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Kacey Pinkerton

Furry Erotic Short Story

6113 Words

Bug Report

"It looks like we have some neurological latency, from segment D3 to..." the ferret wore a surgical mask over his face as he looked at a wiring diagram. "D7, let's see." He looked back, examining the open panel. He lifted a hot wiring tool, measured the distance with a finger, then began to scarpe broken solder. After a moment of work he set the tool down and asked, "How's that?"

"Sounds about right," said a green bodied synth laying out on an inspection table.

"You should have," the ferret pulled his mask down and pulled a bin from a nearby table. "You should notice a 6-9% decrease in nanite twitching as well."

The synth looked back, "Really! That's going to be a relief."

The ferret put his mask back up and began soldering replacement competents along the pulled apart glute of the synth. "So, have any weekend plans?"

"No, not really Doc. Gotta get to studying, you know how it is."

"Indeed I do!" The ferret put his tool down and pushed the smooth butt plate back into place with a click and hiss. "Well, that was it. Be sure and take it easy for a day or so."

"Thanks so much Jack!" The synth jumped up and stepped out of the room.

The ferret stood and set his work box back on his roller work table. Jack wasn't actually a doctor, in fact he wasn't even a fully licenced synth tech. He was only donating his time doing small hardware troubleshooting. Truth of the matter, most of the work he did was nerve contact adjustments. He was easily replaceable by a hot jinx packet, something you could pick up at any cyberwork store. But his work was paid for by the university, so it was free to all synth students. He usually worked on athletic synths that went a little too hard during sports.

Jack sat back down on his wheely stool and looked at his watch. "Two more before quitting time," he thought, getting live notes for his next two patients.

The door clicked open and a sleek, muscled synth stepped through the door. "Hey doc," the synth said before sitting on the table.

"Oh, hey Aj... another popped cuff connection?"

Aj was covered in black and grey plating, with some orange embellishments. "Well, that's my first bit of maintenance, yeah."

"First?" Jack said scooting closer. "Lay down please."

Aj had done these before, he was a lineman for the university's synth football team. He stood and laid on his chest. "Yeah, I have another concern." Jack pulled out a roll of tools and laid them across the center of Aj's back. The synth shivered slightly.

"Okay." Jack pushed a special key tool into the panel that ran across the back of the synth's shoulder, it was thick with nanite muscle. Jack carefully pulled the limb free; Aj seemed to be in discomfort. Jack used a spudger tool to pull the nanite muscles at the joint apart, checking for damage. The thick muscles were so tight and well woven. Jack couldn't help but admire it. "What kind of concern..."

"Uhhh, Intimate... concerns."

Jack dropped his tool and gripped the synths severed arm before it could fall to the floor. "O-okay..." Jack had never done any work of that caliber.

"Are you... not comfortable helping me with that."

"No, no. Sorry I just wasn't... uhhh." Jack stood up and picked the tool off the floor before adjusting the arm's musculature. "Okay... What kind of concerns... specifically. If I can ask."

Aj cleared his throat, a simulated gesture, "Well, I need more."

"More," Jack said softly, pulling the layered pieces of artificial muscle out. "More?" He said again, this time as a question.

"I have a... nanite flow concern."

"Nanite flow..." Jack scrubbed the connection thinking about what that could mean.

"I can't get enough of them... where I want them..." Aj tried to describe it again.

Jack straightened the arm and popped it back into place. The arm hissed as it fused back to the socket. "You... so is this an SBIA filing?"

"Uh... no... I don't... no..." Aj said scoffing and adjusting his arm.

"Not a blueprint concern..." SBIA was a law put into effect in the early years of synth development that ensured that synths' blueprints would not become corrupted from repeated, unmeasured, and unregulated edits. The Synth Blueprint Instability Act was pushed through as an attempt to protect the new synthetic life forms from damage, but in the last few years many have claimed the regulation isn't needed. That it's a useless limit imposed on artificial life forms by jealous organic lifeforms. Jack sighed softly, "... a general flow concern?"

Aj chuckled, "Yeah... I mean... it's not, not a blueprint adjustment... but."

Jack sat back onto his stool. "You want micros..."

"Yeah..." Aj laughed... "Is that something you do?"

"Uhhh... not in the office..." Jack looked at the floor. He always wanted to do blueprint bumps, often called micros, but he never had a chance. "Can we meet after I'm done? I might be able to help but I shouldn't do something like that here."

"O-oh... Okay then." Aj stood and held out his wrist; a neatly fitted watch like Jack's lit up. "Hit me up when you're done, I guess." Jack held out his wrist and the watches blooped and Jack looked at the new contact. "Ajaxle" Jack read softly to himself.

"Thanks again. Maybe you can micro that cuff flaw out too," He said with a smile as he slid out of the room.

Jack ran his hands through his hair looking at his little work table. "What kind of micros does he want?" Jack began to wonder. "He made it sound like he wants to make his dick bigger or something..." Jack could feel himself begin to sweat as he thought about it.

"Hello Mr. Mov?" A purple and white synth with an arm in a sling stepped in.

"Oh no, are you okay?"

***

Hours later

***

Jack sat on his love seat in his dorm, unbuttoning his shirt a bit and taking a long breath.

Long day at the bot clinic.

The last patient was a particularly long one. A lot of weird wiring he wasn't used to dealing with. Jack's watch pinged and vibrated.

"Yo Doc, can I come over?"

Jack sighed and wondered how he'd do with the micro, he pulled a box down from his closet. His dorm room was larger than most. Big enough for his desk, his desk chair, his bed (which was mounted to the wall), and the love seat. He rummaged through the box, setting it on his desk. He pulled out a small micro kit he bought online.

He'd read about micros, studied it a lot actually. Basically the idea was to fool the meter in a synth's body that regulated nanite fabrication. Usually a blueprint change would take months, not to mention the week or so it would take to clear changes through SBIA databases. But micros could change a synth's body in mere minutes.

There was, according to all studies conducted, little to no actual danger when it comes to blueprint instability. Micros themselves yielded no threat to a synth's nanite health either. However, doing them without precision could yield some interesting results. "Yeah, I'm ready," Jack replied. "I'm in McLaugh Hall, 202."

Aj knocked on the door and Jack let him in. "Hey Doc, You look good."

"Oh, thanks. Cuff feeling better?"Jack asked.

"Yeah, it's good. I'm excited to micro it away."

"Ye, yeah? Let's go then." Jack said, pulling the micro kit up. "Why don't you jump on the bed and I'll hook this in."

"So, how does it work again?"

"Basically I hook this up to your blackbox port, it will read your blueprint, copy it and then feed a constant binaural signal to the regulator."

"Ohhhh kay." Aj said sitting on the bed, resting his back on the wall.

"The regulator is always checking your black box to make sure it's working correctly. Sometimes micros don't take because of this. Sometimes a micro will have a false take, and the regulator will ping your original blueprint back to your blackbox. But if we take our time... it'll be fine." Jack pulled some caps on the back of Aj's head, and plugged the boxes in. "If it doesn't take we'll just do it again."

"It's totally safe though, right?" Aj asked, watching Jack adjust some notes on his watch.

"Yeah, you'll be fine. If your original blueprint is somehow corrupted we'll have a backup on this other blackbox."

Aj nodded.

"So..." Jack said softly.

"Yeah, so..."

"You gotta tell me what we're editing..."

"Yeah, for sure," Aj sighed. "We'll fix my cuff... and I want a bigger..."

"A bigger dick?"

Aj smiled and nodded, his orange eyes rendered with simple light shapes. His head was adorned with the traditional configuration of horntennas. His body seemed light for a lineman though, his athlete buds were much bulkier. Jack wondered if he was some special kind of lineman or something. He didn't know sports.

"Should... Should we see what we're working with?"

Aj looked Jack over and smiled. Modesty plates, as they were called by many in the field, were usually retractable at a moments notice. For synths with penises they'd often have a simple set of plates that covered their slit. Aj was no different. "Doc," Aj said. "You're really staring."

"Sorry," Jack said softly. "Should probably..."

Aj began to touch himself, feeling his orange member push from its slit; he seemed to enjoy the attention. "You want to help with this?"

Jack pulled his desk chair over, spinning it quickly so he could sit beside his bed. "Let's," Jack touched him softly at first. "You want it... bigger?" The synth's orange tool was smooth, like all ninite muscles. Unlike most however, this bit of synthetic flesh was warm to the touch. The small lines in the flesh, where the tissue was specially joined to increase its strength.

"I mean," Aj laughed. "It's not that mine is small or anything... I just want a little more heft... a little more reactivity too maybe..." Aj huffed feeling Jack push his finger down into his slit. "Ahh, god, what are you doing?"

Jack snickered realizing he was being too invasive, "Oh uh, sorry, just checking for any blown seals... stuff like that." Jack wiped his hands off on his jeans, he felt them getting tighter but he hadn't realized how hard he had gotten. "Uh, so... have you been, have you been engaged in strenuous activity?"

Aj laughed and scratched his stomach, "What do you think..."

Jack turned in his chair licking his lips, "You should probably bathe more..."

Aj laughed again, "Hey, don't blame me. My girlfriend is a wolf, she wants me to smell like her."

"Wolf?" Jack said softly, taking notes on a booklet beside his table. His mind was shot, he was idoly scribbling. Thinking about how perverted and demanding his girlfriend must be, specific tastes that Aj seemed to be more than happy to fit, or at least appease.

"Is this thing online?" Aj said reaching back to hold the dangling kit.

Jack turned and held his watch up. "Yeah, just give it a second. It's taking a bit to sync."

Aj touched himself looking at Jack, "Okay, cool. I have a pretty stock kinda... kit..."

"Mhm," Jack looked at his watch... "You don't just want it bigger?"

"I didn't tell my girl about this... maybe we could... get a knot on there... as a sorta surprise." Aj smiled wide, his leg muscles tensed slightly as he continued to stroke himself. Jack looked up from his watch, the black and grey muscles seemed to move with such smooth precision. Maybe it was just because Jack spent all day examining them, always so close and yet never intimate.

"We can do that." Jack scooted forward, looking over Aj. "Do you like being watched or something?"

Aj laughed and covered his face. "Gosh Doc, what kind of question is that."

"Just seems like, well... You're really going at it..."

"I'm excited... about the growth... I want to feel it happen."

Jack smiled and nodded. His watch pinged loudly, "Ahh, here we go."

Aj squeezed the base of his tool, "I'm around 7 inch... can we go up to 9 inch? Make some room for that knot too."

"So like... 9 inches insertable... 2 inch knot?" Jack felt his face grow a bit warmer. "An 11 incher," he said softly as he adjusted values on his watch.

"That sounds good," He snickered, "Seems like you like watching..."

"I just..." Jack sent the data adjustments to the blueprint blackbox. "I don't know... It's interesting seeing this side of you."

Aj smiled, licking his lips, "Yeah? You really got curious earlier."

"Well, I'm an inquisitive person..."

Aj smiled and laid down in Jack's bed. "I should probably wash up after this... get that new car smell back..."

Jack looked back at his watch unsure how to respond.

"Which means..." Aj gripped Jack's arm. "She won't be able to smell it..."

Jack looked the synth over, "Smell what?"

"Whatever you want to do with it," Aj put Jack's hand on his warm flesh again. "Call it pay back for helping me so much this year."

Jack laughed, feeling himself blush again, "Hey, hey I don't know..."

"It'll be fun," Aj licked his lips again, the nanite tissue tongue was bright orange.

"She does smell good." Jack said softly.

Aj laughed loudly, "Yeah she does, why do you think I let her leave it on me."

Jack smiled and laid on his bed beside the synth. "You should be feeling the growth soon." The ferret huffed through his nose and unbuckled his pants, leaving them on but showing off his ass. "I know what I want to do with it."

Aj rolled onto his side, "Yeah? You want it inside?"

"Y-yeah... I want to feel it grow too." Jack said, speaking softly, as if he was afraid of being caught. Truth of the matter was he wasn't violating any rules, he wasn't on the job, Aj wasn't a patient right now. "I want it inside," He said more firmly.

"Mmm, I didn't take you for a bottom," Aj said, pushing his hands under Jack's shirt.

"Who said I was a bottom," Jack said softly. He opened a bottle of lube, hidden carefully but accessible, under his bed. He lubed the Synth's tool and pushed back over it with ease.

"Your body... apparently." Aj said with a squeeze of Jack's soft furred belly and pressing forward.

"Hhhh," Jack grabbed Aj's hands and squeezed them firmly. "Be gentle," Jack said with a slight laugh realizing what he just said.

"Mmmm hmmm. Not a bottom." Aj leaned in and licked the side of Jack's neck.

"I'm, I'm. It's complicated..." Jack said, feeling blush fill his face again.

Aj began to rock his hips slowly, "Sure it is... to me it seems pretty simple."

Jack chuckled, "Yeah, maybe." He huffed, a soft whine backed each as he could feel the synth begin to move around inside. "Maybe it is, maybe it isn't."

Jack felt his whole body shiver as the synth moved his hands up, he wrapped his hands over the ferret's chest. "Take this off," Aj said softly. His voice was deep and bassy, Jack liked the feel of it in his ear.

Jack jumped at the request, as if it were some kind of order. He pushed his undershirt and button up shirt off and to the floor. Aj smiled and ran his hands up. His soft digits moved through his fur and gripped the ferret's long neck. His fingers landed in the corner of the ferret's narrow muzzle.

"It's kinda tingly..." Aj said softly, "Might be in for a surprise..."

Jack drooled onto his bed sheets. Feeling and sense, lost in pleasure. Jack could feel the synth's tool warm and then expand suddenly. "Ahhh! Fuck yeah!"

Aj pulled on Jack's cheek, fish hooking him. "Language Doc, Language. Don't make me do something about that mouth." Aj put both hands on the ferret's ass and pulled firmly out.

Jack chuckled feeling Aj's new knot pop free. "Damn, probably should have been more conscious of that."

"Yeah... you okay." Aj said, pushing his hand around, feeling inside the ferret's pants.

"Heh, yeah..." Jack said, letting out a long breath.

"Oh, you... did you cum?" Aj asked, cooing softly.

"Y-yeah. I did... sorry." Jack let out a long breath, he didn't realize he was trying to hide it. He couldn't not pant a bit.

"N-no, You're good Doc... glad I could help."

Jack looked back with a raised eyebrow, "H-help?"

"Seems like you needed that..."

Jack looked at the floor, at his desk and his wall. "Uh, yeah, I guess... It's been a while..."

"Not a lot of luck lately?"

"Hrm? No no, just uh... not with dudes."

"Oh... Oh okay..." Aj smiled and squeezed his ass. "Well, maybe we can hang out again." Aj said, pulling completely out, so slowly. "Your ass is a bit tighter..."

Jack huffed and ignored the comment. "Well... I fixed your cuff... and you know."

"I do know," Aj smiled, realizing the ferret was fairly loopy. "So we're good then?"

Jack nodded laying on his back as Aj stood, and pulled the kit from the back of his head.

"Okay, well, I'll let you know if there are any issues."

"You don't want to cum?" Jack asked looking up at Aj as he began to tuck his new softening cock away.

Aj seemed anxious, "N-naw..." He seemed to search his thought, "She'll uhh, bust my bolts if I shoot smaller loads for her." Aj said, as if realizing it for the first time.

Jack nodded with a smile. Strange that someone who was cheating still seemed so committed, but Jack didn't say it out loud or push the issue. He wrote it off as stress testing the new hardware. Maybe Aj was straight and he just thought this was just bros hanging out. Jack sighed, feeling his body relax further. "Well yeah... text me about how it goes..." he snickered.

Aj nodded and opened the door, locking it. He looked Jack over, silently, before closing the door behind him. Jack let out another long sigh. Aj certainly didn't seem to fit the stereotypes of a jockey dude, in spite of his straight boy demeanor.

Jack shifted in bed, he didn't realize he'd passed out. He pushed his pants off and jolted a bit, accidentally kicking something to the floor. Jack felt his pubic fur, matted from the huge nut earlier in the night. "I should shower," Jack thought. He turned his light on and left the room with his shower sandals and towel on.

When he returned from the shower he realized what he'd kicked to the floor. The blackbox. It shattered almost instantly. "What a piece of junk." Jack said to himself looking at the wrecked box. "I can scan the data off them if Aj needs them..." He thought as he put the busted kit into a work box and back up into his closet.

***

Weeks Later

***

Jack hadn't thought to look over the damaged kit, until he got a text from Aj. It read simply, "I need to see you." Jack took the kit out to make sure the copy of Aj's blueprint wasn't damaged.

"Fuck!" Jack yelped examining the chip set. When he bought the kit he didn't take it apart and examine the chipset. He deeply regretted it, and he realized Aj could be in some trouble. Jack's dorm room door opened and then snapped shut quickly. "Uh, hello? Can I help you?" Jack asked firmly.

The Synth that pushed their way into his room didn't look familiar at all. They had a silvery body and coral colored embellishments. "Jack... I think we have a problem."

"A-Aj? Wh-what's going on?"

The synth turned around, their helmet was similar to last time. Eyes were still rendered in orange, but their helmet changed slightly. "Yes! Something is very wrong!"

"Yeah, you can say that again. I was just looking over the blueprint chipset that was stored in the kit..." Jack held up the chip set, "It has a punched security tab..."

"W-what does that mean?" Aj asked, his voice cracked slightly.

"Well, It means whoever had this chipset installed in their blackbox had their blackbox locked out and their blueprint made permanent. It means the chip couldn't have stored a copy of your old blueprint." Jack said looking back to his computer. He pushed the chip back into the reader and began to examine the blueprints. "Uhhhh..."

"What... what is it?" Aj leaned over Jack's shoulder. The ferret quickly minimized the status window.

"No need to panic... no need to panic. But I need to check your regulator... okay?" Jack pulled a specialist tool out of his work box and asked Aj to kneel down beside his desk. Jack pushed the tool into the base of Aj's head and some of the plates on the back of his neck lowered. Jack pushed a wire from his watch into a small silver box in Aj's neck.

"What's going to happen to me?" Aj asked, anxious. His voice seemed slightly lighter.

"Don't worry... we'll fix this."

Jack sighed, "Just give me a minute, okay?" The blueprint chipset had a punched tab, and Aj's regulator box was now linked to the punched chipset. "So..." Jack pushed some wires out of the way, "Okay then." Aj's blackbox had a red pin driven through a corner, locked into place and locked out. "So there's good news and there's bad news."

"Good news please!" Aj said, his voice squeaking slightly.

"This isn't permanent..." Jack sighed and examined the chipset status window. "And this new blueprint is... pretty advanced, pretty valuable... I mean... it's a specialty set. There's all kinds of advanced firmware and adjustments to newly strung micro motors."

"W-what?" Aj turned around. "What kind of blueprint is it."

"Uhhh, so there isn't a read out like "what's this do." But there is a file name here." Jack took in a sharp inhale, "Escort Expert parenthesis Queen III close parenthesis."

"W-wha... excuse me?" Aj voice popped suddenly as if falling into place with sudden shock. "Y-your telling me I'm a sex worker now!?"

"N-no, nothing like that." Jack maintained eye contact on the screen. "You're whatever you want to be... you just uhhh... happen to have the body of an "Escort Expert." I mean... your plans for your scholarship might need to change a bit."

"What do you mean?" Aj leaned across Jack's lap pulling on his button up. "Just put my body back! I can't do this right now."

"So... we could do that... if we knew before that your blueprint box was going to lock out. I can't pull your blueprint blackbox now... not without pulling your whole brain... and I messed up a simple micro... I'm not licenced for synth brain surgery."

Aj put his hand over his forehead unsure how to feel or what to say.

"And if you went to an actual synth shop... they'd turn you in for being dumb enough to get your box locked out... which would mean you'd be locked out of changes for the next ten years or so, until an SBIA board could safely release you box and replace your chipset."

"Doc! What!" Aj whined loudly.

"Micros don't uhhh, usually go this wrong."

"It's your fault then! You have to take care of this!"

Jack sighed, rubbing Aj's shoulders, "It is my fault. I'm so sorry."

"If my coach sees me like this I'll be dead!"

"Have they not been noticing these changes..." Jack asked softly.

Aj sighed, "Yeah, I mean... my muscle mass dropped super sharpy a week or so after the micro..." Aj sat back, laying out across the floor. "I thought it was some kind of performance peak... or maybe I was burning out." He covered his face. "Fuck, I even bought a ninte burst..."

"Oh no..." Jack pushed his chair against the loveseat and laid on the floor with Aj. "That would have only sped up the changes."

"Yeah, when I woke up the next morning I was scrawnier than ever. So I hid... stayed at a friend's off campus for a week..." Aj sighed and let out a long stressed whine.

"What made you come and see me?"

Aj pointed at his chest. The plates on his chest, that used to be smooth only slightly flexible plates, were now parted. His body was changing, regardless of whether he wanted it to. "Other things changed... but this was... the biggest outside change." His voice was soft, like he was afraid to speak the words.

Jack felt a tingle on the back of his neck. "Oh? Oh... yeah."

"I think... something is different inside too... like inside, inside."

"Um..." Jack squeezed his hands together unsure what to say. "I understand... I think."

"You do?" Aj looked over.

Jack smiled awkwardly, "No, I don't... sorry. But... I want to."

Aj let out a long sigh, "Sooooorry."

"Don't be..." Jack rolled to his side. "How can I help you?" Aj let out another long sigh. They laid on the floor for a bit, Aj put his arms over his face. Jack kept watching the synth, unsure of what to say or what to do. Time felt immaterial. "We've visited a few times... but never like this."

Aj laughed, "Yeah."

"You do look good..." Jack said meekly.

"Wh-what?"

Jack laid back on his back. "I don't know... you look good."

Aj didn't say anything.

Jack bit his tongue, "You look good as a girl... even though it's new and your life was different before... you seem lighter."

Aj laughed loudly, "I am lighter! About 30lbs lighter."

"That's... that's not what I mean." Jack scratched his face, unsure how to say it. "I know you didn't ask for this, and I know this is my fault... so maybe it's not up to me to say..."

"What... that I'm a pretty girl or something."

Jack cleared his throat. "Maybe."

Aj sat up his eyes bright coral already. "Is that really what you're trying to say? I'm not ready to hear that."

"I mean..." Jack sat up. "You want me to say it?"

"You're still responsible for this!" Aj yelled his voice crackling at high volume.

Jack nodded, looking Aj in his eyes. "Yeah... I'll take care of you. I might not be able to fix it... but your predicament is mine now too."

Aj sighed folding his hands over the back of her neck.

"You should... you should take care of some things though..."

"What? Like what dude?"

Jack sucked through his teeth. "Your girlfriend. Have you talked to her?"

"What're you trying to say?"

Jack blinked looking at the floor. "Nothing? She deserves to know what's going on. That's all."

Aj looked back at the ferret. "I should break up with her."

Jack looked away, trying not to make eye contact. That wasn't what he meant. But... maybe this mistake could turn into a new future for them. That immediate thought filled him with such guilt he couldn't speak.

"Are you telling me to break up with her?"

Jack shrugged.

"Tell me to break up with her."

"Why?"

Aj looked away this time.

"You want me to order you to break up with her?"

"I don't know!" Aj said standing up.

Jack stood up as well. They looked at eachother, Aj had shrunk a few inches since he was last visited. Aj seemed mad, but Jack wasn't sure why. "You... don't want me to just watch after you. Or like hide you..."

"I don't know what I want! I'm scared! My life is falling apart right now."

Jack sniffed, looking at the floor again. "Is it?" Jack sat on the bed, leaning back against the wall. "Your priorities might be changing... but your life isn't ruined. And... I've never seen you smile like this before."

Aj closed his mouth, he must not have noticed he was smiling. It seemed to get to him a bit. He let out a long sigh and sat in Jack's chair.

"You want to be with me?"

Aj sighed again.

"Okay... but this is strange to say the least... I hope you want it for the right reasons." Jack rubbed the side of his face, clearly anxious.

"I don't have a girlfriend."

Jack let out a long sigh, looking at the synth with confusion.

"I also wasn't having repeated issues with my cuff..."

Jack laughed and laid down, "So what... you're stalking me."

"No... I just... I liked visiting you. And then I thought it'd be fun to fool around."

"There's a lot of loose ends..." Jack said looking at the wall. "What was all that weird stuff about a girlfriend's stink?"

Aj sat on the bed as well. "Overcompensating, really hard. Honestly, whenever I go in to get worked on... by you..."

"Oh... yeah?" Jack snickered.

"I'd just get so worked up... and a buddy of mine's sister... I guess it was all pretty bad. Just wanted to get rid of the feelings."

Jack put his hand onto Aj's lap. "It's okay. I was a confused Bi kid too."

Aj sighed and touched Jack's arm.

Jack whispered softly, "You're a pretty girl."

Aj snorted out of his nose, as if he was being teased.

***

Hours later

***

Jack rolled over in the night, he had a tendency to just pass out after work if he stopped moving too much. He stretched and yawned, the time on his watch read 3am. Aj laid in a ball beside him, he was still. His body looked so soft and touchable. Jack pulled the blankets out from under himself, and pulled his shirt off before tossing it to the floor. His pants were next, he left his underwear on. He was sporting some wood, and he didn't want it just to be flopping around. "Aj," he said softly wrapping his arms around the synth's waist. He pulled the synth across the blanket. "Get under the blanket."

Aj mumbled. He was lighter, easy to pull around.

Jack pulled the blanket up over him. "Aj..." He pushed his face against the synth's back, it was cool and soft. Jack squeezed his body harder. Those chest plates, chest modesty plates, seemed to retract in his sleep. He had soft little breasts, they brushed against Jack's arms as he squeezed. Jack moved his hands up slowly, feeling them. The ferret pushed his hand down reaching for Aj's slit, what would he have down there.

Jack felt his slit, measuring it for differences. It didn't seem like it had changed much. The ferret pushed Aj's legs apart slightly, exploring him with soft fingers.

"Ahh," Aj let out a soft pleased breath. "J-jack... what're you doing."

"Sorry... sorry..." Jack pulled his fingers free and the synth shivered in his arms.

"S-sleep creeping... geez."

"Well... you're awake now..." Jack said with a soft chuckle.

"N-yeah, but no." Aj said rolling over to face the ferret.

Jack put his arm over him and pulled him close to his chest.

"Oh god, it's so hard."

Jack laughed, "Don't say that..."

"Wh-what is it?"

Jack groaned, "In your voice... New voice... it's pretty... pretty hot."

"O-oh... uh... sorry?" Aj chuckled.

"Sure you are," Jack said sighing, laying his head on his head. "What is that?"

"What?" Aj touched Jack's bare chest.

"Y-you smell good too."

"What?" Aj chuckled.

Jack pushed Aj onto his back and held himself over her.

Aj blushed brightly, lighting the bed up a bit. "W-what're you doing?"

"I'm... I'm sorry." Jack huffed loudly. He kissed the synth's neck and chest. "I can't st-stop myself."

"Wh-oh, oh god that feels good." Aj huffed and whined, "Jeeze, d-don't stop."

Jack pressed his bulge into the synths leg, huffing warm, needy breaths all over the synths soft nanite flesh. "Please..."

"What?" Aj put his hands out on Jack's shoulders.

"It... it feels like it's going to catch fire." Jack groaned, softly against Aj's soft chest.

"I don't understand," Aj squeezed the fur along the back of Jack's neck.

Jack pushed his underwear down and picked Aj's legs up, pinning them to his chest. "L-let," Jack chuckled, realizing what he was doing.

"J-Jack?" Aj's voice was so breathy, it made Jack shiver.

Jack smiled, letting his legs go. "So-sorry, I don't know what's come over me."

"I-its okay," Aj held his legs, keeping himself pinned. "Y-you don't..."

Jack lifted the blankets up, sliding down the bed. He smelled the synths slit and huffed loudly, he licked the outside of the slit, slowly. Aj moaned and gasped sharply, gripping the sheet. Jack pulled himself up. "Um..." He looked at his watch, it blinked with some kind of warning. "I uh... I might be having a heart attack."

"What," Aj asked, putting a pillow over his slit.

Jack laid on the floor. "My heart rate is over healthy rates."

Aj looked at the ceiling, panting softly.

Jack was panting too, searching the web. "So... the company that writes firmware for synth sex workers have put out a few disclaimers..."

"Wh-what?"

"Specifically, the group known as Escort Expert has declared a health risk for any non-synth folks living in common space with synths transferring their blueprints to any Escort Expert model." Jack put his hands over his eyes.

"What should we do?"

"I don't know babe..."

"B-babe?"

"Sorry... Aj."

"N-no, it's fine you can... you can call me that."

"I'm sorry, my brain is overheating..."

"It's okay."

Jack huffed. "Should bathe, the pheromones can apparently be diluted and made safe... or at least safer."

"This is permanent?" Aj asked looking over the side of the bed.

"No, no. You'll be able to turn it off after you're done transferring blueprints."

"Or... turn it on?" Aj asked with a smile.

Jack swallowed. "Yeah, I guess so."

***

A few weeks later

***

Jack squeezed Aj's body against his own. "Damn girl, relax that body, gonna juice me dry before I even get a chance to play." Jack pulled out slowly, feeling the tenseness inside Aj's moist slit.

Aj clenched her fists on his arms, whining feeling Jack's cock shift inside her. Her body had changed a lot, and her needs had grown with it. They stood in the dorm showers, on full blast, pouring down the synth's soft naninte tissue. "F-Please! Be gentle."

Jack huffed and sucked in through his teeth. "Yeah right." He squeezed her sides and began to clap in rough fast thrusts, before giving one hard slap in. "Gahh," the ferret came deep inside the synth, already so thoroughly stimulated he couldn't hold it in. But he knew better than to think that was the end. His body shivered as he let out an uncontrollable grunt and pushed through the over stimulation. The first nut was just the appetizer, a dab of natural lube to help move through the next round or two.

"Oh-oh god!" Aj moaned loudly, her body shivered far more. Her face was a wash with warm blush, she was enjoying the rough needy attention. Her bright pink tongue hung out, and a thick drip of saliva fell to the tiled floor before she could slurp it up. "God, slow down, slow down."

"F-f-no! You've been teasing me all day," Jack let a long breath out against the synth's neck. "Y-y-you can't get away with that shit."

Aj giggled and moaned sharply. "C-c-come on. I tease you everyday."

"Yeah!" Jack slammed hard, huffing sharply. "Accept your punishment, you knew it was coming!" Jack pushed the synth against the wall, her plump tits pressed against the tiles. They'd grown large in the last few weeks, but seemed to still be growing.

"Cold, cold!"

"Hhhhh," Jack slammed hard into the synth again, cumming inside again. "Fu-fuck."

"Awww, what all tuckered out?" Aj asked with a smile.

"Sh-shut up." Jack pulled out, watched cum drip to the tiles.

Aj huffed against the tiles, shivering. "What, you gonna do something about it..."

"You're gonna kill me... with my own dick."

Aj laughed, "Hey! Whatever, you're super fit now."

Jack laughed letting the water spray over his head fur. "Yeah, well, we should probably have your emitters adjusted. You're sure you can't adjust them?"

Aj laughed, "Why would I want to?"

Jack slapped her ass firmly, the sound of her wet ass cheek echoed loudly off the walls of the shower.