Foxys pov: I watch and wait. Once more, He was thinking. He flips me over. He had gotten on me somehow. I try to squirm away. His thighs pinned my hips down. His member was 2 seconds away from my mouth. I stare at it. Then I keep trying to move.

He keeps me down,"Stop fighting." He commands. I disobey. "Your only making it harder on yourself, Foxy." I growl,"Stop...I dont know how you got me this far!" "It's called persuasion." He says. I keep squirming. Then all of a sudden, Chica yells,"Freddy? Where are you?!" Freddy trues to ignore but she keeps screeching his name.

He groans and gets off me. I scramble over to my clothes. I put them on. He finishes putting his clothes on, too. He pays no mind to me. He smooths his hair, puts his hat on, and walks out casually like nothing dirty just happened.

Chica spoke to him. I peek one eye out of the cove,"What were you doing in the cove?" She says. He clears his throat and atraightens out his shirt,A meeting." "With Foxy?" "Yes.." He continues. My ears lowered. I swear to god she was on to us. She is no chicken..

She's a hawk...