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Drained bottles of rum dotted the table like glass figurines. Snaked through the rows were a pair of lacy red panties. A paper plate with a cold, half-eaten slice of pizza loomed near the table's edge, and the distinct mark of a rodent's overbite was scored into the cheese.

"This rum tastes like cough syrup to me," the chipmunk said, slurring his words but still managing to speak with a certain fastidiousness. "And I told myself that I would never rec-, recreat-, drink cough syrup for fun again."

"Ain't no cough syrup smoother'n ol' Foxy's rum!" declared the vixen, her boisterous words holding a modicum of offense but her grin more than offset it. She pecked a wet kiss on the chipmunk's cheek and said giddily, "Seems to be doin' ya' well enough any'ow, lad! Ya' truly gonna complain when yer drinkin' fer free?"

"Now, that's where you're wrong," the fuzzy rodent chimed in. He tried to raise a finger as he made his point but his arm fell slack. He laid his paw on the vixen's thick breast instead. "You see, nothing's free. Nuh-uh, never. Every time somebody tells me something is free, I know it's not. I'm paying for this. I bet I am."

Foxy the pirate gave her guest another smooch, this time on the nose, and squeezed him close to her body in a possessive embrace. "Arr, th' cuties like yerself drink free in ol' Foxy's den," she said warmly, closing her paw around his naked ass. Her hook's tip played in his fur, dragging harmlessly along his skin. "Now, wha' was yer handle again, lad? Maxy? Maxton?"

"Maxwell," the chipmunk corrected, then yawned. "And I guess want more of that rum if it's free. Maybe we can go fuck, too."

The vixen sat up and cradled the chipmunk in her lap. Earlier in the night he had expressed shock at her strength, but the novelty had worn thin barely an hour into drinking with her. He was aware of the fact that she was a machine but it hadn't really sunken in. It wasn't so much that it seemed like an impossible concept; he simply didn't care. Her being metal and wires under that perfect female body was inconsequential to getting completely shitfaced and then laid.

"Ol' Maxwell wants a lil' more of the coughin' syrups, does he?" Foxy tutted, grinning down at the chipmunk. Her gold incisor glistened like a drip of honey on her dark jowl. "Lessee 'ere... Foxy's always got a wee bit more rum stashed in 'er love nest, don't she? Yar-har, yes she do, she got some right around 'ere somewheres!"

The vixen groped around the cushions and floor but came up empty-handed. She admitted it to the chipmunk with a laugh. "Guess we ain't so well-stocked. Least we ain't runnin' out halfway 'cross the ocean - ya' never dried out 'til y'dried out on the open seas, arr-har!"

Maxwell, gazing tiredly at Foxy, managed a smile. "Your accent is just-, it's really great, do you know that?"

Foxy smooched his cheek. "Arr, ye be a real silver-tongued devil, Maxy-well." She nuzzled him affectionately but her fingers squeezed his plump ass. "Lemme see if Foxy can't just call fer a lil' more drink over 'ere."

Nothing happened as far as Max could tell, but after a few more minutes of mindless cuddling, a handsome young fellow with an overbite just like Maxwell's poked his head through the curtains of Foxy's love nest. "You call for this, Madam Scurvy?" he asked in a voice both sardonic and sweet. He offered the vixen a chubby bottle of rum.

The chipmunk, whose wide ass was bare and visible easily from the entryway, looked with disinterest at the new face at first. Once he noticed the semi-erect ears and the overbite, he immediately found the new character very cute. When the bunny leaned in to hand over the rum, it was clear to see that he was feminine and slim. He dressed in lingerie and was smooth beneath his purple panties.

"Well, hi there," Maxwell said, earning the attention of Bonnie the bunny. The rabbit smiled coquettishly and let himself into the love nest. "What's your name, longears?"

"Bonnie," said the rabbit, kneeling on the U-shaped sofa which Foxy and her guest sat in the middle of. "And you must be Maxwell. Goodness me, but that's an awful lot of ass for one little 'munk."

Foxy palmed his bottom and chuckled. "Aye, lad's got almost as much ass as ol' Foxy does! Now open up that rum, Bonnie-bun, an' let our 'munk 'ere 'ave himself a nip."

It took Bonnie only a moment to pop off the wax seal and unscrew the lid. He passed it over to Maxwell and watched, smiling knowingly, as the chipmunk drank far more than just a nip. "Gosh, what a thirsty guy... Foxy, are you taking good care of this guest? Hmmm? Seems to me he could use more than just a lot of booze and pizza."

"We was gonna go off'n fuck somewheres!" Foxy insisted, smoothing down the chipmunk's hair. "Arr, wasn't that so, Maxy-munk?"

"You bet." Maxwell looked at Bonnie the way a hungry man might look at a steak. Some salacious thoughts began to brew behind his drunk eyes, eyes which could hide nothing even at the best of times. He managed to say after looking for a while at the rabbit's slender body, "Room for one more, I guess. I bet you like chipmunks. Well, you should, since we're pretty awesome."

Bonnie giggled and slid in closer to box the chipmunk in with Foxy. Though Bonnie was right around the rodent's height, he was still strong enough to move him with easily. "Never had chipmunk. I've had fox plenty of times, though. You're about as fuzzy as my favorite fox, so I think I'll be all right with you."

"Foxes," Maxwell snorted, and immediately looked at Foxy. "I mean... besides you. Besides you, most foxes are awfully lame."

"S'pose I'll take yer word for it, lad," the vixen said dryly. "A'right, Bon-bun, ya' wanna carry this drunkard? Foxy'll take up the rear. We'll head off t'yer room, Foxy ain't never been in there a'fore!"

The vixen rounded up Maxwell's clothing and followed after Bonnie who carried the bottom-heavy chipmunk like a bride in his small, powerful arms. Maxwell seemed unaware of what precisely was happening though he did remark to the bunny, "Everybody out here can see my junk."

While that was true, the fact was that the focus in the darkened main room of the club was the pink and white vixen putting the pole through its paces. Her fair breasts were naked and a translucent, blue, ruffled skirt only just obscured her pelvis - though her gymnastics gave frequent glimpses of her vulnerable flesh. Foxy glanced at the white fox and shook her head. "Scrawny lil' wench, ain't no meat on her bones," she tutted, her drawl lost under the din of the dance music.

Each of the animatronics had a room in which to entertain guests privately, though Foxy had two if her love nest was considered a room of its own. Bonnie's room was a small den in cool colors. In a far corner, a step led down into a square pit of cozy couches surrounding a stripper pole.

Bonnie set Maxwell gently on the bed which was only twin sized. The chipmunk nevertheless sprawled and yawned, feeling immediately tired in the warmth and downy softness of the bunny's bed.

"This be yer lil' hole in th' wall, eh, Bon-bun?"

"It's my little slice of heaven," the bunny retorted, then stood on his tip-toes to give the vixen a peck on the cheek. "Now, how about we take care of this very cute guest of yours?"

"Very cute," Maxwell parroted, drunkenly. "Must be me."

"Sharp lad!" Foxy preached, walking near. The brush of her tail swayed over her wide behind. "Whassit gonna be, Maxy-boy? Ya' wanna 'ave ol' Foxy sit 'er big butt on yer face, ain't that so?"

Maxwell pawed stupidly at the air but made no effort to get up. Soon the animatronics stood over him, one on either side like a pair of surgeons about to operate. "Uh. Maybe later," he mumbled at the vixen's wavy image. "I actually like to do the sitting, myself."

The rabbit tittered with laughter, leaning over Maxwell. He bumped noses with the rodent. "Ooh, sit on me. I volunteer, hot stuff. I'll lick your butt all night."

Foxy, grinning huge and toothy, shoved Bonnie by the shoulder and stole a smooch on Maxwell's lips. "Arr! Ain't nobody in this 'ere room eats an asshole like ol' Foxy!"

Maxwell's mouth fell open. A look spread across his face which seemed to indicate he had something wise to say. He suddenly belched and Foxy recoiled. "Sorry," Maxwell said insincerely, and tried to sit up. The fox and rabbit watched him turtle uselessly for a few seconds before they hoisted him up by the shoulders. "Thanks. So, uh. Why don't you guys just do whatever? I guess, I mean-, yeah."

The animatronics exchanged looks. Bonnie smiled and shrugged.

"A'right, lad, Foxy an' the Bon-bun're gonna take real fine care of ya," drawled Foxy, pulling Maxwell off the bed and into her capable arms. She ended up holding the chipmunk like a small child, her hooked arm under his bottom for support while her good paw held his shoulders. His snout sank into the abyss of her cleavage and he began to drool there.

Foxy set Maxwell into one of the comfortable seats in the pit. He relaxed in its royal blue fabric and sighed, legs drifting apart. "Your name is Foxy, right?"

"Yarrr! It sure be, me lad," Foxy affirmed, giving a smart nod. She knelt before him and without a moment of pause grabbed his penis and guided its flaccid flesh into her mouth.

Maxwell recessed further into the plush chair. He happily listened to the suckles and laps of the wide-hipped vixen as though savoring the notes of a symphony. Before his eyes and with a sudden accompaniment of throbbing, sultry music, Bonnie started to work the pole. He had ditched the purple panties and his cunt showed in his splays and twists. He locked eyes often with Maxwell, giving the chipmunk smoldering but short gazes which conveyed every ounce of lust the rabbit had for him and then some. Maxwell, whose penis grew stiff and needful in Foxy's gulping mouth, cracked an easy smile.

Foxy's pointed ears and scruff of hair darkened into silhouette in the dimmed lights. A spotlight with a pink tint drew attention to the bunny alone and Maxwell watched him over the vixen's bobbing head. He splayed as if unburdened of his muscle control, his legs wide and arms dangling over their plush rests. Drips of precum fed into Foxy's maw, fueling the pirate's desire. Her paw touched him, digits splaying across his smooth belly.

Bonnie swished and swirled, twisted and inverted. His movements were blurs to the drunk chipmunk who seemed to simply appreciate the intrinsic pleasure of moving shapes and flitting lights, pink boypussy and a fantastic blowjob notwithstanding. The dopey overbite smile on his face was serene and his eyes tracked the bunny lazily. "This is pretty great," he murmured.

"It sure is," Bonnie answered.

Maxwell was so drunk that he didn't realize he had even spoken aloud. That the bunny had heard his tiny mumble wasn't even on his mind.

A long, smooth gulp downwards saw Foxy bury the chipmunk's cock in her cool, flawless maw. Her tongue slathered him, her teeth resting harmlessly around the flesh. Synthetic drool indistinguishable from the real substance oozed past her jowly lip, caking down Maxwell's fur. Just as smoothly as she had descended, she pulled back and when just the head of the chipmunk's impressive, cut cock remained in her mouth, she sucked in until she felt him squirm. That was when she popped the seal loose. Maxwell groaned, his cock throbbing in the open air. The pink flesh had become purple but gradually regained its proper hue.

The rabbit and the fox exchanged places in a smooth transaction. Along the way and purely for Maxwell's benefit, they shared a kiss heavy with drool, their tongues lacing outside their maws.

For a moment, Bonnie poised himself to kneel. He looked as if he were stuck in the middle of a curtsy before he straightened and slipped into the chipmunk's lap. His knees slotted into the spacious chair outside of Maxwell's thighs and his bottom barely touched the head of the chipmunk's penis. His arms slipped around his guest's neck for a fond embrace but the deal was sealed when he smooched the chipmunk. Their overbites bumped and this caused peculiar pleasure in Maxwell.

The music lowered to a volume more friendly to conversation. "Arrr, ya' be screwin' wit' the script, Bonnie-bunny," Foxy brusquely said, a grin on her face. She leaned away from the pole, her hook looped around it for support. "Ye gonna sit on 'is pecker, lad?"

"Thinking about it!" chirruped Bonnie who was wiggling his cotton tail in delight. He peppered Maxwell's short muzzle with kisses, getting back half as many but not minding in the least. "What do you-u-u thi-i-ink, mister Maxwell?" he tittered. He allowed his bottom to grind on Maxwell's cock, letting his cuntlips brush the stiff flesh only as an afterthought. "You want me to ride you like you're a show pony, hon? Bounce-bounce-bounce like you know us bunnies can do like nobody's business?"

Maxwell peered around Bonnie to look at Foxy. He liked the pirate. She was the one who had taken him aside when he first entered the club with no clue what to make of the animatronic talent, and she also helped him score pizza and rum. He wanted to take her up on that rimjob but bunnies were his favorite. He loved the long ears, the overbite, the propensity for bounciness. He asked Foxy drunkenly and with a twinge of guilt, "Do you mind if we-?"

The vixen waved him off. "Please, lad, ye and the Bon-bun go ahead. Ol' Foxy's got her ways to keep 'erself busy, yar-har!"

"That means she's going to eat your ass while I ride you," said Bonnie, smiling.

"Yar, be quiet a'fore Foxy makes rabbit stew outta ya," the vixen grumbled, but she was grinning. "Quit keepin' the 'munk waitin' and get yer girlyslit on her pecker!"

"What she said," Maxwell concurred, paws fondling Bonnie's ass cheeks. "Ride my dick, bunny."

"Su-u-ure," Bonnie agreed, a soft blue paw grasping Maxwell's penis. His touch was cold but not creepy; like Foxy, he moved naturally enough for anybody to easily forget he was a machine. He guided Max's slippery shaft to the lips of his pussy and down he went, his folds splitting for the chipmunk, vaginal passage snugging down lovingly around the flesh. He shivered and cooed as he pressed his chest to Maxwell's and nuzzled with the chipmunk. "Ooh, that feels nice, Maxwell. That feels so good. I really love your cock."

Maxwell's drunk arms curled around Bonnie's back. He closed his eyes, nuzzled with the bunny. "Yeah. That feels really nice. Your pussy is pretty great."

The bunny sighed and licked sweetly across Max's lips. As he smoothly rode the chipmunk using his strong legs, he said, "Gawd, I just lo-o-ove vaginal. It's the best sex there is. Guys ask to fuck my butt but I don't know why." A smooch on Max's lips. "You know what I mean?"

Maxwell felt his way over the bunny's back, fingers dragging slowly through royal blue fur. The cool temperature of the rabbit didn't detract from how perfect he was. Maxwell thought the only possible improvement would have been a thicker ass, but he was biased. "Vaginal is good," he agreed. "Yeah."

"Don't ya' be lettin' the Bon-bun fool ye, lad," Foxy growled. "He be like any other lad. Start tonguin' his pucker an' he melts for ye!" Foxy intended to demonstrate when she knelt behind the pair. Her paw grasped Bonnie's ass cheek and moved with his rhythm so as to not interrupt it.

"Rim Max, not me," Bonnie said with a huff. "He likes getting his ass eaten. Don't you, Maxy?"

"God, yeah I do," the chipmunk said. "I have an awesome ass."

Foxy snickered. She felt around underneath Maxwell and palmed the curves of his bubble butt. "Yar-har, ye got that right, me 'munk!" The pirate dipped her head low, lifted Maxwell's scrotum with her nose and slid her long snout into the crevice of his ass crack. Using her sense of smell, she located the sweaty pucker of his anus ease and began at once to slobber and slurp its wrinkled surface, laying down thick stripes of drool which cooled the flesh. Because of her efforts, Maxwell's anus tensed and the chipmunk himself huffed and curled his toes. His fingers dug into the bunny's blue ass cheeks.

Bonnie giggled and nuzzled with Maxwell. "Mmm, is that nice? You're so cute, Max. I love that look on your face." Anybody who spent time with the Pimpbear crew came to admit that Bonnie was the most amorous of them all. Every one of them could be affectionate but none were as free as the rabbit with their kisses and sweet words. His small form rose and fell smoothly in Maxwell's lap, tight pink pussy milking the chipmunk's flesh like a steady hand or a sucking maw. He peppered the rodent's face with kisses and cooed to him, "I like you, Max. I like you a lo-o-ot."

Maxwell looked at Bonnie through his drunk, swimming eyes and thought the bunny was very cute. Bunnies were simply the best except for chipmunks. Foxy was lovely but she had no chance with Bonnie around. He said as he bumped his nose to the bunny's, "You guys are gonna make me cum." Dully he added, "I cum a lot."

"Well, with nuts like these," Bonnie palmed them, bouncing Maxwell's scrotum on Foxy's muzzle, "I should certainly hope so! Why, I bet you're going to fill me up so much that I'm gonna be leaking 'munk spunk for days."

"'Munk spunk," Maxwell repeated, gaining a lopsided smirk. "Uh, I guess so. Sure."

Foxy's tongue wriggled against the tense orifice of Maxwell's anus like a prodding finger, and then she began to force it inside of the chipmunk. For an organic such a task was challenging. For a machine who could stiffen any muscle as she saw fit, it was galling how easy it could be. As her long, wet tongue slithered its way into the rodent's anus, he squeezed down upon Bonnie's ass cheeks with a soft moan.

Still bouncing and easily defying the chipmunk's grip, Bonnie giggled and asked, "Ooh, is she putting her tongue inside you? She does that to boys she really likes." More kisses, more nuzzles. Bonnie's slim hips bounced against Maxwell's wider, stouter hips again and again. Vaginal wetness oozed along the chipmunk's penis like a glaze on a piece of meat. "Mm, you're gonna make me cum, y'kno-o-ow... funny story, first night I was online here? I fucked the repairman eight or nine times. Maybe it was ten! I just kept riding him until he couldn't handle it anymore. So I could keep riding you until your dick falls off, that's what I'm saying."

"I could handle it," Maxwell muttered and closed his eyes. He smooched Bonnie and savored how cute the bunny was and how tight that pussy was. His asshole clenched and writhed around the probing muscle of Foxy's tongue. Maxwell did not enjoy receiving anal sex, but a tongue in his ass - which deserved to be tongued often - was always a welcome sensation. "Foxy is gonna make me cum. I like having my ass licked."

Still riding smoothly, Bonnie cooed, "No better person for it, then. Mmm, Foxy wasn't lying, she eats ass like nobody's business. You should see what she does to our repairman, she makes him squirm. All with that tongue of hers, and sometimes the hook."

"Gross," Max said, but he was more than a little curious about the hook. "All right. I'm-, it's gonna happen. It's coming."

"You're coming," teased Bonnie, pressing close to the chipmunk. He kissed and nuzzled with Maxwell, loving the rodent's overbite and his cute orange face. Why couldn't he have more cute boys like Maxwell?

The pirate's paw squeezed Maxwell's behind and her tongue stabbed deep into his asshole as if searching it for treasure, fucking it in a way the chipmunk deeply enjoyed; its flesh was pliant and slippery, not hard and naturally dry like a cock or finger. It spread thick slobber across the chipmunk's anal walls at the same time as it caressed them and coaxed them apart. She continued her hungry slathering and slobbering even when the muscles tensed and the chipmunk groaned.

Deep within Bonnie's bouncing pussy, Max's cock tensed and bowed and then began to spurt fat ropes. It filled the robotic bunny's cool loins wonderfully, leaving the rabbit cooing and moaning as he pressed into Maxwell eagerly for a cuddle. They nuzzled and smooched as Maxwell shivered and came, and they greedily molested one another, fondling anything they could grab.

Foxy yanked back her tongue and as if she had just finished a snack, she wiped her lips off on the back of her hooked arm and laughed. "Ya-har! The Maxy-munk got 'imself a fine ass! Be the perfect pucker fer snackin' upon!"

"Yeah, it is," Maxwell agreed, breathing heavily. He was hot from both sex and liquor; sweat oozed through his fur. Bonnie's cool body was pleasant and he squeezed the bunny in close. He asked, "Do I, like, owe you guys anything now?"

"We aren't prostitutes," Bonnie said, not sounding offended.

"Yar!" Foxy concurred. "We ain't be chargin' doubloons, we be doin' it fer free! We be sluts, not whores!"

Bonnie laughed. "Exactly. We're sluts. Not whores." A kiss on the chipmunk's lips, a bump of overbites, and then he cooed, "So, you said you could take it when I talked about milking our repairman all day."

Foxy leaned over the back of the chair and smooched Max's cheek. "Arrr, lad, ya' opened up th' can o' worms now. Bon-bun's gonna ride yer pecker 'till it chafes right off!"

"I can take it," Maxwell affirmed, still drunk and sporting the feeling of invulnerability that went with it. "From either of you."

The vixen chuckled and rubbed his chest. Bonnie tittered. "Yarrr... that be so, lad? Well then, Bon-bun, ye be givin' Foxy a minute wit' the chipmunk. Ol' Foxy's gonna see what the Max-munk's got in 'im a'fore ye be killin' him with yer bunny bouncin."

After Bonnie let Maxwell up, the chipmunk gestured toward the bed. "Let's use that instead," he said, and started to walk unsteadily.

Foxy hoisted him up and tossed him over her shoulder as if he were a sack of grain. "Arr-har, lad! Let Foxy 'andle the navigation for ya," she cheerfully drawled.

Bonnie followed closely, eyes on the chipmunk's bottom. Semen oozed from his delicate cuntlips, running down his inner thighs which he pursed together. He liked the chipmunk a lot. It was going to be fun finding his limit.