Catgirl Alpha

In the early days of the Age of the Catgirl Cults was when Project Alpha emerged. A small and abnormal cult. They advertised an intent of making the first great catgirl. Though it was a quieter and less frenzied cult than its peers.

They acquired a simple circle hab from the Damician Banking Consortium. Dubbing it Port Alpha and pushed off into the near Outer Sol and set up work on their catgirl alpha.

The catgirl alpha stands an approximate 5'7'' on average. With largely human features. Except for the cat ears and tail. Basic care was not done in the management of the feline ear and brain resulting in a catgirl with a perpetually childlike innocence and confusion. This was however deemed suitable as the alpha was first and foremost a pleasure model. They breed easily with human stock and produce sons and daughters in an equal volume. The sons have their feline traits suppressed. Meaning that the male variant of catgirl alpha is just as mentally developed as a normal human and risks spreading the catgirl alpha into the general human population.

Horrified at this reckless vandalism of the human genome and the existential threat they pose, the catgirl alpha was roundly denounced and marked as illegal within the polities of Inner Sol.

At this point a schism within Project Alpha was revealed. Much of the core leadership had been plants by the Damician Banking Consortium, intent on sullying not only this catgirl project but all catgirl projects in their totality. To make it impossible for lunatics and fanatics to continue their obscenity.

Port Alpha was destroyed in the resulting civil war and the surviving catgirl alpha were transported into the deep black of Outer Sol.

The true believers and the alpha soon became a single people. Succumbing to their own creation. A scattering of refugees seeking shelter anywhere that they could, without a home of their own.

In the modern times, what few catgirl alphas remain mostly serve as substitute humans amongst the tribes and nations of creations of Outer Sol.

The Felinelle

The felinelle or the fel. Sneered at as lesser catgirls, bed toys and parasites by the jags of the Dominion, were once the Daughters of Lillith.

They are built on the human genome and they are roughly the same size as a human female. The majority of their bones, organs and limbs largely follow human morphology.

It took years of work to properly combine the dexterous human hand with the retractable claws of the feline without sacrificing the core strengths of either one. The entire project was stalled long enough to spark heresies about producing the Daughters of Lillith with simple human hands. Luckily very few key engineers were purged and most of them had already finished their own work. The end result was a hand almost as dexterous as a standard human hand with hooked claws 2 centimetres in length.

The fel also have nocturnal cat-like eyes. While superficially similar to cat eyes are built off of the eyes of the Tokay Gecko. An eye that has excellent color perception even in low light environments. Based on a snippet of code borrowed from the ill-fated Shadow Men super soldier project.

Other traits, the sharp canines, thick coat of fur, the swivelling ears and swaying emotive tails are as expected.

The fel however do not have toothed tongues.

The Daughters of Lillith, were to be a correction to genesis. As God had made Adam, he had made Lillith to be his bride. But Lillith had refused. So God made Eve, out of Adam. But... God had intended Lillith to be Adam's bride. In the creation of the Daughters of Lillith, God's intention would be fulfilled.

The first generation of this species of catgirl was gestated and birthed artificially in a single batch. They were also tended and cared for in a single facility away from the general population.

Not that they didn't go out to see the common folk.

The Daughters of Lillith were raised in a hab named Lillith's Garden by the cult that had purchased it, The Cult of Lillith, and the cult had brought with them thousands of Amish settlers to work the farms and offer their material support.

All the Amish asked in return was land to live and work as a man ought to without undue interference.

On special days young catgirls would stream out of their barracks and frolic through the fields, playing with children and marveling at the people of the world.

The first sign that something was wrong. A story told by an old farmer. He had been killing and butchering chickens when a catgirl approached him and asked if she could try. She had chopped off the chicken's head easily enough. That wasn't that concerning. It was how joyously she had laughed as she held the chicken carcass above her head. The drops of blood splattering across her as she danced.

It was largely ignored. Surely the old man was exaggerating.

And then the Bad Night happened.

The first generation of fels, born on the same day, housed in close proximity were biologically synced together. So they all hit puberty together and they went into heat together.

The roar of the fel was first heard. A mix of primate and feline, the combination of the two most dangerous animals in the jungle. What fool, what madman was it who thought it was safe to combine them?

Homesteads burned. Horrible crimes committed. Humans and catgirls were assaulted, injured and killed.

In the light of day riots broke out and more died.

The faith of the Cult was being tested.

Calls for a culling came out. To slaughter all remaining catgirls and begin anew. They weren't safe. They were failures.

But if they culled at this late stage, the heart of the Cult might break. They might never again find the clarity of purpose to create catgirls again.

A compromise was made. A new branch of study came into existence. To contemplate the Daughters of Lillith as they were and figure out how to incorporate them into the society of Lilith's Garden.

From this arose the Catgirl Exemptions. Special rules and privileges for the fel. Rules that would allow them to fill their frenzied needs.

The Daughters of Lillith were intended to give birth to human sons and fel daughters. It was only after the first generation reached adulthood that it was proven that they could not give birth to human sons.

As the years passed and the numbers of the Daughters of Lillith grew, so did the Catgirl Exemptions. They slowly grew more burdensome and restrictive on the humans living with the hab.

A Son of Adam, even one married to a Daughter of Eve, not claimed by another Daughter of Lillith had no right to refuse a catgirl her rights.

Slowly at first and then in greater numbers the humans began to flee.

But without humans, without human men, the Daughters of Lillith would wither. They could not breed without them.

In the end the felinelle were forced to execute the final solution to the human problem.

Capturing the remaining humans and forcing them into ranches.

To this day all stable populations of fel have a small breeding population of domesticated humans tucked away out of sight.

The felinelle are well known in the days after the cataclysm. Where feral creations roam abandoned habs the fel are among the races that struggle to build nations. They are cunning and skilled, brutal and merciless and they tend to come out ahead in most conflicts.

They always have an eye out for new human stock. They will try to play nice first. If that fails they will try to steal what they want. But they will fight, kill and die to secure fresh breeding material.

The Gatinho

In the middle of the Age of the Catgirl Cults there arose the Cult Functional. They like many other catgirl cults purchased a hab and set out for wilds of Outer Sol. They dubbed their settlement Humble Beginnings, often shortened to Humble. The Cult Functional maintained that a catgirl could be useful to all of humanity. That they could find use in the lives of the entirety of the human race.

Thus they began the work on the gatinho. An unassuming creature of short stature, sufficiently feline as to not pass for human, sufficiently human to not be unpredictable. Safe and useful were the watchwords of their creation. A modified human, standing 4'4'' tall. Wrapped in a thick coat of fur common in many house cats. A brain that was purposefully human only modified towards stability and calm. Dexterous fingers with short negligible claws.

The prototypes were raised early, when only the modified X chromosome had been completed, resulting in a batch of all females. Raised in separate cat barracks and taught in cat schools they proved orderly, adept and attentive.

Though the first generation of the cult was already aging out. The second generation abandoned the creation of a compatible Y chromosome for the gatinho. Both as a lack of ability as well as to ensure the gatinho should prove extremely controllable to the polities of Inner Sol.

The medical technique for converting a skin sample into semen, to facilitate an induced pregnancy had long been completed for human lesbian couples. Extending it to the all female gatinho ensured that no unwanted or unplanned gatinho could come into existence.
It also effectively restricts the production of new gatinho to the hospitals and laboratories so common in Inner Sol and so rare outside of it.

Today the gatinho can be found throughout Inner Sol. Working as nurses, nannies, drivers and secretaries. Normally they are either classified as property or dependents of their human masters.

Runaway gatinho are rare. But they are sometimes spotted making the journey to the Saturnians and the myriad enclaves of free catgirls rumoured to live there.

The Hunters

The Cult of Zelandonii. The adherents of the cult maintain that it is in humanity's most primitive state, stabbing large animals with sharpened sticks, that humans are at their most human and fulfilled. That war and sport are but pale substitutions.

At great expense they purchased an oversized hab and named it the Great Wild.

Traversing out into Outer Sol they began their work. They had started later in the game and had access to notes and scraps of genetic code produced by other cults. They were able to quickly produce their own catgirls, the lynx guides.

The lynx guides, an uplifted animal or perhaps slurry of uplifted animals, were a shorter than human largely feline species that produced both sexes in good amount. Standing 4'2'' tall on average and leaning heavily on their feline biology. Designed to support humans in spear hunting large animals. Capable of starting and tending fires, crafting simple tools and tracking game. They were released early on to adapt to the new formed world.

It was in the creation of a self sustaining robust eco system that the Zelanonii stumbled. The grass they brought never sparked to life. The plains never stabilized. The trees and bushes managed. But the one mega fauna they had brought with them was left as frozen embryos in the vaults.

The cult struggled to make it work. But as the true fanatics aged out and were replaced by the disinterested second generation the work began to be abandoned.

It was then that the humans began their slow exodus. Abandoning the Great Wild for greener pastures.

That was when the lynx guides returned. Now simply the hunters. They had settled into a life of fishing and hunting rabbits and soon forgot much of their own history. The tales told by their fore bearers about the promises made by the humans back when they were children. Promises that one day the land would team with large and mighty game.

How absurd. The only game to hunt were rabbits and humans. And rabbits had grown scarce in that past season.

So it was that the hunters hunted down the last remaining humans of the Great Wild. Though traditionalists still pray for the coming of game as was promised.

Visitors do stumble into the Great Wild on occasion. Preliminary introductions involving arrows tipped with human bone. It has worked out for the hunters so far.

But no one has yet come intending a serious challenge to their domain.

The Jaguarine

The jag or the jaguarine were originally intended as bodyguards. Tall, beautiful and intimidating. They are called barely uplifted animals, brutes and desperate lackeys by their rivals. And they are.

Based on the jaguar their genetic modifications were extensive to reshape them into a humanoid form. They retain the ability to sprint on all fours and never look especially natural in human-style clothing. Their fur patterns and skin tones remain as varied as the species they are drawn from. Their clawed fingers are clumsy compared to human standard and even other clawed catgirls. They stand 7’6’’ feet in height and range from lithe to muscular.

There is a suggestion that during their design there was drift of intent. The tongue teeth of the jag thin out completely at the tip. The ample jag bosom includes an internal tendon for support. The vulva assemblage was copied from the Golden Woman project, a dedicated sex slave.

There are jag men. They are much shorter. About the size of human men. 1 male is born for every 8 females.

Jags cannot successfully interbreed with humans.

In the Age of the Catgirl Cults, Eden 2 was founded by the True Cult. Well a lot of Eden 2's were being founded at the time, but only one of them created the jaguarine.

They even brought in a heavily modified jaguar to gestate and birth the first few litters of jags.

She was jokingly named Eve by some of the researchers.

The freshly birthed catgirls were adopted into the Cult's member families and raised as their own children.

As the children passed into puberty they began to express protectiveness to the people close to them. Exactly as they had been designed to do.

There were reports of course. Incidents marked down as school bullying. Female jags and human boys their own age. Hugged, pinned or simply cornered and not released until eventually the flustered boy was rescued by an adult. But that was hardly worth mentioning.

The medical reports were promising, the reshaped organs and bones seemed to all be growing and functioning properly. The athletic scores of the catgirls were remarkable. They were fast, strong and vital. By all evidence the jaguarine were a complete success.

It wasn't until the jaguarine reached adulthood that issues started to bubble forth.

There would be heated arguments that would spill out into the public. Between human and jag women. Always about a man. A relative or partner of the human woman that the jag had declared a claim onto. Each time the man in question would be oblivious to the problem.

The Cult leadership stumbled, unable to spot the problem with their perfect creations.

The impulse to protect ran deeper than intended. It was possessive, obsessive and intimate. Needy.

A conflict arose. The same old one. This time Cecilia of the First Generation, a proud and beloved peer to her fellow jags, challenged by Doctor Elizabeth, psychologist and member of the Cult's innermost circle. Cecilia had laid claim to the Doctor's husband and the Doctor responded with scorn. Explaining that he was a married man and that the jag should keep her hands to herself. The event escalated until Cecilia struck Elizabeth. Wounded and bleeding the Doctor was rushed away for medical care. Cecilia of the first generation was euthanized on the spot by security.

Riots surged across the hab.

Most of the humans pulled away and left the hab.

Hurt, betrayed and abandoned the jaguarine stood lost for a time.

But not for long. What they had to do was obvious. They would create a new place, a mighty nation of dozens, hundreds of habs. A place so glorious and prosperous that the humans would have to return. The humans would admit their error and return to the arms of the jaguarine.

Thus began an age of military expansion, that would birth the Dominion. Conquering new habs and joining them to their growing cluster nation. Subjugating or exterminating other creations as appropriate.

Always searching for their cherished humans.