Arouz Story by Mare Vir: Escape from the Planet of the Catwomen

As you can see from the note below this is a sequel to my story 'Scent of a Catwoman' written by Mare Vir. I am privileged to have been granted permission to include it on this blog. I will leave it to the author to outline how it fits into the Arouz arc.

Escape from the Planet of the Catwomen

By Mare Vir

This is a sequel to the fine story, 'Scent of a Catwoman', by Tang– which drew from another story, 'Planet of the Catwomen' by Witchman. Both stories are posted on 'The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive'. The concept of the planet of Arouz and its seductive catwomen are first laid out in 'Planet of the Catwomen'. The main characters here first appear in 'Scent of a Catwomen'. It is recommended that you read those stories first. (They’re quite good!) This story was submitted to those authors for their approval prior to posting. I thank them for creating this lovely universe that I have been privileged to dabble in.
CHAPTER ONE

The Masarel maintained close orbit around the planet Arouz. Brown, the ship’s medic studied readout on a monitor as Geo-Corp’s Corporate Officer, Liz Mellor, and Captain Svenson stood behind him, waiting for answers.

Brown pointed to red blip on the screen. “That’s the escape pod. Its telemetry indicates that it’s submerged, but the hatch was blown before it sank, no doubt they got out.”

“And that’s Franklin’s tracker?” Svenson asked, pointing to the green blip.

“Yes, sir,” Brown responded, “but there’s no telling how long it’s going to stay on her. The other subject rejected it within a day or so, but she was under the influence of the Geo-Corp controller.

Brown glanced at Mellor and rolled his eyes. “She could reject it before we get the Crawler back down.”

“That’s a chance we’ll have to take,” Mellor cursed, “Geo-Corp wants a catwoman, and I’ll be damned if I’m not bringin’ one back, whoever she used to be.” Svenson shrugged. Then he looked at Mellor, “Get down there with Hernandez and Daly, pronto,” he ordered. “We’ll never catch her without a tracker.”

“Aye, aye,” Mellor said softly.

This was a Federation Ship, but there was no doubt that Geo-Corp called the shots. Mellor was Geo-Corp’s representative on board. She hated having to feign subservience to Svenson just because he held rank over her in the Space Service.Mellor hurried down the corridor toward the launch bay, still fuming. Her superiors at Geo-Corp had assured her that their tracker would suppress a catwoman for at least 10 days. That should have been more than enough time to get her subject to a secure holding facility. Clearly, the catwoman had been more active than they had anticipated. She had escaped back to the planet, taking the ship’s security officer with her. Mellor didn’t need Brown’s medical scans to tell her what happened next. Humans didn’t last long on Arouz without protection. Breathe enough of its atmosphere and there was no going back. Men went nuts – mindless slaves to their catwomen mistresses. They’d do anything – as long as they got to worship at the feet of the catwoman who enslaved them – give them pleasure and get it back in turn. Of course, it was different for the women. The heavy dust and pollen in the planet’s atmosphere caused a transformation, both physical and mental, of a human woman into a panting, furry creature of pure sex and lust – a catwoman. That’s what Suzanne Franklin was now.

Mellor thought of the dozen or so young women she’d sent down to the surface. Fresh faced, young, eager to serve the universe. She had selected a few herself. None of them had any idea what was in store for them. Mellor had to suppress her laughter during a couple of interviews as these young girls tried to impress her with their education and spacefaring skills. By the time she’d retrieved them from the surface, their attitudes had certainly changed. One thought was on their minds, SEX.

Even the most prim and proper young lass came back a furry seductress – a slave to her own passion and nothing else. Mellor thought of one girl in particular, a giggling blonde, barely out of college. She had blushed at Mellor’s mention of sex. She said she was a virgin, saving herself for marriage. “Furry whore doesn’t worry about that anymore,” Mellor thought.

Thanks to her a short trip to Arouz, the demure young lady had been transformed into a lust filled catwoman. As an unexpected bonus, her roommate had made the mistake of coming along to see the girl off on her new assignment. They’d been sent down to the surface together. The pair of them were very different and much closer when they were brought back to the ship. The newly minted catwomen fucked themselves silly on the trip back, and Mellor got a double bounty for delivering two catwomen in one trip. They both were now a couple of particularly randy participants in Geo-Corp’s Feline Study Program. But it wasn’t all work. They were loaned out from time to time to high-ranking government officials as a sort of sexual kickback from Geo-Corp.

That was why the Federation closed Arouz to exploration. Mellor’s little sojourns were ‘officially’ illegal, but Geo-Corp would cover her as long as she remained discrete. Of course, dealing in contraband (especially the way Mellor obtained it) was especially lucrative. Catwomen were rare, rare and valuable. That was a combination that had made Mellor and her compatriots, Brown and Svenson, quite wealthy.

But something had gone wrong this time. Someone had fucked up. And it was costing Mellor money. More importantly, it was costing Mellor the power that went along with that money. Mellor intended to fix that as soon as they got back to civilized space.

She climbed into the command chair in the Crawler as Hernandez and Daly finished their preflight check of the systems.

“Why we going back down, ma’am?” Hernandez asked.

“Same reason we always go down,” Mellor chirped back, “to retrieve a catwoman.”

“So where’s your fancy hand toy?” Daly asked, referring to the controller Mellor usually employed to get the catwomen on board the crawler.

“We don’t have it this time,” Mellor replied. “Have to do it the old-fashioned way.”

“Yeah,” Hernandez responded, “that always worked well.”

“Just shoot her with these,” Mellor barked as she handed them a pair of Tranq Guns.

“We’ve gotta be within 10 meters for these thing to work,” Daly complained. “Outside the crawler!”

“You know what they say boys, ‘It’s not just a job …’”Daly wanted to remind Mellor that that was an old Army recruiting slogan – the Space Service was more tied to naval traditions, but there was no more time for small talk as the crawler was released from the Masarel and began to plummet toward the planet’s lush surface.

Hernandez held the control stick firmly as he glided the crawler to its landing site. He fired the rockets and aimed for small clearing.

The red-furred catwoman paused from her licking the furry snatch of her russet mate at the sound of the Crawler breaking through the atmosphere with a sonic boom. She looked through the thick forest of her home at the monstrous machine that was falling from the sky. Her mate shot up on all fours and craned her neck to the sound. She mewed a call of alarm and the pair of catwomen scampered off in the bush. The catwomen hid as the Crawler sped across the sky of the small forest planet.

“Damn it!” Hernandez cursed as he overshot his landing area.

“Told you you’d miss it,” Daly joked with his friend.

“Shut up,” Hernandez replied. “You can’t even fly one of these things!”

Mellor scowled at Hernandez, “Go around again. There isn’t a decent landing area within 100 clicks of here.”

As the noise from the ship dissipated, the pair of felines returned to the clearing, ready to renew the lovemaking that was so fundamental to their existence, but, as she lounged in the clearing, the red one felt a stab in her arm, she hissed with pain. Her mate was immediately at her side. Slowly, a shard of silver broke through the red one’s skin and a metallic object clattered to the ground.

The russet one toyed with the shiny object with her paw as the red one licked the wound until it closed. Annoyed at the pain the object had brought her, the red one snatched the object from her lover’s paw and flung it into the nearby lake. Then she mewed a seductive greeting and pounced on her lover once again.

Hearing the Crawler land nearby, the catwomen huddled together, but as their trepidation diminished, they began to stalk through the forest in search of prey as the machine approached slowly.

Hernandez was following a course to the target on his monitor. Suddenly, he watched the blip fly off his screen. He changed his course and adjusted the controls to give him a larger view.The rumble from the Crawler’s treads began to diminish and it became apparent to the catwomen that the machine had turned and was lumbering in the opposite direction. Sad that they had missed a chance to make new friends, the catwomen retired to pleasure each other once more.

“She’s moving too fast,” Hernandez said the Crawler bounced over the thick jungle terain. “We’ll never catch her in this lumbering rig.”

“Well, then,” Mellor said. “You two’ll just have to use the hover bikes.”

Daly glanced at Hernandez. Neither was too pleased at the prospect of leaving the safety of the Crawler and its controlled environment.

The silence of the jungle was pierced by the roar of the hover bikes jumping to life. Daly and Hernandez sped down the ramp from the Crawler’s cargo bay and rocketed through the dense foliage. As they rounded a turn, Daly heard the Crawler spring back to life – knowing that Mellor was following, but that she’d never match their pace.

Hernandez strained to maneuver the bike, angry that he was wearing the heavy spacesuit that was mandated for excursions to the planet’s surface.Over the next three hours, he watched the monitor and smiled as the blip grew closer. He slowed his bike to a stop, Daly followed suit. Then, after retrieving their Tranq Guns from the saddlebags, the pair made their way toward the next clearing, the one that showed as the position of their feline quarry.Rounding the corner, Hernandez and Daly were met by a curious sight. An old Federation rescue ship sat in the field. Though it looked like the ship was intact, it had been sitting for a while, judging by the thick mass of vines that entwined its landing gear.Daly heard a sound rustling in the trees, both turned, phasers drawn and read to fire.

A man in the remnants of an old Space Service uniform, at least the top, he was naked from below, stumbled out of the trees.

Both men lowered their weapons. The man had his shirt open, revealing a body hard and firm from years of manual labor. His hair and beard were long, but just not entirely unkempt. He was gathering food.

“HEY!” Daly yelled, but the man didn’t flinch. He went on picking berries. Hernandez tapped Daly on the shoulder and brought one gloved finger to the facemask on his helmet. Hernandez signaled Daly to circle around to the left, while he went the opposite direction.Hernandez tapped a button on the outside of his suit, opening a channel to the Crawler.

“We found a human here, male. Looks like he’s pretty far gone, his ship could’ve easily gotten him outta here, but he doesn’t seem interested.”

Mellor acknowledged the transmission as she bounced over the thick terrain in the Crawler. She was disturbed by them finding a man. Crews had been forbidden from landing on Arouz for years. No ships were detected on Geo-Corps scans of the area. She doubted Frankin and her new friend could have joined an established pride of catwomen so quickly. “Just what had Hernandez and Franklin stumbled on?”

Daly peered into a clearing and was greeted by the most fantastic sight of his young life. Three catwomen were lying in the sun, pawing and lapping at each other. Though he’d made a number of trips to the surface to recover catwomen, this is the first time he’d seen them active. Two had dark coats that were accentuated by black tiger stripes. The third one’s pelt was golden – with the same dark stripes. Long manes of almost human looking hair topped their heads, barely concealing pointed, feline ears. The golden one lay on her back – purring the most amazing sound Daly had ever heard. One of the dark ones was nestled between the golden one’s furry legs. She lapped at her companion with a long, wet tongue. The other dark one was also attending to the gold one, pawing at her large, firm, fur covered breasts and kissing her deeply.

Daly grew hard as he watched the scene unfold before him. It was like an erotic show performed just for him. The gold one rolled her hips as her ass rose from the ground. Her long tail crept out from beneath her and rocked to and fro. The golden one shook with orgasm, and Daly felt his cock strain against the tight confines of his suit.The trio switched positions as one of the dark ones lay on her back. Her dark companion proceeded to eat her pussy and the scene began to repeat. The golden one was hardly tired from her activity and planted herself on her lover’s face. Daly was really hot by now. He was panting inside his helmet and rubbing at his crotch. Then a sound broke the air and startled Daly.

The golden one sang a song as she was pleasured by her mate. It was a song of lust, of passion, a song of surrender. It rang in Daly’s head and clouded his thoughts. Not that they weren’t clouded already. Months in space had made him eager for sex, and here it was – right in front of him. He could just step out into the clearing and take it, but a part of him, a part that was growing smaller by the second, knew that he shouldn’t. That something bad would happen if he fell in with these creatures, but as the song continued, Daly couldn’t remember what that was.

The golden one scanned the clearing as she rode her lover’s face. It seemed she was looking for something – someone. For an instant, Daly was concerned the he had shown himself, but that was impossible. He was hidden in the brush. He was invisible to these primal creatures.Then the golden one’s eyes locked on his. Even from this distance, Daly could see the green, almond shaped orbs staring at him, staring though him. Daly knew he had been seen. Knew he should run. Knew he should call Hernandez for help. But he didn’t want to. They wanted him. They were waiting for him. They could make him feel good. He needed to make them feel good. Then they WOULD make him feel good.And suddenly that was all that mattered.

Daly walked from his hiding place into the clearing - to the catwomen - to his mistresses. Daly tugged the heavy helmet from his head first. He didn’t even hear the cries from Hernandez – trying to locate him – as the helmet fell to the ground, then he tugged off his suit and dropped it as he walked. All three catwomen were looking at him now, Daly grew dizzy as he tried to look in each of their beautiful eyes at once. He tugged off his fatigues next – leaving them in a heap as he dove into the pile of fur that awaited him.

The catwomen were on him in an instant. His dick was sucked. His balls were licked. His chest was rubbed and tweaked with clawed paws. As Daly opened his mouth wide and screamed with release, he saw the golden one above him again. He felt at her furry chest and something wrapped around his fingers. A chain came off in his hand as the golden catwoman licked up and down his chest, teasing his nipples with a long tongue.

In his haze filled mind, Daly looked at the trinket that had fallen from his lover. It was an old pair of Federation dog tags. Daly read what was inscribed on them. “Jenna Jones – Ens. - #PDT1680-719K4”

He struggled to sit up, question what this meant. But his mistresses pushed him down gently and the golden one, Jenna, smiled at him – an almost human smile from behind a feline muzzle and long whiskers. Daly relaxed. Jenna purred and Daly’s body went limp. He would do anything for this creature. He would do everything for this creature. Jenna cooed to the man, and rose higher to place her breast in his waiting mouth. Daly latched on like a baby suckling at his mother’s breast. The sweet milk that began to flow tasted good.

Daly grabbed Jenna and pulled her furry body close to his. Each and every thought that didn’t involve serving his mistresses evaporated from his mind. The only things that really matter took their place.

FOOD.

SEX.

SLEEP.

OBEDIENCE.

Daly cocked his head to the side as Jenna removed her nipple from his mouth. Then she dropped to all fours and wafted her tail about. Daly was overcome by the musky scent from his mistress’s crotch and rose as his dick grew hard again. He drove into the velvet vice that was the catwomen’s pussy and relished her squeals of delight.

He would make her feel good now. Very good. And when he had done his duty to each of his mistresses, perhaps they would let him cum ….

CHAPTER TWO
Hernandez radioed Mellor in a panic. “I can’t raise Daly,” he advised.

“Idiots!” Mellor thought.

Calming herself, Mellor responded, “I’m ten clicks away. Hold your position. Do not go looking for Daly. I repeat, DO NOT go looking for Daly.”

Mellor knew that Daly was lost – a mindless slave to some bunch of catwomen. But he was expendable. Hernandez was not. She needed him to tranq a catwoman. More than that, she needed him to pilot the Crawler back up to the Masarel. Without him, she was stuck on this planet.

Mellor tapped a monitor and the screen changed. She had six hours of oxygen left. It would take a hour to reach Hernandez’ position and two for the flight back to the Masarel. She was cutting it close, but she had no intention of leaving without a catwoman.

Mellor studied the readout again. Something seemed off. She did the math in her head. “Twelve hours of oxygen on a standard flight. Six left. We took off at 0800 hours. It’s 1430 now. How could that be?”

Mellor’s heart sank. “What if the environmental system had been compromised?” It was dangerous to breathe the atmosphere of Arouz even for a few minutes. “This was six and a half hours already!”

Liz’s hands trembled as she ran a diagnostic. Then she breathed a sigh of relief. The consumption rates had been based on a three member crew. Of course there was a larger reserve – she’d been alone in the Crawler for some time now.

Grasping the controls once again, Mellor continued to trudge through the forest.

Hernandez tried to stay calm. He toyed with his phaser in one hand, the tranq gun in the other. Which would he use if given the chance? Phaser, he decided. “Fuck this capture the catwoman shit,” he muttered. He raised the dial on the phaser to 10. That’d keep him safe.

A rustling in the leaves drew Hernandez’ attention. Daly was walking through the brush, naked. His eyes were glassy and he trudged along like he was in some sort of a trance. Hernandez fingered his phaser and thought about putting his friend out of his misery, but he couldn’t do that. Hernandez waited. Then he saw them. Three of them, moving through the forest like they were gliding off the ground. They were so beautiful.

“Sexy,” Hernandez thought. “And they’ll make you a slave just like Daly,” Hernandez corrected himself as he trained the phaser on the golden one leading the way.

As he prepared to squeeze the trigger, Hernandez felt a thud on his head. His helmet cracked as a heavy rock smashed into his skull. His shot went wide and vaporized the top of a tree.

Hernandez was racked with pain. He couldn’t move. He felt his body being turned over and looked through the remnants of his helmet into the empty gaze of Daly’s eyes. Then his world went black.

When he awoke, Hernandez was in a cave. He was naked and held to the ground in a spread eagle fashion by the two dark catwomen. As he breathed the air of Arouz, Hernandez knew that he had little time left to think for himself – or to think at all for that matter.

The golden catwoman was in front of him now, moving in a seductive dance, that Hernandez found arousing in spite of himself. Finally, she fell upon his body. Hernandez felt his dick grow, only to be engulfed by a slick wet mouth of a catwoman. Over the next few hours, Hernandez came and came again, as he, Daly and the other man attended to the Catwomen. By the time a nipple was offered to him, Hernandez took it willingly, drinking great gulps of the nectar that changed his outlook on everything.

Mellor reached the spot where the hover bikes had been left. She couldn’t raise Hernandez and feared what had happened to him – and what that meant for her. She saw a figure enter the clearing. It was Hernandez – her heart leaped. Then, she knew from the shuffle in his step that his mind was gone – enslaved just like Daly’s. Then he was there too. Followed by a third man. Then three catwomen scampered from the woods behind them. Mellor had seen enough of the catwomen not to be enthralled by them, but she was a pragmatic person. She knew that they were coming for her. She knew that if she didn’t do something – something fast, there was likely to be a fourth feline in this harem.

Mellor wasn’t going to let that happen.She raised the radio dish and tried to contact the Maseral.
“Mellor,” Svenson replied, “What the FUCK are you doing! You know there must be radio silence where you’re on the surface.”

Mellor screamed as one of dark the catwomen leaped onto the Crawler. She stood in front of the windshield, touching herself provocatively and gyrating her hips in an invitation to Mellor. Then the other two were there as well, pressing their furry bodies against the glass, licking the glass, blowing kisses to her, inviting her to join them, to be wild, to be free.

Then the three catwomen began singing. The shrill melody pierced the sound dampeners of the Crawler and struck a chord in Mellor’s brain, one that ran directly to her sex. Mellor moaned as her pussy ran wet.

Shaking her head to regain her composure, Mellor looked away from the window. But she wanted to look back oh so badly. She wanted to look into those eyes, those beautiful, green eyes, the ones that would tell her just what to do. The ones that would tell her everything would be alright if she would just let go, just come outside, lose herself to passion, lose herself to desire.

Mellor raised her head to look into those eyes, just like the song was telling her to. Then, summoning every ounce of self control, Mellor turned away. She hit the button that opaqued the window and eliminated the outside sounds, sealing her from the creatures that so wanted her to join them. The creatures that she so wanted to ….

“Fuck that, Svenson,” Mellor shouted into the radio, abandoning protocol. “Daly’s lost. Hernandez’ lost. I can’t fly this thing myself. I need you to remote fly me back to the ship, and I need you to do it NOW!”

On the bridge of the Masarel, Svenson looked at Brown. “Should be alright,” the medic said.

And with that, Svenson sat at a consol and uplinked the Crawler’s systems. He fired the engines and piloted the craft back to the ship.

Mellor relaxed when she felt the engines fire and gave a shout of joy as she was lifted off the ground.“This planet’s not gonna get me!” she shouted triumphantly.“Fuck you,” Mellor shouted back to the catwomen who had jumped from the ship and scampered back into the trees to avoid the blast of the rockets. “Fuck you!”

Then Liz Mellor settled into the command chair and closed her eyes to take a nap.

CHAPTER THREE
Mellor woke as the Crawler locked itself to the Masarel’s airlock. She was safe, back on the ship. Liz rose, refreshed from her sleep. She stretched were body and held her arms above her head as she felt her muscles tense and relax. That was some of the most peaceful sleep she’d had in ages.

The hatch opened and Mellor climbed the ladder up into the ship. When she reached the top rung, Mellor leapt and popped onto the deck of the ship.

Svenson eyed Brown.“No catwomen, eh?” Svenson asked as he peered into the open hatch.

“Fuck you!” Mellor replied. She was in no mood for his interrogation. So far, he’d lost three members of his crew – four if you counted the one intentionally sacrificed to the planet of Arouz. He’d be lucky if his next assignment wasn’t as a tender on a garbage scow.

Mellor walked past the pair and headed down the corridor. She was hungry, hungrier then she felt she had ever been in her life. Food on long distance vessels like the Masarel was usually inedible, but this voyage was different. Wallace was a great cook. He always managed to do unusual things with the standard ship’s stores. As she approached the mess hall, Mellor knew Wallace had been up to his usual tricks. The scent of the food hit her before she even she got into the room.

‘Fish,’ Mellor thought to herself, she could practically taste the dish from its smell alone.

Mellor walked into the empty room and grabbed a tray. “Smells good, Wallace,” Mellor said, trying to be pleasant, “Just like always.”

Wallace grunted a response. Though the cook had always been distant to Mellor and the other senior members of the crew, he had grown outright insubordinate since Franklin had gone missing. Mellor knew that the old cook had spent a lot of time with the young Lieutenant. At first, Mellor suspected there was something sexual between the two, but over the course of the voyage, Mellor realized that Wallace’s intentions were more paternal in nature. He’d been in the Space Service all his life, never married and never had children. Mellor suspected that Wallace looked on Franklin as the daughter he never had. Now, of course, Mellor thought, ‘She could be the pet he never had … or vice versa.’

Wallace plopped a bowl of pasta onto Mellor’s tray, without bothering to make eye contact. Mellor knew the cook suspected something – Franklin’s ‘accident’ was suspicious enough, now they needed to explain the disappearance of Hernandez and Daly too. She made a mental note to discuss how to deal with Wallace with her superiors at Geo-Corp. But for now, she was going to simply enjoy his wonderful cooking.

Mellor walked to the beverage station and grabbed a mug to pour a cup of coffee, but she was overwhelmed by another scent at the table. She reached out her hand and grabbed the small, silver pitcher of cream. Its smell was almost intoxicating. Mellor raised the vessel to her nose and inhaled the aroma, cherishing its bouquet. She closed her eyes and lapped at the cream with her tongue.

Liz purred with delight at the taste. The sound and the sensation of drinking in that manner shook Mellor back to reality. She dropped the container of cream and it clattered on the floor. Mellor watched with regret as the creamy white liquid spread over the floor. She fought the urge to drop to her hands and knees and lap up every last drop.

Then Wallace was there with a rag, waiting to clean up the spill.“’scuse me, ma’am,” he mumbled.

Mellor stepped out of the way and sat at a table in the corner. As she contemplated the dish, one word flooded her mind.

FOOD.

Liz’s actions became almost automatic. She held her bowl in both hands and dove into it, face first, licking the tasty meal into her mouth. Satisfied, Mellor wiped her mouth and headed off to her quarters.

The bright light of the room bothered her eyes, so Mellor softened and lowered the lights before sitting at her desk. She began to prepare her report to Geo-Corp, this was the ‘official’ account, so Mellor took pains in describing how she, at great risk to her own safety went to fulfill the mission objective, a second time, but could not overcome the incompetence of her crew.

As Mellor began to describe the encounter with the catwomen, she found she was distracted. When she described them approaching her, images of their sexy forms flooded her mind. She watched them swaying seductively as they approached the Crawler.

Then, Mellor’s mind was flooded with a new emotion – regret.She could have stayed with them. They would have welcomed her – loved her – been her sisters.A gain, her mind was overcome by one, single, overwhelming thought.

SEX.

Mellor’s hand drifted from the keyboard to her chest. A stroke to her firm nipple brought the pleasure she wanted, needed. She imagined a catwoman’s claws stroking her chest – her furry chest. She mewed with delight as her hand drifted lower and stroked her sex. Unable to continue writing, Mellor rose from her desk and flopped onto her bed. She pulled down her pants and ripped her soaked panties away. Liz Mellor then did something that she had never done before in her entire life, she lost herself to her passion. Always in control, Liz let her lusts control her, and it felt so good!

Liz played out the scene in her mind’s eye. She opened the hatch to the Crawler and strutted down the ramp, into the arms of the catwomen. She giggled like a schoolgirl as her lovers ripped her clothes – the last vestige of her humanity - from her body, and she squealed with pleasure as they touched her hot body, sucked her firm tits and licked her wet pussy. She breathed heavily the thick air of Arouz, allowing the planet to change her, modify her, improve her into a suitable lover for her sisters. Liz had three fingers deep in her slippery sex as she rocked in her bed and imagined her furry pelt growing over her lithe, feline body, and when she came, Liz shook with pleasure as she thought of pulling some man, any man– a slave to her will – into her snatch to fuck her over and over. Her pussy throbbed around her hand as her release came.

Relaxed and at peace, Liz let her hand drift aside and then felt the strong beat of her heart as her breath returned to normal. Again, her thoughts, cares, worries and ambitions faded from her consciousness. One word took their place.

SLEEP.

And Liz drifted off to sleep.

Liz was startled from her sleep by her alarm. She’d been out for nine hours. Quickly, she turned to the window of her cabin and was calmed to see that they were still in orbit around Arouz.

‘But why?’ she thought. ‘There’s no need to make the rendezvous. We don’t have a catwoman.’

Then Liz leapt to her feet. She didn’t bother to cover herself. It seemed unnecessary. Liz ran to the mirror and was struck by the sight that greeted her. Her brown hair was usually kept to military specs. Short, but still feminine. While it was definitely feminine, it was hardly short. Her tresses hung well past her shoulders – with wild curls and tufts reminiscent of a feline mane.Turning slowly, Liz examined her back for the telltale stripes of a catwoman. Finding none, she gazed back in the mirror. Her eyes were still brown, But Liz saw that her irises were constricting into cat-like slits.

“OH, GOD,” she gasped. “How, how could this happen?”

Liz dropped herself back in her chair, distracted by the feel of the cool leather against her naked flesh. Liz stroked a nipple, which hardened in an instant. Then she examined her fingers and watched – mouth agape as her nails extended into claws.

Liz began typing furiously. She had to figure out what went wrong. She punched in Geo-Corp’s private security access code. It overrode the system and allowed her to view all data on board the ship.

First she searched for the position of the escape pod and Franklin’s tracker. Liz pounded the desk. They were within two meters of each other, 15 meters underwater. The tracker hadn’t moved since shortly after she’d landed on Arouz.

Then Liz studied the logs of the Crawler. She knew what she was going to find there, but she had to look. First it was sent a phantom signal indicating Franklin’s tracker was moving away from them. Then, at 0900, the Crawler received an encoded, silent message from the Masarel to change its environmental systems to allow a small amount of the planet’s atmosphere inside - not enough to notice, just enough to start an exposure.

Scrolling down, Liz noted that the Crawler was also instructed to run a bogus diagnostic and monitoring program – one that wouldn’t show the anomalies to anyone on board.Then she checked who issued the orders.

“Svenson,” she cursed. “I’m going to get that bastard.”

Liz ran into the corridor, still nude and hardly caring.Svenson and Brown were headed toward her cabin. Liz hid behind a bulkhead and waited for them to pass. Then she grabbed Svenson by the neck held him fast. Though he struggled, Liz was incredibly strong.

“Looking for someone?” she taunted.

“Liz, look,” Svenson choked. “There’s been an accident. Brown thinks you may have been exposed, and we want to ….”

“Send me to Geo-Corp for their catwoman program. No thanks.”

“No, Liz,” Brown tried to calm her down. “I have a shot, it’ll reverse the process.”

“Bullshit,” Liz responded, “we all know there’s no going back. We all know you set me up!”

“Well,” Svenson said, “you said you wanted to give Geo-Corp a catwoman, no matter who she used to be. Once we lost Franklin’s tracker, there was no way we were going to get her, or any other catwoman. We had to improvise, and you were the only female left.”

“So you exposed me in the Crawler, so you could bring me back here before I changed.” Liz could feel her body growing warmer as a luxurious, striped pelt began to cover her from head to toe.

“Pretty clever, eh Liz?” Brown asked. “Sounds like something you might do, doesn’t it?”

“You’re not going to take me!” Liz hissed. She was growing angry and it was getting hard to think. Her thoughts were becoming more ordered and regimented.

OBEDIENCE.

She was in the wrong place. Home. She needed to go home. That was where she wanted to be, where she NEEDED to be. As her human thoughts waned, Liz spotted an escape pod to her right. That was how to get home.

Liz backed toward the escape pod, still holding Svenson around the neck. She knew she was nearing the wall when she brushed it with, her tail. She shook her head, trying to remember the access code. She stared at the keypad. The numbers on it looked foreign to her. But Liz knew she had to remember the sequence to get Home.

Brown rushed her, but she swiped at him with her free, right hand, “Mrrrawww!” she cursed, surprised at the sound that came from her own mouth.

Brown withdrew. Four long streaks of blood marked his left cheek. She reached out her hand and gazed for a moment at a furry paw. She didn’t have much time left. She had to get out of here. She had to get home. She entered a code. The hatch to the escape pod slid open and Liz backed in. She still clutched Svenson close.

“No, Liz, No,” Svenson screamed. But the creature that held him no longer answered to that name.

As the pod doors closed, Svenson watched Brown lunge forward – trying to enter the abort code. Then there was a rush of air as the pod was released, and Svenson watched Brown’s face shrink as the pod descended to the planet’s surface.

The grip Liz held Svenson in changed from a chokehold to a lover’s embrace. He was caressed from head to toe. Svenson felt himself becoming aroused and knew that the tiny pod was flooded with catwoman pheromones. A furry paw slashed open his uniform and pulled out his hard cock. Svenson turned and saw that Liz Mellor was no more. Instead, a sexy, seductive catwoman stood before him – with one thought in her mind. Svenson gazed into the catwoman’s almond shaped, emerald eyes. They highlighted her furry muzzle and long whiskers. The catwoman purred to him, and her pointed ears quivered through her wild mane in response. He couldn’t look away from those eyes. He was lost.

The catwoman pushed him to the floor and straddled his cock. She mewed with delight as her slave penetrated her. The catwoman rode Svenson’s cock until he flooded her moist tunnel with his salty load. As he panted to catch his breath, Svenson felt a furry breast placed at his lips. Svenson drank heartily as his eyes rolled back into his head and his mind dimmed.

As soon as the pod landed in the thick jungle, the catwoman pawed her way out of its confines. She jumped from the contraption and pulled her slave out to follow her. There was a clearing ahead and the catwoman called to the two others playing in the sun – with a deep, seductive mew of delight. They interrupted their revelry to call out a welcome to their sister, and she scampered into the field to join them in the pleasures of the flesh.

The red-furred catwoman licked her new friend’s furry snatch with a long, wet tongue, as her russet mate attended to her large, firm breasts. The catwoman that had once been Liz Mellor purred with delight. Her orgasm was unlike any she had ever experienced as a human, and it shook her furry body to its core. She rose and embraced her red-haired lover, licking her face and savoring the taste of her own juices on her lover’s soft whiskers. None in the menage-a-trois recalled that they had recently served together, as humans on a ship called the Masarel. That name and even their own names, Liz Mellor, Susan Franklin and Anna Jenson, were long forgotten. None of them cared. They were catwomen, creatures of lust and pleasure, and that was what they were going to experience for ever more.

The newest catwoman yowled with delight, issuing a plea to any other lovers who might come to play with her, the “Call of the Catwomen”. Her invitation was answered by three more catwomen who had come to Arouz as humans. They had come to rescue comrades but succumbed to the pleasures of this jungle paradise. The ones once known as Jenna, Anna and Toni shared their slaves with their companions, and the orgy lasted well into the night.

Finally satiated after hours of sex, the newly made catwoman curled into the mass of fur and flesh and let sleep overtake her. She was Home.