I love my fennec vixen
I love my fennec vixen. By Raven fox: A pilot loses his job after a landing accident and his girlfriend. He isolates himself from everybody becoming a hermit, unknown to him someone does care for him, an anthro fennec vixen. (Authors note: To avoid hate comments from Airbus and Boeing fans, I am using a made up aircraft company.)
May 2008, Alt 15,000 ft approach to Sea-Tac airport descending.
The Stratton S100 is on final approach and descending. The twin engine airliner is bleeding altitude while lining up to land. The American Airlines flight from Los Angeles is flown by Eric the first officer. The captain Stan is sitting in the pilots' seat going over the landing check off list. "Sea-Tac ground, this is American Airlines flight S3400 on final approach." Stan listens to the reply from the airport.
Eric grinned looking at the flight instruments, checking the LCD screens. "Alright, landing check list complete, lowering landing gear." The human male grabs the lever, cycling it to lower the undercarriage. He watches as the panel shows three green lights. "I got three green." Eric caresses the joy stick that moves the flight controls. Stratton aircraft uses joysticks like Airbus for moving flight control surfaces. Boeing still uses the control yoke, but some pilots like the small control stick because the controls remind them of flying a fighter jet.
Unknown to the pilots. A pin for locking the nose gear didn't in all the way; it's in only a ¼ of an inch instead of the two inch requirement.
The airliner touched down with the main landing gear touching the runway. When the nose gear touched the runway, it folded up back into the wheel well. The nose slammed down causing a rough landing, by the nose skidding down the runway. The emergency services went to the airliner; there were a few minor injuries by the rough landing. The runway was closed for a couple of days while the NTSB did their investigation with Stratton aircraft.
With a few bribes to some personal, the cause of the accident was blamed on Eric. He was charged with putting the nose down to hard and not checking the indication of the nose gear. Somebody doctored the black boxes on the aircraft giving an indication that the nose gear wasn't locked. Eric lost his job at the air lines and his girlfriend broke up with him. The pilot cleaned out his bank accounts and disappeared.
August 2010, Denver Colorado
Wendy, an anthro fennec fox vixen is investigating another incident with a Stratton S100 airliner. The airliner is now inside a maintenance hanger. The plane's nose gear folded up when it touched the runway. The vixen is in charge of the go team of the NTSB. She replaced a human male who was fired two months ago for taking bribes from Stratton aircraft and tampering with flight data recorders. The hanger has members of the Denver police dept guarding it due to the city not trusting the federal government.
"Don't blame the city for not trusting the FBI for guarding this hanger. The pilot of this airplane is friends with the governor of Colorado." Wendy thought to herself as she examined the nose gear assembly. The vixen shined a light at the locking mechanism. "What's this?" She said aloud, causing a male wolf taking a look.
"Wendy, it looks like the locking pin didn't go in all the way. That's why the nose gear folded up into the well." Said the wolf looking at the damaged pin.
The vixen looked at the wolf with a mad look. "Didn't this happen back in May of 2008?" The wolf turned his head away. "Answer me now, don't turn away from me! Did the same thing happen two years ago!?" Wendy yelled at the wolf causing a few policemen walking up. She turned back to the wolf and sneered. "You better tell me what happen or I'll have these gentlemen arrest you for lying two years ago. I really liked that pilot; I had a crush on him."
The wolf sighed looking at the mad vixen. "I am so sorry Wendy, Andy threaten to fire the team if we went against him. I was just starting out at the time and the pilot was new at the time." A couple of hands grabbed him and the wolf is looking at a set of dark blue eyes with a piss off look.
"Don't worry, I know you were bullied into lying, you will continue working for the NTSB. But, you will never be on my team again. I have no room on my team for liars and cowards." Wendy said acidly letting go of the wolf. She looked at the wolf and walked to the policemen.
Unknown place that evening.
The bearded man sat on a couch looking at the TV watching the news. "The cause of the landing accident of United Airlines flight U985 was caused by mechanical failure of the nose gear assembly. NTSB investigator Wendy Henderson determined that the same thing happen on American Airlines flight S3400 in May of 2008." Said the news anchor.
The other news anchor an anthro fox looked at the male human. "Somebody owes that co-pilot an apology." The TV shuts off and a hand gives the TV the middle finger.
"Fuck you people; I am done with flying passengers. You all can keep on flying on those flying death traps." Said Eric looking at a picture of him and Wendy. He did date the vixen while in high school, but they got separated after graduation. "I wish she was the investigator back then, I might still be flying." Eric touched the picture of the couple and sighs. "I fell in love with the wrong female." He thought to himself thinking of the blonde human female that broke up with him after the accident. The human burned all of her pictures, the only female pictures he has is of the vixen.
Eric has a lot of money put away in an account under his fathers' name. He and his father looked alike, after the accident his account was frozen. Eric only had a small amount in that bank account; he deposited his paycheck in the account in his fathers' name. His father died a few months before the accident. Eric assumed his fathers name after the results of the investigation and the break up with his girlfriend.
Now the human lives in a rural town in Wyoming. Eric now works at a truck stop doing odd jobs. There's a knock on the trailer door. "Eric, can you give me a hand with changing a tire on my car?" Said a male voice with a bit of a growl. Eric grinned knowing the voice of his cougar friend.
Lloyd Air flight L987, alt 35,000 feet. Over the state of Montana heading south.
The Stratton S100 is lifeless, the only signs of life is the sound of the twin Rolls Royce' engines. Flight L987 is a nonstop flight from Alaska to Montana, but after the plane went to cruising altitude a valve opened a crack. The pressure inside slowly bleed out causing everyone including the pilots to fall asleep, plus the low cabin pressure warning alarm malfunctioned. If this happened during the day, the flight crew might have recognized the signs of oxygen deprivation. They thought they were tired from a long day of work, by the time they realized what was going on it was too late.
Air traffic tower Billings Montana.
The male fox watched as the radar image stayed at thirty five thousand feet. He called the flight twice with no answer. The fox called his supervisor over. "John, Lloyd air L987 isn't responding to my calls."
The human male called the flight a few times, and then tried a couple different radio channels. He then got the air national guard to send fighters to intercept the aircraft.
Montana air National Guard Voodoo 5
The F-16 got along side of the derelict airliner. The female wolf looked at the aircraft looking it over. "Billings control, this is Voodoo 5 I see no exterior damage to the aircraft. Both engines are running, the flaps are retracted. The aircraft is still configured for high altitude flying." The wolf maneuvered closer looking at the passenger section, then at the cockpit area. Her blood ran cold seeing the passengers slumped over along with the flight crew. "Billings control, this is Voodoo 5 everyone on board the aircraft is incapacitated. This is just like that Helios flight back in Greece." The radio is silent, the F-16 pilot watched as both engines flamed out. She watched as the airliner lost altitude and went out of control. The jet crashed in northern Wyoming by the town Powell.
The next day, remains of Lloyd air L987, Powell Wyoming.
Wendy looked at the wreckage of the airliner with a heavy heart. She learned two hundred and ninety people died in the crash. The vixen walked up to a young male human who replaced the wolf she got rid of. "Did they find the black boxes Joe?"
Joe looked at the vixen and nodded. "Yes they were found early this morning, there's nothing on the cockpit voice recorder, due to the tape recording itself every thirty minutes. What ever happen, must have started near the beginning of the flight. The flight data recorder is now being analyzed right now. The pilot of the F-16 is being questioned right now. She says everyone in the airliner was slumped over like that Greece flight back in 2005. It looks like the plane ran out of fuel and crashed here."
The vixen nodded looking at the remains of the airliner in the field. She saw personal from the NTSB, FAA and people from Stratton aircraft looking at the wreckage. Wendy kept an eye on the Stratton personal as they walked the wreckage. The vixen turned back to Joe. "Keep an eye on those people from Stratton, I don't trust them. If they take any piece of wreckage, arrest them, I don't care what they say. They have a history of tampering with evidence." She walks back to the wreckage.
That night in a hotel in Powell Wyoming.
Wendy looked at photos of the wreckage of the airliner on her computer. She sighed thinking of Eric, the human she still has feelings for. The vixen pulled out a photo of him with his arm around her she keeps in a book. Wendy looks at his features touching the photo. "Where are you Eric, it's like you vanished from the face of the Earth. I would like to see you again, but the last time we saw each other was a day after your accident."
That same moment down the street in a trailer.
Eric watched the news of the air disaster with interest. "So that airplane finally killed someone." He saw a familiar fennec vixen on the TV. "Looking good Wendy, so you're in charge. I hope you won't take bribes like the one you replaced." The human was about to turn off the TV when she spoke.
"This is what we know so far. The airliner lost cabin pressure sometime during the flight. We're looking into the cause so it won't happen again." Said Wendy to the reporters.
Eric looked at the audience and saw someone in the crowd looking at Wendy. "I know that asshole, he's Stratton's bully. Looks like I'll be seeing a vixen friend of mine." He said as he picked up a wooden baseball bat.
Wendy's hotel room ten minutes later.
She awoke to a hand over her muzzle. Wendy saw a large man looking at her. "Now Ms. NTSB, here's what your going to say. The pilot forgot to turn on the pressurized system to the cabin. Then you're going to give me the flight data recorder information and I'll give you a new copy of the data. Do this or I'll do serious body harm to you."
"How about you go fuck yourself Dennis." Said a male voice, then there's the sound of something striking the thug real hard. "Hello my vixen friend you're looking real lovely tonight." A familiar voice said to her.
Wendy saw a bearded man looking at her with dark green eyes and long light brown hair. "Eric, is that you?" She asked looking at the man who nodded. "Where have you been in the last two years?"
Eric grinned at the vixen. "Hiding from society, enjoying my freedom. Cover your eyes Wendy; I am finishing off this asshole." He struck the man one more time; Eric was bringing up the bat when a small thin hand stopped him.
"Eric, don't do this. For threatening me and tampering with evidence he's getting an automatic twenty five year sentence in a federal prison. His time will be tough when the other inmates find out he threaten a female anthro." Said Wendy glaring at the thug, while Eric tied him up. She watched as Eric kicked him in the mid section. "Will you stop it; he won't be bothering us again. I know he cost you your pilots' job, with my help, you can be flying again with your record clean."
Eric smiled at the vixen as he went to the phone to call the police. Wendy heard Eric make feline sounds into the phone. The vixen knew the sounds of the native language of the anthro felines. The human turned to the vixen and grinned. "I know you can't understand the language of the cats, because I took the course in junior high and high school while you went to French class. The local police will take this sub human piece in custody till your people take him back to Washington."
"What did you say to the police?" Asked Wendy looking at Eric's grin.
"I told the police he tried to kill you. David, the night officer doesn't like it when a human tries to kill an anthro." Said Eric looking at the thug with hate.
A few minutes later a tall male cougar walked in the room. He looked at the unconscious thug with anger, smiled at Eric and Wendy. "Is she ok?"
"I got here just in time David, I recognized her when I saw the news. She went to high school with me, we're old friends." Said Eric with a smile.
"I am Wendy S. Henderson of the NTSB." Wendy said extending her hand to David.
"Oh, you're investigating that plane crash near here?" Said the cougar with a solemn tone in his voice.
Wendy nodded grimly looking at the thug. "He's from Stratton aircraft; he's interfering with a government investigation. I am dismissing the personal from Stratton aircraft from the investigation, this isn't the first time they interfered with an accident. They did it back in May of 2008." She heard a hiss from Eric.
David picked up Dennis by the neck; he growled and made feline sounds to Eric who started to laugh. Wendy watched as David dragged his prisoner out of the room. She turned to Eric whose still laughing. "What's so funny?"
"David told me his holding cell is filled with anthros who hate humans that harm anthros. If I were you, I better get Dennis in federal custody in the morning." Eric said laughing.
Wendy looked at Eric and grinned. "Such a shame that my personal are going to be busy till tomorrow afternoon." The vixen looks at the human batting her eyes. "Well, I like to be reacquainted with you again; it's been a long time." She put's a hand on Eric's shoulder, who relaxes.
He turns looking at the small vixen the same age as his twenty five years standing a half foot shorter. Eric looked at the tan colored vixen as she removed her night gown. Wendy has a nice petite body with medium size breasts being contained by a white colored bra a size smaller that her 35 D bust. The human looked at her cream colored fur pattern at the front her body. The vixen walked closer to him putting her arms around him giving him a kiss. Eric shivered as she pushed him to the bed.
On the bed Eric laid still as Wendy removed his clothing, the human watched as the vixen examined his erect penis. She grinned and put her small muzzle on it. Eric shivered as he felt the small teeth rub on his member. The human looked at the fennec vixen between his legs feeling her breasts on his legs along with her warm body temperature. He looked at her dark brown head hair that she grew pass her shoulders.
Wendy put her head up and smiled, the vixen removed her bra and panties. Eric looked at the small areolas and the pink colored vaginal lips dripping fluids. He watched as the vixen sat on his hips, feeling the wet vagina on lower abdominal area, plus feeling her tail brushing his thighs. "Oh Eric, I missed you so much. We shouldn't have drifted apart; I never got in a serious relationship since I last saw you. But now you're back in my life, I waited years to do this to you." She got up a little, grabbed his erect penis and placed her vaginal lips over it. Eric felt the fluids dripping on to the head of his member, and then felt them touch him. He watch as his penis slid inside the vixen, triggering a moan from Wendy. Eric felt warm wetness inside the vixen. Wendy ran her slim hands down Eric's chest. The human felt her small claws scrape on his chest. "Oh Eric, I love the feeling of your organ inside me." She said with a moan as she orgasm.
Eric felt fluid running on to his scrotum, then Wendy lay down on his chest. He looked at her dark blue eyes, feeling her silky fur on his naked skin. The human stroked her back, and then rubbed a spot between her shoulder blades triggering a moan from her. A male fox told Eric about that area on vixens. The area is very sensitive; rubbing that area on a vixen is like rubbing the clitoris with a wet tongue in the vaginal cannel. The rubbing triggered another orgasm from Wendy and she sat up yelling. She grabbed his head and stuffs his face between her breasts. Eric smelled her sweet musky scent in her fur as he rubbed the area again. He felt a rush of energy as a tingling started as his penis, then a head rush as he emptied his seed inside her. The human panted, while still being held as Wendy's breasts. She let go of him, so he could look at her.
The vixen looked at the human, got off him and smiled. Eric tried to move, but couldn't. Wendy looked at him and shrugged. "If I was a red or orange fox, you'll be able to move. Doing the touching on a fennec breed causes me to absorb some of your energy; you'll be ok after a good nights sleep. I take it you learn about the area from a red fox?" Eric nodded as Wendy got closer to him. "Well Eric, you should have asked a fennec fox about the touching on one of their vixens. It triggers orgasm and pleasure, but it turns a fennec vixen in to a nymphomaniac." The vixen moves to his penis, starts licking it. Eric shivers at the feeling of her tongue on his sensitive organ. His penis gets hard again; the human just lays there not able to move a muscle. A minute later Wendy grinned as she got on his penis sliding it inside her. Eric sighed as she stuffed his face at her breasts. "Oh my human lover, we're going to have fun tonight." The vixen said with a grin.
The next morning, the hotel room.
Eric woke up with Wendy in his arms. The human looked at the fennec vixen against him sleeping. He looked at her narrow muzzle smiling. Eric got up and went to the bathroom, glaring at his reflection. He took a pair of scissors and cut his beard off, then shaved his features, plus he started to trim his hair. A hand grabbed the scissors. Eric turned seeing Wendy holding them. The vixen trimmed his hair short, then she cleaned up the mess. Wendy looked at the human grinning. "Well, I have to report to the accident sight in an hour, but I need to clean myself off. You're going with me to the sight; I need your input Eric." She pulled him into the shower. Eric who's still weak from last night had no choice but to join the vixen in the shower.
The water is streaming down on his body, Eric just stood there as the vixen cleaned his body off. His penis got erect due to the feeling of the small furry body rubbing on him. Eric watched Wendy got on her knees, then he felt his penis get engulfed in her muzzle. He sucks his breath in feeling a painful pleasure, due to his organ being sore from last night. Eric just lean against the wall of the shower feeling small hands kneading his ass and the small teeth rubbing his penis.
Hour later the crash site.
Wendy walked out of the rental car with Eric following her. He walked with a limp with his legs slightly spread. The human noted the spring in Wendy's step as the vixen walked to a group of personal. She walked to one human male. "You and your personal from Stratton aircraft are dismissed from this investigation. One of your employees threaten my life last night and bullied me, so you and your people have one hour to leave this site or I'll have you arrested for trespassing."
Eric walked to a section of the aircraft; he knew every inch of the Stratton S100. Being a pilot of an airliner, he knew every system of the aircraft and their location. Wendy told him of what the air National Guard pilot told the investigators. He went to the main part of the pressurization system. Eric examined the valve that opens when the airliner descends to a lower altitude to relieve excess pressure in the cabin. He bent over to take a closer look at it, noting its open a crack. The human called Wendy over, the vixen removed it from the wreckage.
Later at a hanger.
"Eric, come over here!" Said Wendy at a table. Eric walked over to the vixen. He watched as she hooked the valve to a tester. The human watched it operate, then a few minutes later the valve cycled open, then shut. A minute later he watched it as it opened a crack.
"Did you analyze the flight Data recorder?" Asked Eric looking at Wendy.
"Yes, I did, the pressurization system was operating normally, but this valve cycled and open a crack. I think someone is tampering with airliners Eric and it started with your flight from two years ago." Said Wendy looking at him.
Eric sighed and shook his head. "I think it's time to call in the FBI, this is very serious shit going on and I thought those planes were pieces of shit Wendy. But someone must have something against Stratton aircraft to do this. This saboteur is going to be hard to catch, if this happen to only one airline it would be easy."
Wendy looked at the three inch diameter valve. She shuddered thinking of the passengers who died a violent death when the plane hit the ground. The vixen disconnected the valve from the tester on put it in a box and sealed the box. "Alright Eric, we're going to my headquarters at Washington D.C. and get the FBI started on this. I want this perp; he killed almost three hundred people."
Airport, a couple of hours later.
Wendy, Eric and a handcuffed battered Dennis boarded the business jet. Eric heard the engines spooled up, then a minute later there was an awful sound of an engine tearing itself to pieces.
Next day at 35,000 feet.
Wendy nervously looked around the cabin as the Stratton S100 cruised towards Washington D.C... Her satellite phone rang; she smiled at Eric and answered it. The vixen listened to Joe.
"Wendy our plane was tampered with, someone stuck a small charge in the engine. I think they wanted you to take a passenger flight. Watch you back and keep your eyes open for any problems." Replied Joe.
Wendy looked around noting the passengers are slumped over. She tried to get Eric up with no success. She carefully looked around, then saw someone walking down the aisle; she then pretended to be asleep. The figure looked at Dennis and spat on him, then fondled Wendy's breasts. Wendy quietly followed the figure who's wearing an oxygen mask and tank. She grabbed a fire extinguisher and clubbed the male figure. She grabbed the oxygen mask and tank putting it on Eric.
Eric woke up to a sharp pain at one of his fingers. Wendy was pinching it with her teeth. "What's going on Wendy?" He asked looking around.
"I sort of caught our saboteur; I need you help in tying him up." Said Wendy looking at him.
He followed Wendy to the prone figure. "How did you remain awake during this?"
Wendy chuckled. "Us fennec's use less oxygen then humans and larger anthros. So the plane losing cabin pressure didn't affect me." She watches as Eric trussed up the figure. The plane banked to the right.
Eric found the head flight attendant and took her keys. He went to the cock pit door and pulled the captain out of the cockpit. The human realized the auto pilot was tampered with. Eric pulled circuit breakers and grabbed to control stick. He put the plane in a descent and leveled it at 9,000 feet. "Wendy, get your satellite phone, he messed with the auto pilot and radios."
Wendy went to the cockpit and saw Eric sitting in captains' seat flying the plane. "What's the damage done to it?"
Eric looked at her. "He did something to the radios, the auto pilot and some automatic systems. I have to manually fly this airliner, so I can't leave this cockpit till after we land. Can you check out the radios?"
The vixen nodded, she knew avionic systems on aircraft. Wendy looked around the small place of the cockpit. "Some chips are burnt; looks like a small incinerator charge went off after the pilots were incapacitated. The saboteur had a parachute on him." she dialed a number on her phone.
Denver Colorado a few hours later.
The plane is parked at a hanger. Wendy watched as two personal are lead away in handcuffs. She put an arm around Eric's shoulders smiling at him, the vixen watch as a few stretchers are put in a few ambulances. The captain and first officer regained conscious and they landed the plane. She made arrangements for a secured flight to Washington D.C... A blonde hair woman walked up to Eric. She tried to talk to him, but he walked away from her, the female slapped him. Wendy then walked up to Eric's ex-girlfriend and punched her knocking her out.
"Remind me not to get you mad at me." Laughed Eric as they walked away.
A male fox in a business suit walked up Eric. "I am from Southwest airlines; do you want to fly again?"
Eric looked at the fox. "I'll think about it, are you guys a still all Boeing 737 fleet?" The fox nodded. "Give me a week, I just gotten reacquainted with an old friend." Said Eric looking at Wendy's dark blue eyes.
The fox handed Eric a business card. "Give me a call in week if you decide." The fox watched as the couple walked away.
Epilogue six months later.
Wendy smiled as she finalized the report for her superiors. Stratton aircraft had so much corruption in it's upper management the company gotten taken over by EADS the parent company of Airbus. The saboteur was a formal mechanic who did quality control inspections for Lloyd Air. He was charged with two hundred ninety counts of murder and is awaiting execution. Dennis was charged with stonewalling a government investigation and threatening a federal official. Wendy looked at the silver band on one of her left fingers. Eric took the job at Southwest Airlines and is now flying passengers again. The vixen shut the light blue notebook and gave it to her boss. "That's it Stan all finalized; I can't believe someone kill people over losing their job."
The wolf looked at the vixen, then thumbed thru the report. "Alright Wendy good job. Take a week off starting this Friday."
The vixen grinned. "Thanks Stan, see you in a week." She walks out of the office, knowing that Eric is on a cycle that he has a couple of days off starting tomorrow. Outside she watches as a Stratton S100 flies to the north. "I think it will be awhile before I get on one of those again." The vixen thought to herself as she walks to her car.
THE END