Chapter 5 - 2nd Night 3AM - 4AM

3AM 
The tablet hit the ground and Mike did his best to move as little as possible. A very difficult task, since he was trembling like a vibrator on a paintmixer. 

Close up and in the light, Bonnie was slightly less horrifying than clad in shadows and twilight. Her jaws and nose were smaller than Mike had expected from the pictures and her teeth were round and less menacing, now that they were framed by a pair of lips. When she closed her mouth, most of the teeth disappeared behind them, which helped immensely against the terror, she usually brought. 

"All by yourself, sugah?" she asked, having just a hint of a southern accent in her monotone, female voice. "Now that's a thing we can't have! One can hardly have fun, when two are always more fun. And fun is all we are about at Frederica Fazbear's!" 

Mike's mind raced. He had to find a way out. Chika had moved extremely fast yesterday night, so he could forget running and fighting. TALK, his subconscious screamed. Maybe she will understand. 
"I'm a security guard!" Mike stated quickly and pointed to his round, brown hat, "See! I'm part of the staff!" 

"Fiddlesitcks, sugah!" Bonnie answered "Staff is never alone after midnight. Only sourpusses are." 

Mike wasn't sure if he should be happy or scared. On the one hand, she actually reacted to his words. On the other hand, telling the truth was useless. "But... But I am not a sourpuss!" he quickly stammered, before Bonnie could move closer. "See! I am so happy and glad and gay!" He put on a smile as broad and happy as possible and looked at her. 
:D

Bonnie looked at him and with her next sentence, the soulless monotone of her voice was gone. "I'm not too sure, sugah." she said skeptically. "You sure look like a happy fellow, but rules say that nobody is supposed to be alone." 

Mike kept his smile up and thought. "But Chika is coming back in a moment. She just went to the kitchen to grab a pizza." he added quickly, his cheek twitching. 

"Oh, that greedy little chicken." Bonnie said and shook her head. "Food is for guests, not her. Frederica really has to give her some stern talking, I tell yah. And leaving you poor deary all by yerself? Shoosh!" 

Mike felt a weird pang of guild. Chika was a tad simple and maybe forceful, but she was really concerned about the happiness of the ... why was he defending the chicken that had raped him yesterday in his head? 
"Oh, she can't help it." Mike answered happily and smiled broader "I'm sure she will be back in a bit. I'll just wait here and you can go and have a stroll. I'm sure that you feel like stretching your legs a little." 

Bonnie scratched her chin for a moment and shook her head. "Sorry, sugah, can't leave you all sad by yerself. See, rules are rules." 

"But I'm not sad!" Mike pleaded through his teeth. "Look how happy I am, waiting for my friend!" 

"Oh, you just being modest sugah. How can't you be sad, being all alone? If you were happy, you'd be singing a different tune. Like the funny bunny song!" 

Mike went through the crevices of his memory, desperately looking for the funny bunny song. Still smiling broadly, he pulled it out of the "things an adult should not remember but humiliatingly does" folder of his head". "ERM.. I knew a funny bunny, who liked to play along and everyday she would sing her funny bunny song! Funny bunny HA HA HA! Bunny Buuuuunny!" 

Bonnie clapped happily. "Very good, sugah-pie. That's one happy guest right there!"

Innerly, Mike let out a sigh. He had majorly humiliated himself, but at least, she saw no need to "cheer him up". "Erm... so how about you wait for a bit and if Chika doesn't come, you go and fetch her?" Mike suggested, slowly getting desperate. "I'll wait here and all is fine, since I am happy and funny and the like..." 

"Pretty fine idea there, suga!" Bonnie cheered and nodded "I'll go get our birdie if she ain't back in ten." 

Mike nodded back, slowly feeling his cheek muscles getting sore. Just ten more minutes and he could watch the southern Belle go, close the doors and forget that he had ever looked into her cleavage. 

Bonnie approached him slowly and to Mike's surprise, sat down on the floor next to him. She folded her arms onto his lap and rested her head on them. Again, Mike had to fight the confusion about why her body was so warm and didn't seem to weight as much as it's mass suggested. Even worse was the fact that her nice, ample bosom was pushed against his calves. 
At this point, he was sweating bullets. Chika's beak and her roughness made her scary, but Bonnie was nice and kind. Forcing on a fake smile was more difficult if you had the urge to relax. He still held up his giant grin though and slowly and carefully lowered a hand on Bonnie's head, rubbing her fur gently between the ears.
"Why am I doing this?" he wondered suddenly "She is a robot in a suit. There is no way she can-"
"Hmmmm, oh sugah, you know how to be good to dear old me!" Bonnie hummed and her ears lowered with a soft, mechanical hum. "You can scratch me a tad harder slightly to the side? Yeah, there, OH, sweety, you are one good ear-rubber." 

Mike was at a loss of anything. There was no way in hell, heaven, earth or anywhere that this ROBOT could feel him gently scratch her between her ears. He could SEE the joints and servos on her ears. The rest was stuffing. There was no way, she had a full body suit that was even more receptive than a regular touch screen! What the fuck was going on in this hell-joint! This was so weird and there was nobody he could talk to about it. The manager had only communicated with him via his secretary, the other night guard had only left messages so far and the rest of the management would sue him to oblivion, if they knew that he had touched the animatronics. 

Bonnie meanwhile had begun to hum softly, her eyes closed and her ears twitching whenever Mike changed position. If this had been a green field of grass with a pick-nick blanket and not a damp office with a creaky chair. And if he hadn't been forced to smile like a complete idiot. And if the girl on his lap wasn't a strange hyper-intelligent rape-bot. And if wasn't sitting in such a way that made his pants push uncomfortably against his stiffened member. 
Then this would have been actually pretty nice. 

"Say, sugah, would ya mind if this gal got a tad more comfy?" The bunny suddenly asked, slowly looking up through half-lit eyes. 

"What exactly do you mean?" Mike asked through his wall of smile. 

"See, sugah, even with them ovens off, it does bake a little in here. No idea how Frederica takes it with her fancy suit. But little old me is a tad hot. That's why I... did some casual adjustment here." She ran a hand over her half-open shirt. 

Mike felt his resolve melt. This was a joke. A cruel, unfair and heartless joke! All he could do was stammer a worried "Erm..." and his smile almost broke.

"Now don't'cha be selfish, sweety. You got your fan blowing you a cold one all the time and I gotta wear this dusty old blouse. For your information, those frills are not exactly good ventilation, ya see?" 

*ESCAPE!* Mike though and smiled at her. "So, why don't you come up here and sit down for a while. It's really nice and cool in the wind." 
God, this was perfect! She would get up, he would let her sit down and just sit out the rest of the time, she would pester him, sitting on the counter. 

"My, that is mighty neighborly of you, sugah!" Bonnie said happily and got up. 
And before Mike could stand up and offer his chair, the bunny spread her legs, walked over him and sat down on the guard's lap. 

A combination of despair and amazement washed over Mike. 
On the one hand, he was trapped yet again as Bonnie shoved her warm, purple cleavage under his nose, all while her firm, juicy buttocks pushed onto his thighs through her denim skirt.
But on the other hand, she did not feel as heavy as a human-sized beast of steel and plastic should feel like. Heck, she was pretty light even for a girl her size. 
Mike's smile broke and he instinctively tried to pull back and shrink into the backrest. "How is that any cooler?" he asked in a panic, feeling a blush spread all over his face. 

"Oh, darling, it ain't about being cold no more." Bonnie chimed happily "More about me being grateful for all that hospitality you've provided. You sure know how to treat a lady, you see..." 

Mike felt himself deflate even further. So being happy and nice didn't work either. Within their twisted logic, those animatronics would never let him go, once they had him in their soft, fuzzy, warm hands. 
And said hands were now making their way around Mike's upper back and suddenly pressed him against two huge, fleshy mounts, 
Bonnie was second in chest size only to Chika. But unlike the chicken's bigger butt and slight belly, she was trim and her boobs were firmer. Mike was not entirely sure what to do anymore. he was screwed. Bonnie would have her way with him, no matter what. Should he just go with it, hoping to get this done quickly? 

As if to respond, Bonnie drew him closer and embraced him fully. Her breasts were mushed  against Mike's chin and the blouse slowly but certainly gave in. 
"Now come sugah, don't be shy!" the bunny said with a grin and wiggled her hips from side to side, like she did on the stage. Slowly, her skirt moved upwards, exposing more of her toned, purple tighs to the twilight of the room. 

Mike sighed and surrendered, resting his cheek on the voluptuous mounds in front of him and his hands of her full ass. Both were a tad fuzzy, but felt amazingly firm and warm. Besides the lack of a heartbeat or breath, Bonnie felt exactly like an antropomorphic bunny would feel like. 

"That's the spirit, sugah." Bonnie cooed and gently stroked Mike's head. His uniform-hat fell to the ground. Her other hand gently ran down his chest, slowly unbuttoning his vest and shirt. 
Mike let go of her just long enough, so she could peel both articles of clothing off him and toss them away. Then he began to explore her body, just as she began doing so with his. 
His hands followed the harsh hourglass of her waist, surprised to find a little vale, where humans had their spines. He explored her strong-feeling legs and the the firmness of her butt. When he lifted her skirt a bit, he found her small, fluffy tail and gave it a little pull, only to be rewarded by a melodic giggle from his partner. Bonnie meanwhile traced Mike's slim musculature and the bulges of his biceps, he had gotten from prior manual labour. 
In a fit of need, Mike began unbuttoning her blouse, while Bonnie eagerly opened his fly. Simultaneously, her full breasts and Mike's erection bounced out of their containment, 
Mike pushed forward, hugged her and smushed his cheek into her bossom, grinning eagerly, as the softness of two C cups awaited him. 

"You enjoying yourself, sugah?" Bonnie giggled at his reaction and held him in her arms. 

"Way too much..." Mike muttered and sighed innerly. He was doing it with yet another robot. His dignity was hereby a distant memory. 

"There is no such thing as too much fun." Bonnie whispered and suddenly, a shiver ran over Mike's spine. 
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IT'S ME! 
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The vision his short and hard, making Mike blink and shiver. Within the same second, Bonnie moved her legs and moved the chair closer to the left door. Her hand flew and pushed the "Door" button, lowering the saving piece of metal. 
Mike wondered for a moment, when suddenly several bangs were audible through the door. 

"I'm not decent, Foxy!" Bonnie said loudly and firmly "If ya bored, go visit Chika or Frederica!" She then pushed the buttton again, revealing the darkness beyond. "Sorry, hun, the cap'n can get a bit twitchy at this time of night and for now, I want to thank you in person and alone." 

"Foxy?" Mike asked in surprise. "Is he the one in pirate cove?" 

"That's him. One saltwater scourge, he is." Bonnie giggled and ran her hand over Mike's ribs. "But let him be him. You are with me now, sugah." 

So that animatronic in the cove really was a guy. Maybe he would leave Mike alone, given that he had 3 ladies to chose from, if he ever got into the mood. Suddenly Mike's musings were brought to an abrupt hold, as his length touched something moist and incredibly warm. 
"Ready for some funny bunny?" Bonnie asked with a wink and Mike simply nodded. 
The bunny moved her hips and slowly, Mike was sucked into the moistness of her fleshy cave. 
Both moaned loudly and Mike held her closer, getting slowly used to her tightness and warmth. He had no idea how an artificial pussy could feel so good, but neither did he care. The young man bucked his hips, driving himself deeper and making Bonnie moan again. She pushed her lips against Mike's forehead and giggled one. "Don't cha worry, sugah. Let little old Bonnie take care of things." 
Mike nodded absentmindedly and the rabbit grabbed his shoulders. She wiggled her rump one more time and suddenly came down fast on him, taking in his whole length. Mike groaned as he was pulled into the fleshy vice. A loud slurping sound and another moan filled the room as bonnie pulled away and slammed down again. She began to speed up and within seconds, she had a stable pace of riding Mike like a cow-girl... bunny. Mike grunted and groaned as pleasure wrecked his senses. The bunny's pussy was wonderfully tight, warm and slippery. He groaned and sighed into the darkness, as did his partner. 
Bonnie rode him for what felt like a blissful eternity, all while he squeezed her full ass, buried his face in her bountiful, soft tits and licked her neck. Again, his mind was filled with nothing but the moaning of him and his partner, the world evaporating around them. Slowly, ecstasy overcame Mike and he grabbed her tail with one hand. "BONNIE, I'M CUMMING!" 
"YES, PULL MY TAIL!" Bonnie yelled "LET'S BREED LIKE EM RABBITS!" 
The two trust against each other, Mike shooting his load deep into the bunny. 
Mike was panting, as Bonny slowed down and finally let his dick flop out of her cave. She hugged him again and Mike embraced her back, enjoying the warmth and closeness of his partner. 

Finally, Bonnie moved back and stood up slowly, while she collected her clothes. "You look like a guy who will stay happy for a while..." she said slyly. "How about I fetch little old Chika now? Shouldn't be tough finding that birdie. See you in a bit." 

Mike nodded weakly and reached down to grab his clothes and the tablet. "Ok, I'll be in here.." 

Bonnie winked at him and left the room, her cute rear bouncing from side to side, all while she put on her blouse again. 

Mike closed his eyes, took a deep breath and leaned back. This hadn't been bad... really... Bonnie was nice and kind and she had more seduced than raped him. Unlike Chika. But he couldn't dwell on those feelings for now... there were still two hours left until 6 AM.

[Disclaimer: I guess everyone figured out the pattern of how the animatronics function by now. I figured I'd change things up a bit and force Mike to use his head instead of his reflexes alone this time. I hope you enjoyed. Don't forget to leave a comment!]
[EDIT: I hereby declare the Funny Bunny Song Contest: Whoever posts a comment, stating where the Funny Bunny song comes from gets a little bonus from me. Hurry up and post your guesses!]