Follow-up to:

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In chronological order:
Part One:

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The Crash of WereAir Flight 269: Piggy by Transviscera

Part Two:

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Were Island: TJ [Man to Fox Girl TG] by Transviscera

Part Three:

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[DARK] The Vanishing of WereAir 269 [Animal TG] by Transviscera

Part Four:

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Were Island: The Crash [Man to Catgirl] by Transviscera

Part Five:

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Were Island: The Crash Of WereAir Flight 269 by Transviscera

Part Six:
[Darkish] Were Island: George [TG Breast Growth]
Part Seven:
[Darkish] Were Island: Adam [TG Breast Growth]
Part Eight:
Were Island: Adam [2/2] [Man to Dog Girl]

Now this was flying in style. Even if the upgrade had cleared out the last of his Korean won, it had been a bargain. TJ stretched out his long vulpine legs and only just barely reached the seat in front. People raved about the leg room in First Class, but the tailroom was really where it was at. A recess in the rear of the seat offered the perfect place for him to tuck all nine of his tails. With a wiggle against the plump cushions with his plumper ass, he lay back to browse the cinema-screen sized television embedded in the seat.
A different kind of show was happening up ahead. A golden-furred catgirl was leading the pilot out of the flight deck. She was stunning, blessed with tits bigger than his head, let alone her own, and she led him along with her hand wrapped around the jutting pole in his pants. TJ watched them step into the bathroom. They'd not even fully closed the door before the man was tugging down his pants to wedge his cock in the half-animal woman's mouth.
The fuck...? Was nobody else seeing this? The other First Class passengers, most of whom were Shiba Inus in expensive-looking business suits, continued to chat among themselves in Japanese, utterly unfazed. "Uh, stewardess? Isn't that the guy meant to be flying the plane?"
The stewardess smiled serenely from on high. "Don't worry. The pilots have it handled, madam," she said. "If you'd like to pay them a visit too, I'd be happy to put in a word for you?"
And find out why they call it the cockpit? "Err. Nah, I'm good."
Two twin foxes skipped up to the pilot's door, hand-in-hand. They posed coyly, one sister caressing the other while she knocked. The door opened. The pilot's eyes lit up as he stared lustily down at them, as they kissed and cavorted for his appreciation.