Written By: Wolfie Steel.

Part 8.

This story will contain gay furry sex, and the occasional use of strong language, if you are not old enough, (18/21), to read such material, or if there is a chance that it will offend you, please don’t continue to read past this point................So, still here I see, well then, sit back and enjoy.

I make a fly by over the top of the hanger and below me I can see two police cars with a group of furs that at this height I can’t recognise, but I know for sure that Kyle is one of those furs, call it a boyfriend’s intuition. I circle around again but this time as I complete the circle I lower the landing gear, there is a slight jolt as the planes rear wheels make contact with the tarmac followed by a gentle but satisfying thud as the nose wheel touches down. I throttle back on the controls while I’m applying the brakes.

Soon we come to a stop and I shut down the turbo prop engines, with the engines shutdown I quickly get free from my harness and throw my headphones down onto my seat, I run towards the passenger access door and throw it open, the stairs drop but I’m already on the tarmac before they complete their journey, I’m running at full speed towards the police cars, hate and anger written all over my muzzle.

One of the officers sees me running towards him like an express train and calmly stands in my path ready to grab me if he should need to. As I draw near to him he speaks.

“Now Mr. Townsend, I understand that you are upset, but going after Mr. Doncaster and maybe doing him some damage, will do you no good at all, there has been no real harm done, Mr. Proudfang has the paramedics with him now so he is in good paws, we have Mr. Doncaster in custody, charged with trespass and actual bodily harm, and I’m fairly sure that we can also link the damage to the hanger and the burnt out plane back to Doncaster’s company. Now I advise you to go and be with your partners, you are all going to need each other over the next few days”

I let out a slight angry growl, but then I catch sight of Kyle just leaning against the entrance door frame with a look that tells me that he needs to be in my arms. Seeing my lover’s face, which is completely devoid of any happiness, breaks my heart and so I put all thoughts of Doncaster out of my head and I start to walk towards Kyle.

I am now just a few feet away from Kyle, and I can now see that the ordeal has taken its toll on him, tears begin to fall from his eyes and then he just launches himself from the door frame and runs towards me, I need no other provocation and I just open my arms wide and then wrap them around the emotional Rottweiler.

Once he is in my arms he rests his muzzle on my shoulder and just cries, with my arms wrapped around him I feel him shivering, and so I do what any loving mate would do, I gently push him away a little and plant a kiss squarely on his muzzle. Kyle now begins to calm down a little though he is still shivering, and so keeping just one arm wrapped around his waist I gently lead him back into the hanger.

As we enter the hanger I hear Joe outside dealing with getting the removal van and Ian Danter’s limo out of the planes loading bay, both Kyle and I begin to walk up the stairway that leads to the coffee room, by the time we get to the doorway the paramedic is just getting ready to leave and I can see that Ion is now awake but looking slightly the worse for wear.

The paramedic stops to speak to Kyle.

“Well, Mr Proudfang has a nasty bump on the back of his head which I’m guessing is from where he was pushed up against the building support and he is a little winded from where the guy had him around the throat, but other than that he is okay”

Kyle thanks the paramedic for taking care of Ion, I look towards the downed Wolf and I see a Lion/Bull hybrid sitting next to him, I look at Kyle with a look of confusion, he then introduces us.

“John, this is Mr. Leonard Townsend, the co-owner of Dalmatian Air, and also my boyfriend, Leo this is John, he is Ion’s mate, he also works, sorry I mean worked for Doncaster”

The Lion/Bull stands from his seated position and offers me his paw; he can’t allow his eyes to meet mine as he hangs his head.

“Mr. Townsend, I know the fact that I worked for your nemesis up until this happened will not sit well with you and who can blame you? But I want you to know that I had no part in the destruction of your hanger and plane, that was all down to the shit eating Tiger, my only regret is that I knew what was happening but I did nothing to stop it, well that all ended when Stripes put my baby against the building support”

I take the hybrid’s paw into my own and reply.

“John, you are right, if you had still been in the employ of Doncaster I would have used what little strength I poses in booting you off the premises, however, you have told me that you had nothing to do with any of the damage caused by the Tiger, and judging by the way you have been looking after your mate Ion, and also by the fact that you have now left Doncaster Freight tells me that I have no reason to disbelieve you”

The hybrid’s eyes are now able to look up at mine, a small smile appears on his muzzle, and he then lets out a giggle.

“I don’t suppose you have an opening within your company for an out of work plane mechanic?”

I step backwards through the door of the coffee room and shout down to Joe who is on the lower floor.

“Joe, is there anything that needs to be done because we have just gained a new employee”

Joe just smiles and shakes his head a little and then makes his reply.

“Yeah, send him down to me and I will get him to help me repair some of the windows, after all Kyle, Lloyd and Jason have a bar to go and open”

Lloyd and Jason stand at the door of the hanger and wait for Kyle, who gently kisses me on the cheek and then heads out to join them. As he glides down the staircase I can’t help but stand and admire his tightly packed Rottweiler butt, next I’m brought from my admiration by Ion and John slowly walking past me to begin helping Joe with the repairs.

It has now taken many hours of hard work, but finally the hanger is now repaired and the skeleton of the old burnt out plane has been removed, the only evidence of its demise is the slight scorch marks on the tarmac, even the proud Ian Danter and his bodyguards got their paws dirty while helping with the clean up.

I look at my watch and see that it is now 6pm, and so I call everyone around me.

“Guys, without your help, Dalmatian Air would have gone under, so in recognition of that fact, I would like to offer to buy you all a drink and a meal at Lloyd’s bar”

Everyone cheers except for Joe who just stands next to me and whispers into my ear.

“Now then Leo, what was that about Dalmatian Air folding?”

A smile graces my muzzle as I remember the heated chat that Joe and I had had in Lloyd’s bar only a few days prior. I quickly head back into the hanger to make sure that the answer phone is switched on, I then head back out making sure that all the lights are out and the door is locked, with that done we all head over to Lloyd’s bar. Once inside Lloyd and the team fix up a meal fit for a king along with drinks all round, I stand from my seat and call for Kyle to join me, I then take my drinking glass into my paw and raise it aloft.

“Guys, I would like to make a toast or two, the first being for Dalmatian Air, I now look at the hanger across the way and I see it as a Phoenix as it rises from the ashes, I would like to thank every single one of you including my business partner Joe, for helping the phoenix to take flight. The second toast is for this incredible Rottweiler that stands at my side, it is true that we are so mismatched it is scary, but the love that I feel from him is the only thing that has kept me sane through these past few hours. To Dalmatian Air and Kyle, may they both continue to give me pleasure for many years to come!”

There is a loud cheering all round, I turn to Kyle and I can see his deep blush even through his fur, I take Kyle’s muzzle into my paw and pull it against my own and take him in a strong and passionate kiss.