Disclaimer: Battlestar Galactica (2004) belongs to R And D TV and the
Universal Media Studios. This story is not-for-profit but I own it.
Warnings: Strong language, voyurism, female/female sex, female solo sex,
male/female sex, mind control
Categories: Het, slash, bi
Pairing: Kara 'Starbuck' Thrance/Number Six/Number Three/Number Five
Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.
Summary: After an injured Kara goes to sleep, she suddenly wakes up inside a
pod aboard a Cylon resurrection ship and is greeted by Number Three.
Other Notes: This AU story is a birthday gift for Katee Sackhoff -- who was
born on April Eighth, 1980 -- and takes place after the episode entitled
Dedication: Happy 28th Birthday to Katee Sackhoff! -- ATK 2008
Battlestar Galactica: Human Or Cylon?
by Andrew Troy Keller (firstname.lastname@example.org)
I'm so glad that my commanding officers had given me permission to see you on
such short notice, Doctor. You see, I have something on my mind that had just
started eating away at my very soul ever since we had returned with our
former President, a certain scientist and traitor to the Twelve Colonies of
Kobol and every man, woman and child who had just survived the destructive
attack on our homeworld of Caprica by the Cylons known as Doctor Baltar and
I had let the chief medical officer of the Battlestar Galactica -- which is
under the command of Commander William Adama, who answers to Laura Roslin,
who was the President before Baltar -- patch up my injured hands.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Kara 'Starbuck' Thrance and I
happen to be one of the viper pilots aboard the Galactica who are responsible
to make sure that each and every vessel within our little ragtag fleet of
ships -- including Galatica -- makes it safely to the lost 13th colony
known as the planet Earth, even if it means taking orders from a certain
pain-in-the-ass old prick named Saul Tigh and overcoming disasterious
hardships such as some of the humans having no choice but to remain on New
Caprica under the rule of the Cylons before the Galacitca had rescued the
imprisoned humans and gave the Cylons no choice but to blast themselves off
into the deepest reaches of outer space and take Baltar with them.
Anyway, it was after I had laid on my bunk with my bandaged hands on my chest
that one of my fellow pilots who happens to be known as Lee 'Apollo' Adama
had stepped into the room, placed his gentle hand on my shoulder and told me
that another one of Galactica's viper pilots known as Captain Karl 'Helo'
Agathon, his beloved wife Sharon 'Athena' Agathon -- known as 'Number Eight'
by the other Cylons -- and their newly-returned baby girl were all doing fine
and he had wanted to know how was I able to come up with the one map that
might be able to guide Galatica and the other ships to Earth, only to have me
shrug my own shoulders and say, "I don't know. I'm sorry, Lee. But I really
don't know. Is it okay for me to get some rest now? I really am feeling
"Sure thing, Kara. I'll look in on you later," that was what a small-smiling
Lee had said to me before he had given me a gentle pat on my shoulder and
left the room just in time for me to just take a deep breath, close my eyes
and fall right to sleep, only to have me open my eyes and make the shocking
discovery of having myself been somehow placed inside one of the pods aboard
the Cylon resurrection ship, which had caused me to look around with pure
fear in my eyes and start screaming my lungs out before a gentle female hand
has placed itself on my forehead and a voice that was attached to that hand
had said, "Sssshhhh. It's going to be okay, Dear Sister. There's nothing for
you to fear aboard this vessel."
And then, after I had turned my eyes toward the right and discovered that
both the hand and the voice were those of the one Cylon known as Number
Three, who was looking at me with a small smile on her face before I had
watched her place my hand gently on one of her other hands and allow me to
ask, "What has happened to me? Why am I here? Am I human or Cylon?" before
she had let out a small giggle and say to me, "You are indeed among those
who really do care about you, Kara. That's all you need to know. Now, let
me help you get out of this pod."
And after I had allowed her to help me get myself out of that pod and take
me out of that ship's resurrection chamber, Number Three had led me down a
corridor and into this one room where I had noticed that this large bed that
had looked more like it should be more in place inside the President's
bedroom back on Caprica than aboard a Cylon baseship has been placed inside
that room, causing me to turn my confused eyes toward Number Three and asked,
"I don't understand. Why did you bring me in here?" before she had stripped
off all of her clothes to expose her wonderfully-built nude body in front of
me and answered, "It's because I wish for you to fuck me. You do want to fuck
me, do you?"
And just as I was about to say a single word of reluctance to Number Three,
she had moved herself closer to me, placed her gentle hand on my cheek and
kissed me ever so passionately on the lips before we had placed ourselves on
the bed and I had allowed Number Three to start licking all over my bare-ass
naked body -- all the way down to my hot, wet pussy and carressing my firm
breasts just in time for this one copy of the female Cylon known as Number
Six to place her nude body inside the room and start pumping two of her
fingers in and out of her hot and steamy cunt and carressing her own tits
with the other hand.
Then, after this one male Cylon known as Number Five had stepped into the
room and placed his stiff cock inside Number Six's asshole and his hands on
her stiff mounds, I had placed my hands on Number Three's bare shoulders and
said, "Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss! That's it! Do it, Sister! Touch me! Touch me
there! Suck my wet pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!" in spite of the fact that my mind
was actually saying, *God-fucking-dammit, Kara! What the fucking hell is the
matter with you? You're a human, not a Cylon! Do you hear me? Not a Cylon!*
but I was unable to give a fucking shit because as soon as both Number Five
and Number Six had moved themselves over to both me and Number Three and Six
had placed one of her hands the back of Three's head and the other hand on my
bare shoulder and began sucking on my tits, I had suddenly realized that even
if I should be back aboard the Galactica, I was able to enjoy each and every
minute of experiencing such pure and untamed sexual pleasure.
Just then, after Number Five had placed his stone hard dick inside my hot,
moist snatch and started licking on Number Three's cunt, I had started
licking on Number Six's pussy and carressing her tits and Three had placed
one of her hands on Six's silky-smooth naked thigh and began sucking on her
bare toes, causing a sexually-energized Number Six to place her hands on my
bare back and yell at the top of her lungs, "AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT! DO
IT, SISTERS! TOUCH ME! SUCK ON MY TOES! SUCK MY WET PUSSY DRY! FUCK THE
LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME! MAKE ME WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"
And after the four of us had started moving ourselves harder and faster and
our lovemaking has finally landed its own viper back aboard the Galatica, we
had all came and collapsed due to exhaustion and fell asleep with our naked
arms in a lover's embrace, only to have a male stranger's hand touch me on my
bare shoulder and force me to wake up and let out a scream of terror before I
had looked around and noticed that I was back aboard the Galactica and it was
a concerned Lee who had also said, "Whoa! Take it easy, Kara. I had just came
back here to check up on you. I really didn't mean to wake you up like that.
Are you feeling okay?"
And of course, I had to look at poor Lee straight in the eye and tell him
that I was feeling okay and I was only having a bad dream but as soon as he
had left the room, I had suddenly began to have some serious doubts about the
answer that I had given to Lee and after the Galatica's chief medical officer
had finally taken the bandages off of my hands and told me how lucky I was to
still be alive, I had turned my eyes toward Commander Adama and told him
about my dream and the doubts that I had suddenly began having, causing him
to give me permission to start seeing the only psychiatrist aboard the entire
Battlestar, which happens to be you. So, Doctor?What do you think?Just please
tell me. Am I human or Cylon?