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Tales From the Synth - Series One - Chapter Two

Chapter Two

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

15thMarch, 2023

All Rights Reserved.

I hope you all enjoy the further adventures (Misadventures?) of this sapient, AI infusued Synth Kangaroo and his owner, Roan)

Roan shuddered, sprawling on the lounger beside the pool, as Squeaky lay straddling his owners pale golden lap. Roan was slick with sweat, his chest rising and falling with his quick gulping breaths and he wiped his forehead.

"I knew there was a reason I adored you Squeaky," Roan mumbled, as he stroked the back of Squeaky's silicone neck.

Squeaky twitched instinctively, the sensors detecting the touch and Roan shuddered, his length still buried inside the sapient pool toy Synth's body.

"Well, I see how it is," Squeaky's electronic voice come to Roan's ears. "You get off and I get the glorious task of cleanup duty? Really?"

Roan snickered weakly as he took Squeaky by the handles on his upper thighs and lifted him up. Squeaky quivered and stayed as still as he could. Roan felt himself slide free from Squeaky's tight passage with a slurp, then his penis slapped down on his belly. Squeaky crossed his paws over his chest and his LED eyes narrowed in a frown as Roan dropped him onto the pool deck.

"Really?" Squeaky groused, turning about to stare at Roan. "You get off sexually, then just dump me like a used condom?"

Roan rolled onto his side, then stared into Squeaky's eyes. "You may have sapience Squeaky, but I still own you. Whatever has gotten into you? You used to be such a sweet, gentle synth!"

Squeaky's eyes widened, then he pointed at his belly which had distended from its usual size and colouration, now it was cloudy and twice the standard size.

"What happened? I got turned from a sapient pool toy and potential rescue device into a stallions personal sex toy!" Squeaky protested, but the body language and smile that spread across his muzzle gave away his true feelings.

With an electronic huff, Squeaky turned away and walked over to the hose.

Taking it awkwardly in his left paw, Squeaky pushed the nozzle into his muzzle and began to turn the tap.

After a moment, his paw stopped and turned back the other way, one ear swivelling backwards as he turned to glance sideways at his snickering owner.

"Not the largest thing you've had down your throat, is it?"

Squeaky's eyes narrowed and he snorted, before he paused and pulled the hose back out of his throat and mouth.

"I'd prefer not to have to clean the pool deck after cleansing myself - " Squeaky sighed. "I swear master, all I do for you, or _too_you..."

"I can't deny that Squeaky," Roan grinned, then stood and walked over, towering over the kangaroo synth pool toy. "Come here, come up, up!"

Crossing his paws over his chest, Squeaky acted obstinate and disobedient, before his LED eyes rolled and he held his paws up. Roan took Squeaky by the forearms, lifting the synth up and holding him by the handles on his hips. Squeaky stared into his owners eyes, a frown on his display port.

"Oh, don't be like that," Roan chastised Squeaky gently.

"What would the creators think? I was never designed - " Squeaky mumbled.

Roan ignored the Synth's protests, as he carried Squeaky inside, then into the bathroom. Sitting the Synth on the shower floor, Roan took down the flexible hose.

"Open up - " Roan grinned.

"I can self-cleanse myself master," Squeaky grumbled, reaching up to wrap a silicone paw around the hose. "You don't have too do this."

"Yet if I don't, you'll complain I don't care for you..."

Squeaky rolled his eyes and slicked his ears back, obediently submitting to his owner. Roan grinned and ruffled Squeaky's ears, eliciting a chirp of pleasure from the synth. Slipping the hose into the Synth's muzzle and then his throat, Roan gently turned the water on and watched as it swirled and then began to expand the throat tube in Squeaky's chest. When it had reached a quite sizeable diameter, Squeaky shuddered and relaxed the other silicone muscles. With a rush, the water swept downwards and washed the stallions semen from the stomach region of the synth.

"Oh, yuck!" Squeaky moaned, as he lifted up one foot paw, then put it aside, then the other one. "I _so_hate it when it gets on my feet! You remember what happened that time when..."

With a chuckle, Roan placed a paw over Squeaky's muzzle and silenced the Synth.

"That wasn't my fault, I thought you'd cleaned yourself properly, I swear, there was sticky synth paw prints all over the floor!"

One ear vertical, the other horizontal, Squeaky crossed his arms over his pale green silicone chest and one eye doubled in size - his synthetic equivalent of raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, how was it not your fault?" Squeaky grumbled.

Roan chuckled, turned off the tap and lifted Squeaky out of the bath tub in which he stood, then set him on the floor.

*

Some time later, Squeaky was in recharge mode, a cable running from the back of his head to the charger, which in turn plugged into the wall. Roan sat on the couch, sprawling languidly, as he gazed at the Synth.

Squeaky, powered down whilst he was charging, was slumped like a childhood plush toy. His silicone muscles and servomotors which usually held him upright - were shut off and rendered him completely inanimate.

Not fooled in the slightest, Roan grinned and knew Squeaky could come to full operational readiness in less time than it'd take Roan to blink. He was just contemplating getting himself a cup of coffee, when he heard the door bell buzzer.

Quickly, Roan climbed to his hooves and made his way down to the front door. To his surprise, Squeaky hadn't come out of standby mode when the door bell rang. Opening the door, Roan took a step back as a large furry paw approached his nose.

"Oops, hey - " Came a sleepy drawl, then the power lowered and a massive, shaggy head come down. "Hey Roan - miss me?"

Roan shuddered, gazing up at his friends physique. Whilst Clyde had always been a shire - as such, big and lanky - since he'd matured and filled out...

Roan stepped into the coat alcove, gesturing for Clyde to come in, before he shut the door behind them both. When Clyde came in, he _really_came in. At a guess, he was seven foot tall of he was an inch, and almost filled the entry hall with his bulk.

"Wow..." Roan gasped. "When did you suddenly turn into a walking mountain of horse meat?"

Clyde grunted in laughter and ducked his head, walking into what he was pleased to find was the living room. His ears brushing the ceiling, Clyde looked about then sat on the couch, which groaned under his weight.

"Sheesh, so this is how the other shoe lives huh?" Clyde looked around, then nodded. "I get some moth-eaten trailer trash dump - you..."

Roan flattened his ears, feeling shame and guilt at how Clyde had ended up as a lowly paid blue collar worker, whereas fate conspired to give Roan a beautiful home in an affluent sector of the city. His guilt rising, he opened his mouth to speak, when Clyde clapped him on the shoulder and nearly sent Roan tumbling to the carpet.

"Is that a...why is there a...wait...you weren't pulling my tail? That's really a...uh..." Clyde frowned, the words suddenly failing him and he awkwardly scratched the back of his head, feeling shame at his lack of education.

Roan grinned, then playfully punched Clyde in the shoulder. "Yeah, its a synth - hey, want too, for old times sake..."

"Hey colt, I just got here, let me have a few drinks before I make you the mare I know you really are!" Clyde chuckled.

Roan blushed and looked sheepish, then grinned. "That wasn't what I meant. Look, trust me, it'll be funny! Go hide in the kitchen and be quiet!"

Levering himself off the couch, Clyde shrugged his broad shoulders and with direction, found himself in a well appointed kitchen, where he waited.

"Squeaky!" Roan spoke.

With a barely perceptible twitch, Squeaky's ears rotated forwards and he stood up, his LED eyes blinking once, then focusing on Roan.

"Master?" Squeaky asked, looking up expectantly, unknowingly with his back to the kitchen entryway. "Really? I'm recharging, after you nearly shorted out my circuits with your multiple...uh..."

Roan kept his facial expressions as neutral as he could, as Clyde crept from the kitchen and stood right behind Squeaky. For a big, heavy shire, Clyde could still move with terrifying silence when he wished it.

Squeaky's proximity sensor alerted him to a presence behind him. His rebuttal of his owner faded away then stopped.

"I.." Squeaky began, before he felt a massive paw placed on the rubberised grip of his shoulder and he was spun about.

With an electronic yelp, Squeaky suddenly found his soft silicone nose buried in the short dark fur of a large equines belly.

An equine who was as naked as the day he'd been foaled.

Squeaky's eyes widened, his sensors going into overdrive - especially his olfactory ones, as he smelt the strong, masculine and musky scent of the thick, leathery sheath that rubbed the underside of Squeaky's chin.

Roan whickered in laughter, he couldn't help himself. Even Clyde gave a deep chuckle, which was more like a rumble of a mountainside coming down than a laugh.

Squeaky's eyes widened as he pressed his soft vinyl paws against Clyde's belly, whilst leaning back on his tail to get a better view of the equine that towered over him,

"Watch it with those paws little one - " Roan snickered. "Clyde doesn't have as much self control as I do..."

A shaggy, bearded chin tickled Squeaky's sensitive ears as Clyde knelt down, placing both paws on Squeaky's shoulders. Even doing this, Squeaky's nose only come to the equine's chest.

"Uh...hi," come a deep, slow drawl from the Shire, as he placed a massive paw under Squeaky's muzzle and pushed it closed. "I'm Clyde. You are?"

For the first time - ever - Squeaky was silent. His display port went blank, then his eyes filled them from top to bottom and left to right, looking comically huge.

As he tried to speak, all that come out was a low hiss of air from his cooling port,

To Be Continued...