The F.E.T.I.S.H. Ray Tales

by Fidget

Finding the Right Work/Life Balance: Beth’s Story



Beth was an up-and-coming executive for a major biotech firm. She was brilliant, driven, and sensible, and her peers could tell that she was headed straight for upper management. Beth was determined to make it, too, and in general avoided any entanglements that could distract her from her ambitions.

Her decision to marry Kevin five years ago had been the one exception to this rule, but she had fallen in love with him, and they generally worked well together even with their wildly different personalities and goals. Where Beth was driven and ambitious, Kevin was laid back and family-oriented. He completely lacked Beth’s competitive nature, which meant he was completely unbothered by the knowledge that his wife made far more money than he did. He owned a local home appliance repair shop, and while his shop was successful, he had no aspirations to build his business into anything larger, and preferred to spend his time and efforts improving their life together at home.

Recently, however, their differences had led to their relationship becoming strained. As Beth’s responsibilities at work increased, she was spending more and more time away from home while Kevin, on the other hand, watched their financial situation grow more and more stable – heck, they were still in their 20s, and practically rich already – and thought the time was ripe to step back a bit and consider starting a family. Beth wasn’t against the idea of kids, but knew there was no room for them in the life she had planned for herself, and had no intentions of letting Kevin knock her up so close to a vice-presidency. She wasn’t on birth control, but that was just in case any hormone imbalances would somehow negatively affect her performance at work, and Kevin had been perfectly willing to use condoms instead.

But now Kevin was starting to drop hints that he wanted her to rethink her career goals. He’d make observations like “this big house is starting to feel awfully lonely” at breakfast, or point out a cute little girl playing in the park and say something like “Look how cute she is Beth! Maybe we’ll have a little girl like that sometime soon!” Beth knew that Kevin would be an excellent father, and that he’d be more than happy to sell his shop and be a stay-at-home dad, but she just couldn’t bring herself to back off now that she was so close!

Eventually their time together had grown chilly and uncomfortable, to the point where Beth would stay late at work just to avoid Kevin’s complaints, and she even began to consider divorcing him. They had barely spoken in over a month.

One night Beth came home late after working overtime again. She let herself in the front door and walked through the dark house to the bedroom, expecting to find Kevin already asleep and relieved to avoid yet another argument about having children. Kevin wasn’t in bed, but the bathroom light was on, so she assumed he was brushing his teeth or something and began to get ready for bed.

Without warning, Kevin opened the bathroom door and stepped out, holding what looked like a toy raygun aimed at her. Giving Beth no time to react, he zapped her with the ray and smiled as she fell still, glowing with soft golden light as the beam pumped her mind full of irresistible desire to let him pump her young, fertile body full of his kids.

A few seconds later her glow faded and she continued as though nothing had happened, completely unaware of her new compulsion. “What’s that thing?”

“Do you remember all the arguments we’ve had recently about having children?” he asked, ignoring her question for the time being.

“I do,” she responded, confused. It felt like she was experiencing whatever the opposite of deja vu was, a lifetime of recollections that felt like they hadn’t really happened.

“How do you feel about it now?”

“I don’t… I don’t know,” she replied. “In hindsight it seems odd that I was arguing with you about it in the first place. It just doesn’t seem like something I would do. I mean, I understand the arguments that I made, but it feels like they came from someone else, and they don’t really reflect my thoughts on the matter at all. Kevin, I want you to get me pregnant!”

“Oh good, it looks like the ray worked just as advertised. Beth, your current thoughts on the matter are thanks to this little device here. It’s called the F.E.T.I.S.H. ray, and it instills in its victims an irresistible desire to engage in various sexual activities. I just zapped you with the ‘Pregnancy’ setting, which should have given you an irresistible compulsion to get yourself pregnant. Honey, I love you dearly, and I hated having to resort to something like this, but you really left me with no choice. It’s the only way we can be happy together.”

He finally fell silent, leaving Beth worried and bemused at the outlandish nature of his story and the crazed look in his eyes.