A Little Wish Upon a Star

by Breanna Hayse

  "Are you sad right now?"

  "Not really. More embarrassed. I'm too old to be spanked."

  "I don't want you to feel embarrassed, but if spanking you is what will help you behave appropriately, then I will continue to do it. I did notice that you became aroused afterwards," he added.

  "Oh, dear lord, did you have to say that?"

  "What's wrong with it? Your body responded to stimulus. Had you not just been punished, I would have been happy to relieve your discomfort."

  "Really?" Tabitha stared at him.

  "Really. I am a man of morals and ethics, though. I will not pleasure you if this scent, this… clover, is present. It means that you are in the mode of a child, and I will not engage in intimate activities when you are this vulnerable. It's wrong."

  "I'm not exactly aroused right now," she admitted.

  "I know you aren't. Right now, you are a little girl being held in Daddy's arms, where all your hurts and fears are being rocked away."

  "It would be so easy to call you that," she sighed. Her defenses had been broken down, leaving her feeling more vulnerable than she could ever remember. "I can't even count how many times having a daddy would have made my life more tolerable."

  "I'd like you to call me that. It's a term of endearment here that most children stop using when they begin school, and it breaks their parents' hearts. No one wants their baby to grow up."

  "I grew up too fast and too soon."

  "You certainly did. And now is an opportunity for you to regain some of that time."

  "I don't want you to spank me anymore."

  "Then be a good girl and don't push me. It's really quite simple." He smiled and squeezed her. "We have to go to the center now. No more profanity, right?"

  "Nope. At least, not for a while," Tabby said, wincing as he patted her bottom.

  Chapter Seven

  Having lived the majority of her childhood in medical isolation left Tabby feeling more than anxious. She clung nervously to Seth's hand while walking through the sparkling halls of the domed building, fighting back the memories of a similar, and very lonely, journey. The nurse who had come for her back then had never held her hand, nor had she even looked at her. The child had been a disease to them—to avoid and try to cure. Nothing more. If only someone would have held her hand… Just once.

  A rush of warmth suddenly flowed over her cheeks and down her chest. Caramel popcorn. Glancing up at the towering man, she caught his quick smile and a wink while he squeezed her hand.

  "Are you all right, baby girl? You're afraid."

  "I'm not afraid, I'm cold," Tabby lied.

  "No, you aren't, so no fibbing. Did I help you relax a little?"

  "Yeah, a bit. Why caramel corn?"

  "That scent always calmed my nerves when I was a boy. Father used to sneak extra dessert to me when Mother wasn't looking, and he always got caught. He let her yell at him just long enough so I could stuff it in my mouth and then took me for a walk to get away from her." Seth laughed.

  She sighed, her aching heart empty of any real memories of her own father. "Well, that aroma just made me hungry. You're already starving me this morning."

  "No food is permitted for twelve rotations before the evaluation. I haven't eaten either, so I'm suffering right with you. We'll eat afterwards, when we visit Father."

  "Yeah, right," she mumbled, her anxiety increasing as they neared a huge desk.

  "What else is bothering you?" His voice was laced with concern. He stopped to look at her. "Your hand is sweating."

  "Nothing is wrong, except that my ass hurts and I'm sure it's every color of the damn rainbow. I don't want anyone seeing what you did to me, it's humiliating."

  "I guess you didn't learn your lesson about swearing, did you?"

  "Give me a break. Please?" she pleaded. "I'm scared to death. Don't you remember me telling you what my childhood was like?"

  "Of course I do, but this won't be anything like that."

  "How do you know?"

  "Because we don't have to puncture the skin to obtain information. I promise that the examination will be quite painless," he reassured her.

  "What about the treatment?"

  "I can't say. We don't even know if treatment would be necessary."

  "I wish you would listen to me," she said. "This is not going to work."

  An attendant greeted them with a pleasant smile, bowed slightly towards Seth and then gently shook Tabby's hand. The two men spoke quietly after the girl had been lifted to sit on the edge of a very tall table. The attendant then nodded and left the room.

  "Should I ask what you were talking about?" she asked quietly.

  "That probably wouldn't be a good idea right now. The examiner will be in shortly. Let's get you undressed," Seth replied.

  "I was afraid of that."

  He stripped her of all clothing and then wrapped a blanket snugly around her. "I'm sorry that it's little big. This isn't the children's area."

  "Will you tell me everything that is said, please?"

  "Of course, baby. I won't leave your side for a moment. I won't be permitted to use an attractant on you initially, though. It could interfere with the tests."

  Tabitha almost chuckled out loud when the examiner entered the room and stood next to Seth. Her first thought was, 'damn, he's short!'—despite the fact that he stood at about six foot five. She nibbled her lip, watching him wash his hands and then dry them on a towel. He smiled pleasantly and said something to her, after which she glanced at Seth.

  "This is the examiner," he said abruptly.

  "Does the examiner have a name?"

  "No."

  "What did he say to me?" Tabby asked, raising her eyebrow.

  "He said you were very pretty, and wanted to take you home with him for his wife," Seth responded through clenched teeth.

  "Do all Lotopian men flirt so shamelessly? Damn it. Tell him that I said thank you, but I am quite content in my present situation. Backside excluded." She leaned forward and offered a lopsided grin. "Are you jealous?"

  "No. I have no reason to be jealous."

  "Liar. It's cute." She giggled. "Just don't get into a fight over me."

  The examiner had her lean back on the table and gently felt around her body. His fingers were warm and firm, exercising professional control over his palpations, although his eyes were alight with curiosity. He spoke softly to her, occasionally questioning Seth as his hands roamed over her naked flesh.

  "He said that you are designed like a full Lotopian, and feels no unusual tremors or swelling so far," Seth told her.

  "What's a tremor?"

  "Examiners know how to use their hands in a way similar to an Earth ultrasound. They throw electrical currents against parts of the body and can feel if something is amiss."

  Tabby frowned as the examiner focused on her left femur. He said something to Seth, who nodded.

  "He said that he can feel something out of balance here."

  "That's where the cancer was detected. I told you," she said sadly. "It fucking sucks. I mean, I'm just starting to like this place, and even you. My luck, right? What else is he saying?"

  Seth wasn't paying attention to her as he conversed with the examiner. There was much head nodding and gesturing over her blanket-covered body, and she'd had enough. She sat up, holding the blanket over her chest, and scowled at them.

  "Hello? I'm right here. Tell me what he is saying!" she demanded.

  "Calm down. He was just explaining that he's going to run a full body scan and then set the program to clear out the bad cells."

  "Are you saying he thinks this can be healed?" she asked incredulously.

  "Absolutely. He said, if given enough time, the radiation from Ceres should take care of it, but he feels that waiting is unnecessary and will bring you undue stress since he doesn't know how long it would take."

  "He can heal this?" Disbelief was written across her face. "I'm not going to die?"

  "I told you, didn't I?"
Seth replied.

  "What about the virus? What are we going to do about that?"

  "He's not concerned. Even if it did survive Ceres radiation, it would be destroyed the second it came in contact with a Lotopian."

  "This is unbelievable!" Then she noticed the expression on his handsome face. "What's wrong?"

  "You aren't going to care for the treatment. It will be uncomfortable."

  "How uncomfortable?" she asked suspiciously.

  "It involves a full system flush."

  It took a moment for his words to penetrate her understanding. Her eyes widened. "Are you saying I have to get an enema?"

  "If the first one doesn't eradicate everything, you may even have to get a series of them. That's not all. I have to try to raise my attractants as high as I am able to maximize the absorption of the ions," Seth said.

  "How bad can that be?" She forced a smile, wiggling her bare bottom against the cool table and already feeling her juices start to flow.

  "You are not permitted to achieve relief."

  "What the fuck?"

  "If you climax, the natural electrical current of your body will disrupt the treatment. We would have to start all over again."

  "What if it happens again?" she asked forlornly.

  Seth conversed with the examiner for a few moments and then turned back to Tabby. "We cannot stop once we start. He said that if we had to repeat the flush, he would have to make it very uncomfortable for you to give into your needs. He doesn't want to do that, especially given your previous experiences."

  "You told him about that?"

  "Of course I did. I didn't want you to feel like a disposable object ever again."

  She stared at him, once again in awe that he had understood her fears. "You really do care, don't you?"

  "My people don't have to waste a lot of time waiting for feelings of affection and love to develop—they are either there, or they are not, and we nurture what we have. It is in our nature that we care for one another, especially if we feel that initial attraction," Seth explained.

  She glanced at the shining floor and sighed. "It must be wonderful to live in a world where you don't have to worry about rejection. When are we going to do this?"

  "As soon as he can get the equipment together. He wants to know if you would be more comfortable with a female examiner."

  "I don't care, as long as you stay with me," she said timidly.

  "He wanted me to tell you that he will go as gently as possible, and that the only after-effects will be increased feelings of vulnerability and dependence over a phase or two."

  "Gee, like I haven't been feeling that enough lately?" Tabitha sighed.

  "Don't worry. I'll take good care of you."

  "Seth? Would you…"

  "What, baby?"

  "I need a hug," Tabby confessed, holding her arms out, already feeling very vulnerable.

  Seth embraced her, stroking her hand and kissing the top of her head. "Try to relax. I'll make this as easy for you as I can."

  A large, thickly cushioned device was rolled in. The shape of the inner section was contoured to nestle around the prone body and had a section for the face carved out to allow breathing.

  "What is that? It looks like a freaky massage table," she whispered, clinging to Seth's hand.

  He explained. "The platform will be angled to allow the best distribution of the fluids as they are pumped into you. You will also need to be drinking continuously to help increase your blood volume and flush toxins from your kidneys. He will be inserting an emission probe that will provide all your bodily fluids with a constant source of ionizing radiation, so that no cell goes untouched."

  "What will that do, except make me want to pee?"

  "He said that the radiation will kick the electrons off the tumor's DNA molecules—which will ultimately eradicate the cancer. It also eliminates anything that has metastasized."

  "It won't stimulate more mutations?" Tabitha asked, curiously.

  "Not this. He is simply speeding up what would happen naturally. He also said that once you are strapped in, you need to stay put. You can't be moving around."

  "Hello, McFly? I'm going to need to pee if you have me drinking so much."

  "He said don't worry about any of that, just try to relax. Are you ready?"

  "Relax? Let him try to relax with a full bladder." She scowled, hugging the blanket around her body as he helped her kneel upon the oddly shaped table.

  Straps were fastened around her ankles and the backs of her thighs. The back of the table was raised vertically and she was made to wrap her arms in a 'hug' around the soft edges while placing her face in the round, open hole. The blanket slid down to rest across her hips and she shivered. The size of the table, even those portions that could be adjusted, was so large that it stretched her fully and made her feel more vulnerable and exposed than ever.

  The table back was slowly lowered. A center section pressed against her belly, acting like a firm pillow and supporting her pelvis and hips. Once her bottom was raised high, the table bottom slowly split apart and spread her legs.

  "This is fucking humiliating," she muttered through the hole.

  Seth dipped his head under the bench and grinned up at her. "Did you say something? I couldn't hear you. Are you having fun yet?"

  "I hate you," she snarled. "This is the most embarrassing thing I have ever encountered in my life."

  "More than the spanking you got this morning?"

  "I'm sure that examiner is having a field day laughing at my bruised ass."

  "There are no bruises," he said.

  "Liar."

  "I'm telling the truth. It might feel that way, but there are no visible marks. Here." He pulled a long rolling table beneath the bench. "There is a long straw. You need to drink this."

  "What is it?"

  "Water. The procedure will make you feel very warm and thirsty, and you already know how our water refreshes. I'm going to lie back on this gurney and scoot it underneath you so that you can see me. Eye contact will help me focus on concentrating my attractants to you." He listened to the examiner and then passed on the information. "The insert is the smallest they could find. Accelerated healing processes like this are only performed on children over thirty-nine seasons, and they are already much larger than you are."

  "Why don't they have baby ones? Babies can get hurt!" She felt panic rise in her. Other than a rectal thermometer used on her when she still a young child, she had never been subject to any anal activity. It had been a hard limit in her sexual encounters, as well. This 'treatment' was the enactment of her greatest nightmare!

  "An infant's ability to heal is already accelerated at maximum level. The attractants aren't activated until puberty, so this procedure would be useless on a pre-adolescent. The examiner will be very careful. He also said that if you need to relieve yourself, do it. There is a shelf beneath you for that purpose."

  "Kill me now," she whimpered.

  "Just remember that you cannot climax," Seth said firmly. "If you do, they will have to decrease the temperature of the fluid and speed up the flush, which will cause you to cramp strongly. He said you really don't want that. Drink."

  Tabby gulped down the liquid through the straw she held in her mouth, squeezing her eyes shut as the uncomfortable probing began around her exposed anus. A well-lubricated finger gently traced the ringed muscle, circling the virgin hole several times before pressing more firmly, until the tip of the gloved finger dipped inside. Slowly, the finger pushed and pulled, turned and pressed around the first ring of muscles until it slid in deeper. A rush of warmth sizzled through her body and she opened her eyes and saw Seth smile.

  The sensation changed as he sent a pulse of attractants to her. Her nostrils were filled with the scent of raw leather, fresh dirt and… no way! Was that jet fuel? Suddenly, she started to crave more—more pressure, more depth, and more discomfort.

  A smooth, solid object was carefully inserted, replacing the fingers th
at had been stretching her so very carefully. It grew wider during the penetration, stretching her to the point of cringing. Another pulse of attractants from Seth and she opened herself to take the object fully inside her rectum.

  She lay there under a long, hot light, panting with exertion. There was no pain, thanks to Seth's assistance, but the feeling was overwhelming.

  "They're going to start the flush now, using the same type of water that you are drinking. It's going to be tingly, and will eventually work its way all over every cell. The excess will be removed through another tube."

  "Thank God! I was wondering how I was gonna get that stuff out. What…" She felt a long object being introduced into her slit. "Hey!"

  "Calm down. It's the emitter. It will be inflated to keep it in place. You can squeeze it if you need to," Seth murmured.

  "Yeah, and that won't keep me from coming, will it?" she asked sarcastically, feeling the cylinder start to swell.

  "He wants to know how you are feeling."

  "Tell him just peachy," she sneered.

  "The system's been initiated. You'll hear three beeps in a moment and the treatment will begin. Ready?"

  "Do I have a choice?"

  "No. There they go…"

  A warm trickle poured into her bowels, making her shudder the second the liquid made contact. It both tingled and stung, and she reacted automatically by squeezing her muscles. The vibrations of the emitter grew stronger and she felt her nerves respond, making her forget the humility and discomfort she was experiencing as her body slowly filled with the flushing liquid. Her tummy felt mildly bloated and her bottom stretched obscenely, but the sensation caused by the pulsating device in her pussy took precedence over it all.

  Aided by Seth's pheromonal projections, her mind brought to her the imagery of being powerfully fucked by two enormous cocks, while thousands of tiny mouths sucked on every inch of her flesh. Each pulse brought a higher quiver of need, stripping her little by little of any degree of self-control.