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Star Wars Kink Meme Round #1
Rules For Everyone:
- YKINMKATO (Your kink is not my kink, and that's okay.) No kinkshaming or wank/flames/y'know generally being a dick.
- All Star Wars films and related media are welcome. You can go as obscure as you want.
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[FILL] Untitled Part 1a; Obi-Wan, Gangbang
(Anonymous) 2016-02-19 01:29 am (UTC)(link)* * *
Obi-Wan's first indication that something was wrong was when the queasy feeling in his gut didn't go away.
Hours earlier Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Ahsoka had made landfall on a planet so far off the beaten path it had no name, only a designation number. According to galactic records it was of no strategic importance, unpopulated and with few natural resources, though with a temperate climate and breathable atmosphere. It was the perfect potential hiding place for a Separatist base, so when intelligence turned up a lead on General Grievous' location the Jedi Order's most famous team prepared to corner their enemy.
The base they found was abandoned and had clearly been for weeks. Scans showed no inhabitants and Obi-Wan didn't feel anything in the Force except the nagging sense that Grievous had been there at one point, but no longer. With Ahsoka guarding the perimeter, Obi-Wan and Anakin took a squad of troopers to comb the base for anything useful, from communications transcripts to speeder fuel. That was how they triggered the trap.
They had been searching through an office that had clearly been used by someone of importance. Obi-Wan was searching for physical evidence while Anakin booted up a data terminal that had enough stored power it didn't need to connect to the base's power grid to run. As Obi-Wan's glowrod passed over a section of flooring near the terminal the Force screamed a warning, but even as he grabbed Anakin and rolled away a panel slid open with a soundless explosion of white. It filled the air like a cloud, dusting their bodies in fine powder. Even holding their breath it got in their noses and the seams of their lips.
Luckily the troopers guarding the door had seen what happened and flew into action. Backup arrived almost immediately and the Jedi were rushed to the base's medical wing. Though emptied of practically everything useful, there was still a chemical spill shower and quarantine room. They were shoved under the shower heads, which dumped several gallons of clear orange goo meant to neutralize chemicals and prevent them from spreading further. The goo was followed by cold water, though barely enough to rinse off the orange mess since without the power on the water pipes had no pressure. It was only then, a full two minutes after exposure, that Anakin and Obi-Wan dared breathe again without fear of inhaling the powder. By that point Ahsoka and troopers from the transport had arrived with medical and hazmat gear. The Jedi were stripped of their contaminated clothing, bundled up in emergency blankets, and placed in the quarantine room while the medics ran tests.
Toxicity reports said it was a poison favored by assassins, though its exorbitant price on the black market meant it was rarely used. It was fast acting, meant to kill its target before they had time to call for help, usually in the form of an inhalant since it left a distinct taste in food. All attempts to synthesize an antidote had ended in failure.
A combinations of factors had saved their lives. Jedi trained to hold their breath for minutes at a time. In battle Obi-Wan could hold his breath up to two minutes, but static he could slow his heart enough to reach almost ten. Obi-Wan's quick action had given them enough warning to hold their breath before the explosion. Clones had carried them to the infirmary, meaning neither of them were expending oxygen moving. Then the chemical showers and hazmat equipment bought Obi-Wan and Anakin enough time to do the real work of flushing their bodies of the toxin.
Using the Force, they could effectively 'burn' through the poison the way a body burned through an illness. The Force would break it down into benign chemical components that would be excreted through their sweat or waste. It required going into a semi-conscious healing trance, which was not always safe or practical in a war zone. Afterwards they would be feverish and fatigued, but better ill than dead.
Back aboard the star destroyer Obi-Wan and Anakin had gone through a more thorough decontamination to prevent cross contaminating the clones who couldn't heal themselves using the Force. Then they retired to their quarters to slept off the side effects of the healing trance.
When Obi-Wan awoke his clothes were plastered to his skin with sweat and his mouth tasted like he'd licked a Coruscant sidewalk. Across the cabin Anakin was seated cross legged on his own bed with a bowl in his lap.
“I brought you some soup.” Anakin pointed with his spoon to the storage locker at the head of the bed a where a matching bowl steamed.
At the thought of food Obi-Wan's stomach roiled unpleasantly. “No, thank you.”
“You should at least drink something. You're sweating out all your fluids.” Having grown up on Tatooine, Anakin would know all about the consequences of dehydration.
Obi-Wan was thirsty, he realized as soon as Anakin mentioned it. He pushed himself upright and grabbed the cup next to the soup bowl, draining it all at once. Then he flopped back down against the pillow, ready to sleep again. His closed his eyes and when he next opened them Anakin was leaning over him with a furrowed brow.
“Are you sure you completely neutralized the toxin? You're all flushed and your fever hasn't gone down much.”
“Youth is on your side. It just takes me a little longer to bounce back from such things, that's all.”
“If you say so,” said Anakin though his tone indicated he believed otherwise. He left Obi-Wan alone to sleep in peace.
An hour later Obi-Wan had to admit to himself that he wasn't feeling any better. If anything, he was worse. The nausea had settled into an awful ache in his abdomen and lower back. His bed sheets were uncomfortably warm but the air in the room was so cold it stung his skin. Even his legging felt scratchy and confining. Restlessly he kicked them off, leaving on only his simple tunic.
Still, he didn't put the pieces together until he went to the 'fresher to relieve himself and saw that the wet smears between his thighs weren't from sweat.
“Sithspit.”
He cleaned himself up as best he could, knowing that soon he'd be just as messy as he started, but for the comfort the cool water provided to his overheated skin. He drank as much water as he could stand, then returned to his bed to straighten the linens he's kicked off the mattress in his sleep. Then he stole Anakin's pillow, because dammit he deserved the extra comfort right now. Satisfied with his nest, he stripped off his tunic and crawled naked into bed.
Burying his face in Anakin's pillow, he breathed in the familiar scent and let it sooth something primitive and restless inside him. Right now Obi-Wan's olfactory organs were in overdrive and beneath the pillowcase's detergent he could detect shampoo, sweat, and Anakin's own healthy male musk, an aroma that reminded Obi-Wan of fresh baked bread. It was relaxing, and the lower abdominal cramps were transforming into knot of warmth between his legs.
None of this was caused by the toxin or even the fever brought on by purging it. Instead, the side effects of the healing trance had hidden the onslaught of a different kind of fever. The same Force trick that saved Obi-Wan's by life had also neutralized ever other drug in his body, including the ones that suppressed his estrous cycle.
Like many Republic citizens, Obi-Wan wasn't completely human. His non-human heritage came from a species called the Hin'leth that had ironically gone extinct simply by breeding with so many other races all that remained were hybrids. The Hin'leth culture had been lost to time and assimilation as the hybrids spread across the galaxy. Their adaptable descendants were the reason so many modern humanoid species were able to interbreed successfully.
Obi-Wan was a genetic throwback. Neither of his parents had appeared as anything other than human, but the recessive Hin'leth genes they both carried were dominate in their son. Hin'leth traits could manifest a multitude of ways: a heightened senses of smell, denser muscle mass, even fur. Instead of anything useful, Obi-Wan had been saddled with a crotch that couldn't make up its mind what species it was and a fertile period that made him feel like a farm animal.
Unlike most humanoids, the Hin'leth had three distinct sexes, renamed by genetic historians as aurek, besh, and orenth after letters in Aurebesh. The aurek sired children and the orenth carried them, but it was the besh that were truly unique. Besh reproductive organs were hermaphroditic, halfway between aurek and orenth. In their natural state they were unable to reproduce, similar to a prepubescent child. However, if a population did not have enough aurek or orenth to sustain itself, the besh could trigger a hormonal change that altered their own reproductive organs to function as either sex. It was the besh that had bred outside their species, morphing their bodies to better suit their chosen mates and passing on the orenth organs tucked neatly behind Obi-Wan's human penis. It was also were he inherited the highly inconvenient heats meant to attract a mate of a species that no longer existed.
Obi-Wan's body didn't know any of this, or course. That was why when he experienced his first uncomfortable, awful estrus shortly after becoming Qui-Gon's padawan his new master made him an appointment with the Temple healers to receive a contraception implant and get his hormonal body under control. An annual round of hyprosprays interrupted his cycle by preventing the surge of gonadotropins and estrogen needed to trigger eutrus, giving him only a yearly “false heat” a week after the injections. The false heat symptoms were much milder than a natural one, noticeable only by a few days of increased sensitivity in certain regions, some slight cramping, and fluid discharge.
A full, natural heat was a completely different story and it had been so long since Obi-Wan had one that he almost didn't recognize what was happening to him at first. Almost.
Re: [FILL] Untitled Part 1b; Obi-Wan, Gangbang
(Anonymous) 2016-02-19 02:03 am (UTC)(link)Not since the war started. The realization made him curse again and more creatively, first in Correlian, then Mando'a, and ending in guttural Huttese.
Perhaps his heat wouldn't have been so bad if it weren't for Obi-Wan's particular combination of human and Hin'leth biology. Unable to completely reconcile the two sets of sex chromosomes, Obi-Wan had been born with a penis, a vagina, and internal ovotestes that produced both human testosterone and orenth estrogen.
Growing up he'd looked fairly androgynous, soft in all the wrong places except for his stubborn chin. Puberty had been a blessing and a curse. His voice had deepened to a tenor, hair had sprouted in a number of places, and he gained a foot in height, though Qui-Gon still towered over him. To his relief his cock grew to a respectable, just-below-average size. The growth of breast tissue, on the other hand, had not as been as welcome. Mercifully, Qui-Gon had decided the body dysphoria was more detrimental to his padawan's training than the recovery time of a double mastectomy.
As an adult Obi-Wan's hormones had settled into a balancing act between his dual natures, maintained by a strict regimen of hyposprays. Force-purging the toxin had upset that balance more than simply skipping the hyposprays. That, plus how long he'd gone without a break between treatments meant all bets were off on what exactly his body was doing right now besides being in The Worst Heat Ever.
It felt like every heat he'd skipped had combined into one. Open mouthed, he panted into Anakin's pillow and writhed on the bed like a dying thing. He wasn't hard yet, but it was only a matter of time before desire overcame discomfort. The human male sex drive was bad enough without adding instincts bordering compulsion telling him to reproduce, to be bred, to be fucked. Already he was uncomfortably wet and as he clenched his thighs together he felt another trickle of hot fluid drip from between his lips. He shivered.
Tossing restlessly on the bed, Obi-Wan felt more than heard Anakin's return.
“Oh eww,” said Anakin once the door closed behind him, wrinkling his nose. “Is that...?”
“It is not 'eww' as you so eloquently put it. It's a normal biological function,” Obi-Wan snapped, not so far in heat he couldn't still be embarrassed by the mating musk his body was pumping into the air. He hoped the ventilation system was filtering it out before recycling the air through the rest of the ship.
“I don't want to hear about your functions. It smells like a Mos Espa brothel in here. Don't you have drugs for this or something?” Anakin asked with the typical ignorance of most males on such issues. He began gathering up his few belongings, presumably to relocate to a room lacking in horny orenth.
“A yearly hypospray therapy, but I burned through it along with the poison.”
“Whoops. You don't have a back up in medical?”
“A backup of the custom hormone cocktail I received less than two months ago for which no on else on board would have any use? No.” He was whining. He knew he was whining, but it was hard to care when his body felt like it was turning itself inside out. Dammit, he hurt and all he wanted was to be left alone with his right hand to rub the ache out.
“Good thing this happened on a ship full of attractive, available men, because if it was just us you'd be out a luck.” And because Obi-Wan's former padawan had never learned to quit while he was ahead, he kept talking, raising his voice as he left the room to dump his bag in the small living area. “I mean, objectively I can recognize you weren't exactly hit with the ugly stick, and there was that one time when I was twelve—”
“Anakin!”
“—but you're like a brother to me. Let's just say if it was us alone in hyperspace? The only help you'd get would be me telling you were to shove your 'saber hilt!”
Obi-Wan groaned miserably. He was fast reaching the point where anything the right shape and size was starting to sound appealing, though logic said a lightsaber hilt was a horrifying trip to the medbay waiting to happen. Naked and panting like an animal, he was still a Jedi, dammit. He would comport himself with dignity. This was simply another trial of the body, the vessel for his spirit, and his spirit was greater than any demands of the flesh.
There is no emotion, there is peace. Though lust wasn't emotion precisely. It was more instinct, as natural and base as hunger or thirst. And Obi-Wan was starving. There is no passion, there is serenity. There damn well was passion, it was practically oozing out of his pores. Obi-Wan bet he'd be plenty serene after an orgasm or twelve.
The bed dipped. Fingers ran through his hair, petting him gently, and he leaned into the touch. “Poor old Master,” Anakin fussed, tucking the sheets around Obi-Wan's bare shoulders. “Don't worry, I've got a plan. I'm going to ask Commander Cody—”
Obi-Wan groaned in humiliation. “Please don't, I'm perfectly capable of handling this myself.” At Anakin's sudden grin he realized how that statement could be misconstrued. “That is not what I meant!”
“I'm sure the commander would be happy to lend you a hand.” Anakin couldn't even finish the sentence without giggling.
“Aren't hand puns in poor taste considering...?”
Anakin waved away his concern with the hand in question. “I use them to torture Ahsoka. Don't distract me, we're still discussing how to fix you.”
Obi-Wan sighed and resigned himself to Anakin's mothering. The young knight had a stubborn streak a parsec wide; a small wonder given who trained him. “You make me sound like a malfunctioning droid. If you insist on making a nuisance of yourself then a trip to medical for supplies wouldn't go amiss.”
“I don't think medical stocks those kind of supplies, but I could hit up maintenance for parts and improvise. How's this for diameter?” Anakin made a wide circle with his thumb and forefinger.
In reply Obi-Wan kicked him off the bed and threw a pillow for good measure. “I have a vagina, not a Sarlaac pit!”
Laughing, Anakin picked himself up off the floor. “On that horrifying note, I'm making a strategic retreat. It's too late to stick you in a padded room, so I'm going next door to tell Ahsoka to pack. We can bunk down in the barracks.”
Through the thick veil of lust that was quickly clouding his senses Obi-Wan still had the presence of mind to feel guilty for essentially forcing the other Jedi from their rooms. “I'm sorry Anakin.”
“Not your fault. I'll be sending up food and emergency stuff soon, so you won't even have to leave the cabin until your heat is over. You just steal all the bedding and make a big cozy nest, okay? Comm me if you need anything.” Placing the thrown pillow back on the bed, he leaned over to press a quick kiss to Obi-Wan's flushed forehead. The gesture sent a pang of nostalgia through the older man as he recalled a different pair of lips on this brow soothing him many years ago.
Then the cabin door hissed shut and Obi-Wan was alone again. Anakin had been a temporary distraction, but now there was no ignoring the heat symptoms building in his body like a tidal wave. To uncomfortable to meditate, he focused on relaxing enough to fall back asleep, knowing that soon he wouldn't even be capable of that. At the peak of his heat he would be too wound up to sleep without first fucking himself into orgasmic oblivion. Unfortunately, he was more likely to exhaust his fingers before his lust. Hugging the pillow to his torso, he closed his eyes and willed his traitorous body to rest.
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A/N: Holy exposition, Batman! Now that we got all the crazy fake science out of the way we can move on to getting people in the same room and naked.
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