SpringBonnie x Anon (I'll probably think of a name later)

	It was a few hours after work when he finally came back; sulking around the employee entrance to make sure no one else was working late that night. Just like she said, the door was unlocked and the alarm disable. Despite all the trouble they could get into for this, both agreed that the risks far outweighed the reward. Peaking his head in through the restaurant's back door, he was immediately greeted by the sight of his partner in crime; sitting on the floor and idly humming to herself as she waited unaware of his presence.
	“What's that song, Spring? Sounds pretty.”
	With a quick 'Eep!' Spring Bonnie jumped to attention; ears standing up straight as her eyes darted about in a panic; quickly catching sight of her cause for alarm.
	“Darn-it! Don't startle me like that you jerk,” she berated; shaking her fist and letting out a sigh of relief at the sight of her companion. “I haven't been that spooked since last Halloween.”
	The man chuckled aloud before closing the door behind him; making sure to keep quiet despite having no one else around. “ Oh yeah. That drunk guy who thought you were in costume. Did you ever end up calling him? He sounded charming.”
	Spring groaned and shook her head with a bashful smile. “Don't be silly.” Stifling a chuckle, she turned away and started walking down the long dark hallway leading to the stage; the would-be intruder quickly following in toe.
	“Besides,” she glanced back at him; smiling warmly as she slowed her stride to allow him to catch up with her. “I've already got a boyfriend. Remember?”
	It had been a few months now since Spring Bonnie had started dating one of her daytime operators; the two having grown quite fond of each other in the weeks and months they spent as performers for their local Fazbear's pizzeria. Though plenty of people had put her on and worked along with her in the past, he in particular had grown closer than anyone she'd ever known before. The ease in which the could talk, the way they could work and move in sync, the simple pleasure they both received from just being together; it was hardly any surprise to either when the two admitted their feelings for one another. Of course, once it all finally came out in the open, so too did the difficulties of coping with such an unorthodox relationship. These things just weren't done. She was a robot; a prop; not something set up for love of mature affection. There was no preset programing or company policy she could turn to when it came to matters like these. Still, Spring's heart -or at least whatever her synthetic equivalent was- was calling the shots on this one, and she took comfort in knowing that her partner was trying just as hard to make this work as her.
	Romantic lunch-breaks; alone time during company gatherings; showing up after hours to retrieve some miscellaneous object that had been 'accidentally' left at work; their time together was sporadic, but always appreciated. So there wasn't much debate when it was suggested that he simply sneak in after hours so the two of them could have the prolonged private time they both desired. The building closed at ten, and security never actually showed up until twelve. That gave them a two hour window to do whatever they saw fit; and as the two of them approached the stage, both quietly resolved to themselves that they would make the time they had tonight count.
	Taking a seat on the empty platform, Spring patted the spot next to her and beckoned her partner to join her; taking him by the hand and leaning into his side the moment he was seated. Though her body dwarfed his considerably, he happily took the weight as she wrapped her arm around his shoulder and let out a happy sigh.
	“I wish it could be like this all the time,” she weakly proclaimed; the strain of their secret taking its toll on her usual perky demeanor.
	“Yeah... I do to. But this is just how it is. I think people might be catching on to us. Or at least suspecting somethings up with me. The manager was literally waiting for me at the front lobby when I left my driver's license here yesterday.”
	“Aww, c'mere,” she squeezed him tight; pressing his body deeper into her plush exterior as she continued snuggling her cheek against his head. “No more talk of that tonight. I'm sure last thing either of us wants is to spend the rest of the night complaining about coworkers.”
	“You sure?” he grinned. “Cause you seemed pretty content yesterday spending half an hour bitching about that chick who wears you on weekends.”
	“That's because Becky sucks and smells like old tuna-fish,” Spring grumbled; her tender mood all but vanishing in a sudden fit of agitation. “You know what she said about one of the kids yesterday? She was all-”
	“Yes, jeez. I remember,” he cut her off; lightly pushing her head away in a bid for her to settle down. “Becky is the devil and all children are pure innocent snowflakes.”
	With a quick huff she forced herself calm and nestled her body back against his. “Right, yeah, okay. Just so we're clear.”
	Mellowing out, the two of them sat together in silence; soaking in the static serenity of the now empty restaurant. Spring let out another happy sigh as she felt her partner once again relax and nestle into her soft padded body. In the past, she had always thought of the hours after work to be a never ending slog; dragging on seemingly forever until opening time came around and fun could be had once again. But with someone else to share her time with, even the calm quiet moments of her life seemed like something worth looking forward to. Taking one last look at the darkened party room laid out before them, Spring closed her eyes and moved her arm downward; feeling for her partners hand and clasping it in her plushy paw; taking comfort in the simple joy of his presence as the minutes flew by unnoticed.
	It was only as eleven approached that they finally stirred from their embrace; Spring still savoring the quiet intimacy, but longing for something more. Hand slowly drifting up her partner's arm, she took hold around his back and did her best to plant a kiss on his lips; looking down to him with a quiet but obvious longing.
	“So, I guess some cuddling and light conversation wasn't all you had planed for this evening.” he smirked; almost glowing with affection as he looked up at his looming yellow companion.
	“You caught me,” she purred; breaking away from their embrace while keeping a hand firmly planted on his shoulder. “I mean, if you want to. Honestly, I could spend the night just doing nothing as long as you're around with me.”
	Placing his hand over her own, her stroked its with his thumb and giving her a knowing nod of approval. On his word, she lowered her fingers over his shirt's topmost button; her large padded digits undoing his collar with surprising delicacy as he kicked off his shoes. Though he tried to assist at first, Spring would have none of it. For all the time that he had worn her, there was always something between them; some thin sheet of fabric keeping the majority of his soft fleshy skin from her sensitive insides. It would have been highly inappropriate for him to go out on the floor nude of course; and as much as the idea of him being so vulnerable and exposed titillated her, she couldn't in good conscious risk that sort of indecency on the job; both for his sake, and the children they entertained. But they weren't on the job now, and there wouldn’t be any kids around for another eleven hours at least. Barely hiding the satisfaction, she purposefully moved down the line; personally undoing each button before slowly slipping the shirt off his chest the moment the last of them was undone. Finished disrobing his top, Spring watched as he stood up and quickly dropped his pants to the floor; leaving nothing of his body unrevealed save for a tight pare of boxer-briefs doing a terrible job of covering the bulging erection protruding from underneath.
	“Well,” she said somewhat shakily. “I guess that's about it.”
	“Oh? Are we feeling shy all of a sudden?”
	Were she capable of blushing, Spring's cheeks would have been as red as her Toy model counterparts. Suddenly finding herself unable to maintain her composure, she quickly covered her mouth and averted her eyes away from her nearly nude partner.
	“Hey, it's okay. We all lose our nerve sometimes,” her partner did his best to calm her. “Do you still want to uh... ?”
	She nodded in response; forcing a glance back in his direction before turning away from him and revealing the opening in her back. “You can, um, take those off yourself though. I just... I mean, I've never-”
	She stopped as she felt a hand on her shoulder; calming her nerves and reminding her why they were doing this in the first place. Even if all this made her a bit squeamish, there was something inside of her eager to see things through. They were together, after all. She had already defied her programing for him on several occasions; and in time, this would simply be another one of those hurdles that she would overcome. For now though, she was relived that it was him who had the agency here; and even throughout the apprehension, she excitedly waited to receive him.
	Far from simply being a hollow shell, all modern Springsuits were equipped with a dizzying array of safety and comfort related amenities, mostly thanks to a series of lawsuits and investigations pertaining to the safety and general quality of the first generation models. Aside from the impressive mental capacity and comprehension abilities of her on-board A.I., Spring's interior was checkered with pressurized sensor pads that could be inflated and retracted at leisure; allowing her wearer to remain snugly secure as she monitored everything from vitals to emotional state. Though an amazing technological achievement in of itself, Fazbear engineering saw fit to one-up their own incredible -if entirely unnecessary- ingenuity; programing Spring with multiple subroutines that, when activated, would allowed her to experience a secondhand approximation of whatever she detected. Simply put: if her operator was hungry, she would feel hungry as well. If they were tired or sick or require medical attention, she too would feel whatever ailments they suffered from. While intended as a sort of motivational tool to spur the suit's A.I. into action, both Spring and her partner had learned long ago that there were far more entertaining things to be done with such unique capabilities.
	Spring relished the feeling of being put her on; the act coming as naturally to her as smiling or giving a hug. Tonight however, every empty cavity and hollow limb filled felt that much more satisfying knowing it was him in there; completing her one body part at a time. Head first, moving up into her own as his arms found their way to their sockets. Next came the legs; feet and knees lining up as their two bodies matched pose and posture; joining together in unison for what would be the most intimate embrace either would know. Satisfied with his positioning, she began closing the seam in her back; trapping his body within her welcoming shell; her sensitive inner walls posed to compress and embrace him; hungry to feed off the raw data of his naked fleshy form.
	“All ready in there?” a speaker chirped to life inside of Spring's head. “I um- I'm good here.”
	 He shifted slightly, trying to find the best position before she secured him in place.
	“Seems roomier in here now that I, ya know, not wearing anything,” he snickered uneasily. “Anyway, I'm ready... I think. Let's take this slow though, just in case.”
	She flexed her fingers, and took note of the presence inside of each. It was always the first thing she could feel. Even without her sensors active, she could sense them there; alive and as much of a part of her as anything else. After a pause, she nodded to herself and began; activating her pressure pads and expanding her interior around his body. He squirmed at the touch, and she cursed herself for not activating their data retrieval capabilities first; enticed by the notion of his initial apprehension. Still, the moment passed and his body quickly eased into her own as she made minute adjustments to each section; making sure that nothing was misaligned before moving on to the next step. Content that everything was in its proper place, she proceeded and activated her temperature controls, and a quick burst of cool air rushed over her insides as internal fans went to work compensating for the significant new heat source now dwelling within her. Again she cursed herself for following standard activation protocol; feeling a shiver run down the body within her and wondering what it must be like for him in there. Was he nervous? Did he enjoy the little jolts of unexpected stimuli? The moment had come to find out for herself. Stealing her nerves for the final step of their merger, Spring activated her sensor array; immediately shuddering as a cascade of new information bombarded her waiting mind, overwhelming her processor as various subroutines activated and went to work interpreting and sorting every new peace of data that flowed into her. Sensor walls trembled and compresses against the body inside of her; tenuously examining every bit of the barren flesh with which they had been so graciously presented. It was too much for her to handle. His body alone was enough to push her to her limits, but there something more at work here. The lust and longing she gleaned from his body pushed into her mind like a force of nature. His body screamed for rapture, and she was powerless to deny their now shared desire.
	“Ahhaha...” Spring's voice wavered as her body convulsed around its tenant; her interior chaotically rippled against his flesh as her mind tore in two; half begging for an end, the other screaming for more. Together they buckled to their knees as Spring clenched her arms around her torso; hugging herself as if it would somehow bring her closer to the person within. Inside, her partner's body tensed and clenched; vainly attempting to maintain composure as his host mindlessly prodded him from every conceivable angle; quickly pushing him to his limits as he held on for dear life. Closing her eyes and clenching her jaw, Spring could feel as the buildup inside of her finally gave way; her partner grunting and convulsing as his first discharge splashed against the inside of her stomach. Overwhelmed and confused, she attempted to shout; only to find that her voice had all but left her. Again and again he relieved himself, grinding against her soft padded interior as he coated her insides with warm sticky fluid. Wonderful and terrifying, each release brought with it an indescribable pleasure in which Spring was entirely helpless to react to; forcing her to simply hold still and cope as best she could as each load brought them closer to the end.
	As his orgasm died down, Spring felt as her partner went slack inside of her; his physical longing all but dissipated as her lust and confusion gave way to calm and complacency. Finding herself maintaining the same stiff posture she had held during her impromptu overload, Spring loosened her locked joints and carefully seated herself on the edge of the stage; lying back and closing her eyes before turning her sense inward to focus on her partner's feeling of calm; slowly lulling her into her own state of relaxed acceptance as the two lay together in a post-coital haze.
	“Boy, uh, guess I kind of over did it there,” he gasped; still at ease, but suddenly cognizant enough to feel self-conscious over how quickly he had surrendered to his urges. “Maybe we should have eased into this a little better.”
	“Mmmmmmmm,” Spring groaned happily in response. “It never actually occurred to me just how little of your surface aria I usually interact with. I guess I'm still a bit... sensitive. You know what I mean?
	“Haha, yeah,”he chuckled; grinding his flaccid member against her interior for emphasis. “I think I've got an idea. You're not the only one who was feeling, uh... sensitive.
	Spring snickered in response before giving her partner a quick squeeze; finding it easier to take in all the extra data now that she was in a less excitable state. Enjoying the sensation, she began inflating the pads along her partner's back in waves; massaging his recouping body and working him him over for any good vibes she could.
	“Ohhhh, hey, that's nice,” he wearily moaned; her touch provoking his limp shaft to slowly stiffen once again.
	No longer an overwhelming force, his formerly uncontrollable lust had reemerged much more tempered now that he too had experienced his own personal overload. Testing the waters, Spring pressed tightly against his lower regain; the semi-flaccid muscle beneath quickly solidifying at her touch as he uttered another exhausted moan and instinctively ground into her.
	“Ahh! Jeez, Spring. Nothing takes the fight outa you, huh? Give a guy a minute though, would ya?”
	“Mmmhmm, I would, but you hardly seem to need one,” she coyly teased; and with another enthusiastic squeeze she found his zeal increase yet again.
	As her partner tensed in responses to her unexpected actions, Spring reveled in the feeling of power she had over him. Her mind quickly flashing back to her own moment of helplessness a few minutes prior, she began toying with her powerless lover in fit of self-indulgence; rippling her sensor pads in waves down his torso and limbs; vibrating her inner walls and letting her all-encompassing grip overtake him.
	Their relationship was built on trust after all; not just the trust between fellow coworkers, but between lovers; partners in life who existed for each other alone. More so than anything, she trusted him no matter what; and even as his body shifted and shook and twinged and twisted within her, never once did she feel the slightest hint of doubt within him. Closing her eyes, Spring allowed her attention to turn fully inward; focusing entirely on her partner's raptured body as she bent it to her will; captivated by the pounding of his heart; giddy as his skin sweat and his muscle ached from the sheer intensity that she provided him; delighted by each jerked and thrust of his manhood as it kneaded against her in primal desperation. But even above all that, there was something far more wonderful; something no sensor could detect and no amount of prodding could wring out. Beyond any feeling of physical pleasure existed the love she felt radiating off him him; burning past her plastic and metal form and touching her at her very core. Holding onto that feeling over all others, Spring squeezed her partner's body as tightly as she could; and for the second time that night, wished that the moment between them could last forever.
	“Gahh ahh! Spring, I'm gonna-” he shouted; no longer able to contain himself against her intimate onslaught.
	Gritting her plastic teeth and unable to contain the feeling inside her; Spring brought her hand over her barren crotch; rubbing against it in a mindless haze as she cried out in rapturous bliss.
	“Oh! Oh god! I-I love you. Oh god!”
	Again and again she wailed into her partner's ear; arching on her back and bucking up into her palm as the pare shared their second orgasm of the night. Letting loose a torrent of hot sticky seed, Spring's insides pulsed around her partner from all sides; her bodily embraces coming in time with each of his loads. Pulsing and vibrating against his aching manhood; her lover continued to paint her insides white as she milked him for everything he had; both parties to finally coxed still as his seed seeped down past their back and chest, sticking somewhat uncomfortably to each.
	Her partner finally coming to rest, Spring still trembled in ecstasy as she slowly eased herself down from her awkward pose; completely drained of energy and still unwilling to deal with the slowly cooling puddle of cum that had formed inside of her. For minutes the pair found themselves simply lying on their back; staring up blankly at the stages ceiling.
	“Ahh ahh ahh. J- Jesus, Spring,” her partner huffed; finally breaking the intimate -if sticky- moment between them. “Maybe- ahh... Maybe next time you let me be in charge. We can write poetry or hold hands or something.” he wheezed, barely able to get his words out passed his own haggard breath.
	“Haha, yeah, that's fair. I sort of feel like I go to some weird places under the influences of your dick.” Spring giggled; feeling clearer of head and suddenly questioning a few of her earlier thoughts now that their lust had subsided. “You um... You had fun though, right? I mean, did I take things too far?”
	With a satisfied sigh she felt him shift within her; digging into her back and relaxing against the damp cushioned lining. “Nah, I had fun. This was honestly pretty great. You're... pretty great. I uh, I love you too, Spring. I feel like I should say that more.” he paused; easing his breath and closing his eyes as her sensor lining gently hugged him one final time. “We should probably get ourselves cleaned off though. Like, soon. Really soon. As is I'm sort of worried I won't be abl-”
	Without warning Spring shot too attention; letting out a surprised 'Eep!' for the second time that night as she sat up straight and stiffened from shock. Confused, her partner scanned what little of the room he could; barley able to make out anything of the dark empty playroom they resided in; only to finally understand what had gotten his host so worked up the moment he heard a voice coming from somewhere down the hall.
	“Uh, robot? Is that you in there? Why was the alarm deactivated?”
	“Shoot!' Spring cursed. “It's the night-guard. We lost track of time. It's like twelve-ten.”
	“H-how?” her partner responded in disbelief. “Don't you have a clock in your head? How do you even-”
	“Shush. Shut up, be cool.”
	“What was that?” came the voice from down the hall once again; now distinctly closer and far easier to hear.
	“I said, it's um... cool, or something. I dunno.” Spring stuttered as a man in a guard uniform casually walked into view.
	“Okay. Do you know why... Are you alright?” he eyed her questioningly; looking her over as Spring did her best to act normal. “You look like you're uh, leaking or something.”
	Motioning to the puddle that had formed beneath her, Spring immediately stood up; wiping off what she could as more clear white fluid dripped from the seam in her thighs.
	“It's um, coolant. That's what I said earlier. Coolant. That's why the thing is off. Alarm. The alarm is off because I was out back trying to patch this but it looks like I missed a spot and I should go back and repair... this. I need to go fix this. Please excuse me.”
	Biting her lip, the guard nodded disinterestedly before making his way to the security office.
	“Alright then. Let me know if you need any help,” he said as he passed her, only to stop as he noticed the heap of clothing left on the stage. “What uh, what are you doing with those?”
	Suddenly remembering her partner's discarded wardrobe, she quickly darted towards it and snatched up everything she could; turning her head back to the security guard and instinctively letting out a worried laugh.
	“Ahahaha. These are uh, a costume, for a thing tomorrow. We're doing a PSA on... button safety.” She held up the wrinkled work shirt clutched tightly in her trembling hand. “See? But um, this is too small for me. I'm like an octuple extra large, and these are um...” she quickly glanced down at the tag. “Medium. These are medium.”
	Backing away towards the hall leading to the employee exit, Spring did everything she could to fight the urge to simply turn around and run. Inside, she could feel as her partner's heart practically beating itself out of his chest; poised for the moment their paper thin ruse would be called out for what it was. Still visibly disinterested, the guard simply shrugged and turned away; calling back for her to let him know when she was done, before mumbling something under his breath about spazzy weirdo robots. With a sigh of relief, Spring made her way to the rear entrance; releasing her wearer into the chilly night air the moment they were outside. Quickly cleaning off what of the the now drying 'coolant' they could, her partner hastily dressed himself before kissing her on the cheek and running off into the night; wired on adrenaline and suddenly feeling the urge to buy a battery powered alarm clock.