{"sf1_id":1478183,"sf2_id":"q1xMOk9e","title":"THE VICIOUS CATWOMEN OF PLANET VENUS!","author":"DeadCerberus","words":2330,"posted_at":"2019-08-15T01:36:49.000Z","tags":["Alien","Feline","Human","No-Yiff","Sci-Fi","Tease","venus"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1478183-the-vicious-catwomen-of-planet-venus","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/q1xMOk9e","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/d3/1e/d31ebbc3-2d44-43a7-8955-454be3faed85","description":"So it's another stupid story, this one based on an image by Jollyjack (One of these [[https://twitter.com/Jolly\\_Jack/stat.....0508558176256]](https://twitter.com/Jolly_Jack/stat.....0508558176256]) and if you can't tell which one....)  \nWas trying to go for a retro sci fi kinda feel. If retro sci fi magazines ever had busty heroines felt up by Catwomen on Venus  \n  \nStops at the tease right now but maybe I'll extend in the future","content":"THE VICIOUS CATWOMEN OF PLANET VENUS!\n\n \n\nGreatBritainBill (aka DeadCerberus)\n\n \n\n \n\nThe dense jungles of Venus dripped with an ever present\n\n \n\nmoisture, even though it hadn’t rained in days. The air was so\n\n \n\nheavy with water that just breathing felt like opening your\n\n \n\nmouth in the public pool and was about as pleasant.\n\n \n\n \n\nFrom the sky and the forest floor came the hoots and screams\n\n \n\nof thousands of unseen animals. Perhaps that one a five-winged\n\n \n\nGullywren, or that one a three tailed Cytherean Howler. And that\n\n \n\none…\n\n \n\n \n\n\\*SHWING!\\*\n\n \n\n \n\nThe sharp ringing of a Durinium Steel machete broke through the\n\n \n\nhoots and hollers of the jungle life. With a few\n\n \n\nlightning fast slices a whole section of the jungle undergrowth\n\n \n\nfell to the ground, almost seeming to start decomposing as soon as it\n\n \n\nwas cut. The bright shine of the blade lead the way through,\n\n \n\nfollowed by the curvaceous form of its wielder.\n\n \n\n \n\nStepping through the hole she had made came the legendary (in\n\n \n\nher own mind at least) Miss Victoria Ingram, fresh off the\n\n \n\nAtomic rocket from Cambridge to Venus.\n\n \n\n \n\n“Excuse me! That’s Dr. Victoria Ingram of Cambridge! Thank you\n\n \n\nvery much.”\n\n \n\n \n\nSorry, Dr. Victoria (your PhD was in philosophy, geez). Fresh\n\n \n\noff the rocket, though the Cytherean humidity was quickly\n\n \n\nworking to change that, and already diving into the dense jungle\n\n \n\nthat surrounded the spaceport.\n\n \n\n \n\nHumanity was less than five years on the second planet, having first\n\n \n\nendeavoured to to traverse Mars, come the invention of the Nuclear Accumulator rocket\n\n \n\nengine. Only after landing on the red planet and entreating with\n\n \n\nthe native Barsoomian’s did mankind's eyes turn to the cloud\n\n \n\nshrouded planet.\n\n \n\n \n\nBut Venus resisted them. Unlike the dusty plains and dry\n\n \n\ncanals of Mars, easily traversed on wheel or with a Barsomian\n\n \n\nflying skiff, the jungle of Venus ate up men and their machines\n\n \n\nalike. All the expected jungle problems were present. The damp\n\n \n\nhumidity rotting clothes off the back and rusting exposed metal.\n\n \n\nThe vacuum tubes of robots becoming waterlogged and destroyed no\n\n \n\nmatter how well sealed. The slow progress of reclaiming\n\n \n\nbuildable land from the tree’s.\n\n \n\n \n\nAnd of course, disease.\n\n \n\n \n\nCytherean Green Fever could take down a healthy man in hours\n\n \n\nand even with modern medicine was fatal around half the time.\n\n \n\n \n\nBut then there were the things that hadn’t been anticipated.\n\n \n\nMan sized plants with an appetite for flesh. Great, scaly, batlike\n\n \n\nthings that had come to be called Aparxians that could\n\n \n\ncarry off an entire cow, and then there was the disquieting fact\n\n \n\nthat men sometimes just wandered off into the forest and vanish\n\n \n\nwithout a trace.\n\n \n\n \n\nNone of that really mattered to Victoria though, or rather she\n\n \n\nhadn’t paid attention to the safety briefing on the flight over.\n\n \n\nHer mind was focused on one thing and one thing only.\n\n \n\n \n\nTreasure.\n\n \n\n \n\nIt had been only a few weeks since the news had leaked out.\n\n \n\nOne of the surveyors on the planet had found something. Not a\n\n \n\nnew plant, or species of insect, which the survey was\n\n \n\npractically tripping over, but an arrowhead. A piece of clearly\n\n \n\nworked technology. This was a massive shock as prior to then,\n\n \n\nthere had been no sign of intelligent life on Venus.\n\n \n\n \n\nEven before Mars had been reached it was widely known that something\n\n \n\nintelligent lived there, as their canals could be seen all the\n\n \n\nway from earth, even if the telepathic emanations they used to\n\n \n\ncommunicate could not be detected like radio waves could. But\n\n \n\nwhile Venus was clearly overflowing with life, nothing like the\n\n \n\nBarsoomians had presented themselves, and the planets thick jungle\n\n \n\nand near constant cloud cover precluded much survey from the\n\n \n\nair.\n\n \n\n \n\nThe arrowhead though, was clear evidence, and soon several more\n\n \n\npieces were discovered in the same area. The remains of some\n\n \n\nclothes, made out of native leather, some clay pots that seemed\n\n \n\nto have once contained a kind of alcoholic drink, and a crude\n\n \n\nnecklace made of woven twine with a brilliant orange gem the\n\n \n\nsize of an egg as its centrepiece. The discovery had sent\n\n \n\nshock waves across the scientific and art world. Who were these\n\n \n\ninhabitants? Did they still exist or had they gone extinct? Did\n\n \n\nthey build cities or just live in the jungle? Just WHAT did they\n\n \n\nlook like?\n\n \n\n \n\nOf course none of those questions were why Victoria had sold\n\n \n\nmost of her (admittedly merger) possessions and hopped the first\n\n \n\nshuttle to Venus. All she cared about was how much MONEY this\n\n \n\ndiscovery could make her. When the Barsoomian’s had been\n\n \n\ndiscovered years earlier it had set off an explosive fashion\n\n \n\nmovement back on earth, and of course the well to do didn’t just\n\n \n\nwant to imitate alien styles, they wanted to own alien artifacts\n\n \n\nand jewellery to show off at their latest parties. For a while\n\n \n\neven basic or cheep Maritain artifacts could fetch a ridiculous\n\n \n\nprice back on Earth, so it stood to reason that the same thing\n\n \n\nwas about to happen with Venus.\n\n \n\n \n\nSo with only the (admittedly small, damn clerk had gotten her\n\n \n\nsizes wrong) clothes on her back, a cheep Durinium Steel,\n\n \n\nmachete, a canteen, and her trusty Radium Gun at her belt,\n\n \n\nVictoria set off into the jungle.\n\n \n\n \n\n—————————————————————————————————————————\n\n \n\n \n\nProgress was… slow. The rumours she’d heard about the density\n\n \n\nof Venus’ jungles had not been exaggerated at all. She was\n\n \n\nspending more time cutting then walking and her machete arm was\n\n \n\ngetting sore.\n\n \n\n \n\n\"Out here for three hours and I doubt I’ve even walked two\n\n \n\nkilometres will all these damn plants blocking my way.\" Victoria\n\n \n\nthought, taking a pause to swig from her canteen. \"And if that\n\n \n\nwasn’t bad enough my canteen is almost empty. Ugh this is not\n\n \n\ngoing a smoothly as I thought it would be.\"\n\n \n\n \n\nStanding up from her quick break, Victoria started scanning\n\n \n\naround. She’d heard plenty of jokes about not drinking the water\n\n \n\nin the jungle but some of Venus’ fruits were apparently edible.\n\n \n\n \n\nMaybe she could find some of those to stretch her merger\n\n \n\nsupplies further.\n\n \n\n \n\n\"Now if I were a fruit where would I be? Well up in a tree\n\n \n\nobviously but…\"\n\n \n\n \n\nThe forest was a riot of colour and flowers everywhere, but\n\n \n\nnot a piece of (identifiable)fruit in sight.\n\n \n\n \n\n\"They’re probably up in the canopy, with the Venus monkeys or\n\n \n\ntree spiders or whatever horrible creature they have here. Which\n\n \n\nmeans I either need to climb all the way up or find some that's\n\n \n\nfallen to the ground and… hello, what’s this?\"\n\n \n\n \n\nWhile scanning the ground in search of some plump, juicy fruit,\n\n \n\nsomething had caught her eye. Through the deep undergrowth\n\n \n\nseveral plants had had their stems bent or snapped, and it\n\n \n\nwasn’t anywhere Victoria had walked yet. Crouching down to take\n\n \n\na closer look something else came into view. A footprint, or\n\n \n\nsomething that looked kinda like a footprint at least. Whatever\n\n \n\nit was from they clearly weren’t wearing any kind of shoes. The\n\n \n\nfoot seemed longer and thinner than a average humans but it still\n\n \n\nhad five toes, though off the end of each mark there was a small\n\n \n\ntriangular depression. How odd.\n\n \n\n \n\nBut they were clearly not human, as if any sensible person\n\n \n\nwould go without shoes in the jungle, and they were heading off\n\n \n\ninto the underbrush. So Victoria was left with a dilemma. Did\n\n \n\nshe continue searching for sustenance or even head back to the\n\n \n\nspaceport to resupply? Or did she foolishly stride off into the\n\n \n\nundergrowth after what could be nothing and risk…\n\n \n\n \n\n“ADDDDVVEENNTURE!”\n\n \n\n \n\n…and she’s already sprinted off. Of course.\n\n \n\n \n\nPlunging through the branches and brambles now, while keeping\n\n \n\nher eyes on the elusive tracks, was of course a dumb idea. She\n\n \n\ncould have just walked and not had her clothes torn up by\n\n \n\nnumerous little cuts, but she didn’t listen to me and now in\n\n \n\naddition to to being hot, sweaty, and running low on water,\n\n \n\nVictoria was showing about 30% more skin than before.\n\n \n\n \n\n“For an inner voice you have no sense of adventure, you know?”\n\n \n\n \n\nNarrator, thank you very much. Though if we're are going to\n\n \n\ncontinue with this stupidity I suppose we should get right back to it.\n\n \n\n \n\nThe tracks led ever deeper into the jungle, though how much further\n\n \n\nwas hard to determine. One moss and vine covered tree looked\n\n \n\nvery much like another. Sometimes the tracks would disappear\n\n \n\naltogether, only to pick back up after a few meters.\n\n \n\n \n\nSometimes they veered left or right with no apparent obstacles in the way,\n\n \n\nor doubled back on themselves. There seemed to be no pattern to\n\n \n\nit. The trail just continued on for who knows how long. A day\n\n \n\non Venus lasting more than a year so the only reliable way to tell\n\n \n\ntime was by the consumption of resources, and in Victoria’s case it\n\n \n\nwasn’t that long before she swallowed down the last of her water.\n\n \n\n \n\nNot long before her canteen was rattling empty like a pair of\n\n \n\ndry bones, not long until the last of her precious, life giving water was all but…\n\n \n\nwell you get the point.\n\n \n\n \n\nAnd if that wasn’t bad enough, the tracks had disappeared\n\n \n\nagain, and a quick search of the area had failed to turn them\n\n \n\nup.\n\n \n\n \n\n“Well, shit” came the amateur plunderers exasperated outburst. “Ok, no reason\n\n \n\nto panic now, lets go with the old plan. Find some sweet, water\n\n \n\nrich fruit and not die from dehydration.”\n\n \n\n \n\nNew goal in mind the search began, and quickly stalled out as\n\n \n\nthe only fruits she could find close by had clearly fallen ages ago.\n\n \n\n \n\n“Not a problem, lets kill two birds with one stone. If there’s\n\n \n\nnothing to be found down here, let’s just go up to the source.\n\n \n\nHopefully spotting where the spaceport is at the same time.” Victoria wasn’t\n\n \n\nexactly a proper monkey back home but how hard could it be?\n\n \n\n \n\nWith a quick bit of finagling her belt was off, shorts\n\n \n\nnow a bit looser. Hey, if it works in the movies. Swinging the\n\n \n\nbelt around the tree trunk the arduous climb began.\n\n \n\n \n\nShe was about halfway to the canopy when Victoria started\n\n \n\nthinking that this all looked a lot easier in movies, and those\n\n \n\ncharacters didn’t seem to worry about their belts snapping from\n\n \n\nthe pressure or abrading on the tree bark. They also didn’t…\n\n \n\n \n\n“Mrrrrrw”\n\n \n\n \n\n“Oh shit was that the leather of the belt groaning, about to\n\n \n\nsnap?” Victoria froze in place, the strain of holding on causing\n\n \n\nher arms to shake badly. “Ok, snap decision. Try to lower myself\n\n \n\ndown, or scramble for the top? If I go down I might not be able\n\n \n\nto get back up and then I’ll have no fruit and still be lost.\n\n \n\nBut if I get to the top then…”\n\n \n\n \n\n“Row, Murrr, Mrrow”\n\n \n\n \n\nThat was… definitely not the belt that time. In fact it\n\n \n\nsounded like it came from above her. Craning her neck back while\n\n \n\ntrying to not to shift her centre of balance wasn’t easy, and\n\n \n\nthe glare from the sunlight that diffused through the clouds\n\n \n\nmade it hard to see, but after a few seconds her eye’s adjusted a\n\n \n\nbit and the canopy came into view.\n\n \n\n \n\nAs well as three pair of bright yellow eyes looking straight at her.\n\n \n\n \n\n“Oh shit, down it is!”\n\n \n\n \n\nNow the funny thing about rapidly trying to descend anything\n\n \n\nis that going down is often paradoxically harder than getting\n\n \n\nup, see any cat that ever climbed a tree then got stuck in it\n\n \n\n(not that these things seemed to have that issue). Particularly\n\n \n\nhard was that the belt didn’t really feel like smoothly sliding\n\n \n\ndown the uneven bark of the tree. The result being that after a\n\n \n\nfew awkward and hurried shuffles, the belt decided it it had\n\n \n\ngone far enough, thank you very much, and lodged itself into a\n\n \n\nbit of bark.\n\n \n\n \n\nVictoria, on the other hand, kept going down. Down fast now,\n\n \n\nfor a few seconds at least.\n\n \n\n \n\n—————————————————————————————————————————\n\n \n\n \n\n“Irz per whu? There must be some way I can raise my grade\n\n \n\nMaam”\n\n \n\n \n\nIt was a good thing that there was plenty of soft foliage\n\n \n\nfoliage to break her fall, otherwise she’d be seeing a lot less\n\n \n\nthan Tweety birds right now. Flat on your back from a 20 foot\n\n \n\nfall was not a good way to go. But everything was OK now. She\n\n \n\nwas back in Cambridge and the soft (and furry?) hands of her\n\n \n\nstrikingly beautiful, yet unavailable, literature teacher Ms.\n\n \n\nLovelace were pulling her to her feet.\n\n \n\n \n\nPerhaps she could feign a bout of weakness so the professor would escort\n\n \n\nher to the nurses office, which would of course be mysteriously empty.\n\n \n\nThen, while Ms. Lovelace turned to look for the nurse, a button\n\n \n\nor two of her blouse would strategical pop open revealing - hang\n\n \n\non, her blouse did just pop open. And she could feel several…\n\n \n\nhands(?)all over her body.\n\n \n\n \n\nWhat?\n\n \n\n \n\nHer confusion was compounded by the loud “MRRRRW” in her ear.\n\n \n\n2, 4, 6, 8, yep that was eight fuzzy… hands? No, paws, roaming\n\n \n\nall over her body. Eyes fluttered open again, things were still\n\n \n\nblurry but she was definitely standing up now, supported by two\n\n \n\nbodies positioned behind her. Victoria’s head dipped down again,\n\n \n\nshe just felt so tired. Only, looking down there was… someone\n\n \n\nlooking up at her? A face? No, two faces!\n\n \n\n \n\nVictoria jerked, instinctively trying to get away from the\n\n \n\nthings that had chased her down here, but the arms from behind\n\n \n\nheld her firm. Vision clearing the strange beings finally came\n\n \n\ninto focus. They were… cats? Catlike certainly. Triangular\n\n \n\npointed ears? Check. Thick dirty blond fur all over? Check. Paws\n\n \n\nwith retractable claws? That were currently roaming all over her\n\n \n\nbody? And… tugging down her shorts?!?\n\n \n\n \n\nIt was just at that moment that Victoria noticed something\n\n \n\nelse about the cat-creatures. They seemed to have various bauble\n\n \n\nand trinkets all over their (shapely) bodies. Rings, piercings,\n\n \n\nand even necklaces made out of twine and sporting curious orange\n\n \n\nstones.\n\n \n\n \n\nWell, it looked like she had found the natives."}