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Ahsoka and the Living Force	By : newenglandee Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 25996 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ahsoka nervously bit her white-lipsticked lips, strolling across the finely polished floors of the temple as she made her way towards the chair where her friend was sitting. The orangish/red-skinned young woman with white facial pigment markings dancing over her forehead walked towards the woman in the chair, glancing left and right, her friend glancing up. The first thing that Barriss said as she looked Ahsoka over was…

“So those “montrals” on your head. They’re...do they wiggle?” She asked. “I always wanted to know.”

Ahsoka sighed. “No, they’re hollow, like big ol’ cone horns. And they don’t wiggle. Well...they’re not SUPPOSED to.” She confessed.

Barriss Offee chuckled. Her skin had a faint hue to it, and her lips were dark black and luscious, with markings of circles stretched across the bridge of her nose and under her eyes, with a deep purplish hooded robe and even darker purple attire to match as she picked up her diary and gave it to Ahsoka as she looked over the contents.

“All of that are examples of Jedi being assigned to planets and colonies and moons to deal with Separatists. All primarily based on Chancellor Palpatine’s suggestions or the like. We’re now far, far too eager to enforce the Republic’s reign at the barrel of a gun, or...well, the point of a lightsaber. We’ve lost our way. We’re becoming the villains in this conflict.” Barriss insisted.

“We’re not the ones who started this, the Separatists are. They could have gone about this without firing a shot, but they chose to put up things like blockades, or attack planets for resources to sustain themselves.” Ahsoka protested, shaking her head back and forth.

“But they’re not Jedi. We have to hold ourselves to a much higher standing. I don’t know where the saying came from, but as it goes...with great power must come great responsibility. And besides, frankly…” Barriss hesitated. “...Palpatine gives me the creeps. He makes my skin crawl.”

Ahsoka rubbed her chin… and nodded. “Alright. How about we go to Master Yoda and talk to him about this? He’s the most reasonable of them.” She offered, Barriss smiling warmly and standing up, heading down the hall past rows and rows of paintings displaying famous Jedi battles, the clash of lightsabers sizzling between frames. Yoda had been waiting in his room, tending to a little bonsai tree and had been all too happy to hear them out. And more importantly, beyond simply hearing them out, he’d really LISTENED to them.

He agreed that from now on, the Jedi would do far less missions for Palpatine, and would have to majority vote on whether to take violent action of any kind. This led to less Jedi-led missions as they focused instead of civilian missions, tending to healing the sick and wounded, diplomacy, and simply being among the people, encouraging others to stay in the Republic and to encourage others to do the same.

And this new adjustment to how the Jedi worked had led Anakin to confess something he’d been worried about.

“You’re not...upset?” Anakin asked Master Yoda as Yoda glanced from him to Obi-Wan and smiled.

“No, I am not. For your own master had one he deeply loved as well.” He confessed. “Controlling your emotions is quite necessary for we Jedi. But beware we must, that we not utterly discard them. For in doing so, we give in to new levels of despair. You may bring Padme here to the temple. Talk, we shall.”

Ahsoka hadn’t seen Anakin smile that much in a long, long time. And the new trust he’d begun to develop in his fellow Jedi after seeing them loosening their rules on romance had ensured he’d not go down a dark path. Indeed, a year after little Luke and Leia had been born, Ahsoka always insisted that having Anakin take Padme to the temple had probably saved his life. It’d certainly allowed him to fight Darth Sidious alongside Obi Wan just two months earlier, when the monstrous Palpatine’s true nature had been revealed.

Things now seemed truly peaceful, and Ahsoka was a full Jedi Knight...in a full, happy relationship with Barriss. Time together had allowed them to grow closer, and she was now sneaking up on her across the wooden floor of their apartment, tiptoeing carefully towards the shower.

“Guess who?” Ahsoka laughed, putting her hands over Barriss’s eyes as she let out a yelp, then gave a giggle as she turned around, turning the shower off.

“Ashoka!” She laughed. “Come now.” The young woman remarked as the water slowly drizzled down her slender frame, dripping to the floor below. She held out a hand, a towel being hovered towards her as she sauntered out of the glass frame of the shower and wrapped the towel around herself as they made their way to their apartment’s bedroom. It was rather messy, white comforters slightly draped off the side of the bed, the walls a nice beige color with two bookcases loaded up with various stories on the Jedi...and a few romance novels, naturally.

Out on the balcony just outside their bedroom, sprawling like a tiger in the sun, their pet Nexu was snoozing away. It was a feline alien with quills running down its back to a certain degree, deep red eyes, about three feet long and one and a half foot tall. It had sharp black claws upon its paws, wickedly curved, and a tail that split off into two little “whips” of sorts as its faintly striped body lounged about under the rays of the sun. Barriss walked over to it and it lifted its head up, seeing her there and it smiled happily, trotting through and heading into the room. As Barriss and Ahsoka sat on the bed, it nuzzled up to them and Barriss chuckled.

“What a good boy.” She giggled. “Fang’s always so happy to see us.”

“Cuz we spoil him rotten.” Ahsoka confessed. “And he keeps trying to bat at my horns. I’m sure he thinks they wiggle.”

“Listen, I left a book back at the library, and I forgot to bring it here. Can you go get it? I promised Master Yoda I’d meet him to discuss rehabilitation techniques.”

Ahsoka cheerily nodded. “Absolutely.” She offered, giving a nod as she made her way out of the apartment door. “So, pasta tonight?”

“Lovely!”

And so, Ahsoka once again found herself strutting across the floor of the Jedi Archives, seeing Barriss had indeed left behind a book on the table, an old text with ornate and curvy designs of gold on the front that she picked up to hold in her hands. She tilted her head to the side, intrigued.

“The Living Force and You”. She read aloud as she heard Anakin call out softly. “Shhhh. We’re in a library!” She giggled, finger to her mouth as he approached her, smiling cheerily as he held little Luke in one arm, the tyke’s adorable little fingers wrapped around a toy Lightsaber, swishing it about.

“Ahhh, “The Living Force and You”. I’ve read a few chapters, it’s an intriguing approach to the Force Connection Technique.”

“Force Connection Technique?”

“Here.” He held up his free hand, calmly flicking his fingers before closing his eyes, taking in a careful, deep breath as Ahsoka felt a surge of Force might waft out from him like a nice breeze. A soft whistle hummed through the air and suddenly Ahsoka gasped, seeing a pink-feathered, small beaked bird fly from outside a nearby window and onto his fingers. Anakin opened his eyes, a soft new hue to them as the bird nodded in perfect unison with him, and opened its mouth in utter sync.

“You see?”

“Oh woooowwww…” Ahsoka whispered as Anakin nodded again.

“It and I are connected. I see through its eyes, feel what it feels. Obi Wan does it as well.” Anakin confessed. “If you DO attempt the technique, start small. It’s not a smart idea to test it out on more larger or predatory animals. Their desires can override yours.” Anakin grinned sheepishly. “One time I tried it on an Acklay. THAT was an uncomfortable experience. I had no idea they were such horny little beasts.”

“Hohnee beets”.” Luke gurgled out as Anakin chuckled and rubbed over the top of his son’s head, walking off as Ahsoka picked up the book and looked it over, eyes glimmering. Hmmmmmm…

Soon, Ahsoka had brought the book back to her apartment, sitting down on her bed, turning over the pages. It showed off lovely designs of different beings testing out the technique. Evidently Ahsoka had to move her fingers in a specific fashion, focusing out on the animal she wanted to connect to, focus on the Force and then...THWOOMP. She’d connect. And why not on Fang? They’d saved the little one during the war when it was but a kitten, a ball of fluff scrounging in a dumpster not far from Genosha’s capital. He’d be perfect for this!

Ahsoka began practicing, forming her fingers in the right way, twisting her hand a bit before flicking the fingers, taking in deep, careful, firm breaths. “I am one with the Force. The Force is with Me.” She whispered to herself, bowing her head. “I am one with the Force, the Force is with Me.”

Then, at last, she decided she was ready. She turned to the balcony, where Fang laid, still snoozing away under the sun. His body rose and fall with every snooze and she focused, flicking her fingers, taking in a deep breath, connecting through the Living Force...and zooming in on her pet Nexu.

The good news was she connected. Quite firmly! The bad news was that this version of the Force Connection Technique was far more...potent. More wild. Less REFINED. It allowed too much of the creature you connected with to influence you...and allowed those who used it to be bred by whatever animal they bonded with. And now…

Now Ahsoka could feel Fang’s influence upon her. She moaned, flopping onto the bed as Fang rose up, realizing he could feel Ahsoka deep inside its mind, their thoughts now open to each other, and his innermost desires were bubbling up to the surface. It happily purred as it trotted over to Ahsoka on the bed, hopping up, its shaft beginning to bulge out, emerging from its underside, throbbing and faintly rubbed as it cheerily looked down at her.

Ahsoka felt Fang’s influence bathing into her, and a desire to breed. She began removing her pants, slipping them off to the side, and they flopped to the ground below as she inched forward and took the shaft into her mouth, wanting to make her new “mate” happy. Her tongue bathed over the ribbed shaft, tickling it softly with careful licks before beginning to fully take it into her mouth. She began calmly sucking Fang off, the nexu moaning as precum began building up within her mouth…

Soon, that was turning to real cum, sweet and salty and powerful, and happily beging guzzled down as she felt Fang rest his clawed paws upon her shoulders. He began pumping in as well, seed flowing freely down her mouth as she guzzled it all down, cool to the touch as she gasped, Fang letting go before she turned around...presenting her rear.

“Breed! Make pups!” Fang’s voice happily crooned in her mind. It yearned to make love to her, and she felt his body weighing on her back as it got to work, cheerily beginning to thrust, his shaft throbbing powerfully in her anal passage. It pulsed and throbbed as it slid in and out, in and out, Ahsoka’s moans drifting through the air. She closed her eyes, feeling Fang happily mounting her, pumping in and out of her behind.

In and out. In and out. Smooth and firm and powerful. Fang’s joy reverberated in her mind, the Living Force overwhelming her as Ahsoka gasped, some drool sliding out of her mouth as the Nexu kept powerfully thrusting. Fang began to moan even more loudly than Ahsoka, and soon began to howl, and seed began to billow forth, into her waiting rear. She felt herself being filled by potent, cool seed...yet even then, Fang wanted more.

“Make pups! Mistress mate! Mistress will make pups!” Fang’s voice proclaimed as it aimed its ribbed cock firmly at Ahsoka’s vaginal passage and it slid it now smoothly inside. Fang lipped his licks, purring and murring, desiring only to breed her, and fill her with his cubs. His rolling thrusts got more and more powerful and mighty, soon all of his shaft was fully being pumped into her womb, into her cervix, seed now beginning to flow in earnest.

Ahsoka deeply moaned, mouth wide open, the raw erotic pleasure overwhelming her, feeling his heavy balls slapping against her, his huge member driving past her cervix, powerful and potent, making her belly bulge out distinctly with the indentation of the nexu cock. Sweat dripped down her orange/red skin, almost pooling around her like the cum pooling in her rear. Her womb was happily welcoming each thrust, and Fang showed no signs of stopping as cum began to powerfully begin to pump inside. The nexu groaned in gleeful delight, as heavy, thick, powerful cum began to burst forth into her waiting womb.

It was absolute bliss as Ahsoka was being powerfully pumped away into her, all desires now belonging to Fang as the Nexu kept pumping away into her, paws firmly gripping her shoulders as his hips spastically jerked. He kept pumping away, more and more gushing forth, flooding her womb, desiring only to breed her...and breed her he was. That was the power of the pure, ancient Force Connection Technique. His balls throbbed as they kept pushing against her, more seed flowing forth into her waiting womb, her belly beginning to expand outward as it was filled up, sweat and cum pouring down onto the bed below from their combined breeding.

Soon, at last, it was done, and Fang let go. “Mistress mate! Make many cubs!” Fang’s voice happily intoned as it nuzzled up against her, Ahsoka flopping to the bed, sighing, rubbing over her slightly swollen belly as her mind began to return to her and she gaped slightly in amazement. Oh MY. Was she actually genuinely pregnant, she wondered aloud, rubbing over her sweat-covered, slippery, cum-filled womb. This was a strange new world...and an exciting one too. She wondered if other animals could be connected to this way…

But the sex had completely overwhelmed her. She just felt so tired, so wiped, and she felt sleep grip her tightly as she flopped down into her bed, and began to snore…

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...Ahsoka let out a yawn, slowly rising up, stretching her arms and rubbing her eyes, getting the sleep out of her sockets as she glanced about. Her clothes felt hot and sticky as they clung to her, wearing barely anything but her skirt-esque shirt, her belly now quite round as she moaned and rubbed her head. She felt so heavy...why did she feel so very heavy?

She tried to swing out of bed, amazed at how HUGE she felt, her big belly almost knocking her off balance, and she barely fit into her clothes! She sauntered over to the nearby mirror, cringing as she peeled off her shirt, struggling as best she could before finally tossing it away, Fang sauntering over to her. She rubbed over her big, swollen stomach, eyes wide as she realized just how HEAVY her stomach, realizing…

“Oh boy.” She intoned, looking down at Fang. “...I think we’re gonna be in big trouble.” She confessed to him. “I might actually be pregnant.” She murmured softly, a deep blush coming to her face as she covered her face with one hand. “Oh, oh, OHHHH.” Ahsoka groaned out, Fang looking up confusedly at her.

“What am I gonna tell Barriss?!”

Fang let out a squeak, tongue lagging out of his mouth.

“Oh, shut up!” Ahsoka playfully remarked, whacking him in the head with a pillow.
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