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Most who went to Freddy Pimpbear's Pussy were either trying to satisfy morbid curiosity, or they harbored at least a little shame. Junn was an unusual fringe by going to the club with an open mind and a desire purely for a good time. He read about the place online and thought it sounded pleasant. Both professional reviews and esoteric journals on the subject concurred that it was a fine establishment. It seemed like just the place to go on a summer night.

Past enormous bouncers, through the checkered foyer and into the heart of the club itself went Junn, walking calmly and quietly with his paws down in his pockets. He did not a cut a particularly unusual figure, looking as plain as a wolf, but the especially perceptive - such as Pimpbear's animatronic talent - could see that he had a little coyote to him. He moved efficiently, drawing little attention to himself by nature. It was not unless Junn opened his mouth that he showed his true colors.

It so happened that Junn entered the club during a lull in the energetic performances, during which the famous pair of vixens usually dominated the stage, sometimes solo and other times in a pseudo-lesbian duo. At that moment, the pirate vixen was sitting on the edge of the stage in the wake of a burlesque number. Captivated admirers rubbed her feet. Junn walked near with a contrite little smile on his face.

"Yarr, be the devil's doin' that I gots t'walk on me feet all day," the pirate tutted. Her eyepatch was flipped up, exposing a perfectly intact and luminescent eye. "Work the heel, ye dogs!" she commanded, but with a grin on her face. The men at her beck and call did not mind her bossiness.

"You must be Foxy," said Junn, leaning on the stage. This position put his head very near heart-stopping amounts of hip, ass, and thigh.

Junn earned a few glares from the admirers by encroaching on Foxy so brazenly, but the vixen ignored their territorial behavior. She even antagonized them when she ruffled the fur between Junn's ears. She cackled a hearty pirate laugh. "Ye be knowin' who t'pay yer dues to, lad! Foxy likes that!" she sneered, flipping down the patch with her hook. She leaned over towards Junn. Her full jugs hung free, the pierced nipples stiff in the cool air of the club. "An' what be yer name?" asked Foxy, emphasizing her query by jabbing the blunt back of her hook into his breast.

"I'm Junn," he answered, flitting his eyes down to her hook, then her breasts, and then her single exposed eye. "And you're right," he smiled, "I'm just here paying my dues. I'm new and all that, thought I'd see what the fuss is about this place."

Foxy chuckled. "Arr, 'n what be yer thinkin' so far, lad? What be the fuss?"

Junn thoughtfully rubbed his chin. Then he gave one of Foxy's tits a similar rub and smiled like an imp. "This. And this," he noted, rubbing the other tit. "And definitely this," he added, placing his paw on the side of her ass. "This is the fuss too."

The vixen tickled up under Junn's chin. Warmly she kissed between his ears, leaning very far down to do so. "Yar, ye got it right, says I," Foxy snickered. "An' I suppose ye be wantin' a go wit' ol' Foxy, eh?"

"Me? Oh, nah, looks like your boys here would lynch me if I made off with you," Junn murmured with a smile. "But you're tempting, babe. I wouldn't mind catching some scurvy from you."

"Real silver-tongued devil ye be," Foxy slyly remarked with a swish of her big, bushy tail. "Arr, maybe ye wanna join in rubbin' me feet? Me boys sure ain't givin' th' left one as much lovin' as th' right!" she barked, to which her admirers jumped to action. Satisfied, Foxy let loose a little purr and splayed all her toes for them.

"Seems like they've got it under control," Junn cooed. Feeling bold and knowing the truth about the place, Junn smooched lasciviously upon Foxy's thigh. "I think I'll go try my luck elsewhere. In fact, there was someone I was hoping to meet."

Amused by Junn's kiss but deciding to let it be, the vixen said instead, "Yer, that skinny bitch Mangle be in th' back gettin' her titties twisted by the repair boy."

Junn laughed at the language. "Titties twisted--, oh, I like you. But no, not her. I think her name was Chica."

"Chica," Foxy repeated tonelessly, save for the pirate dialect. "Yar, I think I seen ol' Chica, uh, hrm," she scratched her chin then hooked her thumb over her shoulder. "She be back that-a-ways, thinks I," the vixen shrugged, causing her heavy bust to heave slightly. Most eyes were on that, including Junn's. "Hard t'miss her," the vixen said with a grin.

"I know what she looks like," Junn mildly said. "Thanks for the help, beautiful," purred the coywolf, stepping around the gaggle of men literally at her feet.

"Ye come on back t'Foxy anytime, lad," she growled, tracking him with her eye until he passed the stage.

Past tables where a few patrons ate pizza and drank beer, and after brushing past the titular Pimpbear whom paid Junn little mind besides a polite nod, the coywolf found the girl he was after. A show was just starting back at the stage, a tongue-in-cheek tale of booty told by Foxy told with music and sound effects to match, but Junn had eyes for the chicken, Chica.

Like the cool but maligned smoking kid from a high school PSA, Chica leaned against the rear wall's exposed brick with a well-sucked sucker stick clutched in her beak. She was a considerably different flavor from Foxy and Mangle, dressed like a punk revolutionary's wet dream. A flannel kilt worn slightly askew purposefully showed off a panty line, a distressed black leather jacket hung over her shoulders and open with its collar dogeared and its material stabbed through and cigarette burned, and inside of the jacket, visible in its entirety only for those whom dared to undress her, was a tube top declaring EAT ME in clowny text.

Chica put one buckled boot over the other and slightly popped an eyebrow. "Ay, cabron," she puffed. "Who the fuck are you, eh?"

It sent a shiver down Junn's spine to meet a girl with a little sass. Junn leaned on the wall and leaned in close. Chica towered above him, better than a foot taller than he, and it made the dominance in her gaze all the more potent. "Name's Junn," he said softly. "You must be Chica."

"Si, and what do you want, chico?" she puffed, speaking deftly in spite of the stick.

"What's anybody want in a place like this?" Junn grinned, nonchalantly slipping his paw under her jacket. As he slid his fingers around her plush hip, he also planted a kiss on her cheek where the beak met fluffy down. "A little love."

Chica plucked the stick from her beak and smirked down at Junn. "Love? Mierda! I got none of that. You wanna fuck, let's fuck. But I got no love for you."

Snickering and getting hotter every time Chica opened her beak, Junn slid his fingers under her panty line, then around to her rear. He clutched it firmly beneath the panties. "You're even better than I figured you'd be. Chica the Latino Punk, indeed."

"Pah, that fucking website, they just sell the puta vixens," Chica scoffed. "You sure you don't want them, chico?" she asked, sounding almost thoughtful as she reached around Junn and rubbed his back.

Junn licked Chica's beak. She responded first by nipping his tongue then flicking her own tongue across his jowl. "I'm dead set on you, babe. Just as long as you keep up the dirty talk, perra."

It took a moment, but Chica started to snicker. She squeezed Junn's ass and snapped, "C'mon, gringo, let's you and me go somewhere. You better be grande downstairs, boy."

Chica led Junn back to the rooms. It was an uneventful walk save for the live-in mechanic fumbling with the door to one of the rooms. "Bonnie, quit being a pain in the ass and open up," he puffed, banging a fist firmly on the door. He held a small toolbox full of both exotic and mundane tools. A coquettish giggle sounded from inside. Junn and Chica walked past him without a word. After entering the chick's room, Junn had no idea whether or not the mechanic ever made it into Bonnie's room.

Nothing about Chica's room was surprising. A deceptively plush mattress lay cockeyed on the floor, covered in faux oil stains. Perched on a beat-up workbench was a carburetor, partially disassembled and belonging to a big American motorcycle. A poster on the wall, dogeared and stabbed through with dart wounds, showed Chica herself flipping both middle fingers as she pressed into the big, brown flank of the Pimpbear in a leopard coat, whose presence in the poster cut off at his smirking jaws.

Taking in the lesser details of Chica's room like the tequila bottles and fictional biker leathers pinned to the walls, Junn murmured with a chuckle, "Nice digs you have here."

"Yeah, yeah, I fucking bet," Chica dismissed. She took out her sucker stick thoughtfully, then clutched it back in her grinning beak again. "Off with those pants, pendejo, let's see what I gotta make due with today."

"Make due?" Junn playfully scoffed. He was grinning wide when he undid his fly. Down went his jeans and the briefs underneath, exposing his plumping sheath and matching balls. "You're gonna do more than just make due with this babymaker, puta."

Chica sniggered and brazenly closed her fingers around his sheath. Her cold digits contrasted sharply against his hot, furry flesh and the sensation made Junn moan. "Call me puta again and see what it fucking gets you," she hissed, but her tone was somehow teasing, the words measured just so. It helped that Junn knew she was simply incapable of harming him because of her programming. "Where's this babymaker I heard about, chico? I ain't seein' nothing. Do I need a microscope?"

Whether or not Chica wanted to admit it, Junn's cock was forthcoming. As she molested his sheath, the meat emerged from it before very long. Thick, pinkish-red, pointed at the tip and knotted at the base, it was a delectable canine penis. "There it is, babe," he smugly spat as his knot cleared the mouth of the sheath.

"Heh, yeah, yeah," Chica spat back. Her fingers closed around the shaft and she started to stroke it. Pre drizzled from the tip and moisture gained from inside the sheath clung to it like dew. The bird spread his juices around and lubricated his shaft completely. "Ehhh, I dunno about this, babe," she tutted. "I got a real thing for big boys, you get me? And I ain't feeling this with you," she said with a snicker, grinning hugely. Her eyes were wicked.

The coywolf ground into Chica's downy hand and reached for her tits without shame. He fondled them through crude text and gaudy colors. The round, plump shapes pleased him and his tail wagged. "Talk about rude," he smiled, snout tilted down, peeping at her from the tops of his eyes. "Your cunt's gouged like the Grand Canyon and you're taking it out on guys like me. Sorry we're not all horses, baby."

A little fluster burned in Chica's expression. She scoffed to dismiss it and groped on Junn's knot. The coywolf groaned and the advantage was briefly Chica's. "Yeah, whatever you say, hijo de puta, but don't you forget that you came to me, got it? Huh?"

"Yeah," Junn meekly answered, his smile big and wide with an obvious blush to go with it. "You're a real bitch, aren't you? I really fucking like that," he growled. He squeezed tightly on Chica's jugs, denting the flesh.

Chica arched her chest into his mitts. She was wet from the opposition and the mutual fondling helped. Suddenly she swatted off his paws and clicked her beak dangerously near his nose, dropping her stick in the process without seeming to care. "Kneel the fuck down, chico!" she squawked, enforcing his compliance by shoving down on his shoulders. She yanked her kilt high and shoved her panties down to her knees. Before Junn made peace with the idea of eating out her wet cunt, she twisted around on her toes and thrust her fine ass back against his snout. "Eat me out, cabron! Eat my fuckin' ass!"

Junn puffed. "Uhn, shit." Lust put a strain in his voice. He grabbed Chica's fantastic ass cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing the cleavage of her crack. He nosed deep inside, rubbing his nose in the softest down yet, savoring her plush bird fur before grinding his nostrils against her snug pucker. It clenched for him, winking on his nose. She bucked her ass back, better packing his snout into the cheeks.

"Make with the tonguing already, chico," she nagged, cupping the back of his head. With a grind back and a pull inward, she coaxed her admirer to start rimming her.

A submissive role was fine and well for Junn. He harbored thoughts of bending Chica over and plowing her in the ass; something to make her squawk and fuss. Ordered onto his knees with his tongue against her anus was a fine place to be, too. He licked and loved her anal entrance, offering it worship which his words were too snide to give with any sincerity. His tongue was still doing the talking, but without the coy veneer of language. Dragging the muscle across her asshole over and over let Junn show the chick that he didn't mind being the bitch.

Chica rhythmically gyrated against Junn's snout. Her body pleased him greatly, and eating her animatronic ass helped him maintain his erection without touching it. Pre oozed from the tip of his cock, drizzling down the shaft, soaking into the sheath fur. Chica was wet in the same vein and her honey, addled with fake pheromones engineered for maximum arousal, trickled down her thigh.

Junn unhanded Chica's cheeks and stroked up her downy body. He rubbed up her front and pushed her tube top up along the way. Chica smirked and lay her hands over his paws as they bared, then cupped her breasts. Chica tutted, "Going for my tits, eh. Who said you could touch those?"

But Junn didn't answer, and he closed his paws around her jugs without stopping to ask permission. He tweaked the nipples and kneaded the plush bulk in firm, symmetrical grips. Chica groaned, "Fucking dick. Guess I'll let this slide since you eat good ass."

In the face of his growing control, Junn's rimjob was becoming tenuous. He smacked his lips against her anus and suckled its rim but only briefly. When he defiantly pulled back his snout, he bit her on the ass cheek. Chica gasped but snickered. "Hon, I'm all for tonguing your butthole," he growled, "but I was hoping for a little more than that."

Chica was outright vexing when sneered, "Oh yeah? Big surprise, chico."

"Shut it, puta, or we're gonna see how much you like a knot up your ass," Junn warned.

Meaningless though threats of sexual pain were for animatronics, Chica treated the threat as real when she pouted, "Pah! As if you got the balls to hold me down." Whatever Junn wanted to do, Chica was ready for it one way or another. She swatted off his paws and pulled away from his nipping snout. With a snicker, she waggled her butt in his face, shaking her tail plumage colorfully.

Enamored with Chica's rear, Junn leaned forward to follow it and nearly fell on his face when it moved too far to rest on. In spite of drooling foolishly over her ass, he didn't lose countenance. He scooted closer on his knees and smacked her ass from the side, making the flesh bounce slightly. Foxy's would jiggle more, he thought, letting a dreamy grin settle in on his snout. But that curvy, scurvy booty was for later. Junn gripped Chica's behind again and dangerously growled, "I've about had it with the attitude, woman."

Looking over her shoulder, Chica let Junn see that she was smirking, challenging him as usual. "Callar! You want me to take you seriously, you stand up and act like a fucking man. 'Till then, you ain't nothing but a fucking ass-licker to me." She pulled away from him again and twisted around. To show Junn just how little his needs meant, she tugged her tube top back into place and pulled her panties up. All she didn't fix was the kilt, but that hung so crookedly to begin with that it barely mattered.

Junn never considered outright demanding Chica's respect. If commanded to do so, Chica would give it without question. There was no fun in that, no thrill. Junn stroked his penis briefly to fluff. He stood and stepped out of his bottoms, then pulled his shirt up and off. The grin on his face straddled a line between playfulness and wickedness, and when he advanced on Chica, the chick momentarily backpedaled and cracked a single, nervous laugh.

"'Ey, easy! Down, boy!" Chica tutted, letting herself be backed into the wall. Junn closed the gap and Chica braced her downy hands on his breast, giving him a gentle rub with her fingers. "Mmm, buenas, you're pretty fucking toned, huh?"

Quirks aside, Junn was still a male, and compliments to his masculinity melted him like butter in a warm skillet. He chuckled smugly and pressed his taut pecs into Chica's hands. "Good of you to finally notice."

Chica chuckled and rubbed his nipples. Junn closed his eyes. "Couldn't see before, chico. Gimme a fucking break here."

"It's fine with me - now we're getting somewhere," said Junn, pecking a kiss on Chica's cheek. He lingered against her, then started to laugh when he said, "Okay, you've seen my tits. Let's see yours."

The bird grinned. "'Ey, yeah, but they ain't as nice as yours, carino."

"It's a chance I'm willing to take," Junn dryly said, pulling down Chica's tube top. Her breasts spilled out of the fabric's grip and bounced to a halt. Her pink nipples were hard already, and the coywolf grumbled in approval just as he pressed his lips into one.

Chica leaned back into the wall and arched her spine, pushing her tit firmly into the mixed wolf's mouth. Junn blushed at the feeling but suckled her cold nipple all the time, and then he ground his swollen penis against her through the lopsided kilt and panties.

"Heh, let me take care of that little problem, si?" she all but giggled, pushing down her panties. She popped the two concealed buttons in the hem of her kilt, and it fell to the floor. Chica's lower half was offered completely to Junn.

Crooning, Junn ground his cock against Chica's pubic mound. The chicken rubbed down his naked back until she found and gripped his ass cheeks. "Nice fucking behind you got on you, chico. I bet the fuckin' Pimpbear would like it," she sniggered.

Leaving Chica's tit with his slyest of grins, Junn tutted, "Guess we'll never know." He chained his kisses up along her breast, on her collarbone, and finally her neck, where he finished with a gnaw. Chica softly moaned and tilted her head. "Ass or pussy? I have the hardest time picking."

Smiling, eyelids low, Chica shot a coquettish look at Junn and said, "As if. You know you want to fuck my butt, boy."

"Yeah," Junn suddenly grinned. "I really do."

Another rare giggle from Chica. She grabbed Junn's cock and groped its shaft tightly enough that the coywolf whined, albeit only in pleasure. "The way you were lickin' it, I can tell, baby. So let's do it, I wanna have that knot inside me, chico. You're gonna stretch the fuck out of me."

"Damn right I am," puffed Junn, slavering upon Chica's neck. "Fuck. I am so glad I came here."

"Hah, me too," Chica murmured. "I figured you were gonna fuck Foxy. Glad you made the right choice, carino," said the bird with genuine sweetness. She licked his cheek in lieu of lips to kiss with, then pushed away from him.

Chica started to slip off her jacket but Junn grabbed her wrist. "Nuh-uh, leave it on," he cooed.

"Whatever you say, babe." Chica did away with the panties still around her ankles, rendering herself totally bottomless. At first she got down on her all fours, but then she thought of the coywolf's affection for her boobs. She dropped and rolled onto her back, held her perfect legs up and apart, and hooked her hands around the knees to facilitate such a spread - or to give the effect of having to grab her legs. Chica could have held any awkward position, but the little touches added authenticity.

Junn stared thoughtfully at Chica's offered anus and the coincidentally presented slit of her pussylips. The ass was still what he craved the most but he knelt and smushed his nose in against her cunt. Chica curled her toes in her boots. "Mierda, thought you were gonna fuck my ass, babe," she sniggered. "But, ay, this works too!"

By slopping his tongue through the split of Chica's labia, Junn made the chicken shiver. He nibbled the button her clit and outright bit her pubic mound. "I'm still gonna plow your butt, I just like to explore all my options, you know?" he said, grinning.

Chica grinned back. She pulled her legs up further still, until her kneecaps nearly touched her breasts. "I got lube in the dresser over there," she said, nodding in the direction of said furniture. "Unless you wanna use your slobber, chico."

"Didn't I already slobber you up?" Junn asked, cocking an eyebrow up. He laughed. "You just want my tongue up your ass again!"

Chica's grin was incriminating, but she was shameless anyway. "Well, yeah! Puta like me likes having her ass kissed, baby. Like it any way I can get it."

Dispensing a lewd growl, Junn granted Chica's exact remark by kissing the pucker of her anus. He gave it no swabs of his tongue and no more consideration, and as simply as that, he scooted closer and gripped his cock around the knot, using that grip to steady his penis. He chewed his bottom jowl and pressed against her pucker. As the point of it notched against Chica's anus, he looked into her eyes and met her desperate face with a smile. "Tell me you need it."

"Hey, coger a su madre!" she defiantly spat. "I don't fucking beg, boy!"

The authentic spice in Chica's tone left Junn's tail wagging and chest cavity rumbling. He groped a thigh in his free mitt and drove his meat in with a cruel buck. Chica squawked and trembled, curling her toes inside her boots and tightening her grip on her legs.

"Fuck, fuck me, bastardo," she whimpered. Junn knew he could push any of the animatronics as far as he wanted, even without lube. His knot met her clenching asshole quickly and painfully. "Uuugh, you're a dick!"

"A big one, with a big knot," Junn tittered. His tail swished and wagged. "What a tight butthole you have."

Chica's synthetic muscles kneaded the coywolf's meat. The supple flesh squeezed down and invited him further inside. It secreted tiny amounts of lubricant from a reservoir within her body, slicking her rectal walls and Junn's invading meat with colorless, odorless, and very effective lube. Junn did not notice upon pulling back that his penis was being lubricated. Pimpbear and company did many such little things behind the scenes to give their clients the best time possible while still preserving pretenses of cruelty, if they were so desired.

"Tight asshole, yeah," Chica petulantly grunted, "no thanks to you, pendejo."

"Oh, shut your hole--, beak, whatever," Junn snapped. He swatted away Chica's grasping hands on her legs and draped himself across her. Nose to beak, between the large punk's splayed legs, Junn felt powerful and content in his masculinity. Unaware of the passive lubrication, he started to fuck the animatronic. Each inward thrust smacked his knot into the opened ring of her anus, pounding the quivering orifice threateningly.

Panting, grunting, Chica wrapped her taut legs around Junn but did little to restrain him. She held him around the neck with her arms and forced his snout into her cleavage, where Junn was happy to let his face rest. Rotten nothings in English and Spanish squeaked past her beak, filling the air with profanity. Even her sweetest statements were tinted lewd. Junn lapped up the remarks and fucked her all the more strongly, mashing his knot against her asshole again and again. Soon a wet suckle resounded from the penetration, his meat plunging her slippery rear. Both creatures blushed and grinned in embarrassment.

"Shi-i-it, you're wearing me the fuck out here, chico," Chica whined. "Easy, take it fuckin' easy on me."

Junn was adamant. He clenched his fists on the floor and mashed his knot into her anal entrance with renewed zeal, driven to a lurid frenzy by her pleas. "Much as a bitch as you've been, you're gonna take my knot and like it, you bossy whore," he barked. Over and over he bucked, smacking that knot against her and dragging his nuts across her rear plumage. Had it been possible, Chica's anus would have been bruised. Instead it simulated damage with a bit of swelling, becoming thick and puffy around Junn's meat. The coywolf was panting in arousal and nearing his climax.

"Fuck," Chica grunted, grimacing and glaring at the sprung-up little wolf making her asshole his fuckthing. "Gonna fucking get you for this one, you fuckin' hijo de puta!"

"My mom's a what? Takes one to know one, I guess," Junn said, grinning big and toothy. But his words were rough and taut. His motions were stiffening. He bumped his knot against her just a few more times, and then he pressed it in with everything he had. Chica's anus defied him until the end but when the bulb of the knot popped into her, she dispensed with a whore's moan, matching the tone of Junn's own abiding rumble.

Junn could not remark on Chica's slutty cry, him being too preoccupied with his own climax for such teasing. He shot his load into her ass, coating her massaging rectal walls in his spunk. He groaned into her breasts. The chicken rubbed down his back and puffed indignantly. "Had to fucking knot me."

"Yeah, I did," Junn sighed, sounding dreamy and very content. He fell slack against Chica but his tail swished madly. "Good god, that was fucking perfect."

Chica groused unintelligibly. Junn was too satiated to press the matter and he all but snoozed against the bird's large, cold body to the tune of twenty minutes. Then with a start, he got up on his knees and braced his paws on her thighs. Chica blinked and blushed.

"The fuck are you doing? Leave that in, it's gonna hurt like hell if you yank that out, chico!" she fussed, glaring holes into him with embarrassed eyes.

"It sure is," Junn teased, tickling the slit of her cunt momentarily, just enough to make her shiver. He pulled back then, yanking and tugging against Chica's hesitant anus. The bird grunted and huffed, unused to passing knots.

"Ugh! Maybe the slut pirate can do this with a smile on her bitch face, but I ain't that loose, pendejo! Ease up!"

At no point that evening had Junn ever thought of Chica as unable to take abuse. He had respect for her character and thought there was more to her than just some programming, but at the same time, she was a fucktoy, and he was her temporary master. He ignored the bitching and pulled his knot out with a pop. Like being left holding the rope in a tug-o-war, Junn flopped back on his ass and yelped, but his cry was muffled by Chica's pained squawk. Her anus was left gaped, puffy, and winking.

"Agh, cabron! You son of a whore..." she grumbled, holding her legs up again just to grip onto them. "Fuck."

Junn sat up and admired the splendor of Chica's abused anus, leaking his semen. He trailed a finger around the rim and ignored her little, pained hiss. "Good luck sitting down now," he sneered. Surprising even himself then, he stood up on his tired legs and stretched his arms and back. "One more thing, baby, and I'll fuck off."

"Anything if it means you'll go the fuck away, yeah," Chica tutted, moving to her knees as tiredly as Junn had reoriented. "What's it gonna be, chico, eh?"

"You're gonna hurt my feelings," the coywolf said in a dry voice. He rubbed Chica's head condescendingly, smoothing back the punky wave of hair on her head. She clicked her beak at his paw. "You'd better kiss my ass if you want me to come back."

"Hah! As if, boy," snarked Chica, resting her hands on her knees. "Now what'chu _really_want?"

Junn grinned and turned slowly. He perked his taut ass back and slightly inclined. "Just told you, baby. Kiss my ass."

The bird was deadpan as she grasped Junn's cheeks. "With what lips, dumbshit?"

Junn huffed. "Improvise, use your tongue, come on."

Snickering in a way that informed Junn she was being difficult for the hell of it, Chica tugged apart Junn's ass cheeks and stole her tongue up the back of his balls, along his taint and right across his puckered anus. Sweat clung to his ass crack and Chica greedily wicked it away, sniffing his musk in the same moment.

"Hell, you got a real nice ass, like a real slut," Chica snickered. "You sure you wouldn't let Freddy fuck it, 'ey? I'd like to see it."

Resplendent in the pleasure of Chica's skillful, if not reserved rimjob, Junn surprised even himself when he said maybe. "I mean," he added a moment later, "he's a good-looking bear. Just, guys aren't my thing most of the time."

"Sure," Chica said, voice dripping sarcasm. She tickled his asshole with the tip of her tongue. "You just like getting your butthole tongued, yeah, you sound straight to me!"

"Shut the hell up already," Junn laughed. He pulled his ass away from Chica, but the chicken got in one more slurp on the cheek. Mirroring Junn's earlier spill, Chica nearly fell on her face when the coywolf pulled his ass away. She dragged her tongue along the edges of her beak and huffed.

"Hope you had a good time, baby," she hissed. "You gonna come back sometime?"

Collecting his clothes and putting them on as he found them, Junn said, "Most definitely. I gotta fuck Foxy's butt next." He paused, then grinned down at her. She was still kneeling, now with arms folded across her chest. "Just to say I did! I'm gonna come back to you every other time, puta."

"That's better, boy," chuckled the bird. "Bring that sweet ass back to me again."

"You know it, babe," Junn growled. He pecked Chica's cheek and slipped out the door. But before he left the club, he looked briefly for Foxy. She was nowhere to be seen, but Junn didn't look very hard anyway.

Instead, Freddy found Junn and asked in his endearingly sleazy way, with both paws clutching the knob of his cane, "Did one of papa bear's perfectly pimpin' pussies pleasure you, good sir?"

"Indeed," Junn smiled. "But, uh," he slipped up and under the tacky zebra print of papa Pimpbear's coat and pressed into the blubbery bulk, "said pussy told me there's a guy named Freddy I ought to spend some time with."

Freddy's face idled at grinning, but it widened now to include most of his teeth. He closed a beefy mitt around Junn's posterior and gave it a squeeze. "Why yes there is, and he seems to have a little free time right here, right now," said the bear. "Won't you step into my office, little man?"

And Junn did. It was his little way of giving Chica one final sassing that he didn't let her watch Freddy ream him.