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“Roxy?”
Chica blunk sleepily as her systems onlined, her optics remaining dull in her darkened room, but still sending a pale blue glow into the air. Two lean muscled mechanical arms held her around her waist, softly stroking her silky feathers as warm artificial breath ghosted against her forehead. The hen squirmed lightly, pushing at the arms that held her.
“Shhh, j’s let me hold you.” The she-wolf in front of her slurred out, burying her snout in the crook of Chica’s neck and licking there affectionately, making a quiet mechanical purring noise.
The hen clucked at the sudden assault to her neck, and lightly shoved at Roxy, making the canine scowl softly, her ears flicking back in disappointment. Chica stretched and yawned, letting fresh air filter through her frame.
“We need to get up.”
“N’we don’t. Got n’ hour.”
“Yes, and knowing you we’ll be late anyways.”
“C’mon-” Roxy whined, repeatedly nuzzling into her girlfriend's neck, pulling a squawk from her. Chica sighed heavily, flopping back down into the comfort of the bed and looking to the wolf skeptically.
“Don’t you and that new mechanic have go-carts to fix? The kiddos are relentless in their destruction of company property. You should get a jump on that.”
“Mmph. There’s plenty of time for me ‘n Maeve to fix shit. She’s good at her job. Doesn’t need me. Besides, m’ quite happy right-” Roxy softly kissed the hen’s neck, “-here.”
Chica sighed heavily, and relaxed back into her bed, shifting so her legs tangled with the wolf’s and trilling happily when she saw the canine's tail flop around under the blanket.
“Ugh… Fine… Just- Just a little longer. But if we’re late Monty wont let us hear the end of it. All we’ll hear is sex jokes and kissing noises. He’s shockingly good at both for a children’s entertainer.”
Roxy huffed out a laugh, her left ear twitching in amusement. “Just threaten to tell Freddy about the crush that the overgrown lizard has on him. Won’t say shit about us after that.”
“Roxy!” Chica giggled, playfully hitting the wolf’s chest. “I can’t do that! That would be rude, and I think he’d actually stop talking after that. Like, no vocalizations at all. Well, he’d probably make that weird alligator bellowing noise when Freddy’s around him- but I don’t think it would be very nice to do.”
“Pft. Coward.” Roxy mumbed, pressing a soft kiss to Chica’s forehead.
“Not a coward. You’re just a very rude wolf.” The chicken said, resting her forehead on the wolf’s own.
Roxy ruffed lightly, her tail slapping against the sheets. She tilted her head for a moment, looking fondly into Chica’s pale optics before pressing a deep kiss to her beak
“Mmm… Love being here. Love loving on you. You're so pretty like this. You're always pretty though.”
The white hen ducked her helm at the wolf’s words, hiding her head from the praise.
“Don’t look away when I compliment you. You will take every word of praise I serve to you, or I’ll… I don’t know what I’ll do, but you won't like it.” Roxy growled out, aggressively kissing the hen once more, and gripping her hip almost posessively, making the other animatronic's facial feathers tint pink.
“Mmm… My pretty chick. The best chick, all for me…” There was a soft predatory glint in the she-wolf's golden optics, and Chica shivered.
A quiet beep sounded over the intercom, alerting the animatronics that they needed to awake from their recharge cycles, and ready themselves for a day of performance.
“Roxy, now we really need to get up.”
“Shhh… Just a little bit longer.”
“Roxy!”
“Just a little.”
The hen sighed, intertwining her hand with Roxy’s.
“Fine. Just a little longer.”