The world of Mobius was one that frequently faced strife, usually at the hands of a certain zealous evil genius. His forces would be beaten back often, thankfully, though there’d be some that’d use the periods of peace to their advantage. While some tried to relax after everything that’d gone down, another company would utilize much of the odd tech left over to try and set up a  business. It started off small, and was presented as a simple pizza business, so hardly anyone paid it or its animatronics any mind. However, as more and more battles were had, the business grew, and so did their machines. This would hardly be a source of interest for the heroes that’d struck down the machines, except for one fox boy one day.
	This was a short fox with orange fur and a white underbelly with tufts of spiky cheek fluff, a trio of strands on top of his head resembling a hair style, and big blue eyes. Most notable about him, however, was him bearing not one, but two tails. This was none other than Miles “Tails” Prower, the young sidekick of the land’s most famous hero, and renowned for his genius. He developed many fancy pieces of tech, all by himself! However, working with that hero, he felt the need to keep an eye on the powerful artifacts, emeralds full of chaos energy, the villain had stolen. Which brings him here…
	After his friend used the Chaos Emeralds to defeat the foe, they’d been scattered. Upon investigating the area, Tails got a photograph of someone obtaining the green Chaos Emerald. It took a bit of cross referencing, but the fox was eventually able to conclude that the person that’d obtained it worked with this pizza business, a developing brand known as Freddy Fazbear’s. In his investigations, he was able to learn that, while this company used animatronics to appeal to families, there’s some very odd rumors going around about the machines doing weird things at night. The idea that someone would use something like a Chaos Emerald for simple restaurant entertainment seemed laughable, but Tails couldn’t entirely dismiss the possibility, considering there were apparent rumors of these guys using discarded tech from their fights in the past.
	The fox didn’t have a whole lot of conclusive evidence to go on, so he had to approach the location to investigate personally, though he was already sure a simple sweep through it during the morning wouldn’t give him the results he needed. So, as the hour of the night shift neared, he’d make his way through the streets, before finding a beige building with a great big sign on top of it reading “Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza”, it displaying an image of some very cartoony animals. At the forefront was a bear with orange-brown fur with a blue lightning bolt over his chest, and a top hat and bowtie that contrasted against the neon makeup on his face. Beside him was a wolf lady with attitude and a red shirt, gray fur, and a wild mane with a singular green hair. And on the bear’s other side was some peppy chicken lady with a pink shirt and white feathers and a great big pink bowtie. Tails hadn’t taken too much time to look into the individual animatronics during his research, figuring that knowing whatever names and stories this location came up for them wouldn’t matter much for his search.
	He began to steel himself, before entering. Inside, he became quickly aware of the shouting of some really loud guitars. Through the doors he’d gone through, he was in some hallway with crayon drawings hung up on the half purple, half chessboard walls. Further through the hall, he could start to see a giant dining area with a bunch of tables set up that bore several mobians upon them. Curious, he’d approach before leaning in to observe what the source of the noise was. And upon looking in, he was… shocked.
	There on a stage far off stood that chicken and that wolf he saw on the sign overhead, the former playing a guitar and the latter on bass. However, they had… assets… The chicken bore bright pink lips on the end of her beak, and the neon pink shirt she bore looked like it was stretching to its limit thanks to a massive chest. And looking down below her waistline, the pink shorts she wore looked like they were shoved deep into her, a pair of massive hips looking like they’d split those things in two were they not specially crafted for her body. The wolf, meanwhile… woof. She appeared to wear green lipstick and heavy purple eyeshadow, boasting an hourglass figure, complemented well by her stretched out shirt, bare midriff, and short shorts that barely covered up her hips. And that was all without noting how these two, playing their 90s-styled song, were easily at least twice Tails’s height…
	“Enjoying yourself, shorty?” a teasing voice suddenly asked beside Tails. The genius gasped and stumbled to the side, pivoting around to see the source. There in front of him stood a very familiar foe to the fox. She was a swallow woman with dark purple feathers and long, well-tended lashes, as well as a bandana and big goggles. She also bore a pair of hips, a single cheek wider than the fox’s lap, and a massive chest with a single breast able to cover up most of his face. The only thing different about her was that, instead of her white pants and tank top with purple flame designs on it, she wore some tight black jeans and a similarly tight blue uniform shirt with a nametag on one side.
	“W-Wave?!” Tails gasped. “Wh-what the heck are you…?” The fox usually had a bit of trouble talking around her. She had a very strong… personality… usually making him feel even smaller in her presence than he usually did. Seeing him trying to avert his gaze from her while nervously stroking an arm, Wave couldn’t help but chuckle a little.
	“Relax, I’m just teasing,” she’d say. “I saw the application, I know that you’re here for a job.” Tails still felt uncertain and nervously stroked the back of his head. “Gotta say, I’m surprised when I saw your name come in. Surely your mind would be better off elsewhere, right?”
	“I-I could ask the same thing of you…” The fox didn’t like admitting her intelligence, she typically clung to whatever opening he provided and exploited it. 
	“Well, I just had to get close to these machines,” she’d say with a shrug. “A bunch of people have posted about the remarkable AI on these things. These guys apparently play real instruments and engage with the kids in the restaurant’s attractions.”
	“Really?”
	“Yeah. These guys are supposedly state of the art, but no one knows what all is going on in those guys’ head. So I figured that I’d check them out.” The fox looked past the frame and on that chicken and wolf yet again.
	“Hey, I thought I saw a bear on that sign up there. Where are they?”
	“Out of commission,” she answered. “I’ve actually been asked to fix him up. Somehow he was found with his lap busted and his legs popped out of their sockets.”
	“Eesh…” Tails groaned at the description. “Who’d do something like that?”
	“No clue,” Wave shrugged. “Anyways, looks like your shift is getting closer, mind if I give you a little tour before you start?”
	“Oh, sure.” At that, the swallow would extend a hand towards him, prompting the younger inventor to take it. And then, Wave would begin to walk, making sure that the fox was behind her, and making sure to give very detailed sways of her hips. Miles couldn’t help but blush and kept trying to glance away as the swallow led him. The two would start by entering that room with the two animatronics performing.
	“This is the main hall, where our patrons sit down to order. It’s also where the animatronics are scheduled to host their little performances,” Wave explained. Tails listened along, though found his mind drawn to those two on stage again. The duo had a heck of a form, not only being bigger than the women Tails had encountered, but bearing… incredible assets… He hadn’t even realized Wave stopped for a moment and bumped into her rump. “Hey now, shorty,” Wave chuckled as the fox stumbled away from that rear. “Don’t go getting too distracted~” Tails blushed as his eyes returned to that rear he bumped into, and glanced down once more, blushing deeply. Wave couldn’t help but chuckle and led him to the hall stage right of here.
	That led the two to a room with a cutout of that white-feathered chicken positioned in front of it, her posed with one arm raised enthusiastically skyward while standing on one foot. And behind her was what Tails figured was a massive play place. There was a large series of tubes of neon colors overhead as well as slides leading into ball pits while various tables were set out for the parents to lounge while their kids went wild.
	“This is the facility’s official exercise spot, Chica’s Course,” Wave explained. “’After you fill up on pizza, you can work it all off without even leaving the building,’ or so corporate says. Sometimes you get people hanging around here after hours, often hiding in the tubes up there. It’s a real pain to get those brats out, I’ll give you two guesses why.” For emphasis, she’d reach a hand back to rub at her backside, Tails once more failing to keep his eyes off of there.
	“Y-yeah, looks like it could be a real bother…” the now red-faced fox remarked. And then, he’d feel her start to lead him further in. They traveled along the wall the hallway they went through led out of, and got to another one leading to a room in the northern part of the building. After passing a Freddy cutout, he’d find himself looking upon… a bowling alley? Yeah, it was certainly smaller than your usual one, but he could see five lanes set up for bowling pins to be set up. He could also see a part past the bowling area a curtain with “under construction” written on it.
	“This is the Freddy Fazletics,” Wave explained. “’We still have a lot of room to grow over here, but while you wait for our mini-golf course and FazBasketball with the Fazbear, please enjoy our bowling alley.”
	“They’re really planning to add that stuff?” Tails asked. “How can they even afford this stuff?”
	“Apparently friendly animal mascots pay big bills,” the swallow reasoned. “And yeah, it is all a bit much, but long as we get paid, who cares? Anyways, a lot of the tech over here gets blacked out at night, so people don’t usually hang out over here.” With that, Wave took up Tails and traveled to a hallway on the opposite side of the present chamber. This would lead him past a Roxxane cutout. Inside was a more rugged-looking room where there stood a bunch of bridges leading over… a racetrack? Indeed, there was a small track beneath their feet where a bunch of go-karts sat at one end of it. Other than that, there were various tables set around near said bridges.
	“And here is the Roxanne Raceway,” Wave explained. “’Now’s your chance to roll with the best. Sign your waivers, and try to beat Roxy’s score’. Like the last room, this one’s not exactly functional overnight, but sometimes you get guys hiding in the road that need to be cleared out quickly.”
	“This thing’s really all over the place…” Tails muttered as he looked over the track. Wave nodded before leading the fox out once again, bringing him towards a hallway that led back into the main mess hall, and passing by a door marked “employee’s only”, where, through its windows, the fox could see a bunch of guys cooking the restaurant’s food.
	“The chefs are in the middle of cleaning, so you’re going to have to wait to look into that part of the restaurant,” Wave would say. Tails supposed that made sense and followed her. She’d bring him to the halls near the entrance, where she’d bring him close to a door marked “Security”. The door had a lock on it, though Wave would provide him with a key. “Past here will be your office.” The fox nodded and placed his key in, unlocking it and opening it up. And inside, he’d find a fairly small room with desk in the back, it bearing a rotating fan and a tablet on top of it. There also stood a locker in one corner, and various posters of the cast, though that bear is now a part of them. Tails also took notice of a now yellow chicken in one poster, though before he could ask about that, Wave would take up the tablet.
	“The owners decided to spring for an odd setup with their cameras,” she’d say. “This tablet here is connected to each camera. If you use this you can flip through the various rooms and look out for any oddities. The owners I guess figured that if something happened then their security could take the camera view with them to look out for anything else while they’d investigate.” She’d hand the tablet to Tails, who held it carefully and gazed upon it. It bore an image of that bear’s face before transitioning to another screen that displays a map of the restaurant, where little windows marked “Cam 1” or “Cam 2” or so on are positioned at specific locations within the various rooms. “You’re smart, you can probably figure out how to work this thing.”
	“Yeah, looks pretty straightforward,” the fox affirmed.
	“Anyways, keep an eye out for anything weird, chase off anyone that doesn’t belong, stay away from the machines, and you should be good to go.”
	“Stay away from the-?”
	“Oh, one last thing,” the swallow would say. She’d quickly move over to the locker before popping it open, revealing a uniform inside with black jeans and a white shirt that looked like it gave whoever wore it authority, as well as a black tie. The ensemble also came with a baseball cap-like hat that bore “Security” across its front. “Here is your uniform, should help make anyone here after hours understand who you are.” With that, as fast as a fox, she’d suddenly shove the bundle of clothes into his arms before advancing past him. “Good luck tonight, shorty! I’m off the clock!”
	“Wha-? Wait, I still have questions-!” Tails would gasp, turning towards the swallow as she exited. He’d rush to the frame. “What do you mean stay away from the machines!?” he’d shout down the hall, though that voluptuous woman was already out of earshot, or didn’t care to listen to him. The young genius sighed and stepped back into the security office. “It’s a whole hour until my shift…” he complained. However, he supposed that’d at least leave him with some time to prepare. Plus, he needs to get his equipment in here in order to properly investigate. So, he’d begin preparing for a very odd night…
…
	Eventually, midnight would start to roll around. Before that, automated voices would come in over the speakers telling the parents and kids that it’s nearing closing time. Some of the machines would begin ushering them out, the two needing to fight off a crowd of adoring fans that didn’t even reach above their hips. The crowd would soon pass the security office and make it outside while the office itself remained untouched. Inside, the fox granted himself that outfit he’d been offered, finding it fit him weirdly well. He brought in from the outside a small holster with an odd device in it, and also held the tablet while investigating its features. Sure enough, it’s design was pretty self explanatory, letting him observe the cameras in their respective rooms. He did find odd, however, that the kitchen off all rooms didn’t have any visuals. Other than that, the fox would look up at some of the posters, with a couple bearing the names of the animatronics. He looked over them, curious.
	“Glamrock Freddy…” he’d say as he looked at the name for the bear. Then he’d look towards the white feathered chicken, and the gray furred wolf. “Glamrock Chica… Roxanne Wolf…” After reading those, he glanced towards that strange yellow chicken lady. “Can’t find your name, are you also a Chica? Eh, I’m getting ahead of myself.” He’d then pocket his tablet before leaving the room and locking the door behind him. With that, he’d pull from his holster the strange device, a remote-shaped doohickey with various buttons on it, and a screen with something resembling a Geiger counter upon it. He’d hold down one of the buttons, and thus the device whirred to life, letting off a hum. “Alright, if I were some strange pizza chain and I picked up a Chaos Emerald, where would I place it…?”
	He’d begin by marching into the main hall, which appeared a whole lot more eerie with no one in it. There was very limited light, requiring his eyes to adjust to the darkness, and the previously noisy area was now filled with merely ambience. The fox couldn’t tell why he felt a strange aura already, he surely dealt with other scarier things before. He’d try to shake off the freaky feeling before holding up the device.
	“That security office was locked up, but I didn’t pick up any Chaos energy in there. I doubt that they’d leave it in the front room…” The fox looked towards the stage at the other end of the main hall. He began to figure that there may be something over there, and would begin marching towards those massive curtains. Just looking at this thing told him that he’d need to get closer to get a proper read on this thing. He did have this idea that this thing had a big chance of hiding that emerald, and was sure only authorized people were allowed back here. Of course, he happened to be authorized personal.
	So, he spread the curtains to the side enough to allow him to enter. The stage was, of course, very dark. Tails held that device in one hand and a flashlight in the other to shine around the stage. He’d see a rack with instruments set on them, a few stands bearing microphones, and some cannons that he could only assume contained confetti. He looked over the lot of them, brow skewed with curiosity.
	“If I were a Chaos Emerald, where would I be…?” He scanned around for anything that stood out, until his light dashed over a flash of white and pink. He paused and brought the flashlight back over there. And there, he saw… her. Facing the wall was that wide-hipped, white-feathered chicken. He didn’t really notice last time thanks to her facing the crowd, but whoever designed put… a lot of detail into her caboose. It looked like just one of those cheeks would be able to cover him up, an activity a few ladies around him would play with him. He couldn’t understand why a machine meant to cater to kids would be built like that… Of course, he did think about what Wave said earlier. 
	“Remarkable AI… they wouldn’t, would they?” Tails grew curious and wandered closer. Despite not seeing anyone else back here, he felt this odd sensation causing his instincts to flare. Some part of him was saying that he needed to be more careful, but he pressed forwards anyways. He came closer and closer, trying desperately to not gaze up at her bottom. Eventually, he took that scanner and swung it in front of him, attempting to focus on that screen. It sent out those Chaos-detecting Waves, beeping as it sought out that energy. However… “So much for that, not picking up anything…”
	However, unknown to him, the waves and the noise of that machine, as well as his little voice, would seem to cause the machine to stir. Glamrock Chica blinked a bit before turning over her shoulder, the fox’s ears twitching when he heard the machine’s joints creaking. The genius furrowed his brow and turned up towards the source. There, he’d see the taller machine turn around, her eyes piercing the darkness and looking down on him. Her makeup was so bright, it even shone slightly. The fox stumbled back, feeling fear course through his body. She finally faced her completely and began to bring her hands up. Tails’s lip quivered and his fur stood on end, before… the chicken held both of her hands under one of her cheeks as she gasped.
	“Ohhhh my gosh!” she cheered. Suddenly, she lunged towards him, Tails gasping and turning to try and run away! However, she was able to send her arms under his own and scoop him up into… a powerful hug! His feet hung under her large bosom while his chin rested on the upper rim of it. Her exterior felt rubbery and soft like a balloon, and had this odd, perfume-y scent emanating from it. The combination of the odd softness and smell, in tandem with her swiveling side to side as she held him tight helped render the boy dizzy. “You’re sooooooo cuuuuuuuute!” She soon stopped swinging him around and brought an arm under his hindquarters to keep him in place, giving him chance to reorient himself and look up at that animatronic, who was looking slightly less terrifying now. “You look awfully small to be around here after hours, though… And those clothes, I didn’t even know they sold costumes of the security!”
	“I-it’s not a costume!” Tails protested. He squirmed in her grip, trying to worm his way out only to find that she was containing him fairly easily. “I-I was hired-! Wait, why am I trying to prove myself to you? J-just let me down, machine-!” The chicken shook her head and hugged the fox tightly while walking over to the curtain.
	“Oh no, these people have been keeping me away from the boys ever since Freddy needed repairs, I need to hold you!” She walked and walked before hooking the rim of the fox’s hat and tossing it off of him and to the ground. Tails kept on squirming while Glamrock Chica walked past the curtains and towards the edge of the stage. Once there, she’d hold him tightly before leaping from it and touching down onto the ground. The impact of her landing would cause her chest to wobble tightly against smaller boy!
	“Mmgh!” Tails squirmed harder, feeling more and more uncomfortable against this animatronic that suddenly purloined him. “Dang it, st-stop holding me so close to you!” Chica simply hummed and kept walking. She passed the various tables while the genius remained stuck in her grip. She’d eventually round a corner and begin heading towards one of the halls.
	“Tell me, sweetie, have you gotten to enjoy Chica’s Course yet?” Tails simply squirmed against her torso. He wanted to use his hands for better leverage, but almost everything within grabbing distance was this woman’s massive chest. He couldn’t grab anything without getting in an embarrassing situation. Chica hummed with amusement and leaned in close, planting her lips right upon his forehead. That simple action would cause him to squirm and burn up in humiliation! “Please calm down, sweetie, you’re being a real handful at the moment~ Anyways, we’re nearing Chica’s favorite part of the facility!”
	Now that the strange robot lifted her lips off of him, Tails would become acutely aware of the feeling of a wet, sticky substance matting down some of his fur. He only became more confused about just what these guys were doing with these animatronics. He was super confused on why one of these machines would dress themselves up in actual lipstick, but now that he was being stolen away, that question was far away from him. He kept thrashing until she brought him into the “exercise course”, which was a big playset that allowed entry to those many tubes. At this point, he realized this machine would definitely not be able to follow him through there! The machine would then squat down and set the fox on his feet in front of her.
	“Can you tell me what brought you to the stage, li’l guy?” she asked while leaning in uncomfortably close. The fox felt her beak coming threateningly close and he looked around for a way out, wanting to avoid just getting captured by her again. “Did you want to see auntie Chica one on one~? I certainly wouldn’t mind getting to know another Fazbear customer more… personally~” To punctuate, she’d lean in close to attempt a kiss, and the antsy fox saw his opening. He’d suddenly duck under her arms and dart past her to the jungle gym behind her. The white chicken would be surprised by his quick movement and turned to try and catch him. She’d only manage to peel the uniform shirt off of his back, and was only able to watch as he climbed up to the tube system overhead. “Hey, slow down! Those things don’t get cleaned until 6 AM!”
	Tails raced up and made it into one of those plastic tubes, huffing and puffing and feeling all sorts of weird about what had just happened. He stroked his face to try and calm himself down, and ended up smearing some of her lipstick over his hand. He huffed and puffed and sat in the tube feeling all sorts of weird. He was used to this sort of thing around some of the other ladies in his life, but a pure machine? And one meant to entertain at some pizza place? He didn’t need to know what sorts of things a several ton machine would do if he gave her the chance. He crawled near one of the windows of the tube and looked down onto the floor of Chica’s Course, where he found that white-feathered chicken holding a hand up to her eyes and scanning around for him. Tails made sure to hide under the window and slunk forwards in hope of not getting spotted.
	“Ok, I just need to get down here, sneak through the hall, and get out of here,” Tails whispered to herself. Fortunately he knew her rough position right now, and he kept sneaking forwards. The tube had some foam tubes he had to squeeze around, and he continued forwards, seeing her through another window and keeping on going forwards. He made it to the end, where he could see a slide descending down. “Alright, best chance… best chance…” He took a deep breath and arranged himself to put his feet down over the edge of the slope. And then, he scooted himself down, sure that he could get down this slide and behind Chica!
	He slid and slid, sometimes feeling zaps and stings from static shock, but it was a small pinch in comparison to the squeeze he was sure he’d be in if he couldn’t escape. He’d soon see the opening below, and felt his tensing muscles lighten up! He leaned down to try and increase his speed. However, just as he was about to spring out of the playset… the opening outside would suddenly be blocked by the backside of that Glamrock Chica! He’d be allowed a sudden moment to take notice of her buttocks, either easily half the size of his smaller body! He could see her pink uniform riding up in between them, looking ready to be split by the sheer size of those globes! And he was barreling straight towards them!
	“Wha-hey!?!?!” Tails tried to bring his hands up to defend himself, and he swiftly shot out of the slide to smack into her thick posterior! He could feel them wobble on impact, revealing them to be covered in some sort of silicone-based exterior. And while he was realizing that, Chica would suddenly pull away from the slide, Tails still smacked against her butt, before swinging her hips back to smash them and the boy into the wall to pin him against it! The fox grunted once he was pinned into place, color rapidly rushing to his face as he suddenly, yet again, found himself against a woman’s butt! His fur would stand on end, and he’d quickly begin to thrash against her.
	“Phew, you almost left me all alone here, little guy!” Chica mused. “Good thing you were making so much noise up there, I nearly lost ya!” She leaned this way and that, squishing around Tails’s front, hips, and lap. He was blushing up a mess at the feeling of her large, squishy form on him. It was almost like a waterbed with a firmer surface, the consistency helping her to more easily squish around him and against the wall. He could already feel his blood rushing.
	“Oh no…” he muttered.
	“I would’ve come up for you, but the staff can’t make my exercise course to properly fit me.” Before continuing to speak, she smacked one of her cheeks, sending ripples across it that vibrated against the fox. “I tried it out, but I got caught in one of the tubes and caused them to collapse. A shame, right?” She shook her hips on him as if to demonstrate to him how much that rump couldn’t fit in the playplace, and the fox was getting more and more and more flustered. He gulped nervously as his face lit up and his blood made it to… Suddenly, Glamrock Chica perked up, before looking over her shoulder curious. “Oh my… Sweetie, are you… feeling things? Feeling things for auntie Chica~?” Tails tried to whimper out a defense, but she wobbled around on him teasingly.
	“Mmm, oh, I can feel you growing, little guy!” Chica cheered. Tails was getting more and more flush with embarrassment. Surely a machine wouldn’t think to do something like this, right? No way that one of these things would actually- Unfortunately, he’d be proven wrong as she bent down slightly, squishing more of her lower half against him. Tails gasped, and she rubbed up and down. Tails could feel those cheeks gliding along his length. The fox boy kept squirming against her, but this mechanical monstrosity was keeping him firmly in place!
	“Y-you can’t do this-!” Tails’s begging would be interrupted by a soft shush from the chicken bouncing on him.
	“Auntie Chica is here to serve… And here for a sample of you!” Chica winked at him as she kept on shaking her hips on him. Tails huffed and puffed and kept on trying to shake. Getting bullied by people like Wave was one thing, but by an animatronic like this? This was extra wrong! He couldn’t life his arms, his dancing tails were doing nothing against her… escape was seeming farther and farther away at this point! That’s rubbery surface was soft and smooth, yet her form was given off sufficient heat, and the machinery within was making her rear press on him in strangely practiced ways. It was as if this animatronic had experience! And Chica was only getting more and more powerful with her hip swings. He could feel the wall behind him crack, and he could hear some papers pinned up on it starting to fall off. And each hit to him was causing him to plunge deeper into her cheeks. Tails was getting rapidly overwhelmed! At this rate, he’d-!
	“A-ah… Aaaa-Auggggh!” Tails moaned and his hips extended forwards as the bird kept on ramming into his hips. His body was being overwhelmed by the way she clenched on him! And eventually, the dam he kept on trying to erect gave out! “AAAAAAAAGH!” Tails wailed and bucked forwards as his body could take no more. He blasted spunk straight into the crack of this machine, causing the animatronic to pause. She looked over and watched as her boy unloaded, while working the machines of her glutes to keep on massaging him to pull more and more. Tails’s eyes were shut and he was sweating buckets, before he finally stopped extending, and collapsed against this strange machine’s rear. Chica cooed happily and pulled away, letting gravity tug him down and let him collapse on the ground.
	“Oh, you are precious, so precious…” Chica cooed. Tails, meanwhile, was still winded from the bullying he’d just received. He was blinking the daze away and groaning, limp as the animatronic gently nudged him onto his back. “But I can’t leave it at just one sample… Auntie Chica is hungryyyyyyy!” The fox laid out blinked the daze away and began to look up. And then, he’d take notice of that white-feathered animatronic looming above him… butt once again aimed. Tails’s eyes went wide, and he gasped as he tried to crawl away! But to his misfortune, she swung down on his lap! The fox was once more pinned by her rear, everything below his shoulders firmly sealed under her alabaster ass, and he was left squirming beneath her as she began shaking upon him.
	“Agh! Chica-! Please-!”
	“Get ready, big boy,” Chica cooed. “Tonight, you’re the buffet, and I am starved!” Tails moaned and squirmed beneath her, left completely vulnerable to her rapid hops upon him. His moans and grunts would accompany the sound of her mechanical joints hopping for the rest of the night…
…
	6 AM. Wave never liked waking up earlier than this, but her job kind of called for it. So, she pulled into the Freddy Fazbear’s parking lot on her extreme gear. She brought it to a stop and hopped off of it before kicking it up and into one of her arms. She made her way in and unlocked the building, before making her way to the locker room to put her device away. And once that was locked up, she began making her way out while bearing a clipboard.
	“Alright, doors were locked, so that’s a good sign…” she noted as she wrote down on her clipboard. She made her way to security before booting up the monitors. “Let’s see if there’s anything weird on…” The swallow gave pause when she took notice of the monitor for Chica’s Course. She gave pause on it and rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn’t just seeing things. “No way…”
	Wave made her way over, and found that the monitor was indeed not lying. There, near one of the walls, was Glamrock Chica, currently offline, with her fat ass planted on Tails, similarly out of commission. The little brainiac looked like he passed out from exhaustion. Wave couldn’t help but chuckle, and she stepped over. She soon stood over the duo, with Tails’s head the only thing exposed right now. She bent down and gently poked one of his cheeks. This earned a grunt from the boy as he began to blink awake. He blinked a few more times to get an idea of what was in front of him. And when he was finally cognizant, he saw that buxom Wave, and that… he was still under Chica. The fox gasped in shock and he began thrashing about.
	“W-Wave-!”
	“Hey, shorty,” Wave said with a noticeable laugh in the back of her throat. “You know it’s past your shift, right?”
	“I… I-I got…” Wave could see the smaller coworker trying to formulate some sort of lie. “I saw some guy messing with Chica here. I went to chase them off, but th-they pushed this thing over, and it fell on me! Yeah, I-I guess I got knocked out when she landed…” Wave simply looked at him with a playful, knowing look.
	“So you wouldn’t mind if I reviewed the tapes, huh?” She could see the brainiac sweating even harder.
	“…I-I don’t think the criminal showed up on camera…”
	“Well, couldn’t hurt to check. First, though, need a hand?” Tails’s nervousness faded as this lady decided to show some mercy. His ears perked and a smile dressed his lips.
	“O-oh yes, please! I don’t know how long I’ve been stuck here, I could really use some-!” However, next thing he knew, Wave climbed over. She set her feet beside either side of his head, and left him staring up at her pants-stretching butt! “…Wave…?”
	“In a bit~” And then, she lowered herself.
	“WA-!” Tails’s shout was interrupted once she set herself down. The fox was swiftly buried into her cheeks, and he was left squealing and shaking against her, his whole body now covered up in two different bird booties. The swallow on top of him chuckled and teasingly rubbed her rump on top of him. She leaned back and lounged against Chica’s back while sighing and bringing  up her tablet, where she began to rewind some of the footage from last night. She was already excited to see just what Shorty here got wrapped up in, and she could only hope he’d stick around for more fun.
	“Welcome to Freddy’s~”