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There is a reason why Ahsoka Tano, former jedi padawan, always wore some fashion of skirt or dress as part of her daily clothing. Looking at her slender and almost frail-looking body—her perfectly smooth orange skin fated by her Togruta ancestry to remain forever hairless—one would never expect to find, upon lifting said skirt, a massive bulge barely constrained by her specially tailored panties.
Since Ahsoka left the Jedi order she had managed to settle down on the streets of coruscant. She had found a small apartment to call her home, and a source of income through work in a droid repair shop run by an old Ithorian. It was a strange thing to no longer be part of the jedi order, to no longer be bound by its rules. It was all she had ever known.
Perhaps the strangest thing of all was something strangely mundane; what was she to do with all of her time? In the order there had always been things to do. Most often she had been away on some mission, and if not then there had always been training exercises or things needing help around the temple. Now she lived all on her own in the largest ecumenopolis in the galaxy. She'd tried making a few friends, and had some success, but she suspected it would take time for any real friendships to blossom.
A few months after she had left, Ahsoka had had a realisation. She'd been lying in her bed staring at the wall, watching a tiny insectoid creature crawl down towards the floor, and thinking about what she could possibly do. She'd considered doing yet another of her meditation exercises, as she'd habitually continued to do ever since leaving, but couldn't work up the motivation to do it. There wasn't anyone left to tell her she had to do those anymore. That's when the inverse hit her too; there wasn't anyone left to tell her what she couldn't do. She didn't just have to try and continue the activities she'd done all her life, she could try any new thing she wished. And Coruscant certainly was a place where one can find absolutely anything.
Ahsoka adjusted her head and got a full view of her body. It was particularly warm today, and she'd chosen to eschew her blanket in favour of simply lying topless on the mattress, wearing only those specially tailored panties. It had happened a few years ago, when she'd just earned the title of padawan, that she and Anakin had been on that mission. It had been on some humid swamp planet with trees reaching impossibly high. Their mission had been to investigate recent disappearances of clone troopers stationed at the base, who had gone missing while patrolling the areas surrounding the republic compound.
Halfway through their own patrol she'd gone a dozen metres away into the tangle of trees in order to take a leak. She'd pulled down her pants and panties before squatting down to let her very ordinary female Togruta genitals do their job. But just as she had felt the flow of urine coming on she'd felt a sharp sting in her throat. Reaching up to it with her hand, she'd found a small dart with a sharp needle. The tip of which had been dripping with some viscous substance. Before the scream could begin to form in her mouth she had collapsed—the world going dark.
She'd awakened afterwards in the medical ward on a republic ship. Clinical white lights illuminating equally clinical white walls, with no one to keep her company but a standard 2-1B-series medical droid. It informed her that she had been unconscious for a little over a week, and that she had been abducted by locals on the swamp planet. They were the same ones that had been taking clone troopers from the base, and reportedly had been performing all manner of pseudo-medical experimentation on them. A few days after Ahsoka's disappearance Anakin and a task force of troopers had infiltrated the laboratory and slaughtered the locals within. They'd found Ahsoka floating naked in a special pod, filled up with some bubbling green liquid. The droid indicated that while she was in the laboratory there had been some modifications done to her body.
It had gestured then towards her crotch, which was covered up by the white cloth of the hospital gown she wore. Ahsoka had reached down hesitantly, lifting the hem of the garment up towards her hips. Once the fabric was up to her waist she dropped it, and simply laid staring at her crotch. Between her slender legs there was a large appendage, the same colour as the rest of her skin. It was the size of one of her admittedly small forearms, and appeared to be weirdly floppy. As if there was no bone to hold it rigid. It was directed away from her head, down towards her feet, and as such she could not see the end of the appendage and its weirdly wrinkled skin. On each side of the appendage there was a large round object, also seemingly covered in and fused with her orange skin. These objects gave her the impression of some ball for sporting activities placed inside a sock. She stared at the whole arrangement in bewilderment for a moment before her thoughts suddenly crystallised on a set of biology lessons she had been giving in her youth.
The thought hit her with the strength of a landing star destroyer: this was a penis. She was now in the possession of a massive penis.
She'd interrogated the medical droid for nearly an hour afterwards, wanting to know as much as possible. What did this mean? How did this happen? Was there any way to remove it? What should she do? The droid had answered as best it could, though it knew little of the specific rules of the Jedi Order. The bottom line was that, somehow, the locals in the laboratory had managed to hardwire the abnormally large set of genitals into the vital functions of her brain, so that any attempt to surgically remove them would result in near-instantaneous brain death for her. This was actually why she had been unconscious for so long; they had already tried to remove it but stopped just on the brink of causing her permanent brain damage.
They returned to Coruscant a few days later. There she was told that any physical body was acceptable to the Order, and that none should be discriminated against as they were all one in the force. Nevertheless, she'd been given the option to have special clothing tailored for her, to conceal the massive penis and testes as well as possible and save her from potential future embarrassment and other complications. In addition, she'd been given a minor surgery which had implanted a hormonal suppressant within her flesh to minimise any potential effects that the abnormal genitals would have on the rest of her body, allowing her to retain a spotlessly feminine outward appearance—as long as she kept her crotch properly concealed.
But now she didn't have to do that anymore.
Ahsoka reached down towards her crotch, gently stroking the outside of her panties. The movement sent tiny shivers through her body, like sparks of lightning through a droid slowly being recharged. The Order had always forbidden any form of attachments, especially those of a romantic nature, and most people had also assumed this to mean one should abstain from any form of sexual activities—but this was not exactly the case.
Ahsoka had figured this out only a week after that fateful mission on the swamp planet, when she had been about to go to sleep and had accidentally rubbed her penis against the side of her thigh. It had felt good. Intoxicatingly good. She'd experimented, learning more and more about this strange addition to her body and the sensations and experiences which it offered.
After that she'd masturbated almost daily for years, only stopping when there were no opportunities for her to be alone for a few minutes. There was barely any need for any outside stimulus either; Ahsoka had had no need for any kind of pornography or other material—her own thoughts and fantasies had always been enough. Those fantasies had reached in multiple directions, her desires growing further as she explored them. Most commonly she conjured mental images of people she knew stripped of their clothes, sometimes tied up or otherwise restrained in embarrassing positions.
One particular fantasy which had reoccurred time after time was one in which Riyo Chuchi, that politician from Pantora, had gotten herself stuck in a chair. Her plump rear end tantalisingly pointed in the direction of Ahsoka, who was the first to find the pantoran stuck like this.
Ahsoka began once more to dive into the recesses of her mind, gently feeling at the tip of her cock with her delicate fingers. But as she perused her mental library of arousing situations she stumbled upon a memory of something she had seen earlier this week on her way back to her apartment. It had been an advertisement for a live show. A show of a very sexual nature. She dragged her mind back up to the surface then, removing her hand from her panties which had developed a small wet spot where the tip of her half-erect penis rested. She had all the possibilities in the world right now. Why should she stay here all by herself? It was about time she started trying something new.
A half hour later, Ahsoka stepped out of her apartment complex wearing a dark hooded robe which hid her entire body. Walking through the dimly lit alleys at this late hour gave her a strange feeling of excitement which she couldn't recall having felt for years beforehand.
Eventually she arrived at the right address. She paid a few credits to a Rodian man standing outside and was let in. She entered into what looked like a small arena, with a lowered pit in the middle and lines of seats raised around it. She suspected that this place doubled as a fighting ring where people could come and watch and bet on combatants. The seats all looked nasty, with several of them having large stains of a nature she didn't dare to guess at. She picked one which looked relatively sanitary and seated herself. The show was going to start any minute now. The seats of the arena were mostly empty, with only about four or five dozen people in attendance. The vast majority of them appeared to be males of their species, though as she was well aware; appearances could be deceiving. Many of the other spectators had already taken the liberty of taking out various sexual organs, most of them long and phallic.
Ahsoka looked down at herself, hesitated, and then slowly parted her robe. Underneath she wore only her special panties and a bra. She looked around again, and was pleasantly surprised to note that it didn't appear anyone was looking at her. She had been afraid of being deemed a freak, to be something strange to gawk at. Perhaps this would not be the case, and she could actually utilise her body without having to hide it? She gently pulled her panties down, letting her still half-erect penis flop out along with her testicles. Her balls dangled almost a full decimeter below where her sack was attached to the rest of her. Keeping them contained within her panties had always been more of an arduous task than keeping track of her penis.
Ahsoka sat there for a minute or two more before the lights dimmed and music began to play. The music was fast paced and digitally synthesised rather than having been recorded with any physical instruments. It had vocals from some high-pitched voice in a language she faintly recognised but couldn't understand a word of. The music ramped up in intensity, clearly building towards some climax. Then, as the beat dropped, a door opened on one side of the arena.
The music swelled as a feminine humanoid figure strode out into the centre of the arena. She was dressed in a nearly perfectly skin-tight bodysuit which conveyed every intricacy and detail of her form. Her face was concealed by a perfectly smooth white mask, hiding her identity. The woman's body was an absolutely amazing sight to Ahsoka. She worked her eyes around the woman's hips, her legs, her breasts, her stomach. Ahsoka felt as her cock began to harden further, slowly growing in both length and girth. As she gazed upon the contours of the woman's figure, she found her almost oddly familiar. She quested with her eyes, trying to find the source of this familiarity, when her gaze fell upon the shape of her rear. It was large and rounded, yet seemed to almost defy gravity the way that it hung in the air without sagging down towards the floor.
Ahsoka recognised that ass. This was the body of Padmé Amidala, senator of Naboo.
It couldn't be her. It was impossible… And yet it had to be. Ahsoka had spent so many hours secretly watching Padmé during the years she had known her. The way she walked, the way she stood, the way her plump breasts jiggled just a little bit with every step—it was all just as Ahsoka remembered. At this realisation, she felt her cock grow even larger and harder. She grabbed hold of it, just barely being able to envelop its entire girth when she used both her hands. It was more than a decimeter in diameter and at least four times as long. Her glans was mostly obscured by her foreskin, which had gone from being its normal wrinkly self to being tightly stretched across the head of her dick.
Ahsoka began to slowly work her hands up and down the immense length of the shaft, each movement giving her the physical impression that she would have had a hard time staying upright had she been standing.
The woman in the arena, who Ahsoka was convinced was senator Padmé Amidala, walked in a circle around the ring. It was as if she were presenting herself for the audience, who cheered when she got near to them. Once she had walked around the room, another door at the edge of the arena opened.
Out through the door came a large fur-covered beast. It had eight legs, and was almost double the height of the figure in white. Beneath the dark brown bulk of the alien beast there stuck out a massive pink penis—similar in size to the one which Ahsoka herself possessed—but this one was bent and misshapen, gnarled like the branch of some hundred years-old tree. It reared up, breathing heavily as it rotated itself in the direction of the arena's centre.
The woman there bent down, spreading her bulbous cheeks in the direction of the beast. The incredibly flexible fabric of the bodysuit clung to her skin, though Ahsoka guessed that it wouldn't hold up long against the great pink cock hanging from the underside of the furry monstrosity. The beast roared and thundered forward, aiming its throbbing penis straight towards the exposed woman's backside. She was lying with her head and knees to the floor, ass raised up and spread wide. The crowd cheered even louder as the beast approached her, but grew quiet just as it reached the prostrate figure.
The beast's cock plunged into the senator's vagina, filling her entire torso with a single monumental thrust forward. For the first time, Ahsoka heard the voice of the woman as she let out a small squealing noise. It was Padmé's voice, there was no mistaking it. The senator in the arena quivered as the cock which had just completely rearranged her internal organs was now slowly pulled back out again. She had to try and grab at the ground with her arms to keep her body from being dragged back along with the beast's mass. Then, just as powerfully as the first time, she was once more filled up to the brim with penis. Her bodysuit had burst on the first thrust, and was already revealing the naked skin of her asscheeks. They were the light, human tone which Ahsoka would always associate with the smooth skin of Padmé.
Ahsoka had begun to ravage her own cock, violently jerking her hands up and down the length of it. It throbbed, pulsating along with the rapid beating of her heart. The music was louder now, and even more intense. She could smell the mixed aromas coming from all around her. Smells which had disgusted her when she entered instead now prompted tiny droplets of precum to begin oozing from her urethra. She grabbed at the sticky substance, letting it coat the inside of her hands and act as a natural lubricant for her giant member. At one point she even forcefully had to hold it down to prevent it from blocking her view of the arena, where the beast was repeatedly pounding senator Amidala's womb into submission.
Ahsoka imagined herself down there instead of that creature. She imagined it was her cock being plunged into the being of the woman she had lusted after for so many years. The woman whose dirty laundry she had raided on several occasions, and then placed her dirty underwear into steaming hot water to brew a sort of musky Padmé-flavoured tea.
The beast thrusted one final time into the wide-stretched pussy of the woman in the arena, whose once pure-white bodysuit had been torn nearly to shreds. Its cock stayed there as it let out a loud howling noise which managed to drown out both the music and the cheering of the spectators. Ahsoka then saw how the malformed bulge along Padmé's abdomen was expanding, growing in pulses like a balloon being inflated with bursts of water. Her stomach kept expanding, stretching to grow larger and larger until it looked as if she were nine months pregnant and ready to give birth at any moment.
The beast pulled out its penis then, and the effect was like pulling out the plug on a dam. Litres upon litres of cum rushed out of her body as Padmé collapsed on the floor in a stick puddle of viscous white goo. At first, Ahsoka thought she looked almost unconscious, but she could still see her moving a little bit, trying to get back up from the floor as cum continued to leak out of her and add to the small lake forming beneath her. The fur-covered beast, apparently satisfied with the situation, lumbered back towards the door it had come from and exited the arena.
Ahsoka kept furiously going at her own cock, rubbing it up and down with all she had. She had even bent it up towards her, the tip of it reaching her mouth so that she could lick at it with her tongue. She had never felt anything like this before, her cock had never grown so much and given her so much pleasure in all the years she'd had it. But she knew there was still one thing left which could make this even better, one thing she still had yet to do, one thing she might never get the chance to do again; and there was no way she wasn't going to take it.
Ahsoka leaped forward, out of her seat and down into the arena. She ran towards the naked senator like her carnivorous ancestors had once hunted prey in the forests of Shili. Her cock was directed before her like a lance, its tip dripping with pre-cum that formed a train between her legs as she ran.
As she neared, the senator tilted her face up from the ground towards the approaching Togruta. Though Ahsoka could not see her lips, hidden behind that featureless white mask, she heard her utter the single word "Ahsoka?". It was just then that Ahsoka reached the helpless figure of the woman. She reached down and grabbed a firm hold on Padmé's ass, squeezing it like she had always wanted to do. Her vagina was still leaking cum, and was already used, but it seemed her asshole had been left completely untouched. Ahsoka threw open her manically smiling mouth in a mad laugh as she thrusted herself towards the tight sphincter of Padmé Amidala's anus.
Her cock collided with the anus and managed only to penetrate a third of its considerable length before Ahsoka's momentum ended and her thrust had to stop. Padmé screamed then, an ear piercing screech which filled the arena. Ahsoka guessed that whatever means Padmé had used to expand her vaginal capacity for penetration had not been also applied to her ass. But Ahsoka was past the point of caring now, this was her chance. She tightened her grasp on the hips of the senator and pulled her towards herself, further forcing the length of her orange cock into the already ravaged body of the former queen.
Padmé's screaming continued as Ahsoka continued pushing. For a few centimetres the resistance increased, and then it was as if her intestines gave way and allowed Ahsoka to enter in full force. Finally her thighs collided with the beige rump of the other woman, resulting in a satisfying slapping noise. Ahsoka wasted no time in getting back into motion, pulling herself out slightly before thrusting back in again. Each thrust was easier than the last, as if Padmé's body was slowly but surely giving up trying to block her from coming in.
Ahsoka finally glanced away from Padmé and up into the seats lining the arena. They were cheering even louder than before. Ahsoka laughed once more and intensified her thrusting. Padmé's interior was squeezing her cock tighter than anything she had ever felt before. All those years of fantasies, of quietly rubbing her cock in her room while thinking of this woman had finally come to fruition. She was actually doing it.
She, former Jedi Padawan Ahsoka Tano, was absolutely balls deep in the ass of senator Padmé Amidala.
After a few more moments she finally felt the familiar surging in her body as semen began to flow up on the underside of her cock. She pushed in and leaned forward, embracing her arms around Padmé's body and filling her hands with the senator's soft tits. Her cum finally began to flow then, pumping itself into Padmé's digestive tract with each beat of Ahsoka's heart.
It was the most alive Ahsoka had ever felt, and in that one moment she felt as if she could see past the very fabric of the universe. Padmé let out a final moaning noise then before finally seeming to fall unconscious for real, falling limp onto the floor below. Ahsoka stayed inside her for a moment longer before pulling out, watching as yet another river of thick cum began to flow from Padmé's rear end just as the first one had started to dry up. Ahsoka lost her balance then, feeling light headed, and stumbled backwards. She fell on her back, landing in a pool of mixed cum from both her and the fur-covered beast from before. She felt her muscles relax as she too fainted, her mouth still smiling broadly.