Wednesday night interlude --

HEY KIDS!  This here is what we’ll consider an INTERLUDE chapter! Since this mainly features a perspective outside of our usual Protagonist’s one.

In future, whenever there’s a shift in perspective, to key you readers in, I’ll separate the scenes with a line of tildes, instead of pluses.

So when you see THIS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

That means the perspective is gonna shift!

And when you see THIS ++++++++

The perspective will stay the same, but it’s the start of a new scene!

Okay moving on time for the robuts

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Chica sighed. Why did Foxy have to go and “blow cover” like that? Now Mikey knew the big secret and everything was gonna be that more awkward when talking to him. She wanted to break it to him easy, a bit of flirting here, some shaking her hips while the camera was on her there~ Ease him into the idea that maaaybe she and certain others had needs, and that maaaaybe he might like helping fulfil those needs for –certain- robots.  I mean what other options did she have? Foxy was fine for a romp but that guy had a sketchy grasp on reality sometimes, and a girl can only listen to so much talk-like-a-pirate-day pillowtalk before she wants to jam a cannonball down his throat to shut him up. Freddy? Meh, way too serious for her tastes. She never saw him do much more than read and watch “the classics”. The left Mike... and, well...  Chica blushed when she remembered the other night with little miss cottontail. She shook her head, trying to refocus.

Ugh. Speaking of Bonnie, she just KNEW Bun-Butt was never gonna take the initiative with Mike, the walkin’ marshmallow. Where was that long-eared softy anyway? Ahhh there she was, hanging out on stage, sitting on the edge.

 The rabbit bot idly kicked her feet as she tuned her guitar, humming some tune. Well at least she’d gotten out of her blushing fit. Girl wouldn’t say a word after that salad thing, just hiding her face and meep-ing out some apology. Cripes, sometimes Chica just wanted to take that girl by the hand to get some more backbone installed. Either that and flip her over and... No no stay focused.

She was still so shy about her body, and her oh so well hidden feelings for Mike. Chica was helping her get used to the self-care aspect, she seemed to be the first to adapt to it, but the Mike situation? The girl was hopeless on her own, and to be honest Chica had no idea how to push things forward without either party runnin’ to the hills.

Chica cleared her throat, well, not actually cleared her throat, just made the sound of it. It was weird all the little human touches they added to them, quirks like that that came so naturally. Eh. Better than staring slackjawed at a security camera all night.

“Oh hi Chica, how’re you doing?” The purple bot asked politely.

“Oh, just fine. Made a fresh pizza if you’d like any!”

Bonnie smiled and shook her head. “No thanks, I’m full.”

Chica shrugged. “More for me then! *nom*”

“How do you manage to eat so much pizza?”

*shrug* “Iunno, cuz I really like it? Hey, listen. Errrr... Moikey maaaaaay have found out about us bein able to uh...” She waggled her eyebrows.

“What? What were you going to say? I-Oh. OH.” Bonnies eyes widened, and her face blushed deep red.

“Oh no, OHHH NO! He’s gonna be freaked out! He probably thinks it’s gross and creepy! He thinks I-I’M gross!” Bonnie was fretting at lightning speed, clutching her guitar to her chest as she continued to assume the worst.

“Whoa whoa EASY! He doesn’t think you’re gross! He was just surprised! Maybe a little shaken but not, like, Throwin’ up or nuthin!” Criminy she was bad at this.

Chica’s assurances fell on deaf rabbit ears. She just continued to fret and mutter in self-deprecating embarrassment.

Chica buried her face in her wing. The girl was great with kids but the second her confidence fell off-duty she was a mess.  She sighed ruefully and grabbed the fuzzy emotional wreck by the shoulders.

“Listen you sad-sack, Mike doesn’t think you’re creepy or weird or gross, okay?! We had a nice calm talk about it, and he’s fine. We’re aalllll still pals, and he isn’t creeped out by you okay? He thinks you’re cute!”

Bonnie stopped wailing, but looked downcast, avoiding her gaze. “...’m not cute.”  She mumbled sullenly.

“No. You’re cute. You’re DESIGNED to be cute! There’s literally a design document somewhere that says “CUTE” in big letters! And would he stick around you like he has if you were actually so creepy? Remember earlier, how nice he treated you? I mean I assume he treated you nice because you couldn’t get that doe-eyed lovey-dovey look off your face for your life.”

Bonnie’s face shone red with embarrassment again, and she tried to evade chica’s gaze even harder. “Sh-shush. It’s not like that....”

Bonnie had unwittingly laid the bait. And now it was time for Chica’s ever hungry sense of teasing  “Ohhh it isn’t right?” Chica had let go, but was keeping her face uncomfortably close to Bonnie’s. “And you neeevah like lookin at his photo on the employee listings when you think nobody else is lookin’, right?”

Bonnie froze, beet red in the face. “UH. U-UH.”

“Annnnnd sighing that little sigh when someone mentions his naaaame?”

“N-NO I-”

“And whispering his name when you ‘blow off steam?’”

Bonnie just held her hands to her face and made a muffled squeal of shame.

Chica suppressed a giggle at her friend’s shyness. “Face it velveteen, everyone can see you want his carrot.”

“D-don’t say it like that!” She whined, still hiding behind her hands.

“And everyone can ALSO see that he likes you back! As thick-headed as he is for not admitting it to himself. Bun-butt, it’s obvious you two are gonna be an item.”

Bonnie huffed in embarrassment and denial, though her expression softened. Chica noticed the little wiggle her ears made when she thought “”””romantic”””” thoughts. “H-he does? No... he wouldn’t.. No-ot everyone thinks that, right?”

“Honey, I’m surprised there hasn’t been an extended chorus of BONNIE AND MOIKEY SITTIN’ IN A TREE, KEY EYE ESS ESS EYE EN JEE”

Bonnie practically howled in shame and embarrassment. But Chica could tell part of that blush wasn’t just from shame. The thought of kissing Mike probably set her imagination wild.

Chica lay back on the stage laughing. “Hahahaha oh my goawd look at you, you’re redder than a tomato! I think you’re letting on more than you meeaaan to~” Chica continued goading.

“No no no I’m not shut up!” Bonnie

“Oh, so you DONNNT wanna kiss Moikey? Don’t wanna have him hold ya tight and whisper sweet nuthin’s in those big ears?”

“St-stop iiiiiiiiit!”

“Or maaybe you want more than that huh?~” Chica gave Bonnie a sly look. “Like you maybe wanna feel those fleshy hands gripping onto those plump cheeks as he does what comes natural?”

Bonnie could only respond in frustrated, embarrassed squeaks, cheeks blushing at maximum brightness.

Chica, “Maybe we should we be singing EFF YOU SEE KAY EYE EN-MMMFPH”

Bonnie had sat her plentiful rear right down on Chica’s face, effectively silencing the mocking chicken. She huffed and crossed her arms, still blushing furiously. “This’ll get you to shut up!”

Chica struggled futily for a moment, squirming under the all-encompassing might of Bonnie’s butt, before pausing, and making a muffled giggle.

“Wha-what are you planning Chic-aaaAAAAH!” Bonnies eyes widened in sudden shock as a shock of pleasure hit her senses.

The sound of very enthusiastic licking emanated from beneath her, and Bonnie very suddenly realized what was going on.

“OhhhH no! Chica sto-aahaaAHP that! C’mooNN I I caaaAAHN~”

Chica only quickened her pace, kissing and licking Bonnie’s tender areas with gusto, continuing to make her squirm.

Bonnie shook her head, ears flapping wildly as she fought back the moans of pleasure welling up inside her “Hnngaaah! Chicaaahh! Dooon’t!”

But Chica refused to stop; instead, she moved her hands up towards her trapped head, and after careful aiming, gripped tight on Bonnie’s rear.

“NhNnnNNNnNAAAHH!~” The moment she squeezed into that pliant plush synthetic flesh, the rabbit went wild, bucking and moaning with abandon. “D-don’t stop! Don’t STOP! ChicccaaaaaaaaaaNNNNG!”

Bonnie came, gushing lubricant onto Chica’s beak, and slumping off to the side, panting in exhaustion and relief.

Chica grinned as she pulled herself up, wiping her beak off with her wing and looking down at the defeated rabbit. “Jee~”

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A few minutes later, after they’d cleaned eachother off as best they could, their fluids were meant to be non-staining so it wasn’t a big deal, and after Chica apologized for teasing, the pair sat on the edge of the stage sharing the now cold pizza. Bonnie had miraculously regained her appetite.

“So...” Bonnie said, looking down at her slice. “Chica... be honest.”

“What is it Bon?”

“Do you think... do you think Mike could really lo-... like me?”

Chica just smiled and leaned in close, kissing her friend on the cheek. “Who the heck couldn’t love you?”

Bonnie smiled, and nuzzled into her friend’s shoulder.


You sat back in your chair, starting at the security feed and wondering what the hell you just witnessed.

As you looked at the robots cuddling, you suddenly realized Chica was looking straight at the camera.

She winked.