Chapter 2 - Upper city reveries. (Bastila/Mission)

For three days the Sith swept the lower city, searching for signs of the Jedi. She had supposedly escaped being sold as a prize for the big swoop tournament. But she had seemingly disappeared and the Vulkar gang, which had concealed their captivity of her, couldn’t be held to account as it had been catapulted into leaderless chaos, dissolving rapidly. Those three days and nights passed for the Bastila and Macha as a blur. Each morning started with Bastila shoving herself down Macha’s throat, and Bastila ended the night by ploughing Macha to sleep. Normal people would have become sore before the end of the first day, they would’ve needed to spend most of the days doing something else. Yet with the healing techniques Bastila had learned from the Jedi, who would ostracize her for these acts, she could maintain both of their forms regardless of their debauchery. They still had to pause that Macha might go get them both food and water. Outside of those brief intermissions Bastila spent those three blissful days working through half a decade of pent up lust she hadn’t known she had. Trading her serenity for passion was as direct a contradiction of the code as she could have imagined.

Yet she had realized that there was nothing true to the way of the Jedi in taking away Revan’s knowledge and giving her ignorance. The obedience Macha exhibited was proof the council held control above the principles. The Jedi didn’t kill, but what they had done to Revan was a greater violation of their core beliefs. It was nothing like the redemption they told of in their teachings. Had there been no war Bastila and Macha could have stayed together on Taris, far away from the hypocrites who had taken everything from them. But the madness of the Sith needed to be stopped even if the Jedi were the lesser of two evils. Macha deserved the truth but Bastila couldn’t endanger the Republic for her peace of mind. She wanted badly to come clean to Macha, but it would have to wait until after the Republic was safe. Regardless, what they shared was a better reason to save the Republic than any of the insidious garbage the Jedi had crammed her head full of.

When it came time for them to leave the lower city, that they might rejoin Macha’s team and find a way off Taris, Bastila moved forward with determination. Or she would have liked to, but when they arrived in the upper city base and talked with Carth they all eventually agreed that Bastila should stay in the base until they had a plan to get out of this deathtrap. The Sith occupational government would be looking for women matching her description, it would be folly to parade around on a world they controlled. And that would be some time as Macha, Carth, and apparently a Wookiee needed to descend into the undercity to save countless lives by delivering a cure for some horrific disease. Such acts of selfless compassion weren’t part of Macha’s simple program, obey and defend the Republic was her only real directive. It was proof that Revan’s nature was not sadism and chaos, that the empty code and Jedi’s complacence in the face of the Mandalorians had driven Revan to the dark. As gratified as she was by this it did not change the awkward nature of being left with nothing to do but talk to the other girl Macha had left behind, Mission. Bastila was baffled that this girl was even part of their group until she mentioned her relationship with the Wookiee. The girl was barely an adult and seemed ill suited for combat operations, even if apparently she knew how to pick locks and aim a blaster, so Bastila understood leaving her behind.

That didn’t make conversation any easier, they had both grown up in about as opposite environments as you could imagine. Bastila had quickly found the underlying philosophical issues raised by Revan’s reprogramming bored Mission. But eventually she discovered Mission was captivated by descriptions of grand structures such as the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. Describing the verdant glades and waters in the Room of a Thousand Fountains, how they gleamed and teemed with life as they flowed in an almost hypnotic pattern, reminded Bastila of some of the peace she had found there. Mission had been even more enraptured by tales of heroism and the triumph of good in the ongoing Jedi Civil War. Comparatively Bastila managed to tolerate Mission’s mundane anecdotes of living in Taris, her brother who she hoped to see again, and tales of her stalwart Wookiee who lacked only basic personal hygiene. Eventually though, after two days together, the conversation reached a standstill.

As Bastila paced impatiently through the room she failed to notice the glances Mission stole, appreciating Bastila’s voluptuous form clad only in her lingerie. Bastila’s time with Macha and now three days of celibacy had ignited a fire in her loins which she could struggled to keep in check, the Twi’lek was shapely and Bastila struggled to ignore that. Eventually Mission couldn’t stand the silence, a smirk playing across her face as she asked “Hey, Bastila. You ever just use the Force for fun? You know, a little jolt of the Force to trip some jerk who’s ticking you off?” Bastila jumped at the chance to distract herself with righteous indignation as she replied “I would never use the Force for such a petty and trivial revenge! The mere thought of it is preposterous!” Mission rolled her eyes as she teased “Ah, come on. There’s got to be times when you’ve thought about it. Don’t be stuck up – you can tell me.” Bastila narrowed her eyes as she replied “I am not stuck up. I merely have the years of training to give me the wisdom and understanding to see how childish such an act would be.” This finally angered Mission “Childish? Is that a crack about my age? You ain’t much older than me, miss high and mighty! You’re probably 19? That’s only three years, and I doubt you so much as had a kiss what with your Jedi code making y’all into a bunch of droids!” Bastila responded angrily, annoyed that she felt she should conceal the truth “That’s your measure of maturity? You prove my point.” Mission smirked, smugly replying “You don’t sound like I proved anything.”

At this Bastila broke, replying with her own smirk “If you must know, I have done much more than that.” For once Mission was shocked, no longer smug but instead curious “Won’t the Jedi kick you out for that?” Bastila replied “Not if they don’t find out.” Mission smiled, even more curious, questioning further “You gone all the way?” Bastila hesitated before replying “What does that mean?” Mission quickly clarified “All the way means having sex.” Bastila flushed a bit but answered “Yes, many times in fact.” Mission was even more shocked and curious, blurting out “Really!? I don’t blame you for ignoring that part of being a Jedi, always seemed real pointless to me. I’ve done it too but only one person, how many people you been with?” Bastila flushed even harder but still managed a steady voice, saying “Like you, just one. Did you leave him behind in the lower city to join us?”
At this Mission looked away, regret washing over her countenance “He’s gone. Kallon was so smart and funny, but he thought he owed the Beks for raising him. When that snake Brejik took over the Vulkars and started killing Beks they… got Kallon. Should’ve tried harder to get him to run with me and Big Z, he’d still be here.” Bastila moved over and placed a comforting hand on Mission’s shoulder, saying “I’m sorry, I wish I had put an end to him sooner, I might’ve saved him.” Mission managed a weak smile as she replied, “It’s all right, this happened months ago, nothing you could’ve done.” Her expression hardened before she continued “I’m just glad Brejik got what was comin’… So, who did you leave behind? Is he another Jedi fighting somewhere, or waiting back on Coruscant?”

Bastila’s eyes seemed to look at something far away as she flashed back to when she had seen Revan on Coruscant, so confident, defiant, and determined. She had been ready to argue with the council, she had been everything the young Bastila hoped to become one day. Determined to stand up to the stodgy cowards who called themselves masters. If they had listened then the whole order could have faced the Mandalorians and saved all those innocents now lost. Even now Macha was fighting to save them, as she had saved all those worlds that would have burned had she not stopped them at Malachor V. Maybe Malachor wouldn’t have needed to be rent asunder if they hadn’t held those who weren’t cowards back until the Republic was on the brink. Maybe Revan and all the others wouldn’t have been lost.

Bastila shook herself out of her reverie, seeing the confused and concerned Mission she replied tersely “She’s not a Jedi or a man. In fact, she’s Macha.” It was Mission’s turn to blush, as she muttered a reply “Oh, she’s pretty great… but wait, isn’t she a soldier you just met 6 days ago?” Bastila, slightly flustered, quickly replied “Well, you see, there is something called a Force bond and, well… our connection is special.” Bastila was then surprised to see a weak smile, Mission failed to suppress disappointment as she spoke “I’m real happy for you two, that sounds special… doubt you could ever be interested in me.” Bastila looked to the Twi’lek and expressed her uncertainty “You? Well I don’t see why not; Macha and I haven’t really talked about anything like commitment.” Mission looked more hopeful, but still had reservations “So you wouldn’t be betraying her by being with me?” Bastila shook her head, smiling as she looked into Mission’s hopeful eyes, replying, “Not at all, the bond Macha and I share is something that will never be broken, nothing could come between us. I… admire you too, you are quite beautiful and good at heart, but can you share me with Macha?”

Mission’s face lit up with a smile as she nodded, it was clear no further words were required. They came together in a tender kiss as their hands roamed over each other’s voluptuous forms. Bastila appreciated Mission’s velvety blue skin, slightly warmer than a Human’s. Mission found the feeling of Bastila’s large breasts bearing down on her own smaller pair perfect. She caressed the toned muscles of Bastila’s back but couldn’t resist for long. Moving lower she reached between robust hips to squeeze and knead the rounded cheeks of Bastila’s ass. Bastila moaned into Missions mouth as she mirrored her, grasping the more petite but still substantial rear. it wasn’t long before Mission felt something enormous pressing and pulsating against her smooth navel. Very curious, she pulled back, and gasped as she saw Bastila’s throbbing rod jutting out from the top of panties which totally failed to contain the beast. She dropped to her knees instinctively, gaping as she took in the size. Both her hands together barely wrapping around the girth of the thick shaft. She stroked it as she said absently “Is this a human… thing? When you were walking around it seemed big, but this is… No wonder there are so damned many of you.” Bastila flushed as she shook her head, responding “The only other one I’ve seen… awake was Macha’s. If you’re comment refers to the size then no, we’re not all this big. Most human women aren’t like us at all actually.” Mission’s expression settled on one of determination with only a tinge of trepidation “Well if Macha can take it I can too.”

Bastila had a small frown as she replied, “If it’s too bi-” She was cut off, moaning when Mission darted forward, taking the fat head into her eager mouth. Mission was almost intoxicated by the flavor of the bead of pre and the thick shaft. She barely had half of the it in her mouth before it became clear it wouldn’t be fitting in her throat any time soon. For a time, she enjoyed bobbing her head along what she could fit, the delicious stream of pre along with Bastila’s sighs telling her she was doing a good job. Eventually though she got frustrated and pulled back, using both hands to try to handle the rod as she reassured Bastila “Don’t worry, I’ll be just as good as Macha in no time!” At that Bastila couldn’t hold back, grunting as she lifted Mission to her feet before kissing her. Savoring her own taste before she pulled back and made herself clear “You don’t have to prove anything.”

At that Bastila reached under Mission’s soaked panties, caressing her dripping sex clumsily, eliciting a giggle from Mission. Bastila gave Mission a pleading look and Mission guided her. Soon she was moaning as Bastila plunged in four fingers at a time. She gasped and sighed under Bastila’s ministrations, her juices sliding down her thick thighs. Mission couldn’t take any more foreplay, she quickly discarded her panties and got Bastila to withdraw her fingers. She reached for the fat cock, putting it between her own wide hips and bucking. As Mission coated the thick shaft with her wetness they shared a moan. Bastila took strength from the Force, before drawing a gasp from Mission, as she gripped the weighty spheres of Mission’s ass. She lifted the smaller woman high enough that Bastila could lick at one perky tit. When Mission wrapped her legs around Bastila’s narrow waist Bastila knew she was ready. Bastila slowly lowered the Twi’lek, who mewled and gasped as she was stretched by the massive rod. Mission gasped and cried until she finally bottomed out, letting out shuddering breaths as she tried to adjust to being so totally filled. Bastila held herself back for a time but eventually couldn’t help herself. She grunted as she grasped the supple round cheeks in her hands and gave a short thrust.
Just one kiss from the head of Bastila’s fat cock to Mission’s deepest place was too much, she cried out desperately, clinging to Bastila as she wrapped her legs behind Bastila’s waist and her arms around her neck. She wailed in ecstasy as her cunt desperately tried to wring seed from the invader. Quivering as their mixed juices gushed down the base of Bastila’s thick shaft. Bastila used one hand to caress Mission’s back until finally she came down. Bastila, trying to keep the impatience out of her voice, asking “Is it too much?” The reply came urgently “Shut up, fuck me!” Bastila was more than happy to comply, goaded to finally unleash her frustration.

She grunted and sighed as her hands sank into the soft roundness of Mission’s jiggling behind, bucking her broad hips to plough Mission with incredibly fast thrusts. Her own thick ass and thighs clenched and shook as they propelled the fat cock claiming Mission. Mission could only yelp and gasp as she got what she needed. Totally unprepared for the sublime, building pleasure she could only shut her eyes and hold on to Bastila’s neck as she cried out. Her legs, no longer required for support as Bastila’s Force powered grip and huge dick held her up, dangled and flailed on either side of Bastila’s narrow waist. Bastila’s pale skin and Mission’s blue complexion glistened as they both shared a myriad of shameless moans, groans, and sighs. Overcome again Mission toes curled as she cried out, hysterical as her sex clamped down, milking the monster. Bastila finally reached her first peak, letting out a shuddering sigh as she began thrusting even faster, driving ropes of thick cum into Mission’s womb. Mission whined as Bastila rutted forward again and again, pushing seed up into Mission’s deepest reaches as the excess dripped down her huge sack. Eventually she came down and hilted herself, panting as she tottered back on shaky legs, collapsing backwards onto the bed. Mission, also short of breath, mewled as she slowly slid off the still hard glistening pillar, collapsing beside her lover.

Eventually, having caught her breath, she looked up and was shocked to see Bastila’s hard shaft as it throbbed, imposing as ever. Mission got on all fours, arching her back to present her pert ass and stuffed sex, even as she muttered “Is that why you Jedi aren’t supposed to do this? Cause it’s all you’d ever do?” Bastila smiled ruefully, lining her fat cock up and allowing it to press against Mission’s cunt. She lightly touched the blue cheeks that now bore purple handprints as she replied, “I don’t think so… but, well, give me a moment.” Mission looked over her shoulder and gave a quizzical look as Bastila concentrated on drawing on the Force to heal her. She sighed blissfully as the strain and oversensitivity she had been left with were washed away in a sublime heat. She shuddered, aware of almost nothing but the pleasant tingling and warmth that radiated from her core. Bastila queried, not sure if she would be rejuvenated as Macha had been “Feeling any better?”

Mission answered physically, moving away slightly before crying out as she impaled herself on the huge rod. Bastila yelped, once again engulfed in velvety warmth. Mission sighed, rolling her wide hips and setting the blue globes of her ass jiggling as she began stirring the fat cock around inside her reshaped depths. Bastila moaned, quickly gripping Mission’s narrow waist as she began pummeling her once again, now with long thrusts. The sounds of their pleasure were accompanied by obscene noises, each powerful rut driving more seed from the already filled cunt. Bastila’s large balls were quickly coated in her own cum as they crashed into Mission’s clit with each powerful thrust, provoking wails from Mission as her rounded rear quaked with every impact of Bastila’s wide hips. Eventually it was too much, Mission’s arms collapsed beneath her. All she could concentrate on was rolling her hips, giving muffled cries into the bed beneath her. Bastila just grunted and sighed as she tightened her grip on Mission’s waist and ploughed forward faster and faster. Mission, overwhelmed by the sheer speed and size, was sent over the edge. She clamped down and wailed for a third time, aware of nothing but the huge tool still pushing her higher and higher. Bastila’s pounding grew even more fevered as Mission’s tightness threw her over the edge, her own ample tits and ass jiggling as her thrusts packed jets of seed deep into Mission. Each thrust drew moans from Bastila as Mission whined into the bed. Mission groaned as Bastila had stuffed her so full that her toned navel now showed the slightest bulge. Eventually Bastila’s ceaseless discharge wound down, they collapsed to the side as Mission drifted off to sleep, Bastila holding her. As Bastila began to doze she absently reached through the bond, learning Macha knew exactly what had happened and was mostly amused. Bastila joined Mission in sleep, content.