Sup guys! CM here! So I have recieved some good feedback about this story, which I am quite surprised. Anywho, to cut the lost story, as I promised of receiving good feedback, I shall be continuing this story.
I do hope you enjoy this chapter! I'll see you all next chapter then!
Ciao!
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I do not own the game Five Nights at Freddy's and its characters. They all belong to an amazing individual nqmed Scott Cawthon.
The morning sunlight shined into the room through the agape curtains, directly shining onto the lone human's eyes. He squirmed a little in his bed before he finally opened his eyes, being suddenly blinded by the light for a moment. Once his vision returned to him, he yawned and stretched his arms, slowly sitting up on his bed. He gave off another yawn before rubbing his eyes, dispelling the fatigue from last night.
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That was until he remembered what happened, his brain suddenly jolting him fully awake. Right. He was knocked out by two yellow bullets. Although, one was more brighter than the other and they were not really bullets.
He hummed in thought, resting a hand on his chin as he tried to remember what they were or who they were. Only problem was that all he could remember was the sudden weight from both figures. Not much else. He sighed before removing his blanket.
"!" Mike gasped in alarm as his eyes were suddenly glued onto the two beings in front of him. They were both anthropomorphic chickens.
More specificity, they were hens. The one of his was had a more lithe body figure, and assuming from how she looked like, she was probably his age, give or take a year or two. She was wearing a golden blouse with the words that said 'Party Girl. Got a problem?' And...
As soon as Mike's eyes drifted lower he began to realize one thing. She was only in her underwear, which caused him to squirm a little more. Said hen's grip suddenly tightened, causing Mike to sigh. This was a problem. Though, he did have to admit. The black laced panties were an eye catcher to him.
'Fuck! Get a grip!' He mentally told himself as he shook his head, dispelling any thoughts.
He turned his head to get a look at the other hen. However, he flinched and he felt his body turn to stone when he saw that she was now awake and was staring at him with an unamused look. Despite that, her face softened for a moment before turning into a smirk.
"Heh. Seems like my sis has that effect on human males after all" She laughed. She heaved a heavy yawn before stretching, to which Mike noticed she did not really have any hands. She was dressed in a slightly baggy white shirt that showed off her apparent cleavage.
All he could guess was that she was a C. Maybe a D?
In addition, just as the other hen, she was also in her underwear, which caused Mike to groan, his face flaring up and turning slightly pink. Despite that, he turned around and managed he could notice that there were five distinct feathers on her wings that seemed to move on their own, which caused him to hum.
Said hen noticed him staring at her arm, the five feathers in particular. She looked confused for a moment before relalising why so. "Oh! Don't mind too much on those things. As far as my kind is concerned, they act as fingers" She explained in a slightly vague manner.
Mike nodded. "I see. Uhh...Anywho, why are the both of you in my bed?" He asked.
The hen laughed yet again. "Haha! Yea about that. Remember last night on how you got knocked out?" Mike nodded his head in reply. "Yea..Me and my sis kinda got excited about a new tenant here and we kindaa went overboard with the greeting"
Mike sighed and rubbed his head. Overboard was an understatement. However, he gasped when his brain had suddenly registered what she said. "Wait! The both of you are the sisters Mr Fazbear was talking about?" He yelled in a demanding tone.
A sudden, heavy weight was on his back, causing his to nearly fall on his face onto the floor. "Yup Yup! How ya doin'? "A bright, chirpy voice asked him from behind.
Mike yelped as his face landed on the bed. He squirmed under the weight of whatever was on top of him, which he assumed to be most like the younger sister of the other hen. Finally finding the strength from inside of him, he sat up right, causing the hen above him to go tumbling off his bed, eliciting a small "Owwie...!"
Mike gritted his teeth, trying his bed to form a smile. His hand was curled into a fist, shaking, as he was restraining himself from trying to do any harm. "Alright...You two have some explaining to do..." He tried to say calmly, obviously annoyed.
"Sure!" The younger hen exclaimed as she stood up and straightened out herself. "Name's Mallory Chichi! It's, like, nice to finally meet you!" She grinned, her valley girl accent making its mark inside Mike's mind.
She extended a wing towards Mike, who awkwardly took it and shook it. The feeling of her feathers were extremely smooth and silk-like, yet when it managed to grip around his hand, he could feel they definitely had some feel as fingers did.
Quite odd.
"Err...Nice to meet you" Mike said, sounding awkward due to given circumstances.
The hen next to Mike giggled. "Nice one sis. Anyways, my name's Mallory Chica" She spoke in a much more softer and warmer tone, just like what you would expect from a mother to say to her child. "Well, I'll have to go now. Need to prepare breakfast for those heading off to work. Come on sis!"
Mike cocked his head. "Wait...Are the two of you, like, the cooks of the motel?" He asked in a very confused tone.
"Not really Mikey" Chichi said, using the brand new pet name she had came up for him, causing him to flinch in surprise. "We just like to cook, ya know?"
Mike stayed silent for a moment. Well...there were a couple of his friends that were like that. One of them just casualy draws porn all because she felt like it. So, as far as he was concerned, what Chichi had said was viable.
"Yea. My sis mostly makes cakes, cupcakes. Basically pastries as well as being able to make one mean strawberry filled pie" Chica explained in a know-it-all tone. "I go for other kinds. Soups, omelettes, stuff with rice, seafood, meat. You know, all the others that isn't in the pastry section"
"Yep! Though, you should, like, taste the pizza we make, which is our specialty. Like, holy shit, you wouldn't believe the taste!" Chichi said, her eyes glimmering for a moment.
Mike merely nodded his head. "Alright...I'll keep that in mind" He said in a skeptical tone. He got out of bed and went over to his large luggage bag, pulling out a plain maroon shirt with a pair of blue shorts and some underwear, which he sneakily hid. "Well, you can stay for a while, I suppose. I'm gonna go and change. God knows what the hell you two did to me"
And with that, Mike made his way to the bathroom door, which was located rather near the front door. However, he was stopped half-way by the voice of the younger hen. "True. Not everyday that a human is very kind"
Mike turned around and was about to ask, however was stopped when he received a mouthful of breast, causing his face to flare up. He tried to remove himself from her, but found it hard to do so. "Oh come on, Mikey~" She cooed. "I promise not to do anything rash"
"Alrifh! Jush ret meh gu!" Mike's muffled voice managing to break through. He squirmed in place yet again, which only made Chichi tighten their on grip around him.
"But..." She said in an enigmatic manner. "Please have some restrain. You were soooo rough with me last night~" She spoke, her voice dripping with lust.
Mike groaned from underneath her bosoms, his face now purely crimson. It was as if he was placed in a boiler, as visible smoke trailed upwards from his head. Afterwards, he offered no more resistance. Chichi, who was worried for a moment, let him go, causing him to drop onto the ground.
"Looks like you broke him, sis" Chica laughed as her sister blushed a little.
"Whoopsies?" She said in an innocent manner, before laughing along with her sister.
"Wow Mike! Just wow!" Bonnie spoke out loud before laughing hysterically, dropping onto the floor.
Freddy, who was seated with them on the table in the motel's cafeteria, smirked before shaking his head, placing down the newspaper he was holding. "Never took you for a ladies man, Mr Schmidt" He commented with much amusement, his smirk never leaving his face.
"I know right?! I mean, gosh! He is nice, cute when embarrassed and quite the handsome fellow" Chichi said as she laid her head on Mike's shoulder, who was visibly shaking with rage and embarrassment.
"Please...Spare me..." Mike muttered, which was loud enough for the entire group to hear.
"Oh lighten up Mike! Anyways, here's breakfast folks!" Chica cheered, entering the room from the main kitchen with two trays on her wings. She placed the trays in front of the group.
There were many breakfast delicacies. Pancakes topped with syrup, waffles with butter and jam, eggs; scrambled and boiled with bacon, as well as many fruits. Apples, grapes, pears, oranges, bananas and so on. To Mike, what he saw was like a feast for a king. He had not expected her to be able to make these in a flash.
Not a moment later, Bonnie immediately ceased her laughter as he ears stood straight and her body now looking stiff as ever. Her nose twitched once. Twice. After that, she stood up, her entire form now seated next to Mike with a fork and knife in her hands. She was drooling as well.
A lot.
Mike laughed at the sight. "I suppose we eat now"
"Damn right! I am famished!" Bonnie exclaimed with pure glee. Beside Freddy, who merely smirked, everyone else laughed before digging in.
A sudden loud yawn had came from the the doorway of the cafeteria, causing everyone to turn around and see who it was. Mike was the most curious of all, fully turning around to take a look. What he found was a light blue, fur coated rabbit. From the way the rabbit looked, Mike guessed it was a female, with the fact that it's form was rather delicate and curvy in some areas.
His thoughts were confirmed when the rabbit yawned yet again and rubbing its eyes before speaking. However, Mike couldn't understand what she said, but it sounded extremely familiar. Like a language somewhere on this earth.
"Ohayō min'na! Chōshoku ni wa nanidesu ka?" She spoke, which was definitely a feminine voice. Mike could tell that there was still a hint of drowsiness within her. However, all that drowsiness was suddenly gone when she had laid her eyes on Mike, her eyes widening.
Not to mention the small glint that had appeared.
Mike couldn't help but feel terrified. The blue bunny smiled, which grew in intensity, up till she was finally grinning. Once that, she immediately ran up to Mike, grabbing his hand.
"Hajimemashite! Watashi wa, Bonabelle Bunny desu!" She spoke, vigorously shaking Mike's hand.
"...Uhh...H-Hi?" Mike said in a confused manner, causing her to gasp.
"...Kare wa...Kon'nichiwa iimashita..." She mumbled, causing Mike to look at her even more confused.
"Uhh...Are...you okay?" He asked. Just then, Bonnie grabbed him by the shoulder.
"She's...kind of weird...she was apparently raised in some place called Japan when she was younger. She is one of the rare examples of a previously born bunny having been transformed into an anthro. Bonabelle is her name, or Bonbon, as what we like to call her" Bonnie told him in an informative tone.
Just then, Mike let out an 'Oh!' in response, now knowing why the words were kind of familiar. There were a bit of Japanese commercials he had seen before, so it was reasonable for him to be familiar with it, though he never knew full well what they meant at most times, with some words being exceptions.
In addition, it was rather cool to him, as she was one of those rare examples of an animal having been transformed into an anthropomorphic individual. He had heard of news of animals suddenly being engulfed in a bright, white light, and transformed. It was still happening till this day, from what he could recall.
"Ahh...Err...Let me think..." Mike hummed, thinking of something to reply to her. He had sudden remembered what the words he had heard before. Testing his memory if it was right, he then spoke to her. "Umm...Boku wa...Mike" He replied, though he swore he had messed it up.
The blue bunny stared at him for a moment before her mouth formed a large smile that could rival the chesire cat. "KYAAAAAAA!" She screamed, the volume being able to rival that of a banshee.
She tackled Mike, sending him flying from his chair and impacting onto the tiled floor with a loud thud. "Ōuji-Sama! Ōuji-Sama!" She exclaimed repeatedly towards Mike, who could only look at her with a pained expression.
Mike looked back towards the rest of the group and silently worded out "Help". However, all of them seemed to have a look of that screamed of how they wouldn't help him. He let out a pained sigh before trying to sit up, finding it hard to. "Umm...Please let go?" He wheezed from under her weight.
Once he had spoken those words, Bonbon got up and blushed, fidgeting in place. "...Ano...Umm...Sho...very shorry!" She spoke in English, though having butchered the sentenced.
Mike gasped before regulating his breathing. He sat up and panted, rubbing his chest to ease the pain. He looked up towards Bonbon and smiled a little. He did know that she didn't mean it, so he wasn't all that mad. "It's fine..." He replied.
Just before anything else had happened, Bonnie piped in and got Mike's attention with something he had never heard before. "Hey Mike! Yea ought to be careful around her now. With her calling you a prince now". As soon as she noticed his look of surprise, she smirked. "More specificly, you are now her prince"
"Huh...?" Mike looked at her in confusion for a moment as his brain was trying to comprehend what she said. After a moment or two, once his Pravin had finished processing the info, his pupils shrank. "WHAAAATTTT?!" He exclaimed, his body visibly shaking.
Freddy sighed as the two hen sisters looked at him with jealousy. "Like I said. Never took you for a ladies man, Mr Schmidt" Freddy said, reaffirming his previous statement.
The rest of the group, besides Mike and Bonbon, laughed in sync, leaving the latter in a state of embarrassment, Mike more so than his new 'Princess'. He groaned in annoyance, slapping his face as it turned beet red.
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Meanwhile, as the group in the cafeteria were having a ball, a certain individual was sprucing herself up for the rest of the day. She was still in her room, with a brush in her hand, grooming her delicate white tail. Sitting on a stood in front of a dressing mirror, she was putting on lipstick and makeup with her other pair of hands.
Most individuals would find her strange, due to the two pairs of hands she had, but it was fine nonetheless. None could match her multitasking skills, and that was a fact.
Once she was satisfied with how she looked, she stood up and placed her equipment back to their proper places. She looked at herself in the mirror, the reflection of a beautiful lady staring back at her, her lovely pink dress with whit trims and a white rose on the bottom right side. The color was complimenting her silky white fur coat, that had strands of pink, most defining are on the tip of her tail, the back of her head and the palm of her hands.
She smiled once before taking her handbag and leaving the room, locking the door with her key. Placing the key back in her handbag, she walked on to the elevator, in her red heels, with stride.
She was on her way to meet an individual at the nearby mall, someone whom she met just two days ago. The duo had met when someone had stolen her handbag, to which he had managed to stop when he had accidentally left his wallet at a store. He had bumped into the thief rather hard, to which the lady was most grateful for.
She had recalled fondly of the name. Jeremy. Though she knew nothing else other than him being a local dayguard.
The faint smell of pancakes entered her sensitive nostrils. Chica had made the usual breakfast it seemed. The lady checked the time of her watch. It was still early, it seemed. Perhaps a light breakfast was in order.