A Little Wish Upon a Star

by Breanna Hayse

  "Let. Me. Come!" She panted against the clipped thrusts and raised her bottom as high as she could manage.

  The feeling of pressure against her asshole caused an onset of tears, from both frustration and fear. The long, smooth rod entered her tight orifice slowly and painlessly. Tabby took in a deep breath of relief, however her comfort was short-lived as the contraption started to grow and stretch inside her, urging further opening of her tight little ring as it penetrated deeply and then fell back, over and over again.

  "Oh God…" she whimpered, her helpless body releasing itself to the machine. It slid in a smooth pumping motion, back and forth, completely independent of the device that continued to pound and vibrate within her pussy. Two more hoses then focused on the tips of her breasts as they hung helplessly from her bent body.

  "Seth," she begged, as the relentless intruders fell into a frenzied rhythm and were joined by a blurred array of multiple hoses that sprayed, scrubbed and caressed every erotic zone of her flesh. "Oh, dear God… Seth!" She lifted her voice, her body tightening in a paralyzing spasm before exploding in a feverish, torrential wave of a heart-stopping climax.

  The humming ceased as the devices slid silently from her body. Her wrists and ankles were released and the center block receded to its place on the floor. She fell in a slow, wobbly heap to her knees, panting heavily as she stared at the tiny rivers of water circling the drains beneath her body.

  "No more," she whispered, hearing another set of whirring sounds above. The cylinder filled with warm, comforting heat that dried her exhausted body and left her feeling more than satiated.

  "I love you, Seth," she whispered out loud, lifting her face to the warm light. "But I foresee the strong likelihood that I will be taking a lot more showers alone in the future. Wow."

  Chapter Fifteen

  "Daddy? Do you really hate camping?" Tabby asked, pouncing on Seth's stomach.

  "I couldn't hate anything if you are with me, little one. You're in a chipper mood today. Is there any reason?"

  "Maybe," she said and grinned, grabbing his nose.

  Seth flipped her onto her back and straddled her waist. "Is it because of the special shower I got for you?"

  "That thing got me through the dumb third phase, so yeah. Am I going to be like that every three days?"

  "No." He chuckled, nuzzling her neck. "After the first event, the yearning comes once every thirty phases or so."

  "And that is the only time I can get pregnant?"

  "If we make love under Ceres, yes. I'm glad the unit helped you. We can produce it for the public if that will ease their need."

  "You guys have gotta make condoms too, just in case," she said.

  "This really isn't talk for a little girl. Do you have your things packed and ready to go?"

  "Yep!"

  "Did you give a list to Father of the things you think we will need?" he asked fondly.

  "I did!"

  "Did that list include candy and ice-cream?"

  "Duh! What's the purpose of making a list otherwise?"

  "Are you sure you want to do this? It probably won't be very comfortable out there."

  "I'm not the one who is used to living in comfort," she said and giggled, poking his side. "Give it a chance and you might like it. There's no way you are going to talk me out of this."

  "I was afraid of that. Very well." He kissed her lips and hauled his large body off the bed. "Let's get going. And remember that this time is only for your Little girl, not the big one."

  "Yes, Daddy, dear."

  "And you are not to leave my sight for even a moment."

  "I won't. I'll stick to you like gluuue!"

  "If you disappear, you know what will happen. I'm sure you don't want to risk another sore bottom so soon after the last one," he warned her.

  "I'll be good. I promise. Let's go already!"

  After dealing with the torment of meeting her 'adult desires', Tabby was ready to immerse herself in anything that was not 'grown-up.' She did not question whether or not Seth was aiding her regression by using his attractants, nor did she care. It felt free and uplifting, and she intended to explore every aspect of being Seth's little girl. It would mean pushing aside the doubts and self-consciousness, learning to simply react to her environment—and him—without concerns about anything but what she wanted.

  "Daddy? Can I ask a question?" she asked as they boarded his personal cruiser.

  "You may." He sat down in the pilot's seat and pulled her onto his lap, then embraced her warmly.

  "What do you think the difference is between reacting as an adult and reacting as a kid?"

  "Why do you ask such a profound question, Tabby-Cat?" he asked, kissing the side of her neck.

  "Stop. That tickles." She giggled. "I was just wondering how it was different. It basically boils down to getting what we want, as adults or children."

  "True. But when an adult reacts, she knows it is for self-gain and is cognizant of her choice to do so. A child just reacts because she's a child. There is no forethought about selfishness, consideration or making a proper choice. She just does what comes naturally."

  "It's sad that we are born to be such selfish creatures, isn't it?"

  "Yes, and then we spend our entire childhood learning how not to behave like children," he said wistfully.

  "You told me that you didn't want me to think of any adult things during this trip—"

  "And yet, here you are."

  She huffed and blew her hair out of her face. "What I was going to ask you is; how far can I go with giving in to my impulses?"

  "You behave however you are most comfortable, baby. You will find your happy place. Just remember that there are still rules regarding your safety and respect towards me. Violate those and you will get a spanking."

  "I don't wanna spanking."

  "I don't wanna have to give you one. Get buckled in so we can get going."

  The flight over the mountainous peaks and lush valleys of the alien landscape left Tabby captivated with wonderment and awe at the resplendent beauty below. Dense pockets of fog rose like ghostly fingers through the dazzling gold and red-leafed canopy, and swirled around the sharp peaks of gleaming icicle-like precipices that reflected the new, blue sun.

  "It's like a fairy land," she whispered, hands pressed to the observation window. "I've never seen anything so magical in my life."

  "It is just as beautiful inside the forest. Just remember what I said about staying in sight at all times. There are animals and plants out there that will make you into a snack."

  "Is that why you hate camping?"

  "No. I hated it because my mother insisted on coming and screeched the entire time. Also because I hated sleeping on the ground," he told her.

  "Well, I know all about camping from my time in the service. I will make this super-duper comfy for you, okay?"

  "I'm the daddy. It's my job to take care of you."

  "Yeah, but I don't want to freeze to death, or starve, so…"

  "Watch it, little one. My spanking hand is getting itchy," he warned with a grin.

  "Guess you should scratch it then, huh?"

  "I might have to give you a reminder spanking when we set up camp. You are a little too cheeky today."

  "You can't just spank me without a reason!"

  "Wanna bet?" he asked with a hearty laugh.

  He landed the cruiser in a wide open field next to a blue-trunked, amber-leafed tree, and helped her onto the hard 'rocks' comprised of silver and diamond. She took a moment to step onto the glowing scarlet red grasses that quivered with the kiss of the sweetly scented breeze.

  "I never thought I would miss the color green," she whispered. "How do plants grow in this soil?"

  "They've adapted, just like we have. We will leave the cruiser here and walk to the camp site. From now on, you are not to think like an adult."

  "What if I do?" she asked, elbowing him playfully.

  He elbowed her back. "Then I will have to fi
nd a way to make you feel like a little girl, starting with putting you across my knee."

  "You can't spank me for everything!"

  "Wanna bet?" he asked again, leading her towards the ridge of red trees that stood in a shallow mire of copper colored water. "This marshland is called K'lish'ta—The Meeting of the Waters. It is where the Cuprum Ocean blends with the River of Tears. It is the most diverse environment on this planet, and is home to thousands of different plants and animals."

  "It's so pretty. Can we swim here?"

  "Not here. Stop pouting. You can swim in the lake after we've set up camp. I'll carry everything. Just follow the path."

  Tabby skipped happily along the dry trail that led them through the massive entangled forest. The refreshing air had a scent of excitement, and the landscape was so mesmerizingly remarkable that she felt like bursting out in song.

  "Daddy! This place makes me feel so happy and alive! It has the feel of an amusement park! I love it here."

  "Are you telling me that you can sense the ionic shifts?" he asked with surprise.

  "I don't know about those, but my skin is tingling like I was walking through a Tesla coil. Or like I was sitting on the top of a roller-coaster shaped like a giant vibrator," she added with a giggle. "What are ionic shifts?"

  "This is the heart of Lotopia. All of our breathable atmosphere is produced in this place. It's also the only location on the planet that actually has day and night."

  "Really? Like a real sunrise and sunset, and not one of those merged sun-moon things?"

  "Yes. It's rather unnatural, but that is what occurs. Ceres just peeks over the horizon, but not much more. There are also no poisonous plants here, but some of them do bite. Tickle the insides of anything with a stick before you reach for it."

  "Can they hurt me bad?" she asked shyly.

  "Enough to need a bandage and some kisses. The animals are pretty shy and I'm not concerned about them bothering us directly. The fish have some rather sharp teeth, so be careful of them when you clean them."

  "Say what? I don't clean fish. That's a man's job!" Tabby wrinkled her nose.

  "I hate cleaning fish."

  "You're the daddy. Daddies clean fish. They make fires. They spoil their little girls. That is the law."

  "It's the law, is it? Whose law is that, if I may ask?"

  "Tabby's Law!" She felt herself start to slip easier into 'play' as she abandoned her defenses and self-control to the environment.

  "I see. You are aware that Daddy's Law trumps Tabby's Law, correct?" he asked, holding her hand as they walked down the narrow path into a dense thicket.

  "That's not fair."

  "I supposed it is not, but that's why it's good to be the daddy."

  "You sound like Grandpa with his 'kingly' spiel," she muttered.

  "He taught me well, my darling. We're almost there."

  The forest opened up to reveal an enormous, crystal clear teal lake surrounded by a smooth beach of glittering silver and carbonado. The pink-leaved trees rustled in the light breeze and emitted a tinkling of tiny, crystal chimes over their heads.

  "What's that sound?"

  "The seed pods striking one another in the wind. The sounds out here are very soothing, except for one," Seth told her.

  "Your snoring?"

  "You are funny. No, the Perskat. If you hear anything that sounds like a purr, slowly find a way to get into the water as soon as possible. They don't care for water and cannot swim."

  "Wasn't that the animal that I got in trouble with Grandpa with?" she asked.

  "Yes. They are the deadliest natural force on this planet. Ceres cannot heal the damage created by a Perskat bite before the victim dies."

  "No more petting fuzzy things for me," she said as she shook her head.

  "At least not the dangerous fuzzy things. See that over there? That is a Bombat." He pointed to a brilliant blue and purple emu-like bird that walked along the lake's edge on long, orange legs. It jabbed the long, horn-like structure growing from its head into the water and pulled out a flapping fish. After it had quickly swallowed its catch, the Bombat lifted its rounded head and released a high-pitched scream in their direction. The animal then stretched long, purple, leathery wings to either side and flapped them, slapping the water with the tips.

  "It must have a nest nearby and it's warning us to stay away," Seth said.

  "We're on the other side of the lake. Chill, dude!" she yelled back at the bird.

  "You do not want to mess with a mama Bombat. Those horns can pierce through carbonado. That's how they get to the larvae in the caves, remember?"

  "They don't look like something I want to mess with."

  "Some people have hatched them from eggs and imprinted with them. They are said to be incredibly loyal, and make very good guards against uninvited Helminthe."

  "I'm sure little Lotopian kids write out a wish for a giant chicken-dog in their Christmas letters to Santa. It probably wouldn't make a happy holiday when Santa comes down the chimney and the dumb chicken-dog thing pokes his eyes out with that nasty little horn."

  Seth shook his head. "It is personally very frightening to know that you actually think of these things, girl."

  "You should be afraid, Daddy. Very afraid."

  "I am. Who exactly is Santa, and what is Christmas?"

  "You really need to get out more," she said and snickered. "Where are we going to set up camp?"

  "That's a good spot, over there. There is a clear area under the canopy to protect us from the rain, and it has close beach access. Let's collect these dried twigs and leaves for a fire."

  "Are you going back to get the tent and stuff?"

  Seth placed his backpack on the ground. "I have everything here that we need. A knife, cooking gear, water container…"

  "Dude! How about a tent and fishing gear?"

  "I told you that I have everything we need. Here is the tent," he said, as he reached into his bag and pulled out an opalescent cube, about the size of a softball. He noticed her silence. "Aren't you going to ask?"

  "Do you think I was born yesterday? Go ahead. Show me how this becomes a tent."

  Seth winked at her before holding up a large bag from his pack. "I'm going to go fill this up with water. Clear this whole area of rocks and sticks."

  When he returned, he handed the cube to Tabby and then poured a little vial of amber liquid into the bag of water. "Place this in the center of the clearing with the clear side down and the hole facing the lake. You will have to step back next to the tree once I'm done preparing it. Just so you know, this was the only thing I really enjoyed about camping."

  She turned the hard cube over in her hand, trying to determine what material it was made of. With a shrug, she placed it on the ground as instructed and then retreated to the tree he had indicated. She held her breath while he slowly poured the water over the cube and stepped back as it spilled into a puddle onto the ground around it.

  "Wow. We are watering a square rock. This is so exciting," she quipped.

  "I sense some sarcasm in your statement. Have patience and watch."

  "Look! Dang! That trail of water is heading towards the lake."

  "I know."

  "But it's uphill!" she exclaimed. The tiny rivulet trickled into the lake and Tabby watched the water travel back to the cube. It began to quiver and then slowly unfold. Within moments, the water receded back to the lake and left behind it a large, square, translucent bubble!

  "Check it out," Seth urged, pushing the silent girl forward. Cautiously, she approached the object in awe and then timidly placed her hand on the door frame.

  "It feels like soft rubber," she said.

  "It's designed for short term outdoor use and requires a water source to activate it. After one week, the rays of the suns break it down and it is absorbed by the environment without a trace. Tonight, I will take you to see the trees that produce the sap that makes this substance."

  "It's so cushy!" Tabby squealed, plopping
on the ground and bouncing. "We need to have one of these at home."

  "No, we don't. Besides, there is no water source to hook it up to."

  "Ya huh! The bathtub."

  "I said no. No tents in our bedroom," he said firmly.

  "Do they make mattresses of this stuff?"

  "No. And I am not going to ask to have one made."

  "You always say no, you big old meanie head." Tabby pouted. "Hey! I can see through the roof!"

  Seth laughed at her response to a new distraction. "It will be beautiful at night. We will be able to see the stars out here. Let's finish setting up."

  "For someone who hasn't camped for nine hundred years, you do a pretty good job of setting up," Tabby observed, looking around the site. He had the fire pit built on top of a slab of carbonado and stacked heavy chunks of the same rocks around it. There were also two 'bubble' chairs, and a box of dehydrated snacks.

  "I read a lot," he said and chuckled, ignoring the age comment. "Go arrange our things in the tent and then join me. I'm going to set the protective boundary and then we are going to go fishing."

  To her delight, he had packed appropriate clothing, but also a big sketch pad and colored pencils. "Daddy! Where did you get these pencils? The colors are gorgeous!"

  "Lotopians are a very creative people and we have many forms of art, honey. Would you care to see a gallery showing?"

  "I haven't seen anything other than weird geometric statues in the palace. No art or anything like it. Oh wait, let me guess, your mother hates art."

  "She not only hates art, she will go up in smoke if she is anywhere near it," he told her.

  "Oh, come on! A little culture never killed anyone."

  "It does when the base of the paint is radiated with the same protons as the orange sun."

  "Really? I think I'm going to like Lotopian art. And I might even want some in our room. She has no business in there." Tabby folded her arms.