For a moment Eo only stared at the two shaggy clones, feeling after that strange ask a bit surreal standing with them in the flashes of the disco light dressed like this. The Mikkian wasn’t sure if the music had played a joke on her tendrils, or if it was eventually time to sober up a bit.
„Commander Mayday asks for what?“, she shouted over the noise and tried to reach taller up to the towering bearded clones. So unfair! One time she could wear heels to be not that tiny between all of them anymore and now those rugged divas looked down to her from their own heeled hights!
Their eyes widened a bit and both of them seem to shrink, clearly not used to a Mikkian trying to understand them better with curling tendrils that played a bit nearer to their faces. Hehe! Poor men. Eo laughed „Sorry, guys. Stop mumbling into your beards, you’re allowed to shout at me, troopers!“
The men exchanged a short look, then the right one formed a funnel with his hands to answer and Eo almost lost it as he looked a bit desperate not seeing ears where to shout at. „Your faaan, Commander!“ Then they looked again at her like too big and bearded schoolboys.
„For what does Commander Mayday need my fan?“, she yelled back irritated but also amused, seeing them blushing and eyeing nervously at the too close tendrils. „For some dramatic purpose, Ma’am – I mean… Commader, Sir“, the other one answered and Eo looked right at the very second to him to catch him ripping his eyes up to her face from a clearly lower point. She grinned teethy and one of her tendrils flicked only an inch away from his beard.
She decided to release the sweating men, only helping their Commander with whatever kind of shenanigans, that most likely have something to do with a certain gorgeous Mando leaning at the wall, waiting for her drink.
With a dramatic slap Eo opened the fan, enjoyed how the broad shouldered guys winced like one person and with an elegant twist into her velvet sleeved hand she closed and handed it to them in one move.
„Tell Commander Mayday, that I want this back in exactly this state, troopers. Do you copy?“
Clones in heels jumping in attention is nothing but fun, Eo thought by herself, trying to do a strict face and failing with the need to smirk.
„Sir, yes, Sir!“
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Tagged by @navigatorwrongway! 🙏 This week’s word is kind
Call Sign
There’s a scene with Djao and some of the others working outside when something goes wrong and *lop* There goes Djao’s finger.
Barak sits between Djao and Nocturne in the infirmary, holding Djao’s arm down on the table and leaning his upper body weight into keeping it pinned. Djao’s still trying to get away.
“Why are you so fidgety about leeches?” Barak asked over his shoulder. “It’s just a little one.”
“Because I remember the parasitology course and- *gag*- can’t stand them. I’ve seen their little mouths under a microscope.”
“Well, that’s what you get for sticking things under a microscope,” Barak said. “Sometimes ignorance is bliss.”
Djao pulled and pulled and pulled, but to no avail. His boots squeaked on the polished duracrete. Nocturne had already sterilized the synthflesh joinery tissue and finished suturing the finger back into place, keeping Djao’s hand flat as it twitched. “If you keep moving, it’s going to take longer.”
“Don’t care,” Djao mumbled. “I don’t even need the finger. Take it back. I’ll make do.”
“Crash said Djao lost a finger?” Rizel’s voice came from the doorway. Djao absently kicked out again, trying to dislodge Barak.
“It would be an easy fix,” Barak said, readjusting. “If he’d stop moving.”
Crash and Veetch appeared behind Rizel, curious. “Did you fix it?”
“Not yet,” Nocturne said, annoyed. “Di’kut’s going to end up with nerve damage at best if he keeps it up.”
“Which one is it, one of the middle ones?” Rizel asked with a knowing gleam in her eye. “That’d be a shame, Jay, you need those.”
“Sure, yeah, just let the whole peanut gallery in to watch my medical episode,” Djao groused loudly. “Just line up and take a couple holos while you’re at it.”
“Is that an option?” Veetch asked. “I'll put them with the tattoo and dianoga pics.”
“Are those the kind of leeches that get bigger the longer they’re latched on?” Crash asked. “There’s some on Avaross that’ll grow for as long as they have a blood source—”
Djao screeched in anger, thrashing again. Barak and Nocturne glared.
“Not helping.”
“Sorry, Cap.”
Tagging: @autumnwoodsdreamer, @oloreaa, @fallen-knight, @jedi-valjean, and you!
@febuwhump day 8 prompt
~500 words
Characters: Crosshair, Mayday (& Hexx & Veetch!)
Read Here on AO3
Synopsis: Crosshair makes an uncharacteristic gesture.
“Fresh ration bars!”
The younger clone’s enthusiasm wasn’t feigned as he all but fell on the crate of supplies, grabbing at the bars. Tearing the wrapping with his teeth rather than cold-numbed fingers, he stuffed both in his mouth at once.
Crosshair wrinkled his nose in disdain, stepping back from the crate he had deposited in front of the three clones who manned the desolate outpost.
The older of the pair of troopers had summoned a weary grin, deep-etched lines of fatigue around his eyes easing just a little as he clapped his younger comrade on the back, teasing him for his gluttony.
“Take it easy, Veetch. You’ll choke.”
But he was helping himself too, a quick salute of gratitude thrown in Crosshair’s direction with a genuinely warm smile. The sniper balked at the expression, folding his arms and letting a frown settle back into place for his own part.
The bearded commander was more cautious, taking a bar and inspecting the wrapper as he turned it over in his hands thoughtfully. Eventually he pinned Crosshair with a shrewd look.
“Don’t they count these out each mealtime?” he asked, tone deceptively light.
The rations had been portioned out for the complement of Imperial staff on the mission, but Crosshair didn’t much care what the insufferable Nolan would have to say about one of the boxes going missing. He managed a shrug in reply.
“If your conscience is troubling you,” he said, reedy voice pitched low so as not to carry beyond their small gathering, “then pretend that these are my allocated rations and I’m donating them to you.”
“You’re going to get in trouble, trooper,” warned Mayday quietly, his gaze steady as he watched for Crosshair’s reaction. The sniper looked away, reaching up to fidget with his toothpick.
“You’re hungry. I’m not.” It was an irritated hiss. “If you don’t like it, put it back.”
Veetch turned a wounded look on his commander, mouth still half-stuffed with crumbs, and even Hexx shot a measured glance his way. Mayday took a deep breath, and sighed it out.
“Dig in, boys,” he said, popping the seal on the ration bar in his hands and taking a cautious bite. Hexx helped himself to a second bar whilst Veetch gathered more from the crate, stuffing them into belt pouches as well as a third one into his still-full mouth.
Crosshair watched with a sullen, unreadable expression, some dark thought storming behind his eyes. Mayday waved a ration bar in his direction.
“Want one?”
The sniper shook his head slowly, gaze shuttering as he turned away.
He knew hunger. Knew the gnawing in the bones as the body ate itself when food was in short supply.
This wasn’t that. This hollow feeling was different. An emptiness of another kind, one that the company of other clone troopers only threw into sharp relief.
Four defective clones, and a damaged reg. Stood around, sharing meals, laughing and riding high on the success of their latest mission.
He didn’t want a ration bar. It would only turn to ash in his mouth.
Want to read more about Mayday and his men? Find them here in Welcome to the Outpost!
Halloween is almost here! Choy thought that tooka and womp rat costumes would be cute and funny. Hexx is not feeling festive and is trying not to smile despite kind of liking how warm the tooka hat Choy made for him is (and liking her kisses) Veetch is super excited for the Kyrimorut Halloween fun. (Plus he just saw the rest of Choy’s costume, he likey)
I practiced a lil more rendering the hybrid style clone face that I’ve got in my mind. He looks a little like the animated clone with some real other person thrown in. This time I borrowed a young Sonny Bill Williams face for the realism.
In which Choy enjoys the attention of her boys who find ways to make it work.
Part 1
Word count: ≈4370
Main relationship: Clone Trooper Veetch/ force sensitive Earthling OC Choy/Clone Trooper Hexx (the clones are not shipped)
Warning: ⚠️ 🌶️gratuitous spicy content and there’s no QA here it’s straight to prod. This is a two parter for their first night together after the rescue. It’s almost 4k words of explicit descriptions of sex, piv, oral sex )male and female receiving and swallowing) mention of anal sex. Hexx and Veetch are not shipped- they are learning to share in a polyandry sort of arrangement. Fluff and aftercare and a little hint to the boys’ backstory are sprinkled in, but it’s mostly double your pleasure double your fun sex.
“You don’t have to keep carrying me up and down the stairs, you know,” Choy said, quirking her eyebrow. Hexx simply kissed her and took her glass. She stepped in the fresher and he went to the kitchen.
Choy closed the door of the sonic and let it blast her with damp pulses of hypersonic cleanliness. The sweat and grime of her journey to Mandalore, then Kyrimorut, and finally Barton IV was stripped away along with the boys’ contributions. Choy stepped out in a towel to find Hexx waiting with the glass full of water and a packet of crispy snacks. Choy took them from him with a kiss and sipped the water.
“Let’s try these. Ever had them before?” Choy said as she set the water down to open the packet.
“I’ve only ever had standard rations,” Hexx said, eyeing the snack curiously. She plucked out one of the little glazed snacks that reminded her of rice crackers, held it up and popped it in his mouth. He crunched it up.
“Wow, that one little bit has more flavor than a whole dry rat bar,” he said, taking the bag and fishing another out, “I bet Veetch will like these.”
“I picked these out with him in mind. He was munching on them at 79’s.” Choy finished her water, refilling it from the sink and handing it to Hexx. He gulped it down and set the glass on the table and took Choy in his arms.
“Are you tired, Meshla?” he asked stroking her damp hair back.
“A little, but I don’t think I can sleep, I’m too happy. And probably jet-lagged, er I mean jump-lagged.”
Hexx chuckled a little and held her head to his chest. She could hear his heartbeat and his deep voice resound, “Me too.” His hands roamed down her towel-wrapped body and squeezed her butt. “Would it be unfair of us to move on to round three without Veetch?”
“Already?” Choy asked with a wide eyed smile.
“Yeah I want to try with you on top and every other way we can think of,” Hexx said as he slid his fingers along her butthole.
“Is this something we could try?” he asked while gently pressing on her there.
Choy’s expression fell a little and she looked away from his eyes. “I’ve had a bad experience doing that,” she said, “but if you want I-.”
“No, no forget I asked,” Hexx said as he cradled her closer, “I don’t want you to do anything you are uncomfortable with.”
Her heart sang at him reassuring her with her own words. “Thank you, Hexx. I would try it with you though. We just need to do it right, but I think you would be gentle with me.”
He felt troubled and wondered what Choy had been through. “You know I would never hurt you?” he said as he caressed her bottom and tilted her chin up with his other hand.
“I do know,” she said, feeling warm and safe.
“Come over here,” He led her to the soft shaggy fur rug in front of the fireplace. Choy took her towel off and laid it down on the fur for them to sit on.
“I’m still squishy. Don’t want to squish on Archer’s furnishings,” Choy explained. Hexx kissed her.
“You don’t need to make an excuse to be naked with me. And sorry, not sorry we made you squish,” he smiled devilishly, putting his arm behind her and squeezing her butt.
“I’m not sorry, either,” she said to him with a sly look as she took the water and sipped. He smirked back and pointed at the fireplace.
“Veetch and I were wondering -what is this? Is it for fires?”
Choy found the boys’ inexperience with low tech and natural things a little sad but endearing. She nodded, “That is a fireplace. You put dry wood in there on that metal grate to burn it. It is for heating the room and can be used for cooking.”
“How cold does it get here?”
“I don’t know much about this planet. But it seems like this part has a mild temperate climate. I’m betting the winters aren’t too cold. Archer lives in a treehouse which would be brutal in a very cold winter.” She snuggled closer to Hexx. “Or maybe she lives in here for the winter.”
“Are you cold, cyare? Would you like a fire?”
“Sure, but just a small one, so it doesn’t get too hot in here, there’s some logs there ready to go.”
“We did this in training once,” Hexx said as he set a log on the grate. Choy set the water on the low caf table near them and stood and looked around the mantle. There was a small box which she opened. Inside were compartments filled with ignition sticks and a selection of kindling. She handed the box to Hexx.
He pulled out a handful of fluffy fiber and stuffed it just under the log and pulled out an ignition stick. He struck the stick on the rough side of the box. It burst to life and he cupped the flame as he lowered it to the floss. The floss flared hot and the fire spread around the log quickly. It crackled as it lit the room. Hexx added a couple more small logs and soon it was throwing plenty of heat out.
“Mmmm, nice and warm,” Choy said as she replaced the box on the mantle. She sat back down in front of the fire with Hexx and held her hands out. Hexx admired the way the flickering firelight danced on her face and her body and began to feel himself hardening again. She was about to tell him that he’d probably better have a talk with Veetch about what the ground rules for fair play were going to be when they heard a shuffling and thump of footsteps on the stairs.
“Ooo so it is for fires,” Veetch said from the stairs. Choy smiled at him as he ambled over. He sat next to Choy and she wrapped her arms around him feeling a tension he held melt away as she pressed her curves against him.
“Hey sleepyhead. Did we wake you up?” she asked as she tucked his hair back behind his ear.
“No, a dream did, then you weren’t there and,” he cut himself off and smiled, “but here you are.” He wrapped his big strong arms around her and sighed. “And there’s a warm fire and,” he cupped her boob with his hand, “we’re all good.”
“We are all good, baby,” Choy cooed and kissed his cheek. She pulled away briefly to grab the packet of snacks.
Remember these?” she asked him.
He popped one in his mouth. “Oh these!” he said between crunches and fished a few more out of the bag. “They are so good, you get some Hexx?”
“Yeah better than anything I’ve ever had. Except for Choy,” he added, brushing her hair aside to nibble on her neck, making her gasp and laugh.
“Mm she is better, you’re right,” Veetch nodded as he gobbled up the crackers. “Thank you,” he said as she handed him the glass of water. He gulped it down and got up to refill it. Hexx gave Choy a quick kiss and followed him to the little kitchen.
“Hey vod, same dream? You alright?” Hexx asked him. Veetch nodded. Hexx gripped Veetch’s shoulder reassuringly, “She got cleaned up, let's take turns in the sonic so we’re clean for her, too.”
Choy noticed the exchange and could feel the dream was something that plagued them both. Hexx ducked in the fresher first. Veetch returned with the glass and switched out with Hexx who had scrubbed quickly. Veetch was also very fast getting cleaned up. Military efficiency, thought Choy. Or they learned to be extra quick on Barton IV. Choy watched curiously as Hexx said something to Veetch who went up the stairs and returned with Hexx’s belt. Hexx opened a belt pouch on it and pulled out a small object, handing it to Veetch. They talked a little more, glancing over at Choy. Veetch’s expression showed increasing interest and they nodded at eachother. They went over to her and sat down on the towel on either side of her.
“Whatcha got there Hexx?” Choy asked, peeking down at his hands in his lap.
“Something that belongs to you.” Hexx held up his hand and placed a small folded bundle of black material in Choy’s hand. She unfurled it and held it up to the firelight. Her black lace panties from the night at 79’s when they met.
“You still have these?”
“I, I’m sorry I took them, I don’t remember how they got in my pocket to be honest.”
She looked at him impishly, “I put them there. Veetch do you still have the matching bra?”
“It’s back on Barton IV, I didn’t keep it in my belt box like Hexx kept this.”
“You kept my underwear in your belt?” She smiled at a slightly flustered Hexx.
“They made me feel good, like I had some warmth with me,” he said. “I couldn’t put my finger on where or who. But then when I woke up and saw you I instantly knew that warmth was you.” Choy drew in a breath sensing a deeply affectionate feeling that she didn’t want to name from the boys.
“Yeah it was like you were there the whole time when I woke up, too and could remember you,” Veetch agreed.
“Veetch really tried figuring it out though, Mayday wasn’t too happy with that.” Hexx glowerd, “even though he had Archer’s necklace. Didn’t even remember her.”
“No he wasn’t,” Veetch agreed.
“Sorry I got you in trouble, baby,” Choy said to Veetch and kissed his cheek.
“Don’t worry about Mayday, Hexx. Do you want to keep these?” She held the panties out to Hexx. He pushed her hand to her lap.
“I don’t need them now. I have you for real.”
“I’ll save them for special occasions,” she winked at him.
“Wait,” Veetch said, sitting up and pointing at the panties, “does that mean you weren’t wearing underwear at 79’s that night?”
“Not after we had sex. I went commando after that.”
“Commando??” Hexx laughed.
“It’s an expression from back home,” Choy giggled. “Haha I wonder what Fi would say to that.”
“Speaking of Fi, we also have something that he gave Hexx when we landed,” Veetch said, holding up a small bottle. Choy set the panties on the couch behind them and turned to Veetch.
“What is that?” she asked.
“It says it’s,” he squinted at it holding it in the firelight, “the basic under the Mando’a is tiny, “edible personal lubricant, all natural, uj’alayi flavored.””
“Ohhh really?” Choy asked.
“Yeah, he said to use this so you can walk tomorrow,” Hexx smirked.
Choy closed her eyes, “Oh my gosh.”
“We haven’t hurt you have we?” Veetch asked with concern.
“No, sweetie, no, and with this I guess I don’t have to worry about being sore,” Choy reassured him while taking and opening the bottle. Its label had a small picture of a slice of very drippy, syrupy uj cake with a dollop of cream on the top. She sniffed the contents, put a drop on her finger and smeared it around with her thumb. It seemed to spread with a mind of its own and felt slipperier than any lube she’d ever encountered before. She handed the bottle back to Veetch and licked her finger.
“Ooo this actually tastes good,” she smiled and held her finger to Veetch’s mouth. He licked it and circled her finger with his lips to suck on it. She pulled it back after a moment and held her thumb out to Hexx to do the same.
“Not bad, but I want to taste you without it first,” Veetch said as Hexx ran his tongue along her thumb while he sucked it.
“Well I’m all nice and clean now for you,” she said as she caressed herself between her legs. Hexx made a growl sound as he bit down on her thumb a little.
Veetch tipped her chin up and kissed her softly. His hand joined hers on her pussy and he kissed back along her jaw to her neck. She made little mewling sounds as he nibbled and sucked the spot there that he knew drove her wild. Hexx released her thumb and joined in on the other side of her neck and together they gently laid her back on the fur and kissed and caressed her down her body. They paid extra attention to her boobs, especially Veetch, cupping and squeezing and sucking them.
“We want to make you feel amazing, Mesh’la,” Veetch said with a smack of his lips as Hexx ran his tongue around her navel making her squirm.
“You have!” she gasped as they both ran their tongues along her hip creases, tickling her deliciously.
“I mean where we do all the work and you get to enjoy.”
“You just lay back, and let us take care of you,” Hexx said before licking and biting along her inner thigh. He and Veetch seemed to be of one mind as they spread her legs wide and kneeled between them. Veetch leaned down and licked his tongue flat against her folds then licked at her clit before circling it with his lips and sucking. Hexx watched her pleased expressions light up her face as he squeezed himself.
She keened as Veetch pulled off and moved over for Hexx to take his place. Hexx swirled his tongue around the little bundle of nerves, through her folds and probed into her cunt. He slid his hands under her hips to lift her a little and dove in deeper with his tongue, absolutely feasting on her. She gasped and sighed every time his nose rubbed her clit.
He pulled off and crowded over her to kiss her. His whiskers glistened with her wetness. She smelled and tasted herself on him.
“You are delicious, Choy,” he graveled as he rubbed her with his thumb. Behind him Veetch opened the lube with a pop. “Give us a second to get ready,” Hexx kissed her again and rose up to turn to Veetch.
“Oh wow this is amazing.”
“Where has this stuff been all my life?”
“It should be standard issue.”
She could hear the slapping of their hands on their dicks as they slathered on what she was sure was entirely too much lube and gave themselves a few long strokes. She put her hands behind her head and admired their efforts between her feet.
“You go first.” Instructed Hexx, “Just before you get to the point where you can’t stop then pull out and I’ll go.”
“Ok and then you then me and once we get her to cum we can finish.”
“Yeah.”
“Ok, but what if- I might-,”
“She won’t decommission you, Veetch.”
“Heh, right,” Veetch laughed and turned to Choy who was enjoying their strategizing banter. “I thought I should put a squirt of this on you but I think we’ve got enough on us already,” he said, setting the bottle aside as he thumbed through the glob of lube on the tip of his dick. He hovered over her on one elbow and slathered it on her mound and clit. They locked eyes and he held himself to her entrance and pushed into her with a sigh. He slipped out and in leisurely while still hovering, just enjoying the feeling of dipping into her heat. They held each other’s gaze as Choy ran her hands up his rippling arms supporting himself on either side of her head.
“Oh so hot and wet, Choy, you feel so good,” he marveled.
“You too, Vee. I feel so full of you.”
“Get down on her, Veetch, so you rub her little spot with your front,” coached Hexx from the side while stroking himself.
“I’m just having fun, Hexx. You’ll see her feel good though,” Veetch’s soft adoration in his eyes became more heated. He pushed his hips flush to hers and cantered against her clit, scooping upwards so he pressed against the top of her walls. He wanted to show her how good he could be. Choy gasped and lifted her own hips to increase his angle and pressure. Veetch pressed her hips back down with his and pinned her for a moment.
“Ah-ah, we’re doing all the work this time,” he play-scolded. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead as the room grew warmer. He rooted her down, keeping her pressed to the plushness of the towel and rug and rocked his dick in along her top wall. Veetch’s new confidence and assertiveness was turning Choy on even more. Her face was a mask of lust as she held his big shoulders and gave him control. He steadily increased his pace till suddenly pulling out. Choy whined as he breathed deep and turned away from her gaze.
Hexx nudged him aside, settled fully between her legs and slipped into her. His eyes locked on hers as he pushed his hips real low how he knew she liked and picked up where Veetch left off, driving into her with a squelching slap slap slap. Choy wrapped her ankles behind him and rewarded him with the little ohs and ahs she noticed that they really liked her to make. She was about to reach her peak when Hexx pulled out. She keened with the loss of sensation.
“Go ahead vod,” he panted, “coup de grace is all yours.” Hexx moved over for his brother.
Veetch slipped his in again and noticed Choy felt tighter as he resumed Hexx’s pace. She refrained from rocking her hips with his as he found her edge again. He felt her tighten around him as she felt a deep pleasure inside her core. She cried out as her orgasm radiated through her body and gripped Veetch hard as the ecstasy flashed through her. Veetch rode her through it till she was done and pulled out.
“Oh boys, that was amazing.” Choy breathed, “Veetch you did so well, but you didn’t have to stop. It’s your turn, or- here, let me do something now for you two.” She started to sit up before Hexx stopped her.
“Can I taste you with the lube now?” he asked. Veetch brightened up.
“I want to try too,” he enthused.
“Oh, go ahead boys,” she parted her legs again and held their heads against herself as they took turns licking at her puffy folds and lapping up her sweetened juiciness. She squirmed with overstimulation as Veetch finished his turn.
“If that’s what uj cake tastes like, that’s all I’m ever eating,” Veetch joked as Choy sat up and faced the two of them. She took their achingly hard dicks in her hands as she explained their options.
“So. you’ve got choices. Cum inside me like before or either take turns with you in my mouth or one of you can be in my mouth while the other kriffs me from behind. Or you two can move closer so I can suck you both at the same time.” She looked down at their girths and had second thoughts about that, “I’ll do my best, you’re both big.” She felt easy agreeableness from Veetch while Hexx seemed to hesitate a fraction of a second. “You won’t have to worry about implants or pregnancy with oral?” She suggested.
“I’d rather take turns,” Hexx said, “in your mouth this time.” He pressed his dick into her hand more.
“But that means- oh- more work for Choy, vod,” Veetch said as Choy squeezed him harder.
“It’s ok Veetch, I’m good for whatever you both are comfortable with,” said Choy. “And lucky for you boys, I like sucking dick.” She let Veetch think about what he wanted.
“Alright,” she smiled at them, “Practice your control while I take care of Hexx,” she added with a kiss to Veetch’s lips. She kept stroking Veetch as she sank down in front of Hexx and nuzzled his cock with her nose. He smelled musky. She licked a stroke up his dick from its base to head while squeezing Veetch harder. Veetch closed his eyes and breathed through his nose as Hexx groaned and threaded his fingers through her hair while she sucked him into her mouth and ran her tongue around the flare of the tip. She tasted the fruity lube combined with the tang of her own juices. She looked up at him and saw him staring back slack jawed and lusty through his whiskers and shaggy hair.
“I can’t, can’t hold it, I-“ Hexx panted as she drew him in and bobbed her head a couple times bringing him in deeper. With the hand not on Veetch she pressed a point under her lower lip so she wouldn’t gag as he hit the back of her throat. She let him pump into her mouth as much as he needed to feel satisfied, but she could tell he held back, unsure if he’d hurt her. His pace stuttered as his shaft swelled against her lips.
“Oh Choy,” he growled with a grunt, pushing into her as he came. His hot salty cum filled her mouth as she sucked him harder and swallowed as she pulled off. He pulled her against him as he flopped back on the fur rug. She had to let go of Veetch as he brought her down with him.
“Are you ok, cyare? I didn’t hurt you did I?” Hexx asked her, caressing her jaw and lips.
“Hey, now you’re hogging her,” Veetch protested.
Choy smiled and kissed Hexx. “You did great, I’m fine,” she said against his lips.
His eyes were closed but he smiled blissfully. Choy sat up and turned to a very eager looking Veetch.
“Next time you can be first, Vee,” she said as she pressed up against him and grabbed his penis for a few quick strokes as she kissed him. He bent down to suck on each tit a little as he ran his hands over her, grabbing at her softer rounder curves.
“Where do you want to cum, Veetch?” Choy asked him while working him up with her hand. He looked conflicted. “Want to cum in my mouth, too? But don’t want to make more work for me?”
He looked a little guilty, “No- yeah,” he admitted.
“Well let’s try it, see what you think.” She sank down to caress up his muscular thighs and press a kiss to the head of his dick. She licked around its rim. He was also musky and sweet and tangy. Veetch moaned and grabbed at her hair on the back of her head.
“Oh I’m so close,” Veetch said, moving one hand to squeeze the base of his shaft.
Choy moved his hand away and grabbed it herself as she brought him in further then sucked harder as she raised off of him. “Just let go, Vee, you can do the work,” she said looking up at him. He nodded and watched her as she wrapped her lips around him again. She reached around with her hands and pulled his hips toward her. He caught on to the idea and held her head to thrust steadily into her mouth.
“Oh, Mesh’la,” he gritted as his mind blanked out and his release burst against the hot softness of her throat. She swallowed it down and sucked more as she pulled off of him causing him to shudder. Choy rose up and circled her arms around his neck. He looked at her with adoration as she brought him down to lay next to Hexx with her in the middle just like in the bed before. The boys wrapped her in their arms and legs again and nuzzled close to her.
“Was that too much work?” Veetch asked, wiping a drip off the corner of Choy’s mouth with his thumb.
“No, not at all. You guys had a harder job taking turns earlier, having to keep stopping.”
“That made finally cumming feel ten times better,” Veetch said.
“Yeah, it was so good,” Hexx agreed, “even though it wasn’t deep inside you,” he added with an edge of deviousness.
“Let’s do that next time. I just can’t right now,” said Veetch. “Was it good for you?” he asked Choy.
“You both made me feel very good, like I’m the luckiest girl in the galaxy,” she said and felt them puff up with pride.
“You aren’t glowing as much, though, as last time,” Hexx noticed.
“Here, let me show you how much glow I'm holding back,” she said and loosened her control on her force connection letting herself connect to it fully. A swirling sparkling radiance surrounded her and the boys stared as her skin seemed lit from within. She felt a bit relieved to let go like that and closed her eyes.
“Don’t hold back,” Veetch said, looking a little dazzled by her glow, “you are so beautiful like this. Besides, you get rounder and juicer when you glow,” he added and she felt him squeeze her tit and Hexx slide his hand around to squeeze her ass like she was a ripe fruit.
Choy smiled and felt both clones kiss her and soothe her arms and body with their big hands, whispering endearments both sweet and filthy. She relaxed deeply. Their muscular arms and legs rested on her like a hot weighted blanket as the fire crackled. Content beyond her wildest dreams she drifted off to sleep.
Choy’s consciousness stirred as she felt her body shift and rise upward then smoosh against a chest. The room was darker and cooler.
“Shh shh shh, I’ve got you, let’s get you in bed, cyar’ika,” said the owner of the chest. She tried to snuggle closer as he carried her up the stairs. He laid her down on the soft mattress and Choy blinked up at him. At Hexx.
“Mmmmm, cuddle me? Where’s Veetch?” she said to him. Hexx laid down to spoon behind her as Veetch joined them and cozied up to her front. Hexx nuzzled and kissed Choy’s hair behind her ear and held her hip while Veetch scooched down to nestle his face in her breasts. Choy held Veetch’s head and cuddled him close. She felt surrounded by affection and caring and protection. And desire. Best get some rest, her sleepy brain thought, these boys are just recharging for the next round.
Veetch/ force sensitive OC Choy, Tech/Twilek OC Una plus cameos from GGN
Rating: parts 1-3 and part 5 are sfw, part 4 is spicy and the interlude is very nsfw
Word Count <2000
A continuation of this and this
An Elaboration from this
Story and art under the cut
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Vetch and Hexx disappeared into the crowd, blending in with the bodies and lights and haze from the fog machine that had been kicked on. Choy felt a tap on her shoulder.
“Can you ‘elp me with the other big feathers?” Una, her tall Twilek friend, leaned down once again to bring her fontage arrangement within Choy’s reach. “Zey are all loose and annoying.”
“I’ll leave the little ones. How’s that?” Choy secured a couple flowers in the gap left by the feathers which she handed to Una as she stood up.
“Ahh so much better, thank you, Choy.” Una absent mindedly tugged and twirled one of her lekku and looked around at the people around her.
Choy’s eye was caught by a flash of white and the red glow of a small low light camera. There was a group of men of different sizes standing off to the side, one was huge. “Hey let’s go introduce you to Tech! You two should get a picture together at least!”
“Who eez Taeck?”
“Teh-“ Choy emphasized the short vowel, “Tech. Short for technical or technically. He’s one of clone force 99. The Bad Batch. You were staring at him when we got here. The one in white,” Choy explained as they skirted the walls of 79’s rather than cut across the throng. At the back door there was a clone with half white hair smoking a death stick. He took in the sight of them and squinted. Choy arched an eyebrow and pulled on Una’s hand.
“Oh, Tehhhch,” Una practiced. “He eez a clone? He does not look much like one,” she whispered to Choy as they got closer.
Tech was scanning the crowd and pressing a button on the side of his goggles. Wrecker was just behind him and had noticed the Twilek staring. He said something to Tech, who continued to scan the room opposite the girls.
“No, over there, 9 o’clock!” Wrecker grabbed the top of Tech’s head and twisted it to face him towards Una.
Choy snickered at Wrecker’s tactic, “🎵Una, he’s looking at you🎶,” she said letting her voice rise up and down in a singsong, “let’s go do introductions.” Choy pushed her around and forward.
Wrecker and Tech watched as Una approached. Tech swallowed hard. “Hey guys!” Choy cheered up at the tall clones.
“Choy!” Wrecker boomed, scooping her up in a bear hug.
“Aw you brought Lula!” Choy said, “fancy hat you got there big guy.” Wrecker set her back on the floor gently and she straightened her corset
“Aw, well, yeah, yeah it goes with my jacket, but I got too hot, I’m, this place is burning up,” he stammered, pulling on his shirt collar as he watched Choy lean forward a little to reset a boob that was threatening to escape.
She noticed his slack jawed stare. “Sorry, wardrobe malfunction. Anyway- this is Una, she’s my best friend at the temple and we snuck her out for some fun tonight.” Choy said gesturing to Una. Tech, I love the look you went with, you two match! Tech?”
“Yes nice thank you Choy, to see again you. You are lovely to make my acquaintance,” Tech said in a daze to Una. Choy barked a good laugh at Tech. Una giggled, “Zee pleasure is all mine.” She held her hand out for him to shake and he flipped it over to bow and kiss her knuckle. She blushed through her white makeup and brought the feathers up to hide her gasp.
“Would you like to dance?” asked Tech.
“Oh yes but I don’t really know how to like everyone else is,” she said looking around. “This is a bit different than what, what I used to do…” she trailed off.
“That is quite alright. I will instruct you.”
“Oh reallly romantic, professor Tech,” Wrecker laughed, rolling his eyes. Tech glared at him and led Una out onto the dance floor. They shone like a beacon in the lasers and strobe lights. Una copied what he did at first, but quickly picked up on him being supremely goofy. She adjusted her dancing to be more like the girls around her.
“She’s a natural,” Choy laughed.
“Good thing,” Wrecker said, shaking his head at Tech.
“She really derailed him. Where’s the rest of you guys?” Choy asked him.
“They went to get drinks at the bar I think, it’s been a while.” He turned around scanning the bar area. “Uh oh, hahahahaha, looks like Hunter’s making friends,” he pointed down the bar over the heads of the crowd near them. “Oh,” he said noticing Choy craning her neck and hopping on her tip toes. “Here I’ll give you a boost,” he said, encircling her waist in his huge hands and lifting her like she was a little Tooka. The scene of what looked like a tiny, half naked human woman ferociously grappling Hunter who was also mostly naked appeared over the crowd. A bubblegum pink and purple Theelin was trying to pry her off of him. And around on the other side f the bar by the service door were two clones and a keg. One was attaching a tube from the keg to the other man. Wait, Choy squinted, was that- “That’s Crosshair’s girlfriend,” Wrecker said, his head level with hers now, “she don’t like Hunter one bit.”
“Clearly,” Choy laughed as Wrecker set her down, “but I can totally see Crosshair and her together.” She wondered to herself about the clones with the keg. “Have you seen Echo?”
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“Hexx, Veetch, you’re dismissed,” Mayday said as he studied the rose in his hand. His men saluted, looked at eachother and walked away.
“Finally. I’m getting a drink, you going to go find little miss flirt?” Hexx asked, crooking an eyebrow.
“Yeah,” Veetch said, “you good for the minute?”
“Go get’er.” He clapped Veetch on the shoulder.
Veetch wandered through the club, head on a swivel. The girls weren’t where he’d seen them before. He backtracked toward the bar and saw the tall Twilek dancing with a tall human guy wearing a fancy white outfit. But poofy black dress girl wasn’t there. He scanned the crowd below their heads for her hair and bows as he kept moving. Bodies bumped and slinked past him as he made his way across the dance floor. Then he saw a really huge soldier with blast scars across his face wearing a top hat. He towered above the people around him even as he bent down to lift up- poofy black dress girl. He held her up to his eye level and they laughed at something by the bar. He’d better get over there- if the giant was making moves on her he’d not have a chance against that guy. Veetch struggled forward as the song ended and several couples all crowded in his way.
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Tech and Una walked over to Choy and Wrecker. “Echo?” Wrecker asked, confused, “He wasn’t with us.”
“You two looked great out there,” Choy smiled at her friend and Tech.
“Yeah. Una looked great,” Wrecker laughed.
“You should get a picture together,” Choy said as Tech shot Wrecker another glare. “There’s a holo booth right over there,” Choy pointed at a curtained box nearby. There were two pairs of feet visible below the curtain.
Una and Tech glanced at each other. Tech tipped his head that way and gave her a small smile.
“I have some credits, my treat,” Choy said as she walked over with them. The couple inside exited, laughing at their strip of flimsy. Tech held the curtain open for Una and helped her protect her fontage as they folded their tall frames inside the booth. Choy fished a credit out of her bra and looked up to see a familiar, bearded face watching as she pulled it free from her cleavage. Veetch, she remembered, noting his slack jawed gawking.
“We are ready, Choy,” Tech said inside the booth.
“Alright,” Choy said, locking eyes with Veetch and slipping the credit in the booth’s pay slot. She slid her hand down the side of the booth as Veetch held one hand out to her, his other behind his back.
“Would you still like to dance with me, er…”
“Choy, short for Echoy’la,” she said, taking his hand. His expression showed some surprise and concern and he asked, “Are you Mandalorian? That’s a Mandalorian word.”
“No, your brothers named me and it just stuck I guess.”
“Well I hope you aren’t lost or sad anymore,” he said, bringing his other hand to cover hers. She glanced at it and noticed three of his fingers were shortened, missing the tips and scarred. He quickly withdrew that hand and looked a little hesitant hoping she wasn’t disgusted by his injury.
She stepped into his space more and smiled reassuringly at him, “I’m happy right now.” She found his scarred hand with her free one and grasped it, holding his hands down and to the sides as she inched closer. She could feel the expected mix of emotions off of him as well as something else. Looking at each of his eyes in turn and down his nose to his mouth she asked, “How about that dance, trooper?” Gratitude. It was gratitude to something big.
He let out the breath he’d been holding and moved back pulling her forward towards the dance floor. “Yeah let’s dance,” he grinned through his whiskers. She noticed a discolored darker patch on one of his cheeks. He led her out to a space in the throng of dancing bodies and turned around. Choy was already bouncing to the beat and shimmied right up into his space. She had noticed his boots had some impressive spikes which she stayed mindful of. He kept a modest distance facing her, only reaching for her waist as he noticed more single troopers start circling and angling themselves to cut in. As he put a hand on her waist the music faded and a bell-like tone sounded out cueing a slow and romantic song. Veetch looked up from his hand and at her face to gauge her willingness to slow dance with him.
Choy had felt the attention of several men around her. She subtly angled herself away from each in turn and drew closer to Veetch feeling a flash of possessiveness from him. He put his hand on her waist and, as she placed her hands on his shoulders, the song ended. Several couples and all the single guys except for one left the dance floor as tones rang out resonating with etheric and melancholic lilted vocals. She felt him hesitate and his body language offered to leave the dance floor. She circled her hands around the back of his neck and looked up at him through her lashes.
He softened his gaze on her and brought his other hand to her waist, pulling her closer. As close as the stiff crinoline petticoat would allow. He swayed her around a little, turning in a slow circle. She noticed the solo clone out in the middle of the dance floor moving in exaggerated sensual movements with a fan in his hand. He was absolutely in his element she felt. It made her smile.
She felt Veetch’s hands explore the curve of her back, her waist and slide down till they hit the flare of the skirt’s stiff structure. Deflected from her hips, his hands roamed and caressed back up. His thumbs followed the corset’s boning up to the cups of her breasts. He hesitated there and curled his fingers into her back. He stared at her like she'd vanish and he’d never see her again. She slid her hands from around his shoulders and down to his strong chest. She could feel his heart beating and a pull of want, a craving for more warmth from her, and a tiny flicker of dread of this ending and coldness.
She decided to indulge him and pushed her hands under his cowl, finding the bare skin of his shoulders. Veetch squeezed her more, his thumb testing the plush give of the curve of her breast. Focusing energy through her hands she willed it to infuse Veetch with a deep comfort and heat. Veetch’s eyes widened as he felt this change inside him and saw a glow around Choy. He paused his hands, he was confused as to where to take this. “Are you-“ he began to ask then looked past her.
Choy felt a presence close behind her. “Mind if I cut in,” a voice almost growled.
