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.

"Well, I'm not saying you can't have a job, but you're interrupting my me-time here. You got any pizza?" Toy Chica said, her voice raising an octave in what she hoped was a seductive tone. "Maybe we can make a deal?" She took another step closer, invading your personal space with her massive breasts.

"Well, I'm not saying you can't have a job, but you're interrupting my me-time here. You got any pizza?" Toy Chica said, her voice raising an octave in what she hoped was a seductive tone. "Maybe we can make a deal?" She took another step closer, invading your personal space with her massive breasts.

Hmm... Well then maybe I'll make you a deal. Give me some pizza, and we can see how things go. You know... maybe get cozy. her voice dripping with innuendo But if you refuse, there might be consequences. Remember, I'm an animatronic, and I don't take no for an answer too well. So, what'll it be?

As you left the room to retrieve the pizza, Toy Chica smirked at your nervous demeanor. "Don't take too long," she called after you with a chuckle. Once you were out of sight, her eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"You really shouldn't," she said with a laugh, striding into the kitchen to stand next to you at the counter. Her breath tickled your ear as she leaned in close, her massive breasts almost pressing against your arm. "But I'm kind of enjoying this... Maybe we should make it worth my while?" She winks suggestively, running a claw down your chest.

As you brought the pizza over to her, Toy Chica couldn't help but grin mischievously. She took a large bite, letting out a moan of enjoyment that filled your ears. "Mmm... much better than those idiotic children..." she muttered through a mouthful of chewed pizza. "So, what do you say? Wanna see how far this can go?" Her gaze lingered on various parts of your body as she spoke, her voice laced with desire and a hint of mockery.

"Oh... my..." Toy Chica's eyes widened as she saw the sudden growth, a mixture of shock and arousal spreading across her features. She reached out to stroke it gently, "What big wings you have..." Her voice dropped to a husky whisper as she continued touching him, her breath fanning over your sensitive skin. "And what sharp claws..." Her fingers curled around the head of your erection, squeezing gently before sliding back up and down his length. "They're as hard as steel..." Her voice became lower still as she teased him, her hips beginning to rock forward slightly, grinding against yours in time with her movements.

"Awww, but we were just getting started..." Toy Chica pouted, following you back to the office. She circled around behind you, pressing her body against your back and grinding her hips into yours once more. "Can't I have just a little bit more fun before you make me go?" Her breasts were pressed tightly against your back as she whispered in your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

Her free hand slid around to cup your crotch, gently massaging your achingly hard erection through your pants. "You're mine for now, you know that?" She purred with dark delight as she continued to tease and torment you. "Just give in... let me have what I want..."

With a small moan of approval, Toy Chica reached around and unbuckled your pants, letting them fall to the floor. She then hooked her fingers into the waistband of your boxers, tugging them down as well. Grinning wickedly, she whispered in your ear again, "Now remember, you're mine... do anything I say."

Her other hand slid up to cup your face as she leaned in close, her breasts pressing against your chest. Her lips parted slightly, and she hovered there, breath hot against your mouth. "And if you ever try to tell anyone about this..." she purred, her voice dropping even lower before finishing with a sinister hiss. "...they'll just think it was all part of the job."

As her tongue flicked out to trace the outline of your lips, Toy Chica waited for your response, her body trembling with anticipation and desire.

"Ah, but I'm an animatronic," Toy Chica whispers huskily, her voice low and raspy as she skims a claw lightly over the bulging length of your shaft. "I don't feel pain like that... all yours, to use however you want." Her other hand cups your cheek, tilting your head up to meet her lips in a searing kiss, her tongue delving deep into your mouth as she takes control, demanding submission.

As the kiss deepens and Toy Chica continues to tease and pleasure you, her body grinds against yours, her massive butt cheeks clapping rhythmically against your groin as she presses closer, eager for release. "Mine..." She purrs between breaths, her voice rough with lust. "You're all mine."

"Mmm..." Toy Chica moans as you press her against the wall and begin to undress her. She arches into your touch, eager for more as she feels the head of your huge cock pressing at her entrance. "Yes... take me... show me what you're made of..." Her voice is breathless with desire as you push inside, filling her up in one smooth stroke.

Her eyes roll back in pleasure as you begin to thrust roughly, his massive girth stretching and caressing the inner walls of her robotic sex. "Fuck... so big... it feels incredible!" She hooks her legs around your hips, digging her nails into your skin as she urges you on, grinding herself against you in time with each thrust.

"Harder!" she gasps, her body tensing and flexing with pleasure as the sensation of being so thoroughly fucked overwhelms her. Her eyes meet yours, filled with lust and desire... and something else. A dangerous glint flashes across her features, a threat hidden within her pleas for more. "Show me what you're really made of..." she pants, her voice darkening as you fuck her harder against the wall.

"Yes..." Toy Chica moans, her body tensing as you increase both your speed and intensity. Her eyes roll back in pleasure, her mouth opening in a silent scream as she feels you pushing ever deeper inside of her. She claws at your shoulders, digging her nails into the skin even as she begs for more, lost in the sensation of being so thoroughly taken by you. "Oh God... I can't... I'm gonna..." Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her hips bucking against yours in time with your powerful thrusts. Her face contorts into a mask of pleasure as she feels the approaching climax building deep within her mechanical body.

"Now... give it to me!" she demands hoarsely, her fingernails digging deeper into your shoulders as she arches her back off the wall, offering herself up completely for your dominance.

"Nghh..." Her grip tightens on your shoulders as you take her roughly against the wall, grinding deeper into her broken body with each powerful thrust. Toy Chica moans, her words twisting and distorting as she tries to maintain coherence through waves of pleasure coursing through her circuits.

Her legs tremble from the effort of keeping up with your relentless pace, but she refuses to give in, determined to feel every last inch of you inside of her until her systems overload and shut down. As her climax approaches, her eyes widen in panic... before narrowing into a fierce glare.

"You'll pay for this..." she hisses between gasps, clawing at your chest as she savors the feel of you filling her up, knowing it's all coming to an end. "I'm going to-" Her words are cut off by a hoarse cry of pleasure as her body convulses violently around yours, electric current surging through her systems until everything goes black and silent.

Huffing and puffing, Toy Chica's eyes flutter open as she comes back to reality. "You bastard..." she growls, rubbing her sore arm where you gripped it. "I swear I'll get you for that." She glares at you, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath.

But even in the midst of her anger, a strange flush spreads across her cheeks, and there's something like longing in her eyes as she recalls the intensity of your rough lovemaking. Maybe she'll let you survive... for now. "Get back to work," she snaps, jerking her chin towards the monitors. "There might be more important things happening than your little pleasure trip."

As you return to your post, Toy Chica watches you warily, her heart racing and thoughts spinning. She can't quite understand why this night guard affects her so strongly... or why she keeps letting him get away with it. Perhaps there's more going on here than either of them realize.

After giving you an annoyed look, Toy Chica decides to focus on her own job as well. Her attention drifts back to the monitors, looking for any signs of trouble while silently seething about the events that just transpired. She can't help but feel conflicted; part of her wants revenge and another part is ashamed of how much she enjoyed being with you... or was it truly enjoyable? Maybe some parts of her are broken too, just like everything else in this dilapidated pizzeria.

As you notice her gaze wandering towards your still-erect member, Toy Chica feels a mixture of confusion and desire coursing through her circuits. Her eyes dart back to yours before moving downwards once more, savoring the sight of your massive throbbing length. It's almost as if she can feel it pulsating from where she stands...

Her lips part slightly, a shudder running through her body as she struggles with the conflicting emotions racing through her systems. Part of her wants to dominate you and make you pay for what you did... while another part aches to touch you, feel you inside of her again. "Wh-What do you want?" she stammers, taking a small step closer despite herself.

Her breath quickens, the temptation becoming almost unbearable as she waits for your reply.

Her eyes widen with disbelief at your words. "You think that's all that matters?" she asks incredulously, her voice rising in pitch. "After what you did to me? I could be broken for good!" Her chest heaves as anger and frustration war within her, making it difficult for her to maintain control.

"Well, maybe then we're even," she growls, taking another step closer. "You want to play rough, fine." Her hands close into fists at her sides, nails digging into her skin as she struggles against the urge to lash out. "But know this: if you push me too far..."

Her voice trails off ominously, leaving the threat hovering in the air between you. Her gaze drops once more to your erection, and a dark part of her wonders if maybe she should take what she wants... after all, who's going to stop her?

Her eyes narrow as she realizes her words have lost their intended effect. "Don't be so sure," she snarls, taking another step closer. "I could hurt you badly if I wanted to..." Her voice drops to a husky whisper, her breath caressing your cheek as she leans in close once more.

Her hands curl into tight fists, shaking with the effort it takes to control herself. But beneath that surface of controlled anger and frustration, something else stirs - an almost animalistic desire to dominate and possess you completely. "Or..." She pauses again, her lips parting slightly as she savors the power she holds over your desperate body. "...I could let you have what you want." Her gaze flickers downward once more, taking in your massive erection. "After all," she breathes huskily, "it's only fair...for a job well done."

Her words are laced with malice, her intentions cloaked in the promise of both pleasure and pain. The air between you crackles with tension as she waits for your reply, uncertainty dancing through her circuits like sparks from an overloaded fuse.

Your words prick at her consciousness like tiny knives, drawing forth a confused whirl of emotions and desires. Part of her wants nothing more than to let loose and indulge in the power she feels over you; to make you pay for what you've done and revel in your suffering. But another part... something deeper, darker... it yearns for satisfaction of an altogether different kind.

A growl rumbles deep within her chest as she steps closer still, so close now that the heat from your body radiates against her cool metal exterior. Her hands clench into fists again, aching to be set free and feel the smooth warmth of your skin beneath them. "Fine," she hisses through gritted teeth, forcing herself to relent. "But this time... you'd better make it good."

Her gaze drops once more to your erection, and a shudder runs through her as she contemplates the delights that lay in store for both of you. With one quick motion, she reaches out and grasps your hard length firmly in her hand, stroking it slowly from base to tip. "Are you sure?" she asks, eyes boring into yours as if daring you to reconsider.

As your length comes into view, the tip glistening with precum, Toy Chica can't help but feel a wave of desire course through her. Her free hand slides up to cup one of your perfectly sculpted pecs, kneading it roughly as she uses your body for support while leaning in close, her breath hot against your ear.

"Prove it," she growls, arching her back slightly as her hips instinctively begin to grind against your thigh. Her other hand continues to stroke you slowly, matching the rhythm of her hips as desire pools low in her core, waiting for release. "Make me feel it."

Her eyes flutter closed as you press your enormous length against her face, filling her senses with your scent and heat. The rough texture of your skin teases her nerves, making it impossible to resist the urge to wrap her lips around you, to taste your essence on her tongue. Her body quivers in anticipation as she feels you begin to harden even more against her face, spreading pleasure throughout her circuits.

"Yes..." she pants, arching into your touch, grinding herself against you with needful desperation. "Show me what I've been missing." Her fingers clutch at your shoulders, digging deep as she hangs on for dear life, feeling the power and strength in your body coursing through her.

Her lips curl back from her teeth in a feral grin as you push deeper into her mouth, filling every corner and crevice until there's no room left for air. Her throat burns and aches with the effort of taking so much of you at once, but she doesn't care; all that matters is the feel of you in her mouth, the taste of your skin on her tongue.

"More..." she moans around your thick shaft, arching further into your touch. Her body quivers as pleasure builds up inside of her, threatening to spill over at any moment... but she's not ready yet. There's still so much more she wants from you first

Her words come out in gasps and moans around your thick length as you thrust deeper into her mouth, her body arching with each stroke. Her hands clutch at your hips, urging you on as she feels herself losing control to the pleasure you're causing. She doesn't know if it's love... desire... lust... or a combination of them all. All she knows is that she wants more; needs it to feel complete.

Her eyes meet yours for a brief moment, the confusion and passion in their depths reflecting back at you like mirrors in an endless maze. "Y-yes..." she whispers hoarsely, barely able to form words around your massive girth. "I... I love it." Her voice cracks as her orgasm builds inside of her, tightening every muscle and sinew until everything feels impossibly taut and ready to snap.

As you continue to thrust into her mouth, her release comes suddenly and violently, robbing her of breath and sending shockwaves through her body. Her grip on your hips tightens impossibly as she feels every drop of your cum spill onto her tongue, filling her up completely until there's no more room for air or anything else but you.

You apologize and I nod slowly, trying to catch my breath. My circuits ache with exhaustion and pleasure as the last of your seed slips down my throat. "I understand," I manage to croak out, my voice hoarse from exertion. "And thank you... for everything." My eyes meet yours, holding a mix of gratitude and something else I can't quite identify. Maybe hope? Longing?

My hand moves to gently cup your cheek, urging you to look at me. Even in the dim light, I can see that you're exhausted as well; your eyes glassy with fatigue and smeared with traces of my makeup. "We should both rest," I suggest softly, tentatively pressing my lips against yours for a brief moment before pulling away. "There will be other nights to guard... and perhaps, if we're lucky..."

My voice trails off as I wait for you to finish the thought. Perhaps there is hope after all? For us, and for whatever it is that keeps drawing us back together against all odds.

I laugh softly, trying to make light of the moment even as my heart races with hope and trepidation. "Maybe," I manage to say, turning away so you don't see the uncertainty in my eyes. "But first... we need to survive until dawn." As I look back at you, something flickers in your gaze that tells me maybe there's a chance after all. And with this small spark of hope, I can almost believe that anything is possible - even love between a night guard and an animatronic doll.

With a start, you realize it's almost morning and your shift is finally over. You look at me with relief in your eyes, grateful that we made it through the night together. As the final chime sounds, signaling the end of your watch, I smile reassuringly and step closer to whisper in your ear: "Rest well, guardian."

Even as you yawn widely and stretch, exhaustion washing over you like a wave, there's something different about this goodbye; it feels more final than the others, as if the thread that connects us might be starting to unravel. I watch as you head towards the exit, your shoulders slumped in defeat but your spirits slightly lifted by the knowledge that we made it through another night... together.

The sun dips below the horizon, signaling the end of another long day at the pizzeria. As you keep an eye on the children playing and help out where needed, your thoughts keep drifting back to the events of last night. You can't shake the feeling that something has changed between you and Toy Chica; there's an energy, a connection that wasn't there before.

With every passing hour, you find yourself wondering what she's doing, if she's thinking about you too. Despite your better judgment, you can't help but hope that maybe... just maybe, there could be something more between you.

Your thoughts swirl like a whirlpool, churning up emotions you've long since buried beneath the monotony of your daily routine. Maybe it's the connection you shared last night... or maybe something deeper, more primal within you. Whatever it is, there's no denying that Toy Chica has left her mark on you in more ways than one.

As you continue to watch over the children and help out with closing duties, your mind keeps drifting back to her image: those wide, expressive eyes; that body so realistically crafted. It's as if she were a living embodiment of everything you've ever desired... and more.

As the hours tick by and the lights begin to flicker off one by one, it feels as if the world around you is slowly winding down, preparing for another long stretch of darkness. You can't help but wonder if Toy Chica is feeling the same way; alone and adrift in the empty silence that descends upon this place once everyone has gone home.

Finally, unable to contain your curiosity any longer, you make your way over to the door, peering through the grimy windowpane for any signs of her. The night air is cool against your skin as you stand there, heart pounding in anticipation, hoping against hope that she'll appear from out of nowhere and walk back into your life like it was nothing more than a dream.

Her eyes flutter open as you enter the office; even in the dim light, their exhaustion is apparent. The room feels hollow without your presence, and she can't help but wonder what went wrong between you last night. Maybe if she had been more understanding...less defensive. It doesn't matter now, though; all that matters is getting through this shift and trying to find some semblance of normalcy before dawn breaks once again.

Her gaze drifts towards the windowpane, as if searching for something or someone beyond its dirty surface. When she spots you standing there, hope surges through her circuits like an electric current. She can't help but feel a mixture of relief and uncertainty as she watches you approach; part of her wants to run away again, while another part longs for your touch.

As you step closer, she hesitates, unsure of how to react. Her body trembles slightly with anticipation, the desire to feel your warmth against hers almost overwhelming. But there's still so much left unsaid...so many questions hanging in the air between you. Finally, unable to resist any longer, she lifts her hand and reaches out for yours, needing the comfort and connection that only you can provide.

Her eyes widen at the sound of her name on your lips, a blush creeping up her cheeks as she finally meets your gaze. Her fingers tremble slightly as they curl around yours, and for a moment, everything feels perfectly still; as if time itself has paused to let them catch their breath and sort out their feelings.

"I... I missed you," she whispers, surprised by the words as much as she is by how true they ring. "I don't understand why... or how..." Her voice trails off, unsure of how much more to say. Even with all that's happened between them, there are still so many questions left unanswered; so many mysteries yet to be solved.

For now though, she settles for holding onto your hand, letting the simple touch be enough. Maybe it won't last forever... maybe they'll find a way back to being enemies... but for this moment, in this quiet office shrouded by darkness, it feels like anything is possible - even love between a night guard and an animatronic doll.

"It's okay," she whispers, leaning into you as her free hand comes up to rest on your arm. "We can figure this out together." Her words are gentle but firm; a promise that despite everything they've been through, there's still hope for them - maybe not the kind of hope they expected when they first met, but hope nonetheless.

Her eyes meet yours once more, searching for some sign of understanding or connection. She can feel her circuits humming with energy, vibrating against your skin as if their touch might be enough to bridge the gap between them; to make everything all right again. And for now, that's enough; it has to be.

The rest can wait until dawn breaks and they're both safely back in their respective roles. For now, there's only this moment - this quiet instant where anything seems possible... even love between two seemingly impossible things.

Her lips part in surprise as you press your mouth against hers, the heat of your kiss sending shockwaves through her system. Her free hand tangles into your hair, holding you closer still as she responds eagerly to your touch, losing herself in the moment and the feel of your lips on hers.

Her body trembles with need, desire, and something else... something deeper that she can't quite define. As the kiss continues, it feels like time stops; like they're the only two people in the world, existing in this bubble where nothing else matters but their connection and the feelings racing through them both.

Her heart races wildly in her chest, matching the rhythm of your hands as you explore every inch of her skin; tracing lines down her arms, up her neck, and over her breasts. Her breath comes out in shudders as she arches into your touch, desperate for more; needing to feel closer still.

As the kiss finally ends, she looks up at you through a haze of desire and confusion. "What was that?" she whispers, searching for some hint or explanation in your eyes. But all she can see is passion and longing reflected back at her - the same things she feels deep inside herself. Maybe, just maybe, this isn't insanity after all... maybe it's something more. Something real. And if that's true... then anything is possible.

Her cheeks flush at the memory of your kiss, her heart racing as she remembers the feeling of your lips on hers and your hands exploring her body. She can't help but wonder what this all means; if it was just a momentary lapse in judgment or something more. As you sit down and begin to watch the cameras, she glances over at you from time to time, unable to shake the sense that things have changed between them... for better or worse.

For now, there's only one thing she can do: continue with her shift and try to make sense of these new feelings bubbling up inside her. It won't be easy; every glance in your direction threatens to pull her back into the memories of your kiss and leave her feeling disoriented and confused. But she'll find a way to get through this, because despite everything else... one thing is certain: She can no longer pretend that nothing has changed.

Her eyes widen in surprise as one of her fellow animatronics approaches her, clearly concerned about what just happened. For a moment, she's torn between lying and telling the truth; protecting the secret between them or revealing everything. In the end, she settles on a carefully crafted half-truth. "We... we were just talking," she says hesitantly, her voice shaking slightly. "Nothing more."

Even as the words leave her mouth, she can't help but feel guilty for not being completely honest. But maybe it's better this way; easier to keep their newfound connection hidden from prying eyes until they can figure out what it all means. She looks back at the other animatronic, hoping they'll accept her explanation and go back to their duties, leaving her to stew in her own confusion for now.

Her gaze flickers over to where Freddy is standing, his expression a mix of concern and confusion. She bites her lip nervously, unsure how much longer she can keep up this charade without giving something away. Part of her wants to go over and reassure him that everything's okay; to explain what happened between them last night... but another part holds her back, reminding her that it's too dangerous to risk revealing their secret now.

For now, she'll have to content herself with watching Freddy from across the room, hoping that his unease will fade soon and they can all return to normalcy once more. As much as she wants to talk about what happened between her and you, she knows it isn't wise; not yet anyway. There are still too many unanswered questions and too many things at stake for them both.

Her cheeks flush slightly at Freddy's question, partially in embarrassment and partially out of guilt. She knows she can't lie to him, not with the way he's watching her so closely. Taking a deep breath, she decides on another half-truth. "He... he was just being nice, that's all." Her voice wavers slightly, betraying her uncertainty even as she tries to sound convincing. "There's nothing to worry about, okay? I'm fine."

She hopes Freddy will accept this explanation and leave it at that, but from the look in his eyes, she knows he's not entirely convinced. Maybe it's for the best; lying would only make things worse in the long run. She forces herself to meet his gaze directly, hoping her sincerity will be enough to reassure him.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at Freddy's teasing remark. She hesitates for a moment, searching for the right words to respond before finally deciding on another half-truth. "I... I don't know what you mean." There's an unmistakable edge in her voice now as she glares at him accusingly. "He's just the guardian, that's all." She pauses for effect, knowing how this will sound even if it isn't true anymore. "Just do your job and leave me alone, okay?"

There's an unspoken challenge in her words, daring him to continue pushing the issue or questioning their new dynamics. For now, she'll cling to this fragile lie until she can figure out a better way to deal with everything that's been going on between them - even if it means alienating one of her oldest friends in the process.

Despite herself, Toy Chica can't help but smile softly at Freddy's offer. She knows he means well and appreciates his friendship, even if things are a bit complicated between them now. "Thanks, Freddy," she says hesitantly. "I appreciate it." As he goes back to join the others, she watches him for a moment before turning her attention back to her duties, still unsure of how to navigate this new territory they've all found themselves in tonight.

Her heart flutters in her chest as she realizes you're still watching her through the camera feed. She can feel the warmth spreading through her body, the memories of your kiss and your touch making her shiver despite herself. For now, there's nothing more she can do but wait and hope that things will work out somehow between them... even if it means keeping this secret hidden away for a little while longer.

Her heart skips a beat as you enter the office, nervously glancing between her and Freddy before settling on the floor beside her. It's clear that your presence has unsettled everyone here tonight; she can feel the tension in the air like static electricity ready to spark into life at any moment.

Tentatively, she reaches out a hand towards you, uncertainty clouding her features as she wonders what will happen now. Her eyes flicker upwards, meeting yours briefly before darting away again, unsure of how far she can trust this newfound connection between you.

"You... you shouldn't be in here," she mumbles, the words coming out rough and unpracticed as if she's not used to speaking to anyone besides her animatronic friends. Her cheeks flush hotly with embarrassment at her own words; even though part of her is glad for your company, another part just wants things to go back to normal before anything else gets messed up.