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\n Dalmatian Air.

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\n Written By: Wolfie Steel.

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\n Part 4.

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\n 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.

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\n  The weather begins to clear as I approach the coast of the UK, so I ask Kyle to join me up front in the cockpit, so that he can get his first real glimpse at the UK, he sits in the seat next to me as I begin my radio call for Gatwick Tower.

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\n "Gatwick Tower, this is Dalmatian Air Tango 1 requesting permission to enter UK airspace, over"

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\n "Dalmatian Air Tango 1, this is Gatwick Tower, you're a little later than planned but you're request to re-enter UK airspace is granted, we have you on our scopes and you have no need to allow for traffic as most other planes are grounded until the weather clears up, so welcome home, over"

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\n I change the radio setting to the Dalmatian Air frequency.

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\n "This is Dalmatian Air Tango 1 calling Dalmatian Air Base, over"

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\n A very relieved Joe answers the call.

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\n "Thank the lord you are still alive, I was expecting you home last night, what the hell happened? And why the hell didn't you call?"

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\n I let out a small sheepish giggle as I realise that I had forgotten to call Joe to tell him of the engine failure.

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\n "Sorry Joe, it's a long story and we'll fill you in when we land, but I was wondering if you could nip across to Lloyd's bar and pick up an application form for the bar job and then put the kettle on, because there are two very thirsty dogs aboard Dalmatian Air Tango 1, we're about fifteen minutes out maybe a little more"

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\n I end the call before Joe can interrogate me further about the mysterious passenger that I'm carrying. Kyle gives a hearty belly laugh.

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\n "You know Leo, I've just come to realise that you can be pure evil at times, I don't know Joe yet but I wonder how the hell he has put up with you as a business partner for so long"

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\n I begin to make my approach to Dalmatian Air headquarters and lower the planes undercarriage to hopefully give a faultless landing. Finally the runway begins to get larger as I begin my final approach. The rear wheels make contact with the tarmac closely followed by the single front wheel, I quickly throttle back and begin to apply the brakes and bring the plane to a textbook stop. Standing on the tarmac in front of the plane is an extremely pissed looking Joe, I turn to Kyle.

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\n "Well hun, that is Joe, and I'm in for one hell of a pissing contest"

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\n Kyle giggles as we both get out of our seats and head towards the door and staircase. With the door open I lower the stairs and I begin to walk down towards the tarmac, as my left footpaw hits the tarmac I see a set of black and white spotted footpaws standing in front of me.

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\n "Well Leo, you sure have quite a lot of explaining to do and yes I do have a list, so before you step paw inside the hanger we are going to get the explanations out of the way. Ok first off, why didn't you return home last night? You were just going to drop Mr Danter off and then do a quick turnaround and get back here before nightfall, so what the hell happened?"

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\n I raise my head and look Joe deep in the eyes as I make my reply.

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\n "Ok Joe, I know that I should've called, but the thing is engine one blew an oil line, fortunately engine two was running fine so I managed to land at Jersey, the guys at Jersey Airport said that they couldn't fix the oil line until this morning, so I stayed overnight at a hotel. When I got to the hotel I was so beat that I just went to my room and crashed out on the bed, then when I woke up I kind of forgot that I hadn't called you, I'm sorry that I forgot to call"

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\n Joe nods, seeming to begin to calm himself down.

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\n "Ok apology accepted, now for item two, what the hell happened to your lip and nose?"

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\n I giggle a little as I begin to explain.

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\n "Well Joe, it seems that the mask that I use to hide the fact that I'm a tail raiser doesn't work on huge Grizzly Bears, I had the misfortune to sit next to one whilst I was getting a drink in the bar, and well let's just say that he didn't like me too much"

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\n Joe's eyes now travel to the Rottweiler still standing on the planes staircase.

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\n "And that brings me to item three, which I'm guessing is pretty much connected to item two? So you finally found yourself a love interest huh? Or is he a paying passenger?"

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\n I stand aside and allow Kyle to set paw onto the tarmac.

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\n "Joe, this is Kyle Dawson, he is the bartender that fixed my drink, he also fixed my nose, lip and erection, so no he isn't a paying passenger"

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\n Joe rolled his eyes but then held out his paw to introduce himself to Kyle.

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\n "Well, you have my sympathies for the fact that you got lumbered with this goof ball. My name is Joseph Mylang, but most folks just call me Joe. I guess the bartender application form is for you is it big guy?"

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\n Kyle takes Joe's paw into his own and shakes it gently.

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\n "Yes sir, unfortunately I have fallen for the goof ball quite seriously, so I needed a job to get into the UK so that I could be with him"

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\n Joe gives the Rottweiler a good looking over before replying.

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\n "If you ask me Kyle, you will be a little over qualified to work at Lloyd's place"

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\n Kyle blushes madly at the compliment but he then calms himself. With the introductions and my ear chewing over Joe leads the way back to the hanger, once inside I head over to the desk and pick up the phone handset, I then take the business card that Ian Danter had given me from my pocket and nervously dial the number.

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\n After a couple of rings a very subdued voice answers the phone.

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\n "Ian Danter here"

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\n I instantly know that he is upset about something just from the tone of his voice, but I decide to try and find out why.

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\n "Er hi Ian, its Leo Townsend from Dalmatian Air, erm have I called at a bad time?"

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\n I hear Ian give a large sniff as if sniffing back tears before he makes his reply.

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\n "Oh hey Leo, yeah it's kind of a bad time as I lost my father just after I got to his bedside, although thinking about it, maybe if I get my business head on maybe I can concentrate on something else for a few hours, so anyway, let me get a notepad and a pen and I will take down the details of the people that you and Dalmatian Air owe money to"

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\n There is the sound of some rummaging and then suddenly....

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\n "Ah, got one, ok fire away"

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\n I give Ian the list of people that are owed money by both me and Dalmatian Air, including their addresses. Ian looks down his list mumbling and checking off details.

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\n "Ok Leo, I got all the details now, I take it from the fact that you are back home that you managed to get the plane running again, and I can't thank you enough for getting me back to Jersey as quick as you did, it gave me chance to say....."

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\n There is a long pause and then a broken voice continues.

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\n ".....It gave me the chance to say.....goodbye"

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\n The Doberman manages to compose himself again.

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\n "Well, this shouldn't take long, so I will get right on it now and I will call you with the outcome, but Leo one thing I don't want you to do is worry, no matter what it takes I will save Dalmatian Air"

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\n I breathe a sigh of relief and I give the Doberman the condolences from myself and Joe for his loss and then I hang up the phone. Joe looks at me with questioning eyes.

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\n "So Ian is going to sort our finances out, even though he has just had a family crisis?"

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\n I nod solemnly.

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\n "Yeah, he says it will give him something to take his mind off things"

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\n I look at Kyle and then change the subject.

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\n "Ok Kyle, let's get you working behind the bar again shall we?"

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\n The three of us sit at the desk and begin to fill in Kyle's job application, we get to the point where it asks for his address and a worried look spreads across his face.

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\n "Damn, if I put my Jersey address I won't get the job because they will think that I'm commuting"

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\n I place a steady paw on top of Kyle's shaking paw and reply.

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\n "That's no problem hun, just put my home address down, after all, you and I are sort of attached now so it's only right that I give you somewhere to live"

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\n A smile breaks out from the Rottie and he begins to nuzzle my neck which causes Joe to groan.

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\n "Guys please, I have nothing against you both being gay, and in truth I'm pleased that Leo has finally found someone to love, but this is a business premises and a customer could walk through those doors at any moment, so with the greatest of respect would you both please keep it in your trousers for now?"

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\n Both Kyle and I blush heavily, but we can also see the wisdom in what Joe has just said, it wouldn't look good for two guys to be making out in front of a paying customer, so I just give Kyle a quick peck on the cheek and we continue to complete Kyle's application form.

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\n With the form now complete I look at my watch and realise that it is lunch time, so I take the opportunity to close for an hour's lunch, it will also give us the opportunity to hand Kyle's job application form in at the bar whilst we eat.

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\n The three of us head over to Lloyd's bar, we open the door and start to enter only to find that a fight has broken out, Lloyd Crystal the bar owner and a husky with light brown fur is in the middle of the fight trying to break it up but not having much success. Without so much as a moment's thought, Kyle quickly enters the fray and instantly picks the instigator of the fight up by the throat and heads out towards the exit.

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\n With a loud yelp, the instigator of the fight, a huge muscled lion, is sent on his way with a size ten Rottie footpaw imprint on his butt, Kyle walks back in and heads back into the rest of the fight which is now beginning to calm down.

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\n "Ok who's next?"

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\n The rest of the fighters all disperse and go their separate ways allowing me, Joe and Kyle to sit at the bar. Lloyd comes over to where we are sat and then stands next to Kyle and speaks.

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\n "Thanks for that, things were getting a little out of paw, let me get you a drink for your trouble"

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\n Kyle just lets out a giggle and then replies.

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\n "How about you take a look at my resume and job application and tell me whether I get the job?"

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\n The Husky looks seriously at Kyle.

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\n "My friend, you are so hired, I don't care what it costs me I want you working for me. I already know that you are someone that I can trust because you are with two of the finest Dalmatian's around"

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\n Joe and I both blush at the compliment, but to make things proper and above board Kyle hands Lloyd his resume and job application. Lloyd reads the resume first.

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\n "So, you hail from the island of Jersey huh? And I see that you have tended bar at the Marriot hotel since you left school, so you are very well qualified for the position, but let me ask you something just between us, the Marriot must have been paying you a good salary, so why did you decide to come and work for my bar?"

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\n Kyle looks at me and smiles, and Lloyd gently nods his head and continues.

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\n "Ok so you are a gay bartender that has fallen for Leo in a big way, well can't be mad at you for that, you have found yourself a fine dog in Leo, I mean most every time that both he and Joe are in here, I see hearts breaking all around, and I'm not just talking about the females. I would ask that you keep the fact that you are gay to yourself, but judging by the way you handled yourself with the fight, I don't think that I need to give you such advice"

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\n Lloyd holds out his paw towards Kyle, Kyle takes Lloyd's paw in his own and shakes it, Lloyd continues to speak.

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\n "Ok, welcome to Lloyd's bar Kyle, I'm sure that you will make a very strong and friendly member of my team, you can start tomorrow"

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\n Lloyd now heads behind the bar and gets the usual lunch for me and Joe, Ham, Eggs and Fries with our usual drinks, then he stands in front of Kyle.

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\n "Ok bud, what are ya havin'?"

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\n Kyle orders the same meal as me and Joe, but orders a coke for his drink. Five minutes later and Kyle's meal arrives with his drink, Kyle takes out his wallet to pay for the meal only to have his paw stopped by a Husky paw.

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\n "This one is on me my friend, you can call it you're signing up bonus, and also thanks for your help with the fight, enjoy your meal"

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\n Lloyd now heads away from Kyle and towards his other customers. Once our meal is finished the three of us head back to the hanger to wait for the phone call from Ian Danter.

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