Gadget's Gadgets

Story by Jeeves on SoFurry

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Chip and Gadget have something in common. They both enjoy watching the other masturbate. :3


This story was written for Silvergatomon as part of my themed patreon request day for July. The theme this month was "In the Workshop". This story contains male and female masturbation involving consenting adults. :3

Gadget's Gadgets

Chip ran a hand down his chest, innocently scratching at the furred flesh beneath his bomber jacket. That was all he was doing. Just... scratching an itch, nothing more. The fact that he was watching what he was watching at the same time of course, that was entirely irrelevant. He peered into the illuminated, tennis ball sized half sphere before him, shuddering as he saw the images playing within it at an accelerated, fast-forward pace. It showed an image of the very room in which he now stood. Gadget's workshop. More to the point, it showed the mouse herself. Darting back and forth as the rapidly playing footage showed her hard at work. Diving under their truck with only her cute pink feet sticking out below it. Bent over the interior of a plane's engine with her pink tail and cute, coverall clad ass sticking out and waving from side to side to whatever music she had playing.

The chipmunk's hand scratched lower, Chip's breathing heavy and ragged as he felt his arousal twitch, refusing to look down and acknowledge its presence though. Refusing to admit to himself that he was this much of a pervert. That he was so desperately in love with his colleague that he couldn't help but take this opportunity to violate her trust. To use her latest invention, a device capable of recording simultaneous three hundred and sixty degree footage of a room and store as much as a month's worth of solid data in its core, to admire her in ways and at lengths he never could get away with in person.

He didn't know exactly what he was hoping to see of course, but even this... even just Gadget going about her daily business, it was enough to render him breathless and shameless in his desire for her. He squeaked and moaned in desire as finally his lust overcame what little modesty he had left, and his hand finally closed around the length of his member. He stroked himself. He watched as Gadget lay on her belly on the floor, feet wiggling in the air as she munched on a sandwich and consulted an instruction manual on advanced circuitry, and saw the workshop around her growing brighter and brighter as the midday sun streamed in through the windows.

It must have been so hot in there. He looked around and saw the same sun streaming in now, feeling the urge to cast off his jacket as even with the air conditioning on the workshop began to grow warmer and warmer. His gaze darted towards the workshop door. Ajar just enough that if anyone else returned to their home base, he'd be able to hear voices or echoing footsteps. It truly did seem as though he was alone here. With another whimper he shucked off his jacket, blushing as that left his body wholly naked, hat already resting on the floor close by. His naked self shivered happily as he quickened the pace of his masturbation, and then...

"O-oh... Gadget..."

Hurriedly his free hand flew to the half-sphere's controls, and he rewound briefly. He stopped the fast-forward function, and set it to normal playback instead.

He watched, hand suddenly motionless on his member even as it twitched and drooled onto the concrete floor below. He watched as Gadget stood up from where she had been eating, waved her hand against her face as though lamenting the heat, then giggled visibly. There was no sound to the recordings much to his dismay, but he could see her excitement, her bashful certainty as she padded swiftly across the room and into one of the sunbeams. From her pocket she pulled a small square object, and after poking it in the centre threw it to the ground where it immediately inflated into a full sized air mattress. His heart skipped a beat. Then another as she trotted eagerly over to one of her work benches and opened up a drawer that Chip hadn't even realised before now was a draw, so perfectly concealed he had thought it was just part of the side panelling. By the time his heart skipped a third beat the chipmunk thought he was going to die from anticipation, but it began to race anew when finally she pulled out what was resting in that drawer. A small device obviously customised by the mouse herself, but which obviously had only one purpose as she held it up and flicked a switch on its base.

Chip watched, transfixed as Gadget tested what seemed to be the retrofitted, souped-up vibrator, and saw her squirm as its smooth surface became a blur in her hand. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, and yet by the same token he absolutely could not deny it as she padded back over to the air mattress, set the toy down upon it, and began to peel off her coveralls.

"Oh... oh, yes... G-Gadget... you're beautiful..."

He moaned as she stripped down, not a stitch of either clothing or indeed fur beneath her boiler-suit like lavender attire.

He watched as she lay down upon the air mattress in that shining sunbeam, and brought the souped-up toy to bear against her nether regions. She spread her lips apart, one finger grazing over her ruby of a clitoris, and then...

The look on her face.

The way her back arched.

The way her toes curled as she pressed that vibrator into herself.

Chip knew that he would never forget that sight, and that not only would it fuel the now mindless, frantic masturbation of his cock right this second, but for weeks and months and years to come.

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"Oh, Chip..."

Gadget moaned as she unzipped her coveralls to the waist, sliding a hand within to the already damp patch covering her crotch and grazing her aching clit with not one but two fingers, one either side of the tiny but swollen, protruding nub. Sitting in the back of her van with a take-out bag beside her, the mouse had been grabbing lunch when she had been alerted to a proximity alarm from the workshop. She'd returned to her van, to the screen built into the computer bank in its rear, just in time to see Chip looming over the very device with which she was able to keep an eye on the entirety of her workspace at all times. To see him fooling around trying to get it working, and then to see him watching its footage from the last few days. Watching with lust and love in his eyes as he watched her.

Now she could see everything he was doing. She could see the blur of his hand upon his cock. The swollen head dribbling pre-cum onto the concrete floor between his feet. She could see his mouth moving as he moaned her name, and though she couldn't see what footage exactly he was watching, the time-code available to her left the mouse in no doubt that he was watching her get off as she liked to do now and then, when she felt it would help improve her focus and productivity for the rest of the day.

And now she was watching him. Watching him jerk off while watching her masturbate in turn, and completing the circle by masturbation herself. Some women might have felt violated by his invasion of her privacy. Maybe she should have too. But in that moment, Gadget simply felt... not flattered exactly, but certainly excited by his attention. By his desire, and his acting upon that desire so recklessly. Did he not realise that he was being recorded? Did he not think that she had made it so her device could play back and continue recording at the same time?

She giggled, moaning as she slipped a finger inside herself and swiftly added a second, grinding continually against her clit with the heel of her palm as she leaned back in her chair and quickened the pace of her self-pleasure. She hoped not. And she hoped he wouldn't consider it either, at least not until he was done. Chip was cute, exceptionally so when stripped of his hat and jacket, and what lay between his legs was undeniably every bit as enticing as what he no doubt was fixated upon between hers.

"O-oh... golly..."

Gasping as she watched Chip begin to hump against his own hand, eyes heavy lidded and only half paying attention to what she was doubtlessly doing on screen, Gadget wished she had her favourite toy with her right now. Her turbo charged vibe with its ninety six different speeds and settings for varied vibrational bliss. Better yet, she wished she was there. In the workshop not with her toy, but with that. With the throbbing, straining length that the chipmunk was pumping so vigorously within his paw's tight grip. She curled her fingers around within herself, shuddering and stifling a cry as she felt them graze her g-spot. Her gaze fell to her crotch, still mostly covered by her clothing, and she felt her cheeks burn crimson as she saw them growing darker and darker as the wet patch her arousal was provoking spread rather rapidly with her continued, frenzied masturbation.

She'd known for some time that Chip and Dale had been crushing on her, even fighting over who should be the one to ask her out, though indeed neither one had summoned up the courage to do so. But until now, she had barely given it any thought. After all, they were friends. Colleagues. It wasn't that she didn't think they were nice guys or that they weren't attractive, they were. It was just... well, she hadn't been given reason to think of them in anything but a platonic sense, and even if she had, she wasn't sure if she'd actually begin to feel anything or simply have to let them down gently.

But, now...?

"S-screw me... Chip. Hammer me. Ahh, d-do... do whatever tool based puns you want to, to me. Just... cum with me. Please."

She moaned in a delirium of pure desire, panting and driving her own body to its absolute limits, yet fighting to hold back as she waited for the male to cum. She had to see it. She had to see him cum because of her. And soon, very soon indeed in fact...

"Yes!"

A cry rang out from within the van that made more than a couple of folks in the streets beyond glance towards its windowless rear with a raised eyebrow. Within the van, Gadget leaned forward in her chair and stared open mouthed at the screen, tongue lolling out almost as though she wanted to taste what was on offer. She watched in giddy euphoria as Chip lost control, and with wide eyes and a thoroughly overwhelmed expression upon his face began to spray the dome of the machine through which he was watching her body writhe and cum with his own streaks of hot seed. Gadget watched him watch her cum, and once again to complete the circle of their unknowingly mutual voyeurism that was all it took for her own body to lose control.

The interior of her coveralls were coated in her hot, copious ejaculate as it gushed forth. Her toes curled and her pink tail twitched. Her ears and cheeks burned crimson as she held back another outright scream of ecstasy with a strangled grunting, and all the while her fingers continued to valiantly, feverishly pound away at her pussy even as her walls clamped down hard around them.

"A-aahh... oh, god..."

About half way through her peak however, the beautiful view of Chip lost in his own ecstasy began to grow hazy. The picture being transmitted between them flickered and grew increasingly filled with static, until just as they were both beginning to reach the tail end of their ecstasy there was a momentary flash, an oh so brief look of panic on Chip's side of the screen, and then... nothing.

Gadget groaned as several seconds later she pulled her dripping, sopping wet fingers from inside her coveralls, glancing to the front of her soaking, stained garment and then to the front of the van where a fresh, unworn pair were thankfully folded and waiting for her just behind the driver's seat. Soon she would have to return back to base and sort out what she supposed Chip had done to break her new surveillance equipment. But... not quite yet. After all, she had to give him time to cover up his involvement, otherwise they'd both have a very awkward conversation to share. And beyond that, right now all she wanted to do was take a quick nap. Just five, maybe ten minutes.

She slipped out of her coveralls in the rear of the van and stretched out stark naked upon the seat, grabbing a dry, slightly oil-stained rag from the floor and dabbing at her furless thighs to clean off most of the wetness that glistened upon them. She stretched, and closed her eyes, blindly tapping at the control console beside her and murmuring as a red light flickered on.

"Note to self..."

She murmured to the recording device she had just activated.

"When designing future surveillance devices, even those for indoor use, ensure they are waterproof. Or... more specifically, cum-proof. And, uh... secondary objective if possible, try to back up current recorded data for... future personal use."

By Jeeves

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