\n Written By: Wolfie Steel.

\n Part 2.

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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 With permission granted from the CAA to deliver my three passengers to Jersey Airport, Joe helps me push the plane out from the hanger; he then helps me with the pre-flight checks, making sure that I have not overlooked anything which may cause the plane to crash. With the pre flight checks done and the flight plan registered we head back into the hanger to collect the Doberman and his two bodyguards.

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\n I stand at the computer desk and the Doberman joins me.

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\n "Mr Townsend, you have no idea what it means to me to know that you are willing to fly in these weather conditions"

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\n He hands me an unmarked brown envelope, I take a look inside and find that it is stuffed with money. My eyes go wide as I see the mound of notes, and to make sure that I'm not being had, I take the money out of the envelope to make sure that it is real, satisfied that the Doberman is a dog of his word I replace the money back in the envelope and look back at the Doberman.

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\n "What the hell, there must be at least ten grand there"

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\n The Doberman smiles coyly and replies.

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\n "Actually you will find that there is five times that amount, fifty grand, for what I see as services rendered, and if you get me safely to Jersey Airport then I will guarantee that Dalmatian Air will continue to operate"

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\n I place the envelope in the inside pocket of my flight jacket and then lead the three large furs out to the plane, once at the plane I turn to the two Bulls and speak.

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\n "Guys, I know that Mr Danter counts on you as his bodyguards, but I want all weapons stowed in the cargo hold of the plane, or we don't go anywhere"

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\n The two Bulls look towards their boss; Mr Danter nods slightly and speaks.

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\n "Do as Mr Townsend asks boys, disarm all your guns and stow them"

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\n The two Bulls do as they are told and after five minutes we are ready to board the plane, I stare out of the cockpit window towards Joe and give a slight wave as I begin to start the planes twin propeller engines.

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\n With the engines both running I check all of my instruments to make sure that they are working as they should be, once I'm happy that everything is good I place my headset on and make the call to air traffic control.

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\n "Gatwick tower, this is Dalmatian Air Tango 1 requesting permission to begin my planned journey to Jersey Airport"

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\n Gatwick tower responds by giving me clearance to take off. I gently ease the throttles forward and begin to taxi towards the private runway, once at my taxi position I then open the throttles fully and begin my run to take off, once I'm in the air I flip the switch to raise the landing gear, I then circle round and begin to head towards Jersey Airport.

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\n We have been in the air for about half an hour and I'm out over the English channel, I stare out of the cockpit window but all I can see is little glimpses of the ocean, everything else is just snow, in fact the only way that I know that I'm still on course is because my instruments tell me. Suddenly an alarm buzzer sounds; I look up at a flashing light above my head and see that I have a problem with engine one.

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\n "Jersey Tower, this is Dalmatian Air Tango 1 reporting an engine failure, over"

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\n "Dalmatian Air Tango 1, this is Jersey Tower, what is the nature of your engine failure? Over"

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\n "Jersey Tower, engine one has a low oil pressure warning light and I'm losing power, over"

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\n There is a slight pause before Jersey Tower contacts me again.

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\n "Dalmatian Air Tango 1, we are aware of your emergency, are you still able to land at Jersey Airport, or are you calling ditch? Over"

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\n I check on the dials for engine two and realise that it is still healthy.

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\n "Jersey Tower, this is Dalmatian Air Tango 1, engine two is still A OK so at the moment I'm still aiming to land at Jersey Airport, over"

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\n "Dalmatian Air Tango 1, you have now been given priority landing clearance, there is no other traffic in the area so land as soon as you are able, and the emergency vehicles are on standby should you need them, over"

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\n "Roger that Jersey Tower, I'm lowering my landing gear now and I'm going to begin my final approach"

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\n I lower the landing gear and make sure that I have three green lights indicating that I have a perfect lockout for my landing gear, as I begin my final approach engine one finally gives out and shuts down all together. I slowly bring the plane down to the tarmac of the runway and begin applying the brakes.

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\n Eventually we come to a complete stop and we're surrounded by emergency vehicles, but with there being no fire or injury they soon turn around and head back to their stations. I head back into the cabin area and see a concerned looking Doberman.

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\n He shakily approaches me and offers me his paw.

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\n "Mr Townsend that was some of the best flying that I have seen in a long time, to land at Jersey Airport on a normal day with a fully functioning aircraft is difficult enough, and yet you managed it in a driving snow blizzard with one engine out"

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\n I take his paw in mine and make my reply.

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\n "That will be down to fifteen years worth of flying experience, and blind luck"

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\n The Doberman lets out a hearty belly laugh, something which his two travelling companions didn't seem to share. I head over to the doorway and open it then I lower the staircase and allow my passengers to exit the plane and collect their belongings, I see a huge black limousine waiting patiently to collect the Doberman and whisk him away to his father's bedside, before he gets into the back of the car he stops and hands me a business card.

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\n "When you get home, call this number and give me the name of the company whom leases you the hanger from which you operate, also give me the names of any other creditors and I personally will clear everything up for you, and in future, you can expect a lot more in the way of cargo and passenger business from Jersey"

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\n With that said, he climbs into the car, the door is shut and he is whisked away at speed. I now see a mechanic walking towards me, a German Shepherd with the usual fur colourings, as he approaches I notice that he is wiping his paws on an oily piece of cloth.

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\n *You the pilot of the twin prop with the engine probs?"

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\n I nod gently and he continues.

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\n "Well, let's take a look at what the problem is, though I warn ya, in half an hour I go off duty, so whatever the problem is won't be fixed until the morning"

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\n We walk over to the plane and he sets about opening the engine cover to engine one, he pulls out his torch and begins to examine what he can see of the engine, he wipes a claw over a black plastic pipe and then......

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\n "Ah, there's the swine, that's what caused your engine failure, a split oil pipe, well I'll get the guys to wheel the plane into the workshop for the night and then I'll get started on the repair first thing in the morning"

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\n I let out a sigh and then I make my reply.

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\n "Fine, but where am I going to stay for the night?"

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\n The Shepherd points to a building in the distance.

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\n "That is The Marriot Hotel, it ain't cheap but I'm sure they will be able to accommodate you for the night, but before you head off, give me your cell phone number and I will contact you as soon as your plane is ready"

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\n I thank the Shepherd and give him my phone number and then I make my way towards the hotel. After a ten minute walk I make it to the main doors of the hotel, I walk in and head straight for the reception desk where a smartly dressed Husky is waiting.

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\n "Good evening sir, welcome to The Marriot hotel, do you have a reservation?"

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\n I make my reply to the Husky.

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\n "Sorry no I don't, my plane has broken down and I need a room for the night if you have any that are not in use?"

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\n The Husky quickly checks his computer screen for available rooms.

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\n "Ah, you're in luck my friend, we do have a single room available, its forty pounds per night, but for that you get your room, an evening meal and breakfast in the morning"

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\n I take out the envelope and pull out a fifty pound note and I hand it to the Husky.

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\n "I'll take it"

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\n The Husky checks the note to make sure that it is not a fake, then once he is satisfied he hands me the keycard for the room.

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\n "Its room 1105 just take the elevator up to the top floor and you will find it"

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\n I head towards the elevator and then up to room 1105. The elevator comes to a stop and I walk out and start walking down the hallway towards my room, once I find the room I swipe the card in the door lock and push the door open to reveal a very well decorated single room. I enter the room and allow the door to shut behind me, I then lie on the bed and fall fast asleep.

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\n I wake up an hour and a half later, I look at my watch and see 5:10pm, my stomach is rumbling like a thunder storm so I decide to head down to the restaurant and grab a bite to eat, as I stand waiting for the elevator I straighten my clothing out to try and make myself look as presentable as possible.

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\n With the elevator ride out of the way I head into the restaurant and walk up to the service desk, a young smartly dressed donkey asks to see my room key, I hand the donkey my key and he swipes it through a reader. He then hands me the key back.

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\n "Ok Mr Townsend, we have quite a varied choice on offer for tonight's evening meal, feel free to help yourself from the salad bar, or take a seat and one of our staff will come and take your order"

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\n I thank the donkey and head over to an empty table and I take a seat, I scan the menu and pick out what I would like for my meal, a female wolf dressed in hotel uniform heads over to my table and takes my order.

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\n "I'll have Chicken Soup to start, and then I will have the roast beef dinner with all the trimmings, and to finish off I'll have the chocolate ice cream please"

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\n The female wolf nods softly and heads off to process my order, a few minutes later she arrives back with my soup and cutlery; she bids me an enjoyable meal and heads off to another table.

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\n After an hour and a half I have finished my meal and am now deciding whether to head straight for bed or to head to the bar for a couple of drinks, I look at my watch again and see that it is just before 8:00pm so I decide that a couple of drinks won't hurt before bed.

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\n I head into the bar and take a seat on a stool at the bar; a gorgeous looking Rottweiler comes to take my order.

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\n "What'll it be bud?"

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\n My brain kicks in again as I register the question.

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\n "I'll have a JD and Coke please bro"

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\n The Rottie heads off to fix my drink, I notice that there is a bear sitting next to me who seems just ever so slightly drunk, so I make it my policy not to get on his bad side, unfortunately the bear has other ideas.

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\n "Hey fag, lifted any decent tail lately?"

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\n At first I totally ignore him and wait for my drink to arrive, this only serves to antagonise him more.

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\n "Hey Dalmatian fag, I'm fucking talking to you, so damn well answer me"

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\n Again I chose to ignore him which with hind sight was the wrong thing to do, the bear spins me round on my bar stool so that I am face to face with him, or should that be face to paw, my face his paw.

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\n The blow knocks me flying from my barstool. The bear quickly gets off his stool and goes to kick me in the side, I cower away waiting for the blow which never comes, I venture to open my eyes and I look up to see what is going on, I look up just in time to see the Rottie land a perfect head butt to the bears forehead, then the god speaks.

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\n "I don't take very kindly to assholes like you beating up hotel guests, now sure this is a public bar where anyone is welcome, but you have just worn out your welcome, now get out or I will physically put you out"

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\n The bear turns to throw a punch towards the Rottie, but he is too quick and grabs the bears paw in a vice like grip, he then forces the bears arm behind his back and then marches him out of the hotel.

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\n The Rottie walks calmly back into the bar area and then walks over to me and offers me a paw, I shakily take the offered paw and he gently helps me back onto my feet and then heads back behind the bar. He calls out to one of his co-workers to tend the bar, and then he collects a medical kit and walks back round the bar to where I'm sat.

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\n "Let's take this to a table my friend, that bear caught you pretty good"

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\n He picks up the drink that he had made for me and leads me to an empty table, he gently eases me into the seat and then sits directly opposite me and opens the medical kit and then begins to tend to my bleeding lip and nose.

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