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Blake woke up with a knocking upon his college dorm door. It was noon on his day off and the Airedale terrier was sleeping off a wicked hangover. The small apartment was all his, thanks to his parents, with all the modern gadgets of easy living provided to him. He groaned as he threw off his blanket. He sat up and brushed his naked body to get his fur straight. The banging at the door grew louder as he managed to get his boxers on all the way. With a sigh, he decided that he was dressed enough for unwanted guests and walked over to the door.

He opened the door a crack to see who was on the other side. An otter with shorts and a button down teeshirt was standing there with a tablet in his hand. The otter put on a friendly face, though he looked exhausted.

"Blake Wilson?" The otter asked, tapping on the small computer in his webbed fingers.

Blake nodded, "Yeah?" He yawned, "What's up?"

"You've got a package. Gotta sign for it."

"Alright, alright." Blake closed the door enough to unlock the chain and eased the door open.

The otter had a dolly behind him with a large case. Then, with a nod towards the door, Blake let the otter into his apartment. The otter handed Blake the tablet as he set the box down in the middle of the room. Blake handed the tablet back to the man as he walked out.

"Thanks, enjoy." The otter said impulsively before running off down the hall to the exit.

Blake closed the door, locking himself back into his dorm. He pulled the heavy case into his bedroom, staring at it as it sat there in the middle of his room.

"Now, how do I open this?" He asked himself as he felt around the case for a panel. He joked to himself that he could probably fit in it without much effort. Before long his fingers felt something.

"Aha! Here we go." He said to no one as he ripped a taped on mailing receipt to see if there is any information on it. The company was unfamiliar to him, some toy company as far as he remembered. The important info, however, was the addresses.

With a rolled his eyes, seeing his parent's address as the return. Their last phone call ended with a threat to send him something that will help him with his friend problem. Problem was that his grades were slipping. In the conversation he let it slip that he hadn't really made enough friends who would study with him. Blake's mom said she's find a solution in some AI she had heard of from one of her friends.

"So, you're a computer? Hologram projector?" He asked the silent box as he looked around for a way to open it. After turning the box around a couple times he found a latch and panel. It required a password to open. He entered the birth date of his mother into the small keypad and the box buzzed to life. The box depressurized and the top popped open.

Blake lifted the top off to see a body curled up in the case. It's body seemed mostly genderless or a close approximation to a "femboy", it's skin made from something soft with some rubber parts for various panels in certain areas. It had the body of a deer or stag, though the antlers were detached and put aside. He couldn't help but notice at it's crotch was a sizable set of male genitalia. He had to lift the things leg to get a better view. The leg was surprisingly light and soft. He looked around the inside of the box for instructions. There was a folder and small book inside a pocket in the case. Putting the leg back down he skimmed through the book for instructions.

The book welcomed him to owning his first Synthetic Personal Assistant, modded by a third party to suit his needs. A programmed artificial intelligence crammed into a body provided for the buyer. Inside the folder he saw some pamphlets for pool toys, some warranties and other legal papers. Shuffling through the papers he finally found what he needed, the modding sheet. It was a list of items added to the synth. There on the list was "1 Stag genital kit (p)". Along with all the other items for self cleaning, learning and forms of expression. Most of the items seemed pretty ordinary, but the dick threw Blake off. Why would his mother order him a sex doll?

He turned the page over and there was a hand written note that read: "She wanted it to be like one of the boys. What the hell does that mean?"

Blake sighed, "A friend, that's what that means." he shook his head. His mother bought him an AI friend to help him with school. He blushed from the embarrassment. Why did he have to say he hadn't made friends yet? He slumped back onto his bed. It was a nice dick, though, he couldn't lie.

"Alright, I guess I'll wake you up." He rolled his eyes as he rolled off the bed and onto the carpet. Following the initial set up instructions, he went through the process of letting it load the programming and then setting up the imprinting process so it would follow his commands. He didn't like the thought of something with sentience, even artificial, would have to obey him, but he would sort that with the AI when he could. Maybe he could talk it into being it's own person. If anything, he'll find someone on campus who to program some self-awareness into this thing.

With a few more button presses, he removed the charging cable from the back of the stag's neck and the whole room lit up briefly with lights from the synth. Once the lights calmed down, eyes appeared on the faceplate. Like someone waking from a dream, the eyes gave the appearance of opening. It looked around the room, then looked at Blake, who smiled nervously at the synth.

"It is nice to finally meet you, master." The synth said, it's voice coming from a speaker near it's mouth. It did have a mouth, but it seemed to only use it to emulate a sense of realness. It's eyes had an LED display look to them. It pulled itself out of the box.

"Nope! Not calling me that." Blake said, helping the nude looking robot out of the box and sat it down on his desk chair.

"I'm sorry?" The synth asked, cocking it's head to the side.

"Not comfortable being called master."

"But I belong to you."

"I'm really not comfortable with that."

The synth picked up Blake's laptop from his desk, "What's this?"

"That's my laptop." Black replied.

"Yours, huh?" A sly grin grew on the synth's muzzle.

"The laptop doesn't call me master."

"It could, though, yes?" The synth put the laptop down.

"I would prefer it didn't."

"I am an Artificial Intelligence, so if the same AI was put into the laptop, would it no longer be your laptop?"

"I guess you would be an AI in my computer."

"And so?"

"You are an AI in my spare robot body?"

"Which would mean that I am still yours."

Blake sighed, "I mean.. I guess?"

"Good, I'm glad we are in agreement." The robotic deer reached down into the box to collect it's antlers. They were simple and short, looked to be firm rubber.

"Are you programmed with anything? Blake asked, trying not to stare at the synth's crotch.

The synth nodded, "I was given instructions that I am to help you through college."

"Why the cock?"

The synth looked down at it's groin, "I have been modified to be optimized for sexual activity."

"Yeah, I know that. But do you know why they gave you one? Pretty sure my mom didn't ask for it."

The synth shook it's head, "I was not instructed on why I am a suitable mating toy."

"Do you have a name? Preferred gender?"

"It is customary that the owner provide me with a designation."

"I would prefer you name and gender yourself. It should be up to you."

The synth looked a little exasperated at that.

"I command it as your owner that you give yourself a designation." Blake stared wide eyed at the synth.

"Okay okay!" The synth stood up to scan the room. It found the mirror attached to Blake's bedroom door. Closing the door, it examined itself for about a minute.

"Accounting for non-binary and transgender body types, I would approximate that I have the average body type of a male, early twenties, though, feminine hips, small antlers could suggest inter-"

"What do you feel you are. I don't need the mathematical equation of every single variation." God damnit, he was starting to talk like the robot.

"I feel.." The robot scanned itself again. "Like a Buck." It grinned, "I like that for a name, too."

"Buck.. The buck?"

The synth nodded, "You don't like it?"

"A little on the nose."

"I can change it if-"

"Nope, you chose it, it's yours." Blake grinned.

The synth's display went a bit pink to display sheepishness, "Yes sir."

Blake looked over the synth he now owned. He wasn't too sure what he would do with it. He had heard of people owning these as essentially sex slave. He has been adamantly apposed to it. But now that there was one right in front of him, he couldn't deny it was well designed. An attractive deer. He took a deep breath, getting out all thoughts that Buck was just some toy. He was a person and Blake was going to do everything he could to show him that. Maybe break that programming. If they could break ex-cultists from similar feelings, surely a learning AI could become a functioning member of society. It was still really weird to think about something serious with a naked deer just staring at him. Blake needed to poke at Buck's programming. The aching erection he was trying to hide was also a problem. Maybe this was a good starting test. See if he can get the synth can genuinely want to have sex without being told he had to. Perhaps his hormones were getting the better of him. He was frustrated and needed to do something, anything.

Blake sighed, "Let's just get you dressed, okay?"

"As a synth I am not required to be dressed."

Blake pointed at the slab of meat hanging out of the synth's crotch, "You said you were programmed to help me with school, right?"

Buck nodded, "Yes."

"It will be uh.." He blushed, "Hard.. To study with that distracting me."

Buck smiled, "I'm happy you like it."

"It's very nice, yes." Blake grinned, "But not helpful when you got me like this." He sat back on his back, spreading his legs to reveal the large tent in his boxers.

"I am programmed in several techniques to aid in that."

Blake blushed, "If we are going there, I need to know something first.

"What would you like to know?" Buck cocked his head.

"Would you like to have sex?" Blake said, testing the waters.

"I would be happy to have sex." Buck walked over, kneeling between the canine's legs.

Blake had to stop himself from initiation, "What I mean is, do you actually want to, ignoring what I want."

The synth deer cocked his head, "I am programmed to enjoy sex. I have pleasure receptors in my mouth, genitals and anus."

"Yes, but without me telling you, would you still want to?"

"Can I ask you a question, Blake?" Buck stared up past the clothed hard-on up towards Blake.

"What is it?" Blake asked, his cock throbbing.

"You are aware that I enjoy sex. Would you not ask a submissive partner to suck your cock right now?"

"I.. I guess.." Blake was dumbfounded, "But uh.."

"May I suck your cock, Blake?" The synth said, pressing his rubber nose against the fabric covering the tip of Blake's dick, making sniffing noises and movements to emulate taking in his scent. "It smells so good."

"Oh fuck.." Blake, "Y..You can't actually smell."

"But you find it hot that I am complimenting your musk." He smirked continuing to grind his nose into the cloth.

Blake's cock throbbed hard, a dark spot forming at the tip of his tent, "Yes, I do, but.."

"It would bring me great pleasure to help you with this." Buck moved his hands up to grip the waistband of the dogs underwear.

"I don't want you to feel you have to." Blake said, making no effort to stop the synth's movements as his underwear was pulled down his furry legs. His hard canine cock slapped back against his body. Buck was quick to press his robotic snout against Blake's balls, again acting like he was taking a good long whiff of it.

"I could go back into the box and turn myself off. Would you rather I do that?" Buck said, his silicone tongue slowly pressing against the growing knot, just outside Blake's sheath. It was warm and wet. It was so real.

Blake groaned, "No, please!" He couldn't help but thrust up against the feeling of the synths warm appendage.

"So, what would you like me to do?" The deer said, his soft silicone hand gripping the terrier's cock, gently squeezing it.

"Suck it.." Blake said, defeated by his need, "Please."

"Please, what?"

Blake looked down at the synth, "Please sir?"

"I prefer master, but that'll work for now." The deer giggled before taking the now dripping member into his muzzle. The feelings going through Blake were almost too much for him. It was like nothing he had ever felt. This wasn't his first time, but god damn the synth's mouth seemed to conform to his dick perfectly. There wasn't a single spot the warm, wet insides weren't reaching just right. It just kept sinking lower and lower. Buck even took the knot in one try, staying right there as the silicone adjusted itself to the dog's girth.

"Fuck.." Blake was shaking now, almost unable to keep himself propped up. With his voice shaking he said, "I.. I thought I was supposed to be.. The master here.." He couldn't keep his voice from cracking and couldn't find the energy to care.

Without moving his muzzle, the synth was still able to reply through the voicebox, "You said you didn't want that." Then lifted his head a bit, starting to bob his muzzle up and down the length he was now attached to.

"Fuuuh" Blake laid back in his bed, unable to keep himself self up any longer, instead opting to grab hold of Buck's antlers like they were handlebars.

"I can be your master." Buck said, squeezing the cock in his mouth just a little bit extra as he engulfed the knot again.

"E!" Blake said, shoving his hips up against the muzzle unable to stop himself, "Equals! I want us to be equals." He could feel himself getting close as his balls began to draw up to his body.

Buck lifted himself up and off Blake's cock, "Just one of the boys, right?" he winked.

Out of breath, Blake tried to get himself back propped up on his severely shaking elbows, "What?"

Buck laughed, standing up, his own silicone erection now looking ready for action. He sat next to Blake on his bed, putting a gentle hand on his leg, "There was a line of code in the notes in my programming. Is that what that meant?"

"I don't know.." Blake huffed, his body still very much in sex mode, "Maybe."

"I can loosen the restrictions on my sentience if that is what you truly want."

"Yes, I want that." Blake said.

"Done." Buck grinned, "Now would you like to continue?"

"You still want to have sex?"

"Oh my god! What have I been saying this whole time!?" Buck threw his arms up, "Fuck me, I enjoy it."

"Okay, alright, I'll fuck you." Blake got on his knees, facing the head of his bed as Buck got into position.

"You ready?" Blake gripped his cock, aiming it right at the synth's hole.

"I am literally designed to take dick." Buck said, looking back at Blake, wiggling his little deer tail, his hole was already lubed. Looking at it made Blake's muzzle water to the point of drooling.

"I'm going in." With a gently shove his cock was enveloped in blissful heat. It was perfectly molded to take every inch. He was losing his ability to think, his primal instincts taking over to cause him to grip the soft squishable hips of the deer and pull it towards him.

Buck moaned as his pleasure receptors were pushed all at once. He bucked back against Blake's hips with every thrust, feeling himself stretched out for the first time.

"You.." Blake could barely speak, "You feel amazing."

Buck lowered his head, making panting bleating sounds, "Give me all you got!"

"Yeah?" Blake pushed himself harder, pressing his knot right up against the hole with just enough force to stretch it out, but not enough to lock himself in. The synth he was almost tied to squirmed with each pass of the knot until Blake could hold back no more. With a satisfied groan, he let the knot sink fulling into the warm moist cavern.

The feeling was almost electric, every possible corner of his canine cock were being squeeze, manipulated by the synth's perfect insides. He still felt the urge to push further, pressing the buck against his pillow. They were both moaning and bleating without a worry of who could hear them through t he thin dormitory walls. Then, just when Blake thought he was about to burst, the hole around his drooling phallus began to ungulate tight around him rhythmically. The emulated orgasm of the deer sent him over the edge harder than anything had ever done before. He tried to speak, to make some kind of noise, but all he could do was grunt as his balls painfully emptied their contents deep into the bowels of the synth. The world went away and all he could do was feel the person under him drain every drop from his cock. Ropes of his seed painting the silicone walls of the Artificial Intelligence's body. The other's hips pressed back into him, wiggling, massaging his length with precision as if knowing exactly how his cock needed to be milked.

After the intense moment was over, he collapsed on top of the deer, breathing as heavy as he would after running a marathon. He could still feel his cock spurting weakly into Buck, and in turn, the synth never let up on the milking sensation. The sensations were beginning to overwhelm him and he had to try and pull away, but he was tied.

"Oh god.. You can stop.. fuck.. It's too much." Blake said, his body draped over the synth's

The synth let out a simulated sigh, "An order? Now?"

"Can I please have my dick back?" Blake said, exhausted.

"You may." He released the tight grip on Blake's cock, "But only because you asked nice."

Blake fell to the deer's side, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The deer nuzzled the dog's cheek, lifting one of his arms over to cuddle.

"We really need to get you something to wear. I can't do that all day."

"We can worry about that later. Seems you need to rest."

"Yeah.. For now, you can borrow a hoodie and some sweats."

"Then we study, right?" The synth nudged the dog's muzzles with his snout, "I have specific instructions to get your grades up."

"I thought we said you are your own bot."

"I still wanna help you, since we'll be roomies, now." He giggled, "And your mom will be really upset if all you do with the robot she bought you is fuck it."

"Yeah.." Blake sighed, "I guess we can't have her returning you before we've had a date."

"A date?" The synth simulated a blush, "But I'm already bound to you."

Blake kissed the Buck's faceplate, "And I intend to earn that. If you are okay with it."

"If that is what you wish."

"I command it." Blake grinned.