In Flight 'Emergency.'
The beach. That seemed to be perfect. If there was any place in the world that Ralph wanted to be right now, it was a beach. A beach -in the middle of spring- with plenty of booze, topless females running around him and...
"Are there any questions on the briefing?" A voice queried. Ralph's sunny bubble of delight, half naked women of every species, began to dissolve. He frowned silently. Maybe the images would stay if he concentrated. It was no good. The more he concentrated, the faster his sunny paradise slipped away. Maybe it would come back when he finally got back to his bed.
Ralph opened his eyes. He sat in front of a now blank screen with SONY projected from behind him. The room was dark but he could see everyone else moving to the door. His feline eyes easily made out the other species in their flight suits. The soft scrape of chairs on the floor made his striped tiger ears fold against his skull. Someone turned on the lights and flooded the room with pale fluorescents, revealing each of the flight crew as they shuffled toward the exit. Ralph spotted his partner escaping the confines of the briefing room with an eager flick of her tail. After zipping up his mission folder he got up to join the rest of his team.
Technical Sergeant Ralph Faro worked as a Loadmaster for the Air Force. His job consisted of flying in military C-130's to and from various locations around the desert to pick up and deliver cargo. Stacking and balancing palates of cargo to be delivered to the forward operating bases required some very detailed training and a lot of dedication. If the load wasn't properly locked into place or chained tightly enough the plane couldn't take off. While there were considerably more complicated aspects to his job, Ralph described his vocation to curious civilians as "The military UPS guy."
Outside the intelligence exit his ride, a beige minivan, sat idling and ready to go. Ralph looked into the sky and grimaced. The weather today was going to be crappy. Rain was expected within the hour and the clouds had taken a very sinister look of gray. From inside the van someone called out to him "Hey, Puss, can you look just a little less sour today? We have things to do!" Ralph let the jab roll off him as he climbed inside the van and buckled in next to his partner, Staff Sergeant Kira Sorrentino. She gave him a friendly elbow in his ribs and whispered teasingly, "Smile, Dammit! We're having fun!"
Sorrentino was a cheerful little feline with a washed down British accent. She was a cheetah that didn't quite reach shoulder level with him despite the extra height her boots gave her. Short fur covered frame, mottled brown spots spattering all over her skin where the flight suit did not fully cover her. The beige didn't work very well with her natural colors in Ralphs mind -not that it looked good on anyone else either. He was wearing one himself over his tiger stripes and the whole thing surely looked like an eyesore. Sorrentino's boundless energy and bright held his eyes for a minute before he turned away to stare out the window. The rain had begun to fall. Small droplets, rapidly growing in size, were splattering against the windows as they made their small journey across the oversized parking lot that held the plane Ralph would be riding.
The mood in the minivan was more or less optimistic. "The crew is just finishing up so we won't have to wait. It looks like we can get off the ground before a big downpour." Captain Gallegos announced. "The cargo will be here in ten mike. I want you two done loading in twenty so we can have wheels up in thirty."
Sorrentino assured the captain, with one of her jubilant smiles no less, that it would be done. "Piece o' cake, Captain!" Ralph simply nodded.
When the group reached the plane they all disembarked from the cozy but cramped confines of the mini-van, warm air conditioning and all. The plane loomed before them. A C-130-J model aircraft was made specifically for the use of transporting cargo. It had so many features, doohickeys, buttons, knobs and levers that it would take all day to press them all. Its main job was heavy cargo that couldn't travel over roads via convoy. However, when there was a lack of equipment to take, then shuttling military personal from place to place became its default. Ralph quickly climbed in the small door in front, ignoring the humming and hissing of the large propellers as they were primed and checked by the maintenance team before the scurried away to avoid the coming storm.
Everyone went through pre-flight checks to make sure the plane was operating the way it should. When the cargo arrived Ralph and Sorrentino worked quickly to slide and lock everything into place. It barely took five minutes before they'd guided the last massive container into the plane and pressed the switches to lock the sucker into place. Sorrentino, back firmly pressed into the metal to keep it from moving about before the mechanism was switched, grabbed the microphone from her helmet and informed the Captain that everything was good to go. Well, she yelled it really. The response she got -one of equal volume and annoyance- made her giggle and cover her muzzle with a spotted paw. The cheetah couldn't help but tease the crew she rode with sometimes and Ralph knew today was going to be no exception when she flashed him faux innocent grin and winked.
Ten minutes later the C-130 was settled on the runway awaiting clearance. Ralph was strapped into his "window seat", held securely in place by a special harness. He wore a special helmet that plugged directly into the aircrafts on board radio and allowed him to communicate with the pilots and his partner. The idea of sleeping came back to him, but before he could get comfortable enough and close his eyes the plane was given clearance to take off and immediately barreled down the runway. They were airborne in seconds and feeling the pressure of the flight press on their organs. Ralph started to settle in for a nap, but was interrupted suddenly by the other Loadmasters voice chirping into his earpiece.
"Think we'll have any problems with the plane this time, Faro?" Ralph answered with a "Nope", but that didn't seem to satisfy the cheetah opposite him.
"'Cause they fixed that other bird last time, remember? The crew was stuck in the air for an extra three hours. What if that happens now?" Sorrentino buzzed, her tone subtly dropping as she spoke, "I mean, we're already goin' on a six hour flight, if we have to turn around we-"
"Could be stuck in the air for a while, yeah, I got that." Ralph finished for her before he added, "If that happens then we're going to be up here for a while. Might as well sleep. Right?"
A small silence followed his question. Usually the spotted feline sergeant had a quick, witty come back to counter his rather molasses-like attitude. If he didn't know any better than he could have sworn she was pouting. He could almost hear her bottom lip protruding from the silence in his microphone before she broke the silence again.
"Yeah, I guess, Faro."
Ralph nodded his head. Without another word he settled into his harness and closed his eyes. Maybe if he was lucky the visions of beaches, bikini clad women and endless bottles of Corona would return. That would be a welcome relief for a few hours.
"Faro? Faro! Wake up!"
Ralph awoke with a wild snort, eyes wide in alarm as he looked from side to side blearily. "What is it? Did we get hit or something?" He asked frantically.
"No, no. Nothing like that. It's okay." Sorrentino announced. "We just had engine trouble. I must have jinxed us when we took off. Two engines just shut down and the pilots are turning us around to go home." Ralph turned when he realized the voice was much closer than he thought and saw the cheetah standing behind him. "The two inside props have been shut down and the pilots don't want to go over the mountains without full power. We only had another two hours left."
Ralph closed his eyes and sighed deeply, letting his head fall back in disappointment. Four hours in flight and now they'd have to endure yet another four to return home and fix the engines. It might even take longer than that! With only two engines running, even at full speed, they'd take longer to reach home than it took to get here in the first place.
"Great."Ralph growled. He frowned at the Staff Sergeant standing behind him. "So we're stuck up here for another four or five hours and we didn't even get to drop off the stuff." He motioned with a striped paw to the equipment containers chained securely on the cargo floor, chains tinkling as the plane swayed to and fro in the headwind. Sorrentino nodded, paws placed on her hips as she surveyed the payload that would have to wait until another mission dropped from command. That position made her chest swell and Ralph had to avert his eyes.
"I know, I know." Sorrentino agreed solemnly. The cheetah moved her paws from her waist to her helmet and unclasped the strap holding it snugly in place. "But at least it's not a total loss."Ralph turned his gaze back to her as she placed the helmet back on her seat, not totally sure he agreed. She turned back and flashed another chipper smile before running her fingers through the mussed up hair between her spotted ears. "I've been wanting to talk to you for a while anyway about something."
The moment those words left her mouth, Ralph heaved a sigh. He didn't like where this was going. Of all the people he had to work with, it was this damned cheetah female that gave him the worst time for acting what she called "broody." The last time she'd tried to bring up his lack of smiles during the day he'd left the room to get coffee and forgotten to go back. . The last comment she'd made before he'd closed the door on her was swearing she'd find a way to get him grinning by the end of the deployment. Now he was trapped in an airplane with her for four whole hours and possibly longer. No easy escape route this time. Ralph had no choice but to prepare himself for what might be a long lecture about his feelings.
"See, I think I finally have you figured out." She declared while walking over and standing close. Ralph rolled his eyes, reluctantly unsnapping the strap holding his helmet in place and taking it off. He placed it on a hook just above his little window and turned to face the cheetah.
"Is that so?" He asked slowly.
Sorrentino nodded, smile widening as she brought up her paw. She counted off facts about him one by one on her fingers. "No smiling. No laughing. Gloomy, depressing and generally a stick in the mud. If being quiet and moody were signs of happiness than one might think you're a ray of sunshine, but I know better." She said.
Ralph couldn't help himself and decided to egg her on, just to see if she had a point or if she was blowing smoke up his tail. "Oh, I'm so glad someone finally noticed. I was beginning to think that, without a clinically accepted opinion from Staff Sergeant Sorrentino, I was going to suffer in silence forever." He told her sarcastically.
"Mock me all you want," She replied quickly after sticking her tongue out at him, "But you're depressing. The good news is that I know how to fix you. And yes, in my 'clinical opinion', you need help. You're just lucky I'm the one that decided to tackle the problem."
Ralph raised an eyebrow questioningly at the cheetah femme and turned to face her fully, undoing his harness. He wasn't sure if he was annoyed by her train of thought enough to tell her to do something unpleasant with a cactus under her tail. Sorrentino bent down, getting directly in his face, her paws finding support on each knee. Ralph instinctively backed away a few inches, but she followed him, refusing to let him stay comfortable as he tried to escape.
"What...er...what are you doing?" He asked, disturbed by her proximity. The female give him her brightest smile yet and leaned in to whisper into his ear. "Its time to get a smile on that stripey mug of yours. But in order to do that, you need something to smile about."
Ralph had had enough. He went to grab her by the shoulders and push her away, tell her to piss off and leave him alone. What business of hers if he acted gloomy and didn't laugh at every joke told to him? That was his business and, as far as he was concerned she could keep her spotted nose out of it! He managed to complete the first part and grabbed her shoulders before stopping, eyes widening as a pair of claws began pulling his zipper.
"Hey! What are-" He protested! Sorrentino pulled away from his ear. She looked him squarely in the face and gave him a saucy wink. Then she giggled and gave him a smile that was very different from anything he'd seen before. VERY different. Then she gave him a shock. The cheetah leaned in and pressed her lips to his nose in a tender, gentle kiss.
Ralph was effectively frozen in place. When Sorrentino pulled back she could help but giggle at the expression. Later, she would probably tease him because he looked like a dear in the headlights. Without bothering to explain any further she slipped onto her haunches between his legs, settling on her knees and looking into his eyes. The expression adorning her spotted muzzle could only be described in Ralph's stunned mind eager.
Ralph looked down, utterly shocked at the lewd smile gracing Sorrentino's face. He watched her as she shifted her focus on his flight suit. She finished opening the zipper and exposed his tan shirt underneath. Ralph's chest rose and fell quickly as he watched her push the shirt up revealing his black and orange stripes, then leaned in and kissed defined shape of his abs. She slowly ran her claws along his sides, reaching into the flight suit to massage his body while she ran her rough tongue over his tummy fur.
"S-Sorrent-tino..." He tried to say her name, but his sudden shock over this entire encounter so far forced a stutter into his speech. Sorrentino looked up at Ralph and giggled again. "Until we land, you're not allowed to address me as anything but Kira. Okay, Ralph?" Ralph nodded dumbly and was about to say something in protest but felt the words melt away in a low purr instead. Sorren...Kira, had slipped her paws down his sides and into his boxers and began to fondle him.
Ralph started to pant as two very warm paws grabbed his dormant shaft and testicles. Kira began to massage him, rolling and playing with the sac of flesh and two orbs within. While she gently played with him, squeezing every now and then, she pawed his shaft as it began to emerge. Ralph's jaw dropped as hot fingers encircled him and encouraged his growth with slow strokes. In no time at all he was fully erect, his penis standing proudly in the air as the last of it slid out of its sheath. Kira giggled as her fingers played over the black shaft, teasing along the sensitive skin with her claws followed by brushing over his head. She took extra care to stimulate the tiny spikes covering his length, knowing full well that male felines took a lot of pleasure out of them during sex.
"You know, you're not exactly a bad looking tiger. I've thought about doing this before but, like I said, I hadn't figured you out just yet." Kira said warmly. Her grip on his cock, now removed from the confines of the boxers, felt so incredibly good to Ralph that he responded with a murr. "Now we've got all this time in the air, alone in the back of the plane, to do whatever we like. Just you and me, Ralphy." She said with a lusty grin.
Ralph watched in utter amazement as his partner licked her lips and parted her jaws, opening her mouth widely. Kira bent down and engulfed Ralphs cock in her maw, leaving Ralph to close his eyes and moan deeply. The cheetah swirled her tongue around his cock, pulling it deeper so she could pleasure him by sucking and slurping eagerly. She moved her paw to the base of his penis and began jerking him with small strokes into her maw. Kira lavished Ralph's cock with attention, being sure to coat it wither her saliva, making it slick and wet and much easier to suck on. Her other paw remained on his scrotum, massaging his balls every few strokes to elevate his pleasure.
Ralph couldn't really believe this was happening. It was like a surreal dream where he was both inside and outside his body, watching what happened to him as he experienced an excellent blowjob in the back of a C-130 flying over the desert. It had never really registered in his mind that Kira might have liked him this way. She'd just been his partner and that was it. However, as she bobbed up and down his cock and played with his balls, it was obvious she'd had other plans than he thought.
"Ohhh K-Kira..Nngh!..Goddess that feels s-sooo gooood! P-Please don't stop!" Kira's tongue swirled around and around his cock, playing over the head and licking underneath with her rough tongue. She had him good and slippery now and began pushing harder against his shaft, forcing it to the back of her mouth and right against her throat. She took a deep breath and pushed again. His cock slipped into her throat, further and further, working inch after inch of Ralphs flesh into her muzzle before her nose pressed into his groin fur. Ralph was not prepared and roared in surprise as the pleasure shot up his spine. His paws grabbed onto both sides of her head and held her there while she swallowed sensually around him. The roar dissolved back into pants but his paws remained, holding her bottomed out on his cock until she finally tensed and pulled away from him with a gasp and a cough. She looked him in the eye and licked her lips, breaking the small string of saliva still connecting her lips to his cock.
"Mmmm!" She moaned languidly as her paws caressed and stroked over his rock hard shaft. "Your cock tastes really good Ralph!" She leaned in and licked his shaft from base to tip as the large tigers breath slow went back to normal. Then Kira stood back up on her feet. Her claws left his crotch, instead sliding up the fabric of her own flight suit until they found the zipper. Ralph watched as the sultry cheetah eased the long zipper down, down until he could see the seductive curve of her cleavage in the dim light of the cargo bay.
"Remember what I said about giving you something to smile about?" She queried. Ralph nodded, transfixed on the tantalizing view she was giving him of her body as the zipper continued further and further south until it stopped at her pelvis. Kira stepped away from him, tail twitching excitedly as she curled her claw and signaled him to come to her.
Ralph, who had until now been nearly comatose in his astonishment, rose from his seat immediately. His boots and flight suit were on the ground in seconds. The warm air caressed his fur. Ralph had never been naked like this before. With a female, yes. In the back of a military aircraft 10,000 feet in the air? Definitely not! Kira watched him excitedly as he advanced toward her, backing away teasingly until her back met the tall surface of the rearmost container. Ralph had a look in his eyes that Kira had never seen before in their time working together. It sent thrills of pleasure up her back to see him advance on her like a man freshly emerged from the desert that thirsted for water.
"That's right pussy cat, come to me." She whispered hotly. Ralph eagerly complied.
The tiger pressed himself against her body and pinned her in place, claws slipped into her flight suit to caress over her sides as she had done moments before. Then they rose to the warm swells of her chest, thumb claws pressing over her nipples, a warm set of palms touching her body that made her lungs gasp. Kira closed her eyes. Ralph pressed his lips to hers, letting her taste and in turn be tasted. She kissed him back, purring enthusiastically at the new side she'd unleashed. Ralphs claws slipped away from her breasts to the neck of her flight suit and peeled it away from her shoulders. She joined the Technical Sergeant in his primal, naked glory; material designed by the United States military slipped away, encouraged to fall by the lusting paws of her higher ranking partner.
Eventually the tiger broke the kiss. His eyes opened to examine the beautiful creature before him: a spotted feline predator heretically different from him, but matched precisely in thought and desire. Now that Kira had touched him, awakened his senses, he was eager to please her as well. The cheetah looked in his eyes and flashed another sultry wink. Then Kira turned her back on him, letting the curves of her body meet his eye. She placed her paws squarely against the container, curled her spotted tail around his leg and growled mischievously. The sound sent shivers up Ralphs spine.
While the plane cruised thousands of feet above the earth, the tiger took position behind the cheetah. Ralph gently pulled Kira's tail away and let his own wrap around it instead. The two designs clashed wonderfully together as their tales twined. Ralph wasted little time and pressed his tigerhood against her sex. He guided his cock into position and once the head pressed gently against Kira's moist lips he pressed against her. Kira and Ralph both growled in ecstasy as her cunny lips parted. He slipped further and further inside, his breathing becoming labored again as her slick warmth engulfed his cock. Kira moaned and writhed against him, loving not only the snug fit of his meat stretching her insides, but the wonderful tickle of every tiny barb raking across the sensitive walls of her vaginal tunnel!
"Ooohhhhh! Yessss...just like that. Go all the way in and fuck me Ralphy!" Kira commanded. Her voice dripped with lust and Ralph, hilting his cock into her tightly clutching sex, eagerly agreed.
Ralph started thrusting, taking his time and moving with short strokes inside Kira. His arms encircled her to hold her tightly against him; one arm snaked around her waist as the other remained massaging her tit. The two predators ground and pressed against one another, eagerly accepting the pleasure their lovemaking created. The idea of having sex in the back of their C-130 in the middle of a mission, with three pilots up in the cockpit completely oblivious to their naughtiness, was too delicious to ignore. How much trouble they'd get in if someone were to come back here, yet that was what made it so exhilarating to do!
Gentle thrusts between the two big cats soon turned rough. Short controlled strokes became hard, fast and frantic. Kira growled and moaned, eagerly grinding and thrusting against the tiger as he screwed her harder and harder. Ralph breathed his partners name, whispering "Kira...Kira," as he felt her vaginal walls begin to tighten around him, to which Kira growled his name in return accompanied by "Harder Nngh! Fucking make me cum with your barbed cock!"
They pounded against each other for ten solid minutes before either partner reached their peak. Kira's body began to tighten in anticipation. Warmth started to spread form the pit of her stomach which radiated into every bone in her body. "Fuck! Yes! Just like that! Goddess -pant- I'm cumming!" Ralph heard her cries, but even he was caught unprepared as she clamped tightly around his penis! Her body erupted in a glorious orgasm. Kira's pussy savagely milked Ralphs cock, trying to draw the cum from his balls. Ralph threw his head back and roared as he coasted into his climax as well. His cock pulsed once, twice, then exploded! Rope after rope of sticky white cum blasted from his cock and painted the walls of her pussy, while the barbs adorning his shaft flared in all directions. Each little spike dug serenely into her flesh, heightening her orgasm until she screamed right along with him!
"OH GODDESS KIRRAAAA!"
"YES! YES! FILL ME UP! SHIT THAT FEELS SO GOOOOOD!"
Ralph and Kira ground against each other. Kira, impaled on Ralphs cock, while she maintained a vice grip on him in turn, panted quickly. They were both out of breath and nearly delirious with pleasure. Both of their knee's shook from the effort to stand, which was made far more difficult whenever they moved. His barbs and her tightly gripping puss sent spikes of pleasure into their bodies with the slightest shift.
Eventually the two lovers calmed down, gently dropping from their shared zenith. Slowly, ever so slowly, Ralph removed his cock from Kira's snatch. A dribble of cum, both his and the spotted felines, oozed from between her lips. The smell of sex surrounded them and clung to the air, filling their noses with the scent of their naughtiness. Kira eventually sat down on the crumpled pile of her flight suit, smiling, and looked at her watch.
"Wow," she remarked placidly, "that's twenty minutes down...What would you like to do next, Ralphy?"
Ralph who, by the time she asked, had settled next to her on the floor. He thought for a moment, then turned to Kira and whispered something into her ear. While he explained what he wanted his claw slipped between her thighs and dipped deeply between her slick, juicy puss. Kira arched her back with a moan and turned to Ralph with a bemused expression. He looked back and, for the first time, returned her smile with a gorgeously coy grin of his own.
"Well...I think flying with you from now on will be VERY entertaining." She winked impishly and curled her tail around his once again before adding, "See? I told you I'd get you to smile!"