Michelle Schmidt was the new nighttime security guard at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Terrible as the pay was, she needed it to help cover the cost of textbooks. Besides, she needed a job where she could get away from people. She had lost her last job after giving a guy a black eye for staring at her too much; 45 hips on a 25 waist were to blame for that. Fucker deserved it, though.
She came into work on her first day an hour early to set up her work station and scope the place out. It was a typical children's playground/restaurant. Obnoxious screaming was omnipresent, the floors were sticky, and tired, miserable-looking parents leaned against the walls, exchanging stories about the drudgery of their daily lives. A band of three animatronic animals were playing grating music on a loop, occasionally stopping to give a prerecorded speech and move on to the next song. All of it made Michelle more and more glad that she took the night shift.
The singer was the restaurant's eponymous Freddy Fazbear. As the name implied, he was a bear, and he looked the part. He sported a hulking build, towering over everyone, even his fellow performers. His face was huge, too, featuring a very notable jawline with large teeth to match. He acted like a clown onstage, but he also seemed to be focused on maintaining order; he was the only animatronic who gave reminders about the restaurant's rules. The chicken, Chica, was holding a cupcake with eyes rather than an instrument, for some reason. Chica was more exuberant than Freddy, as she was more involved with the audience than Freddy. She was of medium height compared to the two others. Yellow feathers covered her from the hips up, and a small, flexible beak cast cheerful smiles from her face as she talked to the kids in the crowd. She wore a bib displaying the text "Let's Eat!" which, oddly enough, seemed to be covering a very large set of breasts. Why a robotic animal mascot for children needed to have an hourglass figure was beyond Michelle. Last was Bonnie, the purple rabbit on guitar. She was very reserved in comparison to the others, rarely interacting with the patrons and not saying a whole lot when she did. A soft voice, cute face, and seemingly shy demeanor accompanied this. The smallest of the three (not counting her ears towards her height), she had a slender upper body, lacking the ridiculous endowment Chica had, but made up for it with an impossibly large butt and thighs to match. Michelle could only assume such design decisions were made to provide incentive for fathers to bring their children and spend money; how the presence of such sexualized characters in a family establishment wasn't complained about, she couldn't guess.
Michelle tried to flag down somebody in management to talk to, but strangely enough, she couldn't find anyone. She tried some of the doors in the employees-only areas, but all of them were locked. She checked in her office, but there were no notes or messages of any kind left for her. Regular employees were present, but they were all either too busy getting ready to close down or flat out refused to talk to her. The complete lack of communication with anybody was quite suspicious. When midnight came and she started her shift, however, she received a phone call detailing the job. Finally.
Unfortunately, the person on the phone was a rambler. The phone guy explained the rules of the establishment, yammered on about some legal jargon that Michelle didn't listen to, and then began to talk about the potential dangers of the job. That is, she didn't listen until he started talking about how they would need to scrub down the facilities and replace the carpets if she went missing. This information initially confounded Michelle, until it was followed by the description of how the robots wandered around at night. How they were apparently strong enough to bite through human bone. How they would stuff Michelle into a suit if they got to her. How she only pieces of her which would remain would be her eyes and her teeth. Her first thought upon hearing this was to leave, but she couldn't; not with those things walking around and with no window in her office. She tested the doors to see if they could remain shut, but alas, closing them ate up her limited power supply. Michelle had no choice but to wait the night out, fighting for her life.
Michelle began to check the cameras. For the first few hours of the night, nothing happened. Not that this helped ease her. The silence was maddening. Whenever some kind of sound, however small, reverberated throughout the empty pizzeria, her heart would nearly beat out of her chest. Still, no actual danger presented itself. That is, until around 3:00 am. Bonnie disappeared from the show stage. A cold sweat struck Michelle as soon as she saw this. She clicked around frantically on the tablet to find Bonnie, but was soon at ease when she found her in the backstage area with the spare animatronic parts. This relaxed her about as much as was possible given the situation. She checked back on the show stage. Freddy and Chica hadn't moved. If they stayed put, the night had potential to not be so bad.
Come 4:39 am, this hope was lost. Chica had disappeared. Once again, Michelle panicked. No matter what she did, she couldn't find Chica. She heard noises coming from the kitchen, could that have been her? Michelle kept looking in light of this uncertainty. As she was doing so, she was greeted with a surprise in Pirate Cove. A large, mangy-looking animatronic fox was staring right at the camera with large, piercing white eyes. Since when were there four robots? Michelle was consumed with trepidation; so much so that she lost track of Bonnie. When the realization of this struck her, Michelle's heart nearly stopped. She lowered the tablet and was greeted with a purple face mere inches from her own. Michelle was paralyzed. She was as good as dead. On the verge of tears, all Michelle could do was shut her eyes, turn away, and prepare for the inevitable.
What she didn't expect was to feel a warm tongue slowly running up her cheek. Opening her eyes, she turned her head to see Bonnie curiously surveying her, looking her up and down. Michelle didn't know what to make of the situation, unsure if she was still in any kind of danger. Bonnie continued to look her over until she sensed Michelle staring at her and looked up. Her magenta eyes met with Michelle's own striking blues.
"S-sorry, did I scare you?" Bonnie suddenly spoke.
"Oh!" Michelle jumped up, not expecting Bonnie to strike up conversation. "No, no, you didn't," she lied.
"Oh, that's good," Bonnie said. "I'm always worried about scaring people when I meet them. The people in charge tell me I do that sometimes."
"People in charge?" Michelle inquired.
"Yeah, there are some men and women in fancy clothes that come in sometimes to check on us. They're kind of mean, though. You aren't one of them, are you?"
Michelle took note of what she was wearing. A white dress shirt, a black tie, and some jeans; hardly fancy, but Bonnie probably couldn't tell the difference.
"No, I'm not." Michelle answered.
"Good. I don't like them," Bonnie pouted.
"Who do you like?"
"I really like talking with the kids! Parents too, but they never want to go near me. I normally don't get to leave the stage when there are people around, though. That's why I came here."
Michelle paused once more.
"You don't know a lot about the world, do you?"
"N-no," Bonnie admitted. Michelle was unsure if the stuttering was a mechanical issue or not. "I've never been outside the restaurant. That's why I was so eager to meet you up close."
"Well," Michelle said, leaning forward and grabbing Bonnie's hands, "It's nice to meet you, Bonnie."
Bonnie looked at her hands in Michelle's and, somehow, blushed.
"W-what's your n-n-name?" she asked sheepishly.
Michelle smiled. "My name is Michelle."
"It's nice to meet you too, Michelle."
Another pause.
"Bonnie," Michelle spoke up, "what happened to the security guard before me?"
"I-I don't know," Bonnie answered, seemingly genuinely. "I never got to meet him. Freddy got to him one night, and then he was just gone."
"Do you know what happened to him?"
"No. Freddy never tells me anything."
"The other animatronics aren't your friends?" Michelle asked.
"Just Ch-Chica," Bonnie answered, blushing once more.
"Well," Michelle paused. "I can be your friend."
"Will you?" Bonnie asked excitedly.
Michelle smiled warmly. "Sure, Bonnie."
"Oh, wonderful!" Bonnie cheered, hugging Michelle tightly. "I'm glad we can be friends, Michelle. I really like you."
Michelle, admittedly, found her own face running with blood when she heard this.
"I like you too, Bonnie," she assured.
Bonnie pulled away from the hug and looked at Michelle once more, this time taking in her features; her short, black hair, her soft, very light brown skin. Her eyes moved downward to see the generous curves running along Michelle's short body.
"You're really pretty, Michelle," Bonnie said, looking back at Michelle's face.
"Thanks, Bonnie. You too."
Once again the two found themselves staring at each other's eyes when Michelle picked up on Bonnie's signals. Lowering her eyelids, she put a hand on Bonnie's cheek. Bonnie was a bit startled, but she did not resist as Michelle slowly pulled their faces closer together. Cautiously, Michelle placed a soft kiss on Bonnie's lips. After a few seconds Michelle pulled away slightly, waiting for a response. She could hear shuddering breaths escaping Bonnie's throat. Michelle kissed her once more, and again after that. Soon she moved her tongue into Bonnie's mouth; initially just brushing the tips of their tongues together, the action quickly escalated to a series of deep, lengthy kisses. Bonnie and Michelle's breathing both grew heavy, and they both became more physically involved. Michelle wrapped her arms around Bonnie, who was slowly rubbing Michelle's thighs. Breaking away from a kiss, Michelle leaned back as Bonnie gradually undid her tie and unbuttoned her shirt, exposing more her subtle, cinnamon-colored skin. Michelle swiftly and methodically unhooked her bra, revealing her soft, shapely breasts which were right on the cusp between C and D. Bonnie carefully placed her lips over one of Michelle's light pink nipples. Michelle felt moisture building below as Bonnie sucked her breasts, tickling her with her tongue. She felt up Bonnie's soft, ample buttocks and thighs before standing up out of her chair, pushing Bonnie back a bit, and laying Bonnie down gently on the floor of the office. She took a moment to drop the clothing which hanged off her torso before removing her belt and unbuttoning her fly in order to lower the tight pair of jeans which had been closely hugging the full and robust curves of her hips.
Ridding herself of her last articles of clothing, Michelle placed her hands and knees near Bonnie's ears and hips. Gradually lowering herself, she dangled her breasts over Bonnie's face, allowing her to lick and feel them before very slowly shifting downwards, pressing her chest tightly against Bonnie's torso as she moved down. Moving up once more, Michelle placed her own mouth upon Bonnie's flat chest as she moved her fingers inside of her. It was something of an odd but surprisingly accurate reproduction of human anatomy; flexible lips hiding a warm, wet tract. Keeping in line with the imitation, Bonnie let out very slight moans as Michelle rhythmically pumped her fingers inside and out, over and over again. As she moved her lips to Bonnie's neck, she increased the tempo of her movements. Bonnie's breaths became more shallow and rapid; her moans, though still quiet, had become more noticeable. Michelle finally closed the distance between her face and Bonnie's and pressed their lips together. As Michelle intensified her motions even further, Bonnie struggled to maintain contact with Michelle's kisses in between her gasps for air. Michelle stopped as soon as she noticed a massive shudder coursing through Bonnie's body, making her stiffen before she returned to more relaxed breathing.
After taking some time to recuperate, Bonnie got up to see Michelle lying on the ground before her with her legs spread, arms lying by her head, her short black hair in a state of unkempt beauty, and a look of invitation on her face. She placed the toes of her right foot on Bonnie's shoulder to further signal what she wanted. Bonnie grabbed the extended leg before getting on her hands and knees and leaning in. Bonnie began, keeping her hands busy up and down Michelle's plentiful thighs while working with her tongue. Initially, she made simple lapping motions, slowly and deliberately, before running her tongue up and down in one continuous motion. Michelle quivered from the stimulus as she grew wetter and wetter. As quivers became shudders, Bonnie abandoned her careful moves in favor of wildly flailing her tongue around as quickly as possible, making erratic circles, traveling to and from the sides and ends in seconds. Bonnie's movements gradually increased in speed over the course of minutes, her chin eventually becoming drenched in the fluids shared between the two of them. Finally, Michelle felt everything coming to a head. The long buildup reached its end when a jolt of pleasure struck her, causing her to gasp. An onset of exhaustion settled in Michelle's body as the feeling of bliss echoed through her. She placed a hand atop Bonnie's head, signaling her to stop. Bonnie moved her head up, meeting Michelle's gaze, seeing her smile. Bonnie had an adorable look of innocence on her face. Michelle gave a small hand signal and Bonnie came up to kiss her before settling in her embrace. Bonnie buried her head in Michelle's neck, while Michelle kissed her forehead and slowly stroked her back. The two stayed on the floor cuddling for some time, until a flag was set off in Bonnie's head.
"Oh, M-Michelle, I need to go! It's almost six!" Bonnie exclaimed, getting up and tidying herself.
"Oh," Michelle said flatly. "I'd better get ready myself, then."
Michelle stood up and began getting dressed. She contemplated what had just happened to her. Seems she didn't have a reason to leave the job anymore. Hell, she was being paid for this. No way she wasn't going to keep coming in. Changing her train of thought, she grimaced as she saw how sweat-stained her white shirt was. That could raise questions when she got home.
"Hey Bonnie," Michelle said whilst tightening her belt, "I just wanted to say that-"
Bonnie had already left the office. The clock had struck 6:00 am. It was time to go home.
