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Tales From the Synth - Series One - Chapter One

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

14thMarch, 2023

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"Hello organics, this is the story of my life..." With a sign, the synth frowned, its LED eyes narrowing as it issued the link to the laptop to reset the document.

Resting a squishy silicone paw against its chin, it made a passable emulation of a sigh from its vocoder.

"Begin." Squeaky grumbled. "My name is Squeaky. I am a Synth - does this surprise you? Maybe not - my kind come in a wide variety of useful..."

"Erase!" Squeaky moaned.

He tapped a silicone foot on the ground, then idly scratched at what felt like an itch - even though it wasn't possible - it felt like one. One of the handles on his upper thigh must have the bonding agent coming loose or something.

"My name is Squeaky -" Squeaky began again. "I'm a synth, not a usual one, not by any standards. I am classified, allegedly, as a "Flotation Device and Pool Toy"

Squeaky sighed again, his LED eyes making an impression of rolling.

"This is part of my function for my owner, a, by his own admission, a stud of a palomino anthropomorphic horse called..."

Pausing, Squeaky hung his head, his tubular ears swishing backwards as he twisted his head to look over his shoulder, then back at the laptop.

"Encode for machine language."

A box appeared on the screen, like a administrator command line.

"My name is Squeaky. I am a glorified sex toy, used by my master and his friends for their sexual gratification. Oh for the love of the great machine - why was I given the hellish existence of sentience?"

*

Squeaky straddled his owners lap, one silicone paw resting on the stallions left thigh. On his electronic muzzle, was an expression of modest discomfiture mixed with pleasure. One ear pointed up, the other laid almost horizontal. Sounds of escaping air come from the squeaker implanted in his head, as his owner gripped the large handle on the back Squeaky.

"Mmm, you're going to be wonderful, as always Squeaky - " Come the voice behind him.

Gently, the stallion pressed his firm penis against the tight hole at the base of Squeaky's tail - where a normal tail hole would be. Squeaky's synth programming kicked into high gear and he relaxed the silicone 'muscles' within his rump.

Squeaky placed his tail on his owners belly and chest, intentionally curling the last half up into an almost C shape.

"Good, you know what I enjoy, now...you ready for a really good riding lesson?"

Squeaky quivered, electrical stimulation acting like firing nerves that shot up his fibre-optic pathways and into his positronic brain. Here, they were processed. They were in turn made into programs which would simulate pleasure in an organic creature. Squeaky had no true concept of pleasure, pain or other human or anthro emotions - he had only his electrical impulses and programming to simulate such.

Yet as he squeaked - he couldn't help it, his LED eyes appearing to close in exstacy as he felt his owner grip the sensitive handles at his hips - Squeaky knew what was coming...

"Alright, good boy," Nickered the stallion, as he flicked his forelock from his eyes. "Damn, you feel incredible and..."

"Are you going to pleasure yourself?" Squeaky's narky voice come from his vocoder. "Or tease me until my circuits melt?"

With a chuckle, the stallion tightened his grip on the side handles and pulled Squeaky sharply down - feeling the warming silicone body moulding itself to the stallion's full length.

"Oh..." Squeaky squealed, his LED eyes widening and head tilting backwards. "Master!"

"You know it Squeaky..." Come the heavy panting behind him.

With what seemed almost feral like intensity, the stallion slammed himself deep into the synth - then withdrew and did it again and again. Squeaky lived up to his name, squeaking, chirping and uttering even stranger sounds as his owner made love with him.

His positronic mind overwhelmed by conflicting programs and sensations from his body-wide sensors, Squeaky felt his silicone body begin to twitch - then openly quiver from the tips of his toes to his ears.

"Woah...." His owner shuddered and moved one hand up to grip Squeaker's handle on his back. "Easy there! I don't need you too...too..."

A waving line formed over Squeaky's muzzle, as he tilted his head to the side, gazing back with one eye at his owner.

"Squea..."

With an explosive gasp, the stallion snapped his hips up and Squeaky gave an electronic giggle as he clenched down with his muscles - driving his owner over the edge.

Squeaky gasped and was violently rocked as the stallion pumped his hips against Squeaky's rump - before the sensation of the stallion's sexual orgasm nearly short circuited Squeaky's sensors. Pulse after pulse, heat building within his mid-body, Squeaky clutched one paw up against his chest, the other was pressed hard against his owners thigh.

"Wow..." Squeaky gasped, his muzzle falling open and silicone tongue lolling from the edge of his plastoid muzzle. "Master! You've never..."

Using his knowledge and strong liquid musculature, Squeaky kept his owner at full tumescence within him. Sensors fired haphazardly, sending conflicting electronic signals to the synths mind.

"Uh...master?" Squeaky spoke quietly, then twisted his head around to look at his equine owner.

Squeaky's overheated body and mind was a moment in processing what his eyes told him.

His owner was slumped on the pool lounger, eyes closed, muzzle hanging open and obvious - he'd passed out cold.

"Really?" Squeaky moaned, then folded his supple arms over his shoulder, a look of displeasure and frustration on his display. "I pleasure you, and bring you to orgasm and...and...ugh!"

Squeaky slapped both paws down on his owners knees, rocking gently back and forth. He could feel the thick, now quite slick, equine length within him - and as he moved his sensors continued to fire and evoke sensation of what his mind definitely realised was actual pleasure.

A sadistic smile spread across Squeaky's muzzle, as he twisted his head back around, then with significant awkwardness, he threw one leg over his owners hip then the other. Carefully, Squeaky turned himself completely around and rested his soft paws on his owners shoulders, touching his soft, squishy nose against his stallion owners own.

"You_may be done with me, master," Squeaky whispered, his smile spreading wider. "I'm not done with_you."

Squeaky adjusted his internal musculature and began to gently rock back and forth - feeling the length within him as it was squeezed and released again and again.

"I may be a synth, but..." Squeaky shuddered and arched his spine backwards, his sensors registering new and interesting experiences. "Yet one thing is certain master, being a synth isn't _all_bad..."

END