A Little Wish Upon a Star

by Breanna Hayse

  Seth tightened his arm around her and sighed. "I wish I had the ability to make the pain of your loss go away, baby girl. I'm so sorry."

  "At least I have that to remember him by. Thank you for what you said."

  "What did I say?"

  "You made the effort to ensure that I would never associate such a severe punishment with the nurturing that you give me when you are 'daddy', just like you never approach me sexually when I am in a little girl place in my mind. I didn't even consider how that could have fucked me up," she explained.

  "I want 'daddy' to be a place of warmth, safety and freedom for you. A place apart from the world of responsibilities and diplomatic filtering, where there is no kingdom or nasty Helminthe to worry about."

  "But there will always be those things, no matter how much I try to pretend otherwise."

  "Yes, but you can allow yourself to put them aside for a while, especially when we are in the privacy of the palace," Seth told her.

  "It would be nice to have a whole week of not being a grown-up and having to follow stupid rules."

  "Even a child has rules they have to follow. As for a week, I cannot offer you seven phases, but I can give you two or three. There will be no arousal, though. It will be a time strictly to bring out your inner little girl."

  "You would really do that for me?" she asked.

  "I want to fulfill all your needs, baby. I want you to be happier than you could even dream. Your emotions are part of me now. When you are happy, I am ecstatic. Likewise," he pressed his lips to the top of her head, "when you are sad, my heart breaks in two."

  "Spanking makes me sad. Very sad."

  "As it does me. However, if I have to make you sad so that you can learn a lesson that will ultimately make you happy, I will warm your little bottom in an instant. Do you understand?"

  "Yeah. I just don't like it," she muttered.

  "Neither do I, my little princess. Neither do I."

  "Will you make love to me?" she asked quietly.

  "Not until the pain to your bottom fades away. This is one lesson I cannot dilute by offering you pleasure."

  "It's just closeness. Please?"

  "Close your eyes, Tabby-Cat. I'll bring you closer."

  She felt herself melting against him and released a sigh. "I need loves."

  "You have loves, baby. You will always have loves from me whenever you need them."

  "Will you rub my bottom?"

  "You are so adorable. No, I will not rub your bottom." He chuckled.

  "I guess asking you to kiss me and make it all better is out of the equation too, huh?"

  "You guess correctly."

  "I think I liked you better when you were unbalanced," she grunted, and he tucked her closer.

  "You won't be the only one to tell me that. My friends are going to have a fit when they discover that my play time has ended."

  "I wouldn't stop you from going out." She rested her chin on his chest to look up at him.

  "The balancing stops me," he admitted. "I have no desire to entertain myself in that manner any longer. In fact, I have not joined any of them since the day I found you."

  "Why would you do that?"

  "Because I knew from the moment I found that little wish in that bottle, that if I found you, my own wish would come true. Close your eyes now, little one, and rest with me."

  Chapter Fourteen

  Feeling humiliated in a pale pink kata adorned with frilly ruffles, Tabby was led by the hand to the king's dining room. Kalavan, already in his seat at the head of the table, beckoned to her.

  "Come to me, child."

  "Must that animal eat at my table?" H'annaot hissed, watching as Tabby gave the man an embrace.

  "Did Mesethius give you a rough time, darling?" the king asked softly, ignoring the comments from the other end of the table.

  "It was terrible, Grandpa. I swear I will listen from now on."

  "I'm sorry you had to go through all of this to learn a lesson. Sit next to me," he said, pointing to a high chair to his left. Resting on the seat was a large, fluffy cushion.

  Tabby smiled at him with gratitude and climbed upon it, making certain to hide her pain from the glowering, ugly female at the table's other end.

  Seth sat across from her and smiled warmly. "We all are sorry, Father, but some things are necessary. I would like your permission to depart the palace for a couple of phases once the slate clears of scheduled negotiations."

  "It rarely clears completely, but I'm certain we can push back some issues. What are your plans?"

  "I want to take my girl to the Rain Forests."

  Kalavan nearly snorted his beverage out through his nose. "You want to go where? Son, you hate the Rain Forests."

  "I have not been there since I was a child. Our tastes sometimes change when we mature," Seth said.

  "Or they change because they are driven by desire to meet the needs of a mate," the king whispered. "Be careful, my boy. We do not want anyone to be suspicious until we can perform the ceremony. Don't look so surprised. I was not born yesterday, and can recognize the signs of the second puberty."

  "Second puberty?" Tabby asked, grinning at the red flush on Seth's face. "Is that when you start getting fuzzy in all your special little places?"

  "Actually, we lose all the fuzzies in our special little places," he replied with a glower. "Don't tease. This is a difficult time for me."

  "Why? Are you man-strating?" She giggled. "Stop being so grumpy. You know I'm just playing."

  "The moodiness will wear off in a cycle or two," Kalavan said, his eyes glittering with amusement.

  "How long is a cycle?" Tabby asked.

  "Only four seasons," the king replied.

  "Whoa… isn't a season equivalent to an Earth year?"

  "It is. See? He'll be normal in no time at all."

  "No way am I going to hang around a cranky hormonal man for that amount of time. He's difficult enough to control as it is," she said.

  "Father, stop antagonizing her. It only happens at that last portion of the balancing. I am also very tired. My sleep has not been restful of late," Seth grumbled.

  "I know exactly what will perk you up," Kalavan said mischievously.

  "We are on the third phase. Sex is off the table until first phase begins."

  "I wouldn't mind having sex on the table." Tabby giggled again, suddenly feeling very playful.

  "Be careful. She's going to be pursuing you on the third phase every chance she gets. She won't be able to stop herself," Kalavan said.

  "Wonderful." Seth groaned. "We cannot have the ceremony until she learns our language. How am I going to ward off her need to reproduce?"

  "What are you talking about now?" Tabby asked, finding herself distracted by the oddly shaped vegetable that was propelling itself slowly across the table. "By the way, I am not eating that. It's still moving."

  "It's just a type of plant that reacts in the presence of light. It's not alive," Seth said, stabbing it with his fork and popping it into his mouth.

  "Savage."

  "If your body responds the same way as a balanced Lotopian female, you will be constantly aroused during the third phase when your body can conceive. We are preparing to enter that phase now and you will start to experience an increased need as time progresses," Kalavan explained. "I don't know how strongly it will strike you, but it will be very prominent."

  "Lucky boy! That sounds like you're going to get lots of opportunities to pleasure me. Do you think you can keep up, or am I going to exhaust that old body?" she teased.

  "You can be satisfied temporarily, but the only thing that will resolve it is the receipt of his fluids," the king added.

  "I don't mind if he satisfies me."

  "I'm sure you don't." Seth eyed her. "The problem will be me. I have to resist joining with you."

  "Use a condom then! Unless you can get me pregnant by swapping spit, putting a raincoat on that thing will take care of all the problems," she said.
r />   "What's a condom?" both men asked in unison.

  "Are you serious?" Tabby stared, her mouth hanging open. "All this suffering could easily be dealt with by using a simple layer of latex. Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable. You people have got some learning to do. I thought you said we would have to have sex under the moon, anyway?"

  "The moon's rays filter through nearly all the walls in the palace. The only place where it's blocked are the baths. There is no escaping it."

  "Where's my food?" H'annaot's voice shrieked.

  "Is eating the only thing those people care about?" Tabby asked.

  "I'm afraid so, darling," Kalavan said, shaking his head. "They are like a horde of screaming babies who all want to be fed at once."

  "Seth, I do not want a horde of screaming babies. No way, no how." Tabby frowned. "If there is even just the slightest chance that I might give birth to one of those, you aren't going to ever touch this pussy again."

  "You couldn't resist me."

  "I certainly can."

  "Like you did before? Should I remind you about the bet you lost?" Seth raised an eyebrow.

  "I lost it because I wanted to, not because I couldn't resist you."

  "So you admit that you actually wanted me after all?" Seth offered a crooked smile.

  "Of course I did. You are a very effective tool for my pleasure." She offered the same tilted smile.

  "Score one for our little princess!" Kalavan said and chuckled.

  "Why must you encourage her?"

  "Why? Because it is good to be king, and I have few other pleasures. Ah, our meal is ready. Hopefully we will be spared having to listen to that thing consume its weight in food." Kalavan gestured with his chin to the far end of the long table.

  Tabby squirmed uncomfortably on the soft cushion, blushing every time Seth smirked at her and raised his brow. It was bad enough that the pain in her backside was making it impossible to sit comfortably, but the throbbing in her pussy became nearly unbearable.

  "You need to settle down, my love," he said mischievously. "One might start to believe that someone put itching powder in your pants."

  She groaned, rolling her eyes. It was now her turn to be teased. "This is not funny. Grandpa, what's happening? I'm suddenly feeling so freaking horny."

  "It's going to get worse. I will bet you will be begging for your 'tool' very shortly." Kalavan snickered. "I must confess that it is very entertaining for me to witness young love as it blooms."

  "I'm certain it is, Father."

  "Go take care of your needs before the phase begins. You don't need to stay here and keep me company," Kalavan said, and laughed.

  "No. I told her that she would not be receiving pleasure while her bottom was still warm. She needs to feel the remnants of her discipline."

  "I see. This way you both can suffer and make me miserable at the same time. Pray tell, what have I done to deserve such treatment?" the king asked.

  "I'd like to respectfully remind you of your recent statement that you have so few other pleasures that you can take delight in our discomfort. It is good to be king, isn't it, Father?" Seth asked, suppressing a smile.

  "Who in this galaxy taught you to be so insufferable?"

  "You did, Father. Remember?"

  "Oh, yes. I apologize for that, my dear," Kalavan said to Tabby. "Will you be able to find it in your heart to forgive me for producing such an obstinate and opinionated young man?"

  "I might be able to, but it depends," she said slyly.

  "Does it? On what does it depend?"

  "My forgiveness can be bought pretty easily. Do you have any more of that weird ice-cream-like stuff?"

  "I can get some for you."

  "Very well, then. You, King Grandpa, have been granted my forgiveness for producing such an obstinate, opinionated, pig-headed, self-assured and—"

  "Hey!" Seth said in a wounded tone.

  "Hang on there. I'm not done…" Tabby raised her hand, "the most loving, caring, honorable and trustworthy man I could have ever dreamed to be connected with. Thank you."

  "You didn't have to say that," Seth said with a blush.

  "I certainly did. Now, where is my ice-cream?"

  ***

  Tabby lay on her stomach upon the outer platform, her chin propped in her hands as she watched the shifting of the phase from the orange sun to the opalescent moon. The city below was bathed in a moonrise of pure light, and glittered in a happy dance of turquoise and purple over the diamond and metal buildings and streets. She closed her eyes to listen to the sound of the wakening 'morning'; the humming of the carbonado generators, the distant greetings of people leaving their homes, the swishing of a cruiser, and the gentle snore of her lover.

  She had been awake for the entire sleeping cycle; pacing the room, doing push-ups, and playing games on the computer device that Seth had installed for her. She'd made a feeble attempt at creating wine on the synthesizer, but had only succeeded in reproducing a mouthful of berry-flavored vinegar. A hot bath, a cold shower, and self-pleasure had done nothing; especially the latter. It was as though her body was not interested in her fingers—only his. Nothing soothed the raging inside. Her aroused body feverishly ached with an urgency that surpassed the lingering agony from her punishment, making it impossible for her to ignore the need to take him inside her; to fill her and join their bodies and souls as one.

  "Seth?" she said as soon as she saw he was awake. "I'm going to take another shower. I'm miserable."

  "I know you are." He kissed her hand. "I'm going to stay in bed. Tabby? Remember that triangular shaped button I told you not to press?"

  "Yes. I haven't touched it."

  "Good girl. You can press it now if you like."

  "Okay." She shrugged, kissing him on the lips and then entering the shower unit. She programmed it as usual, this time depressing the button as instructed. She reached up to the handles and squeezed.

  "What the fuck!" she yelped, as her wrists were restrained with one of the tiny hoses that emerged from the curved tubes. "Seth! Seth! Help me!"

  There was no hope of him hearing her. She gasped as the lower set of hoses wrapped around her ankles as well. The bars that were attached to her hands rose until her arms were stretched straight overhead, and the ankle restraints pulled taunt, spreading her legs wide over the center block. She was trapped.

  The unit activated and struck her all over with light streams of water, the hoses rotating and curving around her muscles, the soothing jets massaging and stimulating every angle of her flesh. It cascaded over her shoulders and chest, and trickled between her breasts to run in tiny rivulets to the delicate folds of her thighs. A spray of soap covered her skin, and the scent of mint filled her nostrils and invigorated her senses. Her eyes widened as the tiny tendrils wrapped over the span of her abdomen and began to vibrate and form soft bubbles along the length of her torso.

  She lurched as hoses near her legs circled around her calves and began to work up and down, massaging, tickling and caressing. The jets propelled from the sides of the hoses, twisting and sliding like nests of tiny water snakes, the spurts of living fluid cleaning and stroking every inch of her. The jets started to follow a circular pattern and focused over the tips of her hardening pink nipples. They flicked the center of both nibs, traced the pale pink areolae, and then returned to the pebbly peaks. Straining her body against her overhead restraints, she arched her back to jut her breasts forward and offer them for more of the delicious liquid kisses. A whispered moan crept out of her as she felt the watery fingers taunt, pull and tantalize her perky, quivering mounds.

  The spraying jets around her legs began to pulse back and forth, building up speed and intensity as they crept their way up her thighs and to the outer edges of her splayed pussy. The yearning for more grew and she strained uselessly against her bonds once again. Several hoses snaked between her legs and along her slit, and then tightened in place on either side of her clit. Slowly they spread her swollen lips to expose ever
y pink, tender inch. The spray resumed, pulsing between her soft folds and between the cheeks of her still tender buttocks. The hot liquid continually changed direction, moving up and down, from side to side, making circles and lightly tapping her pouting pussy. She received no mercy as the water taunted and tormented her, and dissolved her into a limp rag doll of shivering lust.

  Her whimpers of pleasure echoed against the shower walls. So close! She panted, twitching and maneuvering her pussy as best as she could to assist the jetting streams in bringing her over the edge to a shattering climax.

  "No!" she shrieked when the water changed direction. Her heart pounded fearfully as the handles she gripped moved down a track along the metal wall and centered in front of her. She yipped, feeling the center block rise between her legs and come to rest against her pussy. The machine hummed again and her arms were drawn forward until they nearly touched the floor. The bench rose under her groin to support her tummy and subsequently raise her bottom high in the air. The warm light of a sensor scanned over her bottom, pussy and the backs of her thighs, and the machine initiated another set of low humming.

  "SETH!" she cried out, her wet hair hanging in her face. "Seth, please!"

  Tabby stared at the floor, aware of the large droplets of water gathering on the tips of her nipples before falling with a plopping sound. The sound of water splashing filled the chamber and, once again, she felt the long slender hoses respond to the machine's sensors and cascade over her back, bottom and thighs. A high pitched whine sounded and she felt something smooth and wet press against her slit. The deliberate delay in the probe's invasion of her body was tortuous, and she squealed as it slid gently against her lubricated entrance, just missing her craving clit.

  "No!" Her protests reverberated off the unit's walls as the thick, long probe pushed its way within her and slowly stretched her yearning core. It started to rotate like a drill at the same time as it stroked back and forth, its motion growing deeper and more fluid as her body accepted the impalement. The apparatus increased in speed, fucking her with smooth, powerful and intense strokes while the hoses returned to spraying pulsating streams of water around her hardened clit. Right after she tilted her pelvis to receive it deeper, the rhythm changed; from the long deep strokes that stretched her to the brink to short, rapid strokes that rubbed the very center of her g-spot. She undulated like a madwoman, begging it to relieve her of her suffering.