Project Venus Ch 03

You know the drill. All characters are grown ass adults. May contain women with dicks. It's a slow burn, but escalates. Viewer masturbation advised.

Jenny was driven mad by the realization that her perfect world was built on a lie. What could the truth be? Was this all some kind of elaborate reality show? It couldn't be, the level of technology and ability to modify the members' anatomies had to be a secret society. Maybe a weird sex cult? Why? There was no central figure to worship, no controlled superstitions, no gods, and the sex was entirely with each other. Sure, the science team got in on it from time to time, but they weren't the ones who founded this project. She made a mental note. Finding out who founded the project was one of the keys to this mystery. Another was the question that had been bugging her since she fell down this rabbit hole; that being: if they were going to lie, why would they select people who found the conspiracy in the first place? Was this just another test? Why hadn't any other of the brilliant women here caught on to the lie? Jenny spent days nervously trying to think of where to start digging. If there was an innocent explanation, she didn't want to burn this bridge.

It was when she was tending to her bees that an opportunity presented itself. She'd always wanted to try bee keeping, but never had a big yard and garden to do it. Here, she had the chance, when Marie -another beekeeper before her- got tired of the job and wanted someone to take over her colony. She even started off with plenty of honey, enough that she was brewing mead with it as well. The only complication with the whole thing was that she always wore little to nothing, but the bees were docile, and she rarely got stung -- only ever once on the dick. So as she checked in on the hives, Val approached with a flyer. There was a gala happening in the auditorium in three days. It was a mixer between the members of project Venus, and the staff the ran the project. This would give her the perfect shot to explore the research and administrative buildings without staff around. She could just make an appearance at the party and make an excuse to slip away.

The next few days flew by. The bummer was, the closer the gala got, the more disappointing it was that she'd have to miss it. Tailors and stylists worked with everyone to make elaborate outfits for the event, in a new fashion accounting for how much skin they all liked to show. There was gourmet food and world-class mixologists. She'd heard rumors of some of the girls planning sexual stunts, like gathering as many futas they can in to a conga-line sex train, or putting absurdly large dildos into themselves in front of everyone, or holding in their orgasms for days and then showing off the impressive distance and volume they could ejaculate.

It goes without saying everybody would be hooking up. Except for Jenny. She'd been so preoccupied with planning her heist that she'd neglected her overactive sex drive, only ever draining excess milk from her increasingly swollen tits, but left her cock and pussy to burn with desire. Thoughts ate away at her from the animal instinct part of her brain. Maybe she had time for just a little sex before she left the gala. Maybe she could even just masturbate to get everything out before things started up. Just as her hands were drifting down to give in to the urge, Cream was calling out for her to come out. It was time to go.

Jenny stepped out into the sunset and shined along with it. Shimmering gold-colored straps criss-crossed along her body, framing it perfectly. A special airbrush was used to stain her nipples the same gold, in a gradient that faded out just past her areolas. The same airbrush strained her cock pitch black, and her balls gold, to make and interesting clash. She wore a narrow, knee-length loin cloth, obviously gold, split down the middle so that erections would easily pop out. Her ass had no covering at all, you don't hide an ass like hers. The only real gold was the 24 karat gold butt plug and urethral plug, and the chain that joined them. The pull as the chain dangled created an interesting sensation, to say the least. She had black eyeliner, gold lipstick on her bottom lips and black on the top, and shiny gold freckles air brushed onto her face. She never wanted to be the kind of person who would wear something so ridiculous, but she couldn't help but feel pretty. The equally ostentatious gowns everyone else wore saved her from embarrassment.

She was used to those in her community wearing unusual clothes that showed off their sensitive areas, but she'd never seen anything like what was on display tonight. In all directions, increasing in density as she got closer to the makeshift ballroom, were beautiful high fashion clothes and the most elaborately decorated dicks and tits, likely ever in history. Jenny wondered if this would carry over into whatever society they would form -- if that part wasn't a lie.

Cream looked like some kind of wood nymph. A material that mimicked vines was fashioned into a bodysuit, in a pattern similar to fishnets, but more natural and random. The vines had a lot of sophisticated mechanisms hidden within them, that allowed them to move. The whole suit looked like it was breathing, and some vines pointed away from her body and worked as tentacles, that astoundingly were controlled by Cream's thoughts. The vines even let off a subtle fog to make her look more ethereal. Cream and her designer really outdid themselves with the sexual functions. There was a vine that wrapped into a ball stretcher, which pulsed and pulled to keep her teased, while a small end of it creeped up the sensitive skin on the back of her ballsack to the parting of her labia where it tickled and sucked her clit. Her cock was compressed flat into herself by the vines, and a kind of catheter pumped her cum into the suit, to drip out everywhere like dew, or save up a larger payload and dispense it from the tentacles, which could peel back the rough vine material and expose flesh-like silicone. Internally, fleshy tentacles squirmed inside of her pussy and ass, giving her constant stimulation and ensuring more fuel for the cum pumps. It was the coolest thing ever and Jenny would have to miss the debut.

The two arrived at the heavily transformed auditorium. All of the walls of the building had been removed, and the frame held up an elegant tent-like structure. Jenny had never seen such a glamorous affair, but she had no time to appreciate it. She gave hellos and hugs to make her presence known. Between hellos, she reached for an hors d'oeuvre, but was interrupted by an assault of cold liquid on her face. She looked up to see Val, dressed as some kind of sexy Valkyrie covered in raven feathers, looking absolutely livid. She'd started the night off like a reality, with champagne thrown in her face. All eyes were on her and Val.

Jenny puffed angrily to blow champagne out of her airways, before shrieking, "what the fuck! You cunt! What's that for?"

Val demanded, "how the fuck do you think you could show your face here? I poured my fucking heart out for you, and you just disappeared!" She then whipped her hand through the air and slapped Jenny sharply across the face.

Jenny's voice reached a screaming whisper. "Let's be mature about this. Not here. We can talk after, okay?"

"I will not be ignored!"

"Okay, okay, let's go now, okay? Let's go to my house and talk about this like adults."

Val reluctantly marched after Jenny back to her place, remaining belligerent and yelling insults all the way. When they got inside, Val's angry scowl broke and exploded into laughter.

"You were good," Jenny remarked. "You could be an actor!"

"Oh, please," Val dismissed. "The idea was fun, I just ran with. How's your cheek?"

"Oh it's fine, it was perfect."

Val gave Jenny's cheek a kiss, anyway. "I'll give you my apology gift later. Spoilers: the gift is eating your pussy until the sun rise. Now go"

Jenny went out the back door and as Val played the pre recorded audio of an argument between them to avoid questions of her whereabouts. She had a clear shot to the research building and ran it, her jiggly bits swinging uncomfortably the whole way. She went in through the back exit that she'd arranged to have propped open with a rock. (The other side of the arrangement involved sexual favors.) The halls were empty. She'd knew the security cameras would be an issue she'd just have to live with the consequences for, so that meant she only had one shot at this.

"I'm in," she whispered aloud.

"Things are looking normal here," said the voice in here undetectably small earpiece. Back at the gala was Cream, her support on this heist. "Take a left at the end of the half and go down the staircase to the first sub level. The locker room is the first door on the right in there." Jenny did as instructed, and found a small locker room. "Locker 6, and the combination is 6, 2, 11," instructed Cream. Cream had apparently gotten Sheila to break protocol and have a reportedly fantastic sexual encounter with her in science team locker room, where Cream was able to spy the combination. Jenny opened up the locker, and found an assortment of disorganized clothes, and a lab coat hanging on a hook. Jenny checked the lab coat, and then more frantically checked every garment.

"We have a problem," Jenny reported in a panic. "It's not here."

"What?! How? There's no way she could have it on her in that outfit. You should see her, it's like... oh my god. Abort! She's gone. Jenny get out, Sheila was just here and she vanished!"

Jenny heard a strange 'puff' sound. She slowly turned back, terrified it was what she already knew it had to be. Dr Sheila Wallace had appeared behind her, by way of the mysterious teleporter she and the science team used to get around.

"Looking for this, I presume," Sheila teased, holding her key card in up. Cream was right about the outfit, Sheila's great body wore only an airbrushed on, elaborate pattern. Jenny has no words, it was like she had a rock stuck in her throat. "It's been fun watching you sweat about this, but it's a party, so I'd call it close enough. I was hoping it would be you, so fuck it, I'll play the favoritism card. A hundred points go to Gryffindor, or whatever."

"I- I... what," Jenny stuttered, aimlessly.

"Oh relax, you got me. I lied to you. Obviously the time frame I gave you for the journey to Eden makes sense. Let me reassure you, you all will still be populating a new world in space, and there is a greater mystery to all this, and the big piece is yours to uncover, but Jenny... it's a gala. So here. I'll cut out all the detective work for you, take the elevator to sub level 16 and get it done already so you can join the party. Tell our secret down there that the jig is up and she can come to the gala as our guest of honor. I'll make an announcement explaining the details of your space odyssey."

With that, Sheila vanished and left Jenny holding a keycard and her mouth agape. This was... good. Unless sub level 16 is a firing squad, or a brain washing machine. She shook those thoughts away. Fuck it. She isn't in a spy thriller, she's in a smut story, so whatever's down there's a lot more likely to fuck her in the ass than kill her. She proceeded. She got to the elevator, scanned the card, and pressed -16. She was sealed into the little box and was at the mercy of whatever the doors opened back up to. A chill climbed up her exposed skin. Her nipples perked up and her balls wrinkled in the chill.

'Ding.' The doors revealed a hall that was oddly... domestic. Wood walls and floors, tapestries along the wall embroidered with an African mural. Odd. At the end of the hall was a simple wooden door, like the front door of a house. She slowly approached the door, and thrown off by the décor, she knocked. Seeming to come from everywhere, but sounding natural, like a person was speaking right next to her, she heard, "come in."

She opened the door and entered some kind of beautiful botanical garden. It was an indoor forest. Birds chirped. There were plants she recognized, and some that didn't look like they were from earth. She was reminded of the planet from Avatar. She followed a long and winding path where the forest parted to accept her. The vibrant colors and bioluminescence of the garden around her was all too much to take in, and without knowing when they started, she found tears were on her cheek. It was all just too beautiful. The path finally opened up into a clearing where a hot spring glowed gold, and an inviting figure basked in the water. Jenny wordlessly removed her complicated garments, for she knew they weren't needed here. She walked on the clovers that kissed her feet lovingly to the edge of the water, and stepped in instinctively.

Opening her eyes like a lover waking from a pleasant dream, was a woman like nothing Jenny had seen. She was a radiant black woman, tall and curvy, a dominating presence, yet non threatening. She stood, and the stone floor of the spring rose with her until she was elevated just above the water. She was... different. More than human. Her eyes were completely black, like her pupils never ended. She was she seemed to grow as she stood, in a motion as simple and natural as a chest expanding with breath, until she was over 7 feet tall. The bioluminescence of the forest glowed much more brightly around her. The proportions of her face and body were subtly different than human, somehow better, more right. She embodied nature. Her hair was voluminous and vibrant, and not just on her head, but her armpits, and pubic hair showed perfect tight curls. Her natural hair decorated her mons, and further down her balls, and presumably around her labia majora, stopping at the base of her cocks... wait, cocks?! Yes, she had two enormous, proudly dangling dicks between her thick, soft thighs. In this larger than human form, they were impractically huge.

Despite her eyes being completely black, Jenny somehow knew she'd met her gaze. Jenny spoke with ease, like to an old friend, asking, "who are you?"

She spoke in a soft voice, yet one that projected to fill a stadium. "Now, that is no simple question to answer." She spoke in an accent that was impossible to place, but it was sweet as honey. "I have been know by many names in my time. One I have always liked is Mut. Lately, though, I've been going by Venus. A name, however, is just a tool. To explain who I am, I must explain a little bit about life." Venus opened her arms, and water drained away. Motions Jenny didn't understand happened beneath and around her, and when they stopped, she was lying in a bed of moss, next to Venus, who was now shrunken down to Jenny's size. The two were looking up at a ceiling covered with bioluminescent materials that looked like a field of stars.

"Life can't help but exist. So long as the universe contains a both chaos and order, a variety of conditions will form, particles will join and separate, chemicals will react, and life will take hold at every opportunity. Sometimes it'll be only briefly. The right particles forming microbes on an asteroid for only a moment, only to be wiped away by radiation. Other times, it gets a chance to proliferate, and proliferate is does. Ordinarily it finds an equilibrium with its environment, in harmony with itself. Every so often though, an evolutionary niche gets filled: intelligence. Societies form every day, but as surely as the laws of physics allow for interstellar travel, some of these societies will grab the opportunity, and populate as many worlds as they can get a hold of. So, life spreads. Not even just the intelligent life. More planets than you'd guess are given their first spark of life by simple, unthinking organisms that reproduce through panspermia. My species occupies a special place in the ecosystem of the universe. We form something of a symbiosis with the genes of other species, just our way of guaranteeing we proliferate. I, and many other primordial goo creatures like me, got spat into the cosmic wind in all directions looking for a planet to take hold. I ended up on earth, just a puddle of invasive genetic material waiting for a host in Africa, hundreds of thousands of years ago. My mother just happened to be the one to accidentally ingest some of that material in her drinking water. Immaculate conception. I took hold of her DNA, gestated for a few months, and was born.

"Some worshipped me as a goddess. Others knew I was special, but instead treated me as a neighbor, as family. I watched over early homo sapiens, and the other species of humans you once grazed with, and I gave you my gifts where I could. I was young then, hadn't taken in as much genetic information, and my abilities were less pronounced. Still though, they called my gifts miracles, and I suppose they were. As stories were past down through generations, to the different corners of the earth people spread to, I was called by many names, and the stories changed. In my travels, as people formed their arbitrary social hierarchies, and classified away the unknown, I became a threat to powers that be. I became a witch, or a demon, but worst of all, I was just different. A lot of people who had cobbled together power over others had their tries at killing me. When that didn't work, they locked me up, for long centuries until they forgot where their superstitions came from, and stopped fearing the witch in the basement. I hold no grudges about it. What matters is I'm free now, and I still feel responsible for humanity. I've found a new tribe. A powerful group has formed around me, fed up with the dark ages, and with my help they've achieved the technology to spread to the stars. There are other groups like Project Venus, many other colonies we're sending to spread your species to other worlds, and after the first wave we will share our knowledge with the world, to give everybody a chance to live how they want. The Eden we promised is real, but it's not just one world. The women of Project Venus have a choice in where your community will go. Ships have already been sent, traveling at a constant acceleration of thirty G forces, that will finish terraforming the candidate planets thousands of years before you arrive. As you've figured out, the trip needn't take longer than a decade for you, and many tens of thousands of years will pass here. Whether you hibernate on the journey or not will be up to you and your neighbors, but the journey won't be too much of a portion of your lifespan, should you choose to accept my gift."

Venus gazed into Jenny's eyes in a way that radiated love for all things. Jenny asked, nearly pleading in anticipation, "what gift?"

Venus sat up, straightening her back and emphasizing her otherworldly breasts. "Drink of my milk, and your aging will slow so that you may live for easily five hundred years, perhaps more. You'll be able to take your time and drink deeply of life's pleasures. What do you say?"

Jenny responded non verbally, lunging head first at the chance to suck on this godess' nipple. Sweet honey milk flowed easily into Jenny's mouth. She felt a warmth inside her, felt herself become more than human. She felt pleasures like nobody before on a daily basis, yet still she was not prepared for this. She didn't know if it was inappropriate, but a painfully hard erection sprung up almost instantly. To her surprise, Venus' warm hand grasped it. She began stroking with the effortless skill of someone who's been handling dicks since humanity was young. She tickled all the right spots, and used another hand to gently massage Jenny's pent up balls. Jenny was sure Venus could make her cum at any second if she wanted to, but she opted for slow pampering, keeping her right on the line of optimal pleasure.