Arouz Story: Scent of a Catwoman

In 2004 a fetish author called Witchman wrote a well-executed story called 'Planet of the Catwomen' which featured the planet Arouz. The story had common science fiction themes, but the catwomen envisaged in it, their behaviour, their enslaving of men and just how the planet Arouz works meant the story was both interesting and very arousing. You can read its three chapters at this web location:

http://mcstories.com/PlanetOfTheCatwomen/PlanetOfTheCatwomen.html

Soon after reading it, as often happens when I come across great erotic stories, I wanted to develop the themes and have the kind of outcome that I was seeking with my characters operating in the context of Arouz. I corresponded with Witchman and gained official approval for the story, 'Scent of a Catwoman' which is below. In turn Mare Vir wrote a sequel 'Escape from the Planet of the Catwomen' which brought together characters from both my and Witchman's stories. Between us we have established an interesting setting for erotic science fiction stories which I hope you enjoy as much as the three authors have done.

This story was inspired by Witchman's excellent story 'Planet of the Catwomen'. The story is continued in Mare Vir's brilliant 'Escape from the Planet of the Catwomen'.

Scent of a Catwoman
By Tang.
Chapter 1

"Why do I need another implant? Doctor Allison put in the standard tracker at the pre-flight check." Anna Jenson asked.

"It's orders." Brown, the ship's para-medic, replied. "This is a commercial flight, not a scientific one, it's Geo-Corp that makes the rules and they said you had to have this hardened tracker and this one goes in the neck rather than the arm. Your father might have been able to buy you a place on this flight, but the company makes the rules."

"My father buy me a place? I worked hard to get here. Twelve applications, putting myself through the training programme." Anna's family were not on the breadline, but certainly did not have the cash to buy her a passage. She resented that sort of science cadet as much as Brown. She guessed her appearance - long russet hair, tied back for space travel and a gym-honed body obvious in shipboard clothes could suggest wealth. She just made good use of the academy's facilities.

"If you say so, but it's usually the wealthy daddy's girls who get this slot, usually not competent enough to earn a place on a proper scientific survey. You look just like them."

"Well, I'm not. Since reassignment of funds, there's been no surveys in the Ysanis sector, and that's my area of interest."

"I'm not surprised. You've either got grassland planets with nothing but grass, or the barren rocks packed full of minerals."

"The whole reason why you, these commercial flights, go there. However, it does not have to be exotic creatures to interest science. Grasses can be important too. It was this run or nothing, and this was tough enough to get aboard."

Brown laughed lightly. "If you say so. In the past they seem to have been happy enough to have science cadets aboard." He rolled up the collar of Anna's grey shipboard fatigues.

"Well it seemed like that." Anna wanted the last word, but as she thought about it. She had spent a while checking with commercial companies who flew to the Ysanis sector, none had wanted her taking up valuable crew space. Geo-Corp had come to her, saying that they had a flight going to the sector, though it was not listed on their usual scheduled trips. Anna had not thought about it she was just glad of a berth. So here she was aboard the good ship 'Masarel'.

"Well as long as you do not get bored on the flight and cause trouble with the crew. I know what you young ladies can stir up."

"You don't have to worry, I've stacks of work, reading, note taking. You'll not see me much."

"Right." Brown said. "That's the last I need of you for now. I'll check again when we reach our destination."

Anna nodded. She always thought Brown looked a little suspect, but she guessed para-medic on a freighter was hardly the most glamorous of careers and he seemed to be efficient enough. She left the medical bay and headed back to her cabin. It was small but she was glad she had it to herself rather than having to share with a crew member, even the female staff aboard were generally rough types who she doubted she would find much in common. Anna lay back on her bunk and pulled out her reader, she keyed up the Sunali article she had downloaded before setting off and began perusing it. However, soon the drone of the ship's engines and the stuff atmosphere you always found on board commercial flights lulled her asleep.

Anna woke suddenly. The red alarm panel set into the wall by her head was flashing and she could hear the shriek echoing in her room, the corridor outside, all around her. Her conditioning made her jump to her feet. She grabbed her electronic notebook and reader and jammed them into her fatigue pockets. She hurried to the door. The corridor outside was deserted. She had no idea what had caused the alert, but knew it had to be serious to warrant the red flash. She headed towards the bridge. As she approached the first internal lock, Brown and the commercial officer, Liz Mellor came through. Brown caught her in his arms.

"We're holed." Mellor bellowed. "To the escape pods."

Anna's mind rushed, she tried to drag up the basic training she had received about what to do if the ship was hit by a meteor or other space debris. It was a rare occurrence these days, but as was now being proved to her, remained a real risk.

"Where is it? Are the others alright?"

"It's up top." Brown said. "Come on, there's no time, we've got to get out before the pressure drops." Brown said, almost dragging her back the way she had come. As if to emphasise his point the internal airlock slammed closed behind him, to protect the air in their section of corridor.

Anna needed no further warning. She twisted out of Brown's grip and began running along the corridor, passing her cabin and covering the distance to the nearest escape pods in a matter of seconds. Now her training was kicking in and she did not hesitate to look back. She knew Brown and Liz were experienced enough to get themselves off safely. Anna slid down the short chute into the pod, and its door sealed immediately behind her. Sensing a life inside it, the pod began its brief countdown, powering up to eject from the damaged freighter. Anna breathed deeply, trying to keep calm as she strapped herself in. Then there was the sudden pressure and she knew the pod was launching itself clear of the freighter. She reached forward to make the viewing portal clear. As the pod span away from the ship she caught a glimpse of it. Even from here she could see the flashing alarm lights. However, the ship hung there peacefully, with no sign of debris around it.

The escape pod span, showing the planet towards which she guessed it was heading. It looked curious, some clouds, some green, some water. She had no idea, but she guessed they must been on the edge of the Ysanis sector and this was one of the grassland planets like Verda-3. At least the air would be breathable. She was going to get to explore it first hand, but not in the way she had ever expected. The pod kept spinning and she caught sight of the 'Masarel' again. There was no sign of other escape pods shooting away from its hulk and however much she disliked Brown, Mellor, Ng, Svenson and the others, she did hope they had been able to get away.

Suddenly there was a jolt and Anna knew she had reached the planet's atmosphere. Now all she could see was the gases rushing past her and the glow of the heat on the shield that guarded the whole pod from simply melting. She opaqued the viewing portal and sat praying like she had never done before. The bumping of the atmosphere as the pod crashed through it seemed endless, but then it stopped. With an atmosphere, Anna guessed parachutes would be opening above her, slowing the pod's fall. The gentle sway as it fell through the planet's sky soothed her. Now Anna felt excitement. This was the first time she had been on another planet, one light years from her home. Now she eagerly prayed she would land in the grasslands rather than splashdown in the sea. It would be so frustrating to spend the hours waiting to be rescued just looking out over an expanse of water, with no sign of life, even plant life, visible.

As the pod bumped on to the planet's surface Anna almost yelped with pleasure. The pod slowly rocked and sat upright. It was designed to make the escapee's position as comfortable as possible. It could have easily landed on an airless moon or a planet with an acid atmosphere and it was no fun sitting out time waiting to be rescued unable to leave an escape pod that had landed the wrong way up. Anna sat for a few moments as he body adjusted to the end of the falling. Eagerly she switched on the environment gauges, to check what it was like outside. She reached to clear the viewing portal. It was dark outside, she had landed on the side of the planet in night. She switched on the small exterior light. It showed up what looked like a clearing in quite dense jungle. Not the grasslands she had hoped for, but no doubt interesting enough. Suddenly the pod was rocked, but then Anna realised it was one of the small satellites being launched from it. Now her position was established it would orbit the planet attracting rescue ships to her.

Now the pod was quiet again Anna looked at the environmental detail. The gauges showed her the exterior temperature. It was warm, particularly for the night time. She supposed that was better than freezing in some polar-like region. The air was a breathable mixture, but the gauge flashed her a warning that it was thick with different pollens, and organic chemicals, that would make breathing difficult. She checked to see that the pod had a suit and breathing apparatus. It did, meaning she could venture out when daylight came. She had no idea how long the night was on this planet, but she just hoped that the rescue team would not arrive before she could explore it even just a little.

Anna pressed herself up against the viewing portal. She was sure there was movement out there. She switched on the audio pick-ups and the pod was filled with the sounds of the jungle outside. She could hear a sound like a violin out of tune, at first it seemed unnerving, but as it seemed to come closer, Anna came to like it. She turned up the volume on the audio pick-up, listening intently, wanting to hear more of the sound, she pressed her electronic notebook to the speaker to record the sound. Then she heard another call, pitched just a little lower, and then a couple more. Anna realised there must be a clutch of the creatures out there. She was intrigued what they were like. Something began to tell her she should leave the pod now and explore, not wait to the morning. Then there was a thump on the roof of the pod. Anna jumped back in surprise, but there was nowhere to escape. She snapped off the pick-up and sat in the silence of the pod, realising that she was panting. She sat back in her seat and cautiously looked through the portal. Then a face appeared and Anna almost shrieked in surprise. All she could really make out was a snub nose pressed against the portal, and the deepest green eyes she had seen. They were almond-shaped and had a liquid quality about them, that stopped her looking away from them. Then the face was gone. Anna opaqued the viewing portal and hoped that the creatures would leave her in peace. She pulled up some soothing music from her reader and lay back trying to get some sleep.

Anna awoke with slowly. She stretched out her lithe body lazily. She felt hot and her fatigues seemed itchy. She was not surprised she had been in them far longer than a ship's day. She realised she had not washed either. She licked her hand and started dabbing at her face to clean it. Slowly her dreams came back to her. At first all she could remember was her cat, Molly, back home, and herself stroking her repeatedly. Those were comforting thoughts, and she was glad of them, but she realised she did not feel homesick, nor that she was really missing Molly, she remembered the dreams had moved on, and as she did, she felt a thrill course through her, as her mind unearthed the erotic thoughts she had had. Anna felt her nipples tingle and her snatch run wet. She shook her head to snap out of it. This was no time for erotic daydreams. She realised she was hungry and pulled open the little store cupboard by her head. The rations were not much, but she soon pulled open the milk substitute with her sharp nails and lapped at it with her tongue, stretching it into the corners of the pack. She soon demolished the ersatz-meat pack too. She felt full now and wanted to doze, but she told herself that there was work to do.

Anna checked the environmental gauges, the temperature was a little warmer, and her guess was confirmed when she cleared the viewing portal, day was breaking. Anna gazed out across the clearing. She could now see that it was a jungle. That confused her, she did not remember Verda-3 or any of its neighbours having anything thicker than scrub woodland, but then again, to find out more about the planets was why she had come on the trip. She pressed her face to the portal turning through different angles trying to get as wide a view of the clearing as possible. She realised what she was looking for was the sign of one of the creatures she had heard the previous night. Maybe they were nocturnal. She could see clawed tracks on the clearing floor, but was disappointed that she could not see or hear them. Anna flicked on the audio again but the only sounds seemed like birds and insects. A voice inside her head told her she should get out there and explore before the opportunity passed, but Anna was too well trained to leap out onto an unknown planet. The creatures might be dangerous, she told herself, but somehow she knew they were not.

Anna suppressed her curiosity for the moment, and went through the standard escape pod routine. A small red light was flashing on the panel. Anna felt a moment of alarm, as she realised that it indicated that the oxygen tanks on board were empty. She wondered how long ago they had run out. She wondered if she would suffocate from lack of air, stuck in this pod. Then she realised that the pod had shifted to bringing in air from outside a few hours back, she remembered it was breathable, and the pod's system was filtering out the pollen from it. That reassured her. She reduced the filtering a bit and the pod was filled with the most wonderful scent. Anna breathed deeply. She saw that the filtering had not been too effective as a fine crimson dust seemed to cover everything in the pod. It seemed to do no harm. She put a little on her finger and sucked it, it tasted like mulled wine and left a tingle on her tongue.

Anna forgot what she had been doing. She felt terribly warm now, and her fatigues were itchy. There was no point in being uncomfortable, there was no-one to see her down here. She slipped off her boots, and noticed her toenails had shredded her socks. She threw them away too. Then she slipped out of the fatigues, feeling like she was shedding her skin. Her bra felt very tight. and she took it off. Feeling a bit more comfortable, Anna reached over and switched on the recording she had made the previous night. As the sounds filled the pod, Anna felt a sharp thrill and she quivered. She reached over to start making notes, but gave up, she preferred now to lean back and listen to the sounds. As she did the dreams came back to her.

Again Anna felt her pussy wet and now there was little to stop her stroking it. Her panties just got in the way and she easily cut through them with her fingernails, allowing herself lazily to stroke her sex whilst her other hand teased her erect nipples. Anna sat up on her hands and knees, somehow wanting weight on her, thrusting firm meat into her from behind. That was when she noticed the hairs that seemed to be appearing all over her body. Tentatively she stroked some, and felt a burst of excitement as a reward. Something told her the changes were good, and the sooner she yielded to them, the sooner they could take hold. Anna gazed at the russet hair that seemed to be covering her, with long dark stripes amongst it stretching around from her back.

The sight aroused a memory within her. She shook off her lethargy and hurried to her electronic reader. It was difficult to operate the buttons, but she was able to pull up what she wanted, details on known feline creatures. She could hardly believe it when details of the catwomen of Arouz appeared. The small three-dimensional projection showed the face of a creature like the one she had seen through the portal. She gulped as she noticed the characteristic tiger-stripes in its reddish-brown fur. Quickly she scanned the notes, the details about the powerful pheromones, the strong sexual drive, the way they could control humans by the calls, their movements, their milk, and then at the bottom, the possible impact of a human woman breathing the atmosphere of Arouz itself. Questions ran through her mind. She doubted there could be another planet with such characteristics, but how had she come to Arouz? It was light years from Ysanis.

Suddenly there was a jolt, Anna jumped back uttering a shriek which seemed alien to her ears. She gazed through the portal and saw the liquid green eyes peering in. Her recording had stopped but still she could hear the sound, what she knew now to be the call of a catwoman. Her whole body shuddered as realised the implications of what was happening to her, how she had helped it by breathing in the pollen, tasting it, stroking it into her muff. The call came again, almost impatient. Anna tried to speak, to shout at the creature, but the sounds that came out were no longer those of a human. She padded to the portal, knowing it could not see her, but knowing too that it could sense that one of its kind was inside. Anna could not look away and gazed at the catwoman. It was lithe and its fur was a golden shade, streaked with the characteristic stripes. It had stepped back into the clearing and was gyrating its shapely body provocatively.

Anna tried to calm herself, if she concentrated then maybe she could reverse the process. Awkwardly she opaqued the portal, and was startled by the reflection she saw. For a moment she thought the catwoman was still looking in, but she realised that the almond shaped green eyes were her own.

Anna looked down at her naked body and saw that soft russet fur coated her all over and seemed to be thickening into a luxuriant pelt as she watched. Anna realised there was nothing she could do, but as the fact dawned on her, she welcomed it, her mind was already becoming that of a catwoman, sexually charged, delighting in her body. Anna's mind gave up the fight and the last human thoughts she would ever had slipped away. She mewed as her feline hands fumbled to open the catch and the pod door opened with a sigh. She sprang out into the clearing, breathing deeply the atmosphere of her planet.

The golden-haired catwoman leapt towards her, pleased that the russet catwoman she had scented was free of the alien structure. She lapped the russet one's labia as a welcome, matching her mews, her purrs stroke for stroke. The russet catwoman lay back lazily, shuddering with orgasm, running her paw like hands over her firm breasts. Panting heavily, her fine fur matted with sweat and sexual juice she pinned the golden haired one on her back and proceeded to lick and tease her nipples whilst stroking her own insatiable sex.


Chapter 2
"There she is. You can see from her tracker." Brown said, pointing to a view of Arouz's surface.

"Finally out of the pod."

"Do you think she has changed fully yet?" Mellor asked.

"I think so. Look at this heat trace, it looks like she's having fun with one of the locals." Brown indicated another screen. "If she was out in her suit, then she'd be moving around more. Even if she was they'd probably have shredded it by now. Time to get the crawler." Brown reached over to the communicator. "Hernandez, Daly, get down to the crawler, we're ready to pick up the latest consignment. Get Franklin to go with you, it'll be her first trip down, she needs the experience."

"Right. I'll get ready." Liz Mellor said.

"There's no need for you to come down. There's always hazards on Arouz, I wouldn't want you to come back with a furry muff, I wouldn't get my bonus." Mellor laughed. "I don't think you have to worry about that, and anyway, I'm the only one allowed to use the controller, you know it's top secret to Geo-Corp, we don't want some greedy para-medic selling our knowledge to the highest bidder."

"Okay. I'll see you at the crawler in five."

The shuttle touched down on a hill where there had been a landslip, leaving space clear of jungle for it to get in. As the engines fell silent, a ramp began lowering from the rear of the craft and within minutes a bulldozer-like vehicle was rolling down it and out into the jungle.

"Keep following the bleep, Hernandez." Mellor ordered.

"Okay, I hope she stays put, there's no way we could catch a catwoman in this slow thing."

"Well there's no way we're going out there. There's still parties to this planet that have never been found. You know all the stories: catwomen with dogtags and a harem of human men to service them."

Hernandez laughed, he knew the stories. He knew too that this run paid him well. Enough in a couple of trips to buy him that bar he wanted. He kept his on the jungle breaking in front of the crawler.

"How far away is she?" Brown asked as he came up to the front.

"No more than a click-and-a-half. As a new catwoman, I think she'll be too busy to run off just yet, probably not ever. Anyway with this, she'll soon be running to us." Mellor patted the controller attached to her belt.

The russet catwoman let the golden-haired one gently stroke her now sensitive nipples and run her claws tantalisingly across her taut belly and down between her firm thighs. Life was orgasm, life was pleasure and she had an appetite for much more before the sun set. She mewed her pleasure, her body quivering at the deep sound coming from the other, and the pheromone scent that wafted across her sensitive nose as she moved around her.

Suddenly a voice came into her head, and she snapped back. Her arousal faded and she fell silent. Something was commanding her to stay where she was and to await collection. She froze, oblivious to anything else except the orders in her head.

Realising that something had changed the golden-haired catwoman pulled her head away. She pricked her ears and sniffed the breeze. There was something strange and large approaching. There was danger to stay her. She tugged at the fur of her partner, but she seemed distracted, unaware of what was going on around her. The golden-hair was loath to leave her, and nibbled and prodded the other into action. However, as the crawler crashed through the foliage on the far edge of the clearing, she knew she had to get away. She ran to the shadows and watched for a moment before disappearing into the undergrowth.

"There she is." Mellor pointed through the windscreen to the russet catwoman sat unmoving in the centre of the clearing. "Franklin? Are you ready?"

Franklin nodded. She was already clothed in an old-fashioned heavy duty spacesuit which would protect from the effects of Arouz's atmosphere.

"Phaser ready?"

Franklin nodded again, lifting it up to show.

"Good, only use it if you have to. She should walk right in, but we might need you as door gunner. To your post."

Franklin walked through the airlock into the cargo part of the crawler. The door to the containment box was already open ready for this catwoman. The crawler had stopped.

"Franklin?" Mellor's voice came in her helmet.

"Yes."

"We're ready."

Susan Franklin went through the larger airlock out on to the planet's surface. It was the first time for her on a planet outside her own solar system. Eagerly she scanned around. The visor of her helmet was soon covered with the pollen that Arouz was famous for, but she could see the creature coming towards her. It looked drugged, its deep green eyes looked blank. Franklin knew it must be the controller that Mellor had said had been injected into the creature, how they got it there Franklin had no idea.

She looked at the creature. It was a humanoid, but feline, one of the legendary catwomen. At first Franklin saw it as just another curiosity but as she looked closer she realised it was truly beautiful. She envied the sleek but strong body, the soft reddy fur that swayed in the breeze, the shapely breasts. Dressed in her heavy spacesuit and her ship fatigues below it, Franklin was jealous of the catwoman, able to walk naked and unashamed on this vibrant planet. The catwoman passed her and stepped into the airlock as if in a daze.

Franklin scanned the clearing, and caught sight of movement on the fringes, the flash of green light here and there. She took a few steps forward. She felt the urge to see the eyes, she knew their eyes were green, close up. Then she heard the sound, the long melodic violin-like sound that penetrated deep into her. The sound told her it was so easy for her to join them, to ease out of the cumbersome clothes, to let the planet change her, to let herself run free and enjoy the infinite pleasure just waiting for her.

"Franklin?" The voice came in her helmet. "She's in, back in the crawler, we're leaving."

Franklin shook her head and edged cautiously back to the airlock, unwilling to turn her back on the gathering catwomen, desperate to be able to see glimpses of them for as long as she could. In moments though she was back in the cargo bay.

Mellor was in a simple face-covering breathing apparatus, standing over the containment box pointing her controller at it. Franklin guessed the catwoman was inside.

"Well done. Get up in the cab. Don't strip off until you're in there. She'll be flooding the place with pheromones and we don't want anyone getting excited."

"Yes, ma'am." Franklin said and walked into the second airlock. She gazed through the glass at Mellor, knowing she had to see the beautiful catwoman again.

Franklin's head snapped forward. Her hand reached for her phaser, then she realised where she was. She had fallen asleep. She felt a tingle in her crotch and realised her dreams had been erotic. She tried to remember them, but the only fragment that she could recall had her running on to the surface of a planet. Not too much of a strange dream for a ship's security guard, but she did not want to admit why it had excited her, that the planet had been Arouz and she had been naked.

By routine her eyes scanned the security screens in front of her showing different parts of the ship. As had become habit her eyes lingered on the one showing the cell holding the catwoman. The controlling implant mean she was just slumped on the floor, her eroticism curbed. Only occasionally would she scratch at the fur of her neck. Franklin studied the shapely feline body, and looked down at herself. She worked out, she was not in bad shape, she was sure if she stood beside the catwoman, who she had named Cassie, she would not look too bad in comparison. However, she still envied the way she could move with such assurance even when subdued by the controller. Franklin wondered what she would look like unfettered, free to behave how she wished.

There was a buzz behind her and the door slid open. It was Wallace, the ship's cook.

"Don't stare too hard, you'll wear out the screen." The fat man joked. "It's dinner time." He put the tray on the desk in front of Franklin.

"Thanks." Franklin said reaching for a couple of fries. "Still not moving?"

"No, not yet. You never know with this bucket. I've seen the tech guys on their rounds, so it might be some engine fault or something in guidance, or knowing what they get up to, we might be waiting for a rendezvous with some kind of dealer."

"Right."

"Well, smile, you're still getting paid."

"I suppose so."

"She's a beauty." Wallace nodded to the screen showing the catwoman.

"Certainly is. I've called her Cassie."

Wallace laughed. "I think you'll find her name was Anna."

"Anna. Who named her that?"

"Her folks I guess."

"You're having me on."

"No," Wallace face looked more serious, "if you look hard enough I'm sure you'll find she's not always been a catwoman."

"That's just stories for late night porn movies."

"Well maybe, maybe it's truth too. I've done a few of these trips, and it always seems there's some emergency as soon as we drop out of hyper-drive. Do you remember the alarm test a couple of days back?"

"Yes. Standard practice I thought."

"But always round the same planet? And they always send off one of the escape pods to test too."

"I suppose that's less common."

"Well this time I know someone's missing. I saw her coming on board when we set off, but she's not here now, well not in her cabin, maybe in that containing room there." He nodded to the screen.

"Well, who was she?"

"Have you seen the science officer recently?"

"What? On a freighter?"

"It's pretty common these days I hear."

Franklin glanced back at the catwoman, she could not believe that the creature had ever been human, but then again if Mellor could control it through a small box, what else could she and Geo-Corp do?

"Anyway, I'm too busy to think over such things, but it might keep you entertained whilst on duty."

"Thanks." Franklin said. Wallace just winked a reply. In moments he was gone.

Franklin wolfed down her dinner, and began typing at the keyboard. In minutes she had up all the details that the ship's databanks could provide on Arouz. She honed it down to catwomen. She read as it explained how the planet's atmosphere could interact with the genetic make-up of humans and change them into a creature more suited for the planet. Franklin watched enthralled as a vid clip ran showing the scientist's impression of a naked woman becoming a panting, highly aroused catwoman. So the experts seemed to think it was possible, but did that mean Cassie had once been human or was she just one of the originals.

Franklin watched the vid run again, it seemed to stir up some memory within her. She realised she was stroking her muff, eager to tease her clit as the dreams came back to her. She disciplined herself and instead turned to the ship's personnel files. As a security officer she had easy access. There was no science officer listed among the Maserel's staff, but then she went back to the embarkation clearance when they left the spaceport. There she was: Anna Jenson, her face clear to see. Urgently Franklin stabbed at the keyboard in front of her, pulling up a still picture of the catwoman and sticking Anna's beside it. She looked at them, the large green almond eyes and tiger-striped face seemed a million miles from the fresh-faced science officer. Then she had an idea and fed in the vid clip she had seen. It took a few moments for the picture to adjust but then she saw it, the face of Anna Jenson morphing into that of Cassie. Franklin sat back with a jolt as the image cycled through the sequence and she knew it replicated her dream. She closed her eyes and saw herself looking down into a pool of water, her reflection slowly changing as her eyes widened, becoming catlike and a deep green, the bright red of her hair was soon repeated in her face's fur and tiger-striped. Franklin's snatch ran wet as she remembered the final stages as she became a catwoman, and purred her pleasure, looking down at her sexy feline body being lapped by pointed tongue of the russet-furred catwoman she knew - Cassie.

Franklin woke again. She was glad no-one was checking up on her. She realised that she felt as if she had had a heavy night of passion. Her body was covered in cold sweat, her hair was matted and her sex still felt engorged and wet. As always she scanned the monitor screens. Cassie seemed to be moving much more now, pacing up and down the containment cell. A couple of things glinted on the floor, and Franklin directed the camera to zoom in on them. One appeared to be the standard tracker that all space travellers had implanted when they set out, the other something similar, and Franklin had no doubts it was the controller. Somehow the catwoman's body had rejected them, pushing the unwanted invaders out of her. Then Franklin realised, if Cassie had had a standard tracker, she must have once been a human. She shuddered as it became clear that all Wallace's hints and her own fantasies. Franklin's whole body burned as it knew that even her dreams could become reality.

Franklin got up from the chair and drank the last of her cold coffee. She shook herself: her thoughts were foolish, just those of a bored security officer on a quiet shift. However, she told herself that the prisoner needed to be seen to. From what she had read she knew that a catwoman free of her control implant could be a hazard to the whole ship. Anyway, if Dacre, her boss turned up, she could say she had to patrol a bit, that was nothing usual for someone in security. In minutes she was outside the containment cell. As she approached the door, Cassie's face appeared in small window. As her green eyes locked on Franklin's she could not look away, and now rather than just looking in, she unlocked the door without hesitating. Franklin stepped inside, the air was heavy with the pheromones Cassie had been exuding and in moments they had penetrated deep into Franklin, stripping her of her free will.

Cassie was dancing erotically and Franklin could not take her gaze from her juicy crotch. She walked forward blankly, hypnotised by the catwoman's movements. She lowered herself to the floor and crawled knowing that nothing could stop her tongue worshipping at her mistress's snatch. Cassie grasped Franklin's head and pulled her already probing tongue deep into her. Deprived of sex for so long, Cassie let go a reverberating howl that shook right through Franklin's body stripping away any remaining inhibitions. Her whole world was serving her feline goddess. Everything she could taste, everything she breathed in was full of the catwoman's flavour. Franklin ached to be naked, to be running her body over Cassie's fur. Cassie knew her pet's urge and with her sharp claws shredded through her fatigues with deft movements, and stripped away her underwear in moments.

Franklin kept up her lapping, eager to please her mistress and Cassie slid into another orgasm, purr and shuddering with pleasure. As it subsided she stroked her human pet, reaching for her sodden muff and her rigid clit. Franklin gave out deep groans as Cassie's soft fur stroked across her sex and her tongue teased her hard nipples. Franklin had lost the power of speech, now all that came were animal sounds of her delight. Cassie guided Franklin's mouth to one of her breasts and let her drink deep of the creamy milk it oozed, knowing it sealed the human female to her. Franklin's own thoughts were pushed aside, all she knew now was sex, food, sleep and obedience.

A human lacks the stamina of a catwoman and soon Franklin's body gave way. She slumped to the floor, her mind just a cloud of scent, light and sound, she was Cassie's entirely. As she caught her breath, Franklin knew she had other tasks. Cassie was over by the door which was ajar. Franklin knew that only she could get her mistress back to where she belonged: Arouz. Her fogged brain had no recollection of what that would mean for herself, for the moment it was focused on practicalities. Even so dazed she knew she could not launch the shuttle herself. However, she remembered the escape pods and a sense of urgency came into her, they had to get away before the ship left Arouz's orbit. She moved to the door, oblivious to her nakedness and the sexual juice which streaked her legs.

"Come." Franklin said, her voice toneless like that of a robot. She led Cassie into the corridor and the short way to where escape hatches lined the outer wall of the corridor. She soon had a hatch open. Cassie needed no directing to slide down inside. Franklin hesitated, uncertain if she was worthy to travel with the goddess, but Cassie stretched her lithe body up, tugging Franklin into the escape pod with both hands. She knew that if they returned to Arouz, it would not be long before Franklin ceased being her human puppet and became her catwoman lover. The escape pod door closed. There was now no going back. In moments the pod had counted down and launched away from the ship. Franklin was oblivious as she resumed stroking her mistress back to ecstasy.

Franklin clambered awkwardly from where the pod had crashed into the dense jungle of a hill. As she scrambled free, it shifted and rolled crashing through the undergrowth before splashing into a deep, leaf-filled pool at the foot of the hill, rapidly sinking from sight. Franklin caught her breath, she wanted to cough, but as she breathed more of the heavy atmosphere it seemed to become easier. She felt a tingle all over her, and her eyes seemed to adjust to make out the subtleties of the jungle more easily. She walked the short way to where Cassie was lounging in shafts of sunlight that penetrated the jungle cover. The russet catwoman was licking herself clean looking up at the changes her partner was going through. Franklin's mind was a jumble, she felt herself breaking free of her subservience to Cassie, but it did not mean a return to her previous ways of thinking. She tried to speak, but no human sound would come. Hearing the sounds, the russet one seemed to smile. The red-haired catwoman rushed to a pool a short distance away and curiously gazed into it as her liquid green eyes finished fully assuming their feline form and her red fur, now a tiger-striped pelt stopped its growth. The russet-haired catwoman mewed loudly, her call was answered by her red-furred mate. They sprang together, rolling over and over as their fingers, tongues and bodies sought to feed the sexual hunger that all catwomen feel.