Coin Lands Tail

“Tails. You’re in charge.” Mya said, showing Gadget the coin that rested on her hand.

“For now. How about we swap every… two hours or so?” Gadget offered, extending her hand along with it.

Mya accepted both the deal and the hand with a nod and a grin. For as weird as the day had been; this was gonna make her feel better. Working with tools and gears always made her feel better. Some girls liked shopping, ice cream with movies and perfume; she really wanted to break the garage in with oil, metal and grease. And for as much as the mouse was... kinda her inverse when it came to mechanics, Gadget had a good head on her shoulders. The following tooling session should be pretty enjoyable, so long as she didn't task the pair with reinventing the wheel or something.

Gadget for her part was also hyped to get started. She had so many ideas she wanted to test out, with actual tools this time. The mouse was proud of her improvised tools and devices but having the real thing at her finger tips was a dream come true. Her mind was buzzing, running on all cylinders and she couldn’t wait to get going. And with reasonable help this time. Mya seemed gruff but she was probably a very by the book and numbers mechanic. Just the right kind of partner to help break in new toys. But Gadget needed to get a handle on her new size. After all, she really couldn’t use a roller skate and a fan to make a vehicle. That did lead her to an idea.

“Right so first, simple… hmmm.” Gadget told herself, as she looked over parts and supplies laid out around the workshop. She had to bend over a few times and missed the face Mya made during that motion. The human had to again wonder how this would count; was this basically ogling herself if Gadget's form was based off her own?

“I think we have enough parts for it.” The mouse announced as she put a bunch of parts into a table, which got Mya to refocus her attention, “We’re making a race car! Remote controlled that is.”

“Oh one of those? I thought we’d go bigger.” Mya said as she looked the parts over. Those weren’t as common in her area anymore but she did service a few of those toy/model drones. The kind you see in stores or mall kiosks. The kind that would snap if you looked at it too hard. "No wow factor, no secret function, no complete redesign?"

“Well I may try to make it climb up walls if that’s what you want..,” The mouse said, holding up some rubber spikes.

Mya regretted asking but work was… interesting. The process started off as normal planning, with Gadget grabbing some blueprints and paper sheets to draw on. The mouse wanted more than just an ‘RC car’, no what she wanted one that could shift from controller to manual. Basically she wanted to be able to drive it easily when shrinking back down to mouse size, and to have it remote controlled while big. This meant designing and making a small working cockpit which by itself should have been simple enough.

Every so often though, during the planning step or mid construction Gadget was there to go ‘What if?’ and added something new. Gadget quickly went through parts and tools, carefully selecting and moving through them to get the desired piece. It was amazing how the mouse got around, always moving with purpose but leaving behind a mess. Well an organized one mess, as the mouse seemed to know just what went into each pile. Gadget took the middle frame they had put together and took it apart and then added in suspenders into the gaps to better help with shocks. Those spikes from before went on the wheels for better grip over rough terrain. Gadget had voiced about wanting to put on metal spikes but knew a small battery engine wouldn’t be enough to power it. Gadget had just kept flowing around the workshop, like wind or water, molding the invention just how she wanted, within reason.

For her part, Mya just kept up as best she could. It bothered her about having no real fixed plan to draw on but.., it was amazing to see how freeform Gadget was. It was all very much in the moment changes but at the same time it wasn’t full insanity or a grand shift of design. And the mouse wasn’t one to fight tooth and nail over it. An idea was brought up, quickly theory crafted, and then incorporated or discarded. Mya just wasn’t used to how flexible some like Gadget was as others would have tried to push the idea forward at the cost of the whole process. Yet at the same time, every idea that came up, Gadget was clearly waving for another try, another project.

She tried to picture it in her head, and when doing so Mya was faced with a web of designs, inventions, and gadgets; ever expanding from each failed invention or idea. “Is this, how Gadget actually thinks all the time?” Mya thought as she quickly worked on the frame for the battery.

During the work, Gadget would just flow next to Mya and most the time just watched before moving on. Mya would only notice she the mouse brushed against her; looking over a shoulder or taking the mechanics hands in her own in order to show something of note. How a tool worked or fixing a design. Mya found a sense of comfort in Gadget’s close presence. She’d been put off from people showing here where she messed up but Gadget had a light touch, like s guiding hand. The level of trust the mouse had in Mya too helped; with the engineer stepping in only when absolutely necessary.

Mya was so lost in this flow of crafting she didn’t even realize that they had gone from RC cars to bikes, and slowly moving from those to the actual bikes. With her leading. The swap was pretty seamless, first asking how would the engine work with two wheels. After drawing up some new blueprints, and a few test models were made, Gadget want to get a look st the actual bikes for a better understanding.

To which Mya showed her, leading to a strange dance like state. Mya would bring Gadget over to disassemble and reassemble the bikes, leading to Gadget to bring Mya back to the blueprints and smaller versions. Only to pose a question about fittings, engine block, transmission; which led to the human pulling Gadget back to the bikes.

The packed food was dug into, during construction and examination. Neither wanted to stop, to the point both took bites of the other’s sandwich if it was closer. Gadget was glad to get some experience with the larger tools, while Mya…, she struggled to remember the last time she had this much fun in her work.

As the two tinkered, they began to care less and less about personal space as well. They would lean over each other for better look, squeeze together to help pull a part out, and Gadget had a cute habit of resting her head on Mya’s shoulder. Save for that last, which was kinda cute, it was just the effect of working in close proximity, on objects that were small or were in tight places. The brush against Gadget’s light fur sent **** shivers down Mya’s back, in a good way though.

Eventually though, this waltz of planning, tinkering , fixing was broken. The two had rolled under one of the motorcycles after raising it up, the pair laying on one of those garage rolling gurneys. Mya showed the mouse how to remove a part, Gadget laying with her back on top of Mya, the wrench slipped and hit Mya’s hand. Normally this wouldn’t have been a problem, as she had been smart enough to throw on gloves. But the hit jolted the bottle of grease she was holding. This sent the bottle flying out of Mya’s hand, and rained down the slick messy substance onto both of them.

“Agh really?! This is gonna be a pain to get out.” Gadget muttered, checking her arms that she used to block the grease, wiggling on top of Mya.

“Hey careful, this stop moving, this thing ain’t made for shimmying.” Mya muttered.

“You don’t get it, I gotta go wash up…, lemme just..” Gadget told the human, twisting and moving around. The gurney wasn’t made to handle to people on top of it moving like this. It started to groan and crack.

“Gadget you gotta calm down.. quit moving!”

By now Gadget had spun around so the two were front to front, their chests touching, and their thighs moving against each other as Gadget tried to move her legs to find leverage. Mya was trying to get her to stop hurrying, the gurney had a lock to stop it from rolling but the mouse wasn’t having it.

“Mya I use my own stuff back home so it’s easier to get out of fur, I leave this in I’ll have to wash for like a week to get it off.” Gadget said with an annoyed sigh behind it.

“Look I can understand that but given everything else, they probably have soap or cleaner for you.” Mya offered, speaking a little slow and **** to get the mouse’s attention, “Cupid’s been pretty good about this thus far. Just stop wiggling and lemme slide us out of here.”

“Sorry,” Gadget Came back her voice low and her face looking to the side, “I’m not big on appearances but…, more time cleaning is less time in the field or garage you know? Kinda annoying to walk around looking like a dirty rag.”

“I mean I think you look good regardless.” Mya blurted our before she realized what she said. The human’s eyes widening in realization.

“Gadget turned her face back to look Mya in the eye. A few strands of her hair covering an eye which shined even in this level of light. The greased has costed part of her check and there seemed to be a flush to her face. “Really?” She asked.

“Uhhhh, I mean.. yeah…” Mya muttered taking in the sight, “And if you wanted… I’d give you a hand cleaning up…, Your clothes I mean!” She attempted to correct herself, the human’s own face flushed.

“I uh… thank you for the off..” Gadget started.

Crack.

The realization took a few steps. First, the gurney has cracked at the wheels, sending the plank down to the ground. The fall was only a small one, about the size of a hand, but the unexpected shock and movement caused the next part. Gadget had lost her grip and fell, closing the distance between her and Mya. Which, given both were I the middle of talking, face to face, meant Gadget crashed her mouth against Mya’s.

The last realization, besides wondering if the universe ran on some weird Karma, was that it wasn’t the worst feeling ever. Of their lips against each other, the closeness of their bodies, how the two bounced off each other…; Was Cupid actually right?

Gadget didn’t know how to respond. She’d been kissed before, small pecks and smooches. And this was just an accident. So why…, why was her body responding to it. Had to be from all the adrenaline, and shared heat, right? But the whole time working with Mya, Gadget felt… a connection. She had attributed it to working with a mechanic rather than someone like the guys who would help but needed to be shown how to do it. She didn’t with Mya, to the point Gadget trusted her. Was there really something more?

Mya was also processing. Gadget had been fun to be around thus far, and…, she was pretty cute. But she absolutely knew her way around mechanics and parts, and had shown a good amount of trust in her. Just working alongside her, Mya had for lack of a better description, had let her guard down. The more she worked with Gadget, the more she had been growing to like her presence. The way she moved, thought, laughed…, was she really what Cupid thought she needed?

Without a word, the two separated. Mya dragged the two out from under the bike, they separated, pulling themselves into sitting or kneeling positions.

Gadget flushed, her eyes sparkling, a shoulder strap of her overalls off for the side, chest heaving with each breath.

Mya embarrassed, running her tongue over her lips, her own jumpsuit half removed from heat, external and internal.

The two wearing matching globe of dirt, grime and grease.

Should they get Clean (Gadget Path)

Or should they get Dirtier(Mya Path)

(Author note - Oh both paths lead to sex just where and maybe how much each one is in charge.)