A Pilot’s New Toy

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I found a really cool article in the newspaper the other day. Actually, it was an advertisement for a vacation trip to a distant tropical island. All the while on the way there you’d be treated to a top-level class flight with free drinks and everything… All of that merely costed $50! That… That wasn’t real, right? There’s always a catch with these things, I thought to myself when I first read it. Then I searched online for reviews of people who already did it.

“Absolutely fantastic! I would pay twice just to do it again!” “Incredible and unforgettable experience!” were just some of the reviews the same advertisement got. I wasn’t sure whether these were written by bots of by actual furs. Well, over two hundred people gave the ad a ranking of 5/5 stars with only one person rating 1 star because he didn’t understand how the rating worked, as his comment only contained praise as well. Weird, not a single person rated 2, 3 or 4 stars, or 1 if you remove the ‘inverted ranking’ guy I just mentioned.

I mulled it over for a few more minutes. My life is boring, I’m just a boring middle-aged panther stuck in a boring office doing boring work. I think it’s time for a change of pace! And that settled it. I searched for the advertisement again, which didn’t take long to find, and found out that there was another offer.

“Visit Udulaya with this all-inclusive deal, now for only $5!” I read. This was just dumb. No way it’s gonna be good if it costs that little. Still, I didn’t waver twice, and decided to enroll myself to their vacation schedule, and voilà. I would leave in two weeks to Udalaya, a fantastic island nation far away, globally praised for its insanely beautiful landscapes and friendly inhabitants, or so I thought.

Once the day came, I made it to my hometown’s nearest airport, and went through all the mandatory steps to make sure I’d take the right flight at the right moment. I made it to the check-in counter. Some airport staff, who seemed extremely bored, welcomed me with a not-so-interested expression, behind the counter was a vixen with copious amounts of bad make-up eyeing me with an annoyed look.

“Danny Schott I presume? May I see your ID please?” The vixen asked me. I showed her my ID and all necessary documents.

“Everything checks out. You can go and wait at Gate G, it’s the furthest away, but the signposts hanging from the ceiling will guide your way. We wish you a pleasant flight, Mr. Schott”

I’m sure you did… I thought to myself. Ignoring further social interaction with her, I followed her instruction and headed to Gate G, where I was supposed to wait roughly half an hour before I would be permitted to board the plane to my vacation destination. One thing struck me as odd though. This gate… while it was further away from the others… it was REALLY far away, like… Nowhere near the others. When I sat down on one of the seats neatly arranged next to each other for travelling passengers to rest and wait patiently, I noticed I was the only one there. Another odd thing. Was there no one else taking the same flight as me? That’s not right… With a vacation offer so cheap and so promising… It’d be stupid for people not to do the same as I would, right?

I waited half an hour, and one of the crew members of my method of transport showed up and looked at me with a friendly smile.

“You must be Mr. Schott.” He said. From the looks of it, he was a tall skunk wearing a really nice looking unzipped brown leather flight jacket with a white T-shirt underneath, accompanied by a pair of dark jeans with a brown leather belt and large silver buckle. He wore brown shoes and a pair of mirrored Ray Bans, which meant I couldn’t look into his eyes. I also noticed his build. Bulky, big and strong, his toned build visible across his entire body. My first response was to compliment him on his body, but… I stopped myself before I immediately made things awkward.

“That’d be me then.” I replied and stood up.

“Your flight is ready. Follow me and we can take our leave to your destination.” The skunk pilot said. From his attitude, it really did sound like I was the only passenger. While I grew more suspicious, I didn’t want to start having second thoughts, and just followed him to the aircraft that proved to change my life for good.

Once I noticed the door towards the aircraft’s interior I started wondering what it looked like from the outside. No windows meant I couldn’t see anything other than the straight narrow path towards my transportation vehicle. My snout then picked up a rather odorous smell. Did… did the pilot just fart? I mean, he’s a skunk and I shouldn’t get all discriminative… but come on, you don’t do that in public! …Okay I was the only one with him there, but it’s still inappropriate!

When I finally reached the airplane’s interior, the pilot led me to one of the seats. From the inside I could tell the plane wasn’t a big one. It seemed almost like some sort of private jet, rather than a commercial aircraft aimed at transporting several hundred passengers at once. A soft blue chair with wide armrests proved my seat for the next few hours. Ahead of me was a big monitor on which passengers could seemingly watch movies etc.

“Please fasten your seatbelt and we’ll leave shortly. There is no one else to wait for, so we’ll be taking off in a moment.” The skunk told me. He confirmed it to me: I was the only passenger.

I took some time to get comfy in my chair, I fastened my seatbelt, and without saying a word, the skunk started the plane’s engines and we were off. Vacation time ahoy, I thought. The plane soon ascended, and once I was finally able to move around the plane freely, I was stopped by the skunk immediately having left the cockpit, now standing in front of me with his arms crossed and a mischievous grin. Seems like the plane had an autopilot mode.

“Is everything alright?” I asked.

“Me? I’m doing just great. Very great, even.” His tone started to become seductive. Was he… trying to… you know…?
“That’s… nice?” I awkwardly replied.

“Sure it is. I’m sure you’re wondering what I’m about to do. You probably didn’t read the small text under the ad, did you?”

“What small text? Oh no… what are you gonna do?” I grew concerned immediately.

The skunk took out a piece of paper from his jeans pocket, and on it was the same ad. He pointed one of his claws at the small grey-ish hard to read text at the bottom.

“By agreeing to travel with your assigned plane you thereby assign yourself as the loyal servant of your pilot for good.” I read out loud. After I was finished, I gasped, to which the skunk laughed softly.

“Now then, my little servant… Time for you to get to work.” The skunk spoke, and opened a cabinet I couldn’t see from my angle. Still, I started sweating nervously.

Out of the cabinet, he grabbed a few items and put them in a big plastic bag, and tossed them at me. It all happened quite fast and I couldn’t follow. He then seemingly turned off the air conditioning in the plane, which immediately resulted in the air smelling a lot more foul than before. The smell of garlic and rotten eggs soon wafted through the plane’s interior, forcing me to gag multiple times. I looked at the individual items inside the bag the skunk threw in my direction, and noticed that inside were the same pieces of clothing he was wearing.

“Put them on.” The muscular skunk commanded. Given my position, I had no choice. I was in mid-air in an aircraft, unable to escape. All the while my physical condition was nowhere near as well-developed as the skunk’s, the guy I was supposed to ‘serve’ now.

I felt him scowling at me the longer I waited, so I opened the bag and took out each individual item. It wasn’t easy with the existing stench worsening the longer I took.

“Change into it. I don’t care that you want privacy or not. You’re doing it now.” He commanded.

I did that much. Luckily I didn’t have to go fully naked so I was still wearing my trusty underwear, but yeah… My bare chest revealed a distinct lack of any sort of physical prowess. While I started putting on my clothes, the skunk looked at me with approval.

“Good kitty. You look better this way.” He said as I finished putting on every piece of clothing. I now donned the same outfit as him, only not as well-toned, and not as a skunk. I’m still the same panther I was before. Still, the clothes felt different than usual. They felt like they were hugging me tightly, unwilling to let go, yet the embrace still felt pleasant. I looked over at the skunk who approached me and put one of his hands on my shoulder.

“You like this, don’t you. You love wearing a sexy outfit like this.” He whispered in my ear. I was both surprised and scared of his sudden seduction.

The stench inside of the plane worsened again, and I started getting lightheaded as a result. With the clothes I was wearing starting to feel too warm for comfort, I passed out after roughly twenty seconds.

“Good…” The skunk quietly uttered.

When I awoke, I was still unharmed, but I found myself tied to a soft white mattress with black leather bands wrapped tightly around my arms and legs. I couldn’t move any of my limbs, save for my slender yet bushy tail swishing around nervously.

“Rise and shine, my slave.” The skunk greeted me with a mocking tone. He stood right before me and took off his shades, placing them on top of his head.

“Why are you doing this to me? I just wanted a cheap vacation!” I replied.

“Simple. Life as a pilot gets lonely. I need someone to keep me company for all times. Someone I can deposit my nastiest stenches on. Consider yourself lucky, since you’ve become my chosen one.”

“You think I want such a thing? With that stench of yours I’d rather jump out of this plane.” I returned, revolted by both his attitude and smell.

“Silly cat. Looks like I need to teach you some manners first. Alright then. Say aah!” He threatened.

I didn’t do it, but he then forced my mouth open. Then, he placed his mouth inside mine, took a deep breath, and…
“BWAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUURP”
He belched loudly for roughly ten seconds. I gagged as soon as his mouth left mine, and was at the verge of throwing up as a result. My lungs were infested with his malodorous eructation and as much as I gagged, huffed and wheezed... It wouldn’t come out.

“I didn’t want to go this far… but I guess I have no choice. You WILL become my new slave.” The skunk opened another cabinet from which he pulled out a thick fleece blanket.

“Oh no, OH NO!” I immediately panicked, I knew exactly what his plan was and flailed about aimlessly.


He reached for some tape in the same cabinet, and placed the blanket over me, and taped all but one of the four sides of the blanket to the mattress I was sitting on, leaving one opening out of which I could still breathe a little.

My worst fear at that moment became a reality. The skunk dropped his pants, and shoved his big, muscular rump inside the only remaining opening between the mattress and the blanket.

Soon followed what I could only call the most abhorrent Dutch oven you could ever think of. Every two seconds a ginormous blast of flatulence shot out of the skunk’s rump, and each made me more teary eyed than the last. After only two blasts, I could only hear the sound of thunder as my nose went numb from the stink, and soon my brain did too. All I felt was strong wind blowing against my body, infecting me with more and more stink.

No wonder why the vacation ad was so cheap. I’d be treated as a living toilet for God knows how long. Worst part is, I paid actual money for this.

After the skunk kept going for a few minutes which felt like hours to me, he stopped and dragged me out from under the blanket’s only opening. He could see I was dazed and practically passed out. I was nothing but a heap of stink now.

“Hehe, now for my favorite part.” He spoke to himself. I couldn’t hear him anymore. I was practically dead.

The skunk put my body between his arm and waist, and dragged me back to my original seat. He tied me to the wide seat, and while I slowly started regaining my consciousness, I was still too numbed to realize the danger I was in. Then, the door from the cockpit opened, and another skunk emerged, only his fur was slightly brighter than the one who assaulted me, an he was wearing other clothing. My vision was still super blurry so I had no idea what he was actually wearing. I could only see him wearing some kinda black jacket, with no shirt underneath.

“Meet my friend Stan.” The skunk spoke.

“I see Mark already left you breathless. Don’t worry, we’ll help you back up.” He chimed in.

There were two seats next to me, and both skunks took either seat, and got extremely close to me.

Both of them whispered in my ear at the same time.

“Brace yourself, kitty.” They both uttered softly and gently.

The two skunks started belching in my ears, both at the exact same time, with an exact single second between each burp lasting three seconds each. Loudly and violently, my eardrums were forced to endure the loud cacophony of eructation emitted by both skunks for quite a few minutes before they grew bored.

“Time for the pit squish.” Mark, the earlier skunk said, to which the other skunk nodded, after which he undressed his upper body, revealing his bare, swole chest.

The pilot skunk grabbed my head and put it right in his armpit, rubbing it all over. It forced my head to absorb all the sweat produced by the skunk as the plane’s interior was humid and hot. It wasn’t normal sweat either. The sweat was visibly thick and dark yellow, like a sort of slime.

Then, he pulled my mouth open again the same way he did when he belched inside of my mouth, and shook his armpit up and down a bit, forcing some of that sweat to land inside my mouth. After the skunk thought my mouth was sufficiently filled with his sweat, he forced me to swallow it. At this moment I was lucky to feel as numb as I did. I wouldn’t even want to begin to describe how horrifyingly terrible that would’ve tasted if my tastebuds still worked.

I then lost consciousness again.

I must’ve been passed out for at least a day, after the brutal torture I endured. Once I found myself slowly awakening, I groaned as I realized I wasn’t in the plane anymore. I was in Udulaya now. I was able to move again, so I jolted up, and eyed my surroundings. I was in a bathroom of a hotel room, in the shower. The door was closed and the shower glass was fogged up.

I heard footsteps approach me, and the fact I was groaning after my awakening gave my status away.

The skunk who violated my body with his various smells opened the shower doors and eyed me with a strangely friendly smile. Instead of wearing his pilot’s attire from before, he now simply wore a complete leather biker outfit from jacket and shirt to pants and boots. He was donning full gear, even as far as wearing gloves, his aviator shades from before, and a cap.

“Good, you’re awake. Let’s start the vacation, shall we?” He asked.

“Yes, Master. Anything for you, Master.” Was all I could utter.

I spent the rest of the day cruising on the back of Mark’s Charley Mavidson motorcycle, a black chopper with flames painted on it, with a cushy black leather seat beneath us.

Every so often Mark would let out a violent fart, after every time I responded with “Thank you, Master.”

- TO BE CONTINUED –

(I’m not sure if I’ll continue with this story. I liked writing this a lot, but any future update on this will depend on how much you want me to make a sequal)