Respecting Elders
Anakin watches as the stars outside the ship zip by before his eyes. Only ten, soon to be eleven, and already his life has been filled with the wonders of the galaxy - stars, comets, space craft, and visiting entire new worlds. If only his mother could be here to applaud him for doing so much at such a young age.
If she knew of his secret affairs with Jarjar, though, surely she'd turn over in her grave. It's thanks to Jarjar, however, for keeping his mind off the more negative things. As he sits nearby, dancing and singing in his seat, he sings and laughs, excited to get to their destination.
Master Yoda, an old, stout, goblin-like man sits beside him, attempting to keep his patience.
"Jarjar!" Yoda scolds, "Conserve your energy, you must! A nuisance you are being!"
"Mesa no can help it Yodi-day!" Jarjar giggles, "Mesa want ship to land so can play with Annie!"
Anakin looks over to Jarjar and gives a sweet smile. Yoda shakes his head and gets down from his seat, taking the available one next to Anakin.
"How can he be so hyperactive, so?" Yoda mutters.
"He's just excited, Master," Anakin smiles, "He is my dear friend - it's good that someone shows him kindness."
"Kindness is good, it is," Yoda says, "but better, a muzzle may be."
Anakin shakes his head and keeps his smile, turning his head back to the window, viewing the zipping stars and moons in the void that is space. Soon, a small round rock appears and the ship is heading straight for it.
"Master, is that Endor?" Anakin asks.
"It is," Yoda nods, "A party, there is. Participation is one of our gifts to this moon."
"It's a moon? Interesting - it looks big enough to be a planet all on its own. Endor... what's to expect there?" Anakin asks, looking out at the small planet-like moon.
"Ewoks, you see," Yoda nods, "Their appearance may be fierce, but kind are their hearts, young Anakin."
"I see. And... the prince there is marrying?"
"Yes, a wedding - there will be many guests."
"Guests! We are some of them, Annie!" Jarjar says, hopping out of his seat and approaching Anakin behind his chair and wrapping his hands around his shoulders, hugging both Anakin and the seat. "Wesa will play the hide-and-seeking! Oooh, and we can eatsa the foods!"
"You will do no such thing!" Yoda says, bopping Jarjar on the head with his staff, "Calm, you will be! Behavior, important it is - both of you. Understand?"
"Yes, Master Yoda," says Anakin.
"Okeeday Yodi..." Jarjar says, sitting down on the ship's floor, crossing his arms and legs, pouting.
The ship's landing is smooth and silent. Landing on Edor, Anakin, Master Yoda, and Jarjar can see the lovely environment in its fullest splendor. The Diamond Willow palace stands tall and firm, it's long, vine-like leaves hanging low and swaying in the gentle breeze, carrying a scent of sweet fruit on the wind. Yoda inhales the hair and releases a slow exhale with a smile. Placing both hands on his staff, he waits for the others to come out of the ship.
"This is where the engagement party is?" Anakin asks, looking to Yoda, "It's a nice place for it; it's pretty."
"Peace and harmony, young Anakin," Yoda smiles, "This place has much of it. A joyous place for an occasion, it is. Come, inside we'll go."
Jarjar catches up to Anakin, hugging his arm, "Annie! Annie, come see! A bi-i-ig gardens! So much leafy and smelly goo-oo-ood!"
"Maybe later - we need to go inside, Jarjar."
"Aw, Annie!" Jarjar wines, "Please!? Mesa want to show yousa the flowey!"
"Alright... but let's be quick about it... erm... M-master? Jarjar would like to show me something," Anakin says, looking to his Master.
"Quickly you will go and dawdle you will not. Inside we must be when the stars begin to shine. Understand, do you?" Yoda says, nodding.
"Be in before the stars appear." Anakin confirms.
"Very well. Harm nothing in the gardens," Yoda instructs, "If late you are, come looking I will."
"Yes, Master... come on Jarjar. Show me the garden, then," Anakin smiles, following Jarjar's lead.
Anakin follows Jarjar to an immaculate garden where acres of land are reserved and planted upon. Elegant marble statues and different plantae cover the entirety of the many acres, giving Anakin a clue as to why the air smelled of sweet fruits. Jarjar skips to a large fountain and places his hands in the water, giggling as he looks back to a very distracted Anakin.
"Annie! Lookie! Mesa hands is all wet! The watersa so chilly! So-o-o chilly, yes!" Jarjar giggles.
"Very nice, Jarjar..."
"Annie? Annie, why yousa so blue?"
"I'm not blue, Jarjar. This garden is just very peaceful. Look at how many plants there are... all the colors... the smells..." Anakin inhales the air deeply, opening his eyes to his goofy friend who smiles, lifting his hands as they drip with fountain water.
"Annie, do yousa want to play the Secret Game?" Jarjar asks, a smile gleaming widely as his tail beats against the ground.
"N-now?" Anakin chuckles softly, "out here? Jar, what if someone sees us? This is a palace!"
"Yes! Sos will be a royal game!" Jarjar giggles, pointing to his crotch, "Mesa knows its playtime, Annie!"
Anakin looks to Jarjar's swollen bulge, a lump forming in his throat. He remembers the last time Jarjar played his "Secret Game" with him. He can still feel the pain of his anus stretching and gaping from Jarjar's girth. The longer he stared, the more he could remember all the pleasure that he'd felt that day - all the sensations, all the touching, the feel of Jarjar's smooth scales grinding against his ass as his large cock slipped in and out of his tiny ass. The longer he thought about it, the harder his own erection became.
"Yousa want to, Annie?" Jarjar asks, snapping Anakin back to reality. Jarjar points down at Anakin's prepubescent erection, "Yousa seems so, Annie!"
"J-Jarjar... if we do it... we have to find a good spot," Anakin says quickly and nervously, "Someplace secret - it's our game remember. Ours, so we have to keep it secret."
"Okeeday, Annie... Mesa know it's secrets! Secret Game! Secret Game! La-lala-la-la-a-a-a!" Jarjar sings, skipping off to a random direction.
"W-wait for me!" Anakin says, chasing after his hyperactive alien friend.
The gardens are like a large maze, where instead of hedges and gates to disorient Anakin, flowers, trees, and statues block any clear views of Jarjar. Barely able to keep up with him, Anakin slows his running to a brisk walk. Calling for Jarjar in a rushed whisper, Anakin wanders at least an acre of the gardens' many acres.
"Jarjar? Where'd you go!? I thought we - g'waagh!" Anakin finds himself on his stomach, facing the ground. Looking up slightly, he can see Jarjar looming over, smiling at him upside-down.
"Annie! Yousa find Jarjar! Now wesa can play!" Jarjar giggles.
"Nearly gave me a heart attack, you..." Anakin is at a loss for words as he slowly stands up. Once he turns around, he sees that Jarjar is already rid of his clothing, holding his large, throbbing member in his strangely shaped hands. "You..."
"Mesa-a-a-a?" Jarjar inquires, "Never minds it, Annie - letsa play!" Before Jarjar can let Anakin get a word in edgewise, he leaps forward and knocks Anakin right back down onto the ground. "The foots game! The foots game, Annie!" Jarjar giggles, grabbing Anakin by the shoulders and falling backwards, pulling Anakin up on top of him. As Jarjar lands on his back, Anakin sits on Jarjar's belly.
"I'll need to get my shoes off..." Anakin chuckles sheepishly, fumbling to get his shoes off while Jarjar gently pokes and pets at Anakin's bulge. Anakin is able to get his shoes off and he slips downward between Jarjar's legs, feeling Jarjar's cock graze against him as he slides down.
Before him, like a strong tower, Jarjar's cock stands by itself. Kicking off his socks, Anakin can feel his heart beating faster as he raises a bare foot to Jarjar's thick, massive shaft. Gently, Anakin begins stroking his cool, soft feet against Jarjar's warm, fleshy rod, watching Jarjar's eyes slowly close halfway, signaling that he's enjoying what he feels.
Anakin gently movies his second now-bare foot to the other side of the shaft, massaging Jarjar's cock slowly in his soft, young feet. The cock feels warm in the arches of Anakin's feet as he applies a bit of pressure, sliding up and down Jarjar's throbbing shaft.
"A-Annie... Mesa feel so good, y-yes!" Jarjar whined, sounding happy and of course, satisfied, "Yousa feets are so small and so softs! They feelsa like nice cloth on Jarjar's secret toy, yes?"
"Y-yea, buddy... s-sure," Anakin says, unable to take his gaze away from Jarjar's cock, watching as precum drips down from the tip and onto his foot. "God..." Anakin slides his feet up and down Jarjar's shaft, feeling the hot cum warm up his cooling feet. He feels his own erection begin to throb and pulsate almost painfully, begging for release.
Without a single word, Jarjar sits up, slowly pushing Anakin onto his back, leaning down and licking up his neck while inching his pants down. Anakin closes his eyes and breathes heavily, helping Jarjar lower his trousers. Soon, Anakin's pants are off and tossed aside.
"Mesa can't hold it, Annie..." Jarjar pants, his breathing heavy and hot. He lifts Anakin's legs and slowly pushes his member into Anakin's ass, the head slipping into his ass with no problem, but the shaft, thick and swollen, takes a bit of time.
"It's so... big... Jarjar... it, mgh!" Anakin stammers, feeling his ass gaping with every tiny thrust Jarjar makes in order to push himself inside. "G-gah!" Anakin gasps, feeling Jarjar's entire length slip inside him. Feeling a small, pleasurable pressure in his stomach, Anakin looks at Jarjar through his thighs as Jarjar begins thrusting hard, moaning and giggling faintly.
Yoda inhales the air once again, taking in the delicious, sweetly scented air. Filling his lungs with the cool, crisp air, he exhales again, feeling at peace. "Lovely outside this time of year, it is," he says to himself.
Taking a bit of a stroll through the gardens, he can hear a bit of a rustling. It sounds as if something may be wrestling or playing a bit too rough near the delicate flora. Yoda shakes his head, suspecting Jarjar and Anakin to be playing a bit too rougly. Following the sound, Yoda can hear the rustling become louder - but amidst the rustling is moaning and hard breathing.
Peeking over a large hedge, Yoda's heart slams against his chest in disbelief. On the other side, he can see Jarjar and Anakin... having sex.
"Shocking, this is!" Yoda says to himself, quietly, "Believe this, I do not! What is happening - more so, why?!'
Yoda can't help but watch, unable to look away. The surreal vision before him is too much to fathom with just a single glance. Though his years of training and celibacy have claimed most of his life and morality, something deep inside him makes him more interested than disgusted.
Watching, Yoda can clearly see Jarjar holding Anakin's legs in the air while penetrating his ass. His long, thick cock, leaking with cum, pulling out and pushing back into Anakin's young, small behind is a small matter to Yoda. When he sees Jarjar thrusting and moaning while licking slowly at Anakin's feet, Yoda feels a sense of deep, straining hunger - yearning, even. The longer he watches, the more intense the hunger - and his arousal - becomes.
Yoda gently lays his staff on the ground and slips his hand down the trousers beneath his ancient robes. Feeling his shaft - something he hadn't touched in a long, long time, he knows that he cannot compare to Jarjar when it comes to size, but to feel it again in his hands is almost enough - almost. He gently strokes at his small, fat cock, watching his young student be taken sexually by this imbecile. For once in a long time, Yoda can put aside the small differences with Jarjar and simply enjoy the sensation: his hot, fat rod throbbing in his hands as he strokes, feeling the warmth and relief course his dwarf-like body.
He strokes himself harder as he watches Jarjar slip Anakin's big toe into his mouth, slowly suckling on it like a calf to a mother's teat. His tongue slowly circles around it, licking between it and the next toe in line. His tongue slowly wanders between the second and third toe, then between the next two, and the next... Yoda can't bear to watch any longer; his hand is not the pleasure he needs.
_Go now, I must... or miss out, I surely will!_Yoda swiftly pulls his hand out of his pants and steps across the hedge barrier that once separated him from the other two. Jarjar gasps and yanks himself out of Anakin's ass and releasing Anakin's foot from his grasp.
"Yodi!" Jarjar panics, "A-Annie and Mesa just plays game! I-i-it's just for funs, haha yes?"
"M-Master..." Anakin pants, blushing hard as he's caught - literally - with his pants down. A bit of cum leaks from his ass and his own precum leaks from his tip. His heart slams hard against his chest as he sees the disappointed look upon his mentor's face. "It... um... I just..."
"Know what you were doing, I do..." Yoda says in a most disappointed tone. "Jarjar, leave us. Now."
Jarjar wimpers slightly, backing away like a frightened rabbit, knowing what Master Yoda is capable of when he is angry. Without question, Jarjar picks up his bundle of clothing and trots quickly away, leaving Yoda and Anakin alone.
"Explain to me, you must - I know not why you've done this," Yoda says, doing his best to keep a straight face, to keep composure, and keep his erection concealed.
"Master... I just... I couldn't help b-but..." Anakin looks to his master's eyes - they are glassy and his pupils are dilated. Anakin's never seen this kind of glare in Yoda's eyes before - even though his brows are furrowed, his eyes are saying something else - something peculiar. Appealing to Yoda's better nature, Anakin explains, "Have you ever just... felt something inside you so great that you had to express? Something... big. Just... so big?"
"Yes," Yoda nods, looking over Anakin's young, exposed body, noticing the precum dripping down his tip, "This feeling, I know it."
"That's how I feel when Jarjar and I... do... this."
"I see."
"Master, are... you going to stop teaching me?"
Yoda stands silently, looking at Anakin's cock, watching it throb and leak precum just out of reach. That feeling Anakin described resides in Yoda even now. The urge to fornicate with his young student grows so large, so incomprehensible.
"Master... Master, please answer me!" Anakin panics, "Please... Master, I... I'll do anything!"
Yoda sighs, "Turn over. Face the ground."
"M-master?" Anakin asks in confusion.
"Do as I say, you will, or rewarded you will not be," Yoda says sternly.
Anakin obeys, hesitantly but wary. He watches as Yoda walks around to Anakin's field of vision, stopping just before him. Lifting his robe slightly, Yoda exposes one of his wide, green feet.
"Lick them, like Jarjar you must," Yoda commands, a smirk growing onto his face.
Anakin's heart drops to his stomach as he looks at Yoda's smirking face. Does this mean... I'm in the clear? He's my master... I have to do as he says, no matter the cost. If I'm going to be his student, I have to take his orders. He nods, looking at Yoda's clean, green-fleshed feet. They are shaped like bird talons, but in truth, they are soft and feel much like a human's feet. Not hesitating any longer, Anakin leans down, dragging his wet, hot tongue across Yoda's feet.
Yoda releases a small moan of pleasure as Anakin licks the first gap between Yoda's three toes. The earthy flavor from the garden's floor is fresh, almost like honeydew and freshly rained mist. Anakin finds himself craving more of the flavor, licking harder and a bit faster, beginning to moan himself.
"Very good, yes... very good," Yoda praises. He is caught by surprise when he feels Anakin slip a toe into his mouth, sucking it gently and swirling his tongue around it. Yoda's erection responds immediately, twitching and bobbing slightly just before Anakin's face.
Anakin switches to the next foot, tasting the sweet coolness of Yoda's feet and feeling his own erection throbbing harder. He remembers how Jarjar feels inside him, craving that feeling. He begins swaying his hips to and fro, slowly thrusting at nothing. Yoda notices right away and grins, pulling his feet away.
"You may stop," Yoda says with a smile, "Turn your back to me, you will."
Anakin nods, wiping away a bit of saliva from his chin, then turning away from Yoda, presenting his bare, used ass to his master. Jarjar's cum still leaks slowly from his tightened up anus - it will provide good lubrication. Yoda approaches Anakin and cups his ass, spreading his cheeks apart and licking slowly up his anus, tasting the saltiness of Jarjar's cum along with the warmth of Anakin's anus. Anakin can only respond in shivers and moans of pleasure.
Swirling his tongue around, he licks Anakin's ass clean of nearly all the cum. He lowers a finger to Anakin's cock, taking a large bead of precum and rubbing it slowly onto Anakin's anus. He smirks before giving Anakin a slap on the ass.
"Ready, you are... as am I," Yoda mumbles to himself. Standing on tip-toes, Master Yoda frees his cock from his trousers and presses the tip against Anakin's hungry anus, which already begins to open for him. Anakin breathes faster as he feels his master's small, but very thick cock enter his ass. The stinging of his anus stretching is enough to get him aroused even more, making him cum a little more.
Yoda begins to thrust in and out of his student's asshole, panting and closing his eyes. In all his years of celibacy, never has he felt a greater pleasure than intimacy. Claiming Anakin's ass was just the excitement he needed to loosen up his already too-serious heart, and more so, relieve his hard, throbbing cock.
Reaching beneath himself, Anakin strokes his cock, using his precum to lubricate his grasp, allowing him to slide up and down his shaft with ease. Moaning in pleasure, he backs up a bit, allowing Yoda to thrust a tad deeper. Though his cock isn't much longer than five inches, he is still able to excite Anakin in such a way that makes him moan harshly, begging his master not to stop under bated breath.
"M-Master... yes... please, don't... don't stop... I'll... I feel like..." Anakin pants, breathing harder as an intensity so large builds inside him that he can't contain.
"Do it," Yoda commands, "Release yourself!"
"M-Mas...ter!" Anakin grunts as he feels his ass fill with hot, slippery cum just as his hand becomes covered with his own. The two slow to a halt and breathe deeply, their heads spinning and their hearts racing.
Jarjar sits behind a tree in the garden, his clothes back on and his erection faded away. Pouting, his arms are crossed and his expression is much less than pleased or even happy, as he normally is. As he watches Yoda and Anakin cautiously sneak out from behind some of the hedges, Jarjar sighs angrily to himself.
"Mesa was supposed to playing with Annie..." he pouts, "If playing isa what Master Yodi want, then playing hesa get!" Jarjar grins, watching the two enter the palace. He soon stands up and heads toward the doors, ready to make amends with the grouchy, short Master Yoda.