Serve Humanity

Kalinka manipulates Mega Man's programming to be able to worship his boyishly pretty feet.

Whereas Doctor Light’s lab was full of whirring gadgets and endless chatter, Doctor Cossack’s was quiet. When Rock arrived, Kalinka greeted him by taking both his hands into her own, her smile bright.

Rock blushed. Being loaned out always left him feeling slightly displaced, like a specialised tool rather than a houseguest. I’m still a person, he reminded himself. He was a person, just one who happened to be stronger than the average person.

For two hours they worked in the basement of the facility, full of crates. While Kalinka meticulously counted each item in a box, Rock’s eyes would sweep over an entire crate in a single pass.

“Sixty-five P-Chips accounted for, Kalinka,” he reported with a cutesy grin.

Kalinka chuckled, recording it into her electronic pad. “You’re incredible, Rock. My brain just melts into puddles trying to count all this.”

Rock spun on his heels. “That’s just my work mode. Most of the time, I’m just Rock.”

Her gaze dropped from his soft face all the way to his legs. “I’ve noticed.”

The basement air did little to warm them, so both wore thick layers. With each heavy crate he lifted, the sound of his boots echoed with a solid thump. She watched in awe as he wiped his brow from all the sweat. The sight made her heart flutter. Closing the distance between them under the guise of checking a crate number, she let her crotch brush against his backside. He stopped instantly, turning to find her smiling at him.

“Rock,” she began, her smile widening. “I think a break is in order, don’t you?”

“We can finish the last few rows here.” He reached for her pad. “It’ll be faster than pausing.”

She snatched it. “Even robots need to recharge. Besides, I’m tired. Twenty minutes?”

He let out a sigh, but his mouth twitched into a reluctant smile. “Twenty minutes, Kalinka.”

She led him to a recessed alcove, gesturing for them to sit against a steel wall. Plopping beside him, she peeled off one of her silk gloves, her gaze lingering on his hand. Slowly she reached out and took it.

“Your hand is warm,” she noted. She then squeezed it, gasping when she heard the slick sound of water. “Very warm.”

“Sweat producers. They stop us from overheating, just like you.” He seemed almost embarrassed. “Leave me or Roll out on the beach for an hour, and we’ll leave a sweat trail greater than any human. Though she’ll deny it until she’s out of commission. It’s not ladylike to be gross, after all.”

Kalinka snickered. “The definition of ‘ladylike’ can be highly flexible, I find.”

Her gaze intensified. He could her the distinct catch in her breath, and her lips parted slightly. Her ungloved hand, which had been resting on his thigh, began a slow journey over his winter boot.

“Kalinka?” he asked, his voice a little startled. “Are you alright?”

“I don’t know. But you can help me find out,” she lightly moaned. “Remind me, Rock: what is your primary function?”

Rock’s body stiffened. “To serve humanity. To protect all humans from harm. To obey all commands from humans, so long as they do not conflict with the prior directives.” He shuddered. “Ugh, I hate that monotone speech. Doctor Light has some odd design quirks.”

“Design quirks can be useful,” Kalinka purred, moving her hand from his boot to the back of his head. “I have a command for you. Take off your boots.”

“Huh?”

“Wouldn’t it feel so much better if you let your feet breathe?”

“I don’t think…” He froze. The command was harmless. It caused no physical pain to humans.

With a series of clicks, the heavy boots came loose. He slid one off, then the other. Kalinka held her breath.

As his toes, pale and perfect, unfurled from their confinement, a sharp gasp escaped her lips. They were flawless, from the curvy arches to the neatly trimmed toenails. Her other glove came off. As if handling a priceless artefact, she knelt and took his foot in her hands. She ran a thumb along the arch, feeling the contrast between her skin and the slick coolant covering his sole.

Rock’s leg jolted. “They’re just feet,” he mumbled, his cheeks warming up.

“To you, perhaps,” she countered. Leaning in, her breath clouded the surface of his sole. She inhaled deeply. A wide smile stretched across her lips. “Oh my goodness… A faint, briny tang. Like sea salt with a dash of vinegar.”

“Gah! That tickles!” he yelped, trying to pull back. But his programming held him in place.

Kalinka gave them another slow, deliberate sniff, sweeping her nose along the padding of his toes. The new pressure sent a tingle up Rock’s leg. But before he could move it, her hand wrapped firmly around his foot.

“Who’s in charge?” Her fingers started to move faster, going from fondling his feet to deliberately tickling them. She used her nails to skate across his soles. In seconds she turned to probing the velvety spaces between his toes, eliciting another loud shriek from Rock, this time accompanied by a giggle.

Scratching his feet as she sniffed only heightened Rock’s sensitivity. So she alternated. Scratch, sniff, scratch, sniff…

“Stop it!” He gritted his teeth, his main processor scrambling to process this overload of sensation. “You’re gonna kill me!”

“I won’t.” She dragged a fingertip along his arch, wriggling it delicately. His toes curled tight enough to where she heard them pop, and his breath came out in spastic bursts. Once they could curl no more, she snuck her pinkie finger right under Rock’s right pinkie toe. “Tickle, tickle, tickle…”

“Gah!” He burst out in laughter, tears starting to leak. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, you’re doing everything right,” she chuckled, shoving her nose between his toes and snorting. One, two, three… She pulled back and moaned. “You’re serving me perfectly, Rock.”

Before he could respond, she lowered her head and gently closed her lips around his big toe. His system flared, yet his body remained still.

A soft heat covered him as her tongue began its exploration. She dragged it up one side of the toe and down the other, her eyes never leaving his. Rock’s fingers searched for anything to hold onto.

“Kalinka…”

“Salty,” she moaned. Her tongue swirled over his other toes. With each involuntary flex, she took advantage by darting her tongue into the gaps. A blush crept up her neck as her body reacted to the combination of the smell and the taste. Her fingers danced along the arch just to feel the toes wiggle faster.

Rock shuddered. It felt as if a grubby worm was slithering between each and every one of his toes. Yet whenever he looked ahead, it was merely Kalinka sampling his digits like ten sweet lollipops. She started to lap them as if she could make them melt in her mouth.

“You like my feet?” Rock struggled to ask.

“I do,” she moaned, groping them by the heels. “Every time I’m thinking of you, I can’t go without thinking of your feet. It’s incredible to know they’re just as beautiful as I imagined.”

“An interest in feet… That doesn’t sound like typical human behaviour.”

“Which is why it has to be our secret.” She kissed his big toe. “Promise me, Rock. If everyone knows about this, I’ll be hurt really bad.”

Rock’s neck twitched. “This event will never be mentioned to anybody.”

“Good boy,” she panted. She wiped sweat from her brow, desperate for fresh air. But not for too long. She turned to Rock with a seductive grin. “Tell me how stinky your feet are.”

Confused, Rock brought his foot up to his nose and took a long sniff. Kalinka’s jaw dropped. “Yuck! It smells like garbage!”

Those words caused a small trickle of juice to stain Kalinka’s panties.

“Do that again,” she whimpered, fiddling with her layers. “Smell your feet, Rock!”

The intense sniffs from the boy were like music to her ears. She removed her pants, beginning to rub furiously around her wettened groin. Her black panties hit the floor within the minute. As she saw Rock smell the bottoms of his feet with a grimace, her lips trembled. She dropped back onto her knees and crawled to him, smelling his right foot along with him.

“Oh yeah, that’s it,” she moaned, rubbing her nostrils against the ball of the foot. Her nose bumped into Rock’s multiple times, and even their lips met once. Before pulling back, Kalinka stuck her tongue in his mouth.

Rock gasped, his toes curling tightly. Kalinka continued the kiss for five seconds before pulling back, licking her lips and swallowing with satisfaction. “I want to change the position.”

This new position continued to have Rock sat against the wall. But Kalinka was now directly across from him. Her limbs were spread like a starfish. She scooted closer until she could feel the heel of Rock’s foot against her dripping cunt. As both slimy surfaces kissed, she threw her head back.

“My goodness,” she sighed. She leaned forward to give both feet another thorough licking. From heel to toe, she coated them in her spit. And yet, despite the fact she’d licked his feet long enough to where her taste buds were feet-flavoured, his sweat was thick enough to persist through the saliva. It tasted divine, and it would give her the perfect lubrication. She sucked on the toes one last time, eating all the salt, before leaning back fully. “Make me cum.”

“But you’re already here,” Rock said bluntly.

Kalinka giggled. “Oh, I’m not quite here yet. Just rub your feet all over me, Rock. I wanna feel your toes curling inside me again. You’re such a great helper…”

He felt activated. “I’m doing it, Kalinka!”

“Oh…” Kalinka’s moans grew louder. Her face crinkled when the ball of Rock’s left foot applied pressure to her groin. His toes scrunched on her slit before they made the first attempt to go inside. She trembled with each little movement of his big toe; it went far enough to fit at least three toes inside, where they did a small dance. She slammed the floor repeatedly, trying to grasp for anything.

When the toes slipped out, they rested like a brand on her throbbing clit.

“Yes!” She pulled her hair. “Rub your toes all over my clit, Rock!”

“Harder?” he asked, tightening the pressure.

“A little bit…” Her eyes shut tightly. “Holy… Rock! You’re using your whole foot!” She hadn’t even realised she’d described the entire action. It sent her on cloud nine feeling every wet wrinkle of Rock’s foot vibrate against her pussy. It was a bumpy yet satisfying massage. As she caught her breath, she started to squeeze her own breasts.

Rock’s face was as red as Kalinka’s. He now used his right foot to rub her pussy, spreading the lips open with his toes. He stuck his big toe inside alone, wriggling it in the warmth. He finally started to smile.

“How good do my stinky toes feel, Kalinka?” he asked, this time more confident.

“I’m gonna reach my limits if you keep talking like that,” she giggled.

“You know, sometimes Roll and I have had little foot-smelling contests here and there.” He narrated slowly as his sole rested on her slit. His toes tapped her between every sentence. “Hers smell pretty noxious, whether she wants to admit it or not. Mine, though? If you saw her face after having her nose in there for five seconds, you’d think she was dead. That’s how pungent they are.”

Kalinka’s breath hitched.

“I don’t shower immediately,” he snickered, bringing his right foot to Kalinka’s chest. From her perspective it appeared gigantic. “I just walk around home with my super smelly feet stinking up the place. Wouldn’t you like to visit someday? Maybe sleep at them and lick the stench off? Get all the sweat from between my warm feet?”

His left foot resumed its assault on her clit. Her moan hit a high note as one tingle after another coursed through her body. Desperate for more, she lunged forward and buried her face in his greasy toes, sniffing fiercely. The boyish musk flooded her senses, burning her lungs with its intensity.

“Sniff them louder,” Rock panted, getting closer. He pinched her nose between his big and second toe. “Don’t you love my feet, Kalinka?”

“I love them!” Kalinka took four sniffs, each varied in length. The forth one was so long that her lungs were filled with nothing but foot funk. “Rock… Your feet… I’m gonna…”

Rock’s big toe plunged into Kalinka’s mouth. Then his second toe followed, crunching against her teeth before she forced them open wider. The pressure built in her jaw as the other toes pushed past her thin lips. His entire foot nestled itself deeply into her mouth. Her gag reflex kicked in as the toes slid further into her mouth. The feel of his flexing digits against the back of her throat sent a shockwave of ecstasy through her body. Moaning, she sucked harder.

“Fuck!” she tried to yell, mouth still full of foot. Her body’s temperature reached a boiling point before an explosion took place inside. A gush of fluid squirted out of her pussy and onto Rock’s toes.

“Whoa!” Rock rubbed her with his heel until she grabbed him.

Her body throbbed. Her legs shook like jelly as she tried to stand. She ultimately collapsed into Rock, using the opportunity to simply hug him.

“That felt so good,” she breathed. “Thank you, Rock. Thank…”

And she saw the camera pointing directly at her from the ceiling. Her pupils shrunk.

“Don’t worry!” Rock, without thinking, jumped up and yanked the camera out of its hold. Its light shut off as it crashed to the ground. He giggled as he sauntered back to Kalinka, tapping her wet pussy. “Doctor Cossack saw nothing.”

“He’s gonna see me in trouble with that camera broken,” she noted. Yet her smile didn’t falter. “I love you.”

“That was a blast. But twenty minutes are up. We got an inventory to update.” Rock picked up the pad from the floor. “Note: we need a new camera.”

Kalinka pulled up her pants. Seeing Rock’s feet disappear into his boots made her sigh, but she’d never forget this special moment.

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Author’s Note:
This is a reward for one of the writing challenges in my server. Specifically Challenge #14: Pokéboy Appreciation Week. This reward is for whose story I liked the most, separate from the other three elected victors.

The funny thing is that I said the next Mega Man story I would do would feature Kalinka. That was all the way back in 2022, and that was an ‘if’ scenario. Three years later, from a competition, I find myself having to make it reality.