Slut Berry Fever

Slut Berry Fever

by

craigool

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Science Fiction/Fantasy - Picon women unleash libidos throughout fleet

[Author's notes: Warning! This is a science fiction sex story. There are strong multiple partner sex themes in this story. This story has some male/male sexual contact. If these themes don't please you, move on and don't comment about it, it will just be deleted. This hopefully will be hot enough to be a whack off story for the people who like these themes, as it does have a lot of sex in it. For those who don't like these themes please move along. Civil and constructive comments about writing are appreciated, hate speech will be deleted.]

[All characters are eighteen or older at the time any sexual contact in this story takes place.]

{This story takes place in a parallel universe to BattleStar Galactica '04 but uses none of their characters}

Picon is a world of almost endless water, with 3/4 of it's vast surface almost entirely covered by shimmering blue waves. The humid salty sea air mixes with the rich scent of buttered fish, a unique aroma said to be caused by the planet's watery environment. It is said by the Picon women that is why they smell like buttered fish when they get hot (or sexually excited). Unlike almost every other world in the fleet, Picon is governed by a matriarchal society that prides itself on its liberal values and liberal ideals which have saved the people of Picon over and over again throughout their history. So the Goddess in Residence (GiR), the leader of the Picon Council, decides to make the fleet loosen up the conservative majority draconian public dress and conduct codes, in the traditional Picon way - by example.

Volcanic islands jut out from the sea, forming the sea mountains of Picon, creating hidden forests and swamps filled with exotic flora. In those deep and almost always wet valleys there are secret hidden forests of the infamous Slut Berry Bushes, and near the ocean, swamps of the dreaded Dick Weed. The Dick Weed hosts a parasitic organism that infects its victims' vocal cords, giving a raspy tone to the victim, and a bad sore throat. According to Picon legend, only two things known to human kind can make the poor infected victim feel better, fresh semen (stale semen has no value to anyone), or the juices of the slutberry.

Over time, some Picon women have developed an immunity to the Dick Weed, but for those who hadn't, white slutberry juice (or wine) could ease their discomfort for over a day. Doses of Semen tend to provide temporary relief, sometimes only for as little as for two hours (depending on the virility of the donor and the stage of the infection), making a full night's sleep impossible. Doses of pure purple slutberry juice (or wine), even as small as a thimbleful, often provide relief for over a day. To punish those who violated religious covenants on Picon ships, a mixture of Dickweed, Slutberry pulp, and alcohol (in the right proportions) can delay the victim from even being aware they have been dosed for over a day. Every Picon ship in the fleet carries at least a flagon of Dickweed Wine to punish the unbelievers who dared to violate the Picon religious covenants.

So when the traditional One breast open toga style of the Picons was banned fleetwide by the Virgon controlled Fleet council- even on Picon home world ships, the outrage in the Picon council is met by the full retribution decreed by the enraged Goddess in Residence (GiR), who issues an edict, that during the days of the Lords of Kobol festival, gourds of Dick Weed / Slutberry / Wine would be shared with every ship. No pure Slutberry Wine is to be shared until two full Picon weeks have passed (36 days).

Gaius Doremicus, one of the elders on the Virgon council, currently holding the leadership position, graciously accepts a crystal goblet of deep purple wine from GiR Tanya Roberticus, noting her flame red hair (a perversion all by itself!) cascades down her back in soft curls, a stark contrast to her burlap robes and hood that she wears defiantly to cloak her robust figure. Even tucked away in her devout burlap robes with a hood, her fulsome curves cannot be fully restrained, her intriguing shape tormenting him by the hints of debauchery lurking beneath her modest attire. The aroma of the potent wine fills his nostrils, tempting him with its rich sweetness. To taste her, or to taste the wine, which does he want more?

"Thank you for your generosity. And I must say, your choice of dress may be modest, but your debauchery in serving size suggests otherwise," Gaius jokes with a playful wink at the alluring woman before him, the one being he thinks breaking his vows of purity would be worth doing it for. He takes a sip of the wine as he does his best to peel off her robes with his mind, remembering her bare breast from the days she could openly show it.

"Do not thank me yet. Our wine is potent and will surely lead to you debauching yourself within a day, and once violated in such a manner, who knows how long it will be before you come to your senses, if ever? Will you ever regain your senses enough to restore the rights you have stolen from us?" Tanya jokes as she teases him about things he cannot possibly know as she openly, wantonly flirts with Gaius. Then she verbally kicks him in the balls to let him know this isn't a social call.

Gaius chuckles at her words, enjoying their flirtatious banter. But his amusement quickly turns to anger when Tanya mentions their ship and their rights being violated.

"Begone whore! Make haste and return to your ship at once! While you still can before I lock you in chains!" Gaius loses his composure and points towards the docking bay.

Tanya's expression hardens at his outburst. "Lock me in chains? You think you have the right to rape me just because I am locked in your chains? Back to the ship you now pretend to rule? Back to the ship I am supposed to pretend to rule? Back to the ship we are imprisoned on by your unjust laws? You will suffer indignities you cannot yet imagine until our ship is returned to us and our rights granted us in the Alliance Charter are restored on every ship in the fleet. We have every right to walk any ship in the fleet on festival days as granted by Alliance Charter. Are we not free to walk any ship in the fleet? As required by law on festival days? Mark my words, you will rue the day you made us kneel before you and suffer this unjust treatment!" GiR Tanya demands, shouting with spittle and spite at her opponent. GiR Tanya nearly takes a second spit into his face she is so angry.

"Shipmaster: Take this whore and her spawn back to their shuttle immediately! Use whatever force is necessary!" Gaius demands over his radio, unable to contain his rage any longer, then continues, "You may practice your whore strut on the ship you are henceforth confined to by my order! The council has passed new law and you will obey it! Begone demon whore! And remember stupid cunt, under our law YOU CANNOT RAPE A WHORE!!!" Gaius raises up onto his tip toes to tower over her by a full head height as he yells at her. He is so certain of his Virgon led coalition he does not realize it is already crumbling like sand beneath his feet.

Tanya's eyes narrow into cold slits as she glares at Gaius. "Black of night and bitter bite. Curse the words you've said tonight. Sickness to you all will come. All your injustice borne before it leaves undone." GiR Tanya says in a neutral voice, as is customary for the Picon magic arts. Gaius barely hears half the words, but luckily the news crews have taped the encounter. All that matters to Gaius is that GiR Tanya waves her hand in the air and two columns of Picon refugees leave without further incident. The words of a whore mean nothing, her threats and curses even less.

Gaius pays no heed to her words, too consumed by his arrogance and certainty in his Virgon-led coalition. He is blind to the fact that it is already crumbling beneath his feet like sand. All that matters to him is maintaining control and power over those he deems inferior. To him, the words of a mere whore hold no weight, her threats and curses completely meaningless in the grand scheme of things.

But little does he know, Tanya's curses may have just set into motion a chain of events that will change everything.

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GiR Tanya issues an edict to all the Picon faithful in the fleet to come to her ship for Conclave, a festival, quasi-orgy, and elbow bending to slutberry wine. Of course it also obeys the Virgon controlled council order confining all Picon's to her ship. The Picon council meets in pro forma sessions, seeking how to honorably rule as a minority over a majority hell bent to deny them the rights their most fundamental laws give them.

Gaius and almost all the fleet awakens to pounding headaches, not unusual for a people unaccustomed to drinking, especially with rapidly vanishing stores of any type of liquor as the fleet flees the genocide of the Cylons. Some notice a sore throat later in the day, which quickly spreads throughout the fleet. No medical treatments are available to dull the raspy sandpaper feeling of their throats, due to the medical stores being so depleted, plus doctors being unfamiliar with the phage and not having any antidote or treatment. Some of the wives in the fleet notice complete temporary remission of symptoms after being forced by their usually abusive husbands into oral copulation. But kissing them makes their husbands symptoms fade too, and suddenly the wives are treated better, but with new demands for oral sex every two to four hours. Word of this 'treatment' spreads, and the closeted gay population quickly is outed by their lack of symptoms. The lesbian population takes to servicing the remaining single population that the single females were not already taking care of, while it becomes common for women to share kisses, especially immediately after oral copulation.

GiR Tanya addresses the fleet by vid. "Greetings, fellow members of our Great Alliance! My scientists tell me the fleet is infected with a phage from the swamps of our homeworld. Our experience tells us there are only two treatments successful in treating this plague, the first is fresh human semen, the second is a complicated consecrated religious elixir, which the fleet currently does not have the ability to produce in any significant quantity. The following instructions violate the laws of Virgon controlled worlds and ships. Since your laws are silly enough to criminalize the display of a single breast in public I shall freely violate them, as any moral Picon would, to save my fellow Alliance members certain torture, and within days, death."

GiR Tanya pauses for a moment to let her point sink in to the fleet that is already suffering. Then GiR Tanya's voice rings out, firm and commanding, as she addresses the crowded room of anxious and suffering fleet members, continuing "First, the only treatment available to the vast majority of the fleet so far is undiluted fresh semen which must be consumed by mouth. Stale semen is of no use to anyone." She pauses for a moment, letting her words sink in before continuing. The room is filled with murmurs and whispers at this instruction, but Tanya continues unfazed.

"Again, I repeat," she begins, "the undiluted fresh semen must be consumed by mouth." the shocked audience recoils at this direct violation of Virgon law but she continues, "Various techniques for extracting and consuming the semen also have various efficacy and duration of relief. Simply masturbating the penis of an adult male into a palm makes it easy for up to four or five people to be treated, but the relief is short lived, only lasting a half hour to an hour. Mixing the semen with saliva, as during oral copulation provides relief lasting an hour to two hours, plus is achieved through the sacrament of kissing. Both of these techniques tend to fade quickly with only a single supplier, within a day or two.", as GiR Tanya pauses, the extent of the horror of the attending crowd is akin to being required to eat out someones ass with every meal.

"Is there any man among you who is suffering horribly from the effects of the phage?" GiR Tanya Roberticus challenges the crowd, knowing full well most of her crowd has been selected specifically because they are not from Picon, thus infected and symptomatic.

A young man, handsome and virile, yet has his throat so swollen and raspy he can barely seem to breathe stands up.

"Come before me, and do not kneel as would be customary. Turn sideways." GiR Tanya Roberticus

also turns sideways and unties the neck laces of her robe, revealing both her breasts to him.

"I kneel before you to offer the sacrament of oral copulation. Do you accept? A nod will suffice." GiR Tanya Roberticus holds the man by his firm glutes, so glad a young, otherwise virile man is to be her sacramental offering to the fleet. The young man nods, so she unties the sash on his waist, pulling his pants and underclothes down to his ankles. He is already half erect just from seeing GiR Tanya Roberticus half naked as she begins stroking his turgid phallus.

"It may seem counter-intuitive, but even those near deaths door hold the seed of their own salvation. I consume the seed without consuming the seed, that I may bring you all salvation." GiR Tanya Roberticus demonstrates by stroking the proffered shaft with her hands and mouth.

"Those of you who wish to be free of the effects of the phage for a day must do as I do, bare breasted, with one or more males, and orally copulate with those males, or if you have a good wife or partner, have her do it for you." Guk, guk, guk, the sounds of GiR Tanya Roberticus sucking cock echo loudly in the room.

Picon volunteers, scattered throughout the audience get on their knees, in front of the worst afflicted men, untying their neck laces and the sashes of the men, some soon surrounded by several men seeking nothing more than a good blowjob, some seeking salvation, some seeking a sacrament from their union with a beautiful woman.

GiR Tanya Roberticus, being a goddess grade fellatrix, soon has the hips of the young man bucking in orgasm, spurting into her mouth, as she continues to stroke his shaft, coaxing more sperm into her mouth, turning left and right to show the audience the come is in her mouth. She then drools the come out into her palm, saying "In true Picon tradition, the consumer without consuming the seed must spit twice into the collected spend in the palm, to give the semen the ability to swim for hours in the mouths of those who accept the sacrament. " as she does so, then continues, "But I'm going to share with you a Picon secret only our most ardent believers know. There is a way to make the sperm swim for an entire day. Please kneel before me." GiR Tanya Roberticus stands, tying her skirt with the neck laces of her robe, so that it is cinched at the waist, yet falls away, open, completely revealing her completely open vulva, her bright red pussy hair, and her throbbing, engorged clitoris.

"If you would be so kind as to return the sacrament of oral copulation until I climax, I will show you how to make the sperm continue to swim for an entire day." GiR Tanya Roberticus offers, as her partner eagerly licks at the best pussy he's ever been offered, or might ever be offered. Standing there in front of the crowd, left hand palm up holding his cum, her back arches as even the untalented, unskilled, inexperienced young man before her gives her oral pleasure that instantly makes every single woman in the audience jealous. Licking up and down in a simple cat licking up cream fashion, her nipples stiffen as her hips thrust, claiming her sacrament of oral copulation climax for all to see.

GiR Tanya Roberticus then takes her right hand, dipping it inside her soaking wet channel, to coat the fingers with her own pussy cum. She then deposits the sanctified splooge on the outstretched fingers of her left hand, repeating scooping out the splooge and depositing it until the pool of cum and pool of splooge are almost equal in her hand. Closing the fingers of her hand gently, to avoid spilling or squeezing out any of the mixture, she says "You must treat the union of male consecration and female consecration as a holy thing, gently and with reverence. For today it is your salvation, and it will be your salvation again tomorrow. You do not need a sanctified union or marriage to do this. All you need is enough love in your heart to not want them to die."

GiR Tanya Roberticus then motions for people to come forward with her right hand, as she dips a finger into the pool of cum and splooge mixture, then dabs it between the lips of the young man, pulling him up to kiss her. As he clears his throat and says clearly "I am healed!" the audience erupts in raucous applause!

"All of you who wish to share in this sacrament may do so until it is gone. Tradition is to kiss the vessel of the sacrament, on either the upper or lower lips after receiving the sacrament. I ask given the volume of people today, you choose one or the other so I can bless two people at a time. I also ask that you repeat this blessing on your own throughout the fleet until no one suffers from the phage." GiR Tanya Roberticus begins serving the masses, one dab into the cum splooge, a tracing across their lips, one on bended knee to lick her sweet hot red pussy, another dab into the cum splooge, then tracing across another pair of lips, and a sweet kiss of her hot red lips. After a few minutes, the ravenous accolytes in the crowd and the even more ravenous GiR Tanya Roberticus herself have treated all of the audience, including themselves.

GiR Tanya Roberticus pauses, letting her words sink into the suffering fleet before continuing. Her voice is firm and stern as she speaks, "As you can see, these sacraments are completely effective in treating the phage. High sacraments of our faith are performed among multiple couples, which extends the efficacy beyond a single week. Twelve couples form the most basic unit, but to extend viability beyond 4 weeks, it must be extended to 24 couples, which essentially has infinite viability. A twelve couple unit can only be sustained for more than four weeks by performing a two couple simultaneous union, which is an advanced practice of our faith."

GiR Tanya Roberticus continues firmly in a very stern voice "Since Picons do not criminalize same sex relations inside or outside of consecrated unions, provisions must be made for them. Male same sex unions must be of the same size as the extended multiple couple unions. Female same sex unions must recruit men to provide the semen, and tolerate them. Using more than one male to climax in each female provides viability with as few as six couples. This is a sacrament reserved for deep space couples, but everyone in the fleet qualifies. We note that all of the couple based solutions qualify for the death penalty under current Virgon law, as do all of the same sex solutions." The mention of same-sex unions brings about a buzz in the room, so Tanya addresses it head-on.

GiR Tanya Roberticus concludes "Of course today you face a death sentence either way. Under the Virgon way, you are only allowed to die, either by phage or law. Under Picon law, the actions that save your lives are sacraments, holy sharing of self with community, to make both self and community stronger. We urge you to contact your homeworld representative to make the short term changes to make fleet law compatible with Picon laws so that you and your family can survive. Thank you for your time and attention to these serious matters. We will repeat this message to the fleet every quarter of a day."