Five Rounds At Freddit's 4: Virginia the Power Punching Pig (Patreon)

So between comms and doing most of the patreon rewards first, I finally got one of the top voted stories up for ya!

I had my usual hangup on this one. Liked the idea, got into its intro, stopped for a bit to figure out what to do to make it interesting and unique. Ended up toying with the setting/reasons a little and bringing out some of the creepy machine elements to the boxing animatronics, but mostly I just toyed with her being cartoonishly big and strong compared to the others.

I’m also leaning into the entitled Five Rounds title thing. I can definitely see doing more with these and poking fun at all the Five Nights At Freddy’s sequels but it feels like 5 should have some kind of big climax of a moment. I also don’t have much in mind for making Freddi herself special, so will see where I end up with that.

Brigit waited in her car a bit longer than usual, mustering her nerves to go back into that children’s entertainment center. Looking at the goofy mascots waving their gloved hands on posters and signs made her break into a cold sweat. She’d been beaten up by three of them already and there looked to be about a dozen from all her mad research. Cali the bug, Dakota the skunk, Carolina the mouse… and she had received an invitation at the end of her last overnight shift. She didn’t even want to look at any ads with Virginia the Power Punching Pig, one of the strongest rated in their training animatronics (though their settings could always be tweaked to let kids beat up their favorites and the like). And there was some ominous hint about there being “five rounds” and almost certainly about to start her fourth on this Thursday night.

The busty guard finally caught her breath and patted her breast pocket. She had packed some pepper spray and a miniature taser in her uniform; a nasty surprise for anyone who tried to jump her like usual. She nodded to herself, knowing she was as prepared as she could get… besides actually training in any way, of course.

The night went just as predicted, but that didn’t make it any easier. She stayed alert, watching the cameras as efficiently as she could. None of the robotic mascots seemed to move as she stayed locked into her seat, staring with their lifelessly limp smiles that gave her the creeps knowing what they could do to her. She kept a special eye on the pig… it had practically called her out, and maybe if she watched them long enough on the cameras they would…

Virginia twitched. Brigit nearly jumped out of her skin but she calmed herself and kept watching. She had the door locked and her secret weapons ready, and she wasn’t about to miss one of them in action. Virginia was a huge animatronic, twice as wide as Brigit and with a notable belly to her. It didn’t seem to impede her movement at all, standing almost seven feet tall and with thick, strong legs and bulky arms packed with strongfat muscle. Her pretty face had a piggy snout and some long, black hair tied back into a bun.

The piggirl twitched in her charging station, jerking spastically without her eyes lighting up like they used to during the day. Parts of her moved while others remained limp, moving like a fucked up puppet as it pulled loose and fell down out of sight.

“No way am I checking that out,” Brigit said out loud.

There was movement again. The big strong arm reached up from under the camera’s line of sight and slapped something on the wall. It stuck there, showing the back of a napkin with something written on it in juice or icing or something thick and sticky. Brigit convinced herself it had to be something innocent and edible rather than consider the alternative.

It was pressed onto the far wall, too small to see. She stepped up to the control, leaning in close and zooming it in further trying to read it. She had no idea what she hoped for, but she was scared and desperate not to get beat up for once.

“Be… hind… you-ah fuck,” she groaned, more annoyed than terrified.

The lights went out as well as all the monitors. Childish giggling filled the void as countless hands grabbed her, dragging her out of the office. Brigit screamed and clawed at the floor as she was yanked away, her huge tits dragging along the floor beneath her. She grabbed at her pockets for one of her self defense weapons, but the grabbing hands rapidly tore the clothes off the screaming blonde. A light started to appear at the end of the pitch black hallway where she was violently thrown into. Somehow, she landed right on her feet, fully dressed in trunks, tank top, boxing gloves and boots like she had magically costume changed every night that week.

“AHHHHHhhhh fine. I fucking tried,” she finally conceded, slouching in annoyance and looked for her opponent.

She was hard to miss. Virginia had a huge everything, nearly filling up her corner of the ring. She wore trunks and a tight-fitting t-shirt that hugged her tummy and was too small to fully contain her breasts. She broke into a wide smile as she rose up, pushing her big pink gloves on the ropes to boost herself up. They sagged briefly under the heavy weight of her powerful, towering body.

“Hey hey! You made it. Awesome!” she gushed in a slightly gruff but feminine voice. It reminded her of a tropey jock or maybe a bit of a surfer chick.

“Yea, I got the invitation. Still didn’t want to come, not that you guys care at all,” Brigit griped.

She had shifted gears to that midpoint of being annoyed as she tended to get between being terrified and having the crap beat out of her. They had reached the pretense of this being a sporting and consenting fight.

“Ah, c’mon. It can’t be all that bad. Boxing’s fun and good for ya!” Virginia insisted jovially.

“You kidnap me with magic shadow ghost shit and your one friend tore her face off and bit me!” Brigit shouted indignantly.

“Ha! Good times,” the pig mused, ignoring any of her complaint.

Brigit gave an annoyed sigh and threw up her hands dejectedly.

“You know what? Fuck this. I’m just gonna lie down and not even fight this. The match is over when I’m down for 10 or something, right?”

Brigit went to her knees before laying flat on her back, trying to will the match to end like it was a bad dream (which technically wasn’t impossible either at this point).The bell rang to start the fight anyway, and she felt the ring tremble as Virginia walked over to her.

“Rules don’t work that way down here, babe,” the heavyweight hog assured her.

“You’re not going to tell me what ‘down here’ means, are you?” Brigit groaned.

She put her gloves on the mats to boost herself up, realizing there was no copping out of it. She had only gotten to a sitting position when Virginia raised her fist and flexed her arm. It swelled absurdly, the doughy limb sculpting into a picture-perfect bulging bicep like a cartoon strong man. Her shirt sleeve exploded off around it and even the glove audibly creaked from the pressure of her swelling muscles. Brigit gawked for a moment, but regrouped in time to dive away from her towards relative safety. She grabbed the ropes to steady herself from her hasty dodge right as Virginia’s gloved fist hit the mat where she had just been sitting. The whole mats shook from the impact, and Brigit stared as she saw the spot she’d hit sink in like a crater before the mats wobbled back into shape.

“There ya go! I knew you had some fight in ya,” Virginia chuckled as the tubby tank stood back upright.

“Oh my god! You could have killed me!” Brigit pointed out as the shock settled in and the shockwaves slowed to a stop.

“Oh nah! Where’s the fun in that? Dead girls can’t fight back!”

Brigit went pale and looked around her. The ominous shadows looked almost inviting compared to Virginia, but when she reached out past the ropes, her gloves only went a couple inches before hitting some invisible wall. She was truly stuck in the ring, and while she was busy looking for a way out the animatronic hog moved in and grabbed her by the back of her hair. Brigit shrieked as she was lifted off her feet and held up by the fistful of blonde.

“Now let’s see what the other girls have been so hyped about,” Virginia purred with a grin.

She drew back her other arm, flexing right through its sleeve with a big windup. It smashed right into one of Brigit’s boobs, flattening out the busty orb and sending Brigit spinning like a lopsided top. Her hair wound up even tighter until she spun back around to face her, dizzy but mostly clutching her tit and wailing in pain.

“Don’t worry! I’ll even ‘em out so they don’t look funny,” Ginny said happily.

“No no NO DON’T AIEEEEHEEHEE~!”

Brigit was hit with a big cross to her other tit, spinning around and back in the opposite direction. Her eyes were already watering from the sting of her scalp and the pulsing ache in her tits like a pair of unpleasant heartbeats. She hugged her aching boobs, already feeling sore and swollen after those sledgehammers of punches. She wanted to say that Virginia hit the hardest like her reputation claimed, but it was hard to compare all the nightmarish mascots when most of their hits could be simply summed up as mind-numbing.

Virginia released her hair, just to grab Brigit by her wrist instead. She held her up, dangling by one arm so she could set up and jackhammer a barrage of punches into Brigit’s face. The leathery thud came like clockwork as Brigit’s head whipped back, just to get juggled back and forth again as the punches kept coming. She found herself being nothing but a glorified punching bag for the piggy powerhouse, eyes rolling and boobs bouncing around in a lazy mimicry of her rattled head.

“Alright! Now we’re havin’ a party, huh?!” Virginia asked playfully.

She took a step back to admire her handiwork. Brigit dropped to her feet and staggered one way then the other, swaying dizzily as her brain struggled with the new shape it had just gotten pounded into. She drooled some sloppy patterns over her cleavage and the mats. She started to fall forward, but Virginia held out a glove to catch her chin on the knuckle.

“Havin’ fun yet, twerp?” the powerful pigbot teased her.

Brigit slurred a few fractions of words with her chin stuck on the glove before the hog wrapped an arm around her neck. The blonde found herself stuck between Virginia’s swelling bicep and her huge, thickly padded breast. She gagged as she was squeezed, struggling to breathe between her strong grip and doughy bosom. Brigit flailed some limp-wristed swings that bounced off her rubbery gut with a soft drumming noise.

Virginia was clearly unphased, ignoring Brigit’s weak swings at her thick gut. She raised a glove and shot it straight into the guard’s face, smashing into her nose. Brigit’s eyes rolled and she drooled as her big breasts swung around beneath her. She stood back upright, but only when Virginia pulled on her hair to force her to do so.

“Sorry, but I can’t help myself with those punchin’ bags of yours!” the hog chuckled before she smashed a wrecking ball of a haymaker into the side of Brigit’s tits.

The busty blonde screamed as her chest swayed hard to one side, clapping one into the other. Her breasts flew fast enough that their mass burst out from under her top, tearing some of the fabric as they flew out into view to show off her bruises and hard nipples. The top-heavy guard stumbled after the runaway boobs and tripped over herself, landing as flat on her face as her huge airbags/funbags/punching bags would allow. She groaned and tried to blink herself back to her senses while her chin rested on her own cleavage.

“Come onnnn. You gonna stay down all day? You just need a little more pizza and you’ll be back on your feet. Now get up. I ain’t done with ya.”

Virginia goaded her on, her voice cutting in after a fuzzy amount of time. Brigit was still conscious but dizzy from her inhumanly strong punches that had knocked her all over the ring. She was huge and powerful all over, and she couldn’t find much hope as the huge hog approached her impatiently. Brigit brought herself up to all fours, braced on her gloves and knees as she dripped sweat from her face and hard, tenderized nipples.

Brigit knew it was hopeless but the moment’s rest and her frustration at her situation boiled over. She clenched her fists to grip her glove tight, and when Virginia stood over her and grabbed her by the hair, she threw all the strength she could muster into an uppercut. Her glove connected hard and right on target between Virginia’s legs, resulting in a clattering noise like she’d just punched a stack of pots and pans.

She wasn’t sure what to make of that at first, but it made Virginia freeze in place. She looked up hopefully and saw the big pig with a stunned expression and her eyes starting to glow red.

“Naughty behavior detected,” Virginia said in a placid voice echoed by a much tinnier sounding mechanical voice.

“Oh fuck me!” Brigit squeaked as she hurried to her feet and ran like a newborn deer on her numb and shaky legs.

“Initiating hard mode,” the pig went on as the blonde heard her slowly stomping after her.

Brigit was willing to take her chances in the shadowy, cheering void around her rather than take a hit from the mean fighting machine now that it was pissed off. She couldn’t believe it had been going EASY on her earlier!

The guard squeezed herself halfway through the ropes before Virginia caught up to her (she had a lot of trouble getting her tits through the ropes). Her thick glove grabbed her by the waistband of her trunks and yanked her back. It had the unexpected side effect of holding Brigit up completely suspended by the panties as they rode up her ass in the wedgie.

“FUUUUUCK! Fuck fuck fuck!” the blonde howled childishly.

Her gloves grabbed at her crotch, trying to maneuver her stretched out undies to where it wasn’t slicing right up her coochie.

“Language, kiddo,” Virginia warned in her filtered voice as she held her arm up higher.

Brigit howled as it dug deeper into her ass and crotch. She flailed around, trying to get any momentum to pull herself free. It wasn’t fast enough as Virginia used her free hand to sock her in the tits, walloping them hard enough to send her spinning in a quick circle. It twisted her panties into a bunch, making them fit tighter and more painfully into her crevices. Brigit squealed pathetically, which only sounded funnier when she went spiraling back the way she came. Her voice trailed along behind her before settling back into place like she was asking for more.

“Time for your spanking, ya naughty knuckleduster,” Virigina warned.

Virginia raised her fist in another steady position and fired off another jackhammer of punches. She aimed these lower, hitting Brigit’s dangling tits to keep them flopping around again. Her blonde victim panted for air, which just made her big breasts bounce around more. The pig finally shifted gears into a hard, low uppercut, smashing into Brigit’s slim stomach hard enough to lift her over her head. The pummeled guard gave a wet gasp, spraying spit and sweat over the pig as she dangled doubled over the raised glove, wheezing for air through her aching body. Smirking up at her, the hog shook her head and lost the red glow from her eyes.

“You look more like a championship belt than ya do a champ!” Virginia laughed at her before swinging her glove, flinging Brigit back to the mats.

She landed in a sloppy heap, staring blurry-eyed up at the spotlights. Her gloves instinctively tried to brace and push herself up again, just to fall back on her wedgied ass. Her hefty boobs flopped off to either side, sagging from the savage beating she’d just gone through. The wide shadow that fell over her assured her that it wasn’t over. She blinked enough times to see the outline of Virginia’s trunks rocketing down towards her right before the hefty animatronic crashed butt-first on her tits. No amount of jiggling on either of their parts made the impact feel any softer as Brigit bucked hard, whipping upward what little of her body wasn’t covered in massive ass before flopping back down. She choked and crackled beneath Virginia as her wobbling body settled into place, resting her arms on her knees. Even the ring beneath her seemed to crack and creak from the huge impact.

“See that? That’s where cheatin’ gets ya. Buried underneath a winner!”

Virginia boosted herself up a little onto her boots before dropping herself back down. Her ass clapped hard on her, shaking her against the mats again. Brigit’s eyes rolled back in her head as she flopped to one side, groaning and drooling listlessly onto the ring.

“Stop… pl… ghkkk…”

Brigit gurgled out some semblance of a plea for mercy. Virginia just snorted a laugh and shoved her glove into her face, smushing her cheek around mockingly.

“Already? You fleshy jobbers really can’t take a punch. But I don’t want to wrap this up that fast.”

Virginia sat up again, this time moving one leg to straddle Brigit’s waist. She dropped her huge hips back down to sit on Birigit’s bruised boobs, squashing them down into her ribs before sliding back. The pinned blonde could feel the huge, soft cheeks crushing her face and squashing around her nose even through her trunks. She didn’t dare to wonder how they got the dizzying smell of her sweat to be so realistic.

“After all, this one’s the last round before the big one. It’s gonna be a real show-stopper, emphasis on the stop.”

Brigit could barely think, but that made her worry. She mumbled to try and question the situation, just to get a mouthful of sweaty trunks instead. She still managed a huff of air when Virginia sent a punch deep into her belly.

“Freddi likes to put on a real show. She likes to watch, but she’s been waiting for the perfect opponent to take on herself. And you?”

Virginia’s glove came down again. This time in a hammer blow that smashed on Brigit’s pussy. She sputtered, choking on a wail that devolved into a mindless moan. The piggy pugilist ground and pounded her groin to overstimulated mush, making her twitch with every brutal hit. She finally lingered on one hit, drilling the punch into her wet spot on her trunks. The heavy glove and powerful arm twisted in place, grinding the leather into her twitching hips and throbbing clit.

“We’re just tenderizing you before the main course… that’s when the real fun begins, bimbo boobs.”

Virginia ran the thumb of her glove along Brigit’s pussy, rubbing the fabric of her shorts deeper into her wet slit. The punchdrunk guard couldn’t understand any of her ominous threats through all the pain and breathlessness, and now she had arousal to contend with. She wouldn’t have imagined a week ago that she’d end up getting turned on by being beat up and sat on by a hefty animatronic pig, but here she was. Even her big buns were bouncing around with her blows, smacking her cheeks like big soft gloves of their own.

By the time Virginia finally stood up, Brigit was a listless heap on the mats with her limbs splayed out in all directions. She hated to admit it, but she’d been edged so close by the dominating hog that she almost wanted it to continue in some deep part of her brain that had gotten used to all her animatronic beatings. And now she said it was nearing the end…

“Yo! Ring that bell! She’s out!” Virginia shouted.

A bell rang and more cheers came in from the shadows. All Virginia had to do was flex both arms, swelling them with muscle as she puffed up her breasts and planted a foot on Brigit’s crotch in victory. The sight was so oddly sexual to her by now that the downed blonde cried out and bucked as she squirted a messy orgasm, soaking her wedged up panties and trunked like she was trying to polish the victor’s boots out of respect. Virginia smirked smugly down at her.

“Just one more time, blondie,” she warned, the words lingering in the strange emptiness of her head as she blacked out.

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Brigit woke up as usual: in a cold sweat and right back in her chair with all her uniform intact. She patted herself down, even though she knew her body would still be fine apart from the phantom ache and vivid memories. She leaned on the desk and rubbed her face, feeling both exhausted and terrified and like she’d slept through the entire night. Her elbow skidded a bit when she realized she was leaning on another novelty napkin.

“Come on down to Freddi’s Smackdown Spectacular event! It’ll knock your socks off!” it promised as the curvy cartoon bear posed in a pair of boxing gloves with her punchy friends all around her cheering.

Brigit didn’t like things as they were, and she was worried what this could possibly mean by Virginia hinting at it getting worse.

“Hey, cool.”

“AHHH!”

Brigit jumped out of her seat and got ready to fight or flight when she recognized it as another member of the security team. The spectacled man looked almost as surprised as he held up his hands.

“Whoa! Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you. You really do take this job seriously if you’re on that high alert.”

“No, it’s… too much coffee,” Brigit bluffed.

“If you say so. I’m just saying that’s a pretty rare find  you’ve got there.”

Brigit almost expected him to point out a bruise, but she saw his gaze on the napkin. She frowned and shrugged, passing it over to him.

“I… found it laying around. I just needed something for… the coffee,” she lied again.

“Really? Nice. There’s this whole ‘collect them all’ thing to the napkins like little trading cards the robots pop out, and this one’s got like a one in a hundred rate or something last I checked.”

The day shift worker waved it at her in a flagging gesture.

“I guess Freddi must REALLY like you if she gave you this one.”