I don't care if you don't want it, it's happening. This is the second chapter of what is obviously one of the best things I have ever written. (Jk not really but they're different than what I usually do)

*Reminder: all characters are anthro and no longer robots! Foxy (and Bonnie) is GENDERBENT and Freddy is the only male! Get it through your heads, some of you people!

And honestly, this is a lot more comedic than the other. I didn't have the 'mojo' this time so it's not, like, as intense.

"Oh, I'm so sorry about this!"

Freddy tried to pry the mother off of him but was somewhat failing as she attempted to clean up the root beer that was spilt all over the front of his suit. Her child—the culprit of the soda escapade—stood by her feet, hiding. The pup had ambushed him (though more like was in the process of jumping off a table when he'd walked by) and had had the soft drink in his hand. From there, it was all downhill. The mother had been turned around, and once she heard her kid shout and Freddy fall backwards from the shock, she'd been the first one on the scene. She'd tugged the bear up and immediately assaulted him with napkins, desperately trying to un-stain his working clothes.

"Miss, it's alright, you can stop," Freddy tried to say. He didn't want to hurt her or anything, so he was really not allowing himself to touch her at all.

"No, no, just let me," she continued frantically. "I should have been watching Donnie . . ." Freddy finally just grabbed her wrists and that ultimately stopped her from attempting to clean him up.

"Miss, why don't I just go and clean myself up? A janitor will be out shortly, I presume, to wipe up the rest of the mess that didn't get on me." She frowned, but stopped. Freddy gave her a quick smile and turned away.

Foxy watched as Freddy stormed by Pirate's Cove, looking flustered. She raised an eyebrow at this, but decided against going after him. There were kids in here, after all, and it was her job to entertain them. She and Freddy had break in about ten minutes so she would wait until then.

When break finally came, she escorted the kids out and closed the curtains to her beloved Pirate's Cove. Then, she made her way down the wall to the smoke room, where Freddy would obviously be. She was correct.

"Ahoy, Freddy," Foxy cooed, sneaking up on him and pressing her nose against his neck. He shivered at the touch but barely moved his eyes to look at her. "Somethin' troublin' ya? You're smokin' a lot more intensely than ya usually do." That's when he turned around. She raised an eyebrow at his undone shirt and bow tie, tail twitching.

"A kid split their freaking pop on me," Freddy replied. He took the edge of his suit coat in one hand and waved it. "This time it was all over the front of my suit." He gestured as he talked, cigarette balanced between the fingers on one hand. He held it up to his mouth and took a long drag, keeping eye contact with her. "And what do you mean, I'm smoking more intensely?" His eyes narrowed.

Foxy smirked. "Ya do this face, and when you're upset ya do it worse. Your eyes narrow and ya huff real loud sometimes," she explained playfully. Freddy, however, did not seem in the mood.

"Go fuck yourself, you brat. Let me enjoy my break." Freddy waved his hand, gesturing for her to do exactly as he had instructed. He puffed on his cigarette, making . . . the face.

"What! Rude!" Foxy placed her hands on her hips, offended. "And you're doin' it 'gain." She imitated his expression. Freddy glowered at her with unamusement clear in his eyes.

Getting an idea, Foxy tugged on his hand. "Freddy, I know what'lli cheer ya up~"

He frowned, eyeing her smirk. A glimmer of mischief was sparkling in her golden eyes. Freddy put out his cigarette and reluctantly let himself be pulled forward. The pirate took a sharp turn and a door clicked behind them. Almost immediately, her tongue was down his throat and she was pushing against him.

"F-Foxy!" he stammered, pushing her away slightly. She gazed up at him with seductive eyes. "We can't have sex at work!"

"No one's gonna catch us," Foxy murmured, catching hold of his coat by the lapels and spinning him around so his back was against the wall opposite to the door.

"That's—Foxy, that isn't the worst thing! For one, we're at work, and secondly, this is a children's restaurant!" He paused. "And we're in a janitor's closet! If we're gonna do it, we might as well wait until later, where we're comfortable."

"I am perfectly comfortable." Foxy grinned at him. "Besides, isn't there a thrill in doin' it at work? Where we could possibly get caught?"

"No."

"Oh, come on, Freddy. Don't be such a downer." She grinded harder against him.

"Foxy, don't . . ." But as much as he tried, he couldn't exactly say he wasn't in the mood for some cheering up. Besides, she was always pretty sexy in her little pirate outfit; all lace and corset. Breasts bouncing up and down as she leaped about Pirate's Cove . . .

"Ya like somethin' ya see?" Foxy's purring voice pulled him out of his trance. Freddy blinked back into reality. "Ya know, this is good for ya. You're too much 'a tight ass to be more than a fuck buddy—which I've been enjoyin' immensely, don't get me wrong—but I dunno, I actually really like ya, Freddy. Somethin' like this could get ya to loosen up."

Freddy frowned at her momentarily. "I don't know . . ." Foxy planted a little kiss on his lips, then traced down his neck to his collarbone, in an attempt to get him to engage in this . . . activity with her. Not like her seductive charm and appealing frame couldn't do that for her, but still. She didn't think she'd met someone that was more of a downer and all around party pooper than Freddy Fazbear.

"You'll feel better . . . it's somethin' to get your mind off your ruined day," Foxy went on. She pushed herself against him even more. Freddy sighed.

"What if someone finds us?"

"Freddy, our break is only so long. Do ya want to do this or not?" Her pushing it seemed to work, as he shrugged and pressed his mouth to hers, shutting them both up. They made out passionately for a good minute, then broke apart to get more air in. Freddy reached down and began to undo the laces on her corset. She removed his hat and slid his bow tie off while this was happening. When he was done, she wiggled out of the dress and picked a foot up, kicking it aside. He tugged the rest of his suit shirt and jacket off. Their lips returned to one another's as he fumbled to undo her bra and she unzipped his pants. It was beginning to get a bit heated in that little closet.

Articles of clothing were scattered across the floor, and Freddy now had Foxy pushed up against the wall. His hands were on her waist, and then one slipped up and squeezed her boob firmly, finger swirling around the nipple. Foxy responded by moaning into his mouth. They eventually parted, saliva hanging in tiny strings from each other's mouths. Foxy paused a slight moment before grabbing his member and running a hand down it. She did this several times to get him warmed up. They didn't have much time, after all.

Freddy exhaled and reached around to grab her butt with both hands, squeezing gently. She purred at the action. He then brought a hand back around and stroked her swollen lips, making her shiver. Foxy rubbed the tip of his dick with her finger, sliding it up and down. She briefly let go to turn around and bent over, butt in the air. Her bright red tail flicked out of the way. She looked back over her shoulder, golden eyes pressing. Freddy positioned himself at her vagina's entrance and slowly pushed in. She moaned and pushed back, looking for more satisfaction. Taking this as his cue to get going, Freddy pulled out and thrust back in, beginning at a good pace. Foxy panted and whined, wriggling just slightly, to tell him to pick up the pace. He grinned—without her knowing, of course—and began to go faster. The room grew hot and smelled of sex.

Chica frowned, eyeing the mess on the floor. Bonnie stood next to her.

"I thought Dylan was here to clean this kind of stuff up," Chica said.

"No, I think he's sick today," Bonnie replied.

"Well, geez, thanks Freddy for cleaning up your mess." Chica rolled her eyes sarcastically and crossed her arms. "God dangit, why do we have only one janitor?"

"But he didn't make the mess. He was spilt on, right?"

"Doesn't mean he shouldn't clean it up." Chica frowned. "Mind getting the mop?"

"Me? Why don't you? You found it," Bonnie retorted.

"Bonbon, please? Freddy is on break for another five minutes and I know for certain that Foxy won't clean it up. And besides, she's on break, too."

Bonnie sighed. "Fine. But you're cleaning it up." She pointed sharply at the chicken.

"Yeah, yeah, sure. Just go get the mop."

"Come on, harder!" Foxy moaned. Her back was arched, and her hands were pressed flat against the wall as she cried out softly in pleasure. Freddy had one hand wrapped around her fluffy tail, yanking it at his pleasure. He thrust harder into her and squeezed her ass with the other.

Foxy felt close to her orgasm and drove deeper onto Freddy's cock, wanting the release. He pulled harshly at her tail. She moaned at the tingling feeling it left shooting up her spine. Freddy pounded harder, also nearly at his climax. The tightness of her walls around his shaft and her cries of ecstasy pushed him onward.

"I'm gonna cum," Freddy growled, pulling more intensely on her tail. Foxy panted in reply. Then, with a loud exhale, he came, pushing himself deep into her. Foxy moaned, waves of pleasure crashing down on her at the feeling. A few moments later, he pulled out, semen dripping onto the floor. Foxy stood up and turned around. Freddy checked his watch.

"Well, we—"

"Oh my god! Are you kidding me?" Bonnie cried, maroon eyes going wide at the sight. Freddy and Foxy turned around—fully naked, mind you—to face the sudden voice. Freddy flushed red immediately, hands already covering up down there. Foxy put her hands to her boobs and her tail swung around to protect her nether region. Bonnie laughed, out of both laughter and evilness. Her phone was in her hands immediately, camera on.

"Shit, Bonnie, don't you dare!" Freddy snapped, letting one hand leave his privates to lunge at the bunny. She sidestepped and snapped several pictures, which—if looked at in order—would depict the two's surprise, covering themselves up, Freddy going for the phone, and Bonnie running from her angry boss, who had his hat over his you-know-what.

Bonnie had already outran her boss and was now cackling her head off as she entered the showroom where Chica was. The chicken glanced over, frowning.

"Girl, you get the mop or nah?" Chica asked, throwing her hands out.

"Ch-Chica, I have to—to tell you something!" Bonnie laughed, barely able to talk. "Look—look at the ph-ph-phone!" She shoved her cellphone towards her coworker, then placed her hands on her knees and just laughed. Chica took the phone and glanced down.

"Oh, geez! Oh my god! That is priceless!"

Freddy and Foxy quickly dressed, fumbling with their clothes. Freddy tied Foxy's corset back up and he buttoned his shirt and jacket, covering the root beer stain from earlier. They barely had time to clean up their . . . mess.

Finally, the pair hurried down to the showroom. Immediately, Bonnie and Chica pointed at them and laughed, making very suggesting gestures in their direction.

"Oh, will you shut it?" Freddy growled, trying to ignore the furious blush spreading across his face. Foxy smirked next to him, not caring very much at all.

"I better get back to the Cove," Foxy said. She reached forward and quickly grabbed his ass with one hand before darting off, leaving him to be humiliated by the other two.

I'm not even sure what that was, but enjoy it. XD And yes, Bonnie and Chica are really just comedic release in all of these. In my head, that's required for a story like this.