Star Dusted

Harry was slowly returning into the world of consciousness. There was a bright blue light blinding him. He had to open slightly his eyelid to really see somethign. He knew he had probably, at this moment, the face of a Cowboy, like in those movies he enjoys so much. His head was probably covered with bumps and dirt. The last forced fuck night was not an easy one. He found himself happy to look like one of those cowboys. Cowboys are one other thing Harry does't really get about him. So he lost himself in his mind, eyes half open, staring at the biggest blue light he ever seen and dreamt, at this very moment, the most beautiful dream he ever had. He saw Cowboys riding deers and catching full lassos of naked Marilyn. Dozens of Marilyns at the same time, all tied tight together and surrounded by deers and cowboy. "Why life is not like this" asked Potter to himself. Then he felt unconscious once again.


-"The boy seems like he returned in his mist" said Dr McCoy.

-"I told you Captain to contain yourself. You should have taken those medications I prepared for you" said Spock.

-"I know, answered Kirk, but even under drug control, this would have been hard to resist. I was under magic control..."


Kirk, looked at the boy, hanging over a big pit of energy. Harry was suspended naked by ropes, all tied to his limbs. Even if he would have been conscious, he would not be able to do anything. Kirk took a deep breath and returned to McCoy.


-"You know what to do with him, Doc. I rape him and this is an stain in my career, unless this is washed out and never get out of this room. Deal the way you want of him. But don't forget, this little bastard put a spell on me."

-"Yes Captain. This problem is already solved" said McCoy

-"Captain!" interrupted Spock "If this little kid is magic, maybe we need to study him. Can I make some test on him before we dispose of him?"

-"Do what you want Spock, but don't forget to ultimately erase this child from our dimension."

-"I think few days will be quite enough, sir." said Spock


The Captain left the room, leaving Spock and McCoy alone with Harry. McCoy and Spock exchanged a complicity look and took out a big silver box from under the table. "Dear Mr.Spock! I am afraid this is just the perfect moment to try our hand-droids we developed" said McCoy. "It is looking so." confirmed Spock on a pragmatic tone. McCoy opened the box and pulls out a hand shaped droid and pressed a button. Then the thing began to move and make disco-like sounds. Then lights began to blink everywhere on it. "If there is magic in this human, this little droid of ours will find it." said the Doc. McCoy took the little robot and throw it inside the blue beam of light where Harry was in. The little droid quickly balance itself to grab the lower left leg to avoid falling in the bottomless pit of energy. Then it began to pinch the skin everywhere and pressing it. At some place, the droid was so aggressive that a bit of blood was leaving the body. On their chairs, Spock and McCoy really began to enjoy the show. Spock began to vibrate of his ears and Doc was crossing his legs and put compu-pad on his knees to hide his twisted taste. But we must know there that McCoy lost a bit of his mental health on Organia when he had to face Klingons. Since this episode, he felt an obsessive attraction for the blood. He ignored and refused this feeling for too long. He also once covered himself with interstellar tomato paste and asked his little furry creature he bought from a peddler to lick his whole body. But what he was really needing was the show he had right now in his face. The hand-droid began to get higher and disappeared behind Potter. Then his belly began to flash like a Christmas tree. Spock stood up and closed the lights so they could both see fully all those lights play together. Spock was beginning to have excessive wax secretion in his pointing ears and McCoy began to sing a stupid American song like if he was near a fire camp. Suddenly, Harry woke up and began to scream like hell. McCoy jump on his seat and let out something like "I got to go!" and left the room running away. Spock slowly extended his arm and put his hand around the boy's neck to stunt him. Then everything was back to a more quiet state. Spock was there, alone and drops of ear wax were falling on the floor. He decided this was enough for today and recalled the hand-droid. Exhausted, Spock secured the hand-droid back in the silver case and left the room, talking with himself "I still don't get why Captain is always asking us to kill people who, at his eyes, put spells on him. It must be some kind of Salem Syndrom..." The door slide closed behind him with a really smooth sound.