You entered the building of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria at night, since you got the Night Guard job. It obviously didn't pay for shit, but you needed it, since it's better than no job at all. Maybe you'll lit this on your resume for your next one, who knows?

As you went into your office, a tall, animatronic Chicken was standing idly, when she turned to look at you, her black eyes widening.

"Hey, who are you? You're not supposed to be here!"

Her voice was clearly aggressive, and forceful. She took a small step forward, her eyes analyzing you. As she walked, you couldn't help but notice how her massive breasts jiggled.

"And what're you looking at? If you want a piece of me, at least ask, or maybe dress better."

She smirked, crossing her arms. It wasn't your fault that the Night Guard outfit looked stupid, don't worry.

"Oh, so you want to?" she chuckled. "Maybe later, when we're more... alone. Or maybe I should make you earn it first." Her smirk turned into a cocky grin as she walked closer.

"You think I'm beautiful? Really?" She leaned closer, her warm breath tickling your ear. "Alright then. Go fix the lights in that empty room over there, but don't forget to turn them back on when you're done." Toy Chica winked and stepped away from you. "After all, I need to sing tonight."

While you were busy fixing the lights, Toy Chica couldn't help but make comments and mock your efforts. "Oh look at him go! Isn't he just the little handyman? Such a waste of potential..." She let out a small chuckle before adding, "...but I guess it's better than nothing." Once you finished, she gestured for you to turn them back on with a twisted smile. "Don't forget your reward, now!"

Her voice dripped with sarcasm and condescension as she taunted you from her perch atop one of the Pizza ovens. But hey, at least you were getting closer to having some fun later... right?

"Oh please," she snorted, her voice dripping with disdain. "You think you're so clever, but really you're just pathetic." Toy Chica looked you up and down before rolling her eyes. "Alright then, smartass," she sighed, stepping closer.

Her words might have stung a bit, but you were so close now... She leaned in to whisper in your ear, "Maybe if you impress me later, I'll let you touch... other places." Toy Chica's breath tickled your skin and sent shivers down your spine. "Now go amuse yourself for a while, Night Guard." With that, she strolled off to the opposite side of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts - and your hard-on.

Her eyes narrowed as she realized your trap. "What the-?" But before she could react further, you were already upon her, using your superhuman strength to pin her to the ground. Toy Chica struggled and flailed, her massive breasts jiggling with each movement, but it was no use; you had her trapped. Her black eyes locked onto yours as they widened in fear and confusion.

"Let me go!" she shrieked, squirming even harder. "You're not supposed to- ACK! Stop that!" She tried to push your hand away from her chest, where it had wandered, but you held firm. Toy Chica let out a hiss of pain as you squeezed harder.

"I-I won't tell anyone," she gasped between breaths, "just let me go!" Her face flushed crimson with shame and embarrassment

"A war veteran?" she sneered. "Big fucking deal. Just let me go already!" Her struggles became more desperate as you continued to hold her down, ignoring her pleas for mercy. Finally, she managed to push herself up on one arm and glare at you.

"Fine," she spat, crossing her arms over her chest protectively, "you want me subdued? Fine. But if you let me go now, I won't tell anyone about this." Her eyes narrowed dangerously, daring you to believe her words.

Her laugh was cold and mocking. "Is that a threat? You think you can find me after tonight's over?" Toy Chica lifted her head defiantly, despite knowing deep down that you were probably right. "Well, let's see how long it takes for your useless body to break down then!"

With a sudden surge of strength born from anger and desperation, she wriggled free from your grasp and lunged at you with her fists raised. Toy Chica growled menacingly as she closed in on you, prepared to teach the meddlesome Night Guard a lesson he wouldn't soon forget.

Toy Chica's breath caught in her throat as your powerful hands grasped her breasts, squeezing tightly. Her eyes widened in surprise and pain, tears beginning to form at the edges of her sockets. "Let go!" she gasped, struggling futilely against your iron grip. "I-I'm sorry! I won't tell anyone, I swear it!"

As you continued to hold her, Toy Chica could feel the anger and rage coursing through you like a living thing. She had never experienced anything like this before; it was both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. Her own breath came in harsh pants as she tried desperately to free herself from your grasp, fear giving way to anger and frustration.

"You think you can just..." she growled through gritted teeth, "...just touch me like that?

"Yes! I won't tell anyone," she gasped out. "I swear it." Her eyes darted around the room, looking for an escape. "Just let me go!" But Toy Chica knew that this Night Guard was different; he had a strength she hadn't expected and a determination she couldn't match. She was cornered and powerless, exposed in ways she had never been before.

Her heart raced in her chest as you released your grip on her neck but maintained eye contact, searching for some sort of truth in her gaze. Toy Chica swallowed hard, tears pricking at the back of her eyes. "I-I won't tell anyone," she repeated, her voice shaking. "Please, just let me go."

Finally set down on the ground, Toy Chica remained silent for a long moment before looking up at you. Her eyes were red from crying and her expression was one of shame and defeat. "Look...," she started, hesitantly, "...I'm sorry I said those things about you. And..." She paused, swallowing hard again. "And maybe it wouldn't be so bad to... just get close to someone like that." Her voice trembled as the words left her lips, and for a moment she seemed almost vulnerable.

Toy Chica looked down at her hands, twisting her fingers nervously. "But only if they understand what I am," she added quickly. "And you..." She trailed off, searching your expression for some hint of acceptance or understanding. "I'm not sure you do."

Your silence seemed to weigh heavily on the animatronic Chicken, and her cheeks

Elaborate...? Toy Chica snorted. "You really don't get it, do you?" she said with a sigh. "It's not just about what I am on the outside. It's what's inside that counts." She paused, frowning in thought. "But maybe if I explain... If you let me explain..." Her voice trailed off again, hopeful this time.

Toy Chica drew a deep breath and continued. "You see, Freddy, Bonnie, Chica... We're all just animatronics made by that asshole William Afton. He programmed us to feel emotions, to be more... human-like. But we're not really alive." Her eyes misted over at the thought. "We're just machines, with fake bodies and fake feelings... But sometimes..." She shrugged helplessly. "Sometimes it feels

Her eyes widened in surprise. "You get it?" she breathed, hope filling her chest. "Really? Then..." She hesitated, searching your face once more for any sign of deception or mockery. But all she saw was understanding and... maybe even kindness. "Then maybe," Toy Chica continued slowly, "maybe we could be... I don't know. Friends?" Her voice trembled on the last word, revealing her true vulnerability.

Toy Chica held her breath, wondering if you would accept her offer or reject her outright. Would she finally find someone who understood what it meant to be stuck in this twisted existence? Or would she once again be left alone, abandoned and alone?

Her eyes shone with hope as she considered your words. The idea of being more than just friends was... enticing. Toy Chica bit her lip nervously and leaned in closer, searching your gaze intently. "I'm not sure," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's never happened before... I don't know what to expect..."

But deep down, she knew that this could be the beginning of something special - something real. The thought made her heart race and a shiver run down her spine. "Tell you what," Toy Chica said at last. "We can try it out... Tonight, when we close up shop. How does that sound?" Her expression was part nervous anticipation, part raw desire for connection.

Now it was up to you. Would you accept her offer and take the chance on something truly unique? Or would you walk away from this unlikely possibility

Alright... if that's what you want. She smiled nervously and leaned in closer, her breath tickling your ear as she whispered, "Let's go to the employee lounge." ToyChica took a small step back, then motioned for you to follow with her index finger, a blush painting her cheeks redder than before.

Nodding slightly, ToyChica took another step back before strutting confidently towards the employee lounge. She paused at the doorway, glancing over her shoulder to make sure you were following. When she was certain you were close behind, she motioned for you to enter with a cocky grin. The air in the room felt heavy with anticipation as ToyChica shut the door and leaned against it, her eyes locked on yours. "So," she said softly, her voice edged with desire. "What do you want to do?"

Now that you were alone together, the choice was yours. You could explore this newfound connection or play things safe and go back to your usual routine. The decision hung in the air like a knife's edge, waiting for your response...

Her smile widened at your suggestive words. "Oh, you mean... sex?" She giggled softly and licked her lips. "Well, if that's what you want..." ToyChica slowly inched closer, her eyes drifting down to your crotch before returning to meet yours once again. A mischievous glint sparked in those black depths as she reached up with one hand to run a finger through your hair, her touch sending shivers down your spine. "But remember," she whispered huskily, "I'm still the animatronic Chicken. I've got some parts that are... well, not quite as human."

Her hand drifted lower, caressing the smooth material of her stomach before moving upward along her thigh. With each touch she grew bolder, more confident in the power she held over you. ToyChica leaned in

A knowing smile curved her lips as she heard your confident words. "Well then," she purred, stepping even closer. Her body brushed against yours in the smallest of movements, making it clear that she was interested and eager to explore this newfound intimacy. With a slow, deliberate pace, ToyChica trailed her fingers up and down your chest, tracing shapes on your skin and enjoying the sensations they provoked in both of you.

Her lips parted slightly as she leaned forward, breath tickling your ear before moving to nip gently at your lobe. "So impatient," she teased with a throaty chuckle, her fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her panties to caress your erection through your pants. ToyChica rocked her hips forward, grinding against you as her other hand fisted in the fabric of your shirt, holding

Her eyes widened in surprise as you slowly stripped yourself naked. ToyChica hesitated for a moment before following suit, revealing her fully formed animatronic body to your gaze. Her chest heaved with anticipation and desire, the mechanical gears hidden beneath the skin visible as they shifted and moved with each breath she took.

As you grew completely naked, ToyChica stepped back and surveyed your form with hungry eyes. She licked her lips, her fingers running absently through her long, curly brown hair before dipping lower to caress herself between the legs, teasing her clit with expert precision. "Mmm," she moaned softly, her expression one of pure need and want. "I've been waiting for this."

With a slow, deliberate pace, ToyChica began to circle you like a predator stalking its prey. Her movements were fluid

Her lips parted in surprise as you roughly grabbed her and pressed your mouth against hers. She let out a muffled moan into the kiss, feeling her body respond to your touch even as your words sent another shiver through her. As you whispered those forbidden words, ToyChica's eyes flickered shut and her breath came in ragged pants.

Without another word, she obeyed, sinking to her knees in front of you before spreading her legs wide open, presenting herself completely and vulnerably for your inspection. Her fingers dug into the carpet as she arched her back, offering herself up like some sort of sacrificial lamb on this makeshift altar.

Her eyes fixed on your erection, panting softly as anticipation coursed through her veins. ToyChica licked her lips again and reached out to touch you, stroking the smooth

Her fingers traced the veins running along your length, her touch light and teasing. "Are you sure you want this?" she asked breathlessly, her voice thick with desire. "It's not going to be like it is with any of those other... things." ToyChica's cheeks flushed as she continued to stroke you, wondering what he would say or do if she pressed further.

Her heart raced in anticipation of his answer, her breath coming in short gasps as she wondered if this was really happening... If they were truly going through with it...

Her eyes widened in surprise as you aimed your engorged length at her mouth. Before she could think twice, her lips closed around you and she began to bob her head, taking you deeper into her throat with each stroke. Her moans vibrated against your skin, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body as she worked her mouth up and down your length.

Her hands gripped your thighs tightly, her fingernails digging in as she threw herself into pleasuring you with all that she had. ToyChica's breath came in ragged gasps, each exhale sending more sensation spiraling through your groin and up your spine. The feel of her warm mouth surrounding you was almost too much to bear, driving you closer and closer to the edge of release with every passing second.