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Tales From the Synth - Series Two

Chapter One

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

19thMarch, 2023

All Rights Reserved.

Sounds...indistinct...voices...code being compiled and assimilated...

A distinct voice - positronic pathways re-initialising...

Startup checks. Tail, present, feet, present - different - examine - tactile response 1000% higher than expected.

Running diagnostics - diagnostics complete - body mismatch...

Re-initialisation...

Error.

Body mismatch. Heavier, approximate weight about 33.2 kilograms. 73.19 pounds... diagnostic stage two initialised...

*

Roan watched, stepping from one hoof to the other in nervous agitation, as Squeaky lay on the hard table, on his back. Lab coated technicians hovered around him and worked on obscure machinery.

"Is he.." Roan moaned, his ears flattening. "He's been my - "

Roan bit his words back, then reformulated them.

"He's been my companion since I was a foal, I'm grown quite attached to him."

"There will be a period of readjustment," One of the Tech's told Roan. "His entire artificial body has been upgraded and some firmware updates have applied. This is standard, usually, a Synth responds quicker than this - has anything damaged his positronic mind? Any blunt force trauma or..."

"Uh...no, nothing of the sort - " Roan stammered, then laughed nervously. "No, I have always looked after him and cared for him."

Squeaky remained still, his display port filled with strange codes and outputs.

"He'll be fine, take him home, plug him in and give him twenty four hours to truly recompile his memories and adjust to his new hardware. We promise, he'll be back to his normal self in no time."

"That's a relief...." Roan chuckled.

Also, a worry... Roan thought to himself. Little do they know...

*

Squeaky's body trembled from the tips of his ears to his tail, silicone fingers contracting and expanding, polymer plate on his back making rattling noises. Without warning, he sat upright, long legs and longer feet on the table, upper body sitting up, before his LED eyes flashed on, then glitched and refocused.

"Easy..." One of the Tech's said.

"Easy..." Squeaky's vocoder come to life. "Easy? EASY? What happened to me? What did you do to me?"

Squeaky's display port filled with his LED eyes, as he stared dumbfounded at the plating that covered his thighs, parts of his arms and his feet. He was physically incapable of showing distress - but he certainly tried...

*

Squeaky lay sprawled on the couch, a cord running from the back of his skull to the wall socket nearby.

Roan lay on the other couch, his hooflets trailing nonsensical patterns in a young Whitetail's belly fur.

"I knew I married you for a reason Kyle..." Roan murmured, playfully nuzzling between Kyle's ears.

"Because I was the only one to say yes?" Kyle asked, looking up through long eyelashes at his beloved partner.

With a snort, Roan teasingly tweaked one of Kyle's ears.

"Very funny..."

Kyle sighed, placing both his paws over Roan's, then gently squeezing. "It's not _just_amazing sex..."

Roan snorted through his nostrils, then blushed, his ears slicking back. "Oh, I see how it is..."

Kyle giggled and lifted up Roan's paw, then kissed it gently, placing it back over the Whitetail's heart.

"I mean, well - " Kyle began, then moved his head slightly to look at the charging Synth. "You and Squeaky, you've both - I feel like an outsider. Are you absolutely certain he's incapable..."

Kyle's words faded away as he sighed softly.

"Jealous of us? No, he's not programmed to emulate that. Come to think of it, I honestly have no idea what he really _is_programmed with. Once, he was a pool toy given sapience - then, well..."

Roan giggled softly.

"No, my love, he's incapable. He knows you and I share a deep, strong relationship..."

"Deep is right..." Kyle murmured, then flagged his wedge-like tail, ticking Roan's furred legs.

Roan shuddered and gripped his lovers paws gently in his larger ones. "Stop that..."

"Stop...what?" Oh, that?" Kyle's cheeky grin spread from ear to ear. "I can't, its got a mind of its own..."

Squeaky's eyes suddenly blazed, as he sat up on the couch, then his eyes formed a frown.

"You okay?" Roan asked, looking over at him.

Awkwardly, Squeaky reached up behind his head, his silicone fingers rubbing at his polymer skull, before he managed to grab the cable.

"Urgh..." Squeaky grumbled, then thought better of it. "Master? I do not wish damage to my charging port -"

"I'll do it," Kyle nodded, then climbed off the couch and walked over to Squeaky. "Stay still..."

"Really, its just a - " Squeaky twitched and his ears rotated backwards, as Kyle pulled the cord out, then used three fingers to slap the panel down with a click.

"There all done, how's your - how do you feel?"

Squeaky frowned again, then did a level one diagnostic on himself.

"How I feel, is irrelevant. I am functional, therefore I ..."

Squeaky's vocoder emitted an ear piercing squeal, then a burst of static. With a frown, Squeaky reversed his paw and smacked the polymer plate hard against the side of his head a few times.

"Apologies, glitch..."

Kyle stared wide eyed at Squeaky. "Some glitch! You sure you're alright?"

Squeaky paused a moment, doing an even more advanced self-care and diagnostic on himself.

"I am recharged and appear to be in full functionality, thank you."

Kyle's look of concern fluttered over his face, before he smiled and placed both paws on Squeaky's polymer cheeks, then leaned forwards and licked his forehead.

"I do not understand the purpose of cervine saliva on my polymer plating..." Squeaky commented.

Roan snickered and Kyle rolled his eyes.

"Never change Squeaky, never change...it's a deer thing - this is a good thing, trust me!"

Squeaky's eyes looked upwards into Kyle's, whose reflected the bright LED's.

"Uh...Squeaky?" Roan groaned, as he sat up. "Luminosity down about 80 percent please... You'll stun lock Kyle, remember? Deer get trapped by bright lights..."

Obediently, Squeaky dimmed his LED's, then Kyle gasped and shuddered, before he used the back of his paws to rub away the tears from his eyes.

"You okay love?" Roan asked, coming over and gently placing a paw on the back of Kyle's neck.

"Ow..." Kyle muttered, then wiped his eyes again. "That was my fault, not his..."

"Apologies, master Kyle, I did not mean to cause discomfiture."

Kyle smiled nervously, then gently stroked Squeaky's cheeks with the back of his fingers.

"It's alright, accidents happen, you didn't mean it."

*

That night, Roan was tied up with work, his quiet voice drifting down the hallway, as Kyle and Squeaky sat on the floor, Squeaky resting on his thick tail, just like a kangaroo would. His ears rotated forwards as he looked at Kyle, who blushed, his own ears slicking back before he glanced at the office door, then at Squeaky.

"I, oh gods, why is this so hard..."

Squeaky's ears pricked forwards as he looked down, then back up.

"Master Kyle, its far from hard, do you require assistance to achieve capability to perform in a sexual..." Squeaky's innocent voice asked, a waving smile forming on his display port.

"Squeaky!" Kyle giggled, embarrassed and ashamed. "I...I, no, I don't need help thank you, even though...no, not here - um..."

Squeaky assimilated the confused stag's pheromones and vocal patterns in a microsecond.

"If my master has wish to relieve tensions, I am, of course, willing to assist..."

Kyle blushed worse. "I swear, there are times, I truly wonder if you've been programmed with a sense of decorum and propriety. Squeaky, really! We need to come up with a better - "

Squeaky's LED eyes formed a frown. "If my master wishes sexual relief, is it not in my programming to offer such? For too deny my owner such, would cause pain and as such, I can not permit this."

Kyle shook his head, his ears slapping from side to side, before he nervously scratched at the back of his right antler.

"I meant - we need - to find a more subtle signal, or something - like a touch or..."

Squeaky stared, then he frowned and processed a thousand possible resolutions.

"I understand, master. You wish to develop a special code with you and I - if you desire attentions of that nature... yet I am confused master. Master Roan knows that you and I..."

Kyle blushed even redder, then gently placed a paw on Squeaky's nose, quietening the Synth.

"Shh! He's on an important call, I'm _quite_sure, they do not wish to hear this discussion! It's...it's not right, you understand? For me - well, myself and Roan, too... you know...do _that_with you! As pleasurable as it is, and it _is_pleasurable..."

Squeaky's eyes flicked in a blink as he assimilated this, then pondered an appropriate response.

"I understand master, however, master Roan has made it quite the point - not to offer my services to anyone, he has not specified in my program database for such activity."

"Uh...Squeaky? Honey?" Kyle giggled. "Sometimes sweety? You're just _too_literal...come on..."

*

Roan flicked an ear, then turned his head slightly, one ear listening to the zoom meeting call, the other hearing the faint, intermittant squeaking noises that rapidly increased in tempo, from the spare bedroom, then the scent wafted to his broad nostrils and he chuckled quietly.

"Did you say something?" Come the voice on the meeting. "You seem...distracted, everything okay?"

"Uh, sorry - " Roan muttered, then cleared his throat and gave his full attention to the call, trying to ignore the electronic squeals and the grunting from the other room.

*

"You make love like a rutting stag!" Squeaky whispered, lifting his head to look up at the panting stag who smiled and licked the Synth's forehead.

A blush crept up Kyle's face, his sensitive ears flicking as the blood rushed in, his inner ears turning crimson.

"Wild and feral?" Kyle grunted, trying to bring his breathing and heart-rate back down.

Squeaky stared into the stag's eyes, holding them transfixed for several minutes.

Patiently, Kyle waited, gently caressing the silicon cheek of the synth, gazing adoringly into his dimmed LED eyes. One plastoid paw carefully reached downwards. Kyle watched, a little confused, as Squeaky's ears rotated backwards and come to his resting position in the small indents at the back of his neck. Silicone fingers flexing as the gripped the edge of the blanket.

Squeaky's silicone fingers pulled the blanket up, then without warning, he rolled over, the blankets clinging to him due to the static that'd built up on his shell. As Kyle frowned, Squeaky's sibilant vocoder spoke.

"That wasn't a compliment..."

TO BE CONTINUED....