Two figures circled one another in a dimly-lit room, faces awash with the light of the glowing lengths of the pair's practice lightsabers. Every movement was precise as they moved around each other; anyone who stumbled into the chamber would recognize a true warrior facing another, even if one was quite young. The jedi and padawan were training in one of the many rooms that made up the grand halls of the Jedi Order; they'd been practicing for around an hour or so within a glowing combat circle, the smooth obsidian floor soundless under their feet. They were the only people in the room.
The padawan, Ahsoka, was a short girl, her body well-honed and laced with muscles. She had orange-tinged, lovely brown skin; intricate markings crept across her face, namely her cheeks and forehead. Where hair would've been on a human being, she instead had white-and-blue tentacle growths dangling along each side of her angular, adorable face. These were called lekku, the growth on her head montrals; they were hyper-sensitive organs that various alien species had. Ahsoka was a Togruta, and her lack of hair/tentacles and vivid markings were not the only "physical differences" between her body and the anatomical blueprint more common across the galaxy in females.
Young Ahsoka's sky-blue eyes were huge, bright and expressive beneath a furrowed brow, and her dark skin was soaked with sweat from the efforts of sparring, but despite her exertion she moved swiftly - with a subtle, dancer's grace - from foot to foot, avoiding or deflecting every blow sent her way.
"You're impressive. I truly wish my padawan was even half as worthy," the jedi across from her confessed in a molten, teasing tone, her dark eyes twinkling. She was a fully-fledged Jedi Knight - and a damn good one if you were to ask her; she was known as Lora Wendel, one of the best padawan trainers in the Order because she didn't pick favorites or go easy on anyone… except in this case. She was a very tall, curvy woman, with pink, almost radish-coloured skin; her hair was cut in a bob-style that terminated just below her ear. She was as alluring as she was skilled.
The Jedi had fast become attached to this particular student, even if the girl wasn't her own padawan - not just because Ahsoka was an impressive warrior, though. She'd heard rumors about the Togruta lately, and as surreptitiously lascivious as she was, Lora Wendel was very curious to see if they were true. That was why she'd arranged for Anakin Skywalker's padawan to be her training partner today, and secured privacy in this room, too. Nobody would be walking in.
"If I was your padawan, I wouldn't be half as worthy as I am," Ahsoka replied, grinning. The cocky little brat! Lora's eyes narrowed, and she closed the distance, swinging fiercely, swiftly, using her true strength and speed, and this time Ahsoka stumbled a little getting away.
"You're still a kid," Lora growled, "don't get too confident."
"I'm still going to win," Ahsoka said smugly. Lora smirked. She knew exactly how to win against this little brat, if the rumors were true.
Time to find out. The master reached down, and with a few quick motions, completely removed her Jedi tunic, tossing it aside. Ahsoka stared at her oddly, and then her expression shifted when she noticed Lora begin to remove the cloth securing her impressive bust as well. Still smiling, eyes twinkling with impish glee, Lora was soon bare-chested, her impressive tits staring Ahsoka in the face. When she swung next, her breasts bounced, and just as she'd expected Ahsoka hesitated, was embarrassed, her face flushed.
"W-Why did you do that? P-Put your clothes back on, Master Wendel!"
"A Jedi should take every advantage they can get, within limit," Lora countered, giggling when Ahsoka stumbled again during her next block. "You should be taking advantage of my vulnerability now, padawan."
On top of just her breasts being on display, Lora's latent abilities as a Zeltron were soon put to full use. Pheromones spilled forth from the woman's beautiful, elegant frame, soaking into the little padawan and making her not so little where it counted: the rumors about Togruta girls proved itself true in the form of a big, hard thing that reared its head under Ahsoka's skirt.
As the sparring went on, blow after blow being exchanged, evaded, or blocked, Ahsoka just grew more and more flustered. She'd never seen a naked woman's chest move in such a way, it was incredibly erotic - and Lora Wendel had a nice pair. Her lovely red skin, her firm nipples, stole the padawan's attention above all. So it was no surprise when Lora soon took her out completely, the training lightsaber slamming into Ahsoka's with so much force that the girl, distracted, could not hold her stance. Her posture broke, and her lightsaber went flying from her hand.
She fell backwards, gasping. Worse still, the fall sent her skirt up and out of the way. The girl lay there on the ground, breathing heavily, entirely exposed to the victor. Lora's eyes widened as she took in the outline of the immense bulge through Ahsoka's smallclothes. She grinned a little. "No way. So the rumors are true; Togruta girls really have a phallic organ. I was curious."
Ahsoka gasped in horror. Apparently she hadn't realized how turned on she was. She threw her hands over her crotch, but Lora clicked her tongue.
"Uh uh. No hiding. Maybe if you weren't so smug, or if you didn't lose, I'd let you scurry away to hide your shame… but I think as punishment I want to see your pathetic little Togruta dick."
The padawan stared back in horror. "Y-you can't make me do that! That would be-"
"I could always tell Anakin that you've been slacking in your training and were easily defeated by me, and all because you gave into such base urges. Where's your balance, padawan? Your master will be so ashamed. Well, would you rather that happen?"
"I-I…" Ahsoka's face fell. "That isn't… W-Why do you want to see it?"
"Togruta are the only females in the galaxy to grow cocks like males. I've heard they're capable of breeding with pretty much anyone, male or female. Is that true? Either way, I'm curious what such a formidable piece of equipment must look like, being able to impregnate so many different types of species."
"I… yes, Master…," The displeasure was written all over Ahsoka's face, mingling with mortification at having to do such a thing. But she didn't want to disgrace her own master. Slowly, Ahsoka removed her skirt, pushing it down to mid-thigh. Her cock sprang out with a lot of energy, and immediately, Lora's happy, smug expression faded, and transformed into one of pure disgust.
"W-What the fuck?!" She burst into shocked laughter. "What is that thing? It looks like a separate entity unto itself! Can't believe such a cute girl has a nasty thing like that."
Perhaps it was disgusting. Ahsoka wasn't sure how other species felt about Togruta anatomy. It was very long, and as thick as a lightsaber's hilt. Equine-shaped, it had various feelers and tendrils traveling alongside its veiny length which drifted this way and that like fingers, wiggling in the air. Specifically, they were pointed in Lora's direction, as if sensing the female's presence. Throbbing, twitching, the monstrous alien cock clearly craved a wet, snug nest.
"I can't believe anybody would willingly stick that in them. Put it away, I've seen enough."
Ahsoka didn't know how to feel. One moment the older female Jedi had seemed to be intensely into the idea of taking advantage of her, but now she was just disgusted. Ahsoka's stomach twisted, she felt as disgusting as her dick supposedly was, a part of herself that she had always been shy about.
Their training was done. It seemed Master Wendel had nothing left she wanted to say, or do. She sent Ahsoka off with advice to train on her defense and blocking technique, and somehow that dismissal hurt worse than her failure. Did she really think Ahsoka's body part was nasty? It seemed so.
It was a common opinion. One that Ahsoka was starting to agree with.
A few rotations later, Anakin revealed that they, along with Padme Amidala, had been selected for a critical mission to a remote world in the Outer Rim. Allegedly, the Galactic Republic had received a transmission indicating the planet, known as Carris, sought admission into the Senate. The message specifically requested Amidala as an envoy. Carris, according to Republic archives, was once a stronghold for slavers deep within Hutt space. However, a group of freedom fighters had apparently wrested control of the planet, and were now striving to establish a free society. The last Republic visit to Carris was nearly a decade prior.
Ashoka found herself anxious about the trip. Her past few interactions with Padme had been very awkward, and for some reason it always annoyed her when she noticed her master and the senator flirting with each other - it almost felt like anger, though she'd never voiced these dark feelings to either Anakin or Padme. Yes, she knew that technically speaking, she and the senator didn't really need to talk; all they needed to do was be civil with one another, tolerate each other's presence. Yet she couldn't help being concerned.
Especially because she was pretty sure she'd noticed disgust in Padme's eyes when the human woman looked at her, the very same disgust as Master Lora. She thought of Togruta women the same way most people in the galaxy did: that they were aberrations, disgusting creatures with anatomy they found abhorrent. At least, Ahsoka assumed so. The senator had never said anything like that to her, of course, but she caught her staring at her on several occasions - specifically at the hem of her skirt, as if expecting her monstrous appendage to spring out at her anytime.
So either she found her disgusting, or….
Ahsoka shook her head as she dismissed that unlikely possibility from her mind, still waiting for the ship to dock so they could board. There was no way the proud, regal senator wanted anything to do with her beyond friendship. Even that much seemed out of the question. Though she could be useful as a Jedi one day, it wasn't in the cards for her to bed a woman so fair - even if she weren't already romantically linked to her own Jedi master. Worse still, she loathed that she even cared what Padme thought of her.
Why? Simply because her master cared about Padme? Or was she so fixated on the senator's reaction for another reason?
Ahsoka's gaze drifted to said human being; Padme really was beautiful. Anakin's lover was very conventionally attractive. Humans were one of the more popular groups across the galaxy, considered by most to be the pinnacle of beauty with their diverse array of skin tones and soft hair, but even amongst them, Amidala was exceptional. She had a perfectly sculpted nose and gentle jawline, yet her lips were as proud-set as they were pillowy and inviting. And above them, the prettiest eyes Ahsoka had ever seen; no wonder Skyguy got lost in them. Those deep brown orbs were nigh irresistible, and that was just physical appearance. Padme was amazing in pretty much every way; kind, intelligent, she had a way with words, and was probably the greatest mediator Ahsoka had ever met. She even managed to calm down her temperamental mentor, and somehow, even though she was shorter than Anakin, Padme seemed to tower over everyone in the room. It was her bearing, the intensity of her gaze, and the legacy of her accomplishments that made her such a formidable woman.
Nevermind that her body was trim with flawless curves, soft but with an undercurrent of muscle that she couldn't deny would feel fantastic beneath her palms…
Her thoughts drifted to their last interaction. It hadn't been pleasant; that mission had been rather action-packed, and she, Anakin, and Ahsoka ended up crawling through some tunnels to escape droid fire. Despite the danger… Ahsoka had found herself staring at the round, perfect posterior of the senator, stuck directly behind her with nothing else to distract her lecherous eyes. Padme had such a shapely ass that the slight jiggle had been damn-near irresistible, and at one point the human stopped abruptly, and Ahsoka's face had ended up right up against the inviting cheeks.
"Sorry Ahsoka," the senator had called back, and glanced over her shoulder. Their eyes had locked… and in that moment, Ahsoka knew that Padme knew about everything she felt. That between Ahsoka's legs, she was having a very inappropriate reaction. She'd stammered an apology of her own, barely coherent… and after that mission, they hadn't seen each other again for a few cycles.
That same rear was beckoning to her now. Padme was wearing her signature white outfit, the cape thrown over her shoulders, but at the moment she had one hand pressed to her hip, causing the thick, wool-like garment to drift, and so offering a delicious display. When Padme's body was in question, Ahsoka's mind seemed to drift into a trance-like state… right now her brain was alternating between three images. The memory of the tunnels, the sight before her right now, and Padme's beautiful face. Perhaps it was because of the incident with Master Lora, but her body seemed far more "awake" than usual. Even now, she felt the telltale tingle down south beginning to brew.
A tingle made worse when Padme started to walk up the ramp that led to their starship. That round, perfect-
"Ahsoka, what is your problem? Come on, we don't have all day."
The padawan snapped out of her daydream to see Anakin staring at her from the bottom of the gangplank, seemingly wondering what was wrong with her. How embarrassing - she had been so consumed by her preoccupation that she lost herself in thought. So much for a well-disciplined Jedi mind.
"I… nothing. That is, I'm ready to be underway when you are."
"Alright. But let me know if there's something bothering you, alright? We've been ready and waiting for you to snap out of your little daze. You've been acting odd lately…."
"Odd?" Ahsoka squeaked, shaking her head vigorously. Padme was turning to look at her now too. Everything was made worse when that sensual, dark gaze locked onto her. Ahsoka's insides felt like they were melting, her heart racing in her chest. She hurriedly averted her eyes, focused on Anakin. "I-I'm fine!"
"If you say so. Let's go." He turned and walked up the gangplank, no longer waiting for her to go first. She followed him immediately, already feeling like a failure.
Soon they were underway, slipping through hyperspace toward their destination. Ahsoka did her best to avoid either of them, but the ship wasn't all that big. It was designed for maneuverability, Anakin's favorite type of ship, which meant there was limited communal space. As such, with Anakin focused on piloting, it was hard for Padme and Ahsoka not to run into each other.
The padawan kept her eyes down, her thoughts buried away, and her mind as focused as possible. Perhaps that was why she was so distracted that she didn't see Senator Amidala passing through the same hallway as her, coming from the direction of the cockpit. She was startled when she walked into the older woman, just short enough that she got the perfect faceful of white-clad breasts.
Startled, Ahsoka practically threw herself about six feet backwards, raising her hands and gasping shrilly, "SORRY! I'M SORRY!" She immediately shifted them over her crotch, and groaned in agony as she felt the tell-tale squirm beneath her fingers. She stared at the ground, unable to meet Padme's eyes, especially now.
"Well… I guess I can forgive you if you tell me what you think," Padme said playfully, tucking some of her silken brown hair behind one ear.
"W-what I think?"
"Yes. Of my breasts, of course. By the way you leaped away from me you'd think they were the most uncomfortable, ugly things you'd ever come in contact with."
"N-No! That's not what I meant by that! I-I just…."
"I'm playing with you, Ahsoka. Just wanted to try to make you smile. Your head's been in the clouds since before we even departed; I'm worried about you."
That lovely smile, those cocoa-brown eyes were doing something fucked up to her head! Ahsoka wanted to slap herself. Her heart had no right to race the way it did hearing such tenderness. She clenched her fists in an attempt to focus. "Unlike me, every part of you is perfect, Padme. Forgive me, I-I'll try to get it together."
Without another word, she began to walk off, desperate to get some alone time so she could "take care" of the problem between her legs. Unfortunately, the universe would grant her no such wish.
"Hey. What was that just now? Did I hear you say 'unlike me' as if you're not the most adorable little thing in the galaxy?"
Ahsoka froze. "A little thing with very ugly aspects," she muttered, trying to free herself and walk off. "You wouldn't understand."
Padme didn't say anything for a second, then, "Ahsoka… Get back here, please. Don't just walk away from me." When Ahsoka didn't halt, she said, more firmly this time, "Ahsoka. Come here."
The Togruta reluctantly trudged over to the senator, her face downcast.
"Look at me."
"..."
"Ahsoka!"
Their eyes met, and Ahsoka shivered, violently, when she saw the intense dark gaze peering back at her. This was both her loveliest daydream and her worst nightmare all at once. How was she supposed to survive the next few minutes - especially when a certain situation was already raging out of control?
"Why did you talk about yourself that way? Every part of you is perfect. Because we're all born perfect, so long as we choose to do the right things by each other… and you're a very earnest, admirable young woman." Padme reached over when Ahsoka's gaze started to drift to her shoes again, gently pressing under the girl's chin and lifting it upward. "I, for one, think you're beautiful, every part of you."
The warmth from her tender hand did things….
"That's because you haven't seen every part. Please, I-I don't deserve to be comforted. I'm Bantha fodder, Senator. A horrible padawan… and a worse friend." Because a real friend, a real student of the Jedi way, would never develop feelings for her master's lover.
"Alright, Ahsoka… come with me. Let's talk about this in private; I don't think we need Anakin or R2 listening in on our girl talk."
Padme put a gentle arm around Ahsoka's slim shoulders, and guided the young girl back to her quarters. The doors opened with an audible fwish, and the pair stepped inside, Ahsoka visibly reluctant. Still, she had no legitimate excuse to run off and avoid being trapped in a bedroom with her ill-advised crush.
'This is a nightmare,' she screamed at herself mentally as she backed toward the nearest wall, still holding her hands over her skirt in an attempt to keep her urges at bay. For the time being, she was able to use her breathing techniques to keep from going fully erect, but only barely. 'Just focus on answering her questions. The sooner you do that, the sooner you can escape to your own bunk. Or maybe the latrine.'
Then, Padme sat down on the bed, and said quite confidently, "Now, let's skip all the nonsense. This is about your togruta phallus, right? Well, let's see it. I'll be the judge of your 'ugly parts.'"