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Tales From the Synth - Series One - Chapter Three -

Chapter Three

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

15thMarch, 2023

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Clyde frowned, then looked from the startled Synth back to Roan.

"I think I broke your toy..."

With a visible shiver than rippled the silicone skin from ear tip to tail tip, Squeaky trembled and blinked once, before his LED eyes formed a frown beneath his display port.

"I am not a toy..." Squeaky protested, then placed his paws on his hips and stamped a long slender foot, trying to act all indignant and self-righteous.

Roan snickered. "Do not try to be something you're not dear Squeaky. Really? Obstinate and self-righteous and...it's _so_not becoming in you. Besides, Clyde is a guest, be respectful!"

Indignant, Squeaky turned about and poked Roan in the chest with a squishy paw.

"I am not a toy!"

Clyde frowned, scratching at the back of his head as he watched the interplay, a very confused look on his broad muzzle.

"Did I do something wrong?"

Roan rolled his eyes and chuckled, watching as Squeaky tilted his head to the side, acting like a spoilt toddler.

"No, Squeaky has a...never mind. Squeaky? You're being very rude, apologise!"

His eyes widening, then seeing his master really was getting upset with him, Squeaky flattened his ears back, then turned about and faced Clyde.

"Sir, I apologise - " Squeaky murmured, bowing his head in submission.

"Uh..." Clyde frowned deeper. "Am I meant too...something, I - um..."

Roan shook his head and chuckled, then stood and walked into the kitchen. "I invited you over for a barbeque dinner, so, lets get this party started!"

Clyde stood up, accidentally brushing against Squeaky's muzzle with his sheath, which elicited a low moan from the synth, whose olfactory sensors went wild.

"Squeaky? I heard that!" Roan snorted, then laughed. "Calm yourself!"

Clyde blinked, confused and bewildered looked at the quivering synth.

"Don't mind him," Roan sighed. "I think he's got a crossed circuit or something..."

Standing there, staring at the swaying tail of Clyde, Squeaky quivered and his muzzle fell open as thousands of computations a second flashed through his positronic mind.

Suddenly, Squeaky snorted and stamped a foot again. "I do not! I was just comparing physiological differences between species and..."

Both Clyde and Roan looked over their shoulders at the Synth, who felt a bright bluish streak form across his cheeks - he couldn't help it.

*

Clyde finally put his plate aside, then sprawled on the couch and sighed in contentment. Roan chuckled, un-surprised at how much his colt-hood friend could still put away.

"I'm a growing boy!" Clyde rumbled, then belched loudly. "Oops, excuse me..."

Roan grinned. "Out maybe! You grow any more in the vertical, I'll need to knock my first floor down, just so you can get in!"

Clyde scratched his chest, then grinned and nodded at Roan.

"So, tell me about this..." Lost for words, Clyde gestured to Squeaky. "You always did have a strange - some would say unnatural...attraction to inflation devices, etc..."

Roan blushed, swishing his ears backwards to try and hide it. Squeaky turned his head towards his owner, one LED eye forming a raised eyebrow gesture.

"That's...not entirely true - " Roan stammered, then swept a paw over his forehead and ears as he laughed nervously. "I know a certain young stud who..."

Squeaky blinked, his processor nearly overheating as it analysed his owners full bio-metrics, before he made a connection and his eyes slightly widened. Roan glanced at Squeaky, who closed his muzzle with a quiet click.

"Hah, yeah, I remember it fondly, this half-starved, scrawny colt - couldn't cut it in the grid iron team..."

Roan blushed worse, then nervously giggled.

"I've wondered, all these years, are you really a mare? You certainly squealed like one - more than once!" Clyde laughed, then slapped his right thigh with a paw, making a loud clap sound.

Squeaky twitched and one ear went flat, as he started to turn his head to the side, an unhappy waving line forming over his muzzle.

"Oh, sorry..." Clyde grunted. "I guess your hearing is..."

With an exasperated sigh, Squeaky turned about and nodded, his expression friendly, but Roan could read Squeaky's real emotional state from his subtle body language.

"Yes, my auditory sensors are quite acute, please do not do that again."

Clyde moved slightly, then nodded. "Sorry... Anyway, Roan, so you and Squeaky here...you really...you know..."

Squeaky began to open his muzzle again, then a paw laid on his left shoulder silenced him.

"Yes. Trust me, I've had my share of fillies and a few mares - and others..." Roan laughed weakly. "I'm sure you've got your own list of conquests and so on..."

Clyde guffawed and Squeaky winced again.

"That's all fine and dandy, colt..." Clyde grinned. "Now, truth, between us - you really...with this..."

Squeaky's ears flattened and his gaze narrowed in exasperation and rising unhappiness.

"Squeaky and I regularly engage in a wide variety of sexual gratifications, yes..." Roan muttered, then hung his head shamefully.

"How's it...I can't begin too..." Clyde asked, as he stood up and looked at Squeaky, who kept his head lowered.

"Squeaky, its alright, Clyde is a friend, you can trust him - that's an order, alright?"

Squeaky trembled, his wish to protect his master and their secret fought with the command given to him, but he quickly submit to his owners order.

"Yes, master..." Come the quiet, surly response.

"It's...something," Roan confessed, as he gently stroked Squeaky's ears, trailing his hooflets along the edges.

Squeaky visibly quivered, much to Clyde's surprise.

"It can feel...that?"

"I can, whilst I can not truly feel, in an organic sense, I have implanted sensors that generate electrical impulses, which when sent to my positronic..."

"Squeaky, please, let me explain." Roan muttered. "Clyde? Yes. In a way, he, and he identifies as male - "

Clyde's eyebrows raised, a furrow forming across his forehead deep enough to be classified as a chasm. "Uh...I don't see any...you know..."

Roan chuckled. "Indeed, Squeaky is a null, he does not possess a gender as such, but he is programmed and voice printed with a masculine voice, as such, he identifies as a male."

"I'm confused..." Clyde mumbled, resting his chin on a paw.

"Anyway, yes... impulses sent to his brain - in his skull there - are interpreted as pleasure - of a sort. I don't know the full details, but yes, he feels pleasure when we make love. Also, he has these...uh..."

Roan paused, then struggled to find the words. Thankfully, Squeaky spoke up to assist his obviously embarrassed owner.

"I have within my silicone body, numerous synthetic muscles, as it were, I can contract or release. I also have full and varied thermal control and can emulate, accurately, how it would be like, for example, of any species or gender, to bring my owner pleasure."

Clyde's eyes looked like they'd glazed over.

"Basically," Roan smiled and caressed Squeaky's ears again. "Yes, it's as good as the real thing - truly - I think it's even better than the real thing! Squeaky has a silicone - tube I guess - that extends from the back of his mouth down to the base of his tail. It's not visible, as its the same colour as his silicone body core - but yes, it exists - it's really something...

"If my master desires, I could demonstrate, if - " Squeaky looked at Clyde, then back at Roan. "I am fully conversant in many techniques for sexual arousal and..."

Roan blushed and coughed into the back of a paw. "Squeaky, I don't know if... well, if Clyde..."

A thump sounded behind Squeaky, who squeaked and turned about, then his LED eyes filled his display port. Clyde grinned and placed his paws on the couch arms, seemingly having grown a third leg between the two hooves ones that were on the carpet.

"Oh my..." Squeaky gasped, his muzzle falling open and ears going completely flat against the back of his neck.

Roan laughed - he couldn't help himself...

TO BE CONTINUED