Greasemonkies

Ratchet looked up. "Hey did you know you've got something on your face?"

"Where?"

"Right there." He reached up and wiped a grease-covered hand over her cheek.

It was at that moment, as she felt the grime soak into her fur, that Sasha realized she'd been tricked. She grabbed a nearby oil rag. "Oh, you're a DEAD LOMBAX!"

From the sketch in my scrapbook comes this little beauty. Apparently you can't have two furballs inside the same engine; they get into grease fights. XD

Looks to me like Sasha's wearing some of Ratchet's old clothes (the pink-purple tint on the shirt? Well, apparently, someone doesn't sepparate his lights from his darks... ). Either that, or it's her junk pair. Take your pick. ^_^

Her butt bugs me. So does Ratchet's, though I think Ratchet's hips always bug me a little in my pics. And her tail seems long. *mumbles about short tails* And, as always, all mechanical things pwn me badly. I think the engine's a little bare or something. Cars always have so many parts and wires to confuse you; a spaceship ought to have a lot more, right? Blame my laziness for not drawing them all in.

24 layers + sketch in PSP7
Wacom Intuos tablet
unknown number of hours