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"I know this technically isn't allowed but.. what do you think it would do to us." Bonnie questioned, fiddling with the previously-opened bottle of rum in his hands. Being the bartender at the bowling alley had many potential advantages. He always had access to whatever laid behind him, tech obviously wouldn't assume he'd ever get into it.
"Bonnibel that's nonsense, it probably wouldn't do anything to you besides mess up your systems and I don't want you to do that to yourself." the brown bear above him stated simply. Freddy's disapproving glance was hidden enough but still stood sternly.
"Yeah but I mean.. won't really know until we try." the rabbit shrugged softly, avoiding eye contact with the other.
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Hours have passed, Freddy was long gone and Bonnie was left alone at the bowling alley after closing time. He had taken a great amount of shots, and yes, it had impacted him. He stood at the side of his bar stool, his systems sloppily following his every movement.
"Oh.. shit man." he giggled softly to himself, placing a hand on his head. He used his elbows to hold himself up at the island. Bonnie knew he fucked up, when would this wear off? Why'd he feel so silly.. nothing else really mattered at the moment. "..man I feel like dancing." the rabbit sighed.
Suddenly he felt a shifting movement from the side of the room, before a shadow snuck in frame. The rabbit slowly backed towards the wall, that was until the figure unveiled itself.
"What are you talking about?" oh it was just eenie weenie Montgomery Gator.
"What. Nothing.. don't, don't tell Freddy okay? The big bear will kill me. Like the story with the pigs and the big fox." Bonnie muttered a trail of words that didn't seem to connect.
"The.. the big bad wolf? Are you drunk dude?" the gator snickered, shifting his weight onto one leg. Monty had been new to fazbear entertainment. Just in charge of the golf segment of the place, and having some pretty nice bass skills. Him and Bonnie hadn't interacted that much.
"Dude.. yes, yes don't tell anyone. I didn't!!-Honestly think that it would do anything. Ugh." He groaned.
"Hm, so that so-called big bear of yours would be pretty upset if he knew wouldn't he?" Monty stated alluringly, why did the latter blush?
"Mmph, yeah, probably I mean he told me not to. It's okay, you wanna play bowling?" Bonnie laughed nervously, stumbling out from behind the island and towards one of the lanes. He grabbed a green ball and outstretched his arm to hand it to the gator.
"Nobody says 'play' bowling. I never even agreed to this." Monty grabs the ball, and stands closely behind Bonnie.
"You know Monty," he tossed his ball down the alley, "you're pretty hot. Like jacked. Did they make your model like that on purpose? Why are you so big.." a strike! The rabbit giggles stumbling around, accidentally backing into Monty. The gator grimaces, shoving the smaller boy forward gently.
"Don't even get started, you couldn't handle all of that. It's my turn." Monty steps in front of the bunny, tossing his down the aisle. Eh, he got the vast majority of the pins. Bonnie smirks, clapping a tad,
"Yeah? You don't think I could handle you? I take Freddy on a daily basis... do you drink? Why don't more people drink?" the rabbit gets bored and drops his ball on the ground, before following it himself. His body sits on the ground as his posture lazily swoops around. He looks up at the gator with big eyes.
"Damn Bunny, how much you drink?"
"Enough to know I want you."
Monty sighs and reaches out a helping hand reluctantly to Bonnie. The bunny takes it happily, using all of his strength to stand up. He stumbles towards the gator and looks up at him.
"My body feels like.. like I could merge with your casing if I pushed hard enough. I barely know you but.. I-I wanna feel you inside me Monty." Bonnie admits, giving Monty the cutest pleading look. "I bet you won't. Fuckin' pussy." The bunny giggles.
Well if that didn't do it for the gator what would. He growls sternly before kicking the other gently onto the ground, leaving his back flat along the bowling alley. He holds his foot atop his prey, getting off on the bunny's trembling body below him.
"Aw look at you, should've watched your mouth hm." Monty smirks.
"Fuck dude. No one's ever aggressive with me. I like it." Bonnie mutters, turning his neck to the side.
"Exposed for me even? What a whore. I should tell Freddy about how you parade yourself around to any male in sight." The gator leans down and grips the others throat, digging one of his claws neatly into the casing. The other struggles and lets out a light whimper at the tampering. The gator traces his hands down the bunnies lower body. Monty didn't even have much of a libido, but seeing Bonnie's drunken reaction to his movements was worth it. Meanwhile the bunny was all libido. The gator opened the other's pelvic plate while gripping into the sides of his thighs harshly with his claws.
Bonnie's penis springs up immediately.
"You're so pathetic holy shit." The gator laughs. The bunny responds by simply kicking the other lightly in the chest. Monty instinctively reacts by clawing at Bonnie's thigh. "Shit." He murmurs, pulling his hand away.
"It's okay." Bonnie reassures, looking at the blood drawn.
Monty shakes his head. "Look Buns, I don't wanna hurt you. I don't think I can do this." He admits.
The rabbit looks up, wiggling his hips in need. He sits up and grabs the gators wrist wearily. "Please?" He begs. "You can be aggressive. You can hurt me, I like it." Bonnie smiles.
Monty shakes his head again and closes his eyes, before opening them once more. He wanted this and he knew it. "Fine. If you like it, you'll deal with the consequences. If anyone asks what happened, I had no part. You're such a slut I don't even think you deserve to be touched." He degrades. The gator pulls the smaller male towards him, gently stroking his cock with one hand and gripping his thigh with the other.
"Won't you fuck me?" Bonnie asks, pushing against the others' hand and lets out a whimper.
Monty scrunches up his nose and rolls his eyes. He can't deny to himself how hard he is. Just knowing that if he lets it out.. he could lose control of himself.
"Monty.. Please, I want you." The other whines.
"Fine." The gator grunts, adjusting his pelvic plate to release his cock. He slides up against the bunny's hole, the natural lubrication perfectly bonding with his pleasure censors. "Ugh.." He groans, having to pull himself away for a moment to recollect.
Bonnie wraps his legs around the other suddenly, causing Monty to dig his claws into the other's casing once again. The bunny winces harshly, but that quickly changes once the gator thrusts his cock inside the other.
He can hardly control his thrusts. The tight warmth is overwhelming him.
"Ah- fuck. It hurts Monty." The rabbit whines. The gator simply responds by going harder.
"Fuck." Monty pants, pounding the fuck out of Bonnie. The smaller male begins to cry at the overwhelming pain and pleasure. "Stupid slut." The gator degrades.
He feels the bundle in his stomach tighten. The edge is approaching, closer and closer. He thinks about the claws he had recently gotten from Bonnie. He thinks about the guitar lessons the other has given him. He thinks about the conversations they've had. A wave of bliss flies past as Monty reaches his orgasm, digging his claws into the latter as hard as possible.
"Fuck, Bonnie.. I-" He looks up, his face quickly changing into a look of disbelief.
Bonnie is unresponsive on the ground, eyes stuck looking up. He's ripped apart in many areas of his body, the main one being his chest. There's oil leaking from him and onto the bowling grounds.
"Bonnie?" He shakes the other. "Bonnie get the fuck up come on." He demands. The rabbit is of course unresponsive. "Please don't be dead how the fuck do I explain this." The gator begs.
The rabbit's eyes rolled back a bit. Monty stands up angrily.
"Get up!" He shouts, kicking the other in the torso harshly. The gator pants deeply, trying to get control of himself. Then he looks around the room, spotting a certain area towards the end of the bowling alley.