The Impossible Venusian
The Impossible Venusian
Tara Loughead
Copyright 2010 Tara Loughead
A Bulays and Ghaavn Adventure
The Karshi Imperative Part 5
For Ivan Goff, Ben Roberts, E. E. Doc Smith and Stephen Goldin
The Space Circus was in town.
Bulays and Ghaavn had good reason to be there.
Two extra reasons can in the forms of young women. They had brought along Wing, their young charge and assistant, and her friend Jacqui. Said two young women had talked of little else beyond the Topless Aerialists of Titan for a week.
*****
Slightly earlier in the aforementioned time period, Ghaavn finally relented. "If we take you, will you promise to stop talking about it for a while?"
Both Wing and Jacqui nodded solemnly, Wing kissed Ghaavn on the cheek while saying "thank you!", then they both ran off laughing.
Bulays grinned. "You're a pushover, love. Hardarse crimelords, no problem, you'd face down a six-pack. A few days wheedling from almost-not-teenagers, and you're helpless."
Ghaavn laughed. "True enough. I have to admit I'm rather looking forward to it, myself. The Impossible Venusians, a one of a kind act. Plus apparently the Space Circus have a cansin. We aren't very likely to see one of those again."
"Hannah couldn't make it, then?"
"No, unfortunately she has business to attend to," Ghaavn replied a little wistfully. "She did say they looked rather tasty, though."
"Have to agree with her there," Bulays said. "'Alf the rest of the Solar System too, I reckon."
*****
The smell of popcorn, fairy floss, greasepaint, and odd exotic animals was very strong as Bulays, Ghaavn, Wing and Jacqui lined up to get in to the Space Circus. The largest and main tent was shaped to look like a large space cruiser.
Large posters proclaimed the presence of The Impossible Venusians, the threesome pictured in all their full-figured glory.
"What do you want to do first, girls?"
"Food!" Jacqui said. Werewolves, after all, had to eat a lot.
"Will you win me a stuffed animal, Bulays?" Wing asked in a mock-pleading tone while taking the blonde amazon's arm.
Ghaavn smirked at his partner, seeing how she would handle this one.
Bulays gave in gracefully. "Ok, ok, I know when 'm beaten. Lead the way, darling."
Ghaavn stopped to snag some fairy floss and popcorn for the hungry youth, bought a toffee apple each for Bulays and himself, then they went in search of sideshows for Bulays to throw things in.
*****
"Must be rigged," Bulays muttered. "It is true what they say. I only won two out of three."
"I don't think 'only' was the word the sideshow woman had in mind for your success, Princess," Ghaavn chortled. "She was quite happy to get rid of you."
"Heh. Anyway, carting those around should keep those two out of trouble." Jacqui was now sporting a big fluffy pink elephant under one arm, and Wing had a large blue cansin of similar size and texture to match.
"No sign of anything out of the ordinary so far," Ghaavn observed.
"As long as you don't count exotic animals from other planets, and the three-breasted women standing in front of the Eroticon, anyway," Bulays added.
"True. Circus ordinary isn't, really. This just looks like you would expect, though."
"Maybe they are waiting for the main event?"
"More than likely."
Jacqui and Wing wandered back then. Jacqui pointed at a hot dog stand.
"More?" Bulays asked in amazement, as Ghaavn parted with some cash. "I'm glad I don't have to feed that kid all the time."
"Oh? I should tell Jacqui what you told me your record for hotdog consumption was when you were seventeen?"
"No!" Cried Bulays, punching her partner in the arm but mostly missing as he dodged. "Besides, we should head for the big ship tent, it is almost time for the main event."
*****
Seated in the big space tent, anticipation was high. The atmosphere in the crowd was excited, electric, as the ringmaster stepped forward in his top hat and tails. The foursome had a good view, being seated right down at the fence.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, I give you: The Impossible Venusians!"
Then the lights went out.
The crowd "OOHED!".
A large spotlight went on. It highlighted a woman standing on a trapeze platform at the far end of the tent, to Bulays and Ghaavn's right. She was dressed only in black leggings and black gloves. It was clear she was splendidly proportioned. Then she leaped, and swung on a trapeze into the dark, as the spotlight followed. At the end of the swing she let go, and flipped over in the air, her legs catching in an empty trapeze coming towards her. She pulled herself up into a sitting position as it swung back, and waved to the crowd, who cheered lustily at the athletic bodaciousness of the buxom aerialist’s feat.
Still spotlighted, she dropped down to hang by her legs as the trapeze swung back, and then towards the centre of the tent again. Her breasts hung on her chest deliciously in this position. Out of the dark an empty trapeze approached her swinging form, then at apex a woman appeared, out of nowhere, flying through the air. Dressed to match the first topless aerialist, and built just as well, she flipped, to catch the woman in black's arms, and swung back with her to the other end of the tent.
As they swung back, the blonde in electric blue twisted, and released, and her partner caught her by the legs, under the knees as they swung forward, double spotlighted.
Jacqui caught Ghaavn's arm. "Something smells wrong." She sniffed, and made a noise that was almost a growl. Her features started to change.
A third spotlight came on, and highlighted a woman standing on the ground. The third topless aerialist wore purple leggings and gloves. She had hair to match. She ran in a tumbling, cartwheeling run, her movements and torso transfixing the crowd's attention. The other two were swinging back, as the woman in purple leaped onto a large springboard, and shot high into the air. She turned, tumbling and caught the empty trapeze swinging out of the dark with her legs.
Jacqui started growling louder, and was now beginning to change. No one had yet noticed, but that wouldn't last long.
"Get ready to back the kid up, Ghaavn," Bulays whispered urgently. "I'm going to trust her, and she'll need a big distraction." That was definitely true, as the half-wolf woman had jumped the fence and was bounding towards the middle of the arena into the dark. The swing of the black and blue combination was reaching the middle of the arena when a snapping noise was heard, and the pair began to fall.
"Ghaavn, go!" The duo were over the fence and running. Jacqui was way ahead of them. There was no way they could get there in time. The Wolf Woman, unseen by the crowd made a great bounding leap, arms outstretched. The two topless aerialists, still mostly joined together, landed in the arms of the werewolf girl. The impact knocked Jacqui back to the ground, but she had them, and had slowed their descent to something survivable by acrobats. The two women landed on the werewolf girl, in a pile of breasts, spandex and fur. Jacqui had the wind knocked out of her. The women were badly bruised and stunned. Jacqui was fine. One benefit of being a werewolf was that being injured was something that didn't really happen to you.
On seeing they were ok, if shocked. Jacqui shifted back. The now completely nude and comely young woman whispered: "Get up. Can you get me out of here?"
The woman in black recovered enough to say "Yes..". She spoke into a band around the gloved wrist. "Charley, get out here. Bring your coat. Spotlight the centre of the arena when I say. Tell Jillian, triple tart encore here, as soon as she can get down."
 
; Bulays and Ghaavn had found them. "Don't ask questions, Sabra. We'll explain later. Right now, we need to make this look like it was part of the act. We "'saved' you, ok?"
The quick-witted leader of the Impossible Venusians agreed. "Can you carry us to the fence?"
"With pleasure," Bulays said, as she gained a bountiful double armful of electric blue large-breasted blonde.
The purple Venusian met them at the fence. The spotlight hit, and the two 'rescued' aerialists waved to the crowd, kissed their rescuers on the cheek and jumped down out of their arms. Bulays and Ghaavn melted back into the darkness.
The Impossible Venusians linked arms and bowed to the crowd, breasts swaying to a mighty roar. Music started up, all slinky. The three moved into a choreographed routine, and the gloves literally came off. So did the leggings. Much cheering, whistling and applause met the fulsome acrobatic dancers as the crown gained souvenirs, and the three stood together, hands joined, arms raised, full breasts proud. And thongs very, very small.
*****
Ghaavn had collected an alarmed Wing, telling her everything was ok. They then went to discuss the evening's events with The Impossible Venusians. Ghaavn knocked at the door of their dressing van, and Sabra answered, now dressed in a scarf, halter and skirt. The two stepped inside. Jillian, now dressed in a purple leather catsuit, partially unzipped to display the front of her bra and a generous décolletage, was sitting in a small armchair. Bulays had the couch, which was equally small. Keeley sat in his lap, as there wasn't much other choice. Besides, the wavy-haired blonde hadn't bothered to dress, as she well knew the effect she was having on Bulays. Neither looked unhappy about the cosy seating arrangement that had Keeley's arm around Bulays' neck, one bare breast resting against another that was fully clothed. Ghaavn wasn't sure who would start nibbling on whom first. Jacqui was perched on a dressing chair, in front of a vanity mirror, a large overcoat wrapped around her, and her feet stuffed into black slippers that were rather too large.
"Jacqui! Did you get their autographs?" Wing exclaimed.
Jillian burst out laughing. "You girls are fans, then?"
"Jillian, if I told them that I knew you, I would not have had five seconds silence in a month. They would have worn out your names," Ghaavn replied.
Wing punched him then. "I can't believe you didn't tell us!"
Ghaavn grinned in reply.
"I think we can make up for that, my dear," Sabra began. "We should be asking Jacqui for hers, given she saved our lives. Anyway, I will get Charley to give you a full tour of the circus, now, while we talk with Ghaavn. Tomorrow, special box seats for the show, and dinner with us afterwards? How does that sound?"
Wing couldn't argue with that.
"You can bring Bulays as an escort, if you like," Keeley called from the couch, contemplating which part of the blonde to start on. "I can keep her entertained."
A knock at the door, and Charley arrived, complete with clothes for Jacqui. An Impossible Venusians tracksuit, and a pair of sneakers. Jacqui hurriedly disappeared behind the dressing partition, to put something on under the ringmaster's coat. "Follow me, then, girls," Charley said, when finished. "What would you like to see first?"
"Hall of Mirrors?" Asked Wing.
"Right, let's go."
After they departed, Ghaavn got down to business. "Sabra, have you found out anything?"
"Yes, they've definitely been around. Jillian?"
The woman in the purple catsuit picked a small glass dish off the end table next to her, and handed it to Ghaavn. There were fine, blue strands sitting on it. "Karshi down?" He asked.
Jillian nodded. "Obviously they are onto us. I don't think the Space Family Alynbard is going to be of as much use to Lady Gerald as anti-Karshi agents given they now know we are looking."
"Just means more stealth suit work," Keeley put in, snuggling with Bulays. "A la me in the air during the show."
"So that was an assassination attempt tonight, designed to look like a tragic accident in public?" Bulays asked from around Keeley.
"Yes, we were definitely sabotaged," Sabra said. "We've looked at the equipment. It would have worked, too, if you hadn't brought us our own personal furry superhero."
"Karshi can fly," Ghaavn said, "and they do have some technology we don't know about, so they could easily pull something, especially in the dark like tonight."
"Lady G was definitely right about this being a spy game. 'Pears they've entered an aggro counter-intelligence phase." Bulays added.
"I've talked to Gerald, Bulays," Sabra said. "I told her to warn people to be more careful. They may try and take out anyone, her included."
There was silence for a minute in this confabulation of Agents. Sabra broke it. "So, Ghaavn...Bulays looks ensconced. Can Jillian and I interest you in a drink?"
"Sure, just a quick one. I don't think Jacqui and Wing will be gone for too long, though."
"A shame," said Jillian, her voice deepening with promise. "No time for special card games, then."
"Not tonight, ladies," Ghaavn replied. "But you are here for a while, I believe?"
Jillian answered in the affirmative.
"Then I have an idea."
*****
The girls had arrived back with Charley, and were chattering happily with the ringmaster.
"Welcome back, girls," said Sabra. "We've been talking to Ghaavn, and we have a proposition for you. Tomorrow you are our special guests, for everything."
"Err, they're too young for the Eroticon, yet," Bulays said, breaking off nuzzling Keeley's neck. "Not for long, apparently!"" Keeley grinned and kissed her nose.
"No, Bulays, I didn't mean _everything_, everything. Although we will be happy to have them as our guests for that, too, if they desire when they are of age. We owe them a lot.
Now, Jacqui, Wing, as I was saying...we are here for a while, and we wondered if perhaps you might like to try working at the circus for a short time, to see if you like it? We can let you try a little of everything. Although we'll only make you clean out the cansin's enclosure if you want to," she smiled.
There was definite excitement at the idea.
"Elephant riding?" Wing asked.
"Certainly," said Jillian. "Anything you don't need to be eighteen to do is ok."
"I have to clear it with Topav, first, Jacqui, of course," Ghaavn said.
Jacqui nodded, looking a little pensive.
"However, when I explain, I am sure he will agree. In fact, I was going to suggest him being your chaperone for your first day, to make sure, if he can. The circus is certainly somewhere you don't have to worry about fitting in as much. He does worry about you not being around enough people."
Jacqui looked happier at that.
"Now, Bulays, if you can detach your Venusian, we need to get these two home to bed."
Bulays unfolded herself, kissed Keeley, took the girls by the hand and followed her partner home. Ghaavn looked back. Sabra waved, and Jillian gave him a sultry wink.
*****
The next night, the Impossible Venusians had sent a limousine to collect Jacqui and Wing. They had moved their act to an earlier time, especially for the two young women, so that they could eat with them afterwards. Another impressive performance, if less eventful and easier on Jacqui's clothes. Charley had a clown keep them personally entertained to give the Venusians time to get changed after their act.
He then took them to dinner. "Thank you Charley," said Keeley, meeting them at the door. She was indeed dressed. In a bright blue strappy dinner gown that tied around her neck, bared her back, and had a deep, barely restraining plunging neckline.
"Welcome, girls," she said. "First, I have an important question for you, pre-dinner." She bent over to kiss each of them on the cheek, displaying her ample charms to full effect. "Who is your favorite Venusian?"
Jacqui answered by pointing to a spot directly above Keeley's cleavage. "Good answer, Jacqui! Wing?"
br /> "You all are!"
Jillian stepped into view then, laughing, and similarly if less provocatively frocked in her usual purple. "The warrior who knows what she wants, and the diplomat? I wonder who they take after, Sabra?"
Sabra smiled. "Stop teasing the girls, Keeley. Or I'll tell Bulays you've been bad."
Keeley desisted, letting Sabra and Jillian usher them inside, and went to pour some drinks. Tonight, they were Jacqui and Wing's biggest fans.
THE END
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