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The following story is a work of furry fiction and may contain acts of yiffery between furs of the same sex and various species. If you are offended by such things or they are, heaven forbid, illegal in your area then feel free to depart. Or at least be sneaky about it. Otherwise read on and enjoy.

Stress Leave 6 - Holidays (Part 1)

©Jonathon "CJ" Ford

The weather was finally starting to cool down a bit as summer began to dissolve into the early days of autumn. It had been about a month since John and Linda had come to visit, and since they had left Travis and Tym had been working their respective tails to the bone. Travis' studio had never been so busy and Tym was finding it down right exhausting trying to help out his mate in the studio and keep up with things at his decorating business at the same time. Every day after finishing work Travis would come into the house thread his way through to the kitchen and make himself a cup of coffee, and as he sat there leaning on the counter waiting for the kettle to boil the pair of airline tickets would stare at him from the door of the refrigerator. The thought of the holiday was a welcome distraction at the end of a hard day, and over the last month both he and Tym had been working hard to set things in place so that they could get away.

It was a real mission to get everything organized for the two weeks that they were going to be away. Jeff, a good natured, soft spoken lion and their next door neighbor, had agreed to watch over their husky for them. Tym had been working hard to finish a couple of final projects at his decorating firm, and now that the end was in sight for those, he was able to organize two weeks off. He came home and told Travis the dates and then Travis cleared his schedule for the same time, organizing a vixen that he'd gone through college with to run his studio for those two weeks. Finally they had a date to look forward to.

The next day after work Travis lifted the handset of the cordless phone and dialed the number that John had left with the tickets for him. After dialing the number Travis listened as the call was placed. A few moments later the line rang. After two rings a young female voice with a decidedly British accent answered the other end of the call. "Welcome to World Regional, this Janet." She said politely.

"Good morning Janet," Travis replied, "I was hoping to speak with John Gledfern if he was available please?"

"One moment sir and I'll see if he's in." Janet replied, before placing the Coyolf on hold.

Instead of hold music Travis was subjected to listening to the various specials and deal that World Regional had running at the moment. Fortunately he wasn't waiting long before the line picked up again. "I'll just transfer you through to him sir."

"Thank you." Travis managed to get out before the line began to ring again. It rang a few times before being picked up again.

"John Gledfern." The wolf on the other end of the line said.

"Good morning wuffie." Travis said smiling to himself.

"Hello coyote," John replied, "Good to hear from you. So how are things with you and the Jackal?"

"Tym and I are doing great wuffie. In fact things have never been so busy since you and Linda were here. Anyway Tym and I have finally been able to arrange for two weeks off to come down and visit you. Thanks for those tickets too by the way, you really shouldn't have."

"Pff, nonsense. I missed sending you something last Christmas and your last two anniversaries. Besides it's been far too long since the two of you had any real time off."

"Are you trying to spoil Tym and me wuffie?" Travis said with a mock stern voice.

"What ever would give you that idea?" John replied, grinning to himself, and working hard to suppress a giggle.

"You always were silly wuffie."

"And you wouldn't want me any other way my dear Coyote."

"Ehh, I suppose your right about that," Travis said giggling slightly, "Anyway we're all set to fly out on the 20th of next month."

"Great. Linda will be so happy to hear that and we can't wait to see the two of you again. I'll make sure that everything's set up for you."

"Thanks wuffie. Give my best to Linda."

"I will. And say hi to Tym for me."

"I will." Travis said before pressing the button to end the call and replacing the handset on its charging station.

It was just after six in the evening when Tym arrived home from work. Travis was sitting in the living room in his favorite chair. "Hey puppy." Tym said as he walked up behind him and give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek over the back of the chair. "You call John today?"

"Yep. He said to say hi and I told him the days that we were coming. He said that he'd make sure everything was organized, what ever that means. But anyway he said they can't wait to have us." Travis grinned, realizing the double meaning.

"You silly Coyote." Tym said giving his mate's headfur a ruffle before heading to the kitchen to get dinner started.

Over dinner the two talked about all the things that they wanted to do and see in the two weeks that they had to spend with their friends. Not to mention what they were going to need to pack for the trip. The three weeks until their departure date seemed to just fly past as Travis got his replacement up to speed on how everything in his studio worked and where everything was kept. Tym worked furiously to get his last few projects finished. Before either of them knew it the date of their departure was just two day away.

Tym went over everything one last time with Jeff, making sure that the lion had John and Linda's phone number in case anything happened or if he had any questions. Jeff smiled and told the Jackal to stop worrying so much and just enjoy their time away, ensuring him that everything would still be there when they got home.

Travis called one of the airport shuttle services and arranged for them to be picked up at their door and dropped off at the WRX departure area. Since they were going to be back in two weeks he elected to get return tickets rather then one way since it saved about thirty buck for each of them. It still wasn't exactly cheap, but it beat the hassle and huge overpricing of SFO's long term parking. Not too mention that his Jeep would be much safer in their garage then in some multi-level parking facility. With the transport to and from the airport taken care of and John's word that he'd have everything at the other end of the ten hour plane ride taken care of, Travis went and pulled both his and Tym's matching suitcases from the storeroom in the garage. Pulling one and pushing the other he maneuvered them both into their bedroom. He unzipped them and let them air out, opening a window to get some additional air moving through the room.

The next morning neither one of them could sleep in. Travis lay in bed looking aimlessly at the ceiling, while Tym had his muzzle resting on his shoulder. Tym's paw toyed with his mate's chest fur idly as he lay, still sort of half asleep. Travis skritched the back of Tym's neck and around the base of his long ears softly. Tym murred softly and shifted to give his love a better angle to get right into the places he liked most. Travis smiled and continued to work his jackal's ears, working from his ears to the nape of his neck and back in a slow rhythm. Travis was lost in his own mind as he played with his mate's fur that he didn't notice his mate's paw slowly working its way down his chest to his tummy. Didn't notice that is until one of Tym's claw tips traced around the edge of his bellybutton, exciting a giggle from the coyolf. As Tym skritched his way past his bellybutton Travis' breath caught for a moment and the paw flexed, curling his claw tips through the fur at the base of his mate's skull and dragging them softly across his skin for a moment. The sheet showed the outline of Tym's paw as it settled on top of his love's furry sheath. Gently Tym pressed his paw against his mate's cock through its furred covering. Travis moaned softly and let his neck relax as his sheath began to fill out under his mate's expert touch. As his sheath started to fill out Tym's paw encircled it, slowly running his paw gently over the still hidden meat, using the sheath for added stimulation. Travis moaned softly as his maleness continued to harden. Slowly the tip of his ebony member started to poke out of its home, getting covered then re-exposed with every stroke of Tym's paw. Travis started to pant softly as he groaned in pleasure. Inch after inch slowly slipped from his sheath Tym smoothly switched to stroking the black shaft, stopping just before the still unformed knot at its base. When Tym figured that his mate had had enough of his teasing he slowly slid down under the covers, dragging his mate's paw along with him.

A shudder ran up and down Travis' spine when he felt Tym's warm moist breath caressing the tip of his cock. The warm air was soon supplemented by the wet embrace of his loves tongue. Slowly Tym slid his tongue across the tip of the black maleness, licking it tenderly before wrapping his tongue around the head. Travis moaned in pleasure and his paw tightened around Tym's ear. Slowly Tym took the tip into his maw, letting his strong tongue slide down the sensitive underbelly of his mate's cock. Travis moaned and whimpered at the teasing that his mate was giving him. Tym closed his muzzle around the ebony member just at the top of the sheath, preventing his mate's knot from slipping out of its furry home. He held the member in his muzzle, running his long tongue over and around all of its curves, caressing it in all of the most sensitive places. Travis' paws slowly griped and relaxed on the back of Tym's head and around the base of his ears.

Tym started to bob his head slowly along his lovers cock, curling his tongue around it to tease him more. Pre dribbled from its tip, pooling at the base of his tongue, only to be quickly swallowed as the advancing cock tip squeezed the nectar to the jackal's waiting throat. Tym's left paw slowly encircled end of the white sheath that tickled his nose as he reached the bottom of each stroke, preventing the still forming knot from popping free of its ever more confining prison. Above him through the sheet he could hear Travis' panting and soft whimpering as his knot stretched the skin of his sheath a bit tighter, and the sensitive nerves on the belly of his cock were tickled by that subtle tongue. Tym's right paw slowly snaked its way down through Travis' white furred thigh and down to the base of his tail, which if it hadn't been pinned by Tym would have been thumping the bed furiously. A clawed digit slowly traced its way around the edge of the pink tailhole before lightly running directly across it. Travis' muscles went rigid as the light touch sent shockwaves of please through his system. The stimulation was finally getting to be too much for the coyolf as pre flowed freely from his prick. Tym could feel the change in his mate's breathing and released his grip on the thick sheath. The confined knot instantly popped into the open air only to be engulfed a moment later by Tym's muzzle. The sudden change in state was almost enough to push Travis over the edge, and just to make sure Tym choose that moment to press his finger into his loves pulsing tailhole.

Travis' back arched off the sheets and his grip tightened on his mates ears as his cock jumped and pulsed in his mate's muzzle. Rope after rope of his spunk hit the back of Tym's throat. He swallowed quickly, drinking down every drop of his lover's gift to him. Travis' tailhole became like a vice around Tym's finger as he came. Finally the torrent of seed slowed to a mere dribble, and Tym slowly slid his muzzle up the length of his mate's spent cock, making sure that none of his seed was wasted. By the time he gave the oversensitive tip a last cleaning lick Travis lay exhausted and panting heavily on the bed, his eyes glassed over in afterglow.

Travis had since let his paws slip off his mate's ears as Tym's head reemerged from below the covers. Slowly he moved over top his love, looking down into his eyes before giving him a kiss on the nose and relaxing across his chest. They both just lay there, relaxed and contented for a few minutes before Tym finally lifted his head off his mate's slightly moist chest, "I think we should probably get up at some point. And now that I've had dessert I want breakfast." He said smiling down at Travis.

"Yeah, and we still need to get packed and have a shower." Travis replied lifting his head and craning his neck a touch to kiss his mate on the muzzle.

Tym slid from a top of his mate, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek as he got out of bed. Travis lay on his back in bed for another minute or so before tossing the sheet off and padding after his mate towards the kitchen. By the time Travis rounded the corner at the end of the hall Tym already had the morning coffee brewed and the first few pieces of toast in the toaster. Travis gave his mate a quick hug as he passed behind him and poured himself a cup of coffee and headed out to get the paper. By the time that he returned with paper under one arm and his coffee in the opposite paw, Tym had breakfast ready for them.

They settled into their seats at the kitchen table and started to tuck into their breakfast. Tym lifted a warm pop tart from the plate in the center of the table and started to nibble on the crispy pastry. "So what do you think we should pack for this trip?"

"Well," Travis said laying aside the paper and pulling a piece of toast from the pile before him, "I think some long pants, but mostly shorts and short sleeves."

Tym nodded and continued to munch the pop tart in his paws. Not much else was said over breakfast as they both sat around. After finishing breakfast Tym quickly cleared the table up as Travis headed off back down to the bedroom to make the bed and get their suitcases up on the bed so that they could get them packed.

Travis had just finished making the bed and was about to lift the first of the two suitcases when Tym padded up behind him and gave his tail a playful tug. Travis yipped as his mate teased his tail. With the bags on the bed ready to be packed Travis turned and pounced Tym, forcing him back and into the bathroom. Once there Travis closed the door behind him as Tym turned on the water in the shower. When he turned around again Travis had his boxers off. Tym could help but grin as he took in his mate's body. He'd been working out the last few months and it was starting to show. The water didn't take long to come up to temperature and as steam began to roll over the top of the shower door Tym was also shedding his briefs. Now it was Travis' turn to admire his mate. Tym never worked out, just taking the opportunity to do a few laps in the pool every now and again. Then again he never had to. He had a ridiculously high metabolic rate so he always had a nice trim figure, of which Travis was ever grateful. Whenever their schedules allowed it they always showered together. Mainly just as a way to spend time with each other, time to enjoy and appreciate the body of their love. As always the shower was a long one as jackal and coyolf scrubbed and rinsed each others fur paying special attention to certain places. After the better part of an hour under the streams of hot water Travis reached around Tym's waist and turned off the water. They squeezed most of the excess water from their fur before Travis reached out and over to the shelf, pulling both Tym and his towels from the rack. Travis handed Tym his towel before stepping out of the shower and briskly drying his fur. Tym on the other hand stayed in the shower and gently rubbed the towel over his fur to get the majority of the remaining water before giving his fur a good tussle to get it dry the rest of the way. Travis hung his towel on the hook on the back of the door to let it dry and padded back into the bedroom to retrieve his brush off the nightstand. The majority of his fur was short enough not to really worry about tangling, his tail and headfur on the other hand needed to be brushed out thoroughly or they would become a terrible mass of painful knots. Tym also lifted his brush, but from the bathroom counter, and began to brush out his headfur and the little tuft at the end of his long tail.

Once they were both satisfied with the condition of their fur they got dressed. Tym opted for a loose fitting button down shirt and one of his older, comfy pairs of shorts. Travis went with a snug black tee shirt and some faded blue jeans. Now that they were both nice and dressed they decided to get started packing.

Most of the rest of the morning was spent in the bedroom or bathroom gathering up all the things that they wanted to pack and then trying to get them folded in such a way that everything would fit into the suitcases. But finally they managed it and they got the bags closed and put the little safety padlocks on them. Their carry-ons also got the same treatment, with the packing of a good book or two and a few other items that they wouldn't be using before they left for the airport in the morning. Once they had finished packing everything except their toothbrushes and whatever else was going into their toiletry bags Tym trotted off to the kitchen to make some sandwiches for lunch. After they finished lunch and now that they'd packed everything they could until tomorrow Travis decided that it would be a good opportunity to go and see a movie. So after everything was put away the pair jumped in Travis' Jeep and headed off into Sacramento.

When they got to the cinema Tym picked out a movie that they hadn't been to see as yet. Travis got the tickets as Tym headed over to the snack bar to get some popcorn. Meeting up at the entrance to the bank of screens, Travis handed their ticket to the otter that was standing there checking tickets. The otter looked at the tickets and tore the stub off before handing them back and giving the pair directions to their movie.

In the movie, Travis and Tym picked a pair of seats that were more towards the back of the theater. The seats in this theater had the special advantage of being able to raise the armrests between seats, so as the lights dimmed and the film began to roll Tym snuggled up close to Travis, resting his head on his mate's shoulder and taking a pawful of popcorn and started munching away. All through the movie Tym nuzzled and snuggled his coyolf while Travis idly skritched his headfur with one paw and continued to deplete the bag of popcorn with the other. As the movie ended and the few other furs that were in the theater started to filter out of the still dimly lit room, Travis and Tym stayed in their seats as the end credits rolled just making the most of their cuddling time. Finally the house lights came back on and the light returned to a normal level. On the drive home they took the time to chat about what they liked and disliked about the movie, coming to a consensus that it was a reasonable film but not one that they'd necessarily go and see a second time.

Since it was getting on towards dinner time they decided to head over to Travis' old workplace at Chevy's for a bite to eat before heading home. The vixen behind the counter recognized him instantly and waved a paw at them as they approached. "Heya Travis, how ya doing?" She said.

"Can't complain Robyn, so who's on tonight?"

"Well," Robyn said as she checked her chart, "There's a new guy in section three, and everyone else you already know."

"Better put us in his section then." Travis said with a bit of a grin and trying to suppress a giggle.

Robyn didn't bother trying and giggled to herself as he marked down both of them on the booking form. Being a weeknight things weren't very busy, so it wasn't long before Tym and Travis were sliding into their seats in one of the restaurants many booths. It wasn't long before a river otter in his mid twenty's strolled up to the table and pulled a pad from the pocket of his serving apron. "Good evening," he said with a smile, "My name is Rhys, can I get the two of you anything to drink to start out with?"

"Well I'll have a peach ice tea." Tym said.

"And I'll have a raspberry ice tea." Travis added with a smile.

"All righty then I'll be right back with those for you." Rhys said as he finished jotting a note on his pad. He turned and padded off to the bar, his strong Mustelid tail swinging slightly behind him as he walked.

Travis eyed him as he moved away. "What do you think of him so far hun?"

"I think he's cute, but you know I've never been much of an otter person."

"Yeah I know. I think he's cute too, but not as sweet as you." Travis said giving his mate's paw a squeeze. "I think he's straight as well, but I think he's going to be good at the job."

Tym nodded as Rhys came trotting back up to their booth, drink tray in paw. "Here we go. One peach tea," he said lifting one of the tall glasses from the tray and placing it on the table before Tym, "and one raspberry tea for you." He said setting the other glasses in front of Travis. "Now would you two like to order or would you like another minute?"

"No I think we're ready to go." Travis said, before placing his order. Rhys finished penning the order on his pad before turning to Tym and taking down his order. After finishing getting the order he smiled and headed off to drop the order off at the kitchen and tending to the other tables in his zone. As they waited for their order Travis and Tym chatted about the flight in the morning and how much time they were going to have to allow to get checked in and make it through security. After about twenty minutes or so Rhys returned with their meals, carefully resting the plates on the table one after the other. "Enjoy your meals and if you need anything just ask."

Since they were both fairly hungry it didn't take them very long to get though their meals. Shortly after they finished Rhys padded back up to their table to clear things up and drop off the bill. Travis turned the slip of paper over and scanned down the list of items and numbers. "So what do you think hun?" he said after looking over the docket.

"I don't know. You're the former server. I think he did a pretty fair job."

"Yeah he did." Travis said before filling out the tip box and laying his credit card on the little tray along with the signed docket.

Rhys was back in short order to pick up the tray and process things, returning a minute later to drop the tray back off again. He paused before heading off to his next table, "Thanks for coming and you have a good evening." He said with a smile.

Travis smiled back as he lifted his card from the tray and slid out from his seat. He extended his paw to give Tym a paw up and soon they were on their way home for one last sleep before the semi-early start tomorrow.

Once they arrived back at the house Travis opened the door and fended off a happy pouncing from their husky as Tym went to the kitchen and put the kettle on for some tea. Travis made his way into the living room and sank onto the couch. Shadow, their husky, came up and placed his large fluffy head squarely in Travis' lap. His big amber eyes looked up and his pink tongue licked his nose as if to say, "Please give me a rub." It was something that Travis never could resist, and Shadow knew it. So Travis idly rubbed and scratched Shadow's fluffy head as he surfed through the channels on the TV and waited for Tym to finish making the tea. A few minutes later Tym padded in with a steaming cup in each paw. He settled into the couch and handed his mate a cup. Shadow realized that he had no chance at winning a battle for attention so he figured that lying right across the foot paws of his owners was as good a spot as any and settled in for a nap.

It was getting late in the evening and Tym had drifted off to sleep with his head against Travis' shoulder. Travis made his best efforts not to move and wake his sleeping jackal, though his arm had gone to sleep as well. He managed to ignore the tingling feeling and finish the last of his now barely lukewarm coffee. When the show that he'd been watching finished he reluctantly had to wake his sleeping mate, gently he used his free paw to rub and skritch the base of Tym's large ears. Tym shifted and his eyes fluttered open. He shuffled around and gave his coyolf a squeeze and a quick lick on his cheek. "What time is it?" he asked with a big yawn.

Travis peeked at his watch. "It's just after eleven thirty sweetheart. I think we should be getting to bed, it's a big day tomorrow."

Tym snuggled into his love's shoulder, "Yeah I think so too. You think we should let you know who sleep inside tonight?"

Travis looked down over the edge of the couch at the four paws and the slowly rising and falling chest of smoky grey and white fur of Shadow still sleeping on their feet. He grinned, "Yeah I think we should. Poor guy's gonna be confined to the back yard for the next two weeks so I think he deserves a bit of special treatment."

Shadow, sensing that he was being talked about, raised his fluffy head enough to look back over the edge of the couch at his two masters. He licked his nose and looked at each of them in turn with a questioning, why are you talking about me look. Before shuffling a bit and lying back down.

Travis leaned his head down on top of Tym's, before shuffling around to get some feeling back into his arm and down to he foot paws. Tym yawned and gave a big stretch before standing up from the couch. Shadow got up and gave his fur a good shake before sitting beside the coffee table to see who was going to put him out for the night. Much to his surprise they both started heading for the bedroom. Tym looked back over his shoulder, "You coming to bed Shadow."

Finally realizing that he was getting to sleep inside tonight Shadow trotted down the hallway. By the time he pushed his head through the bedroom door both Travis and Tym were already in bed. Shadow hopped up onto the bed and found a nice spot between them and flopped down to sleep.

It was just after eight the next morning when Travis was awakened by a cold, wet nose sniffing around his muzzle before a strong tongue licked his chin. The groaned slightly and rolled over before receiving another lick across the cheek. "Good morning Shadow." He said sleepily, getting a steady thumping of the sheets from Shadows tail in response to his name. Shadow whimpered slightly and a sleepy jackal paw reached up to scratch the fluffy head.

"I think someone wants to go out." Tym said without bothering to open his eyes.

"I think you're right." Travis replied with a yawn, fending off Shadow's tongue as it attempted to invade his muzzle. Travis rolled out of bed and had hardly taken a step before his legs became entwined with grey and white fur. He had to put one paw against the wall and the other caught the bed to prevent him from tumbling to the floor and taking his puppy dog along for the ride.

After getting back to his feet again Travis made his way down to the back door and slid the door open before Shadow bolted between his legs and down the back steps. He left the door open so that Shadow could come back in when he felt like it. Back in the bedroom Tym was up and in the adjoining bathroom brushing his teeth and getting the last of his things packed into his toiletry bag for the trip.

Travis slid up behind his jackal and gave him a quick squeeze before pulling his own toothbrush from its holder and spreading a layer of toothpaste, started on his own teeth. Tym gave Travis' tail a playful tug before heading off to the kitchen to get breakfast started. In the kitchen Tym found Shadow on his back with his paws in the air having a nap. He stopped in the door frame for a moment and smiled down at his pet before stepping into the kitchen and waking Shadow as he sidestepped him and pulled a fry pan from the cupboard.

By the time that Travis finished brushing his teeth and getting his toiletry bag packed and put away in his carry-on the smell of breakfast cooking was drifting in from the kitchen. Travis followed his nose to the kitchen table, where Tym already had a sizable stack of pancakes and some nice freshly cooked bacon. Travis sank into his chair as Tym placed the last batch of pancakes on the pile in the center of the table and slipped into his chair. Tym had pulled out a travel book on Hong Kong and was browsing through it as he steadily munched his way through pancake after pancake and a few pieces of bacon. Every now and then he'd stop to read out a passage or an interesting factoid to Travis. There was a brief history of World Regional and the development of Chek Lap Kock airport, in the infrastructure section that Tym read aloud, even though his mate was concentrating more on his breakfast at that point. After the pair of them managed to steadily make their way through the pile of food Tym went to get up to clear the table but Travis beat him to the punch, so the jackal relaxed in his seat and nursed a second cup of coffee while Travis put everything either away or in the dishwasher.

"What time did you organize for the shuttle to be here hun?" Tym called from at the table.

Travis leaned over form his position near the sink to check the time that he'd scribbled on a post-it and stuck to the ticket envelop. "He's supposed to be here at six. And we have to be checked in by nine so three hours should be plenty of time." The coyolf replied before going back to rinsing out a steel mixing bowl.

"Ok then. You got everything sorted out in the studio and darkroom?"

"I just have one or two things to finish up and then I'll give the darkroom a bit of a clean up so Karen can find everything."

"Good. So I can have the car to go and sort a couple things out at the office then?"

"Sounds fine to me." Travis said wiping his paws dry before heading back out into the living room. He stepped up behind his mate and draped his arms over his shoulders, "Just make sure that you are home in time for us to have a shower before we go to the airport. I don't think anyone besides me wants to be sitting next to a sweaty jackal for ten hours." He said with a grin before planting a kiss on his mate's cheek.

"Ok I'll make sure that I'm home in plenty of time." Tym said, leaning his head over onto his love's arm.

Tym finished the last little bit of his coffee and put his mug in the sink before he padded back to their bedroom to retrieve his keys. Travis was just walking over to the studio when Tym pulled out of the garage and tooted the horn at him as he headed out the driveway and into the heart of Sacramento. Travis gave him a little wave before disappearing into the studio doorway.

It was about four o'clock by the time that Travis finished getting everything in his studio and darkroom organized, though he had taken a bit of a break to have some lunch and play with Shadow for a little while. Now Shadow was napping in the sunshine in the backyard as Travis made a pot of coffee and waited for Tym to get home. Both their suitcases were packed and waiting by the front door, their bed was made and everything for Shadow was organized. Travis had his clothes for the plane trip all laid out on the end of the bed. Tym's were folded up next to them. Travis was just about to drift off into his own thoughts when Shadow barked as Tym pulled into the garage. Travis looked at the clock on the wall, quarter past four. Well Tym had made it home with plenty of time to spare, giving them just that much more time to spend in the shower.

Tym stalked in from the garage and tossed his keys on the table and gave his mate a hug. "So you ready for that shower you promised me?"

Travis grinned as he got up from the table. He turned and gave his jackal a quick hug before half pulling him along to the bathroom. Travis turned on the water in the shower and started to disrobe. Tym tossed their clothes into the hamper, leaving them to be dealt with on their return. It wasn't long before wisps of steam began to roll over the top of the shower door, Travis slid the door open and swept his paw through the cascade of water to make sure that it wasn't at some unbearable temperature, satisfied that it was reasonable he hoped in closely followed by Tym's slightly larger form. With the door closed the combination of the water flowing around them and the steam rising up from the warm, wet tiles on the floor warmed their bodies quickly. Quietly they stood in each others paws just letting the falling water soak through their fur to the skin and get them all nice and warm. Travis had his chin resting on Tym's shoulder, his ears laid flat as the water rained down on his head. Just the warmth and contact of their bodies pressed together was enough to have both their maleness' peaking from their furry homes. Tym's paws rubbed down the small of Travis' back before wandering over his taut butt cheeks. Travis murred as he was pulled tighter to his mate and his shaft was trapped and rubbed against his lover's. Slowly Tym kissed Travis on the nose before sinking to his knees under the spray of water, dragging his muzzle through his mate's soaked chest fur until the tip of his hard coyotehood was mere inches from his lips. Travis' paws rubbed the backs of his ears as his strong and agile tongue slowly licked from the base of his prick along its sensitive underbelly to the very tip, then curling around it helped to guide the organ into the warmth of his waiting muzzle.

Tym locked his lips just around the head of Travis' cock causing him to moan and his grip on Tym's ears to tighten for a moment before resuming their massaging. Tym sucked hard on the sensitive head of his mate's prick while his tongue worked all over the tip of the organ, finding every subtle ridge and hollow every now and again brushing over the slit, the strong tip of his tongue penetrating it just slightly. Tym could feel his mate's knees quiver as his legs strained to not give out under the determined assault on his sex. He gasped and groaned as his mate expertly brought him closer and closer to release Tym knew how far he could push his mate before he would cum and he could feel that point approaching quickly. Just to put the finishing touches on things he slowly shifted his grip on his mate's ass, pressing a wet claw tip against his tight pink tailhole. With a little additional pressure the digit parted the ring and slipped in up to the second knuckle. The addition of his mate's finger wiggling around inside him was just too much for the coyote. He gasped his muscles when rigid and his tailhole clenched around his jackal's finger. Tym knew what was coming, he felt his love's sack pull up close to his body and his shaft jerked as the first jet of coyote seed shot from the tip into his maw. Normally he would have just stayed and sucked his mate dry. But this time was different, he let the head slip from his muzzle as a second rope of cum shot forth, landing across the bridge of his muzzle. Tym leaned back as far as his mate's grip on his ears would allow letting his Travis' seed spray across his chest and neck. Finally Travis released his hold on the long jackal ears and grabbed the handrail to steady himself as the flow of seed from his maleness ebbed to a dribble. Tym leaned in and licked the last few strands of seed from the tip of his love's shaft, drawing a long moan from above him.

Tym slowly got to his feet, his knees a little sore from being on the hard tile for so long. Standing up he pulled Travis into a tight hug, rubbing his cum covered chest fur against his mate's. Travis moaned as his over sensitive prick was pressed against his mates warm, wet fur. "You know we still have to get clean and dressed before the shuttle gets here." Travis whispered.

Tym smiled and licked his coyote's cheek. "I didn't think you'd mind having one last round before we left."

"I never said that I didn't enjoy it. I was just making an observation." Travis replied before giving his mate a kiss on the nose and licking a bit of stray seed from around its edge, and reached around his mate to grab a bottle of fur shampoo. Travis squeezed some of the contents into his paw and started to work it through the fur on Tym's back as they hugged. As soon as he'd covered every inch of the jackal's back in a rich lather he shuffled backwards pulling his mate under the water fully to let it rinse the sweet smelling soap from his fur. Tym broke the hug and lifted the shampoo from the ledge that the coyote had put it on. He squeezed a fair amount of the gel like substance onto his paw and started to work it through his chest fur. Travis did the same before they traded paws and worked the chest of the other until not an inch of fur was left uncoated. They rinsed the lather from their fur before giving it a good hit with conditioner and another rinse. After nearly an hour Tym finally shut off the water. Travis used his paws to squeeze most of the excess water from his fur before sliding the door open and grabbing a pair of towels. Once he was mostly dry Travis steeped out onto the little mat outside the shower door and gave himself a final brisk toweling before grabbing his spare brush and setting to work on his fur. Tym just finished drying himself and used his paws to smooth out his fur before heading out into the bedroom to retrieve a new pair of undies and to start getting dressed. Travis joined him soon after, his fur brushed to a smooth shine.

Travis lifted the pair of boxers that he'd put out on the bed and pulled them on. Tym buttoned up his long sleeve shirt before running his paws down his sides and front to get his fur to lay flat properly, before he sat on the end of the bed to pull on his dark blue jeans. Travis lifted his black patterned short sleeved shirt from the bed and slipped it over his head, getting his arms arranged properly before pulling it on completely. Lifting his nice black jeans from the bed he managed to get first one then the other leg in before pulling them on. Tym always found it amusing when Travis would wear long black pants, because without shoes it was hard to tell were the pants ended and his paws started. So there was the inevitable giggle as Travis did up the buttons around his tail, and gave a good shake to get his fur situated under his clothes. By the time that they had gotten all dressed, including Travis having his usual whinge about having to wear shoes just until they got on the plane it was almost time for the airport shuttle to arrive.

They both padded off down the stairs to give everything one last check to make sure that they hadn't forgotten. Tym walked through the lounge room in time to see the shuttle van pull into their driveway, "Hun, the shuttle is here. Can you get all the bags sorted and I'll make sure Shadow has enough food and water?" He called.

Travis trotted into the hallway and opened the front door just as the driver, a well muscled Bangle Tiger, slid out from behind the well. Travis pulled the two suitcases out onto the porch before leaning back through the door, "Tym," he called out, "Can you make sure to get my laptop from the table for me." He didn't wait for a response and turned to meet the tiger that was coming up the steps. "Evening," He said extending a paw, "I'm Travis."

"Nice to meet you Travis," replied the tiger with a slight accent, "The name's Ben. You want a paw with those?" Ben said pointing at the suitcases.

"Sure, thanks." Travis replied hoisting one of the bags and starting down the steps.

Ben lifted the second bag without much effort and packed it down the few steps and the couple paces to the back of his van. Travis was waiting patiently for him to open the back door, which he did without even setting the bag he was carrying down. He hoisted the one bag into the back, getting it situated before taking the second from Travis' paws and setting it along side. "Well is that the lot then?" Ben queried, his big paw resting on the edge of the door.

"Yeah, just my laptop case and my mate's carry-on and we're ready to go. Travis replied, looking back to the front door as Tym closed and locked it behind him. He had Travis' laptop case hanging from one shoulder and his own carry-on in his opposite paw as he padded down the steps.

"So we ready to go?" he said, smiling, as he approached his mate and the big tiger.

"Just waiting on you. But now that you're here I guess we can be off." Ben replied with a toothy grin.

"Good, let's get to it then." Travis said opening the sliding side door as Ben closed the rear door and made his way to the driver's side door.

Travis got in first and plopped down next to the window as Tym climbed in and closed the door firmly behind him. Ben slid back in behind the wheel and started the engine. "So you two are wanting the World Regional check-in at international yeah?" Ben said as they started out the driveway.

"That's right. How's traffic been today?" Tym said.

"Well let's put it this way. It's a good thing you aren't trying to get to Sacramento airport, cause traffic into the city is a real mess, something about a six car at one of the interchanges. The run into San Fran. shouldn't be too bad."

Tym nodded and relaxed into his seat as Travis pulled out his laptop to do a bit of writing while there was nothing to do and no scenery that he hadn't seen at least a hundred times in the last few months. Tym opened his book and picked up where he'd left off the previous afternoon. The sun was just setting before them as the little van headed into the gathering dusk and the ever brightening lights of San Francisco. After about an hour of steadily working on his laptop, Travis yawned and closed the screen. He placed the computer back into its carry bag and leaned his head against the window. The constant vibration and the rhythmic thumping of the tires on the joins in the pavement of the road did the trick of putting him quickly to sleep.

A change in the pitch of the vibration in the window and the increase in spacing between the thumps in the road dragged Travis from his light sleep. He yawned and stretched his back as the sweeping green light from the beacon atop the control tower passed the window of the van. "Umm, what time is it hun?" He asked trying, and failing to suppress another yawn.

"It's just after eight thirty. We made very good time thanks to Ben." Tym replied with a grin.

It was only a matter of a few minutes later that the van pulled smoothly to a stop beneath one of the glowing signs that shown with the World Regional logo and name. Tym slid the door open and stepped out onto the curb before Travis handed him both his carry-on and his laptop bag. Tym took the two bags and headed off to get a baggage cart from a nearby rack while Travis and Ben got the bags out of the back.

By the time Tym got one of the stubborn carts out of the rack and made his way back to the van through the veritable maze of furs going to and froe between the curbside and the various sliding or rotating doors allowing entry to the check-in and ticketing area, Ben had the bags sitting on the sidewalk. Travis put the two suitcases on the trolley that Tym had brought. "Thanks for getting us here in such good time Ben." Travis said.

"Not a problem lad." The tiger replied.

"Well thanks anyway Ben and drive safely." Travis said before handing him a ten dollar bill.

Ben smiled and thanked Travis again before hopping back into his van and heading off to his next job.

Travis hoisted the pair of bags onto the trolley and took over for Tym providing the motive force as Tym brought along their carry-ons. As usual the checking hall was absolutely packed with furs getting ready to check-in for their various flights around the world. The check-in line at World Regional's counter wasn't much different to the rest of the airlines in the hall, despite the fact that they had extra staff on to try and cope with the numbers. The queue wound its way from the counter through the variable tape barriers back and forth four times meaning that the line was about a hundred yards long. Travis sighed as they stepped into the line of passengers to start the slow journey to the front of the line. "It's a good thing Ben got us here early." Tym said. Travis nodded and leaned on the push bar of the baggage trolley as they waited for the line to inch forward another space.

They had only managed to move forward a few spaces in the last row of the line when a tabby cat in a WRX uniform started checking the tickets of passengers to ensure that they were in the right lines and to help with any general queries that furs might have, whether they were traveling with his airline or not. He stepped up next to Travis, "Good evening gentlemen," He said with a gracious smile, "Where are you off to this evening then?" he asked holding out his paw for there tickets. Tym handed the tabby their tickets. He opened the ticket wallet and scanned his way down the details. He closed the ticket wallet unclipped the nearest end of the barrier, opening it. "You two are in the wrong line." He said politely. "If you two would just follow me."

Travis pushed the baggage cart out of the line, Tym stepping out of line behind him. Both had a slightly confused look on their faces as they followed the airline representative down the row of check-in desks. They passed desk after desk until they reached the very end of the row. At the very last desk in the row there was no one in line and the twenty something looking vixen sitting behind the counter was just sitting in her chair doing little more then gaze at the throng of furs moving around in front of her. However when she saw her boss coming down to her station with a couple passengers she sat up in her chair and quickly got herself re-logged into the ticketing system. "Evening Janet." The airline rep said as they approached. "I need you to take care of these two guys for me please."

"Not a problem." Janet said as she took the ticket wallet from her boss and flipped it open on the desk in front of her. After a few quick key strokes she looked up at Travis and Tym. "Can I see your passports please?" She said politely. She smiled from her seat as Tym handed her the pair of booklets. Janet ran each of the coded stripes though the reader that was tacked to her desk beside her monitor. She checked all the details and assigned them their seats, a window and aisle, about midway through the cabin. "Just the two bags to check then?" she asked.

"Yes, just these two." Travis said lifting the first of the two bags onto the scale.

Janet printed the first of the two baggage tags, tearing off the cover from the adhesive tape and fastening it around the handle. Then she pressed the button to forward off the scale and onto the interconnecting belt to the main conveyor. Travis placed the second bag on the scale and Janet repeated the exercise before attaching the two claim receipts to the back of one of their boarding pass wallets before handing back both their boarding passes and passports. "There you go then. You two have a good trip." She said with a grin.

Tym looked at his watch as he passed Travis' laptop bag back to him and they made their way over the security and immigration. "I can't believe it. With all that line-up back there at the check-in it only took us ten minutes to get us checked in. But you can bet that the line down here at immigration is going to be longer then the one at check-in."

Travis nodded as they walked down the short connecting hallway to the immigration hall. And indeed Tym was right the line in the immigration area, although broken down into four separate lines, was much worse then the one up at check-in. Simply due to all the passengers, regardless of airline had to filter through here to get to security and then into the terminal proper and departure lounges.

They were just about to step into the que for the line that appeared to be moving the quickest, when a tall and heavily built brown bear strode up to them. He was dressed in World Regional colors and smiled down at them pleasantly. "Can I see your boarding cards please gentlemen." He was polite enough in asking, but his tone was that of an instruction rather then a question. Travis and Tym handed their passes to the bear, who looked at them quickly before handing them back. "Very good," he said as they took the passes from his massive paw, "Now if you would just follow me please." He finished before turning and again heading off down towards the end of the immigration area. A bit perplexed, but not wanting to cause any hassle, the coyote and jackal set off to follow the bear.

After a short walk the bear stopped and extended his paw down an empty line. The LED label over the booth scrolled across saying "Aircrew and Airline Assisted Passengers" in a rather pretty array of colors. Travis and Tym turned into the empty line with a confused look on their muzzles, the bear on the other hand just smiled and waved them off, before going back to doing whatever it was that he'd been doing before he spotted them. At the far end of the short cordoned off lane a well built and handsome tiger in a dark navy immigration officer's uniform waved them to come down. "Good evening gentlemen. Can I have your passports and boarding cards please." He said in kind voice that rather belied his stern features. Tym handed over the documents and the tiger quickly scanned the first of the passports into the system. He looked up at Travis, "Can I get you to look right into the camera here for me." He said, adjusting the angle on the camera with one paw while checking the image on his monitor was the required quality. Satisfied with the setup he pressed the enter key and the camera took Travis' picture. "Now I need your index finger on your right paw on the scanner for me please." Travis placed his paw on the counter with his required finger on the glass of the scanner. The tiger pressed the button to capture the image. "Ok now the same for your left paw thank you." Travis swapped paws and the officer completed the form for Travis. Once he finished with the passport he stamped it and placed it on his desk before scanning in Tym's passport. Tym got the same treatment as the tiger filled out all the required parts of the report before stamping Tym's passport and handing all the documents back to the jackal. "You two have a nice stay abroad," He said with a smile, showing a lot of very pointy teeth, "Now if you two see the lady rabbit on the far right of the security area she'll look after you there."

Travis nodded and smiled back before taking Tym by the paw and setting off down to the area the tiger had told them to go. The fur that they had been told to find wasn't hard to locate, a chocolate brown, slightly chubby, and obviously female lapine, in a police uniform was standing behind a podium watching the assembled throng of passengers mill about as they waited their turn in line. Travis approached her with a smile, which she returned, "Miss, the tiger down at the far end of immigration told us to come and see you." He said.

"Did he now." She replied in a soft tone. "Well then, can I have a look at your boarding passes please." Tym handed her the two cards, which she took and pawed over briefly before handing them back. "Just follow me sweetie." She said before heading over the to front of the x-ray conveyor. Travis took his little laptop out of its case and laid it in one of the trays provided, along with his wallet and keys. Tym placed his wallet and thin framed glasses in the tray as well before the rabbit officer stepped into the line and made a space for Travis and Tym to get in and walk through the scanning arch. The cutting in on the line drew a few annoyed groans and sighs from a few furs in the line, but a quick and very stern look from the rabbit made sure nobody thought it was a good idea to voice their feelings on the matter.

So after a grand total of perhaps twenty or so minutes Travis and Tym were standing inside the departure terminal, now all that was left for them to do was to kill the two hours that they still had until their flight was due to leave. Travis was just getting his laptop case situated over his shoulder again, when a Vixen with rust colored fur and a World regional uniform walked up to them. "I suppose you've probably been asked this ten times this evening, but can I see you're boarding passes please." She said with a smile.

Tym grinned and Travis returned her smile as they handed her their boarding cards. She looked them over for a second before handing them back. "Thank you very much. Now if you'll follow me I'll show you to the passenger lounge." She said before trotting off down the terminal.

Travis and Tym caught up with her quick pace after a few steps as the vixen weaved her way around furs in the terminal. After what was easily a block and a half they arrived at the frosted glass doors of World Regional business and first class passenger waiting lounge. The vixen held the door open for them as they stepped inside. When the doors closed behind them the hustle and bustle of the terminal outside was immediately cut off. Travis and Tym stepped up to the counter. A petite little mouse sat at a computer behind the desk and she smiled at the pair as they approached. "Good evening gentlemen and welcome to World Regional's passenger lounge. Can I see you're boarding passes please." She said extending a delicate paw. Travis handed over the cards and waited as the little rodent brought up their information on her computer. She confirmed everything on the cards before slotting them into a special sized sorting box. "I'll give you a call when it's time for you to head over to the gate. You can pick up your boarding cards at the desk here before you leave. Until then we have a very nice home theater setup here as well as full internet and wireless connections. So feel free to take in a movie or watch some TV while you wait. The bar is down the hall on your right from the main lounge and has just about anything you could ask for. Do enjoy your time with us here and if you require anything just ask one of the staff." She said with a warm smile.

Travis let his laptop bag down off his shoulder as he followed Tym down the short connecting hallway from the entrance to the main lounge. As they walked into the main lounge the space opened out, one wall being made up completely of picture windows that let in large amounts of natural light during the day. Now the last vestiges of the sunset were fading from the western sky behind the terminal, and the lights of the airport and aircraft flowed in, with the darkness of the bay beyond, save for the few ships and smaller craft that were moving about on the water. The heavy double panes and extra soundproofed glass removed all the noise of the outside world, leaving the traffic out on the apron to move and flow in seeming silence and organized chaos, all in a mass of flashing red and white lights from the aircraft and the sea of green and blue from the airport lights.

Since their flight wasn't due to board for just over an hour Travis and Tym decided to just sit, have a drink, and maybe watch a little TV. Travis opted for a nice coffee from the bar, while Tym settled for a large glass of juice. It didn't take long for the staff behind the counter to have their order ready. Travis went to reach for his wallet, but the slender otter behind the bar shook his head and smiled. "It's all part of the service for our passengers sir. There's no charge."

Travis was almost tempted not to believe the otter, since he wasn't used to this sort of treatment, but he decided better not to look the proverbial gift horse in the mouth. With their refreshments in paw Tym and Travis headed back into the main lounge and settled into a pair of the big comfy armchairs. Tym pulled his book from the outside pocket of his carry-on and opened it to the page where he'd left off. Travis on the other hand decided to take the opportunity to check his email one last time before departing.

Travis idly sipped at his coffee as he checked his email. After he finished with his email he managed to get a bit sidetracked in some web surfing loosing track of the time and the level of his coffee cup until he went to take a sip and got nothing for his efforts. So he just set the empty mug aside and went back to his laptop. I wouldn't have been but a few minutes later when the young mouse from the front desk walked up behind him. He was in his own little world to such an extent that he didn't hear her approach. The mouse placed a paw gently on his shoulder to get his attention. The sudden and soundless appearance of a paw that was far too small to be Tym's surprised the poor coyote greatly, making him jump in his seat slightly and let out a startled "Yip." Before he peered over his shoulder to see who the paw belonged to.

The young mouse smiled down at the coyote. "I'm sorry if I startled you sir, but your flight is going to be starting to board in just a few minutes so you should be starting to head to the gate." She said.

"Oh, thank you miss. You nearly gave me a heart attack there." Travis said after getting over his shock and recovering his ability to smile.

The mouse blushed slightly before heading off back to the front desk. Travis closed the open browser window on his laptop before shutting down the computer and getting it put away in its case for the trip. After a minute or so he was ready to go. Tym placed the laminated Australian five dollar bill that John had given him for a bookmark in his new place in the book before stuffing the novel back into the outside pocket of his bag. With their gear stowed away the pair headed down the short hallway to the front desk. The mouse behind the desk had their boarding passes ready for them when they arrived. She smiled as Travis lifted the pieces of paper from the counter, "Have a good evening and a safe flight." She said before Travis pushed the door open, letting the sounds of the terminal flood in.

Out in the terminal Travis could see their departure gate down the way a couple of gates. It didn't take long before the pair was turning into the gate lounge from the main walking area of the terminal. Their timing couldn't have been much better as the Hi-lo chime for an announcement sounded. "Ladies and gentlemen good evening, at this time World Regional would like to invite all those passengers traveling in business and first class on WRX flight nine six seven to Hong Kong to board the aircraft through gate number 38."

Travis and Tym strolled up to the gate and handed the jetway door attendant their boarding cards. The gate attendant quickly fed the cards through the reader that scanned the data off the magnetic stripe into the computer before handing the cards back to them. They smiled to the gate attendant as they headed off down the jetway. About halfway to the aircraft the jetway spilt in two, one walkway going up and the other continuing straight ahead, a sign directed passengers by their seat number as to which one to take. Travis and Tym took the later of the two options and continued down to the door of the aircraft.

At the door a vixen in a flight attendants uniform asked for their boarding cards. She quickly checked the seat numbers, "Ok, seats 5 A and B. Just go left here and then they are on your left about midway to the nose of the aircraft past the next bulkhead." She smiled as she stepped aside to let them pass up the aisle.

Travis and Tym headed up the aisle towards there seats, passing the business class bar and the limited number of business class seats that were on the lower deck of the aircraft. It didn't take them long to locate their assigned seats in first class, though their seats resembled clam shell halves rather then the traditional seats that one would expect to find on an aircraft. It took Travis a minute to locate the baggage bin, since it was strangely absent from overhead. Instead it was located beneath the seat, Travis quickly stowed his laptop case in the bin as Tym pulled his book out of his bag before stuffing it in the bin beneath his seat. Travis settled into his seat and looked out the window back to the jetway. He could just see the baggage trucks and other vehicles driving along the roadway under the walkway.

Tym pulled the passenger information card from the side pocket of his seat and started browsing through all the information that he expected to find, noting that the only available emergency exit was behind them. With his curiosity satisfied, he put the card away and pulled out the in-flight magazine and glanced through the table of contents. He found that the magazine had an article on the aircraft that they were flying on, since it was the newest model in the company's fleet. He opened the magazine to the appropriate page and started reading, though he mainly was just interested in the pictures of the various things. There were a couple of the cockpit, and some of the aircraft being built, but one picture in particular caught the jackal's attention. It was a picture of one of the first class lavatories aboard the aircraft. With his interest peaked he scanned the text on the page to find the portion that described the picture he was looking at. After a brief search he found it and started reading. He found it very interesting that this aircraft was the first commercial airliner to feature a shower in the lavatory, and that it carried enough water for every passenger in first and business class to have a twenty minute hot shower. He grinned to himself then gave Travis' arm a gentle nudge and turned the magazine so that he could see it. Travis, who had been making a comment about how big and comfortable the seats were, looked at the photo for a moment before figuring out just what his mate was grinning about, then he couldn't stop himself from grinning as well.

Travis was about to make a comment when a flight attendant strode up to their seats with a tray of glasses in her paws, "Can I interest you in anything to drink before we taxi?" she asked politely, leaning over to afford a better view of the contents of her tray.

The tray held a few glasses of red and white wine along with a few various juices. Travis looked at the contents before looking up at the flight attendant, "You wouldn't happen to have any white merlot would you?" he asked.

The flight attendant straitened up for a moment as she mentally ran through the various things that were stocked in the cabinets behind the bar. "You know I think that we might actually, give me a moment and I'll have a look for you." She said at length. "How about you sir," she said looking at Tym, "Anything you would care for?"

Tym looked at the glasses on the tray and reached for a glass of apple juice, lifting it from the tray with a smile and a nod.

The flight attendant then carried on down the aisle behind them and returned a few moments later with a tray containing a single glass filled with a blush colored liquid. Travis smiled and lifted the glass from its resting place on the tray, holding it appreciatively for a moment, "Thank you very much miss." He said before taking a sip of the chilled wine.

Ever so slowly the seats on the two decks of the Airbus began to fill around them, first class remaining largely empty. On the ground the baggage handlers loaded the last of the pallets into the holds, the loadmaster making sure that everything was in order before getting everyone out of the aft cargo area. On the upper deck of the loading truck the loadmaster opened the control panel and started the large door on its trip down. Carefully he monitored the door's alignment, making sure that a sudden gust wouldn't cause the door to catch halfway. As soon as the heavy door clicked into place he pressed the button to secure the locking catches that lined the door. After closing the control panel the loadmaster backed the truck away from the aircraft and tucked it back into its parking bay. With the aft baggage hold secured the loadmaster trotted back over to the forward hold to finish buttoning the aircraft up. With the forward cargo hatch secured and the loading cart on its way back to the parking area, the loadmaster headed up to the nose wheel well. He plugged in the jacks to the David Clark headset that rested on his neck. He placed the headset over his ears and adjusted the microphone to the desired position before pressing the button to call the flight deck, nearly three stories above. "The cargo holds are all closed up captain, and the fuel truck is just pulling away now." The loadmaster said. He waited for the captain to finish talking to him, "Thank you sir, and have a good flight."

On the flight deck the captain and the first officer continued with their pre-flight checks as they waited for the final passenger and cargo manifest to arrive from the dispatch office. As they waited for the last of the passengers to be boarded the first officer called up San Francisco clearance delivery and got their route clearance and initial departure instructions. As he received them over the flight deck loudspeaker he copied all the details onto his little note pad under his right paw, cross checking everything with the captain before entering all the details into the flight management computer with the scratchpad at his left paw. He finished copying in the data when there was a knock on the flight deck door. The captain looked over his shoulder, "Come in." he said.

A smallish panther opened the door, "Evening captain." He said, "I have the final load sheet and passenger manifest for you."

"Thank you." Said the captain, as he held out a paw for the folded slips of paper.

The panther handed over the pages, "Have a great trip gentlemen and we'll see you on the next run." Before he walked out of the flight deck, closing the door behind him. He padded down the stairs from the upper deck to the main deck and made his way to the still open passenger door, his earmuffs slapping against his thigh as he walked up to the flight attendant's station. "See you on the next trip gorgeous." He said to the slim little vixen that was manning the door. She smiled back to him as he stepped off the aircraft and manned the controls of the jetway. He retracted the canopy and slowly maneuvered the retractable walkway back into its parked position. He gave one final wave to the flight attendant before she pulled the aircraft door closed and he pulled down the sliding roller door and kicked the two locks into place. He radioed in that the jetway was secured and strolled back up the walkway and out the door onto the tarmac to his waiting car. In the car he pulled out his clipboard to find out were he was to go next.

The vixen at the main deck of the airbus locked the passenger door and lifted the flight interphone from its locking cradle and dialed in the code for the head attendant's station on the upper deck. There was a slight pause as a hi-lo chime sounded at the head purser's station and a little pink light came on overhead. Back on the main deck the phone clicked active, "Hi Paul, door 1L is secure." Said the vixen. She nodded to herself as Paul on the upper deck acknowledged that her job, for the moment was finished.

On the upper deck Paul, a cougar, waited until the walkway was fully retracted from his doorway before he pulled the massive door closed and rotated the big alloy handle over to the locked position. That done he lifted his interphone from its rest and dialed the code for the flight deck. On the flight deck a hi-lo chime sounded and the cabin interphone light lit up on the aft part of the communications panel. The first officer, a small clawed otter, lifted the handset from its rest on the back of the aisle stand and pressed the accept button. "Evening gentlemen," Paul said, "all cabin doors are secured, and we're ready to go."

The first officer hung up the cabin interphone and repeated the message to the captain sitting to his left. The nodded and pressed the push to talk button under the index finger of his left paw on his control column, "San Francisco ground, World Regional 697 heavy ready for start and pushback." He said calmly.

After a bit of a pause the flight deck loudspeaker came to life, "World Regional 697 heavy cleared for start and pushback. Pushback to face south." Was the reply from the ground controller sitting in the concrete tower halfway across the airport.

"Cleared for start and pushback, pushback to face south." The captain replied.

With a nod to his first officer the otter lifted the interphone handset and pressed to button for the ground station. After a brief delay the line clicked open, and the driver of the tug answered. "We're cleared for pushback, and it's push to face south."

"Ok, push back to face south. Brakes released." The tug driver replied.

The first officer pressed his brake pedals and let the park brake snap off before replying, "Brakes released."

Down in the big diesel tug the driver shifted his beast into gear and gently let the pressure off the clutch. Slowly and carefully he started the massive bulk of the Airbus back out of its parking bay. Today there were three of these massive planes parked side by side and it made things tighter then normal and just a couple of feet stray in either direction would mean two new aircraft out of service for weeks, a very large number of very pissed off passengers and one out of work tug driver. But for what must have been the tenth time today disaster was avoided and the aircraft was resting out on the taxiway while he uncoupled the aircraft from the tug and pulled the nose gear locking pin from its hole. He plugged his headset into the jacks on the nose gear and pressed the flight deck call button. "Tug's uncoupled and the nose gear pin is out. Visual on your left." He said before waiting for the response. Once he got it he quickly pulled the jacks out of their holes and trotted out from under the aircraft to a spot that the captain could see. He waved to the captain and held the bright orange ribbon of the locking pin above his head with both paws. He got an acknowledging paw wave out the window of the flight deck nearly three stories above his head.

He padded back to the cab of his aircraft tug as he listened to the whine of the engine's as the first of the big Rolls Royce's was brought to life. He climbed back into the cab of his tug and backed his way back to his parking spot under the terminal.

Back inside the passenger cabin Travis could tell that the engines were being started one by one, not because he could hear them, he was too far forward for that, but because the lights in the cabin went up a stage in brightness as the generators attached to each engine came online. He sat in his big comfy chair waiting for the pre-flight safety message to be played. He was starting to wonder when the message was going to start when a video monitor silently slid from a recess in the roof over the aisle next to him. As the message started to play the aircraft smoothly started its slow march to the end of the runway, around the maze of taxiways that made up San Francisco airport.

Travis had seen the safety message before so he only half listened to the information that was being played on the monitor about seatbelts and how to use the life jackets and so on. Most of his attention however was split between the myriad of light patterns that passed by the window and the occasional look around the rest of the first class cabin, which as he surveyed the rows of seats both ahead and behind he and Tym, was only about a quarter full. When the preflight message finished the monitor once again disappeared almost unheard into its fiberglass home. Travis snuggled back into his seat as the aircraft slowed to a halt to await a clearance to take-off. It wasn't long before the aircraft started to roll again, the view outside Travis' window panned around from the city skyline to the black foreground of the bay and the distant lights beyond.

After another brief pause Travis was pressed back into the padding of his seat as the brakes were released and the thrust from the four powerful engines was allowed to take hold of the aircraft. As they accelerated down the runway the lights at the runway edge began to pass by more quickly, then there was a slight thumping as the nose wheel parted from the grooved pavement of the runway. The aircraft turned over the dark of the bay, bringing the lights of the city back into view as they climbed ever higher. As the flight moved away from the coast and steadily gained altitude the lights of the city became smaller and smaller, eventually fading away altogether from the back of the window.

After about five minutes or so the aircraft climbed smoothly through ten thousand feet and the weather radar on the flight deck showed no signs of any turbulence for at least the next two hundred and forty miles, so the captain reached up with his right paw and flipped off the fasten seatbelt sign. There was a beep heard throughout the cabin as the overhead lighted signs extinguished. "Ladies and gentlefurs," came the captain's voice over the passenger address, "I'd like to welcome you all aboard World Regional airlines. We are currently passing fourteen thousand feet on climb to our cruising altitude of thirty-three thousand feet and we are anticipating a smooth run over the Pacific this evening. So I've gone ahead and switched off the fasten seatbelt signs, so feel free to move about the cabin, but we would ask that you keep your seatbelt fastened whilst you are in your seat. The cabin crew will be coming through shortly with the first drink service, so just sit back relax and enjoy the rest of the flight."

As promised the flight attendants were soon up and about getting everything in order for the drink service. The flight attendants pulled the four drinks carts from their storage areas and started their way down the two aisles in first class handing out drinks to the various passengers. When the two pairs of trolleys met in the middle of the aircraft the groups of flight attendants exchanged a few pleasantries before towing their respective carts back to their galleys and getting things ready for the upcoming evening meal service. About twenty minutes after they finished with the drinks run, the flight attendants had the meal carts all ready to go and were starting back through the cabin.

Tym and Travis decided what they would each have for dinner and got a refill on their drinks before tucking into their meals. Travis decided to watch one of the several movies that were on offer through the personal entertainment system as he ate his meal. About a quarter of the way through the movie both he and Tym had finished their meals and waited patiently for the flight attendants to return and collect the used trays. After another few minutes the crew had finished their dinners as well and so they started with the clean up. It wasn't long before the flight attendants had cleared the first class cabin, they quickly pushed the full carts back up to the forward galley, swapping them for new ones and heading back to take care of the forward section of the economy section. It took the better part of twenty minutes for the flight attendants to get their section of the cabin taken care of before they returned to the forward galley to get everything put away and locked up.

With the flight attendants busy up in the forward galley Travis opened the bin below Tym's seat and pulled his shower kit from their carry-on. Quietly he slipped out of his seat and down the aisle, passing the six or so passengers in the rows behind them, and slipping into the bathroom in the aft section of first class. Inside the bathroom the fittings were opulent, gold and highly polished brass covered what would have normally been dull brushed aluminum, and Teak veneers covered the ordinarily gray plastic cabinets and basin top. In the corner of the lavatory opposite then toilet, stood a wrap around screen made of a translucent material that very closely resembled glass but when Travis tapped the wall with the back of a paw the hollow thumping sound meant that it was a form of Plexiglas instead. The shower was about the same size as a normal aircraft lavatory and since, from what John had told him, was just enough room for two furs to have a good yiff. Being as it was a shower meant that there would be more room to move around and get comfortable, without such things as a basin or toilet getting in the way.

Out in the cabin Tym waited for a minute or so before heading after his mate. With the late hour and the meal service finished, most of their fellow passengers had their seats laid back into the bed position and were snoozing soundly as the aircraft sailed through the black night sky. The few that were still awake were too engrossed in their movies to notice his passing their alcoves. The flight attendants were still screened off by the dark blue curtain that kept excess light from leaving the forward galley. Quietly he stocked up to the closed lavatory door. The lighted lock showed that it was occupied. Gently Tym wrapped twice on the door before a quick pause and another two knocks.

The door lock clicked open and the door cracked slightly. Tym quickly slipped inside the dimly light bathroom before his mate quickly closed and relocked the door behind him. Tym had just taken a breath to say something to his mate when his black paws seized his arms and pulled him into a warm embrace, his mates muzzle meeting his own squarely in a quiet kiss. Tym tilted his head to the side slightly to allow for a better connection with his mate as they shared a passionate kiss, the silence only punctured by the distant humm of the engines. As they kissed their paws worked quickly, removing various articles of clothing that could be easily dispensed with in this position, such as belts, pants and underwear. Shoes weren't a problem because both had left them in the bins below their seats, dawning instead a pair of slippers that with a quick bend and flick were easily discarded. Annoyingly Tym had to break the kiss and the embrace to remove his mate's shirt, whilst his button down shirt was already halfway to the floor. He took a half step back as his paws bunched up the base of Travis' shirt, smoothly he pulled the bottom of his mate's shirt up exposing more and more of his chest, until he pulled the shirt right off the coyote, letting it fall to the floor and join the rest of their clothing.

With their clothes out of the way Travis opened the shower door and stepped inside the shower, since it was the largest open space in the bathroom and it had the most available pawholds. Tym stepped in closely behind his mate. He lifted the toiletry bag from the wash basin and removed a few essential items before zipping the bag closed and tossing it back into the basin. Tym set a bottle of fur shampoo and a bottle of conditioner on the little shelf that was recessed into the wall. He added a small jar of Vaseline to the contents of the shelf. While his mate was getting the necessary items arranged Travis set the water to what he thought would be a good temperature on the digital control panel. Tym slid the door closed and Travis pressed the button to start the water.

With the digital hot water system on the aircraft and the water being continuously heated as a part of the air conditioning system the instant the water began to cascade out of the head it was nice and warm, the silent yet powerful exhaust fan whisking away the steam from the shower. Travis turned his back to the shower head, his muzzle connecting unexpectedly with his mate's. They kissed passionately as the water soaked though their fur and warmed them. Their paws roamed up and down the other's body, Tym's finding purchase around his mate's ass cheeks, the firm grip on his cheeks caused Travis to moan softly into his lover's muzzle. Travis ran his paws down his jackal's sides and gently began to fondle his full sheath and balls. Tym murred into his mate's maw as they continued to kiss and turn slowly under the streaming mist of water. It didn't take much coaxing from his coyote before Tym's prick was standing at full attention. Without breaking their kiss one of his paws reached for the shelf and smoothly felt for the small jar of Vaseline that they always used for a lube in shower. After a brief feel around he found his intended target and twisted the cap off, the position of the jar on the shelf doing a perfect job of holding it still while the cap was removed. He dipped a paw pad into the jar and collected some of the slick cream. With his other paw he gently moved his mate's sodden tail out of the way before he pressed the glob of cream against his tailhole. The appearance of the slightly chilled cream on his tailhole, even though it was expected, caused Travis to break the kiss and gasp. He was soon moaning softly however, as Tym gently rubbed the lubricant around his pink tail star. Once the outside of his pucker was nice and ready Tym gently pressed his claw tip against the tight opening. Travis relaxed and groaned in pleasure as he felt his mate's digit slip into him. Tym gently pressed his finger in up to his second knuckle before gently massaging his mate's insides, spreading the remaining lube on his finger around at the same time.

Once he was satisfied with the job he'd done of getting his mate ready to accept his sizable package Tym took a half step forward, pressing his mate against the shower wall. Travis turned to face the wall, presenting his tail star to his loving mate as the water continued to mist around them. Slowly Tym leaned in against his mate's back, pressing the tip of his shaft against the lovely, pink anal ring before him. Travis closed his eyes and did his best to relax as the pressure on his tailhole steadily increased. He gasped as the head of his mate's jackal hood slipped inside him. Tym paused for a moment as his paws found their way around to his lover's sheath. Smoothly and slowly Tym started to paw Travis at the same time he started to press forward in time with his stroking, filling his mate with inch after inch of hard jackal meat. He continued to push forward until the tip of his sheath and unformed knot rested firmly under his mate's tail. Slowly he started to withdraw, pulling back until only the tip of his jackalhood was left inside. Tym started into a smooth rhythm of quick long strokes as he continued to paw his mate.

Tym's knot was beginning to form inside the tip of his sheath and he desperately wanted to get it out into the open and then thrust it deep within his mate, locking them together, but they didn't have the luxury of the time to wait for his knot to come down if they tied, so he fought the urge to let it out of its furry home.

Travis's knot was forming quickly under the expert touch of his mate's paw. Tym could feel the growing bulge in his mate's sheath and on his next downward stroke he continued down and over the knot, taking the sheath with him. Travis' knot popped free of its furry prison and immediately expanded in size. It was almost enough to make him cum right then, as he groaned in pleasure. Tym slowed his stroking to let his mate calm down for a moment.

The quick pace was taking its toll on Tym as his climax rapidly approached. His thrusting was starting to get more and more erratic as his pleasure built. Finally just as he was coming to the edge of climax he changed his tempo starting to thrust just the first few inches of his massive cock in and out of his mate's tail hole. Travis knew his lover was close and he squeezed his tail hole around his lover's thick meat. It was all that Tym needed to push him over the edge. He thrust the whole of his cock back into his coyote's insides, stopping just when his sheath hit the base of Travis' tail. Tym's balls drew up close to him as his shaft began to jump inside his mate. Tym seized the scruff of his mate's neck as his seed began to pour into his love's bowels. Jet after jet of thick, hot jackal spoo filled him.

Tym stopped stroking Travis' meat as he filled his ass with cum. Travis whimpered as his own erection ached for release, and his both his paws occupied supporting both him and his love, he was totally at Tym's mercy. Slowly Tym pulled his shaft from his mate's tail hole, the warm spray of water rinsing it as he did. Finally the tip popped out with a wet slurp, nearly inaudible under the shower. Tym released his mate's neck ruff and turned him around to face him, giving him a quick kiss on the nose before sinking to his knees and running his strong tongue up the sensitive underbelly of the coyote's maleness. Travis shuddered and his knees almost gave out as he steadied himself against the corner wall of the shower, with one paw holding onto each of the pawrails that ran vertically down the walls.

Tym left his nose hovering just above the tip of his mate's meat. He inhaled the sweet scent of his love's sex before he smoothly took he tip into his muzzle. He descended the length of the shaft in one smooth motion, curling his tongue around it as he went. Travis lent his head back against the shower wall as his jackal bobbed his head up and down his cock. After the paw job that he'd been given it wasn't going to take long for him to reach his peak. Tym pressed his tongue firmly against the sensitive underside of his mate's cock as he slid up and down its length sucking firmly on the tip before descending its length again. Travis let out a soft, low moan as he reached the edge of climax and tumbled over. His sack tightened and his cock jumped as his seed was pumped into his mate's waiting muzzle. Tym happily sucked the tip of the coyote's meat, swallowing all that he could get before licking the spent cock clean as he let it slip from his muzzle.

Now that they had finished with the business of getting dirty together, it was time to get on with getting cleaned up. Tym gave his mate a quick kiss on the nose before reaching around him and lifting the bottle of fur shampoo from the shelf. He squeezed some of the thick liquid into the palm of his paw, rubbing his paws together briefly before starting to work the shampoo all into the fur on his mate's back and sides. Travis rested his muzzle on Tym's shoulder and just enjoyed the attention that he was getting paid. Tym worked the fur on his love's body to a rich lather before taking some more shampoo and working it thru his chest and belly fur, paying particular attention to a few key area's, but not enough to get Travis excited again. The last area that Tym worked over with the shampoo was all down his mate's legs. Once he had finished Travis stepped under the spray of water from the shower head, letting the pressure rinse his fur clean.

Once Travis had all the shampoo suds out of his fur he took the shampoo bottle and started to return the treatment to his loving mate. Slowly and carefully Travis worked the shampoo into his jackal's fur, tackling the job in sections. Working on Tym's back first. As he worked the shampoo into a rich lather he took the time to give him a bit of a shoulder and neck massage. Tym lent his head forward, relaxing his shoulders under the care of his mate's paws, murring contentedly. Travis worked around his mate's sides, down his chest and tummy. Turning his tan fur a shade of white before letting him get all rinsed off. After all the evidence of their previous activities had been cleaned from their fur Travis and Tym went over their fur again with the bottle of conditioner that Tym had remembered to pack. After what was a good twenty minute shower Travis turned of the water with the push of a button and started to squeeze as much of the excess water from his fur as he could. He opened the shower door and stepped out onto the non-skid molded floor panels. A cabinet under the wash basin was stocked with freshly cleaned and neatly folded towels. Travis pulled the top one from the stack and pushed the door closed, finding that he didn't have to push very firmly at all to get the safety latch to click locked. They shared the one towel, since they were able to get most of the water out of their fur with a good squeezing. After they were dry Tym tossed the towel into a chute that was set into one of the walls, and lifted the one of the two combs that were in their travel kit. After a couple minutes of grooming their fur looked presentable again.

Travis cracked the door open and checked that it was all clear in the little aisle. With the exceedingly late hour most of the passengers were sleeping and all but a few of the crew had joined them. The few crew that were awake seemed to be up in the forward galley. Travis slipped out closing the door behind him as he headed back to his seat. Tym relocked the door and spent a minute getting everything packed back into the travel kit. Once he had everything back in order he headed back to his seat as well. When Tym got back to his seat Travis had a glass of water waiting for him. Tym downed the small glass and set the empty glass down in the mesh net pocket that was between his and Travis' seats. Travis pulled a pair of blankets from beneath his seat and handed one to Tym.

Travis lifted the remote for his seat from its rest in the side of the right arm rest and held down the button to recline the chair. The chair slowly wound its way down to the completely horizontal position. Travis shook his blanket out to its full size, letting it fall into place around him. When he pulled the blanket up around his chin his footpaws stuck out from under the end of the blanket. Travis tucked his knees up a bit to pull his feet in under the blanket, using most of the room that was available in the chair, come bed. Tym on the other paw had no problem with his feet sticking out several inches and soon he drifted to sleep. Travis lifted the window shade slightly and looked out into the black night sky. Off in the distance a thunderstorm flashed, he pulled down the shade again and closed his heavy eyes. He drifted off to sleep as the waters of the Pacific drifted past far below.

A few hours later Travis was awakened by soft foot falls coming to a stop next to him. His ears perked up and he opened a sleepy eye to see who was standing beside his and Tym's seats. One of the cabin staff, a young vixen, smiled down at him. "Good morning," she nearly whispered, "We'll be bring breakfast by in a few minutes and I have some arrival cards for you to fill out before we land."

Travis nodded and extended a sleepy paw from under his blanket to take the two cards for Tym and himself. The flight attendant smiled again before moving to the next row and continuing her way down the aircraft. Travis leaned over the small gap that existed between his chair and that of his mate. Softly he kissed Tym on the cheek in order to wake him. As his lips left his mates fur Tym's arms exited from under the blanket, and before Travis could react his mate's arms pulled him across and on top of him, holding him close as if he where a favorite plush that had gone wandering around the bed overnight.

Travis managed to somehow contain a startled yip as he was pulled across both seats. Travis grinned and slowly started rocking his mate back and forth rhythmically as he quietly called his mate's name. It had the desired effect as his mate slowly came out his deep sleep. Tym yawned quietly and his eyes fluttered open, he looked down at the top of his mate's head. Tym rubbed his mate's ears before looking down the rest of him and noticing the rather odd and undoubtedly rather uncomfortable position. Tym let go of his mate's neck and smiled as Travis sat up in his seat / bed. Travis twisted his neck slightly and was rewarded with a series of clicks as the vertebra sorted themselves back into place. He smiled down at his loving jackal, "They're bringing breakfast around in a minute or two and we have to fill out these things," he said pulling the arrival cards from the side pocket, "and you have the neater writing so you get to do them." He added with an evil grin.

Tym took the remote for his chair and moved himself back into the upright position so that he could get a start on the arrival cards. Tym managed to get about halfway through filling out both his and Travis' arrival card when the cabin staff came through with the breakfast cart. Tym decided to have the eggs and sausage while Travis had a nice omelet. Tym set the arrival cards aside while he and Travis ate their breakfast. Tym finished his food in reasonably quick time and sat back sipping at his orange juice while he waited for Travis to finish his meal and for the cabin staff to came by again and pick up the empty trays. Tym finished his juice and set the empty glass on the tray with the other containers, and after about ten minutes the flight attendants came around and cleared things away. Once everything was out of the way Tym pulled the arrival card back out of his side pocket and picked up where he'd left off filling them out.

Tym finished with the cards and placed them in the back of his book so as not to loose track of them. Travis settled back into his seat feeling contented after the nice breakfast, he put on his headphones and started to watch an episode of Mythbusters that was on the aircraft's entertainment system. They had barely gotten through the explanation of the main myth to be tested when the screen went blue and the words "Cabin Announcement" flashed on to the screen. Followed a second or so later by a voice through his earphones. "Good morning ladies and gentlemen, this is first officer Wolfpaw from the flight deck, we are just about to start our initial descent into Hong Kong and we are looking like being at the gate ten minutes ahead of schedule, thanks to some tailwinds through the night. Please ensure that you have your passenger arrival cards filled out and we'll update you further once we are a bit closer in." There was a slight click and then the screen in front of Travis returned to the show. Travis turned his attention back to the show in front of him as the big aircraft slowly started its long descent into Chek Lap Kock.

As the aircraft descended and maneuvered for landing the lights of Kowloon and Hong Kong came into view in Travis' window. Travis looked out his window at the growing area of lights it didn't take him long to find the harbor and not far away the green flash of the airport beacon atop the control tower caught his eye. Eventually the airport and harbor drifted out of sight behind the window as the aircraft was vectored around for approach. It wasn't more then a few minutes later that the voice of the captain was on the cabin speakers telling the cabin crew to be seated for landing. About five minutes later Travis was looking out the window as the end of the terminal building sped past, with a gentle shudder the bulky aircraft settled onto its wheels. Shortly thereafter all the passengers were pinned to their seatbelts as the reverse thrust from the engines took hold and the aircraft started to slow rapidly. After a few seconds the aircraft turned off the runway and the cabin crew undid their seatbelts in preparation for getting the cabin doors disarmed and open so that the passengers could either begin their holiday or business trip or even return home. It seemed to take an eternity for the aircraft to make its way through the maze of taxiways to the assigned gate at the terminal. World Regional had a number of gates that had been modified to take specifically the 380, with four walkways, two for the upper and two for the lower decks. Travis watched out the window as the first and then second of the walkways, with their operators standing in the doorway, slide past before the aircraft came to a gentle stop. The lights dimmed slightly as the engines were shut down, a chime sounded as the "fasten seatbelt" sign blinked out. Behind them the cabin staff at the door already had it open and were exchanging pleasantries with the walkway operators as the passengers gathered their belongings.

The first class cabin emptied quickly as the twenty or so passenger's, Travis and Tym among them, spilled out onto the front lower deck walkway. Travis yawned as they headed up the walkway into the terminal building. In the main building the pair followed the signs, and the rest of the passengers towards the baggage claim area. It was a fair hike, but they soon arrived just as the carousel that displayed their flight number started to turn. The first bags started to come up the conveyor from down under the terminal. A tri-tone chime sounded over the area loudspeakers "This is a page for passenger Travis Swink recently arrived from San Francisco on World Regional flight 697, could you please contact staff at the airline desk next to carousel six."

"Wait here and watch out for the bags sweetheart," Travis said to Tym, "I'll go and see what is going on."

"Ok hun," Tym replied, "Here take your passport in case they ask to see it." He said holding out the document in his paw.

Travis took the passport and gave his mate a quick peck on the cheek before heading off to find the airline desk somewhere down the hall.

While Travis was away Tym pulled their two bags off the carousel and set them on the ground. He was waiting for a few minutes before Travis came back into view with a rather handsome leopard trailing a half step behind him. The two of them stopped next to Tym and Travis introduced the leopard. "This is Stuart. He's here to show us through immigration and customs." Travis said.

"Good morning." Stuart said to Tym with a very British accent as he held out a spotted paw. "I hope you had a pleasant flight over."

Tym nodded and shook the offered paw.

"Right," Stuart said briskly, "You've gotten all your baggage then?"

"It looks like we have, yes" Travis replied.

"Great. If you'll just follow me we should have you two out of here in no time."

Stuart was good to his word as he steered them through the aircrew line at immigration and got them pushed to the front of the line at customs and quarantine. Once they were through all that Stuart pulled up, "Well this is where I leave you two lads. Have a lovely holiday here in Hong Kong and we'll see you again for the return trip."

Travis and Tym offered their thanks for all the help in getting out of customs in record time. Stuart smiled with his big pointy fangs and waved as he padded off to help someone else, somewhere in the airport.

Travis and Tym walked the last few feet out through the big frosted glass doors into the arrivals hall. Scores of families, friends, and business associates crowded around the railings waiting for their family, friends or whatever else to come through those doors. The place was a buzz with chatter in several languages as the pair surveyed the scene looking for a familiar face. After a brief search Tym saw a vixen dressed in a business suit that was holding a card with their names printed on it. Tym gave his mate a gentle tug on the arm before trotting off in her direction with Travis close behind.

They stopped in front of the young lady. Tym was a good foot taller then she and he looked down into her amber eyes with a smile before he introduced themselves. The vixen tucked the card under her arm and gave a slight bow. "If you gentlemen will follow me you are expected." She said in a soft tone, with an obvious Asian accent. She turned and started off down the terminal.

It took them a few paces to fall into step with the young fox as she weaved her way amongst the crowd, amazingly never even so much as brushing another fur as she walked. After what must have been two and a half blocks through the crowded terminal the trio turned onto an inclined walkway which lead over the ring road in front of the terminal and was connected at the far end to a very impressive and massive structure. Once they reached the other end of the walkway a big set of glass doors blocked their path. A giant restricted access symbol was printed across the seam were the doors met. Under it was printed black lettering which read, "World Regional staff only". The vixen took her pass card from her suit pocket and passed it just above the reader set to the left of the doors. The light blinked green and the doors parted silently. Quickly the vixen wedged her footpaw against the bottom of the door to prevent it closing and ushered the coyote and jackal through before removing her paw and stepping through ahead of the closing doors herself.

Inside the World Regional building Travis and Tym followed the vixen past the operations room. Travis glanced inside. The massive room was filled with furs of all sorts, from an artic fox or two, to some otters of various species, a few rabbits, and even a kitsune, all of them either sitting behind desks working on computers or to and fro-ing between desks to check on something. Down a short connecting hallway they came to an open sitting area with a pair of elevators on one wall. The vixen pressed the up button and turned to her charges as they waited for the car to arrive. "Gentlemen, if you please, Captain Gledfern is waiting for you on the sixth floor in the crew lounge. Just turn left when you get off the elevator." She said, finishing just as the arrival chime sounded and the elevator doors slid open. She pressed her paw against one of the doors to ensure that it stayed open as the two got in. Once they were inside she removed her paw and gave a slight bow as the doors separated them.

Tym pressed the button for the sixth floor and the elevator gave a slight bump as it started upwards. A few moments later the chime sounded and the doors slid open. Travis stepped out of the car first and held the door open for his mate. The left turn that their guide had mentioned was about ten feet down the hall. They turned left and followed the hallway until the reached a large wooden door, a small brass tag on the door said "lounge" so Tym opened the door and stepped through being careful not to catch his suitcase on the doorframe. Travis was close behind him, making sure that the door shut properly. In the large open space at least a dozen furs all dressed in pilot uniforms were sitting or standing around drinking tea or coffee or water or juice. One of the pilots spotted the two very out of place and somewhat stunned furs and strolled over to them. "Can I help you two gentlemen at all?" the rabbit said.

Travis snapped out of his daze and looked at the lapine, "Yes, actually we're looking for John Gledfern. The vixen that brought us here told us he would be here."

The rabbit smiled widely. "You'll be his two mates from over in the States. He's been going on about your visit for the last two weeks. Anyway I'm Neil and John should be right over..." Neil said as he looked around the room for a second before spotting John's pointed ears above one of the high backed leather chairs. "Hey John," he called out in his direction, "There's a couple of people here to see you."

Travis flushed deep red as every pilot in the room turned to look at them, his white fur not doing anything to hide it. The pair of brown ears twitched as John stood up from the chair and turned to face where the voice had come from. His muzzle broke out into a big smile when he saw his mate Neil standing with Travis and Tym. He dropped the magazine that he'd been reading back into the rack beside the chair and padded over to the trio. He got to Travis and threw his arms out to give his friend a hug, giving Travis a good squeeze before doing the same to Tym. "Thanks for that Neil," John said, "And have a good flight to Frankfurt this afternoon."

"No worries John, and thanks." Neil said before going back to his coffee.

"Well I trust you two had a good flight over. Now we'll head off back home and you can tell me all about it on the way." John said as he stepped around their suitcases and opened the door into the hallway. The trio made their way back down the hallway towards the elevator with John in the lead. "I trust you didn't have any trouble with immigration or quarantine?" he asked pressing the button to call the elevator.

"No, that was really smooth, and thanks for that by the way." Tym piped up from behind Travis.

"Well, I just made one or two calls." John said with a grin as the car arrived.

John placed a paw against the open elevator door to keep it from closing, and ushered his two friends into the car before stepping in himself. The doors slid shut and John pressed the button for the ground floor. The elevator gave a slight bump as it started down the shaft to the ground floor. It was a short ride and soon the doors where opening again. John pressed the button to keep the doors open as Tym and Travis stepped out into the expansive lobby. John stepped out last and headed over to the main door. The mouse behind the front desk looked up from her computer work as the trio made their way across the open space. "See you next week Janet." John said with a wave as he pushed open the front door. Janet quickly waved back before returning to her work.

As was typical for this time of year in Hong Kong it had rained overnight and so the parking lot in front of World Regional was coal black with the morning damp. John led the way out across the car park, moving over a couple of rows as they made their way over to the area of the lot reserved for pilots. As they approached their car John pulled a set of keys from his pants pocket and pressed the remote for the alarm and to unlock the doors. The turn signals of Linda's Lexus LS 300 flashed twice as they approached. John inserted his key in the lock for the trunk and popped it open as Tym and Travis came up behind him. John lifted both their bags into the trunk and got them arranged so that they wouldn't catch on anything when he closed the lid again. John shut the lid and was about to make his way over to the driver's seat when he had to stop and grin at his mate, Travis had done the exact same thing as him when he was last in the States. "So you think you can find my place from here then?" he said, placing his paws on the trunk lid.

Travis looked into the window of the car and instantly realized what he'd done. His face turned beet red as he sheepishly walked around the back of the car to the passenger side. Tym gave him a little squeeze of sympathy and John tried his hardest not to burst into a fit of giggles, only just managing to keep an even grin on his muzzle, as his lips twitched.

John opened the door and slid into the driver's seat, closely followed by his two mates, Tym took the front seat with his longer legs and Travis settled into the rear. With the turn of the key in the ignition the engine whirred to life and they started off on the forty-five minute drive to Discovery Bay. John waved his ID card over the reader as they paused at the reinforced security gate that guarded the parking lot. As the gate started its slow march open John looked at his mate in the rear view mirror. "So tell me, how was your flight over and did you enjoy the new Airbus?"

Travis lent forward in his seat so that he would be heard better, "The flight over was great wuffie. I loved those new seats that convert into a bed. I've never slept that well on a plane before. The meals were great and they had a great selection of drinks."

Tym nodded, "They had some really neat articles in the in flight magazine too." He added.

"And what did you think of the bathrooms on board?" John asked, looking straight into the reflection of his mate's eyes. Travis' ears flushed red and he cleared his throat.

"Well, they are very spacious and the showers have plenty of well placed pawholds." Travis managed. Tym giggled softly in the front seat.

"Welcome to the mile high club." John said with a huge grin on his muzzle.

The End...