Chapter 2 - 1st Night 3AM - 6AM

[Disclaimer: Due to the female nature, I bestowed upon the animatronics, I decided to have them wearing stuff during the day. Also: From this chapter on, we get really naughty. You have been warned] 
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3AM 
Mike was now absolutely sure that his predecessor had been serious about the animatronics behaving weird. Desperately, he tore his eyes away from the wiggling moon on the security screen and lowered the tablet. 
He looked up to the poster on the wall. 
Bonnie, the bunny, due to her ears the tallest of be bunch, was smiling stupidly at him, holding her trusty V-guitar that didn't really go with her long western-style denim skirt and the frilled blouse. Then again, neither did the red bowtie fit the ensemble. One had the impression that this southern belle didn't really know the nuances of fashion. Or maybe she had been fit clothes, her creators had found randomly around their workplace. Though those frills could not hide the fact that she war rather busty, probably a good set of Cs, and that guitar usually hid a rather intriguing hourglass that shook left and right with the tact of the songs.
"Why would they make a kid's entertainment animatronic with such a body?" Mike wondered aloud, trying to keep the question if there was a little rump above that behind "heck, their faces are creepy as fuck!" 

Frederica on the other hand was one classy lady. Always in a perfectly fitting tailcoat, head tipped with cute top hat, accessorized with her microphone and a black bow tie. Yes, Frederica had the air of a girl who could sing in a concert, but just liked kids so much, she sang fro them instead. Her body was much less well-endowed than Bonnie, only sporting a cute set of B's and she never shook her hips on stage. No, a real Lady that one. That's why her favorite song was a march from the opera Carmen. Bonnie probably had no idea what song she was butchering with her E-guitar. 
"God, now I'm trying to figure out their personalities! They are a bunch of nuts, bolts and a lot of fake fur!" Mike cursed. 

And finally, there was Chika. The chubbiest of the bunch and the kind of girl that doesn't care about it. On the poster, she was wearing her simple, blue dress, something a kid would wear, that did neither hid nor outlined her bountyfull behind and her large breasts. The only reason one could overlook hose two D cups was the nappy, that loudly proclaimed LET'S EAT!!! to the world. And she would probably take those three exclamations points very seriously, if she was alive or ate. But somehow, that was kinda cute... She was clearly enjoying herself, even if she paid for that with a few additional pounds. And she clearly didn't mind those big boobs. Even if it was sometime hard to small kids to read the text.
"Stop staring at the chubby chick and look at the camera!" Mike reminded himself. He swallowed, before he returned to the tablet. 
Flipping through the cameras, he returned to the dining area.
The leg and the butt were gone. 

But now something else was on the chairback. 

A long piece of fabric... 

Maybe a dress?

Mike shivered.

Chika was on the lose. 

And she was naked! 

Why was she naked?

He flipped to camera 4B: 
A poster set of rules caught his eye. 
A lot of usual rules for a pizza place spiced with some silly ones for the laughs. 
One rule caught his eye:
"Don't touch Frederica and friends!" 

IT'S ME!

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IT'S ME!

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LOVE ME!


MIke almost dropped the tablet and shook his head. 
What was that? 
He blinked rapidly and closed his eyes. Why did he suddenly see messages when he closed his eyes? What was up with this place? 

Staring at the darkness outside of a second relaxed his eyes and Mike returned to camera 4A.
He gasped. 
Chika was standing in the twilight, her head tilted to the side, her eyes half-opened and her tongue hanging out of her beak. Was she giving bedroom eyes? 
Involuntarily, Mike looked lower, where the slutty bird was pulling her nappy between her huge tits while using her upper arms to squeeze them together and display them into the camera. 
She was perfectly still, her big, inverted nipples pushed forwards and her arms digging into the sides of the gentle mounds. The twilight and the black and white footage let Mike forget his duties for just a second.
A very old and classy porno would probably look like this. Just a big pair of juicy tits, you just wanted to suckle and kiss all night long. Mike felt a rush of blood towards his nether region. She may be a weird, animatronic duck, but that lady had one nice pair on her...
Mike quickly pushed a button and went to the stage.camera. He better not spend too much time leering over Chika. 

And a certain fact added a shiver of cold to his blooming, hot boner:
Bonnie was gone.

4AM 
Mike jumped from channel to chnanel like a possessed TV remote. 
Priate Cove: Out of order
Kitchen: No sound

Dining Hall: Dress! 

West Hall: Nothing

Stage: Frederica

Backstage: Just an empty suit and... Mike almost pressed the pad against his nose. 

"THERE YOU ARE!" he almost yelled. That one mask was not just a replacement, it WAS Bonnie. 
"Looking for more random crap to add to your mesh, you southern hare whore?" Mike muttered bitterly. One was pushing her tits into the camera and the other one just takes a stroll into the creepiest room in this place. All those spare heads and limbs were a mutilator's dreamland. 

"At least I know where you are..." Mike muttered and lowered the tablet. He took a few deep breaths and looked at his watch. Good! Not too much longer and the generator was still running. 
"Maybe I should take another look at..." he wondered and then face-palmed. "Did I really just consider watching some animatronic's tits on a black and white security cam?" 
He paused for a moment. Then he switched to Bonnie again. Still there. 

Then to Chika. 

Or rather the empty corridor on cam 4. 

"Where have you gone?" Mike muttered, tension returning to his voice. He jumped through the channels. 

East Hall A: Nothing

B: Nothing

Ba... NO!

Mike almost fell out of his chair as he went fo the lights button.

The sharp humming of electricity ran through the room and he let our a scream as he fell backwards.

Just for a moment, he had seen her: Chika was outside the room, pushing her massive tits against the window. Yellow, soft and feathery, the mounds squished against the glass. The Areolae a slightly darker yellow than the rest and all so invitingly huge and firm. Her nappy almost invisible between them. 
Mike forced himself up with a desperate jump, he shot towards the button marked "DOOR" 

But he never reached it...

A firm yellow hand closed around his wrist. 

5AM
Mike pulled, scraped and hit. He tore at his arm and tried to hold onto the doorframe and whatever else came close. But Chika's servos were merciless in their raw power. She had just turned around and began to walk away, Mike being dragged along behind her. For the first few steps, he walked, then he tried to hold onto the notice board and as it fell down, so did he and his captor simply dragged him along like a ragdoll.

"You look unhappy..." the monotone voice of the chicken said into the night "No unhappy grumps in the pizzeria! Let me make you happy!" 

Mike shivered as he looked around desperately. "HELP!" he yelled "LET ME GO!"

"Grumpy pants." Chika answered without looking back "No yelling in Frederica's! You have to be cheered up! Let's have some delicious pizza!" 

Hope rose in Mike. Maybe if she went to the kitchen and began looking for food, she would let go of him and allow him to run away. If he could make it back to the security room, he could lock himself in and be done for the night! 

Chikaturned and entered the kitchen. Several pots and pizza baking trays were strut around the floor of the room. The walls and floor were clean, sterile tiles, shining in the moonlight with only the stove and work spaces kept in darkness. Mike prepared himself. Go, chicken, go and look for stuff! 

"No pizza? But what can you eat then?" Bonnie asked without even slowing down. Mike felt his heart drop. "Oh, I know!" she said, the monotone of her artificial voice not able to portray real enthusiasm. "

"How about some chicken?" Mike asked grumpily. She was still holding him like a vice. No chance of escaping. 

"A very good idea, mister grumpy pants!" Bonnie chimed and for a moment, it was as if there was a soul in that robotic voice.

Mike swore he was about to pop his shoulder out, as Chika pulled him up. He was hardly standing as the chicken suddenly grabbed the back of his head and shoved him into her bossom. The poor guard froze in fear, confusion and a lot of unwanted arousal. Only one thing chimed in the back of his head:
"Why does it feel like a tit?" 

The breast was soft, warm and surprisingly firm. There was no breath to make it heave and no heartbeat behind it, but it felt so real.The feathers around the bare areola tickled Mike's cheek and smelled surprisingly nice and flowery. 
Mike pushed his hands against Chika's belly, her feathers tickling between his fingers and the... flesh? What? Why was she warm? Why was she smelling like a field of flowers and why was a children's animatronic shoving her tits into his face? 

"Now be nice, Mr. Grumpy Pants!" Chika demanded and used her hand behind Mike's head to lead his lips to her left nipple. "Let's eat!!! Let's eat!!!"

Reason began to fail Mike, as he wrapped his lips around the nipple. It felt like real flesh, surrounded by feathers and sitting atop a wonderfully soft breast. He licked and nibbled to his hearts content and his mind barely registered the absurdity of the nipple slowly hardening. Moans rang in the back of his head. Chika began stroking his hair gently as Mike played and suckled on the nipple, his body reacting more and more, making the bulge in his security uniform visible even in the darkness of the night. Mike groaned into the breast, as his stiffening penis rubbed against his boxers . Slowly, Chika pulled him away from her bossom and lookedd at him through her soulless eyes..

"Mister Grumpy Pants has eaten and is less grumpy." she said happily, the monotone of her voice replaced with emotion "Now I will take the pants  away and then I will eat!" 

Mike let out a scream as the chicken grabbed his hips and easily lifted him up to set him on the counter next to the sink. He was about to move, when her heavy left hand firmly held his legs and her other hand easily opened his belt and pants. Mike let out another shout as the cool night air assaulted his privates, when Chika pulled his boxers aside and revealed his manhood to the kitchen. Tears were in his eyes as the animatronic lined up her beak with his dick. Alone the thought of her hard plastic teeth and the merciless strength of the hydraulic servos made him cry. The chicken was going to bite his dick off! 

"LET'S EAT!!!" 

Mike screamed, but the pain never came. Instead, a warm, slippery and rubbery sensation surrounded his dick. Something wiggled below it and made his sigh loudly. Whatever had made her tits feel real also affected her beak, it seems. 
Servos moaned as Chika closed her beak tighter, transforming the warm, silken texture into a slippery vice and with a click, she began to move her head. Mike moaned loudly as a shot of pleasure ran through his body. Every time the chicken pulled back, he felt fire run from his dick through his whole body and his balls tighten. At the end, she ran her tongue over his gland, making him groan and twitch in rapture. And then the thrust it into her beak again, greedily taking in all its length, all while making sure he rubbed all over her slightly rougher inside. 
It was a feeling unlike anything he had ever imagined. That chicken sang to a bunch of kids with a bill, that made all known onaholes blush with shame. 
Chika's treatment continued mercilessly. Her servos never tiring and her appetite never seizing. At first, Mike enjoyed himself immensely, though the absurdity did not escape him. But soon, the pleasure became hard to handle. Unrelenting as she was, Chika sent flash after flash of pleasure through the young man, his body now hot and sweaty. Mike threw back his head and groaned loudly. This was getting too much. "Take a  break!" he begged "Stop!" but Chika continued, not a care in the world. And diabolically, she was slightly to slow to get him off right away.
Soon, Mike felt his body get limp under the endless onslaught of pleasure. 
Finally, his body twitched and spasmd as orgasm came over him like a storm. His balls tightened, his dick was on fire and he grabbed onto Chika's head as he let out a scream. Hot, white sperm shot into the animatronic. Mike couldn't tell how many shots he gave off during his orgasm. His mind was blank with pleasure and humiliation. He had just been blown off by Chika the Chicken! 
Slowly, his body recovered from the burning fire that made him limp and he looked down, as Chika slowly pulled away from him, exposing his dick to the cool night. 

"That was very yummy!" she announced happily, wiping her beak with her nappy. 

Mike's chest was heaving. That thing had just blown him. And it had been the best BJ of his entire life. What was wrong with this place?

6AM 
Suddenly, a bell chimed from somewhere and Chika's behavior changed in an instant. 

"Please pull up your pants, little boy!" She said mechanically "Please leave the kitchen! Only grown ups are allowed in the kitchen!" 

Mike was about to answer, but the animatronic turned around wordlessly and left. 

Quickly, he pulled up his boxers and pants and jumped off the counter. His legs gave in, still weak from the treatment and Mike got up grumbling. Walking slowly and groggily, he left the kitchen and walked towards the dining area. 

The dress was gone and the seats were arranged in perfect order. 

Quickly, he moved to the stage and peeked through the curtains. 
Frederica, Bonnie and Chika were standing at the ready, all looking straight ahead with their empty, soulless eyes. Ready to entertain a whole bunch of kids. 
Mike shivered. Then he returned to his office and waited for the janitor to switch on the lights and open the doors. 

None of the kids that celebrated in the morning noted the damp spot on Chika's nappy.

[Comment and criticize please! Even if I am so going to hell for this!]