A/N: I apologize for the lack of updates! This month has been a nightmare! If it wasn't for being sick, it was other stuff! Now that Christmas is over and I feel better, I can get back to the story. In this chapter, a certain character might be coming back and Ahsoka is still having problems. Warning for some mature content, and I hope I don't upset people with a certain scene with Ahsoka. If it does, don't read it!

Chapter 12 A Turning Point

Miles down the river from the GHOST crew and the native village, a man stood at the side of a smaller river that ran into the big one. He had a bandage on his head covering a wound he had received when he was rescued from the water a few weeks before. He didn't know who he was and didn't remember anything about his previous life. The tribe of natives that found him accepted him into their village no matter the paleness of his skin and his white beard and bald head. He felt content to be amongst friendly people and a woman about his age had started to show affection for him. Her name was Niya and she came up behind him to put her arms around his waist.

"Hi, Niya," he said and reached back to give her a kiss on the cheek.

"Hi, Nagi," she answered back, "Come sit with me."

She lead him back to the village and over to where the rest of the tribe sat around a community fire in the middle of the village. He accepted the name "Nagi" not remembering his real name, it had been given to him after he was found. "Nagi" meant "lost soul" in the native tongue.

The chief beckoned both of them over to where the shaman and the chief's wife put robes of animal skin and beadwork over their shoulders. They were wedding robes and the couple were to be joined. Just in the few weeks that he had been with the native people, he had grown to love Niya and hoped to marry her and show her his love.

A few hours after the ceremony, Nagi and Niya were helped on to two of the riding animals that the natives called horses, and with packs of provisions, went off for their honeymoon that would be near a stream that ran into the small river. This place was secluded and would give them privacy to express their love for each other.

The couple arrived at their destination and Niya set down a big furred blanket near the bushes that held many red-colored berries. The berries emitted a pleasant scent and made it more relaxing. Niya reached into one of the packs and pulled out a soft furred robe with intricate beadwork. She went deeper behind the bushes to change from her native dress. Nagi also pulled out a similar robe and changed from his clothes to the robe.

Niya came back out with the robe on that accented her long legs, large bosom and shapely hips. The only thing keeping it closed was a belt around the waist. Nagi had the same robe on also wrapped with the belt but his bare chest showed getting Niya excited.

"Come sit," she said the words strange to her. She was trying to learn Nagi's language which was hard at times. She sat down on the blanket and he sat near her. She pulled the front of her robe open to show the sides of her large breasts, his eyes widening at the sight. He opened his robe more showing the sweat starting to form on his bare chest. Niya sucked her breath in and then layed down on the blanket where she undid the belt to show Nagi her naked body ready for him.

"Smohalla," she whispered in a voice husky with lust.

"Smohalla," he answered back and loosend his belt to show her he was ready and willing to make love to her.

Soon the two lovers were moving around the blanket in the throes of passion and it seemed to go on forever. When they were finished, Niya got up to wash herself off at the side of the stream. Nagi couldn't get enough of the sight of her naked body, the breasts in particular. He had loved caressing them as they made love and Niya loved feeling him touch them. After washing up, they got dressed and sat down on the blanket to eat some fruit and a food the natives called jerky. This was the happiest that Nagi had ever felt...

A few days later they returned to the village and settled in as a married couple. They got their own tipi and planned to start a family.

Six months went by:

Nagi's head wound healed and the headaches were nearly gone, but he started to have disturbing dreams that woke him up in a cold sweat. Niya never realized that her husband was starting to remember. One dream seemed to happen more than others. It had an exotic looking woman in it with a strange headdress and skin the same color as Niya's. She had strange markings on her face like native tatoos and she was always smiling. In this dream, this woman was laying on a fur blanket nude and looking like she was ready to make love. This aroused him and usually woke him up sweating and feeling his body react. One night while Niya lay on top of him making love he called out a name:

"Ahsoka!"

Niya didn't hear or chose not too. He felt bad at calling this strange woman's name but deep down he knew that she was familiar to him. The whole next day he kept thinking about this Ahsoka and how aroused he had gotten dreaming about her. Indeed, his memory was starting to return...

Back at the native village over a hundred miles north of Nagi's position, the object of his infatuation, was picking berries near the river. Keeping busy helped keep her mind off her mating urges that she still felt but not as bad as before. She still eyed Zeb in a less than polite way and felt herself become aroused if the Lasat were shirtless or in a loincloth which he liked to wear when it was warm outside. Tirawa loved to see him in that state of undress. Ahsoka just walked away or busied herself in caring for Cody or taking the boy for a walk in the woods showing him the animals and plants.

This particular day, Ahsoka was by herself. Cody was back playing with his younger cousins Totonga and Ashla. The boy didn't mind being cared for by the rest of the GHOST family. She had wandered a distance from the village when a familiar scent came to her nostrils. She ducked behind a thick patch of bushes and saw Zeb crouched down washing up next to the river. The Lasat was naked and Ahsoka sucked her breath in seeing his bare backside. He stood up to put a towel around his waist his back still to her. Sweat began to form on the Togrutan's upper lip and her face as the mating urges kicked in. She used the Force to curb it and hide herself from Zeb whose nose was even more sensitive than hers and he would be able to smell the mating urges on her. It worked.

"Begadi-Zeb!" came Tirawa's voice from down a path. She was holding a basket full of berries and was covered in berry juices.

"Get enough berries for a pie?" Zeb asked taking the basket from her.

His answer came in a big kiss to his cheek. He returned it back and lifted her off her feet. The two began to laugh and Zeb sat her back down so she could wash up. Tirawa removed her native dress and bent down to clean up by the river. She stood up, got a mischevious look on her face, and pulled the towel off from around Zeb's waist. Ahsoka put her hand to her mouth to hide her gasp as she got a full frontal view of the Lasat's maleness. The urges overpowered her use of the Force and she fell to the ground where she curled up to hide the fact that she was aroused. She heard more laughter then the sounds of mating that made her curl up even more. She was glad when the two lovers got up, redressed and left the area.

Feeling ashamed, Ahsoka got up and to her horror, saw her native tunic and skirt were soaked in sweat, the sweat of mating. Beginning to cry, she walked down to the side of the river, stripped her wet clothes off and sat in the shallow part of the water washing the scent of sweat and more off her body. The crying grew worse and she didn't hear the person coming up the path.

It was a native woman named Keesha that had helped her and Cody before when she had her breakdown. She had also helped Ahsoka through the mating urges with kind words, a gentle touch and herbs to calm her. Ahsoka found herself strangely attracted to the woman who was both older and bigger than her. She knew her feelings were wrong according to the Togrutan people's beliefs, but she didn't care. Her hormones were way out of whack and if Keesha could help her she'd let her. Keesha's kind face and eyes calmed her and also the fact that the woman had an attractive body helped too. Ahsoka sometimes found herself staring at the woman's large bosom making her shiver with a feeling of desire. Keesha noticed her looks and smiled for she was different from the other women in the village. Oh, she liked being with the warriors who admired her for the size of her chest and had numerous intimate encounters, but she also liked the company of a female too. She had her eyes on Ahsoka for quite awhile. Now, the Togrutan woman was upset and crying needing her comfort.

"A-soka," Keesha said in her pleasant voice.

Ahsoka turned her head and saw Keesha standing nearby an expression of concern in her eyes and on her face. She noticed that the native woman was wearing a knee length animal skin dress that was open on the sides with only three beaded straps holding it closed. Her large breasts were pressing against the material making Ahsoka swallow hard and feel a little warm. Keesha bent down and put a hand on Ahsoka's bare shoulder. She closed her eyes at Keesha's touch but felt no revulsion. In fact her touch was...comforting and pleasant. Sitting up more, Ahsoka put her arms across her chest to cover up her nakedness from Keesha feeling more ashamed. The older woman didn't seem to care. She reached down to help Ahsoka to her feet and proceeded to help her get dressed. Ahsoka felt uncomfortable at first, but the feeling soon passed as she liked the tenderness that Keesha's touch provided.

"Come," Keesha said taking Ahsoka by the hand, "Go for a walk?"

"Uh...sure," Ahsoka answered a little uncomfortable at Keesha holding her hand, but the feeling soon passed. Holding her hand felt...natural.

Keesha lead her down a path that went farther into the woods and soon they arrived at an open area where a small pond was, with water as clear as crystal. The scent of berries and flowers gave the area a feel of comfort. Ahsoka closed her eyes and took a deep breath feeling the shame and doubt leave. Keesha, who had a small pack on her back, motioned Ahsoka to sit down next to a tall pine tree. Ahsoka watched as the older woman set her pack down on the ground and open it. Inside was a big furred blanket, jerky, fruit, and soap for washing and animal skins that served as towels for the natives. Keesha layed out the blanket and gestured to Ahsoka to come over and lay down to rest. Feeling fatigued, Ahsoka did just that. As she stretched out onto the blanket, she watched as Keesha went down to the lake to dampen a smaller animal skin towel.

"Keesha," Ahsoka said watching as the woman kneeled in front of her. She motioned to Ahsoka to sit up. She reached over to begin unlacing Ahsoka's tunic making her tense up.

"No...Keesha," she said seeing the seductive look in the woman's eyes and through the Force felt the emotion.

"Sichun," the native woman said showing the motion of washing to the younger Togrutan. The native word meant "clean".

"A-soka need sichun."

Ahsoka nodded her head and finished unlacing her tunic completely. Keesha moved closer and began to wash the Togrutan's neck, shoulders and upper chest. The native woman hummed a melody that was soothing to Ahsoka and she closed her eyes comforted by Keesha's lilting voice. She never reacted when Keesha pulled the tunic off leaving Ahsoka naked from the waist up. Keesha continued to wash Ahsoka's upper chest and then moved down to her breasts. Ahsoka sighed feeling a bit aroused at someone other than Rex touching her breasts. Keesha's touch was both soothing and seductive and she let out another sigh. Keesha smiled seeing how relaxed the Togrutan woman was getting and moved closer to her. She continued to wash Ahsoka's sweaty skin and then moved to her stomach. Ahsoka opened her eyes and saw how close Keesha was sitting to her and felt a bit uneasy but the woman's calming voice took that away.

"Keesha," she whispered her voice a bit shaky.

The native woman put a finger on the Togrutan's lips. She went back to washing the skin and then loosened the tie around the skirt. She lowered it and then pulled it down to expose Ahsoka's privates. Ahsoka swallowed hard feeling nervous but aroused at the same time. Her arousal grew as Keesha reached over to undo the beaded straps on the sides of her dress. The soft animal skin material fell away and her breasts were nearly uncovered. Ahsoka swallowed hard and for some reason she wanted to touch the side of the breast that was closest to her. She reached a tentative hand to Keesha's breast and the woman closed her eyes giving a sigh of seduction. Ahsoka smiled and didn't move back when Keesha leaned forward to kiss her on the cheek.

"Distachi," Keesha whispered and moved closer to Ahsoka, their faces no more than a few inches apart. Keesha took both hands and layed them on the sides of Ahsoka's face to give the Togrutan a tender kiss on the lips. Ahsoka's eyes widened but she didn't pull away. In fact she moved closer to deepen the kiss and saw that Keesha's breast had fallen free of her dress. That made Ahsoka's heartbeat quicken for she felt aroused too.

"Distachi," Keesha said again and now pressed her body against Ahsoka's. "Distachi" meant "kiss me".

"Okay," Ahsoka whispered and reached over to lower Keesha's dress the rest of the way off her shoulders her large breasts now exposed. The Togrutan's eyes widened and she pulled Keesha closer kissing her harder. The native woman sighed louder and pushed Ahsoka onto the blanket laying on top of her. Keesha began to kiss Ahsoka from her face down her shoulders, neck and then to each breast. Ahsoka let out a loud moan and felt sweat break out on her body. She kissed Keesha back on her face and then to the woman's breasts that were now covered in sweat and reacting to Ahsoka's touch.

"Smohalla...," Keesha moaned and held Ahsoka tighter, the kisses getting more passionate.

"Yes..." Ahsoka whispered as her body grew warmer and covered in sweat, "S...Smohalla!"

A few hours later, Ahsoka opened her eyes after falling asleep exhausted after her and Keesha's intimate encounter. She looked over to see Keesha asleep her big breasts moving up and down with the breaths of slumber. Ahsoka smiled and moved closer to snuggle up to the woman she had just did a mating ritual of sorts with. It had been strange but very pleasant and Ahsoka had to admit that she had enjoyed it. For the first time in weeks she felt...at ease and happy. She didn't care if anyone found out about her sexual exploits with Keesha. Someone had shone her love which she desperately needed.

"Keesha," she whispered to the slumbering woman, "We need to get back to the village."

Keesha opened her eyes that were such a beautiful shade of brown that they looked like the soil by the river. She reached a hand over to stroke Ahsoka's face and Ahsoka put a hand over Keesha's while closing her eyes.

"Thank you, Keesha," she said seeing the woman sit up the big breasts jiggling as she moved, "I feel alot better."

The smile that Keesha gave her was welcome enough. The woman got up and went down to wash up by the river. She motioned to Ahsoka to follow her.

The two women stood hip deep in the clear water and washed each other's backs. Ahsoka washed Keesha's hair and loved seeing the soap trickle down between those perfect breasts of hers. Ahsoka took a cloth and began to slowly wash Keesha's chest, breasts and stomach, the woman closing her eyes to the feel of the cloth and soap on her skin. She returned the favor for Ahsoka and the Togrutan sighed feeling Keesha's tender touch on her breasts and stomach. An arousal began in her body and she saw that Keesha felt the same way. They tossed the cloth and soap onto the shore and began kissing in earnest while they submerged themselves under the water where they continued their love-making until they needed to breathe.

An hour later, both dried off and dressed again, they began the walk back to the village and their families. For the first time in weeks, Ahsoka didn't dread being around the GHOST crew, Zeb in particular as she had wanted to mate with him. Keesha had cured the urges knowing that she could be around anyone now and not wanting to mate with them all the time. She began to laugh, the sound was music to Keesha's ears and the native woman knew she had found someone she could love...hopefully forever...