Work In Progress...

Keep in mind that this would likely have a Rating if it were a movie so be advised. If you are two young to read something like this, please either ask me to edit it into a Rated verson or just don't read it. If you are aloud to read the latest Harry Potter book then this is actually no big deal. It just deals with issues that usually only adults would find interesting. (uccckkkyyy kissing!!)




Crimson Wing




<25852, 10:09 EST> Work In Progress, Ryoga & Peter



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Earth, year 33 AnP: The world is still coming to grips with the
Mu-island incident. More than three decades ago a strange meteorite
crashed in the Pacific. Later it was discovered to be an artifact of
unknown origin. To this day little is known about it and what is known
if mainly unverified hearsay. Every newscast papers and radio station
has been tight lipped about it. Many people say that IR or Interactive
Radio was a direct result of it's discovery...

-U.S. Herald March 26, 33AnP



Richard sat and contemplated how fortunate he was to be chosen
for this project. He had worked with the RAF (Royal Air Force) for
only five years yet had proven himself enough to be chosen for a
special assignment. The RAF has had many exchange programs but Rich
had never heard of one like this.

The UN SAF (United Nations Special Air Force) had been formed
just fifteen years ago yet operated as smoothly as any time honored
order. Richard was impressed with the forward thinking aircraft from
the first day. Every day it seemed like they had improved upon a
design or had a new one. It seemed as close to a perfect station as
was humanly possible.

"This is great. The sky is so pretty here. Not a drop of rain
or cloud in the sky." He remarked to himself over a hot cup of
coffee. Normally he would have tea but this 'Yank drink was pretty
nice. In keeping with British tradition he did have some toast done on
one side as well as some butter and jam handy.


<1A fin>

Ok, so there you have it. I have to go to bed now (I think) but I
will try to check my e-mail tomorrow. Let me know what you think of
it. If you can try to put a "->" to begin your part of the story and a
"<-" at the end of it so I can better keep track of what is in the
story (I.S.) and outside of the story (O.S.). I hope you like it.



Best Regards,


227良牙






Max came in and gave the pilot a swat on the a** as he waked by. "So, did
you make me some too? ...Or do I get to get my own coffee?"

He began to look for something to wrap his breakfast up in. "Your god damn
up early? I expected you to show up late and in some girl's panties! Damn...
If you snaked that piece of a** I was trying to go home with as well as that
waitress you were chatting up!

Not to mention the bouncer had his eye on that a**
of yours. So... Did you go home with one of the two girls then pop back here
or have it on with them both in the back room you horney dog." The fox smiled.
...Making us young pilots look bad in the bar and in the air, you'll get a name
for yourself if you keep it up!"

"So... What are we flying today? I'd not be superised if those lab boys
bring out a darn tank next and tell us it can fly! Some queer tin cans we've been
asked to test! ...You ever fly anything like this in your other postings?"

"A couple of the craft they had me fly before you came to the bace were
spooky! ...Almost expected to find a dead 'lil green alien under the seat! I mean one
you had to fly naked and wear a breathing system close one's insides it filled
up with some sort of goo... Sad.

It was protective jell or something to coushin the pilot if it crashed.
Ya right! Throughout the whole excersise sim my darn copilot was hard a s a rock. I
sware, we nearly crashed it five times. He was more focused on me than the workings of
the controls.

You'd swear he'd never seen a fox in the buff! Mad..." His words were cut
off as an aircraft streaked through the skies over the building they were in. ...after
that let me tell you! He said it was the good vibrations making him hard. Didn't explain
why he kept looking at me from time to time...

So, what's next you ********? A flying cube? A Frisbee?" He looked at
the pilot’s breakfast. He thought about getting his own.

"Maybe it'll look like a pot of coffee and you work the controls with your
a** and bite something to make it go up." ,he joked. I'd like to know where the egg-heads
get these new ships!

Just then another aircraft screamed then made a deep bass sound as it went
super-sonic.

"...just 'till I came here never tasted so many types of anything like
this. Most guys don't like it and ship out. We have not had a crash or wrecked in a year so I
feel safer even if the planes are weird.










Richard listens politely nodding his head in the right places as he
Contemplated what this new day would bring. Every time a plane flew over-
head he remembered what got him into the RAF and here to begin with. He
had always dreamed of flying since his earliest memories. Now he was able
to live those dreams.

In the air he was free. Normally he flew alone, even when he was with the
RAF. Fast, experimental aircraft were always his favorite. "..some people
dream big but I also live big..." He muttered under his breath to no one in
particular as his friend rambled on about things that meant little to him...

...Girls, men, the games that people play. It had never interested him
much. Although not introverted he was always to much himself to have much contact
with people. Most of the time he was just going through the motions of life,
dreaming of things yet to come.

Just then he half heard something about a flying tank and how some
people didn't much care for this assignment. He snapped back into his
surroundings just long enough to prevent his friend from knocking over his still
boiling hot coffee.

"Ya know it is interesting you mentioned flying tanks. I heard from
someone that there are indeed what are begin called "hover tanks". They are scheduled
to go through the test phase today. We may indeed be flying them soon.

I hear the controls are a little odd as I think you mentioned. That is why
They have people like us I guess. People who are creative, intuitive and can figure
out strange and unusual things quickly. ...and are crazy enough to try...."






Max smiled and snapped a finger in front of the other pilot’s face, waving t back and froth. “You ok to fly? I know what I’m saying is not ranting but I figure bad conversation is better than me asking you outright ‘how hung over are you?’”

He smiled, “I let the fly-boys think I am putting back the booze! I nursed one beer the whole night and I have this deal with the bartender. After having one beer he replaced all of the rest of my drinks with either pop or soda. That and water keeps the other pilots from knowing that I avoid booze.”

“Look, don’t go ‘tell-in the other guys. I’m only telling you because it’s our a** out there. In that flying can, I’m only as rebellious as the guy I’m put in there with. I’m fully aware that you barely heard a word I said!!”

“You still hung over or just ignoring me? You did pass the hot coffee test.” He half joked, “Although I was only aiming to nearly hit you with some of it if you didn’t see it. I don’t want to burn you!”

He sat facing the other pilot and added, “If you had a nice pair of tits I just might hit on you!! Luckily for you, you don’t get it too much. That nice guy a**…” He joked as he looked at him square in the face. “I mean THIS! You ok to fly? Look, if you’re not in it, I can cover it for you.”

He smiled, “I have seen your stat’s and figured that you’re the safest fly-boy. I can partnered up with her.”
He added, “…and I’ve not had any one to grab my a**. Even if we were both naked and in a stuffy aircraft.”

He joked, “…Had to fly a few of these damn things in the buff. That and filled with this goo. Some sort of shielding fluid and you were wearing a big mask. …And go in naked so I have the impression you were ******** the controls and not my rear.”

He smiled, “I don’t care if a guy’s bi, straight or gay. Hitting on me off the base is fine. BUT other than that,” He pointed at the sky, “I need my partner not thinking about this.”

He immediately pointed to his d**k. “I’ve had a few people crash their craft, not paying attention, thinking about tail or hung over. I don’t want to see you plastered around the control panel and dead. Any more than you want to see my own insides!”

He gave the pilot’s head a rub. “We’ll most likely be working together a while. …if I like how you work. So don’t be to ‘deff to listen up. The fly-boy mile high club is for rookies and the bar! It’s up to you and me. We both know how dangerous this s**t is! I am making an attempt to get to know you is what I’m trying to say.”

He added, “and don’t be afraid to tell me that I’m your type. I just might be all too ready to hook you up. Some guys, I find perform better if they’re getting laid afterwards! …And don’t be so scared. I’m all of a sudden being so open. You see anyone around? People expect guys like me to be cocky fly-boys! If I aced like this around the crowd and crazy people asked the wrong questions!”

“I’ve had my a** re-calibrated before, so I started behaving like the assholes and people back off! All kidding and a**-patting aside. I’m just trying to access if you’re ok too. Clime in that tine can!! I never lost a pilot yet. I’m looking forward to working with you. So don’t be afraid to overlook the bullshit I say half the time and get to know me, ok?”


He added, “Just ask a guy or two. I whoever I flew with is still here. That and they are not afraid to talk about me if I am working steady with you. Most guys though don’t stay here long, like I have. So what else you hear about this new unreal craft? Anything… like a rough idea of what I’m getting into. Sorry if the whole two-shot bullshit got off on the wrong foot! I am hoping that way, you were ignoring me and not because you just think I’m an a*****e.”

He smiled, “I am not to afraid to admit that I’m a little nervous ever time I get into one of those new things! “I’m sure you’ve seen how bad it can go! Worst case is all ways on a part of my mind. I try not to fox it on though and am ok on the assimilation it’s self.”

He smiled, “I hope to God I’m not kind of tramping on your feet and your way of getting ready to g-up is this Zen quiet thing.” He added, “…and I’m hoping your not going to slow me down for trying to travel with you. I don’t want to loose any more teeth if I can help it! …Already reproduced 7 or 8 and you look like you’d get a mean right hook.”




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What type of furr is he? You never told me. wink He is a furr, right? wink I hope I’m not half hitting on a male human. The fox is a closet bi. wink He’s very quite about it! He’s trying to feel the other guy out to see who he’s going to be working with. They, I feel, worked together better before but he doesn’t have a feel for the other guy.
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But here it is, anyway. wink First, however, I have a rant to get off of my chest,

I don't watch Tellevision because people are far too easily influenced by it and as you know people are often crule. Why do you think humans are like this?

Although I retian faith in some God, not the Christian one but the God of Plato, Socrates and Aristotle. An idealistic creator God that is unlike the god of war, YWEV. It is a little known historical bit of information but the Judeo/Christian/Muslum god was at one time one of many. He was singled out from all of the other old Semetic Gods and Goddesses because of a hermaphradic Egyptian Pharoh. That is where the Judians got the idea, durring thier stay in ancient Egypt. Historical evidence even shows and supports that they were more like poorly paied contract workers than literal slaves.

Although I don't put much stock in astrology or astronomy determinng history necisarily, many people do. It is ironic, I think, that many so called Christians dislike anyone who is into astrology and or is "Pagan" when it was astrologers who prediced the place and date of their own messiah's birth. Why does every religion have it's own large share of extremists who do thier best to opress, harass and even torcher those who are unlike or even most like them? I don't get it.

But anyway...

I see my character as a Wolf with a bit of Dragon blood in him or at least someone with the sprit of a Dragon. The year I was born would make me a "Fire Dragon" on the Eastern calander. On the Western Calander I would technically be a Sagitarious but if you blend that with modern astronomical data, I would be an Ophicus.


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Crimsion Wing



The entiere time Richard just wagged his tail idally staring into his drink. His thoughts bent fully on his childhood, his early adulthood and all of his reasons for joing the RAF.

Rich was barely aware of what his new friend and wingman was telling him. He knew that Max was only trying to lighten his mood. The pain from the memories replaying his his mind were very obvious on his face.

As Max talked Richard only nodded every now and again to show that he was actually paying attention. It was just that Earthly things were not on his mind. Instead it was his desire to be above it all. Above all things Richard wanted to see outer space, to some day leave this world behind with all it's troubles and never look back.

The pain inside nagged at his guts and it was all he could do to take small sips of his drink and say "uh hu" and "ok" at what seemed to be the aproprate times. The young wolf felt old, unloved and unwanted in this world.

Many times had he demonstarated his worth to both the RAF, his world and himself. It often seemed that it was never good enough. That is not to say that there was anyone who was better at anything he decided to do but that it was all totally unappreciated. At times like this he would break down and fall into a depression from what he had been forced to witness time and time again. That is why he did not watch the 'net Radio Stations or make any move to a compter termal at times like this. All he could force himself to do is live and do whatever job he could as best as he was able.

No one appreciated him. No one except this one lonly fox who was comming on to him despite the fact it was rather obvious that he was into women. It was ok though because Richard was actualy flattered by Max's advances, even if he could not recripricate them. Sometimes he even wishes he were different in a way that was easily recognized. He was far more conventional than people gave him credit for, however always seemed to be thrown in with whatever croud or group was being harassed or downtrodden at the time.

"Why do I always have to take the abuse? Especially when it is underserved... What have I ever done to deserve this?" ,Richard thought as he dipped a claw into his cup to stir the fizzy Cola.

The answer, however came quicly to his mind. He had been raised to always put others ahead of himself and to actually have sympathy for those unlike himself, despite the fact that those who raised him to be this way were not like that themselves. How was he different? He was almost instantly good at anything he did. That and he refused to become an abuser like the others. It was because he was more better; both more skilled, more intellegent and more wise, with the kinds of virtues and morals that everyone gave lip service to, that he was so tested.

Often times Rich would wonder about charcters like Job and King Harold II of England, Ophicus and others who were martered for a cause. Why must they be marterd before they were appreciated? Why couldn't people like DiVinci and Newton and Tesla be honored and valued in thier own times? How come they had to die to be missed?

That and many other retorical questions ran through his mind as he gazed into his drink for some answers, some inspiration, some way of escaping this horrible, crule, petty world.

Just then he decided to just give in to Max's advances, even if he was a Wolf and not a Fox, even if he wasn't even slightly bi-sexual.

Richard turned to his new wingman and threw his arms around him and planted a kiss on his lips. It was nothing too elaborate, just a short, closed-mouthed kiss to show his new partner that he was wanted. "It is good to be wanted." ,Rich thought to himself while waiting to see what the young and energetic fox would do.



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Please continue the story after this, under the section entitled "Part 3B Peter" in "<..>". Thanks again for being there for me my friend. I may not be like you but I honestly care.