Chicken and Tenders (A FNAF BB story)
***A/N: Another shorter piece. For reference,*** [these](https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1065516143105806356/1222385876445827162/five_nights.jpg?ex=6616068f&is=6603918f&hm=685337c48467f6837d9173c7dc95294327afa33da3053342c50df3fc40c60e31&) ***are what the characters look like in this work (art by MandyFoxxy that I found.) Been having some IRL stuff going on so finding time to write has been difficult. For you MHA fans, not to worry, I'll be posting the finale to that series hopefully soon. Just gotta work through some stuff first. As always, if you liked it, or had any ideas for future stuff or whatever, lemme know in the comments or via PM. I'm always happy to read it. Anyways, on to the story!***
At Freddy Fazbear’s pizza, everyone had a job. The cooks cooked, the janitors cleaned, the day guards watched over the establishment, etc.
​
The animatronics too, had their roles. Freddy was the star of the show, the leader, the big bear himself. Bonnie was the musician, the rock star, quite literally a ‘party animal’. Foxy was the fearsome pirate, regaling the kids with tales of swashbuckling combat and buried treasure. (Golden Freddy or Fredbear for short, was… well, no one really knew what he did.) Chica herself was a singer and resident foodie, but she also had another job, one that very few aside from her fellow animatronics knew about.
​
Officially, her job title was “Animatronic Recalibrator and Officiator.” As for what that really meant?
​
Well…
​
\*Whump!\*
​
“OoOooh, lassie!” Foxy moaned, curling slightly over the chicken gal kneeling in front of him, her feathery fist still planted firmly in his fuzzy ballsack. His cock, clutched in her other hand, twitched and throbbed as precum leaked from the head, covering Chica’s hand, beak and d-cup tits (thank you, perverted designers!) a thick glaze of the milky liquid. The male panted as he looked down at her through his one squinted eye, watching as she drew her fist back again before swinging it back up between his thighs.
​
\*Thump!\*
​
“Arg!”
​
If it wasn’t obvious already, every night, Chica had the job of ballbusting each of her (painfully male) fellow animatronics.
​
Naturally, this had come as something of a shock to the anthropomorphic chicken at first. She’d asked management for the reason why, back when they’d first assigned her, but with the decade or so since that day, she’d just plain forgotten the reason. Something something, servos locking up? She didn’t remember.
​
To no ones surprise, the guys had hardly been happy to learn about her new job. After all, what guy would want to have their balls busted once a night, every night, for years on end? Regardless, she had a job to do, and she would complete it, one way or another.
​
Freddy and Foxy were pretty understanding, all things considered, taking their first ballbustings with a reasonable amount of dignity. Bonnie, on the other hand, had not been so understanding, choosing instead to try to run and hide in the hope of avoiding Chica entirely. ‘Try’ being the operative term, seeing as it been criminally easy to find the rabbit as he always hid in the hallway supply closet, for some reason. He’d been found there the following morning, still clutching his swollen tenders.
​
Anyways, as time passed, Chica gradually became more skilled in the art of busting balls (she got a lot of practice) just as the guys got more skilled at enduring getting their balls busted (they also got a lot of practice). Admittedly, she hadn’t enjoyed busting her fellow performers balls, not at first. After all, they were her friends. However, as time passed, she slowly found herself coming to appreciate the way a pair of nads deformed under her fist, or flattened beneath her ass or bounced after a kick. She came to enjoy Freddy’s low moans each time she cracked his eggs, or Foxy’s yips of pain when she kneed him in his ‘treasure chests.’
​
The “15 minute minimum” she usually followed almost religiously while busting balls gradually extended. Soon enough she was busting balls harder and harder, and for longer and longer. A few times she’d been reprimanded by management because they’d had to replace one of Bonnie’s testicles again and “We’re not made out of money” or because they’d had to put off opening because Freddy was still curled up in a ball on the dining room floor come morning. (Despite the reprimands, Chica still often found herself with her foot/knee/fist buried in a pair of balls by the time the 6 am alarm rang.)
​
Luckily, tonight was fixing to not be such a night.
​
Freddy had already had his nightly ballbusting and had taken to resting backstage with a bag of ice on his nuts. Bonnie was recuperating in his closet after Chica had spent an hour or two slamming knees into his nards until he couldn't stand.
​
That just left Foxy, who she was currently working on. His pair had already soaked up a couple dozen knees, a plethora of kicks, a handful (literally) of squeezes and enough punches that Chica was 73% sure her knuckles were permanently imprinted on his balls.
​
As if to emphasize the thought, the chicken uppercutted Foxy’s dangling nutsack, crushing the twin testicles against his pelvis as she idly glanced at the nearby clock (while still reveling in the pirate’s moan of pain.)
​
The clock, hanging adjacent from Pirates Cove where the two were at, read 4:58 AM. There was still plenty of time left. Which meant she could milk things a bit.
​
‘Speaking of milking…’ Chica thought, eyeing the pirate’s erect cock even as she twisted the fist still planted firmly betwixt his thighs, eliciting another yelp from the fox.
​
Leaning her head forward, Chica gently took the head of Foxy’s length into her mouth, suckling on the tip even as she thrust another uppercut into his battered nuts.
​
“Guhuhuh!” Foxy moaned, the dual sensations of pleasure and pain damn-near short-circuiting his brain. If he hadn’t been propped up against a wall, he likely would’ve fallen over already.
​
“O-o-oh l-lassie!” He moaned, hand twitching as he resisted the urge to grasp the back of Chica’s head and throat fuck her like a wild animal. The chicken hummed appreciatively around his cock as she slipped more of the erect length into her warm, inviting maw.
​
\*Crack!\*
​
Chica’s fist crashed into Foxy’s pup-makers, squishing the twin orbs to a mere fraction of their usual plumpness.
​
“F-fuck!” The fox cried, squeezing his eyes shut and laying his head back against the wall as he tried to endure the utter agony afflicting his male hood, if only so he could experience Chica’s warmth for a few moments longer. Still, as she twisted her fist, grinding his gonads against his pelvis, he knew he was fighting a losing battle.
​
\*Crunch!\*
​
Another powerful uppercut splattered Foxy’s nads across Chica’s knuckles, the twin testicles deforming heavily around her unforgiving fist. His cock throbbed heavily inside her mouth, precum pouring like a river from the tip. Both fox and chicken knew they were approaching the finish line.
​
Bringing up one hand, Chica wrapped it around the neck of his scrotum, trapped his battered, swollen orbs at the bottom of his sack, just as her other fist swung up.
​
\*CRUNCH!!\*
​
With nowhere to go, Foxy’s balls had no choice but to take the hit in full, flattening against her knuckles to the point that they more resembled pieces of paper rather than testicles.
​
The pirate’s sharp shriek of agony was accompanied a low, throaty moan from Chica as cum gushed out from the length still enveloped in her maw. She swallowed as much as possible, but eventually the milky deluge forced her to let the slowly softening cock flop onto her face, where it poured out the remnants of Foxy’s orgasm across her cheeks and beak.
​
It was only after the last droplets of cum leaked from his flaccid length that Chica finally released her hold on his mangled male hood, allowing the fox to gratefully sink to his knees, then onto his side, holding his swollen nads for all his worth, moaning and groaning as he did so.
​
With a sigh of contentment, Chica stood up from her kneeling position, wiping the cum from her feathers. “Thanks for the drink, Foxy. I appreciate it.”
​
As she spoke, she leaned down and gave his rear a light slap.
​
“Can’t wait to do it again tomorrow!”
​
Chica left Pirates Cove moments later, with a lightness in her step and the agonized moans of one pirate fox trailing after her.
​
\*\*\*\*\*
​
Maybe 10 minutes later, Chica found herself sitting in the main dining area with a half-empty pizza box sitting on the tabletop in front of her. She held a slice in one hand as she laid down on the table, chin laying comfortably atop her tits as she waited for the 6 am alarm.
​
Foxy’s moans could still be heard from Pirate Cove nearby, but they’d lessened in frequency as well as intensity. She’d seen neither hide nor hair of Freddy nor Bonnie in hours, so they were probably either still recovering or avoiding her so that she wouldn’t bust their balls a second time that night (she’d only done that \*once\* guys!)
​
The establishment was, more or less, quiet. Peaceful.
​
Suddenly, she was aware of a presence beside her. Glancing over, she saw that the once-empty chair next to her was inexplicably not-so-empty, as Golden Freddy was now sitting in it.
​
(To this day, Chica never could understand how he just…\*appeared\* in places like he did.)
​
“Hey Fred.” The chicken greeted, before sliding the box over. “Want a slice?”
​
“\*Have you already finished with the others?\*” He inquired in his usual, strangely hollow voice, taking a slice with a grateful nod. Chica shrugged.
​
“Yeah, just got finished with Foxy like 10 minutes ago.” She replied, gesturing with a thumb at Pirates Cove, where low whimpers and moans could still be heard emanating from within. "Why?"
​
At this, Fredbear gave the barest of shrugs.
​
“\*You have never done that to us, busting our balls. Why?\*” He asked, his normally blank expression displaying a small hint of confusion.
​
Chica couldn’t help but blink at his inquiry, taking a few moments to respond. “Well, aside from the fact that you are very hard to find at the best of times..." This was not an exaggeration, the guy was like a ghost, only being found when he wanted to be. "...technically only Freddy, Bonnie and Foxy were put in my jurisdiction. No one ever said anything about you, so I figured you weren't included.” After a moment, Chica narrowed her gaze, a small grin gracing her beak.
​
“Why? You thinking about letting me bust your balls?”
​
Goldie considered it for a moment, rubbing his chin in thought before shrugging.
​
“\*I have been curious, somewhat.\*" A quick glance at the nearby clock and he lets out an echoey sigh. "\*Not tonight though, there’s too little time as it is.\*”
​
Chica’s gaze trailed to the same clock. 5:21 am.
​
“Oh, I don’t know…” She murmured, hand reaching over to snatch up Golden Freddy’s golden balls. The bear instantly froze in place as she gave his ballsack a firm squeeze. His white pupils met her violet ones and she gave him a grin.
​
“I think we’ve got plenty.”
At Freddy Fazbear’s pizza, everyone had a job. The cooks cooked, the janitors cleaned, the day guards watched over the establishment, etc.
​
The animatronics too, had their roles. Freddy was the star of the show, the leader, the big bear himself. Bonnie was the musician, the rock star, quite literally a ‘party animal’. Foxy was the fearsome pirate, regaling the kids with tales of swashbuckling combat and buried treasure. (Golden Freddy or Fredbear for short, was… well, no one really knew what he did.) Chica herself was a singer and resident foodie, but she also had another job, one that very few aside from her fellow animatronics knew about.
​
Officially, her job title was “Animatronic Recalibrator and Officiator.” As for what that really meant?
​
Well…
​
\*Whump!\*
​
“OoOooh, lassie!” Foxy moaned, curling slightly over the chicken gal kneeling in front of him, her feathery fist still planted firmly in his fuzzy ballsack. His cock, clutched in her other hand, twitched and throbbed as precum leaked from the head, covering Chica’s hand, beak and d-cup tits (thank you, perverted designers!) a thick glaze of the milky liquid. The male panted as he looked down at her through his one squinted eye, watching as she drew her fist back again before swinging it back up between his thighs.
​
\*Thump!\*
​
“Arg!”
​
If it wasn’t obvious already, every night, Chica had the job of ballbusting each of her (painfully male) fellow animatronics.
​
Naturally, this had come as something of a shock to the anthropomorphic chicken at first. She’d asked management for the reason why, back when they’d first assigned her, but with the decade or so since that day, she’d just plain forgotten the reason. Something something, servos locking up? She didn’t remember.
​
To no ones surprise, the guys had hardly been happy to learn about her new job. After all, what guy would want to have their balls busted once a night, every night, for years on end? Regardless, she had a job to do, and she would complete it, one way or another.
​
Freddy and Foxy were pretty understanding, all things considered, taking their first ballbustings with a reasonable amount of dignity. Bonnie, on the other hand, had not been so understanding, choosing instead to try to run and hide in the hope of avoiding Chica entirely. ‘Try’ being the operative term, seeing as it been criminally easy to find the rabbit as he always hid in the hallway supply closet, for some reason. He’d been found there the following morning, still clutching his swollen tenders.
​
Anyways, as time passed, Chica gradually became more skilled in the art of busting balls (she got a lot of practice) just as the guys got more skilled at enduring getting their balls busted (they also got a lot of practice). Admittedly, she hadn’t enjoyed busting her fellow performers balls, not at first. After all, they were her friends. However, as time passed, she slowly found herself coming to appreciate the way a pair of nads deformed under her fist, or flattened beneath her ass or bounced after a kick. She came to enjoy Freddy’s low moans each time she cracked his eggs, or Foxy’s yips of pain when she kneed him in his ‘treasure chests.’
​
The “15 minute minimum” she usually followed almost religiously while busting balls gradually extended. Soon enough she was busting balls harder and harder, and for longer and longer. A few times she’d been reprimanded by management because they’d had to replace one of Bonnie’s testicles again and “We’re not made out of money” or because they’d had to put off opening because Freddy was still curled up in a ball on the dining room floor come morning. (Despite the reprimands, Chica still often found herself with her foot/knee/fist buried in a pair of balls by the time the 6 am alarm rang.)
​
Luckily, tonight was fixing to not be such a night.
​
Freddy had already had his nightly ballbusting and had taken to resting backstage with a bag of ice on his nuts. Bonnie was recuperating in his closet after Chica had spent an hour or two slamming knees into his nards until he couldn't stand.
​
That just left Foxy, who she was currently working on. His pair had already soaked up a couple dozen knees, a plethora of kicks, a handful (literally) of squeezes and enough punches that Chica was 73% sure her knuckles were permanently imprinted on his balls.
​
As if to emphasize the thought, the chicken uppercutted Foxy’s dangling nutsack, crushing the twin testicles against his pelvis as she idly glanced at the nearby clock (while still reveling in the pirate’s moan of pain.)
​
The clock, hanging adjacent from Pirates Cove where the two were at, read 4:58 AM. There was still plenty of time left. Which meant she could milk things a bit.
​
‘Speaking of milking…’ Chica thought, eyeing the pirate’s erect cock even as she twisted the fist still planted firmly betwixt his thighs, eliciting another yelp from the fox.
​
Leaning her head forward, Chica gently took the head of Foxy’s length into her mouth, suckling on the tip even as she thrust another uppercut into his battered nuts.
​
“Guhuhuh!” Foxy moaned, the dual sensations of pleasure and pain damn-near short-circuiting his brain. If he hadn’t been propped up against a wall, he likely would’ve fallen over already.
​
“O-o-oh l-lassie!” He moaned, hand twitching as he resisted the urge to grasp the back of Chica’s head and throat fuck her like a wild animal. The chicken hummed appreciatively around his cock as she slipped more of the erect length into her warm, inviting maw.
​
\*Crack!\*
​
Chica’s fist crashed into Foxy’s pup-makers, squishing the twin orbs to a mere fraction of their usual plumpness.
​
“F-fuck!” The fox cried, squeezing his eyes shut and laying his head back against the wall as he tried to endure the utter agony afflicting his male hood, if only so he could experience Chica’s warmth for a few moments longer. Still, as she twisted her fist, grinding his gonads against his pelvis, he knew he was fighting a losing battle.
​
\*Crunch!\*
​
Another powerful uppercut splattered Foxy’s nads across Chica’s knuckles, the twin testicles deforming heavily around her unforgiving fist. His cock throbbed heavily inside her mouth, precum pouring like a river from the tip. Both fox and chicken knew they were approaching the finish line.
​
Bringing up one hand, Chica wrapped it around the neck of his scrotum, trapped his battered, swollen orbs at the bottom of his sack, just as her other fist swung up.
​
\*CRUNCH!!\*
​
With nowhere to go, Foxy’s balls had no choice but to take the hit in full, flattening against her knuckles to the point that they more resembled pieces of paper rather than testicles.
​
The pirate’s sharp shriek of agony was accompanied a low, throaty moan from Chica as cum gushed out from the length still enveloped in her maw. She swallowed as much as possible, but eventually the milky deluge forced her to let the slowly softening cock flop onto her face, where it poured out the remnants of Foxy’s orgasm across her cheeks and beak.
​
It was only after the last droplets of cum leaked from his flaccid length that Chica finally released her hold on his mangled male hood, allowing the fox to gratefully sink to his knees, then onto his side, holding his swollen nads for all his worth, moaning and groaning as he did so.
​
With a sigh of contentment, Chica stood up from her kneeling position, wiping the cum from her feathers. “Thanks for the drink, Foxy. I appreciate it.”
​
As she spoke, she leaned down and gave his rear a light slap.
​
“Can’t wait to do it again tomorrow!”
​
Chica left Pirates Cove moments later, with a lightness in her step and the agonized moans of one pirate fox trailing after her.
​
\*\*\*\*\*
​
Maybe 10 minutes later, Chica found herself sitting in the main dining area with a half-empty pizza box sitting on the tabletop in front of her. She held a slice in one hand as she laid down on the table, chin laying comfortably atop her tits as she waited for the 6 am alarm.
​
Foxy’s moans could still be heard from Pirate Cove nearby, but they’d lessened in frequency as well as intensity. She’d seen neither hide nor hair of Freddy nor Bonnie in hours, so they were probably either still recovering or avoiding her so that she wouldn’t bust their balls a second time that night (she’d only done that \*once\* guys!)
​
The establishment was, more or less, quiet. Peaceful.
​
Suddenly, she was aware of a presence beside her. Glancing over, she saw that the once-empty chair next to her was inexplicably not-so-empty, as Golden Freddy was now sitting in it.
​
(To this day, Chica never could understand how he just…\*appeared\* in places like he did.)
​
“Hey Fred.” The chicken greeted, before sliding the box over. “Want a slice?”
​
“\*Have you already finished with the others?\*” He inquired in his usual, strangely hollow voice, taking a slice with a grateful nod. Chica shrugged.
​
“Yeah, just got finished with Foxy like 10 minutes ago.” She replied, gesturing with a thumb at Pirates Cove, where low whimpers and moans could still be heard emanating from within. "Why?"
​
At this, Fredbear gave the barest of shrugs.
​
“\*You have never done that to us, busting our balls. Why?\*” He asked, his normally blank expression displaying a small hint of confusion.
​
Chica couldn’t help but blink at his inquiry, taking a few moments to respond. “Well, aside from the fact that you are very hard to find at the best of times..." This was not an exaggeration, the guy was like a ghost, only being found when he wanted to be. "...technically only Freddy, Bonnie and Foxy were put in my jurisdiction. No one ever said anything about you, so I figured you weren't included.” After a moment, Chica narrowed her gaze, a small grin gracing her beak.
​
“Why? You thinking about letting me bust your balls?”
​
Goldie considered it for a moment, rubbing his chin in thought before shrugging.
​
“\*I have been curious, somewhat.\*" A quick glance at the nearby clock and he lets out an echoey sigh. "\*Not tonight though, there’s too little time as it is.\*”
​
Chica’s gaze trailed to the same clock. 5:21 am.
​
“Oh, I don’t know…” She murmured, hand reaching over to snatch up Golden Freddy’s golden balls. The bear instantly froze in place as she gave his ballsack a firm squeeze. His white pupils met her violet ones and she gave him a grin.
​
“I think we’ve got plenty.”
