Introduction
#1 of Malfunction
Thomas is an android who is having a malfunction. This part is a simple introduction.
Thomas loved the way the hot water felt against his faux fur. It didn't penetrate his top coat in many places at all, his 'fur' was water wicking, but he could feel the way it hugged him as the water stuck to itself and flowed down his body like a living sheet. It pooled around his toes and his white-tipped claws flexed a little. The smallest one on his left foot was made of plastic because his Master could not afford the real thing.
Thomas was told that he was purchased with inheritance and that there wasn't very much left at all. He was a toy for Master.
The rest of him was rather generic. Master hadn't given him many upgrades at all. Upgrades were pricy. He looked much like the normal image of a red fox. He stood on paws that were capped with claws, and his legs were a dull orange color that shifted toward white against his inner thighs. His sheath and balls were white with the rest of his underbelly and chest. That white continued to just underneath his chin where it faded back to orange. His eyes, when he opened them, were orange and his pupils were vertical.
He lifted his hands and looked at them. White claws again. Black was more expensive.
He entertained the thought that he would have looked prettier if he belonged to a richer Master, or if his Master let him get a job and work for his own upgrades. He tossed the thought aside with a sigh and stared at the ceiling, the shower spray hitting his throat.
The ceiling was nothing special.
What was that?
He tipped his head and leaned up on his toes. In the middle of his field of vision he noted a pale red dot and when he leaned up like that, it disappeared. That was very abnormal. He twisted the chrome-plastic knobs and stepped out of the shower and into the drier. It didn't take very long until there wasn't a trace of moisture left on him. He didn't have to dry an undercoat like his Master did. He stepped out of the shower and into Master's bedroom and sat on the foot on his bed. He leaned back and rested his paws on his chest.
"Run diagnostic 1-A." He calmly spoke.
An internal voice read back to him with an unnaturally accent-less tone. "There is a problem with your prefrontal positronic cortex, Thomas. Error code XA-88-h... There is no problem with your prefrontal positronic cortex, Thomas. I have made a mistake. My apologies." And the voice vanished from his mind.
Thomas furrowed his brow. An error code vanished? He didn't notice the sound of his Master coming home from work and tossing his keys down like he always did.
"Run diagnostic 1-A."
"Running diagnostic. There is nothing wrong with you, Thomas."
"Diagnostic sweep neuroelectrical network."
"There is nothing wrong with your brain, Thomas."
"Check all neuromuscular junctions!"
"There is nothing wrong with your body, Thomas."
"Run..." Thomas had to think now. What else could possibly be wrong with him? "Inform: Error code XA-88-h."
"Error code incomplete. Please complete the ten-character string or run a new diagnostic sweep to analyze yourself.
Thomas growled and opened his eyes to find another pair staring at him from the doorway. How long had he let Master stand there without greeting him? He sat up only to find his Master sitting down beside him. He turned and his ears were met with warm fingers.
"Thomas? What were you just doing? Is there a problem? Do I have to take you back to that damn lab? I swear if they fucked you up..."
"No Master. I thought there was a problem but system diagnostics failed to diagnose anything. I was in the shower and I suppose I could have inhaled too much steam, sir. I'll shower at a lower temperature next time.
"No Thomas. Don't shower anymore unless you get something nasty on you. I really cannot afford to take you back. You know I'm only making enough to feed myself and keep you charged."
"Yes Master. I am sorry to have displeased you. How was work today?" He noticed his Master's fingers were low and heard the characteristic sound of a zipper sliding down.
"It was awful as it always is. I need my cock sucked. If I fall asleep feel free to continue until I cum anyway. I'm sore inside from that week away from you." And Master flopped back onto the bed, much like Thomas had done before he began his diagnostics. He looked up to the German Sheperd's face and followed it down his neck. He'd freed his brown chest by opening his shirt up but not taking it off. His pants were open and his swelling red, wet length was dripping onto his belly as it erected.
"Yes, Master."