YAR HAR FEEL THE TITTY

As much as Chica didn’t want to admit it, she had missed how nice it felt to not be a massive bitch toward Foxy. Even just a month of trying to keep up the facade of anger directed at her lover had been downright tiring. She was pretty shocked the fox had ever accepted her apology. Maybe she was just as tired of all the petty fighting. The tall, slim robot was always so mysterious about her feelings, preferring to lock them up in that metal melon of hers while hiding up in her pirate knot treehouse.

Just being able to touch and kiss her again made any remaining animosity melt away. As they embraced, the chicken tossed a quick glance at the camera mounted on the wall, silently blinking. She knew he was watching this. No way would that hunk of man meat pass up a visual feast like they were laying out. But, before it could get much more than a solid PG-13, Foxy grabbed Chica and pulled her up onto the catwalk.

“Hey Tarzan, what’s the big deal??” She squaks under her breath.

Foxy releases Chica onto the walkway. She’s quiet for a moment, then speaks softly. “... I don’t want him to see it.”

The busty bird sooths her, putting an arm around her affectionately. “Aww Cap’n... He’s already okay with us, y’know, bein sexually active pizza robot animals, what’s a lil thing like that gonna be to him?”

“I know… I know you really enjoy showing off for the camera, Chica, but... “

“Na na, it’s okay, It’s fine. He doesn’t need to see everything if it makes ya uncomfortable,” She pulls the lithe fox into another kiss, and neither of them hold back, since they’re out of the reach of any camera that they’re aware of. Chica draws her fingers between Foxy’s legs and rubs in deep, eliciting a shudder of pleasure from her. “I bet that shivers ya timbers after not havin it for a while, eh?” the animatronic teases.

“A-aye,” she responds, leaning her head back, her voice lowering to a deeper warmer tone, unfitting of her feminine frame.

“Well are we gonna do this down here or are we goin up to your place?” Chica grins a toothy, beaked smile. “Or are ya gonna let one of the cameras pick up ya pirate voice and make Mike shit his pants?” Foxy just nods and wraps her handed arm about her lover’s waist, Then grabs onto one of her many rigged up elevator ropes with a snag of her hook. The two begin to ascend and Chica wraps her thighs around the other robot, not so much for safety, but more just because she could.

The motor above whirrs away until they’re up to the ceiling, It’s dark, but the both of them could navigate it in sleepmode. Foxy’s feet meet the deck of the faux pirate ship, built around an old set piece and expanded on. The entire system hung from several hundred ropes, all tied and knotted perfectly and securely to the rails of the fly system.

“Good ol’ Pirate Cove. I really missed it,” The bird says taking a seat on a crate affixed to the deck of the ship. “But it ain’t what I missed most of all~” Foxy doesn’t need any kind of instruction. She sits on Chica’s lap, facing her. She doesn’t even exchange words, diving right into a tonguey, lewd make out session. Her hand isn’t shy at all, grabbing a handful of tempting chicken breast. The vixen’s fingers quickly track down and pinch and pull at her nipple in a rather rough manner, dislodging the pasty over it and tossing it aside into the darkness. This of course, was just the way both of them liked it. As for her hooked hand, she lowers it and rubs the blunt curve of it between the other animatron’s thighs, knowing very well just where to put it.

Chica responds to this treatment gladly, her own hands pulling off Foxy’s top as quick as she can. She goes in with her beak, clamping at a nipple. The sensors of the pirate’s electronic nerve system light up, encouraging a throaty little groan from her. She presses her hook harder, leaving an indent, just barely hiding the anatomy beneath Chica’s panties. As good as it all is, they can’t be taking too long. The show was still on technically so, the larger of the two decides to move this teasing along to the next level. She raises her head and gets back to smoochin. Her hands however, dive into the fox’s drawers. She was so great at hiding it while poised and focused on performing, but the instant she was able to figuratively let her hair down and let her pirate flag fly, the robot was just miserable at keeping it contained. The chicken’s robotic fingers gripped at the bulge in the Cap’n’s pants tightly, causing the vixen to moan raspily.

“Already at full mast I see~” She snickers.

“And ya best be gettin on it, ye saucy wench,” Foxy hisses, her voice completely and utterly full pirate. Her hook suddenly twists and catches the fabric crotch of Chica’s undies, ripping them apart effortlessly.

“Hey, I liked those. You know how embarassin it is havin ta get Bonnie to sew my underpants back together all the time?” Ignoring her complaint, the fox robot pulls off her shorts, and without damaging them at all, Chica notes. Once the fabric is out of the way, her personal anatomy is freed. Stiff, slick, red, and knotted were all things easily able to describe Foxy’s cock. The ample size of it was a whole other matter. Regardless of all the guys the bird had been with, she was still the owner of Chica’s most favorite ‘pirate treasure’. Foxy gets to her feet motions for her lover to get into position.

“C’mon ya squiffy we ain’t got all night,” She says, impatient with Chica being so slow. She doesn’t want to keep the Cap’n waiting of course, and quickly spreads her legs. When she gets aimed and thrusts in, Foxy is beyond rough, jamming her knot in in the first thrust. Chica whines loudly with pleasure. She missed this, she missed getting this so much. Foxy quickly pulls back, popping the thick base of her dick out, then ramming it right back it. She continues, fast and relentless.

The feeling of it sends the bird into a state of pure ecstasy pretty quickly, her eyes rolling back and her body slumping against the nautical set pieces behind her. Her fingers take over teasing her nipples where her pirate companion had left off. As for the fox, the feeling is mutual as she gets lost in the hot slick friction. The sound of her gears moving is audible, as well as the hum of cooling fans kicking into overdrive. They were both rather pent up, making certain that this encounter would not be incredibly lenghtly.

It doesn’t take all that long for the two to hit their peaks. Chica gives in first, her hips shivering and thighs clenching around the other robot. She moans for her Cap’n, loud and true. Such a display makes it impossible for Foxy to resist. Her fingers grip the other animatronic’s leg as she gives it one more powerful thrust, her knot widened to the point of it not coming back out. She grunts deeply, releasing in hard, rolling gushes. She can’t pull out quite yet, but wiggling a little feels great.

Despite being robots and all, the two are left panting. That’s what happens when a human programs sex after all. Foxy is the first to lean in, giving Chika a soft kiss on the beak, her fingers still digging into the chick’s thigh. She clears her throat a little, and speaks softly, her voice back to it’s usual monotone but female qualities. “Thank you. I needed that.”

Chica sits up on her hands, “Wow, that was a good one! Ya really know how ta stick it to a girl. Ya kinda got super piratey there for a sec, more than usual.”

“I can’t help it and you know it.”

“No no no, I like it. A real lady wants nothin more than to be ravaged by a lusty pirate.” The bird says with a wink. She moves a little and realizes that Foxy’s pretty well stuck in her. She’d gone so long without it she totally forgot about the wait. She checks her internal clock. “Fuck, I gotta go on in five minutes.” She flops back down onto her back. Mama’d give them both a talking to about being late, but just for that moment, neither of them cared.