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Turners' Story. By Raven Fox. An American goes north to Canada to fight for Great Britain and ends up flying for the Royal Air Force. This story starts' slow, but bear with it to understand the character development of the main character.

September 1939, Seattle Washington.

The human male wearing the uniform of a Army Major looked at the young male with black hair wearing tattered clothing., “I regret to inform you that your application to the flying corps has been declined. The United States is going to stay neutral in the war in Europe. You are still eligible for the draft Turner." Said the human male looking at the young mans' green eyes.

He accepted his draft card saying thanks to the Major and walked out of the recruiting office. The young human male does have experience in flying the unusual machine called an airplane. Turner did pilot a crop duster setup for two pilots assisting his cousin gaining stick time. He has more hours flying a biplane than driving a car., “I so much want to defend my parents' country." The human thought to himself remembering that his parents moved to the United States before he was born.

Bus station, a couple of hours later.

Turner looked at the ticket window thinking to himself., “How much does it cost to go to the RCAF academy in Canada?" The human thought to himself not noticing a member of the RCAF walking up to him.

“Excuse me; do you have the time of day?" Asked the Canadian.

He looked at the officer next to him seeing the rank of 2nd Lt., “Two o'clock sir." Turner answered looking the officer finding the only odd thing that the officer seen very clean shaved.

“No need to call me sir yank, I noticed that you seem upset over something." The officer said.

The male human told the Canadian his wanting to defend England and even with his hours of flying an old Sop with Camel, the United States military didn't want him enrolling in a flying academy., “So, I am thinking of heading North of the border to Canada to see if they want me to fly for them."

The Canadian grinned and gestured the American to follow him into the bus station., “I may be an O-1, but I have a few friends who will help you get in our academy. Don't worry about the border, stay close to me and in a day or two, you will at the academy. My name is 2nd flight Lt Harris. I hope you can settle any things that will hold you back with a couple of phone calls."

Turner went to a phone booth and called his relatives telling them where he's going. He was told to find a job or leave the house. Due to the country still recovering from the Great Depression, jobs are still scarce in the country. The human has been living on the streets in the last two weeks and if this kind officer can get him in a flight academy at a country that will accept him for his flying hours for his cousin, he will go to Canada. Turner finishes doing the calls and walked up to Harris., “Ok, I am all set, when the next bus to Canada is?"

“Two hours from now, lets' sit over there and get things started." The Canadian said to the American. Unknown to Turner, the officer sitting next to him is not a human male. The being sitting next to Turner is a white vixen morph from another world.

Oct 1940, RAF Middle Wallop, Great Britain.

2nd flight Lt. Turner walked around the Spitfire Mk 1 admiring the sleek lines of the fighter. He walked around the front looking at the eight .303 browning guns sticking out of the wings. The pilot looked under the fighter doing his inspection to check for any leaks. Turner has been assigned to 609 Squadron at this base a month ago. The other pilots know that he's from the States and got along with him.

A flight captain ran up to him yelling. “We have a scramble; a fight of German bombers is heading here. Get her started Yank."

He saw him run to other pilots and to his fighter. Turner climb on the left wing and opened the top of the canopy plus small side door climbing in the fighter. The pilot strapped on his parachute, plus the leather helmet with the headset. Turner put on his flying gloves and tested the controls twisting a knob to move the trim tab on the rudder to counter act the torque of the engine on take off and started flipping switches. A sergeant hooked a large cord to the side of the fighter and shut the door on the side. He moved all controls on switches and flipped the covers on the panel pushing the starter button.

The Rolls Royce engine started and did its deep rumble at idle. Turner saw the sergeant go under the fighter and stand near the fighter showing four wheel chocks. He looked seeing the flight Captain taxing to the runway. The pilot shoved his throttle forward following the other fighters.

Minutes later, he was with the group heading to the German bombers. Memories went thru the pilots' mind of the last year of life. The training at the RACF academy and the trip to Great Britain, plus the training of the of flying this fighter. Turner loved the handling of this fighter with the 12 cylinder Rolls Royce engine. He loved this aircraft because it's fast and agile. The only gripe he had of the Spitfire was if the pilot did a negative G maneuver, the engine will cut out for a few seconds. Turner told the Sergeant of the problem and the Sergeant told him the cause of that problem. He was told that during any negative G maneuver, the float in the carb cuts off the fuel supply. The engineers at Rolls Royce are working on a solution, but told of a way of doing a move that avoids that situation.

“I wonder how Harris is doing with that aircraft made of wood." He thought to himself thinking of his friend. Turner did run into the Canadian a week after he showed up at Great Britain. Harris told him after flying Hurricanes for six months, he was transferred to unit testing a new aircraft the De Havilland Mosquito.

Turner thought it was strange that Harris took a liking to him till the Canadian showed him a picture of a sexy blonde female., “I am seeing her in a few weeks when I go on leave. All what I am doing is testing the handling of that aircraft with different weights. The admiralty is planning to use the Mosquito a photo reconnaissance aircraft. Flew her a few days ago, dam, the way that aircraft handles, I know why they only want veteran pilots flying that aircraft. All what I can tell you is that she handles like a race car."

The American flying a British made aircraft remember that time with his friend. Harris did tell him that he was the only male child in the family counting Turner as the brother he never had. He mind is wandering till…

“Lead, I see a formation of Heinkel He 111 bombers one thousand feet below us." Said the Captains' wingman.

“Flight this is lead, break and attack." Said the Flight Captain.

Turner chooses his target tilting his aircraft to the left and dove to avoid the fuel starvation problem. The pilot saw the twin engine bomber grow in size in front of him. He grinned pushing a button that fires the guns. Turner watches as the bomber goes into a spin seeing crewmembers jumping out of the doomed aircraft. The pilot pulls on the control stick bringing his fighter to rejoin his squadron mates. He forms up to one of fighters at the left hand side.

“That's a confirm kill Turner, good job yank." Said the flight Captain on the radio.

Turner maintained his position watching his squadron mates taking out the rest of the bomber formation. He shuddered for a second knowing that its' post combat jitters. The pilot turned his head around checking for anymore enemy aircraft.

A few weeks later at a port getting ready to board an ocean liner.

Harris wearing a uniform of the RCAF walked the gangway to the ocean liner. Relaxing, the pilot showed his ticket to a crewmember along with papers indicating the pilot is on leave.

“Taking a breather?" Inquired the crewmember checking the papers.

“Not really, I got to talk to some senior officers while at home." He looks at the crewmember., “Can't say anymore, sorry." The pilot saw the crewmember nodding in agreement.

That night, in the cabin.

He doubled check the door making sure it's locked placing a device to keep the door shut plus the divider door. Harris sighed removing his shirt and pants, underwear then concentrated watching as white fur grew on his chest and all over his body. At the chest area covered in white fur, twin mounds formed as breasts started to grow. Now she felt skin stretch and started feeling heaviness, plus a tingling at the crouch area. Harris walked to a mirror seeing her vulpine features running a white hand thru white blonde head hair., “Ah it's great to be myself, I just wished that these humans allowed females to fly in combat… Strike that, the Soviets allow women to fly combat aircraft." The vixen muttered to herself grabbing the briefcase on the bed. She opened it and removed an item that looked like thin piece of metal from the lining. Harris who real name is Karen turned on the device looking at a glass panel. A second later, a male fox appeared.

“Took your time contacting us." Replied the Todd.

“It's so hard to get privacy to contact you Colonel. The Battle of Britain has wound down with a RAF victory. The aircraft I am test flying is nice for a primitive aircraft; I am concern of the materials De Havilland is using for the construction of the craft. They're using wood for building it. I just hate this disguise; it's too tight in the chest area." Karen said to her superior.

The fox did a look of amusement and grinned., “You got to bring one of them to me so we can study it." He chuckles and his features went serious., “Did you find any recruits?"

The vixen nodded and grinned., “I found ten candidates who have combat experience, two from the country of Canada. Seven from England with one from the country called the United States."

“I thought the United States is staying neutral in this war." Inquired the fox.

The vixen answered., “Some personal crossed the border to Canada to join the Canadian armed services. I recruited one who had hours piloting aircraft for his cousin. Right now he has four confirmed kills and is now escorting Lancaster bombers. So far he's the youngest recruit and one of the best pilots in this group."

“Alright, keep me in the loop, contact me with any updates when you can." The Todd said and the screen turns off.

Karen laid on the bed sighing to herself and rubbed her body. The vixen is right; she did hate the human male disguise she has to wear., “How can males walk around with those balls hanging from their body? I rather not have them along with that tube hanging out, geeze what a weird setup." She thought to herself staring at the ceiling.

November 1940 RAF base.

Turner walked to his Spitfire seeing a group of mechanics at the open engine compartment. The pilot just walked to the personal because he heard that a fix for the power cut out has a few solutions and all Spitfires are being fitted., “So, what's going on?" He asked one of the mechanics.

The Sergeant turned to the American with a grin., “We're installing the Miss Shilling's orifice. According to tests, it slows that power cut out when you put the fighter in a dive. This should help out till we get that pressurized carb in production. I heard that a fuel injection system is on the drawing board." The mechanic made a face., “We found out those Me 109s have that fuel injection, that's why they do a nose dive when they see us."

The pilot nodded watching the mechanics work on his fighter. He did kill a couple of the German fighters. Right now his assignment is escorting Land caster bombers into Germany. The British fighters have been modified with drop tanks to extend their range. (This story is fiction. No comments saying that the Spitfire wasn't fitted with drop tanks. RAVEN FOX) Turner watched the mechanics for a few more minutes and went back to his living quarters.

One of the mechanics turned to the other., “Is that yank a mercenary?"

The Sergeant turn to the other with a look., “His parents are from London, they moved to the United States before he was born. He flew a crop duster for his cousin since he was fourteen years old. After all those flying hours for his cousin, the Air Corps didn't want him flying for them and told him sign up for the draft. A Canadian recruited him to fly for the RCAF. I am told his has good flying skills, just as good as our pilots, there's room for improvement."

The mechanic nodded., “Sorry, I heard that he was a mercenary."

“Just someone who loves flying." The Sergeant replied watching the mechanic working on the fuel line.

That night, over the skies over Germany.

He sat relaxed moving on his parachute he is sitting on for a cushion. The pilot looked at the sun starting to set. Turner kept looking around because the German favorite stunt is attacking from above. He looked ahead seeing the flight Captain in the lead., “Just relax, keep my cool, protect the bombers." The pilot repeated in his thoughts of the flight Captains' orders. Turner was told never leave the bombers undefended. The Germans send one wave to get the fighters to chase them while another wave attacks the undefended bombers. The flight Captains' tactic is to have the fighters move below the bombers to make the first think they're chasing them, but the fighters then move above the bombers when the second wave attacks.

“Jerries, Jerries, they're attacking from above. Maneuver echo, I repeat maneuver echo." The flight captain ordered on the radio circuit.

Turner followed the flight captain in the practiced maneuver that looked that the Spitfires were chasing the Me 109s.

At the pilots position of the lead Lancaster, the pilots saw the Spitfires peel away to chase the German fighters.

The pilot at the six o clock position saw the Spitfires maneuver under the lead bombers. He is on first bombing mission wondering why the fighters were not chasing the enemy fighters., “What the bloody hell are those little friends are doing?"

“Wait, watch and learn." Said the engineer sitting behind the pilot. He is a veteran of several bombing missions.

The green bomber pilot saw another wave of enemy fighters appear attacking the lead bombers. He saw the Spitfires attack the second wave of bombers and go into a defensive position over the bombers.

Turner saw a Me 109 go to the lead bomber and he went to attack the fighter. The pilot quickly accesses the area noting that any bullets that miss will not hit any of the bombers or other Spitfires. He noted that the Me 109 did its steep escape dive., “Sorry Jerry, that problem has been fixed." Turner said to himself diving his fighter to line up fighter. He grinned that the Rolls Royce engine didn't cut out; it did it a little, but not as severely. The pilot pushed the button triggering his guns and watches as the fighter catch fire and spun out of control. Turner pulled up and rejoined the bombers.

“That's your fifth kill yank, you're now an ace." Said the flight captain., “Watch out, you have one behind you!"

He pushes the throttle to max and did the avoidance maneuvers taught to him by the RCAF academy. The pilot noted that this pilot who is chasing him is a pro. Turner had a trick up his sleeve, a stunt he liked to do on that old bi-plane he flew for his cousin. He gotten lectured by pulling that stunt, but he knew that right now this beautiful aircraft can do the same thing. In less than two seconds, the pilot pulled the left flaps to max pushing left rudder by pulling up on the control stick.

At the rear Land caster, the pilot saw one of the RAF Spitfires do an immelmann turn., “Dam, did you see that?"

The flight captain was rushing to help the American airman saw the yank pull off that stunt with a Spitfire. He just stared as the Spitfire pull up doing a sharp left turn and side slip sideways shooting down the enemy fighter and getting behind the Me 109., “That's your sixth yank, dam, that was smooth move you used to get out of that. Form back near me and lets' get back to the bombers."

Turner leveled out and retracted the left flaps and followed the flight captain back to the bombers. He took deep breaths feeling the shakes leaving him, but someone else saw his stunt.

A De Havilland Mosquito behind the Land casters.

“I think we should recruit that fighter pilot." Said the co-pilot to the Canadian piloting the aircraft.

Harris nodded watching the Spitfires going back in formation with the bombers. He knew who is piloting the Spitfire due to seeing the squadron markings., “Just got to find who is piloting that fighter. Did you get the tail number?"

“Yeah, got it memorized." The co-pilot answered watching as the Spitfires go to a defensive position.

A thousand feet below the bombers.

The pilot, one of Germanys' aces bailed out of the flaming wreck of his fighter and pulled his ripcord feeling the parachute open. He looked at the formation of bombers and fighters flying away from him. Lutz looked down to the countryside seeing his fighter crashing on the ground. Anger coursed thru his body thinking that he had an easy kill, but the British pilot pulled an elegant stunt to get away from him., “Alright, I found a worthy adversary, a fellow professional. I am going to keep an eye out for Spitfire 3549, till we meet again." The pilot thought to himself seeing a group of soldiers watching him descend from the sky.

Jan 1941, escorting a flight of Land casters on a mission.

Turner kept himself alert looking around and looked at the bombers he's escorting. The pilot found out that he shot down a known German ace due to his gun camera footage. His gun cameras have gotten a few good frames of the Union Jacks painted on the yellow nose of the Me 109., “He has gotten twenty five of our pilots and I saw a chute. If I was him, I'll get even, but I am not a coward. I'll just keep my guard up and defend myself." Turner thought to himself looking at his flight Captain.

“He should change the numbers on his plane." Thought the flight Captain looking at the Spitfire being flown by the American. He knew a few of the yanks getting to Great Britain, but to him they seem that everyone should listen to them and treat them like movie stars. The flight Captain had a respect for Turner who wanted to learn from him and listen to advice, except to change the numbers on his fighter. He knew that the yank isn't a coward, but only odd thing was that he only talks to the women off base, not go to a hotel room with one.

“I only want to be friends instead of having one growing attach to me. I might end up a smear of wreckage on the German landscape breaking a woman's heart. As for that Canadian Harris, he has a woman back home he wants to marry, we're just good friends." The American said to him one day. The flight Captain sighed to himself knowing that he should give him a direct order to change the numbers on Turners' aircraft. He looked around looking for enemy fighters.

A thousand feet above the Land casters.

Lutz flew a brand new Me 109 above the British bombers looking at them seeing the smaller Spitfires flying slightly above the larger Bombers. He looked at the fighters near him keying the radio switch., “Go for the fighters, then the bombers, watch it, our spies told us that the flooding problem has been fixed." The pilot said diving for the lead plane.

Turner watched as the flight Captain avoided the attack going to the defense. He gained altitude going after the enemy fighters engaging the fighters attacking his squadron mates.

In a Me 109, Lutz looked at one Spitfire seeing tail number 3549., “You're mine Limey, I liked that plane you shot down, grown rather attached to it." He said diving to the Spitfire, watching as it dodged his attacks.

The pilot in the Spitfire moved and dodged the Me 109 attacks using every trick up his sleeve. He started to do that stunt, but the Me 109 banked to the right and pulled up. Turner banked right and fired his guns, but missed.

The German pilot got behind the Spitfire and fired his guns only doing slight damage to the British fighter. He saw the British pull up going straight up in to sky., “Oh, you are going to make it hard for me? Good, I need a challenge and a worthy opponent." Said Lutz pulling up to give chase.

Turner got to the Spitfires' max altitude and did a hammerhead stall to get a bead on the Me-109 chasing him. He went to fire his guns, but they only fired for a second and stopped. “This is not good." The pilot said to himself feeling impacts on his fighter with a sharp pain on his right shoulder and left thigh. Turner heard impacts at the engine compartment and smoke started pouring out of it.

A De Havilland Mosquito

“Sir, should we turn back to base?" Inquired the co-pilot to Harris who is piloting the mosquito.

The pilot shook his head fingering a button the would fire the four guns in the nose., “No, we should be ok, plus we got to do a post bombing mission damage survey. If one of those Jerrys chases us, we have speed over them."

The flight Captain couldn't help the American due to that he has his hands full trying to keep himself alive. Right now he's in a fight for his life avoiding another Me 109 being flown by another ace. A few minutes later, the Me 109 is trailing smoke getting away from him. He applied full power to assist Turner, but he saw the yanks' Spitfire heading to the ground trailing smoke., “Bloody hell, I should of ordered him to change his tail number!" The flight Captain yelled watching as the Spitfire disappeared in the clouds.

Lutz grinned in his oxygen mask when the Spitfire spun out of control trailing smoke. The German pilot snapped a salute and pealed away., “See you on the ground, my British friend." He said to himself going in the clouds.

A De Havilland Mosquito

Harris shook his head and snapped his fingers. At the co-pilots seat, the male human slumped forward. The Canadian muttered to himself and saw a Spitfire appear. He said something and watched as the British fighter headed to England.

Hours later Briton West Pier Great Britain.

The crowd of people on the pier looked at the English Channel wondering what is going on at France. A sputtering noise has gotten their attention making them look at a low flying aircraft heading to the pier., “It's a German aircraft!" Said someone in the crowd.

“Shut the bloody hell up! It's one of our Spitfires!" Said another voice in the crowd watching the aircraft flying only fifty feet above the channel.

The Spitfire slowly lost attitude and crashed on the beach near the pier. A few members of the crowd ran to the Spitfire on the beach with a couple of policemen. One of the men opened the canopy trying to pull the unconscious pilot out of the fighter.

Turner being barely conscious felt someone pulling on him. A voice replied., “Release the catch on the parachute harness." He felt a tug on his parachute harness and felt them loosen. The pilot felt someone remove his oxygen mask and felt him being dragged out of his fighter. Turner opened one eye seeing two large men in civilian clothing dragging him to a truck parked on the beach.

“He's alive; I just saw his eyes open." Said one of the guys, he turns to the policemen getting out of a parked truck., “He's alive, has a couple of fragment wounds."

“Get him in the truck, I'll take him to the RAF fighter base near here." Said one of the policemen as the two men put him in the back of the truck.

The large man who was one of the men who pulled Turner out of the Spit fire looked at the fighter in two feet of water. He saw the seven swastikas painted on the engine cowling and the dozen holes at the engine area of the fighter., “I am glad he made it back home, but dam, that pilot looked like a kid." The man thought to himself watching as a few more policemen showed up to keep people away from the wrecked fighter.

A De Havilland Mosquito, a minute after disappearance of Turners Spitfire.

Harris grinned knowing that Turner is on his way to the base he flies this twin engine plane from. He noted that he's minutes from where he has to take photos from. The pilot snaps his fingers.

The co-pilot snaps awake., “What happen?"

“Your oxygen hose got disconnected. I got your hose reconnected, you should be ok. Always check your oxygen system during the preflight checks." Harris said to his co-pilot.

A day later, a hospital in London.

Turner opened his eyes feeling a pain in his left leg and right shoulder. The pilot looked at the room he's in seeing a few other RAF personal in the other beds in the room. He looked right seeing a familiar friend sitting on a chair., “Oh, hi Captain Harris, how long was I out?"

The Canadian grinned at his friend., “One day, you crashed on the beach nearby. Your Spitfire was write off. Should have changed the tail number on it. I did some talking to some high ranking personal, after you recover, you will be my new co-pilot."

“Did you fire him?" He asked his friend.

“No, I recommended that he's qualified to be a pilot. The De Havilland Mosquito is going into production as a photo reconnaissance aircraft and a light bomber. That aircraft is so fast; they want veteran pilots operating it. Shooting down one of Germanys' aces makes you qualified to be a co-pilot, I know, he got you back, but according to your flight Captain, you listen to him and took advice. Not many young pilots take advice from others, you were meant to fly. I can tell that you love it because you operate an airplane like a musician playing an instrument. Take it easy Turner, we'll talk later." Said the Canadian and left the room.

He watched his friend walk away and relaxed looking at the ceiling. A doctor came by and did a check up on him. Turner relaxed knowing that he's still in the RAF and will be back in the controls of an aircraft after he recovers. He did run into some Americans once in a while. Some treat him alright, but there are the few who call him a traitor due to him running to Canada instead of waiting to be drafted. The pilot thought that they are just like that Major who rejected him for the air corps. But when those few Americans start to threaten him with physical harm, there are usually Land caster crewmembers nearby. The bomber pilots are protective of Spitfire pilots.

“Hey, little friend, what did that Canadian said to you?" Asked a guy in the next bed.

Turner looked at the next bed seeing that the guy is a Land caster pilot by the jacket hanging on the bed post., “After I recover, I am going to end up a co-pilot on one of those Mosquitos. Due to my leg injury, I can't fly fighters anymore."

The bomber pilot with his right arm in a sling turned to him., “You are lucky that you're still flying. I heard about you, you saved a few friends of mine along mine a couple times." He looks at his arm and looks back at Turner., “I'll be back piloting Land casters in a couple of months. Just to let you know, I'll be missing you watching my back, but do me a favor, be the best mossy co-pilot in the RAF."

“Sure, when your arm gets healed, drop one on an airfield for the Spitfire I lost." He said watching the bomber pilot nod with a grin. “I lost that Spitfire because my guns quit firing." Turner said to the bomber pilot and the two pilots continue talking to each other. A few other pilots talked to him along with a few members from his squadron.

“I should have ordered you to change the numbers on your fighter." Said the flight captain sitting on the chair Harris just occupied.

Turner nodded in agreement and listened to his commanding officer., “You heard what they're doing to me."

“I am going to miss you because you listen to others and take advice. I am going to give you one more piece of advice as your commanding officer. If you love flying, I know you love flying by the way you act, be the best co-pilot in that squadron. Maybe someday you will be the pilot training a co-pilot. My advice to you is to listen to Harris and do what he says like you listen to me. I am sorry that you got hurt and can't fly fighters anymore and I know that you're going to miss it." The flight captain said to him.

“I know, in a fighter, you're free." He said in a tone looking at the window.

“Take it easy yank and remember what I said, listen to Harris and you might be sitting in the pilots' seat someday." Said Turners' commanding officer.

April 1941, A De Havilland Mosquito over the English channel.

Turner sitting in the co-pilots' grinned in his oxygen mask grasping the control yoke. He just loves' this aircraft, Harris was right, this beauty is like a race car. The co-pilot looked at the air speed indicator seeing that right now; he's going over 400 knots.

Harris chuckled to himself knowing that in less than a minute, he won't be wearing this disguise., “Got to put you under Turner, the ship is almost here." The vixen thought to herself snapping her fingers causing Turner to fall asleep. Harris said a few words watching as the RCAF uniform changed to a blue colored flight suit. She watches as the bulge at the crotch area flattens and twin mounds grew at her chest. The mask made for a human face changed into one for a vixen morph, plus a hole formed in the seat for the fox tail growing out of it., “Much more comfortable, I just hate being a human male." Karen said to herself and looked at Turner., “How can you stand with those balls hanging out?"

A white light engulfed the aircraft and it disappeared.

Turners' story part 2 by Raven Fox: Turner gets adjusted to his new life and is shocked that his friend is a vixen morph. Karen explains that her race hasn't fought a war in such a long time, they forgot how to fight.

Inside a ship, one minute since part 1.

Karen grinned shutting off the twin Rolls Royce engines of the De Havilland Mosquito aircraft. She's glad that the ship took the complete aircraft rather than causing it to crash in the English Channel. The vixen isn't attached to inanimate objects, but she rather liked this piece of machinery.

The male fox walked in the hanger looking at the gray and green colored twin engine aircraft sitting in the hanger. He noted a strong chemical smell in the air from the aircraft. Joseph saw a white vixen thru the windscreen flipping switches to shut off the craft., “I did want it and I got it. Rather beautiful lines, glad that we took it instead of causing it to crash like the other aircraft when we took the pilots out of them." The Todd thought to himself studying the lines of the aircraft.

Inside the aircraft, the vixen finished shutting down the aircraft systems. She unbuckled the human from the co-pilots seat and opened the hatch lowering him to the floor. Karen climbed out of the aircraft seeing her commanding officer., “Sir, I need to take him to medical, the primitive surgery only patched up his leg and shoulder, but he needs those limbs repaired properly if we're going to use him."

“What happened to him?" Asked the male fox looking at the human. He knew how to tell the age of humans, but this male looks like a kit., “Are you sure this one is over eighteen years of age? I don't think this one hasn't used a razor to cut the fur off his face. Why do human males do that?"

“He's almost twenty years old, I don't why human males do that." She looks at the male fox with a strange look., “I got one question for you sir, how can you stand having balls hanging out of your body?"

The male fox laughs and helped the vixen move the human. He saw a few crewmembers come in the hanger and look at the Earth made airplane. Joseph helped Karen take Turner to medical looking at the female white tiger who is the lead surgeon.

“Kali, we got to repair the right collar bone and the quadriceps in the left thigh." Said the vixen to the feline.

“Well, hello to you drag queen." The tiger said with grin seeing an angry look on the vulpine.

The vixen kept herself calm knowing that the feline has a crazy sense of humor. Karen knows that Kali rather be in the mating bed with males from other species than felines. She saw the tigress looking the human male over with interest., “Don't worry, he's at least almost twenty. I didn't rob a cradle."

Kali looked at the human and examined the old wounds., “Should take a few hours to do the repairs. I just hate projectile wounds, such traumatic injuries to the body structure." She looks at the vixen., “Eight years difference isn't to old Karen, as for my taste in partners. I don't like being an omega and I just hate that barb on male felines. You canines have a smoother organ." The feline said looking at Joseph.

Karen saw the inside of the todds' ears turning pink. She wondered if the unusual feline had a few nights with her commanding officer. The room seems to get warm and the vixen felt her body temperature rise., “I'll swing on by later." And Karen left the medical making Kali look at Joseph.

“Well, do you feel like staying to talk?" Asked the feline running a hand thru her long light brown hair and blinked her light green eyes.

“I got to check out that Earth made aircraft, see you later." The fox said leaving the medical bay.

Sighing, the feline looked at the human male laying on the examination table. She pulled the pants down along with the under garment looking at the genitals., “Hmm, rather odd looking, seems a little larger than a male fox." Kali muttered to herself putting the garment and pants on. The tigeress never mated with Joseph, she never done anybody on this crew. She's between male friends at the current time. Kali got her equipment and started repairing the wounds on the human.

Later, vulpine ship heading to the vulpine home world.

Turner opened his eyes looking around his surroundings seeing a strange setup in this room. The male human male sat up seeing that he's wearing a light gray garment that covered his body with wires from the garment going to the side of the bed. He examined wondering if he's at a British medical place that's new. Turners' last memory was flying with Harris to do a bomb damage survey. The male human looked at the garment he's wearing seeing fine wires woven in the strange fabric. “That's something a Land caster crewmember wears when they're on a mission for heat. But the ones I saw are blue in color. This one is wired to this bed, I been at a London hospital and they're not set up like this." He thought to himself looking at his surroundings again.

The room is a white gray in color with seven more beds in this room. After turning his head, there's a glass pane showing weird stuff on it. The door opened without making a noise and something walked in.

Karen went thru the door looking at Turner gaping at her with a frighten look. “Relax Turner, you know me."

“What are you? I never meet you before." The human answered looking at what ever walked in this room. Standing near him now is something like a large fox walking on its' hind legs. This fox seemed shaped like a female by the breasts at the chest area with long white blonde human hair on the head with the triangular ears at the top of the head. “Vixen, which means she a female." Turner thought to himself noting that this is an artic fox who is talking to him. “When did we meet?" The human asked this fox.

“I was known as Harris, I am a fighting mage who can change my appearance. My race hasn't fought a war in decades. Due to the decades of not being in a war, we forgot how to fight. Not long ago, our colony worlds started getting attacked by a gang of pirates. So we had no choice, but to recruit beings who know how to fight. You seem to do well in fighting." Said Karen to the human.

The human wondered why Harris acted strange around him, now he knows. Turner remembered how the US military was disarmed and had its' budget cut after World War 1. He knew that the United States is going down the same path as these fox people. “Alright, I'll join you guys. Something tells me that your aircraft will be faster than I am use to." The human said letting the vixen help him off the bed watching the wires going into the side of the bed. He noted that his shoulder felt well and his left leg didn't hurt. Turner glances at the fox seeing that she wore the same type of outfit as him. “So, what name do you go by Harris?"

Karen looked at Turner doing a strange grin showing her teeth. “Turner, I have one question for you."

He replied. “Ok, what do you want to know?"

“How can you stand having balls hanging out between your legs?" Asked the vixen.

Laughing, Turner answered. “That's a hard question to answer; we just got use to that feeling." Following the vixen down the hall.

In the hanger of the vulpine ship.

“Over here is our main fighter, it carries twenty four missiles and six canons that fires a type of plasma laser." Karen said showing Turner the fighter parked nearby.

The male human examined the craft near him. Turner never saw anything like this craft, it's bigger than the Spitfire he flew and a little shorter than the De Havilland Mosquito he just started flying. He saw the Mosquito parked nearby seeing a bunch of morphs looking at the aircraft. The human found out from the vixen they're on a large spaceship. “Like those Flash Gordon comics I read with my few friends. This fighter doesn't look like those spacecraft in those comics. It looks like a type of winged insect." Turner thought to himself looking at the medium gray colored fighter. (Authors' note: To the Wing Commander games fans. The fighter looks like the Dragon fighter from Wing Commander 4 The Price of Freedom.) The male human examined the lines seeing that the fuselage is kind of a boxy shape with large wings near the back. He walked taking a long look of the fighter seeing no rivets on the skin, it is smooth. Turner wondered if he will ever like this fighter, it just looked mean compared to the lovely graceful lines of the Spitfire. To the male human, the Spitfire reminded him of the race cars he seen before the war started.

Karen stood nearby watching Turner examined the fighter. The vixen liked the human male she recruited from Earth with the other nine pilots. She did debrief the other nine showing them the fighter that they will be flying. The British pilots did a real though examination of the fighter asking how fast the fighter flies thru space., “Those RAF flyers always liked going fast. What will be their reaction when they find out that the pirates fly a fighter called the Excalibur?" Karen thought to herself seeing that Turner is running a hand on the skin of the fighter.

A few days later, over France.

Lutz flew his Me-109 over the French country side looking at the ground and at the sky. He released his hand off the control stick and flexed his hand thinking to himself. The pilot wondered where that British pilot is at. No wreckage of Spitfire 3549 was found on the ground denying him of a kill that day. Lutz considered himself as a knight of the air practicing chivalry in combat in the air. He saw a fellow pilot get shot down by the squadron CO due to the pilot shooting a British pilot in a parachute.

“If I ever see you do that Lutz, I'll do the same to you." Said the CO after shooting down his subornate.

That lesson still plays in his thoughts remembering the fighting techniques of the pilot of Spitfire 3549., “That was a beautiful move that limey did. I hope we cross paths again, I want a rematch." Lutz thought to himself looking around looking for enemy bombers or fighters. What the German ace didn't know, he will be seeing his nemesis soon. He counted that one British pilot as unfinished business and that fight a draw. Lutz felt his body starting to tingle and he disappeared in the cockpit.

The Me 109 flew Northwest till the middle of the North Atlantic Ocean. It ran out of gas and crashed and sank.

The German pilot found himself standing in a dim room with a bright light shining on him., “Who are you? You are in real trouble for taking a Luftwaffe pilot of Germany." He said out loud in German.

A male voice answered in English., “Now, now, we're a group of honored people who need skilled pilots. I know that you're itching for a rematch with a certain British pilot who flies Spitfire 3549."

“The last time I fought him was four months ago, I think he crashed somewhere because the wreckage of that fighter was never found." Lutz replied still speaking German and started to get angry.

“Oh, he's still alive; right now that British pilot is on a spacecraft with our enemies. One fact you should know, he's not British, he's an American. A teenager being nineteen years old. Our people have spies and have a file on him. We were going to get him, but that dam fighting mage Karen has an interest in him. She manages to keep him out of our grasp, so we decided to take you. One rule, we speak the common tongue here, I hope you speak it." The male voice said.

Lutz kept himself calm and replied in English with a German accent., “I speak your tongue, may I see my hosts." He was shock when the anthropomorphic coyotes walked up to him. There is one male and a female, the canines looked him over.

“He'll do, lets' get to our base and start training him. Those other canines have at least ten recruits and we only got five. We'll have to swing on by this Earth at a later date to get more." Said the female and looked at the German. “You will help us, but think this over, if you refuse, you will be shown a device called an airlock."

The German followed the canines out of the room taking in his surroundings knowing that he's with a race that makes Germany's tech look Stone Age.

End of part two: I am writing the next part and it won't take me months to post part three.