27 BBY

On the one hand, Mistress Shaak Ti was as good as her word and there was indeed a more erotic aspect to some parts of my training after the... clusterfuck we had to call a mission. Because seriously, what the hell disaster duo? That headache aside, the erotic training was on top of the other lessons, of which I had to maintain a suitable level of progress, for the simple reason that I was still her padawan and she had expectations of my academic success in addition to the many other skills she was hammering into my head.

For the simple reason that she took pride in her skill as a teacher (even if the fate of her previous two padawans had shaken that to a degree) and so she wanted to make sure that I was able to represent her teachings, even if she allowed me a considerable amount of self study as far as more esoteric force usage went. So long of course, as I did not tap into the dark side. THAT she would put a quick stop to, even if it was up to me to fully develop myself and my talents in the force.

As for what changed right away, well that was something funny and very much arousing, for all that it was almost mundane was the fact that I was to help clean Mistress Shaak Ti in the fresher. That and erotic massage and dance lessons were added to my plate along with my diet being slightly tweaked. The good side, I got to see more of Mistress Shaak Ti's friends, because she tapped them for my lessons in dance. Or, to be entirely more accurate, even if it took a little research, pole dancing adapted to a male body, strip dances and lap dances.

With of course, weekly shows to that friend group along with the demonstrations in my beautician training ("You chose to willingly serve a Mistress my Padawan, you will be properly educated in assisting with care routines.") along with the various styles of massage and dance, which of course is when there was an important question brought up by Knight Nu Rynarass. "So Master Ti, when are you going to make full use of your eager little padawan?"

That prompted a number of smirks and giggles, eyes looking over me in mild interest (I was just wearing a loincloth and some oil to make sure the fruits of my physical conditioning were on full display), even as Mistress Ti leaned back, lips quirking into a faint smile. "Soon enough. I do plan on having a traditional claiming party to which you will be invited," now, eyebrows were wiggling even as those eyes were even more appraising, "as I am now more certain of his commitment. Of course..." Her tone did not change, even as things shifted ever so slightly, as if she was seated on a throne before her court. "My padawan is still denied the use of his personal saber until he is a knight."

Her eyes looked over them, and their heads inclined in acknowledgement. "You will of course, not make use of it on his behalf either." A touch of fang was appearing in her soft and barely there smirk. "After all, I must be sure that he has the will and resolve to follow through with his commitments."

There is an interesting thing about Togruta females that sort of underscores that they are not really human. Its not something that comes up that often and in fact is barely used any more in day to day life as far as I could tell. Rather, the Togruta used to be matriarchal and had something similar to... well, females could extend their clits to be a pseudo-penis that was not very good for reproduction, WAS effectively a penis in many ways, up to and including a discharge of sexual fluids after enough stimulation. And of course, when they lived as pack hunters, they used them to enforce dominance and pecking order among the pack.

And here I was, having gifted myself to Mistress Shaak Ti, naked and on my knees, ass lubed up, the chair in front of me currently empty, as the leader of the pack, as my owner, got ready to mount me from behind. A semi circle of others surrounded us, twenty in all for this little party. The togruta among them of course had their clits out, amused smiles on their faces even as those women who did not have natural ones had strap-on's. Because this was a traditional claiming party, which meant, as my ass was split open, as she lowered herself into me, lips and teeth on my neck, leaving faint marks, that things were meant to go a certain way.

Or rather, as she took me, as I relaxed my muscles to allow her entry, it was not just running a train on me to pop my anal cherry. No, it was simple. First, Mistress Shaak Ti was going to fuck my ass, before moving to sit in the chair, her clit in my mouth as I suckled and nursed from it, as she determined the order that they would get to fuck my ass. And of course, Shaak Ti was well within her rights to take my ass again at her pleasure, or invite others back for another round.

Because as I shivered as her hips moved and she fucked me, as I breathed in and kept my dick from reacting as she instructed, I had no room to complain, as I had quite literally asked for this.

23 BBY

There were some ups and downs to Mistress Shaak Ti being on the high council, as it drew her back to the temple more and more in place of our training trips to various worlds. On the other hand, a lot of what we had been doing over the last year or so was creating caches of supplies and the ability to quickly make some hidden bases and way stations. Likely not anywhere near what the Sentinels or Shadows had, though the Sentinels had largely been absorbed into the Guardians and Consular branches over the last fifty years. And the shadows of course, did not actually exist in the modern republic.

That and for all that she trained me in combat skills as well as stealth, evasion and a host of not quite illegal activities in an effort to spot them and be prepared against criminal elements, Mistress Ti was a member of the Council of Reconciliation. Effectively, she valued diplomacy and cooperation over violence. Despite driving it home to me that sometimes violence was needed when talks failed.

Which is likely why she was more amused than anything else in the force as she tapped her foot as she loomed over me as I stood next to a throne made of scrap, the 'not really a warlord' I had been backing and his court watching with awe and laughter as she dressed me down. I mean hey, she wanted me to venture into the lower levels of the city to see what was going on and left my mission goals open ended, which is why I had been helping!

And I was pretty sure the force was laughing as well, as we had been working on cleaning up and repairing much of the territory down here. All without using violence against (technical) citizens of the Republic, just words and examples! And maybe a few force powered air and water scrubbers and some green houses along with some medical assistance... yeah, I had done a lot more than just observe and make contacts, given my position as court wizard.

Though I think being dragged off by my ear as I was lectured (with the court being given the temples comm code so I could assist them in the future), was something of a resignation.

Anakin Skywalker (22 BBY)

He shook, as he looked at his mother, broken and bleeding, even as something inside of him strove... and he reached for it, grabbing it and pressing it to his mothers forehead. The crystal sparked, pure living force rushing into her as Shimi Skywalker gasped, eyes opening in wonder as the worst of her injuries healed. "Ani, what..."

He laughed and cried, as he held her, as he got up and started to run. A part of him wanted to rage and kill and make sure there was no more threat to his family. That was a stupid part, because his mother was still alive thanks to that healing crystal thing Matt made for him and Obi-Wan ("Remember, its single use, just press it and poke with the force and it triggers a burst of healing. And yes, you are in fact the testing dummies for them because you attract trouble like a magnet attracts iron. While it won't fix dead or regrow limbs, it should keep you too alive to drag to proper medical treatment."), and while the younger boy said it was because it was a sure thing that they would be in a position to have them used and tested...

Matt was a gruff and prickly friend who did those little things and would deny it otherwise. And as he got back to the Larrs farm, his mother safe and alive... he owed his friend a debt that he could not repay. Not least because he had the feeling he would have done something terrible otherwise, something that sickened him to his stomach, because the acid stench of possibilities, like corpse tar, lingered in his nose as something howled in fire and hate.

Shaak Ti (Battle of Genosis)

Things were looking somewhat grim at the moment, as they were forced into a smaller and smaller circle inside of the arena. Yes, her padawan was managing to blunt the impact of the blasters, extending something that massively dissipated the heat from the bolts, but for the most part that did not reduce the concussive aspects of each shot. Though being stung was very much preferable to getting killed, even as said padawan was tinkering with a collection of crystals and wires.

Which is when the light... changed. Shifted. So hot it was cold, utterly devoid of anything like mercy, compassion or life, even that which could be found inside of droids. It was harsh, it was cutting, it was utterly indifferent even it ran on principles of Order and Law. Equations and Gears that underlaid reality, seeming to be like hyperspace but not, fractured into existence, into awareness above them. Something came through a breach. Her senses told her it was a being of LIGHT, but it was so cold. So unfeeling that she wanted to shy away from it.

BE NOT AFRAID, YE MOSTLY INNOCENT. YE GUITLY?

The thing, which seemed to be bands of gears, eyes made of logical proofs, all of it rotating in place as wings more real than anything around anchored it in place despite not touching the body. And then lasers came from the eyes, sparks flying from the droids and over the swarming Geonosians as they fell to the ground. Alive from what she could tell, but locked into place, even as Dooku was trying to defend himself from beams of pure light.

BE VERY MUCH AFRAID!

She looked at her padawan, and his response would determine the punishments she would be giving him, or if they would be actually be rewards in the form of punishments. "Matt, what did you do now?"

Still, he nodded, one eye on the entity floating above them. "Ah, so you know how there are dark side force entities and how some Sith sorcerers can summon them?" She could feel the headache forming as several other masters were looking at them with unimpressed looks. "Well, there is a Light Side force entity, and one willing to listen to a politely worded request, so I'm pretty sure we are not going to die horribly."

There was a brief pause, before Skywalker spoke, slowly. "Matt, why would we be in danger from a..." Pillars of salt and flame erupted as the thing floated off, chasing Dooku as it bellowed about corruption and cleansing. "Well, light side thingy?"

That was a very good question, as she started to slowly tap her foot. "Well, what it views as light and innocent may not line up entirely with ours. As it lacks any emotions or mercy and merely has the pure will of the light side, well..." He grimaced. "You know how you can feel emotions, yay, by its view we have barely acceptable levels of dark side corruption. Extremes are dangerous, particularly as that is an aspect of purity and cleansing, not something more moderate."

Yes, she was going to need to ask, at length, how exactly her padawan knew this. And no, lost texts and ancient books would not cut it this time.