"There is something we should let you know about." Rockstar Chica said.
"Is this about the 'other girls'?" Mike asks.
"Well, yeah. There are going to be some coming and going this week. So, don't be alarmed when you see the backroom door open. We're going to be out of their way for a while. Would that be okay with you?"
He thinks about it for a minute, and then nods.
He won't much like the change nor would he be comfortable with new girls, but as long as they're as good as the originals, he'll be fine with that. Chica smiles before she leans forward to kiss him on the cheek. She doesn't want to leave him alone with the other girls, but they want what she and the originals are getting.
She looks up at the clock, and it reads 12 AM. Her eyes soon fill with sadness, but she swiftly puts her smile back on her face.
"We should get going." She said.
She kisses him between the nostrils and gets off of him to walk out the room. And just like that, she were gone, leaving him sitting on his chair.
In the cameras, he sees each camera viewing each room of the building. Bonnie and Lefty were talking with Molten Freya and Rockstar Freya in the concert room. Foxy and Chica are letting out their frustrations with the Whack-a-Mole game in the arcade room.
Finally, in the camera view of the backroom, he sighs when he sees the door opening slowly. He flips the cameras off to save power and sits back on Kira's chair, waiting patiently for his girlfriend.
As Mike was waiting for Kira, he hears the clatter of shoes coming his way. He turns his head to see the first thing the light has revealed to his eyes. A soft foot wearing a green, short-heeled dress shoe. And then another steps in, bringing the newcomer into the light more. The girl's body form is lithe and her face is built with that heart-shaped chin and her twin braided green dye hair. However, there's something about her that seems…unusual in proportions. Her rear, shoulders and legs are finely sculpted like the originals, but her breasts are large; larger than Kira's, in fact.
And her pair of large mounds are covered with her green and yellow striped blouse. Each of her buttons are pale-colored and look old-fashion. A leather belt is strapped around her jean-made skirt that is length to the middle of her thighs. Despite the color of her clothing, her eyes and cheek dots are pink in color. Her eyelashes were professionally trimmed to look like she's a pop star. By the look of how she stands and how she acts, she looks shy towards him. Chica had told her about Mike, but the sight of him sends chills down her spine and her already impressive breasts enlarge by an inch.
"Um…hi…you must be M-mike." The girl said, slowly waving, "I'm Happy Frog, but the others call me 'Happy'."
"Hey." He replies, "So, you're the first 'other girl' to meet me?"
Happy nods, holding her arms behind her back shyly and looking down. Mike merely stares at her, but the way she unintentionally presents her breasts is rather tempting. He watches her nervously walk up to him and look at him with such overwhelming anxiety. She's been used to being around human males, but seeing him for the first time just makes her more shy than usual. Most human males look at her and try to get alone with her for her breasts, but Mike just stares at her in the eye, not seeming to expect anything from her.
"Mike, sir…I usually call a man Onii-Chan." She said, "So, I guess I should call y-you that. I-is that okay?"
"Onii-Chan? That's an unusual nickname, but sure." He replies.
"I always have a fe-fetish of brother and sister relationships. That's why I want to call you that."
He soon notices Happy raising her hands, and he could see that they're shaking in her own anxiety. She slowly unbuttons her blouse; one button at a time. All he could do is stare at her shy eyes desperately trying to stare back, but keep looking away. Her pink cheeks light up by her apparent arousal/shyness.
Mike tilts his head; that's new. He suddenly catches a glimpse of her open blouse and her white bra barely able to keep her large breasts up. Happy allows her blouse to fall off her arms and let it land onto the tiled floor.
She bites her bottom lip, figuring that he was ready to pounce on her at any minute. But, as she looks up at him, he just sits there. She reaches back to undo the claps that are keeping her bra on, and the bra quickly fall off to reveal her large, firm-soft breasts to his line of vision. Her puffy areoles and erect nipples are the first and only things to greet and stare at him. He stares back for a moment before he looks up at her eyes. Happy rubs her breasts as she shyly walks up to him.
"Speaking of fetishes…I do things differently." She said, "Are you okay with…what do men call it? Titfuck?"
His eyes widen. Through the experience with the previous night guards, he can assume that she did learn that from some…perverted guys. He just stares at her, surprised. And right as she asked that, she quickly covers her hands over her face, fallen into her anxiety of him bickering at her.
"Yeah. That would be okay." He replies.
Happy looks through two of her fingers, caught off guard by his politeness and his patience. She uncovers her face, but her lightened cheeks remain. She raises a hand to rub him on his stomach, inner thighs and the slit of his body.
Mike sighs I pleasure as he watches her rub him with both of her hands. However, something doesn't feel right, which is the cause of his slow response. Happy seems…uncomfortable. Into some kind of discomfort, even. Her bitten bottom lip and redden forehead are the evidence. He tilts his head, concerned. Happy looks up at him in shock when he gently grabs her hands, stopping her.
"There's something wrong, isn't there?" He asks casually.
Happy stares at him in the eyes. After what feels like minutes had passed, she looks away in guilt.
"Y-yeah." She answers, "I'm hurting. I don't know how or why, but I feel a certain aching feeling. I need help."
Mike tilts his head once again, and he leans his head forward to look closer to all of her form. It didn't really take long; her breasts are large and the areoles seem to be reddened and aching. Something that the Kira had told to put into her.
"How often have you massaged your breasts?" He asks.
"What?" Happy asks back.
"Usually when you feel an aching feeling in your chest, that's because your breasts are made with your own aching feeling. A sudden arousal. So, have you've been massaging them often?"
Happy looks down at her breasts, and her cheeks lighten brighter. She hasn't been thinking that this was a thing. Throughout the days of when she used to work, she had often been feeling aroused all the time. And they had to put her in the backroom because of it; she couldn't work with the constant arousal feeling. Now that she knew what it's caused by, she whimpers in guilty-pleasure when she thinks of Mike doing it for her. She just should've known…
"N-no." She said.
He frowns at her situation. He gently pushes her back and uses his claws to lift her onto the desktop. He smiles, assuring her that he will be careful before he raises his hands to fill her in his hands. His hands could barely hold her breasts as he massages them in circular motions.
Her cheeks brighten, but this time, she's loving this. That aching feeling in her breasts is suddenly fading into feeling of pleasure. That surging heat traveling throughout her body begins to spread all over.
Happy moans, her mouth watering by his gentle touch and the flesh between her thighs begins to heat up by her own body heat and moisture. Her lips twist and swift in her delight, and he smiles at that. He squeezes them gently, and her moans loudly in an instant. As he continues to move and squeeze her in different patterns, Happy grabs her hands onto the desk in the point of turning white. She couldn't help but wrap her legs around his waist, keeping him close. He knows she loves this. He keeps this action for a moment longer before he crushes her areoles and nipples between his fingers. He watches for a response, and Happy begins to moan and pant hot breaths as he scissors and tickles her areoles.
"Onii-Chan…" She whimpers, "Please do it harder."
Mike does what she pleads of him. He squeezes her breasts harder and twists her nipples in the same matter. He feels his own arousal growing by how her pants grow hotter and her shoulders shuddering. His hands open and close in their clutches on her, and he looks at her nipples. And Happy makes a soft scream. She opens one eye to see that he was gently biting into her left nipple.
She closes her eyes shut and moans through her squirming lips. She feels her something inside her body rush like water in a hose the moment she feels him sucking and twirling his tongue on her nipple. She doesn't know what it actually is, and her mind is filled with panic. However, Mike keeps giving her breasts his undivided attention, as she wanted him to. She widens her eyes when she feels a growing heat surging through her insides and her breasts.
She doesn't know how, but she thinks that this is her getting close. Before she could react, she screams by her climax. Her entrance leaks out her hot fluids and, to his surprise, liquid begins to spray into his mouth and between his finger and thumb. Mike keeps her nipple in his mouth as he tastes a certain bubblegum flavor in fluid of her breasts.
It would feel weird and unnatural if he calls it "milk". He keeps her exposed nipple bent, only for a moment before he switches breasts. Happy's cheeks brighten even more by her sweet and intense climax surpassing. She smiles when she could feel him draining her fluids out of her breasts.
This is just what she wanted from him. She catches her breath as Mike takes a step back after her legs relaxed. When he looks down at her breasts, he tilts his head. What was once the large size of Happy's mounds are now the exact size of Kira's.
He guesses that the size would expand over time. He'll have to give her this treatment daily. He looks up into her eyes, and Happy smiles as soon as she realizes that he's staring at him intently. Her breasts and her warm flesh are still soaked by her fluids.
"Thank you, Onii-Chan." She whispers.
He smiles. He leans forward to kiss her on the forehead. Happy looks down and realizes that he is gotten hard from the experience, but he didn't try to have sex with her. He actually took his time to help her with her desperate need, not his own. She looks up at him, feeling a bit more comfortable with him. With a sweet smile, she gently pushes him onto his chair.
To his surprise, all he could witness is Happy kneeling in front of him and Mike eyes close slowly when he feels himself in her soft hand. Happy strokes him slowly up and down, making him grow harder and larger by the pulse of blood. When she notices that his member is well lubricated, she retracts her hand and puts his warm hardened steel between her breasts.
While she would expect him to disappear between her breasts completely due to experience, she falls surprised when she realizes that they only sandwich most of him. She looks up at him in a shy way, but she knows she can return the favor.
As Happy moves her upper body up and down, her breasts slide and stroke his fleshy-steel. She closes her eyes in a new sense of pleasure; Mike's manhood feels so warm and hard…and her breasts are so soft to him. Mike leans his head back, moaning by her breasts sliding onto his shaft and tip. His insides tremble when she decides to move her breasts in different patterns, making him feel closer.
Happy watches him appear and disappear between her fleshy mounds, but not his tip, though. So, she leans her head down and takes the tip in her mouth. She twirls her tongue and bobs her head over it. His claws dig into the material of the roll-up chair. He feels his insides burning with his molten fire rushing through him like wildfire. Happy gives one strong suck on his tip before he couldn't help nut thrust his hips against her breasts. Happy closes her eyes and keeps her grip tight, feeling him moving fast and strong between her fleshy mounds. She moans loudly when she feels that sensation. He feels his molten feeling rushing through him faster than before. And he mutes the roar behind his throat when he releases his molten seed. The hot fluid that shoots from his body jets upward and coats onto her breasts, surprising her with the intense heat. She feels like he releases fluids that can ignite fire.
"Oh no! I'm on fire!" She screams.
He jerks his head upward, surprised and worried about her. Only he could relax when he sees her smiling flirtingly at him, her breasts covered in his seed. He just realized that she made him worry about nothing.
"Made you look."
Mike leans his head back with a chuckle; she got him. He didn't know that she could be the prankster type. He watches her stands up, her breasts moving upward a few times as she does it. She leans forward to kiss him on cheek before she picks up her blouse and bra as she walks out. But she stops in the doorway when she notices something in her blouse pocket.
"Oh, Mike." She said as she walks back, "I forgot to leave you with something…If you want it."
Mike looks up at her, curious. He nods as he sits up as he watches her pull something out of the pocket. He tilts his head when she holds in against her lips and filling its long, rubbery material with her air. He realizes that it's a balloon before Happy turns around and ties the opening of the balloon.
He leans to his left and right, trying to see what it is as she manipulates the balloon into something. The sound of rubber rubbing against rubber fills him with even more curiosity. After what feels like an eternity, she pulls out a marker and scribbles something on it before turning back to him.
On what Mike could see is a balloon manipulated to look like rabbit. She drew a pair of eyes and a scribble saying "To Onii-Chan". She connects it with a string and gives it to him. He plucks the end of the string, flattered by the light and thoughtful gift. She is a "Balloon Maker" for a reason.
"Thanks, Happy." He said, "I really mean it."
She smiles happily before she kisses his cheek and skips childishly out the door and down the hallway. He watches her cheerfully skip her way to their showers. With his manhood disappearing back into his body and with a stretch of his arms, he decides to walk out the himself. Only for him, he just needs to pay Kira and the girls a visit.
In the backroom, which is a rather large room to be, a shadow looms by the moonlight illuminating through the ceiling window. Dubstep music of "Infinite" could be heard across the room as a figure walks past the numerous lifeless animetronic endoskeletons.
The darkness mask their specific inner workings as the figure reveals herself in the light. The light reveals the face of Scrap Cindy; her jagged grin still visible and her silver eyes looking upon the source of the lithe and slightly curved shadow.
She watches this feminine figure raise a hand to attempt to choke one lifeless endoskeleton. Her hand and fingers are covered with spirals of snakelike tendrils, but they are barely visible as the endoskeleton could barely have its head lifted by an unknown power. After a few failed attempts, she clutches her fist in frustration.
"No…" The figure said in her smooth, sexy voice, "I'm losing my powers. If I don't pleasure a man tonight, I'm be powerless…"
Cindy steps forward, with a slight concern for her. She looks at the clock; it reads twelve AM.
"The night isn't over, sister." She replies, "You can still give pleasure to one…male…"
"Male?"
"Not a human male. He is something much more. Something much more durable and resilient. He's given a heel of a pleasure week for the other girls and he's even pleasuring Happy Frog as we speak. He's dating Senpai. And you know that means he's worthy."
Under the shadows, the figure smiles. She turns to Cindy and steps into the light. The lithe figure of a feminine animetronic, from her heart-shaped chin to her breasts and to her curved waist, looks somewhat like Cindy. Except, the differences are obvious.
Her short hair is blueish white, unlike Cindy's. Whereas Cindy's suit top and dress pants are blue, this female's top is blueish white and her dress pants are red. Her bowtie are ruby red. Her artificial flesh is rather pale due to the lack of exposure to sunlight; because an animetronic's skin is functioned to change by "tanning".
This Cindy clone has the same freckles under her eyes, but her eyes are consumed by darkness. And with them, white orbs of light could act as her pupils. From her left hand, the same snakelike tendrils slither around her forearm and fingers happily before she flicks them off with a tap of a finger. This animetronic, which looks like someone to die for, smiles seductively.
This Cindy clone is rather the "mother" of Cindy and the other girls. Candy is her name; whereas the public used to call her "Cynthia".
Her and Cindy was once the first animetronics they created, as their line was supposed to follow one that belonged to this "Funtime Candy and Funtime Cindy" that were made decades ago. She had her revenge before they could be scrapped.
Now, she's hungry for this "Mike's" pleasure.
"No…" She whispers, "This night is not over…"
