F-14 Tomcat
** **** F-14 Tomcat** - By Fahrenheit Foxxx
I've decided on a bit of a break from the Fahrenheit Foxx stories and thought I'd write a stand alone story.
This is about two jet fighter pilots who live dangerous and courageous lives, flying incredibly powerful works of aviation engineering - the F-14 fighter jet. This story is set around late 70's. Tom Cat and Kate Hawke are copyright to me and cannot be used without my permission. I may have a few facts wrong in this story so please excuse them cause' I never used to pay much attention in history class :>.
It is nearing the end of the cold war, the western world and east are trying to draw a close to the decade's long war of espionage and spying. Two pilots, Lieutenants. Tom Cat and Kate Hawk are sent on a mission to intercept and destroy a nuclear submarine in the Pacific ocean. It seems a difficult task on paper, but in reality............it's hell................
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Tom rose to his alarm clock at 3 o' clock, pawing at his crusty eyes despite his very short 4 hour sleep. He groggily got up out of his bunk, and padded over to his locker. He opened it following the complicated combination number and slipped on his green overalls. On his shoulder was the U.S.A flag, the other showed an emblem of the hellcat's air corps.
He looked around his basic cabin, the pale green walls adorned a couple of posters of female cat's in very seductive positions. He slipped on his black boots, and stuffed his gloves into a side pocket in his overalls.
He looked very tired as he left his cabin and proceeded down the hall to the crew and pilot's mess hall to get some breakfast. He greeted the officers and pilot's as he walked down the hall, purring every time he met a female along the way. He wasn't sexist but liked to let the females know he found them very attractive. He entered the mess hall, eyeing the whole place, recognising all the pilot's and crew of the carrier ship he has been assigned to for the last three years. He spotted one of his best buds, Joe, a freakishly orange cat with a very fit and muscular physique. "What's up", Joe greeted to Tom, who sat down across from Joe. "Eh, not much, I've been assigned on another intercept mission again blah blah blah, how bout you?", "Ah, I've got a training mission with some freshmans in about five hours, the guys puke every time they even go into a barrel roll, peh...kids", the large feline went back to eating his re-heated scrambled eggs, bacon and sausages. "Damn I'm hungry, hold on a sec there will ya", Tom got up and went over to get a tray and some food from the cafeteria. "Hey Chris, what do we have on the menu this morning, the feline joked and got a dirty look from the grumpy breakfast, lunch and dinner cat. He was a tubby, grey cat with piercing yellow eyes but they never bothered Tom the slightest bit.
The fat grey cat just grumbled something rude and dished out some very sloppy bacon, scrambled eggs and sausages, but before Tom went to go back to Joe, the grumpy feline slapped out a portion of mashed spuds on Tom's tray, "Compliments of the chef", and a smile cracked on the two cat's faces before they parted, getting back to their respective jobs. The respect between all the furs on this ship was absolutely essential and it showed for all of them.
Tom sat down across the small table from Joe and started into his breakfast. It wasn't too bad, and he started chatting with Joe again, "I hear there's a new pilot coming today", Joe looked up and checked to see if Tom was lying or not. "Really!, I thought we had enough, although things have been going pretty slow around here, we only get to fly the jets just to keep the engines from getting rusted or locked up", the orange feline flexed his impressive set of muscles and got up, "Well...I'll see ya around, I gotta get some shut eye for a bit, have a good one", he set the tray back up on the counter for Chris to clean up and disappeared out the door. Tom never understood why Joe always got up so early, even this early in the morning.
He shrugged off that thought and finished off his fry up. He gave the tray back to Chris and went off to the briefing room for his assignment. He went down the large corridor and caught a lift down to the briefing room just in time, "Hold it please", he called out and the door stopped short of closing. It opened again and Tom was greeted with a very beautiful sight indeed. There stood a very pretty blue and red hawk. She had large feathered wings that were tucked in behind her overalls, and two normal arms on front of them. Tom presumed she could fly by stretching out her arms with the beautiful patterned wings behind them. The rest of her body that he could see was covered in a very soft down, kind of like a mixture between fur and feathers. She had a shapely yellow beak and crystal blue eyes.
"Well hello there", greeted Tom, instantly recognising who she was. It was made obvious by the patch on her shoulder of the British flag and the emblem of the British Hell hawks on the other shoulder. "Good morning...er..", she paused, not knowing his name. "Oh...Tom, Lieutenant Tom Cat", the feline greeted, shaking the avians hand. "Oh yes it says that on your suit" she said, feeling very silly. Her hand was like a mixture of a paw and a talon and was covered in the same luxurious down and felt very soft against Toms paw pads. "Liutenant Kate Hawke", he said, looking at her tag on her suit aswell. "That's me", she said in a cheery tone.
She liked very much what she saw and as the elevator descended, she sneaked a peek at him, he had very odd collared fur, it was red and blue like hers but in no particular pattern, it went from blotches, to red dots over blue, to red and blue stripes, where she could see anyway.
There was a bit of an embarrassed silence between the two, not really knowing what to do or say. He looked down at her boots and noticed that they were slightly wider than normal, probably for her talon feet. The lift came to a halt and both exited. They proceeded into a huge room known as the bridge. Even at this time in the morning it was busy with activity, the whole crew made up of cats made Kate feel very out of place.
"Through here", he pointed to a door at the side of the room. They passed very busy crew members, reading the radars and marking out maps. They rushed about, looking very worried and some were sweating profusely. This made Tom feel a bit concerned and he quickened his pace to get to the briefing room. Kate looked out one of the huge bullet proof panes of glass that overlooked the Pacific Ocean. It was still far too dark outside and she could see the sky painted with thousands of stars and a glowing crescent moon hiding partially behind a grey cloud.
They entered the briefing room and met the captain and flight director. "Captain Grey Sir!" the two multicoloured pilots stood to attention to the captain. "At ease", he said and the feline and avian went to sit down, facing a large screen. The director stood beside the screen while the captain went to shut the door, blocking out all the commotion outside. "Lieutenant Cat, Lieutenant Hawke, I've called you here to carry out an assignment I'm afraid no one else will take on", Tom looked very worried at that point and then remembered that he never read the documents he was given. He silently cursed himself and hoped to god that this wouldn't turn out too bad. The director continued, a short black cat who turned on the screen, showing a blueprint of a submarine. "We have located a nuclear tactical submarine, off the coast of the ", he hit a button on the projector and it showed a blurry photograph of a submarine partially raised out of the water. "We fear it has the potential to unleash a tactical strike upon several major cities on the west coast", he hit the button again and it showed the map of U.S.A and several cities encircled with red marker and lines all leading back to the symbol of a submarine off the coast. "Your mission will be incredibly difficult, you must intercept the submarine just after it resurfaces and destroy it on site. The explosion should not set off the thermo - nukes inside the submarine, but getting to it will be a major problem", he took off his glasses and rubbed them with a soft, dry cloth and put them back on.
"Thank you for volunteering but I'm sure you are aware of the terrible risks involved," "We are," the two pilots said in unison. Tom was not really sure why he said that, having not really read the document.
The director and Captain went over the operation on the screen while Tom feverishly read over his documents and hastily signed them. It didn't look too bad for an experienced pilot like himself. It was basically a hit and run mission, a great emphasis on the running, meaning he had to haul ass out of there at mach 2 or faster if he didn't want to be blown to bits in his jet. One thing that worried him was the fact that there was only him and Kate. He had the fullest confidence in Kate for this mission but would have liked 3 or 4 more pilots along with him. "Sir, with all do respect, how are two F-14's going to destroy a nuclear sub?" the director looked down at Tom through his thick glasses, "Ah yes Lieutenant. Cat, I was just about to get to that, he brought up the next screen and it put a very big smile on Tom's face. "X-E39 guided missiles, the preferred choice for this mission, they should be able to pierce the submarines hull and cause maximum damage possible, although they are experimental weapons, they are incredibly lethal", the director pointed at the screen with schematics and blueprints of the missile.
Tom had the joy of using them once before, he had to shoot down a satellite that was being put into orbit. It contained biohazard weapons and he had to shoot it down as it was being propelled up into the stratosphere via rocket boosters.
"Well, I believe this is all," we will begin the operation at 05:30 hours, you have about an hour of time to do what you wish, I will meet you at the landing strip for more up to date information," he turned off the projector, packed up his things and saluted the two pilots. He left the room followed by the captain. Tom and Kate were the last to leave. "So what have you got in mind that we can do," the avian looked over to the cat, "Hmmm...I was thinking we could go for a jog around the decks, I could give you a tour and wake myself up at the same time," this seemed like a good idea to both and they set off for a jog. "So, where do you live when your not out here on duty," the hawk decided to start off the conversation, wanting to know a bit about this handsome feline. "I lived in Los Angeles in California, I loved to go to the beach whenever I could," they rounded a corner, "I guess your from England anyway, judging from the British accent," he smiled, looking next to him and seeing her reaction, "Ah yes, I'm was born in London city, lived right on the suburbs," they came inside from the chilly dark outer deck and jogged along the corridor. "Tell me Tom, how did you get into this type of Job, I know it's no cup of tea, took me ten bloody years to get this rank anyway," she rustled a couple of those soft down feathers as they made their way along the gigantic circuit that was the carrier ship. "I left school when I was sixteen, I didn't really do well besides math and gym. It was when I was seventeen that one day, a plane came crashing onto the beach. It was a real cold day and there were only a few people on the beach. I ran over to help him, he seemed alright but when I saw the inside of the cockpit that I really liked what I saw. It looked like something that was miles better than a car. The pilot must have been on a photography flight, but I sat in his seat and knew my calling. I got my dad to enrol me in some flight lessons, he was really glad I had taken an interest in this sort of thing because up until then I was pretty much a waster."
"Go on", she encouraged him on further, "I got a basic licence anyway, and joined up in the army. It was then that I got the chance to try out the big boys and the trainers said I was a natural born ace pilot, how exactly did you get into this?" it was her turn to tell the story now, "My uncle, god rest his soul, took me on a flight over Brighton and let me steer the plane. It was a simple enough propeller plane but he was amazed at my control over it, he got me flight lessons too. Since there were no real jobs for women to do commercial piloting, he sent me to the army. I was a bit scared going in but I really loved flying jet planes." They both smiled at each other in agreement, happy to have been brought together on this assignment. Both felt that they would get along fine.
"Did you finish school Kate?" the feline asked admiring her face, the beautiful beak and those pretty eyes, "Yes I did, I was going to do law or business in college but.....here I am instead." They both checked their watches, it was about 5 o'clock in the morning by now, and the early sun was dawning. "Beautiful isn't it," she said, gazing at the pink and orange horizon. "Yup, it's something alright," he gazed off into the horizon, his paw almost went to hers but then he snapped out it, cursing at himself. She didn't seem to have noticed. "I guess we better get ready," he sighed and walked away from the railings, she following in step with him. They made their way to the landing strip, putting on the necessary gear. The F-14's were ready for their pilots and they got inside. They both put on their gloves and air masks, followed by their flight helmets.
This runway was on the top of the ship, it was very short and required great skill to get a jet on and off the carrier ship with accuracy, one blunder and the plane could crash into the ocean or the ship.
They waited for another couple of minutes, mulling over the fresh data that the flight director just gave them. They were given the clear to start taxing down the short runway. Kate was first to go, she guided her jet to the starting point. A cat with two glowing sticks in his gloved paws turned them to green and moved out of the way. She turned the jet engine up and the plane roared to life, the massive orange flame behind her pushed the plane along the runway. She was squashed into her seat a bit and she pulled the plane up to take flight. It shot up into the sky like a shining arrow. Next was Tom, he taxied to the start but the engine cut out before he got a chance to take off. Frustrated, he tried again and with success, he lifted off and joined Kate in the skies. He checked the status of the engine and it checked out okay. "Hmph........, must have been a pocket in the fuel," he shrugged the problem off and got in formation with Kate.
They rocketed across the sky at mach 2, the incredible speed and flying was second nature to them by now. "The submarine is scheduled to re-surface in an hour, we should get there in time" Kate's voice crackled across the static radio, "Roger that, hell hawk," he said smiling under his mask. He liked to use their corps. Name, it made him feel like some kind of superhero in the sky. "Okay then hell cat," she also smiled under her mask. The sun was rising a good bit over the horizon by now and they both pulled over their black screens over their visors to compensate for the glare off the sun.
They glided at tremendous speeds, the wings of their jet aircraft making jet streams, long white streaks of air and vapour.
"Were getting pretty close now, arm your missiles," the hawks voice crackled across the radio channel. "No need to tell me twice," he said as he flipped up the plastic covering over the missile arming button. They could see a small bump out of the water and turned their afterburners on to full blast. Glowing orange engines went even hotter and they were closing in on their target. "Missiles armed and targeting," Kate was getting a lock on the submarine and the submarine registered on the Jet crafts computers. "God, that's one hell of a storm cloud!" Tom exclaimed and Kate saw the newly developed storm cloud, a giant black and grey mass in an otherwise perfectly clear blue sky.
Tom had just got a lock on the submarine, both pilots were within firing distance when all of a sudden, 20 Russian MIG jet planes came screaming out of the grey dense mass. Crude unguided missiles rained down like arrows as Tom and Kate tried to avoid them. Some were guided, Tom barrel rolled out of the way as a group of 5 missiles nearly hit him. "Shit! That was close!" the missiles turned around and went flying after him. Meanwhile, Kate had 6 MIGs tailing her, firing rounds upon rounds of bullets at her. They spewed out of the Russian jets like sparks. She cut down on the speed and the MIGs went flying past her. She let rip with her own bullets and hammered each of the 6 MIGs with deadly accuracy. The planes exploded into chunks of metal and hurled down towards the ocean.
"Holy fuck," Tom swerved left and right, pulled up sharply and dipped down sharply but couldn't lose the missiles. As a last resort, he let out the decoys from the back of the aircraft, tiny little pieces of silvery metal confused the missiles and the exploded in deadly fury, shaking Toms jet violently. He pulled the aircraft about and found Kate, they joined up in formation and went head on against another 8 MIGs.
"DIE YOU FUCKING BASTARDS!!" "GO TO HELL!!" each of the F-14 pilots screamed and roared as the sprayed hundreds of bullets at the oncoming attackers. None of them survived, Kate and Tom hit each one with fat, air force standard bullets and they plummeted to the Pacific Ocean below. "How the hell did they know about the attack?" Tom sounded very frustrated on the radio, "I don't know, but we have to destroy that sub now!!" they both pulled into a sharp decent towards the submarine which was beginning to go back underwater.
Once again, they acquired locks, despite the 6 remaining MIGs flying behind them. The Russian planes rocketed after up with the F-14's and let loose their last payload of missiles. The avian and feline armed the X-E39 missiles. They fired them at the submarine and as Tom's missiles left his jet, another guided missile smashed into the rear of his craft. A chunk of the jet was blown off and Tom went at a shallow descent with what was left of the plane. The submarine didn't have a chance and was blown in half, the crew inside were all killed from the blast and the nuclear weapons destroyed. The submarine broke into pieces and sank down to the bottom, several hundred feet below the surface. There was an island off in the distance, "Oh fuck! C'mon, I can make it!" his aimed his jet towards the general vicinity of the island, getting way too close for his liking. The water around the island was covered in a thick foggy mist. "Nooo! Tom!!" Kate followed him and before she could think, two battle ships emerged from the mist. Giant cannons pointed at her jet craft and fired shells at her. She could see the flaming streaks coming at her and she dodged a couple of them. One of them managed to strike the underside of her jet and she started loosing altitude.
Two F-14's with black smoke coming out of them were flying towards the island at an ungodly speed. Tom tried to calm himself down, it would take proper timing but it would work. Kate had the exact same plan in her mind. A few hundred metres before they got to the water near the coast, they switched off their engines and put the air brakes on to full. The drag that was created slowed them down a great deal and both hit the emergency eject button. They flew out of their jets, and the parachutes deployed. At this point they were very near the beach and their seats which had been ejected along with them went crashing down onto the sand below. It was only a matter of landing on the beach and both tore off their parachutes and sprinted towards the tropical forest past the beach.
"Where do we run to? They'll find us!" Kate started panicking as the two pilots sprinted through the dense, green undergrowth. "There! Look!" Tom pointed out a cave as they went further into the tropical forest. They bolted inside and lay there, panting and out of breath from their crazed dash. It was very dark inside there and they could only wait and see if the attackers would come looking for them.
"God dammit!" the captain hammered his fist down on the desk, fearing the loss of two very valuable pilots and good comrades. "Hold on sir, oh yes! They ejected from the jets before they hit the beach, they should be okay," the director wiped his glasses in feverish nervousness. "Thank God, get an extraction team out to that island immediately."
Outside, the helicopter took off from the deck and made its journey to the island which was an hour and a half away.
Three HIND helicopters landed on the edge of the forest, 3 wolves in heavy combat armour hopped out and went in search of the two pilots, leaving their own helicopter pilots to wait for them. The storm cloud moved on front of the sun and cast a sickly darkness across the island. The wolves turned on night vision goggles and picked their way through the lush forest. Tom and Kate suddenly hushed, hearing rustling outside. They pulled out their hand guns, taking off the safety catches and cocking them quietly. The group of wolves came to the outside the cave, it was incredibly dark and as they advanced for the hollowed out rock, the storm cloud moved out of the way of the sun. The effect was the goggles being completely whited out to a degree and all 3 wolves were blinded by the bright flash of sunlight.
Both avian and feline sprang out of the cave, pumping the wolves full of lead. The bullets were aimed at their heads and necks, killing them instantly and they fell one by one onto the ground, the heavy wolven bodies hitting the tropical soil with a dull thud.
"Quick! We have to see where the helicopters are!" Kate ran ahead of Tom and dashed through the undergrowth, even flapping her colourful wings a bit to gain more speed. Tom followed her easily enough; he was very nimble and acrobatic and navigated his way through the branches and tree roots with ease.
They both stopped short of the edge of the forest and looked on at the three helicopters, the deadly Russian machines waiting for the foot soldiers to return. "What Now?" Kate was stumped as to what to do now, "We wait, they might leave when they realise they lost signal..." As if on cue, the three HINDs took off and returned to their battleships. "Oh thank God! I though we were doomed!" Kate turned around and gave Tom a great big hug. He purred as he felt her luxurious down feathers rub against his fur and skin.
The next thing that Tom did was purely on impulse, he looked into her beautiful eyes and his muzzle met her smooth, yellow beak. His tongue found its way into her mouth and he found her soft pink tongue. It was a bit longer and thinner than his but was very fun to engage in a tongue wrestle. It soon developed into a passionate kiss and they groped and pulled at each others fur, limbs and anywhere else. "Oh Tom!" I've been waiting so long to tell you, but I just didn't have the courage to tell you. God...It's been only a few hours but I think...I......I'm in love with you Tom," she clung on to him, desperate not to let go of him.
"Oh Kate, that makes me really happy, I love you too!" he pulled her into another desire fuelled kiss. They kissed and held each other for a few more minutes before they felt their primal needs screaming to be attended to. "Kate...I want to, y'know...but only if you want to as well.....," he trailed off, one half of him hopeful, the other half not wanting to hurt her. "I....want to make love too.....Tom...," they both gazed into each others eyes, feeling a bit abashed. They had both been around the block a couple of times before, but they never had been prepared to come across each other. They were both amazed at each others beauty and handsomeness, feeling they were not worthy of each other.
They both plucked up enough courage to start taking off each others clothes. The hot steamy jungle was making them sweat a lot under their fur and down. They unzipped each others jumpsuits and pulled off their boots. Tom noticed Kate's talons for the first time. They were totally different from a bird's foot, they looked more like a footpaw and gave him the impression of being incredibly powerful. As he slid off his boxer shorts, she admired the crazy stripes and other patterns of blue and red all over his body. He looked like a living piece of abstract art and it only made her want him even more. She fumbled with the clasp of her bra, being very aroused at this stage. "Allow me m'lady..," Kate giggled at his mock English accent and he whipped of the bra in no time. "Whoa.....incredibly.....beautiful...oh...sorry!" I didn't mean to stare," he blushed under his fur but let out a deep, rumbling purr of arousal. Kate was also blushing as she saw his boxers tenting from his erection. "Hmmm...I'm glad you like what you see, she turned around, swaying her hips and pulling down her panties.
"Wow!" he smiled as he saw a feline tail under the fan of rear feathers. "Tell me Kate, which one of your parents was a cat?" he smiled as this revelation made him feel even closer to her than before. "My.....ooh...mother was a ginger cat and my....uuhh...dad was a blue hawk," she was groaning because he had his chest pressed against her back and was pawing softly at her pussy. She was soaking wet down there and he turned her around, bringing his paw to his muzzle and making a big show of licking off the juices. He purred and laid her down on the soft, tropical foliage. He leaned back and pulled down his boxers, his length sliding out of his feline sheath flopping out onto her stomach and dripping pre.
His dick was rock hard, he groaned as her paw gripped his length and started slowly jacking him off. He felt the twinges of pleasure coursing through his blood engorged member. Every time her paw reached the base of his member, it slipped a small bit into his thick sheath, bringing him some glorious feelings of pleasure. Enough was enough and he began lining himself up with her, "Ohhh...wait a minute, I want to try something different first...take me here.." she pointed down to her puckered ring below her pussy. "Whoa...kinky aren't we?" his member throbbed at the thought of taking her up the ass. "Hold on, this is going to be rough" he pushed the head of his cock against the puckered star of flesh. He took a second to ogle her beautiful shapely legs and pressed a bit harder against the opening of her rectum.
"Uuuhhh...she let out a deep, uncontrollable moan of pain and pleasure as his pre soaked member pushed past the resistance of her anus and slid deep into her ass. He let it rest there for a while, letting her get used to the feeling and savouring the tight walls squeezing without mercy on his penis.
"Okay, I'm going to start moving now" he slowly pulled his length all the way back to the head, before pushing it back in. Her anus milked his cock as it went all the way back in. He did this again and again, getting faster with each thrust. He pressed his chest against he soft, shapely breasts, getting a bit more leverage by digging his foot paws into the ground. He was soon pounding into her without mercy but she was screaming and chirping in pleasure, her ass being pounded and the unique feeling of a head of a penis bumping against the rear of her vagina. "Ohh...I'm close...I...I.....I'm cummimg! Aaagh" she screamed as a few more thrusts and her pussy exploded with girl cum, the sticky goo splattering onto his and hers lower bellies.
Tom pulled out his cock just before he came, the sudden loss of pleasure making him stop short of splattering cum all over her.
"Fuck me Tom, FUCK MEEE" she let out a hawk screech and pulled him atop her, his tool easily sliding into her sopping wet pussy. They humped against each other in a crazed frenzy and it wasn't long before they both came at the same time, their cum mixed together inside her snatch and she moaned as her lower lips gripped and suckled around the base of his cock, the inner walls holding on like a vice grip.
They both just lay there, he pulled her to her side so they could both face each other. The afterglow set in and they started to dose off in each others arms and in her big soft wings. In the distance, the sound of blasts and explosions could be heard though very soft on account of the distance away they were.
The last Russian battle ship exploded and giant chunks ruptured and fell apart as the American fleet hammered it to bits with shells. The search and rescue teams helicopter landed on the beach, three battle ships could bee seen in the distance, ready to destroy any more soviet ships. The felines hopped out and ducked down so as to make sure of no accidents with the rotating blades of the helicopter above them.
They weren't searching long before they stumbled across the two sleeping figure, sleeping very comfortably in each others arms. "Ahem..." one of the marines coughed, startling the two furs. "Uh oh....." Tom felt very worried now, trying to get up but his long and still erect cock still deep inside Kate. The marines turned around, giving the two wonder pilots some privacy. "It's okay...we won't tell anybody about this, but it's your shit to deal with" the marine who said that didn't mean any malice but he respected the two pilots for their great life risking mission that probably saves millions of lives. They walked back to the helicopters, Kate and Tom feeling very abashed and walking step in step, at each others sides.
They got in to the helicopter and held each others paws as it rose and flew off into the golden, amber sunset.....................
Epilogue
Kate went back to , knowing that their relationship could never work in these conditions. It was only two days before Tom got really lovesick and missed Kate terribly. He left his carrier ship, with great difficulty and went by plane to meet her at Panama Canal in South America. The sight would have melted your heart if you could have seen the two meet at the harbour, lovers reunited, embracing and kissing with deep passion. They both left their army careers and got married in California. They spent the rest of their happy lives as flight instructors and held an eternal bond of love that would live on forever........
The End
Fahrenheit Foxxx :)