Ahsoka's Task Pt. 01

Only when Ahsoka was totally satisfied that Padme was out cold did she emerge from behind the pillar, from behind her puppet-master vantage point, a wicked smile upon her orange and white face. "Damn, I'm good!" she said to herself and removed the Senator to a more private place, where they could discuss more important matters.

Chapter 4

Padme groaned. Her body ached all over. She tried to move an arm to feel if any damage had been done to her. Her eyes opened slowly as if even that caused pain. She dimly noticed a small figure standing over her. The Senator realised she was on some sort of bed, not very large, in a tiny, cramped room. "Wha-what happened?" she said meekly to no one in particular, save the figure near her. "Save your energy, Senator. Rest, Padme," said a voice that could not be identified. Fatigue overtook her. She was very tired. She saw a void, an inviting void of sleep. She fell.

Awakening much later, Padme's intensely beautiful eyes shot open, now quite rested and very aware of the fact that she did not know where she was. She grunted softly and raised her head. She had known the room was small, but know Padme gained an accurate understanding of just how small. The blue ceiling above looked threateningly close and the ominous filtered light from a slender window to her right did not help ease Senator Amidala's now strong anxiety. She looked over and noticed a door, embellished with patterns of the Jedi Order, a couple metres to her left. This had to be someone's, a Jedi's, quarters. Only then did the Senator from Naboo become aware of another presence, not in the room but nearby, and even though the distinguished politician had no Force-sensitivity, she could tell it was a Jedi.

There was a certain haughtiness about some of those in deeper touch with that mysterious energy field called The Force. The everyday sentient would not be able to notice it but, as Padme had spent most of her life around Jedi, not to mention sharing her bed with one, she was finely attuned to their subtleties. The Senator rose up on the bed, supporting herself with her arms. On the other side of the room sat, in front of a data-screen, a very familiar person.

Her Padawan braid swung as she turned in her chair, revealing a pair of mischievous blue eyes and enticing purple lips, on orange skin. Just shy of fifteen standard years, Ahsoka was surprisingly mature in skill and, more interesting to Senator Amidala, body. Wearing her standard red skirt and tube top, the Togruta's form drew Padme's gaze. She knew now why Ahsoka had been chosen by the Quarren Senator Tundra Dowmeia to instruct his niece. If the information given to her was correct, Ahsoka certainly appeared liable to have the desired effect. For now, though, she just seemed a little too arrogant.

"Greetings, Padme," Ahsoka said cheerfully, "You've come to collect me for some sort of educational mission, I believe. Oh, don't look surprised. I knew Dowmeia's offer long before he had ever presented it to you. I do have a life beyond this dreary temple, y'know." Padme, well accustomed to sexual insinuation, decided to play the little Padawan's game. The Senator sat up, grunted, and brushed her dishevelled hair back, trying to retain some of her ladylike composure.

"Well, Ahsoka, you certainly seem pleased with yourself today. You almost have the wile and charm of a grown-up woman," Padme teased, bluntly reminding the Togruta of her inexperience and immaturity. Ahsoka's purple lips just broke into a smile, although a little less wide than before. Padme continued, more seriously: "Yes, you are right about why I'm here," she paused, "actually, you're right about why I came to the Jedi Temple, not here, in this room. That is a little more, um, complicated."

Ahsoka got up and stretched her well-toned arms. She turned around and bent to the floor, touching her toes. From where she was, Padme caught the slightest glimpse of what could only have been the Jedi's panties. Senator Amidala gulped as Ahsoka, having finished her flexing, came over to sit by her the bed. "Yeah, that was all me."

Padme blanched, remembering how helpless she had felt on the cold floor of that immense hall. "Wh-why?" she said.

Ahsoka moved closer to Padme and laid a hand upon the soft scarlet fabric of her leg, smiling innocently. "Come on, Senator, I know what Dowmeia wants me to do, and how to do it. I just needed a little practice; doing it to yourself can be so boring sometimes," she looked right into the depths of Padme's chocolate-coloured eyes with her own intense blue, "You, my lovely, were the perfect candidate."

The Naboo Senator was shocked by Ahsoka's simple, yet daunting eloquence. It had taken herself years to create that effect. Maybe there was more to this Padawan than met the eye. And the eye did not go wanting.

"So, I was subject to your whim, was that it?" Padme raised her voice, indignant. Ahsoka, still confident in her abilities, became bolder. She reached up and stroked Padme's face, her voice purring. "Please, Padme, try to understand. All my life I've been holed up in this place. The Jedi code forbids real relationships. I've never even touched one of my own species sexually. My only solace is the Force and what it can do. I really want this chance to awaken another. I will do whatever you want, so long as I can teach others in the sexual ways of the Force."

Padme's heart went out to the frustrated teenager. She had been like that herself once, albeit in a less restrictive environment. On impulse she hugged Ahsoka, feeling the Padawan's developing breasts against her own ample set. They were both about the same height and build, but Ahsoka, through thirteen years of gruelling physical training, was much fitter and toned.

Padme held Ahsoka at arm's length and said, "Okay, Ahsoka. On Dac, the niece of Senator Dowmeia, Shiam Howmeia, needs the guidance of a Jedi and we're going to give that to her. You're going to give that to her. But I guess you know this. I have talked with your master and we have arranged an alibi for you while you're away. Just know, you will be gone for two standard months, so if you don't want to go, now would be the time to say. Do you want to stay?"

Ahsoka put both legs on the bed, kneeling. She just shook her head, her white and blue head-tails swinging with the motion. Padme touched one and smiled. "All right, we will get you to Dac. Everything has been arranged, and after, I attend to things here, I will join you there in a few weeks. Instruct the Senator's niece well."

Ahsoka's cute little face lit up with joy. She hugged Padme and, without warning, gave her one of the most ardent and passionate kisses that she had ever gotten. Surprised at first, Padme pulled away. But when she realised how much she wanted that tight little orange body, she couldn't resist. Taking a firm grip on Ahsoka's tube top, the Senator pulled it up and over the Jedi's head, exposing firm breasts, a purple nipple adorning each one. Ahsoka proceeded to tear apart Padme's clothing, her carnal Togrutan instinct coming to the fore. Shredding Senator Amidala's top, Ahsoka bent down and put the perfect breast in her mouth, licking a nipple, while fondling the other. Padme arched her neck back in delight, almost unable to believe her good fortune. Although married to Anakin Skywalker, she never had any qualms about the few times she had displaced her loyalty to him and gave in to more primitive desires.

Eager to reciprocate, Padme reached up the little Padawan's miniskirt, felt her panties and started to rub vigorously. Trembling, Ahsoka fell back onto her mattress, legs apart and squirming with pleasure as the slender, experienced fingers of Senator Padme Amidala of Naboo stroked her clitoris. It was true what people said: Women knew their fellow female's bodies much better than any man. Padme, wet between her own legs from the excitement, laid flat on the bed, her head very near to Ahsoka's budding womanhood. Grinning, she gently licked the alien's folds. Ahsoka let out a squeal. This spurned Padme on and she licked faster and deeper every time, revelling in the ecstasy she brought. With on hand stroking her own pussy, in its partially shredded lacy coverings, the Senator continued to eat out the teenage Togruta. Suddenly and without warning, Padme felt herself sprayed with a warm liquid as Ahsoka herself moaned loudly enough to wake a Force-ghost. Padme lapped up the juice that saturated her face. The Padawan was a squirter. That would be a bonus. Shaking and screaming, another orgasm rocked the petite Jedi. "By the force," she panted after her climax had subsided, "that was extraordinary."

Padme licked a finger. "Thank you." She giggled. "Ahsoka, get dressed. You have to leave in three standard hours." Padme got up off the bed and realised she had no wearable clothes. "Uh, Ahsoka, can you lend me something to wear?"

All the Senator heard in reply was: "I kind of like you like that."

Chapter 5

The public freighter orbiting Dac, Ahsoka gazed through the viewport at the blue planet below. She could see clearly the planet-wide oceans Mon Calamari, glistening and moist, like the enormous eye of some enormous space-dwelling behemoth. Ringed about it were its famous shipyards. Immense and majestic, they encircled the planet, a grey, artificial belt. Looking closer, the Padawan saw ships of all sizes under construction and the defensive turrets that bristled along the surface of the shipyards, an unpleasant reminder of the ongoing conflict.

Ahsoka lay back in her seat and breathed a heavy sigh. It had been a long trip. Departing the Jedi Temple had been a relief and Padme had been a joy, but the week-long voyage from the Core to the Outer Rim had taken its toll on the young Jedi. After seven standard days in a cramped freighter with thirty other people, Ahsoka felt frustrated, anxious and, frankly, horny. Looking up, she squeezed her legs together as a particularly attractive female Twi'lek passed down the aisle next to Ahsoka's seat. The Twi'lek's incredibly tight green pants showed off an ample arse, undulating with each step the alien took. Her upper body was no less provocative. Cut off just below her breasts was a matching green top, perhaps even tighter than her pants. Silver rings encircled her Lekku that jiggled slightly whenever she moved. Ahsoka felt ready to burst. She wanted to jump up and slice the Twi'lek's clothes off with her lightsaber. She wanted to take her on the floor of the freighter, stripping off her own clothes as she did. She wanted to take those lovely breasts in her mouth and pleasure her womanhood with her thin orange fingers. Ahsoka shook herself. She knew she couldn't. If Ahsoka was to be a teacher, she needed control, a lot of control. Even so, Padawan Tano let her hand drop down, under her skirt, past her panties, and take her mind off things.

The roar of engines woke the Togruta. They were beginning their descent into Dac. Finally, she thought. Peering through the viewport, Ahsoka took the brown hood off her head. The sight that her eyes beheld was magical. Like a jewel against endless blue, Ahsoka gaped at Coral City. Although the city in no way resembled coral, that did not diminish its beauty. Resting on top the ocean, great ringed spires shot up into the sky. A mass of large circular streets, buildings and connecting roads, the main city of Mon Calamari was a sight to behold for even the most enlightened and weathered traveller. The freighter Captain announced their arrival, a cheerful undertone colouring his voice, and directed the ship towards the nearest landing platform.

Ahsoka bounded down out of the ship and onto the platform, her knee high boots clacking against the stone tiles. Cargo crates lined the rim of the landing, their silver surfaces scored and scratched from repeated use. A troop of massive binary load-lifters approached and with them, came a small Mon Calamari official. Ahsoka concluded that this deck officer was to be the instrument in her first step in finding Tundra Dowmeia's niece.

In a typically watery Mon Cal accent, the official set his mechanical servants to their work; a webbed hand perpetually stuck holding a datapad. On his head he sported a white cap with a blue Mon Calamari Port Authority insignia on the side, a matching uniform adorning his body. The system's principal star beat mercilessly upon his water-rich skin and he took a small gasp for air. Hoping to avoid almost certain dehydration, the Mon Cal turned to leave his droids when a young Togruta caught his eye. Sunlight glinted off her skin, making a bronze beauty in the daylight. She approached him with a smile on her lips and a query in her eyes. He would do whatever he could to make this lovely young lady welcome on Dac.

"Excuse me," Ahsoka politely called when she was within hearing distance. The Mon Cal official straightened his back and puffed out his chest, a veritable soldier on parade. "Welcome to Dac, miss. May I be of any assistance?"

The Padawan tried to keep from giggling in the presence of this jumped-up frog. She realised that that would insult the little amphibian, so she retained her composure and met his stance with a militaristic one of her own. "That depends," Ahsoka said, "I'm looking for an associate of mine, in the main Quarren city. Do you know where that is?"

The official inflated his chest, "Of course, miss. There is however, a matter of payment involved. I simply manage this dock. I do not make a habit out of lending free information out, even if it is to pretty Togruta girls." His aquatic features contorted into a leer and his large eyes looked her up and down, clearly making a note of Ahsoka's beauty.

Ahsoka shuddered inwardly. She had hoped to avoid creeps such as these for as long as possible. Nevertheless, the Jedi learner deemed it paramount that she reach the niece of the senator of this world as quickly and as quietly as possible. Of course, there was still the matter of the irritant standing before her. Still, an exotic alien such as a Mon Cal had its excitements. "I don't currently have many credits," she lied, "I'm in a hurry. Is there any other way possible for me to pay you, kind sir?"

Oblivious to the seduction in play, the Mon Cal official grinned. "Please, miss, call me officer Dram Doral. I would be happy to tell you the location of Reef City. For a certain...shall we say, favour?" He licked his scarce lips and gestured towards a growing bulge in his trousers. Ahsoka pretended to looked shocked, then angry, and then accepting. She pursed her plump lips and said, "Where?"

This seemed to brighten Doral to no end, giving him an even more perverted look as a consequence. He leaned closer to Ahsoka and said, "Come with me." Ahsoka nodded and they both walked down a docking ramp and into Coral City.

Having never had the chance to behold foreign cities at a leisurely pace, the young Padawan took full advantage of the tour the dock official unwittingly gave her. Bustling about domed structures surrounded by water, the citizens of Coral City varied much more so than Ahsoka would have thought. Apart from the expected Mon Calamari and Quarren inhabitants, there were Twi'leks, Zabraks, Bith, Rodian and even some of her own kind, as well as many others. Clearly, Coral City was, with its astounding environment, a place for the enjoyment of Dac without actually getting wet.

The Mon Cal official led Ahsoka down to a small drinking establishment. As Ahsoka made to enter, she was stopped by her aquatic companion. "No, miss. Not inside. Follow me."

Curious, Ahsoka complied. Still holding her hand, Dram led her around the building and down an alleyway. For all the sparkling brightness she had witnessed, Ahsoka decided this particular pathway perhaps diminished such beauty. Water and moss lined the already damp stone, and a gloominess that could not possibly exist elsewhere hung over the alley like an impossibly oppressive blanket, stained with ill-doing. "This is where you're taking me?" the incredulous Padawan her companion by her side. Doral just grinned. "Come over here," he said, indicating a rather grimy bench. Feeling more than a little repulsed, Ahsoka reluctantly did as she was bid and sat down. She felt stale water on her skirt and soaking into her panties. How anyone could possibly be aroused by such an atmosphere was beyond the sweet little Jedi. The Mon Cal must be enjoying a break from the sun, she thought. She felt her leering escort sit down next to her and whisper in her ear. "We're going to have some fun," he rasped, "Or, rather, I am."

He laid a webbed hand on her trembling thigh, just before the skirt, rubbing it. His other started to stroke her blue and white montrals. Realising that this creep might do this for hours, Ahsoka resolved to finish him quickly. After all, she was here on a mission, and the mission always comes first. She pushed his hands away and jumped onto him, straddling his uniformed body. Surprised but not upset, the Dram did not resist. Kissing his neck, Ahsoka reached for in his pants and drew out a hard, thick, red member. She slid down him, settling her knees on the slippery stone of the alley way, putting her face in front of his extending manhood. She licked her lips; it had been a long time since she had a meal like this in front of her. She reached up with one elegantly orange hand and enclosed her partner's lust, feeling it throb under her grip. He was now hers.

Groaning as the little Togruta vigorously rubbed him, Doral couldn't believe his luck. A beautiful young alien, not even past teenage-hood sat before him, completely under his control. Suddenly, she stopped. He was about to remind her of her incentive when he saw Ahsoka lower her head, and open her mouth. He almost bellowed in pleasure as he felt her luscious purple lips envelop him and her tongue greet him. Sinking further and further, Ahsoka took his entire length down her throat and generate unbelievable suction. He place a hand over her budding horns and press down. He was rewarded with an arousing sound of gagging.

Unwilling to let him kill her by oral sex, the Jedi stated to bob up and down, energetically, as she raised her big blue eyes to meet his own. Her Padawan braid flew about almost as much as her breasts bounced with the motion. She could feeling him getting closer and closer, and just as he was about to release, she stopped. He glared daggers at her. "What is the meaning of this, slut!?" She raised her head off him and stood up, letting his frustrated eyes behold her beauty. "Tell me the location of Reef City, first." Dram was to near to let anything obstruct his goal. The Mon Cal gave in too easily. "Okay, okay. First, head to the main AquaTram station. Look for bay 23. Get a ticket and board in the next week."

Ahsoka's eyes narrowed, "Why in the next week?"

"Because after that, all passage to Reef City will go through Senator Dowmeia's new Pressure Tube lines."

"And what are they?"

Dram looked as if he was going to explode, which he wasn't. "They are a new system of transport, much faster than the AquaTram. Now could you please finish what you started," he pleaded, indicating to his groin.

Ahsoka looked at it with disgust. Having no desire to relieve Dram of his burden, she reached out with the Force and threw a small crate at his head, knocking him out cold. The mission always comes first.

Chapter 6

The AquaTram station was thronged with people. A veritable multitude of citizens and travellers, the bustling crowds featured a diversity of species larger than had been at the docking bay. Set underneath the main city complex and underwater, the AquaTram hub was sealed tightly, for obvious reasons and supplied with air via large vents that looked like worms, swimming to the surface for oxygen. As Ahsoka treaded a grated walkway by one of the inter-city transport, she noted that the every wall of the station was made of transparisteel, so the commuting masses could enjoy a range of aquatic scenery as well. For the young Jedi however, seeing such amounts of water all around unnerved her. Initiating some calming breathing exercises, Ahsoka continued.