A Little Wish Upon a Star

by Breanna Hayse

  "Did my biting you earlier tell your body that I liked the scent?" she asked.

  "Yes, but too much." He laughed. "You have a very strong jaw, my girl. My body accessed the intensity of your reaction and altered the mixture, which is why you began to lick me. Your reaction became controllable."

  "Do this go for all bodily fluids?"

  "For the most part, yes."

  Tabitha gulped, trying to steer her thoughts away from the urge to place that incredible cock between her lips and taste him. Focus, you horny bitch, she scolded herself. "You said that you can change these attractants to make them less appealing. Does that mean you can make yourself stink to high heaven?"

  "We don't have the ability to discern unpleasant aromas. Father said that was Ceres offering us her pity when we were forced to join with the Helminthe. We can bring about a scent that you might enjoy but don't wish to taste. Or even one that produces a memory and alters the direction of your reaction."

  Tabitha crossed her legs and placed her chin on her hands like an eager child. "But how do you know? Do I have to tell you that I hate the flavor of grape candy, and then you'll make yourself taste like grape candy?"

  "No, on two counts. First, if the flavor of this grape candy is unpleasant for you, then it would not be produced. The purpose is to detach, not repel. Second, our body can read the scent and flavor pallets of our partners. It comes in handy when one is tired and does not wish to hurt the feelings of their mate."

  "Smart. Got rid of the 'not-tonight-honey-I-have-a-headache' excuse, huh?" She smiled.

  "When we are interested in finding a potential partner, we first look for those who are attracted to our natural scent. Depending on the reaction and ongoing interest, the alterations will continue to adapt until both partners are balanced. That usually occurs around the time they are wed."

  "I guess you guys have no problem with things like premarital sex and unwanted pregnancies."

  "No, but not for the same reasons some humans do," Seth explained. "Intimacy is required prior to marriage in order to see if the balance occurs. The couple is in constant arousal and in need of one another, which allows their bodies to adjust for the next encounter. Pregnancy can only occur if Lotopian partners are completely balanced and stable, and can only happen during the third phase. In a marital relationship, that usually takes a number of seasons. Gestation is also fairly long, at about thirty Earth months."

  "Oh God," Tabitha groaned. "How horrible!"

  "Yes, I've heard a few female friends complain about that a bit," the alien man said and laughed. "Ceres did compensate for that by making the process of birth a very exciting and enjoyable one. There is no pain, and the female is said to experience an orgasm like none other when the child is expelled."

  "What if a fight occurs? Or you guys don't see eye to eye?"

  "If there is any conflict, the attractants change to lower the desire. If this occurs before balance is achieved, then the couple is able to part without any emotional attachment. That type of conflict is very rare once a couple is married, and they have to work things out to resolve the issues. Because of their connection with one another, they have no other option. We mate for life. Divorce is non-existent here."

  "Wait a minute. If you are able to change your attractants, what stops you from tossing the scent of chocolate chip cookies in the direction of a pretty girl and manipulating her?" Tabitha asked curiously.

  "Our bodies cannot deceive for long. Even if I could expend the energy to make myself into what she desired, I would be unable to bring it to balance."

  "That is rather nice. A built-in 'anti-douchebag' device. Okay, so let's get back to changing your flavor. I don't like the same tastes all the time, and the same scents affect me differently at various times. How do you know what will work?"

  "Because we do this," he said, suddenly crushing his mouth to hers. His soft lips engulfed her and his tongue dove past her teeth and joined hers.

  Tabby groaned, immediately going limp in his arms as he seduced her senses. His scent permeated her head, his taste sent shivers down her back, and his electric touch…

  Slowly, he broke away. "What is your desire?"

  "To fuck the living shit out of you until you can't walk," she panted. "Wow."

  "Kiss me again."

  She did not need a second invitation. This time, however, the kiss was 'nice' and tasted like a cherry lollipop. It was very pleasant, but failed to touch her senses the same way as before. It was, putting it bluntly, a let-down.

  "Do you see the difference now?" he asked.

  "Yeah," she said with a pout. "What do I taste like to you?"

  "That is something else I am finding unusual. I am able to clearly sense your attractants, and notice that they change with your mood. When you are aroused, it reminds me of my favorite holiday desert. When you are angry, your scent is like a distant woodland fire."

  "Do you think it is coming from me or how you perceive me?"

  "I don't know," Seth admitted. "I've never studied a human up close. I find both aromas very appealing, though. The first makes me want to devour you. The second makes me desire to tame you."

  "Well, neither one is going to happen. How do the Helminthe respond to these attractants?"

  "They only smell one thing. Food. That is why Father banished them. Their appetites are uncontrollable when it comes to Lotopian blood." He shrugged.

  "But, what if—"

  "Tabby, please let me sleep. All these questions will be answered in time. I promise."

  "I want to know now." She pouted.

  "That's enough. Put your head down here and close your eyes. I'll help you rest," he said, patting his bare chest.

  Sighing, Tabitha rested her cheek on his warm skin and squeaked when he tucked his left arm around her, scooped her bottom with his hand, and pulled her snugly against him.

  He patted her backside, then stroked her face with his right hand. "I am glad that I found you," he murmured.

  "So am I," she whispered back, inhaling the scent of mountain lavender and wild lilac that his body was emitting to help her sleep. "Thank you. I have so many questions…"

  "And a lifetime to answer them. Rest, little one."

  "I wish that could be true." She sighed.

  "Trust me, my pet. I'm going to be like your fairy godfather and help make your dreams come to life."

  Tabitha giggled, his scent making her feel intoxicated. "You're too young to be a fairy godfather."

  "Then I will be like a favorite uncle."

  "I don't have the urge to do nasty things with an uncle. Shit, I can't believe I said that out loud. This fragrance is like alien truth serum. You need to stop making me feel this way." She bit her lip.

  "I cannot make you desire something that you are not already attracted to. The most I can do is enhance or dilute it. I'm trying to get you to go to sleep, so all those dirty thoughts are strictly on you."

  "If only you knew…"

  Chapter Six

  "Shut the blinds," Tabitha groaned as the light of the asteroid poured into the room. "It's so bright!"

  "Time to get up, little one."

  "Nooo! It's still night and I'm cold."

  "We don't have day and night here as seen on Earth. This is the end of the third phase. It will be replaced by the first phase of the blue sun and everything will be warmed up again," Seth told her.

  "Way too complicated. I need coffee." She sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. "How long have you been up?"

  "Only a rotation."

  "That's like an hour, right?"

  "You got it. Let's get you dressed. I'm going to take you to the research facility and then we will meet Father in his quarters."

  "I'm not wearing this stupid pink thing again." Tabby frowned.

  "Are you always this cross when you awaken?" he asked with amusement.

  "Unless you find a way to get me coffee, you'd better get used to it."

  "Humans are quite demanding little c
reatures, aren't they?"

  "Don't start the day by giving me shit, okay? How can we get coffee out of this thing?" She glared at the device.

  "I will program it for you. We are also going to have a little talk about your language before we see Father."

  "Talk to yourself. He doesn't speak English, so it doesn't matter."

  "He does understand it, and has been studying diligently since we arrived home. We are a very intelligent race, with the ability to assimilate information unusually fast. I'm fairly sure that he has learned enough to converse by now. Let's get you cleaned up and dressed, and then we'll have our talk."

  Tabitha groaned as he proceeded to assist her with her toilette, including holding her face still as he brushed her teeth and then lifting her to rinse over the high sink. Ignoring her protests, he removed her kata and produced a light blue dress, with a simple white bib and a big bow in the back.

  "I am not wearing that. It looks like something from Alice in Wonderland."

  "Yes, you are. I even programmed undergarments for you. See?" He held up a lacy white panties.

  "Fuck that. I am not wearing this." She crossed her arms.

  "That's it. Time to talk. Like it or not, you are on my planet now and part of my world. Profanity of any sort is considered disrespectful, and an insult to the intelligence of the person to whom you are speaking. I already made it clear to you that I will not tolerate disrespect of any form directed towards me. I will also extend this in regards to my father. You are my responsibility, and I will not have you shame me in front of him because you lack self-control."

  "Just because I choose to express myself this way does not mean I lack self-control," she hissed.

  "It certainly does. This behavior," he waved his arm in her direction, "is like that of a poorly raised child who lacks manners and honor for her elders. Children who behave in this way are not permitted to attend functions or socialize until they make the choice to behave themselves."

  "Has it occurred to you that maybe I don't want to attend your stupid functions or socialize? Frankly, the only thing I want right now is coffee." Tabitha glared at him.

  "I don't seem to be getting through to you. I am allowing you this one chance to alter this nasty little attitude, get yourself dressed, and make a promise to be pleasant for the remainder of the day."

  "And I am allowing you this one chance to get your head out of your ass and leave me the fuck alone."

  The stern, foreboding look that Seth gave her did not prepare her for what happened next. After she was lifted like a rag doll and had her naked body placed face down across his table-like lap, her bare backside was swiftly locked in place by his huge left arm.

  "Stop this!" she shouted.

  "No. I have given you every opportunity to take me seriously and you have done nothing but show your stubborn defiance. I will not have that behavior in my household," he lectured, raising his hand over his head and swinging it down to land across the fullness of both her cheeks.

  "Yeow!" screeched Tabitha, arching her back in surprise as the sudden rush of raw pain blistered across her flesh. She immediately reached back to protect herself. "Stop! That burns!"

  "Good. That means I am doing this correctly," he said calmly, holding her hand away from his target before sparking another smack over her singed flesh.

  She howled and began scissoring her feet in a useless attempt to escape the punishing blows. Not only did his hand feel as though it was made of cold, hard wood, but he was also using that horrible electric current of his to add an uncomfortable sensation of biting heat.

  "Please, stop," she cried, as the third smack of his hand left her feeling as though she had backed into a hot stove and was unable to remove her bottom from being pressed against the burning metal. "It's too much! The fire!"

  "There is no fire," he answered, painting her bottom with his enormous paw twice in a row. "There is only a naughty little girl who is over my knee to be taught a valuable lesson in manners and obedience. A lesson that should have been taught many, many years ago."

  "You're killing me! No more," she begged, shrieking desperately as the spanking continued. The burn had settled into an agonizing, bottom-sized patch of unrelenting pain. "It hurts!"

  "I'm certain it does, otherwise there would be no point."

  "I'll be good. I swear, I'll be good!"

  "You're just going to wear yourself out with all this kicking and twisting, young lady. In the future, I think that I will demand that you take all your spankings quietly and in position," Seth said firmly.

  "Nooo! No more. Please," she sobbed, "no more. I've had enough."

  "I will say when you have had enough. From now on, when you deserve a spanking, you will get one. There will be no more warnings and no more second chances. You know better, but still chose the direction to get your own way. That will stop right here and right now."

  "It's too much," Tabitha bawled, the exhaustion from trying to escape his punishing hand finally catching up with her. "It's done. Please say it's done."

  "It will be done when I feel you've learned the lesson I wish to teach you, and then a little more for good measure." His voice was calm and controlled, as were the biting flurry of smacks that rapidly turned her tight, round bottom into a mass of hot jelly. "I will never tell you the amounts of strokes you will receive—or the time I intend to take when I discipline you, either. Not knowing your fate should be helpful in breaking down this unnecessary rebellion and stubborn defiance of yours."

  Another dozen spanks left her limp across his lap. She was covered with a fine layer of perspiration, and every nerve screamed in protest as he rested his hand over her entire bottom. Clinging to the tree trunk sized calf, she sobbed bitterly. Everything 'adult' had been spanked out of her system, leaving her feeling like a tiny, helpless child.

  He lifted her to stand between his knees and placed his large hands on her hips.

  "Look at me, Tabitha."

  She lifted her eyes, barely able to focus through the layers of tears.

  He touched a cloth to her face and gently patted the wetness from her cheeks as he spoke. "I cannot have any more of this attitude from you. It is going to hurt you a lot more than this spanking did. You need to accept that this is your home now, and to make up your mind to comply with the rules of this society. I know it hurts." He lifted her chin gently with a crooked index finger. "But I would rather have your pain be settled in your bottom than for you to find yourself alone again. My people have no tolerance for rudeness and will shun you."

  "I'm sorry," she sniffed, rubbing her backside miserably.

  He kissed her forehead. "You're forgiven. We are not done, though. I want you to put your nose in that corner and think about what just happened."

  "The corner? You can't be serious."

  "Shall I remove my belt and show you how serious I am?"

  "No. Sir," Tabitha forced out, her gaze dropping to the floor.

  "Good. Corner now. No rubbing. I want you to feel that spanking for a while."

  Time dragged as she leaned her forehead against the cold wall. The coolness was actually very soothing, and helped calm her shaking body. Her bottom itched horribly, and was as uncomfortable as the thoughts that plagued her mind. Every nuance of the experience demanded her thought and attention; the heat of her bottom and the coldness of the wall; the coarseness of his tunic pants as they'd pressed against her bare pussy and the smoothness of his hand upon her tortured back end; the dryness of her mouth and the dripping wetness between her legs. She wiggled and shifted, trying to find relief from the uncomfortable sensations, and discovered that the movement only succeeded in bringing her to a place of erotic agony. Would he be able to sense her desire? Or worse, could he smell it? How could she face him again?

  "Come to me, Tabitha." His voice was gentle and held no anger or malice. He wiped her eyes again and then held a cloth to her nose. "Blow. Good girl. We aren't going to give Daddy anymore trouble from now on, are we?"
/>   "No, sir." Wait… did he just call himself 'Daddy'?

  "And you are going to stop making me repeat myself?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "That's my girl." His arms wrapped warmly around her to hold her close. The gesture caused another eruption of tears. "Why are you crying?"

  "I don't know," she said, burying her face in his shoulder. "I feel like an idiot."

  "Did you learn your lesson?"

  "Oh God, yes. May I say something? Please?" She looked up at him and blinked her red eyes.

  "Of course."

  "That electric shock shit—stuff wasn't necessary on top of how hard you were hitting me. It made me feel panicky."

  "I barely put any effort into my swats, I'll have you know. But I am listening. Next time I will remove the current and just increase the spanking's intensity."

  Tabitha moaned. "Nooo."

  "Yes. Arms up," he ordered, slipping the little pale blue dress over her head. Ankle socks and little white slippers completed her outfit.

  "What about the panties?" she asked with a sniff.

  "Part of this punishment is having you walk around without the protection of undergarments. I think that will help remind you about how delicate your little bottom is."

  "Are you mad at me?" Her voice was tiny, defeated and timid. Is this really me, Lt. Tabitha Gold, the USAF Academy and NASA's 'whore from hell'?

  "No, I'm not angry." He scooped her into his arms and held her close, rocking her gently and pressing his lips to her temple. "I just had to be firm with you to get you to listen. I know you understand, and I appreciate that."

  "How do you know?" her childlike voice whispered as she slowly curled herself into a ball.

  "Your scent. It's very soft and sweet, like a new spring day. I can't describe it, except to say that it is filled with innocence. I find it incredibly lovely. There is nothing sensual about it. What do you think it could be?"

  Submission—a word she would never say aloud. Tabitha sniffed, snuggling into his embrace as one of his hands gently rubbed her aching bottom. "When I was really little and felt sad, there was a field behind our house that was filled with red clover. I spent hours there, watching the bees go from flower to flower, and pretending that I was their queen. They never stung me, either. I had really good subjects," she said with a tiny laugh.