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Tales From the Synth - Chapter Five -

Chapter Five - Final -

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

15thMarch, 2023

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Roan groaned and even Clyde managed a weak chuckle, before he looked at Squeaky, who gazed back, then looked at Roan.

"Master?"

"You know you want him Squeaky," Roan grunted, as he tipped himself sideways, folding his hooves beside himself and up against his rump, leaning on one paw. "Now, here's your chance to show him what making love with a Synth is like..."

"I...are you sure? I..." Squeaky quivered - whether with anticipation, or actual fear - having had time to _really_look at what was expected of him.

At about thirteen or fourteen inches from base to flaring head, Clyde was not, to be honest, Roan's size. Roan was about eight or nine, about half the width of a soft drink can. To Squeaky's electronic eyes, Clyde was double the length and a _lot_broader - in every sense, where it mattered.

"Having second thoughts Squeaky?" Roan giggled, one eyebrow raised.

Squeaky made a strange gulp sound, his throat tube rippling, as he walked over to Clyde.

"So little Synth..." Clyde mumbled, as he frowned. "How...I mean just..."

Pausing for a microsecond, Squeaky went through a thousand or so calculations and possible outcomes, before he turned about and leaned forwards slightly. His dark grey handle on his back moved slightly as Squeaky rocked from side to side.

"Oh, convenient!" Clyde grunted, then reached down and took Squeaky's handle in one paw and lifted him up. Squeaky gave an weak squeal as he felt himself pulled back against Clyde's belly and chest.

"Ummm, my tail..." Squeaky moaned.

"Oops," Roan yelped, then stood up and pulled Squeaky's tail up and to the side, so it hung over Clyde's right thigh.

"Won't I need..." Clyde began, then looked left and right.

"Oh, oh no, that's one advantage of him...you won't have _any_problems mounting him. I swear, he self-lubricates and..."

Squeaky's LED's went wide, as he felt his thigh pads gripped in a tight grasp, before Clyde chuckled and pushed Squeaky down. With an audible gasp, Squeaky quivered as he felt himself being penetrated by what, to him, felt like a fire hydrant. Silicone tubing stretched and expanded, as Clyde gasped in surprise - feeling Squeaky's muscles and instantly, the warmth spread as Squeaky's temperature rose within him.

His expression visible to the giggling Roan, Clyde gasped and pulled Squeaky down, the Synth's eyes squeezing closed and a waving line forming across his muzzle. One paw shot upwards, curled over and held tight to his chest, the other pushed as hard as he could against Clyde's tight, muscled thigh.

"Oh my..." Clyde gurgled, as he started to thrust against Squeaky's rump.

Squeaky lived up to his name, his ears flat and head tilted back, squeals and a very good simulator on moans bursting from his vocabulator.

"Ooo - " Squeaky yelped. "Master it..."

"Shush Squeaky," Roan growled at him, then sprawled on the couch.

From where he lay, he saw Clyde's thick muscled length up almost level with Squeaky's chest, the tubing ridged and bulging under the strain.

"Cute little synth, you're nice, young and still fairly new..." Clyde grunted, increasing his thrusts within the synth. "You're amazing and let's just test you out...shall we?"

Squeaky's eyes flashed back on, filling his display port as he curled his head down and a strange expression crossed his electronic muzzle. Clyde grunted and held the squirming synth, as he really started to go to work on Squeaky.

"Hey...Roan?" Clyde gasped between thrusts. "This...synth...I'm not... going to get... anything tangled...am I?"

Roan, who had taken his own length in his paws, looked up and chuckled.

"No, you'll be fine..."

Squeaky yelped again and shuddered.

"He's...really squirming and...oh god, no...don't do...that..." Clyde gasped, his eyes widening as he felt Squeaky's muscles rippling randomly along Clyde's penis.

Squeaky didn't know much, but he did know, if he had internal organs, they'd certainly be tangled. Even though he did not have tear ducts, he was absolutely certain, his eyes would have been watering. He'd _never_been ridden like this before - and Squeaky genuinely started to worry about his own safety - yet his processor, overwhelmed, overheated and with more input than it could manage - somehow kept the synth well within safety parameters.

"Mas...." Squeaky rasped, muzzle hanging open, body quivering and eyes showing inverse >< symbols. "Master..."

Roan, masturbating himself and watching as Clyde pounded the Synth, looked up and a grin spread across his muzzle. Rising, he walked over, then lifted Squeaky's head.

"You...oh that feels...thinking what..." Clyde grunted, sweat starting to slicked his body, his orgasm being fought every step of the way as Clyde lost himself in the pleasure of the synth.

"Mas..." Squeaky yelped. "Mmphh!"

His voice was silenced as Roan grinned and shoved his own penis into Squeaky's muzzle. Together, both equine's began to spit-roast the synth, who trembled like it was short-circuiting and its eyes went blank, before forming two love-heart symbols.

"Oh Squeaky..." Roan grunted, as he placed his paws on Squeaky's shoulders and drove his full length into Squeaky's throat.

Clyde gurgled and puffed like a feral stallion as they two of them gave it their all - and then some.

"Finally...found a way..." Roan grunted, as he grit his teeth and shoved the last few inches forwards, Squeaky's soft nose pressed hard against Roan's belly. "To.,..shut you...up..."

Squeaky shuddered and his sensors were borderline from the sensations and conflicting messages their scrambled signals were sending.

"Fuck me like you mean it Clyde..." Roan gasped, as he snapped his hips forwards, making Squeaky's jaws wider than they'd ever been.

"Maybe...urgh...later..." Clyde growled. "This...synth..."

First Roan, then a few seconds later, Clyde, arched their hips forwards and Squeaky's body convulsed, as the two powerfully thrusting equines emptied their combined orgasms deep inside Squeaky's silicone body. His green, almost transparent silicone body turned an opaque colouration.

Roan collapsed to his knees, Squeaky's eyes widening as he was suddenly pulled downwards, as Roan shuddered and released another orgasm into Squeaky. Clyde gripped the Synth's thigh handles tight and felt his own - and that of Roan's - orgasms mix and slick each others softening length.

Roan panted, one paw braced on the back of Squeaky's neck, the other on the floor, as he shuddered and slumped back onto his hocks. With a slurping sound, Roan dismounted from Squeaky, who blinked twice and visibly quivered.

"I..." Clyde gurgled, as he shivered and carefully lifted Squeaky upwards, reluctantly sliding himself almost out. "Uh...Roan? Is...I don't want to make...a mess you know..."

"I am..." Come Squeaky's weak voice. "Capable of..."

Clyde shuddered and oblivious to Squeaky's comment - slipped out, feeling Squeaky's silicone sphincter slide closed. Squeaky moaned, visibly quivering as his legs wobbled as he was set on the ground.

"Master...I need..." Squeaky's quivering voice was broken with static and barely audible.

"Damn it Squeaky," Roan chastised him playfully, poking the synth in the heavily swollen belly region. "You better not make a mess, I swear..."

"Please...don't - " Squeaky moaned, his paws clutching his belly. "So...overwhelmed..."

"Go get cleaned up," Roan shook his head. "Look at you? You're all stretched out now! I swear, next time I make love with you - it'll be like throwing a hot dog down a hallway!"

With a withering look that'd Roan swore would strike him dead, Squeaky glared at him, then shuddered and waddled towards the bathroom. Visibly, vapour come from the concealed thermal slots in Squeaky's thighs, as his processor tried to shed the thermal heat. His indignant look and attitude were met with hysterical laughter from both equines, as Squeaky took a step then tumbled head over heels - literally - as his silicone paw pads on his feet slipped on the large puddle of semen that pooled beneath him.

"Oh...no..." Squeaky moaned, slapping his paws to his cheeks in a hilarious imitation of shock.

*

A few days later, Squeaky sprawled on Roan's chest, his forearms resting on Roan's shoulders, tail limp between the equine's thighs, having spent another few hours making love out on the pool deck with his beloved owner.

"Master..." Squeaky sighed, content and well pleasured - his sensors could detect even higher levels of endorphin's and other chemicals in his masters scent and body.

Roan shuddered, then placed a paw gently on Squeaky's back handle, lifting him up slightly, whilst staying within him.

"Mmm?" Roan murmured sleepily.

"Are you...satisfied with..." Squeaky's voice grow faint and pensive. "I mean, I made love with that shire and..."

Roan's eyes widened, then narrowed before he poked Squeaky's nose with a hooflet.

"You seduced Clyde with your pheromones, that was wrong. You should feel bad about that - I think you got off light, all things considered!"

"I don't... feel like I got off...lightly..." Squeaky reached back with a paw, then rubbed at his rump, near his tail base. "Besides, master, you put him...up to this..."

Squeaky's left ear rotated backwards and he shuddered, before Roan nickered in laughter and turned Squeaky's head back to look into his eyes. Heavy hoof-beats approached and Roan looked over, just before Squeaky trembled and buried his forehead against Roan's chest.

"You two are talking like I'm not here or sumthin..." Clyde groused, as he carried the large cooler, then set it down with a thump.

He opened it, then pulling out two bottles of expensive beer, handing one to Roan.

"Clyde, please, I'm talking to my synth, telling him he should feel bad about what he done..."

"What_I_ did?" Squeaky squealed, then as only he could, pushed himself backwards, before he looked down at the well stretched out stomach - double its usual size.

"I'm still right here..." Clyde groused, as he sat on the edge of the pool. "So, Squeaky...you want to go for another round or two? I went easy on you last time..."

Squeaky's ears went flat against his neck, his eyes going wide as his display port would allow and he just buried his head on Roan's chest and moaned, long and loudly...

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