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Airship Down

PART 1

By Puma Concolor

A Fan ship work for a very talented writer

Femmpaws

Karen is copyrighted by Femmpaws

and used with express permission.

Editing done by a very good friend Dasher Cheetah

There were four of us tooling along State Route 20 in northern Washington, after hauling construction material to Ross Lake Recreational Area. We had already made our deliveries and were dead heading back to Mt Vernon for another load. We were picking our way along, doing a fairly good clip dispute the snowy conditions. We had lucky. Even though there was snow piled high on both sides of the road, the pavement was clear and dry with no storm forecast for the next week or so. I had just picked up another gear in my old _Freightliner_as we had rounded a corner and were pointed down a long straight stretch in the narrow canyon. I could see several miles down the road and there was nary a vehicle coming east, we had the west bound lane all to ourselves.

"Hey Cat! We have a Bear in the air above us. Looks like he's coming down to say hi to you.", crackled the radio.

"What are you talking about Jeckle? There's no air speed traps in a narrow canyon. A pilot would have to be crazy to be low enough to even see us down here.", I answered back into my mic as I scanned the sky out my windshield, trying to spot this unidentified plane.

"Well you can ask the pilot yourself on his way by. Looks like he's trying to land right on your flatbed.", came another voice from the driver directly behind me.

I snapped my attention to my rear view mirrors and indeed, there was a small plane descending right on my truck. I could see the craft was fighting to maintain altitude as occasional whiffs of blue black smoke puffed from under the engine cowling. As I watched in astonishment, the prop stopped spinning and the craft was left on a disastrous glide path, right for my cab! There was no place for me to go to get out of its way and I would never be able to accelerate out from under it. That left only one hope. I grabbed my trailer brakes and applied them as hard as I could. This put the trailer into a skid, headed for the ditch on one side. I fought to keep the cab pointed straight as I could to stay upright while getting stopped as quickly as I could.

As the truck started to slip into a jackknife, I felt a tire pump off the roof of my cab. The plane had just skimmed over my low exhaust stacks.

"KEEP GOING CHUCKLES! DON'T STOP! THAT PLANE IS IN TROUBLE. KEEP GOING AND STOP ANY THING COMING THIS WAY!!!", I screamed into the mic, hoping my friend in the lead truck would not question why and just do as told..

The pilot did a masterful job of keeping the craft under control but the effort of extending the glide had drained off to much air speed. It finally stalled and came down hard on it's main gear. It bounced once and came down again, skidding several yards on it's nose before settling back on it's tail wheel. It was a small single engine craft, a Super Cub or a Champ maybe. It had been modified for back woods flying as it had the balloon tundra tires and over exaggerated wing flaps,. Those features along with the pilot's skill were the only things that contributed to the occupants survival.

As I bailed out of my truck and started sprinting for the downed craft as fast my cougar legs would carry me. I noticed heavy damage to the fabric on the left wing. Feathers and blood running down the full length of the fuselage indicated the craft had suffered a bird strike and by the amount of carnage involved, I would have to guess a large bird at that. It was surprising it had not torn the wing off and the aircraft was able to fly at all.

When I reached the cabin door, I found the pilot not only visibly shaken but not human or male. The Cougeress looked back at me as if she was about to faint. I grabbed the door latch and with some difficulty, yanked it open. Reaching in with a quick slap to the seat restraints, I started a quick assessment for injuries. For the most part, she just sat and let me run my paws over what exposed parts of her body I could. Finding no blood, I looked into her eyes of golden green. They were a bit dilated but reacting evenly. When I held up my finger, both eyes focused and followed it, meaning there was no apparent brain damage.

"Can you move?", I asked of the still dazed pilot.

"Y-Yes. Get me out... p-please?", she stammered back.

I reached in and lifted her legs, swinging them out and to the ground. Then with her arm over my shoulders, I helped her to her feet. As we stepped out from under the wing, she stood more upright. It became apparent that she was a tall one, standing over seven foot on her toe pads. I felt dwarfed standing next to her at five foot eight.

"Are you all right?", I asked as I stood looking up at her.

" Yes... I'm... OH MY GODDESS!", she exclaimed as some realization set in of something vitally important. She spun and dashed back to the disabled plane.

When I caught back up with her she had flung the pilot's seat forward, all but tearing it from it's mountings. She was desperately clawing at the cargo webbing, holding what looked like a folded piece of foam rubber sandwiching a sleeping bag or bags, judging by the size. She had already yanked the retaining rings loose from one side and was frantically yanking to get the other side loose as well.

"Whoa! Slow down! Let me get that for you..", I said squeezing myself under her into the small space and reaching for the clasp, releasing it easily. Once loose from it's restraints, the foam unfolded to pin me underneath as what ever was so important was hauled out quickly, leaving me to fight my own way to freedom. Once clear, I turned to see what had been so important that I had been literally ran over by this amazon of a cat woman. She had the bag spread out carefully on the pavement, cooing and speaking softly and calmly to whatever was inside as she slowly unzipped the bag. As I came to kneel beside her I discovered the cause of all the concern and panic, two small anthro cubs, One Wolf and the other a Mountain Lion, clutched together shivering in fear. They couldn't have been more than three or four years old.

"They're cute! Are they ok?", I asked.

"I don't know yet, I don't want to rush and panic them.", she said with a tremble in her voice.

"Them panic? You're so wound up you're radiating panic. Here let me try.", I told her.

I rubbed the back of my paw over my muzzle, scenting it before presenting it to the cubs, palm down and fingers hanging limp. I stopped several inches short and just held still. Soon one of the cubs leaned over and tentatively sniffed it while watching my eyes. Once one had tried, the other relaxed a bit and leaned in to get a whiff of this new stranger as well.

"How are you guys, hmmm? You feeling ok?", I asked, not sure if I would get an answer or not.

"Yes sir.. Whee are ok. Whe're not in truffle are whee?", the little wolf asked slurring his speech more from trying to form the words than not knowing how to pronounce them.

"No, your not in any trouble. We're just worried about you is all. Your auntie here was scared you might have been bumped around a little hard back there."

"She's not hour auntie, she is har friend Karen. She got us away from the bahd men.", the other one answered.

"Bad men huh? Well it's good thing she did and you are safe with us now.", I responded. I noticed a tattoo inside both cubs ears and looking at the Cougeress, seeing a similar tat as I brushed her ear up.

She gave me a sour look and leaned away. I whispered, "We need to talk when we're alone."

"You guys look like big scrappers. How about standing up for me so I can see how big you are?", I said, returning my attention to the youngsters.

By this time the two trailing drivers had walked up but kept their distance. They were brothers, Human identical twins we all called_Heckle and Jeckle because of their continuous comedic attitudes. Feeding off each other, they could have everybody in stitches in just a very few minutes. The lead driver, the one we called Chuckles, was a rather athletic but very attractive female Hyena. She too keep her distance though I knew she didn't want to, she loved kids._

The cubs looked at each other then stood, a bit shy but starting to warm up to the little game I was playing. Once upright they were of equal size and stature. Of more importance, not favoring either of their legs meaning no injuries.

"I'll bet you're strong too! How about squeezing my fingers and showing me?", I told them. They each took their turn at two of my fingers on each hand. I faked pain but more important, their grips were strong and equal in each hand confirming no upper extremity damage. Needless to say, the Cougeress was impressed and greatly relieved. I noticed the cubs had started to shiver a little, being dressed in light shorts and Tee shirts.

"Mistor, can we get back in the sweeping bag? We're cold..."

"Mmm,I think I have someplace even better. Have you guys ever been in a great big Semi Truck? I got one right there with a big warm room in it and I'll bet I can even find a soda pop in there for you. What do you say, wanna go take a look?", I said with a great big grin to gain their confidence.

"Sure!", they both shouted but looked instantly at Karen for approval. She smiled and nodded her head and both cubs jumped into my outstretched arms.

By now my fellow drivers had inched up fairly close and I felt introductions were in order.

"Those two nut balls are Heckle and Jeckle. Real names, blame their parents for that one.", I said and nodded to indicate the twins, who were already starting their antics by nudging each other and making silly faces.

"The lovely lady here is Chuckles, or Charlene and I'm called Puma but they all call me Cat.", completing the introductions.

"I'm Marty and he's Leshter. That's Karen.", the little cougar answered.

"It's good to meet such handsome young gentlemen.", Chuckles responded while reaching over to tickle both cubs ribs, sending them into a fit of giggles.

"Come on you two, let's get you in out of the cold.", I told them as we walked back to my rig. The Cougeress walked close and started eying me as I kept the cubs distracted from being cold by teasing them with puffs of air over their noses, each giggling in turn.

" __You're good. Were you a medic or a doctor at one time?"_ , Karen asked._

"Not officially but I have studied under some of the best emergency medical technicians around. Being good with kids is just second nature.", I informed her neglecting to mention I had met and worked under some of the best healers there ever was in the last 200 or so years.

"Well, you are a hell of a driver as well. I thought I was going to have to ditch in the trees or center punch your tractor. Either way, I thought I'd bought the farm back there. I would never have thought to put my truck into a skid to get stopped. Thank you for your quick thinking.", she said.

" __Not a problem, I'm just glad no one was hurt or killed. You are all alright, right?"_ , I asked her._

"A little shaken maybe but I was worried about the kids...", she told me, keeping her eyes on the pair.

"Understandable. Here we go guys! Crawl into the back back there. There is a big comfy bed with a real warm Indian blanket to wrap up in. The 'frigerator has some root beer in it. Help yourself to whatever you want but please don't mess with any of the buttons or levers. Ok?", I said as I opened the driver's side door and boosted the cubs in over the seat, back into my walk in sleeper. "Karen and I will be in in just a sec. We need to talk about the air plane.", I told them.

"Ok Mishtor Puma. Can we have a 'Tatto chip?", the young wolf asked as he spotted my open bag of corn chips setting on the floor between the seats.

"Sure but try to not make to big a mess. I have to sleep in that bed.", I snickered.

Closing the door to my cab, I turned to see where everyone was at. My fellow drivers had congregated about the plane, looking over the damage, pulling feathers out of the wing strut and cowling where at least part of the bird must have wound up.Karen was of course by my side as I looked up at her once more.

" __GenTech?", I asked_ quietly._

"What?", she answered a bit nervously.

"Genetic Technologies Inc., a bastard subsidiary of the OSS, CIA and DARPA.", I explained.

"Aaa, what are you talking about?", she asked nervously and her ears dropped a few degrees.

"I recognized the ear tags on the cubs. Yours is a bit different but I'm assuming you're all involved with the same government group? All research subjects, I'm assuming."

"I don't know what are you talking about.", the mountain of a Cougeress prevaricated as she took a step away and acted a bit too defensive.

"Let me guess, you busted the cubs out of a research facility and are currently trying to smuggle them into Canada or someplace to keep them safe." I continued. "That would account for being so low in these canyons, staying off radar. And I'll bet you never filed a flight plan or radioed a mayday when you took the bird strike. Don't worry we're on the same side here and I want to help. If you'll trust me?"

"Ahmm, what do you know about it? Research in sentient creatures was outlawed 8 years ago. I was just taking the kids up for a ride. We ran into a goose over Diablo Lake is all. I was trying to make it back to the Concrete air strip."

"The goose I believe, Concrete I don't. There is a dirt strip in Newhalem and that's only about 5 miles east of us, not 25 miles west. Something tells me you were awfully desperate to get further than just Concrete."

"And you might want to explain this too, Hun.", Charlene demanded, approaching from several paces out with the brothers close in tow. "Those tail numbers are all bogus, Puma.", she said and held out a tape over number in her paw.

"Aaaaa..." Fear had started to appear in Karen's eyes as she was now realized she was trapped.

She had taken one more step into the clear when a large Katana materialized out of thin air and into her paw. Swinging the blade in a wide arc before dropping into a defensive posture, she refocusing back on us, only to be staring down the barrels of two Glocks and an insanely large caliber Desert Eagle.

"Uh uh, bad idea kitty. You're not the only master of direct teleportation here....", Charlene growled looking down the sights of the .50 cal.

"Hey hey! Disarm people! We have no need for this.", I said stepping into the line of fire and trying to defuse the situation. It resulted in having the blunt side of the Katana placed to my throat as Karen tried to use me as a shield.

"Really? Isn't this a bit like a mountain hiding behind a mole hill? Besides, these things cut a lot better from the sharp edge.", I said looking up at the underside of Karen's jaw. I knew this was only a ploy and she didn't mean to harm anyone. Once she realized her bluff was called, I reached up, placing my paw on the Tsuka or hilt and with a gentle twist, removed the deadly blade from her grip. As I stepped out from under her arm, the others lowered their weapons. They did not put them away, knowing full well this creature could call her sward back with only a thought.

"Listen hun, if you're in trouble and or trying to help those kids, we're all behind you. But you had better start being honest with us. It's a damn long walk back to civilization from here and it won't take them long to track you down once someone reports that plane wreckage.", Charlene piped up, her voice now a lot softer and less intimidating.

" __But you don't understand..."_ , Karen tried to say but was cut off._

"Oh yea? Try us.", Charlene growled lightly and held up her flopped right ear, showing a Tattoo similar to the cub's. Both brothers bared their right shoulders to reveal the same style of tat. With sadness and a smoldering anger she continued, "We saw the tags too. They burned out my whole reproductive system trying to speed up the breeding process and not one of the 50 pups I gave birth to lived long enough to take their first breath. Heckle and Jeckle were being guinea pigged out to about every cockamamie idea they could cook up because they're empathic and identical twins. So, yea sister... tell us we don't understand."

The Cougeress took a deep breath and began,"Ok, ok... Yes, I am trying to get the kids someplace safe. No, I'm not the one who busted them out. They were brought to me to get out. The group responsible had been discovered and needed to get all the kids out. If they are retaken, god only knows know what will happen to them. You have to understand, I can't tell you where I'm taking them. Just help me get them as far as San Juan Island, that's all I ask. Please?"

"What you say boys? We help her or no?", Charlene asked looking briefly over at the twins.

"Yea, we gotta do it. We already know if they're caught, The Center will bury the cubs just to keep them out of the press.", Heckle answered.

"So what about you Pumie? You aren't part of this happy pack of DNA fuck ups. You in or are you going to cut and run?", Charlene asked using her favorite nick name for me and giving me the eye.

" __While it's true I have no connection with The Center or any direct reason to do so, I have no respect for anybody who will destroy a life they have created just to save face. And I do know it happens so yes, you can count on my help. If push comes to shove, I may have some connections I know will help as well."_ , I told them._

"Oh? Pray tell?", Charlene asked while looking at me a bit skeptical.

"You don't ask and I promise not to lie. Let's just say I have some very very old friends who know how to make people and things disappear, in a good way.", I answered.

"Ok, so you're going to help me? What are we going to do with my plane?", Karen asked.

"We load it on my flat bed, tarp it over and just haul it with us." I informed her in a matter of fact kind of way.

" __And how are we going to get it up there? It will take a crane to lift it!"_ , she asked sceptically._

" __Oh we can take care of that, can't we Jeckle?",_ Heckle responded with a little chuckle._

"Yep! Just remember to take the bolts out before trying to 'take' the wings. Not tear them off like last time, ok?", Jeckle snickered as both brothers stripped off their shirts and began morphing into two huge identical werewolves.

"Mmmm Baby... I love it when they change like that. Too bad they're not into girls. They could be helping me with my heat... But don't worry, they are both airframe certified so they know planes inside out. When I'm not using them for eye fluff, I rent them out as bio-forklifts. Between the two they can lift 1800 pounds, run around with it all day long and still not break a sweat.", Charlene said in an aside to Karen. She then snickered as she watched the twins holster their guns and turned to walk away, her own gun melting into oblivion.

"Heat?",_Karen queried _Charlene and continued, "And what do you mean Puma's isn't part of the happy pack?"

"Even if my ovaries are nothing more than burned out raisins, my body thinks it's in estrous_all the time. Complements of the US Government. I take hormones to try and keep it at bay but if I don't get a bi-weekly dose of good hard cock, somebody is going to contract a bad case of rape... Isn't that right Pumie dear", Charlene said winking at me. She went on explaining, "As for the cat, unlike the rest of us, he's not a hybrid. He's all cougar... right down to his big barbed pecker. No human based DNA strands in his spunk. The Center snatched him off the street, ran a battery of tests on him and because of the red tape, booted his ass out the door figuring he was just another stupid animal. No one seems to know why he can talk and stand upright."_

"Ahh, Charlene? Now is not the time....", I muttered with my ears burning red from embarrassment.

"I wish it was sugar but remember you lost the bet. This weekend, you're mine.", she snickered as she turned to go help the twins who already had the wings unmounted. One was carrying both wings under his arms as if they were over sized surfboards and the other had the tail section shouldered. He was dragging the entire plane as easily as if it were nothing more than a small toy a child pulled along by a string.

"Never pay cards with a horny Hyena after several shots of Tequila. You just might end up a sex toy for weeks...", I mumbled ruefully and handed Karen back her _Katana. S_he was trying her best not to burst out laughing.

It only took another twenty or so minutes to get the plane loaded, strapped down and enshrouded with the tarp. Then, we were off! It hadn't taken long before the cubs had curled up in my old Indian blanket and fallen asleep. My guess was they had been through a lot in the last few hours. I turned down the radio's volume so as not to disturb the cubs with the continuous banter between the twins. Karen had just set back down in the passenger's seat after checking on the cubs. She was setting sideways, curled up to fit her tall body into a seat built for someone a good foot shorter. She was watching me as she said softly, "I want to thank you for what you guys are doing for the cubs and me."

"It's no problem. It's in my nature to help. The short time I was in the center, I saw some of the atrocities they were putting us through. It was just a stroke of luck they didn't try to keep me or dissect me to find out what makes me tic.", I explained. I omitted the real reason for my good fortune was my angelic deity. Coyote had manipulated the files in order to get me both in and out of the center. In fact we had been working for several years, liberating captive victims and ferrying them to secret groups for safety.

"I'm a bit bewildered. How is it you're sentient and yet have no human based DNA?", Karen asked curiously.

"To say I'm not a product of genetic engineering is not the truth. As it was explained to me by someone very special, my technology is very very old, from a civilization long lost. The major difference is your base gene is human. Created to enhance what humans already have. Mine is based on animal, as a replacement for what they thought was their own inferior race. Both species still survive, although mankind is just now rediscovering the technology. It really doesn't matter how we came to be. The fact is we are here now and like it or not, Man will just have to learn he is not the only reasoning creature living, as he thinks."

"That explains a lot but I feel a connection or an attraction to you for some reason. I don't know why.", Karen said as she tried to think more on it.

"Could be Charlene but no. . . you weren't close enough to be affected by her pheromones and you're not in heat...", I considered aloud.

" __Why would Charlene effect me?"_ , she asked while looking puzzled._

" __You are male, or partly so..."_ , I told her and was cut off as she sharply denied it._

"What! No! I'm ... I had...Not anymore...", Karen stammered as she blushed.

"What?", I asked sharply.

"I had that part of my life removed... I'm female now.... All female...", she admitted quietly.

"Ummmm, Ok. But trust me, you are giving off both sets of pheromones.", I informed her.

"I can't be!", she denied as the inside of her ears almost glowed with embarrassment.

"Well,as I am closer to a feral... I... I'm able to sense it.", I assured her with my ears burning just as red as hers.

"I tell you, you're wrong! I'm not Male! Here, look if you don't believe me!", she exclaimed in a fit of outrage.

Standing as best as she could in the cab of my truck and dropping her cargo pants, she revealed her smooth cotton panties. No hint of any male genitalia showed through. What I did next surprised me, as much as it did her. I reached up and with one claw, pulled the front of her panties down. Pressing my nose pad against her mons, I inhaled deeply. Pausing only for a moment, I drew my tongue slowly from the top of her slit to almost her navel. 'Was it?', I wondered,then I licked again... She gasped and froze in place. I'm not sure if it was from surprise or like me, instinct but the only thing she did was shiver from head to toe. The light came on in my head.

"You had better sit down hun. I know what's going on...", I said, releasing her panties and returning my attention to my driving.

She slowly sat back down, not bothering to pull up her pants but placing her paw over the wet spot left by my tongue as well as the one growing just a little further down. "Wh-...Wh-... Why... Did...?", she panted out.

"As to why? I don't know. Instinct maybe. I am given to sudden bouts of it. As to what, you are female all right. Oh so very much so but you are male too. Your body, by nature was set to change and is still changing. The only thing I can think of is it was triggered without your knowing. Every living creature is made of the same genetic material, just arranged in different patterns. Something or someone, triggered yours to change. You are still growing and you are growing a new penis. It's not showing yet and is still deeply buried as it is still very small but it's there. You may even be able to retract it when it's fully developed. But it IS there.", I informed her.

" __Oh great! . . . I have myself changed and the damn thing grows back... I really am a freak.", she remarked bitterly.

"Hey, none of that! What you have between your legs doesn't make a damn bit of difference, nor does it make you anything less of what you are in here.", I told her firmly, pressing my finger into hir chest. "If anything... it makes you more."

"More? How? Who would want me? A man? A Woman? You?", she sobbed brokenly.

" __Not a man or woman who would be offended but then again you wouldn't want them either... But a man and/or a woman who can see how special and wonderful are! And yes, me! . . . Especially me. If it wasn't for the fact there are cubs in the back and we're going down the road at 50 mph, I would have you right now... if you would have me that is?", I told her firmly.

"Y-You would?", shi asked softly, her eyes very big in astonishment.

"Yes, I would. You have so much to offer. I am very straight but you have . . . you are everything I desire in a female. And like wise, Charlene will snap you up in a flash if she gets the chance. Being a herm doesn't make you less something to desire, it only makes you more!"

" __You mean it?"_ , she asked with wonder. The idea of anyone wanting hir as she truly was, was something she had never considered possible before._

"Yes, I do. From my very soul. Let's get these cubs somewhere safe and be I'll be honored to show you.", I told her with all sincerity.

She sat for a very long time watching me in silence before she slipped off to sleep. She never did pull her pants back up but she didn't seem to mind my occasional glances either. She had been asleep for about an hour when my cell phone started to softly vibrate in my pocket. The caller ID indicated a special code of one of the contacts I used to ferry goods and people of a much more private nature. I answered, " __Alpha? Yes it's me. What can I do for you? . . . Mmm, yes I do have them and they are all fine. How did...? Oh, Coyote told you? And she is there now, is she? . . ._ Yes, she is quite remarkable. . . . Mmm Hmm... yes, I know exactly where that is at. I can make the pickup point just before dawn. Tell Coyote I Love her. . . Oh she loves me too? Yes, I know what she means by it takes more than two licks to get to the center of a tootsie pop. Tell her she is still a perv. . . No Alpha, it's beyond explanation but then again so is Coyote._Ok, I'll be seeing you in a few days. Give my regards to the Mrs." With a half grin, I closed the phone and looked on down the road.