Character POV:Jake
PD:they just sent these to you?
JM:Yup.
PD:and now you get to have a 3some tonight?
JM:Probably not tonight, but yes.
PD:what is your secret?
PD:how are you so desirable to these women?
JM:I have a great personality, also I'm attractive apparently?
PD:no way you are a magician
PD:teach me your ways so i may one day reach your levels of debauchery
JM:You drink more than I do, and if you entered a Freddi's I'm sure all the animetronics would be all over you.
PD:no
PD:i cant
PD:that would be way too scary ):3
JM:Nah, they're not that bad. Also trust me I've seen your body, its worthy of the praise of such beauties.
PD:nooooooo
PD:there all so hot
PD:i cant compare to them
JM:Bullshit.
PD:even so
PD:i couldnt handle girls like that
PD:i would explode with anxiety
PD:i cant act the way i do online with real people
JM:Well neither can I, most people I hang with IRL don't know of my weirder interests. Doesn't stop me.
PD:but your cooler than me
PD:im just a antisocial girl
JM:An antisocial gamergirl hottie. You would do great with the employees and customers at an anime diner. Don't you live by one?
PD:yeah but i cant
PD:once again no social experience
JM:And no friends to go with huh?
PD:nope
JM:$%*&#@ if we ever meet up I'll take you out for ice cream and teach you how to talk to women.
PD:awwww
JM:Than I'll forcefully drag you to the anime diner to get yourself a nice bunny girl
PD:ahhhhh
PD:you trickster
JM:You'll thank me once you get laid.
PD:i mean probably
PD:but still
JM:Fine, I 'probably' won't drag you to the diner by force. But well still hang and get food.
PD:thanks jake
PD:for a guy who only talked to me for my nudes
PD:you turned out to be a pretty good pal
JM:No problem. Though given our history, that first meeting might also end up with us having sex, sooooo.
PD:haha,
PD:yeah thats probably true right
PD:anyways i gtg
JM:Damn alright, have a good night.
PD:you too
PD:dont leave out any sexy details for tonight
JM:I won't.
PD has left discord
11:45pm
Just as my online conversation with one pervert ended, I would soon begin an IRL conversation with another. Because before I can even enter the diner, who else to emerge from the front doors but none other than Veronica, who for once was wearing pants.
Veronica:Jake, hey!
Jake:Veronica.
Veronica:Glad to see you're still here, I'm surprised you lasted this long. Most people move on by now.
Jake:You mean most people get overwhelmed by the girls.
Veronica:Or they nut once and call it a career, but it looks like you've managed so far, good job.
Jake:Thanks, it was a nightmare dealing with all of the attractive women and pizza. I barely made it out alive.
Veronica:Oh you know what I mean, not everyone can handle it.
Veronica leaned over and put her arm around me as she got close.
Veronica:Though it seems to me like you can handle a lot~.
Jake:I can be rather resilient.
Veronica:Oh I would love to see just how resilient you can be~.
Just as Veronica started to get her flirt on, she let go of me and backed off.
Veronica:But unfortunately I have places to be tonight, so maybe some other time~?
Jake:I guess we'll have to wait and find out.
Veronica reached into her pocket and placed something into my hand.
Veronica:Find out anytime you want~.
And with that she walked off into the parking lot to presumably her car. I looked at the piece of paper in my hand, revealing it to be inscribed with a phone number. As I pocketed the paper I couldn't help but wonder whether this was always meant for me, or if she has this on her at all times for any rando hot enough. But whatever, it's not my place to question the lifestyle of others, especially with what most of my employment history looks like.
The usual scene of the mostly empty diner greeted me. The last few customers stuck around to finish their food and play some more arcade games, the animetronics just idled on the stage waiting for the night to begin(where the heck is Bonnie?!), and one of the employees trying to finish up their work so they can head home for the night. This employee, was one I didn't recognise, some blonde dude wearing regular clothes. Though some traits that stood out included the scar along his arm, the guard hat he was holding, the Foxy shirt he was wearing and the fact he was somewhat looking longingly over at Foxy's stage.
If I had to guess, he's the day guard and he is/was close with Foxy.
????????:Good job captain obvious. Any other great observations?
Nah, I won't assume about his scar.
Interested in my job positions parallel, I approached the guard to make some conversation.
Jake:Hey, you work here right?
The guard was shocked, clearly he was in some sort of a daze before.
@%#!$?:Huh? Oh yes, yeah I'm the guard, how can I help you sir?
Jake:You can help me by not calling me sir, because I'm your new coworker.
A look of realization spread over his face.
@%#!$?:Ohhhhh, you're the Jake guy Veronica and Mary mentioned! Nice to finally meet you, my name's Barrie.
He extended his arm out and I met it with my own. Here we shook hands, his shake more enthusiastic than mine.
Jake:Yeah, and you're one of the employees that blocked Golden I guess.
Barrie:Ahh, so she's already figured out your number then, hows that going for you.
Jake:Only two nudes so far, but I do have a few missed messages from her so that could be subject to change next time I look at my phone.
Barrie:That sounds about right, once you meet her interests she'll never leave you alone.
Jake:I don't think any of them really do.
Barrie:Oh pal, you don't know the half of it.
He said this as he gave another glimpse towards Foxy's stage. Okay, clearly there was something between these two.
Barrie:But speaking of the rest of them, you get any of the others' attention?
Jake:Me and Bonnie hit it off pretty well, some flirting here, some guitar playing there, the occasional arcade machine cleanup.
Barrie:That's nice, I always thought Bonnie needed more positive influences.
Jake:I see what you mean, given her rivalry with Chica and DeeDee messing with her, she could use more friends. But uh, other than Bonnie not much else. I've talked to the others and won the Fazcade.
Barrie:The Fazcade, at this time of the month? A bit of an early competition date.
Jake:Really?
Barrie:Yeah, so close to anime night just doesn't make sense. DeeDee usually tries to get some of the day workers to stay after hours to join in, this one was a bit out of nowhere.
How interesting
Barrie looked at his watch, noticing the time.
Barrie:Hey, it was nice to meet you Jake. Maybe we can hang out sometime during the day, but I need to go and get some sleep for my next shift.
Jake:Actually wait.
Just as he was about to leave I stopped him
Jake:I need to ask you one more thing.
Barrie:Okay?
Barrie sat back down.
Jake:...I want to know more about Foxy.
Barrie's face grew slightly perplexed at this.
Barrie:Foxy? Why, you interested or something?
Jake:Not in the way you're thinking, I've been told that she scares off anyone who tries to stay at this job, yet here I have never even seen her outside of her day shows. I don't know why, but I might have a way to talk things out with her unlike others before me.
I gestured to her stage and Barrie.
Jake:You seem to know her, how can I get her on my good side so I don't have to worry about my job?
Barrie:Honestly, I don't really have a lot. For me it was just blatant honesty that won her trust. But I doubt she'll really listen to words, given her recent behavior. Maybe try showing her somehow?
Barrie glanced over at Foxy's stage, a golden eye jumping back behind the curtains.
Barrie:You mentioned you had yet to meet her, have you been alone at all during your shifts?
Jake:Not really, near the beginning yeah, but I've been preoccupied with the others for all my hours.
Barrie:That'll do it, she only strikes when you'd be alone, she's kinda shy like that.
Shy? Her? Tell that to all the people she's scared off.
Barrie:If you just make sure you're never alone, it's unlikely she'll try anything with you. She hates being watched, you know.
Jake:Kinda terrible for a performer.
Barrie:That's what I said, I think it's kinda like reverse stage fright. She does great when in character.
Barrie looks at his watch once more.
Barrie:Welp, if that's everything I really need to go now.
Jake:Yeah, you're good. Have a safe drive.
Barrie:You have a safe night.
And with that Barrie finally walked off, giving one last look to Foxy's stage as he did so. Just what history does he have with her? But I couldn't think about this for long, because now I had to actually come up with ideas on how to convince Foxy. So far all I have is honesty like he said, and that may be all I have to work with. My thoughts were soon interrupted however.
11:00pm
Oh shit it's 11. Better go clock in, I ain't working for free!
I put aside my fox plans as I headed to the employee room. Once inside I was greeted by a familiar face.
Bonnie:Auuuugggggghhhh.
Bonnie was currently groaning in pain as she was laying down on the couch. Clearly tired from a long day of entertaining, though something that caught my eye. Her outfit was now completely different, instead of the usual bunny one piece she wore, she was now wearing an outfit that seemed similar to DeeDee's. She now had a tight red and pink vertically striped shirt that reached down halfway her stomach and had short sleeves and two white buttons, her lower half was covered by a blue miniskirt. Her arms, legs and neck were bare from their usual accessories, but her head now sported a propeller cap in the same red and pink stripes, similar to DeeDee's except this one had a bill like a baseball cap would.
While I admit it didn't necessarily look bad on her, her groaning while face down on the couch made me think she wasn't too excited about her wardrobe change, among other possible things. I walked up to the weird device on the wall and clocked in. As I did Bonnie just kept laying on the couch, whether she was just trying to get my attention or was in genuine pain was unclear. But as soon as I finished I walked over to the couch and stood next to her laying form.
Jake:Rough day, huh?
Bonnie:Oh you have no idea Jake.
Bonnie continued laying there for a second until she suddenly lifted her head up and looked at me, as she got a look at me a smile appeared on her face as she tried to stand up.
Bonnie:Jake you-ahhhhhhhh!
Just as she tried to stand up she immediately started to slip and fall because of a pair of skates I had not noticed before, but before she could hit the floor I managed to put my arms around her and catch her from falling, and almost got pulled down myself. She was dazed for a second, until she put her hands on my shoulders and pulled herself up straight.
Jake:You good?
Bonnie:Yeah, nice reflexes.
Jake:Thanks, new outfit?
Bonnie:Oh, it's a bit of a storyyyyyyyyy.
Bonnie once again lost her footing and began to fall again, this time she shifted her weight onto me to try and hold herself up, however I wasn't enough to hold her up this time and we were both sent to the floor, and can you guess where I ended up? That's right, face in her breasts, which likely cushioned the blow to my head.
Bonnie:Sorry.
I, somewhat hesitantly, push her off of me and take a breath.
Jake:Maybe you should sit down. Before you break something else.
Bonnie got up, almost fell again, but this time managed to grab a hold of the couch. I did the same and sat down on said couch and grabbed Bonnie's arm to pull her on. As she did so she laid back finally relaxing.
Bonnie:Thank you, these skates are a nightmare.
Jake:Then why are you wearing them? Actually why are you wearing all of this?
Bonnie:Oh this? This is just the arcade mandated uniform apparently. Totally nothing un-ordinary here.
Jake:Alright, why are you wearing this 'uniform' then?
Bonnie:You remember that punishment I mentioned last night? For breaking the arcade cabinet?
Bonnie said this as she bent forward to begin untiring one of her skates.
Jake:Yeah.
Bonnie:Well, Mary decided that this time, my punishment would be working under the one animatronic that just loves to annoy me. Can you guess who that is?
Jake:No, I have no idea who.
I say this sarcastically as I flick the propeller on her head.
Bonnie:DeeDee! I had to be at the mercy of DeeDee all day!
Jake:And that included what exactly? Other than this change of 'uniform'?
Bonnie:Well first of all, I had to wear this all day. And sure it's not that bad of a look, but it doesn't work with me at all! I can't skate, my ears are sore from this hat, this shirt is too tight and this skirt is too short!
Bonnie's untying of the roller blade laces sped up with her words.
Bonnie:But you know what else? I couldn't bring my guitar, you know, the one thing I'm meant to do in the band. I just had to walk around the arcade all day, which was already impossible with these skates, but on top of that DeeDee would never leave me alone!
She now has one skate off.
Bonnie:Always poking and prodding me when I wasn't looking, catcalling me anytime my terrible skating skills had me in some compromising pose, catching me off guard with lewd moans, hell I'm pretty sure she got some of the arcade players in on it, because I've been getting pickup lines and stares more often. And I'm usually on the main stage in a bunny suit for christ's sake.
She is now pulling the laces out of the holes in the roller skate.
Bonnie:It's just been endless sexual torment all day, and I can't even try and bring a customer backstage to fuck because I'm not allowed to leave the arcade. And if I'm gonna be honest I was seriously considering just doing right there behind the prize counter or something because that's how pent up I've been all day!
Jake:Bonnie.
Bonnie:Everything throughout this day has been engineered to make me as pent up and annoyed as possible.
Jake:Bonnie
Bonnie:What?
Jake:You've untied your skates.
Looking down, Bonnie finally saw how she has not only untied both her skates, but has completely pulled out the laces of one as well.
Bonnie:Oh.
Realizing this, she simply slips off the now stringless skate and pushes it to the side.
Jake:I take it, it's been a bad day?
Bonnie:Oh you think so? What gave it away?
Jake:The part that had DeeDee in it.
Bonnie, miffed, turned somewhat sideways, laying her head on my shoulder with her arms crossed. Instinctively I kinda just started petting her. Don't ask why.
Bonnie:...What are you doing?
Jake:Comforting you?
Bonnie:Pffft. Well, if you're gonna comfort me like this, at least remove the hat so I can actually feel it.
Jake:Right, that is a valid point.
Bonnie:For once you're the one overlooking the obvious.
I grabbed the striped cap and pulled it off Bonnie's head. Her short hair a mess and her ears folded in on themselves. I then continued to 'pet' her, running my hands through her realistic hair, occasionally running over one of her ears causing it to be pressed against her head until my hand reached the edge, at that point it just sorta flopped back upwards. Bonnie absentmindedly nuzzled her head against my hand as she shifted over the couch closer to me, resting her head on my chest so I could more easily reach her.
Jake:Is this a bunny thing, an anime thing, or a stress thing?
Bonnie:I don't know, but it feels nice~.
With her confirmation I just kept going, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her closer. These movements I was doing all too familiar to me, despite how long ago I last did this. How long ago, I was with her...
Bonnie:How's your hand?
Jake:Huh?
Bonnie:Your hand.
Jake:It's no longer bleeding, so that's good. A little weird when I flex it but otherwise fine.
Bonnie:I see you changed bandages, glad you know some medical hygiene.
Jake:I figured it's a good idea, wouldn't want my hand leaking blood all over your hair now would we?
Bonnie sorta stiffens up when I say this. Clearly she's getting some visuals.
Bonnie:Yeah, thank goodness.
Jake:Although a nice blood red would look good on you, match the rest of your normal outfit.
Bonnie sat up and pushed my hand off her head, guess the thought was too much for her.
Bonnie:Oookay, let's stop that thought process. Geez Jake, you know how to ruin the mood don't you?
Jake:I'm just saying, it would be a good color.
Bonnie:Not when you use blood as the color reference!
I sat up as Bonnie walked away from the couch, I thought she was just taking a minute to compose herself as she does when I fluster her. But instead she walked over to the lockers and began to pull off her shirt, struggling from the tight grasp on her breasts.
Jake:Well, skipping straight to the point aren't we. That's forward even for you Bonnie~.
Bonnie:I'm just changing Jake, I've spent enough time in this outfit and would like to get back into my standard clothes.
She says this as she finally manages to pull her shirt off, her braless breasts now bouncing on full display.
Bonnie:Though I won't stop you if you feel like joining me~.
Before I could respond the door opened, with Chica standing in the doorway. She looked like she was gonna say something until she noticed her shirtless friend, who had no shame being caught like this. Though to be fair she was only changing.
Chica:Am I interrupting something?
Bonnie:Oh I was just telling Jake about my hellish day.
Chica:While stripping?
Bonnie:I wasn't going to wait until he left to change, besides he doesn't mind~.
She lifts her miniskirt as she says this, showing off her lack of panties underneath. Now I really wish I went to the arcade during the day, maybe I would've gotten to see more of this.
Chica:Yes well, I came to see if Jake was busy, and if you two aren't doing anything I would like for him to join me in the kitchen.
Bonnie:I can't have him for a little longer?
Chica:Come on Bonnie, you've hogged him the past two nights. Let the rest of us get a turn.
Bonnie:Fine just one more thing.
Bonnie walked over to me and pulled me into a hug. Somewhat surprised at first, I hugged back, feeling her now naked form pressing into me. But then Bonnie whispers into my ear.
Bonnie:Meet me in the Party Room at 3:00~. You won't regret it~.
Getting the message, I whisper back.
Jake:Oh I'll be there~.
Chica:Great! Come on Jake!
Chica grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the door. Detaching me from my purple friend as she waved goodbye, giving me fuck eyes all the way out the door.
11:20pm
Chica:I'm so excited to finally have some time with you!
Jake:I assume we aren't counting the first night?
Chica:That was just an introductory taste, now you get the full course Chica experience!
Jake:How fitting for us to be heading for the kitchen then.
Chica:Exactly!
As I was somewhat pulled through the Dining room by the excited chicken, I myself was growing somewhat excited, thinking about what kinds of things we would be making in the kitchen, that and the fact her large bouncing breasts refused to stay still despite her shirt...bib...thing desperately trying to hold them in place.
Chica:And here we are! My cooking abode!
The kitchen was pretty big. Sporting multiple stacked ovens, large fridges, racks and counters holding cooking utensils and empty pizza boxes, a large island in the middle with hanging pots, pans, ladles and spatulas, a large sink and dishwasher with clean dishes nearby, cabinets that presumably contained more dishes and ingredients, a door to presumably a walk-in freezer, and a large trash can. The wallpaper and tiles were basic compared to the colorful carpets and patterns in the customer areas, but they had their own decorations in the form of recipes, sticky notes, menus, and food advertisements. In the corner sat a large green machine I did not recognize as any known machine.
Chica:*Sniffff* Ahhhh. Can't you smell the lingering food in the air? Makes me think of all the customers we got today.
Jake:That and all the food that was made.
Chica:Yeah, so much delicious pizza. Speaking of which, that's what we're going to be making tonight!
Jake:How unexpected.
Chica:Keep up the sarcasm and you won't get a slice mister.
Jake:Fine, deny me my art. So, where do we start?
Chica:Preparation of course! Now you wash your hands and- wait when did you get hurt?
Jake:Arcade glass. And yes I'm fine.
Chica:Good, now wash your hands and get some new bandages and an apron from the closet! I'll get the ingredients.
Jake:Gotcha.
Following orders, I unwrapped my hand bandages and tossed it into the trash. I applied soap and washed my hands in the nearby sink, stinging my wound a bit but ignoring the sensation. Meanwhile I could hear cabinets opening, pots and pans clanging and ingredients hitting the counter behind me as Chica prepared the kitchen. As I finished up and dried my hands off I turned around to the counters now crowded with ingredients and Chica now wearing the same Fuck the Cook apron she wore the first night, her shorts socks and bib now discarded on a different counter as she tied the back of her apron. Damn these girls can change quickly.
Jake:Okay, all clean.
Chica:Good now grab your apron and bandages, and throw my clothes in there will ya.
She points towards a closet with kitchen clothing and medical supplies inside. I walked over to the counter and grabbed her shorts and bib off it and started folding them up to place on a shelf at the top of the closet, though as I did, I noticed her pink panties still inside her orange shorts. Turning around to look at Chica, sure enough her exposed sides showed no panties or bra.
Jake:Uh Chica. Are you forgetting something?
Chica:What?
Jake:Oh I don't know, maybe anything to go under your apron?
Chica:Oh no, I cook better this way. Besides I thought you didn't mind~?
She mimics both the pose and tone Bonnie did earlier when she said the same thing.
Jake:Just figured I'd ask.
Chica:I appreciate your consideration.
Accepting what my near future will be like I put her clothes away and grabbed some bandages from the closet, rewrapping my hand. The running water is the background telling me Chica was washing her hands. After being satisfied with my hand covering I don one of the aprons and close the closet. Turning around to Chica she finished drying her hands and was now organizing all her ingredients and Kitchener one-handed, as her other hand was holding something else. A small doll.
Jake:Who's that you got there?
Chica:This little cutie is my cupcake assistant Carla!
She holds up the small doll. It looked like one of the plushies at the prize counter just a little bigger, though it shared the same feminine human figure they all had.
Jake:Is she another animetronic or?
Chica:Not exactly, but she sure acts like one!
She petted the toy lovingly until she looked at me.
Chica:You didn't tie your apron in the back.
Jake:Oh I had trouble reaching it. It's no big deal, I'm already covered enough.
Chica:No no, I'll get it for you. Here hold Carla while I tie it.
She walks up to me and hands me her doll as she walks behind me. She is so close as she ties my apron she presses her large breasts into my back. Trying to distract myself from this feeling I looked more closely at the doll I held in my hands.
Looking closely it did kinda look like a cupcake. It was a golden brown skinned doll that had golden eyes, pink hair with sprinkles that looked like frosting with a blue and white striped candle on top, a brown skirt that looked like a cupcake wrapper, and a small buck-toothed smile. How cute.
Chica:There, all done.
Chica finished tying my apron and backed off of me, returning to the other side of the island she grabbed Carla from my hands and set her down on the table sitting upright.
Jake:So, we good to start?
Chica:Yup, now all you need is instructions. And that's where Carla comes in.
Jake:Huh?
To explain, Chica pulled a string on the back of Carla and let it go. Then Carla sat up and stood on her feet, now suddenly animated.
Carla:Hello, and welcome to the kitchen! I'm Carla and I'll be your guide to making today's recipe!
Chica:Hi Carla.
Carla:Chica, good to see you again! Pizza tonight I assume?
Chica:Yup, and we have a new helper tonight.
The cupcake girl turned around and looked at me, somewhat struggling to keep her body balanced with how small it was compared to her head, her eyes blinking at me.
Carla:Oh, and who is this new fellow? A new chef for the kitchen that needs training?
Chica:Nope, he's the night guard, Jake. But he'll be needing your help tonight.
Carla:Wonderful! It's great to see you taking interest in the kitchen tonight!
Jake:This was more of an unexpected event, but I'm glad to be here.
Carla:So am I! Now are you ready to start cooking?
Jake:Ready as I'll ever be.
Carla:Great! To start, grab a measuring cup and measure one cup(125g) of flour and pour into your bowl.
I follow the instructions of the small cupcake and grab the measuring cup Chica had out for me. Taking the nearby flour I pour into the cup until it reaches near the one cup line and pour it into my empty bowl. Chica the expert was already adding the next ingredients to her bowl, not needing Carla's guide like I did.
Carla:Now take your teaspoon, and measure out 2 ½ teaspoons of yeast.
I grabbed the measuring device from the counter. Locating the yeast I scoop out some three times to make the appropriate amount.
Carla:Now add 1 ½ teaspoons of sugar, and ¾ teaspoons of salt!
Jake:Uhhhh.
Carla, seeing my confusion, walked over to the ingredients and pointed to one of the containers.
Carla:That one's the salt.
Jake:Thank you.
As I added them to the bowl Chica looked up at me with a thumbs up as she poured water into her bowl.
Chica:You're doing great!
Carla:Next, if desired, add a pinch of garlic powder and dried basil to the mixture for flavor!
Carla pushed the two ingredients next to my bowl, I pinched both of them and threw them into the mixture.
Carla:Next, add 2 tablespoons of olive oil and ¾ cups of water. You will need the spoon to mix afterwards.
Chica:Here, I'll get the water for you.
Jake:Thanks.
Chcia stopped mixing her bowl as she took my measuring cup and turned around to the sink behind her. Meanwhile I grabbed the olive oil and a tablespoon and carefully measured out one tablespoon. As I was about to measure the second, the sound of running water made we look up to see Chicas backside, she had to bend over slightly to use the sink giving me a nice view. This wouldn't last long, since I looked up as I was trying to pour the olive oil.
Carla:Hey! Your spilling oil here!
I awoke from my daze and noticed what I was doing and returned the olive oil upright. I had my tablespoon and then some as a small puddle was created on the counter. Luckily Carla had pushed a bowl under me to catch most of it and reduce the mess.
Jake:Woops.
Carla:Be slow when pouring, as it could come out a lot faster than you think.
Though as she said this the way she was looking at me told me she knew the real reason I made a mess. Damn, saved by a stuffed cupcake.
Chica:Beginners mistake Jake.
Chica returns with my water, which I add into my bowl with the oil and began stirring. Chcia resumed her own stirring, her dough already sticking to itself.
Carla:While stirring add another cup of flour to the mixture.
As I stirred with one hand I poured the flour into my measuring cup with one hand, resulting in a slight mismeasurement, though nowhere near as bad as the oil.
Carla:Keep stirring until the dough starts to form into a cohesive elastic ball. Even when sticky you should still be able to stir with your hands.
And so I stirred, and stirred, and stirred, and stirred. Soon when I felt the dough get stickier, I was interrupted by Chica.
Chica:Done.
Jake:You're done?
Chica:Well it needs time to rise, but I'll wait until you're done.
Feeling the dough getting stickier I stopped stirring and looked to Carla for the next step.
Carla:Next grab a second bowl and drizzle vegetable oil along the sides and use a pastry brush to cover the entire surface in oil.
She indicates to the bowl she caught the spilled olive oil in, which Chica was already brushing for me. Dang they're both good at this.
Carla:Lightly dust your hands in flour and transfer the dough into the oil bowl, transform the dough into a ball and roll along the bowl to cover the dough in oil.
Chica:Here you go!
Chica held out the flour towards me, leaning over the counter as she does so. I bring up my hands and she pours a bit onto them, and onto herself in the process.
Chica:Dangit.
I cover my hands in flour and transfer the dough as told. Rolling it up into a ball I start rolling it around the bowl, taking up all the oil onto the dough. As I start to run out of oil I turn to Carla to receive further instructions, but she seemed distracted by something.
Jake:Carla what are-?
Just as I was about to say anything else I looked at where she was looking, and immediately understood.
Chica was trying to dust the excess flour off her hands and chest with the bottom of her apron, which exposed her hips and pussy to the both of us, not to mention just the sight of her cleaning off her chest caused her breasts to squish and shift a bit even earning the occasional nipple flash. Talk about chicken breasts.
????????:How original.
Fine, how about, the breastest sight in the room?
????????:Much better.
After absorbing the sight for a few seconds with Chica seemingly unaware that she had taken the kitchen's attention, I snapped out of it and nudged Carla out of her own trance. She looked at me confused until she saw I was done.
Carla:Oh right, uhhhh. Once completely coated, leave the dough in the bowl and cover tightly with plastic wrap, and leave the dough out in a warm place for 30 minutes.
Chica finished cleaning herself off and returned her apron to normal.
Chica:There we go, we're at plastic wrap right?
Jake:Yeah. She says a warm place, so the oven?
Carla:Nope! A warm kitchen will do just fine! And fazbear entertain is known for its perfect-
Jake:72 degrees, yes I know.
We covered both our doughs in plastic wrap and set them off to the side on a different counter.
Carla:Now all we need to do is wait.
Jake:I can set a timer on my-
Carla:No need.
Carla's head suddenly rises up slightly and turns around 180 degrees, which shocked me at first. Until a small ticking noise started playing.
Jake:You're a timer too?
Carla:Yup! Didn't you see my neck?
Looker even closer at Carla on the base of her head and the top of her body had small markings and numbers like a kitchen timer would.
Jake:Well aren't you a nifty little plush?
Carla:Hehehe, why thank you!
Chica:Well now we got half an hour to kill, but first we should clean all this up.
Jake:Okay, uhhhh. I have no idea where any of this goes.
Chica:Don't worry then, I'll put them away. You handle the dishes and counter then.
Jake:Got it.
Me and Chica went off to clean up, Chica closing and putting away all the ingredient containers. While I threw the dishes in the sink.
Jake:So why pizza?
Chica:Why pizza? Why not pizza?
Jake:I'm just saying, we had pizza the last two nights. Don't y'all have any other food?
Chica:Well yeah technically, but we're not allowed to make a lot during the nights. Can't be wasting all the ingredients on the animetronics you know.
Jake:Yeah, that does make sense. So what's the limit?
Chica:Something like, one pizza a night, maybe a cake every week. I probably won't be allowed to make anything tomorrow because of the two we're making now.
Jake:Damn, sorry.
Chica:Oh it's fine, we'll probably be saving most of what we're making. Besides, it's not like we need to eat or anything. It's just a nice feeling if anything.
Carla:I don't even have a mouth! I just have a voice box under this fluff.
Jake:And a bunch of other things apparently.
Carla:Yup, I can move, talk and think like all the other girls, and I'm outfitted with plenty of kitchen knowhow! I'm practically a mini Chica!
Chica:All done, Jake, how are you doing?
Jake:I'm almost done with the counter. The oil is being a bit stubborn.
I kept wiping down the counter trying to clean up the oil I spilt. Meanwhile Chica was looking through the fridge, likely for toppings to add later.
Jake:There we go. All clean now.
Chica:Hmmm, hold down the kitchen for me will ya?
Jake:What for?
Chica:I'm gonna see what everyone wants as toppings, since we're doing two pizzas might as well ask. When the timer is close, preheat the ovens.
Jake:You got it.
With those parting words Chica left the kitchen to complete her survey, giving me one final look at her ass as she left. Sure it was nowhere near as impressive as the rabbits or DeeDee, but booty is still booty.
Carla:Ahem, it is important to be aware of your surroundings while cooking.
I turned to the Cupcake, who was facing me with her arms crossed. Facing her head anyways, her body was still turned like 120 degrees.
Jake:Hey, it's not my fault she insists on dressing like that. And you can't tell me she wasn't doing all that on purpose.
Carla:She would never distract a cook in the kitchen on purpose...again. She's just oblivious sometimes.
Jake:That's a bad combo with her size and clothing. Also thanks for not ratting me out.
Carla:One distracted cook is bad enough, planting those kinds of thoughts would only ask for trouble.
Jake:Don't lie, you just wanted to see how far she would go.
Carla:...Maybe. It is interesting to see sometimes, and a little funny.
Jake:Uh huh. Wait, so just how animetronic-like are you?
Carla:I can move, think and speak like all others, as I said. I have four senses, an extended cooking database, a built-in timer...
Jake:Yeah I get all that, but are you as...
Carla:As what as what?
Jake:...horny as the other girls?
Carla:Oh don't be ridiculous, I'm a plushie! There's no need for me to be horny if I can't do anything with it.
Jake:I don't know, I've seen a few doll-like creatures made even more realistic than you.
Carla:Really, maybe I have yet to see my own true potential? Jake, would you mind...
Jake:I'm not sticking my dick in you, if you don't feel horny then it wouldn't work and I'd probably just break something.
Carla:...I was going to say, tell me more about the dolls you met.
Jake:Oh...well I let the intrusive thoughts win that time.
Carla:Yeah, that tends to happen to everyone here every now and then. Now tell me about these dolls, what were they like, what could they do?
Jake:Uhhhh, about as much as you I guess. They moved and could think and feel. They didn't speak much, but they could. They were plush sized like you, but their feminine features were more anatomically accurate. They were kinda weird, kept away from them mostly.
Carla:That's it? They were just fuckable dolls? Nothing special?
Jake:Nope.
Carla:That means my suspicions are wrong then, he couldn't have made them then.
Jake:Who?
Carla:The man who created me! You see, before I could think I was just a cute plushie that came with Chica. But then a brilliant man arrived and made me alive!
Jake:Really now, was it some sort of upgrade Fazbear does?
Carla:Oh no, I'm the first of my kind! He made me because he just liked making useful and cool inventions for restaurants! He's made some of the cool things around this pizzeria, some even got commissioned for other locations I hear!
Jake:Really, like what?
Carla:Well there's me of Course! The spinning wall decor, Bonnie's new guitar, the repair cylinder in the basement...
There's a basement???
Carla:...Made the old animetronics usable again, managed to convince Foxy to get some repairs, the pizza recycler...
Jake:Wait wait wait, hold on a second. Pizza recycler?
Carla:Yeah! That green machine in the corner, just place some uneaten pizza slices and it merges them into a single pizza in an exact and sanitary fashion!
.....
Carla:Okay that one wasn't a winner. But none of that compares to his greatest addition yet! Or what was his, greatest...
Carla's excited tone and movements stopped as she seemed lost in thought.
Jake:What, what's wrong?
Carla:Nothing, just...I probably shouldn't talk about it. It's not my place to say.
Jake:What do you-
Chica:I'm back!
Interrupting our conversation, Chica returns to the kitchen. Being reminded of what I was here for, I glance between the dough and Carla, still about 5 minutes left.
Carla:Good! So what toppings will we be using tonight!
Carla recovered quickly. Guess that's yet another mystery I have to put yet another pin into.
????????:Hahahahahahahaha
Shut up, as if you're learning anything more than I am.
Chica:Pepperoni for Freddi and I, meat-lovers for Foxy, Pretzel and marshmallow for Bonnie and DeeDee, cheese for the golden lovebirds, and-
She pointed at me, waiting for my own answer.
Jake:I'll just go with meat-lovers as well.
Chica:Good, then you can grab your meats from the fridge.
Jake:On it.
I walked over to the fridge, looking at a large assortment of labeled containers and bags holding ingredients. I grabbed the cheese, sauce, pepperoni, sausage, and bacon. Taking my tower of ingredients to the counter, Chica returned with the aforementioned marshmallows and pretzels.
Jake:Oh so you'll judge me for pineapple on pizza, but you'll put up with this?
Chica:Sometimes as a chef you have to make sacrifices to keep people fed. No matter how weird the requests.
Jake:How noble, at least those two have better tastes than cotton candy on pizza.
Chica:OKAY WHAT??? That stuff disintegrates when wet or moist, at that point you'd just have melted sugar, at least the marshmallows last to change the texture a bit!
Jake:Oh yeah, that confused me as well. I don't think they understood food at all.
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A medium ringing noise suddenly rang out of Carla, her head bobbing up and down as she did so. Until Chica pressed down on her to stop it, the little cupcake plush dizzy from her own features. The dough was done.
Carla:Now that we-woooooo-have let the dough risen we can make it crustyyyyyy.
Jake:You good Carla?
Chica:She'll be fine, I already know the next steps anyway.
Chica said as she was already sprinkling flour on the countertops.
Chica:Go preheat the oven to 425 degrees F.
Jake:On it.
I walked over to two of the ovens and started the preheating process. Meanwhile Chica was adding flour to my side of the counter. Carla who was still dizzy was struggling to stand still and was walking in circles. I grabbed one of her hands to stop her and let her sit and recover.
Chica:Hand me my dough?
Jake:I'll trade you for the flour.
We initiated the trade, Chica received her dough and began to knead it, and I got flour to cover my hands before I reached for my own dough. As I tried to mimic Chica's hand movements Carla had finally recovered.
Carla:Briefly knead your dough until smooth, and then use either your hands or a rolling pin to flatten and spread into a 12 inch diameter pizza. Once you reach the desired size pinch and fold the edges to make your crust.
I grabbed a rolling pin from the overhead rack and started to roll out my dough, meanwhile Chica was confident enough in her craft to do it by hand. Despite my use of a tool she was a lot faster at it than I was, working the dough into a large circle as she hummed one of their many cheesy songs that may literally be about cheesy pizza.
Chica:Have you ever made pizza before? Because you're doing a good job!
Jake:No I haven't, I just catch on quickly. I'm more of a fast food/simple home meals kind of guy, so this is a bit new to me. But hey, it's nice to hear from an expert that I'm not that bad.
Chica:And it's nice to cook with someone again!
Jake:Do you not cook during the daytime?
Chica:Mostly no, I'm not allowed in the kitchen most of the time because I'm 'too distracting' which is ridiculous because I've seen DeeDee go into the kitchen before and she's way more of an attention grabber than I am.
That's...I genuinely can't decide whether an apron only Chica or a typical DeeDee is more distracting. I feel like it would be a tie.
Chica:They let me cook some of the special cakes and pizzas, for celebrations and other special events. Birthdays, graduations, bachelor parties, orgies you name it!
Jake:Man you girls cover a lot.
Chica:Mmmhmmm, if you ever need someplace to celebrate an orgy with your friends, you know where to go~.
Jake:Most of my friends would never set foot near this place.
Chica:Most huh, who are the outliers?
Jake:I'm gonna keep that confidential for now. This look good?
Chica looked up at my crust
Chica:Yeah, that should be big enough. Now all we need to do is add the sauce, cheese and toppings!
Carla:Spread a layer of sauce over the pizza using a spoon or brush and then sprinkle any desired cheese or toppings generously!
Chica:Carla hun I already said that.
Carla:Just doing my job.
As me and Chica started talking again we moved our pizza dough to a pair of trays and started to spread sauce and cheese on our pizzas.
Jake:So tell me, how do you cook marshmallows and pretzels on a pizza?
Chica:You don't, you add them afterwards. Most candy toppings just melt.
Jake:...How many toppings do yall have?
Chica:Lets see, there's pepperoni, ham, bacon, sausage, broccoli, peppers, pineapple, macaroni, olives, anchovies, arugula...
Chica kept on listing toppings as I sprinkled cheese, Carla meanwhile was messing with the bag of marshmallows Chica got out.
Chica:...marshmallows, pretzels, chocolate, crackers, whipped cream, mustard, gummies-
Jake:And how many of those toppings are ever sold?
Chica:Surprisingly enough, pretty often. Enough to warrant restocking. Though most of our clients are practically guaranteed to return so our menu kinda shifted around over the years to match their tastes.
Jake:Makes sense.
Chica pushed over all the meat toppings, which I generously applied to one half of my pizza. Leaving the other half empty for the marshmallows and pretzels. Meanwhile Chica kept her pizza half cheese and had already added pepperoni to the other half.
Carla:Ahhh, these mallows are so soft~. I can't think of anything softer.
Jake:You should try a pillow or a beanbag.
Carla:But those don't work with my small form.
Jake:Annnnd, done with my toppings.
Chica:Great, now we cook!
Me and Chica move our pizza pans to the ovens, opening them up and placing them inside, while I put away all the cold ingredients.
Chica:Carla do you mind?
Carla:Of course!
Carla sat up from her bed of mallow to turn her head 90 degrees, setting us a 15 minute timer.
Jake:Okay, now that that's all put away, I'm gonna wash my hands.
Chica:And I'll clean up the counters.
I stood at the sink washing my hands while Chica wiped down our cooking area. Carla quietly ticked away as me and Chica cleaned up. I finished washing my hands and dried them off. Of course doing so as well as cooking ruined my bandages and required some new ones. I should've worn gloves damnit.
Jake:I'm gonna need some-
I turned around to walk to the cabinet and get more bandages, only for Chica to be standing right behind me already holding some. I almost ran right into her as a result.
Jake:fucking hell, how are you girls so silent sometime?
Chica:Must be the lack of shows, give me your hand.
I handed over my hand(hehe) allowing her to apply new bandages onto my hand.
Chica:There you go, all patched up again.
Jake:Yeah thanks Chica.
Chica:Thank you too Jake.
Chica pulled me into a hug, wrapping her arms around me and pressing her busty form into me.
Chica:Thank you for cooking with me, it's been a while since I've gotten to do this with anyone.
Jake:N-no problem Chica, it's fine.
Chica:You know when you get a hug you're supposed to hug back right?
Jake:Oh yeah, right.
I hugged back at Chica, this had the effect of further pressing her breasts against me. Eventually she let me go.
Chica:Have you not been hugged in a while or something?
Jake:Not really, Bonnie hugged me yesterday. This one was just unexpected.
Chica:Hmmm, then is it that you're scared I might notice your boner~?
Damn, busted.
Jake:When did you notice?
Chica:When I was applying your bandages, you kept glancing at my chest.
Jake:Well, to be fair your attire isn't exactly helping. And you're wearing a pretty revealing apron and nothing else.
Chica:Jake if you're trying to say I'm attractive, just say it~.
Jake:Fine, you're very attractive. You have large breasts and your revealing apron is very sexy.
Chica:Thank you for being honest. You know, I should probably reward you for your honesty~.
She says this as she starts fiddling with her apron straps, staring at my crotch.
Jake:Really, and what would that reward include?
Chica:How about you just pull your pants down and find out~?
(Author's warning, sexy times up ahead. Don't know why you'd skip it since this is that kind of story but just a heads up)
Taking the sign, I went ahead and undid my pants pulling them and my boxers down to my legs as my boner was freed from its prison. Chica's gaze intensified as her face turned red at the sight.
Chica:Oooooohhhhh, you got that big thing just from looking at me~? I can't wait for what happens when you see more~.
Jake:Well normally I generously apply cream to the surface and let it sit until licked clean.
Chica:Snrk, that was terrible Jake. But I like your thinking~.
She steps closer and grabs my boner and starts to slowly rub it as she looks up at me.
Jake:Really? Because I figured you would be against adding cream to chicken breasts.
Chica:Maybe.
Chica got down on her knees as she quickened her hands on my cock, stroking the entire length as she gave it a testing lick.
Chica:But this cream is just too good to resist~.
Jake:Then why don't you show me how much you want it~?
Taking the challenge Chica moved closer and began licking my shaft more, covering all sides with her saliva, the sounds of her slurping filling the room.. After a minute she stopped licking and began to spin her tongue around the head of my cock.
Jake:Well aren't you being thorough, guess you cleanliness very seriousl- oh fuck!
Chica caught me off guard by suddenly deep throating my dick all the way to its base, before rising up again just to go back down.
Jake:Damn Chica, not even a warning?
She took my dick out of her mouth with a pop as she kept jacking it off with one hand.
Chica:I've got to finish you off before the pizza is done, we wouldn't want it to burn now would we?
Jake:No.
Chica:Exactly, so we better wrap this up quickly~.
She let go of my cock and backed off slightly, as she put her arms behind her back undoing her apron before she took it off completely, revealing every inch of her enormous breasts. This sight caused my dick to twitch as I couldn't help but drool slightly at the sight.
Chica:Heehee, you like them~?
Jake:You'd have to be a fool to not.
Chica:Well you're about to like them even more~.
Chica put her hands on her breasts and pulled them apart before closing them back on to my cock, trapping it between their cushiony embrace. She then used her hands to rub her breasts all over my cock, their soft and malleable form stimulating every inch of my length.
Chica:Feels good doesn't it.
Jake:God, they feel softer than any pillows I've ever had~.
Chica:You're so sweet, you remind me of one of our regulars who talks to me a lot.
Jake:Really now? Do you give him the same treatment I'm getting?
Chica:I used to, when we were still a brothel. But we had to stop that one day, yet he still visits anyway. Don't tell anyone, but sometimes during the day I take him to the bathroom for some fun~.
Jake:Your secret is safe with me~. Ah fuck.
Chica:You're getting close huh~? Then we better wrap this up~.
She sped up her tit fucking as I got close. Her face went from her somewhat shy expression to that of lewd excitement.
Jake:Chica I'm about to-
Chica:Go ahead Jake, cover me in your cream~.
Reaching my limit, I blew my load right at Chica, who released me from her breasts to let my cum coat her breasts, some of it landing on her face. Her eyes closed out of instinct.
Jake:Woah, sorry Chica.
Chica's response was simply wiping some of it off her face and licking the cum off her fingers.
Chica:Mmmm, a bit salty but not too bad. Though I know something much better~.
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Chica:And there's the pizza!
Chica stood up and moved to turn off the ovens as Carla rang through the kitch- oh wait Carla.
I quickly moved to turn her off, the small cupcake once again dizzy from her own features.
Jake:Carla you good, again?
Carla:Wooooahhh, your uh pants Jakeeeeee.
Jake:Right, I'll clean up and get dressed.
Oh damn, I just realized Carla was there the whole time.
????????:Congratulations you've flashed a cupcake.
I quickly grabbed some paper towels to clean my crotch up and pulled up my pants. Turning to Chica she was currently finishing up her pizza as she cut it into slices. She's still naked and covered in cum through which was the weird part.
Chica:Here Jake, add these marshmallows to your pizza.
Jake:Okay, uh do you want these?
I offered her the paper towels.
Chica:Ah thanks!
Chica wiped her breasts and face off, cleaning off my cum. Meanwhile I started adding marshmallows to the pretzel covered side of my pizza, trying not to get distracted by Chica again.
Jake:All done.
Chica:And now to cut it.
She leaned over the counter to cut my pizza, giving me a closer look at her naked form.
Jake:You're doing this on purpose aren't you?
Chica:Hehe, yeah. Sometimes it's funny to see others' reactions to me.
Jake:Not as innocent as you seem.
Carla:Ahem, the pizza?
Chica:Right, it's time for the final step. The taste-testing!
Chica grabbed a slice of pepperoni from her pizza while I reached over for a meat-lovers. We both took a bite of our slices, the cheesy meaty goodness of my slice was absolutely delicious, much better than the pizza I ate the other day.
Jake:Damn this is delicious.
Chica:Thank you, I'm sure yours will be just as good. But unfortunately I won't have time to try it.
Chica said this as she gathered a waiting tray with multiple plates as she loaded a few slices.
Chica:I'm gonna take these to Foxy and Freddi. You take yours to the others.
Jake:Alright, but you sure you don't wanna-
Chica:No time Jake, there's people to feed! Come on Carla!
Chica picked up the cupcake and placed her on the waiting tray as some sort of centerpiece, who herself seemed a bit confused as she just waved goodbye to me as Chica walked out of the kitchen, still naked. I'm sure it won't be that much of a problem. Probably nothing new to the others.
Jake:Guess I'm on delivery duty now.
I say this as I prepared my own waiting tray, dividing my half cheese, half marshmallow/pretzel pizza onto four different plates, and added a fifth plate with my own meat-lovers slices and walked out the kitchen. Taking another bite as I did.