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Heading home after a long day at work, Zay the sergal stared blankly in front of him behind the wheel as he was driving his car home in the sprinkling rain. Indeed, the cold months were coming and it was rarer and rarer to see the sun poke out from behind the clouds, and the cold wind made everyone who didn't dress up properly shiver. Zay felt infinitely thankful that he was in his cozy, heated car, as he turned the temperature up by another couple of degrees. He loved the moody autumn ambiance, but only from his pleasantly warm room or car; going outside in the cold was a whole other experience.

The road was completely empty except for his car, so he could look around and observe his surroundings a little thanks to the lack of traffic. Driving through the small towns that led him home, he watched the people rushing inside of their houses and speeding up their steps under their umbrellas as the rain was starting to get a little more intense, and everyone wanted to avoid getting wet.

As he drove past the town however, Zay couldn't help but notice a strange figure in the distance, right by the road ahead of him. It looked a little bit like the figure of a person lying by the road, motionless and without cover. The sympathetic sergal's heart sank at the thought, hoping that he was just mistaking an improperly disposed-of trash bag for a person, but as he got closer, he quickly realized that it was indeed a creature lying in a hopeless pose right by the road where not only was he exposed to the elements, but also to the rocks that the cars sometimes shot to the side as they were driving by far too quickly on that portion of the road.

What he should do was not a question that he entertained in his mind even for a little while: there was someone in need of help, so he had to stop and give aid. Quickly braking and stopping at the side of the road, the selfless sergal rushed out of his car- not even bothered by the bone chilling cold anymore- and ran back to where he saw the person. He couldn't really tell what species it was because of the speed at which he was going, but now that he was getting closer on foot, the features of the creature started becoming more and more clear.

It was a synth! Not the type with 88 keys and a million knobs, but rather the lizard shaped, anthropomorphic robotic type; a beautiful, tall and muscular one at that, painted shiny black which at first could have given the illusion of a trash bag next to the side of the road. Zay already knew about the existence of such things, but he had never seen anything like it before in real life: it was definitely much bigger than he had anticipated, even bigger than the sergal himself, who was of average height.

"I ought to take him inside, if he spends much more time in the rain, his electronics will be messed up for sure..." The sergal thought, recognizing it as his duty to transport the creature to a safe place. Even though it was a machine, Zay had heard that synths were sentient, so letting him be short circuited here under the pouring rain would have been the same as letting a breathing person drown in water. He had to get him to safety somehow... But the "how" of the situation was a difficult question to figure out.

Picking him up would have been an impossibility. Even though the sergal got beneath him and tried his very best to lift him up, the two meter tall massive machine of pure steel and electronics weighed much more than his rather average build would have been able to support. He also couldn't just attach him to the car and drag him home, but he was determined not to leave him there.

He got back into his car and backed up as close as he could, the rear of his car almost touching the synth now. With all his might, he managed to get behind his back and lift the torso of the synth up and let it lean against his car, and from that point, it was just a matter of pulling with all his might, until a LOT of struggling and painful groaning later, the body was finally in his trunk. Then all he had to do was grab the arms and legs and also pack them tightly into the trunk- he had slightly overestimated the amount of space that he could work with in there- but in the end, albeit tightly, he managed to close the door with every part of the creature neatly packed inside.

"Well that was an adventure..." The sergal thought to himself, but he knew that he was far from being done. Getting the synth into the car was only the first step, but he also had to bring him home, take him out, and try to breathe some life into him. He got back into the driver's seat and turned the heat up again as he was nearly freezing over by then, and stepped onto the gas pedal to be home as quickly as possible.

Every second mattered, as the life of another person was on the line. He drove as quickly, yet carefully as he could, all the while listening to hear any beeping or booping coming from his trunk as any signs of life. Sadly, the car was filled with a worrying silence the whole way through, but Zay was much more determined than to just give up like that. He parked into the garage as soon as he got home, then scurried for any tools in his boxes that he could use for the repair of such a creature. Unfortunately the ambulance and other emergency systems couldn't be alerted- and weren't equipped anyway- for danger involving machines, so Zay knew that he was on his own now. Still, he knew that he had to give it an honest shot.

"How is this thing even constructed..." He wondered to himself as he tried to find any screws or openings where he could access the insides of the synth. With the help of the internet though, he was soon able to take off the backplates and cleaned, then dried the insides as thoroughly as he could.

An entire afternoon went by, and then an evening. Zay hadn't even stepped foot in his house since he had arrived, working tirelessly on the revival of the machine. The situation wasn't looking all that promising: the synth was quite wet on the outside and the moisture made its way into the mechanism itself at parts, but luckily there wasn't any rust to be seen. The lizard probably hadn't been put out in the rain for too long, but even the slightest bits of moisture at the wrong places could have caused a fatal error.

When the sergal had finished cleaning and drying up every little part of the synth, he carefully screwed the metal plates back on and plugged his phone's charger into one of his ports. The good thing about these synths' design was redundancy: they worked with basically any charger on the market. The bad news however, was that they were best charged with a proper industrial synth charging cable, if his battery was indeed on 0% as expected, it would have to charge overnight to even get enough charge to get up.

Still, there was nothing else to do; the sergal plugged the cable into the USB port located light below the lizard's chin, then went inside to get cleaned and go to bed. Keeping his eyes shut, however, proved to be quite a difficult task with so many thoughts racing through his mind. All night he couldn't stop thinking about whether the synth would wake up, or how would it behave if it did; after all, a bad failure could change a synth's behavior abruptly and unpredictably! He got maybe an hour or so of sleep before waking up again, so after realizing that his racing mind wouldn't let him rest anyway, Zay decided to head back into the garage to take another look at the charging reptile.

He turned on the lamp and rushed to the machine to see whether anything had changed... Nothing. The synth was still sitting motionlessly, leaning against his car. Zay had already noticed that the LED responsible for showing whether the machine was charging was broken, so there was no way to tell whether it was actually working. He decided that he would give the synth 24 more hours to wake up and then he'd give up on its life- it wasn't an easy decision to make, but he couldn't just keep feeding expensive electricity into a battery that will never come to life again.

Besides how impressive the synth itself was from a technical standpoint with its efficient and highly agile robotics and advanced artificial intelligence, Zay also couldn't help but notice how attracted he felt to it physically. All synths were created with such a lean, athletic build, and the jet black color of this particular one only made the impressive form of the lizard even better.

Such long and muscular legs: not only could these impressive machines outrun any living being with ease, they could also jump to heights unimaginable without their masterful hydraulics system. Being locked between these magnificent legs would be so dreamy- Zay thought as he ran his hand over the machine's right thigh.

The hands and paws: such sophisticated and carefully built machinery, yet so brutally strong. The sergal had heard that synths could crumble rocks and bend metal from their sheer grip force... It would have been truly magnificent to hold hands with such power.

And the tail of course, a nice, long tail made up of smaller segments for maximum mobility and prehensibility, mainly used to keep the rest of the synth's body in balance when its powerful legs weren't enough, but also capable of putting out the strength of a green anaconda when wrapped around something. A synth would have never thought of using their tail for killing though, rather as an anchor point that would withstand any force until the very metal it was made of ripped in half.

Indeed, Zay wasn't only impressed by all the thought and engineering that went into the design of these creatures, but he was also quite enamored by their appearance. There was something so masculine and attractive about this lizard that his heart beat faster every time he looked at his muscles and aesthetic curves. He wondered whether there were any reproductive organs on this particular model; upon pulling his legs apart, he only found a trapdoor on the crotch which could have been hiding a lizard penis underneath, but it might as well could have been for aesthetic purposes.

Although he couldn't see it now because of the sitting position, the sergal could have sworn that he saw something of a tailhole on the butt though; but why would they give a machine reproductive organs anyway? Was the technology advanced enough to let two of them produce an offspring, or was it simply put there for the entertainment of the original owner? Zay didn't particularly agree with synths being owned as property, since they were advanced enough to hold consciousness, it felt more like slavery than anything to have such an intelligent being simply ordered under the rule of another. "If you wake up, I will let you go free. I won't keep you here..." He said quietly, hoping that maybe the synth heard him and was perhaps more encouraged to wake up from its slumber.

Perhaps because the synth somehow felt these gestures of genuine kindness coming from the sergal, or maybe solely because of a lucky coincidence, the LED screen on his face suddenly lit up, showing the icon of an orange half-charged battery with 36% written under it. Zay suddenly jumped up from excitement, seeing that the battery was charging and the electronics weren't completely destroyed in the rain after all. As if trying to bring an unconscious man to his senses, he suddenly grabbed the robot lizard's shoulders and started shaking its body vigorously, calling out to it in hopes that it would help him awaken faster.

"Hey, wake up! Are you okay? Can you hear me?" He kept repeating, not entirely sure whether that would help in actually bringing the machine to its senses, but it certainly made him feel a little bit better than just sitting around and silently waiting for the system to boot up on its own. A battery charged to 36% should have been perfectly enough to at least start itself up, but there was no power button to be found on the synth's body, so the sergal just had to rely on the thing starting itself up once it felt ready.

He thankfully didn't have to wait for long, as after just a couple of seconds, the battery icon disappeared, and two yellow, friendly looking eyes popped up on the screen, at first only blankly staring in front of themselves, then starting to blink and look around while the different sensors and programs were booting up and Zay could observe the synth slowly regaining his consciousness.

"Are you okay?" He asked carefully, not wanting to startle the massive machine, as the motors which moved the artificial muscles slowly began moving again, trying to reorient and calibrate themselves in space. Finally the eyes on the screen appeared to look towards the source of the voice which was talking to it, the head gently turning to the direction too.

"Thank you for helping me." An ever so slightly robotic voice came from the speakers in the synth's throat. It wasn't supposed to sound like that, but maybe the moisture damaged the sound system a little bit- Zay prayed that this was the biggest issue that was caused by the rain, as this could have been easily fixed with a replacement speaker. "I really could have died out there."

"Yes, you could! And it's really no big deal... It's only natural to try to help if I see someone in trouble!" Zay replied, hoping that the microphones were still working well and that his speech was comprehensible enough. "But please tell me, what's your name? And how did you get in such a situation? I just saw you on the side of the road in the pouring rain, completely abandoned in a ditch..."

"I'm... My memory appears to be corrupted. You may name me anything. What would you like to call me?" The synth replied, with a dotted line suddenly appearing on his screen in place of his eyes. "You may enter your response via a Synth-approved stylus, an external keyboard, or by saying the desired name out loud, clearly."

Zay was suddenly taken aback by the sudden choice; he never thought to actually make up a name for the rescued synth, but he couldn't refuse to answer and leave the poor thing without a chosen name. "Uh... Umm... Steve?" He replied after a bit of thinking, not being able to think of a more original name.

"Selected name: Overlord. Saving to memory..." The synth replied after a short pause, the dotted line being filled on its own, and then disappearing once the save was done, the synth's regular eyes coming back on the screen. "Thank you for choosing me a name."

"You're... Very welcome!" Zay replied, taken aback a little bit by what had just happened, but happy for the synth anyway. "I think it fits you well~"

"To answer your second question, I unfortunately can't really remember how I got there in the rain either. My memory was entirely wiped out, I can only see the logs in my emergency flash drive telling me to get to a dry place soon, because a dangerous amount of moisture was building up inside of me. That drive is meant to be the only thing to survive of me if I were to be completely broken, so you really did come to save me at the last possible moment. Again, I would like to express my gratitude!"

"Aww, you're very welcome, Overlord!" Zay smiled and blushed upon seeing the regular eyes on the LED screen turn into animated, beating hearts for a few seconds. "And I hope that this is not a very weird thing to say, but I do find you pretty attractive! I- I mean, I just love your design, you're just very... Strong and all~"

Zay was suddenly beating himself up over saying such a thing; he found it deeply inappropriate to say something like that to someone he just met, but given how light and happy the situation was, he just couldn't resist telling the synth how he felt. The heart shaped eyes turned back on the screen into regular ones, but they looked a little happier than before.

"Do you really think so?" The robot asked in a happy tone, his massive tail starting to gently wag beneath him. "That's really nice of you, thank you! You're a very pleasant looking organism as well, I must say!"

"T-thanks!" Zay blushed harder than he thought was possible, although he had never gotten a compliment like that before, it certainly felt good to be noticed in such a way by his robotic crush. "You're just so... Strong and shiny and... Phew, you're just plain attractive, Overlord!"

"Unfortunately I am everything but strong at this moment..." The synth said in a slightly less enthusiastic tone. "I can't even find the strength in myself to stand up. I might be bound to your garage forever until the day you finally decide to pull the plug on me..."

"Shh, don't say things like that!" The sergal quickly replied, holding out a helping hand for his new friend to hold. "We'll get you up and walking in no time, trust me on this one! What's your battery charge right now?"

"I am at 40%. It should be enough to get me up and standing, but my motors feel weak and useless..." He replied, the battery icon showing again briefly on the screen as he began trying to get himself off the sitting position to no avail, almost falling over if it wasn't for Zay quickly catching him and preventing his fall.

"Don't be such a crybaby! Come on, take my hand and I'll help you stand!" He insisted and held out his hand once again, which the synth finally took after some hesitation.

"I'm not supposed to need help from others to complete my tasks... Especially not such easy tasks such as standing..." Overlord said in a defeated tone, before struggling a little more, and with the help of his friend, was finally able to stand again, albeit not as stable as he would have liked. "But thank you for your assistance anyway."

"It's okay, you don't need to be ashamed of needing help sometimes!" The sergal tried comforting his friend while still slightly supporting him until he completely calibrated everything to regain full balance.

Now he could get a perfect look at his whole, standing body: Standing so tall and proud, it was hard not to completely fall for the attractive synth, with this magnificently strong legs, and that tail that swished from side to side in an idle animation, revealing something of a tailhole underneath, which Zay could take a sneak peak at when his friend was not paying attention and the tail swished in a way to reveal his bottom.

"Maybe you're right. Teamwork makes us stronger than we could ever be as individuals, after all!" The synth said with a little more cheerful sounding tone as he was slowly getting used to moving and walking around again on his own feet. It only took a few minutes until he was finally in his old shape, happily jogging in circles in the garage.

"So- if you don't mind... I've been meaning to ask you something." Zay suddenly said with a heavy blush on his face. "It may not be appropriate, but I was hoping you'd understand my curiosity and fascination."

"You are free to ask anything, judgment has not been programmed into me!" Overlord replied, his voice still as cheery and worry free as previously.

"Well, you know..." The sergal looked down at the ground as he shyly asked the question, "I've just been wondering whether you have any... Reproductive systems? Like we, as living people, have reproductive organs? And whether I'd be able to, you know... Take a look?"

"Yes, we actually do! And you're free to take a look, you are my owner after all!" The synth replied completely unphased by the question, and stood in front of the sergal he now called his owner. All of a sudden, the little trapdoor that Zay observed earlier opened up, and an interesting, soft and prehensile, tentacle like penis emerged from it.

"Wow, I find that... Quite fascinating, actually! How does it work?" Zay asked enthusiastically upon seeing the penis for himself, quite entertained by the sight and finding it incredibly arousing.

"Well, we don't actually reproduce in the sense that you, as living organisms do. We can't inseminate each other and produce offspring like that, but we can share information with each other this way, and it also causes us pleasure to engage in this way!" Overlord explained, the red, flexible piece of machinery slowly swaying and moving as it was simply just dangling from its place in a flaccid manner.

"Pleasure? You guys can experience orgasms?? Wow, technology really has come a long way..." The sergal noted with a smile, totally in awe at what the current generation synths were able to do. They truly were nearly distinguishable from organic people in their behavior! "And tell me, are you able to experience pleasure by engaging with someone who's... Not a synth?"

"Yes, that is entirely possible. If intercourse is done between two synths, the penis is inserted into the partner's tailhole where it gets connected with the partner's system via the microscopic connector at the end of the penis." The lizard explained, turning around and lifting his tail up to show the hole, demonstrating as if the sergal would have needed evidence that there really was a hole back there designed for this purpose. "If intercourse is done with a non-synth, pleasure can still be achieved on my end, but data transfer is not possible due to a lack of available ports in the receiver."

"I see, that is indeed... Fascinating." The sergal said quietly in awe, taking a good look at the exposed hole before his friend turned back around. "And if I may have another dumb question, the last one now I promise... Would you be interested in trying this kind of intercourse with me, even if I don't have the interfaces necessary to... Transfer data or whatever? Simply to transfer pleasure~"

"Do not worry my owner, you can ask as many dumb questions as you want!" The synth exclaimed, before two red spots appeared below his eyes on the screen, meant to show that he was blushing. "And if you desire, I will gladly engage in intercourse without data transfer (IWDT for short) with you! It's been a long time since I've felt that type of pleasure, and I would be lying if I said that I didn't miss it."

"That's fantastic!" Zay jumped up in excitement, his head reeling and his pants tightening from his growing boner. "But please, can we just refer to it as 'sex' instead of whatever that acronym was?"

"Of course, we can refer to it as S.E.X. if that is more comfortable for you." The synth smiled, and his previously flaccid mechanical penis started straightening out as it gained a bit more firmness. "Do you wish to be on the sending or the receiving end?"

"S-sending, if that's fine..." Zay blushed as upon seeing the growing boner of his mate, started taking off his clothes as well. It wasn't very warm in the garage, but the excitement fuelled him beyond the need to heat himself up externally; taking off his shirt and pants, he didn't even shiver as he was heated up by his own passion for the robot.

"You also need to take off your undergarments~" The synth friendlily, yet slightly teasingly reminded the sergal, who took shyly took off his underwear as well, revealing that his penis was already dripping with precum, his erect cock twitching at the thought of entering the synth.

"Uhm, but it won't be a problem if my... Fluids get in there, right?" Zay asked as his mate bent over and put his tail to the side to make it easier for him to access the hole. It looked pretty warm and inviting, with red, rubbery padding on the inside, even gently vibrating for the top's pleasure.

"Don't worry, my tailhole is perfectly prepared for fluids inside~" The synth purred, hypnotically swaying his hips from side to side, almost begging for the sergal to enter.

Zay didn't need much more teasing to finally give in to the temptation, putting his paws on the two, gently vibrating soft buttcheeks of his mate and entering the tailhole with his whole length. The insides felt incredibly tight, yet very pleasurable; it took a while before the padding adjusted to perfectly fit his size, until it wasn't hard to push in anymore, but just tight enough that it caused a lot of pleasure to the moaning sergal.

"W-wow, even if this hole was designed for mechanical cocks, it feels pretty damn... Ahhh... Pleasurable..." Zay noted as he gently bucked his hips back and forth, his legs shaking from the amazing sensations. The insides of the synth felt remarkably like real flesh, the soft, lubricated and warm rubber forming nicely onto the shape of his cock that kept slowly thrusting inside.

"What can I say, we were designed by flesh and bone people after all!" Overlord giggled as he picked up the pace set by his excited mate, and increased the vibration slightly.

"W-woah, calm down!" The sergal suddenly pulled out his cock, breathing heavily with a fully erect, smoking hot penis. "Y-you're going to make me cum ahead of time!"

"Oh, I'm sorry! I don't want to make you finish before you're ready. You want to try being on the bottom as well after all, don't you?" The synth replied, taking down his vibration by a notch.

Zay took a big gulp, as even though he really was very aroused by the thought of taking the lizard's instrument in his butt, he feared whether he was able to actually take it. "That uh... That would be dreamy for sure, but are you sure that I'm able to, you know... Accommodate for it? I've never actually taken anything anally..."

"That shouldn't be a problem thanks to the shape!" The synth explained, and indeed, his penis was slightly pointy at the tip, and gradually thicker as it went further, so even if the Sergal wasn't able to take it in its full length, at least some of it would have easily entered in. "But the bigger question is, do you want to lose your virginity to a machine? I'm sure that there are a lot of guys who would love to try out with you, my owner!"

"I am sure, I have never been so sure about anything in my entire life!" Zay said passionately as he got down on the ground on all fours, and although it felt a little awkward and weird not having done anything like this before, he got his ass in the position for anal.

"Then I will gladly be your first, my owner!" The synth replied, waiting for the sergal to get down and ready, and then extending his long, pointy penis to be inserted into the eager hole. The tip, as expected, slid in easily, and thanks to the convenient shape and slippery surface, it could get further and further in.

"Oh... Oh gosh! This is amazing!" Zay exclaimed with pleasure as he tried to be as calm and relaxed as he could, not wanting to tighten up his hole too much because he knew that would only make it harder. When the cock got deep enough to brush up against his prostate, the sergal moaned up loudly in pleasure, his cock somehow even harder than when he was the one penetrating.

"Are you doing well down there?" Overlord asked as his robotic penis kept going in and out of the hole, causing his mate to shiver and shake in pleasure and excitement.

"Oh yes, yes I am, please keep going! Please faster!" Zay replied without thinking, completely overcome by the barrage of feelings and sensations. The synth was so intense, yet so gentle and sophisticated in his way of mating; the program was already written inside of him, he knew exactly how to cause pleasure.

There wasn't anything dripping out of the synth's penis of course, but that couldn't have been said for the sergal, who kept producing more precum than he ever thought was possible, his cock dripping rivers onto the floor. He tried his best to control his orgasm, as he didn't want to cum too early again, but didn't want to tell his partner to stop either. This was the most pleasure that he had ever felt in his entire life, which he made sure the synth knew very well about, by moaning and squealing loudly from the overwhelming sexual stimulation that he was experiencing for the very first time in his life.

"Oh God, I'm about to cum!" Zay moaned out with a shaky voice, but this time, he wasn't panicking and rushing to calm himself down, as he felt that he was way over the edge. There was no coming back from here, so the best that he could do was to simply succumb to the pleasure and let his thick load splatter on the ground of his garage, as he kept rocking his body against the extending and retracting penis that widened his insides with such machine like precision, yet more care and sensuality than a living person could have ever been capable of.

Overlord waited for the orgasm to finish, his penis vibrating until the very end to increase the strength of his partner's orgasm even more. He only pulled out once he saw that Zay had somewhat calmed down, his pleasured moans turning into gentle, exhausted panting. That's when he retracted his cock, and even gave a pat on his mate's head, flustering him quite a bit in the process.

"Wow..." Was all that the sergal could say for a few minutes as he struggled to gather his thoughts after what had just happened. "That was absolutely crazy, I really should have tried anal way sooner... Thank you very much, Overlord."

"My pleasure! Literally!" The synth replied, hearts appearing in place of his eyes once again for a couple of seconds. "So what now? Shall I charge myself for a little longer so that I'm strong and able to comply with all your wishes in the morning?"

"I just have one more request, if I may... Is your battery charged enough for a little bit more fun?" Zay asked after turning over from his all-fours position to sitting down on the ground, looking up at the robot who was towering quite a bit above him even when they were both standing up.

"Of course, unless you want to make me run more than 38524 meters, my owner. My battery still has sufficient charge!" The synth replied, just as precisely and dutifully as he always did.

"Well, this request wouldn't really entail any running..." The sergal explained as he laid on his back on the ground. "It might be an even stranger wish than what we just did, but... Can you please step on me, Overlord?"

"Step on you?" He was obviously taken aback by the request, but his voice reflected curiosity rather than judgment. "Wouldn't that hurt you though? I am quite heavy, and your flesh and bone body might not be able to endure so much steel and titanium towering on it."

"Just be gentle, okay?" Zay asked, desperately wanting to experience his fantasy. "Right here on my belly, hold back just enough that you don't hurt me!"

"Very well, I shall attempt that now, my owner!" Overlord replied, lifting up his left foot and putting it on the sergal's chest. Even though he tried not to put any significant weight or pressure onto it, Zay could still feel how robust the machinery was, and he would have been lying to himself if he thought that he wasn't being aroused by that.

"Wow, you are so strong... So heavy!" He exclaimed in ecstasy, slightly struggling to breathe as his belly was compressed by the heavy robotic leg. "But please don't stop! I love it! Trample on me!"

Overlord, upon seeing the enthusiasm of his owner, began acting a little more enthusiastic himself, moving his foot around, gently stomping on it to make the sergal cough a little, all the while being very careful about his owner's wellbeing. After a while, he even moved his foot up to the muzzle of the sergal without him even needing to ask, carefully rubbing his sole against the nose. Despite being a little surprised by the sudden action, Zay couldn't deny that he was enjoying it quite a bit, even moaning slightly as he sniffed the robotic foot.

"Mmmm... You have some lovely feet~" He said when his mouth temporarily wasn't covered by the soles, enjoying the slightly metallic and greasy smell. He enjoyed the stomping for many more minutes before he felt like his body had finally had enough of the beating; he himself would have loved to be trampled some more, but he also had to think of his poor back, which definitely would have been hurting quite severely after a several hours long trampling session.

"Thank you Overlord, that's enough!" He said, catching his breath from the intense experience, his boner already starting to grow again because of how pent up and horny he was from the unique experience.

"I'm happy that you feel that way!" The synth replied, crouching down and slowly lying on the ground next to his owner. "I hope you don't mind~"

"I d-don't, please, do whatever!" Zay replied, reaching out his arm to the robot who gently embraced his new owner, snuggling up to him tightly in a strong embrace. Their faces were just inches apart from each other, and the sergal looked lovingly into the glowing LED eyes of his mate, who stared back into the deep, emotional eyes of his. They were completely silent, only the sound of the sergal's fur being dragged on the floor, and the quiet motors of the synth could be heard.

They rubbed their muzzles together, and while they were doing it, Overlord visibly started sniffing into his mate's mouth. "D-do you have any scent sensors in your muzzle?" The sergal asked, a little surprised but quite turned on by what the synth just did.

"Yes, smelling the maw of our masters is actually one of our ways of bonding with them!" He explained. "You see, we make up a whole profile of our owners in our memory; we collect visual information through our cameras, voice information through our microphones, and we also build a scent profile so that we can recognize them even if our other sensory systems are not functioning properly!"

"That makes a lot of sense! Well please, go ahead then~" The sergal replied, opening up his mouth wide for the synth to collect as much information as he could. Suddenly however, probably triggered by the open wide mouth and all the internal gasses that accumulated inside his stomach from the intensive stomping, an uncontrollable, massive burp broke out of Zay's mouth, straight into the face of his mate, leaving him profusely apologizing. "BURRRRPPPP... Oh, I'm terribly sorry, Overlord! I didn't- I didn't mean to!"

"It's fine, my owner!" The synth laughed happily sniffing the belch of the sergal. "I actually find your gas quite pleasant smelling... May I have some more of it, please?"

He didn't have to ask twice, as the second burp came right up in a warm, stinky wave that he sucked in happily, collecting the burp samples of his owner. There were quite a few more until Zay's belly was finally empty of the built up gasses, allowing the reptile to enjoy the scent for a long time, pushing his muzzle deeper and deeper into the source, to the point where his whole nose was already almost in the sergal's mouth.

"Wow, that was quite... Enjoyable!" Zay said happily as he felt that he was out of burps and the synth slowly removed his muzzle from his mouth. "But now, is there anything I can do for you? I do need to go back to bed soon because I've got to go to work tomorrow, so I will have to put you back to charge for the night. Is there anything you need before I can do that?"

"Thank you for giving me this unforgettable experience, my owner!" The synth replied, slowly and carefully getting up from the ground after his mate. "Well, if you don't mind, my tailhole has gotten quite wet from your precum, and even though the whole system is waterproof, I think it would be best not to leave it there for long. Could you please clean it out?"

"Oh of course, how rude of me!" The sergal replied, getting behind the synth and waiting for him to bend over to allow him access to the hole. Instead of a proper cleaning device as expected however, he used his tongue to start cleaning out the insides of the robotic tailhole.

"Is that a tongue I feel back there?" The confused voice of the synth could be heard from the front, but again, it was more out of curiosity than judgment or negative shock.

"Mmh... Maybe~?" Zay teased his mate, pushing his tongue into the hole deep to clean the remains of his juices out. It felt just as soft and juicy as a real ass, the engineers who designed it really did put a lot of effort into simulating the feeling of living flesh with rubber quite well. It smelled pretty differently though, instead of a usual asshole smell, it was more an industrial, sterile stink like fake leather, mixed in with the stench of stale cum that he left inside. Despite it not being a particularly pleasant smell however, Zay couldn't deny that he liked it quite a bit, and licking the attractive robot's tailhole like that was a big turn on.

"I was expecting a boolean response, my owner, but I don't mind it! Your tongue actually feels quite pleasant and warm! Definitely better than the industrial cleaning machines..." Overlord replied, purring quietly as his hole was cleaned out.

The small motors inside the hole twisted and turned the fabric so that the tongue could reach every spot, pushing up some air that felt quite a bit like being farted in the face by the horny sergal, increasing his pleasure even more. He gladly sniffed the mechanical farts of his friend, which actually smelled a little bit like actual farts, only even better.

He only pulled out his tongue once he made sure that every single bit of juice was properly cleaned out of the hole, looking proudly at his work: a wet, pristinely cleaned robotic tailhole. "Was the cleaning sufficient enough?" He asked once the synth got back into a normal standing position, still blushing a little bit from the horny experience.

"Sufficient enough! Though admittedly not up to protocol, as defined in my health and safety code, if you feel like it's properly cleaned, I can override that." The synth replied, sitting back in his spot next to the charger.

"Well, I don't have any industrial grade synth tailhole cleaners on me, so it'll have to suffice!" Zay joked, prompting his robotic friend to laugh as well. He took the charging cable and attached it back into the port, seeing the battery icon appear on the screen for a few seconds again. "I bet you miss feeling like you're on full charge again. Don't worry, I won't take ya off and bother you anymore for today!"

"I'm here at your disposal and I'm happy to serve at every opportunity, no matter my battery percentage!" The synth replied dutifully. "And if I may have a suggestion, I think that we should do things like this more frequently. I enjoyed it quite a lot!"

"Me too, my sweet synth boy..." Zay replied, feeling a little silly for calling Overlord that, but subconsciously they both agreed that it was a pretty cute thing to call him. "But now rest and charge, we still have a lot to work on tomorrow. Good night!"

"I will be here, you can count on that, my owner!" The synth said joyfully, relaxing all of his robotic muscles and turning off his led screen to preserve power. Before he completely shut himself off into fast charging mode however, one last voice clip played from his speakers quietly to give his proper goodbyes for the day and encompass how thankful he was to the person who took him home from the side of the road and saved his life, giving him a better home than he could have ever imagined previously: "Good night Zay. I love you!"

"I love you too, Overlord!" The sergal replied, before gently shutting the door and stumbling back to bed, his heart filled with joy and passion.