A Little Wish Upon a Star

by Breanna Hayse

  She clenched her teeth, trying to hold back the desire to release her body to the pleasure it was desperate for. A layer of perspiration glimmered over her flesh and she dug her nails into the cushion, attempting to concentrate on her breathing and push away the reflexive need to let go.

  "I'm so fucking close," she panted heavily. "I don't think I can hold back any longer."

  "You can do it, baby. You need to," Seth said, his own face twisted with strain.

  "My God, I didn't think that this would affect you, too! Shit…"

  "Don't talk right now," he whispered. "It's almost done. Just hang on."

  The emitter raised to the final level, and the vibrations traveled through her pelvic wall, straight to her clit. Her muscles started to rhythmically squeeze and release, heedless of the unintelligible scolding of the examiner.

  "I can't," she growled. "Yeow! Fuck! What was that?"

  The examiner wagged his finger at her, showing her the long, thin rod that he had used to slash across her bottom. It had done the trick and temporarily pulled her away from her need, but the sting soon turned into a glorious warmth. Again the rod struck her, this time biting across the backs of her thighs. She screamed again, tears forming in her eyes.

  "M-make him stop," she wept, as he swiped the instrument against her bottom a third time.

  "I can't," Seth panted. "You need to finish this. Almost done…"

  "No more," she sobbed, her body a mess of bloated, achy wretchedness. "Please, make him stop." Everything inside her wanted to cry out to him as 'daddy', to feel the comfort and protection in his arms as he kissed away her misery. She wanted to be snuggled against that beautiful, broad chest and have her sorrows rocked away. The agony of her body gave way to that of her heart. She needed to be loved.

  The switching ceased immediately upon the barrage of tears, as a warm hand touched her back comfortingly. One by one, the instruments of her torture were deactivated. The scanner that had glowed with brilliant, hot light above her was shut down, leaving her with a sense of cool darkness. The muscles of her pussy both rejoiced and protested the deflation of the emitter, and immediately missed the fullness after a gentle tug helped it slip smoothly from her tired body. And finally, after the remaining fluid had been drained, the anal tube was eased out of her exhausted sphincter. Her bottom felt even more vulnerable, especially when she felt the examiner massage around the gaping hole, urging it to return to its rightful, tight state of being.

  Seth slid out from under the table, helped unfasten her from the restraints and then flattened the bench. With a final, comforting pat on her back, the examiner left the room so that she could take her time to recover from the procedure.

  Seth covered her shaking body with a blanket and rested his hand on her bottom, soothing the pain with gentle caresses. "That was tough, wasn't it? He said you are now in perfect health, and will never have to worry about that ugly disease again. He apologized for having to hurt you, but he didn't want you to have to suffer through this procedure again."

  She nodded, her face buried in her arms as she continued to cry. "I want to go home. Please, just take me home. I don't want to see anyone."

  "Of course, sweetheart. We can visit Father later." He kissed her cheek and then pulled her off the table, turning her to a cradling position. "I need to hold you. I'm drained, and have to have you in my arms."

  Seth lifted a cup of cold water to her lips and tilted it carefully for her, waiting for her to finish before partaking himself. Tabby had never experienced such intimacy and care as she did in that simple act of sharing a glass of water. She still quaked and shivered, grateful of the warm, secure embrace that surrounded her. The closeness she felt was undeniable, but he had warned her that she would feel this way. If only it were real; this closeness and strange feeling of innocent openness…

  After they'd been dismissed from the medical unit, he carried her back to his quarters and placed her gently on the bed. She felt her eyes grow heavy under his soothing touch and relaxed under the warm cloth that he used to gently wash the sweat from her body. There was nothing self-serving in his actions, even as he dabbed between her legs. Sleep took command, and she drifted into the beautiful escape of exhausted repose. Before she submerged in the sweet darkness of slumber, she heard quiet words coming from a tiny voice that sounded suspiciously like her own: "Thank you. I love you, Daddy."

  "You're welcome, baby girl. When you wake up, we will go see Father. By then you should be hungry."

  "Mmm," she heard herself mumble, finally falling into the embrace of wonderful, delicious sleep.

  Chapter Eight

  She slept like a baby in the large man's arms, her naked back pressed against him and clutching her 'Buzz-bear' to her chest. Her dreams were filled with the oddest images… birthday cakes and party balloons, a chocolate bunny, juicy watermelon and sparklers. It was as though the childlike part of the different Earth celebrations were frolicking through her mind—celebrations that she had never participated in. Were they just wishes playing in her dreams, or the after-effects of Seth's flood of attractants?

  "Wake up, baby doll. We've slept the entire day away and need to get up and eat something."

  "I don't wanna get up," she grumbled, hiding her head under the pillow. "Turn off the lights."

  "That's Ceres." He chuckled. "It's reflecting the suns from behind it."

  "Doesn't it ever get dark here?"

  "Not really, especially in this area."

  "Great." She groaned. "Lemme sleep."

  "Nope. I'm famished. Get out of bed."

  "So order something on your magic plate thingy." She flipped onto her side, facing away from him.

  "We are going to meet with Father. He's been very patient and I don't want to disappoint him again by not being there. Get your bottom out of bed."

  "Make me."

  "You don't want to start your evening off with a spanking, do you?"

  Peering out at him from under the pillow, she said, "I don't know. Maybe I do." Where did that come from?

  "You are feisty," he said and chuckled, climbing back onto the bed with her. "Let's see if a spanking will motivate you to get out of bed."

  "No! I was just kidding!" she shrieked, fighting to prevent herself from being dragged across his knee. The first swat landed straight across the crown of her cheeks and she squealed with surprise. It didn't hurt beyond a little sting; just enough to make her wiggle.

  "Do you need more?" he asked, his hand poised over her bare bottom.

  She twisted around to look at him. "Did you do something? I didn't notice."

  "Well, you will notice this time," he said sternly, smacking her three times in a row with a substantial difference in force.

  "I notice! Yeow! I notice!" she yelped.

  "I don't think you're noticing enough." The spanks continued, just hard enough to be uncomfortable but not sufficient enough to really hurt. "Did I hear an apology for being so sassy?"

  She began to laugh, wriggling uselessly in her pinned position. "I have no idea what you're talking about! Let go."

  "Not yet. I'm starting to enjoy myself," he announced, repositioning her so that her bottom was higher and it was easier to swat his racket-sized hand across her backside. "Did I hear you say you're sorry?"

  "Yes! I'm sorry!" She laughed. "And I'm awake! Let me go!"

  "What was that? I don't think I heard you." The swats continued to bounce off her reddening flesh, raising a deep sting.

  "I'm sorry!" She tried to sober up. Twisting to look at him again, she repeated her apology and was rewarded with two more sharp swats, followed by a warm hand resting over the steaming flesh.

  "I'm not," he said and laughed, rolling her onto her back and straddling her legs. "I have some fruit and crackers to tide you over until meal time with Father. Get up and make yourself pretty, and then we can go. And no panties. Being bottomless seems to make you much more compliant."

  Tabby stared into his beautiful gold eyes and
grinned. "Make me."

  When would she ever learn?

  ***

  She felt like a kid stepping through the gates of the magical world of Disney. Her hand was securely held in Seth's as he led her through the metal and diamond corridors of the palace. Spires of transparent crystal reached to the sky, reflecting off the enormous asteroid moon and creating bright pink and yellow bars of light that acted as natural illumination throughout the structure.

  "It's like a giant pink light bulb," she whispered. "With yellow sparkles."

  "Part of me wishes that I could see this world through your eyes. Mother always said I was a daydreamer because I've never lost the wonder or appreciation of the beauty here. I feel very privileged to be able to witness your reactions to the new sights and experiences."

  "Your mother sounds mean."

  "She's a Helminth. There is nothing soft, loving or gentle in their culture, or their spirit," Seth told her.

  "Well, if she crosses me, I can't promise I will behave."

  "Sweetheart, when she crosses me, I do everything in my power to annoy her. Just be careful. She is not very intelligent, but she is vindictive. She will take her anger out on Father, and I don't want that to happen."

  "I need a hug," Tabby said suddenly, stopping dead in her tracks.

  "What's wrong?" His strong arms wrapped around her slender body and squeezed her.

  "I don't know. I'm just feeling really needy all of a sudden."

  "It's part of the after-effects of the treatment. You have that innocent scent again as well. Just relax into it and try not to struggle. It's perfectly normal to be reactive after what you went through this morning. No one expects you to be normal. After all, you are a human."

  "Pft. It's really stupid, but can I, well…"

  "What do you need?" he asked softly.

  Caramel Corn.

  "You referred to yourself as 'daddy' earlier and I was wondering… if it is too stupid or inappropriate if I, you know, called you that when I feel so out of it," she stammered.

  "If you called me Daddy? I told you, I would love to be called that."

  "Only when I feel like this, though."

  "Of course, honey. Go on and try it." He began walking towards a set of high-vaulted doors, guarded by two metallic droids.

  "Daddy?" Tabitha tested the feel of the word on her lips. She liked it. "What should I call your father? I've never met a king before."

  "You may ask him when we arrive. Where did you go?" He waited for her to catch up to him. "Am I walking too quickly for you?"

  "Your legs are like ten times longer than mine." She giggled. "Plus, my bottom still hurts."

  "If you're a good girl, I'll rub some lotion on it when we return, okay?"

  "Are you sure? That might make the clover smell go away," she warned.

  "Then I might need to take some steps to comfort you," he answered casually.

  "Don't tempt me," she answered, feeling him squeeze her hand. "I'm rather insatiable, and I don't think you really want to open that can of worms."

  "What makes you believe I wouldn't want that? I already shared the needs of my people with you. And for hybrids, they are even greater."

  "I don't think I could handle the hybrid portion very well," came the answer as she eyed his crotch. "But I sure wouldn't mind trying."

  "We will discuss this later. Right now, I want to keep you in this 'sweet' mode. I enjoy that softness, and so will Father."

  "But—"

  "Please don't make me repeat myself, young lady. We are going to get out of that habit immediately."

  "Yes, Daddy." She pouted.

  "Much better," Seth said, his voice tinged with pleasure as she instantly fell back into a simple, childlike demeanor. He opened an enormous door and led her inside the room.

  "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, sniffing the air.

  "Daddy!" Tabitha scolded.

  "I apologize. I can smell my mother. Father!" he called to the man walking towards them, "I thought this would be a time without Mother being present?"

  "A new shipment of sweets came in and she rushed to check on them. She'll be back after she stuffs her face."

  "I am not prepared for Tabby to deal with her yet. Why did she present? She has no interest in dining with us." Seth scowled.

  "She caught wind that you had acquired a human pet. I am sorry, but I was not successful in shifting her attention for as long as I would have liked," the older man answered stiffly. He walked over to Tabby and stared down at her from his lofty height of seven foot one. "Why is she afraid?"

  "I'm not scared," she said under her breath.

  The king knelt before her and looked into her face. She felt that immediate sense of his Ability looking into her soul. It was unnerving and made her feel as though she was standing in front of him without a stitch of clothing on.

  "Did you strike her?" he asked.

  "She required a little bit of discipline," Seth replied. "The change in her attitude was remarkable. Tabby, you remember my father, King Kalavan?"

  "Yes, sir. Pleased to meet you again," she said shyly.

  "Amazing. What is that scent?" Kalavan asked.

  "Her innocence. It's called red clover. Tabby? Are you well?"

  "You smell like the ocean," Tabitha whispered, inhaling deeply. "Salt, kelp, sand and Captain Black pipe tobacco."

  "Sand?" Seth sounded surprised. "We have no sand here. I've never heard of that pipe tobacco either. Father? How could you be exuding a scent that does not exist for us?"

  "It might just be connected to a past experience. I'm surprised that her senses are so acute."

  "How did you learn to speak English so quickly?" Tabitha asked boldly, suddenly alert.

  "I'm very smart and equally stubborn." The king chuckled. "I pulled up examples of your current entertainment and learned some of the slang as well, so please correct me if I use a term incorrectly."

  "Oh, I will," Tabby said.

  "Mesethius? May I hold her? She is so adorable."

  Seth chuckled as Tabitha wrinkled her nose. "You may if she agrees," he said.

  "Pshaw on her agreeing. This is the second time we've locked eyes. We are like old friends now." The older man snatched her up in his arms and immediately sent her into a shocked gale of laughter as he tickled her. "I want one of these. I think I'm going to keep her."

  "Stop it," she shrieked, her high-pitched laughter echoing through the chamber as she tried to prevent her yellow and white polka-dotted dress from flipping up. "Seth! Daddy! Make him stop. I can't breathe!"

  "Daddy? She called you Daddy!" Kalavan raised his brows.

  "I know," Seth said proudly. "And you can't keep her, she's mine."

  "You could share."

  "I could, but I won't."

  Tabitha leaned back in the king's arms, unable to resist liking the man. "He could be my Grandpa," she suggested.

  "What is a 'Grandpa'?" Kalavan asked.

  "The third generation male," Seth answered, his lips tilted in an amused smile.

  "What do Grandpas do?"

  "To start with," Tabitha bounced uncomfortably on his lap, "Grandpas spoil their little girls really bad. They never say no to anything, let them stay up for as long as they want, and tell mean ol' Daddies that spankings are no longer allowed."

  "Oh, they do?" Kalavan said warmly.

  She nodded enthusiastically, feeling herself flow easily into this role. What was the scent he was emitting? A sudden image of the tiny ancient man smoking his pipe in the house beside the seashore flashed through her mind. She had only been about four, but remembered taking a deep breath and then telling her father she was hungry.

  "Uh huh, and they don't let us starve to death because of too much talking," she went on.

  "I'm guessing you are hungry, little one?"

  "Yup."

  Kalavan squeezed her tightly and set her back down on the floor. "What a sweet child. Do you think you can hold back your hunger for half a rotati
on?"

  "It depends. Why?" She wrinkled her nose.

  "Command decision. We don't have much time," the king said.

  "I'm on your heels, Father!"

  Tabby was snatched up in Seth's arms and clung to his neck for dear life as he ran at his father's heels. They skidded and raced through the halls, pushing past tall robot guards and through a set of doors.

  "King's Command," Kalavan bellowed. "No droid is to report having seen any of us to anyone, including the queen! My ship!"

  "Yes, Sire." The droid bowed. "The Command is active to all."

  "Talk about instant messaging. What's going on?" Tabitha asked, as Seth placed her on the deck and tucked her under his arm.

  "We are proving ourselves to be very poor examples of mature men. We're running away from the evil queen," he said and chuckled, helping Tabitha up the ladder and buckling her in while his father took the pilot's console. "Keep an eye on your dress. I see some naked girlie parts peeking out."

  "That's your fault!" she told him.

  "Indeed, it is. Where are we off to, Father?"

  "Cuprum. It's a perfect phase for a walk on the beach."

  Tabitha squirmed with excitement as the ship lifted off the platform, rotated quickly and zoomed out of the complex with so much speed that she was pressed into her seat. "I wanna learn how to fly this thing!" she exclaimed.

  "You're too short, honey. Your feet don't even touch the deck," Seth said.

  "Adjustments could be made. Please?"

  "No," Seth said firmly. "And no pouting."

  "I'm not pouting," she grumbled, crossing her arms and sticking out her lower lip. "I'm expressing discontent via facial gestures."

  The town of Cuprum was bordered on one side by a copper-colored ocean that lapped gently over hard, shining shelves. A vibrant violet forest nestled in the far distance. After the vessel had landed on a large disk and emptied of passengers, the stunned and silent girl walked onto the beach and squatted to touch the ground. "Is this metal?"

  "It's an alloy of silver and iron," Seth replied. "The ocean contains a high amount of copper that has been pulverized into soft soil by the diamond shelves further out."