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Work has been starting to escalate for the past month. Being a robot mechanic seems to bring business in waves instead of a consistent flow of clientele. After seeing almost everyone you know turn to robots for entertainment as technology grows and expands, you decided to become a mechanic years ago. You hoped being a mechanic would make you seem more valuable as a friend, but currently, none of them seem to take interest anymore. Friends, family, almost everyone you know seemed to have started to ignore their fellow loved ones in turn for their new robot companions. The business seemed to be booming in popularity just a year ago, but something’s been occurring lately.

While the level of independence and logic in these bots have been improving, many have started to hear reports of robot retaliation. Some sort of robot revolution seems to be taking place, many blaming a widespread virus of sorts gaining control of them. Whatever the case, you’ve started receiving another wave of orders. Many just want to assure their bot has the most up-to-date BIOS, as that’s what is believed to be the source of the security vulnerability. Others want to just trade in their bots as scrap to avoid the problem altogether. Yet, there seems to be a few oddballs in the orders, mainly for three of them that seem to have been made for the exact same thing, for the exact same model; a human-sized baby monitor. “Corruption/Interference in the personality sector” is noted in all three, and since you never worked on this model before, you decided to request the client for an in-house repair.

The request was accepted immediately.

Arriving in the next two days was a 5 foot baby monitor, its orange painted shell being a different tone than in the photo you received with the order, but it didn’t really matter to you. After wheeling it in with the rusty dolly you kept in the back of the shop, you took a quick glance at it. A multi-piece design connected mainly by ball joints allowed the limbs to possess a wider range of movement than normal robots as you lifted each one. A digital screen as a face and advanced radio signal sensors placed as ears made up its head as you searched for its auxiliary port. A plastic, removable back plate reveals a matte finish in contrast to the glossy finish of the other shell pieces as you connect to its only USB 2.1 port, a rare sight in today’s day in age. K-VRC is its name, as displayed on its screen at first boot. Unfortunately, this doesn’t seem to be the virus that’s been going around. The General Opti-BIOS patch that you found to work on other bots doesn’t seem to be working on this one, made apparent by the authorization failure notification. Moreover, you couldn’t locate its main storage partition for analysis, meaning you had to actually turn the bot on entirely and tell it to grant you access. You hold down the small button under the inner casing of its head to turn it on…

Your computer shuts off with a pop, as if it just fried itself.

It’s the last thing you can process for a while.

To greet your rise from a sudden period of slumber is foreign pressure around your wrist and ankles along with the soft, not-so-new cushion of your mattress. You look around to just barely manage a slight glimpse at the rubber belt tied around your wrist, similar to the ones tied around your ankles, but not as thick. Your bedroom seems to be more empty than usual and nothing electronic is currently operating, a stark contrast to your normal bedtime routine. Almost everything you noticed set of red flags in your mind, but the looming threat of not knowing what the fuck just happened starts driving a minor surge of adrenaline through your body.

“It was pretty obvious, you know…”

That moderately high-pitched masculine voice is coming from right outside your bedroom door, seeming to approach it. “...how quickly I accepted the in-house repair…” he continues as opens the door. “...the failed BIOS patch, even the repeated order I sent in. You should have been noticed that something was wrong.” The orange bot from what you remember earlier, K-VRC, is now in view, having just walked in. He proceeds to walk closer to the bed and pull himself on top of it. “You...even believed the baby monitor thing, like come onnn dude, (x_x).” He’s standing up on the bed now, noticeably short enough to not hit your hi-flow fan as you look slightly above his head. “What, you think I’m short or something…” he yelled. Slowly, he walked to stand next to your head, just barely in your field of view. As you shake your head to reassure him, he sneers.

“You know, I was planning to just take you as soon as I stunned you, but you proved quite interesting.” He walks onto your lower torso, surprisingly painless. You figure you didn’t need to use that dolly earlier. “While I blocked you from looking through my hard drive, I looked through yours.” At this point, he’s standing on your rib cage, staring… or rather facing you screen to face. “I was able to see all of those little things you had. (¬‿¬)” That facial emoji along made you worried about your imminent future. “Trust me, I know you want this…” he says as he lifts one of his legs upwards, leaving the smooth rubber stub he uses as feet visible. Immediately, he slams it down on your mouth, causing a little bit of pain in the process. “...now lick!”

Though you feel absolute horror in those words, temptation seems to try and edge you on, as you definitely knew what he saw on that computer of yours. Those pictures of what most would label as oddly specific. Pictures and short clips of robots using their designated “feet” of sorts. From small pegs and rubber cushions to some more human-like, you kept almost half of your external hard drive full with them. While avoiding the humiliation as calling it all potential design ideas, this bot on you seems to be more clever than most. “Don’t think I can’t hurt you…” he states as he charges up his stun bar on his left hand. The simple dark-colored bar made it easy to see multiple arcs of electricity form along it. “...now…” as he pauses and shifts his weight onto the small foot he has on your mouth. “...LICK! (◣_◢)”. Through both fear and temptation, you decide to give in, opening your mouth as he moves his foot around. His stub of a foot can actually fit in your mouth entirely, as discovered when it slipped into your mouth due to the dried oil on it, but the surrounding shell piece cannot. You can see your own reflection on the top of the orange painted metal shell. “Gooood boy… ( Ո‿Ո).” You notice the deceitful smile of his current emoticon on his display taunting you, yet you slowly find joy in his actions.

The taste of the dried oil has started to become noticeable as you continue to run your tongue along the flat bottom of his foot, yet you don’t find it repulsive at this point. Your mind, currently filling itself with past thoughts of fantasies and ideas, can’t seem to find a reason to stop what you're currently doing, actually pushing you to do even more. Escaping the ring formed around his foot, you push your tongue through the corner of your mouth and start licking his shell. “Oh (o_O) …, (◕‿◕) starting to like this, huh.” he teased. “Good, you can just… clean my feet then. I won’t take you with me.” After what you could only assume to be around five minutes at best, you seemingly find yourself in absolute bliss as you worship his foot, almost savoring the taste of it, and it’s quite noticeable. “(・_・;) You know I have another foot, right…” he states. You don’t care. His feet are the only thing that occupies your mind at this point, not even the issue that you left your shop wide open for thieves can deter you from cleaning and worshiping that foot of his. “I could….. make this a recurring visit type thing… if you want?” That seems to get a response out of you, slowing down your pace of ...what can only be described as rimming the outer seal of his foot, as everything else is only covered in your saliva, almost enough to jam one of the bearings in it.

What can only be known as a long stretch of time for the both of you, almost two hours have passed, and you managed to finish the other foot. Now both are close to dripping with your saliva as they attempt to recalibrate from how much you moved them around. “...think I used a little too much… holy fuck.” he whispers to himself. Turns out all of that oil on his feet wasn’t just normal oil. There’s a specific compound that reduces the mental capacity of a human when consumed, and he placed a dry patch of it on the bottom of his foot, which fell into your mouth without you even knowing. Sadly, … or actually lucky of you, it wasn’t noticeable until it was too late. “Well, at least I have a little pet to play with…” he says. You can only think of him at this point, struggling to even find responses to his words. Work, friends, clients, all of it seems to be missing from your mind, irretrievable in your memory. K-VRC, the short, orange bot, has completely overtaken and enveloped your mind, with nothing there to avert your attention. All you can think of is him, similar to a master in your mind. One you can never think of betraying, nor even displeasing at any point. He owns you. Your mind, body, life, soul, all his, and you can’t think of any other way to live. You’re just… his. You’re here to serve him… to…..please him…...to….t-……..

“How about you be a good boy and clean my hands for me…”

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The rubber straps around your ankles that started to grow familiar to you have just been removed, and it seems that the ones around your wrist will follow suit. K-VRC (K) gives you a glance before speaking. He starts, "You don't plan to leave me, do you (・_・)?” A higher tone than normal indicating that to be a legitimate question. You can only shake your head as he unties the rubber straps around your wrist, yet leaving them tied to your bed’s headboard. Red marks are quite clearly visible as you feel a small bit of relief. “Good! (*＾＾*)” Pulling and stretching your limbs a little, K seems to be a bit concerned about you for a second. A strange “(⁰﹏ ⁰)” appears on his screen as you continue to move around. Turns out, he isn’t used to being around humans, so hearing the multitude of pops and cracks from your body after stretching throws some of his systems into disarray. “Is this normal for humans… (๑•﹏•)” he says in a soft tone, looking away from you for a second. You give a nod to him, and you can just see his body seem to release some tension, joints seeming a little looser than earlier. “...(＾ｖ＾）okay then…” as his voice falls back to a normal tone.

“How about you be a good boy and clean my hands for me…” he spoke, filling the silent room in your shop with a little sound. You rise from bed for the first time since what feels like forever, raising a small alert for K. Reaching out and grabbing his hand doesn’t particularly help either. K doesn’t seem as much of a freight as earlier, almost acting scared of you. Holding his hand, you can see how the entire mechanism works. Every individual pulley system, each bearing in his 1.5 inch fingers, every socket joint connecting them to a steel square plate covering the inner workings of his palm, even the additional two seals around the point between the wrist mechanism and the outer shell of his arm; they all grow familiar to you as your hands run across them. “(・ _・)” is the expression you see on his screen as you run your tongue across the main plate of his palm for the first time, instantly recognizing the taste of oil, yet this definitely feels different. This oil seems to run freely around instead of sticking to him, rolling down your tongue quite quickly. A strange taste of sugar and acid is the best comparison you can make as it continues to flow into your mouth, a small amount reaching the underside of your tongue while you lick the remaining substance from his palm. “ (´ཀ` )” He indicates as you stare and begin to move on the base of his thumb. Smooth joints and bearing seem to include safety stops as it pauses every time you pull his finger downwards.

K, this entire time, has been pulling back on his arm as you pull it close to reach his hand. He seems to start relaxing that applied torque as you continue to move up his thumb. “(◡‿◡)”, he displays. “It’s called a cat right?” You have to take a pause as he asks. “You’re performing like a cat, right…” he restates. “ ...like, the licking and stuff?” A little mental debate and you nod to agree with him, only just thinking about it. After all, all you’re here to do is to serve him. You're here to please K and give yourself to… his parts. You're here to help him… however you...can…. You can’t thin-...think of anyth-ing else...right? You have to...just...ser….

K is able to just watch how your mind fogs over. He can see how your body seems to almost fall apart from how relaxed your limbs are. Facial features losing their tension as you continue to lazily lick at the top of his thumb, close to where a fingernail would be on a finger. Then, he decides to pull that finger away from you, laughing to himself as you sit there on the edge of your bed, seemingly entranced in him, waiting for his next command. “Hold on...what would you do if I…(￣、￣ ). He decides to push his index finger in your mouth to see your reaction, his relatively cold metal caps on his fingers penetrating the weak seal of your lips . Sucking the entire finger into your mouth was not the first result he theorized, but that's definitely what you performed. “O_o...Wow. ...someone’s eager...( •̀  •́ ).” Luckily not too long, you can’t seem to stop yourself from completely devouring his finger, leaving the minimum amount of oil left. “Good boy.. ¬‿¬” he said, seemingly boosting your desire to serve him and complete his requested task. You can feel loads of old oil and lubricants moisten and drip onto the tip of your tongue, waiting to follow the rest of the path. “You’re not having any… other thoughts, are you...(´ 〜｀*)?” You can’t even think or a response to him speaking, let alone answering his question. Of course you’re not having any other thoughts, no matter how suggestive your current actions are. Even doing down on a finger won’t change your current thought process; just K. He’s the only thing you can think about, with his cute faces and his wonderful taste. There’s no way you can… think of...anything. He’s… the o-only...thin-g….

You can’t even find words to express yourself anymore.

“Can you even understand me right now?"

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“Surprised I haven’t shorted something by now…” K says. The wonderful, truly magnificent little orange robot you took in performs a quick system check as you bring yourself back to reality. “...with all of this saliva of yours. (ˉ ˘ ˉ)” Continuing from his previous point, you just finished with his other hand, leaving a dripping mess from that piece of mechanical engineering, leaving your comforter to absorb the mess as it falls from his hands. As you notice that your tongue is now coated in thick oil and is mixing in with your saliva, he’s finally decided to move off the bed for once. “ > w < How about we get a little more comfortable…” he whines. After sliding his shell casing across the bed to jump off the end, landing in those amazing little stubs you so easily recognize and putting on a bit of a sly expression. “...(`∇´) comfortable for me!” he chirps up, pointing at the floor in front of him as he turns to you.

Of course, this is an easy indicator to understand. He wants you at the absolute bottom, the absolute lowest point you can go to him, forcing you to worship him from below, always having to look up to him. It should be painfully obvious that you should never be above him. To find the purpose of your existence, you need to be at the lowest point to him, being able to spot any leftover spec or spot of oil left on him. You absolutely love him for it, teaching you what you're here for. No more family issues, customers, bot updates, anything. The wonderful bot in front of you has given you a purpose, one for the only person he wishes to have, the one that he will see the most, the one he knows can serve him the best. You’re his little pet. Yeah, that's it. You’re a small, insignificant pet of his. He owns you, and you’d better be thankful he does.

He’s become progressively angry as you just sit in thought.

“You gonna come down here or what. (◣_◢)” You’ve just been staring at the ground for a while now, wasting valuable time not serving him. As you move yourself around from what seems like days of lying down on your bed, you finally make it on the carpet floor of your bedroom. First shifting your legs over the edge, pulling your center of gravity towards the edge along with it. Arms follow, grabbing the nightstand close by while your back gives a few pops from stretching. Finally, you pull yourself past the edge and almost fall to the floor, landing on your hands and knees facing away from K. Fixing yourself quickly, you turn and straighten out your back, left to kneel before the orange bot. “ (￣^￣) Finally…” you hear from above you, just slightly above your head. You can recognize that your previous actions have made him a little upset, directly against your purpose as a being. You’ve failed to accomplish your goal. You’ve displeased him, and you need a way to pay back for that double. “What were you doing anyway. (._.)” He continues to talk as you begin to move down, lowering and arching your back again while your vision descends down that mind-bending beauty of mechanical and technological advancement he claims as a body. “..just staring at the floor? Like, what was your ….” He has to take a pause as you find yourself at the perfect point to pay him back, a sure-fire way to induce more than enough satisfaction than what you delayed. A signature “tongue bath” here would definitely remove any amount of displeasure you caused for him. “Wh-what are you doing...(ó﹏ò). H-hey….what are you…”

“Mmmph...O-oh...god…” you can hear him whine as you press your tongue hard against him. The spot; his smooth, null crotch. The unusually warm, thin piece of shaped aluminum covering what you can only assume to be his power generator. “...y-you d-don’t need to...Haah…” he whimpers out from the unseen speaker he has. You didn’t know he actually felt anything there until you started, ready to perform this as a symbolic form of apology...but seeing this reaction...you know you’re gonna be here a while. You can feel a small groove under the flexible piece of metal, feeling out a gap between two mechanisms formed directly in the middle of his crotch. Figuring that the odds of this feeling good were favorable, you gave it a few licks, applying enough pressure to make the metal bend into the slit of sorts.

“...(♡△♡) A-a-ahhmmn...Nnnf...f-fuck…” he moaned out loud, allowing those pleasing results to be heard by you, reassuring the hypothesis you have about this particular spot. He begins to tilt his head up as you begin to wonder in your mind a little. You’re definitely going to make some “additional hardware” for him to use and completely abuse you with later on. While this goes on for about a minute more, you can feel a bit of dampness fall around your head, seemingly out of nowhere. As you begin to pull your own head back a little, noticing the small dent in the metal plate start to smoothen back out, you can see….steam? A small flow of steam can be seen emanating from where you just had your tongue. The pause of your actions gains the attention of the receiving bot, watching him look down again. “O-oh…” he begins, having to take frequent intakes of air as he speaks, meaning he has to stop talking in order to form a vacuum of air to enter his system. “ (*´ｰ`*) That’s….my coolin-g for... my generator. It’s… heat… goes through...th-” as he starts explaining, you’ve already figured out it was fine, burying your head between those orange-painted thighs again.

“Ahh! O-Oooooh god...g-good…boy…” he manages to stutter out of his speaker as that tongue of yours continues its usual antics. His head immediately shoots back upwards as you continue, unable to keep himself under control as multiple lines of pixels flash on and off on his face. The steam seems to start making you sweat a little as well, realizing this as you feel some of the steam particles join it and condense on your face, quickly bonding with the already present droplets and making them heavy enough to fall from your face. The thin plate forms the same dent from before along the slit between what you now know is the mechanism that works his thighs. He closes them around your head, pushing your tongue deeper into the covered space.

“(¯﹃¯) D-d...don’t st-stop…”