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Subject: {ASSM} Battlestar Galactica: Apotheosis (TV Sci Fi, parody, MF, FF, MFg, bd)
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Disclaimers: Illegal or immoral activities depicted
herein, including genocide and paedophilia, are not
recommended by the author. If it's illegal for you to
read this I advise you not to do so. This is based on
very loosely on the new Battlestar Galactica and not
the crap 70s version, which was one of the most
execrable pieces of rubbish ever to hit the small
screen. All characters and other stuff are coyrighted
by whoever makes BSG. If you try to make a profit by
redistributing this story then you'll be fucking with
Hollywood and not just me. This story should be copied
only with my consent. Comments welcome.

Battlestar Galactica: Apotheosis (SciFi, parody, MF,
FF, MFg)

by Daniel Waterhouse

Previously on Battlestar Galactica:
What? You expect me to summarise three seasons worth
of plot in a paragraph. Go out and buy the DVDs. This
tory contains huge spoilers for anyone who hasn't seen
the first three seasons. What's happened between the
end of season 3 and this story, which is the finale to
season 4 and hence to the entire series? The Cylons
and the human have both taken five years to find Earth
and have just arrived, which makes Hera about six or
seven and the humans found a new unedited edition of
the scrolls of Pythia. Tammy, the religious woman who
took in Gaius Baltar at the end of Season 3, has
managed to land a job as Hera's babysitter and has
kidnapped the child to take her to Baltar.

---

"So that's Earth?" said President Laura Roslyn,
looking out the window of her office on Colonial One.
"But the Cylons are here too. Guess I'd better get to
Galactica."

"I'll arrange a shuttle to take you over," said her
assistant Tori.

Then Petra, the oracle working on translating the new
unedited scrolls of Pythia, came in with some scrolls
under her arms. "Madame President, there's something
you should see."

She laid out one of the scrolls on the President's
desk. "The scrolls say that your tongue is a magical
artifact - the Tongue of Truth."

"Are you sure it's me?" said Roslyn.

"Definitely, there's a picture and everything," said
the oracle pointing to a section of the scroll
whereupon was printed a very accurate drawing of the
President.

"That's unusually explicit for a prophecy," said
Roslyn. "Usually they're so vague you can make them
fit just about any set of events."

"Speaking of the scrolls being unusually explicit,
check this out," said the oracle, unfurling a new
section of scroll. "Apparently the tongue of truth and
the rod of reason together will decide the fate of
Hera and through her the fate of all mankind."

"What's the rod of reason?" asked Roslyn.

"It's Baltar's penis," said the oracle, pointing to a
long section of scroll.

"Is that supposed to be life sized?" asked Roslyn. The
oracle nodded. "Eight inches," said Roslyn, "who'd
have thunk it?"

"Well, I'd better go to the bridge and try to help
Admiral Adama find Hera and deal with the Cylons,"
said Roslyn.

The Tori came up behind her. "I can't let you do
that," said she. "I'm a Cylon and we must have Hera
and so I can't let you find her." She pulled out a
gun.

"Use the tongue of truth," said the oracle.

Suddenly, Roslyn knew exactly what to do. She walked
up to Tori until they were pressed tightly together
face to face, sniffed her delicate perfume and said,
"I'll make you forget all about your mission." Then
she knelt in front of Tori and pulled her skirt down,
then moved her panties to one side and started licking
her thighs, moving gradually up to her cunt.

"Ooh," said Tori, as her fanny started to moisten, "my
programming doesn't cover this."

Roslyn ran her tongue around Tori's clit and inside
the fleshy lips of her fuck hole. Tastes like chicken,
she thought.

"Hang on a minute," said Tori, then she hopped up on
the desk and tore off her blouse. Roslyn resumed
licking Tori's twat as Tori played with her nipples.
Shots of pleasure surged through Tori's body as the
President stuffed three fingers in her cunt and
devoted her tongue to Tori's clit. After a few minutes
Tori came and fell asleep on the desk in a puddle of
her own sweat and fanny juice.

"I need a breath mint" said the President, reaching
into her pocket. She turned to the oracle. "I look all
right don't I?"

The oracle looked at her. Some of Roslyn's hair on the
left was matted with Tori's fanny juice. "You've got a
little thing on your left." 

The President wiped her left cheek. "Better?"

The oracle hesitated. "Perfect."

The President walked out into the Press Room. "I only
have time for a few questions."

"Madame President, what's that stuff in your hair?"
asked a reporter.

Roslyn looked in the mirror. Oh fuck, I mean oh frack,
thought she. She turned to the reporter. "My assistant
Tori is a Cylon and she was going to kill me. So I
licked her out to distract her so I could go save
humanity and the stuff in my hair is her cunt cream.
Any more questions?"

The reporters all shrugged. "Seems perfectly
straightforward."

Phew, dodged a bullet there, thought Roslyn, that
oracle is so fired.

---

Laura walked into the CIC and down to the desk in the
middle and stood next to Bill Adama. "So what's going
on?" she asked.

"We've scrambled the alert fighters and we're in a
tense standoff with the Cylons that might lead to the
destruction of Earth and the entire human race. And we
still haven't found Hera though we've grounded all the
shuttles and we're searching the Galactica room by
room," said the Admiral. Then he frowned. "Is that
girl cum in your hair?" he asked biting his lower lip.

"Yes it is. So what are you planning to do about the
Cylons?" said Roslyn.

"I've threatened to nuke their resurrection ship if
they try to send anyone down to Earth and they've
threatened to nuke the fleet if we send anyone down."

"I have to find Hera, because together with Hera my
tongue might save the human race or destroy it
forever," said Roslyn.

"No it won't," said Colonel Tigh, drawing his gun and
pointing it at her. "I'm a Cylon and I'm going to stop
you by killing you."

"Tigh, how could you betray me like this," said Adama.
He turned to one of the Marines. "Kill Colonel Tigh."

"No, Bill, you might damage some equipment in the
CIC," said Roslyn. "I know how to deal with this." She
bent down opened Tigh's fly, licked his dick until it
started to swell and took his six inches of man meat
into her mouth, choking a little.

Tigh started fucking her throat. "Oh, yeah, now this
is the sort of mouth action I'd like to see more of
from you."

After a few minutes he blew his load and removed his
dick from her mouth. She gasped for air and some of
his cum dribbled out of her mouth down onto her
blouse. "There sure was a lot of that," she managed to
say. "I guess that's what happens if you don't have
sex for five years."

"Oh well," said Tigh. "I tried to kill you through
oxygen deprivation but it didn't work, so I guess I've
failed. What do you say Bill, shall we let bygones be
bygones?"

"No," said Adama, then he pulled out his gun and shot
Tigh. 

"You didn't shoot him because he was a Cylon, you shot
him because he fucked my mouth," said Laura.

"You're right although obviously he'll come back. I'd
like nothing better than to bend you over a console
and fuck you until you come like train but I have to
deal with the Cylons first," said Bill. Then the phone
rang and he answered it. "CIC. Right, yes, good. Oh,
they're threatening to kill her? Keep a guard on the
door."

Adama gave orders to some Marines and then looked at
Roslyn. "Seems you won't have time for red hot monkey
sex either. Hera is in a room on one of the lower
decks with Baltar and some religious nutcase. The
Marines will take you there."

---

Roslyn arrived at the room where Hera was being held
and walked in. Hera lay naked on a double bed bound
and gagged. Tammy stood pointing a gun at Hera while
Baltar was standing in front of Hera with his cock
hanging out looking worried.

Roslyn gasped when she saw Baltar's cock. Baltar
looked at her. "The prophecies were right about the
size of the rod of reason," he said.

Roslyn looked surprised. "How do you know about that?"

"There have been pirate copies of the scrolls floating
about the fleet for weeks," said Baltar.

Roslyn shrugged. "Well it doesn't matter. the prophecy
must be wrong. You'll never fit that monster in that
little girl and what good would it do anyway."

"Lots of good," said Baltar. "I have a webcam set up
to record the deflowering and if I broadcast a really
hot video of hot six-year-old being fucked throughout
the fleet and to the Cylons then everyone will forget
their differences and join together in appreciation of
the hot perverted sex show on their TV screens. It
would herald a new dawn for human-Cylon relations.

"But I can't get the rod into Hera unless she's well
lubricated. You must use the tongue of truth to lick
her out so that I can fuck her. Don't you see that we
have to work together?"

"You're right," said Roslyn. "We must put our
differences aside."

She bent down, pulled Hera's gag aside and started to
kiss her. At first Hera struggled a little but then
she gave in and her tongue started to play with
Laura's. Laura stopped kissing her after a couple of
minutes and started slowly to lick her way down Hera's
body. She gently sucked the nipples on Hera's flat
chest and then tweaked them, drawing a gasp from the
little girl.

Finally she got down to Hera's cunt. She Gently licked
her clit for a few minutes then turned Hera over. She
turned to Baltar: "Lube." Baltar handed her a tube of
lube, which Roslyn generously spread on her index
finger, which she then stuffed in Hera's puckered
arsehole, eliciting a grunt from the little girl.

She turned Hera back over and fingered Hera's arsehole
with her right hand, while licking Hera clit and
fingering Hera's cunt with her left hand. After a few
minutes Hera shuddered and groaned with pleasure as
she came.

Laura stepped aside and gestured to Baltar. Baltar
stepped up and started to work his cock into Hera's
tight little fuck hole. "Ah, it hurts," said Hera.

"Obviously there's only one way to solve this
problem," said Laura. She took off her skirt and
panties, moved to the head of the bed and put her
sopping wet vagina over Hera's face. "Lick me," Roslyn
said, mashing her cunt into Hera's face, muffling her
crying. Hera started to lick at the President's
vagina.

Watching this hot scene in the CIC Adama stood down
his nukes and headed out of the CIC to fuck Laura. The
Cylons, too, stood down and over the com system the
growning and squidgy sounds of an orgy could be heard
if anyone was listening, but nobody was because they'd
all gone back to their quarters to fuck.

---

Bill Adama strode into the room where Roslyn and
Baltar were having sex with Hera.

"Laura get off that little girl," said Bill. "You owe
me a good hard fuck."

"Yes sir," said Roslyn. She moved to the edge of the
bed and bent over the bed presenting her moist cunt to
Adama. He whipped out his seven incher, gently eased
it into Roslyn's well-lubricated love tunnel and
fucked her so hard the bed shook. "Oh yeah, take it
bitch."

After a few minutes, Baltar, Hera, Roslyn and Adama
all came hard and lay on the bed in a post orgasmic
haze and fell asleep.

---

Gaius Baltar became President of the whole universe
and ushered in a new golden age of peace and
prosperity through rampant paedophilia.

After another fucking session with Adama, Laura Roslyn
ordered some tandoori chicken from the Indian
restaurant just down the road from me. It was picked
up in a Raptor and taken to Adama's quarters on
Galactica. Roslyn died of food poisoning because the
curry had gone cold during the journey and she didn't
heat it for long enough in the microwave. Bill Adama
bought a ranch in Texas and raised horses there with
his son and Starbuck.


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