Broken Little Pieces (Glam. Freddy/Glam. Bonnie x Monty)

Steps

*WWHHHEEEZZEEE okay, ill admit the first part is me fucking around a little because I can, but the real heavy plot finally starts in the second half

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Monty moved quickly towards the gift counter, focusing his mind on the task before him instead of the bear. Freddy, why was he acting so lovely? Monty was beyond confused, and it was starting to fry his nerves. His claws shuffled through the various shirts, eventually finding a set that was the correct size and tucking them inside his stomach casing.

He turned, eyes wide as he yelped, jumping back from the hen near his face, "C-Chica, what the heck are ya doing here?"

Chica giggled, hands clasped behind her back as she leaned forward, "Well, I wanted to check in on you. Freddy just dragged you off so suddenly; it made me oh so worried."

Her eyes fluttered, a light smile on her beak as she stepped closer, "I feel like we could benefit each other, ya know?"

The reptile sputtered as she dragged a finger over his shoulder, "A-ah' what? What are ya doin?"

"Listen, Monty. You saw how he acted today; he's losing it at an alarming rate. It's time for us to remove him as the lead." She shifted her shoulders, shirt sleeve slipping down her arm.

"What, Chica again? That is the dumbest idea. But what are ya trying to do here exactly? You're being way too nice right now."

"Oh Monty~ Just relax, darling; I'll help you out, then you'll help me." She purred, breath ghosting his neck as she held his face.

The avian knew how to utilize her assets to get what she wanted, it didn't matter whether they were man, woman, or otherwise, it always worked. She closed in, pressing her lips to his jaw, feeling him tense under her fingers.

Monty froze, wriggling out of her grip and slipping around the hen, "Eehh right, I'm at a loss about what you're getting at here, but okay. I'm just going to-"

"No! Hehe, I mean, don't run off yet; I'll let you touch however you like." She smirked, tossing her tight shirt off and exposing her pale, feathered chest.

She slowly opened her eyes, pupils widening at the blank expression the gator was giving her. That wasn't the proper reaction; he should be a drooling mess with his hands all over her chest.

"C-come on, big boy, you can touch them if you want?" She arched her back, stepping closer and placing a palm on his chest.

Monty blinked, pushing her hand away while tilting his head, expression unreadable, "Huuuuhh? Why would ah' wanna touch your...your...your," he faltered; he couldn't recall the word for her...assets.

Chica faltered, arm raised in shock, "You're saying you don't want to touch my-"

He cut her off with a frantic wave, "No no, ah' got this, ah' totally know what those things are." He placed a hand under her chin as the hen watched with confusion, "Ummm, saddlebags? No, uh oh Yea, lumpy sacks. Haha, that's definitely what they are."

Chica winced, anger rising as she watched him laugh, "That is not what they're called, you moron." She snapped venom, coating every word.

Monty grinned, patting her head, "No need to thank me, see ya around, ducky." 

"WHAT?!" She screamed, the reptile breaking into a run and choosing to ignore the sounds of destruction, making his way back into his little hideaway.

"Hahaha, holy shit, did you think that would work?" Roxanne cackled, the hen glaring at her as she tugged her shirt back on.