Spread Eagle: Amor of Mom

Dressed in a tank top and jean shorts, and with a bucket of soapy water in tow, Maple walks over to the waiting Eagalia. "You ready for your cleaning, Lia?"
Eagalia turns towards the voice, and with a hiss of hydraulics, inclines her head. "Thank you for doing this, Mrs. Maple. It means a lot."
Maple puts the bucket of soapy water on the ground next to the aircraft. She stands before the massive machine and pats her landing skids, then runs a hand along a smooth, metallic surface. "No problem, hon. I'm happy to help, and get the chance to know more about you. Both inside, and out!" She smiles, and Eagalia's eyes shift aside.
"I've never met anyone as... kind as you, Mrs. Maple. Not many are willing to get to know someone like me."
Maple shrugs and chuckles. "You'd be surprised." She pulls a sponge out of her pocket. "Ready?"
"Yes."
Maple dunks the sponge into the soapy water, then runs it along Eagalia's nosecone. The robot jet flinches. "Sorry! Did that tickle?" Maple asks.
"I can't quite describe it, Mrs. Maple. My sensors are reading that there is liquid on my hull, but..."
Maple smiles. "But what?"
"I'm not sure."
The space halfling giggles. "Let's see what else gets you to react. Maybe you have a weak point."
Eagalia tilts her head. "A weak point? Why would I have one of those?"
Maple continues cleaning Eagalia, explaining, "Sometimes we focus on hardening one part so much, that we overlook something else. It's a common occurrence with optimizing all the kinks out of a new vehicle. I have tons of experience y'know, working as a crash test dummy for Capsule Corp," she begins to ramble as she works.
In response to Maple's ministrations, Eagalia's frame shudders.
"-and that's how child fatalities were lowered by over nine," Maple pauses at the shuddering. "Something wrong, Lia?"
Eagalia speaks, "That just felt nice, is all."
Maple grins. "Well, that's the idea! Just let me know what feels good and what doesn't, OK?"
"Oll... Korrect?" Eagalia asks, tilting her head.
"Earth slang," Maple waves her off. "Now let's get the rest of you squeaky clean, missy!"
The cleaning continues, with the help of a little magic from Maple to materialize more water and soap all over Eagalia's exterior.
"That should do it- WOOP!" Maple yelps as she slips and falls, every inch of her body pressing down on the robot lady as she scrambles to get a grip on something.
"Ahhhh~" Eagalia coos contently at the feeling of the organic's plushy flesh squishing up on her- then she springs into action to help her friend. "Ah! Mrs. Maple! Are you alright?!" Eagalia cries, concern flashing across her faceplate as she morphs her wing into something more avian in attempt to catch the tuffle as gently as she can.
"I'm fine, I just-" Maple starts as she finally manages to stand up with a hand on the proffered wing, only to slip again, falling head over heels, and tumbling through the air! Then, she holds out her limbs and rights herself in the air. Now floating, and now a bit sheepish, she chuckles. "Um. Heheh, yeah, I'm alright!"
Eagalia's wing snaps back in, and she shifts upright to her robot mode. Her vents hiss in relief, and she chides Maple, "Be careful now, Mrs. Maple. An organic body like yours is super soft- err, correction; less hardy than a mechanical one."
"Don't worry, I'm way 'tuffer' than I look." Maple winks and flexs an arm to convey that she can do it. "See?"
Eagalia's motor coils grow hot at the sight, and she glances away, her vents blowing again. "Yes, you are... pretty strong. The sheer ki radiating off that gun of yours feels like a geyser, even."
"Flatterer~" says the little woman who puffs her chest out in pride in an attempt to fit her inflating ego.
Eagalia plucks the rising halfling from the air, and lowers her to perch on her arm. Her scopes analyze the preening Maple, and ventures, "You are cute, too..."
"You're not too bad yourself," Maple returns the compliment with a mask of confidence, and then reaches a finger up to boop Eagalia's snout, "TAP TAP."
"Mrs. Maple!" Eagalia cries, embarrassed. She scans around to make sure no one saw, and then lowers her volume. "P-please be a bit more reserved."
"Hehehe. What's wrong, hon? We're all alone here," Maple replies with a wink.
Eagalia sighs, but her lips curl up at the corners. "You are too much, sometimes."
"I do try!" Maple giggles, and hops back into the air. "Now, let's finish that wash. You don't wanna be a dirty girl, do you?"
One of Eagalia's subroutines overloads and produces a squeak from her, which she tries to hide by hastily nodding. However, once her internals settle down, she recalls some visual data. With a smirk, she says, "You're right, of course, Mrs. Maple. Although, look who is talking?"
Maple points at her self, "Moi?" Eagalia nods, and Maple looks down at herself, and with a grimace she notices a bunch of grease stains along her body. "Oh shoot. Well, good thing these rags are materialized!"
Eagalia chuckles, and folds back down into a jet plane. Maple goes back to scrubbing at the robot's lathered exterior with a tiny washcloth in her tiny hand. As Eagalia ponders the efficiency of this, suddenly an idea both figuratively and literally lights up in her head.  "Say, Maple. Those are 'rags' you are wearing, yes?"
"Eh? I mean, my clothes are disposable, but they're cute, right?"
"Affirmative!" Eagalia salutes before Maple gets the wrong idea, "What I am aiming for with this query is that the washcloth within your hand can also be considered a disposable rag."
Maple quirks an eyebrow. "Mmhmm?"
"Who dares wins," Eagalia internally steels herself, which is pretty easy for a robot to do. Out loud, she asks, "I have a proposal, Mrs. Maple. For the sake of efficiency, how about you use yourself as the rag instead of the cloth?"
Maple is taken aback. "You want me to wash you with my body?" Then, she gives a teasing lopsided grin and pokes the robot with her gloves, "Is this because you liked it when I slipped and fell on you earlier?"
Eagalia's engine revs at the memory of soft, warm, pliant flesh pressed against her. But, she keeps herself in check, and responds to the query with a short and sweet answer given an appropriate amount of consideration and the right amount of time so as not to raise any suspicions within her tiny companion, "Yes."
...
Eagalia's systems start powering down from the overwhelming dread she feels, having flown too close to the sun and burned.
Maple blinks a few times, and breathes in. "Oh, oh my!" she gets out.
Eagalia starts to morph back into a humanoid, "Aaahhhh! Well, that was wonderful. Good time was had by all, I'm pooped!"
"I'm down!" Maple shouts at her.
"Whaaaaa?" Eagalia asks, hoping she heard that right. But, she had best cover her bases. "Apologies, it was a joke, you do not have to-"
"No, no!" Maple says, and hugs herself to the robot. "You said it yourself, it's way more efficient! And uh, y'know? It sounds pretty fun! Like a slip 'n' slide!"
Eagalia shudders. "What is fun about slipping and sliding? Rainy runways are one of my top fears!"
"The important thing is that it will be fun for me," Maple tells Eagalia before she can fret any deeper. "Now, settle down, and I'll get to work~"
"Affirmative..."
Maple's body slides down onto Eagalia, and her soapy body makes a slide whistle sound as she rubs against the robot's metal frame.
"Aaaah!" Eagalia moans, and a few more hydraulics fail inside her, but nothing critical.
"How's that feel?"
"Good! Really, really good. More."
"Coming up!" Maple cries, and slithers along the robot's form, her slippery, sudsy body making a snail trail. "Wee~!"
Eagalia flexes some fins and hatches in response to the slippy slideyness of it all. Usually rubbing against something meant scrapes and scraps if the something was harder, and if it was softer... not a pretty picture. But, she likes the one Maple is painting.
"You look like you're having fun," Eagalia notes, pleased that the lady has such an energetic smile despite the request made of her.
Maple goes sliding off the side, and a moment later flies back up, and leans against Eagalia. "Yeah, a little! Been a while since I could cut loose. Believe it or not, it feels like the weight of a planet's resting on my shoulders at times."
"They are nicely sized."
"Eh?"
"You feel stressed at times."
"..." Maple nods. "Well, a lot of the time now. Used to be different up until recently, but, sigh..."
"Well," Eagalia says, her voice a touch lower. "I've got some ways of helping with that."
"Oooh, tell me!" Maple rubs herself down the robot's body, a white frothiness both separating them and connecting them. "What do you do to take the edge off?"
Eagalia hums, and replies, "Whenever the burden of leadership is too much, I go up for a joyride, and see the sights. Eyes open, head empty. Perhaps in a bit we could go flying together with you insi- err, yes; with you beside me."
Maple smiles. "I'd like that. Heh, it's been a while since I've done that, last time I went up in the clouds for the fun of it was with..."
"Mrs. Maple?"
"..." Maple removes her gloves, and smacks her cheeks a couple of times. She replies with a grin on her face, "Oh, I was just recalling how my brother used to always say my head was up in the clouds. What a jerkface, right?"
"It is a nice place to be, though your planet must have had quite the anomalous atmosphere for your head to be up in the clouds."
"Huh?" Maple tilts her head, then realizes. "Wait-"
"Shorty~"
"...ooh, I'm mad now!" the tuffle pouts.
"Can confirm, readings indicate 100% MAD," Eagalia notes cheekily.
A chanting Maple smacks the robot's exterior with a glowing palm, and Eagalia's circuits alight in pain. "*Eagle Cry Sound Effect*!"
Maple whispers huskily, rubbing the spot she smacked, "That's what bad little birdies get when they're naughty. You gonna behave?"
"A-affirmative!" Eagalia whimpers.
"Good girl!" Maple chirps, then moves to kiss it better, then pauses. She drums her fingers along the metal surface for a moment of consideration, one of her fingers making a tiny metallic clang against the fighter jet.
"Map- err; Mrs. Maple? Is everything alright?"
Maple huffs, then gives the robot a peck on her booboo. "With that it should be, all systems go, right Lia?"
"..." the eagle robot shudders, then replies, "Ma'am, yes, ma'am!"
"Hehe, cute."
"Asdfghkl;" flounders the bird-bot.
Maple nods. "Alright. Time to dry you off and finish waxing you."
"More?" Eagalia's faceplate shifts in a way to mimic raising an eyebrow. "I think my exterior is shiny enough, you don't need to go through the trouble of-"
Maple waves a hand, and the moisture on Eagalia's body is buffeted way by a wind. Then, she materializes a ball of wax in the air, which drips away into a controlled rain along Eagalia's body. Finally, she pops a capsule, and holds within her hands an industrial-strength buffer that dwarfs her dwarf body. "Now, let's give this baby a whirl!"
"I fail to see the use in- AAAAAAAH~" she screeches in response to the overload of sensation.
Maple waxes away at every inch of the bird's exterior with the buffer, though when she nears the cockpit, Eagalia cries out.
"SCREECH, Maple, please, that part's sensitive!"
Maple raises the buffer, "Oh? Dang, okay."
"..." Eagalia squirms, and asks, "A bit gentler, please?"
Maple smiles, "Okie dokie!" She sets the buffer on a lower setting, and runs it along the edge of Eagalia's cockpit.
The jet's body thrums with the sensation, and the circuitry centered around her cockpit radiates, and Eagalia lets out a steaming whine. "Oh, yesss..."
After a short while, Maple is satisfied, and she pats Eagalia's flank. "There, there, hon. That wasn't so bad, was it?"
Picking up the pieces of her pride, Eagalia morphs into her eagle mode and huffs. "My sensors indicate I have suffered 28739.482881 damage, Mrs. Maple."
"Aw, it couldn't have been that many! I was going easy on you," Maple assures.
Eagalia concedes, "I suppose. You are a good cleaner, Mrs. Maple."
Maple smiles and continues. "Well, I try to be. Part of being the best housewife I can be, doing everything I can to keep my family comfy, fed and happy. But, I think you are just a bit more sensitive to touch than you let on, Lia. Maybe you've just forgotten."
Internally, Eagalia mulls that remark over in her databanks. "Just a housewife." Definition: a married woman with a household to look after. Eagalia sighs. "I wish I could forget."
"Lia? What is that supposed to mean?"
"..." Eagalia determines what to say in response, and settles on, "I'm a weapon, Mrs. Maple. And weapons can't afford to be sensitive to anything."
Maple frowns and places a hand on the eagle's head. "You're not a weapon, Lia. You're a sentient being who deserves the same freedoms and opportunities as everyone else."
Eagalia lowers her head. "Perhaps, but flying free also means flying solo. It does get lonely."
"Hey, look at me. I'm here. You're not alone, okay?"
"I suppose not, but, it still hurts."
Maple's chest aches. She knows that feeling. "I understand. It does get lonely. I feel it too."
"Mrs. Maple... Maple."
Maple perks up. "Hm?"
"There is one more thing I want to show you. Something only my pilot gets to see."
Maple's eyes widen and her cheeks turn pink. "You mean, your... inside your..."
"My cockpit."
"O-okay."
"This is something I don't let many see. You're the first in a while."
"How do I get inside?"
The canopy pops open in response to her question.
"Alrighty, don't mind if I do..." Maple says, and floats down inside to find a red pleather pilot seat, and a control panel.
"So, this is the control console, huh? You're the most complex piece of technology I've seen since my days working as a crash test dummy. I can hardly read any of this. Oh, what's this button do?" asks Maple, the lead safety test technician of Capsule Corp.
"Ah!  Please don't press anything without knowing what it does first, it is dangerous. Here, I will highlight a good one for you to press, it is green."
"How dangerous?" Maple asks coyly, running her finger along a red button right next to a glowing green one.
"Some fire cluster missiles, one kickstarts my jump drive, and I am certain there is an Eject button as well."
After a beat, Maple giggles nervously and retracts her hand. "Okay, okay, green means go. Huh, wonder how robots can tell between colors."
"Oh, we have grown hex-ceedingly efficient at it, it helps that it's a spectrum that falls under a hexadecimal code. Oh, Bravyj has his own thoughts to share on it like he does everything else, 'What if my #FF0000 is your #0000FF?'" she imitates mockingly, the usually uptight falcon now more loosy goosy. She then tilts her avian head to peer at Maple, and smirks. "A fun observation: It seems  your garments of white hue tend to lose opacity when doused with fluids. I can see two points of interest that happen to be brown."
Maple gasps, and sheepishly covers her chest. "Well, ahaha, y'know, it was a hot day, so I was going to get sweaty washing you. I didn't want to ruin a bra!" In actual fact, Maple could materialize enough bras for forty booba, but the evening's company of the sky commander had rubbed off and made her similarly military minded.
Eagalia laughs. "Oh, Maple. There is no need for modesty when your health takes precedence! You'll catch pneumonia wearing those things. Now, remove those clothes, I'll help dry you off."
Maple's cheeks get hot, and her heart beats fast. "S-sure! I'd love to..." she says, moving to strip her shirt off. As she does, the fabric sticks to her breasts for a bit, before finally giving way and releasing them with a perky bounce. She balls up the ruined shirt to throw it up into the air where it combusts. She does the same with her shorts and panties, and her nude body is fully revealed.
"Curious," Eagalia says.
"What's curious?" the tuffle asks, feeling a bit vulnerable.
"From what the data on your biology suggests, you should be covered in fur like many organics, but for the fact that you keep your foliage trimmed."
Maple nods, "Yeah, it's a common practice." She bashfully holds her hands behind her back, and rubs a foot along her bare leg. "I like the feel of my skin, and how my clothes feel. 'Fur' gets in the way of that."
Eagalia chirps positively. "I too like the feel of your skin, very soft. However, I am still curious as to why with all that kept trimmed, that spot between your legs-"
"It's called a pussy, Lia," Maple provides, her cheeks as red as a cherry.
"Pussy," the robot repeats, rolling the word around on her vocals. "I can't help but notice that the area around it has much more hair."
"Ah, yeah, that's called a landing strip."
"Landing Strip?"
Maple chuckles. "Yeah, because uh, that's where the plane aims for!"
Eagalia runs some calculations. "Hm. I have what you would call an Eagle Eye, but that would still be a tough feat to pull off."
Maple giggles, and leans forward to press the glowing green button. "So, what does this do?"
"Sit back, and experience it for yourself."
Maple nods, and sits her bare butt down in the pilots seat. A moment later, she feels a rumbling. "Oooh!"
"Feel good?" Eagalia asks.
"Yeees!" Maple moans.
"Good, I'll crank up the vibrations a bit. I like how you're sounding."
"Mmmph~" Maple moans, a fist to her mouth.
"And now I'm turning on the air~" Eagalia coos, venting some pleasantly hot air upon Maple.
"Waaah~" Maple sighs in contentment.
The massaging and blow drying continues, with the body of Eagalia's new pilot melting into jelly. The sight of such a target, ripe for a harrying run, stirs up Eagalia's sadistic side!
And so, one of the vents gets adjusted. "Phwoo~"
A cold blast of hits Maple's exposed skin.
"AAACK!" the pilot yelps and jolts up like a cat.
"Alpha Strike!" Eagalia announces, and doesn't let up with her assault on the cute and squishy space halfling.
Maple tries to cover herself, but is still pelted by the barrage of vents from all angles. "Cold, cold, cold!"
"O1o1o1o1o!" the robot cackles.
Maple curls in on herself, pressing herself against the chair. She growls out from her little fortress of solitude that is just as chilly, "You meanie!"
"Meanie?" She relents. "Oh, fine. It was a joke. I apologize for the roughhousing, Maple."
Maple pouts. "No. You're not forgiven so easily. Firing on an innocent civilian? War crime."
"Don't be like that, I'll make it up to you~" Eagalia promises, and goes back to massaging while she builds up some warm air. Then, her sensors pick up some data. "Hm, another quirk of your biology."
Maple rolls her eyes. "What now?"
"Lots of minute bumps formed on your skin as a reaction to cold temperatures."
"Goosebumps," Maple grumbles, shivering as they get worked over by the chair.
"It seems to have made your nipples harden as well."
Maple nods, and leans forward, "So what do the red buttons do again?"
"MAPLE NO"
Once many alarms blare and warning signs pop up before her, Maple leans back with a satisfied smirk. "Just kidding!"
"..." A vent blows on back of the halfling's neck. "Phwoo."
"Eep!" Maple squirms. "Truce!"
"Okay," Eagalia agrees, and gets back to warming up the chilly redhead. As she does, she also warms up her engines. "So, I was planning on taking you for a ride up in the sky. Are you up for it?"
Maple tilts her head. "Are you serious?"
"Why not? It'll be fun."
Maple shakes her head, "Eagalia, I'm not that kind of girl."
Eagalia takes in that data much like a calculator takes in the command to divide by zero. "Huh???"
"Really, going for a joyride with a naked pilot?" Maple chides her. Then, she holds a finger up, and materializes a flight suit and helmet. "Safety first!"
"Oh. OH." Eagalia catches on. "Of course, I should have known."
"It's alright, hon," Maple chuckles. With telekinesis she gets her dried off hair into a neat bun, and puts on the helmet. Then she stands up to fit into the tight space spandex of the flight suit, and as she bends over to get the suit drawn up to her hips, she spots a little bead of a camera from the corner of her eye. Remembering the company she's in, Maple does an indulgent wiggle as she fits her ass into the tight pants.
Eagalia has a wealth of data from several wars, lead many raids, has much in the way of confirmed kills, but... wow. She's learning a lot about this organic, and herself. A big thing she's learned is that she needs that cute butt down in her seat. It's a high priority in her mission log, atop a pile of warnings to cool her jet engines before they overheat from the pleasing sight.
 Once the zipper is telekinetically drawn up her back, Maple sits down, buckles herself in tight, and attunes her helmet's comms to Eagalia. "Now, take me up into the sky, commander!"
"Roger that, little lady!" Eagalia says, and her engines screech with an eagle's cry as she takes off down the runway. She then lifts up and flies into the air. She makes sure to not blast off too hard for the sake of her soft pilot.
"Eagalia, is that the best you can do?" Maple asks her, not impressed.
"...hmph," Eagalia puffs out some steam,  and says, "No, actually. I can go way faster, but I do not consider you capable of handling it."
"Why I oughta!" Maple grouses. She points at the console, "Commander, you take those limiters off this instant, you hear?!"
Eagalia's brow twitches. "Affirmative, hotshot. Be sure to tap out when it becomes too much for you."
The jet goes from very very very fast to breaking the sound barrier in 1 second flat, and doubling that. Eagalia taunts her passenger, "How does 10Gs taste?"
Maple reclines with her arms behind her head, legs swinging idly. She yawns. "A bit, haaahhh, faster would be nice?"
Eagalia's eyes flare red. "I will show you faster!" Her speed quintuples, and forces the small lady to sit up straight.
"That's more like it!" Maple says from out of her clenched teeth. "But, is that all?!"
"Then let's go for a dive!" Eagalia says, and banks hard.
"YEEHAW!" Maple cries, and is pinned back into her chair by the sheer G-force.
After a couple minutes of diving and weaving, Eagalia levels out.
"How was that, Maple? Do you need me to go even faster?"
Maple pants, then looks at some of the buttons on the console. Having attuned her helmet's visuals to Eagalia, her display tells her the function of the buttons. She sees a lot of miscellaneous ones, some weapon primers, but also two that catch her interest. A red one with "Jump Drive: Ready" and a green one for "G-Diffuser: ON."
With a manic look on her face, concealed from Eagalia by her helmet, she reaches up her feet to press those buttons with her toes.
"You got so quiet all of a sudden," Eagalia teases, then she receives a warning notification. "Wha-"
In this instance, the robot's software is slower than her hardware, and this is all she can get out before her jump drive fires off. Thankfully, she was pointed at the horizon, because in the next instant she disappears over it with a little twinkle.
In Maple's head, a thought rings out: "There we go~!"
Thankfully Cachou's atmospheric nanomachines manage to tamp down on the cataclysmic wake of Eagalia's jump, and when her systems reboot from the emergency shutdown, she overlooks the stress on her own hardware to immediately check on her pilot. "Maple, are you okay?"
The small space alien's body has folded in on herself, her legs to either side of her head, one arm crossed over her chest while the other has snaked down to below her tummy. Her tongue has lolled out of her gaping mouth, and her eyes have a vacant, satisfied look to them. "hehe, hehehe"
"MAPLE," Eagalia tries again.
The girl's red eyes shut, and she grimaces with a smile. "Mmm. Yeahhh?"
"Oh good, you're alive."
"Eh, I think you sent me to Heaven actually," Maple jokes. Then she looks up, and sees stars. "Oh, you really did!"
The two of them laugh. Given what they had experienced a minute before, every sensation feels as light as a feather. Probably from Eagalia's sensors being overwhelmed and needing new spark plugs, and from 500 G no longer doing its best at pancaking Maple till syrup squeezes out. A pleasant afterglow has washed over the two. Fortunately, Eagalia's engine does still have an afterglow, a weakened one, but it will get them home.
Maple attempts to move, but the instant she does anything, something wells up within her. "Urk! MMPH."
A second later, Eagalia's canopy opens up, and Maple vomits out the side.
After wiping her mouth clean and putting her mask back on so she doesn't die of asphyxiation or rad poisoning, Maple takes in the sight before her.
"How do you find the view?"
"Gorgeous!" the halfling whispers, her breath taken away.
A blanket of clouds colored by the setting sun, and above that, the bisected planet Varok partially eclipsing the sun. The planet's screwy magnetic field refracts light in a wild aurora, which flares up into the surrounding asteroid ring. Basically, imagine all the awesome things you could see in the sky, it's there. Even the vomit, which is the anime kind that's a rainbow blob of slime glitter and floating free in Zero-G!
"Not as gorgeous as you," the robot pilot replies.
Maple breaks, and laughs at the audacity. "Oh, stop it, you!"
"No~"
"..." Maple's cheeks blush red.
"So, did you have fun?"
"I sure did, Lia. I haven't felt that way since me and Goku went out during the last full moon and-" Maple stops, and sighs. "I'm sorry."
"What's wrong?" Eagalia asks.
"You've been so wonderful and sweet to me, and all I can do is bring you pain. It's not fair to you."
Eagalia's optics flicker. "Well, my damages are nothing a little maintenance can't fix."
Maple nods. "No, not just the damage, your feelings. I'm afraid I have to go home now, Lia."
The jet robot's head swivels around. "What?!"
"I can't leave my family alone for long. They'll get hungry."
"..."
Maple sighs. "I can't say I'm not conflicted either, and I want to give you an answer."
"Mrs. Maple, I don't want you to feel forced to do anything you're not comfortable with."
"Lia," Maple says. "I like you."
Eagalia's engines hum happily. "I like you, too."
"And I do have a family to care for, I'm a wife and a mother."
"I'm not trying to steal you away, I just want a chance to fly with you."
Maple nods, and then says, "We both have our responsibilities. I'm not gonna ask you to abandon your people here, and I can't do the same."
"I see," Eagalia says, the pain palpable in the robot's audio. She huffs, and nods. "You are right, of course. So, this is to be our last ride together-"
"Hey now, I didn't say that."
"!" Eagalia swivels her head back. "Explain."
Maple smiles up at the stars, so different to the ones she's used to back home. She swivels a twinkling piece of jewelry on her finger around, the bauble concealed. "There's an old Earth saying, 'Birds of a feather flock together until the cat comes,' Eagalia."
"What does the coming of cats have to do with flocking together?"
Before she answers, Maple presses some buttons on the bird-bot's console, and a joystick pops up before her. She grips the rod with her hands, as well as between her thighs. She tilts her head while doing one of those closed eye smiles. "Let's fly you back to base now~!"