# THE VICIOUS CATWOMEN OF PLANET VENUS! Author: DeadCerberus Tags: Alien, Feline, Human, No-Yiff, Sci-Fi, Tease, venus 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....) Was 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 Stops at the tease right now but maybe I'll extend in the future THE VICIOUS CATWOMEN OF PLANET VENUS! GreatBritainBill (aka DeadCerberus) The dense jungles of Venus dripped with an ever present moisture, even though it hadn’t rained in days. The air was so heavy with water that just breathing felt like opening your mouth in the public pool and was about as pleasant. From the sky and the forest floor came the hoots and screams of thousands of unseen animals. Perhaps that one a five-winged Gullywren, or that one a three tailed Cytherean Howler. And that one… \*SHWING!\* The sharp ringing of a Durinium Steel machete broke through the hoots and hollers of the jungle life. With a few lightning fast slices a whole section of the jungle undergrowth fell to the ground, almost seeming to start decomposing as soon as it was cut. The bright shine of the blade lead the way through, followed by the curvaceous form of its wielder. Stepping through the hole she had made came the legendary (in her own mind at least) Miss Victoria Ingram, fresh off the Atomic rocket from Cambridge to Venus. “Excuse me! That’s Dr. Victoria Ingram of Cambridge! Thank you very much.” Sorry, Dr. Victoria (your PhD was in philosophy, geez). Fresh off the rocket, though the Cytherean humidity was quickly working to change that, and already diving into the dense jungle that surrounded the spaceport. Humanity was less than five years on the second planet, having first endeavoured to to traverse Mars, come the invention of the Nuclear Accumulator rocket engine. Only after landing on the red planet and entreating with the native Barsoomian’s did mankind's eyes turn to the cloud shrouded planet. But Venus resisted them. Unlike the dusty plains and dry canals of Mars, easily traversed on wheel or with a Barsomian flying skiff, the jungle of Venus ate up men and their machines alike. All the expected jungle problems were present. The damp humidity rotting clothes off the back and rusting exposed metal. The vacuum tubes of robots becoming waterlogged and destroyed no matter how well sealed. The slow progress of reclaiming buildable land from the tree’s. And of course, disease. Cytherean Green Fever could take down a healthy man in hours and even with modern medicine was fatal around half the time. But then there were the things that hadn’t been anticipated. Man sized plants with an appetite for flesh. Great, scaly, batlike things that had come to be called Aparxians that could carry off an entire cow, and then there was the disquieting fact that men sometimes just wandered off into the forest and vanish without a trace. None of that really mattered to Victoria though, or rather she hadn’t paid attention to the safety briefing on the flight over. Her mind was focused on one thing and one thing only. Treasure. It had been only a few weeks since the news had leaked out. One of the surveyors on the planet had found something. Not a new plant, or species of insect, which the survey was practically tripping over, but an arrowhead. A piece of clearly worked technology. This was a massive shock as prior to then, there had been no sign of intelligent life on Venus. Even before Mars had been reached it was widely known that something intelligent lived there, as their canals could be seen all the way from earth, even if the telepathic emanations they used to communicate could not be detected like radio waves could. But while Venus was clearly overflowing with life, nothing like the Barsoomians had presented themselves, and the planets thick jungle and near constant cloud cover precluded much survey from the air. The arrowhead though, was clear evidence, and soon several more pieces were discovered in the same area. The remains of some clothes, made out of native leather, some clay pots that seemed to have once contained a kind of alcoholic drink, and a crude necklace made of woven twine with a brilliant orange gem the size of an egg as its centrepiece. The discovery had sent shock waves across the scientific and art world. Who were these inhabitants? Did they still exist or had they gone extinct? Did they build cities or just live in the jungle? Just WHAT did they look like? Of course none of those questions were why Victoria had sold most of her (admittedly merger) possessions and hopped the first shuttle to Venus. All she cared about was how much MONEY this discovery could make her. When the Barsoomian’s had been discovered years earlier it had set off an explosive fashion movement back on earth, and of course the well to do didn’t just want to imitate alien styles, they wanted to own alien artifacts and jewellery to show off at their latest parties. For a while even basic or cheep Maritain artifacts could fetch a ridiculous price back on Earth, so it stood to reason that the same thing was about to happen with Venus. So with only the (admittedly small, damn clerk had gotten her sizes wrong) clothes on her back, a cheep Durinium Steel, machete, a canteen, and her trusty Radium Gun at her belt, Victoria set off into the jungle. ————————————————————————————————————————— Progress was… slow. The rumours she’d heard about the density of Venus’ jungles had not been exaggerated at all. She was spending more time cutting then walking and her machete arm was getting sore. "Out here for three hours and I doubt I’ve even walked two kilometres will all these damn plants blocking my way." Victoria thought, taking a pause to swig from her canteen. "And if that wasn’t bad enough my canteen is almost empty. Ugh this is not going a smoothly as I thought it would be." Standing up from her quick break, Victoria started scanning around. She’d heard plenty of jokes about not drinking the water in the jungle but some of Venus’ fruits were apparently edible. Maybe she could find some of those to stretch her merger supplies further. "Now if I were a fruit where would I be? Well up in a tree obviously but…" The forest was a riot of colour and flowers everywhere, but not a piece of (identifiable)fruit in sight. "They’re probably up in the canopy, with the Venus monkeys or tree spiders or whatever horrible creature they have here. Which means I either need to climb all the way up or find some that's fallen to the ground and… hello, what’s this?" While scanning the ground in search of some plump, juicy fruit, something had caught her eye. Through the deep undergrowth several plants had had their stems bent or snapped, and it wasn’t anywhere Victoria had walked yet. Crouching down to take a closer look something else came into view. A footprint, or something that looked kinda like a footprint at least. Whatever it was from they clearly weren’t wearing any kind of shoes. The foot seemed longer and thinner than a average humans but it still had five toes, though off the end of each mark there was a small triangular depression. How odd. But they were clearly not human, as if any sensible person would go without shoes in the jungle, and they were heading off into the underbrush. So Victoria was left with a dilemma. Did she continue searching for sustenance or even head back to the spaceport to resupply? Or did she foolishly stride off into the undergrowth after what could be nothing and risk… “ADDDDVVEENNTURE!” …and she’s already sprinted off. Of course. Plunging through the branches and brambles now, while keeping her eyes on the elusive tracks, was of course a dumb idea. She could have just walked and not had her clothes torn up by numerous little cuts, but she didn’t listen to me and now in addition to to being hot, sweaty, and running low on water, Victoria was showing about 30% more skin than before. “For an inner voice you have no sense of adventure, you know?” Narrator, thank you very much. Though if we're are going to continue with this stupidity I suppose we should get right back to it. The tracks led ever deeper into the jungle, though how much further was hard to determine. One moss and vine covered tree looked very much like another. Sometimes the tracks would disappear altogether, only to pick back up after a few meters. Sometimes they veered left or right with no apparent obstacles in the way, or doubled back on themselves. There seemed to be no pattern to it. The trail just continued on for who knows how long. A day on Venus lasting more than a year so the only reliable way to tell time was by the consumption of resources, and in Victoria’s case it wasn’t that long before she swallowed down the last of her water. Not long before her canteen was rattling empty like a pair of dry bones, not long until the last of her precious, life giving water was all but… well you get the point. And if that wasn’t bad enough, the tracks had disappeared again, and a quick search of the area had failed to turn them up. “Well, shit” came the amateur plunderers exasperated outburst. “Ok, no reason to panic now, lets go with the old plan. Find some sweet, water rich fruit and not die from dehydration.” New goal in mind the search began, and quickly stalled out as the only fruits she could find close by had clearly fallen ages ago. “Not a problem, lets kill two birds with one stone. If there’s nothing to be found down here, let’s just go up to the source. Hopefully spotting where the spaceport is at the same time.” Victoria wasn’t exactly a proper monkey back home but how hard could it be? With a quick bit of finagling her belt was off, shorts now a bit looser. Hey, if it works in the movies. Swinging the belt around the tree trunk the arduous climb began. She was about halfway to the canopy when Victoria started thinking that this all looked a lot easier in movies, and those characters didn’t seem to worry about their belts snapping from the pressure or abrading on the tree bark. They also didn’t… “Mrrrrrw” “Oh shit was that the leather of the belt groaning, about to snap?” Victoria froze in place, the strain of holding on causing her arms to shake badly. “Ok, snap decision. Try to lower myself down, or scramble for the top? If I go down I might not be able to get back up and then I’ll have no fruit and still be lost. But if I get to the top then…” “Row, Murrr, Mrrow” That was… definitely not the belt that time. In fact it sounded like it came from above her. Craning her neck back while trying to not to shift her centre of balance wasn’t easy, and the glare from the sunlight that diffused through the clouds made it hard to see, but after a few seconds her eye’s adjusted a bit and the canopy came into view. As well as three pair of bright yellow eyes looking straight at her. “Oh shit, down it is!” Now the funny thing about rapidly trying to descend anything is that going down is often paradoxically harder than getting up, see any cat that ever climbed a tree then got stuck in it (not that these things seemed to have that issue). Particularly hard was that the belt didn’t really feel like smoothly sliding down the uneven bark of the tree. The result being that after a few awkward and hurried shuffles, the belt decided it it had gone far enough, thank you very much, and lodged itself into a bit of bark. Victoria, on the other hand, kept going down. Down fast now, for a few seconds at least. ————————————————————————————————————————— “Irz per whu? There must be some way I can raise my grade Maam” It was a good thing that there was plenty of soft foliage foliage to break her fall, otherwise she’d be seeing a lot less than Tweety birds right now. Flat on your back from a 20 foot fall was not a good way to go. But everything was OK now. She was back in Cambridge and the soft (and furry?) hands of her strikingly beautiful, yet unavailable, literature teacher Ms. Lovelace were pulling her to her feet. Perhaps she could feign a bout of weakness so the professor would escort her to the nurses office, which would of course be mysteriously empty. Then, while Ms. Lovelace turned to look for the nurse, a button or two of her blouse would strategical pop open revealing - hang on, her blouse did just pop open. And she could feel several… hands(?)all over her body. What? Her confusion was compounded by the loud “MRRRRW” in her ear. 2, 4, 6, 8, yep that was eight fuzzy… hands? No, paws, roaming all over her body. Eyes fluttered open again, things were still blurry but she was definitely standing up now, supported by two bodies positioned behind her. Victoria’s head dipped down again, she just felt so tired. Only, looking down there was… someone looking up at her? A face? No, two faces! Victoria jerked, instinctively trying to get away from the things that had chased her down here, but the arms from behind held her firm. Vision clearing the strange beings finally came into focus. They were… cats? Catlike certainly. Triangular pointed ears? Check. Thick dirty blond fur all over? Check. Paws with retractable claws? That were currently roaming all over her body? And… tugging down her shorts?!? It was just at that moment that Victoria noticed something else about the cat-creatures. They seemed to have various bauble and trinkets all over their (shapely) bodies. Rings, piercings, and even necklaces made out of twine and sporting curious orange stones. Well, it looked like she had found the natives. Source: https://sofurry.com/s/q1xMOk9e