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In this year of 1924, there was one thing that everybody was talking about: the world's first solo aerial circumnavigation by a woman. From outrage by reactionaries to praise from the more progressive circles of the time, few were left without strong feelings about the event. The pilot was of course Mallory Gwynn, world-famous aviatrix. After purchasing a surplus trainer from the war to use for barnstorming she had quickly worked her way up to setting records and establishing firsts, even sometimes outdoing her male counterparts!

This was her biggest mission yet in terms of both scope and danger, so each leg of her journey was planned well in advance. It came as little surprise that hotel prices soared in places she was scheduled to stop, people flocking there in the hopes of catching a glimpse or maybe even getting an autograph from the strong, independent, and beautiful celebrity pilot.

She was in Fiji, now, waiting in her room for her plane to be refueled and checked over. She would have done so herself, but there was an issue. She had stayed for too long in the warm, sunny climate of the southern hemisphere, and there was one thing that sudden warmth and sun tended to cause in female felines such as herself; she was in heat. Mallory hailed from a more northern climate herself, so being here was like going straight into a hot summer, and her body knew what hot summers were good for.

It had gotten really hard to focus on anything with her ever-present arousal and she had to change panties almost hourly if she didn't want it to soak through her pants. That wasn't even the worst of her problems though. With her pheromones flying everywhere around her, sexual harassment had become a near-constant problem whenever she made public appearances. The worst part was that it was so tempting, but she just COULDN'T give in to any kind of advances. She was a symbol! If she gave in to her base instincts, what would that say about her? What would that say about women in general?

So she stayed in her room with nothing to calm this craving she had. Had she been at home she could have gotten some Moonroot extract pills from her doctor, but here, in the middle of the ocean, there was no such option. She could 'help herself' of course, but that never lasted. The more she did it the more her body got used to the sensations and learned to not be fooled by them. By now orgasming from masturbation, even with toys, had little effect. Only breeding or waiting for it to pass would truly relieve her, but the first was out of the question for obvious reasons, leaving only the latter. It was getting to her head. She had a schedule to adhere to!

A firm knock echoed through her room, snapping her out of her aroused trance. "Who is it?" She asked, not wanting to talk to anyone she didn't know at this point. If it was a reporter then she was worried they would be able to smell the pheromones in the air if she so much as opened the door, much less during a conversation.

"It's just me", Amber said softly, "Don't worry, no one else is here."

Mallory breathed a sigh of relief as she went to open the door. Her friends and staff knew about her little problem, but she was still trying to keep it under wraps from the media. At least this was the second to last leg, and the last time she would be in a remote location. The end of this leg was Hawaii, where she could surely get something that would hold her over on the last hop to California. She just had to get through this one flight.

The mouse mechanic was waiting with a warm smile when Mallory finally did open the door. Amber even tried not to make a face when the smell hit her. Tried. She had a report to give, that would be a good distraction. "Everything on the plane is ready to go, I'm having Kadvan run some final checks now. We just got the weather report from Honolulu and everything looks good there too. The only thing we're waiting on is you, my fearless explorer."

Mallory smiled weakly. "Thank you Amber, you've been absolutely wonderful. Sorry about... all this."

Truthfully, Amber rather liked this effect on Mal. They both knew that their relations would be extremely frowned upon if anyone found out, but when the cat was as insatiable as she was now they both tended to throw caution to the wind. At least for a little while. "Don't worry about it! I just want you to be safe."

That got a more confident smile from the tabby. "Don't you worry about that. I could still fly even if you were up there distracting me yourself!" Now that she said it aloud, Mallory kind of wanted to try that. Maybe later.

Amber blushed heavily at that teasing statement combined with the potent scent in the air but managed to get a hold of herself. "Only if you promise. But come on, let's get out there already."

She held out her hand and Mal took it, glad to have someone as supportive as the mouse in her corner.

As they approached the airfield, a few journalists and press members were present along with some fans, but this was nothing like when she was at one of her more populated stops. A blessing considering her condition. She could stumble through some short speech, then get going before anyone's nose got too invasive.

Mallory waved at the group, but was quick with her speech. "Alright, I'd like to keep this short, as the weather here can turn at any time. This leg is going to be our second-longest, but there are at least some islands between here and Hawaii. Because of that safety margin, we're considering this to be something of a trial run for the Hawaii to California leg. Unless there are any questions, I'll be contacting you by telegraph once I land in Honolulu!"

A few journalists raised their hands and one asked, "You have been spending a lot of time inside your quarters for a few days now, and you have kept more distance with your fans and the press. Is there any reason for that?" That also calmed the other journalists, as they appeared to have the same question as well.

A little frown snuck its way onto Mallory's face. She was hoping for less... personal questions. The way it was worded made it sound innocuous enough, but the cat could tell there was a hint of suspicion in his words. "I've been doing a lot of flying, planning, and generally been keeping very busy. That and dealing with the shift in time zones has meant I've been trying to sleep more to keep myself in peak physical and mental condition. The air doesn't forgive mistakes, so I can't afford to make any. Anyone else, questions?"

The journalists scribbled her response on their notepads, satisfied. It wasn't quite as interesting as the alternatives they had thought of or the theories floating around, but it would do. No one else had anything too interesting to ask after that, just the standard generic questions on what her plans were to celebrate her return, how she felt about this long flight over open ocean, and the like. All questions Mallory could answer in her sleep by now. Some basic answers about dead reckoning and celestial navigation, a joke about going to her favorite bakery for some lemon poppyseed muffins, the usual. It was good to get through them quickly because she was pretty sure that some of the journalists were starting to smell something even though she was downwind of them.

"Thank you all for coming out all this way, but I really should be off now. I hope to see you all in California!" The few fans there applauded and cheered as the journalists kept trying to push for a few more questions, but the cat was well practiced at slipping away to avoid them. With Amber's help, she made her way to the hangar as her followers dispersed and got in the best position to take a shot of her plane taking off.

As they finally entered the hangar and safety from prying eyes, Amber pulled Mallory into a tight hug. "You did a great job out there. I know it's tough, but it'll be better soon, alright?" Mallory nodded. She was so close. Not only to this but greater fame as well. After that stupid decision about women pilots being barred from commercial roles earlier this year, she needed a win.

However Kadvan, Amber's assistant, was nowhere to be seen. Not on this side of the plane, at least. Mallory did a last-minute walk around the three-engined Fokker, but of course didn't find anything wrong with it. Amber was better than her at this anyways.

What Mallory did see was Kadvan with the top of his jumpsuit completely unzipped, leaning back against the plane, lost in his thoughts. She couldn't blame him for the clothes, it was way too hot to be wearing something like that. What she could blame him for was tempting her. The fellow cat was in good shape to say the least, and he and Mallory had always had a bit of a flirtatious relationship. Her heat didn't have to amplify much here to make him a very distracting sight indeed.

It took him a moment before he noticed them approaching, letting out a surprised mewl. The darker tabby got up, patting himself down as the girls approached him. "O-oh! I didn't expect you so soon! Uuh..." He seemed somewhat embarrassed for some reason, and Mallory could see his nostrils flare a bit as she got closer. He seemed to get hotter as she approached, ruffling the fur on his chest in the hopes of cooling himself off.

This wasn't Mallory's first heat. She knew what he was sniffing and what he might have been musing about when they found him. Males were much more sensitive to the scent of heat than females, so what he was noticing was quite obvious. Looking down, she might have even noticed that his jumpsuit had gotten rather tight...

"Kadvan!" the mouse scolds. "Have you been slacking off? You know we can't afford to lose any time!" The dark-furred tabby yelps and puts his hands up as he stutters. "Wh-what? No, of course not! I took a breather, that's all!"

A 'breather', sure. Mallory had her doubts about that, but getting into a fight would only put them behind schedule. "Alright, alright you two. As long as everything is good to go now we'll still be fine. Kadvan, did you run the last-minute checks?"

"Y-yeah, of course!" he says, rubbing his long neck fur nervously. "I mean, Amber did a good job of everything as always, so it's all in order! I just wanted to test the tank two valve one more time."

He was a reliable technician, and there was little reason to doubt him given how invested he was in this endeavor. His agitated state was being caused by... something else. Especially seeing how he seemed to be breathing faster, looking at Mallory quite intensely as his tail wiggled behind him. He quickly broke off his staring though, looking down in embarrassment.

Amber huffed and headed to the other side of the plane to finish oiling the top cylinders of the third engine while Mallory tried her best to ignore Kadvan's staring as she got in the cabin of the plane to check her plans. Hopefully the boring maps would help to get some other thoughts off her mind. Meanwhile, Kadvan went to retrieve a few things that had to be loaded up; emergency food, water, medicine, and some letters they had been contracted to carry. Those were mostly ceremonial, but it was a nice gesture nonetheless.

"Since I know you'll ask," he said to the feline pilot as he finished strapping everything at the back of the cabin, "I checked that the extra load wouldn't reduce your range too much."

The dark tabby still hadn't pulled his jumpsuit back up. He was the only one on board with her, and they couldn't even see Amber out of the plane's few windows. "We're not over gross for this flight, so it'll probably be fine," Mallory replied, bending over to get a closer look at her charts and maps. She had a decent number of check-in points she could use to determine how accurate her navigation was, and she wanted to have them all memorized.

Kadvan didn't have his mind on the maps. Or on finishing his final check. He was stopped dead in his tracks, staring at her as she leaned over the table. Watching her tail flick about lazily, the movement almost seemed intended to invite him in. She was the same species as him, so the pheromones she so casually wafted his way with her tail were extremely potent to his sensitive nose. And here she was, alone in the plane with him, practically presenting herself to him.

His heart was thumping as he started to lose his grip on any kind of rational thought, breathing faster as his animal side convinced him that she had done this on purpose, that she wanted him. He all but forgot about where he was and what was happening as he moved closer to her while she was focused on the maps. The closer he got the more potent her smell was, the more he craved to give this female what she was unconsciously begging for. She was the one letting off such enticing scents after all.

Mallory had been pretty focused on her task, doing her best not to think about her heat when Kadvan suddenly grabbed her from behind, pressing his hardened crotch against her backside as he held on tight, groping her chest and biting her scruff with a growl. The initial reaction that came over her wasn't something she was proud of, nor would she have chosen it. But when she felt a big body up against hers she moaned aloud, pressing back into him. It was only after a second thought that she realized what was happening. His hot, panted breath washed hotly over her neck, his mind going crazy as all he could breathe now was this maddening scent. It filled his mind with a thick fog and only one thought: breed!

"W-wait... no", she said without any real conviction, but he was already humping against her, grabbing her waistband to pull it down. Her tail curled around him, pulling him in, and he bit down harder on her scruff, making her moan again, louder this time. At that volume there was serious danger that Amber might hear them.

"S-s-seriously, you can't, not right now!" Her tail didn't release him as she said that though, and Kadvan couldn't really understand words anymore. Only body language mattered, and Mallory's body was screaming 'breed me!'

His member slid out of his jumpsuit and she could feel it rub against the base of her tail as he pulled her pants down. Just far enough to have her juicy bits open to him. He pushed her down against the table, forcing another desperate noise of desire out of the orange tabby while he growled. That cock rubbed against her folds, his body's instinctive and chaotic humping the only thing keeping his tip from finding its open and exposed mark.

The raw physicality of his motions spoke to Mallory's inflamed mind more than words ever could. "F-fuck, Kadvan, you c-c-can't," she said again, though that was the only resistance she managed to muster. Her body wanted nothing more than for him to just push inside of her, bottom out and rut her until this heat was nothing but an unpleasant memory.

He'd never get the chance. The door to the plane swung open and the mouse mechanic was standing there, holding a large crescent wrench. "Kadvan! Get off of her!" she ordered in no uncertain terms, making the male cat pause. He seemed a bit confused, blinking hard before turning to look at her, the fur of Mallory's neck still in his jaws. Whether the mouse was feeling protective or jealous was hard to say, but the metal in her hand would do damage either way.

It took another long second for Kadvan to come back to reality. Once he did though the dark-furred tabby's blood froze, and he let go of Mallory with no small amount of reluctance. Shamefully, he hid behind his hands, unable to tuck his tool back in his pants with it so erect.

"O-oh God, I-I'm so sorry! J-just... this scent... Uuuh..." he was struggling to find a decent excuse, looking frantically between the two girls, weighing his fear of the wrench Amber was holding against the desire that Mallory stoked within him. He had never done anything so forward towards Mal, and he knew what was between her and Amber. Even if he didn't think she would hit him, what he did was still unacceptable. Courts were lax with that if heat was involved, but between friends no such excuses would stand.

Mallory's tail hung onto him until the last possible moment as he backed away, her body affected even more strongly than his by the heat burning inside of her. She needed a solid few seconds after he pulled back before her senses returned to her all at once in a rush. Oh fuck, what had she been doing? Just because her long-time friend had pushed her down, bitten her scruff, had his cock and relief so close...

Dammit, she was still getting caught in the throes of it again! Mallory sighed angrily, pulling up her pants then putting up her hands. "Amber, settle down. Nothing happened just... I... I..." Another exasperated sigh. "Nothing happened, OK? Let's leave it at that. I need to be going anyways and pheromones are running wild, so we'll deal with this later."

Amber was clearly not happy with that answer, but she couldn't argue with the schedule. Landing at night would be dangerous, and if there was a headwind then Mallory was already leaving later than was ideal. Reluctantly she lowered her weaponized tool. "Fine. Kadvan put your pants on and get the fuck off this plane." The mouse almost never swore and it surprised him enough to make him pause in his struggles to put his jumpsuit back up.

"I-I... Uh..." His ears dropped even lower. He really appreciated the two girls, and he couldn't stand the thought of driving a wedge between them or of having them hate him. "A-alright... I... I'm really sorry..." he muttered, giving them one last pained look before walking off, ears and head down, his hands crossed over his crotch to hide what he could.

Amber bopped him on the back of the head with her hand as he walked past. Certainly not enough to injure him, but plenty strong enough to elicit a yelp and make him run off a bit faster. The mouse was surprisingly strong from all the wrenching she did. As soon as he was out of sight she asked Mallory in a soft tone: "Are you really alright? I know how men can get with heat, he didn't hurt you at all?"

Mallory shook her head rapidly. "No, I'm fine. I was just bending over the table looking at some charts and... well it happened kind of fast. But I just couldn't bring myself to stop him." She was looking rather sheepish now, staring down at the floor like it would give her answers. "I'm sorry. I should have tried harder."

"You don't have to apologize to me, dummy," Amber said as she approached Mal, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder. "As long as you're alright. I promise I'll have plenty of Moonroot waiting for you in Honolulu."

A soft throat-clearing got the two's attention. Kadvan was standing close to the plane's door, but still at a safe distance in case Amber's wrench hand felt itchy. He had finally gotten his situation under control, at least partly. "A-are we good to go? Should I open the hangar doors?" he mewls timidly.

"Yeah, go get them open," Amber said coldly, making him nod and run off. Whether this was about his behavior earlier, or Amber just wanting a moment alone was tough to say. Either way, Amber turned back to Mallory immediately. "Now don't let anything bad happen to you up there, OK? I'd miss you too much."

Mallory smiled, finally starting to get her feelings under control as well. "Don't worry, I'd miss you too." The doors started to open and Amber leaned in quickly, planting a kiss on Mallory's forehead, reigniting those more romantic feelings between them.

"Good luck my beautiful explorer," she said before heading back out of the plane. It was all up to Mal now.

There was a small crowd that had been waiting near the hangar door, and the tabby male was making sure they kept a safe distance as Mallory prepared for flight. A window next to the pilot seat opened and her voice rang out "Clear prop!" A second later the left-hand engine started turning, sputtering once, twice, then roaring to life. The center engine followed shortly, then the right side.

This was the largest and most complex plane Mallory had ever flown, but the increased safety margin afforded by the extra engines more than made up for it. She pushed the power forward and the plane lumbered out of the hangar towards the runway, the famous feline waving out the side to the cheering crowd as she taxied it forward. The airport wasn't very big, so it was only a short jaunt until she was at the end of the runway and the engines roared to their full power. Slowly at first, but ever faster the plane accelerated. It was heavy with fuel, but there was a nice breeze and the airplane lifted off gracefully with room to spare, carried by the cheers and the hopeful looks of her two friends.

But Kadvan's blood froze as he was standing next to Amber, watching the plane grow smaller over the horizon. He felt like he had forgotten something...

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As the Fokker flew off into the horizon Mallory knew that at least some of her problems were behind her. She wouldn't see anyone else for hours and hours, and though the cabin was sure to be thick with the smell of heat by the time she arrived, there was no one to smell it. She'd be safe. Nothing could go wrong now, right?

Indeed, everything WAS going well at first. She hit her first three navigation checkpoints slightly ahead of schedule and perfectly on course. Seems her weather report was accurate. Fuel consumption was good, but she still leaned the mixture out a bit for range. Temperatures were in the green anyways.

At seven hours into the flight though, signs of trouble emerged. The left engine sputtered briefly, something the reliable radial engines had never done before. Concerned, Mallory checked over her instruments but could find nothing wrong with the aircraft. She was halfway to believing it was her imagination when the right side did the same, for longer. The windmilling prop quickly restarted it, but she was now concerned. The fact that it restarted meant she still had a spark and considering it happened on two different engines the problem must be in a common system. It had to be fuel.

Mallory reached up to the master fuel switch and turned it over to the aux tank. The switch moved in her hand easily. Too easily. She flipped it back and forth a few times, but it was clearly not connected to anything. This was bad. Fuck, had Kadvan forgotten to check it? She should have pressed him on it!

No time to think about that now. Mallory immediately started her emergency procedures, diverting for the nearest island without delay. It was decently large by island standards. Forested, with a beach that would be good for landing. At least there was one bright spot here.

Just in time too, as all three engines now coughed and sputtered to a stop. She had her target in sight, but as she descended she wasn't sure if she could make it. Hold speed at best glide. Fly the airplane. Stay calm. She tried to keep her training in mind, to not panic as the waves got closer and closer, threatening to dash her plane to pieces and swallow her whole.

It was going to be close. She just had a few hundred feet to go, but her wheels were kissing the waves by now! She pulled back, trying to get every last additional foot she could! Come on, just a little further!

A loud stall horn blasted through the cabin, but Mallory held the stick back anyways. Her wheels were over the shallows now, just a little further!

With a lurch the plane dropped out of the sky, the wheels falling onto the first bit of sand after the water. They dug in hard, the soft wet sand not able to support a large aircraft, and the high tech machine ground through the thick mud before flipping over onto its back, the tail crumpling with a loud crunch as the whole thing came to rest upside down on the edge of the beach.

Mallory groaned, her ears ringing in the sudden silence after everything fell still. That hurt. Not her worst crash, though probably her most expensive. The cat patted herself down, but everything seemed to be in one piece.

Unbuckling her seatbelt she fell to the roof, then went right to the door. There was still a full fuel tank in there somewhere with lots of very flammable avgas in a plywood plane next to still-hot engines. Not a good combination. She grabbed the survival bag Kadvan had packed and got out of the plane promptly, but luckily nothing more happened. The fuel-starved engines didn't have anything to start a fire with, and though one of the tanks had ruptured it was leaking far enough away from the heat source to not be too dangerous.

More pressing right now was her survival situation. It was almost dizzying to think about after so much tension and noise and the stress that came from the crash. There was just silence around her at first listen. But then as she paid more attention she started to notice things. The waves rolling back and forth on the sand. The gentle breeze making the trees of the nearby jungle rustle. The sounds of birds, scared off at first by the big loud thing that came crashing on their island, started to come back the longer she stood still, chirping and talking to each other without a care in the world.

What was this place? Mal wasn't even certain, it wasn't one of the islands she was supposed to check in on. She could try to get her maps and charts to figure it out, but that would mean going back inside a plane that was still leaking fuel. Not the best idea. Besides, even if she did know where she was she had no way to communicate that or use the information.

Amber was going to be worried sick...

There was a lot that sucked about this situation, but she couldn't despair. Mallory took a deep breath as she tried to look on the bright side of things. It wasn't all that hard with the perfect sandy beaches, beautiful waves, and all those birds singing. The island seemed large and lush for the region, so there was definitely fresh water and food to be found. If she had to wait for rescue there were certainly worse places to attempt it. And there was no one here to pry about her heat either.

Overall not her worst crash. Not her best either, but she was alive. Time to find some wood and make a fire. Mallory headed for the trees, not in any particular rush just yet.

However as she laid her eyes on the brush at the edge of the jungle she froze, a sudden overwhelming sense of dread hitting her. Something instinctive repelled her, telling her that there was something very bad there. Something big was watching her, she knew it even if she couldn't see it. It made her take a few steps back, but then other instincts flared up in her lower belly. A small ball of warmth swelled there, growing and spreading all over her body. The cat's heart started beating faster, her breathing intensified, her legs quivered and felt weak, but not out of fear. The feelings pinned her in place, or maybe actually just blurred and smothered any desire she could have had to run away. As if her body was telling her that she should wait for whatever was watching her, accept it, even though she was terrified.

And what was this smell enveloping her? It was strong, musky, wild, but not unpleasant. The kind of scent that felt thick. It filled her lungs and stuck to her nose, seeping through and into her brain to further inflame those powerful feelings. Not unlike what she felt around other male cats, but it had never been THIS strong.

And then she saw it; A pair of eyes piercing through the brush, staring right at her. They glowed like cat's eyes in dim light, but this was no mere cat. It was big and dangerous, far greater than the domestic species she knew. Still, she couldn't bring herself to run away. And then she saw another pair of eyes. And another and yet another, more and more appearing to her one by one until there must have been at least a dozen when she stopped counting.

The feelings inside of her swirled and crashed into each other, so primal and base that any one of them would have controlled her completely had they not been at odds. Never had she felt her heat this strongly before, but at the same time never had she ever been face to face with a real apex predator like this, let alone so many of them.

In an act that was probably as much of a habit as anything intentional, Mallory reached for her aviator's cap, pulling it off as she stared down the massive predators. It was far too hot for it anyway, and her blazing red hair spilled out as she did. A breeze blew over the beach, the only noise and movement that dared to split their tense meeting. Mallory knew she couldn't fight these things, and there was nowhere to run. So why wasn't she feeling the fear that she should?

After a few seconds of tense staredown, the beasts walked out of the bushes, one by one. Some moved on all fours, some getting up on two legs, all sniffing intently as they approached her. They were much taller and more muscular than regular people, much more feral looking too. Not totally upright, they were slightly hunched over when standing on their two digitigrade feet, and looked quite natural on all fours. They wore straps of leather or cordage over their chiseled bodies to carry primitive pouches, tools, and weapons while their fur was adorned in places with what looked like warpaints. None of them had anything covering their lower halves. The entranced cat could easily see their huge sheaths with anywhere from golf ball to baseball sized orbs underneath. Some of them already had their members growing and swelling as well. Apparently, they were as captivated by her scent as she was by theirs.

And the cat couldn't help but note that none of them were female...

One of them, larger and bearing more scars than the others, approached the paralyzed cat slowly while she stared into his deep golden eyes. The beast would have none of it and roared loudly at her, making her jump and her heart take off. Panting, she almost immediately realized her mistake from instinct alone and lowered her gaze. Any time she tried to be so bold as to look at the creature above his waist he'd growl again to clearly establish that she wasn't in a position to defy him. It wasn't so bad though. Between the beast's legs was something that she couldn't pry her eyes from anyways. The closer he got, the bigger his cock became, and the more Mal's mouth watered.

Seeing that she was starting to behave, he extended his nose towards her to take in more of the foreign yet familiar scent this female was letting off. Closer and closer he came until she could feel his hot breath on her and his nose touch her hair. That made her jump, but a displeased chuff from the beast informed her that she wasn't to move again. Forcing her to keep her eyes on that throbbing cock right in front of her, within her reach, so big and enticing. That reddish, slick, veiny, pulsating rod. The whole thing was covered in hundreds of supple-looking barbs, like pointy little pleasure buds. The strong masculine and overwhelmingly wild scent mixed with his male pheromones emanated from it, every part of the thing hitting the centers of her heat-addled mind that were controlling any part of her body the alpha hadn't instructed her what to do with yet.

This was where her experience ran out though. What was she supposed to do? She kept her eyes down as the beast's breath went right in her ears, his nose ruffling up her hair. The orange tabby didn't make any movements despite how physically and mentally hot she was getting. She was actually feeling hot, now, and it was becoming unbearable. Her hand shaking, she reached up for her leather jacket's zipper and started pulling it down slowly, the noise making the beast perk his ears up and pull away from her hair, watching what she was doing with typical feline curiosity until just the plain white shirt she wore underneath was the only thing covering her front.

Daring to take the smallest of glances up to see what the big tiger thought of that, she could see this made the hulking male tilt his head. An animal shedding its own skin? How strange! However, the scent was stronger where the vest had just opened, and the curiosity was quickly replaced with interest, making him grab her shoulders with his huge clawed hands and shove his muzzle against her chest with no kind of delicacy. He pushed and nosed at her breasts, sniffing eagerly, and he started to understand that her clothes weren't her true fur, but merely some kind of weird obstructing packaging around his prize.

Before she could do anything about it, not that she would have anyways, the razor sharp claws dug into her jacket and tore it off like paper, making the poor cat yelp! That was thick leather, and the fact that he could tear it so easily showed her just how outclassed she was physically.

He tossed the two halves aside before roughly grabbing her sides and returning to sniff at her. His nose and his hot breath started to move down towards her belly, sending shivers up her spine as she watched him. She really was helpless in the claws of such a beast. Seeing that this white sheet Mallory called a shirt was yet another covering, he let out an annoyed growl and grabbed the entire front portion between his jaws before tearing it off without harming any flesh underneath, now leaving her upper body completely exposed.

His precision and strength in stripping her only served to add more fuel to the fire burning inside the tabby. Her newly-revealed nipples were fully perked up, and that was something the male was all too happy to take advantage of. Salivating at the sight of the female's beautiful fur, he pushed his muzzle forcefully on her breasts again and started to lick them with his huge, hot, and raspy feline tongue. She was unable to stifle a loud moan as it squished one of her breasts, grinding up against her oh-so sensitive nipple to flick it and letting the whole thing bounce at the end of his stroke before he moved on to the other one, prompting a moan again. He went back and forth between the two, never giving the cat a moment of respite.

That wasn't the only part of her body that was showing its arousal. She had already dripped through her panties, and by now there was enough of it that her pants were starting to get damp too. The cat's knees were weak, something that the most dangerous of flights and the largest of crowds had never managed to do.

Some part of her still screamed that she should stop him, tell him off, but it was easily drowned out by her potent desire at this point. That and the fact that there was absolutely nothing she could ever hope to achieve physically against this one male, let alone the dozen that were watching on, now all just as hard and eager as their Alpha. With the big strong body, the enticing looking shaft, his claws and fangs, the evidence of battle hardiness all across his healthy looking fur and just how he made her feel... it would only be right if such a fine specimen were to breed her.

Fuck she needed it. Mallory whimpered and moaned from the tiger's repeated assault on her chest as she undid the button on her pants, wishing she could just tear them off as easily as he had done with her shirt. To be exposed before this male felt right and natural. Her body had submitted to Kadvan when he had pushed her over before, but all this tiger needed to do was to be near her to stir those same feelings of submission.

As those pants and panties slid down they removed the only thing stopping her from dumping even more of her heated pheremones into the air. The increased potency of the scent immediately got the male's attention. He moved back to look over his newest prize in full detail.

The white belly and orange striped-fur were all familiar, but her stripes were merely a different orange instead of a contrasting black. Her head-fur was different as well, a fiery orange never encountered by their tribe before. Overall she was a bit on the small side for a female, but with her gentle curves and that powerful heat scent coming off of her she would make for a perfect, exotic mate. The others too smelled this scent and became restless, but a stern growl from the Alpha, Mallory's Alpha now, was enough to get them to settle. Even though their cocks were nearly drooling with need at this point.

The tiger then glared down at the cat and roared at her again, a deep and powerful noise as he put a light pressure on her shoulders. It was a clear order, and one she wouldn't disobey. She fell down to her knees, the movement putting his massive, throbbing, drooling cock right in front of her cold wet nose. She felt the intense heat radiating from it and that scent... oh gods that scent! It was thick and heavy in her mind while being warm, numbing, and absolutely intoxicating!

The very first breath she took was enough to seal her fate, yet she couldn't stop taking more regardless. It seeped into her brain, completely drowning her reluctance and reason in musk and desire, compounding with her heat to create a chemical cocktail more powerful than any drug that could have been synthesized.

Mallory wasn't in control any more, the animal inside her was. She immediately leaned in and purred as she kissed the male's tip, making him groan and slowly move his hips against her face. That was why he was the Alpha. He knew he didn't even have to touch her for her to fall into her rightful place. His bitch now licked up the length of his shaft with her perfectly soft domestic feline tongue, moving her hands up to fondle his full and heavy tennis ball sized testicles, eliciting a deep growl of pleasure from him.

Despite her smaller size, this new female felt just as good when she was pleasuring the alpha. Her tongue didn't cover as much area, but it was smoother and more active than a typical tigress. Her hands were skilled and dexterous as they played with his balls as well. And she was oh-so-eager to show that she was his now.

That was enough teasing though. He was the Alpha and had great self control compared to his subjects, but there was only so much he could deny the needs of such a willing and eager female. Especially one so keenly aware of her place and of her only purpose: breeding.

He suddenly pulled away from her, causing a soft mewl of protest from the completely enraptured cat, but he gave her no time for second thoughts. The massive tiger pounced, pinning her to the ground, holding her arms down at her sides. Feeling his weight alone on top of her made her cry out her desire, bucking her hips up against him. She needed it! So desperately! This thick, amazing pleasure rod was so close to her baby maker that she could feel its heat. She would have begged for it, but her mewling was the best she could muster as she looked up at him from the depths of her heat.

But all this agitation wasn't to the tiger's liking. This female had no right to demand anything! Getting the seed of the Alpha was a privilege! He growled and caught her throat between his jaws, choking her yelp of surprise with his massive fangs. He could crack a coconut clean open with those, but right now displayed his impeccable control as he squeezed her tighter only when she mewled or moved, never enough to truly harm her.

Gasping for air, the helpless cat nonetheless adored this rough treatment. It was her Alpha doing it to her, so she had to have deserved it for being so demanding, and it only made her more desperate for him. She quickly got the message and fell still beneath him in spite of the absolutely boiling need inside of her

Satisfied with her obedience, he slowly relieved the pressure on her neck, licking off the tiny bit of blood he had drawn before getting back to giving her what she so desperately craved. Mallory's pants were only halfway down, but that wasn't much of an obstacle for someone with claws as large and sharp as the Alpha. A small gasp came from the cat as her pants were torn away, finally exposing her body to the beast completely.

She whimpered in need, her hips lifting up and pressing towards him slightly in raw desperation. Never enough to provoke his ire, but just enough to show her desire. Looking down, she could see his shaft looking as big as ever, already throbbing and drooling precum. She might have thought that it would hurt if her mind wasn't completely overtaken by heat, lust, and this powerful male's pheromones already. But here and now, all she could think of was that this cock would fill the overwhelming emptiness between her legs. That it would give her the most incredible pleasure and above all, the potent seed of this oh-so-strong male. Any trace of the sassy independent pilot fighting for her rights and those of all women was completely gone. Her mind couldn't even fathom such thoughts any more, only that her purpose was to bear kits.

With those pants off the tiger sniffed at her again, then growled a low, almost pleased sounding growl. He leaned down, sniffing closer and closer to the source of that heated desire before laying one big, long lick along her slit. A moan burst from Mallory at that, the poor cat unable to contain herself in the slightest. Her tail thrashed around behind her, brushing sand aside as she struggled to keep herself as still as the alpha had commanded. Luckily him holding her down with a steel grip helped greatly.

The tail's movement apparently didn't count against her either because the tiger graced her with a second lick, then a third. Each one sent bolts of pleasure up Mallory's spine that were already nearly as good as any single orgasm. Here though the pleasure was nearly constant, battering her body repeatedly without so much as a moment of respite between them. And just when it couldn't get any better she felt something even more wonderful. The beast's huge tongue pushed inside of her pussy, teasing her with its texture and filling her far more than any tongue ever had a right to. If he kept on like this, she'd...

But he didn't keep on. After just a few more licks he stopped and pulled away, his tongue still connected to her with a strand of saliva and her natural lubrication. He briefly took a moment to catch his breath before jumping back on top of the cat. Mallory yelped in surprise as he pinned her arms above her head, the tabby's chest heaving as her Alpha looked over her entire body one more time, drooling above her from both his mouth and his dripping cock. Mallory knew that the time had come. She was such a perfect mate, so small and beautiful, such a fit body, such pristine fur... Her cubs would be perfect from the Alpha's seed.

Leaning down on her with his chest pressing up to hers, his hot shaft's tip finally touched Mallory's folds. A shock went up her spine as a spasm made her entire body arch and leave her completely unable to hold a moan down. He had barely even touched her and this was how her body reacted. Would she even survive this? The question had barely brushed her mind when it was blown away by the surge of ecstasy that came as the growling tiger pushed his hips down to force his oversized cock past her tight lips.

There was pain of course. Even with the fact that she had been literally dripping with arousal it was still huge. But that discomfort was completely numbed out by all the chemicals swirling and overflowing inside her brain and throughout her body. The cat was unable to contain herself at this point, crying and moaning out, wiggling uncontrolably under the beast's grasp.

None of that mattered to him any more. He kept pushing deeper inside of her with ease thanks to his strength and how wet she was. Stretching her insides, making her arch her back as her whole body twisted and let out a choked, high-pitched cry, those vibrant blue eyes rolling up into her head. She barely had any time to process what had just happened before he started to pull back, the pleasure redoubling as his barbs raked her inner walls. It was so much she couldn't even make a sound apart from a breathless squeak, her trapped hands desperately trying to grasp at something, anything, but she might as well have been trying to free them from concrete.

Her pussy had eased around him a bit, so he pushed back in even more roughly and deeply. A flash of white blinded the helpless cat as she screamed out in... it was hard to tell. It would have definitely been painful were she in a different mindset, but all that was in her now was the incredible fullness that this barbed cock gave her. Mallory panted and wiggled her hips around it... it felt so thick and perfect. He pulled back again, those barbs giving her another jolt, but leaving her pussy almost achingly empty. Her head could hold no thoughts any more, just feelings. Feelings that told her that this was her true purpose and that she NEEDED that cock back inside her!

Her alpha was all too happy to indulge his good, needy little pet. The big tiger pushed back in once again, then out, then in, falling into a steady rhythm that was driving the poor tabby cat crazy. Making her scream until her throat hurt, forcing her to resort to simply purring, then weakly moaning when even that became too exhausting. The noise was covered up intermittently by the loud slaps of the tiger's cock plowing into her. Pushing deep inside to the absolute limits of her fertile passage, making her belly bulge out around the sheer size of the beast's cock. And he was barely two thirds in!

He groaned in absolute bliss, loving the feeling of his new breeding bitch's tight hot pussy. She really was a prize from the heavens, a prize he had spent a long life fighting to earn first rights to. Her squirming and noises were a delight, like that entire trim body was begging for more. His blood was boiling with lust, the pleasure he was getting from this small female was so intense. Like a mix between that of breeding and that of when he was holding a helpless, squirming prey. He grinned and licked her soft white throat as she kept crying out, her whole body and breasts bouncing back and forth under his powerful pouding. The poor bitch barely conscious as her entire world was subsumed in nothing but rapturous ecstasy.

The tiger wasn't fully satisfied just yet though. In fact he was starting to feel frustrated that his new mate wasn't taking his entire length. This had to be fixed. He suddenly grabbed her legs, freeing her hands safely in the knowledge she'd be nothing but a good girl now, and pushed those legs up against her chest into a mating press. The new position made the cat moan absolutely incoherently as she reached up to grab at his thick neck fur, anything that could support her. He was almost completely inside of her now, his tip pushing up against her cervix again and again while his heavy balls slapped against the wet mess that dribbled and splashed down onto her butt.

And this neck of hers as she leaned her head back in submission, so white, so soft, so exposed... He growled and suddenly lunged forward to catch it between his jaws again. He squeezed as their bodies kept colliding with each other, choking out her yelps of pleasure and even making her bleed slightly. A hint of fear managed to make its way in the cat's mind as she started to feel that the air wasn't coming to her lungs unimpeded any more, the beast squeezing just a touch too tightly for comfort.

She would have tried to push him away, to struggle, to protest, to have any kind of self-preserving action, but the mere thought of doing any of those was drowned out by the tidal waves of ecstasy each time the beast's cock slapped home. She was too enraptured even to save herself as she started to feel light headed from lack of oxygen, the air-starved high compounding with the intense rutting to render her even more helpless beneath him. Not that the tiger seemed to notice or care.

Truth was that he was well aware that choking out his baby maker wouldn't work for him, and he couldn't have her pass out just yet. But he could keep her on the edge just fine. He released her neck just in time, letting her gasp that precious air into her lungs before squeezing it again. He growled deeply, the rumbles of a hunter's warning shaking her body as he huffed and panted, getting closer and closer to filling her with seed by the second.

For all the helplessness she felt, Mallory wasn't just a passenger. Her mind was firmly on getting more pleasure, on submitting herself to her new Alpha entirely. With all of her remaining mental fortitude she wrapped her legs around his back, pulling herself in to try to get just that little bit more tiger cock inside of her.

That's all it takes though, all the more Mallory can handle. With one last moan she loses herself completely, her claws sticking into him as she squeals with joy. Her whole body reacts as well, her soft tail wrapping around one of his thighs while her insides seem to squeeze around his cock, desperate to get him to give her the one thing that could truly put out her heat.

The effort isn't in vain either. Pulling his head back, the tiger lets loose a powerful, jungle-ruling roar as his eyes roll up into his head while an ecstatic expression washes over his face. The beast started to thrust more erratically, grunting before biting down on her neck again, cutting off the tabby cat's oxygen in the midst of her orgasm. He has no such restriction though, nothing to distract him from his primary task of shoving his cock and all of his seed as deep inside of her as he possibly can.

Then she felt it. The first few twitches of the cock gave nothing more than the pre already inside of her and the deeply arousing feeling of his cock moving. But in a sudden flood of sticky warmth, she's filled, overwhelmed with the sheer amount of cum taking over her body, filling every last inch and crevice of her insides and womb, then promptly overflowing and making a mess of her thighs and crotch and even the beach sand below them. All the better, that scent would make it clear who owned her.

The two of them came hard on and in the other's body. Large and small, domesticated and wild, lithe and muscular, but both brought together by lust and feline need. The intense bursts of pleasure they experienced were only intensified and amplified by each other's desire and foreign nature. It took a long while before either of them came back down from the clouds to the beach they were on and realize they were still locked in a sensual embrace. For the tiger that meant loosening his bloodied teeth from her neck, but for Mallory all she wanted was for the moment to last forever.

He wasn't a cruel leader. He let the cat stay close, purr against him, enjoy the feeling of his rough fur on her body. He had planned to give her over to the rest of his tribe once he was done, but perhaps that would happen tomorrow. For now he easily lifted his gift from the gods and took her back to the pack's camp, waving off the rest of them for now.

After all, he still had to make sure she was safe to hand over to the rest of the tribe.

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Mallory's scheduled arrival time came and slowly passed. Then another hour went by. She had enough fuel for a theoretical additional hour and a half in the air where she might still make it.

15 minutes after that passed was when Amber first broke down. Kadvan managed to stay strong enough to order the search and rescue to start, but only just. Newspapers scrambled to replace their joyous coverage with something more somber, especially as nothing on nothing on more nothing was found. For all the bright red paint of her plane, the oceans seemed endlessly and relentlessly blue.

First, days passed. Then weeks. Then months. The mystery thickenned for a while, but could only sustain itself so long before the aviation hero would be reclassified as a martyr.

Nearly four months after the plane failed to arrive, the world had moved on. All but two people that was, pouring over maps they had already scoured a dozen times. Each. Storms had hindered some of their early search attempts, but that excuse had long since run out.

"How long do we keep doing this?" Amber finally asked, letting her pencil fall from her hand. The question had been on both of their minds for a while, but neither wanted to be the first to give voice to the sentiment.

"Until we find her!" Kadvan answered immediately. "If we assume it was a fuel system problem then that narrows her potential areas to--"

"And what if it wasn't? What if there was a squall? What if there was a slow leak? An engine fire? Honestly Kadvan, we've got 3,000 miles of empty ocean and not a clue where to look. I just... I can't keep doing this anymore."

Kadvan was about to argue that the fuel system must be it, that he knew it must be his fault, but the look on Amber's face convinced him to keep quiet. "I... yeah." There was a long pause as he looked down at the charts. He wasn't sure whether she blamed him for what happened. He was sure he blamed himself. "I... I'm sorry Amber..." he mutters, the numbers before him blurring as tears welled in his eyes.

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As time passed, Amber found a role working for another famous aviatrix before eventually moving on to designing planes of her own. With political tensions brewing there was no shortage of need for high performance designs, and Bennet Aircraft took on a leading-edge role in the industry.

Kadvan though stayed closer. Unable to pull himself away completely, he settled down in Hawaii as an aviation mechanic. He gained a reputation for thoroughness and carefulness that was impossible to beat, though the source of that caution was a secret he kept close to his chest.

His location did mean that when rumors of a tribe of red-headed Tigers who had an even brighter red Fokker as a shrine were carried back on the lips of returning troops, he was the first to hear about it. He also knew just who would be willing and able to fund an expedition to give it a closer look.

And when the second airplane in three decades did arrive on that remote island, it wasn't a threatening Alpha that greeted the pilots. This time it was a smiling, familiar red-haired tribe elder.