Chapter 7 - 3rd Night 0AM - 2AM

[This chapter will contain M/M/F scenes. So, if you prefer non-consensual sex only to happen between a human male and animatronics that are meant to look female (as god intended, then please skip everything that happens at 1AM. You have been warned! Oh, and sorry for the delay… Had a lot on my plate and it was not pizza, nor was it served by sexy robots]

​0AM
At this point, it was not the money anymore. No, from now on, it was personal. 
At least that was what Mike had been telling himself on his way to Frederica Fazbear's Pizzeria. The place had given him a mystery and a challenge and he would not just quit the job and allow the inhabitants win over him like that. Morally, he would triumph in the end, even if he risked being raped yet again. 
And so he found himself in his office, now armed additionally with a pen and list of information he had collected so far.

1st: Some people in animal suits had broken into the place and disappeared
2nd: In 87, Foxy had either forced or otherwise gotten a mom to give him a BJ and then, the animatronics had been restricted to roam the night
3rd: They force you to have intercourse with them under the guise of entertaining the adults
4th: ...

Mike looked over his collection once more. 

There was more than something rotten in the state of Fazbear and it was not the tomato sauce. 

Then the phone rang...
"Here we go again!" Mike groaned as the machine answered.

''Hello, hello? Hey you're doing great! Most people don’t last this long. I mean, you know, they usually move on to other things by now." "Therapy or a mental hospital come to mind... if I could bloody afford it with my pay!" "I'm not implying that they ran away screaming and went into hiding. Th-th-that’s not what I meant. Uh, anyway I better not take up too much of your time. Things start getting real tonight." "It felt pretty real yesterday too..." 
"Uh... Hey, listen, I had an idea:" Mike perked up. Maybe the idiot would prove useful for once. "If you happen to get caught and want to avoid getting entertained and stuffed into a suit, uhh, try playing dead! You know, go limp." "Sounds risky, Mate." "Then there's a chance that, uh, maybe they’ll think that you're an empty costume instead." "Oh?" "Then again if they think you're an empty costume, they might try to...introduce you to your duties... I wonder how that would work. Yeah, never mind, scratch that. It's best just not to get caught." "And you have out-useless-ed yourself yet again, my faceless friend..." Mike groaned. 
 
"Um... Ok, I'll leave you to it. See you on the flip side."

Mike did his flipping... the bird to be exact. Either that guy had the focus and the reflexes of a Shaolin monk under all that stammering and blatant idiocy, or he was putting on a ruse and enjoyed knowing that his followers would get raped just like he did (a mentality that is responsible for most modern military traditions). 

Then he took a sharp breath. 
His anger had made him forget to check the cameras.

Stage: Bonnie was gone! 

Backstage: Empty

Corridor: Empty!

Mike hit he light! 
Nothing!

"Where are you?" 

Dining hall: Bonnie's silhouette stood unmoving! 

Mike let out a sigh and shook his head. He would make that phone idiot pay some day! 
He flipped to pirate cove: The covers were open and the captain was looking at him with opened jaw. 

"Ahoi there, mate!" Mike saluted quickly. He did feel a certain respect for Foxy, ever since he had seen the picture behind him. He also felt slightly less afraid. Foxy was apparently into women after all. 
 "How about you go and distract Chika for me? 

Again, Mike flipped through the channels. Chika had made it to the dining area. 
"You stay there..." 

Back to Pirate cove: Fox had moved towards the left, his face tilted to the side, as if he was making some kind of Loony Tune-exit. 
"You are a weird one, Matey..." 

East hall: Nothing. 

East hall near: WAIT A MOMENT! The Rules! They had changed again!

Five adults now reported missing. Suspect Convicted
Five adults are now linked to the incident at Frederica Fazbear's Pizza, where they entered, dressed as cartoon mascots, supposedly to interact with the animatronics. 
A night guard has been charged with abduction and possibly murder, yet, the bodies remain absent. 
Frederica Fazbear's Pizza, strangely enough, has not had much problems, even with the bad publicity, since parents and children still seem to enjoy the place. 
"It's a tragedy, but one bad apple won't spoil the orchard!" 

Mike blinked... 
IT'S ME! 

.

LOVE ME! 

The Rules: 
-Don*'t run
-Don't yell
-Don't scream
-Don't do that on the floor
-Don't go alone
-Don't touch Frederica "there"
-Don't hit
-Leave before dark

Mike shook his head. What the fuck was going on? Those weird flashes... the words... who was it? What was it? 
"Calm down, Mike... just stay calm! You know a little more now!" the guard told himself and rubbed his eyes. "Five people go missing, the night guard did it... and everyone was happy... weird, but... weird...." 
After a sigh, he switched back to the pirate cove: Empty!
"So the captain left the ship? I thought you were to stay, even if it sank..." Mike wondered loudly. He leaned back and sighed. "Lets see where you go..." 

He switched to the dining area, where Chika still stood in the shadows. 

West Hall: Fox?
Mike's eyes almost fell out! Foxy was sprinting down the hall like a  FUCKING ROADRUNNER! 
His hand wasn't even halfway to the Door-button as the red monstrosity barged into the room. 
"That's not fair...!" 
 
1AM 
Mike was sure that phone guy was some malicious monster! He could have told him that Foxy SPRINTED around. That asshole was probably in some cozy mental health clinic now and jerking off to the thought of Mike living every moment of the nigh in fear! At least when he was not having shock therapy...

"AHOI THERE, MATEY!" Foxy announced and swung his hook around. 
For a moment, Mike considered going limp, but Foxy had already seen him scramble and scream, so that was a tad late now. "Erm... Arr captain?" he offered. 
"What ye be doing here, landlubber? This be no place for a scallywag like ye!" the captain announced, pointing at Mike with his good hand. 
"Erm... I... be... manning... the crow's nest... captn?" Mike answered, feeling the sweat comming down his forhead. Maybe he could reason with Foxy. 
"So ye be the spy, spying on me ship with that glassy eyes of ye! I say, belay that, Landlubber! The captain ain't no friend to spies!" Foxy yelled menacingly.
"But... it's me... erm... my job!" 
Foxy moved, yet again, his speed surprised Mike and grabbed the poor guard by his collar. Mike felt cold steel, as the back of the hook slowly ran over his throat. "So, landlubber, shall Captn Foxy show you what happens to spies on his ship?" 

Mike yelped loudly as the fox threw him over his shoulder. He kicked a few times, but nothing could stop the captain from dragging him out of the office. Mike looked around desperately to find something, anything to hold onto. Foxy was even worse than Chika! She just wanted to feed him, Foxy wanted to outright MURDER him! But again, the iron limbs and heartless servos were too much for Mike's human strength. God may have mercy on his soul.

They arrived in the dark dining area and Mike was rather roughly thrown belly first onto a table, sending party hats flying. 

"Ye see me ship?" Foxy asked loudly and grabbed the back of Mike's collar. Mike's face was forced to look at the pirate cove. "See it? Look, dog! Look fer all you want!" 
He let go of Mike's collar, giving the guard a moment to catch his breath. Mike was about to explain himself, when Foxy's hook went under his belly and opened his vest with incredible speed. Before Mike could even think, his vest was had been tied around his wrists and bound them firmly behind his back. 
The captain pulled his arms upwards, earning a pained groan from Mike. 
"All yer watching me! Trying to see where I burry me treasure! Well, ye can watch all ye want, when I stuff ye into Davey Jones' locker!" Foxy announced grimly. 
Mike let out a scared yelp. Earlier he had been scared, but now, he was panicking. The pain, the threats, the fact that Foxy could literally kill him at any point... he was close to crying! 
And the nightmare continued!
“What is going on here?” an all too familiar voice asked from the left.
“Oh god no…” Mike groaned into the table.
“Ye stay out of this, Chika!” Foxy snapped “This scallywag here be a spy!”
The chicken moved closer to the table and Mike looked up at the approaching tormentor. Maybe she would… no, this was his hell. Certainly she would make it worse!
“A spy? Don’t be silly, Capn!” Chika said and shook her head. “He is just a grumpypants, who goes alone too often.”
Mike let out a relieved sigh. Maybe there was some hope?
“But…” Foxy answered a tad disappointed “He spied on me to see me burry me treasure!”
“But you haven’t buried your treasure tonight, right?” Chika asked gruffly.
The pirate fox went silent for a moment.
“Good, Chika, keep that up. I swear, I will do you for saving me!” Mike mumbled and tried to slowly wedge out of Foxy’s grasp.
“Ye be right, lass!” Foxy nodded and grabbed Mike firmer “What ya say, shall we share the loot?”
Mike’s hope sunk, as Chika nodded eagerly. She moved to the far side of the table and grabbed his cap, let it fall to the ground and ran a hand through his hair. The guard let out a whimper as the chicken eagerly stroked his head, as if to calm him.
He soon found out why.
Foxy tore his pants open with his hook and a cool tingle went over his thighs, as he pulled them down alongside his boxers.
“No!” Mike whimpered, still being caressed by Chika. “NO!”
“Aye, Matey!” Foxy answered with an eagerness in his voice. “Time to bury me treasure!”
“NO!”
“Now, mister grumpy pants, be a good sport. The captn will share his bounty with you. You should be grateful!”
Tears were now flowing freely and Mike let out another whimper as he felt a hard and warm shaft push between his slightly toned cheeks. How it was warm, why he felt it throbbing… all those things did not matter to him. Foxy was about to do him in the ass!
“Don’t! Please! I beg you!” Mike begged between the tears.
“Now, don’t be a sad grump!” Chika commented. Her servos snarled and suddenly, Mike had a full view of her pussy in his face. She had put a leg on the table. Without much ado, she shoved his lips onto hers. “Now, here, you can get your mind off it.”
Mike winced at the strangely flowery smell and the soft warmth of Chika’s velvet lips. His cheeks were pushed against warm downs and he couldn’t help but feel his own manhood throb from the sensation.
“Seems like the landlubber is getting some wind in his sails…” Foxy commented and brought his hand down on Mike’s cheek with a loud slap.
Mike whimpered, as the pain ran through him. He was scared, humiliated and it got worse and worse by the second.
“Now what about it, Landlubber?” the pirate asked and ran his cold hook over Mike’s trembling butt. “I don’t hear me first mate sing praises to ye. I suggest ye start before old Foxy has to get the cat o’ nine tails and lay yer bones bare!” He ended with another hard slap on Mike’s exposed backside.
Mike was trembling now. Foxy’s manhood was still wedged between his asscheeks and the icy hook sent tremors of fear and panic over him. It was a horrible contrast to the painful warmth that the slaps left. Swallowing hard, he dove between Chika’s legs, quickly finding her puffy lips and licking them for all he was worth.
Clumsily, Mike licked over the chicken’s pussy, pushing the lips from side to side and partially slipping in. Chika was clearly unsatisfied with him and pushed him harder against her, pushing his nose against her feathers. Breathing became harder, as he was forced against her and Mike felt even more panic rise. Those two would go mad if he sneezed.
“Me thinks ye be enjoying this!” Foxy commented and gave him another painful slap on his ass.
Mike whimpered into Chika’s pussy and tried his best to eat her out properly. He pushed his tongue past her folds and began licking and nibbling as well as he could. Lick after lick, Chika remained silent and he could envision Foxy behind him, raising his hand and smacking him again and again. First with his good hand, until his ass was crimson with the fox’s clawmarks. Mike closed his eyes and tried to focus on the labia, he was caressing and worshipping. But what if the captain deemed him unworthy of regular punishment? If he began using his hook? If he began leaving crimson lines on his back and ass. Lines that pulsed with pain and fresh blood? Mike began to sob and tried gentle bites and rubbed Chika’s tender meat between his lips. Was he really that bad? Did he really deserve being flogged and abused by the captain? Couldn’t he even get Chika off?
Suddenly, a soft hand was placed on his head and began to stroke him gently.
Just for a moment, Mike managed to look up: Chika had her head in the back of her neck, biting down on her free hand.
A tad of hope washed over him. Maybe his ministration was good enough to be spared the wrath of the captain, maybe…
“Seems like me mate has left for her own sea.” Foxy suddenly snickered from behind and grabbed Mike by the hip. “Well…” Mike felt the fox’s dick leave his cheeks. A strange sound came from behind him. As if someone had opened some screws, followed by a slurping noise. “The hour to bury me treasure!”
The coldness of the hook returned and traced his butt in a cross pattern. “X marks the spot!”
Mike let out a yelp as Foxy’s wet, slippery dickhead suddenly pushed against his anal ring. Reflex demanded that he flexed as hard and firm as he could, but the dick was merciless. Slowly, he felt it penetrate and stretch his passage, every millimetre sending tingles of pain and hot, unfamiliar pleasure over him. Mike groaned loudly as the head was in, his desperate and tingling hole snugly closing around its conqueror, trying in vain to close. He stopped treating Chika and just let out a few desperate sobs.
It earned him another hard slap on the ass, mixing the burn of shame, the horrible tingles from the penetration and the sharp pain from the claws of the captain.
“No soul told ye to belay!” Foxy barked and slapped again.
Mike let out a whimper and continued to lick and caress Chika, tears now mixing with the strong smelling juices of the chicken. His mind was slowly getting hazy from the flowery smell and taste on his lips. Foxy meanwhile, began burying his treasure deeper and deeper until his hips pushed against Mike’s ass. Mike groaned loudly into Chika’s pussy, but managed to keep on licking.
Foxy let out a loud “YARR!” and began to move.
Every thrust was hard and deep, sending pleasure and pain through Mike’s whole body. His abused sphincter soon gave in, stretching uncontrolledly whenever Foxy buried himself deep inside his ass. Mike groaned and moaned without thinking, his mind soon becoming fuzzy from the sensation of being taken roughly and the smell and taste in front of him.
Mike’s own dick throbbed with every thrust and soon, his legs gave in completely, leaving him limp on the desk, being fucked roughly by Foxy. The pirate gave Mike a full broadside, thrusting hard and fast into him, never slowing down, even for a moment.
Chika didn’t word anything, simply pushing Mike into her pussy, whenever he slowed down or stopped his licking and biting. Whatever part of Mike had taken over was still smart enough to notice and follow her demands, mostly because it was too afraid of another strike. Suddenly, he felt the lips contract around his tongue and a hot, musky liquid poured from them. Hazily, Mike lapped it up greedily, feeling it burn all the way to his stomach.
“A buddle of rum!” Foxy laughed loudly and sped up his thrusts.
The tingles, Foxy had caused, soon turned into fierce electricity and finally a rolling storm. Mike felt his stomach burn hot and the fire slowly moved downwards. His eyes rolled upwards and during the peak of one of Foxy’s harder barrages, the fire from his ass and his stomach united, sending a hard and long orgasm through him. His knees contracted, wrapping his legs around the pirate fox. Mike moaned and groaned into Chika and he felt hot semen shoot from his dick onto the floor.He heard moans and groans ring in his ears and felt his entire body going limp. 
Foxy kept moving and the orgasm kept going, making Mike tremble and groan uncontrolledly. At some point, he felt hot, stickiness fill his insides, but his hazy mind hardly recognized it.
He could hardly remember Foxy pulling out and warm, stickiness dripping over his balls.
All was dark after Chika had let go of him and Foxy had squeezed his ass one last time.

[This is my first time writing anal sex from the perceiving view, so I hope you enjoy. As for the bunny song, the answer was “Dave the Barbarian”. Sadly, nobody found it, so I have decided to solve it in a different way. Stay tuned and comment if you have any input. ]