Five Rounds At Freddi's: Reopened (Patreon)

I took my time with introducing this one, setting up the tension and the pace I wanted to use in there. A part of the break was wanting a finale tone to the 5th chapter/night, with the inevitable sequel like the actual Five Nights. I wanted to show quickly that things were different while maintaining the same premise of getting your ass kicked by animatronic boxing babes, so it felt like showing off the new Freddi herself was the best move. I set up a few future elements if you keep a keen eye out between this story and the next. I considered putting two matches in here to really set the tone, but it was running long as it was and didn't want to have to trim the first match to make room for it or delay this one too much. Just means sooner to get into the next chapter.

Really not my intention to make a lot of boxing animal stories lately, but here we are!

Brigit forced herself to enjoy her paid month off. She spared some time to look for other jobs, but there wasn’t anything for her level of experience and education that sounded any less soul crushing than fighting robots every other night. A concerning number of her old friends pointed out that the local strip club was always hiring, but she couldn’t bring herself to stoop to that.

She let herself relax and recover from the shocking experience as best she could, binging shows and catching up on some light gaming. The weeks dragged on as she got the occasional email update or online news article talking about the upgrades to the facility. Five Rounds At Freddi’s was almost doubling in size and adding two more floors to the building. Having that many more of the boxing animatronics to worry about had Brigit nervous, especially when she was finally called back in.

There were a surprising amount of cars there, some of the last customers of the day since the night watchwoman had shown up early. The place was built like a tiny mall at this point, with the extra large sign of Freddi the boxing bear and her fuzzy friends posing happily on it. It made Brigit shiver as she approached. The same woman that had informed Brigit about the “mysterious system overload” and the place shutting down greeted her at the entrance. She was smartly dressed, overly so for the playplace given the usual colorful shirts and slacks of the employees. Her businesswear and glasses framed a plain but cheerful-looking woman with her brown hair tied up behind her head.

“Good evening, Brigit! Brenda Carmichael. We met just before the remodeling,” she greeted with a handshake.

Brigit nodded. She had shown up in the same uniform she’d worn when they met last.

“Right… thanks for having me. It’s uh… good… to be back,” she managed to force out.

Brenda chuckled and gave her a knowing look.

“Oh no need for that. It’s a security job. Nothing that exciting, I’m sure, but important nonetheless!”

Brigit just nodded again. She had left out anything about the fact that the animatronics used ghost powers to force her into fighting them her first week on the job. Nobody would believe her, or worse, she’d lose her job for fucking around with them on the clock. She followed Mrs. Carmichael inside where the simple eating and waiting area that had resembled a medium-sized McDonalds was now a large, open plaza. There were a couple gift shops and a sporting goods store, a gym, and of course many rooms big enough to house a boxing ring. Brenda took her to the new elevator and hit the button to head up to the second floor, giving Brigit a better view of the place.

“As you can see, we’ve really expanded. We wanted a makeover inside and out. Fully updated programming for the animatronics, new business options for the Five Rounds brand. We have the usual facilities and sparring matches of course, plus multiple versions of each of Freddi’s family depending on the customer’s needs.”

“I understand completely,” Brigit assured her before she could go on.

The second floor had more shops and boxing rooms, but many of those rooms weren’t visible from the outside. Brigit knew from her frantic research that the place had quietly opened itself up to the perverts that would box the bots for their own kinky pleasure while kids had their sporty fun in another part entirely.

Brenda went on with the tour, pointing out a few key points of interest on the way to her station. They reached the overhead view of the food court, where a couple of statues of the animatronics posed at the center of a fountain. Welcoming guests to the area was a strange figure wearing what looked like a loose-fitting bodysuit made of multicolored rags and a jester’s hat with no visible face or body beneath it all. It was frozen in place, like it was stuck in the middle of a goofy wave.

“What’s that thing down there?” she asked, half expecting Brenda not to see it given her luck.

“Oh! Good eye! I knew we hired you for a good reason! That’s just rags.”

“Oh… did you… need me to clean that up…?”

“Not at all! You see, that’s R.A.G.S., our Regulatory Analysis Generation System. After last time, we wanted to ensure the safety of the guests and the machinery, so we installed a tracking system that would monitor their activity and help prevent any meltdowns or abnormal activity. Of course, having a big ugly antenna in the middle of the facility sort of stuck out, so we gave it a little costume to help it fit in a little better.”

Brigit swallowed a grimace. She thought it looked creepy as hell, like a contorting scarecrow, but kids walked by it giggling and nobody paid it much mind as it stood like a silent sentry.

“If anything, it’ll make your job easier! You’re practically coworkers with RAGS. Now let’s get you to your security room.”

Brenda led her down an employee hallway traveling out of sight of the public. A pair of technicians finished assembling an animatronic frog before wheeling it off. Brigit eyed the boxing robot out of the corner of her eye. The repairmen eyed her huge rack, but the frog showed no signs of recognizing her or moving on its own.

“Oh, Brigit! This is perfect. I’d like you to meet Rita Jones. She’s a part of the team that’s been updating the programming.”

A small Asian woman with long hair looked up from her tablet, looking slightly surprised that anyone had noticed her. She cracked an uncertain smile like she hadn’t been paying attention to if she was introduced or not and waved tinily back just in case.

“Hi…”

Brigit felt a small wave of relief to know there was somebody else nervous about being here. It didn’t seem to be for the same reasons, but just some basic empathy felt nice.

“Rita’s a new hire after the system crash. She’s been filling in the gaps in the programming to get everything synced up with time to spare on the grand reopening” Brenda praised her with a quick pat on the shoulder.

Rita nodded and didn’t react too strongly.

“Right. I was just going through some artifacts left in the old code. Nothing that would interfere with performance, but there’s some really interesting data. Would you mind if I took this home for the night to keep reading it over?”

“Oh, Rita. Don’t push yourself too hard now. If you insist, at least let us cover your overtime. Just let accounting know your hours. I’m sure you’re good for it.”

Rita nodded quietly again. She gave Brigit another awkward smile and a wave before shuffling off to do whatever nerdy business she had. Brenda took the busty security guard to her station; a slightly larger room than she had been in last time with more monitors and controls.

“There’s a connection to the power controls right there. Controls on all the lights, door locks, flashlights… not that you’ll need them, of course! And most importantly, there’s plenty of outlets for you right by the desk. I know things can get dull, so feel free to put on a little music or check some messages if it’s too slow for you.”

“Here’s hoping. I tend to keep myself busy,” Brigit laughed awkwardly.

She looked over the monitors. The last few guests were leaving and even janitors were packing up their things. She saw Virginia, the big fat pig woman who had beaten the hell out of her before, settle back into her charging station and slump limply into place. While it was the same mascot character, it certainly didn’t look like the Virginia she’d met. The hog was a little glossier. Bigger, cuter anime-like eyes, more sculpted muscles, and a set of abs over her round, wide gut. Maybe they’d just thrown a fresh coat of fabric over the old one?

“I have a question,” Brigit ventured.

“What happened to the originals? The first Freddi and all them from the original facility?”

Brenda gave a scoff and a non-sentimental gesture dismissing the idea.

“Scrapped. Having to pull them open and redo all the wiring would have been a waste. We wanted to start fresh and some busted old models wouldn’t do. We disassembled them and used a few of the parts as baselines for the new versions.”

Brigit blew out a short sigh. At least the old monsters wouldn’t be coming back to her. Maybe the job would be halfway normal after all.

“Feeling a little nostalgic for the old place, huh?” Brenda asked coyly.

“No! The new place is great. It feels a lot more my style.”

“Glad to hear it. We’ll be shutting down and locking up in fifteen, so enjoy your shift. Let me know if the place has any little quicks that we need to watch out for.”

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Brigit settled into her chair while the facility started to grow darker and emptier. There was a physical employee manual left at her desk, but she had dug through it already in a desperate search for answers. There wasn’t much for her to do besides note any intruders, bark at them over the speakers, and then call the cops since she didn’t have much for actual authority. She couldn’t imagine calling the police over some physically aggressive robots. It would have been too unbelievable or she’d be reminded that it’s exactly what they were built for and ignored.

She was nervous as hell for the first hour, but nothing happened. She started skimming the monitors, but the animatronics didn’t even budge and all she did was make herself more paranoid. The busty blonde tried to stay alert, but she inevitably found herself calming down out of boredom. She could only run on coffee and adrenaline for so long, but she had slept in extra late to make sure she stayed up all night. She ended up browsing on her phone and killing time much like her boss had predicted. Then, to her absolute surprise… her phone beeped 8 and a half hours in. She jumped in her seat, expecting it to rip her out of her dream but confirming she was still awake. She yawned and looked around, and nothing seemed to have moved or left haunting napkins or scrawled spooky graffiti at all. The animatronics were still tidily in place in their charging stations.

The only thing that looked a little off was RAGS. It was in the same spot, but she could have sworn it was in a slightly different position. She furrowed her brow at its screen, part of her wishing it would move for the validation alone. The tip of its raggity arm flopped a bit before settling down, the baggy fabric adjusting back into place on its faux-waving arm.

“Oh my god,” Brigit sighed in relief, rubbing her face.

“It’s covered in baggy rags and the fucking air conditioning’s on. I fried the crazy ones already. This place is nothing but a playplace for horny puppet fuckers now.”

She picked up the notepad they’d left to track her night and happily checked off “no incidents” for the day.

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Brigit returned on Tuesday with a great weight off her shoulders. She was happy and comfortable, having gone through her first night on the job without getting punched in the tits. She found herself smiling, and waved at Rita when she saw the sheepish scientist again. Everything seemed like smooth sailing now.

She let herself into the security station, only to find the entire room covered in shredded fabric. It looked like a huge wolf had gone to town on a bunch of sheets and flung the pieces around the room. Every monitor was covered in dark red material, leaving an eerie filter over everything. Brigit’s jaw dropped, gaping at the ruined room before whirling back around to run for help.

“Guyyyys?! I think someone got into th-MMF!”

When she ran back out the doorway, she ran right into a thick curtain of multicolored fabric. She screamed in a muffled tone as it effectively blinded her, leaving her rushing and flailing around inside the curtain like a giant, thick cobweb.

“GUYS! This is not a funny prank!” she shouted.

She huffed as she felt a strong pull on the fabric. She didn’t fall over but she felt herself being dragged along with it. There were no other voices along the way, just her own heavy breathing and grunting as she failed to resist. The fabric was finally ripped off of her with the smoothness of a magician revealing a levitating assistant. Brigit stumbled out of the blinding curtain and immediately recognized what had happened. She threw her hands up in the air, which had somebody been equipped with boxing gloves in the few seconds of chaos. Just like she’d been stripped out of her uniform and left in a sporty tank top and short shorts.

“Oh what the FUCK, you guys!?” she demanded as she paced a small circle in her corner.

She was back in the goddamned boxing ring. It was a little bigger and fancier than the one she was stuck in at the original place, but she couldn’t mistake the pitch darkness surrounding it. The corner posts had the FRAF logo on the pads and spotlights lit up the ring and only the ring. Across the ring was a series of spiraling spotlights of various colors waving around the corner.

“Who’s ready to party?!” a theatrical, masculine voice called out in a tone that immediately reminded Brigit of a ring announcer.

“Because we have the queen of clobbering! The trollop with a wallop! The boxer with a BEAR booty! Welcome the harlot starlet of the show, the new and improved Funtime Freddiiii!”

Hurdling over the ropes and into the ring came Freddi. Brigit easily recognized her base design since it was all over the facility and they had beaten the undead daylights out of each other before. There were a lot of little differences to her too. The original Freddi that she remembered had a smooth, confident sort of sinister air about her, radiating a commanding confidence. This version of Freddi just looked overjoyed to be there. She had her usual light brown fur, short round bear ears and a little tophat pinned on at a jaunty angle. Her dark red hair was now a big frizzy poof around her head, and little pompoms of pigtails were tied up behind her ears. The whisker-like dots on her muzzle were missing, replaced by some brighter colored freckles on her cheeks. The black unitard was now closer to a tubetop with a tuxedo-like design to its front. It was wrapped around her even bigger breasts, nearly as big as Brigit’s. Her matching black gloves gleamed with some kind of pattern that made them sparkle like glitter, adding to her glitzy faux-tuxedo look.

“Yayyyy~! It’s playtime~!” Freddi announced in a high and squeaky voice.

She balanced on one foot, winking and posing with her gloves framing her face for Brigit. The guard grimaced at her latest threat. It looked like the original Freddi had a major bimbofication over the break.

“Uh… hi, Freddi. Back for more, huh?” Brigit asked warily, keeping her gloves up and ready as she cowered in her corner.

Freddi tilted her head in confusion. Brigit could hear the soft whirr of her joints and gyros as her neck bent and her eyelashes batted blankly.

“Back? Don’t be silly. This is the first time I’ve registered you as a user.”

Freddi stuck out her tongue and tapped her glove on the side of her head.

“I may be a bit of a forgetful Freddi, but I’ve only been online for a coupla days. I think I’d remember a face like that. And a chest like that! Awooga!”

Freddi’s eyes widened comically as she cupped her own chest. They made clownish honking noises that made the unseen audience laugh. Brigit allowed herself an uneasy laugh under her breath. So they were right: the old Freddi was overloaded and thrown away and this one had no idea who she was. She certainly wasn’t spouting anything about a sacrifice, and she didn’t seem bright enough to arrange something like that herself.

“Oh. Great. Well I think I’m here by accident, so I’ll just see myself out then…”

Brigit gave a wave goodbye with her glove and slid back through the ropes. She took a deep breath before she stepped out into the vague shadows, hoping it would take her back to the relative safety of her booth.

Instead, as soon as she stepped out of the ring, she found herself reappearing and stepping into the ring on the opposite end. That is, she was still bent down to get through the ropes when she came out of/into the ring and bumped face-first into Freddi’s tits. The same goofy honk came out of her honkers and around her face as the audience laughed again.

“Oooooooh! Can’t wait for a fight?” Freddi teased her cheerfully.

She wiggled in place, shaking her boobs around in Brigit’s face. The blonde tried to insist otherwise but having her face full of tits wasn't making it easy. The ring bell sounded before she could form the words.

“Finally! Game on!” Freddi cheered excitedly.

Without any further warning, she swung a big, low punch into Brigit’s belly. She huffed and doubled over further, which thrust her ass out towards the invisible crowd and pushed her face deeper into Freddi’s big soft cleavage. Brigit’s face blushed and felt even hotter between the fluffy boobs.

“Looks like you’re a real fan after all! Teehee! Then let’s have some fuuuuun~!”

Brigit pushed off of the curvy animatronic and gasped for air. She barely cleared her view of the bear’s boobs when one of her gloves socked her dead in the face. The glittery glove left her seeing stars as even with the more adult-oriented model, Freddi had  some more defined muscle to her old showman’s figure. Brigit stumbled right back into the ropes, propping her back up against them. The fact that they kept standing proved to be more of a problem than help because that meant Freddi could keep on swinging. She brought a swift series of crosses into the busty blonde’s face, knocking her side to side. The life or death desperation that had pulled Brigit out of her last fight clearly wasn’t in her when the goofier, chestier version of her haunting nemesis didn’t inspire the same level of fear. Just the same amount of pain.

Freddi wound up one of her fists in a rapid spiral, acting like some kind of cartoon character powering up a punch. Brigit blinked some sense back into herself long enough to raise her gloves together in a defensive shield of leather. Her panicked haste left herself as easy bait for Freddi to fake her out, snapping her off-hand hard into Brigit’s jaw. She huffed as spit flew from her mouth and her whole body spun around. The force behind the boxing bot’s punch made her do a few rotations and Brigit could even hear a comical whizzing going along with it. She almost thought it was a concussion talking or her ears ringing before she realized that Freddi was emitting her own sound effects to go with the match, coming out of some speaker buried inside her.

Brigit slowly came to a stop, flopping forward and leaning her arms over the ropes. She panted for air, her rack heaving as it rested on the middle set of ropes. The dark and mysterious audience that haunted her match whistled approvingly from somewhere nearby.

“Ugh… t-time out,” Brigit gurgled as she tried to get her booted feet back under her.

“Oh, silly! There’s no timeouts in boxing. Only knockouts!”

Brigit couldn’t see Freddi’s next move but she certainly felt it. The bear bot reached around her and started driving speedy, deep hooks into the sides of Brogit’s boobs. They flopped around between the ropes, clapping together as they started to jiggle their way out of her tiny top. Brigit clumsily tried to push herself back up but the chest animatronic was right behind her, blocking her with her own curvy body.

Freddi suddenly dropped to one knee and slammed an uppercut between Brigit’s legs, sending a crippling surge of pain through her groin. The cuntbusted guard jumped away from the ropes, howling and hopping in place as her gloves clamped down on her pussy.

“Oh don’t act like you don’t love it,” Freddi giggled as she strutted after Brigit.

She clearly had no reason to hurry. With the beating she’d been taking, the busty blonde had lost any hopes of gaining momentum in the match. Brigit winced and spared one of her gloves to throw a limp-wristed punch at Freddi. The bear boxing didn’t even try to stop her, even squaring her shoulders to puff out her “new and improved” boobs. The glove didn’t even budge her as it connected with Freddi’s tit, achieving nothing but getting another cutesy honk on impact. Freddi just smiled wider.

“Finally decided to play along? Super awesome!”

The bearbot wrapped an arm around her head and bent Brigit back over. She flexed her arm, the joints whirring gently as the artificial fur and muscle squeezed around her neck. Toys or not, there was some real force behind the machinery squashing her big firm bicep into her neck. Brigit gagged weakly, only breathing hard enough to huff out some air when Freddi socked her in the gut and tits with her free glove.

Brigit’s eyes rolled as she drooled from her gawking mouth. She reached out to hug around Freddi’s waist, flailing around with some clumsy swings. Her punches bounced off Freddi’s curves again as they just spanked her full booty.

“So you’re a fan of some backdoor boxing! I can play that game too!” Freddi chimed.

She let go of the headlock long enough to let Brigit gasp for air. She dropped to her knees, clutching her neck with one of her gloves. Freddi swung her hips away from her before whipping them back in the other direction like a pendulum, smashing her ass into Brigit’s face. She grunted and went tumbling down to the mats. She landed on her face in a splayed out heap, panting and drooling in a punchdrunk mess.

“1! 2! 3!” the audience of shadows chanted.

Brigit groaned as she pushed off the mats with her shaking arms, having to peel her tits off the ring after being caked in sweat. She still had no idea what was happening, but losing still felt like something to avoid. Brigit got back to her feet a little after 7, clearly a little shaky but standing back upright. She wiped some sweta from her brow and forced herself to focus with a grimace. Freddi had her back turned to her, prancing and posing as she played to the crowd. She flexed her arms, making the mechanical biceps bounce and performing little twirling tricks with her toy tophat.

This was her chance. Brigit charged at her and wound up the biggest punch she could. She had knocked Freddi’s block off before, so she should be able to again! She threw her heaviest hit and… Freddi rather lazily shifted aside. The glove went whizzing over her shoulder and Brigit felt everything move in slow motion for a moment. Her eyes widened as she was forced to watch her fist go flying uselessly ahead of her. Freddi turned to face her, flashing her a wink. Then she swung her glittery fist up to backhand punch the incoming blonde right in the face with a fresh splash of spit and slobber.

Brigit reeled back, rubbing her stinging nose as Freddi’s head rotated fully around. Her body turned a moment later to follow as she moved in on the blonde guard.

“Ah ah ah. Gotta play by the rules,” Freddi warned in her bubbly but tinny voice.

The busty bear walked/jiggled her way up to the stunned Brigit, just to grab her by the shoulders. She pulled her in closer while driving a knee up into her guts, winding the blonde on top of everything else.

“Unless you’re the starrr~! I’m too cute to cheat, right gang?”

The unseen audience whistled and cheered for their fan favorite as Brigit doubled over, clutching her aching belly. She coughed for air but the cutesy bear was still in the mood to play with her. She started swiftly rolling her gloves over each other, juggling Brigit’s head around like a speed bag. She let out a long, dazed moan that vibrated in time with the punches. She was shaking fast enough that her breasts finally flopped out of her top, showing off the pale and bruised up skin for the thrilled audience. Brigit slouched forward even further, her arms hanging uselessly until they nearly touched the mat. Freddi just stepped in beside her and reached over her back, grabbing the back of her panties and yanking up on them. Brigit shrieked and squirmed as the sudden wedgie jammed her underwear up the slit of her ass and pussy.

The audience loved it, at least. Freddi blew them kisses and flexed with her free arm as she flossed the wedgie through Brigit’s privates. After a few seconds of that when Brigit’s wails started to quiet down, the buff bimbo turned her full attention to her. She grabbed the back of her top and lifted the beaten security guard completely off her feet before hurling her ahead of her. Brigit flew several feet before coming to an abrupt stop when her face hit the turnbuckle ahead of her. She let out a listless gurgle as she landed on her knees,  leaning on the pole and bent over with her ass sticking out like she was a slut begging for more.

Brigit wobbled in place like a bottom-heavy toy before she started to fall forward. Freddi dipped in front of her, hooking an arm under her chin and lifting her back up with her head resting on her bicep. Brigit groaned mindlessly, staring into the magical darkness until the busty bear’s big mechanical eyes leaned in front of her.

“Woopsy! Got ya, my boxy bestie!” Freddi assured her encouragingly.

Brigit winced. After seeing how little of a chance she had, she just wanted to hit the mats and just end the match more than anything.

“Knock… knock it off,,” Brigit mumbled, the closest she could get to actually fighting back to stop her.

“Knock your top off?! Don’t mind if I do!”

Freddi grabbed the front of Brigit’s top and pulled down hard, ripping the fabric right down the middle. Brigit winced and tried to cover up her already exposed tits, but Freddi was faster as usual. She spiked an uppercut into the bottom of her boob, sending it flopping up so that the huge orb bumped against Brigit’s chin. The blonde grabbed to try and stop it, just for Freddi to drive a low hook into her other nipple. She went back and forth pummeling her tits and body, playing keepaway with Brigit as she tried to protect her poor swollen jugs. The blonde was fumbling so dizzily that soon Freddi was able to throw a double uppercut into her tits, smashing them both up into the air so they smacked the human in the face. Her eyes crossed comically from the fleshy impact hitting just as hard as Freddi’s mitts, standing with her arms hanging limp and groaning groggily in place.

“Aww! Feelin’ sweepy?” Freddi cooed cutely. “And here I was just getting warmed up. Cuz here’s the REAL Freddi force!”

Freddi wound up and threw one huge straight into the center of Brigit’s cleavage. She let out a huge huff, leaving a mist of sweat behind her as she went flying back into another corner. She slumped into the corner, not even strong enough to get an arm over the ropes. She slid like a wet paper towel going down the wall, her head lolling limply to one side. She drooled vacantly over her tits as Freddi’s shadow fell over her, her fists on her curvy hips. The bear smiled down at her before looking back at the shadowy fans.

“Okay, boys and girls! Who wants to see a proper Freddi finish?!” she announced.

The unseen cheers rang out again as Freddi raised her gloves over her head, shaking her hips and breasts around in a surprisingly sensual belly dance for the place Brigit had originally signed up for. She slowly rotated around, facing away from Brigit before thrusting her hips backward. The little stub of a tail was barely noticeable on her big thick ass, especially when it slammed into Brigit’s face like yet another boxing glove nailing her in the head. The human jobber grunted as she was shoved back into the turnbuckle, just for the booty dance to keep rocking back and forth and pummel her into the corner. The butt boxing was as humiliating as it was painful, knocking Brigit in a mind-numbed mess. She found herself moaning and drooling over the bear’s buns as she ground her tight trunks back against her face, smothering her against the corner with a good long rub.

Freddi finally stepped away, blowing more gloved kisses to the crowd. Without that toned booty to hold her up, Brigit just slid down like a gloved up slug. She laid flat on the mats, staring up dizzily at the spotlights. The countdown started going off again and Brigit could barely move a muscle. They were all too sore and exhausted to get her out of this one.

The count had barely reached three when Freddi returned to her and sat down on her stomach. However sexy the fluffy animatronic was, she sure was heavy! Her shapely ass wiggled in to get comfortable as it crushed Brigit’s skinny belly. She fought to catch her breath but Freddi didn’t seem to notice. She just hooked the thumb of her glove on Brigit’s trunks, stretching the waistband out and sliding the rest of her glove inside. She winked at the shadowy fans that whistled and cheered as she started rubbing the thick leather against the blonde’s pussy. Brigit gasped with what little air she had left in her, petering out into a pathetic moan. Her whole body was aching and sensitive, reacting like the glovejob fingering was exactly what it wanted. Freddi sighed dreamily herself as if she didn’t even notice what she was doing.

“Phew! That was exactly what I needed. All that pressure to perform on opening day and I just… bleh! Y’know? It’s so nice to have a place like this where we can just let loose a little and it’s not part of the job or anything.”

Brigit’s eyes fluttered, trying to register what she meant. It wasn’t revenge or a haunting or anything… just for fun? It added up with how playful and happy Freddi had been in her fight… it made Brigit’s head spin to try and think about it. Then again, most things did after that many blows to the head. The firmer, faster rubbing at her pussy didn’t help any, especially with Freddi catching her swollen clit between her glove’s thumb and main fingers. Her trunks were quickly growing soaked in the crotch as she moaned at the slutty robot’s handiwork, even with the gloves on. Brigit grit her teeth, trying to contain her moan. It failed, of course, her mind melting between the exhaustion and arousal until moans and drool were spilling messily out of her mouth. She arched her back, grunting bestially as she found herself soaking her trunks in her orgasm until it ran down her thigh. She flopped on the mat, her ears ringing already so she only noticed the final bell well after the fact.

“The winner is (as always) FREDDI!” a prerecorded woman’s voice played over the speakers.

Freddi squealed happily, bouncing up and down on her butt. It had the seemingly unintentional effect of squashing Brigit’s stomach repeatedly, getting rhythmic grunts out of the creamed (and creaming) loser. The blonde stared groggily up as the animatronic leaned over her, smiling wider than ever.

“That was soooo much fun! Thanks again for fightin’ at Freddi’s!” she chimed.

“But I think you’ve had enough. Nighty night!”

Freddi raised her glove to her face, kissing the spot where the knuckles would be, then drove them into Brigit’s blankly staring face. It was a sweet gesture, but it still didn’t make the punch hurt any less.

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Brigit snapped awake in her chair with a gasp. The only bell she heard was the soft pinging of her alarm going off on her phone. She looked around, not even remembering fully entering the office before the strange curtains got her. She looked around and found no signs of anyone else having entered the room and all of the shredded fabric was missing. She had the same, familiar ache to her body from the lingering phantom pains of her bizarre beating. The only thing out of place was another napkin left on her desk. Bridgit winced as she picked it up.

It was surprisingly plain. Just a generic Five Rounds At Freddi’s napkin they’d give out with snacks. She remembered that they were collectable but this one was a generic group shot of the bots. She flipped it over and found  “Thank you for playing” written across it the white undersize, but it wasn’t the kind she used to get. This was no vaguely threatening novelty napkin or the mad scrawl of the psychos who beat her ass at the original facility. It was obsessively neat, looking like it may have been written with a typewriter or a high-end printer, but it was still damp and fresh enough that a bit of the black rubbed off on her thumb. Brigit glanced up at the monitors, hoping to catch some final movement or tell from the countless screens. The only thing that seemed to move was RAGS, its floppy sleeve still waving gently in the AC.

She groaned and leaned back in her chair. The shift was over, but apparently the new animatronics were just as interested in abducting and beating her ass. They were just a lot more happy and friendly about it, and she couldn’t decide if that made it better or worse for her.