Skylar's Guardians by Breanna Hayse Read Free Book Online

shook his head and pressed a button that sent streams of warm solution against her bottom region, cleaning her. A warm gush of air followed, and he reached down to lift her into his arms.
    “Was your defiance worth that spanking?” he asked softly, and she threw her face into the base of his neck and cried.
    “You let him hit me!” she sobbed.
    Tralec glanced at Troy, who shrugged. He wrapped the blanket around her body and kissed her temple. “He spanked you because you were behaving very poorly. I was close to doing the same thing.”
    “He hit me!”
    “He spanked you and you deserved it. If you keep this up, it will happen again. Understood?”
    “This whole thing is impossible,” she cried into her hands.
    “Improbable, but not impossible. We were only coming here to observe and found you in a broken ball next to the cliff.”
    “I was going to throw myself over that cliff but I couldn’t move once I fell down on the ground,” Skylar numbly confessed.
    “We are both happy that you did not do such a thing. We never would have found you,” Tralec said, cupping her face.
    “What are you going to do with me?”
    “Love and care for you as ours.”
    “Even that big blue meanie?” Skylar asked in a tiny voice, eyeing Troy fearfully.
    “Especially this big blue meanie,” Troy said, squatting next to them. “I am sorry I frightened you. I do not tolerate disobedience.”
    Skylar sniffed as she looked up into their faces. “I have never seen anyone as big as you two.”
    “We are average size among our people. We’ll talk more about that later. You are hungry. We were not sure about your food preferences and gathered a small collection of various items for you,” Tralec said, sitting her at the table and turning to gather food.
    “She can barely see over the edge,” Troy commented. He gathered several blankets and a box, gently lifted Skylar from the chair, and placed them under her.
    “I don’t need a fucking… a stupid booster seat,” Skylar scowled.
    “How else are you going to see what I scrounged up for you, little one?” Troy asked humorously as he sat next to her. “You look funny when you do that with your mouth.”
    “What is she doing? Oh, that is called pouting. It generally is seen when the subject is unable to get what she desires and tries to manipulate using expressions. They also will kick objects,” Tralec said, pointing to Skylar kicking the chair with her feet.
    “I am not pouting. I’m just pissed. I want answers.”
    “Very well. After you nourish yourself, you may ask your questions, and we will do our best to answer,” Tralec informed her as he pushed a plate of food in her direction.
    “Where did you get this stuff? Mmmm,” Skylar said, diving into the chicken with gusto. “It’s cold! Ick!”
    Tralec sighed, removed the plate to heat the contents, and returned it to her. She began to attack it ravenously. “Slow down before you make yourself sick, young lady. You act as though you haven’t eaten in days,” Tralec cautioned, placing his hand over her plate to slow her.
    “I haven’t. He didn’t even leave me a can opener or anything I could use to open the cans of whatever shit was there. I’ll slow down, I promise. I’m starving. Please,” Skylar said pleadingly.
    “I should feed you myself. There is no way you can even taste this when you eat so quickly, nor could it be good for your digestion.”
    “I can feed myself, damn it!” Skylar snapped, diving into her meal again.
    “Remember what I said about babies and being a huge pain in the ass?” Troy asked his pod-mate, who nodded tiredly. “Are all humans this obstinate? Skylar, I have never had anyone make my gills flare like you do. Do you not exercise manners on this planet? I obtained this food through theft for you and had to listen to a follow-up scolding from him because of it. How about a display of appreciation? At least do me the courtesy of taking some time to enjoy it.”
    “Excuse