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Flight to Frisco

By Kathmandu © 2015

Artwork by Ladyheather© 2015

I looked down at my hands for the hundredth time since I left the house this morning. They were smooth and mostly hairless, the hands of a human male in that stage of life where they could be anywhere from 30 to 60. I hate being fully human but some situations require me to blend in, be unseen in a crowd or, like now, not cause panic among humans trapped in an airplane. It's odd that the same people who hardly notice me when I'm not completely human start to become terrified when they notice they are sitting in the same airplane with me when I have the fur coat on. I've been on TV since the eighties and I used to be as famous as "The Hoff" back in the day when my show "Tiger Eye" was still on the air. I'm harmless, really. There are others like me and everyone is somewhat aware that weres live among regular humans and aren't typically a threat.

I boarded the plane behind a couple dressed in typical tourist clothes, camera bags, shorts and tennis shoes. They made me look rather dour in my suit and tie but I was flying on business and dressed for it even if I rarely wear a suit otherwise. It made me itch and yearn for my normal tiger pelt and a pair of shorts. I was headed to a job in San Francisco that was going to be a couple of days of shooting a commercial. Time was I rated a private charter but these days when a CGI tiger was cheaper than a tiger who could follow direction, it was 3rd rate commercial airlines and in the cheap seats at that. I'm still pissed that "Life of Pi" didn't call. I could afford better but I always fly on my employer's dime.

I walked up the stairs to the doorway as the tourist couple maneuvered their camera bags and such through the door. It was a twin engine turbo prop that was a bit on the small side compared to most airliners I've flown on before but I_'ve_ flown on much worse. Thankfully this one looked like it was built during the Nixon administration rather than the Truman like the last small plane I had flown on. I waited as they made their way through the door then I followed through as they struggled to their seats.

Surprisingly there was a stewardess waiting in the doorway to welcome passengers as I walked on board. She was rather pretty with a mixed heritage of asian and caucasian in that typical Californian beach tan and hair salon look. She held out her hand and I handed her my boarding pass as she flashed me a practiced smile. She looked at it then said, "Sit anywhere you like sir, you are the last passenger."

I looked and saw the plane was mostly empty with just a few passengers then looked back at her as she handed me the boarding pass back. Her finger inadvertently brushed my hand as I took the pass back and it was as if I was hit by lightning for a brief second. I froze for just a moment then coughed to hide my reaction. She was oblivious as she began to close the door and I headed for the rear of the plane to find a seat. I found a seat at the rear of the plane by the emergency exit and stuffed my carry on bag under the seat and sat down.

I closed my eyes and entered a trance and spoke to my pattern that I unimaginatively called Pattern. "What the hell was that?" The alien virus that insinuated every cell in my body and gave me my shape-changing ability and near immortality didn't respond right away but only after a second or two's pause.

"She is as we are but she isn't aware," Pattern said. Verbose, my inner virus is not.

"She has a pattern? Oh crap, and she doesn't know?"

"Her pattern is not complete, she is a mistake and not a predator. The pattern is a remnant that survived when it shouldn't have. This should not be possible."

Translation; her pattern didn't form the normal way and she has a were form that isn't at the top of the food chain. I've been able to turn into a tiger since I was a kid, she is in for a surprise when she changes for the first time whatever she turns into.

"She turns into a rabbit."

"Really? That is strange, I thought you guys only collected in predators."

"That is the normal way, she is different. The cells I interrogated have limited information since they are shed skin cells. I could find out more if we were to exchange body fluids."

"You've got to be kidding. Here?"

"You are thinking macroscopically, You need only speak to her in close proximity so that microscopic droplets may be exchanged. Not that she would be adverse to kissing or more if her pheromones are to be believed. She thinks we are handsome."

"She thinks I'm handsome. You are a gelatinous blob of overactive RNA, she'd lose her lunch if she saw you."

"We are inseparable, when she looks our way it is "we" she sees."

"It's just a joke."

"No it wasn't, I have memories stretching 5 billion years into the past when your star was just a lump of dust in a gas cloud, I've... seen things you people wouldn't believe... Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those... moments... tell me that wasn't ... a joke."

I laughed out loud and broke the trance at the same time. It was a bit disorienting as it usually is. Pattern has to make neural connections that are hard to maintain for very long. Typically the alien communicates much more subtly and only actually talks to me when it is very important. He (I think of it as "he" even if gender is meaningless) says the large world I and everyone else lives in is slow and boring compared to the exciting world of the microscopic. I'll take his word for it although he did once mention this planet is nightmarish in that there are creatures that prey on virus and in turn there are things that prey on them that are essentially carnivorous molecules. Having been chosen as a host can be a very weird existence made more so because my pattern is a Bladerunner fan.

I looked up and watched as the stewardess finished closing the door then started the seat-belt and emergency procedures speech for the seven passengers who sporadically filled a twenty passenger airplane. She pointed at the emergency exit at the rear of the passenger compartment next to me and I smiled a bit. With my claws and a boost from Pattern and I can rip this plane apart like tissue paper and make my own. She then mentioned the floatation features of the seat cushions and the location of the inflatable vests. All standard stuff for anyone who has flown before.

Take off was uneventful and once we were in the air and climbing, I noticed we were flying west over the coast and out to sea. I've flown this trip a few times in the past and I knew we had to clear the airport control area inside a narrow departure corridor to avoid other air traffic and meant we'd be flying over open ocean for a good portion of the flight. I know this because someone usually asks the stewardess if the pilot knows San Francisco is north not west.

I smile as if right on cue, the female contingent of the tourist couple seated near the front of the plane waved at the stewardess and pointed out the window, "Miss, we didn't buy a ticket to Hawaii, does the pilot know where he is going?"

She puts on a tired smile and tells everyone in a loud voice, "To avoid other air traffic at one of the busiest airports in the world, we have to fly west then north. It is just as quick and we don't have to fly over the mountains making the flight a lot less turbulent." The couple then engaged in that sort of silent argument with a lot of shushing and grimacing that people who have been married a long time often engage in.

We leveled out around the same time we lost sight of the coast and the stewardess made her rounds taking drink orders and passing out peanuts. Since I was at the back, it took her a little while to make it to me which gave me time to think of something to say to get her to strike up a conversation. Since I'm a total moron at human interaction I couldn't think of anything so I just fell back on the ol' standby. She asked what I would like to drink and if I wanted peanuts. I made my selection then looked into her eyes and said,"My goodness, what amazing eyes you have."

She was taken back a bit then said, "Thank you sir, I take after my father."

"I have my mother's eyes myself," I said, "I keep them in a jar on a shelf in my closet." I waggled my eyebrows for effect. Season 1, episode 6 of Tiger Eye. It was a wonder we made it three seasons but then a were tiger was a cool gimmick at the time.

She looked at me a bit shocked then laughed which resulted in a wonderful shower of microscopic water droplets with countless messenger virus in each one pretty much ensuring at least one would make it. I breathed in sharply to make sure I captured as many tiny paratroopers as I could.

She turned and went to get my drink and bag of honey roasted cardboard and I quickly submerged into a trance, "So, what's the deal?" I asked Pattern.

Her name is Amanda Yin and she is a 26 year old Vietnamese American born in Thousand Oaks. Her pattern was acquired through being bitten by a dog used as an emergency vessel when the original pattern was in a rabbit host."

"Essentially, enough of you virus collected in a rabbit somehow and then got itself eaten by a dog who then transferred the load into Amanda there."

"That is correct. The dog was a pet and bit her when she was young. Her pattern was not complete as not all of the required virus made it to her. Enough for her pattern to form inside her but not enough to endow her with the survival abilities and a sentient pattern."

"So, what does this mean exactly? You going to do something to her? Since she is a mistake, are you going to deactivate her pattern?"

"No, it is too well established besides a pattern this developed is too valuable to destroy. I intend to complete her."

"That sounds ominous, what do you intend to do... or should I say what are you going to make me do to accomplish this?

"It has already started, you are a veritable fountain of spittle when you talk. I will need to transfer a large number of specialized virus and cells to her when they are ready. This will involve a deep, wet kiss."

"You're joking right? She'll slap the hell out of me and report me to the police when we land."

"No she won't, in fact as more of my pattern establishes itself in her, the more attractive you become. In a few minutes, if you were to wink at her and step into the bathroom, she would join you for kissing and likely oral sex."

I sat there in mental silence for a minute or two then thought to Pattern. "This sounds very wrong to me. You are messing with free will here and that is popping up red flags all over my moral code."

"She was attracted to you as soon as you stepped on board, I haven't influenced that at all. Her pattern is very interested in becoming whole and will make her do things to insure it happens. It isn't sentient so it only has instincts but now it knows there is another pattern near by it will try to influence her."

Once the stewardess finished her rounds she stowed her small cart and closed the curtain to a small compartment then turned and walked to where I was sitting. "My name is Amanda, mind if I join you?" She asked.

"No, please." I moved over a seat and she sat down next to me. "My name is Kat Gilman."

"I've heard that name somewhere. Should I know you?"

"Possibly, I'm an actor. You may remember my show 'Tiger Eye'.

She looked a little confused for a moment then said, "That show from when I was a kid? You're the cat guy... umm Kathmandu?"

"That's me, I'm the guy who turned into a tiger-man on TV and got into one implausible situation after another and turned into a tiger striped 'Hulk' when I got into trouble or I got angry. We made it three seasons before our producer spent our budget on a stable full of Porsches and a mountain of coke. Ah, the eighties."

"Oh yeah, I remember now. Man, you haven't changed at all except maybe your hair."

"Yeah, I haven't changed much in the last 20 years since I really am a were tiger. Haven't aged much."

She raised her eyebrows. "You're carrying a pattern? That is so cool. I never thought I'd ever actually meet one. What's it like?"

"It's a pain in the ass more than not. I was born like this so it is completely normal for me so I have nothing to compare it to. I usually walk around as a partial tiger with the fur and tail rather than one complete form or another. Government tried to make me a soldier or weapon back in the 70's but the Pattern would have none of it and I'm not soldier material anyway. It's one trait the pattern looks for when it chooses a host. They know they could create superpowered, near immortal monsters if they weren't careful so they choose carefully."

"Oh yeah, I remember that 60 Minutes interview you did when you told everyone you were a were tiger for real. That was real brave of you, by the way. You explained the virus was engineered long before our sun was formed and drifted to earth after the ancient star they were from went nova. They are designed to help ancient astronauts from billions of years ago survive long trips in space."

I smiled, "That's their story anyway. They say the DNA we and all life on earth is based on is the same as the DNA they were designed to work with. They think there were surviving remnants from the previous star system that reestablished life on earth. They aren't certain because they didn't regain sentience until recently. It fits because DNA is present in the oldest life on earth and it is far too complicated to have evolved in the short time between the earth cooling and the first life appearing. They didn't travel between stars, they traveled the time between stars."

"That is so neat," she said, "I'd love to have a pattern, what do you have to do to get one?"

"You are chosen, nothing I can do could cause you to gain a pattern unless you are suitable. You can be a host if they need one but you would never show any signs. They are very selective."

"Oh, yeah, I remember that from the interview. I..." She stopped and looked up and listened. Her expression turning to a concerned expression. A second later I was concerned as well.

As we both sat very quietly, we could both sense a change in the engines. The other passengers were oblivious but our patterns could detect the change though. Something suddenly came out of balance on the left engine, it was subtle but it was getting worse by the second. She crawled over me to look out of the window then jumped up and made her way to the cockpit very quickly. I looked out of the window at the engine and saw a stream of oil forming on the cowling.

"What's wrong?" I asked Pattern.

"I know exactly the same thing you do about aircraft engines, which is very little. I can sense a vibration that makes me think something is out of balance, possibly coming apart. The fact Amanda took off to the front in a hurry makes me think it could be serious."

"Your powers of deduction are impeccable as always Mr. Holmes. Anything we..." There was an orange flash that enveloped the left engine and suddenly it was no longer attached to the wing. In it's place was twisted wreckage and peeling metal sheeting. Thankfully there was no fire on the wing, instead the fire went with the engine as it fell towards the sea like a meteor. Losing significant weight on the left wing caused the plane to lurch to the right as the autopilot compensated. It threw anyone not still seat-belted in their seats to be thrown around the cabin like rag dolls, including myself.

I changed as I flew around inside the cabin. Before I could smash into the overhead compartment across the isle my claws bit into the arm of my chair and I was able to stop myself from being slung very far. After only a second or two, the plane righted itself and stopped its sudden loss of altitude. Still descending but in a controlled manor. Passengers were pulling themselves out of the isle or where ever they had landed. I got up and helped people back to a seat on the left side of the plane to help balance things out. Amanda was doing the same thing from the front of the plane. The other passengers were dead silent and most white as a sheet.

Soon, Amanda and I met as we got the passengers to their seats. Once close enough I breathed in her cells and knew what she knew about what happened. They lost the port engine and although the plane is designed to fly with only one engine it wasn't designed to fly with one engine off the airplane. The pilot has almost no control of the airplane and is struggling to keep it in the air. We were losing fuel very quickly from either a punctured fuel tank or ruptured fuel line. Probably both. They were going to ditch in the water, the only question was when.

The P.A. came to life as the captain made an announcement, "Ladies and gentlemen, as you are aware, we have experienced a major mechanical failure on the left engine. We have managed to regain control of the aircraft and radioed San Francisco and declared an inflight emergency. We are turning back but there is a high likelihood we will be making a water landing. Not going to lie folks, we are in a bad way but rest assured we are doing everything we can. Amanda, get the cabin ready for an emergency water landing."

I wasn't too terribly worried as I'd likely survive a plane crash well enough but my fellow passengers and crew weren't so lucky.

"Amanda might." Pattern said.

"She's still just a host, you can't get set up fast enough... can you?"

"We can, yes. She already has a pattern set up, she just needs the final pieces of the puzzle. I can get enough of myself into her to maybe save her life if you can get saliva into her mouth or bloodstream. You'll have to kiss or bite her. You've got maybe 3 minutes."

Amanda was at the front of the plane doing a demonstration on how to put on the life jackets on and not inflate them until they were in open water. She showed me and the others how to open the emergency door and gave instructions on how to brace for impact. As she did she walked down the center isle and was handing seat cushions from unoccupied seats and explaining they were additional floatation devices and would help cushion impact. She finally ran out of instructions as she made it to me at the back of the plane. I took her hand and guided her to my seat and we both sat down. I buckled her in then latched myself in as well. She had a blank expression on her face as I looked into her eyes. She turned and looked up at me with questioning eyes, like she was lost and confused. Had to be her pattern screwing with her. "What are you doing? Why am I sitting here, I have to..."

"I'm saving your life." I said as I bent toward her, my mouth flooding with saliva, so much so I was drooling as our lips met. My tongue parted her lips and she accepted the kiss slowly at first then she was sucking my tongue as it entered her, swallowing desperately the torrent of saliva entering her. She licked and suckled until she had to come up for air. She gasped as the kiss was broken, panting heavily and wiping the saliva from her lips.

She looked at me even more confused, "Never kissed a tiger before."

I looked down at my hands, they were tiger striped and vaguely paw-like. I had forgotten I had changed when the engine blew. I smiled, "Once you go orange and black, you never go back."

Her eyes fluttered and rolled back into her head as she slumped in the chair. Looking out the window I could see we were moments from impact. "Is she ok, is it enough?" I asked Pattern.

"Saliva chemistry is wreaking havoc, it's not enough to finish."

"Do I need to bite her then?"

"Same problem, saliva is designed to kill microbes. There is only one way."

"Give her my blood?"

"Nope, not unless you can give her a proper transfusion."

"Cut myself and her and press the cuts together?"

"You both have a positive blood pressure, you'd just squirt blood at each other."

"Ok, I give up. How?"

"Sex."

"Oh geeze, I'm supposed to screw the stewardess while the plane crashes. Brilliant!"

"Sex is designed to allow the transfer of biologic material from one person to another, I am biological material. Your pre-ejaculate will neutralize the acidic environment of your urethra and her vaginal canal and then I can have my little soldiers ride your sperm like the cavalry coming to save the day. It's the only way or she likely dies with the rest of them. Also, with two full pattern weres on board, there is a much better chance of saving the other passengers and crew."

"This is basically rape..."

"No, it isn't. She's totally ready to fuck, you can smell it on her if you'd take a moment to sense her. She is unconscious because she was about to have a screaming orgasm from the kiss and we don't need that problem right now."

Amanda's eyes opened just then. She blinked a few times then looked down at her lap then looked at me, "What happened?"

"I kissed you for luck and you passed out for a second. Are you feeling all right?"

"I feel... pretty good actually. You must be one hell of a kisser. I need to follow up on that if we don't die in the next few minutes. Speaking of which, I have a job to do and lives to try and save. You think you can open that door once we hit the water?"

"Not to worry, I've got this covered. Just don't die yet, I've something I need to tell you later."

She stood up on slightly wobbly legs and straightened her uniform. She tried to pull her blouse down to cover the spreading wet spot at her crotch with varying degrees of success. I could smell her very clearly through the miasma of fear, panic and adrenaline as she walked forward to the front of the plane. She made final checks on the passengers on her way. She turned and pointed to a compartment near the front exit door. "Again, this is where the inflatable rafts are, Just throw them into the water outside and they will automatically inflate. Do not inflate your life preserver until you are in open water, otherwise you could be trapped and drown. Get into the rafts as soon as possible or find something to float on as the water is cold and hypothermia is a real threat. Remain calm and help your fellow passengers if you are able."

"Amanda, take your seat please, we are about to ditch. I will announce, "Brace! Brace! Brace!" just before landing at which point you will assume your brace position. Good luck everyone and may god's love be with you."

The cabin was dead silent except for the sound of Amanda taking the small jump seat near the cockpit and belting in. Just as she finished and straightened up in her seat, she pulled her hair out from in front of her eyes.

I noticed her hand was white and covered in fur. My eyebrows shot up and she glanced at me right then and noticed my surprise. She then noticed her hand and stared at it for a moment then the pilot called out over the PA system, "Brace! Brace! Brace!"

There were a series of impacts, each one more violent then the last. The airplane shook and flexed in ways it threatened to come apart but it stayed level and in one piece. The view outside looked like a washing machine as the plane slowed then stopped, then bobbing to the surface like riding an express elevator.

Water was gushing through the front windshield which had broken on impact but slowed as the nose of the plane popped out of the water. The quiet was deafening, as they say, as we all looked around. Amanda was first to unfasten her seat belt and she jumped up and lunged for the door. She cycled it open and was trying to push it open against the water coming in. One of the pilots came out of the cockpit and helped her push it open. The water was ankle deep at the door and slowly rising.

I pulled the latch on the emergency exit door next to my seat and pushed. Air pressure popped the door off and it fell into the sea. I realized the exit was nothing more than a hatch really so I grabbed the framework above the door and ripped it off. Then I widened the hole by peeling the aircraft skin like a sardine can. Seconds later I had a proper exit. Amanda and the pilot had the raft out the door and I could see it inflating as I looked out. Seeing it was safe enough I grabbed the first passenger who was behind me and threw them out of the door close to the raft. They screamed.

I turned and grabbed another and tossed them out of the door. Amanda was guiding and pushing other passengers out of her door as well although they would be swimming out before too much longer. I grabbed one of the tourists couple and they were holding hands. I grabbed the other one and at the same time I tossed them both out the door. I think they both yelled yahoo as they flew toward the raft.

After a few more tosses I turned and there wasn't anyone standing at the door but Amanda and the two pilots were sloshing their way toward me. The door at the front was dipping underwater and the water was rising to my knees. As they approached I put out my hand and shook the hand of one of the pilots close to me and said, "Good job gentlemen and lady." I pulled his arm and pushed him out of the door. "Is that every one?"

"We're the last," said the other pilot as I grabbed him and pushed him out of the nearly flooded doorway. Amanda, wide eyed and swimming to the door ducked under and was about halfway through the door when I reached out and grabbed her blouse and dragged her back into the plane.

I guided her to the air pocket that was at the ceiling. She sputtered and wiped the water from her face as she surfaced. "What the fucking hell are you doing you psychotic cat!" She tried hitting me but with the water she just splashed cold water on me.

"We need to talk."

"Couldn't we talk on the raft or perhaps somewhere else with, I dunno, AIR!"

"No, we couldn't. Look at your hand."

She brought up her hand and looked at it. It was an amalgamation of human and rabbit paw. Small claws would extend and retract as she flexed it. She stared at it with both fascination and horror. She looked back up at me.

"You have a pattern Amanda. Somehow you were selected as a host by an incomplete collection of the pattern virus. Enough to start the process of becoming were but not enough to finish. Your pattern is trying to give you the tools to survive right now but it is uncontrolled, unintelligent and dangerous. It doesn't know what it is doing and could transform your heart into a fuzzy bunny tail by mistake and there aren't enough virus in your system to keep you alive."

"Oh my god..."

"I need to get more virus into you. I tried kissing but it won't work, too many die in the mouth environment." As we bobbed in the diminishing air pocket, I started undoing my belt and unbuttoning my pants. They fell away and I kicked them off.

"So ... how?" She drifted towards me and she rubbed against my erection. "Oh oops... ooh... oh... oh no." She glanced down then back up at me, "Really? This has to be the most elaborate trick to get into my pants yet. I'll give you points for imagination."

"It's no trick and I'm dead serious, I'm going to have sex with you in the near future to keep you from becoming a walking lump of cancer. I know this isn't the time or place but this is a very dangerous time for you right now. With your pattern in place and complete, you will be nearly immortal and in your were form, you'll be a lot stronger and faster. The price for this is you sometimes don't get to do what you want or, like now, you have to do things that seem insane. It's a pretty good deal over all though."

"Ok, you've talked me into it. What now? I mean we are about 2 minutes from drowning, I am freezing, wet, miserable and on the verge of panicking. I'm about as interested in boinking as I am in 1930's Romanian poetry. Trying to put yourself in me is going to be a struggle at best."

"I can fix that easy enough. I think." I pulled her close as we started to float, the air pocket was getting smaller by the second. I kissed her again, once more flooding her mouth with saliva and tiny messengers. She stiffened a moment then accepted the kiss, her body relaxing significantly as the kiss deepened. She swallowed around my tongue for a bit until I broke the kiss.

"I'm not cold anymore. I feel nice actually. I'm not scared anymore either. You could bottle that kiss of yours and make a fortune." She smiled at me and started taking off her life jacket.

"It only works on you. Anyone else without a pattern wouldn't be affected in any way. You have a pattern, you just need the command and control to complete. My pattern can send messengers to yours to tell it what to do. For a little while. They way they are now though, they have the memory of a gnat so it may not last more than a few minutes maybe. Some things I need to tell you before the air runs out."

She twirled around in the water and giggled a little then stopped and wrapped her legs around me and started loosening my tie. "Better hurry."

"Your pattern is only influencing your ability to sense cold, you are still on the verge of hypothermia. If this doesn't work fast enough you could die. Also, don't breath in the water. You won't feel the need to breathe but don't be tempted to breathe it in. Your pattern can keep you conscious and comfortable with what oxygen you have now, probably a good ten to twenty minutes. Once your pattern is complete you will have to flood your lungs and breathe water to rid your body of co2, your body will let you know when that needs to happen."

"Um, ok. Will I change? What do I turn into?" she asked as she let go of me and pulled off her underwear and uniform skirt. She then proceeded to help me take mine off, freeing my erection which she promptly grabbed and began stroking.

I put my head back a little and moaned. "You ... ahh... turn into a bun... mmm... ny. A rabbit. Seems your pattern was last in a rabbit. You are a were bunny."

She began to laugh, "That explains my weird dreams about turning into a rabbit since I was a little girl. I thought I was crazy. Also explains my cravings for alfalfa sprouts and why I am suddenly very horny."

"Puh... Possibly, you will change as your pattern completes. Don't be afraid."

She maneuvered herself over me and slowly lowered herself onto my turgid member, "I might be a lot of things right now but I'm not afraid. I should be but right now all I want is for you to fill the emptiness."

"Well, ok but will you respect me in the morning?"

I took her loud moans as a yes as she hilted herself on me. Entry in water should have been a lot harsher but her pattern was taking care of things in that department. I slid in smoothly even though she was tight around me. The remaining air was rapidly leaking away. "Remember, hold your breath until your body forces you to breathe. Take a breath and go under, the air is about gone."

She wasn't paying much attention to what I was saying but she did take a deep breath as we dipped under the quickly disappearing surface. Our lungs full of air, we both bobbed on the ceiling as she moved up and down on me, trying to find a rhythm but not succeeding very well. I let my air out in a torrent of bubbles which helped me sink but she was about to float off of me. I looked around for a solution but my eyesight was blurry and I had a beautiful young woman desperately trying to fuck me.

The eyesight problem suddenly went away as my vision sharpened considerably. Good ol' Pattern, on the job and all. I saw the seats on the plane and thought about the seatbelts. Pattern, ever the smart ass, projected an image of a lightbulb on my vision for a moment. I held onto Amanda and maneuvered the both of us to a seat and pulled myself into it with her on top and still riding my lap like a cowgirl. Rabbit ears had poked up through her floating hair with her stewardess hat still on her head. I smiled at that as I reached for the seatbelt. I let it out as far as it would go then buckled it around us both. Amanda, being secure, found she could properly drive herself onto me and she did so enthusiastically. I moaned out the last of my air in a stream of bubbles as I matched her strokes. In this situation Amanda could pass out at any moment from co2 build up or oxygen deficiency and that wouldn't be much of a problem but it could kill her if I lost consciousness so Pattern would have to balance the dissolves gasses in my bloodstream pretty soon. That would mean breathing water.

I've done it before. First time it scared me very badly because I was young and Pattern wasn't able to communicate yet. In fact I wasn't aware of my abilities at the time. Now however, I knew what to expect and smoothly inhaled the cold seawater. I didn't feel any discomfort other than the labor of breathing the thick liquid and after a couple of breaths I didn't feel the cold either.

I was nearing orgasm. I figured Pattern would speed things up since time was of the essence but my urethra and her vagina had to be able to sustain the pattern virus long enough to get into Amanda's body. This meant I was flooding her with pre and she was producing prodigious amounts of lubricating and pattern modified jill juice secretions. She sped up and was humping me even harder than before while I matched her strokes as best I could. Although she wasn't making many bubbles, she was vocalizing pretty often with the air still in her lungs.

We were both approaching our peaks a few minutes later, we were producing so much spoo it was making a milky cloud around our genitals as it leaked out. Her strokes became faster but a bit uncoordinated until she suddenly slammed herself against me, hilting herself as deep as I could go and she clutched herself around me in a deathgrip as she came.

I was about to orgasm myself, the burning pleasure surfacing from deep withing my body. I have no way of knowing if it was Pattern or my own imagination but as I exploded hot cum into her convulsing body, I saw an image of a red light turning green inside an old WWII airplane and paratroopers jumping from the open door with long lines opening their parachutes. I pulsed spurt after spurt of pattern filled sperm into her quivering body, still caught in the throws of a deep body orgasm.

I then saw images of cavalry troops from an old western movie but instead of horses they were riding horse sized sperm, wriggling tails and all. I could then hear a bugler sounding the charge. Even in the most intense rigor of ejaculation I've ever experienced, I laughed as I gritted my teeth while still spewing jet after jet of thick, ropey cum. There was a thrumming sound in the water that was quickly ignored as we both spent themselves in ecstasy.

We clung to each other as our combined orgasms played out. Her arms and legs were still twitching a little even after the orgasms subsided. I opened my eyes and looked at Amanda, her eyes still closed as she relaxed against me. Instead of the patchwork rabbit and woman I had seen before was now a beautiful were bunny in her middle form. Her hair was the same, even the stewardess hat was still there but her face and body were covered an a light gray and white fur that even being underwater showed it was going to be very fluffy and soft to the touch. Her ears drifted in the water except when she would move them slightly. Her face was like mine, a combination of both human and animal where mine was more tiger-like and powerful, hers was more human and delicate looking. She opened her mouth and I could see she didn't have some comically large buck teeth like I would have expected.

She opened her eyes and looked around then at me. She smiled and ran her hands across my furred chest then stopped as she noticed I was breathing water. Her eyes opened wide as I smiled back at her and gave her a thumbs up. She looked visibly relieved then she noticed her fur covered arms and hands. She turned them over looking at them on the verge of shock. She sat up and touched her face, her fingers feeling the slight muzzle and fur. Then a long ear drifted into her line of sight and she felt of it with this incredible look of amazement in her eyes.

Suddenly she looked around with an expression of near panic then stopped and started letting the stale air out of her lungs. She tilted her head back released a torrent of bubbles from her nose and mouth. Soon her lungs were emptied and she glanced at me with an expression of total helplessness.

I smiled back at her as I rubbed her cheek with my hand them put my thumb on her chin to open her mouth. I took a deep breath then let it out, making sure she could see I was breathing water with no ill effects. I make an Ok sign with my fingers then pulled her into a hug. She quivered a little then I could feel her inhale, slightly at first with a stream of tiny bubbles when she exhaled. Her next was deeper, her chest moving as it filled with water. When she exhaled there were only a few bubbles, her lungs completely flooded. Soon she had a normal rhythm with her chest rising and falling slowly, the thick water making it slower than with air.

As we lay there, letting her body and mind adjust to the idea that she was breathing underwater and not dieing, I dropped into a trance to talk to Pattern. "Well, how is she?"

"She is fine, everything went swimmingly. In fact she handled it a lot better than you did when you first turned. At no time did she pee herself, unlike a certain tiger I inhabit."

"I was 12, no one had ever heard of you or anything like you and I was being murdered at the time. I proudly admit I peed myself when that rapist shoved the knife into my heart. I can still feel it trying to beat with the blade in it, cutting more as it beat around it. I died."

"You didn't die, you just didn't have a heartbeat for a couple of hours until I could get your heart repaired. Just because your doctors declared you dead doesn't mean you were."

"I still remember when the nurses came in to move the body only to find me, partially turned into a tiger, sitting up watching cartoons on the TV. Still hooked to the EKG and still flat lined. One ran screaming while the other called the doctors. Dr. Shaw was the only one brave enough to come close. He asked how I felt and I said aside from having a knife shoved into my heart, I felt fine and asked if I could have a glass of water."

"Good times, good times. She is quite pretty isn't she? We might have to reconsider the predator only thing. People will be a lot less afraid of her even if she is just as strong and invulnerable as you are. She can outrun you easily too."

"Nice. So she is ok? Mentally?"

"She will be fine, we choose well. By the way, did you know we are only about 30 ft underwater?"

"No, should I and why does it matter?"

"Well, 30ft is easily accessible to rescue divers. That sound you've been ignoring is a helicopter that has been picking up the passengers who, I'm sure, told the divers we didn't make it out of the plane."

"Ok, so? Well just swim out and say we were in a trapped air pocket."

"The diver who has been watching us for the last few minutes isn't going to believe you..."

I broke out of the trance only to see a rescue diver staring in shock at the both of us. He wasn't breathing as there were few bubbles escaping his regulator. I shook Amanda and pointed at the diver. She looked wide eyed at him.

We both meekly waved at him. He automatically waved back.

The End.