AirZoo
Business suits.
The plane was crammed with business men and women up and down the seats. The flight was to a seminar in Boston. Chatter was a buzz in the air. The stewards passed out meals while occasionally going up front to check with the pilots.
A larger crocodile man in a blue suit sat near the window beside the aisle. His name was Larry Timmings. Beside his sitting in the window seat was Margaret- a lioness. She was wearing a pink suit skirted suit with black outlines.
Larry stretched out his bare feet, "Awww... so glad the guys let us take our shoes off."
Margaret, equally barefoot, grinned, "I know, right? I wonder if they'd let us take off all our clothes, though."
Larry chuckled and took a fork into his airline dinner. There was no telling what the meal truly was- just ambiguous looks and flavours.
"Does this meal taste funny to you?" asked Larry.
"Yeah," said Margaret, "But... airline food, right?"
Across the aisle was Davis, who was concerned for the food himself. The porcupine man in a black suit forked at his food disgustingly. His friend Neil, a boar, was chowing down with no slowing down.
"How can you eat this stuff?" asked Davis.
Neil looked up, "You're not going to eat yours?"
Davis grimaced, "I'm not sure."
Neil started forking around in Davis' meal. Davis kept quiet.
Lisa was a smaller girl. Snow leopards were usually a little bit bigger, but she was rather insecure and touchy about her weight. The stewardess' diet was getting to her. She heard her stomach growl a few times as she handed out the dinners to the passengers.
She crept back into the kitchen and unsealed a dinner. Who knows when she would get her next meal? There was nothing else on the plane that she had access to. The plane was off the scope by now, and there was no telling when they would land.
'They said it wasn't poisonous,' she thought, 'A little bite of it couldn't hurt.'
Lisa took a fork from the tray by the sink and dug into the ground meat. She barely chewed it before swallowing and was quick to scoop out some more.
'Not bad,' she thought, 'A lot better than some of the other flights I've been on.'
She took a few more bites than shoved the meal beside the microwave, hoping none of the other stewards would look there or assume it's hers.
Larry had finished his meal. Margaret was about halfway. Larry laid back in his seat and relaxed. He felt so blissful all of the sudden, but he signed it off to the air pressure so high off the ground.
There was some commotion on the other side of the cabin. He lazily turned his head to see some wolf woman with her breasts out and a stewardess demanding she cover herself up. Larry chuckled. Up ahead a buffalo man was squirming wildly in his seat. The kangaroo woman beside him tried to calm him down with no avail.
"Some people..." said Larry.
He looked over to Margaret who had put aside her fork and knife to dig her mouth into the tray. Larry was expressionless for a second, then chuckled.
He said, "Messy, messy girl..."
A strong smell then hit his nose. He thought, 'Did someone fart?'
He was close to the truth. Two rows back sat a quiet fox woman with a load of brown mush in her underwear. Maybe if the parrot woman beside her didn't share the lack of mental faculties, she'd be able to deduce that the muffled squelching she heard earlier was the fox woman apathetically defecating into her pants. The parrot women looked around the cabin for a hint on where the sudden smell came from.
More commotion. Larry looked across the aisle to see the boar man with a food tray up to his face, dripping a little bit of it onto his suit. The procupine man was furious with the boar- the tray was his. The boar's tray had fallen off the edge of the table and onto the floor.
"Dammit, Neil!" said Davis, "Sometimes you can be a real slob!"
Davis got up from his seat and marched to the back of the cabin.
Margaret brought her face up and took a napkin to it. She smiled, "Everyone's getting real excited. I wonder why."
"Maybe they're nervous," said Larry, "Maybe... they're..."
Margaret's speech was losing its finesse, "They hate fly-ing. Up in air is scary."
Larry chuckled, "Yeah, like water the best."
Margaret grinned, "I like ground. It's so fun and sa-fuh. Perfect for a run."
As Margaret talked, a stream of urine descended out from between her legs and down the seat of her skirt. She seemed not to notice.
Larry didn't notice either, "I guess... I like to run no-pants."
Margaret was harvesting a puddle of urine. It grew out from under her and some went over the front of the seat, dripping between her feet.
She smiled, "No-pants is best! Let out the vagina!"
Larry was quiet for a second. Then, "I got to poop."
Margaret smiled, "Then poop!"
Larry chuckled, then pushed his table aside so he could get out into the aisle. The location of the washroom was fading in his mind, but he remembered it being behind him in his seat. He walked down the aisle as chaos slowly erupted all around. A grizzly bear man had an erect penis out and he was cranking it blissfully. A sheep woman and dog man were hunched over a seat with their pants down and making coitus.
As he walked into the first room, he saw the snow leopard stewardess standing up straight as she peed on the floor. She had her highheels taken off and kicked to the side.
Still peeing, she looked up, "Can I help you... anything?"
Larry was at a loss for words. That part of his mind was gone. He stared at the leopard as a bulge started to expand in his pants. No, he wasn't crapping into his underwear. He was getting an erection.
He walked over to the stewardess. She wasn't alarmed even as he took his arms around her. Her urinating slowed.
She grinned, "Sex?"
Larry had his tongue out. He nodded excitedly. He didn't even notice he was stepping in the cat's puddle. Without hesitation, he reached at the stewardess' top and ripped it open. His reptile strength was enough to snap the bra and let her breasts out.
She chuckled, "Patience!"
She reached down at his belt and in a surprisingly dextrous motion for a half-feral leopard, she unbuckled his belt and loosened its grip. Immediately after, Larry reached down and tore the pants right off his ass. His dick flopped out, pointing right at the stewardess' skirt.
"Ooooh!" said the stewardess.
His cock was thick and scaly with a sizeable set of balls. The stewardess pulled down her skirt and her wet panties, revealing a plump vagina surrounded by wet fur. Almost immediately Larry inserted his pole and gently pushed the stewardess up against the counter. She moaned and growled quietly as she felt the gator invade her vagina.
"G-go!" she demanded.
Larry began thrusting. His primal mind was having trouble determining where to place his hands. First he tried his waist, then around the girl, then finally he put them on the edge of the counter where they felt most comfortable. He smiled as his thrusting started getting less awkward.
As the two rubbed insides together, their clothes slowly fell down their shaky legs. As they copulated, Davis the porcupine flipped the bathroom door open and went wide-eyed.
"Whoa, what the hell!?" he said as he backed right back into the stall.
After taking a second, he quickly marched right by them only to be surprised further with all the insanity happening in the cabins. Anthros were climbing all around, eating off the floor, and peeing in the aisles. Davis slowly walked backwards into the stall and closed the door.
Larry's nuts slapped up against the bottom of the stewardess' crotch as he thrusted upwards into her. At that point the stewardess just laid her head back and waited for the male to give her an orgasm. His dick drill within her vagina. He occasionally hit in that perfect spot- but she hadn't the faculties to educate him on where to direct his pole. Or he hadn't the faculties to take order.
"Th-there!" she said.
Larry ignored it. It was just coming to his own realization how wonderful it felt to have his dick inside a female- the moist walls of her vagina caressing his reptilian cock. It bathed in the leopard's vaginal juices.
The stewardess was losing her composure. It was hard to be a professional stewardess when you're drooling down your naked chest, but sex was such an ecstasy. She moaned and purred as each poke in her clitoris brought her closer to an orgasm. She was starting to cum. Juices dripped from her sex.
Somewhere in Larry's diminished mind he knew that cumming too early wouldn't feel best. He held in his orgasm in and slowed his thrusting. A quick lick at the stewardess' neck was enough to keep the energy going. The wild sound of a zoo orgy roared in the background in both cabins- front and back. The plane smelt of feces.
Just as Larry took out his cock, the leopard stewardess began to cum, almost like he had to give her room. It dripped steadily from her crotch almost like she was peeing again. The occasionally stream slathered over Larry's cock as it throbbed mid-air.
Settling down, Larry quickly stuck it back in to the surprise of the female. His thrusting was quick and deep. He grunted loudly with each motion. The stewardess had almost had enough with the crocodile but couldn't think of anything better to do then stay with him.
Larry felt it was about time. He let go of himself and allowed the feel of orgasm take him over. As a surge of semen raced up his shaft and began spraying out into the hive of the leopard. He growled and roared loudly as his knees fell weak. Semen dripped out of the leopard's cunt and felt to the floor. A powerful heat rode up his dick. With each thrust, more hot stick filled into the female.
The leopard wrapped her arms around Larry as she felt the burst of liquid within her. She had already orgasmed but she took pleasure in my orgasmed into. She growled monotonously- who's to say what for?
Pulling out, Larry fell on the floor with his dick dripping. He looked up at the leopard with a smile as she stood still with a confused look on her face as if she didn't know what to do next.
"That was fun," she said.
Larry chuckled.
Pilots Jan and Carl had their eyes out on the sky knowing full well what was happened out in the cabins. Jan, a coyote, casually sipped her coffee with confidence that no piss-soaked primal would come marching through the cockpit door. Carl, a goose, was a little more worrisome.
"I bet you're thinking of going back there and boning one of them," taunted Jan.
"N-no!" said Carl.
Jan chuckled, "Just go back there, drop your pants, and look for a vacant vagina."
"I'm not going to do that!" said Carl.
Jan gave a mischevious smile, "It's okay, Carl. It's impossible to pass up something like this. A whole plane full of horny women wanting to have hot jungle sex with you? Temptation isn't even the word."
Carl frowned, "Oh, shut up."
"Hey, if it's any consolation," said Jan, "I've thought about going back there myself and getting me some lion cock. As soon as we land, I'm heading back there to get humped like a hill. Pretty sure the others are too."
Just then, the door opened. A graceful and quick turn of the handle, so the pilots knew it was one of the sane persons on the plane. In popped Rex, a rhino man, chuckling with a smile.
"Lisa's gone animal," he said.
"Really?" asked Carl, "How?"
"Guess she ate the food," said Rex as he sat on a trunk behind them.
"Pfft," Jan blew, "She probably did it on purpose. She couldn't pass up a chance to get retarded and fuck a bunch of strangers."
"She pissed herself," said Rex, "Last I saw of her, she was getting fucked by some croc."
Carl chuckled.
Jan scowled, "You're going to try and fuck her, aren't ya?"
"No!" said Carl.
"It's okay, Carl," said Jan, "Just remember to separate her from the others so the herding officers don't mix her in with them."
Carl ignored Jan's taunts and concentrated on flying.
The plane landed in the island base as scheduled. While waiting for the undocking preparation to begin, several of the plane staff ditched their clothing and walked out to the cabins naked- ready for some action. Pilot Carl was just about lay a nice buffalo woman before fellow pilot Jan forced him into a bathroom stall and challenged him to make her orgasm over three times- which he was successful at.
There were a few sane passengers left on the flight that did not eat the mysterious food. Most of them were given the chloroform treatment and tied up. They were to be brought to the lab and conditioned there.
In quick thinking, Davis managed to feign primality by ripping off his clothes and drooling on himself. He was escorted off the plane with the other passengers and on the way to the hypnostation, Davis hopped exited the facility through a nearby open gate and ran into the tropical wilderness just as naked as the feral animals around him.
There was one particular fellow on the plane- a German shepherd man by the name of Sebastian. Being a demon, he was immune to the food's affects but faked being primal. He even had the self-control to pee in his pants. When everyone in the plane started to go animal, he took the opportunity to get some lovely wolf vagina. Inside the island facility, he continued the ploy even up to the hypnostation, which he was immune to.
Unbeknownst to the staff, they have an angry and wily demon on their premises, not above a little bit of vengeance for abducting a plane full of innocent mortals.