FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

STAR WARS

THE CLONE WARS

Progress is impossible without change

It was finally time to return to the core. The clone war still raged in the outer systems, but their masters had been recalled to Coruscant for a much needed respite. The fact that both of their masters had been recalled at the same time was just a happy coincidence!

"It was hopeless," her best friend said, waving her orange hands about. "Droids as far as the eye could see. Tanks. Droid fighters. Droidekas. Super battle droids. All of it. They were marching and weren't stopping. But he stood out in front of the clones all by himself. He was holding them back, all alone against hundreds, thousands!"

Ahsoka swung an invisible lightsaber, deflecting imaginary blaster bolts. "It felt like forever, but then we heard it! Nothing sounds like incoming Y-wings!" She mimicked the approaching bombers with her hands and yelled "Ka-blam! Enormous balls of fire enveloped all of the droids. Their tanks tried to shoot them down, but there were some gunships hot on the Y-wings tails and made short work of the clankers!"

She smiled and clapped her hands appropriately. "That sounds wonderful! And you? Where were you during all of this?"

"Oh, I was up on top of the turbo tank. There wasn't as much fire there, but my job was to make sure it didn't fall to the separatists." She rolled her eyes and folded her arms over the thick red top wrapped around her modest bust.

"Ahsoka, defense is just as important as fighting on the front line." She reached out, setting her sage green hand on her friend's bare shoulder. "If Master Skywalker had fallen, then defense of the tank would have fallen to you. If both of you had stood against the droid army and died, then the droids may have captured the tank before the bombers arrived."

"Barriss," she said, looking her in the eye, "this isn't the only time this has happened. Anakin often orders me to stand back and watch him perform daring acts of heroism. He's always seeking glory and leaving me with the boring babysitting jobs."

She sighed heavily and shook her head slowly. "Your master understands battlefield tactics. If you had stood at his side, your daring defense might have been an heroic last stand."

Her friend sighed and rubbed her tattooed forehead. "You're right. I just hate that I always have to sit back and watch while he goes off and makes a name for himself."

"Jedi don't seek glory, or try to make a name for themselves," she reminded Ahsoka. "Come on, why don't we do something to take your mind off of things?"

"Oh, I don't know." The togruta perked and grinned mischievously. "How about we visit one of the seedier cantinas!?"

Her heart skipped a beat. "What? We aren't supposed to leave the Jedi Temple!" She glanced around the room of a thousand fountains and shook her head. "Our masters will be furious if we leave the temple and they'll assuredly kill us if we go down to one of those cantinas!"

"Don't be such a prude!" Ahsoka grabbed her hand and took off at a run. It was all she could do not to fall as she stumbled along behind the eager padawan.

"Ahsoka, wait!"

But she wouldn't wait. They rushed out of the temple and down the steps at the front of the temple. She tugged against Ahsoka, but her friend never slowed. Barriss's protests fell on deaf ears as they rushed into the streets of Coruscant. Before she knew it, they were in the dark streets beneath the upper level.

Ahsoka finally let go of her hand and clapped excitedly. "We're here!"

She looked around, more than a little uneasy with all of the looks they were getting. "I don't think this is such a good idea-..."

"Commander!" a voice called that was both familiar and yet unfamiliar. She turned to face the entrance of one of the nearest structures. There in the doorway stood a face she knew, yet alien. He was dressed in a GAR uniform. A clone so alike all of the others she had met, and unique in a way she could not explain.

"A clone bar?" she asked, looking at Ahsoka in disbelief.

"Well, yeah. You didn't think we were really going into the under belly did you?" Ahsoka smirked and spread her hands. "Invisec, maybe?"

"Well..." She blushed, her cheeks turning a deep shade of green.

The place wasn't exactly a mess or rec hall like on many of the Venator-class destroyers she'd been on, but it wasn't as seedy a place as she had thought Ahsoka was dragging her off to. Clones from a dozen battalions gambled all throughout the cantina. Sabaac here, Pazzak there. A band placed wagers on podraces at the bar while another group played pool in a corner.

Another group, much to Barriss's chagrin, whooped and hollered as they gathered around an upraised stage in the middle of the bar. Dancing around a polished silver pole on the stage was a rutian twi'lek wearing nothing but a smile.

Ahsoka deposited a drink in her hands that she didn't quite enjoy. Not at first. She knew it was a lomin ale, one of the galaxy's more common drinks, but she'd never partaken before. By the sixth, she had begun enjoying the beverage's pungent taste.

She let her hood down and her head started to bob with the music. Even the deafening tune had started to grow more enjoyable! All the while, she stayed close to Ahsoka, moving from table to table, bantering with the clones and even dropping a credchip or two on a few of the games.

Near the end of the evening, Ahsoka had begun to linger more near the middle of the bar, leaning on the stage the dancers used while they shed their clothes and collected credchips thrown onto the glowing platform.

Barriss's cheaks were heated the entire time, though whether that was because of the alien strippers or the alcohol wasn't clear to her at first. It became more clear what had her so embarrassed when Ahsoka drunkenly dropped the remainder of her credchips onto the stage. The twi'lek, this one an olive skinned one, scooped up the chips and stepped off the stage.

She could do nothing but stand and gawk, unsure what to say or do was the Twi'lek forced Ahsoka into a nearby chair and crawled into her lap. To her horror, the naked woman started grinding and rubbing herself against Ahsoka, even going so far as to unclip her friend's scant top and wave it in the air as she rubbed their breasts together.

Barriss's evening faded into a blur. She still couldn't believe what she had seen. The image of the olive skinned woman grinding against her topless friend, mashing their busts together and squeezing her thighs around Ahsoka's waist had her well, shaken.

The images were fresh in her mind even as she helped Ahsoka, still without her top, back up to the temple. Barriss had to sneak the togruta girl, wrapped in her dark cloak, through the halls to the orange girl's bed.

After she left, slipping back into the corridor outside, the reality of what had happened began to sink in. She wasn't sure what had happened or if it was real. Glancing down to the splotch in her tunic she didn't remember getting there, she knew it was real. That meant she had watched her friend throw away all of her credits for a lap dance from an attractive twi'lek stripper.

What bothered her more than that realization was the feelings she felt welling in her breast. Her heart thundered and her throat tightened. She had watched some strange woman molest her best friend, rub their bare boobs together and...

She nearly stumbled as the memory of those olive and orange tits rubbing together came back to her mind as clear as if it had just happened. She grew weak in the knees and a warmth kindled between her legs. Ahsoka's boobs, though modest in size, had been perfectly formed, firm, and beautiful.

Then those olive curves had concealed them and her heart pounded again. Her brow met as she stopped outside of her quarters and she glanced over her shoulder, as if to find the answer. But it wasn't there. In fact, it was right in front of her, much to her surprise. She was jealous.

Her heart leapt and adrenaline rushed through her veins. Ahsoka had dropped all her credits to get a lap dance. From a woman. A beautiful, green skinned woman. Was Ahsoka interested in women? She licked her lips thoughtfully then turned. It certainly seemed like it, but... she frequently flirted with the clones and a few of the younger senators.

She licked her lips again, then shook her head and clamped her eyes shut. She needed to stop that. Surely others knew her 'tell' as well as she did.

Before she knew what was happening, she her feet were carrying her back through the room of a thousand fountains toward the entrance. She didn't what she was doing or where she was going until she got there.

Back into the lower levels, her eyes looked around curiously. There had to be something around here, something to help her case with Ahsoka. Away from the upper, classier levels of Coruscant, someone had to have something to give Ahsoka, or something to boost her own confidence...

"I think I have just what you are looking for," a Devaronian hissed to her left.

She nearly jumped out of her skin. Barriss was used to the unexpected on the battlefield, but here on Coruscant? She silently berated herself and approached the pale skinned alien. "What? How do you know what I'm looking for?" she asked, wary of the obvious salesman.

The devious looking man gave her a toothy grin and tapped one of his dark horns. "Some liquid confidence, then?" He waved her forward, glancing this way and that as if checking for any evesdroppers.

Barriss glanced from side to side with him and leaned in close.

Faster than she would have thought possible, the devaronian lifted his hands and slammed a small cylinder against her arm. She felt the sharp needle punch through her sleeve and pierce her flesh.

"And since you're a Jedi, this one's on the house," the alien whispered in her ear. "Just know you owe Senjari a favor."

She pushed out of the Devaronian's grip and glared at him. What was that? She watched him twirl the stim in his hands and shook her head. She needed to get out of her, head to the medical bay at the temple.

Barriss turned and ran, stumbling as a fog settled over her head far worse than the lomin she had been drinking earlier. She stumbled and tripped on the stairs up to the main entrance of the temple. Thankfully the sun had not begun to rise so the stairs were deserted.

As she picked herself up, she felt a pressure in her long robes and a growing pressure in the tight leggings beneath. What was that stim!? She had to hold a hand out, running her palm against the walls as she staggered through the temple.

When she got to her destination, her hands fumbled with the hatch release. She must have hit every button on the activation panel before the door finally hissed open with a startling efficiency.

She nearly fell through the doorway, but she was here! The momentum of her near fall carried her inward and she fell onto the bed. She groaned, tugging at her long robes that flowed around her legs. A deep, discomforted moan left her mouth and she arched her back as the pressure only grew.

"Barriss?" a voice she knew she recognize asked. "Barris, what are you doing?"

She lifted her eyes and blinked the fog away. She turned to see her friend Ahsoka sitting up in the bed beside her still wearing only her white tights. Her beautiful breasts were staring her in the face and Barriss felt her confining robes grow even more stifling.

"Seedy vender... in the undercity," she muttered. "Gave me weird stim!" She groaned and arched her back. "So tight! I feel like I'm being squeezed to death!" Her hands fumbled with her belt and she whimpered. "Gotta get out of these clothes!"

"What?" Ahsoka asked, sitting up. "Why?"

"Get me ooooout!" she whined, throwing her belt across the room.

Ahsoka was on her in an instant, tearing at her clothes with a frustratingly lesser haste than her own. It took several more seconds than she would have liked but she felt the cool, recycled air on her bare breasts at last. But that tightness was still in her leggings.

She clawed at her lower robes and trousers, and kicked at the fabric in a desperate attempt to get out of the stifling garments. At long last, she felt the cool air bathed her legs and groin, but it did little to soothe the burn.

"Um... Barriss?"

She lifted her head and stared up at her friend who stared rather intently at her lower body. What was that all about? She had just had a naked twi'lek grinding and rubbing against her, what had Ahsoka so-...

Her eyes widened as she followed her friend's gaze and beheld a long, pulsing green penis bobbing above her groin. How had that...? When did she...?

She looked up, ready to voice those questions to her friend but her eyes had locked on Ahsoka's heaving breast. She licked her lips but this time not in nervousness. As was the theme for her tonight, before she knew what she was doing, her hands were at Ahsoka's belt. Ignoring her friend's protests, she pulled Ahsoka's tights and boots from her body, discarding them like unwanted garbage.

When her legs were bare, she reached up and squeezed Ahsoka's thighs tightly. She gave a needy moan and shook her head. "Why are you so against this?" she asked. "You paid that stripper to molest you. What's the difference between paying her to do that and me?"

"That," Ahsoka said, curling her warm digits around her throbbing green appendage.

She gasped and bucked her hips inadvertently against her friend's palm and moaned.

"I didn't know you had a penis," Ahsoka said. "If I did, my fantasies would have been..."

"Your fantasies?" she asked, looking down at the togruta's hand that had started stroking up and down. "You have fantasies about me?"

"Yes," Ahsoka admitted. "I have been trying to find a way to see if you were interested, but... I guess that's a yes. I just didn't expect all of..." She squeezed Barriss's length, making the Mirialan gasp.

"Neither did I!" she said in her own admission. "It must have been that stim the Devaronian gave me..." She lifted her eyes, trailing her gaze along Ahsoka's orange body. "Please, I need this."

"Barriss, I'm scared."

She nodded, crawling up along her body. Their skin slid along one another and as her sensitive nipples glided over her friend's smaller ones, she quivered and gasped. "So am I." With a skill she didn't know she had, she pressed herself into her friend's tight, hot folds.

"Barriss," Ahsoka pressed her hands against her shoulders, pushing weakly against her. "Wait!"

She heard the words, but it was as though she didn't understand them. She pressed her hips forward, spreading Ahsoka's folds wider as she plunged deeper. Barriss gasped and moaned loudly as more and more of her new appendage disappeared deeper into her friend.

When their hips finally pressed firmly together, she moaned and pressed her lips against Ahsoka's. She tasted sweet with a zest altogether unexpected. Nothing like she had imagined

Slowly, the hands at her shoulders slid up and around, encircling her neck and pulling her down tightly. As the shortness of breath took hold, Barriss parted their lips and stared down into her friend's eyes.

"Ahsoka..."

The togruta moaned and rocked her hips. "Barriss, please." The young padawan's moan was music to her ears. "Please, I've wanted you for so long. Not like this, but..." Her orange hands slid down and Barriss felt them squeeze her rump. "Please fuck me."

Instincts she didn't know she had drew Barriss's hips back then drove forward. Each time her length pressed inward, their voices called out in chorus. The pleasure was coming to fast! Her pace increased and somewhere far away, she heard Ahsoka's pleas.

She arched her back and forced herself deep. She felt her tip seat itself against her friend's cervix and all at once, Ahsoka's body started squeezing and quaking around her.

She threw her head back, crying out loudly as balls she hadn't had an hour ago tightened against her groin. She felt her length throb as pleasure rushed through the entire length of her appendage.

Ahsoka hugged her tight and she felt the world turning. She gasped and gave a yelp as she was spun about. Then Ahsoka was above her, staging down into her eyes.

She felt her hands being lifted, guided up along the sweaty sheen of her friend and lover's tight abs and up to her modest breast. When her palms pressed against those firm swells, she moaned and gave an exploratory squeeze. "I've wanted to touch these for so long."

Then the togruta was moving again, lifting her hips slowly before lowering back down. Barriss gasped as her over-sensitive dick was squeezed and stroked. She bucked wildly as the sensation overwhelmed her.

"Ahsoka, stop!" she begged. "Please stop! It's too much!"

Her friend just grinned down at her and shook her head. "Oh no. No, no."

Barriss felt a sense of dread fill her. She couldn't hold out like this! It was too much! Much too much for her to handle!

"I asked you to slow down, but did you?" The togruta grinned and leaned forward, kissing the top of one of her dark, firm nipples gently. "You just kept fucking me, didn't you? Now, I'm going to fuck you while you beg me to stop!"

Barriss wasn't sure whether she should be upset about this or elated that her dream had finally come true! She had always pined for the togruta padawan, but only in her wildest dreams had Ahsoka ever been a willing participant.

"I'm too sensitive!" she pled. "It's too much for me to.. to...!" She arched her back and squealed as she felt another wave of intense pleasure wash over her. She felt more of her heat rush into Ahsoka's belly and heard the togruta moan somewhere far away.

That was before her world turned to black.

When she came to, the sun had begun to filter through the blinds in the window. The blankets had been drawn up over her and she was warm and nestled in bed. She sighed and rubbed her head. She had a bit of a headache, a testament to the previous night's drinking.

Oh yeah, the drinking. She sighed and closed her eyes. A tear formed at the corners of her eyes and her heart sank. Had it all been a dream? One long, vivid wet dream? Her heart broke into a million pieces. Her dream of finally revealing her feelings to Ahsoka had all been a drunken hallucination.

An arm looped around her waist and dragged her back against a warm, slick body. Her eyes widened and she gasped. She sat up and threw the blankets off of herself. She was naked and so was the togruta laying at her side.

"AHSOKA!" she exclaimed, shaking her head in disbelief. "What are you doing here!?"

The togruta smirked, her eyes still closed tiredly. "These are my quarters, Barriss."

"What am I doing here!?"

Fingers reached out and coiled around an appendage she had thought had been apart of her hallucination. She gasped and bucked her hips against the squeezing fingers. She was still hard?

"Don't you remember?" her friend asked. "You were professing your undying love for me, last I remember. Begging me to run away with you and have your babies."

She had said that!? She clutched at her head and shook it. "No, no, that was all a dream..."

"If it was," Ahsoka whispered, finally sitting up. "I never want to wake up."

As Ahsoka's lips pressed against hers, Barriss's worry melted away. Yes, that had been real and this was real and all of it was something she thanked the Force for.

Or maybe she should go thank the Devaronian.