Welcome back! I hope you guys enjoy this one though I am going to take this time to warn/remind everyone that this is a mature fic and as such will handle adult topics! With that in mind read on and enjoy chapter Seven!
"Honestly bonnie, how'd you get so gunked up?" Mike grumbled, using a screwdriver to dig the grime and other detritus out of the large rabbit animatronics joints. Bonnie shrugged sheepishly, or what mike assumed to be as such as Bonnie's face was still detached, on the table beside Mike's toolbox. Mike huffed and handed the screwdriver to mangle before taking the sponge back from her, scrubbing the deep stains in Bonnie's chest fur.
"I know you guys don't see kids anymore but you can't let yourself go like this. You won't last, ya'know?" Bonnie's ears drooped and his voice box made a crackling sound. Mike pat his chest, smiling. "I know buddy, now hold still for a minute, I'm gonna work on your hip joints, they look particularly gunked up." Bonnie nodded and went still, actually going to "sleep" or what Mr. Fazzbear called recharge. Mike went to work on the task at hand, working the dirt and grime out of Bonnie's hip joints, after a point he swore he'd chiseled out a fossilized piece of gum. Mangle watched closely and helped where she could, which made things easier for mike. After a few minutes mike began work on the other hip joint, now in the zone. He hummed softly, as he often sang when he worked on his projects; his aunt Sarah had always called it his "art nirvana" as little could pull him out of that headspace. As he hummed Mangle began to slip into recharge herself, lulled to "sleep" by the soft melody. Mike grinned and pet her head before going back to work, refocusing.
Bonnie "woke up" to the odd sensation of warmth on his crotch plate, though he wouldn't call it unpleasant, far from it in fact. He looked down to see mike working away at his entire lower pelvis area, and while rudimentary compared to his proper optics in his face he could still tell mike seemed to be happy which pleased him. As mike moved to the sponge Bonnie could feel an odd pressure build up as well as a sparking sensation as mike's sponge ran over a particularly sensitive set of wires. Bonnie buzzed with the nice sensation, his systems sending a prompt that he barely read as he accepted, his pelvis plate sliding in and down before releasing. His voice box let out a garbled hum of pleasure before he refocused on mike, both small red optics resting on mike's now shocked and blushing face, if bonnie could grin at that moment he would have had one larger than even Marionette could pull off.
Mike stared at the large, throbbing…? Rod that was now inches from his face where he knelt as he had been working on bonnie. 'What. The. Fuck.' Mike blushed furiously as he couldn't help but stare at what was unmistakably a large purple dick, though what stunned mike that it was attached to bonnie! He looked up at Bonnie, seeing both Red optics looking back down at him knowingly, his bottom jaw moved up, giving bonnie the impression of grinning. 'He knows exactly whats going on he-` Mike's thought process was interrupted but a large purple paw stroking his face before gently but firmly guiding his head.
"W-woah there bonnie! I uh.. I'm not like that" He said, blushing furiously. Bonnie's hand paused on the back of his head for a moment, then his shoulder's sagged. Mike relaxed slightly before Bonnie's body began to shake. Mike groaned and huffed, before his own shoulders sagged in defeat.
"Fine fine! But I'm not gonna suck it, that's… that's g-gay." Mike said blushing furiously. As Bonnie calmed back down mike hesitantly reached out, wrapping his good hand around it, his fingers barely touching. Mike ignored how warm it was and how hard and how it Throbbed. He ignored the own stirring in his pants as he tried to rationalize this absolutely ridiculous situation in his head. 'It's nothing major, just like draining the oil out of a car… doesn't make me weird or anything, just part of the cleaning…' He began to slowly jerk Bonnie off, while still extremely embarrassed.
Bonnie shivered in delight. It'd been far too long since he'd felt this good, and he wasn't about to complain that he'd not been able to get the cute guard to suck him off, that'd come with time, he assured himself as he leaned against the metal table behind him, content with running his paws through the guard's soft dark hair while he pleasured him. Mike's hand was like heaven compared to his own paws each stroke sending sparks up his core data cable, feeding him the intense sensations. He thrust against mike's hand to get even more. His readouts were all going red, his core pump going into overdrive as he grew close to his release! He let out an involuntary groan, his voice box managing to connect for that moment as he let go, covering mike's hand and face.
Mike felt something change as Bonnie's hips thrusts became erratic though his brain was still focused on making sense of the situation that he didn't have time to react before his face was hit with the first spurt of warmth, bonnie quickly covered his face and hand. Mike panted softly and cleared his eyes, looking up at the large rabbit again.
"R-right… well I'm gonna clean up and then… then will finish getting you all fixed up. Alright?" Mike asked and bonnie nodded, his own chest heaving with simulated breathing. Mike shook his head softly and used a mechanic's cloth to get most of the "stuff" off of his face and hand, though a bit was still on his cheek which he reflexively licked clean. The taste was muted and stuck to his tongue and throat, altogether not entirely unpleasant… Mike shivered and finished cleaning himself before turning back to bonnie, both relieved and surprisingly, slightly disappointed to see he was decent again. Ignoring the confusing feelings he currently had mike set himself back to work, though his thoughts kept floating back to the illicit activity he'd just done with the large purple rabbit animatronics and the questions that had sprung forth from it; how did bonnie have a dick and more importantly how was it/he equipped to engage in sexual acts? 'Something tells me that this is a can of worms I can't just close and put back on the shelf…' Mike thought as he moved to Bonnie's lower legs and feet, the work going by quickly now that he'd found a groove to basically "auto-pilot" on. As he finished with the cleaning and began preparations to reattach Bonnie's face. As he removed the parts that would need to be replaced with new components he resolved to talk to Fredbear again about what had happened… bar a few details to save him some embarrassment.
Bonnie woke up and blinked a few times… he blinked again! His face was reattached! He reached up and felt everything, just making sure it was in place and proper. He then stretched his lower jaw, it seemed to be oiled and working even better than before, not odd clinking or jamming when he moved it! He stood up, walking over to a mirror on the wall near the door back into the main area, he hadn't looked this good in years! His fur shone with a luster that had left it years ago, all his mechanical parts moved and felt smooth as silk and his face showed no sign of being ripped off at all, in fact, if he hadn't known better he would have doubted it had been detached in the first place! He turned to see mike sleeping in a chair nearby, the terminal having run what looked like a diagnostic, more than likely on himself. Bonnie moved to hug the sleeping night guard but was stopped by Mangle, shushing him with a finger and her second head shaking softly.
"But I just want to thank him, that's all" Bonnie said, then gasped, his voice had come out clear as crystal, it was a soft yet masculine voice unlike his brother, toy bonnie who had always sound far more effeminate. Mangle rolled her good eye and shooed him out, following him back into the main area in the rafters. Bonnie resolved to thank Mike as soon as he could, in more ways than one.
Mike woke up to someone shaking him awake, he mumbled a complaint and attempted to wave them off but whoever it was wouldn't be easily rebuffed. Mike yelped and shot up when he felt ice on his neck and down his back a few minutes later, a trick his older sister would often play on him when they'd been younger.
"Michelle I swear to god I'l-" Mike froze when he saw Jeremy standing there with his hands up, a now empty cup in his hand.
"Sorry Dude, you were seriously conked out! Thought when I came in here first that you were uh… well anyway I'm here to take you back home, you good?" Jeremy said, looking mike up and down. Mike smiled sheepishly and nodded.
"Yeah, I'm alright, just doing my best to stay alive, ya'know?" He said, gathering his things up and walking out with Jeremy. They both were mostly quiet as Jeremy drove back to mike's place, with Jeremy the first to break the silence.
"So… what happened last night?" He asked, somewhat awkwardly as they sat at a traffic light. Mike was silent for a few moments, blushing slightly as he reviewed the previous night's contents in his head.
"Well enough, They haven't scared me off yet." Mike said, intentionally being vague, just as Jeremy had been the night before when he'd asked for any tips the other guard had. Mike could tell Jeremy had sussed out Mike's game when he sighed.
"Look dude, I know you feel like you're in the dark right now but the old man told me not to say anything, and has got me by the short and curlies to make sure it happens." Mike gave him an unconvinced look but nodded, Jeremy was silent again until they pulled into the driveway, where he smiled nervously.
"So… are we still on for Sunday to look at my engine here?" Mike rolled his eyes but smiled and nodded.
"A deal is a deal, even if I'm getting the short end of the stick." He said, shouldering his bag and walking up to the door, waving as he stepped inside. He let the bag drop next to the door as he kicked off his shoes before dropping onto the couch, rubbing his face with his good hand, letting out a long sigh. He closed his eyes and slid off to sleep only a few seconds later.
Mike was sitting at the table with his brother, David and for once his sister was here as well, technically she was only his half-sister but that didn't much matter to him. Mike had always liked his sister, she never seemed too busy to play games with him when she was home, and always looked out for him when David couldn't because he was having one of his "episodes" one of the many scars left on his older brother by the "bad bear." Their Aunt Sarah was making breakfast, and not only that, but his favorite: pancakes. Michelle kept sending glares her direction, and while mike was the youngest of the three he hadn't been deaf to the arguments that had often filled the house between his sister and aunt. When it got particularly bad Either David or if his uncle William was home they would take him outside. Mike put a hand on Michelle's and when she looked at him, he shook his head, gesturing over to David, his expression both dark and vacant, precursors to a particularly violent episode if past experiences were anything to go by. She sighed but nodded, patting his hand before getting up.
"I'm gonna head over to work, get ahead of the mountain of work they probably have for me." She hugged both mike and David before walking out.
Mike awoke with a start, panting softly. He looked around somewhat dazed, searching for a clock. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw it was only six in the evening. Sitting up he ran a hand through his hair, looking down at the coffee table in his living room, strewn with the stuff from the folder he'd received before.
"Alright, let's try to sort all this stuff out again" Mike opened the folder and looked through the clippings, pictures and notes. He sighed and was about to put it away again when an older picture fell out of a group of papers, mike caught it and gasped, looking closely at the man standing next to the much younger Mr. Fazzbear was someone he immediately recognized.
"Uncle William?"
And that wraps up chapter Seven! I tried to put the pedal to the metal on this one instead of slacking off as per usual XD. I want to thank everyone who has followed/favorited and left reviews, it really helped me keep the procrastination at bay. I do have a question for my readers though; originally, this was labeled as a crossover with fallout, hence the fairly frequent yet subtle(ish) references here and there. While I don't intend to drop the bombs (at the moment anyway) I want to know if I should keep going with the fallout like setting or go back and remove the references? It wouldn't largely effect the story at this point and could easily be edited out so I leave it up to you, the audience! At any rate I think I've blabbed on enough. Engineer out!
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