Sex-Crazed Alien Cat-Girl from the 69th Dimension

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Just beyond the orbit of Saturn, there is a brief flash of light in the void. Where once was just the cold empty vacuum of space and a few stray particles of ice and dust, now a slender conical object slowly turns. Its silvery-blue hull is nearly black, reflecting little of the light from the sun that strikes it. The vessel from outside looks silent... almost eeriely serene, against the backdrop of stars, but within... things are much different.

[ Emergency --- Spatial jump malfunction --- Powercore overload in progress --- Emergency ] came the voice of the ships AI computer, its calm masculine tone seeming a ludicrous parody to the actual urgency of the situation onboard the spaceship.

The pilot of the ship moved her hands in a flurry over the command control gems - multifaceted glowing crystalline sensors that read her movements and translated them into ship instructions. "Spatial jump malfunction?" she queried, her ears twitching nervously. The jumpdrive was a tried and tested device, and such and error in spatial jumping was virtually unheard of, relegated to whispered spacefarer bar tales.

[ Current Location: Unknown --- Powercore overload in progress --- Emergency ]

"Location unknown?" she murmured in disbelief, though the current overload was a far more immediate concern, as she continued to fight to shut down the drive core. The Katari Empire had charted the whole of their galaxy, and the jump drive didn't have the range to carry the ship more than a tenth of the distance across it. "How is that possible?" she asked, still working feverishly in an attempt to contain the mounting powercore problem, which she began to sense was a losing battle.

[ Theorise: Spatial jump malfunction resulted in dimensional rift ] the computer replied in answer to Taysha's query. [ Powercore overload reaching critical --- Estimated three minutes to critical mass --- No stellar bodies in fifty light year range match with galactic map --- Emerg- ]

"Any habitable planets in rrrange of escape pod?" she interrupted desperately, adding please in her mind. Several of the command control gems had now gone dark, the glow that indicated their functioning status fading as the systems they controlled went offline.

[ Scanning --- Acknowledged: habitable planet in range of escape pod confirmed --- 20 seconds to critical mass ]

"Launch escape pod!" Taysha cried urgently. She felt the shudder of the command cabin, which doubled as the escape capsule unit, unlocked from the rest of the ship. There was a second, fiercer shudder as the escape pods thrusters kicked in for a substained burn, the computers voice acknowledging a successful launch. Please let me get out of range before the drive core blows she prayed to whatever cosmic forces that might be listening.

[ 10 seconds to critical mass ]

Taysha brought up what limited shielding there was available without the primary power core available, biting her lower lip nervously, and watched the sensor readout as the escape pod accelerated away from the impending explosion. Had she left it too late?

[ 5 seconds to critical mass ]

Please she silently mewled again.

[ Powercore critical mass reached ]

Closing her layered eyelids over her golden-green slitted pupils, she awaited the shockwave from the powercore's explosion that would shortly follow.

Nearby, in the galactic scale of things at least, upon the third world of the planatery system, whose inhabitants were unaware of the crisis occuring beyond the ringed planet... in a family home, on the midwestern coast of America...

Uncle Tim's flying Chariot

Uncle Tim

Uncle Tim stuck his index finger in his mouth to check the wind. Then he decided he should leave the garage and get into the back yard first. Yep, the wind was blowin'. Since Tim didn't have a sense of direction, he didn't know which way it was blowin'. No matter, it was a little windy. Should be perfect for the test.

The Flying Chariot was made from a broken old lawn mower and assorted parts. It was gas powered and feuled up. Uncle Tim started the motor and set the test pilot (family cat) in the makeshift seat. He checked the wind again and turned the throttle up high.

The Chariot took off. Tim was estatic; however, when the wind pushed it towards the power lines, his grin faded. The spinning blades of the Chariot cut through the power line, the cat screamed and the Chariot crashed into a tree. The cat jumped out of the ill-fated invention, scrambles down the tree and hid under the porch.

The Flying Chariot's motor continued to run for a long time, actually it ran far beyond the time it took to restore the power to the neighborhood. Tim hid in the garage, looking over his plans, wondering what had gone wrong.

Doug's Entrance

Doug walked into the garage and smiled at Uncle Tim who was looking over his plans to see what happened.

"So you blew out the neighborhood's power again, uh?" Doug laughed.

Doug walked over to Uncle Tim and sat next to him. Both of them were the odd balls of the family so the tended to hanging out together.

Tara

Tara's dressed in jeans and a black halter top, low cut and cut off right above her belly button. It exposed her navel ring and the tatoo of a black rose curling around her belly button. Her red hair is back in a loose ponytail and she is bare-footed. She's 18 and going to college in the fall.

"Hey guys, whatcha doin?" she sits on the ground next to the guys, stretching her legs straight out in front of her. "Uncle Tim, are you trying that Chariot thingy again?" she asks, noticing the plans spread out around her uncle. She raises her eyebrows as he nods, not looking up. Tara sighs and stretches back on the grass, closing her eyes.

Uncle Tim

Tim looked up from his plans and said, "Aha!". He looked at Doug and Tara. "I know what went wrong, it was the... the...", Tim 's speech stopped as his eyes fixated on Tara, lying in the grass. He could just about see her firm breasts peeking out from under her halter top. Tim leaned forward until he fell off the bench with a crash.

Tim went on talking as if nothing had happened, "the rotary compensator. Yep, that was the problem fer sure." His eyes would not meet Tara's, so he addressed Doug. "Doug all I need is a new, used lawn-mower. You can get me one, right?" His voice was high and fast, he was uncomfortable because of the tent in his trousers. "Now both of you shoo, I need to work on these plans." Tim closed the garage door once the kids were out of the garage.

Tara

Tara turned to Doug. "Damn, somebody's a slight spaz. What's his problem?" she adjusted her halter top, pulling it up slightly and exposing more of her stomach. "God, I'm so bored. I hate this town, nothing exciting ever happens here."

Doug

Doug laughed at his Uncle Tim when he didn't answer his question. But then he heard footsteps and realized that his cousin Tara had walked in to see their uncle. Doug had always thought Tara was hot. He had grown up with her and loved to hang around her. Looking at her showing off her body mezmerized him and he didn't even hear his uncle asking him a question.

"Doug all I need is a new, used lawn-mower. You can get me one, right?" Doug snapped out of his trance. "Oh yeah sure, Uncle Tim. I'm sure I can find one around here." And before Doug could say anymore, he and Tara were pushed out of the garage.

Tara turned to Doug. "Damn, somebody's a slight spaz. What's his problem?" she adjusted her halter top, pulling it up slightly and exposing more of her stomach. "God, I'm so bored. I hate this town, nothing exciting ever happens here."

Doug turn back to her and smiled. "He's just really involved in his project is all." Doug watched as she adjusted herself infront of him and continued talking. " But, uh, I agree that nothing happens in this town. We don't even have a good place to hang out."

Uncle Tim

Great, thought Tim, What kind of Uncle am I anyway, excited by my own Neice. Hell, that vixen would excite anyone, man or woman. But, what can I do about it? Have to do the usual, I suppose.

Tim opened a locked drawer and pulled out some pics he had taken in secret. They showed Tara in various undressed conditions. They were apparently taken of her in her room.

Tim set them up on the workbench. He pulled out his partially erect cock and paid homage to his neice by stroking it into full erection. He concentrated on a picture of her taking off that same halter top. Her ass was bare and her tits jutted out appealingly.
He stroked his raging erection, his thigh leaning against the work bench.

As his hand sped up to a blur, a knocking sound was heard from the vibrating bench. The knocking speeded up until he came with a gasp and shot his cum all over his tools. He blushed as he put away the pictures and cleaned up his mess. Gotta invent something to take care of that, he reasoned.

Tara

"Come on," Tara said to her cousin. "Let's go see if Uncle Tim will take us somewhere. He needs to get away from this chariot thing." she grabbed him by the hand and slung his arm over her shoulder, dragging him through the house around to the garage door. She knocked lightly on the door and listened. She thought she heard a slight groan and a scuffling. She knocked again, a little louder and faster before he opened the door. She leaned against the doorway smiling slightly at him, eyebrows raised. "Whatcha doin?" she asked him.

His sheepish gaze ticked from her to Doug and back to her. "Erm...eh...nothing." He looked down at his feet and Tara laughed lightly.

"Hey, Tim. You need to get out of the house. Me and Doug are bored. How about we all go to get ice cream or something?" she licked her lips. "It's kinda hot and we really don't have anything. So...? Come on, it'll be fun!" she grinned at him, green eyes sparkling excitedly.

OOC: Sorry, I won't be able to post tonight but I'll be back on Saturday

Uncle Tim

OOC: No problem Tara, we'll just eat your ice cream. Ha Ha

Taysha eyes fluttered open, and she gently shook her head in an attempt to clear the headache as she came to. The shockwave must have hit hard, she thought groggily, regarding the flashing sensor data and system alarms. Excess hull plating and now-defunt equipment had been dumped, the remainder of the escape-capsule now reduced to a shortened squat cone.

"Update situation," she said, as she corrected the few control errors.

[ Course plotted to third planet of solar system --- Scan of planet has revealed an indigenous sentient lifeform -- Technology level rated minus thirty-six ]

Taysha regarded the display that lit up before her eyes, and frowned. Thirty-six centuries, at least, behind the Katarian Empires level of technology.

"So much for getting back to my own dimension, then," she spoke out loud, slumping back in the well-padded seat. "Define indigenous lifeforms."

[ Receiving transmissions -- Translating signals -- Coming up on main display now ]

Taysha sat up again, watching on the display flicked through numerous pictures, which appeared to be broadcasts for planetary news events, sports, music, and other strange transmissions which seemed to be forms of entertainment. The planets sentient populance appeared much like her own, save of course for odd looking, rounded ears low on the sides of the head, and a lack of a tail. Disguise didn't seem to be too difficult a proposition if required, though the sheer number of garments that seemed to be worn in mundane public was somewhat distasteful to her...

Taysha's eyes widened and a smile spread across her lips, as the computer continued to flick through a seemingly unending number of transmission displays. "Pause... go back..." she instructed, "... there, hold on that one. Mmmmmmm."

She watched the display with somewhat renewed interest. "Playboy TV" she mused, "well at least they seem to have some intriguing sexual rituals. If I have to stay on such a backward world in this dimension, maybe it won't be prove to be such a total bore."

[ Indigenous sentient species appears to have evolved from simian mammals ]

"Simian? They're monkeys?" she said, then laughed. Such animals in her own dimension usually small, furry things which were kept as domesticated pets, and no planet had ever to her knowledge produced a sentient form of such a creature. The idea was quite ridiculous.

[ Entering planetary atmosphere -- Planetary sensor network avoided -- Kinetic dampeners activated -- Landfall in 46 seconds ]

Taysha braced herself again as the escape-capsule plunged through the thickening atmosphere of the world which might well prove to be her new home.

The silvery capsule comes down through the sky, both it and its short trail obscured by a holographic cloaking system. Another hidden flare of thrusters slows its descent, but when it finally hits the surface, a plume of water erupts from the pool behind the family home, as the escape capsule settles on the tiled bottom.

Doug

Doug was caught of guard when his cousin begn dragging him back to the garage. The smirk on her face when we heard groans coming from the garage. I started to turn and leave but Tara grabbed my arm and we walked in.

"Hey, Tim. You need to get out of the house. Me and Doug are bored. How about we all go to get ice cream or something?" she licked her lips. "It's kinda hot and we really don't have anything. So...? Come on, it'll be fun!" she grinned at him, green eyes sparkling excitedly.

But before he could answer, a loud splash from our pool took us all by surprise. "I'm going to go see what's going on." I took off to our backyard, Tara and Uncle Tim followed. What we saw put us all in shock.

To the pool

Uncle Tim

Tim ran to the backyard behind Tara and Doug, protesting his innosence. "I did'nt do it! The Flying, ummm, crashing Chariot landed over there in the rose garden. I didn't do it!" He looked into the in-ground pool, confused by what he saw. "It doesn't even look like the Chariot.", he pointed out, "It will make swimming difficult though."

[ Landfall achieved -- Gravitation field 1.06 -- Scanning immediate surroundings ]

Taysha removed the kinetic harness and rose easily to her feet within the capsule. The difference in gravity was barely noticeable.

[ Escape Capsule partially submerged in water - no harmful toxins or bio-organsisms detected -- Temperature nominal -- Area is lightly populated -- Few electrical signals detected -- Ready to open hatch ]

"Open," she instructed. The hatch slid open, though a force barrier - which she could safely pass through from inside - kept out the water in the pool.

Bracing herself, she dove through the opening into the warm water. Moments later, she broke the surface, and spied a rung of steps nearby. A swimming pool, she reasoned, not unlike some she had seen in the past - though it was small in comparison.

Climbing out of the water, she turned to see three of the worlds 'indigenous sentients' nearby - all staring at her. Two were male, one apparently the eldest of the three.

Taysha tried to adopt a pleasant smile, and watched them carefully, whilst rivulets of water ran down her lightly-tanned, hairless smooth skin and over the silvery-grey garment she wore. Her hair - or perhaps mane - was a deep blue, which matched the fur on the backs of her ears and that upon her tail.

It was a once-piece outfit, though it covered little. From the front, it cupped her ample breasts from the sides and barely covered her nipples, which were still quite apparent beneath the nearly skin-tight material. It joined at the back just above her well-rounded buttocks, from where - with a hole for her softly swishing tail - it circled round once more to the front between her legs to conceal her loins.

The material was kept in place by a special dermal-bonding energy field, and all in all it did more to attract attention to Taysha's more sexual area's than to conceal them from view.

Recalling what seemed to be a common form of greeting from the broadcasts she had observed briefly before her arrival, she waved her right hand in the air, fingers splayed and palm forward towards the three humans.

Uncle Tim

Tim was stunned when the 'girl' climbed out of the pool and waved to them. He was equally stunned at her outfit. It looked like something out of a SciFi porn move (not that he had seen any). The outfit framed her full breasts and didn't cover much else of her smooth, sexy body. And he couldn't help but notice the tail poking out from in between her legs.

He stepped forward and raised his hand in a poor imitation of the Vulcan open hand guesture. "Live long and Prosper and welcome to Earth", he announced. She looked down at his one-gun-salute, he had grown instantly hard when he saw her climb out of the pool. He noticed the direction of her stare and blushed a deep red.

Tim stammed ahead with his introductions, "I am Tim Conwry and this is my Neice, Tara, and my Nephew, Doug." He moved his arm back to show the 'girl' who he was talking about.

Tim waited for someone else to say something, his hard cock still saluting the visitor.

Gwen Lucas

OOC:
Gwen has long blond hair with ice blue eyes. Her eyes always seem to sparkle when she is happy, but everyone in the family knows when to stay away from her. When her eyes turn to a dim blue or gray…everyone stay away. She is pretty short at 5 foot nothing. She is 150 with a 36C breast size. Her husband is the love of her life. She does anything and everything for him…yes I mean ANYTHING and EVERYTHING. That was the only reason that she had gone to get a job at the local strip joint. She never thought that she was good enough for something like that, but he talked her into it. With the tips and pay that she brings home and with his job….they have a pretty good living.

IC:
It was a beautiful sunny day. The one day that I could actually just laze around since I had the day off tonight. I made sure the house was picked up a bit before I made my way to the pool. I had walked past the garage and heard my dear ol’ brother Tim once again working on his Flying Chariot. I watched him as I hung out the laundry with a smile on my face. He was a wonderful brother. He was also very determined to get something of his to work. I was very proud of him. My hubby wasn’t all that happy with him since he didn’t have a job. He did help around the house though and with various things. He even had come up with contraptions to use around the house. Some of them were more headaches than useful, but for the most part...I loved them! I had to ‘beg’ my hubby to let my brother stay with us. It worked out. Soon I heard the Chariot take off. I turned to watch and it did get a pretty good lift and was going along just fine. I felt my heart start to pound in excitement for him, but then I saw where it was going. It started to turn and take off toward the power lines.
“Oh boy…here we go. Power is going out again. Good thing I don’t need it right now.” I said to myself as I turned my head as the sparks and such started flying. I had heard my poor little kitten scream too. I turned my head quickly to see Scooter jump, scramble down the tree, and under the porch. I took off after him to make sure he was alright. Of course I had to crawl under to grab him. He came to me with a little hesitation, but when he was in my arms…I looked him over quickly. He seemed to be alright. I took off to see what Tim had to say for himself.
I entered the garage with Scooter in my arms. There sat my nephew Doug and Tim looking at the plans. I could feel Scooters heart start to pound quicker again as he tried to get out of my grip.
“Tim…would you look at what you have done to this poor little thing? You have made him into a nervous little wreck!” I looked across the room to him as I gave Scooter a little kiss, put him on the floor, and he was off like a rocket. “I see that your Chariot did pretty well though till it hit the wires.” I said as I made my way over to them. I put my hands on his shoulder, rested my chin, as I too looked at it seeing if I could help him out at all. Suddenly he was up and walking quickly out of the garage. He must have had an idea, but Doug and I looked at each other then followed him out. He just stood there with his hands on his hips and looking up at the Chariot still flying around. My daughter had come out to see what was going so we were all just standing there wondering what was going on. I wasn’t too much of a science person and wanted to get some sun time in. “I am going to be at the pool if anyone would like to join me or needs me. Tim sweetie….you just be careful with that contraption of yours alright?” He said nothing…just nodded at me. He didn’t hear a thing I just said. He is just too in tune with his work which is fine with me. As long as we didn’t have to take another trip to the emergency room, I didn’t mind.

I went to change into my bikini that wouldn’t be staying on long, but I did like to have it on just incase anyone came to the door or stopped over unexpectedly. It was a deep purple one with some blue outlining. The one good thing that my bother had come up with was a sort of ‘security’ device at the pool for me. People had to push a special button to let me know that I should get some clothing on. I always sit on the end of the pool where you can’t see me from the sliding glass door. It works out pretty nicely though. I sat the ‘security’ device and was on my way.
I wasn’t there more than 15min. before the serenity of the sun and warmth was disturbed. I thought I had heard something getting louder. I just thought it was the Chariot coming back around. I opened my eyes and saw this ‘thing’ coming closer. I only had time to grab the towel and run to the fence. I turned away as it splashed into the pool. The water felt great on my warm body, but not the way I wanted to get wet! I turned slowly to look at it then ran to the sliding door. I ran inside and ran into Tim and the kids coming to see what happened. We all went back out and stood there amazed. There stood this ‘girl’ with practically nothing to cover her as she waved to us. I saw and heard Tim introduce himself and the kids. I walked up behind them as I said,
“And I am his sister Gwen Lucas. I am pleased to make your acquaintance.” as I extended my hand from behind Tim to her. She looked at my hand then to me and seemed to recoil. I forgot that she probably wasn’t used to this sort of stuff so, I brought my hand back to me or maybe she wasn’t used to someone with absolutely nothing on. Then again….look at what she is wearing or not wearing as the case may be. I saw her smile and saw where her eyes were. I took a quick peek down then leaned into Tims’ ear to whisper, “Couldn’t hold him back could you? You and your little soldier.” I finished with a giggle. I knew he was already embarrassed and that just made it worse, but he was my bother and we had always kidded around like that. He just turned a brighter red and turned his head to glare at me. I awaited what he was going to say or do to me next…..

Tara looked at the...girl? standing in front of them, looking slightly unsure but extremely self-assured. And for good reason, Tara mused. The cat/woman was absolutely gorgeous. She glanced over at her cousin and uncle and, in seeing the looks on their faces, wished she could look like that too. She frowned and inspected the girl, sure her plans for ice cream had been disrupted.

"Hey," she said to the girl. "I'm Tara. And you are...?" she crossed her arms over her chest and looked evenly at her, raising her eyebrows.

This beautiful catwoman was like a goddess. I can't take my eyes off her. All my erotic senses were going haywire. She had both my heads spinning and at attention to her beauty. I've seen comics with catwomen but none of them compared to the one standing before me. My jaw dropped and I was unable to speak. Thank goodness Uncle Tim introduced me. Was the catwoman here to take us over or was this a friendly greeting?

Uncle Tim

Tim turned to glare at Gwen, as he did he saw that Doug was sporting wood too. Great, thought Tim, now she'll think that all men walk around with erections. Well, maybe around her they do. He turned back to look at the lovely visitor.

"The closest thing you'll find as a leader is Gwen, he explained, I'm just a hanger-on." Tim noticed that the 'girl' hadn't said anything yet. Before he thought, he said to her, "What's the matter, cat got your tongue?"

The cat-girl still hadn't said anything and, as Tara was a very impatient girl, she sighed heavily and turned around to go back in the house, arms still folded over her chest. She saw how hard her cousin and uncle had gotten, looking at the girl and was jealous. She wished she would have that effect on guys, but knew it would never happen.

Taysha smiled softly. The humans seemed harmless enough... and somewhat intriguing. Both males seemed to be sporting somewhat prominent bulges beneath the garments they wore, their arousal obvious. All four, although bereft of tails and proper ears, would make quite attractive Katarians.

"My name is Taysha, Princess of the Katarian Empire, though that lies in an alternate dimension so my title means little here."

She seemed to have disrupted some kind of mating ritual. The older of the two females, who had joined the other three, was naked, and the younger one seemed quite put off by Taysh's presence. An apology was perhaps in order.

"I apologise if I have interrupted any foreplay or actual sex with my arrival, my being here upon your world and in your dimension is an accident. May I make ammends in some fashion?"

Tara turned back around hearing Taysha's apology and shrugged. "So, you can speak, then." She raised an eyebrow. "No apology needed. Accidents happen. And, you didn't interrupt anything." she said glancing at her mom who mouthed the words 'Be nice' in her direction. She frowned again and said, "Well, I guess ice cream's being postponed..." and went into the house. She sat in her room, knowing that her mother would soon volunteer it to Taysha if the girl couldn't get back to her home right away. Tara sat down on her large, king sized bed and removed her acoustic guitar from the case. She was messing around, trying to come up with an ending to her new song when she was interrupted by a knock on her bedroom door.

Uncle Tim

Tim looked at Gwen after Tara walked off. Gwen didn't move, so Tim said, "Well, I guess I'll go. Goodbye Princess, I'll see you soon."

Tim went inside to look for Tara. He went upstairs and heard guitar playing from her room. He knocked on the door, then opened it. "Hi Tara, your favorite uncle here. Mind if I come in?" Tim walked in when he didn't hear her scream 'get out'. "Hi honey", said Tim, "is everything ok?"

He sat down on the bed next to her and rubbed her shoulders. "You are very special around here and no space alien princess is gonna replace you, OK? Besides what does she have that you don't? I mean, except for the tail, spaceship and formfitting outfit, Tim said reassuring Tara.

"Thanks..." Tara said sarcastically. "All better. Thank goodness you're here!" she rolled her eyes and turned her back to him, strumming a few more chords.

"What're you working on?" he asked her.

"New song..." she muttered. "Can't come up with an ending." she cursed silently under her breath and got up, beginning to pace around the room. "God. I can't do this. Everything I try just completely blows up in my face. Music. School. Tim, if I tell you a secret, do you promise not to tell my mother?" he nodded. Tara sat back down on the bed. "Tim, I didn't get into college. I'm going to Seattle to work in a bar. Mom thinks I got a scholarship. I didn't even apply. God..." Tara wiped her eyes as a couple tears fell down her cheeks. "God...I can't do anything. I'm going to be a damn stripper to get the hell through life." she sighed and curled up in a ball, resting her head on her uncle's lap. "Please don't tell mom...she'd be so disappointed in me. You don't know how much she's been pressuring me about college..."