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Kevin Foxboy - Flying Lessons - 2009-0630.1913

"Control Tower, this is November Six Niner Four Seven Foxtrot, private, requesting Vee Eff Ahr instrument and weather data, over", I said. This identified the private aircraft I was piloting and asked for pre-flight information. Then I would be directed to Departure Control for runway and liftoff clearance.

My'an Owner, Lady Alysa Benton, sat in the righthand co-pilot's seat, while I sat on the left side. I was Her property, Her slave Foxboy, and She was the one with the legal right to fly. She let me control the two-seater, just as She let me drive Her car to the private hangar. No one listening would know She was cheating, letting Her beast talk and control the aircraft.

"November Six Niner Four Seven Foxtrot, Control. Altimeter Two Niner Niner Seven, ground level One Four Seven feet. Wind Zero Two Four at 10 knots; Depart One Zero Eight Point Four Zero Two, over." The altimeter used air pressure to calculate height above sea level and was to be set at 29.97 inches of mercury to show the ground was 147 feet above sea level, so I had to keep above that to stay in the air. Wind was from 024 degrees, that was from North NorthEast at 10 knots, or nautical miles per hour, about 12 miles per hour. That would push the lightweight Cessna 150A I was flying off where I aimed.

Mistress works for Hot!Tech which makes copies of USA technology for them and other countries. We were in a copy made February 2007 of a 1960's design. There had been several changes made by Cessna Aviation to their 150-series aircraft; the original 100-horsepower radial engine gave a 104-knot cruising speed to 570 lbs of crew and luggage. Our 2007 craft was lighter, more powerful, and shaped to move through the air easier, but Mistress had read of the Cessna's use as one of the most popular small trainer aircraft, and She was Training me. I had already flown the anti-grav shuttle, which was easier.

This craft's tail number N6947F was like a car's license number. Calling it November Six Niner Four Seven Foxtrot was a radio rule using English good throughout the world for air traffic control. Each letter and number had a whole word for it, so even if radio was a little noisy, everyone could still tell what was said. Mistress relaxed by having me use such old technology.

I was using VFR, Visual Flight Rules. My hearing, vision and reaction times were better than Human pilots, made so by BioSyn's seed mix. I had been slave-trained in Butte Montana USA for Mistress Alysa, and I was as old as a Human at sixteen. I had served Her publicly and privately, and now I was flying Her and some package from near Philadelphia PA to Butte. It wasn't my place to ask what it was.

I kept the first two-way radio tuned to the Control Tower and changed the second one to 108.402 MegaHertz, just above the public FM band. Departure Control told me to take Runway 28, the one facing just a little North of West, so I rolled the Cessna East to the opposite end to wait for permission to take off. The Cessna lifts off at 40 knots and rotates at 60; you get off the ground first, push the tail down to raise the nose, and point along the runway to gain speed and altitude.

It's fairly steady at cruise speed and four thousand feet up; takeoff is a bit harder, and landing takes more skill. Of course, it's easy to go down; it's going down SAFELY that takes the skill! There's a very old pilot saying, "A 'good landing' is any landing you can walk away from!" But that's not good enough for the US government.

And it's surely not good enough for my'an Owner. A Human deserves the best work a slave mix can do, and I keep Training so my work meets Her demands. I test Hot!Tech's machine products, and Mistress Alysa tests BioSyn's slave mix products. She tests me. I enjoy being Tested when we're Alone Together At Night.

I was glad I'd eaten over an hour before the trip. Needing the air to stay up makes it bumpy and I wanted my tummy to Stay Down. I was busy as soon as I got up to cruise, rolling the Cessna starboard to head further North, using the old-time paper flight charts to get my course to Butte and the twisting paper calculator, the E6B Flight Computer, to compute my heading and ground speed. Since the wind pushes us away, we have to face into it and push back harder to end up moving across the Earth to where we want to be. It's the same thing ocean ships need to do, the water currents push against you so you have to face upstream and go faster to get where you want to.

I like the K'ai-l'Rung Class Three Suborbital Shuttle much better. Its cargo hold is about three meters wide by ten long by three high, held by the top girder between the fore control and aft fusor pods. Hot!Tech got it from the USA Air Force somehow, figured out the non-Human language, and got it working. Its nuclear fusors send power through the anti-grav field coils, making your tummy move but floating the whole shuttle in the air! More field coils bend the anti-grav to move the shuttle straight left or right, up or down, or back and forth for docking.

You can roll left or right, pivoting on the right side, left side, or the usual fore-and-aft centerline. Pitch up or down from the nose or the tail or the usual right-to-left centerline. Yaw right or left from the nose, tail, or the usual top-to-bottom centerline. Use the main drive to move forward, almost to the speed of sound! Or push back to slow down.

Its anti-grav field holds some air around the craft but pushes the rest away, so wind doesn't affect it as much as a craft that depends on the air to move. You just point where you want to go, and unless it's a strong wind outside you'll never know! You can let some air in so you can breathe, or clean it and rebreathe if you go high up and the air gets thin. I guess other K-R class shuttles go faster or higher.

With all the ways to move but ignore the air, the K'ai-l'Rung Class Three Suborbital Shuttle is really fun to fly! The problem is, it attracts attention; Hot!Tech only has three shuttles, and no time to answer a lot of questions. Some of them are, how come the controls don't fit Human bodies with high foreheads but fit us mixes fine? Why can we move the shuttle by instinct when Humans have to think before acting? What the heck is a K'ai-l'Rung?

Remember I'm a fox, and we talk so much we get in trouble. I was flying Mistress to Butte in a Cessna remake. It's a 2000 mile one-way trip, so at 104 knots it takes 22 hours, since a Cessna's fuel tank takes it only 200 miles so we have to land to refuel and stretch 10 times. We fly about six hours a day then stop and rest. It's a long, tiring trip by Cessna. And you can't just pull over like you can a car. Sorry if I bored you with the aircraft flying details.

In Butte I got to revisit BioSyn's Kennels. Did I mention I grew up there with a really sexy girl fox named Betty? She'd been hurt by a Human who Ordered her to use her Sex Training before she was old enough to be ready for Him. I got her to the Vet, held her down while He explored her body, I mean examined her for Hurt, and cried with her when she couldn't take the mind and body pain any more.

When I was Trained I helped her, uh, take her mind off that. We showed off what Foxes can do by, well, yiffing. Repeatedly. I liked Betty. My'an Owner Mistress Alysa enjoyed seeing Her foxtoy perform for the Humans and mixes watching. Then She took me past Leather Loop Room to Bondage Dungeon for a private, um, performance. I enjoyed that too.

The Thing I'd carried with us in the Cessna was called a Mix Mind Bender. It could change a mix's mind so it could learn something. The secret was, you had to read a mix's mind once, teach it the old, slow way, then read it again to get the difference. This should be just the new things it had learned, but anything else it had heard, seen or done would be in too. Then you put the MMB on another mix and after it stopped shaking it would know the new teaching too!

Mixes were made by Humans as slaves for Humans. No one really knew who made Humans, they had strong ideas, but they didn't all think the same, didn't all have Proof. Mix's minds were simpler than Humans', that's why the MMB worked on mixes and not Humans. Human memory faded fast and it was just like you read something; mixes remembered and it was like it was the one being taught.

We mixes have a hard time telling the difference between the fake world of the MMB and the real one. We don't just think but KNOW the video game is real, we're actually being chased by zombies or werewolves or whatever! Lots of mixes die or have to be Mercy Killed when their minds Stay in the fake MMB world.

Mistress told BioSyn about this problem when the first R4G2 mix slaves were made. The MMB is used in the wet-tank home before a mix's mind is formed, to force it to work and know how to work the heart and lungs. Mixes are quick-grown so Humans don't have to wait, and that makes the mind keep changing, but then mixes forget things because memory makes minds Stay. We can't both Stay and Move at the same time, no one can.

So parts of our minds break. A mix learns to act strong and the Mix Mind-Bender reads it and puts that in a new mix. Like me, sometimes as I grew up it seemed as if I was watching my paws move by themselves. Like when I pushed the voice plate to get help for Betty or when I hit Chauncey the wolfboy with the chain and spoke strong with a deep voice. Or told Betty to tell of her pain as if it were another foxgirl.

Master and Mistress Vet knew about the problem, they called it Mind Sick. It happened to Stan the tigerboy when he was bitten by a Squirrel animal. It was Mind Sick one way and made Stan Mind Sick another way. I said I was mind broken when I hit Chauncey and the Vets let me get Punishment Whip to hit my mind and make it stop remembering what another mix had done!

I learned to fly the shuttle from the MMB. It was to give me just the facts but I got the feelings too, the fun of flying. The Need for Speed, to Push the Outside of the Envelope. I have no idea what the heck that means, what's an Envelope? But I felt it, from a Human pilot! Big words, mind images, feelings I can't begin to know flooded through me, before the Human working the MMB stopped them and flushed them from me. They left a stain in my mind. It's cruel to leave me knowing there are things I don't know anymore, kinder to not tell me at all.

I'm a seed mix of Human and Fox. So I have a mind to learn to serve and obey Humans, but I'm an animal too. I have needs, wants, desires. I need, want and desire to Submit to a strong Human as I do for Mistress Alysa. I truly enjoy giving myself to Her.

But I also like other mixes, mostly girls, mostly foxes. Oh, I've licked, kissed, fondled and yiffed boy mixes like Terry or Joz; but I prefer girls. Something about the curves, the roundness... I've Trained with all sorts of Dogs, Cats, Rabbits, Weasels, Rats, Otters, Squirrels... and Marlene the Wolfgirl has a nice snout. Clara the Rabbitgirl, a curvy tail. Mina and Tina Mink... wow. I still have dreams.

I like vixens best. OK, I'm a todd, no hard mind-work there. Rounded breasts, hips, rumps. And tails. I like big fluffy tails, they wave and swing... invitingly. I do miss having a friendly vixen in the shower to soap the hard-to-reach places. Mistress seems to like soaping me up, but I get sex-hot and forget what I'm doing...

Sometimes Mistress Alysa likes me sex-hot and forgetful. A mix's mind is made so it gets afraid when something New happens, and Humans like to keep us low and submissive. Mistress makes me forget to be afraid when She teaches me New Ways to Please Her. She likes to play with Her foxtoy's mind and body.

And I enjoy being played with, by Mistress, other Humans and the BioSyn products. Mixes like to yiff, even though we can't make more mixes. That part of our slavery to Humans frees us, to act like animals for Their pleasure, day or night, without worrying about the girl's, um, what word, Mistress? Thank You, yes, sex cycle. Most girl mixes, any Dogs, especially Vixens, like getting with boys and other girls.

So we boys let the girls have their way with us. They make us stop thinking and touch them. It doesn't take much for us to start. Slowly, softly, paws close to the other but not touching. Then Touch and Move Away. Come Back Again. Take several minutes to touch all over.

Always move the paws to smooth down each other's fur. Soft touch with the back of the paw, fun places like around each other's ears, necks around the slave collars, rub shoulders to relax. Girls push against boys' paws to say where to touch.

Then stand snout to snout, kiss gently, move paws down each other's back to the tail. Around the rump, down the back of thighs, around to front, up to hips. Hold your own paws together behind her back, at her tail, hold her close. Lick, Kiss, close eyes, open mouth.

Enjoy. My cock wakes up and looks around. Her scent, close and warm, alone together in a world of fur. Her moist body fits around my sheath, holding and squeezing gently. Unsheathing my foxhood, hiding it. I move away, teasing her. Waving to her as I move behind her, hold her close, covering her body as my front paws touch her gently, down her sides, back up her tummy and ribs, holding the lovely breasts as she moves against me. I gently move her snout back for another long, slow kiss, our long fox tongues touching as my paws move over her front, over her roundness, making smaller and smaller circles, squeezing her nipples gently so they wake up and her breasts firm under my touch.

Our breathing gets quick. She's ready now. We sink to our knees, her thigh fur getting moist as her body gets ready for my foxhood. Twenty centimeters of pleasure await us, almost as much as a wolf mix, but a bit thinner. She lowers her breasts to the floor, cupped in my front paws, leaving herself open to me as I press gently forward, spreading her lower lips to take me.

Mixes yiff for the pleasure, not to show strength. We'll know soon enough if the boy can keep up with the girl. We can't make babies, as I said. No force, no babies, just... fun. In a little, out, in again deeper, out a little. Back and forth, pressing into the vixen, I want her to enjoy my work. I had put her down on her heels to say I wanted to yiff her, and she had let me put her down on her heels, to say Yes.

I'd forgotten there were Humans watching. We heard one come up behind us and stopped. He said Stay and we obeyed. He put a cuff around my tail, curled it over my back then tied the cuff to my collar. He moved the vixen's tail to the side and told me to hold it with my body as we showed our Training. The Humans could look at our bodies as we yiffed with our legs spread wide.

We were just slaves, seed mixes grown and trained to please Humans. They let us go back to each other and neither of us cared what they saw. Sliding together, we licked and kissed each other, then I bit her shoulder gently as we slipped apart. I groaned as I pressed her, and she moaned in pleasure. Short yips came from both of us. Biting harder, I pushed deeper until my furry balls slapped against her wet thighs and my knot popped into her, swelling and tying us together.

She moaned, "Kevin. Please don't stop now!" So we rocked back and forth together, sliding my knot within her, the ridges of my foxhood pleasuring her, until we couldn't hold ourselves back anymore. I pumped my hot fox seed into her lovely body as our thigh fur matted down with her juices. We stayed together quite a while until I calmed down enough for my knot to soften and slip from her embrace.

I think I mentioned this before. I like Betty Foxgirl.