Related to an earlier short story I wrote, the intrepid cheetah duo continues their adventures in sharing a single functional space suit - Mish inside Trey's stomach is both poring through the details of the next task and hurrying him with strategic poking as they're on a schedule and he's not making much progress. =P

If you wonder where his forelegs went, look between the lower cyborg arm and the wall - he's trying to get some leverage so they are hard to see.

The cheetahs and everything inspired when my fascination with my old scifi feral setting was rekindled. :3

Art by Glitch