Still working on the editing the upcoming story behind the scenes, But wanted to at least share a story for the occasion. This story was made for May the fourth for star wars day, but didn't get around to posting it here. but what better time than for vore day^^. I hope you all enjoy^^.)
Stick to the shadows. Can't risk the empire getting their hands on these plans.
Bastion hid amongst the crates along the market's supplies. He peered into the streetway. From food carts to the shop were filled with stormtroopers, ravaging carriages and barrels in their search. When the rebellion sent him on this mission he figured he’d swipe the plans on some storage shuttle. Not a single file on the report mentioned heavy artillery onboard. He barely managed to eject before it took down his ship.
He glanced upon the metal structures further ahead, a station mingled between the market. HQ mentioned that an ally resided here. A convert operative by the name Wile. There wasn’t much on him in the briefing files, but his record on mission proved sufficient.
Bastion groaned. This place is a maze. Would it have killed them to at least add coordinates to his whereabouts?
Bastion twisted a watch along his wrist. A sheen of light, engulfed his body, the world expanding as he was shrunk to the size of a mouse droid. He followed booths bordering the sides of the market. Stormtroopers ravaged the tables, fruits and dainted machinery trickling from the sky like rain.
A group of locals moved through the area, passing troopers as they poured into the open.
Bastion clung to the leg of a passing wookie, tucking himself beneath its ragged fur. Its constant bucks twisted his stomach, but he held himself firm to not be spotted by the soldiers. The wookie crossed the pathway, moving past the market and towards the towering metal structures in the center of the establishment.
“Halt!” A stormtrooper called, droids guarding the entrance to the interior of the city. “ You are entering Imperial grounds, have your ID ready for identification.”
Bastion groaned. Of course there’d be a checkpoint. As if this place wasn’t being overrun enough. Looks like I’ll have to take a scenic route.
The wookie stepped near a clothed crate, and Bastion slinked from their furry leg, vanishing into the crowd as he grew back to size. Lights illuminated the walls, a hologram of the wolf’s mugshot displayed on a street sign.
He squinted at the slanted brush of the hologram’s mustache, fiddling at his own. The greatest power in the whole universe and they can’t even get my mustache right.
His ears flicked to whispers nearby, locals gathered around a fire. One of them glanced at the wolf, before returning to the group. Bastion drew his hood, following a path to the other side of the building structure.
The sound of vibrant music welcomed his ears as he entered a canteen, laughter filling the air. The wolf gripped the tip of his hood, easing through the crowd to the drink booth in the center.
“Gimme a bantha milk.” He slid chips to the tender.
The tender let out a groggled reply, turning to the shelf. The hums of machinery vibrated beneath the wolf’s padded fingers, a stream of fluid squeezing through a tube and into a bell shaped glass.
Bastion caught the glass as they slid it across the booth. He took a long sip, savoring the hint of lime and dragon trickling from the frosty beverage. He parted the glass with a gasp, wiping blue foam clinging to the tip of his mustache. That’s a good drink.
“Your shoulderss... are a little tensse there, partner.” A trandoshan said, sitting in a chair next to Bastion.
‘I’ve got a lot on my shoulders.” Bastion replied.
“I’ll say, you do have a lot on your shoulders. Heavy work?” The trandoshian asked.
“Heavy?” Bastion teetered a claw along the rim of his cup. “I..wouldn’t call it that. More like an errand for a group. But the pay is decent.”
“An errand?” The trandoshian chortled. “I can relate. I’ve actually..picked up an errand of my own.”
The booth squeaked as the trandoshin slid over a device, bastion’s face displayed upon it.
“And it’s gonna pay me a fortune for completing it.” the trandoshian said.
The wolf glanced at his face on the screen, before the trandoshian. Two more figures parted toward them, an IG-88B droid and a gamorrean. Bounty hunters, as if things couldn’t get more annoying.
“You’ve made yourself hard to track you down.” The trandoshian gargled. “The empire will give a mighty price for bringing you in.”
Bastion stirred his glass, finishing the last of his beverage. “This isn’t gonna turn out the way you think?”
“Iss that right?” the trandoshian laughed, holding the butt of his rifle. “Then pray tell what you think is gonna happen.”
“I think It’d be better to show you.” Bastion said.
The wolf flung his glass toward the trandoshian. The lizard yelled, stumbling as shards shattered upon its scales. The droid and gamorren advanced, their guns drawn. Bastion twisted his watch, shrinking as bolts of heat burned holes into the hull of the booth.
Lasers pattered the floor like rain as Bastion scampered between toppled tables, the smell of burnt metal filling the air. The gamorrean threw tables aside, stomping the floor in hopes to catch the wolf beneath their leathery boots. Bastion rolled from its path, twisting his watch.
In his burst of growth, he socked the gamorrean. It let out a squeal, tumbling into the crowd. Two down, one to go.
His side caved as the droid swipes at him. Bastion locked a palm within its metal grasp, as they slammed against a wall. He fanned his watch, only for the droid's cold grasp to pin it against the wall. The droid squeezed his wrist, and sparks eroded from his watch. In a flash, Bastion shrank, diminishing to the planked plates of the droid’s feet.
“Hunk of junk trashed my watch!” Bastion yelled.
One of the droid’s plates clanked against the floor, sending the small wolf against the leg of a toppled table. The droid loomed overhead, red and white light flickering from its monitor along its torso. Fingers splayed, it reached for Bastion, as he hugged the small pillar.
A bolt of light struck the droid’s side. Deep beeps rattled from its core, and it fell to the floor. A badger leaned in one of the doors in the canteen, their broad shoulders wedging between its frame.
“Never a dull moment in here, I tell ya.” the badger said, returning his pistol into its holster. “Went and missed all the action.”
Bastion coughed, fanning the droid’s fume from his muzzle. Another bounty hunter? How many of these guys did the empire send?
He pressed at his watch. A jolt traveled through his arm, and he yanked the watch to the floor. The floors of the canteen boomed as the Badger approached, stepping over the toppled droid.
Bastion bared his fangs, and the badger raised his palms. “Easy there, short stack, I don't mean trouble.”
“Like I’d believe that.” Bastion sniffed the air, snorting at the scent of sweat and old trash. “You reek like a hutt, is this really what the empire call professional bounty hunters these days?”
The badger cocked a brow. “Bounty hunter? Come on, don’t herd me into the likes of these bozos.” He pointed behind himself. “The work I do is far more important than that.”
“And what business is that?” Bastion asked.
The Badger let out a sign, raising the side of his shirt. The Badger’s gut spilled over his waistline, a sheet of black fur sprouting like a carpet. A three pointed symbol was trimmed along the arc of their stomach. That design, it’s just like the..
“What are you doing with the rebellion’s mark?” Bastion said.
“Isn’t it obvious, I'm part of it. Name’s Wile.”
Bastion's ears perked. “Wile? Wait, You’re the one they said to link up with?”
Commotion rang outside, white helmets flowing from the slanted windows to the door. The empire was here. Bastion scanned the canteen for a way out. The doors were sealed off, storm troopers blocking the door.
Wile’s padded palm wrapped around the wolf’s waist, as he ran behind the booth.
“We can make our exit in the underground tunnel.” Wile said.
Bastion glanced towards the front door, the barrel of the rifles peering in. Not like we have much of a choice.
“Fine, let’s go.” Bastion said.
Wile nodded, opening a hatch beneath the drinks. They hopped inside a narrow tunnel, and the badger ran to the door further inside. Climbing a ladder, they found themselves in an old storage house, antiques scattering from the walls to the metal gate.
“See, what I tell ya? Told ya I’d get us out of there.” The badger dusted the top of the antique platform, placing the wolf upon it. “When I saw your ship enter the atmosphere in smoke, I figured you were in a heap of trouble.”
“Glad you noticed.” Bastion drulled, shielding his muzzle from sparks on his watch. “If only you were there before those bounty hunters surrounded me.”
“Cut me a break, It's a big place. Least I got you out in one piece.” Wile said.
Bastion scoffed. “Yeah? My size modulator’s toast after that droid squeezed it. I hardly call that in one piece.”
“Potato, potato.” Wile said. “But we’re wasting time. We gotta move before the empire finds us.”
Wile plucked Bastion from the antique, opening his pocket. The leathered fabric wrapped around the wolf like a cocoon, tucking itself beneath his armpits. Secured in his pocket, Wile peered through a crack in the gate, before slinking into the crowd.
“The best bet on getting you off world is the landing.” Wile said. “There’s a ship there we can take to the rebellion.”
A patrol unit scoured the edge of the streetway, flashing light through an abandoned building. When the close was clear, they maneuvered around the alley to a connecting path. The landing bay was just ahead, a checkpoint guarding the entrance. Round droids surveyed the area, scanning locals that filed in line to the entrance.
“Probe droids?” Wile said. “The empire must really want those plans if they sent those things to look for you.”
“This place is crawling with stormtroopers.” Bastion peeked from the Badger’s pocket. “How are we supposed to get in, without being detected?
Wile rubbed the scruff of his neck. “Looks like I’m gonna have to resort to that again..”
Bastion cocked a brow. “What again?”
The badger fumbled against his belt buckle, pulling the leathered wares until the bulk of his sheath sprung from his trousers. Wile massaged the tender pouch, stroking its length until the pink tip of their cock bloomed from the thick sheet of skin. What in Leia’s name was he doing? This is no time to be jerking off.
Eventually the badger's shaft became semi-erect. Its coned tips blooming from his sheath. Wile held bastion closer, hovering him above the pudgy head of his shaft.
“You may want to take a breath for this next part.”
Bastion blinked. Next part?
The badger pinched the wolf's paws, plunging them into the orifice. His soles slid within the thick tube at a snail’s pace, its lips gumming at his hind legs as the urethral tube expanded to his waist.
“Are you crazy?!” Bastion pried against the slender tip of the badger’s shaft. His neck strained as Wile’s thumb pressed between his ears, tucking the shaft beneath his armpit.
“Quit yappin’ before you get us spotted.” Wile replied, probing more of the wolf into his slit. “Just a little bit to the right and..”
The ring yawned again, stretching into the wolf’s peripheral. It rose over his muzzle with another clench, and the ring closed, entombing Bastion within its thick mass.
Rippling waves of flesh crushed him on all sides, following the wet drums of the Badger’s heart as they carried him deeper into the shaft. A cave in the ample flesh forced his muzzle to a meat pocket, as a claw nudged his side, working him to the base of the shaft.
“Wile!” Bastion yelled, his voice vibrating the muscular walls.
“Almost got it.” Wile shuttered. “Just have..to get through the last hurdle.”
The sphincter widened as Bastion was forced into the baggy of the Badger’s prostate. The pungent smell of salt seared into his nose, thick goop clinging to his fur like hot wax from a candle. The muscular chamber caved, tenderizing bastion as he was pushed into a corner.
His winced as something wet engulfed his ears. It clamped around them like a vice. Its pull grew fierce as more of the wolf attracted toward it. His muzzle slipped beneath its ring, and he was siphoned through a labyrinth of muscle, until he was squeezed through a twisted maze.
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The badger hunched over a crate, catching his breath. Its been a while since I’ve had to do this sort of thing. But desperate time calls for desperate measures.
His body throbbed around Bastion, squeezing him through his waist. His left nut sagged with the wolf's weight. His outline tucked beneath the sac’s oblong shape, like a package wrapped in an airtight bag. A buzz rushed through Wile as Bastion wiggled, and the badger shuttered.
“Easy in there will ya?” Wile said between breaths. “It’s not as bad as it seems.”
“Not as bad?!” Bastion his voice distant beneath the fur and muscle. “You shoved me in your nuts!”
“It’s not like I could’ve stuffed you in my boot. The probe droid would see right through it.” Wile fondled his nuts, dwindling them between his fingers like marbles. “If we want to slip by without being caught, we gotta blend your heat with mine.”
A passerby moved through an alleyway next to Wile. They glanced at the badger, and gave a sheepish smile.
“Mood swings.” He said bluntly, dwindling them testicles like a bag of marbles. “Happens when you're not expecting them.”
The passersby’s face twisted, increasing their pace as they passed the corner.
“Look, it's not gonna be long. Just sit tight.” Wile sighed.
Wile shoved his nuts into his trousers, tightening his leathered pants. The wolf protested, rolling the nut beneath the other. He muttered something beneath his pants, but it was too muddied to reach the badger’s round ears. Whatever the case, he’s gonna have to lie low in there for the time being.
Wile followed other individuals as they made their way to the line of the checkpoint. The droid scanned the people ahead, troopers retrieving their credentials. Wile’s nuts jiggled, bucking against his inner thigh like an egg about to hatch.The wolf’s palms brushed against his sac. His shaft rose, creating a small tent in his pants. tapped his crotch.
Wile nudged his leg against his cock. Stop wiggling, stop wiggling.
“What are you doing over here?” A stormtrooper approached.
Wile straightened, fixing his pants. “Oh..just taking care of an itch. Fur tends to pinch my britches standing around like this.”
“Uh huh...Show me your credentials.” The stormtrooper said.
Wile handed the storm trooper his identification, as they went toward a console. The monotone beep of the probe droid neared, a scanner flicking from its panel. The wolf’s movements stirred again, throwing his testicle in circles inside his trousers.
“For the love of organa…” Wile muttered beneath his breath.
He tightened his legs, nestling his balls between his thighs. He let out a sheepish smile as the probe droid hovered ahead, its cold stare piercing his soul. A ray of light flowed over him, and a thermal image of the badger projected on a screen.
The soldier at the module eyed the image like, glancing at Wile. “You’re clear. Proceed to the landing bay.”
The droid drifted to the individual behind him, and he took a breath. He moved through the entrance and onto the landing bay.
He approached his ship along a docking bay, a razor crest with fangs marking the front. It wasn’t the best of ships in the galaxy, but it gets you where you need to go. He entered the cargo hold, climbing to the cock pit. He sat in his seat, letting his muscles relax.
The wolf’s wiggling returned, a kick meeting its mark against the tender pouch of his sheath.
“Finally you moved!” Bastion said. “ Do you have any idea how hard it is to breathe without these boulders squashing me?!”
“What were you expecting to be a suite? It got us through the checkpoint, didn’t it?” Wile flicked the modules along the steering wheel. “Systems looking good, we’re good to go.”
“Great, now get me out of here.” Bastion said. “All this seed is starting to clog my ears.”
“Not so easy to get out bud.” Wile said. “I have to at least prep myself before expunging my load. I can’t just release it all willy nilly.”
“Prep yourself? What are you a fuel tank?” Bastion said.
“Hey! It's tough to get hard when trying to escape an imperial station, you know!” Wile said.
He flipped another flip of a switch, the ship hummed to life, the navigation system flickering upon the screen. Wile peered through the window of the cock pit. A familiar lizard stood at the entrance, talking to one of the stormtroopers at the console.
Wile groaned. Those bozos are still kicking, huh?
The soldier turned towards the razor crest, other soldiers advancing.
The badger thrusted into the steering wheel, hitting the throttle. The magnets holding the ship to the platform caved, and the razor crest soared into through the landing bay, blaster fire repelled from the metal hull, as the ship took off into the sky.
“What are you doing?!” Bastion yelled, the badger’s balls easing from the cushions of the seat.
“Had to make a grand exit before we got swarmed.” Wile said, steering the ship higher.
The razor crest entered into the sky, the cloud of dust drawing from the sky to reveal the flickering stars in space. The yellow planet glowed beneath them, surrounded by a thin asteroid belt.
Red blimps the radar system. Three tie fighters. The hollow space filled with green lasers as they began to fire. A bolt struck the hull of the Razor crest, bouncing Wile in his seat.
“I’m just getting all kinds of company today!” Wile snarled.
The badger wrestled the steering wheel. The exhaust from the thrusters filled the cockpit as the Razor crest soared through space, the roar of tie fighters nipping at its heels.
A caution sign flickered on the screen, a ball of fire displaying on the screen. Missile!
Wile yanked the wheel left, the razor crest tilting on its side. The ball of fire streaked above the left wing, soaring into the void of space.
His balls jumbled between his legs. The wolf muffled again, but the badger tightened his legs. His complaints can wait, right now he has to manage on not turning them into space debris.
A barrage of lasers streaked past the ship, smashing rocks drifting from an asteroid field. Time for some cover!
“Hold onto your lunch, Basty!” Wile called out.
Wile swerved the wheel. Pebbles clacked against the glass, their size growing as they neared the rocks. The tie fighters broke off, advancing into the field. One fighter now pursued the razor crest, plasma bolts streaking chunks of rock. The badger whirled the ship around a hunk of rock, hugging its edge to the other side.
One of the blimps was snuffed on the radar, as the tie fighter ricocheted from the asteroid in shards of debris. One down, two to go.
The razor crest reared around another asteroid, and the space between the rocks thinned. The ship rattled as it grazed against an asteroid, throwing it off course. Wile’s palm began to sweat, wrestling against the joystick as the ship spun. He barely managed a spiral over a rock hurdling to the ship, sparks flickering just above the cockpit.
One of the fighters roared from behind a rock ahead, firing a barrage of lasers. Wile returned fire, rearing the ship upward. The ship met its mark along the wing of the fighter, and it spiraled into a crease in the field. One more left.
The roar of the fighter grew close, lasers bombarding upon the ship from an angle. Too far to turn, he’ll have to get a better position.
Wile steered the ship toward the tunnel carved in one of the asteroids, the fighter high on its tail. Bolts rained upon the rocks, a plume of dust wisping beyond the glass. The Razor crest bucked as a bolt struck its hide.
“Come on, baby. Hold together..” Wile prayed, heaving against the bucks of the steering wheel.
An opening carved along the tunnel ahead, a patch of stars twinkling in its gap. Wile fired the razor crest’s guns into the narrow path. A plume of dust filled tunnel, and he yanked the ship through the opening.
The tie soared forward, its roars echoing through the tunnel as it came through the otherside. The Razor crest reared behind the ship, and fired. Sparks flew from the hull of the fighter, before it burst into flames.
“Yeah, baby! That’s what I’m talking about!” Wile cheered, letting the ship cruise forward.
A blip in space flickered as an object appeared. A star destroyer.
“They seriously sicked a star destroyer to deal with one ship?” Wile grimaced. He frowned as a fleet of fighters unloaded from the starship, shaking his head. “No need to tell us twice. We were just leavin’.”
Wile twisted at the controls, pulling at lever. A hum filled the ship, and the stars stretched past them. In a flash, the dark void was cast away, replaced by the blue swirl of hyperspace. Finally the badger took a breath, kicking his paws upon the stand.
“See?..Nothing to it.” With a sigh Wile let his fly loose. His balls drooped over the waistband, as he laid eyes on the wolf bulge tucked along his testicle. “Told ya I’d get us out of there.”
“That you did.” Bastion said. “While we’re on the subject of ‘out’, get me out of your balls!”
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The amount of soap I’m gonna need to get this gunk off my fur!
Bastion combed through the fur of his belly, droplets of seed pattering the metal floor. He shuddered as their moist touch oozed between his toes. Never in his lifetime as a soldier had he experienced anything so foul as the balls of a badger.
“Look alive, little bud.” Wile tapped a claw between Bastion’s ears. “We’re exiting hyper space.”
After a long journey through hyperspace the razor crest arrived on a distant planet. Entering the atmosphere, it landed upon a ship harbor. Bastion hopped into the palm of the badger as he left the cockpit and through the cargo hold.
The ship opened to two rebel officers approaching. Wile shook one of their hands, as Bastion gave a salute. After a while, the two parted ways, the badger collecting his share of the mission as his ship soared into the sky. Bastion returned to his quarters, where he worked on configuring his watch.
Amidst his tinkering, the door slid open as a comrade entered.
“Good to have you back, Bastion.” They said, handing the wolf a mug. “For a moment I’d almost thought you wouldn’t make it back.”
“And leave you without a roomie? Fat chance.” Bastion said.
He sipped at his cup, configuring the wires. The module of his watch hummed to life, a sheet of energy engulfing the wolf as he expanded to his full size. Finally, I was getting tired of looking at the bottle of tables.
“Say I was looking through your report on the mission. Heard you tagged up with that badger. Wile, right.” Comrade asked. “That guy’s something else to make it out of that place with all those imperials. A part of the records is blank. How did he manage to smuggle you out without detection?”
Bastion froze, brushing his shoulders. The image of the badger’s cramped testicle flowed through his head.
Bastion's ear flicked. “For the good of the rebellion, It’s best left unsaid.”
