And the Third Brought Fire

"Before I entrust myself to your ability to fly six thousand miles on a thousand mile tank of two hundred year old jet fuel," Nix said, glowering first at Wolf, then at her jet. "I want to examine you."

"Dooo you now," the cocky, wolf eared spirit said, her tail wagging as she reached up to rub her chin and waggle her eyebrows.

Nix turned to look at the Captain of the Hundred and One. "Has she ever been serviced?"

He grunted noncommittally.

"I'm bloody trying to save your yank asses, and you can't be bothered to give me the intelligence I need to make sure I survive?" Nix asked.

"She's British?" Wolf asked, sounding faintly shocked. Nix glowered at her - her accent hadn't shifted

that

far living in the colonies, had it? No, no, she was fairly sure that Wolf just barely noticed accents. Spirits had a hard time judging that kind of human inflection. The Captain sighed, his hands sliding into the pockets rumpled jump pants he wore, his lips pursed.

"We have a few American technicians. Mostly highwaymen," he said.

"Highwaymen!?" Nix spluttered. "This is a...a

jet

airplane, and you've only ever had her serviced by those maniacs that ride up and down the Midwest with bloody flamethrowers strapped to their cars?"

"They're American," the Captain said. "Mostly."

"I'm totally fit to fly," Wolf said, grinning and stepping away from her jet-body. She brushed her hands through her hair, her aviator glasses glinting brightly as the movement caused her leather flight jacket to slip open, showing off the sleek, athletic build of her silver and yellow spirit-body. Nix took her in, slowly, frowning as she slid her eyes along the spirit. She paused, spotting a most unexpected addition between Wolf's legs. She pointed.

"What is that?" she asked.

Wolf glanced down.

She had a penis.

Wolf glanced up, then the most impossibly smug, dare one say,

cocky

expression appeared on her lips. "I'm transonic," she said.

Nix rubbed her palms against her face. She had never

serviced

a transonic capable aircraft spirit before - even the swiftest of all the Empire's fixed wing aircraft never got close to that speed. It was intimidating. Give her a nice, sweet airship. She rubbed her palm against her cheeks, breathing in, then breathing out again. "I think I can get you to Europe," she said, quietly. "But when we get there...if the Mechanical Turks are working for who I think they are, if they have suborned the Empire to the degree that they might have, we won't just be facing an airship. There are royal Spitfires out there. Can you defeat a whole squadron of the best fliers in the world in the best planes in the world?"

Wolf swaggered towards her. She slid her arm around Nix, then planted a finger on her chest. "Two words, baby," she said, letting her head tilt forward - her aviator glasses sliding forward so they almost fell off her button nose. Her eyes glittered like gun cameras, fixed on a kill. "Boom. Zoom."

"...what the bloody hell does that mean?" Nix whispered.

"Baby! I'm not just faster than them! I'm

two times

faster than them!" She laughed. "Sure, they'll turn better than me, but who giiiiiiiives a shiiiit!" She pointed back at her fuselage. "Those are six! Count em! Six fifty caliber M3 Browning Machine Guns, loaded to the gills with AP, API, tracers!" She slapped her palm against Nix's belly. "We're fighting assholes in World War 2 spitfires, it's not even fucking fair, I have

radar

." She beamed.

"Famous last words," Nix said.

"Nah, I've got way more words I can say, baby!" Wolf said. "Come on! Lets get in and fuck shit up! Come on! Come on!"

Nix allowed herself to be chivied towards the plane.

***

"Are you sure you want me here?" Nix asked, squirming as she sat atop Timber Wolf's lap. The spirit leaned back in her cockpit chair, the two of them squished together by the close confines of the interior of the jet. Nix's head was almost touching the canopy. A silvery hand traced a shivering contact along her thigh, while the low whirring sound of the jet engine warming up filled the cabin. Wolf's voice purred soft in her ear.

"Nah, you're all good, baby," she said.

"My name is Nix," Nix said, her voice growing a bit frosty - but by now...she had fairly firmly pegged

Timber Wolf

. The spirit was easily the most arrogant spirit she had ever met. So all Nix had to do now was play hard to get, and she'd fly halfway around the world to impress her. Unlike many a-time spent servicing, Nix here would need to

avoid

letting Wolf climax. She wanted to edge her. Draw her out. Push her. Almost punish her. She was already selecting gambits as Wolf laughed.

"Nix? Cute name. Cute name for a cute little limey broad," Wolf said, her breath warm against Nix's neck as she leaned around, kissing her throat. Nix bit her lip, slightly, to make sure she didn't moan. She kept her hips resolutely still as, around the jet, men hurried to drag the

Timber Wolf

towards the exit out of their cave-side hanger. A massive doorway began to swing smoothly open - mechanics or no, they had managed to keep their gears and joints oiled and hooked up to the various cranks and levers required to shift metal. Twinkling stars glittered overhead, and a moon rose high above the horizon. Nix, remembering those stars, pursed her lips.

The radio on the dashboard crackled.

"

Timber Wolf-1,

this is Constitutional Actual, are you ready to launch."

"Ready!" Wolf was almost buzzing underneath Nix.

"Good luck, spirits speed you on your way."

"Eeeeee!" Wolf whispered. "Okay. Put your hand there, on my throttle, baby."

"Wait,

I'm

going to fly this thing?" Nix asked. "You're the spirit, can't you do it?"

"I can totally fly myself. I just wanna get a cute girl's hands all over me," Wolf said, grinning impishly over Nix's shoulder. Nix smirked slightly. She reached out - her eyes flicking over the console. Fortunately, some studious American had gone through and actually applied stenciled letters to the dash. She saw there were a lot of dials and knobs, but the one she was interested in was the starter switch. She put her finger on it, grinning ever so slightly.

"So, you want me to flick this on?" she asked, flicking the engine off.

The jet turbine whirred down and the plane settled slightly.

"What, no! That's off!" Wolf said, her ears twitching up.

"Oh, sorry, let me just..." Nix wiggled the starter switch - not quite flipping it over and up to the on position. Wolf tried to reach around her to get her hands on her own console, but Nix pinned the spirit's arm to the wall with an 'accidental' shift of her elbow. "Almost got it!" She said, cheerfully.

"Come onnnn!" Wolf whined.

Finally, Nix flipped the starter switch to the active position. The jet started to whine up again. The radio crackled.

"Uh, everything 10-4 in there,

Timber Wolf-1."

"We're just fine in here," Nix said, picking up the radio before Wolf could grab for it. As she leaned forward to speak into it, she rolled her hips, grinding her ass against Wolf's crotch. The transonic spirit squirmed and let out a whine almost as piteous as her engine. "Just revving her engine." She ground her hips again.

"Just...just push my throttle up!" Wolf said.

"This?" Nix asked, putting her hand on what was clearly labeled the radar on-switch. She twiddled it and rolled her hips a third time. Wolf let out a noise a bit like a bubbling teapot.

"That's...no, there! That! There! Push it up! Come on, I wanna fly!" she said, while Nix slowly put her hand on the throttle.

"Ohh, it's soooo

heavy

though," Nix purred. "If I push this up, are you gonna fly really far and fast?" Wolf, looking as if she was about to explode in every sense of the word, gasped and tried to reach around Nix. Nix mercilessly leaned back, so that she squished the spirit into her own crash chair. She rolled her head back, so that Wolf's nose and eyes were covered by her brown hair. "What does a good spirit say?" she purred.

"Push the fucking throttle up, come on!" Wolf whined.

"I want a good spirit who does what her technician says," Nix crooned.

"You don't play

fair

," Wolf whispered. She nuzzled into Nix's hair, despite herself.

"I play to win," Nix whispered. "Now. Come on. It starts with a Puh...puhhh..."

"Puh...puhpffcuk you!" Wolf growled. Her hands reached around, fumbling at her own controls. Nix reached up, grabbed onto Wolf's wrists, then shoved them up, so her silvery palms were pressed against the glass canopy. Wolf growled and bit Nix's shoulder - fortunately, Nix's shirt was relatively thick. Nix grinned wickedly.

"Puhhhhhh!" She prompted. Wolf wiggled her jaw, like she was worrying into Nix's shoulder. Then...she released.

Quietly, she mumbled something into Nix's neck. Since there was a jet turbine whirring up outside the cockpit - despite the dampening effects of Wolf's presence on sound - Nix honestly didn't hear her, even if she could feel the shape of of the words on Wolf's lips. Her own smile grew more predatory.

"Louder," she whispered.

"P...Please!" Wolf whimpered. "Please push up my throttle."

"Will you fly far?" Nix whispered.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Wolf nodded, desperately.

"Will you fly fast?" Nix crooned.

"Yeahhhh!" Wolf moaned into her next. "Let me fly, please!" Her cock was throbbing against Nix's buttocks - a warm exclamation point that Nix could feel through her leggings.

"Good girl," Nix said.

She shoved the throttle forward with a lurch and the

Timber Wolf

screamed forward on a blast of superheated air. The wings rattled, the plane lurched, and Wolf reached around to take hold of the joystick between Nix's legs. She pulled back and the plane shot up, up, up into the air - twisting and leaving the island that the New Continental Congress had claimed behind, dwindling rapidly to a circle, then a dot, then nothing at all as they streaked over the seas.

Nix grinned. She kept rolling her hips.

"Good girls get to cum when we see France," she purred.

"Mewwww!" Wolf whined. "Nix!"

Nix's grin was wicked. "Sir."

Wolf blushed, hard. "Y-You're not an officer," she whispered.

Nix pressed her hips down. Her voice was a husky croon as she

ground

against Wolf's girldick.

"

Sir

."

***

Nix took her time.

She measured her movements, her soft words, her unbuttoning by the dipping indicator on the fuel gauge and the clock and the slow, gentle wheeling of the stars. This is why, by the time the coastline of Europe began to glitter on the horizon with city lights and the winking flicker of airship traffic, she had only gotten her top down to her belly button and had driven

Timber Wolf

to a nearly feral state of near panic. Her hands were pinned down to her sides by Nix's knees, spread and baring her own sopping wet cunt to the cockpit, and Wolf's only words were a barely coherent whining, whimpering growl.

"Are you a good girl?" Nix whispered.

"Yuh yuh yuh!" Wolf whimpered. Her ears pinned back against her head and she panted. "Mm, uh, sir, sir, I can...I can feel..."

"Hmm, yes?" Nix asked, her belly warm with confidence. Her head was almost spinning and she was pretty sure it wasn't the altitude - for one thing, Wolf's spirit magic kept the cabin remarkably comfortable.

"Airships in the way," Wolf breathed. "Radio. Incoming."

The radio crackled. A French accented voice speaking German came over the line. Nix hadn't learned much German, but she could follow the gist of it - they were asking for her identification. She wondered how they had spotted her. Did the Reich have their own radar stations, like the British Empire, tucked away in secret corners and kept away from prying eyes? Or was it just that it was hard to miss a jet screaming along through the sky - maybe a spirit with a telescope. Either way, Wolf panted softly.

"They're getting in our way sir," she whispered. "Permission to fuck em up?"

"No. Be a good girl and avoid them for me."

"Mmmokay!" Wolf nuzzled against her neck.

The airships that tried to maneuver between them were not as advanced looking as a British airship might be - even from a distance, Nix could see none of the extravagant electrical energy that would come from atomic steam engines, and the commensurately larger and more vulnerable gas bags required to keep their airframes aloft. Despite that, they still had the means to worry away at fixed wing aircraft: Flashes and blooming clouds of dark black smoke began to bloom in the sky - a wall of flak. Nix tensed, then gasped as Wolf bucked her hips, grinding her cock against the cleft of her ass.

The movement translated into her jet-body arcing upwards and shooting towards the heavens. Nix's vision started to go gray around the edges, then snapped to normal as Wolf leveled out, twisted her hips...and by some miracle of timing and posture, got her cock against Nix's pussy. With only a thin layer of sopping wet fabric between girlcock and eager, eager cunt, Nix almost moaned aloud. Instead, she watched the sky - clear of flak, as they were now quite a bit higher than the German airships could even fly. So, softly, she whispered. "Good girl. You may now rip off my pants."

Wolf made a noise somewhere between a squeak and a bark. Her hand reached down and she took hold of Nix's leathers, tugging, shoving, pushing. Nix felt the cool air of the cockpit caressing her - then the blazing hot, sleek cock of the Saber thrust up into her, impaling her to the hilt. Nix had been taken by a man once or twice in her life, in her

early

life, when she had been quite sure that something had been wrong about her and needed to be fixed with drink and courage and throwing herself at the least worst choices in her social life. Even in her attempt to be a lady, she had been somewhat...improper.

This was not like that. The softness of Wolf's breasts against her back, the feminine moan against her neck, her hands cupping and squeezing Nix's breasts, tugging her nipples with just the right pressure, the way she whispered 'oh

sir

' was all so right. Nix moaned and pushed her hips back down against the cock filling her - and swore that the accelerometer on the dashboard was ticking up even faster than the already preposterous 1,000 kilometers an hour.

"Good girl," Nix panted. "Good, ah! Good girl!"

"Sir, sir, oh sir!" Wolf moaned, bucking her hips faster and faster as France peeled by beneath them under a rumble of thunder. The soft

slap

of Nix's thighs and Wolf's thighs meeting filled the cabin as Nix put her hands on the cockpits top, gasping and moaning as she bounced faster and faster - then grunted as the jet slammed her back into Wolf, pushing on another burst of speed that made the entire airframe tremble. At the same moment, blazing heat filled her as Wolf let out a mewling whine. She bucked her hips, churning her cum into Nix. Nix felt herself almost catch...but not quite. She had been so focused on edging the poor girl that, while she had gotten wet and excited, she herself wasn't kindled. And while Wolf knew her way around a woman's body better than even the gentlest of the men Nix had touched in her youth, she hadn't been as attentive as she should have been.

In short, Nix felt herself rather frustrated as she panted softly. She squirmed and tried to get the last bit of climax - but...no.

Then she felt Wolf's cock growing hard again inside of her. Wolf panted, softly, then purred. "I'm still a

girl

, you know." Her voice had that cocky arrogance that Nix had teased out of her. "We can cum more than once before going to bed."

Nix chuckled. "You know, most spirits have a hard time understanding that kind of

human

issue."

Wolf laughed raggedly. "I'm a bit more special. Uh. Sir."

So was Enterprise

, Nix thought. She licked her lips.

They were almost there.

The city lights that had flowered in France and bloomed in Germany dropped off precipitously as they traveled eastward. At the same time, the sun started to glimmer out of the east, painting the lands under the Reich in deceptively gorgeous golds and reds. Nix moaned as Wolf reached down - her silvery finger finding Nix's clit almost immediately. She started to tease her, whispering. "Sir, permission to engage them?"

Ahead, Nix could see contrails and a city - shabby, reduced, but unmistakably once a capital of a proud nation, even centuries later. She could see the

Indefatigable -

as well as two other British airships. Both of them were royal carriers, making her utterly sure in that moment just who it was controlled the Mechanical Turks, even if she knew not why.

Nix grinned, slowly. Feral.

"Permission..." She moaned as Wolf started to slowly buck her hips into her, churning her cum in deeper. "Granted."

The F-86 Saber dropped like a stooping hawk towards the contrails. One of them swelled, then bloomed and, in a flashing instant, became the deadly, fixed wing aircraft. Nix could see in that flash the cockpit, the pilot, the spirit cuddling against them, and then the entire front of the

Timber Wolf's

fuselage seemed to explode with roaring flames. Only one tracer per every five bullets seemed like it should have made a thin showing - but instead, they were a nearly solid line of light that Wolf eagerly played along the wing of the Spitfire. The other plane seemed to be almost standing still, and as Wolf moaned into Nix's ear and thrust her hips up to bury her cock deeper, the Spitfire's wing came free in an explosion of shredded metal. The plane started to tumble from the sky as Wolf groaned.

"Boom!"

She pulled up - but not out - and shot away from the engagement. Within a few seconds, the contrails were far behind them.

"Zoom!" She panted, rubbing Nix's clit with her free hand, her other hand still gripping her joystick. "See, Sir, that's what I mean, am I good girl?"

"Yeah, yeah, good girl, good girl!" Nix panted, nodding. "Good girl."

"Mmmmm!" Wolf twisted and yanked - on the joystick - and the entire plane seemed to flip, twirl, and come back around at the Spitfire formation, which had spread out wildly. Nix saw a pair of parachutes blooming in the air, the Spitfire's pilot and his spirit both twinkling towards the ground. She had heard that these fixed wing planes had very protective spirits - part of their magic was keeping their pilots alive. She felt a little better about things.

Wolf spun up, twirled, then dropped again - and once more, she screamed towards a pair of Spitfires. The two enemy planes were turning hard, and it was clear to Nix that they had the more maneuverable plane, considering how much sky Wolf had eaten up to turn the same amount of space. But with Wolf's cock throbbing inside of her and her hips driving up into her, Nix watched as the machine guns spat fire. The tail of one of the Spitfires exploded apart and the spirit tumbled from the plane, clinging to her pilot. Their chute flared.

Wolf panted raggedly. "Yeah! Yeah!" She grinned, feral, fierce. Her nuzzle against Nix's neck made Nix moan aloud - while they came around and swooped down on a third Spitfire. Then a fourth. And then the

Indefatigable

started to fire into the air. Flak bloomed and Wolf soared away from them with ease, leaving the blooms vanishing behind them. Nix, her eyes half closed, murmured.

"Do you see Midway down there?"

"Nah, I can't pick her up on my radar," Wolf said.

Near Warsaw

, she thought. That was what the helpful, bubbleheaded automaton had said. Near Warsaw.

"Leave the

Indi

behind, lets...start searching." Nix licked her lips.

Wolf was softening in her. The fuel indicator was lowering, but by bit. Nix gulped ever so slightly as the jet airplane screamed away from Warsaw, away from the airship. They soared for only a few moments when Wolf jerked upright. "Sir! I found her!"