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Tales From the Synth - Series One -

Chapter Four

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

15thMarch, 2023

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Squeaky visibly trembled, as Clyde just grinned and took a two handed grasp of his limp penis.

"Master..." Squeaky moaned, his eyes wide.

"Don't tease him so Clyde," Roan snickered. "I swear, you've...well - "

Clyde stood up, then did a macho pose, showing off his impressive biceps, pectoral and abdominal muscles. Squeaky's expression grew even more pensive, as he made a pretty good approximation at swallowing a lump in his silicon tubed throat.

"A life as a construction worker certainly helps one build up a rocking bod, wouldn't you agree Roan?" Clyde laughed, then sat down again. "So, a synth - wow - I'd heard of them, not cheap... are they all like, well...like Squeaky?"

Roan shook his head and chuckled. "Not at all, sure, this model - the Kangaroo one, its not uncommon. A lot of parents get the _other_model, which has polymer plating, rubberised pads on its thighs, forearms, shoulders, etc. Squeaky here,"

Roan gently stroked Squeaky's ears, seemingly soothing the quivering Synth. "He is a rather specialised - "

Clyde grinned and nodded. "From what you've told me, very specialised- is such..."

Clyde trailed off, then coughed softly.

Roan frowned, then Squeaky shook his head, placing a paw against the side of his head in a human-like gesture of exasperation.

"I can not speak for other Synth's," Squeaky spoke gently. "My own - peculiar - proclivities, I would imagine, would at the very least, invalidate my warranty with my creators. I am meant to be a pool flotation device, in an emergency, a rescue device. I am programmed with a wide variety of rescue techniques and -"

Clyde shook his head. "So, you and...Roan, the whole..."

Squeaky looked at Roan, then placed his head on Roan's thigh, gazing up through his display port at his owner. Roan blushed and gently pet Squeaky on the back of the head.

"Our...relationship... is as far as I know, unique. No, it's not exactly socially acceptable to be - attracted - as I am, to a pool toy, and I imagine doubly so, towards a Synth. So, no. I imagine it'd definitely _not_be socially accepted. What we share - with those few I trust, like yourself, stays between us."

Clyde grinned again and nodded. "I've never, I mean how..."

Squeaky raised one ear, his eyes conveying his confusion, before he used his pheromone receptors and other sensors to interpret Clyde's emotions.

"Clyde, I can assist - I have a wide variety of techniques and if necessary, I can simulate a pheromone or even scent response if this facilitates overcoming your ambivalence towards me."

"My...what?" Clyde frowned.

Roan rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Squeaky is saying he could, if you needed it, _set the mood_for you. He could simulate the scent of a in-season mare, for example, or whatever else you wished for. He's only trying to help, of course, I don't even know even _if_he can be - accommodating...

Squeaky blushed again, then turned his head to look at his owner.

"Master, I appreciate your welfare for my concern. I have detailed files on equid physiology. I am - "

Squeaky paused then a wavering smile spread across his muzzle. Roan saw it, which only added to his own trepidation.

"Fully capable of sharing attentions with Clyde. If such is his desire. His pheromone response and brain wave telemetry, implied that he is curious about a liaison with me, but he would prefer..."

"HEY!" Clyde blushed and gripped the arm chair of the couch. "That was a private thought, how..."

"My apologies, sir," Squeaky responded, bowing his head to the Shire.

Roan giggled shyly, then brushed his left paw back over his forehead and ears again, as he looked away.

"It's been...a while - " Roan murmured. "If you don't mind Clyde - I'd...help to ease your...trepidation."

Squeaky looked from his owner to Clyde and back again, before his muzzle opened and he realised, through his extensive suite of sensors, what his owner meant.

"Uh...with the...I mean, with Squeaky..." Clyde muttered. "No offence Squeaky, its just I've never..."

Squeaky slicked his ears to a 45 degree angle and nodded twice. "I understand, you've never engaged in a sexual act with a synth. Nervousness and fear is perfectly understandable, as I am an unknown. If it helps, I am incapable of causing harm, either through direct, or indirect interactions.

"Uh, so...how...I mean..."

Squeaky looked at Roan, who grinned and nodded, then winked at Squeaky. Squeaky frowned, looking back at Clyde, then back at Roan before he nodded himself.

"Uh...just what..." Clyde muttered, as he leaned forwards. "Yeah, okay, so I've never even seen a synth, well, okay, I've _seen_them, but..."

Squeaky nodded gently, his pheromone spray working subtly, Squeaky choosing to use a mixture of scents designed to calm and please. Roan stood, then gasped and placed a hand against the edge of the couch as he suddenly become light-headed. Squeaky instantly stepped backwards, then felt Roan's paws slap hard on his shoulders.

"Oops, sorry Squeaky," Roan giggled softly. "Got up too quick, rush of blood out of the head..."

Squeaky heard the lie in his masters voice, but chose to remain silent.

*

Clyde sat on the edge of the couch, his paws resting gently on Roan's head. Roan's muzzle was between Clyde's thighs, both paws wrapped expertly - one above the medial ring, one below, of Clyde's half-erect penis.

"Uh..." Clyde gurgled.

Roan snickered and used his broad, supple tongue to lick from the base of the darkly skinned member upwards. His tongue swirled and gripped, sliding upon a slick layer of his saliva, over the medial ring and heading towards the flaring penile head. With a cheeky wink and glance up at Clyde, Roan dropped his muzzle and in one smooth motion - his broad, firm lips clamped like a clamp just above Clyde's medial ring. Roan breathed out and in through his flaring nostrils, his breath quickly growing warm, then hot, against Clyde's lap.

"Godless...mare..." Clyde rasped, his spine crackling as his hips arched forwards, shoulders pressing back against the couch. "I'd...urgh, I'd forgotten how...talented..."

Roan grinned wider, his eyes narrowing to an insolent glint as he began to work Clyde's impressive member like it was a finely tuned instrument. Scent of musk, Squeaky's pheromone release and others began to fill the living room as Clyde groaned and squirmed.

Squeaky watched, eyes like dinner plates. He'd never seen his master performing oral sex before. It was definitely something Squeaky would file away in his positronic net.

"No...not..." Clyde grunted, slapping gently at the back of Roan's head.

When this failed to work, Clyde shuddered and wrapped a large paw around both of Roan's ears and physically pulled him up and back.

"Mmph!" Roan gagged, then shuddered, falling back onto his hocks with a thump. "Ow, hey! Ruin the mood why don't you?"

Clyde shuddered, holding his erection in one paw, whilst he shook his head and blew noisily through his nostrils.

"Sorry..." Clyde rumbled, as he shivered, a drool of pre-ejaculate fluid oozing from the tip of his penis and drizzling down his length. "I thought the idea was...well, you know..."

"Deny me a chance at reaffirming my..."

Squeaky's electronic giggle was heard. "I don't think you need too -"

Am upscaling electronic squeal was heard, and squeal was heard and Clyde's deep chuckle.

"That's it little synth...squeak, squeak for daddy..."

TO BE CONTINUED...