Ansi Camassi had tan fur, and two black paws- one hand, and one foot. The fur was almost but not quite the same shade as his pilot’s uniform, and sometimes he wished it either matched, or contrasted in some fetching way, so it’d help him out a little. Learning to fly Nerre airships had taken such concerted effort that Ansi had had no time for social niceties, or keeping up with the ways to express protocol flirtatiously, so he was well out of fashion.

It was a serious problem. A lady would be out feeling frisky, and she’d be taking opportunities to be covered-by-scent (nude or partly nude in the understanding that she sought lovemaking) and would pose at him, let him peek at the glisten of her pout, and would purr ‘vririte’ in the latest intonation, and he’d gulp and venture a ‘prierre’ but he’d get the intonation wrong and seem like a yokel, and she’d laugh and zip off. Some guy who spent more time exercising and hanging around in clubs rather than studying stall angles of aerobody vehicles would move in, and he’d have to wait for the guy’s ploy to fail in order to even attempt another pass, and he’d see her later behind some bush in the park with the guy balls-deep in her, because the other guys’ ploys never seemed to fail.

He did make more money than any of them, though, because he was an expert- and that had led to this job, because real skill was required, and not just skill with his hips (though he forlornly told himself he’d be just as good at that, if only he got the chance). Nerre airships were huge, fat deltas like big helium-filled wings, capable of carrying huge cargo loads, but this situation was a bit unusual. The cargo was valuable but not heavy- it was a museum’s prize paintings, being moved to Monnery to form a branch of the museum, and it was deemed cheapest and safest to fly the paintings there over the mountains. With a normal cargo load, the airbody couldn’t possibly make it- but with this light but precious load, it could.

Provided the piloting was skilled enough to avoid the mountains, downdrafts, known and unknown air currents through those mountains- and so, heading into the first mountain pass was Ansi Camassi, skilled pilot, eyeing the first crevasse and firing a delayed-action indicator balloon into it. The missile arced out into the area in question, only to inflate and be swept further into the valley by an air current. Ansi would expect to pick up a lot of speed, and would have to be oriented correctly, for the tailwind would render his controls useless until he regained forward airspeed relative to the wind.

His tailtip flicked edgily as he wrestled the controls around. Ansi didn’t look burly, but he faithfully worked out with dumb-bells every night he was home, because you had to be strong. The controls were physically linked by carbon-fiber-reinforced cables to the control surfaces of the airbody, and those were carefully designed to be aerodynamically balanced, because they were huge, many times the size of the piloting Nerre, so in theory you could hold any angle of attack, any control position, without exertion.

It was a nice theory right up to the moment a gust of wind caught one of the control surfaces and wrenched it out of your grip, throwing the airbody out of balance and into a stall or nosedive- and that was when you needed the physical strength. So Ansi worked out, always with very few repetitions of very heavy weight, building only the ‘quick-twitch’ muscle fibers that Nerre already predominantly had, the ones that would soon tire but allowed sudden, impossibly strong panic corrections to the controls. He was strapped into his seat, a narrow padded L shape that allowed for the most freedom of motion to his arms and legs, two tall levers before him to operate elevons and pedals actuating twin rudders, two throttles to the sides where he could reach them.

As he headed into the valley, bound for higher ground in the mountains ahead, Ansi firmly shoved forward both levers, to slightly different extents, and the mighty elevons placidly rotated. The vastness of the airbody responded to the change by pitching forward, and then the air current caught him and Ansi surged forward, the controls briefly useless, surfing on a wind that bore the deltoid airship forward and up, and all in slow motion, the strange lassitude of an enormous dirigible.

As he’d expected, the wind was localized, and the airbody flowed out of that air current into a body of stiller air, turning his relative speed from zero to maximum at a stroke. One elevon wrenched at his arm in an eddy current, and the pedals under his feet tried to kick, but Ansi was having none of that- he’d set up the ship perfectly, and the muscles of his arm bulged as, with a contemptuous snarl, he held the controls steady. It was no more than sixty percent of what he could put out- his body wrenched at the straps, but it didn’t matter. Ansi liked to strap himself in extra tightly, even restricting his breathing a little, because he felt that being able to control the elevons more accurately was a help… it seemed plausible, for the airbody soared up in an elegant arc, deftly riding an updraft Ansi knew must be there, and wafting like a helium city block over the ridge that led to further valleys and mountain passes.

The maneuver had saved Ansi ten minutes of tacking back and forth gaining altitude, and he exulted as he held the controls in exactly the position needed for the next arc. This was what he did- this was the essence of what he was, dancing with the air in a titanic hollow helium-filled body, reading the winds and flowing with and against them as the moments dictated, always with the strange, sedate lag for the airbody to react. As they grew larger and larger, their response times would get slower and slower, and many pilots could not adapt to the feel of the greatest airships, but they were not Ansi Camassi. He was the best, in his element, in a nearly sexual communion with his world and his craft, and the only tragic element was this: even if he’d been able to attract lovers, even if he’d had the physical communion of feline bodies he so hungered for, the merging of spirits in carnal ferocity… there would be no total communion between him and anybody in the world, because what he experienced here in the winds could not be shared.

“Hi!”

Ansi very nearly wet himself, and craned his neck around trying to see who’d spoken.

“That was the coolest thing ever! Do it again!”

It was a child- no, a young Nerre girl with a lilting, kittenish voice, perhaps Tentresery or Taistronn bloodline- it depended on whether her points would come in darker when she grew up. She wore a rather daring cute little blue dress, and stood at the entrance to the cabin, her paws behind her back, tail flicking about with some strong emotion.

“How did you get in here?” said Ansi.

“Now that would be telling! You mustn’t ask me that. Or I might not be nice to you. And it would be fun to be nice to you. Kinda… special, in a funny way.” She giggled.

“I shall call the police. You should go home.”

“Oh, don’t do that.” said the kitten winsomely, and stepped forward. Up close, she wasn’t a child anymore, just little- and it seemed like she might not be wearing anything under the dress. Her breasts were quite small, but the nipples disturbed the smoothness of the fabric, and it draped in such a way as to suggest her petite hips wore no other covering. Her eyes were alight with the green glint that told of nervous tension, or the ravages of heat. Her hands came into view, and one hand held a medium-sized knife.

“Uh! Calm down… um, it’s going to be fine, but please put away the knife and we’ll talk this over…”

“Don’t be silly, it’s the most important part! It has all kinds of uses. I’ll show you!”

“Ah! Don’t! I have to fly this ship, I don’t think you could possibly get it through these mountains! It takes an expert, I swear I’m not making that up. Just calm down…”

“I’m perfectly calm. And I’m still going to show you. Hold still.” said the kitten girl. “First, we create the neccesity..”

She insinuated herself between him and the controls, and the next thing Ansi knew, she was rubbing herself sensuously on his knee- and not her belly, or her body, either. The mad stowaway was rubbing her crotch against his leg, mewing, and the knife was glittering next to his eyes. He thought briefly of making a grab for it, and then realized his course had drifted, and wrenched desperately at the levers and pedals to force the ship back into the perfect attitude for the next ridge, and held it there, his eyes wild and frightened.

“Ooooh, you’re lovely and strong.” purred the kitten, her free paw caressing his crotch. “You’re not going to call anybody, though. And I agree that you should keep flying this thing, now that I see you doing it. Why is it so hard to move those?”

“They’re, they’re supposed to be balanced. It’s cheaper to just run cables to, to the controls…”

“Look at you, you’re all shy! I need to show you more directly. Just a moment…” said the kitten, and her attentions turned from his knee to the business end of his lap. Her gaze, her pawing- and that knife.

“Holy crap stop!”

“Hush! Trust me, you won’t care when I get through with you. There!”

She had neatly cut through his pants, with a blade so sharp he couldn’t even feel the re-tailoring… and her paw now cuddled and caressed his furry nuts, and groped inquisitively at his modest sheath.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod… just… let me fly the plane okay? Let me fly this plane…”

“Oooh, you’re a little messy. Oozy. Is there something about flying this plane I don’t know about?”

“What do you want from me?” begged Ansi.

The strange kitten’s ear quirked. “All sorts of things! It’s okay if you can only do them one at a time, though.” Her paw squeezed at him through his sheath. “There must be something about flying this thing, yeah. You had this going before I showed up. Wanna share?”

“…are you suggesting what I think you are? That’s a stupid question, I’m sorry, I um…”

“Whatcha so worried about?”

Ansi gulped.

“Will you promise that… you won’t tell my boss?”

The kitten’s eyes twinkled. “I certainly won’t be doing that!”

Ansi hesitated- and found himself saying “…vririte?” He thought to himself, why am I using the female form?

The question was partly answered by the ferocity with which the little Nerre first climbed onto him, straddling him, and then pressed herself down onto his still-emerging erection, her blue dress draping around them and cloaking his penis and her vagina in darkness.

“Ohmigod!” managed Ansi, craning awkwardly to see around her, for the airbody was nearing another mountain ridge in its stately way. One eye, wide and startled, peered over her shoulder, but Ansi’s gaze switched between staring at the mountain ridge, and staring into space. The kitten’s pussy was not nearly as tight as he’d expected- it yielded like butter, firm and slick around him from the combination of his oozes and her juices, and his body trembled in its tight straps as she pressed further. Her belly, pressed against him, tensed, and he felt her grasping, felt her hips squirm and rock slightly.

“Ooooh…” she crooned. “Good call. And I get to test out something. Mmmm, so excited!”

Ansi tried to twist his body, for he had to bank the airbody and she was still blocking his view. It was fruitless, in a sense, for he couldn’t manage it- he was strapped in so tightly that it was impossible- and in another sense, it just made matters worse, for the strength of his exertion tensed his body, and in so doing, gave a surge to his cock for a moment. The little Nerre moaned lustily at this and nuzzled his chest, then rubbed her small breasts against it. “Doooo that again!”

“I, I, I have to see the mountains…”

“Stupid mountains oooooooh…”

“Very… big mountains…”

“Bigger’n you,” purred the wanton kitten, “let’s work on that!” She began rocking back and forth, raising herself slightly and then pressing down with a lewd writhing of her slim hips that pressed Ansi’s sheath back and thrust his cock deeply into her.

He began to pant. “Where did you learn all this? Who are you?”

She didn’t answer at first, for she was busy swiveling her hips, apparently reveling in the sensation of Ansi’s slight curve twisting within her. She did it very seriously, her body twisting first left and then right and then back again, and when she gave voice it was first with a little gasp that, all by itself, brought Ansi up another half-inch- and then, with a croon of “Curvy!”

“Yeah…” said Ansi. “OH yeah… you can just keep doing that, won’t be long…”

“What?” snapped the little Nerre. “No! You mustn’t come just yet, unless- Tell me if we got there yet.”

“I’m almost there when you do that!”

“No, I mean this big airplane thing! You need to go to a different place, I can tell you where it is.”

“Oh, damn it…” managed Ansi. “We were getting along so well…”

“Silly! We still are. I just need you to do this tiny thing, is that so much?”

“It kind of is…”

Suddenly, the knife blade was inches from his left eye. “It’s important.”

Ansi’s face was a mask of misery.

“Aw, you’re losing the hardon! Come on, play along. I have such interesting ideas with you. Do you think you’re going to get in trouble?”

“Well, yes! Yes I’m going to get in trouble. Can’t you- I don’t know- finish that and we’ll talk this over?”

“First let me show you something.” said the kitten, and one of her legs flicked out behind her- and he felt the right control lever pressing forward, and struggled to hold it back. Her paw had caught it, and he wasn’t entirely sure if he could stop her if she decided to kick. The lever would go forward, one titanic elevon would twist the opposite direction, the airship would violently pitch forward gaining momentum around its axis as it began to plummet to the mountain rock, too much momentum…

“Try to fight me, and we both die!” trilled the kitten happily, and Ansi began to get really frightened. He suddenly realized that he’d never had any real idea what this little Nerre was after, or what she was capable of. His cock was sunk deeply into her, something that would suggest the most intimacy he’d had in many years, but she was totally alien to him. She hadn’t even responded to his protocol word- though it was the wrong one.

Or perhaps in a way the right one, because she was clearly mating him, doing all the approaching and moving, and it was his to submit or decline or defy. If he was female, he would have to choose- the choice would not be made for him, he would have to pick a path and give himself over to it. She would bear the responsibility of carrying him through, even if he lost himself to the sensations. And defiance didn’t seem like it would go over well- and it had been so terribly long, that his soul cried out for this release, on any terms.

Almost any terms. “Promise you won’t make me crash. I will let others settle the outcome of this. Please do not kick the controls again. We will die and the ship will be destroyed. I don’t know where you want to go, but let me get this thing over the mountains. I can tell you exactly when it will be safe- we’ll clear a final ridge at some point and head back down, no matter which direction we’re going in the end.”

The kitten nodded solemnly.

“You must let me concentrate. If you can’t let me come right now and be done with it, please, please wait until we’re safe to glide down again. Please?”

“But,” said the kitten, “that’s just what I wanted you to do.”

“It is?” blinked Ansi.

“Of course it is! So do that. We can have fun while you get ready. Tell me when.”

Ansi gazed at her, his mind a riot of conflicting needs and obligations, and he had just one word- the protocol word for female assent and surrender to lovemaking, the word that had come to be both a question and an answer, the word that said ‘do with me as you will, I trust my body and psyche into your care until we are sated’.

“…erre.”

The mad kitten settled down onto him again, carefully, causing a shiver to run through his body. “All that made you be less excited. I need to work you up again, but how long will you have? I mean, before you get over this final ridge of yours? How far is it?”

“That depends. Because I don’t know where you are headed… you didn’t say, you just said it was a different place. How different?”

“Oh! They said you were going to come down in a valley on the other side, and you have to go to the next valley over, to the east.”

“Who’s ‘they’?” said Ansi.

“It won’t matter.” said the kitten, pressing herself down onto his flagging staff. “You won’t meet them. Is that enough for you to go on?”

Ansi sighed. “I think so. This is awful! You’re going to ruin my career, even if I can say you forced me.”

“It won’t matter.” said the kitten, with conviction.

She wriggled a bit, with a small chirruping trill of pleasure, and got back to work- her tail flicking and then stiffening as she tensed her legs and belly, squeezing firmly at Ansi’s cock and tugging upward off it. With a shudder, she seemed to melt and flowed downward onto him, her silky slickened flesh gliding across his with electrifying effect- and then, her dainty butt clenched, he felt the grasping against him and she was tugging upwards again…

Ansi started to get very hard again, very quickly, and his eyes on the mountains began to get dreamy and unfocused once more.

The kitten moaned, feeling Ansi stiffen within her, and pressed down hard again, her trim hips wriggling to feel his shaft swelling and pressing deeper, and then one eye opened and she glanced very sharply at him. “Stay like this! You need to stay like this until we’re ready.”

“Uhhh! ohhkay.. nnnnkay…”

“How much farther is it? Ahh dammit, look at me finding ways to torture myself… UNHHH stay just like that…”

Ansi gritted his teeth, strapped into his pilot seat. His muscles tensed stiffly as he wrested the elevons away from the grasp of a gust of wind, his cock tensed stiffly as it was wrested in the grasp of Nerre vagina. “What… if I can’t?”

“Noooo!” moaned the kitten. “You stay just like that!” and the next thing Ansi felt… was the tip of the knife under his jaw.

The next thing he felt after that was the kitten’s agitated pussy quivering and clenching on him, for it seemed that threatening his life had brought her to orgasm.

The next thing he felt- was despair, realizing that he was agonizingly hard in her quivering, throbbing pussy, and yet she was ready to kill him if he came too soon, if he came before they cleared the last ridge, and Ansi Camassi began to silently cry.

The kitten shuddered, emitting little squeaks and mews as her body set off cute little fireworks of building orgasm, and Ansi bit the inside of his cheek, hard, just to distract him. She nuzzled his chest drunkenly, yet without removing the knife from his throat. Or jaw? Mouth? The terror of it, and the distraction of wondering just what terminology was used to describe the point of a knife against the soft part of your jaw, was enough to hold him back while she trilled and yowled and her body quivered on him.

Eventually, she quieted down. She took a few deep breaths, shuddering quavery sighs that challenged Ansi anew, and she looked up at him, and saw the tension and fear in his eyes, saw the tears, and she drew another quavery breath, and spoke.

“You didn’t let go- did you?”

The knife pressed more sharply against his throat.

“N.. no! I swear, I didn’t!”

“Good.” The knife’s pressure lessened.

“You… don’t want me to come.”

“Oh no! You will. I bet you will. But you have to wait. It got away from me a little. I appreciate your not losing control…”

“Believe me,” said Ansi, “I am all about control right now…”

“Good. How much farther?”

“We cleared one of the ridges already while you were doing that… you said one valley over, to the east?”

The kitten purred, her hips wriggling absentmindedly. “Yeah… that sounds about right.”

“Well, it’s your idea! You tell me!”

“Don’t get snippy,” she said, and the knife pressed again. “Yeah, it was one east. I’m sure that was it.”

“And I’m supposed to come once we get onto the glide path? Just trying to be clear!” stammered Ansi.

“You should, if I was right.” said the kitten, and didn’t explain further.

They flew for a while in silence, and as that final ridge approached, the kitten’s hips began to slowly, sensuously writhe again, her body moving against him entreatingly.

“I’m scared…” said Ansi.

“Understandable.” purred the kitten dreamily.

“But.. I mean, you’re fucking me… it feels incredible… you’re melting all over me like butter, why am I so scared?”

“Just let it happen.” purred the kitten helpfully. She began twisting her hips again, and Ansi’s terror-heightened senses picked up small, obscenely wet and juicy noises from inside her, where his stiffened cock had reduced her to such a state of quivering readiness that she could as well be stirred as fucked.

The kitten’s body rubbed slowly, sensuously against him, and as the final ridge approached, Ansi felt little twinges and sparks course through her, as if the orgasms she’d had earlier had never entirely died away, and were now stealing their way back into her. Ansi’s eyes were locked on the mountain ridge, because he was far from sure he’d kept enough speed to clear it, and he held obsessively to what he judged was the ideal climb angle, veering to the side in a desperate attempt to avoid clipping the jagged rock.

A quick change of focus from the mountain outside to the hijacker inside showed him that the kitten was nearly cross-eyed with lust. Her eyes were glazed and didn’t focus on anything. She was panting, her petite breasts rising and falling, and her hips had set up a dreamy swaying, stirring his cock within her. In the clarity of his fear, he picked out a tiny drip of drool at the corner of her mouth- and then, her body tensed, and tensed again, and her eyes still didn’t focus, but they stared at infinity with a more and more frenzied look, and her ears began to fold back, as if in slow motion.

“I don’t know if…” said Ansi.

“Shh. It’s time.” hissed the kitten, still entranced upon infinity.

Ansi held the climb angle in obsessive focus, watching the fatal rocks drift closer and closer, with no possible correction he could do. Any shift in angle would be increased drag. They seemed to be clearing it, but all it would take would be one solid collision. The belly would scrape, and this would cut speed and pitch the craft forward. That would scrape harder, in an increasing feedback loop, and the fragile craft would be shredded upon the rocks, its crew stranded upon the mountains if they weren’t crushed as the vast, delicate, surprisingly heavy craft slowly crushed down upon them. He held the climb angle, still as a statue, and stiff as rock inside the trembling, entranced kitten, who panted more and more heavily and then abruptly stopped, her back arched, clenching upon his cock and waiting with him for the moment of truth.

The mountain ridge could no longer be seen. The climb angle held. A small, uninteresting looking readout on the control panel that had been creeping down in fits and starts to less than ten feet- height above ground- held there, and then began to inch back up, at first slowly, and then more quickly.

The climb angle held. Slowly, cautiously, Ansi Camassi allowed the craft to nose over. Slowly, the airbody tipped forward. Slowly, it began to gain speed and stability, as the height-above-ground rapidly increased and the mountains dropped away under them. Ansi’s body, stiff in tension and erection, relaxed the tiniest bit.

The kitten’s tension, her suspension in some erotic almost-peak, did not lessen… but she spoke three words.

“Are we good?”

Ansi nodded, and took in a breath…

…and his mind exploded in white static, as the knife thrust in under his jaw, painlessly sharp, penetrating straight through and scraping against the inside of his skull as the kitten twisted and worked it, destroying his brain in a fierce outburst of manic butchery.

Ansi Camassi barely felt any of this. His body bucked against the straps savagely, his limbs thrashing, and he barely heard the ecstatic, guttural shrieks of the impaled kitten as his cock exploded in spasms and throbs, pumping his come into her in such violent orgasm that it overwhelmed any other sensation, swept it away like a leaf in a tornado, and as a result, Ansi’s awareness flared up into an enormous burst of release accompanied by shrieks of joy and wild spasms against his brutally throbbing erection and then faded just as quickly into warmth and darkness and he never realised he was