A/N: All right, I think we are all in agreement here. Nothing dark like last chapter for a bit, so let's have something a little more…lighthearted eh?

In Response To TheAlphaVulpine's review, you want to see someone who really has no life? *Points at self* I write fanfics and dirty situations and lemony scenes of lemony goodness. I win. Oh god im so pathetic.

There are no winners for this chapter sadly, *gets shot*, I wanted to take the reins for this one, make sure the story goes in a proper direction rather than being a string of jokes tied together with a paper thin plot. That, and I'm a filthy, disgusting, and lecherous pervert.

Oh my god, Fifty + favs? Fifty + follows? That is fucking awesome! I love all of you so much right now! Quick question, do you guys prefer the quick chapters on the weekends and whatever I can squeeze during the week. Or, do you like it better when it's just one big chapter per idea? Like same length as the first chapter?

This. Is. It. Prepare. For. The. Lemony. Goodness. It. Takes. A. Long. Time. To. Type. Like. This. Who. Is. It. Going. To. Be. I. Bet. You. Can't. Guess. Who. Gets. Laid. This. Chapter. Before. Reading. The. Story. This. Joke. Is. Getting. Old. I. Should. Stop. Now. Before. It. Gets. Boring.

*EDIT: I forgot to mention this when I first posted the chapter, updates may slow because I'm going to be devoting a lot of time to another story of mine. A lot more serious and dark I guess. You gusy can check it out if you want but honestly? I know probably none of you will. Consider this a self promote if you will. I don't particularly care.*

Animatronic speak

Mike's thoughts

"This is talking through stuff now, fuck you that's why."

T. Bonnie never considered himself…masculine, at least, as masculine a an animatronic could be. Bonnie however, seemed to be the kind of…man's animatronic that he always wanted to be. He didn't think that there was something wrong with him, he just wanted to be more masculine. More like his older counterpart who did it so effortlessly.

"Bonnie? Can I talk to you?" T. Bonnie said, sitting across from the older purple animatronic. Crossing his legs to get comfortable.

"Sure?" Bonnie said, confused as to why his new counterpart wanted to talk to him out of the blue.

"Well , I need a little help. I noticed I have some…female like mannerisms to put it bluntly." T. Bonnie said, unsure where to begin.

"And?" Bonnies said, not knowing what he wanted to talk about.

"Well, I wanted you to teach me…how to be manly." T. Bonnie said, uncomfortably shifting which leg was crossed.

"Oh…that's the problem. Tell me though, do you like yourself as you are?" Bonnie said.

"N-No…I don't. That's why I'm talking to you."

"No, I mean, do you like acting how you do? Not if you're happy."

"Well…yeah I guess…I like acting this way a little. But I know it's not right."

"Do you think it's wrong to you?" Bonnie didn't like the direction the conversation was heading in, he wasn't one for speaking his views often.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, do you think to yourself to act like that on purpose? Or do you do it without thinking about it? Because if it's the latter then there is nothing wrong with you."

"But…I'm a guy. Guys don't act like I do."

"Think about it this way, Mike's an asshole sometimes right? He acts like that because he's confident in himself and doesn't let people tell him how to act. He acts how he wants, thinks how he wants, and usually does what he wants. People like confidence in yourself, you'll find real friends like that. Do guys act like Mike does?"

"No I guess not. But I don't see what you mean."

Bonnie sighed, somewhat upset having to explain even farther. But, he was happy to do it somewhat because he couldn't have his replacement not being confident in himself. "To put it in laymen's terms, act, say, and do whatever the fuck you want. Don't let others tell you what's right or what's expected from you. And sure as hell, be confident in yourself. People shy away from people with identity issues, which is what you seem to be doing now. Get my drift?"

T. Bonnie looked thoughtful for a moment before a small smile lit his features up like a Christmas tree. "Yeah, I do."

Bonnie nodded his head. "Good, now if you don't mind. I have to go donkey punch Mike so I can laugh when he realizes he's not allowed to hit me back."

T. Bonnie watched as Bonnie rounded the corner and presumably went into pirate cove. He heard Bonnie muffle Mike's name before he yelled.

"DONKEY PUNCH!"

Later

Bonnie technically was right when he said Mike couldn't hit him back. Though, Mike's contract didn't say jack shit about dismantling him for repairs, as long as he was done before his boss showed up. Mike laughed maliciously when he closed the cupboard with Bonnie's screaming head in it. The laughing hurt Mike's head so he placed the icepack back on the bump on his head.

"Prick." Mike mumbled under his breath, leaving the room with a grin as Bonnie's screams of rage faded out. Place had thick walls.

"Hi Mike." T. Foxy said, she had stopped calling him Mikey since he had drugged her and Jeremy. Glaring at him lightly for a few days.

"Hey, how are you and Jeremy doing?" Mike said snickering behind his hand at the memory of Jeremy coming into work the next night with an ice pack on his dick.

"Bite me." She said, glaring at him with a faint smile on her lips. Seemed Jeremy knew what he was doing that night if she still thought pleasantly about it.

"That's his job." Mike said, dodging a half-hearted punch from the fox robot and laughing. He was glad that he had patched things up mostly between himself and the two foxes. T. Foxy was actually quite pleasant to be around. Maybe he could convince Jeremy and her into a four way.

Mike walked into Jeremy's office and couldn't help but notice the look Jeremy had on his face.

He knew that look, he had it after he and Foxy finished tampering with each other. But as far as he knew, the two of them hadn't done anything since he locked them in here. Multiple answers popped into Mike's head as to why Jeremy had this glazed look on his face. He grinned stupidly at each one.

"Hey Jeremy." Mike said, watching somewhat surprised at how much Jeremy jumped at Mike's voice. Placing down the camera almost as if it hurt his hands to hold it. Mike wasn't deaf though, he heard the familiar sound of the camera feed switching.

Mike grinned widely after realizing what Jeremy was doing. "You didn't happen to be watching west hall were you?"

Mike watched as Jeremy became a little flustered before regaining composure quickly. He was right on the money apparently. "N-No…yes…"

"Don't worry man," Mike began, slapping Jeremy on the back and pulling Jeremy's ear close to his mouth. "I'll just slip her some more aphrodisiacs and-" Mike was a little surprised when Jeremy slapped a hand over his mouth and gave him a heated glare.

"Don't you dare."

Mike backed with his hands held in a submissive gesture. "Okay okay, I'll let you do that."

"You're damn right you will." He was starting to like Jeremy more and more.

"So, in all seriousness, how are things between you two?" Mike said, taking a seat on Jeremy's desk.

Mike watched as his eyes drifted back towards the ground. "It's pretty obvious she still wants you man."

Mike saw the emotion in Jeremy's face and resolved to wipe it away. He placed hand on Jeremy's shoulder to get his attention and speak to his face. "Listen man, you already banged pretty hard. She smiled when I brought it up. If nothing else you'll be able to make her a friend with benefits if that's all she'll give you."

Jeremy sighed. "But that's not what I want. Call me a sissy if you want, but I want her heart more than her body."

Mike shrugged his shoulders. "I won't call you a sissy because that's one of the best parts. Just keep trying dude, she can't get too far away and you can always keep an eye on her if you want to jerk it or something."

Jeremy laughed heartily. "Fuck you Mike."

"Good luck." Mike made his way down to pirate cove, intent on asking Foxy for help.

"Foxy, we have a mission." Mike announced upon entering pirate's cove. Throwing the door open like a fucking boss.

"What kind of mission matey?" Foxy said, her eye patch raising in curiosity.

"Jeremy is about to lose his booty. We must retrieve it for him." Mike said, placing a foot on a chair and striking a pose that looked like he had defeated the enemy of all enemies and patriotism and sheer bravado showed in his eyes.

"Aye matey! We must! What is 'is booty?" Foxy said, swooning off of her feet only to have Mike catch her and bring her face inches from his.

He looked deep into her eyes, "Your sister." He whispered sensually, leaning in to kiss the air that was once his woman.

"No." Foxy said, ending their game at the mention of T. Foxy.

"Wow." Mike said incredulously, slouched over and staring at the empty space in his arms before looking Foxy in the eye. "Fucking mood killer right there."

"We not playin' match maker with me sister. It isn't right to either of them." Foxy said, stubbornly crossing her arms and giving Mike a hard glare.

"Jeremy said she still wants my dick."

"When do we start?"

Foxy doesn't like to fucking share.

Later

Mike stared around the corner in the dining room, with Foxy poking her head out just above his, and stared at the oblivious T. Foxy playing a game of solitaire with the poker deck. Ignoring the confused, as fuck, look from Bonnie, Mike whispered out something to Foxy she couldn't hear.

"What?"

"I said I have some sex drugs left over."

"To easy, it's no fun to get booty without a fight."

"True, how about we just lock them in a room and let Jeremy stutter his way to victory?" Mike said, staring at the still oblivious T. Foxy.

"That works, but what if it don't?"

"Hmm…sex drugs?"

"NO, I want to use those!" Foxy said in a harsh whisper.

"Fine, if that doesn't work we could just do what I did and set up a whole bunch of awkward situations."

"Genius, she fell fer ye like that so she should fall fer Jeremy like that."

"We got a plan…what are you standing on?" Mike asked, just noticing that Foxy was above him.

"Wh-" Foxy attempted to say, cutting off when she and Mike fell in a heap on top of one another.

When the dust had settled Mike simply stare at the animatronic on top of him with a blank stare. "Nice."

"Hey sis!" Foxy said, loud enough for her to get the other fox's attention.

"What is it?" She replied.

"The lad, Jeremy, wants ye." Foxy said, trying to untangle Mike from herself and finding out that Mike's shirt had snagged on a bunch of her endoskeleton. Much to his dismay.

"Why?" T. foxy said, placing her cards down and raising a questioning eyebrow as she helped the two of them separate.

"Don't know, he just asked us to tell you." Mike said, agonizing on the inside over the tears in his favorite shirt.

"All right I guess." T. Foxy said, walking down the hallway and whistling a tune to herself; probably something she was programmed to sing.

"Showtime." Mike said, tossing the torn shirt to the side and hitting Bonnie in the face. Much to his anger.

Later

"Door test, that's the best he can come up with? Really?" Jeremy said, huffing in fake irritation. He wasn't nearly as upset about being locked in the same room as T. Foxy as he acted; he'd have to thank Mike for this later. She seemingly didn't mind it at all.

"If you really wanted to spend time with me in private you could have just asked Jeremy." T. Foxy said, flashing that disarming smile that recently acquired the ability to make Jeremy's heart flutter.

"Y-yeah…well I didn't tell them to actually come and get you." Jeremy said, desperately trying to find subjects to talk about. Running out quickly.

"I figured once he locked us in here. But, while we're here, do you want to talk about anything? Particularly why you watch me in the cameras when you think I'm not looking." T. Foxy said, keeping that disarming smile on her face. Betraying if she as actually upset.

"I was just checking the cameras like I'm supposed to." Jeremy lied, the words coming out his mouth before he could stop them.

"Oh…I'm sorry if I offended you." The smile faltered for a moment before it came up again, but not before Jeremy caught disappointment in her voice.

What did that mean? Did she like it when he watched her? Fuck it, they will probably be in here until he does something stupid enough for T. Foxy to demand to be out.

"Do you like it when I watch you on the cameras?" Jeremy asked, doing his absolute best to keep his face blank.

"So you were watching me."

"Maybe, but do you?"

"Maybe I like it, maybe I don't."

"Did you like it when Mike locked us in here last time?" Jeremy hands flew to cover his mouth as soon as the words left his mouth, he fucked up big time and he could tell from the shocked look on her face that she wasn't expecting it at all.

"W-Well…I-I, uh, well M-Mike drugged t-the b-both of us so I-I would get o-off his back." T. Foxy said, embarrassingly trying to avoid his eyes and trying to gain control of her stutter. Something he found ridiculously cute.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to ask that! You don't have to answer! Just pretend I didn't ask!" Jeremy answered, covering his face with his hat.

"I-I did…a lot." T. Foxy said, forcing herself to stare into Jeremy's hat, pulling the hat away to look at his face.

"You liked it b-because you were drugged trust me." Jeremy said, grabbing T. Foxy's shoulder to steady her light shaking.

"Maybe it was b-because I was drugged, b-but you made it enjoyable. Y-you seemed to enjoy it a lot t-too." She said, Jeremy removing his hand once she stopped shaking, the warmth she found herself missing.

"Okay, I did."

"OH MY GOD FUCK ALREADY!" The both of them heard Mike yell through the door exasperated when he didn't hear anything. Jeremy had checked the clock and apparently they had kept each other occupied for almost half an hour. Mike must be running out of patience.

"WE'LL SHOW YOU HOW IF WE HAVE TO!"

"MIKEY!"

"WHAT? IT ISN'T LIKE YOU DON'T WANT TO FUCK ME!"

Jeremy buried his face in his hands when he heard Mike, groaning as loud as he could to get his message across. "Just try and ignore them, the doors open at six anyway."

It's two thirty Jeremy, you can't hold out that long. I won't let you.

…

Oh right, only Mike can hear me.

Can I ask you something?

What?

Are you…god?

I'm your god bitch.

"It's all right. I don't mind much." T. Foxy said, shrugging her shoulders. Mysteriously absent of her previous embarrassment.

"I appreciate that, Mike can be a handful sometimes…all the time." Jeremy said, correcting himself at all of the memories of Mike being a dick. Their first meeting being one of them.

"No, I don't mind fucking if he'll go away." T. Foxy said, her previous smile lighting her face up once again.

Jeremy's face turned the shade of a tomato. "NO! I mean yes! I mean NO you don't have to listen to him." Jeremy said, trying to explain himself so that show wouldn't be angry with him, waving his hands back and forth embarrassed and flustered.

T. Foxy shrugged her shoulders. "I don't mind, I am kind of horny. I wouldn't let you if I didn't like you." She said, still smiling, though this time Jeremy's heart didn't flutter, it burst.

"You actually…like me?" Jeremy said, not willing to trust his ears in case they heard wrong.

T. Foxy simply scooted Jeremy's chair closer with her tail, grinning lightly. "Of course honey. Why wouldn't I? I tackled you to the floor and rode you until dawn, I better like you after something like that. Otherwise I'd be a slut."

"GO JEREMY! OWW! LET GO! I WANT To wat…"

T. Foxy grinned one more time once Mike was gone, before staring at Jeremy's body with a lustful look. "Yeah…I think I like you a lot."

With Mike and Foxy

"Come on Foxy…I wanted to watch." Mike whined softly once Foxy had stopped drabbing him by his ear into her cove.

"That be me sister Mikey, so I don't like it when anyone be peepin' on what she chooses to do and who she chooses to do it with." Foxy said, smiling while she brandished her hook at Mike, clearly indicating what she would do.

"Okay I get it. I can't watch your sister get drilled…If your sister has the same sex drive you do then I feel bad for Jeremy." Mike said, casting a quick glance towards the office.

"I don't actually know 'ow 'orny she could be. Dammit now I'm curious…we still aren't watching." Foxy clarified at seeing how excited Mike got.

Mike saw an opening and pounced like a lion to a wounded gazelle. "Come one Foxy, don't you want to see if the bedroom antics are hereditary? Or are you worried she might be better than you?"

Foxy glared daggers at Mike, before looking ever so briefly at the office. "No one be better than me in the bedroom Mikey, I don't 'ave to spy on me sister to know that."

She was cracking, Mike knew that. "Are you sure? Remember when Jeremy had an ice pack on his dick? That was from her. I don't recall ever having to use an ice pack." Mike said, smiling at her, knowing full well he was close to making her crack.

"Ye be treadin' dangerous waters Mikey. What would that look like to the others if I watched me sister get her booty plundered?"

"You'd look like a horn dog at most, we both know you already are a horn dog." Mike knew if she was able, Foxy would be grinding her teeth into dust in frustration right now.

"Mikey…"

"Let's go Foxy, I can see the curiosity in your eyes." Mike said, grabbing Foxy by the hand and dragging her out of the cove to just outside the security office's window. Foxy sighing angrily but begrudgingly found herself watching the sight in front of her.

*In the words of the great Leeroy Jenkins, Let's do this.*

Jeremy and T. Foxy were finishing up a one-sided battle of the tongues when Mike and Foxy arrived. Suddenly, while she was still lip locked with Jeremy, she grabbed him by his ass and slammed him down onto the table with an audible bang.

"Ow." Jeremy said, rubbing the back of his head that had bounced off of the table.

"Shut up." T. Foxy said, going back to their battle of tongues which Jeremy quickly lost again. Tearing his shirt open. and in the process, feeling her skin get pelted with the buttons from his shirt as they popped off.

"Oh my god…" Mike muttered to himself, the fact that T. Foxy was a complete dominatrix never clicking in his mind.

"That's so hot." The fact it was something he found extremely hot clicked instead.

Foxy was silently observing, giving no indication what she approved of or bothered her.

Jeremy wasn't entirely subservient to the whims of the fox woman on top of him, his hands slid up to grab her ass and she moaned in approval.

"Not yet~" said coyly, loving the fact that she was utterly in control.

She slid up his chest and pushed her pussy towards his face, nearly sitting on him. "Eat like it's your last meal honey." She said, getting close enough that she could feel his heated breath.

Though, Jeremy didn't like being on bottom very much. So with a coy smile on his own face he brought his legs up underneath her arms and dragged her off of him and pinned her to the floor. Her bottom still held up by his arms wrapping around her midsection, inches from the hungry eyed Jeremy.

"Oh shit, Jeremy's got moves." Mike said, the smallest grin on his face.

"Aye, 'e got a few." Foxy said, beginning to get uncomfortable being here and watch her sister.

Jeremy gave a lidded gaze towards T. Foxy. "Looks tasty." He said, giving an experimental lick. "Mmm, it is tasty." Jeremy said, attacking her quivering pussy with his mouth. T. Foxy moaning in approval. If he had known she would do this back in eighty seven he'd never put the mask on.

Jeremy pulled away from his woman and hoisted himself off the table, keeping T. Foxy from falling by holding her.

"What are you…doing? Why did you…stop?" T. Foxy said, pausing briefly to catch her breath.

Jeremy wordlessly turned her around so that her face was in his junk. "Suck like it's a lollypop." He said, attacking her with his mouth again, giving her no chance to answer before she let out a slow moan of his name, balling her hands into fists and scrunching up his jeans in pleasure.

T. Foxy hesitantly obliged with his command once he bit her clit lightly as a warning. Taking the head of his dick in her mouth and swirling her tongue around what she couldn't fit, eliciting a groan from her lover that sent , oh so pleasurable, shivers through her pussy.

"Holy shit this is too hot." Mike said, pulling away from the window to look at Foxy.

"Yeah…" Was all Foxy said, Mike wasn't sure what was going on in her head. Mike could tell from here that Foxy was better at head than her sister, though, that might have been because she was upside down and Jeremy was going to town on her.

But most of all, Mike could see how uncomfortable Foxy was with watching this anymore. "Want to leave?"

Foxy looked at him. "Please."

T. Foxy felt herself loving being the submissive one for a change, though it wasn't a permanent thing. She felt herself on the verge of that wonderful cliff and almost bit Jeremy's dick off when he stopped. Only to scream around him as he started playing with her clit with one of his hands while he still ate her pussy like a beast. It only added to her pleasure more when he managed to get one of his fingers into a rhythm of entering and leaving her.

Dude can multitask.

She pulled him out of her mouth for a moment to recuperate when Jeremy had shoved himself down her throat, only to fell herself release all over his face.

"Oh that's just the most tasty thing I ever drank. I didn't say you were done." Jeremy said, shoving his cock back into the mouth of the panting animatronic with a thrust that hit the back of her warm and inviting throat. Who hadn't fully come down from her high before Jeremy started the all-out offensive on her pussy again.

T. Foxy couldn't bring herself to complain and focused her efforts on getting her partner off, bobbing her head back and forth as rapidly as she could and tried her best to let her lover's dick into her throat.

He groaned more heatedly this time and T. Foxy felt his dick pulse inside her mouth before he came and painted the inside of her throat white.

Jeremy set her down before his legs gave out and found himself heavily winded. "What happened?" He said, coming down from his own high.

"Something very fun…you're still very good with…your mouth." T. Foxy said, slowly pushing him onto his back and straddling his hips, sitting on his semi-hard erection. She used her hands and placed them on his chest to steady herself and grinded up and down his shaft. Letting her mixture of arousal and her own cum lubricate his dick.

"Oh that feels so fucking good." Jeremy said, sighing in pleasure as he felt her velvety smooth lips ride along his shaft. It becoming hard once again. He moved his hands to her ass to assist in the hot as fuck cock grind.

T. Foxy hoisted herself off of his dick as it stood ramrod straight in attention, waiting to delve deep inside her most private and pleasurable place. She slowly, but not silently, lowered herself onto his dick and moaned loudly as he split her wide open and felt his cock reach her deepest depths.

"Oh…my…god…" Jeremy said, digging his fingers into her skin as he felt the overwhelming tightness and warmth that put her mouth to shame.

"You wouldn't…believe it…Jeremy…" T. Foxy said, panting as she rose up and down on his dick, feeling his hands assist her and felt as he thrust his cock into her as she fell, making a loud fleshy sound as their bodies met again and again in a beautiful display of love.

T. Foxy was panting heavily when Jeremy flipped her over onto her hands and knees, or as Mike so elegantly put it 'foxy style'.

In this position T. Foxy felt Jeremy pierce her even rougher than before, hitting that wonderful spot with expert accuracy on every thrust. The office was filled with the lewd sounds of their beautiful duet of the bodies.

T. Foxy felt herself go close to the edge and decided to voice her wants. "Fuck me harder you wonderful man!"

Jeremy obliged and doubled his efforts to bring the woman before him over the edge before he did, something he wasn't sure he could do. Her actual pussy was a hell of a step up from her mouth.

"I'm…MMM." She said, muffling her screams of ecstasy as she came to the efforts of Jeremy's dick.

Her added pressure and rhythmic movements of her walls around him was too much for him to handle. His release followed immediately after hers, spraying his cum into the deepest parts of her pussy.

*It is done.*

Jeremy collapsed on top of his foxy lover and listened as she tried her best to catch her breath as well him.

"That was wonderful Jeremy."

"I think Mike and Foxy were watching for a while."

Unknown to the two of them, Bonnie sat in a circle of the animatronics as he sobbed into his hands. The others doing their best to block out the moans from their siblings.

"Why do both of them need do it at the same time?!"

A/N: It is done. I have to say, through the whole scene I couldn't stop giggling. That's just me though, all of the really dirty stuff I write makes me giggle. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. As always, review if you enjoyed or have an idea.