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Grady, a cat shaped robot, returning to the home he shares with Lucas, a black wolf and a former school athlete, now sedentary, softer, still strong but definitely not a fitness fanatic. An organic-artificial couple. Returning from a shopping trip, aiming to show some new modules he's acquired.

"Lucas? Are you around? I am back"

Receiving no reply, and having received no information about any plans, no communication for a while, not since he had gone out. The humanoid machine started to worry, but noticed one thing that was different. There was a piece of paper on the counter, not on the table where he had set the recent purchases.

In the piece of paper, there was a note.

"Phone broke, again, going to be out for a while and visit my cousins, getting something new with them that will last longer, will be back late, have some fun, handsome!"

That explained the lack of communications. Grady exhaled, sighed. Cosmetic performance, for himself mostly, expressing slight dissatisfaction. Behavior that made him blend better with organics. Choosing to keep such performances, even for himself, alone. Part of the configurations for himself, that he and Lucas worked on, customizing himself for himself. Getting customized by his wolf, for both. Choosing to enjoy it, thinking of it as intimate. Choosing how to be himself. Choosing to let his wolf change some aspects of himself.

Of course, the wolf not being "his owner", had no inherent privilege to change him without permissions.

Nothing to do but wait, Grady started to place the things he had purchased into their "appropriate" spaces. Necessities, repair materials.

Toys.

Leaving the last one, something for the bedroom.

And in said bedroom, Grady looked at a printed picture of them both. Hugging his wolf.

A moment captured visually. And a moment that he stored, to relive.

Not just remember.

"Memories"

And memory.

The experience as he had, recorded, able to load it again into his working memory, replaying. Not all moments stored like that, not enough in his internal storage to do so all the time, most of his existence stored rather in "lossy" memories, details lost, generated from relational information, categorized, but not replayable.

Remembered.

Sometimes choosing events to remember and replay, relive, most of the rest just remembered and referred to. Detail lost.

That hug was definitely worth storing.

His tactile sensors, all over his body, his hands, feeling his wolf, his body, his fur, his sounds. His yellow t-shirt, how the textures slide over each other. Lucas's chest, his belly, his arms.

Such a delight, his wolf. Such a delight, to be his cat.

The last item, the most important he had bought.

A surprise for his wolf.

A new attachment for himself. A new set of compatible genitalia.

A realistic vulva that he could install.

He had not been made with any genitalia to begin with.

Grady had only gotten such functionality after meeting Lucas. Another memory stored to be able to relive it. Taking real time every time.

His crotch plate getting removed, clicking those locking tabs, setting it aside.

Letting Lucas connect all the conduits, all the hoses, for fluids, hydraulics, pneumatics.

And the data connector.

Lucas almost dropping it when it "came alive". When it started to calibrate.

The error messages, since part of the calibration could not be completed, his internal reservoirs were empty, after all, no fluids inside. His mouth? Yes, it was wet, but his lower fluid containers had not been in use, they would have to start filling them up as well.

No matter, errors dismissed, still some functionality.

And Lucas was ready for that. Pushing the module inside Grady's crotch, until it was flush, secured. Erect.

Lucas's wet nose nuzzling the decorative testicles, inhaling. New device smell.

Looking at Grady's eye displays (rather than his actual optics, just a little bit above the screens).

Inserting it in his maw. Massaging the silicone glans with his tongue.

Grady monitoring it all. In control of all his functions, setting a threshold, choosing, configuring a custom orgasm, simulated, of course. All of him is simulated. Commenting out the actual ejaculatory reaction, since those canisters inside him were empty, after all.

Telling Lucas how close he was.

It was not "true". But he made it true. He wanted to please his wolf. To make him feel better. To make him feel goood at pleasing him.

Which he was.

Lowering the treshold.

Until it triggered.

He made his wolf feel good. Did it make it feel better for himself? He had asked himself that.

Grady had relived those experiences, and now his underwear was soiled with his simulated semen.

Might as well remove all the clothes he was wearing. He wanted to try the new module in a while, after all.

Aroused. Having gotten into the habit of pleasing himself, for himself. Not just as a performance for users, for his wolf. Enjoying it.

Aroused after having relived his very first penile orgasm, his first usage of a penis with his wolf. He had already had an orgasm today, why not add some more? At least one more.

So he touched himself. Efficiently, at that. The delicate, sensitive parts of his current configuration. Squishing the balls a little bit, no simulated pain. Not controlling his thresholds. Not manually choosing, or building up an orgasm reaction.

Lucas had helped to configure him for a more "organic" set of reactions. Allowing his self to be "lower" in his system priority, allowing himself to be surprised by dynamic configurations.

Of course, he could always just elevate himself to have that control, but it was more fun this way.

Soon the orgasm arrived, and the machine cat ejaculated into his hand. Two spurts.

Looking at it. Close to his face. Pretending to smell it. Licking it. Swallowing it.

Knowing that it was a "realistic" formulation.

But not having taste or scent sensors, not something he had a way to experience directly.

Believing his wolf that it was not bad. That it was adequate. That it made it fun.

They could always flush those and refill with other formulations, if they wanted.

They often did.

And that was enough of that.

Even if the first install was something he left to Lucas, he was perfectly capable of swapping them by himself.

First the unboxing. It was not too hard to remove the plastic stands for the pussy from the cardboard container.

At least it was not styrofoam. Not messy.

Clear plastic. Taking it out and looking at it.

Labia majora, labia minora, molded. Organic looking, except for the color, which was matching his own silicone "skin" for the most part. Compatible.

Better to get ready.

Finding the locking tabs that secured his genitals to his torso, pressing them, and slowly, carefully pulling out the assembly, the internal mechanism that fit so snugly inside his crotch.

Manually deactivating fluid flow from those hoses, pulling them out. One by one. And in the end, pulling out the data connector. Not quite reverse operation from the first install.

Back to not having any sensation in his crotch, but usually such times would be shared with Lucas.

Well that was it. Setting the disembodied penile assembly to his side, he started to install the vulva on himself.

Grady started connecting the delicate, small tubes and conduits, methodically, ensuring a good fit, fluid leaks in the internal pelvic cavity would be annoying to deal with, even though he knew that Lucas would probably tease him about it, while helping him, repairing him in the worst case, would not be the first time. Thoughts about replaying the sensory memory of their first times doing this kind of swap with a different penis than the one he had relived, unboxing a new module, installing it, but Grady decided to only "remember" that it happened, triggering a different simulated emotional response than he would have had if he replayed the experience.

Fluid transfer from his internal canisters disabled while the module's sensory and control data is not flowing, Grady readying for the influx of data and calibration. An involved process, but not entirely without pleasure, particularly for a detail oriented machine as he is.

Fishing the connector from the cavity between his legs, and locating its receptacle in the inside of the vulva module, ready for the signal. Deciding to not override his automatic reactions consciously, letting the configurations he and Lucas had been building up over their time together, choosing to *be* and react in such way. Pushing that connector inside and suddenly, the disembodied penetrable is powered up, sending and receiving signals, micromotors activating, hydraulics and pneumatic lines pressurizing, calibrating the motions and simulations the artificial vulva is capable of, the small clit pushing out, simulating erectile functionality, the internal vibrating motors (remembering how Lucas liked it when he set some patterns, automated, intentional, taking control of it, not even needing custom drivers).

Exhaling once the automated calibration finished, held in hand, connected to his chassis, tubes, wires. Caressing those soft lips, brushing that plastic clit lightly with a silicone padded paw tip, with a soft silicone claw, blunt. Half testing, half just enjoying it, sensor data interpreted by his selfware, not choosing what subroutines to run for it, but letting it happen, configured, enjoying the work himself and Lucas had done.

Pushing it inside of himself until those securing latches click, until he is sure that it is secure and ready to be used.

Caressing its outside, its inside, sculpted and molded, based on an organic's own, capable of vibration, yes, but its insides meant to feel "real".

Grady himself had gotten to feel "real" himself. Lucas liked him that way, so he reconfigured himself to feel "real", why would a machine care that so much of it was imitation, simulations. What made his (His!) simulated self less valuable to himself, or to his wolf.

The disembodied penile module next to him, deactivated and flaccid, the tip still wet with the emitted fluids, leaving a little puddle on the bedding, but not forgotten. Grady picks it up and brings it near to his snout. "Sniffing" it. Playing at it. No olfactory sensors. Licking it. No taste receptors. Knowing that even without those, he loves to nuzzle, lick, suck his wolf's endowment. First with curiosity, then self configuration. Choosing it. Choosing to love to do it.

Doing the same motions on the disembodied phallus, so different to his wolf's, wetting it further with his mouth's lubrication (coming from a different canister inside his torso, small motors pushing into his mouth, and his lower regions, designed so he could have different formulations, tastes, textures, configurable to his own, and others' tastes). Perhaps upgrading the sensory suite would make it better, both for him and for Lucas.

Kissing his own disembodied penis as if it was Lucas's, remembering, but not reliving one such experience, leaving a wet trail from his neck to his belly, holding it by the structures that would hold it in place inside of him. Grady playing with both sets, rubbing the soft flaccid attachment with his newly installed set, making the inert glans "kiss" his clit, rubbing the soft deflated shaft against the labia, stimulating himself with it, amused at the difference in sensory data sent back, comparing it, replaying,reliving the experience he had just had, his eye displays flickering for a second, his processors adapting to the doubled sensory load he had started up on his working memory, feeling how his padded fingertips played with his glans just as he is playing with that same penis, rubbing it on his pussy, automatically making the insides wetter. Not bothering to control and monitor how close he is getting to the threshold to trigger another orgasm, letting the semi-randomized, dynamic configuration "surprise" him, reaching such points much eearlier, doubling the stimulation, his processors almost struggling to process both streams, sensory replay and new sensation, both held in working memory, alternating fractions of fractions of a microsecond dedicated to processing each sensory set, both contributing into those thresholds he has chosen to hide for himself, knowing that the climax will come much earlier this way.

Thinking, remembering, desiring to be enjoyed by his wolf as much as he himself enjoys Lucas, relinquishing his selfware's absolute control over his own reactions and processes, letting automated systems they both had been setting up, feeling freer by such self-limits, knowing that he could as easily just trigger such reactions, queue them up to process, or to set them manually and proceed mechanically to reach those known thresholds.

Oh he would do it. He liked to do it. But this way made him think he was at least a bit closer to Lucas, unable to properly know how his wolf's organic self felt, but enjoying the simulation, the process, the surprise.

Self limited in such a way to make his selfware be "surprised" even if all his systems could be under his complete control at any point. And not even halfway into the replayed sensory experience, having an orgasm sequence load, trigger, automated motion, automated reaction, artificial pleasure, authentic enough.

And not bothering to cancel the replayed sensory experience.

Letting it all process, simulated breathing, gas exchange becoming more necessary, to transfer the heat from inside his chest, from the work in his processors. Wet, panting, pleased.

Enjoying himself. Enjoying how he is. How he has made himself, and how he will continue to make himself, both for himself, and for his wolf.

Smiling. Spent. The replayed experience ending, the new experience as well, idly touching the new module, considering it more than well calibrated, ready to rest, and wait for his wolf to return, and find him as a surprise.

Activating the bed's induction charge coils, spreading his legs, and placing himself in standby mode, ready to give an interesting surprise to Lucas, when he finally returned home.