her by? She quickly untied her bib and placed it on the table, suddenly bashful and unable to look at the mystery man in the eye. She ran off, desperate to stay but also eager to leave.

Jeremy pulled up the mask and immediately started cranking the music box. That had been a close one. His eyes were drawn to the bib lying on his desk. He picked it up and ran his thumb over it. The fabric was rough, and when his thumb brushed over the lettering he found it to be raised.

"Now, what was that all about," he said to himself. Then he shrugged. Probably just one of those quirks these animatronics had. Mangle and Toy Bonnie had some of their own, so why not Toy Chica as well? Sure, she apparently had a few more, but it was no big deal.

Toy Chica visited a couple more time during the night, but she never left a memento again. Once the end of his shift arrived Jeremy left with the bib. He awkwardly approached the stage and put it back on Toy Chica.

"Sorry," he muttered while tying it behind her neck. "Management'll get mad at me if you lose this."

Unknown to Jeremy, Toy Chica was disappointed. However, she refused to give up. Just because he couldn't take her gift home with him didn't mean he couldn't admire it while he was there. Surely he would love a reminder of her presence. In fact, if she gave him something good enough then he'd definitely keep it!

The next night went similarly to the previous one. The only difference was that this time Toy Chica had popped off her beak and given it to Jeremy. He had silently freaked out about this until she was out of sight. What if management thought he broke her? He'd be fired for sure!

Toy Chica was also freaking out, albeit for different reasons. She couldn't believe she'd let the object of her affections see her endoskeleton! Sure, it was only her mouth, but still! It was the principle of the matter.

When the end of his shift came Jeremy ran to the stage and hastily popped Toy Chica's beak back in place and left before anyone came and noticed. If he was lucky nobody would notice. If he wasn't he'd just say that it was fine when he left.

Toy Chica stewed for a while on stage after that. Why hadn't he taken her beak home with her? Was it not good enough? Was SHE not good enough?



Jeremy came to work prepared. He'd refuse whatever gift Toy Chica gave him. It was too much of a hassle worrying about how she'd mutilate herself next.

That night was a weird one, however. Toy Chica didn't make straight for him as she had previously. In fact, none of the animatronics got anywhere near him. They didn't even enter the rooms on the same hall as his. The Withered animatronics stayed huddled together in Parts & Service and the Toys and Balloon Boy all stayed in the areas they started in.

When at last Jeremy saw one of them at the end of the hall, it was of course Toy Chica. He donned the mask as quickly as he could and waited for her approach. Sure enough she strode down the hall and into his office. She hung around for a while, longer than she ever had. It unnerved Jeremy after a all, and made him uncomfortable.

Toy Chica, meanwhile, was on cloud nine. She giggled to herself. She'd been so silly to think that the man hadn't thought her good enough. Of course she was! He was just distracted by the other animatronics was all. A few words to everyone had solved that little problem, though. Sure, some of those words were forceful, but sacrifices had to be made for the greater good.

Toy Chica had also thought long and hard about her next gift. She eventually decided on her eyes, or at least on the lens built into her costume head. By taking those out the two could look each other eye to eye. Surely this man would fall in love with her when that happened! Not only that but he could take them home with him, and then it would be like she was always watching.

It was perfect!

A loud thump in the distance drew both of their attentions. Jeremy yanked up the mask as quickly as he could while Toy Chica was distracted so he could check the cameras. His heart sank. The music box was completely unwound, and the Puppet had tossed aside the box's lid.

The Puppet wasted no time in racing across the restaurant and down the hall. To its surprise, however, an animatronic was blocking its path. Jeremy watched Toy Chica stomp  over to the doorway, and when the Puppet arrived she shoved it back. He heard what sounded like whispering, and after some wild gesticulations from both parties the Puppet turned around and left.

Toy Chica turned back around, proud. She'd forgotten about the Puppet, but now that it knew what the deal was she was confident it wouldn't bother her man ever again. Toy Chica skipped back to the desk. Now was the perfect time to give her man his gift, and she was certain he'd love it. She popped out her eye lens, ignoring the other party's flinch, and slid them across the desk.

He slid them back.

Toy Chica froze.

Neither of them moved until six o'clock came, and Toy Chica woodenly turned to walk back to the stage. Her movements were jerky, as though she was fighting against her programming. Jeremy sighed and pulled up the mask, glad to be free of it finally. He stooped over to put the mask, tablet, and flashlight away when pain bloomed in the back of his skull.

Jeremy blacked out.



It was an unspecified amount of time later when Jeremy fully came to. He'd been slipping in and out of consciousness for a while now, but his memories were hazy and he couldn't tell what had happened between the end of his shift and now. His mind felt groggy, his muscles felt stiff.

Jeremy looked around, trying to figure out what was going on. He was tied to chair sequestered in darkness. It looked like Parts & Service, but not an area of it visible on the camera.

A noise came from behind him. Jeremy strained to turn his head but couldn't get a good look. Right as he was about to call out a hand patted his head. Then, Toy Chica walked around from behind him.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she said. Her voice was feminine and bubbly and buzzed with an underlying static.

"What's going on?" Jeremy asked. "Where am I? Why am I tied up?"

Toy Chica covered her beak and giggled. "In order: I brought you back here so that you didn't have to leave; You're in a nice, isolated corner of the building that no one ever comes to; I wanted to make sure you wouldn't do something silly like accidentally wander off." Toy Chica tilted her head to one side. "By the way, what's your name? I never learned it."

Jeremy couldn't think straight. "It's... it's Jeremy." Toy Chica clapped her hands in delight and repeated his name a few times. "Why?" Jeremy asked. His head still ached and made it hard to focus. "Why are you doing this?"

Toy Chica laughed again. "Because I love you, duh." Jeremy froze in shock. "That's such a silly thing to ask, though. After all, you love me too right?"

The silence stretched on while Toy Chica awaited a response. "Riiiiiiight?" Jeremy didn't respond.

Toy Chica pulled off her bib and stuffed it in Jeremy's mouth. "Well," she said, sounding angry. "If you won't say that you love me back, then you won't say anything at all." Toy Chica then eyed Jeremy up and down, then narrowed her eyes. "Actually, I have an idea. One that'll really change your tune."

Jeremy bent down and grabbed the waistband of Jeremy's pants. Then she yanked them down, popping the button and breaking the zipper in the process. Jeremy frantically shook his head once he figured out what she was doing. Toy Chica ignored him, roughly palming his genitals and giving them a squeeze. She wrapped her thumb and forefinger around his soft member and tugged at it.

The physical stimulation was clumsy and amateurish, failing entirely to make him swell. Toy Chica, frustrated at the lack of progress, got down onto her knees and placed Jeremy's member in her beak. Her tongue came into play, swirling around his soft shaft and flicking against his head.

This was enough to make Jeremy fly at half-mast, against his muffled protests. It wasn't enough for Toy Chica, however, and so she lubed up one of her fingers and prodded at Jeremy's asshole. He clenched and jerked his hips away from her, but Toy Chica was insistent. One hand came to rest on Jeremy's pelvis and forced it to remain still with crushing force. Her finger pushed harder and harder until it popped inside of him.

Jeremy let out a muffled shout into the bib. Toy Chica's tongue continued its ministrations, coating every inch of Jeremy's member with clear, artificial saliva. Her finger, meanwhile, rubbed an stroked Jeremy's colon. It curled up this way and that, searching. When she felt Jeremy tense up around her she knew she'd found what she was looking for.

Toy Chica attacked Jeremy's prostate with a singleminded determination. She prodded and massaged and stroked and pressed against the bundle of nerves, and Jeremy squirmed from the foreign sensations. Against his will, his cock reached full erectness in Toy Chica's beak, to the chicken's delight.

Unfortunately, the beak was proving to be a bit awkward to use, so Toy Chica removed her head from Jeremy's crotch to pop it off. Then she was back at work, slobbering all over Jeremy's cock. She licked up and down the side, nuzzled it, smooched it as best she could with her endoskeleton's mouth. She completely worshipped at the altar of Jeremy.

Once she felt as though she had sufficiently paid tribute, Toy Chica opened her mouth wide and took Jeremy into her mouth. Luckily, the overseas company that had made her and the other Toy's "state-of-the-art" had included a few additions as part of their basic package, and a rudimentary mouth and throat was one of them. It was made of some sort of silicone mixture, soft yet firm, that Toy Chica wasn't sure of the name of. All she knew was that it probably felt good for Jeremy, judging by the way his hips jerked and shook.

Jeremy groaned into his gag. It all felt good, really good. He looked down only to see Toy Chica looking back up at him with adoration as she steadily bobbed her head on his crotch. She took him from head to base with a constant rhythm, never deviating from it. The animatronic swallowed every time her forehead pressed against Jeremy's stomach, the walls of her throat stroking Jeremy's cock. Then she created a vacuum in her mouth while she pulled back, artificial mouth clinging to Jeremy's shaft. Every time she reached the top she paused, allowing her tongue to circle around Jeremy's head and lap at the opening there.

This process was repeated for a few minutes. Up and down her head went, blue eyes locked with Jeremy's. Then she switched her strategy up. As much as the muffled moans and whines from Jeremy showed her how much he was enjoying himself, Toy Chica still wanted proof of his love. So, she picked up the pace.

The chicken's head was now slamming into Jeremmy's groin as she fucked her face onto him. Her tongue writhed within her mouth, firmly pressing against the underside of Jeremy shaft and head and massaging them. Her throat began to rumble, a side-effect of her neck servos being unable to maintain the speed she at which she bobbed her head. One of her large hands came up to fondle Jeremy's sack, and the other began to viciously pound at Jeremy's prostate.

As much as he hated all of this, it proved to be too much for Jeremy. His stomach clenched and his cock swelled and throbbed. He moaned loudly into the bib in his mouth as he emptied himself into Toy Chica's. The animatronic pulled back until one Jeremy's crown was in her mouth and massaged the underside of it with her tongue. The hand at Jeremy's balls came up to stroke the shaft, making sure ever drop of cum was deposited into her mouth, while the finger that was still bullying his prostate prolonged the orgasm and forced out even more cum.

Toy Chica's cheeks glowed as she pulled herself off of Jeremy. Her hand continued stroking, making Jeremy twitch and shiver and shout from the attention his overstimulated head received. Toy Chica ignored all of this, swirling the load inside of her mouth with her tongue and pretending that she could taste it.

When she was at last finished with her fantasy, Toy Chica swallowed Jeremy's love down. She stopped jerking his spent cock and removed the finger from his ass, causing Jeremy to sigh with relief. Then she stood back up and looked down at her lover, at the object of her affections.

"Oh, Jeremy. Now a part of you will always be inside of me." This seemed to flip a switch in the animatronic, and her eyes glowed in the darkness of the room. "A part of you... inside of me," she muttered.

Before Jeremy could process what was going on, Toy Chica's hand rose to his head in a flash. She caressed his face, ignoring how he leaned away from her, and softly ran her fingers through his hair. Then she gripped it and yanked. Jeremy's scream was stifled by the bib but still loud as Toy Chica pulled her hand away, some of his hair still wrapped around her fingers.

The animatronic brought her hand to her mouth. Her tongue darted out and licked at Jeremy's hair as though tasting it, before Toy Chica brought her fingers closer to her mouth. She devoured the hair , each individual strand getting sucked into her mouth and down her throat. She laughed and looked down at Jeremy, who had tears running from his eyes.

Toy Chica removed her bib from Jeremy's mouth. "Well? How about now? Do you love me yet?"

Jeremy panted and blew some snot hanging from his nose. "Fuck you," he simply said.

Toy Chica narrowed her eyes. "That can be arranged," she said, before stuffing the saliva-soaked bib back into his mouth.

Toy Chica took a step back and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pink panties. She slowly and sensually pulled then down while shooting a smoky look at Jeremy. Once she was done she stepped out of them and stood up straight, exposing her smooth and barren pelvis to the guard. Then she fiddled with her suit. Her yellow pelvis separated along the sides and fell off in two pieces, front and back.

Underneath was the ball joints for her hips, some stray wires, a metal strut connecting her hips and supporting her spine, and some metallic gray silicone with an indentation. Toy Chica prodded at the indentation, and through his tears Jeremy could see that it was actually a hole. A hole that looked suspiciously like a vagina.

Toy Chica stomped back over to Jeremy, straddled his lap, and grabbed his still hard member. With one hand she spread her silicone pussy open, and with the other she guided Jeremy to her hole. Then she sunk down, not stopping until Jeremy had bottomed out inside of her.

Jeremy moaned despite himself. Toy Chica was warm, and tight, and for some reason she was slick with lubricant. The chicken wasted no time, immediately bouncing up and down in Jeremy's lap. Toy Chica's walls hugged Jeremy's cock invitingly. Her passage curved and twisted, and as a result pressed against Jeremy's length in interesting and very pleasant ways. Bumps lined the depths of Toy Chica's pussy, and with every bounce they rubbed him and massaged him.

Jeremy moaned when Toy Chica slammed her hips down harder than she had been. The animatronic softly laughed, then rocked her hips side to side and back and forth. The sensation felt maddening. Her pussy stimulated every inch of Jeremy's cock, shooting jolts of electricity up his spine.

Then Toy Chica leaned back, bracing herself against Jeremy's knees. This new angle brought with it all sorts of new sensations for Jeremy. Toy Chica shook her hips in circles and small thrusts, feeling quite pleased at the way Jeremy screwed his eyes shut. Her crotch rose and fall in short waves, the animatronic riding the guard as though she were a boat in the ocean.

This soon grew boring to Toy Chica, though, and the animatronic leaned forward. She cradled Jeremy's head to her barren chest, thumbs rubbing at the tracks left on his cheeks by dried tears. She lifted and dropped her crotch more now, pulling away until only Jeremy's tip remained within her and then dropping back down to the base.

Then Toy Chica decided to step it up a notch. Her pussy began to flutter around Jeremy, clenching him tighter and tighter every time. Jeremy groaned. Toy Chica continued bouncing in her lover's lap, making her walls spasm and quiver around Jeremy's length. Her pussy clung to him, resisting every time he shaft was pulled out and sucking it back in every time Toy Chica lowered herself back down.

Toy Chica pulled Jeremy's head back and forced him to lock eyes with her. Then she removed her blue eye lens so that she could look directly into his eyes and began to pant and moan. "It's almost... oooh, it's almost like I'm cumming around you. Why don't you do the same for me, baby?"

Ridiculously, this started to push Jeremy over the breaking point. Toy Chica felt his cock began to swell and twitch inside of her. In response to this, she pulled herself up until only the tip of it remained inside of her and stilled. Jeremy, on the edge and desperate for release, thrusted his hips upwards. He humped Toy Chica from below, chasing his orgasm. Toy Chica laughed, delighted to see and feel Jeremy finally reciprocating.

Toy Chica slammed her hips down on Jeremy as fast as she could. Jeremy groaned and shut his eyes, finally cumming. Toy Chica could feel each and every shot, every twitch of his cock. She continued bouncing in the guard's lap, her walls squeezing hard with every upstroke to milk him of his load.

When Jeremy was finally done he sucked in air through his nose. Toy Chica settled back down in his lap and rubbed at her stomach, content at the feeling of heat deep within her. The feeling of his cum, the physical proof of his love, pooled in her artificial womb nearly drove her delirious. Jeremy felt so good and his cum made her feel so good, so wouldn't more be even better?

Jeremy was startled when Toy Chica began to ride him again. His muscles seized and he shouted into his gag. His cock was already beginning to soften, but the overstimulation of his sensitive head revived his erection. The lack of recovery made his groin ache, but that was overwhelmed by the intense pleasure Toy Chica was causing him.

Jeremy fought against his rope bindings, but Toy Chica was undaunted. She kept riding Jeremy instead, rolling her hips with need. The lubrication was flooding out of her now, creating a wet squelch every time Jeremy bottomed out in her. She cupped Jeremmy's face with both hands and leaned her forehead against his.

"I love you, Jeremy," she said. "I just want to make you feel as good as you make me. Don't you love me, too?"

Jeremy moaned. Snot ran out of his nose and he started to hyperventilate. The animatronic in his lap ignored this and ground her hips into his. Then she pummeled Jeremy's crotch some more. Jeremy continued to jerk and twitch beneath her, nerves on fire because his sensitivity had not yet gone away.

Toy Chica decided to slow down after a while. She adopted a more delicate, almost sensual, pace, smoothly sliding herself up and down Jeremy's length. Her pussy gripped him even tighter and started to contract. The animatronic would pause every time she'd sunk all the way down to Jeremy's base and every time she reached the top. Then she'd give her hips a little shake and continue.

This treatment proved to push Jeremy over the edge once more. Toy Chica sat down in Jeremy's lap while he flooded her passage and hummed a little song, rubbing his chest and whispering words of encouragement.

"Mmm, that feel's great. Yeah, that's it. Let it all out. Let all your worries drift away."

Jeremy moaned and thrusted his hips as hard as he could into the heavy animatronic pinning him down. He pumped his cum directly into the reservoir at the end of her artificial pussy. This second load, so soon after the first, proved to be more than it could handle. Toy Chica's womb couldn't take it all, and Jeremy could feel his cum squirting out of Toy Chica's pussy and leaking onto his balls.

Toy Chica could feel this as well, and she brought a hand behind her back to scoop up the excess cum off Jeremy's sack with a finger. Then she used that finger to plug up her creampied pussy, making sure that all of Jeremy's cum stayed inside of her. Once Jeremy had finished twitching and his balls were completely empty, the animatronic slowly extracted his cock.

The chicken palmed her pussy and pressed against it to keep and cum from escaping. She hopped over to her discard pink panties and quickly pulled them on. Jeremy could see his cum soaking into and staining the crotch of them, and Toy Chica brought her fingers down to rub it into the fabric.

Toy Chica was ecstatic. Now she'd always have a physical reminder of Jeremy. Once his cum dried on her panties, she would be able to feel it every time she moved.

Toy Chica walked back over to Jeremy and pulled the bib out of his mouth. "So, Jeremy. What do you say?"

Jeremy swallowed back some bile and forced a grin onto his face. "I-I love you, Toy Chica."

"And you'll never ever leave me?"

Jeremy frantically shook his head. "No, never."

Toy Chica hummed. "Well, I suppose I could always shove you into a suit. Then we could be together forever."

Jeremy panicked and shook his head harder. "No!" he shouted. "There's no need to do that, I'll never leave you. I promise."

Toy Chica giggled. She collected the two pieces of her pelvis, walked over to Jeremy, and gave him a smooch on the cheek.

"Well, better safe than sorry~"

The animatronic slammed the sections of her pelvis into Jeremy's shins, snapping them immediately. Jeremy's scream of pain was stifled when Toy Chica shoved her fingers into his mouth. Jeremy could taste the bitterness and saltiness of his now cold cum on his tongue. Tears ran down his cheek as he cried into Toy Chica's hand. The chicken shushed him and soothingly rubbed his head.

Once his sobs subsided, Toy Chica removed her fingers. She used those fingers to scrape some blood off Jeremy's now exposed shinbones, drawing a wince and a shudder of pain from the guard. She brought her fingers up to her mouth and licked them clean. "There we go, another part of you that'll always be inside of me."

This gave her an idea, and Toy Chica reached into the space between her head and torso and pinched open a tube that was there. It immediately began to spray a foul-smelling oil, and the animatronic forced Jeremy's mouth to it. The guard yelled and struggled against her neck, feeling the liquid filling up his mouth, but Toy Chica didn't let him pull away until he swallowed it.

"There!" she said happily. "Now you'll always have some of me inside of you, too!"

Toy Chica cradled Jeremy's head to her chest and rubbed his back. "I know, I know. It makes me want to cry, too. After all, we're going to be together forever. Not even death will separate us."