I literally haven't seen any content, NSFW or otherwise on Bunny Maloney and I want it real bad so I'm making it. I know there's a very niche fandom for just the show (Both French and English versions) and I'll be making both SFW and NSFW for the fandom! Cause why the heck not!

I'm a bit weird and Jean-François is my favorite character so there's gonna be content for him to! Almost especially him cause of that, so enjoy! This one will be NSFW!

There was a new dancing game out, an upside to the day. The downside to the day, Bunny and Candy were fighting again. The other upside, the new dancing game rig was at the local club. The downside, it was at the local club.

Now, he wasn't exactly adverse to attention, but rather Charlotte's attention. She flirted with every guy she came across, him included, and was a notorious gossip. If she caught him he'd either get cornered for drinks, for a date he didn't want to go on, or get ratted out to Candy and Bunny. With her it'd be all three and he is just flat not interested in her, who knows what he'd catch with a headcase like her going around. He shuddered at the thought. She showed up at the worst times to, always there as if she had always been there, it was creepy.

He heard the yelling getting louder and decided to leave his room, tired of the angry noises, he gave a flat look to them both, it managing to get even flatter when they tried to involve him.

"I don't see anything different with her, do you Jean-François?" Bunny pointed at Candy.

"I don't know how you couldn't given I've smacked you with it several times at this point!"

Jean-François looked better them both, pointed at Candy's new earrings and nodded at Candy. "Jean-François!" he had a happy tone, emphasizing where he was pointing with a small smirk as Candy's tail twitched and she turned to Bunny with a triumphant "Ha! See even Jean noticed!".

Jean-François made his escape quickly while Bunny was sputtering at being ganged up on. Snickering to himself a bit as he passed the fishtank. He paused long enough to grab some food and feed the fish quickly before leaving for the elevator. Getting in it and starting the journey down. He sighed, stretching in the elevator, readying himself for the walk and the dancing to come. He still hopes Charlotte isn't there.

With a small ding signalling his arrival to the first floor, he got out and headed out of the building. Putting headphones on and pulling out his phone to pick out some good music to jam and idly wiggle to as he made started making his way to the main plaza. He got a little caught up in the music when he got to the plaza, grinning ear to ear as he danced, not being so careless as to get on any table that's occupied but still finding himself on the tables as he jumped, twirled, and switched from foot to foot and occasionally to his tail as he danced his way to the club.

He stopped before it's doors, pausing to look around, and getting a few claps from some passerbys but thankfully no familiar white goat in sight. He waved happily at the people who gave him such positive attention. "Jean-François!" He said in a happy tone. Stepping through the club's doors once that was done.

Dark mood lighting, bright neon signs, and a beautifully lit up bar. People dancing, chatting, drinking, playing cards, or simply enjoying the food at the tables is what met his eyes as well. He took in the happy fact that Charlotte wasn't here, and went looking around for the new console they said they had.

He found it in a tucked away corner, but, it was on a stage, as was a pole in the middle of the dance pad. There was a small metal fence along the edge of the platform, probably to keep prying hands away from whoever's dancing at the time. There was also a tips box. That... That put the machine in a flustering context, but also a promising one, it'd possibly help offset some of the money Bunny uses up so carelessly... or go to Candy since she uses money semi-responsibly.

He looked around again before going up to the machine, nice shiny new visor, big headphones, beautiful LED's, and all to throw a wrench into his usual style, is the pole in the middle. This, is going to be a fun challenge to overcome. It might even get him to learn new moves, he was already so excited! He quickly started up the game, and put the headset on.

The music started, the lights turned on, he grabbed the pole while he figured out his new footing and started dancing. He shifted his stance to more easily adjust his footing as he moved so he could get down and touch the dance pad for some moves, tail tapping away as way to the beat. He could feel the music around him, he grinned as he found his groove, hips shifting, feet practically gliding across the floor, hands a blur, and hips and tail moving constantly. It was invigorating. His tail raised above his head at one point and he found his feet bracing against the pole while his hands tapped the pad buttons.

He couldn't exactly see or hear the money being put in the tips box, or the people watching him dance. His cheeks burned a bit with the thought but he couldn't afford to get distracted now. The beat started dropping, rhythmic, sensual, perfect for dancing dirty. He was caught in the groove, he couldn't help it, and it didn't help he wanted to try something new. He grabbed the pole, and started really getting into it. Grinding against it as necessary, rolling his hips, feet tapping the correct tiles at just the right point, flexing all the correct muscles for an audience he couldn't tell was there thankfully.

His tail swayed, his hips moved, his hands and feet took proper turns on the dance pad and pole in the middle. The song ended on a hard note, he grinded hard, legs spreading while his hands and tail tapped the dance pad notes at the perfect time. "PERFECT SCORE" Flashed in front of his eyes, he grinned broadly, shifting onto his feet quickly, tail slightly raised. He took off the headset as the game ended, panting as he tried to catch his breath. He heard cheers and wolf whistles and whipped around, fully flush. Charlotte still wasn't there thankfully. The Tips Box dropped a roll of cash in a catcher for him, a tiny display showing how much he made, and how much went to the club. He was surprised he reached three digits with how much of a percent the club took but happy he got a few hundred regardless. It made being flustered just slightly worth it.

"Jean-François!!" He grinned sheepishly, taking the money, and darted past the excited crowd, tail still hiked a bit high, resulting in him getting a few friendly gropes and slaps on the ass and thighs on the way out of the club. He was completely flush by the end of it and once he has stumbled out. He glanced around, flushing darker, and ran home as fast as he could.

Getting to the elevator to get into the building let him catch his breath. He saw the shadow of the mech passing through the air briefly and sighed, relieved. At least Candy was busy, or Bunny, or both. Hopefully both. He wouldn't want either of them to question where he was or how he got his hands on a few hundreds. Speaking of, he pocketed the money he collected, looking down and noticing something that almost made him curse. Something blue, long, a bit thick, and hard. He blushed darkly, ears flat against his head.

The elevator dinged. He looked out into the penthouse with a bit of dread, sticking his head out, looking around a bit, before sneaking in and going to his room as quickly as possible. He closed the door behind him quickly, sighing in relief. Today has been a series of happy coincidence, he was glad his luck hadn't run out yet. He looked around his room, checking all the possible hiding places, poking his hand and bapping everything possible to make sure there weren't any bugs or hidden Bunny's anywhere trying to find his staches. He hadn't found any. His luck for the week might possibly be out at this point, he found the most secure stache and hid the money. Putting everything back and away as if it was never touched before he jumped into his bed excitedly. "Jean-François!!!" He exclaimed happily.

He nuzzled into the covers, tail wiggling excitedly, hands playfully papping at the pillows a moment. His brain registered the fact his dick was rubbing a fold in the blanket and he blushed, humming happily. Grinding on the pole, spreading his legs, lifting his tail, shaking his ass for a crowd of people. He was used to getting money from his dancing but this was on a totally different level. It was more than flustering when he thought about it, how could he have done this without thinking it through more?! It was arousing, more than that, it felt good. Really good.

"Jean-François~" He muffled a slight whine into his pillows, dick twitching. He was only vaguely trying to calm down, this was the opposite of that. He reached a hand down, breath hitching in his throat as he paused, ears straining as he listened for anyone to come into the house... Nothing, for as long as he listened, he let out the breath he was holding and he grinded his palm right against his dick, gently but firmly, and it was enough for him to realize just how long it had been since he had gotten off. He let out a long breath, eyes already falling into a lidded look as he blindly reached out with his free hand towards his nightstand.

It took him a moment to realize he was too far. He placed himself just far enough to need to move to get at either of his nightstands and he cursed under his breath, getting up reluctantly to reach into the proper drawer and fish out a nearly full bottle of lube... He hadn't gotten off in so long his lube bottle was still almost like new. That. That would not stand. He opened it with one hand and poured some onto the other while he shifted to sit up in his bed. He capped the lube with a loud click that made him flinch. Those caps always felt so embarrassingly loud, especially when everything else is quiet.

He rubbed the lube around his hand and fingers with just the one hand, he wanted to keep the other clean even if it made things difficult for moment. Warming it up in his hand he looked at himself in the meantime, flushing darkly overtime. He grabbed his dick, shuddering at the contact, he was sensitive. So sensitive. It actually just made this better. Maybe that's why he hadn't gotten off, being more sensitive just makes him more turned on.

He started pumping, already moaning a bit. He gently squeezed at the head at first, hand gliding down with the slightest twist, and fingers carefully adding a bit more pressure along the underside of his dick, just right against the base, a couple fingertips just barely ghosting against his balls. He squeezed the base on the way up, purposely forcing out pre from the tip, it made his dick twitch in his hand. He started off slow, admiring his own handy work, simply feeling how good it was to be touching there after so long, remembering the ghost of touch that people had given him on the way out of the club. He started pumping in earnest, moaning his own name in a low breathy tone.

He huffed, starting to shift from squeezing the head, to being gentler on the way down, then squeeze on the way up, thumbing at the slit on the tip on each pass. His other hand gripped the headboard of his bed to brace himself as he rolled his hips into his hand, purposely squeezing himself the entire pump for that move. He moaned, legs twitching and spreading. He squirmed on his bed, panting openly, he started going faster.

He bit his lip, flustered completely. His mind drifted towards his dancing earlier, he almost wished the crowd had successfully grabbed and dragged him back, just to see what sort of things could've happened before the staff kick almost everyone out. Being groped, spread, rubbed, scratched, squeezed. He panted and moaned, a shudder wracking his body at the thought of such a hungry crowd getting him after such vigorous dancing. When his legs were still a little bit like jelly, when he was still catching his breath, oh goodness he just realized how high his tail was hiked when he walked through, no wonder he had gotten some pretty well aimed smacks on the way out. He moaned again, pumping faster. Thinking of that made it hotter, his tail hiked high for anyone who wants to look at his ass while he danced.

"J-Jean-Fraaahnçois~"

He shuddered and moaned a bit louder, panting openly, eyes lidded while he felt himself getting closer and closer to finishing. His ears strained a moment, he only briefly paused, just long enough to hear the pod returning to base. They'd be coming up the elevator in a minute or so. He mentally cursed, but he refused to stop. He quickly patted around for a pillow with his free hand, moaning out loud before he swiftly muffled it by biting onto a pillow, he pumped a bit harder, hips bucking a bit while he groaned and came, eyes squeezing shut, tail twitching wildly behind him. He muffled a louder moan into the pillow while he did his damnedest to almost squeeze every drop of cum out of himself before anyone could intrude into his room. He found himself tipping forwards onto his chest, ears somewhat flopping onto the bed while he rutted into his own hand, back arched, and eyes fluttering open to watch the door of his room, teeth letting go of the pillow so he could pant and catch his breath, hips still rolling a little but calming down.

He just barely had caught his breath when the elevator dinged, and Candy and Bunny's voices drifted throughout the penthouse. He got up shakily, grabbing a few tissues he kept in the same drawer as his lube, and wiping all he could away, changing the bed's cover in record time and remembering to put the lube away. Last time Candy caught any sight of anything lewd she went through a really awkward phase of trying to hook him up, and last time Bunny caught him in the middle of getting off he bowed out so awkwardly he had gone soft so fast it almost hurt. The memory certainly got his legs moving though, despite their jelly state, and pretty soon he was able to make it look like nothing happened.

"Jean-François" He sighed, very relieved.

He was even given a few minute reprieve from their presence while he rested in bed. Just enough time for his mind to latch back onto today's events. He kinda wondered what went on while he was out considering the mech was flying over earlier, but, if they're back then all's well and it was over and done with. His mind drifted towards the club, the lack of Charlotte who probably had either found a guy to lay, or was too sick to visit the club like she usually does, and the fact he had gotten better at dancing if the good chunk in his saving's stache was anything to go by. He thinks he's gonna have to practice more though, just to smooth out a nice routine, work on his muscles and limberness, and try to incorporate it into the next dance competition just a bit.

He hummed and sighed a bit, stuff to think about later if the knocking was anything to go by.

"Jean-François!" He called out an affirmative.

Bunny opened the door with a grin. "Hey Jean-François! I noticed what was going on with Candy, she got new earrings! took me all day to figure out though, they were so small. Anyways, your turn to polish up the mech best-friend!"

"Jean-François!" He gave a grin and nodded, getting up, stretching, and starting to collect some of his things to get ready to dance on the mech with the wax scrubber. It was always pretty fun to do. He walked past Bunny, tail still a little high and swaying happily as he went to the kitchen and grabbed himself a few snacks before heading off. He didn't take notice of Candy and Bunny tilting their heads at his lifted tail or the sway in his hips he didn't realize he had going on. He was too preoccupied with thinking of dancing.