Three Furs, One House
#5 of Three Furs, One House
Three Furs, One House, Chapter 5 - Mile High Club
"Harbor City ATC, Whiskey Papa Mike Sierra One Niner request permission to taxi to the active, straight out departure."
"Sierra One Niner, ATC approves your request for taxi. Taxi to runway One Four and hold short for incoming traffic."
"Sierra One Niner acknowledges."
My paw inched the throttle levers forward, feeding a small amount of power to the twin turbojet engines at the tail of our jet.
The engine's howl increased, pushing the light jet aircraft towards the tarmac surface of the five thousand foot runway. I ruddered hard left, swinging the Gulfstream business jet into a hard turn to line up with the taxiway.
I slacked off the power and let the jet coast to a gentle stop right behind the line marking the actual runway. From my right, a huge Boeing 747-400SP flared in for a landing, tires screeching briefly and sending a small white plume of smoke into the air.
"Sierra One Niner, you are cleared for takeoff, straight out departure," came the air traffic controllers voice.
"Sierra One Niner, acknowledged for takeoff clearance."
I held the brakes and gradually pushed the throttle levers forward to their stops, engines roaring. The nose dipped under the massive thrust of the engines.
I let the brakes go and the nose jumped up as the plane rapidly accelerated.
At two hundred and fifty knots, I eased back on the yoke and the nosewheel left Earth, followed swiftly by the rest of the aircraft.
"Positive rate, gear up," I intoned as I pulled up the chunky landing gear lever. The gear whirred and clunked as it stowed itself.
At fifteen hundred feet, I raised the flaps, configuring the wings for high-speed flight.
A pair of furry paws landed on my shoulders, making me jump almost out of my seat.
"Heya, Ricky!" said my co-pilot, Sweets. Sweets was an omega wolf with light brown fur with a creamy belly and white legs. Her blue eyes sparkled like a crystal-blue ocean and she could always be counted on to be cheerful and funny. Sweets was one of the pilots for Wolfpack Motorsports, and I counted on her to get me where I needed to go on time. Or in this case...
Anyway, I'd tell you what her real name was, but everyone had called her Sweets for so long that no one I asked could even remember what it was. Oh well...
I unbuckled myself from the pilots seat and stood up, relinquishing the chair to the wolf. She swiftly settled into the leather and strapped herself in, setting her paws on the controls.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"I'm not entirely sure... I hadn't thought that out, really..."
Sweets laughed. "It's cool. I'll figure someplace out. Want me to actually land?"
"Not unless we're low on fuel. Just keep us in the air."
"You got it."
As I left the cockpit, I could hear the clicking of knobs as she adjusted something, most likely the autopilot.
I entered the passenger area of the aircraft, smiling at the sight of a certain black-furred wolfie. He was sitting in one of the swiveling leather armchairs, holding a drink that he had fixed himself from the bar near the right wing.
"Whatcha drinkin' there?" I asked, plopping down onto the neighboring chair.
"It's vodka and one of those Monster energy drinks."
"Sounds interesting."
"It is."
I smiled, nodding towards the drink. He looked at me strangely for a moment, then followed my focus to the drink.
"Oh, sure," he said, offering the small crystal-cut tumbler. I took it in my paw and took a small sip, smiling appreciatively at the good taste.
"What do you think?" he asked, taking the glass back from me and taking a healthy sip himself.
"I like it. Have you ever tried an Irish car bomb?"
"Yeah, those things are a bit too strong for my taste."
I shrugged, standing up to go fix myself a drink. My paws twirled around, flipping and spinning bottles around without me even thinking about it. The glass bottles clinked against the others as I tossed them back onto the shelf without looking, preferring instead to pick up my beverage and take a drink from it.
I turned back to Alex and saw him looking at me with an expression of awe on his face.
"What?" I asked, unaware that I was doing anything noteworthy.
"Where the hell did you learn to do that?"
"Do what?"
"Flip those bottles around like that! That was fucking awesome!"
"Oh... I hadn't realized I was doing that."
He laughed, clapping his paws. "That's awesome. You could be a bartender with skills like that."
I blushed slightly, feeling somewhat self-conscious at the unexpected attention.
"You know, you're really cute when you blush."
That only made me blush more.
He laughed and tentatively reached a paw over, setting it down on mine. His face lit up with a tender smile.
Without conscious thought, the two of us leaned close, our muzzles opening slightly.
Then the jet's PA system pinged loudly. We jumped violently, staring up at the cockpit door as if we could stare right through it at the fur sitting in the seat.
"This is your pilot speaking, we've reached our cruising altitude of thirty-seven thousand feet. Our estimated time to our destination is six hours. We know you have a lot of choices when it comes to air travel and thank you for choosing Wolfpack Air."
Sweets laughed at the conclusion of her little speech.
"Sweets, shut up and fly the damn plane!" I laughed as well, letting her know that I was just joking.
"Very funny, house pet," she shouted back through the cockpit door.
"That's it!" I stood up quickly and rushed the door, knocking it wide open.
Sweets squealed and jerked at my sudden appearance, making me devoutly glad that she had already programmed and activated the autopilot. My paws shot to her sides, tickling ferociously.
"Hee-hee-hee-hee!" she laughed, squirming around in the seat, still buckled up and unable to get away.
"Tell me I'm not a house pet!" I said, continuing to tickle her vulnerable belly.
"Y-you're not a house pet!" she squealed, unable to bear my tickles.
I kept tickling for a few seconds before stopping, letting her regain her breath. Without saying anything, I left the flight deck and retook my seat, picking up my drink and having some as if nothing had just happened.
Alex raised his eyebrow at me, but didn't say anything. I shot him a grin over the rim of my glass before throwing my head back and downing the rest of it. The fiery liquor burned a path down my throat, making my eyes water slightly.
The glass struck the table with a solid thunk of glass on wood. I took my paw off the upside down glass and made a peace sign.
"Challenge accepted," said Alex, throwing back his drink as well. He smiled, thumping his glass down next to mine.
"Touché, my friend..." I smiled.
"Boyfriend..." he whispered.
Together, we closed our eyes and leaned forward, noses and muzzles touching softly in a sweet, tender kiss.
* * *
We'd become mates right after the conclusion of the GT4 racing season, after I'd lost out on the top spot in the series standings by a point. One point! I'd had to stand up onstage and grin and bear it while the big shiny trophy that should have been mine was handed to my main rival. Davis shot me the most smug look I had ever seen right as he was taking the trophy and it was all I could do to keep myself from launching myself across the stage and sinking my balled paws into that skinny little leopard's stomach. Now, though, I doubt I would. After our race, we decided to set aside our differences and set up an informal alliance on the track. Not to mention, when we weren't out to cause each other problems, we actually got along fairly well.
My gaze had flicked out to the audience, where Alex was sitting up at a table near the stage. He smiled at me, bringing me out of my rage moment.
Anyway, after the banquet, which had been boring as hell, we had gone to a Chaos Theory concert at Fenders. It had been there that, once I'd talked to Charlie and gotten his help, that I'd asked Alex to officially be my mate. He'd said yes, and the seven of us, me, Alex, James, and Chaos Theory, had spent the rest of the night getting baked over at mine and Swiff's place. Swiff hadn't been there because he was having a night on the town with that Reks character.
* * *
Finally, our kiss ended. I pulled back and looked deep into those candy-blue eyes. They were amazing, deep, soulful, and trusting. I never got tired of looking into them, or at the rest of him in general.
His headfur was a deep lustrous black with light blonde highlights that glinted in the sun. The silvery-grey fur covering the rest of him rippled with his movements, almost like pearlescent paint on a car. His tail was always waving about, wagging excitedly every time we were in the room together.
He leaned forward, mouth parting for another kiss that I was only too happy to give him. Our muzzles touched again, our tongues slipping into each other's mouths and caressing the others tongue.
I brought my paws up, one to caress his cheek and the other to rest lightly on his shoulder. My free paw gently kneaded his shoulder.
His paws grabbed two fistfuls of my shirt and pulled me deeper into the kiss. I moaned softly around the tongue in my mouth.
Without conscious thought of what I was doing and where, my paws scrambled for the bottom of his Chaos Theory shirt. I grasped it and started to pull it up and over his head.
"Ricky, wait," he whispered, swatting my paws away. I whined like a feral pup before he winked at me. "If she comes out here..."
"Oh..." I said, realizing what he was talking about. Sweets wouldn't appreciate that.
With a sly grin, Alex stood up. He waved his thick bushy tail at me and went to the back of the plane. His paw landed on the door knob and turned it, revealing the cushy bedroom that lay beyond.
The room took up the last third of the aircraft. There was a luxuriously soft king-sized memory foam bed with the best sheets and comforter money could buy. The headboard was almost entirely concealed by pillows, two of which I always had to sleep with.
As I sat there, in the leather lounge seat, I watched as Alex took a seat at the edge of the bed and began to slowly peel away his t-shirt.
I could feel a lustful growl building up in my throat as he slowly stretched himself out on the bed, motioning slyly with a paw for me to come closer. I caught myself whining with anticipation as I rose from the chair. He gave me his sexiest smile.
It took every last ounce of willpower in my body to keep me from pouncing on top of him at that moment. Something held me back. Something told me to take it slow...
Alex let out a cry of surprise as I quickly jogged over to the bed and leaned forward so that our muzzles were touching. He reached out to pull me closer as we locked lips in a deep, passionate kiss, our tongues dancing as my paws started to explore his body.
Alex started to moan softly into our kisses as my paws got closer and closer to his waist. He took the breath from my lungs as I slowly traced a claw around the outline of his sheath, already beginning to bulge slightly against the fabric of his jeans.
After what seemed like an eternity, I broke the kiss and nodded silently towards his belt. He smiled and nodded his silent consent, before pulling me back for another kiss. My paws made quick work of the custom-made WPMS belt buckle, and Alex arched his back when I pulled the thick leather strap from the hoops around his waist. He giggled as he saw me fling the belt over my shoulder and start on the pants.
"You're usually better at this, you know..." he teased as I fumbled with the button holding the offending garment in place.
"That's the first time I've heard you complain," I replied with a smirk, as I finally managed to unhook the button and pull the trousers away. Alex stopped me, however, before I could remove his black silk boxers.
"What's wrong?" I asked. He shook his head and gave me a smile.
"Nothing..."
With that, he suddenly grabbed me by the shoulders and rolled me onto my back.
"Now, it's my turn..."
I put up no resistance as he quickly stripped me down. Once he had me down to my boxers, he let out a playful murr as he ran his paws hungrily over the soft fur on my chest. Chuckling seductively, he brought his muzzle up to meet mine.
"Try to relax..." he whispered, as his paws slowly slipped past the folds of my boxers.
My breath caught in my throat as I felt his claws wrap eagerly around my sheath. Licking his lips in anticipation, he began to slide slowly down my chest, leaving a hot trail of kisses on my fur as he snaked his way down between my legs. I couldn't stop the pleasurable groan from passing my lips as he slid away my boxers and gained access to my sheath.
I used one of the many pillows to prop up my head as his stroking sped up, and I could feel my cock starting to emerge. Before I could react, however, he lowered his entire muzzle down onto me, causing me to shiver with delight as his tongue caressed the underside of my sheath. Slowly, he ran his long, thin tongue along the length of my exposed shaft, teasing me as he continued to stroke me to full length. Without warning, he swallowed me whole, taking my entire length into his muzzle and causing me to moan with pleasure as his muzzle began to slowly bob up and down between my legs.
I could feel my paw unconsciously snaking its way towards the back of his head. I stroked the fur on my mate's neck lovingly as I applied a gentle pressure, encouraging him to take in more. He looked up from below, and I swore I could see him smiling. Another groan passed my lips as I felt his muzzle beginning to tighten around my cock. He began to stroke the base of my shaft with one paw, while delivering subtle licks and sucks to the head of my cock with his tongue.
Already, I could feel my knot starting to swell up as he brought me closer and closer to orgasm. His licks and strokes became faster as he massaged my knot, his paw slowly working its way down towards my sack.
I dug my claws into the bedsheets as I felt my muscles starting to tense up and my knees start to buckle. That was it... Just a few more strokes and he'd have sent me over the edge...
I was so caught up in the moment, waiting for the orgasm of a lifetime, that it took me several seconds to realize that the stroking stopped. I heard somebody snickering mischievously in front of me, and I looked down to see my mate kneeling between my legs with an ear-to-ear grin on his face.
"What happened?" I asked. "Why'd you stop?
"'Cause I've had enough of the foreplay..." he murred as he rose from the floor and slowly stripped away his boxers. My mind was racing with anticipation as he pulled himself onto the bed and climbed on top of me.
I let out a gasp as I felt him positioning himself atop my chest, his bushy tail tickling my shaft as he lowered himself onto me. My lips parted in a pleasurable groan as he reached down to guide me inside, sliding himself down until he reached my knot.
Leaning forward, he brought our muzzles together and we locked lips in a fierce kiss. After a few seconds, I broke the kiss and gave him a smile.
"Are you ready?" I whispered, as I slowly worked a paw around his backside. My mate gave me a single nod. I gripped one of his legs for balance as I pulled myself out partway and thrust in to the hilt. Bracing my feet against the floor, I started slowly, allowing my mate time to accommodate my size as I started to build up a steady rhythm.
Alex moaned softly as I began to speed up, digging his claws into the mattress for support as I started to pant lightly from the effort. I could feel his emerging cock rubbing against the fur on my chest as he started to rock his hips to meet my thrusts. He pressed his muzzle against mine in a heated kiss, and he moaned into my mouth as our tongues started to intertwine. Once again, I could feel that familiar pressure in my loins as I found myself drawing close to orgasm once more.
Without warning, I wrapped my free arm around his waist and flipped him onto his back. He let out a surprised yelp as I gently laid him down on the bed, but any complaints were quickly silenced as I reached out to pull him into yet another kiss. He wrapped his legs around my waist as my thrusts became extreme, my knot slapping noisily against his tailhole with each plunge. I heard the expensive sheets being torn to shreds as my mate dug in and hangs on as I brought the two of us closer and closer to climax.
Finally, I gave several last, deep thrusts, before forcing myself in to the hilt, knot and all. Alex screamed in ecstasy as he climaxed, spraying my chest with his thick, hot fluids. As he came, I felt his body tightening around me, and I felt a yell building up in my throat as my vision exploded with the white heat of pure, orgasmic bliss...
* * *
Sharp rapping on the door woke me. I yawned widely, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.
"What is it?" I called.
"Ricky, we have a problem." It was Sweets.
I hurriedly dressed in the clothes I'd been wearing and left the room, giving the sleeping Alex a loving look on my way out.
"Talk to me, Goose," I said, mimicking the line from Top Gun.
"Who's Goose?" Sweets asked. Apparently, she had never seen it.
"Never mind. What's going on?"
In reply, she raised one of the window shades and pointed out.
I crouched down and looked along the rakish wing. Sitting about a hundred feet off the wingtip was a USAF F-22A Raptor. I could only assume that there was a second off the other side.
"When did they get here?"
"Only a few minutes ago. I came and woke you as soon as I saw them slide up."
"Did they say anything?" I asked, glaring out the window at the fighter jet.
"Not before I ran back to get you."
"Shit," I cursed. I sprinted up to the cockpit and dropped myself into a seat, paws scrambling for a headset.
I finally found it and slotted it over my ears.
"United States Air Force fighters off my wings, this is Whiskey Papa Mike Sierra One Niner. What can I do for ya?"
"Sierra One Niner, this is Lieutenant Metcalf of the USAF. Your aircraft has wandered into a no-fly zone."
"Oh my, I'm so sorry about that."
"Yes sir, our controller tried several times to reach you, but no one responded."
"Really?" I shot a nasty glare at Sweets, who quailed.
"Yes sir."
"Well, so that I can get out of your fur and let you fine gentlemen get back to what you were up to, what heading do I need to leave the no-fly zone?"
"Sir, I'm afraid that won't be enough. I'm going to have to ask you to follow us back to Carswell Air Force Base."
"Carswell?"
"Yes sir."
I cupped my paw over the mike. "Sweets, how long were we back there?"
"A good two hours or so," she said after glancing at the time. "It's nearly four."
"Gentlemen, it appears I have no choice. I'll follow your lead."
"Acknowledged. Turn to heading two five five and descend to five thousand feet."
"Sierra One Niner acknowledges."
I twisted the heading and altitude dials on the autopilot and sat back as the aircraft began its downward turn.
"Sweets, do you have a reason that you weren't at the controls?"
"I was!"
"Then how the fuck did we manage to breach a no-fly zone?" I almost shouted.
"I..."
I waited expectantly, my paws unknowingly clenching.
"I had my music in. You know, my earbuds. I was watching the dials, but I had my music playing." She wilted under my furious glare. "I'm sorry!"
"Sweets..." I sighed. "I'm not mad, okay? Just, next time, please at least keep the headset on. Can ya do that for me?"
She nodded, saying nothing.
With a groan, I pulled the headset off and handed it to her. "Call me if there's an issue."
"Okay."
I left the flight deck and went right to the bar. My paws were trembling as I poured myself a triple shot of Jack Daniels. The glass blurred as I threw the whiskey back in one tilt, swallowing it all.
I thumped the glass down on the counter and went back to the bedroom.
"Alex?" I said softly, shaking his shoulder gently.
"Huh?" he slurred, half asleep.
"Get dressed. We're kind of in trouble."
"What happened?"
"It's a long story, but we're landing at Carswell Air Force Base."
"Where the hell is that?"
"Dallas Texas."
"Texas? Holy shit."
I nodded and picked his clothes off the floor. He took them and slipped into them.
* * *
We landed at Carswell twenty-two minutes later. The F-22s followed us all the way in and peeled off at the last second, probably to resume their patrol.
I taxied the Gulfstream off the runway and parked it where the controller instructed me to. The engines slowly died with a long low whine as I killed the power. Through the windscreen, I saw a quartet of soldiers hurrying towards the aircraft, each cradling an M4A1 assault rifle.
"Exit the aircraft with paws in the air," instructed a gruff voice through a bullhorn.
I slowly lowered the steps and stepped out with my paws in the air, Alex and Sweets right behind me.
What we had gotten ourselves into, I had no idea. But I knew that today was going to be a lot longer than I had originally intended...