Five Rounds At Freddi's 3: Cali the Boxing Bug (Patreon)

A top vote and one I had a slight head start on, so wanted to wrap it up while I had this weekend free.

I had some really loose basis for Cali here to resemble Luna, the moth girl from Potionomics. I gave her more noodly limbs and some twists, but that was my shorthand mental reference. I’ve talked the idea of the whole story out with some people, and I have a general frame of how I think it will go. Five rounds does feel fitting enough to have SOME amount of closure, but enough where it can keep on going forever like the real Freddy’s franchise if I so choose. People seem to go bananas for this one, so more than likely.

Second boxing fic of the month already, too. I remember when I thought it was hard because I started on wrestling and you kind of just have “punch” in boxing. Eventually figured it’s not about boxing when I write it and it’s just the framework that can make it sexy. The right settings and inspirations can make it unique enough to bother with (Hellbridge, horror animatronics, poorly disguised femdom, etc).

I also assume people have caught on by now, but most of the animatronics are named after US states and capitals. Dakota, Cali, Carolina... I kind of got Carolina to start and then decided to run with it.

Brigit’s new job was starting to wear her down. It was only her third day on the job and she was already having disturbing dreams. She woke up with a start, the wispy remnants of her nightmare of being pummeled by the animatronic mouse and skunk mascots of Five Rounds in front of a cheering audience of laughing kids. It was disturbing on its own, since she still had trouble telling if her fights were narcoleptic nightmares or the supernatural work of the glorified punching bags. It was even more confusing that she was waking up wet with arousal from them.

She tried searching for anything further about the play place robots going berserk, but she quickly gave up on the lack of results. She had to brace herself before slipping on her uniform of slacks and her tight button up short.

“And this time, I’m going to wear these clothes ALL night,” she grumbled with determination.

She punched in at the den of boxing kids, local pervs, and quirky exercisers and finally went to her station. She set herself up in her tall chair in front of the many cameras. Most were set up at the rings to make sure nobody damaged the bots or broke the rules, but some subtler ones watched the lobby and staff room. Brigit locked the door behind her, committed to staying in her seat all night even if that meant she’d have to pee in a bucket. There was no way she was walking into another trap and forced into a fight.

She found herself sweating as she watched the inactive screens. There was nothing more mobile than a ceiling fan as the animatronic boxers stood limply in their charging stations. If they were going to move, she’d catch them and be ready. While none of them did, there was a noticeable change…

One of the cameras winked out. It went black and blank as the screen showed nothing. Brigit was shocked as she fiddled with the controls but nothing changed.

“Come on, come on… wait!”

The busty blonde grabbed a nearby napkin. It had the cast of characters posing jovially on it that they used at the snack bar. The guard’s eyes scanned from the napkins to the cameras, checking off who she could see.

“Carolina mouse… Dakota skunk… Freddi bear…Missi monkey…”

She whittled down her options before realizing she couldn’t see Cali, the beginner bug or the “punch buggy.” She was sort of the geek of the franchise, usually recommended to newcomers to get warned up with a very positive and educational attitude. The pale pink humanoid with ladybug-looking themes had big, spectacle-like eyes and some bushy red hair with two long strands that stuck out further like mock antennae. She dressed in a similar outfit to the other characters, but all in pale reds and oranges. She was shorter than Brigit with a round build with some small but rounded breasts. What stood out most of all was that she had four arms all ending in boxing gloves.

“That’s it? They’re sending the baby trainer after me?” Brigit scoffed.

She collected herself and sat back down, crossing her arms under her big bosom.

“Or a camera just broke. So what? I’ll file a report and do my job because I’m sure not…”

The camera switched back on. She could see that Cali was out of her spot, missing from the room. Covering most if the camera was a torn piece of paper. The messily scrawled letters read “3 ROUNDS LEFTT” in some dark colored liquid. That got Brigit to nearly jump out of her seat.

“Jesus ffff… ok. Ok ok they’re alive. Or awake. Or something. Who cares?” she asked herself frantically.

“Door’s locked. Cameras are back on. They can’t get in, so I just don’t go out. Wait until the boss shows up tomorrow and show them the footage so these malfunctioning freaks can get scrapped.”

She couldn’t take her eyes off the screens, but she let herself settle back into her chair. She was certainly nervous enough to stay awake now, so she was prepared to stay locked up and awake all night.

Then she saw movement. She squinted at one of the monitors, seeing a vague outline of something slowly moving across the screen. By the time her eyes adjusted, she was too late to realize that it wasn’t on the camera. It was a reflection on the glass of a fuzzy, boxing glove-wearing arm reaching from behind her chair.

It clapped across her mouth just before she screamed. Brigit tried to get up and bolt but another pair of bright green arms reached around and pulled her arms behind the chair. She kicked and gave her muffled shrieks as more arms of various colors spilled out from the shadows, too many and too dense like they were disembodied pieces of former boxers. Two secured a grip on her chest, squeezing Brigit’s tits and pulling hard to drag her out of the room, her chair’s wheels squeaking and rolling as fast as they could to keep up.

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Brigit couldn’t see where she was going, but they finally jerked to a stop. The chair twirled and she couldn’t see who had pulled her there or how, apparently having vanished the moment they were done. She was dumped by the momentum to go staggering to her feet and into the ropes of a low-set ring. Brigit had felt the gloves tearing at her clothes and arms, but she was too shocked to realize what they’d been doing. They had torn off her uniform and somehow, she was left wearing the same trunks, tank top and boxing gloves that she had in her previous nights’ matches.

Sure enough, Cali was standing across the ring. Her four noodly arms drifted around in their own slow circles, reminding Brigit of some fighting game character’s idle stance.

“Hi!” the bug boxer chimed like Brigit was a curious customer who had just wandered into her room.

“Don’t give me that bullshit! You fuckers just kidnapped me! AGAIN!”

Cali blinked at her vacantly. She tilted her head and adjusted her eyes like they were actual glasses. It would have unnerved Brigit more if she wasn’t concerned with much bigger issues.

“Are you here for some tips? I could show you the ropes.”

Brigit winced at the offer. The boxing bug sounded much more reasonable than her last opponent. She sounded more tinny and mechanical with her chipper voice, as if she were more machine than the others before her. Maybe she was running on prerecorded lines. Brigit still found it all way more likely that Cali was just fucking with her like the rest of them, but the idea of getting answers or even having a fighting chance against the amateur-level boxer was tempting.

“Nope. I’m out. I’m done with this spooky shit.”

Brigit waved a dismissive hand at the boxing bug and turned away. The same unseen audience (or just their sound effects) booed as she turned and walked away from the ring. She stepped into the shadows, deciding to take her chances finding her way back to the office. She took a few steps in before she saw a spotlight flash on ahead of her. Cali was standing there inside, still in her arm-wobbling fighting stance. Brigit looked behind her, where the lights were out and the ring appeared to be gone. She sighed in defeat.

“Fine. I fuckin’ tried…” she grumbled.

Brigit stepped into the ropes and a bell rang as soon as her feet touched the mats. Cali perked up immediately from her idle stance, standing a little more upright and her glasses-eyes widening.

“Thanks! You’re very brave for getting in the ring with me. Let’s see what you’ve got!”

Cali started bobbing in place, her four noodly arms swaying with her. Brigit grimaced at the robot’s goofy stance.

“Let’s go over the basics. Block left.”

Brigit hesitated for a second but she put up her arm. The buggy bot swung a quick left hook towards her head and it bounced off her guarding limb.

“Good job! Try tightening up your arm ahead of time for more resistance. Now block right.”

Brigit and Cali repeated the process with her other arm. She tried to follow its instructions, if poorly, but it worked again.

“Great! Looks like you’re ready to start Beginner’s-”

Brigit had decided she was done practicing too. She decked the dorky bug girl right in the pink face with all she had. She emitted a squeaking noise like a chew toy as her head whipped back, arching towards the ceiling.

“Trust me. I know how these go, and I’d rather not start any of it,” Brigit scoffed.

With the plasticky grinding of a cheap toy’s joints, Cali tilted her head back into place with one glove. Her hair was a bit messier from the blow, and one of the lenses of her glasses/eye was cracked diagonally through the middle. Brigit might have worried about explaining it to her boss but none of the damage ever lingered onto the next day.

“Ah,” Cali noted in her same stiffly chipper tone.

“I see. Then you are ready for Expert Mode.”

Brigit grimaced at her and threw another punch at the short bug girl. Cali had one of her arms whip up and deflect the blow aside with… well, expert timing. The limb wasn’t especially strong compared to the others she’d gone up against, but its quick moves and precise pressure still swatted Brigit’s glove aside by the inner elbow. The bug didn’t even have to move an inch.

“Hey! You glorified training dummy,” Brigit growled as she withdrew her fist.

She was cut off by a short, harsh grunt as Cali snapped a short hook up into her belly. Brigit huffed as it too hit just at just the right angle to hit her with an uncomfortable surge of pain. Her punches weren’t heavy, but they were sharp and fast enough that it didn’t matter much. It still got Brigit to cut off her attack to clutch a glove to her stomach instead.

“Practice makes perfect!” Cali chimed, though her voice was slightly warped.

It sounded like she was malfunctioning, which gave Brigit an even further sinking feeling in her gut. Cali was more than happy to provide it as she clobbered her with a few wide crosses to the face. Her rubbery arms whipped with such momentum that the busty blonde’s head snapped side to side, her eyes fluttering as she saw stars for a moment.

“J-just a fuckin’ sec…” she rambled dizzily.

Brigit took a clumsy swing as the shorter bug but she ducked under it and wove around her.

“Family foul! We use friendly words here at Freddi’s,” Cali scolded her like a child.

Then she hit her like a truck as she drove several punishing hooks into her ribs. The bug lady’s stinging hits immediately made Brigit falter, crumbling to one knee as her side pulsed in pain.

“UHFF! Knock it… off,” she grunted bitterly.

She managed to turn on her knee enough to throw a combo of hooks at the boxing bug. Cali stared at her with her pleasant smile and cracked eye as she blocked them both in her eerie, cheery calm. She added a little extra to her defense as she gave a flick of her wrists, grabbing Brigit’s forearms with her upper set of arms.

Her lower pair was left free to start swinging like crazy, punching like a jackhammer to pummel Brigit’s tits left and right. She screamed in surprise as her tits flopped around in her tight top, held in place and defenseless with Cali clutching her arms. The gloves thudded loudly against her boobs like the helpless funbag speed bags they were. Brigit’s cry came out vibrating harder as the beating went on so hard all she could think about was the pain in her tits.

“Gotta get your practice in,” Cali chimed before she went for an uppercut.

Four of them, in fact, all at once as two gloves slammed up into Brigit’s underboob and two more released her arms to meet her chin. Brigit’s vision blurred from the pain as she toppled over backward, landing flat on her back staring up at the mysterious spotlight. They swirled in front of her eyes as she raised a glove to wipe some sweat from her forehead.

“Done with the warmup yet?” Cali’s warped and prerecorded lines asked in its twisted mockery of cutesy helpfulness.

“I’m… ugh… I’m not losing to the baby mode bot,” Brigit muttered stubbornly.

She got up to a sitting position, staggering unsteadily back to her feet. Her entire stance was sloppy but she pressed on, too dazed and hopeless to try and escape the match.

“Great! Let’s continue,” Cali chirped playfully.

She advanced on Brigit with a skip in her step, which happened to be great for her footwork. Brigit took a few swings at her but the blond’s heavy blows whiffed completely. She panted and started to sweat from so much wasted exertion. As soon as her guard started to sag again, Cali hammered her in the jaw with a haymaker. Her head snapped away with a spray of spit and sweat as she crumbled to her knees. Cali just grabbed her by the neckline of her top and pulled on it with both gloves, stretching out the elastic fabric. Brigit blinked back to her senses and looked down at it, seeing the edges of her hard nipples visible beneath the material.

“Wha… what the-?” she started just before Cali smashed into her lower breast with another double uppercut.

This time Brigit’s tits flew up so hard and suddenly that they popped right out of her top. She let out a pain squeal as they came flopping back down, sporting a few shallow bruises from the bug’s speedy beating. She was still gawking from the pain as Cali swung her shoulders around, snapping all four of her fists into wild punches from all directions Her speed and flexibility had her pounding Brigit from all directions, knocking her around while leaving her unsure of which way to fall next. Her tits and face swelled from the pummeling as she could barely see straight, only hearing the casually humming punch buggy enjoying her work.

Cali finally slowed enough to wind far back, extending her limb backward before clobbering Brigit with a big straight. The battered guard spiraled back from it, landing with her arms and head slumping over the middle ropes. She groaned dizzily as she looked out into the empty darkness, even if whistling and cheering came from the unseen audience. She braced her gloves against the ropes, weakly trying to lift herself when she cried out in pain again. Cali had followed her closely and started spanking her ass with firm punches into Brigit’s outthrust butt.

“Come onnnn. The party’s just getting started!” Cali insisted in her cutesy threat.

She grabbed Brigit by the hair, forcing her back up on her knees. The blonde whined and shook her head, but Cali still had the hands free to work her over. She reached around with her lower arms and started popping hooks into the bottom of boobs to bounce them around. The underarms started to smack some short blows into Brigit’s nipples, making her whine and squirm in the troubling mix of pain and arousal it gave her. She breathed heavily and she could feel her pussy getting wet from the rough treatment. She could only cum from her beatings so many times before she worried she’d get a kink for this kind of thing. She panted until she was drooling down her chest, leaking spittle over her tits and Cali’s gloves.

Cali finally wrapped one of her upper arms around Brigit’s neck, making her choke wetly as it locked in around her throat. The punch buggy pulled on her, forcing her to stand back up with the rough hold. Brigit’s legs fumbled to stay up and keep from hanging herself in the animatronic’s arms. She was a sorry sight with her whole body sweating, her legs falling wide open and her tits heaving out of her top. She gagged and twitched as Cali sank another deep hook into her side, making her whole body tremble.

“Looks like somebody overswung on that one,” Cali taunted before she gave a flourishing whip of her choking limb.

The motion made the busty blonde stagger away from her, whirling like a drunken top as she landed in the corner. She plopped in with her back against the turnbuckle, her ragdolling arms catching around the top ropes. She gave a wet, struggling cough as she waved a glove at Cali for a break.

“Wait… pause… mercy,” she mumbled dizzily.

“Family foul~!” Cali said in her warped peppy voice.

“What?! I didn’t swear UGHHHH!”

Cali delivered the foul herself as she leaned into a deep punch right to the center of Brigit’s trunks. The busty security guard let out a guttural grunt as she tried to double over, but her arms still held the ropes. It just made her tits heave forward as she crossed her thick thighs around the growing wet spot in her trunks.

Brigit was practically vibrating as Cali let loose with all four of her boxing gloves, smashing in her tits while beating up her groin. Her eyes and mouth watered, splashing her with spit and sweat with every heavy hit. The bug girl switched it up to sneak in a deep belly blow but she clearly had her targets picked out on her newest trainee. She was certainly teaching Brigit a lesson right now, though it was mostly about how much her body liked being punched around the clit. The little ripples of pain seemed to fade out just enough to make it tingle in a way she hated to love.

“Let’s wrap this up, shall we?” Cali offered in her cracking voice.

She grabbed the ropes that Brigit was leaning on and gave them a firm yank. The elastic tensed and acted as a crude slingshot, forcing the busty blonde back to her feet. Cali’s lower arms pulled down Brigit’s shorts, making her trip on her own bottoms as she rose. The punched silly guard stumbled the short distance towards the retreating bug boxer, who sized her up perfectly before she took her swing. She lashed out with a massive punch, angling all four of her fists at different angles and targets. Brigit’s staggering brought her right into the incoming leather. One smashed right into her cheek, making it smush up towards her eye. The other hammered into her areola, dragging its way across it so she could even feel its laces scrape across the opposite nipple. Another hooked into her navel, feeling like it was rearranging her guts to make way for the painful shockwave. The last, of course, uppercutted into the soaked front of her panties with a thick splat and a maddening surge of arousal that skyrocketed into her brain. The quadruple punch was far too much for Brigit to handle, sent spinning wildly in midair before she crashed noisily to the mats. She landed flat on her face as best her tits would allow, heaving for air like a bitch in heat. It just made her aching body shudder, which made her grind against the mats. Looking like she was humping the ring itself, her eyes rolled back as she orgasmed again at the hands of the merciless machines.

She was fading fast in the familiar mix of pain and post-orgasmic bliss. She could hear the squish and splash of her pussy grinding against the puddle of sweat and cum beneath her as she watched Cali’s boots step in front of her. One glove hooked under her chin, forcing her to look up at her. The boxing bug girl looked at her with the same beaming smile and glassy, happy stare she’d had for the majority of the fight.

“T-t-t-two,” she said, tilting her head almost 90 degrees.

“Uh… wha… too bad,” Brigit mumbled.

She felt delirious, which was saying a lot considering that she’d just gotten beat up and forced to cum by a boxing children’s mascot.

“Two. Two rounds left,” Cali spelled out in an ominously even tone.

She held up one glove in front of her.

“One more night. One more fight. Then… you meet the champ.”

“F… Ferd… Freddi?” she mumbled through a fat lip.

Cali blinked her glasses-eyes at her blankly.

“The champ is expecting much from you,” she replied instead.

The raised glove jabbed straight into Brigit’s face, connecting with a leathery popping sound.

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Brigit snapped back awake to her phone’s alarm. She was laying back in her chair, back in her office like nothing had happened overnight. She groaned, rubbing her aching chest. The tenderness in her boobs like she’d just spent the last hour doing situps didn’t agree with that idea. She made a hollow gesture of checking the cameras, confirming that everyone was in their usual charging stations as usual. She sighed and rubbed her forehead as she leaned on an elbow.

“These fuckin’ robo psychos… it’s not my fault they’re bored. And what’s that Freddi want out of this. Why the five rounds? This whole fucking thing makes zero sense.”

One of her thick thighs rubbed against her crotch, making her shiver. It was still sensitive, as if she’d cum mere minutes ago. She swallowed and opened her eyes to find another of the novelty napkins right beneath her face beside her half-emptied coffee mug. It had the usual colorful background of Five Rounds, but with an especially large and bulky pig woman waving jovially with a boxing gloved hand. “Go ham at Freddi’s!” it invited with the name of Virginia the Power Punching Pig across the bottom.

Brigit’s eyes went wide. She had gotten her ass handed to her by the entry-level animatronic last night. If the ominous souvenir was right… and why wouldn’t it be? The machines weren’t exactly subtle about their intentions, even if their reasons were a hundred percent mysterious bullshit. Then all this meant she was about to go against the biggest and strongest heavyweight the place had to offer in the form of the musclebound hog. She was twice as wide as some of the other animatronics! How was she going to survive that?!

She jumped as the door clicked open behind her.

“Hey there! Another boring night of watching batteries charge, huh?” the day manager greeted jovially.