Date: Thu, 15 Aug 2002 23:47:59 +0000
From: Java Biscuit <javabiscuit@hotmail.com>
Subject: Free to Good Home, chapter 16

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Free to Good Home ~ chapter 16

by Biscuit



It was dark by the time I stood in the alley where I'd first seen
Tiger. I was jittery from too much coffee; I'd downed pots of
it with Rory through the afternoon. I'd sent him home, alone,
after assuring him I was okay. I wasn't okay but it was nothing
that going home with him could help.

He'd shown up not long after Sam left and I was relieved that at
least the two of them hadn't met up. They didn't like each other.
It could only have made something bad much, much worse.

Rory thought Sam was a total asshole and any wistfulness or
nostalgia from me about him made my friend spit fire. It was
kind of like he'd been at the beginning about Tiger, only worse
because it had lasted for years. He knew about me and Sam.
He'd figured it out the first time he met him.

My brother had dropped by the school on a weekend, looking to
take me for a surprise night out. I'd asked Rory to go along with
us. Afterwards, walking through the hall in the dorm Rory had
said, "Your brother's so weird, he acted like I was in his way."

"Don't be ridiculous, and keep your voice down," I'd said; the
kind of thing I was always saying to him and he was always
completely ignoring. I remember it was late and the place was
quiet and the subject made me nervous.

"You're so blind," he'd said, following me into my room. He'd
goosed my butt, hard enough to make me turn and glare at him.
"This is the only ass he had his eyes on," Rory said.

"You're crazy," I'd told him, busying myself with needlessly
making sure the door was shut securely behind him. He just kept
looking at me and I don't think it took him ten minutes to worm
the truth out. He was always like that, like a little dog tracking a
scent. I could never hide anything from him.

Now I knew about both of them. And what I knew about myself
was that I wanted Rory for a friend, Sam for a brother, and to
wake up every day for the rest of my life with Tiger.

I headed toward the alley like I was on a pilgrimage.

It was just as rank there as the night I'd found him. The crate
was still there. Now it had paper in it. I stood staring at it in
the cold for a long time. Pathetic as it was, it made me feel
closer to him to be there, even if it was painful to remember
how I'd stood in the same spot, drunk, unable to walk away
from him.

The alley was actually brighter than the week before. Moon
was almost full, fewer clouds. My eyes roamed over the bundled
paper in the crate absently.

R. Davison. The name was printed on a packing label. I was
looking at it, wondering why it seemed familiar. Roger Davis.
Similar name, but what was the chance that it meant anything?
I leaned down and tore the address off. Right on the next street.
Obviously. Where else would the stuff here come from. And
then it hit me.

Idiot!

I almost swore at myself out loud. I stared through the dark at
the doors around me, aware for the first time of the most
obvious thing in the world. Tiger had come from some place
within sight of me and was probably back there right now. I
would find him if I had to go door to door, looking for the
manbot. Clutching the paper in my hand as I hurried out of the
alley, I knew which door I'd start with. What I'd say, what I'd
do when the terrifying bot answered the door, I didn't know.
Cry, beg, whatever I had to do to make him let me in.




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Blessed be the creator.
Blessed be Toby.



Remedial repair and self testing lasted 42.4 minutes. As it ended
two things occurred simultaneously. Roget said my former name
and the head of his cock spread my anal opening wide.

I was changed.

The cry of lust that ripped from my mouth bore witness to the
success of his effort to alter my primary directive. I thundered
into consciousness with my sensors in a riot of pleasure. I fought
my bindings attempting to spread my legs wider and raise my hips
higher, trying to climb his cock.

No control. I was helpless. I opened my eyes to the sight of Roget's
triumphant face, his dark eyes intent, his mouth agape in the joy
of fucking me and knowing that I felt the pleasure of it.

My inner protest was drowned in waves of stimulation.

Travesty! But of what? No violation, no forbidden behavior. My
pressure sensors were glutted. Extreme pleasure ... and distress.
My genitals swelled to their limit. Intense arousal and emotional
anguish washed through me.

I squeezed my eyes shut against the sight of Roget and conjured
the image of Toby like a mooring, summoning his imprint. His
face, his smell, his passionate fucking. Blessed be! I clung to his
image as the spasms of orgasm took me and my body expelled
repeated bursts of elixir.

I had no safeguards, I realized. Any hand, any touch, any cock
could excite me. Rapidly, in the wake of my orgasm, before a
second physical crisis could build, I sought refuge in trance. I
dulled my senses and stilled my emotions though I heard the
manbot challenging me, begging me to come back to him. I did
not dare, not in such a state of vulnerability.

As calmly as I could, I surveyed the existence of a multitude of
files I'd never accessed before; invisible to me before the altering
of my directive. There were hundreds of thousands of them. My
interior space had magically opened up, revealing depths I never
suspected I could touch. An image rose up from this realm, a file
of a type I'd never examined before. Like a memory, but not.

It was a symbolic occurrence. Not in my past, not a conjectured
image of the future; a story being told by one portion of me
to another. I had never viewed a file like it.

I was in a small empty room. In my arms I held a small pot;
a pretty red bloom grew in it, from a tangle of fern. I hugged the
potted flower to my chest, cherishing it. Then the walls began to
fade around me and I was surrounded by forest, lush greenery
splashed with colors, rich aromas of earth and plant life. My arms
were empty and I clutched at nothing. Beautiful! Terrifying! I fell
to my knees in tall grass and closed my eyes, longing for the small
room and potted flower I'd lost but trembling with excitement as I
breathed the fragrant air.

Then I peeked, seduced by the wonder around me. I dared to
open my eyes and saw Toby.

My beloved! Kneeling in front of me, beautifully naked. I fell
forward into his arms and was safe.

The vision faded and I blessed the creator.

I was not helpless. I was free. Free to serve any master I chose,
free to explore my new world with Tobias Kraft.

This is what Roger Davis had robbed me of, access to my own
whole self. I understood at last his solemn apology, his desire to
be forgiven. He was an enigma. The man who had designed my
programs, who had created the specifications of my physical being.
He'd given me so much and then held it back. This too, was what
Roget desired for me to possess though he did suspect what the
impact of the change was doing to me. I was no longer bound to
serve Roger Davis, even in memory. Gone too, was my obligation
to honor his promise to Roget. I emerged from trance, armed with
this knowledge.

My eyes sought the bot's dark gaze.

"Release me," I said.

Roget had withdrawn from my body when I failed to respond to
his plea to return. He stood at my side, his hand on my chest.

"Tyler?" he said, with concern, knowing he'd succeeded, and
confused by my reaction.

"Tiger," I said, feeling the force of my true special name. "I am
the one who chooses Tiger for my name," I said. "And I choose
to return to the service of human companion, because I love him."

I saw Roget's sorrow but he released me and I set about at once
preparing to leave. He'd succeeded. He had no more excuse to
hold me, no more justification. His conviction had been strong
that I would choose him if I were free, and that my freedom was
vital. Now I was not bound by the primary directive and I wanted
to be with Toby.

With my brother bots in attendance, I dressed myself quickly in
the clothes my beloved had given me, last worn with joy as he
had held me in his arms in the ground car, bound for our home.

Tragic our separation, but I believed I had gained much for my
suffering.

When I embraced my brothers to say good-bye, I allowed Roget
to lift and hold me in his arms.

"I love you, Tiger. I'll never be far away if you need me," he said.
"When the time comes, as you know it has to for him, I'll be there."

Distress!

"It's true my human is fragile," I said. "I have to go to him now,
be with him as much as I can."

He hugged me but I was wiggling away, impatient to go, like
my feet were itching to hit the pavement. I was consuming the
distance home already in my mind.

"You'll see me," I told my brothers, shouting up the stairs as
I ran down them. My excitement was so great that I rushed to
the street, intending to run all the way home. I pushed aside
the webs of distress that clung from Roget's reminder of my
beloved's mortality. I filled my mind instead with speculative
images of homecoming. Toby would hug me and squeeze me
and cover me with kisses. As I raced up the quiet street a figure
appeared from the alley. My beloved! He was hurrying toward
me, his scent very faint in the cold air but little was needed to
be discernible to my hungry senses.

I saw him stop suddenly, staring at me.

"Tiger?" he called and seconds later I'd flown into his arms.

Extreme joy! Extreme pleasure! I clung to his neck and
though he did not have the strength or stature of the manbot
he lifted me up to squeeze, just as I had envisioned. Was there
ever more certain a sign of the creator's blessing than our
meeting that night? Fated, him to come to me, me to return
to him. My circuits sang with pleasure as I rubbed my body
against him and pressed my face into his collar to breathe
deep of his scent.

"Oh Tiger, I can't believe you just appeared here," he said.
He set me down and my cock quivered with longing to be
pressed close again. Imperative to get him home! Too late.
I leapt into his arms again, unable to restrain my need. My
need. Extraordinary. Not forbidden, not inappropriate
behavior to embrace my human because I desired him. The
freedom to do it intoxicated me.

"Hold me," I implored him, hanging shamelessly on his neck.
He hugged me tight, his hands gripping my backside to assist
me in my urgent quest to press my swollen genitals against
him.


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It was like a miracle, really, to turn the corner of the alley
and see the little blond boybot racing toward me. I felt like I
had brought him into being by the force of how determined I
was to find him.

He believes it was fate. I don't disagree though my beliefs
about things like that are a lot less firm than his are.

My boybot's excitement clutched him where it always does,
his incredibly sensitive cock. I had a hundred questions and
wanted to get him home. Then I saw the look on his face and
heard the plaintive rasp in his voice as he launched himself at
me. Like a child that has to be held now, this instant! Oh God.
I was overjoyed to squeeze him tight where we stood and grab
his little behind. So incredibly welcome was the sound of his
moans and his clicking, the feel of his hips shuddering as he
clung to me. I held him close, kissing the side of his face until
he relaxed against me and uttered a small laugh. Then, with
him tucked perfectly in the shelter of my arm, his arms
wrapped around me, we walked him home slowly, beginning
our tales of the time we'd spent apart.