Marshaleena

by

Kathyrn

The ocean called to him.  Apollo was standing on the shore, watching

the waves splash against the rocks, and the water beckoned him.  It

was no voice that he could hear; just a sense that he knew was there.

 It wanted to feel his body within its depths. It wanted to caress

his flesh with its salty touch.  It wanted to hold his bulk inside

its liquid grasp. 

The noise of machinery running nearby made him look up.  The mining

operations set to extract needed minerals from the ocean had been

fully functional for most of the morning.  The clanks and buzz from

the mechanisms had become normal over the last few sectons as the

procedures were set up.  His job right now was basic guard duty:

protect the operation.

He remembered when he first set foot on this planet during the recon

patrol that discovered it.  There was no population.  The planet was

mostly ocean with only two large continents and a string of smaller

landmasses.  As luck would have it, the mineral-rich water contained

many valuable resources the fleet needed to survive, and it was just

sitting there for the taking.

The one problem they anticipated was the ecosystem of the planet

being rich in animal life, and that included several predators.  It

was decided that the warriors were to be posted especially after

several large paw prints were found that included deep strips of bark

ripped from a tree.  There were to be no chances taken here.  For

armed warriors, carnivorous animals were a simple matter to defend

against. 

He recalled when he first saw the ocean.  It was one thing to see it

on a scanner in space, and another to see it from the air as he flew

over before landing.  But a feeling crept over him as he stood by the

shore with his two comrades.  It was a sense of longing and awe that

he hadn't felt in a long time on a new world. 

The water was still as glass at that moment, and he could see he

reflection upon its surface clearly.  As he peered into himself

looking back, the sense of yearning for the touch of the water upon

his skin surrounded him.  He had only seen an ocean a few times in

his life before, and that was yahrens ago.  The few sharp rocks

poking up above the mirrored surface seemed to echo what he felt.

Their sharp outlines against the sky were drawing his gaze and he

could not look away.  And the water was so clear.  Beneath the

reflections of the clouds and sun, he could see most of the rocks and

shells that lined the bottom with the occasional small fish darting

past to hide in the plant life that sprouted up. 

It was that sense of wondrous yearning that made him want to come

back to the planet, so it was to his benefit that he pulled a shift

of guard duty along the shores.  The desires that filled him only

flowed when he looked at the ocean.  Not when he looked away towards

the trees along the shore, nor at the sky or his own people and their

machines.  It only was the ocean, and he knew it was calling to him.

He was curious to know why.

A splash and a few shouts had sounded. Large fins were spotted off

in the distance circling nearer.  Predators of the deep were swimming

past.  The noises from the machines may have been attracting them.

After some air-observations, it was concluded that the operations

were stirring up the smaller fish, which were attracting the bigger

ones.  As long as operations were suspended by sunset, when the big

fish feeded, no threat was perceptive.

It was early in the afternoon when he got a moment to look deeply

into the ocean again.  The water was clear with small choppy waves

hitting the rocky shores.  He stood upon the edge and looked down at

the hidden world beneath the surface.  The plant-life was more

prolific here, rising up from the undersea rocks looking like the

tops of trees in a forest.  The swaying fronds of the seaweed danced

for him, and his eyes drank in the hypnotic movements.

Then he saw the shape floating past in a large shadow of green.  It

was a form that writhed sensuously beneath the waves and took on the

form of a human body floating by on her back.  She was large, larger

then any person ever was, and her skin was smooth and toned and the

color of a tropical sea.  Her eyes turned upwards towards him, and

her pupils were green. There where no whites in those eyes.  They

were blue.  Around her face was framed with shells, and the seaweed

flowed for her hair. 

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Apollo blinked and when he looked again.  She was gone.  Only the

seaweed and waves dancing for him remained with the rocks and shells

on the bottom. He felt stunned for a moment, and looked out over the

sky towards his own people to regain his thoughts.

“My father told me stories of sailors who thought they heard songs

and saw beautiful women among the rocks of a shore.  Those rocks

would break the ships they sailed in.  I always thought it was from

being alone with just each other at sea for to long, “ he thought to

himself.  “Maybe the same thing happens to those who sail the stars.

Maybe that's why these rocks seem to be calling me into this water.

I've spent to much time being a sailor….”

His thoughts were tucked into the back of his mind as he walked away

to continue his patrol.

A few centons later, he was able to return to that spot.  His shift

had ended, and he wanted to see the ocean once more before heading up

into space and back to his home.  The view had changed now.  It was

much later in the afternoon, and the winds were slightly stiffer then

they had been. The waves were choppy but small, with an occasional

splash reaching up to leave droplets on his face or boots.  He didn't

mind.  He could see the forest of sea vegetation among the rocks, and

the shells glittering from below.  He could still see the occasional

fish dart by quickly in a silent and frightened swim.  There was no

other form within his sight. 

He straightened back up to begin his walk away, when he saw her

again. The top of her head rose slightly out of the forest, and her

face turned upwards to look into his once again.  He knew this was no

dream or dementia.  She was real. 

He was about to call out when he heard a splash and felt a blow that

knocked him over.  He hadn't seen it coming, and when he fell, he

suddenly found himself immersed in the foaming wetness.  He could

swim, and he immediately tried to rise to the surface, but something

had him from behind and was holding him down.  He could not tell what

it was.  He knew he was being pulled under deeper, and to his horror,

he felt his body being rolled along the bottom in the manner of the

water reptiles he once heard about.  The effect was disorienting.  He

reached for his pistol, but realized it would be futile in the

liquid, and his shoulder was being dragged along the rocky bottom

where he could feel the rocks and shells poking at him. 

He gave a large kicking lurch and seemed to almost break free of what

held him.  Opening his eyes only gave him the site of foamy bubbles

rising and the seaweed dancing among the rocks just inches from his

nose.  His lungs began to hurt and he knew that soon he would be out

of breath.  He gave one last kick at the phantom that held him, and

then he blacked out.

He opened his eyes.  He could still feel the seaweed and the wet, but

there was air. He was breathing air.  His body ached mildly in

various places, and he slowly tried to move as he realized he was

lying on his side.  He rolled over quietly and sat up and took in his

surroundings. 

It appeared to be a cavern he was in.  The colors of shells and rocks

around him in green, blue and purple.  He was sitting on a bed of

seaweed beneath him that felt soft and warm and wet.  He could feel

the fronds beneath his hands.  Standing over him was an apparition

that made his senses stir. 

She was as tall as two men were, and her skin was smooth and green.

She wore no clothing or ornaments of any type. The shell-like ridges

around her face were obviously natural body structures.  Behind them

streamed a growth that framed her head like human hair.  It resembled

the plant-life growing in the ocean, but it was different.  It was

more fine and smoother.  She was leaning over Apollo staring at him

as intently as he was at her.  His face wore a stunned expression.

Hers wore a look of concern.

“Careful,” she spoke to him in a voice that had the softness of a

gentle breeze and the music of a bird. “You almost drowned.”

“You speak my language?”  He asked her.  His voice slightly shook. 

She nodded but she did not elaborate.  Apollo noted that.  “It was

easier to bring you down here then back up to the surface.  This was

closer.  You needed air.” 

“What happened to me?”  He wanted to know. 

“Why, you fell in the water, and were pulled under by one of the

strong currents that caught you.”  Her voice twinkled merrily.

His alarms in his head were sounding as he tried to gingerly stand

up.  He knew that something had him.  A predator, he figured. 

Why

was she lying to him?  Unless it was she who was the predator.

“I felt something holding me down.  What had me?”  His tone showed he

did not believe her. 

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“Why, that was me,” she responded in that musical voice with a bright

smile. “I told you, the current had you.    I was trying to pull

you

away from it, and it was not easy….those currents are very strong.”

Should he believe her? He wasn't sure, and inclined not to.

Whomever had him had refused to let go when he kicked himself free. 

“I need to get back to my own people.  How can I find them?”  With

that question, he looked around the cave better, and the only doorway

he saw was a small tunnel by a shallow pool of water.  “Is that the

only way out?”

She sat on the bed next to where he was standing.  He was aware of

her closeness and her nudity.  He wouldn't let it cloud his senses.

“Yes,” she answered him.  “It is the only way in and out of here.

But you can't leave now.  The tide has risen and you would never make

it to the surface before you ran out of breath.”  She touched him

with a smooth hand on his shoulder.  It was a larger hand then he had

ever seen, but he was aware of the heat from her touch.  That type of

touch had only meant one thing from a human.  She let a single nail

from her index finger scrape his cheek.  “Why don't you relax here in

my home with me for a little while.  Then you can leave.  Come

here….you must be cold and wet and tired from your ordeal.”

She turned away from him to press some fronds flowing from the top of

her bed.  He was aware at how her muscles moved as she twisted her

body.  He became aware of the room filling with a warm dry heat. 

“There now, “ she crooned.  “That's better.  You'll be more

comfortable now.  And I want you to be comfortable.”

She turned again to face him and reached out with her large arms to

pull at his jacket.  “Why don't you take off your clothes.  They are

wet and salty and will only make you itch.” 

He took off his jacket, but his instincts told him not to trust her

any further.  He kept gazing around the room at the one way out. 

She picked up the tossed-aside jacket, weighed-down with water.  “Oh

my, “ she groaned, fingering the clasps, “So hard and heavy.  These

won't do at all.”  She looked at his boots.  “Can I get you to at

least remove your footwear?”

His gaze was on the myriad of colored rocks and shells on the floor

around her, and his motion was to take a step back, hand slowly going

for the weapon around his waist.  He prayed it wasn't badly damaged

from his swim.

“So frightened, are you?”  She seemed genuinely disappointed.  Her

face gave a slight frown on her sharp features.  “Is this how you

repay someone for saving your life?  Very well.  Keep your clothing

on, and be uncomfortable.  Keep those heavy boots on your feet.  It's

your choice to make.”  She got up off her bed and stalked to a corner

dropping the jacket she had been holding.  She picked up a colored

object that had several points in symmetry projecting from it.

Apollo feared it was a weapon, until she said, “Come stand by me.  I

want to comb your hair.” 

At his questioning look for a response, she slowly strode closer to

him.  “Your hair…”she repeated.  “I want to touch it.  I am not

going

to hurt you.  It's going to dry and be salty in a moment.  I want to

feel it while it is wet.”  She reached out with smooth fingers to

touch his head.  There was depth to her touch. And her face showed a

look of pleasure as her hands softly stroked him.  “You look

delicious.  Has anyone ever told you that before?”

He nodded, but pulled away from her.  “My wife did once.”

She gave him a surprise startle.  “Oh, so your people take mates.  I

wonder what else we have in common.”

That was a discussion opener.  “Who are you?”  He asked.

“I am Marshaleena.  My people live here beneath the sea.”

He glanced at her breast and looked back at her eyes very quickly.

“Why would sea-people have breasts?”  He only thought that question.

It was not in his personality to ask it out loud.

She caught his gaze, and ran her hands across her chest, holding them

out then letting them drop slowly again where they swayed in their

natural position unhampered by her hold.  “Why, we're mammals, too.

That's why I have these.”

He looked away embarrassed.  “Can you read minds, too?” 

He heard her chuckle.  “No silly.  I saw you looking.  We breathe

air

like you, but my larger size gives me bigger lungs.”  In two strides

she was by him again, though he had been inching away from her.  “I

don't mind if you look.”  She leaned down, placing her nipples right

by his ear.  “And I don't mind if you touch,” she purred.

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He made a quick dart and turned away from her offer.  He found

himself standing by the seaweed bed, and when he turned to face her,

the disappointment shown on her face.

“Look, it is imperative that I get back,” He tried. 

“And I told you, “she answered, “That you can't go back yet until the

tide falls.  You'd never make it.” 

She had him cornered.  He was between her and the bed, so he decided

to sit down.  He couldn't get past her hulking frame.

She softened at the site of him sitting.  “So, why don't you just

relax and let me pleasure you.”  She dropped to all fours, so she was

closer to his height, and crawled over to him across the floor, her

eyes the eyes of a hungry cat. Her tongue darted out from between

her lips.  Her hand reached up and rested on his thigh, squeezing

gently.  “So delectable,” she crooned in his eyes.  “I only want to

feel the delights of your body.”

He stood up at that, her hand still clinging to his leg.  He felt her

lips on his ear, her tongue tasting his skin.  “Let me feel your

tongue on mine, “ she moaned.  “Is that to much to ask?”  

His discomfort was visible.  “I can't.”  He pulled himself away, and

found himself against the nearest wall.  He was looking up at the

ceiling as if he was thinking of climbing, when she exploded at him ,

“You will pleasure my flesh.  You will satisfy my desire.  I will

have your body now.”

He was without warning suddenly caught by the fronds of green that

were splayed everywhere.  They snaked around his wrist and held him.

He found his hands being pulled behind his back and bound, before he

had a chance to even try and grab his pistol.  To his surprise, his

fingers could break through the individual threads of his bindings,

but it unfortunately wasn't fast enough for him to make an escape.

Still, he kept trying, working his hands, and hoping to reach his

weapon. 

He felt her breath on the back of his neck, as her lips hovered right

behind him, where she knelt down at his back with him standing

between her thighs.  “I want to taste you, “she whispered at him, her

voice just by his ears.  She moved her mouth across his hair.  She

tasted the salt water dripping from him. 

He felt her lips part over the top of his head.  Her breath was

blowing on him, and he could not turn his neck.  Still, his fingers

kept working thread by thread. Her arms snaked around his waist.

Both hands, to feel his body and then grasp around him hard, to lift

him off the ground.  It was then that he realized what was about to

happen and he nearly cussed, “Frack.” 

He found his head inside her jaws.  For a moment, he had an intimate

view of her teeth and gums and the roof of her mouth.  He could feel

her tongue on the back of his neck, pulsing, tasting, beneath his

shoulders as  he began to thrash sharply in a hope to prevent the

inevitable.

Marshaleena felt the struggles.  She knew that he would free himself

if given the chance, and she wasn't about to let that happen.  Not

when she had him in her mouth. She took a deep breath, and then

gulped him down so quickly, he scraped her throat.  She could feel

the muscles in her neck expand as he slid deeper into her through her

jaws, his legs sliding past her lips.  She felt a booted foot place a

well-timed kick in her nose, and she regretted at not getting him to

take them off first, but upon the second swallow he fell past her

rib-cage and came to rest softly inside her waist. 

She held her sore nose then, catching her breath, feeling the pain

from her neck through her chest and the heavy fullness of her stomach

as it stretched from inside her.  There was salt water upon her

tongue, and another taste of sweetness that was faint and fading.  “I

would have liked to have savored you more, “she said to the bulge in

her middle, though she doubted he could hear her now.  “But if I

delayed, you would have freed yourself.  Well, it doesn't matter if

you get the binds off now that you're within my skin.” She sighed as

she touched that bulge for the first time with her trembling fingers.

 â€œIt doesn't matter at all now.  You're mine.”

Apollo felt his instincts as soon as he passed by her teeth. He

wasn't sure at first whether he should continue with trying to free

his bindings, or get her to drop him, and he found himself slipping

past her tongue and her throat was constricting him.  He could feel

her teeth at his knees, and he knew his feet were still on the

outside of her, and he felt his foot make contact hard when he

kicked.  Then, he was being crushed by the throat muscles once again,

and he knew he had lost.  He found himself flowing down a dark ride

and ending surrounding by warmth, wetness, darkness, and a fetid

smell of flesh.  His legs were drawn under him, and there was nothing

but smoothness to the membranes that surrounded him.  The open world

that was behind him had closed after his feet, and he knew where he

was.   He felt his heaving surroundings stretch to hold him, where he

had hoped he might break free yet still.  He felt the liquids on his

skin, and he dared not open his eyes at the bur

 n that began over his body.  Is this how it is supposed to end? 

He

wondered.

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Marshaleena crawled over to her bed, and carefully placed her body

down upon the softness beneath her.  The heaviness in her waist held

her down, and the pain from her stretching skin tingled from her

sides to her back.   Despite her pain, she felt ecstasy at the

fullness in her belly, and she could feel the man within her, filling

her hunger. 

She ran her hand over her swollen stomach, laying on her side, and

mumbled, “There now.  Go to sleep.  Go to sleep, and it will go much

easier for you.  You will be at peace. Go to sleep.”  She felt his

flesh within her own.  Her fingers kneaded into her skin, and she

stroked the muscles of the man on the other side of her touch as he

lay within her body.

Apollo was tightly bound, and unable to move in his womb-like prison.

 His hands were behind his back, his legs tucked underneath him, and

his skin was on fire.  He would never open his eyes.  He felt those

hands running over his back from the other side of his confinement.

They stroked and attempted to sooth him, and part of him was willing

to give in and accept that he had lost the struggle.  He could just

fade into sleep, and then just fade…..

 Satisfaction and delight poured through every part of Marshaleena's

being. The bliss of contentment enveloped her, as she continued to

lie on her side stroking the swell of her girth.  She felt every

contour of her middle, the convex shape of her waist, the strain of

her skin as it expanded from the man inside her belly. “You are so

beautiful, “ she moaned to him.  “I waited for this moment from the

time I first saw you looking down into the water.”  Her fingers

pressed into her own flesh of her fat middle, and she touched him

through her own tissue encasing his body.  “Could you feel my desire

for you?  I sensed that you could every time you came to the water to

look upon my domain.  I felt that you knew I was there, drawing you

towards me….towards this, “ she patted her bulging stomach.  “And now

I have you, and we are together as one while you feed my desire for

you….and feed  me……”  She closed her eyes and let sleep slowly take

over  her bliss.

Apollo felt his face press against the wall of flesh that held him.

Anger was growing  in his heart.  Anger that he had come through so

much and it was going to end this way and here.  He could not let

that happen.  His curled up legs were beginning to ache, and as he

stretched them slowly, feeling the membranes around him resisting, he

could tell there was a hardness just past his heels.  His brain told

him it was her rib cage, just above her stomach, and he kicked once

more as hard as he could while the liquid jolted around him from his

blow. 

She lifted her head with a start.  Then, another kick and another.

“Don't be that way, “ She said to him. “Now, there is nothing more

you can do about where you are.  You won't be able to get out. Why

don't you just accept that?”

One more smack with his foot, and she began to feel a tingling pain

from where his heels kept hitting her insides. Without thinking,

just wanting him to stop, she smacked at her bloated mound of a

stomach, right above her naval, but realized that she just hurt

herself as well with that slap.

It worked.  He felt the blow and stopped for a moment and waited to

see what would happen next.  Nothing.  It was a tense moment, with

both of them waiting to see what move the other would make. 

He felt his own mouth and nose pressing into the walls of her body,

and he felt his teeth. He slowly opened his lips, taking in her

inner fluids upon his own tongue, and he nipped at her flesh with his

own jaws.

She gasped at the new sensation.  It did not hurt much, but it was

uncomfortable enough to make her sit up, look down upon her fat

belly, and punch her hands below her navel, where she knew his head

was. 

Her flesh in his mouth had struck back.  The pressing fingers had

punched his teeth and tongue, causing his jaw to hurt. But he knew

she must have felt pain at that as well.

Marshaleena did suffer.  This man in her belly was taking the

pleasure out of the digestive aftermath of being her meal.  Then, the

thrashing began again. He was struggling with his whole body,

jolting and thrusting where he could against his imprisonment,

racking his teeth against the flesh pressing into his face. 

At one point, he realized his hands were free. The bindings that

held them had finally broken, and he could now move his arms.  He

intended to scratch and punch as much as he could, futile as it

seemed, when by his hip, his wrist felt a familiar hardness.  His

weapon.  His piston was still at his side.  He could not believe his

luck.  Why would she swallow his pistol along with him? 

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He didn't dwell on that question long. He only hoped it had enough

in it for one more fire.  His fingers grasped the handle and he

slowly pulled it from the holster, and when it was free of his belt,

he pushed the nozzle into the walls of the membranes that held him

and pulled the trigger.

The explosion tore a hole in front of him, and he felt air upon his

skin.  He opened his eyes and saw a sliver of light in front of him.

He reached with his hands and pulled the soft flesh apart, and thrust

his whole body through that ray of light.  He was covered in blood

and bits of torn tissue, but his eyes could see the shells and rocks

of the cavern once more.  He fell upon the ground and crawled away

from the wet incarceration behind him, and stood up weakly, in pain,

to see Marshaleena staring at him in horror, a gaping hole down her

torso as she lied there in front of him. 

As he raised his pistol to her chest and fired once more, he said to

her, “I am not food.”

With the knowledge that she was now dead, he began to feel the pain

of the acids on his hands and face.  His skin burned, and he could

see patches of disfigurement at his knuckles.  He could feel them on

his face.  Dizzy and disoriented, he staggered over to the small pool

that shimmered with water, and the one tunnel that was the only way

out of the cavern.  He wondered if it was true that he could not make

it out.  He had no recollection of how far through it he had come.

But, he had to try it. There was no other way.  He could either die

here in the cavern, by the corpse of his captor, or he could drown

trying to escape.  The choice was clear to him.

He stretched his muscles slowly, then decided to take off his boots.

They would only encumber his swim to freedom.  The irony of him

removing them now was not lost on him. After he pulled them off, he

stepped into the water.  It was cold and the chill awoke his tired

body into action.  The pool was only waist-deep to him, and he took a

few breaths, ducked his head under the water and held it, coming up

to the surface to pant and heave and take another breath, until he

was sure that he had his best chance of surviving the swim.

He took his final deepest breath and plunged, pushing himself through

the tunnel of stone that led his path. He kicked and swam as fast as

he can, seeing nothing but a narrow window of rock in front of him

that stretched past his sight.

Apollo felt the pressure in  his lungs, and he knew that he did not

have much time.  The salt-water made his skin burn, but he pressed on

forward.  In his head, he heard clicks and squeaks, twisting behind

his eyes and above his ears.  His chest hurt, and his nose ached to

breathe again.

The twisting and clicking and pressure in his chest became

unbearable, and when he thought he had reached his limit, he found

himself free of the womb-like tunnel and in the open sea, surrounded

by many small white bubbles.  He flew upwards, closing his eyes for

fear if he kept them open, his mouth would follow struggling for

breath.  He felt the water above him, and then he could tell that he

reached the surface.  He was to weak to gasp for air, and his body

was to exhausted to swim anymore.  He felt the oxygen enter his nose

in one gasp, along with several drops of water, and he sputtered,

then the blackness over took him and he no longer felt any pain.

When Apollo opened his eyes, he was aware that he was on his back,

and harsh lights were above him.  He could breathe normally, and his

skin itched.  His body was wrapped in a silver cloth.  His clothes

were gone.  A welcome sight to his eyes was the face of his father,

gazing down upon him with a warmth and benevolence that he had known

all his life.  He could feel Adama's hand wanting to reach out to

comfort  him, and he welcomed that comfort after his ordeal.

Adam spoke softly to him when he saw his son open his eyes.  “You're

in Life Station.  Dr Salik has been treating your injuries.  How do

you feel?”

Apollo had to conjure the energy to speak.  “How….how did anyone find

me?”

“Several warriors saw you pulled into the sea by the creature. A

search had been conducted over the area both for you and the threat

to our people when you were found in the water nearby. They tried to

treat you with the medics at the work site, who stabilized your

condition, then brought you back to the Galactica.”

“Have you been here this entire time?  How long have I been here?”

Apollo asked. 

Adam smiled and looked down.  “You've been here a few days.  Dr Salik

can fill you in on the nature of your injuries.  No, my duties

prevented me from being here the entire time with you, but your

sister and your friends all came to see you.  Dr Salik said that it

was best you were kept sedated until he could complete the skin

regenerations. And there were other complications.”

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“Boxey?”  Apollo had to know.  “Where is he?”

“He finally got to see you only recently,” Adam's face took on a

slightly grave expression.  “He's in Learning Period right now, I

believe.  Your injuries were so horrendous at first, that I felt he

needed to be spared that alarming site.  Once we knew that you were

going to survive, I let him see his father to know that it was going

to be all right.”

It was at that moment that Dr Salik appeared beside Adama, looking

upon Apollo with interest.  “There is a cavern, “ Apollo told them.

“In it, was a woman who claimed to be from a race of people on this

planet.”

Adama hesitated before saying, “We found a cavern when we continued

to search the area.  When the crew first found you and saw the burns,

we thought you had been immersed in some form of chemical in the

water. We found the cave, and the corpse of what was in there.”

Dr Salik interjected, “Apollo, besides the burns on your skin, your

system was filled with a neurotoxin that was effecting your nervous

system.  I had to pump you full of an antidote to counter the

effects.”

“There was a woman in that cave, “ Apollo said,  “Then you've found

her body?”

Adama now placed a warm hand over the silver cloth that covered his

son's itchy skin.  “We brought the corpse on board, and, Apollo,

we've been studying her.”

When he was well enough, Dr Salik discharged him from the Life

Station and he was able to put on a clean uniform.  Funny how

something as little as clean clothes took on a new significance after

his trauma.  He was reunited with his son, and in the middle of the

warm embrace as he held that small person in his arms, he heard the

young voice say, “Grandfather wouldn't let me see you. He said you

were hurt very bad, but then when he told me that you would stay

alive, he let me look at you while you were sleeping.”

“I was hurt very bad, Boxey,” he replied softly, “But it's over now.”

“What does new skin feel like?”  Boxey asked him as the hug ended.

“Grandfather told me that they made you a new skin.”

Apollo laughed at that.  “It itches.  A lot.”

His next stop was the science center.  The young man on duty, someone

he never saw before, was explaining to him, “The creature is related

to the lampreys, but carries a toxin similar to an anome.  One major

difference is its size.  It was much larger then any similar creature

of its type found on our home-worlds.  But that is not unheard of if

they breed in a prolific area for food.”

They were standing in a lab, and the man stooped to pull open a small

metal cupboard in the wall.  Apollo knew what that unit was:  a

refrigeration unit. 

On the tray that was pulled out there rested an animal that had one

long jagged hole ripped down its middle and several places where it

had been sliced and dissected. Its body was a long tail, like a

snakes, and around its jagged mouth were several thin long tentacles

that framed its head like a mane. 

The color was right.  It was green, but covered with scales.  Its

size was also right.  But the form was all wrong.

Apollo shook his head. “This isn't the thing that had me.  Are you

sure this came from the cavern I had been in?”

“This long incision was made by a Colonial laser, “ the young

scientist answered him.  “And in the same cave, we found this.”  He

opened another preservation bin, and inside Apollo recognized his

discarded Jacket and boots.  The Jacket was stained with the

seawater, and had several tears in the suede.  The boots were now a

slightly different color. 

The scientist continued.  “The appendages of the animal contain a

neurotoxin.  The same substance was found on your clothing and in

your system.  The substance could have paralyzed something small,

like a fish, but on something as large as a human, it would have

taken a significant quantity.”

“Where she touched me, “ Apollo whispered to himself as he stared at

the corpse, trying to reconcile this torn-apart carcass with the

green apparition he had seen in his mind.  He noticed that the

tentacles resembled her hair. 

“You mean you actually saw a large green beautiful woman?”  Starbuck

asked him in the officer's club centons later.

“I saw the creature as they pulled it from the water,” Boomer told

them.  “It didn't resemble anything like a woman to me.”

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Apollo shook his head. “I was told it was the effect of some form of

toxin in my system the thing uses to capture its prey. It made me

see things that weren't there. It explains a few things.”  He rested

his head on his hand.  “Like how she could speak our language and why

she had breasts…”

“Breasts?”  Starbuck interjected.  “You were staring at a giant pair

of breast and all's you could wonder is why she had them?” 

Boomer rolled his eyes at the tone of this conversation was taking.

“I can tell what would have happened to you, Starbuck, if it had been

you instead of Apollo down in that cave.”

“So, what do you think would have happened?”  Starbuck inquired,

knowing the answer to his question would be fully loaded.

“Oh, you would have ended up as her dinner as well, but only after

you went up the other end first.”

The laughter that came from Apollo's lips at that bawdy comment was

music to his heart as he finally felt the tension easing and things

returning to normal.

Marshaleena

The ocean called to him.  Apollo was standing on the shore, watching

the waves splash against the rocks, and the water beckoned him.  It

was no voice that he could hear; just a sense that he knew was there.

 It wanted to feel his body within its depths. It wanted to caress

his flesh with its salty touch.  It wanted to hold his bulk inside

its liquid grasp. 

The noise of machinery running nearby made him look up.  The mining

operations set to extract needed minerals from the ocean had been

fully functional for most of the morning.  The clanks and buzz from

the mechanisms had become normal over the last few sectons as the

procedures were set up.  His job right now was basic guard duty:

protect the operation.

He remembered when he first set foot on this planet during the recon

patrol that discovered it.  There was no population.  The planet was

mostly ocean with only two large continents and a string of smaller

landmasses.  As luck would have it, the mineral-rich water contained

many valuable resources the fleet needed to survive, and it was just

sitting there for the taking.

The one problem they anticipated was the ecosystem of the planet

being rich in animal life, and that included several predators.  It

was decided that the warriors were to be posted especially after

several large paw prints were found that included deep strips of bark

ripped from a tree.  There were to be no chances taken here.  For

armed warriors, carnivorous animals were a simple matter to defend

against. 

He recalled when he first saw the ocean.  It was one thing to see it

on a scanner in space, and another to see it from the air as he flew

over before landing.  But a feeling crept over him as he stood by the

shore with his two comrades.  It was a sense of longing and awe that

he hadn't felt in a long time on a new world. 

The water was still as glass at that moment, and he could see he

reflection upon its surface clearly.  As he peered into himself

looking back, the sense of yearning for the touch of the water upon

his skin surrounded him.  He had only seen an ocean a few times in

his life before, and that was yahrens ago.  The few sharp rocks

poking up above the mirrored surface seemed to echo what he felt.

Their sharp outlines against the sky were drawing his gaze and he

could not look away.  And the water was so clear.  Beneath the

reflections of the clouds and sun, he could see most of the rocks and

shells that lined the bottom with the occasional small fish darting

past to hide in the plant life that sprouted up. 

It was that sense of wondrous yearning that made him want to come

back to the planet, so it was to his benefit that he pulled a shift

of guard duty along the shores.  The desires that filled him only

flowed when he looked at the ocean.  Not when he looked away towards

the trees along the shore, nor at the sky or his own people and their

machines.  It only was the ocean, and he knew it was calling to him.

He was curious to know why.

A splash and a few shouts had sounded. Large fins were spotted off

in the distance circling nearer.  Predators of the deep were swimming

past.  The noises from the machines may have been attracting them.

After some air-observations, it was concluded that the operations

were stirring up the smaller fish, which were attracting the bigger

ones.  As long as operations were suspended by sunset, when the big

fish feeded, no threat was perceptive.

It was early in the afternoon when he got a moment to look deeply

into the ocean again.  The water was clear with small choppy waves

hitting the rocky shores.  He stood upon the edge and looked down at

the hidden world beneath the surface.  The plant-life was more

prolific here, rising up from the undersea rocks looking like the

tops of trees in a forest.  The swaying fronds of the seaweed danced

for him, and his eyes drank in the hypnotic movements.

Then he saw the shape floating past in a large shadow of green.  It

was a form that writhed sensuously beneath the waves and took on the

form of a human body floating by on her back.  She was large, larger

then any person ever was, and her skin was smooth and toned and the

color of a tropical sea.  Her eyes turned upwards towards him, and

her pupils were green. There where no whites in those eyes.  They

were blue.  Around her face was framed with shells, and the seaweed

flowed for her hair. 

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Apollo blinked and when he looked again.  She was gone.  Only the

seaweed and waves dancing for him remained with the rocks and shells

on the bottom. He felt stunned for a moment, and looked out over the

sky towards his own people to regain his thoughts.

“My father told me stories of sailors who thought they heard songs

and saw beautiful women among the rocks of a shore.  Those rocks

would break the ships they sailed in.  I always thought it was from

being alone with just each other at sea for to long, “ he thought to

himself.  “Maybe the same thing happens to those who sail the stars.

Maybe that's why these rocks seem to be calling me into this water.

I've spent to much time being a sailor….”

His thoughts were tucked into the back of his mind as he walked away

to continue his patrol.

A few centons later, he was able to return to that spot.  His shift

had ended, and he wanted to see the ocean once more before heading up

into space and back to his home.  The view had changed now.  It was

much later in the afternoon, and the winds were slightly stiffer then

they had been. The waves were choppy but small, with an occasional

splash reaching up to leave droplets on his face or boots.  He didn't

mind.  He could see the forest of sea vegetation among the rocks, and

the shells glittering from below.  He could still see the occasional

fish dart by quickly in a silent and frightened swim.  There was no

other form within his sight. 

He straightened back up to begin his walk away, when he saw her

again. The top of her head rose slightly out of the forest, and her

face turned upwards to look into his once again.  He knew this was no

dream or dementia.  She was real. 

He was about to call out when he heard a splash and felt a blow that

knocked him over.  He hadn't seen it coming, and when he fell, he

suddenly found himself immersed in the foaming wetness.  He could

swim, and he immediately tried to rise to the surface, but something

had him from behind and was holding him down.  He could not tell what

it was.  He knew he was being pulled under deeper, and to his horror,

he felt his body being rolled along the bottom in the manner of the

water reptiles he once heard about.  The effect was disorienting.  He

reached for his pistol, but realized it would be futile in the

liquid, and his shoulder was being dragged along the rocky bottom

where he could feel the rocks and shells poking at him. 

He gave a large kicking lurch and seemed to almost break free of what

held him.  Opening his eyes only gave him the site of foamy bubbles

rising and the seaweed dancing among the rocks just inches from his

nose.  His lungs began to hurt and he knew that soon he would be out

of breath.  He gave one last kick at the phantom that held him, and

then he blacked out.

He opened his eyes.  He could still feel the seaweed and the wet, but

there was air. He was breathing air.  His body ached mildly in

various places, and he slowly tried to move as he realized he was

lying on his side.  He rolled over quietly and sat up and took in his

surroundings. 

It appeared to be a cavern he was in.  The colors of shells and rocks

around him in green, blue and purple.  He was sitting on a bed of

seaweed beneath him that felt soft and warm and wet.  He could feel

the fronds beneath his hands.  Standing over him was an apparition

that made his senses stir. 

She was as tall as two men were, and her skin was smooth and green.

She wore no clothing or ornaments of any type. The shell-like ridges

around her face were obviously natural body structures.  Behind them

streamed a growth that framed her head like human hair.  It resembled

the plant-life growing in the ocean, but it was different.  It was

more fine and smoother.  She was leaning over Apollo staring at him

as intently as he was at her.  His face wore a stunned expression.

Hers wore a look of concern.

“Careful,” she spoke to him in a voice that had the softness of a

gentle breeze and the music of a bird. “You almost drowned.”

“You speak my language?”  He asked her.  His voice slightly shook. 

She nodded but she did not elaborate.  Apollo noted that.  “It was

easier to bring you down here then back up to the surface.  This was

closer.  You needed air.” 

“What happened to me?”  He wanted to know. 

“Why, you fell in the water, and were pulled under by one of the

strong currents that caught you.”  Her voice twinkled merrily.

His alarms in his head were sounding as he tried to gingerly stand

up.  He knew that something had him.  A predator, he figured. 

Why

was she lying to him?  Unless it was she who was the predator.

“I felt something holding me down.  What had me?”  His tone showed he

did not believe her. 

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“Why, that was me,” she responded in that musical voice with a bright

smile. “I told you, the current had you.    I was trying to pull

you

away from it, and it was not easy….those currents are very strong.”

Should he believe her? He wasn't sure, and inclined not to.

Whomever had him had refused to let go when he kicked himself free. 

“I need to get back to my own people.  How can I find them?”  With

that question, he looked around the cave better, and the only doorway

he saw was a small tunnel by a shallow pool of water.  “Is that the

only way out?”

She sat on the bed next to where he was standing.  He was aware of

her closeness and her nudity.  He wouldn't let it cloud his senses.

“Yes,” she answered him.  “It is the only way in and out of here.

But you can't leave now.  The tide has risen and you would never make

it to the surface before you ran out of breath.”  She touched him

with a smooth hand on his shoulder.  It was a larger hand then he had

ever seen, but he was aware of the heat from her touch.  That type of

touch had only meant one thing from a human.  She let a single nail

from her index finger scrape his cheek.  “Why don't you relax here in

my home with me for a little while.  Then you can leave.  Come

here….you must be cold and wet and tired from your ordeal.”

She turned away from him to press some fronds flowing from the top of

her bed.  He was aware at how her muscles moved as she twisted her

body.  He became aware of the room filling with a warm dry heat. 

“There now, “ she crooned.  “That's better.  You'll be more

comfortable now.  And I want you to be comfortable.”

She turned again to face him and reached out with her large arms to

pull at his jacket.  “Why don't you take off your clothes.  They are

wet and salty and will only make you itch.” 

He took off his jacket, but his instincts told him not to trust her

any further.  He kept gazing around the room at the one way out. 

She picked up the tossed-aside jacket, weighed-down with water.  “Oh

my, “ she groaned, fingering the clasps, “So hard and heavy.  These

won't do at all.”  She looked at his boots.  “Can I get you to at

least remove your footwear?”

His gaze was on the myriad of colored rocks and shells on the floor

around her, and his motion was to take a step back, hand slowly going

for the weapon around his waist.  He prayed it wasn't badly damaged

from his swim.

“So frightened, are you?”  She seemed genuinely disappointed.  Her

face gave a slight frown on her sharp features.  “Is this how you

repay someone for saving your life?  Very well.  Keep your clothing

on, and be uncomfortable.  Keep those heavy boots on your feet.  It's

your choice to make.”  She got up off her bed and stalked to a corner

dropping the jacket she had been holding.  She picked up a colored

object that had several points in symmetry projecting from it.

Apollo feared it was a weapon, until she said, “Come stand by me.  I

want to comb your hair.” 

At his questioning look for a response, she slowly strode closer to

him.  “Your hair…”she repeated.  “I want to touch it.  I am not

going

to hurt you.  It's going to dry and be salty in a moment.  I want to

feel it while it is wet.”  She reached out with smooth fingers to

touch his head.  There was depth to her touch. And her face showed a

look of pleasure as her hands softly stroked him.  “You look

delicious.  Has anyone ever told you that before?”

He nodded, but pulled away from her.  “My wife did once.”

She gave him a surprise startle.  “Oh, so your people take mates.  I

wonder what else we have in common.”

That was a discussion opener.  “Who are you?”  He asked.

“I am Marshaleena.  My people live here beneath the sea.”

He glanced at her breast and looked back at her eyes very quickly.

“Why would sea-people have breasts?”  He only thought that question.

It was not in his personality to ask it out loud.

She caught his gaze, and ran her hands across her chest, holding them

out then letting them drop slowly again where they swayed in their

natural position unhampered by her hold.  “Why, we're mammals, too.

That's why I have these.”

He looked away embarrassed.  “Can you read minds, too?” 

He heard her chuckle.  “No silly.  I saw you looking.  We breathe

air

like you, but my larger size gives me bigger lungs.”  In two strides

she was by him again, though he had been inching away from her.  “I

don't mind if you look.”  She leaned down, placing her nipples right

by his ear.  “And I don't mind if you touch,” she purred.

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He made a quick dart and turned away from her offer.  He found

himself standing by the seaweed bed, and when he turned to face her,

the disappointment shown on her face.

“Look, it is imperative that I get back,” He tried. 

“And I told you, “she answered, “That you can't go back yet until the

tide falls.  You'd never make it.” 

She had him cornered.  He was between her and the bed, so he decided

to sit down.  He couldn't get past her hulking frame.

She softened at the site of him sitting.  “So, why don't you just

relax and let me pleasure you.”  She dropped to all fours, so she was

closer to his height, and crawled over to him across the floor, her

eyes the eyes of a hungry cat. Her tongue darted out from between

her lips.  Her hand reached up and rested on his thigh, squeezing

gently.  “So delectable,” she crooned in his eyes.  “I only want to

feel the delights of your body.”

He stood up at that, her hand still clinging to his leg.  He felt her

lips on his ear, her tongue tasting his skin.  “Let me feel your

tongue on mine, “ she moaned.  “Is that to much to ask?”  

His discomfort was visible.  “I can't.”  He pulled himself away, and

found himself against the nearest wall.  He was looking up at the

ceiling as if he was thinking of climbing, when she exploded at him ,

“You will pleasure my flesh.  You will satisfy my desire.  I will

have your body now.”

He was without warning suddenly caught by the fronds of green that

were splayed everywhere.  They snaked around his wrist and held him.

He found his hands being pulled behind his back and bound, before he

had a chance to even try and grab his pistol.  To his surprise, his

fingers could break through the individual threads of his bindings,

but it unfortunately wasn't fast enough for him to make an escape.

Still, he kept trying, working his hands, and hoping to reach his

weapon. 

He felt her breath on the back of his neck, as her lips hovered right

behind him, where she knelt down at his back with him standing

between her thighs.  “I want to taste you, “she whispered at him, her

voice just by his ears.  She moved her mouth across his hair.  She

tasted the salt water dripping from him. 

He felt her lips part over the top of his head.  Her breath was

blowing on him, and he could not turn his neck.  Still, his fingers

kept working thread by thread. Her arms snaked around his waist.

Both hands, to feel his body and then grasp around him hard, to lift

him off the ground.  It was then that he realized what was about to

happen and he nearly cussed, “Frack.” 

He found his head inside her jaws.  For a moment, he had an intimate

view of her teeth and gums and the roof of her mouth.  He could feel

her tongue on the back of his neck, pulsing, tasting, beneath his

shoulders as  he began to thrash sharply in a hope to prevent the

inevitable.

Marshaleena felt the struggles.  She knew that he would free himself

if given the chance, and she wasn't about to let that happen.  Not

when she had him in her mouth. She took a deep breath, and then

gulped him down so quickly, he scraped her throat.  She could feel

the muscles in her neck expand as he slid deeper into her through her

jaws, his legs sliding past her lips.  She felt a booted foot place a

well-timed kick in her nose, and she regretted at not getting him to

take them off first, but upon the second swallow he fell past her

rib-cage and came to rest softly inside her waist. 

She held her sore nose then, catching her breath, feeling the pain

from her neck through her chest and the heavy fullness of her stomach

as it stretched from inside her.  There was salt water upon her

tongue, and another taste of sweetness that was faint and fading.  “I

would have liked to have savored you more, “she said to the bulge in

her middle, though she doubted he could hear her now.  “But if I

delayed, you would have freed yourself.  Well, it doesn't matter if

you get the binds off now that you're within my skin.” She sighed as

she touched that bulge for the first time with her trembling fingers.

 â€œIt doesn't matter at all now.  You're mine.”

Apollo felt his instincts as soon as he passed by her teeth. He

wasn't sure at first whether he should continue with trying to free

his bindings, or get her to drop him, and he found himself slipping

past her tongue and her throat was constricting him.  He could feel

her teeth at his knees, and he knew his feet were still on the

outside of her, and he felt his foot make contact hard when he

kicked.  Then, he was being crushed by the throat muscles once again,

and he knew he had lost.  He found himself flowing down a dark ride

and ending surrounding by warmth, wetness, darkness, and a fetid

smell of flesh.  His legs were drawn under him, and there was nothing

but smoothness to the membranes that surrounded him.  The open world

that was behind him had closed after his feet, and he knew where he

was.   He felt his heaving surroundings stretch to hold him, where he

had hoped he might break free yet still.  He felt the liquids on his

skin, and he dared not open his eyes at the bur

 n that began over his body.  Is this how it is supposed to end? 

He

wondered.

5

Marshaleena crawled over to her bed, and carefully placed her body

down upon the softness beneath her.  The heaviness in her waist held

her down, and the pain from her stretching skin tingled from her

sides to her back.   Despite her pain, she felt ecstasy at the

fullness in her belly, and she could feel the man within her, filling

her hunger. 

She ran her hand over her swollen stomach, laying on her side, and

mumbled, “There now.  Go to sleep.  Go to sleep, and it will go much

easier for you.  You will be at peace. Go to sleep.”  She felt his

flesh within her own.  Her fingers kneaded into her skin, and she

stroked the muscles of the man on the other side of her touch as he

lay within her body.

Apollo was tightly bound, and unable to move in his womb-like prison.

 His hands were behind his back, his legs tucked underneath him, and

his skin was on fire.  He would never open his eyes.  He felt those

hands running over his back from the other side of his confinement.

They stroked and attempted to sooth him, and part of him was willing

to give in and accept that he had lost the struggle.  He could just

fade into sleep, and then just fade…..

 Satisfaction and delight poured through every part of Marshaleena's

being. The bliss of contentment enveloped her, as she continued to

lie on her side stroking the swell of her girth.  She felt every

contour of her middle, the convex shape of her waist, the strain of

her skin as it expanded from the man inside her belly. “You are so

beautiful, “ she moaned to him.  “I waited for this moment from the

time I first saw you looking down into the water.”  Her fingers

pressed into her own flesh of her fat middle, and she touched him

through her own tissue encasing his body.  “Could you feel my desire

for you?  I sensed that you could every time you came to the water to

look upon my domain.  I felt that you knew I was there, drawing you

towards me….towards this, “ she patted her bulging stomach.  “And now

I have you, and we are together as one while you feed my desire for

you….and feed  me……”  She closed her eyes and let sleep slowly take

over  her bliss.

Apollo felt his face press against the wall of flesh that held him.

Anger was growing  in his heart.  Anger that he had come through so

much and it was going to end this way and here.  He could not let

that happen.  His curled up legs were beginning to ache, and as he

stretched them slowly, feeling the membranes around him resisting, he

could tell there was a hardness just past his heels.  His brain told

him it was her rib cage, just above her stomach, and he kicked once

more as hard as he could while the liquid jolted around him from his

blow. 

She lifted her head with a start.  Then, another kick and another.

“Don't be that way, “ She said to him. “Now, there is nothing more

you can do about where you are.  You won't be able to get out. Why

don't you just accept that?”

One more smack with his foot, and she began to feel a tingling pain

from where his heels kept hitting her insides. Without thinking,

just wanting him to stop,

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