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Freddy hated car trips no matter how long or short they were. He was a bigger guy, he knew it, but when his knees were being forced to almost press up against his chest and he barely had room to move his arms, that became the issue. Even with the fancy limos and the way they were all spread out over the seats, he couldn’t stretch to his full height without his head hitting the ceiling.
It was frankly, and he couldn’t stress this enough, humiliating.
“Why couldn’t we take my car?” He asked the two other occupants of the limo, fishing around in his slack pockets before he felt the wooden handle of what he wanted, “Why did we have to take the damn limo?”
“Appearances, Fred, we need to remind people that we’re better than they’ll ever be.” ‘Baby’ said, well that’s what he called her considering that he didn’t know her name despite working together for years, her green eyes narrowing at the white bear as she huffed. Being a human, she was smaller, weaker than he and Bon were, but, even with the knowledge that he could maybe bowl her over and use her as a bat if he so wished, he knew that with one swing of her finger that he would have a bounty with more zeros over his head than his bank account. “We can’t just ‘rock up’ to this place, we need to make sure they remember we’re allied with the Aftons.”
Freddy flicked the blade of his knife out as he nodded, the butterfly knife beginning to twirl around his fingers effortlessly to avoid looking at the redhead, not doubting for one minute that beyond the perfume she was already slightly intoxicated. Unlike him, she didn’t frequent strip clubs or anything lower than William Afton’s Underground in general, so, to see her dressed up in her signature red suit heading to a place he knew wouldn’t serve her special drink was something that would be a once in a lifetime thing for him.
Especially so without the pretty ballerina that she had trapped with a blood debt. Baby never left anywhere without her, so to see her without the woman she dragged around, he could tell that she was already antsy.
“You could’ve just told us who we’re killin’ and let us do it.” Freddy and Bon weren’t amateurs and she knew it.
“Because Willy had a specific request and I need to make sure that we’re seeing it through.”
As much as he enjoyed having the man in the purple throne behind them, even Freddy could see that William Afton didn’t think of them as any more than his pawns — not Baby though, that woman thought he could do nothing wrong and practically worshipped the ground he walked on. Even now at the thought of him, he listened to the woman begin to prattle about the man and Freddy swore to himself that she was a few steps away from calling him dad. Staring out the window at the buildings as they passed them by, he couldn’t help but note his reflection, seeing a few capillaries in his eyes had burst.
Over finger, under finger, he let the butterfly knife weave around his hand. He missed the days when he had two hands, knowing that he could pull off more flashy tricks when he had lefty and righty. It had been how he and Bon had stolen a bit of money when they had been getting their footing in with crime, how they could distract the crowd before they would run off with their wallets and whatever else they could slip from their bodies.
The handles slapped together for a quick second as he tossed the knife softly into the air, quickly catching it again as he twirled it around his palm.
He could feel Bon’s gaze on him now from across the limo’s cabin, knowing that the rabbit was staring at him in hopes that they could make their own conversation and put Baby’s blabbering to a quiet, but, Freddy couldn’t think of anything to say, casting a brief glance to the rabbit — one that he knew way too much about behind closed doors — before back to the knife.
Back to the window, click, clack, slashing the air with the tricks that twirled around his thumb.
Looking out towards the building they were heading towards, Freddy stared at the neon sign for a moment before letting his eyes drop, seeing something blue and black making its way towards the club. It bounced with each step, their form easily travelling across the car park as they did so. It was only when they were heading towards the VIP parking that he was finally able to catch a glimpse of a face, his breath pausing for a moment at the pink and yellow that almost highlighted their features.
Baby’s blabbering finally paused as Freddy let out a loud curse, the knife cutting into the pad of his thumb before it clattered to the ground, Freddy pressing the pad of his thumb against one of his legs, knowing that it had begun to start bleeding.
“Shit,” Bon hissed, his gaze lowered to Freddy’s feet, to the knife that sat between them, “You get yourself?” Bon had to slide off his seat to retrieve the knife from the ground, Freddy able to see the blood on the blade before Bonnie folded it back up, shoving it into Freddy’s pocket. Lucky thing, was able to slide into most places easily unlike Freddy; nimble and lithe and skin and bones.
Didn’t stop him from taking on bigger things, though.
“Nothin’ bad, Bon.”
It was unlike Freddy to have the knife slip from his hand like that, to be so unfocused that he would make such a silly mistake, but, he could see in Bon’s eyes that he wouldn’t buy whatever lie he would tell him so Freddy sat back, slowly moving his thumb to press against his index, knowing that the crimson would stain the white fur of his paw.
The red would look so nice against the blue.
Bon’s pink eyes put themselves in the middle of Freddy’s vision, drawing him away from his paw as the rabbit waved a hand around. If Freddy hadn’t been paying attention before, he sure was now. “You were spacing out. You good?”
“Just missin’ my hand.”
“You’re always missing your hand.” Bon didn’t seem to believe it, but, he at least took it as he slid back into his seat next to Baby, the redhead beginning to thumb through something on her phone before she produced a picture, the bored looking avian creature staring back at him.
If Freddy was able to describe the rant of a briefing that Baby went on in five words, it was find him and kill him, simple and done. It was in and out, they didn’t have to do anything beyond that and would have to sit around and hope that they saw him come into the club before Baby got pissy about something and would try and find another way to kill the man.
He at least was able to get Baby to leave her suit jacket in the car before they walked into the club, ruffling up the woman’s hair as they went. “It’s so then we don’t look like we’re on business.” He had justified, though, in true fact he just wanted to see her reaction and her face screw up as she couldn’t yell at him, instead, she threaded her fingers through her long red hair before she looked up to the stage.
“You owe me five bucks, Bon,” Freddy muttered, watching as the woman’s face turned a shade closer to her head before she looked away, muttering something about wanting a drink before she ducked off to the bar. “You should keep an eye on her; she’s an easy target on this side of town.”
The side where most of the animals liked to play, that is. Freddy and Bon at least blended in with their appearances, however, Baby stood out like a sore thumb, even at the bar with the big tiger who seemed surprised that she was there. Reputation be damned, they could snap her neck in a heartbeat if they wanted to. Bon quickly got the message as he bounced off to go and stand next to the redhead, quickly becoming smaller as he approached the bar, sitting up on a stool. Freddy was finally able to let out the breath he had been holding, feeling his shoulders sag with the breath he breathed out.
Smoothing back the fur that had begun to sweep in front of his eyes, letting them roam around the room as he took in who was there. Being the busier part of the night, the club oddly wasn’t that full — though, he was brushing that aside considering that it was a Monday night.
No regular person wanted to get drunk and watch dancers on a Monday unless they were a sad and lonely piece of shit.
“Scotch on rocks for our favourite regular.” There was Lola on cue, the older waitress handing the cup to the bear, letting him take it with the support of his nubbed arm underneath before she let go herself. She was cute for a cat, though, as her eyes went over to where Baby and Bon were, he could see her ear flick.
“Friends.”
“Surprised you have any.” The conversation was short and sweet, Lola beginning to make her rounds with her tray balancing with the various drinks. Always busy, never staying for long, she didn’t pry too far into his business so he liked her, putting the glass on the table behind him before he sat down, eyeing the stage as he watched as one of the fresher faces was beginning to finish off her set.
He was a sad and lonely piece of shit, but, at least he wasn’t as desperate as the men and women that would flock to the stage, hoping that they would have a chance with one of the dancers if they shoved enough crisp notes under their limited clothes. Freddy was sure that if he hadn’t had Bon in his life, he probably would have been up there by now, hoping somewhere in his mind that he would score.
He could already see Baby take her first drink as the next set began. He would’ve started to laugh at Baby due to her face as she realised that the alcohol here wasn’t as good as the Underground’s, but, as blue and yellow and pink flashed in the corner of his eye, he couldn’t help but turn his head towards the stage.
Their gazes held for a moment, Freddy transfixed by the brown eyes of the woman on the stage before she was forced to break them, the lights above drowning out the pink of her fur and the red of the lace on her outfit as they shifted to blue, though, the corset of pure black and glittery shimmer kept his eye trained, following her every move. She had to be new, nobody could catch his attention like this and not have him remember them, nobody was able to look at him directly in the eye without trembling unless he had been kind to them before, his eye watching as she worked the poll.
His drink was forgotten as he sat there, watching, eyes unable to pick where he wanted to focus — her body, her face, her ears as they swung around. When he focused on her face, he couldn’t help but focus on the rhythmic swaying of her ears, and when he focused on the swaying of her ears, he focused on her body. The music was heavy, his chest heavy from her gaze, though, as she jumped off the stage mid-set to approach him, he could feel the eyes on him when she finally came to his table.
If people hadn’t noticed him before, they would have noticed him now. Her hand was tiny against his shoulder as she gripped the fabric of his shirt, serving as her way to keep her balanced as she seemed to work on instinct. This wasn’t a part of the set, the lights still focused on the stage as she grabbed his hand, pressing it on the curvature of her hip.
Predator and prey, the centre of the room, focused on each other. It would be something Freddy would have laughed at if he hadn’t had Bon in a similar situation before, casting a glance over at the purple rabbit on the other side of the room, seeing him flash a thumbs up in his direction.
Seemed that Bon approved, too.
“Singlin’ me out like this?” Freddy tried to keep his voice low, but, it was hard to do so when the characteristic giggles of his decided to make its way out of his mouth, feeling the lace brush his paw pads as she danced and twirled, hands wandering his clothed legs and front, fanning her fingers out across his chest.
Feeling the familiar wooden handle of his knife, she dropped it into Freddy’s palm before she skipped back off to the stage, leaving him sitting there at the table, knife in hand.
Though, as he spotted a familiar face of feathers heading towards the men’s room, he couldn’t help but sigh, leaving his whisky on the table as he walked after him.
Fun was over, business was now.
Freddy stared at the identification card of the man in front of him, having used his suit jacket to bind the man’s hands and head together in such a way that he wasn’t able to call for help with the fabric in his beak. It wasn’t easy to do it one-handed, but, when he were larger and stronger with a heavier bone density than the avian creature in front of him, it turned into a cakewalk to keep him on the ground. He seemed like a normal enough guy based on the contents of his wallet — Gerald, forty-two, a daughter and a career in accounting based on the security card with his details scrawled across it.
He wished he was able to touch the man himself, but, the glove that he was forced to wear for things like this irritated his hand.
It was sad that his family wouldn’t know where he was going, but, when you pissed off William Afton enough that he wanted to have you killed, he knew that he fucked up big time. “So,” he giggled, kneeling in front of Gerald, noting how he had already pissed himself based on the puddle between his legs. It was a good thing that there was nothing but solid brick walls surrounding them at this point, Freddy tossing the wallet to the ground. “What did you do to get in trouble with the big man?”
Oh what was he expecting him to do, be able to talk through the fabric? Freddy’s giggles turned into laughter as he fished out the knife from his pocket, beginning to twirl it once more, “Did you owe money? Did you make a promise to the big guy that you couldn’t keep?” As Gerald’s head shook as much as it could, Freddy shrugged, dragging the knife down the avian’s feathered neck, watching with interest as the feathers parted, revealing the flesh underneath.
If he had fucked with William Afton, he really had expected a bit more of a fight — maybe some biting, some punches thrown, but, he seemed to just surrender to his fate, eyes shut tightly and trembling as Freddy applied the slightest bit of pressure, feeling the flesh begin to—.
The door to the building open, Freddy and Gerald’s eyes both snapping to it as someone stepped out, Freddy seeing the black coat first before the rest of her. Her brown eyes focused on the two men on the floor, Freddy feeling as Gerald began to try and make a break for it, throwing himself to the ground as he began to worm his way towards the rabbit standing at the back door.
She didn’t look at him, her eyes were on Freddy. “Are you planning on just roughing him up or?” She asked, placing a foot against the avian’s head as he got close enough, reaching into her pocket, “I was tracking him here first.”
What?
Freddy slowly blinked a few times before he stood up, the shadow he cast easily enveloping the smaller frame of the rabbit as she produced her own knife, a simple kitchen one, one that easily fit into her palm as she gestured the blade towards the bound man.
“Can I join in?”
Oh. Freddy couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his maw as he realised that this little lady wasn’t just some damsel or temptress, eyeing the blade in her hand as he prepped his own knife. “Coming out when all the hard work is done?”
“Better to enjoy the moment.”
She was after his heart, Freddy knew it. The back alley ran red with the man’s blood as the two of them went to town on the man, stabbing everywhere they could think of. A few holes in the chest, plenty in the neck, Freddy was sure that by the time they stopped that he had been long dead. The flesh didn’t even resemble flesh anymore, barely able to retain its shape with the holes that were clustered together in rapid movements, but, it meant that the job was done and that he was gone.
All Freddy was able to hear in that moment was their heavy breathing and the sound of the club’s thumping music.
It was like a magnet drew him closer to her as they stood over the body, her taking one step forward, then he did, her breasts pressing against the front of his shirt as she looked up at him. So tiny, so easily able to be snapped underneath his palm, he pocketed his knife before he dragged his thumb across her cheek, smearing some of the blood that had splattered onto her face.
“My name’s Nebula.”
“Freddy.” He couldn’t control himself, he needed to claim this woman now. His nose bumped against hers as he bent down to kiss her, the kiss clumsy at first as they worked to figure out the other before they finally melted as one, his hand pressing against the small of her back as he pulled her in. Covered in blood, fucking him with her eyes the short time he had been there, he could feel the enthusiasm through her body as she trembled in his hold, arms throwing themselves around his neck.
He could taste something fruity and yet sweet, like a berry on top of a cake on his tongue, knowing that his claws were digging into the fabric of her black coat. He wanted more, he wanted to taste more of her, feel more of her, see more of her, and with her fingers working at the sloppy tie around his neck, he knew that she wanted to do the same to him, fingers undoing the first few buttons of his shirt once the tie was hanging uselessly around his neck.
“If you want a present,” He began, muttering against her lips before he pulled away, grabbing her wrists as he stared down at her, “why don’t you be a good girl and wait until we’re somewhere private?” He was simply just a man, a bear man but still a man, forcing her hands to slowly trail down his body until they rested on the crotch of his pants, forcing her to palm the bulge that had developed as he licked his lips.
He could smell Nebula and the scent was more divine than her mouth. He could feel himself begin to droll at the thought of savouring that taste as he was dragged back into the darkness of the building, the lights not reaching them as they maneuvered their way through backstage, Freddy allowing Nebula to take the lead as she dragged him along by his wrist.
Anyone could have seen them, covered in blood, giggling and running about like little school children, but, if anyone had seen them they turned a blind eye to it — those who were aware of his reputation knew that it was better to stay out of his way than to have your neck be snapped, anyway.
As soon as the door was shut to whatever private room she had dragged him to, he allowed himself to dive forward, once more claiming Nebula’s mouth with his own, his maw on her, desperate to have another taste. The coat disappeared to heaven knows where as he backed her up onto the couch against the furthest wall, slotting himself between her legs, feeling her legs circle around his hips. She couldn’t even loop her ankles together his waist was so big compared to hers, but, it didn’t stop her from being able to press firmly against his clothed cock, grinding against it as his hand wandered her body.
Lace and frills, it was a cute little piece, but, it was hiding the goods underneath — that was until Freddy’s finger slipped underneath one of the strappy belts of her bra piece, feeling the flesh of her nipple brush against one of his paw pads. Parting the belts, he whistled, cupping his hand around her breast and giving it a firm squeeze.
She truly had a lot of faith in this outfit on that stage. She may be a stripper, but this? He needed to buy her a dozen more, maybe some in the colours of his fur, rumbling deep and low in his chest as he felt her need rub against his once more.
“Usually I’m the impatient one…” Freddy chuckled, though, he got the message clear as gold, Nebula assisting Freddy to remove some of the belts before he was able to slide his hand into her panties, feeling the hot, wet slit that awaited him underneath with his finger. Using his free arm to rest his weight against the back of the chair to hover over her body, he felt around slowly, wanting to take every bit of her to mind before he even saw what she looked like bare.
It was times like this he wished he had two hands, to where he could grab and press on her body if he could, to hold her down without using his entire arm. Though, he didn’t want to think about the what-ifs of his missing hand, gathering some of the slick on his paw pad before he ventured further than the outer lips, breathing in a sharp breath as he realised how warm she was even before sticking anything in. He could see the way her ears twitched as he touched certain spots, or how her nose crinkled when he would kiss her neck, but, it was when he found a specific bundle of nerves did he get to see her eyes flutter slightly with such a pretty sound and he knew he wanted her to do it again.
“That’s it, cupcake, make those noises again.”
He paid attention to that little nub, making sure that his fingers didn’t miss it for one moment as he rubbed and squeezed and pinched at the nerves, watching as her entire body jumped at the sensation.
If anything, Nebula reminded him of a jack in the box, one which you had to wind up the crank for it to jump out. Though, instead of a surprise and a laugh, Freddy got something different from winding up this one — instead, he got to see a woman use his hand like her own personal toy, brown eyes staring up at him between big lashes.
“Ya like that, huh?” Freddy asked, watching as Nebula nodded, letting his fingers barely breach the outer ring of her cunt, her hips pausing before desperately trying to make him go in, “You were thinking about me doing this out there in front of all those people, right?” Of course she had, he could see it in her eyes, the way they sparkled before rolling back as his forced two fingers inside, feeling the way the muscles contracted around him as he began to work, mashing his palm against her clit every time his fingers would pull back. “Wanted me to eat you up, right? Make you feel like it’s your birthday?”
Freddy’s cock may as well have a second heartbeat with how it thumped against his thigh, jerking as he watched the woman come undone, the adrenaline in her veins likely making her extra sensitive. He didn’t blame her, the excitement of a kill always got him going too, one that made him near frantic as he tried to take the panties off of her. Connected to belts and other things, Freddy finally growled as he tore them off of her, throwing them somewhere else in the room as he pulled out his aching cock to slap against her slit.
It was already going to be a tight fit, he knew it, even when he had fucked her with his fingers. Easing the head of his cock between her lips, he felt the ring of muscles reject him first, though, it couldn’t hold him back for long. Freddy bullied the head of his cock through the muscles, watching as her cunt swallowed him, both trying to push him out and draw him in at the same time until he was finally in.
He should have expected, though, that rabbits didn’t like to stay still. Like a moth to a flame, he didn’t realise it until it was too late, finding himself pinned underneath the rabbit as she stared down at him.
“Did you really think that I was going to let you have all the fun, big boy?” Nebula grinned down at him, Freddy’s heart oddly fluttering at the sight despite his cock being deep inside. “You sit back and relax, it’s my turn now.”
He should’ve guessed the turn of events, knowing that Bon was the exact same way, but, letting his hand rest itself on her hip, he let himself lose the control, watching as the rabbit began to bounce. It was enchanting the sight, the way her ears flopped about and her eyes remained trained on him, but, it was one that he was going to welcome if it meant that he got his cock wet.
Jesus Christ, his hand fit her waist nicely in his hand.
“Eyes up here.”
Freddy’s gaze was forced back up to the rabbit’s face, watching the slight changes as he slid in and out of her again and again, enthralled by every twitch and movement of her face, of every noise that came out of her mouth. All for him, all for his own personal little show, blood drying against their clothes and fur, the scent thick in the air with the mixture of sweat and sex, one that Freddy couldn’t help but breathe in as if it got him high.
Nebula’s nails scratched at the sides of his face as she cupped his cheeks, laying her mouth on top of his as her body danced sinfully on his lap, Freddy allowing his mouth to be used as her silencer, choking on her noises and swallowing them deep as his hand came to her clit, rubbing circles, drinking more of her noises.
Her body finally stilled as she clenched around him and he cursed, pulling himself out as he came undone on her thighs, panting heavily, inhaling her scent.
While he knew that he could go on for much longer, he knew that Baby was likely still waiting, so was Bon, yet, he felt Nebula’s head press against his shoulder as she shuddered and mewled — his thumb was still circling her clit, slowly pulling it away before she finally collapsed fully against him.
“That was fun…” Nebula muttered, pressing a lazy kiss to his throat, “I could go for another when you’re ready.”
Flickering his gaze between the door, Nebula’s coat and her form against his, he swore that he could hear a light turn on inside of his own head as he slid his hand to her thigh, gripping it. It didn’t have to end here, she didn’t have to leave his sight.
And he certainly wasn’t above kidnapping someone.
“Wha— hey! Put me down!” Freddy forced Nebula onto his shoulder as if she were a sack of potatoes as he stood from his seat, using his nubbed arm to hold her down as he walked to her coat, throwing it over her lower half as best as he could.
He could feel her tense against his shoulder as he started to laugh, beginning to pick up his step as he made his way out of the door.
“Bon’s going to love you!”