One Night of Foxica


"Be careful, dear," Mangle chuckled as she put some lipstick on. "If Foxy is the same beast as he was years ago, he won't be able to hold his urges for long."

"Urges?" Chica blinked in confusion. "What urges?"

Toy Chica and Mangle glanced at each other before laughing; continuing to apply makeup on themselves. Toy Chica put her nail polish down, tsking.

"Poor girl. So naive."

"Naive?" Chica walked over to her. "What does that have to do with this?"

Toy Chica bit her lip as she glanced over at Mangle, who gave her a confused look in return. Toy Chica hesitated for a few moments before whipping back around in her chair and continuing to put blush on.

"It's called 'sex', dear."

"Sex?" Chica repeated. "What's sex?"

Toy Chica merely shook her head as Mangle continued to put mascara on; both ignoring the chicken behind them. Chica gave them both a confused look before stepping out of the room. She made her way down the halls until she reached the dining room of the main pizzeria.

What was sex?


She didn't recall hearing the word before. Freddy never mentioned it to her nor did Bonnie or Foxy. Come to think of it...No one ever talked about it before. If the toys knew about it, then why didn't she know as well?

Maybe Freddy knows, The chicken thought to herself as she glanced around the pizzeria. He taught me about living by myself, after all.

With that, Chica then happily skipped all over the pizzeria, looking for her friend. She found him sitting on the edge of the stage like he normally was; setting up for the toys' show tomorrow. He was currently occupied with a clipboard held in his hand; checking off his to-do list. Chica walked over to him.

"Freddy!"

The bear glanced up, surprised. Once his blue eyes fell on Chica, a smile grew on his muzzle.

"Hi, Chica!"

The chicken skipped over to him and clasped her hands behind her back. She asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm making sure I have everything ready for tomorrow's show," He replied, leaning his back on the stage. "I only have to make sure the dishes are clean, and we're ready."

"Cool!" She smiled. "Say, uh...Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," Freddy set his clipboard to the side. "What do you need?"

Chica opened her beak, but ended up shutting it as her eyes traveled to the floor. She fidgeted with her hands before asking, "W-What's sex?"

...

"W-What?" Freddy nervously chuckled, thinking he misheard her.

Chica took a breath before asking firmly, "What's sex?"

The bear's eyes widened; realizing that she actually asked that. He fell silent for a few seconds as he stared at her. Once he snapped back into reality, he gave her a nervous smile as he rubbed the back of his head.

"Uh, w-why do you ask, Chica?"

"Mangle and my toy version told me about it earlier," Chica said as she took a seat on the stage next to him. "They said I was naive for not understanding them talking about Foxy having urges."

Freddy twitched.

"D-Does he?"

Chica blinked. "Does he what?"

"Have urges...?"

"Well, I don't really know," Chica placed a hand on her beak. "I don't even know what urges are."

"W-Well, Chica..." Freddy stuttered. "Urges are usually linked with sex. An urge, in this case, is when you...feel like you need to have it."

"Have what?" She blinked. "Sex?"

Freddy placed a hand on her shoulder. "Why don't we go backstage to talk about this? It's going to be awhile."

"O-Okay," Chica said as she watched Freddy climb offstage. He offered a hand to her, in which she took as he gently lowered her to the ground. Both of them walked to the back of the pizzeria in silence.


Chica walked on the sidewalks in silence; a book clutched close to her chest. Her eyes were fixated on the ground before her as she walked emotionlessly; following her memorized route to the docks to meet Foxy.

The talk she had with Freddy lasted about an hour or two, figuring she had several questions in the end. A lot of it was awkward between them, but Freddy answered everything she asked truthfully. He seemed to know a lot about sex...

Chica glanced down at the book clutched in her arms. Freddy gave it to her before she left. He said that everything in it would answer the rest of the questions she had and educate her about the topic.

The chicken blushed as she placed a hand over her beak, turning right on the sidewalk. Ever since Freddy gave her the lecture, she felt warm. And not the kind of warm she'd feel on a hot day, but the kind of warm where it gave her...new feelings. The ones she hadn't felt before.

She gulped. Is this what Mangle said about having an 'urge'?

Chica snapped back into reality upon the sound of waves hitting the sand. When she glanced up, she saw the boardwalk across from her. Multiple ships were currently docked on it as several pirates were making their way onto the boats.

Chica made her way past through the crowds and towards the brackets nearby the pub. Taking a seat on one, she gave a polite nod to the captains that passed her as well as a few hello's to those apart of Foxy's crew.

It wasn't long before Foxy, himself, came. And when he did, he immediately ran over to her and wrapped his arms around Chica.

"There ye' are, lass!" Foxy happily exclaimed as he twirled her around. "I was wonderin' where ye' were!"

Chica giggled as Foxy lifted her back onto the ground. She gave her boyfriend another hug before standing back, clasping her hands down to her waistline.

"Sorry if I worried you. I stayed an extra hour at the pizzeria today."

"Really?" Foxy tilted his head. "Why?"

"O-Oh," Chica looked to the ground, thinking of an excuse. "Well, Freddy needed my help preparing things for tomorrow and we had extra orders of pizzas for the weekend. It took quite awhile."

"I see."

"D-Did you find anything today?" Chica asked; changing the topic. "Any treasure at all?"

"Well, me crew found a few diamonds after diggin' around in an island. They'll be workin' on gettin' it cleaned n' smoothed tonight so we'll be able t' trade it in t'morrow."

"Really?" She looked at him. "That sounds wonderful!"

"Mhm," Foxy nodded. "Let's be gettin' home 'fore it gets dark, eh?"

"O-Oh," Chica blinked, realizing it was late. "Yeah. Let's go."

Foxy gave her a smile before turning and walking off the dock. Chica quickly grabbed her book off the bracket before following after him, making sure it was out of his view the way home.


The first thing that Chica did when they arrived at their apartment was plop down onto the couch. Foxy tilted his head as he watched her.

"Ye feelin' alright, lass?"

"Yeah," She replied. "It's just been a long day."

"Ye' kiddin'?" Foxy teased. "I've been sailin' for nearly over 17 hours n' yer' tired just by cookin'?"

"You better be quiet before I make you walk the plank." Chica rolled her eyes as a smile grew on her beak. Foxy chuckled before giving her a quick kiss on the forehead; making his way to their room.

Chica waited until she heard Foxy run the water to take a shower. Quickly, she took the book out from behind her and opened it up to the table of the contents. Finding a chapter she was curious about, she then flipped the pages until she found the labeled page she was looking for. Her purple eyes traveled over the title: "Masturbation".

She felt a chill run down her spine.

Gulping the nervousness down her throat, Chica began to read the pages. There were about 10 sections on the subject of masturbation, and she recalled hearing a couple from Freddy. He told her it was about pleasuring herself in order to control the sexual urges she may experience. What she really was curious of was how to do it.

And, as she held the book closer to her, Chica felt herself blush.

Time to figure out how.


Chica was interrupted by the sound of Foxy opening the door. Immediately, she hid the book under her pillow and positioned herself casually on the couch. Foxy made his way down the hallway and looked at her. All he wore was a towel that was wrapped around his waistline.

She blushed.

"Bathroom be free if ye' need it," He said as he walked past her and sat on the opposite side of the couch. The chicken gave him a look.

"You're done?"

He nodded. "I be clean as a whistle. Ye' might need some cleanin' up fer' yer' self, though."

Chica opened her beak to reply, but shut it as she remembered the pizza stains on her feathers from today. She laughed.

"I really do, huh?"

Foxy gave her a smile before motioning towards the bathroom. She gave him a nod before standing up, but ended up hesitating on what she wanted to do. Before Foxy could glance in her direction, though, she quickly made her way down the hallway and into the bathroom; locking the door behind her.