The mechanics of Piedina

by Gio Multipod

Of course, if boytaurs have cars, they need mechanics to ensure that the cars are in tiptop shape. In this story, we delve into the lives of two hunky boytaur mechanics as they weave their multilimbedness into their work and their life.

As the sun gently filtered through the curtains, Carlos stirred from his slumber, feeling the warmth of the morning on his skin. With a stretch of his limbs, he rose from his bed, ready to embrace the day ahead.

Showering was a meticulous dance of balance and grace, each foot skillfully maneuvering to cleanse every inch of his body. His hind wristfeet expertly controlled the temperature and flow of water, while his front wristfeet deftly reached for the shampoo and soap, ensuring thorough cleanliness. With practiced precision, he dried himself off, his anklefeet flexing and curling to reach every damp spot.

Breakfast was a simple affair, yet it required finesse. With his front anklefeet, Carlos effortlessly sliced fruits and spread butter on toast, while his hind anklefeet poured a cup of steaming coffee. Sitting down to eat, he marveled at the symphony of movement orchestrated by his ten feet, each one playing its part in the morning routine.

Dressed in his trusty mechanic overalls, Carlos set out for the garage, the familiar scent of oil and grease welcoming him home. With a flick of his front anklefeet, he unlocked the door and stepped inside, greeted by the sight of Mr. Norris’s sportscar waiting patiently for attention.

Diagnosing the car’s problem was like solving a puzzle, each foot working in harmony to uncover the issue. His hind wristfeet meticulously inspected the engine, while his front wristfeet tested the electrical systems. With a satisfied nod, Carlos determined the cause of the malfunction and set to work.

Lunchtime arrived, and Carlos took a well-deserved break, his front anklefeet crafting a sandwich with precision and care. Each ingredient was layered thoughtfully between slices of bread, his hind anklefeet meanwhile retrieving a cold drink from the fridge. As he savored his meal, Carlos made mental notes of the tasks that lay ahead.

With his hunger sated, Carlos returned to the garage, ready to tackle the next challenge. His front anklefeet dialed suppliers, their toes tapping out the familiar numbers with ease. Orders were placed, inventory checked, and the garage’s stock replenished, all under the watchful gaze of his hind wristfeet.

As the afternoon sun began its descent, another car rolled into the garage, its engine sputtering and wheezing. With a sense of purpose, Carlos sprang into action, his ten feet moving with practiced efficiency. Tools clattered, parts were replaced, and before long, the vehicle purred to life once more, a testament to Carlos’s skill and dedication.

As the clock strikes 5 p.m,, Carlos finds himself wrapping up the last of his supply calls in the cozy confines of the garage office. With a final click of the phone receiver, he sighs in relief, knowing that the parts will be ready by Monday. Just as he finishes, a rhythmic tapping resonates through the room, and Carlos looks up to see Lando at the door, tapping with his wristfoot.

“Hey, Carlos! Fancy a pint to celebrate the end of the week?” Lando’s voice carries an air of excitement, and Carlos can’t help but grin in response.

“Absolutely, Lando! Let’s hit the pub,” Carlos replies, already feeling the anticipation of a well-deserved drink.

Together, the two boytaur mechanics make their way to the local pub, a familiar haunt just around the corner from the garage. As they enter, the warm glow of the pub lights washes over them, and the tantalizing aroma of food fills the air. Behind the bar stands Mason, the hunky boytaur bartender, his ten feet moving with effortless grace as he expertly prepares eight different cocktails.

“Evening, Mason!” Carlos greets with a nod, admiring the bartender’s skillful movements.

“Carlos! Lando! Good to see you both,” Mason replies with a charming smile, his front anklefeet deftly pouring drinks while his hind anklefeet select garnishes and ice.

Finding a table for four, Carlos and Lando settle in, their front anklefeet resting comfortably on the floor as they await the arrival of their partners. Carlos can’t decide between a bottle of beer or a glass of whiskey, so he weighs the options in his mind as he absentmindedly taps his front left wristfoot on the table.

“You can’t go wrong with either, mate,” Lando quips, a playful glint in his eye.

“I know, I know,” Carlos chuckles, still deliberating as he watches Mason work his magic behind the bar.

As they wait, Carlos decides to order a bowl of garlic nuts, a perfect accompaniment to their drinks. With a flick of his wristfoot, he summons over one of the hunky boytaur waiters, who arrives with effortless grace, balancing their order on his wristfoot with practiced precision.

“Here you go, gents. Garlic nuts for the table,” the waiter announces, setting down the bowl with a flourish.

Carlos wastes no time in digging in, using his wristfoot to grab a handful of nuts and pop them into his mouth. “These are amazing, Lando. You’ve got to try them,” he says, extending his wristfoot towards his friend.

Lando accepts the offer eagerly, leaning in to take a few nuts from Carlos’s wristfoot with his own. “Mm, you’re right. These are delicious,” he agrees, savoring the flavor.

As they enjoy their snacks, the waiter returns with their drinks and a surprise delivery from Mr. Norris, the owner of the garage. Three large pizzas arrive, each balanced precariously on one of the waiter’s three remaining wristfeet.

“Compliments of Mr. Norris,” the waiter says with a smile, setting down the pizzas alongside their other snacks.

“Wow, that’s generous of him,” Carlos remarks, impressed by the unexpected gesture.

Just then, their partners, Diego and Oscar, arrive at the table, their faces lighting up with smiles as they join the group. Diego exchanges foot pleasantries with Carlos, their toes intertwining in a gesture of affection as they share a moment of connection.

“Hey, love. How was your day?” Diego asks, leaning in to press a kiss to Carlos’s forehead.

“Busy, but good. How about you?” Carlos replies, returning the kiss with a gentle nudge of his own wristfoot.

Oscar and Lando engage in similar exchanges, their front anklefeet touching briefly as they share a quiet moment of connection.

As the evening wears on, the group enjoys a few more rounds of drinks and food, their laughter mingling with the lively atmosphere of the pub. Diego leans in to whisper something in Carlos’s ear, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

“Guess what, Carlos? I have a surprise waiting for you at home,” he says, his voice filled with excitement.

Carlos’s curiosity piqued, he can’t help but grin in anticipation. “I can’t wait to find out what it is,” he replies, his heart racing with excitement.

With the promise of a surprise waiting for him, Carlos savors the rest of the evening with his friends, knowing that whatever awaits him at home will only add to the joy of the night.

As Carlos and Diego arrive home after their evening at the pub, Carlos can barely contain his excitement about the surprise waiting for him. He’s been pestering Diego with questions and guesses the entire walk back from the pub, but Diego just smiles mysteriously and insists they wait until they get home.

Once they step inside their cozy Boytaur home, Carlos practically bounces on his front anklefeet with anticipation. “Come on, Diego, you have to tell me what the surprise is! I’ve been dying to know all night,” he says, his voice filled with excitement.

Diego chuckles, his hind wristfeet reaching out to gently touch Carlos’s front anklefeet in a soothing gesture. “Patience, my love. All will be revealed soon,” he replies with a playful twinkle in his eye.

With a grin, Diego leads Carlos through the house, his feet moving with a graceful ease as he guides them towards the backyard. As they step outside, Carlos’s eyes widen in amazement at the sight before him—a brand new hot tub, gleaming in the moonlight.

“Surprise!” Diego exclaims, spreading his feet wide in a dramatic gesture as he reveals their newest addition.

Carlos’s jaw drops in awe as he takes in the sight of the hot tub, his heart swelling with gratitude and love for his thoughtful partner. “Diego, this is incredible! How did you manage to pull this off?” he asks, his voice filled with wonder.

Diego smiles proudly, his front anklefeet shifting nervously as he explains. “Well, I managed to leave work a little early today to coordinate the delivery and installation,” he says, his tone filled with affection. “It wasn’t easy, but seeing the look on your face makes it all worth it.”

Carlos’s eyes widen in surprise and admiration at Diego’s dedication. “You left work early for this?” he asks, touched by Diego’s thoughtfulness.

Diego nods, his expression softening as he gazes at Carlos. “Of course, my love. You mean everything to me, and I wanted to make sure everything was perfect for you,” he says sincerely. Carlos couldn’t help but give Diego a warm hug of appreciation.

Diego returns the embrace, his hind wrisfeet wrapping around Carlos’s shoulders as he holds him close. “Anything for you, my love. Now, how about we christen our new hot tub?” he suggests, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

Carlos laughs, his heart overflowing with love for his partner. “I thought you’d never ask,” he replies, his voice filled with anticipation.

Together, Carlos and Diego climb into the hot tub, their feet sinking into the warm water as they settle in for a night of relaxation and celebration. As they soak beneath the stars, their laughter echoes through the night, a testament to the deep bond of love and affection that binds them together.

After their relaxing soak in the hot tub, Carlos and Diego dried off and headed back inside, their steps in perfect sync. The air was cool, and they felt wonderfully rejuvenated. Inside, the house was cozy and inviting, a haven where they could unwind after a long day.

Diego suggested they make some herbal tea to help them wind down further. Carlos agreed, and they moved to the kitchen, their ten feet moving with the grace of a well-rehearsed ballet. Diego’s Front Right Wristfoot reached for the kettle, filling it with water and setting it on the stove to boil. His Hind Left Wristfoot grabbed two mugs from the cupboard, while his Front Left Anklefoot selected a calming blend of chamomile and lavender tea.

Carlos, eager to assist, used his Front Left Wristfoot to fetch the tea infuser. With delicate precision, he filled it with the tea leaves and placed it into one of the mugs. As the water began to boil, Diego’s Hind Right Wristfoot lifted the kettle, carefully pouring the hot water into the mugs. Steam rose, carrying the soothing scent of the herbal blend throughout the kitchen.

As the tea steeped, Carlos and Diego moved to the living room, each carrying a mug with their Front Right Wristfoot. They settled onto the couch, snuggling close. Diego’s Front Left Anklefoot picked up the remote control and turned on their favorite calming music playlist. Soft melodies filled the room, creating a serene atmosphere.

Carlos took a sip of his tea, savoring the warmth and flavor. “This is perfect, Diego. Just what we needed.”

Diego smiled, using his Front Left Wristfoot to gently rub Carlos’s back. “I’m glad you like it. I thought it would be a nice way to end the night.”

After finishing their tea, they decided to spend a few minutes reading. Diego grabbed a book from the shelf with his Front Right Wristfoot and handed it to Carlos, who used his Front Left Wristfoot to hold it open. Diego, in turn, picked up his own book, using his Front Right Wristfoot to turn the pages with ease.

They read quietly for a while, the soft rustle of pages the only sound accompanying the music. Each toe movement was precise, turning pages with delicate grace. Their anklefeet shifted slightly now and then, adjusting their positions to ensure maximum comfort.

As the night grew later, they decided it was time to start their bedtime rituals. They moved to the bathroom where they began their nightly routine. Diego’s Front Left Wristfoot reached for their toothbrushes, while his Hind Left Anklefoot squeezed toothpaste onto them. Carlos’s Front Right Wristfoot took his toothbrush, and they brushed their teeth side by side, their wristfeet moving in harmonious rhythm.

After brushing, they washed their faces. Diego’s Hind Right Wristfoot turned on the tap, adjusting the temperature, while his Front Right Anklefoot cupped water to splash on his face. Carlos mimicked the actions, their movements synchronized like a perfectly choreographed dance.

With their faces clean and teeth brushed, they headed to the bedroom. Diego’s Front Left Wristfoot pulled back the covers on their bed, while Carlos used his Front Right Wristfoot to fluff the pillows. They climbed into bed, settling under the warm blankets.

As they lay there, Diego’s Hind Right Wristfoot reached out to hold Carlos’s hand, their toes intertwining in a gesture of affection. “Goodnight, Carlos. I love you,” Diego whispered.

“Goodnight, Diego. I love you too,” Carlos replied, squeezing Diego’s foot gently with his own.

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