Five Rounds At Freddi’s (Patreon)

Just a random idea that I’m sure is exactly what a few readers needed. A Five Nights at Freddy’s parody of a big titted security guard boxing cursed animatronics. Turns out tireless, padded machines programmed to box do it really well! Definitely more on the dommy side compared to my usual matches. No idea how well a place like this would do in reality unless you had the right mix of pervs and kids into fighting in the area.

Still figuring who all would be the future mascots/opponents, so didn’t go overboard there. Open on ideas, if folks want more, but probably think about that before anything.

Five Rounds At Freddi’s was a strange place, but Brigit needed a job. It was a gimmicky play place meant to inspire kids to exercise. Brigit always suspected it was a rebranding trick after serving pizza for so long before that.

Nowadays, it centered around animatronic boxing. Some of the mascot characters would put on show fights for waiting customers but mostly they were here to box with them themselves. The robots weren’t made to actually hurt anyone but they could knock you down when they wanted to. More often they were there to give kids sparrow advice or let them win to feel better about themselves like big furry stress balls. And of course the occasional adult creep who was way too into this kind of thing for Btigit’s liking.

Thankfully, she didn’t have to watch any of that. She had night watch duty, a spot that had been open for a long time for whatever reason. Considering it was this or take that job at Hooters, the chesty blonde accepted the strange and dull-looking position.

Brigit sat in her secure little office, putting her feet up on the table in front of her. All she had was her uniform, a walky talky, and a series of monitors showing one of the cameras around the plaza. Apparently this was why they wanted a guard there in the first place; the cameras were in most of the rooms to record especially fun scenes for promotions or to keep the kids in check, but they had some issue with the generators. They only wanted one monitor on at a time, so she had to periodically switch between them. It felt like the dumbest idea in her life, but she put up with it for a decent paycheck.

Brigit was a curvy girl, so she was packed tight into her standard issue uniform. She had huge, round boobs that most girls would kill for (before reconsidering the back pain) and childbearing hips despite being in her late 20s. Her bright blonde hair was tied neatly back in a long ponytail behind her visor. The visor and the badge-like patch on her chest bot had the FRAF logo with the cheerful cartoon bear on it, robbing it of any authority it might have inspired in her.

“Boring… boring…” Brigit muttered, clicking lazily between cameras.

She managed to figure out there was an automatic rotation button and switched it on, letting her free up her hands to browse on her phone. The console just clicked every few minutes, switching to another of the rooms or rings. Every so often there was a limply resting animatronic; roughly human size and shape, but with distinctly animal heads. Boxing gloves seemed to be permanently stuck on each of their hands, since they didn’t do much else. Gabby Gator, for one, remained propped upright on her charging station near one of the rings, her large jaws hanging open in a gawking smile that unsettled Brigit.

She started paying less and less attention to her duties. Her eyes barely glanced at the cameras, and a few hours into her late shift, she barely noticed herself dozing off. She was completely out when Banana Anna, a happy purple monkey in twintails, started to twitch on the camera of her own accord. She vanished out of sight the second the camera rotated off of her.

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Brigit had no idea how, but she woke up slumped into the corner of one of the practice rings. She blinked the sleep away, grimacing as she recognized the brightly colored walls of tacky, swiss cheese yellow. Even with the lights out, she could tell. Corny posters with jokes and tips were all over, like Freddi raising a gloved hand over her head.

“Put em up! Raise a hand for a time out to ask your playmate a question!” it explained.

“What the fuck…? How did I get here?”

Brigit rubbed at her eyes, only to feel some thick, soft leather against her face. She looked down to realize she had been changed out of her uniform. Someone had dressed her in some dark purple-pink boxing gloves and a blue set of trunks and sports bra with white stripes on the edges. The tight top made her boobs look even bigger, but at least it gave her some support rather than looking ready to burst at the buttons like her uniform.

“Goooood morning~!!” chimed a happy, squeaky voice from overhead.

It reminded Brigit of the girls who always tried to sound too happy at her old jobs or at college. God, she’d gone to college for this…

“Welcome, everybody, to Five Rounds At Freddi’s! I super hope you’re ready for some glove-bumpin’ fun! We’ve got a super special guest today, so please welcome Brigit Alwoooood! Hope she’s better at guarding than she is at being an actual guard~!”

There was some canned laughter over the speakers as a spotlight flashed over her head, illuminating Brigit and her corner.

“And her opponent! The squeaky toy who squeezes back! The miraculous mouse powerhouse! Give a big friendly Freddi howdy-do to Carolinaaaa~!”

The rest of the ring lights flashed on, leading over to the opposite corner. There was one of the animatronics, standing and fully animated. It was a mouse girl, but most of her mousey features ended around her face. She had big round ears poking out of some curly hair, and a little button nose of a snout with some cute buck teeth sticking out. The way her mouth moved it was clear that she was the one doing the announcing despite being in the room already. Carolina was short for a human (though huge for a mouse), falling short of 5 feet tall without the ears. Her plasticky smooth skin was sunflower yellow, supposed to be fur Brigit guessed, and she wore a similar outfit to the guard’s new attire. Green gloves and a mix of purple and green for her tight shorts and top. For someone so small, the mouse certainly had more distinctly female curves than Brigit would have thought to put on a children’s mascot. She probably could have picked up her share of boys out at the club with tits and ass like that, but not so much with the ears and visible doll joints.

“Er… hi, Carolina,” Brigit said uncertainly.

She remembered the poster and raised a gloved hand. With a faint whirring noise, Carolina’s eyes widened eagerly.

“Yes! You had a question about the rules?”

“Uhhh no. I’m asking why the hell I’m here. And wearing this.”

Brigit gestured to her clingy boxing gear.

“Excellent question! You’re at Five Rounds At Freddi’s! For some family-friendly fighting fun!”

“I know what the place is. Why am I dressed like I’m gonna fight?” Brigit demanded.

“Because you are. You’re our latest guest, right?”

“No. I’m an employee. Why else would I be wearing… I mean I WAS wearing a uniform.”

Carolina gave a barely interested little hum of a noise. Her shutter-like eyes batted her long lashes a few times before she shrugged.

“Oh. Sorry. But we already booked the match. And we don’t get to go all out often when it’s just the kids around.”

Brigit frowned. She realized she had no idea just how smart these things were supposed to be, but they must be pretty advanced to do all the things they did. Still, forcing her into matches and changing her clothes did feel a bit more than they should have been capable of. And just what did the robot mean by “all out?”

“C’mon! It’ll be fun! Ding ding! Hop to it, bop to it~!”

A ring bell rang from the same speakers and Brigit shook her head in frustration. The mousegirl came bouncing out of her corner, her gloves up in a little dance of fancy footwork and shuffling gloves.

“Whatever. I’ll knock your ass out and just file a bug report in the morning,” Brigit growled.

She had a few self-defense courses under her belt, so she at least knew how to throw a punch. She clenched her fists inside her glove and stormed up to the prancing animatronic. Considering she was a tiny thing that was used to fighting children, she didn’t think it would take much to put her down.

She was wrong. She threw a firm blow at Carolina’s head, but the mouse easily darted around it. Brigit frowned and threw a couple more, but she zipped around those two. She wove past the second one and snapped a firm, full swinging haymaker into the taller blonde’s slender stomach. Brigit huffed loudly and doubled over, clutching her belly as best she could with her gloves on. She coughed wetly as she bent over with her big breasts bouncing around.

Carolina didn’t stop there as she smashed an uppercut between her human opponent’s legs. Brigit let out a horrified howl as her thick thighs squeezed protectively around her pulsing pussy. She doubled over completely, leaving her huge tits hanging like low-hanging fruit. Even as Brigit cried out in pain, she couldn’t be surprised when the short mouse started pummeling her boobs around like speedbags with a storm of stinging punches. They even smacked into them with the same leathery sound.

“You’re more fun than the usual guests!” Carolina praised as she pounded the guard’s boobs silly.

Brigit let out a long, droning groan as her chest was vibrated by the punching. She managed to bring a hand up in front of her boobs to at least keep herself from being a constant target. Tired of getting used like a plaything for the… plaything, the busty blonde growled and took a vengeful haymaker at Carolina’s face. It caught her right in the nose, sending the animatronic’s head spinning around and around. The mouse stumbled back a step, giving Brigit a flash of hope before the machine girl just reached up and caught her head. It stopped facing forward and flashed the guard another cheery smile.

“Ooh! WAY more fun!” Carolina chimed like the heavy hit hadn’t affected her at all.

“I’m starting to see why everyone thinks you’re all so punchable,” Brigit groaned.

She didn’t have the time to do more than that. The stubby mousegirl hopped up and launched a huge uppercut into her chin. Brigit’s head whipped backward in a splash of blonde hair, sweat and spittle flying around her face. She landed with a heavy and pathetic thud at the mouse’s booted feet. The fallen guard let out a drunken moan as Carolina paced a happy little circle around her to admire her handiwork.

“Looks like somebody’s sleeping on the job!” she teased the busty and dizzy guard.

Brigit suddenly snapped out of her stupor when one of Carolina’s tiny shiny boots stepped on her crotch. The busty blonde shrieked and tried to cover herself up, but the clumsy gloves kept her from doing anything more than some mild pushing. Even that just scooted the boot around, grinding it over her mound in a way that was much more stimulating than she’d like to admit. Carolina just smiled and put more weight on the offending foot, bouncing playfully in place. She was too small to be that heavy but it was enough to send painful surges through her groin.

“Oh fuck!! Fuck you! Get off!”

“It's so nice to have an adult over for playtime!” the cutely cruel android chimed.

She finally removed her boot from Brigit’s pussy, letting her gloves cup her aching crotch. It felt like Carolina had used it like a trampoline. The mousey boxer just giggled and pranced around her before stepping over Brigit with one foot. Her ass came dropping down hard, the round booty hitting Brigit’s gut harder than even her animatronic fists could.

Carolina grabbed the front of Brigit’s top, pulling it so she was forced to sit up in front of her. Her heavy tits started to flop out the bottom of the stretched out top.

“Don’t tell me you’re tired already. I wanted to play all night~!” the robot chirped.

“How the… isn’t this against the rules or something?” Brigit mumbled out desperately.

Carolina let out a delighted laugh. Her sweet smile and friendly eyes shifted into a more sinister tone.

“You’re on Freddi’s rules now, bitch,” she explained, somehow keeping the same sweet tone.

Her fist started to pump like a jackhammer, pummeling Brigit’s face repeatedly. The blonde’s head rocked back and forth like it was mounted on a spring, flopping right back into the next incoming punch. Her eyes rolled and her mouth hung open, emitting a low but constant moan and a steady trickle of drool splashing off her lips. It smudged against the persistent glove, smacking more wetly against her face like an overly aggressive kiss.

Somewhere in the dizzying beatdown, Brigit lost all track of time. Her boobs had flopped out of her top, jiggling around as Carolina beat her brains out. She started to count on the idea that the smaller girl would get tired eventually, only to remember that she was boxing an animatronic. She would NEVER get tired from knocking her senseless while Brigit was left a sweaty, half-dressed mess.

“Come on! Come on! Can’t box like that, lazybones!”

The mouse mockingly encouraged her opponent in her sugary sweet tone. She pulled on Brigit’s top, but the overworked garment ripped off in her grasp. The security guard flopped back in a pathetic pool of her own sweat. Carolina just shrugged and caught her gloves under Brigit’s armpits, forcing her up enough to drape her arms over the top ropes. The blonde human’s legs gave out immediately, limply drooping off to either side.

“Tired already? I thought a guard would have lots of energy!” the shortstack boxer teased.

She stepped to Brigit, whose body had slumped low enough that she had to grip the ropes in the crook of her gloves. Her vision blurred but she could see as Carolina’s huge, plush plastic boobs pushed against her face. Brigit had literally stooped so low that the short mouse could tower over her.

“Need a little pickmeup? I got just the thing to get you going…”

While Brigit choked on Carolina’s tits, the animatronic’s glove caressed its way down the beaten human’s body. She let loose some muffled complaints as she felt up her bruising body, but she found herself moaning as the mouse’s mitts cupped her huge, sweaty tits. The slight relief of her groping and lifting the weight from them was enough to turn her on immensely after all the pain and discomfort she’d been put through.

“That’s a lot better, huh? We’re gonna have lotsa fun,” Carolina assured her.

Brigit just nodded submissively. Between having her bell rung and being stuck drooling over the big fake boobs, it was all she really could do.

Carolina giggled and bent over, rubbing one glove over Brigit’s crotch. She didn’t even have to remove her trunks to make her hump against the same glove that had been pounding her earlier. She was so lightheaded and horny that she couldn’t resist the pugilist’s gloved fingering. Carolina’s teasing giggle rang in her head as she threw a fresh low blow into Brigit’s crotch. The battered guard emitted a mewling moan as the glove connected with her swollen clit. The surge of pain and arousal coursed through her side by side until she couldn’t tell which shock to her system was which. She just wailed and shook her head, which motorboated herself between the short robot’s boobs.

“Oh you want moooore? I can give you more!”

Brigit nodded. Or shuddered. Even she wasn’t sure anymore. She just gasped and moaned as the busty animatronic kept switching between punching and rubbing her increasingly soaked crotch. Brigit’s legs just splayed apart, too weak or too unwilling to resist the pussy pounding. Her eyes rolled back from pleasure and lack of air, her heart racing and clit pulsing.

One more pelvis-rattling uppercut and she let out a huge, muffled scream. Brigit shamelessly creamed her trunks, soaking the front in her pussy juices that leaked right through the fabric. Carolina giggled impishly as she ground the glove in her crotch, rubbing in her embarrassing orgasm.

“Wooopsy! Looks like we got a cleanup in ring number 1,” she announced jokingly.

The mousegirl rose back to her full height. Brigit could only stare with half-lidded eyes, exhausted between cumming and being pounded by the tireless machine. Carolina wound up her glove again, glistening in the spotlights with her fresh cum coating the padded fist. The recent orgasm left Brigit surprisingly welcoming to the idea as the creamy fist smashed into her face one more time. Her busty body jerked and she landed flat on the mats, drooling as her huge breasts cushioned her fall while taking the worst of the landing. The busty mouse bot’s sweetly mocking giggle was the last thing haunting her as she blacked out.

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Brigit awoke with a yelp. She shook her head and patted herself down. Her muscles ached but she felt much better than she felt… whenever that was. She looked around, finding herself seated back in her chair in front of the security monitors. The clock showed it was almost 5am, a few minutes away from the end of her shift. She was back in her uniform like nothing had happened but a very vivid dream.

And yet there on the workstation was her boxing outfit. It was neatly folded like fresh laundry and it had a colorful little card on top. Brigit warily picked it up, just as there was a knock at the door. She nearly jumped out of her skin before she heard the knocker speak.

“Hey, new girl! How was your first night on duty!? Bored out of your mind yet!?” a jovial man’s voice called through the door.

Brigit went through the motions of clocking out of the bizarre job and went back to her car. She clearly remembered what had happened in the ring; even more vividly than she remembered most of her real life. It had to have been some combination nightmare and wet dream…

She looked at the card. There was a winking Carolina the mouse posing and flexing on the front.

“Better luck next time! You’re always welcome back at Freddi’s!”

The simple printout looked like a consolation prize for some kid who couldn’t cut it. But when she googled it on her phone she found nothing. Just some rumors about mysterious sightings and disappearances around the shop.

When Brigit looked back at the store starting to open up, she swore that the plump, curvy boxing bear mascot on the sign turned to catch her eye and winked right at her. A promise of more to come, and a reminder of just how many animatronic opponents were waiting for her to come back and play.

Brigit shivered, started her car, and found herself counting the hours until her next shift.