Chapter 14 - 5th Night 0 AM - 2 AM

0AM 
 
Mike sighed loudly and without passion. At this point, he had basically rejected the idea of getting through this final night of the week without anything happening and was now considering just waiting until Bonnie showed up for the first time, letting her in and cuddle with her until the night was over. If you can’t beat them, you might as well chose favourites, right?
 
But that would completely undermine any attempts at finding out what was going on here. During the last day, he had tried to write up a theory, but honestly, what was he supposed to think? He knew that a guard had supposedly killed a bunch of weirdos who wanted to break into the place and do… something with the animatronics. And later, they had decided to make the animatronics look more like the costumes of the victims for some reason. 
 
Mike closed his eyes for a moment. “What did those weirdos do? Did they mess up the programing? Did they force them to do something to the animatronics? Why would these things be so… lusty? No programmer would ever write that kind of sick programing, right?” 
 
Finally, he slammed his head against the table and took another deep breath. 
 
“I am being too rational!” he groaned and grabbed the tablet. “The crap in here is not rational! The weight changing, the wetness, squirting and so on… this is all something crazy! This is some X-Files shit! Or the porn parody of X-Files!” 
 
He leaned back, taking the tablet with him and looked at the ceiling.
 
“Five go in. They die. The animatronics go crazy and…” 
 
The sound of the phone ringing interrupted Mike’s musings. Deciding to make a quick check up while the phone guy would give him another useless lesson, he opened the tablet. Taking a quick check-up before getting annoyed by the phone guy could save him this night.
 
*Ring*
 
Stage: Bonnie and Chika had left Frederica alone on the stage. The she bear was looking straight ahead, as if nothing was up.
 
*Ring’”
 
Pirate cove: The curtain was still down. Mike let out a sigh of relief. “Stay back there…”
 
*click*
 
Mike listened intently but there was no awkward “Hello”, no “Uh”s or any other familiar manners, he had expected from his mysterious boss. 
 
Instead, moaning and soft giggles filled his ears. Voices both familiar and slightly off filled his ears with warm, lustful thoughts and suggestions of safety and happiness.
 
Mike tried to focus on flipping through the screens again, but the voices seemed so soothing, so happy, so… eager in their sighs and cooing, he felt his concentration slip. 
 
“Who cares what is going on? I have to focus!” he groaned loudly and flipped to the stage.
 
Empty!
 
“Oh s’ht!”
 
Pirate cove: Foxy was looking at him through the curtains.
 
East hall: Chicka was standing there, still and quietly.
 
Mike slowly reached for the light switch. 
 
And pushed!
 
The huge chicken was looking straight at him through the window, bib on and looking freaky as always.
 
Mike let the door swoosh down and switched the lights off.
 
Maybe just maybe he had a chance…
The moaning stopped suddenly as the phone hung up and silence returned.
 
Mike continued to flip on.
 
Stage: Empty.
 
Pirate Cove: Unchanged
 
Broom closet! “Hello there Bonnie…” Mike muttered as he saw the Bunny standing there, the camera looking down her cleavage. “Be a good bunny and stay in there… I don’t want a repeat of last night. No matter how nice it was…” 
 
Pirate Cove: Foxy had left the stage and was halfway out.
 
Right lights: Chicka was gone. Mike let the door back up.
 
Left lights: Nothing!
 
A giggle rang through Mike’s ears and he shivered.
 
“Are you guys mocking me now?” he asked loudly, eyes rushing around, searching the source. 
 
He flipped to the bathrooms: Frederica was lurking just behind the door. “Checking if your wage-slaves have cleaned them well?” Mike mused nervously and flipped on.
 
 
1AM
 
Strangely enough, Mike was getting his will to fight back with every moment he would spy one of the animatronics. Slowly, he felt a sense of hope return at the idea that his last day before the weekend would not end with him ending pantsless before one of the metal monsters. And tomorrow he would have a day off! 
 
Oh god! It was his day off tomorrow. How would that feel? 
 
“Well, I’m certainly not gonna jerk off…” Mike decided quietly “My friends have been tingling fiercely. Those girls know no mercy.” He let out a groan “And this moaning is not helping!” 
 
He returned to the tablet, but the sounds were taking a toll on his concentration. 
 
Bathrooms: Frederica’s shadow
 
Cave: Foxy hasn’t moved
 
Kitchen: Pans being moved and dishes being rattled
 
“Maybe I SHOULD just throw myself in Bonnie’s arms and be over with it? I mean… I really suck at this.” Mike sighed as he caught a glimpse of Bonnie in the corridor cam. 
 
LOVE ME!
 
“And here comes that again!” Mike groaned, his eyes becoming unfocused. “I would love you a lot more if you would stop raping my head as well as my body!” 
 
He skipped back to the hallway: Empty
 
Head cam left: Maybe she was already at the door? No! 
BUT! 
There was something wrong! 
 
Mike took a close look at the room. There was something wrong with the poster! Usually it showed a promotional picture of Frederica with a “Let’s Party” slogan. But now there were… breasts? 
 
“And they are really big…” Mike noted with a lot of confusion. For a moment, he wondered if it was supposed to be Chicka, but the chicken didn’t have breasts this shapely and round. 
 
“God, now the posters are being-WAAAAAAAA!” Mike screamed. He had just lowered the tablet to safe some power, he hadn’t heard anyone or anything move and he certainly had not expected to see anything besides the fan on the table.
 
But there she was: Tall, golden and naked.
 She was a bear like Frederica, but that was where the similarities ended. She was taller than even Foxy and had completely golden-yellow fur. She had a small, purple top hat and a microphone but otherwise, she was completely naked, safe for a small, purple bowtie. Her lips had a purple lipstick on them and she had equally purple coloured clawtips on her paws. 
 She was sitting on the table, one leg dangling off, the other foot planted on the table to reveal her eager slit and show off her perfect hourglass figure. Her breasts were at least a double D with two hard nipples poking through her fur. But unlike Chicka's, her breasts seemed firm and in perfect shape. This bear was unlike any of the other animatronics: She was made for sex. Everything about her begged to be touched. 
 Her head was slumped forward, but from what Mike could see, there were no eyes in her eyeholes and no second set of teeth in her muzzle. 
 
“GOD! What?” Mike muttered as he managed to keep his bladder from emptying. “How did this get here? And… oh, why do I even ask?”
 
The golden bear meanwhile just sat there, her empty eye-holes looking down.
 
“Ok… no endo-skeleton…” He said after taking a closer look “So she can’t more… I just have to get rid of it and-“ 
 
Suddenly the costume shuffled and moved forward, falling onto Mike. He let out a shout of terror and tried to hold her off, but though she was just a costume, she was too heavy and hit mike clean off his chair. 
Mike was now on his back, the golden she-bear sprawled on top of him. Her huge, soft breasts pressed against his cheek and her firm thighs had entwined with him. 
 
“What?” Mike protested, but it fell on deaf ears. The golden bear just remained there, pinning him down with her weight. 
 
“Great! Now I get assaulted by the scrapped junk suits! What is gonna me next? The dustbin?” 
 
 Luckily, the dustbin was not in the mood and more interested in getting another crumbled up piece of paper inside of herself, the nasty slut.
 
Mike took a breath and grabbed the golden bear by the shoulders. He ignored her soft breasts mashing against his chest. By this point, he had become a little jaded to the feeling of breasts. With a loud grunt, he pushed as hard a possible but there was no movement, the she-bear was much too heavy for him. 
“Is this like one of these industrial accidents where people get stuck under machines for weeks? Because I swear, starving under a bear with massive tits is the most embarrassing death I can think off!” Mike groaned loudly. Weren’t people supposed to move those things around on their own accord? This bear must weigh at least a ton. “Wait, why isn’t it crushing me?” 
 
“Hello?” a familiar voice called and Mike began to tear up. 
 
A huge, yellow chicken emerged from the darkness of the right door, looking around curiously. 
 
“Hello, Chicka, how are you doing?” Mike asked casually. He was beyond despair at this point and just resigned to pleasantries. 
 
“Mr. Grumpypants?” the chicken asked loudly and moved closer. Her big, orange talons stopped next to Mike’s head. Mike got a nice look of her chubby legs up her dress. “Oh! You found Franny!” 
 
“What?”
 
“Franny has big issues moving and so we hardly ever see her outside. Really sad, she is so much fun…” Chicka said happily. 
 
“I don’t care! Get her off me!” Mike demanded loudly. 
 
“You never learn, do you Mr. Grumpypants? Well, Franny is already trying to cheer you up.”
 
“But she can’t move!” Mike groaned. “All she is doing is crushing me!” 
 
Chicka ran her hand over her beak. “You are right, Grumpypants!” she suddenly exclaimed “Poor Franny can’t entertain you all by herself! She needs help!” 
 
Mike cussed in his mind. He just had to give the chicken ideas! Chicka would have probably just bumbled off if he had kept his trap shut.
Said chicken meanwhile walked around the pair, looking closely at them. Maybe it was just in Mike’s head, but she seemed slightly more careful than any time before. Maybe she could still remember the lesson Mike had taught her. 
Or maybe she was trying to figure out how to “help” Franny. 
She finally stopped between Mike’s legs. They were basically the last part of Mike that could move somewhat freely, as Franny was sprawled on top of him, her legs spread widely. Chicka knelt down and quickly undid Mike’s pants and pulled them down.
 
“HEY!” he yelled, a shiver running over his back as his groin was assaulted by the cool air. “Get your hands off me!” 
 
Chicka pulled back and looked at Mike’s face for a moment. She nodded. “Of course! Whatever the guest says.” She said quickly and for just a moment Mike thought he had authority.
 
Then she gave Franny a soft kick and the she-bear nudged forward, covering Mike’s mouth with her voluptuous breasts. The soft pillows mushed against his face, filling his nostrils with the scent of expensive, flowery perfume. Her fur was velvety to a fault and for a heartbeat, Mike couldn’t help but think this she-bear as a complete harlot. 
 
Chicka meanwhile stood above his privates and looked down at him. Mike could almost see her smugness as she folded her arms in front of her ample chest. Slowly, she shifted her weight and presented her orange, rubbery talon. She flexed it a few times and again Mike could only wonder: It was so obviously a big piece of rubber strapped around solid steel cords. There was no way it could move so real! 
 
Mike’s thoughts were interrupted as the talon rubbed over his dick, it’s weird, warm and rubbery texture sending tingles through his body. Though she was lifeless, the touch of the she-bear on him and the weird texture of Chicka’s foot slowly but surely let his member grow and pulse. 
 ‘I’m getting a foot-job from a god-damned chicken!’ Mike yelled inside his head. And even worse, he somewhat liked it. The alien texture, the firmness… fuck, Chicka was way too good. Slowly, his erection began to throb as his mind became fuzzy from Franny’s perfume. 
 
“Come on, Chicka, it’s like, totally unfair that you get to do all the fun!” A voice said from seemingly nowhere. A part of Mike cringed. He had never heard a more stereotypical valley girl in his whole life. “Like, I wanna give the dreamboat, like a totally tubular time!” 
 
“Hmmmmmpf!” Mike groaned into Franny’s breasts. That voice! It was breaking his head! 
 
“Aw, Franny? It’s so nice to hear from you! And listen! The sourpuss is so eager for you…” Chicka said, slowing her treatment.  
 
“HMMMMMPF!” 
 
“Like, totally! Can you, like, give me a talon?” 
 
“Ah, there you are Franny! And ready as ever! Is there a moment when you’re not dripping?” Chicka said with a laugh and Mike could feel her talon leave his dick for a moment. 
 
“Ohhhhh! Way to take, like, a trip to the valley…” Franny’s voice cooed and a shudder went through the she-bear. A few sounds of the talon prodding the she-bear's slit rang through the room.
 
“Now listen, sourpuss, Franny is all nice and ready, so do your part!” Chicka ordered firmly. Mike remained motionless but suddenly, he felt a hard, slightly rounded tip scrape over his ballsack and… oh god… prod his-. “Or I’ll have to use this cute talon-handle to get you off...” 
 
 Mike shuddered visibly and after another gentle prod, he decided to bite the bullet and just get this over with. Following Chicka’s lead, he lined himself up with Franny’s fanny and began to push. His body trembled. Franny’s pussy was amazing. Smooth as silk, firm and eager to suck his whole length in. A tear began to twinkle in his eye. It felt better than Bonnie’s, it felt even better! And he hated himself for thinking that! 
 
“Ohhhh, it’s been, like, so long!” Franny cooed, but her body remained stiff.
 
Mike sped up. He felt terrible. After yesterday, where he actually shared some affection, he was back to being a tool. Worse, this bear couldn’t even love him back. He wanted this over. 
 
“Sourpuss, when did you become so happy?” Chicka seemingly taunted and Mike sniffled into Franny’s breasts. He wasn’t happy! And yet he felt so much pleasure. This bear’s pussy was just right. Tight, eager and obviously hungry. Loud slaps rung through the office. Mike pressed his eyes shut as another wave of pleasure came over him. He was getting close. Soon this would be over! Mike groaned loudly and let the wave of bliss roll over him. Finally, he emptied his balls into Franny’s snatch. He felt himself shudder and let out another groan.
 
“Wow, that was, like, so cool!” Franny giggled. “Not long, but, like, totally fun!”
 
Mike sobbed into the bear’s fur. This was so humiliating. It was bad enough that Chicka loved humiliating him, but now he had to screw a lifeless puppet in front of her. If he ever got out that chicken would-
 
“YARRR! What be going on here?” A familiar voice yelled. 
 
“Oupf Hmmph om!” (Oh come on!) Mike groaned


(YaY! I'm back! Had stuff to do... lots of stuff. Enjoy yourself, everyone!) 