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Star Wars: Revenge of the Snow King

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…

The Galactic Republic was flourishing, its safety ensured by the hard work and dedication of the Jedi Order. The Order was known throughout the galaxy, even as far out as the Outer Rim, and tales of the heroic Jedi and their deeds had inspired the imaginations of young boys even in those distant and remote planets.

"Concentrate. Let the force flow through you. Do not try to bend it to your will, allow your will to become one with it."

Ne'monid's brow furrowed as he stared hard at the statue before him; a thing of sculpted metal, its' swooping shape and the light glinting from its edges almost enough to break the Selachii's concentration. The shark-like young man was one of the boys who'd heard of the Jedi's tales, and had dreamed of one day traveling far away from his home on Castilion. That day had come at last; he'd been tested, and found worthy of becoming a Padawan; and so he'd been whisked away to Coruscant, where massive buildings towered high into the sky and one had to breathe the fumes of the transport ships instead of fresh air or the briny water of a cool, deep ocean.

He grunted. He strained. At last, the statue lifted a few feet off the ground, held aloft by the Selachii's force hold.

"Good." Off to the side, the presiding Jedi Master who was observing his training--Master Obi-Wan Kenobi--nodded in approval. "You're getting it."

"Thank you, Master." With another grunt, Ne'monid released his hold and turned to give the human a wide, razor-toothed grin; people on Coruscant always flinched when he did that, intimidated by the sight, but the Jedi Master could see it for the expression of joy and gratitude it was.

Anakin was there with them. "Not bad, kid," he said. At that moment, the door opened and in walked Master Yoda. "Getting better you are, Young Ne'monid," said the old Jedi Master, "Skywalker, a new task I have for you." “Yes Master, what do you have for me," he said as Ne'monid kept focusing on his exercise that he was assigned. "A new apprentice you must now take on," said Master Yoda and he turned to the door and there entered a small, blue dragon with red hair, green eyes, "Meet Nathan Aurora Draco, your new padawan he is."

Ne'monid glanced over in the direction of the new apprentice that had been escorted in. He looked small--many back home would call him 'scrawny'--but for some reason the Selachii couldn't keep his eyes off the dragon.

"Focus!"

"Ah!" The statue wobbled in the air, almost--almost--crashing down to the floor. "Yes, Master Obi-Wan. Sorry."

"How about we start with testing your instincts?" asked Anakin as he held up a small sphere. The dragon nodded as he picked up a helmet with a blind shield over his eyes and he held up a blue light saber at the ready. “Now this exercise is gonna show you how to feel the force around you and that way you can be alert of your surroundings with out seeing them physically," explained Anakin.

Nathan nodded as he held up his lightsaber when the orb used to shoot bolts was in the air. Nathan managed to get the first one but the second one stun his wing. "Ouch!" he yelped.

“Just focus Nathan empty your mind" Anakin said softly watching on.

Nathan sighed as he breathed slowly and this time, he managed to deflect every bolt shot at him. "That's it," said Anakin as he kept on watching.

Nathan was still practicing but then lifted the helmet to look at Ne'monid. Suddenly, a bolt stung his hand and it made him drop his lightsaber. He shook his hand as the blind shield went down again and the dragon was flailing around until he tripped over his own tail and a miraculous thing happened. As he fell, a burst of snow and ice shot out of his hand and made a direct hit at the orb freezing it solid and making it fall to the ground where it shattered. No one was hurt, but Nathan was on the ground whimpering and feeling very foolish.

Ne'monid was staring. Anakin was staring. Obi-Wan was staring. "Well now, that was quite something." Obi-wan moved over to help the young dragon up and brush him off. “Those cryogenic abilities of yours seem a little undisciplined. But they should be easier to control with greater understanding of the Force."

"I don't believe it," gasped Anakin, "I've heard of elemental wielders but I didn't think there were any left." Nathan was shivering and when the helmet was lifted, he had tears in his eyes. "I... I'm so sorry," he said softly. "It wasn't your fault, Nathan," said Anakin, "A stung hand could happen to anyone."

"Why don't you take a break for now." Obi-wan glanced over to Ne'monid. "That goes for you, too. We will reconvene in two hours to continue your training." The older man nodded to Anakin.

"Yes, Master." Ne'monid sighed in relief, wandering over towards the trio. He was still looking Nathan over curiously.

"It only stings for a little bit," said Anakin, "It goes away later. In the mean time, my master told me about this great diner here on Coruscant that's ran by a friend of his, Dex." Nathan looked up at the human and smiled. "Thanks," he said softly. He looked up at the shark blushing a light pink on his cheeks. "Uh... Hi," he said shyly.

"Hello." Ne'monid looked down to the dragon, trying to think of something to say. "Uh... That ice thing was... really impressive." He shifted from foot to foot, glancing away. Although it wasn't really visible on his face--Selachii weren't very expressive at all--his heart was fluttering just being around the dragon. He'd never felt that before, much less around another male.

"I come from Endor," said Nathan trying to break the silence, "Our people were in tune with nature helping the plant life grow and bringing food to those in need... It was a common gift to be granted the element of earth... But it is extremely rare for us to be given the gift of winter."

"I see. That sounds similar to how things were on my planet. Though... if you couldn't take what you needed, you would go without." The Selachii grunted, scratching at his gills. "I'm from Castilion, out on the Outer Rim. Uh, I'm still not really used to Coruscant, but... if you'd like, I could show you around?"

"I'd like that, thank you," said Nathan smiling when his stomach growled, "But first can we get something to eat?"

"Sure." Ne'monid nodded. "Master Obi-Wan has told me about the diner that Master Anakin mentioned. I believe I remember where it is. Just follow me." He turned, motioning for the dragon to do so, and then led Nathan out of the room. Out of the temple. Out into the streets of Coruscant.

Nathan looked around the diner to see it bustling with life and a droid waitress rolling around serving food and drinks.

"Uh..." The larger male looked around, and then placed a hand on Nathan's shoulder and pointed to an open table off to the side. "There, let's go ahead and sit down."

Then the waitress droid rolled up. "What can I do for you, darlings?" she said.

"I'll have..." Ne'monid looked through the menu. "The steak. Rare, please."

Nathan looked through the menu as well. "The same. Medium well please," he said.

"So..." As the waitress droid rolled away, Ne'monid tapped a few times on the tabletop. He shifted in his seat. He reached up to scratch at his gills, glancing around the crowded diner. It seemed like the big shark man was a little at a loss for words, or perhaps he didn't know how to start off a conversation.

"So, what's your world like?" asked Nathan, "Is it a civilized world like the Republic?"

"Ehhhhh..." Ne'monid nodded his head from side to side. "Like I said, it's on the Outer Rim. We don't have droids, or very many star ships, or things like that." He chuckled. "We also don't have magic dragons, so..."

"Well, what do you have?" asked Nathan as their drinks were brought over to them.

"Oceans. Lots of 'em." Ne'monid grunted. "Lots of fish. Lots of sea monsters, too."

"Well, where I come from, on Endor, there's more than just Ewoks," said Nathan, "And as Master Anakin said, my people are elemental wielders. Our people were in tune with nature helping the plant life grow and bringing food to those in need."

"Huh." Ne'monid blinked slowly. "So it is, uh... magic? Not like the Force?"

"Well, yes it is, actually. Or at least that's what my people believed," said Nathan but looked down sadly, "There used to be more of us... But then droids came and killed our people... I was alone. My parents told me to stay hidden no matter what and they tried fighting off the droids... But... "

"I see." The Selachii reached across the table, setting his hand atop Nathan's own. "It is a hard thing. But I am sure that they fought bravely so that you would live."

"Yes, but I was no more than 4 years old back then," said Nathan, "I was on my own. one day, Master Yoda found me sleeping in the wreckage. I didn't even hear the Republic fleet arrive. When Master Yoda looked at me, he told me that I was meant to be so much more."

"Mm." Ne'monid nodded. "I was discovered and brought here only a few years ago, so I was not raised with the other younglings. I suppose that is why we are only meeting now."

"But how did they find you? Do you still have any family left?" asked Nathan.

"Well..." Again, Ne'monid scratched at his gills. "For us Selachii, we're meant to leave our parents' homes as soon as we can support ourselves. 'Sink or swim', I believe, is the phrase." He let out an awkward laugh. "I, well... I discovered my Force powers during a hunt, and I suppose word spread far enough to reach the ears of a Jedi. I was picked up, taken to this place, and... well, here I am." He shrugged, as though it really was as simple as that.

"Wait, you had to leave your parents?" asked Nathan, "That sounds awful. Where I come from, we always stick together to help each other. 'Stronger together' that's what we used to say."

Another shrug. "It is a hard thing, but someone who cannot fend for himself makes himself a burden. That is what we are taught from youth."

"But how old were you when you left home? Weren't you ever close to your family?" asked Nathan as the waitress droid brought over their food.

The Selachii hummed in thought for a long moment. "I believe it was... 10 years? Maybe 11? That's what you call full rotations of a planet around a star right?" As soon as the droid set his plate down in front of him, Ne'monid grabbed the steak in his hands and took a large bite. "Mmff..." He swallowed and then wiped the bit of meat juices dribbling from his lower jaw away with a forearm. "And as for my family, well... My mother and father raised me well, and ensured that I would have the strength and skills to fend for myself. For that, I am grateful to them."

"Do you miss them?" asked Nathan softly as he picked at his food. Talking about family made the dragon miss his own terribly and this didn't go unnoticed by the Selachii.

He reached across the table, setting his hand atop Nathan's once more and giving it a gentle squeeze. "I know they are proud of me, and that is what matters. And I am sure that yours are looking up from the deep and smiling with pride upon you as well, Nathan."

"I hope so," said Nathan, "Miss mine every minute of every day. Without our families, we're no one. I have nothing left of mine."

"That is not true." Another gentle squeeze. "You are you. You came from your parents, but what matters is what you do with the life that they gave you."

"One thing's for sure, I lost my family once, but I won't let it happen to anyone else again. No one should have to suffer what I felt that day," he said boldly.

The Selachii nodded, giving the dragon his best attempt at a close-lipped smile; a difficult prospect with his teeth. "A very good mission to dedicate yourself to."

"But I can't do it alone," said Nathan looking at the shark, "Will you help me? Shall we be friends?"

"Uh..." The Selachii blinked, a bit taken aback, and then smiled fully; wide and toothy and open-hearted. "Alright! I will be your friend, then, Nathan."

"Thanks," said Nathan as the two shook hands. As the years passed, both padawans had grown to become brave Jedi Knights. True to their promise, the two were inseparable. But it was on one particular mission that would change their lives.

The transport ship landed on Tatooine, among the hustle and bustle of the space port. Nobody around took notice of the pair of brown-robed figures who departed along with the other passengers, quickly making their way into the crowd. "Ugh. Desert planet..." Ne'monid grunted, scratching at his gills. "My skin's already drying out..."

"Allow me," said Nathan as he put his hands on either side of Ne'monid's gills and frosted them. "The melting ice should keep them hydrated for a while," he said softly.

"Mmf..." Ne'monid flinched at the coldness, and then let out a sigh of relief as the ice, indeed, quickly melted to provide relief. "Thanks." He nodded to Nathan with a warm, tooth-filled grin, and then looked around. "So. You remember where we're supposed to meet our contact, right?"

"I think he said something about a cantina, whatever that is," said Nathan, "You have any idea what a cantina is?"

"Uh..." Ne'monid blinked. "...No idea." He let out a long sigh.

Then, an astromech and protocol droid walked up. "R2, behave yourself," said the protocol droid, "We're not here for a vacation and Tatooine is a desert planet, not a beach planet." "3PO, do you know what a 'cantina' is?" asked Nathan. "Yes, I do, sir," said the protocol droid, "It's what the locals on Tatooine refer to as a bar or cafe."

"Then why don't they just call it that...?" Ne'monid shook his head. "I swear, I don't think I'll ever understand how some worlds decide to do things…"

"I think it's because they're used to calling it that in their language," whispered Nathan as they entered and there were so many species of aliens just sitting, drinking, talking and laughing.

"Hmph." The Selachii looked around, peering through the dark and smoky air of the room. Listening. Concentrating. "There." He nodded in the direction of a hooded figure sitting in a dark and out-of-the-way corner.

Nathan nodded as he followed his companion to the stranger. They sat down across from the hooded figure as Nathan asked, "Are you the one who wanted to meet us?"

"I am, yes." The hooded figures head turned, looking around, and then he hunched forward. "I have information about the Jabba the Hut. Information that the Jedi Temple might like to hear..."

"Please do," whispered Nathan as he leaned in closer but for extra secrecy, he waved his hand and a wall of ice formed in front of the opening and it was frosted over to offer privacy. "Now, you were saying?" he asked, "And don't worry. It's sound proof."

"Hm, well, you see, you say that..." The hooded figure's eyes glinted. "But I do have to worry about my safety, you see. If it gets back to old Jabba that I was the one leaking information, well..." He shuddered theatrically. "I need to make sure that the risk is worth the reward, you know...?" Ne'monid just stared flatly. "Are you really trying to bribe a pair of Jedi Knights?" "Oh, 'bribe' is such an ugly word..." The figure tittered. "But you know how it is. I scratch your back, you scratch mine, and all that..."

Nathan just rolled his eyes as he flicked his finger and the hood flew back. "Just tell us who you are and what it is you want," he said plainly.

"Geh!" The alien scrabbled to pull his hood back up, but it was too late.

"Who are you really?" asked Nathan waved his had, "You will tell us the truth."

"My name is Silais. I'm one of Jabba's enforcers." The red-skinned Twi'lek's hand flew up to his mouth, and then he gave Nathan a scowl. "Ugh, hate that dirty trick..." "So, Silais..." Ne'monid leaned forward, opening his mouth to show off his rows of razor-sharp teeth. "Why don't we talk frankly, hm?"

"And if you help us... Maybe we can help you off this planet safely," said Nathan softly as he laid a gentle hand on Silais' hand.

"So, good-cop-bad-cop, is it?" Silais sighed. "Alright, alright. As long as you swear you won't let Jabba or any of his other enforcers get their tender, loving hands on me..." His lips twisted, turning the words into a sneer. "A Jedi's word is his bond." Ne'monid sat back, nodding. "Alright, then..." Another sigh. Another glance around. Then Silais looked between the pair. "Jabba's been getting a little greedy with the exotic cuisine, shall we say. Started ordering us to start going to some backwater planet to pick up some of the local flavor, if you catch my drift." It was Ne'monid's turn to scowl. "Just say what you mean." "Trafficking." For some reason, Silais kept glancing at the Selachii. "He wants us gathering up some of the, uh... the people of that planet... so they can be his meal."

"What planet?" asked Nathan as he felt a small anger rising and looked at Ne'monid, "His planet? The Selachii's home world?"

"If I say 'yes', is he gonna bite my face off...?" "No." Ne'monid snorted, a dark expression on his face. "But I'd like to have words with Jabba." "Y-you can't do that." Silais shook his head. "No one just goes to see Jabba. He'll-!" "You will take us to where he is. Now."

"I have more than just have words for Jabba," growled Nathan as the space grew colder. He was getting angry and Ne'monid knew that Nathan was prone to being angered and had to be calmed down before something worse happened.

He looked over to the dragon, reaching to set a hand on his fellow Jedi's arm. "Nathan." His voice was firm, but soothing. "Remember the teachings. Don't let your anger consume you."

Nathan paused and then closed his eyes as the cold grew less overwhelming. "Sorry," he said softly.

With a gentle pat of the dragon's arm, Ne'monid turned back to Silais. "Now then. We need you to bring us to Jabba. You won't need to worry, we won't let any harm come to you." "Sure you say that..." Silais sighed. "Fine, fine..."

"Let's start, shall we?" asked Nathan as he waved his hand over the icy wall and it melted away instantly.

"Let's." Ne'monid moved to stand up, readjusting his robes. Once Nathan had stood, too, Silais let out one last heavy sigh and got up out of his seat. "Follow me, but not too close. If the other enforcers see me leading you to Jabba's hideout, he really will kill me." He shuddered. "...Eventually."

"Well, I guess you'll have to give him your resignation," said Nathan nonchalantly as he followed the Twi'lek.

"Right, like its that easy..." Silais led the pair out of the cantina and back into the bustle of the streets. Down a thoroughfare, and then a side alley; then another, and another, Ne'monid and Nathan staying at least a dozen paces behind the Twi'lek the whole while.

"It will," said Nathan softly as he kept an eye on Silais. The sight of slaves in chains made the dragon's heat roil inside and he could feel their suffering, their fatigue, and their fear of their slave drivers.

Ne'monid's brow furrowed at the sight, and his hands tightened into fists. However, there was nothing they could do at the moment. Finally, the trio made their way to Jabba's hideout.

"Looks real homie," said Nathan looking Jabba's palace over.

"Mm..." Ne'monid's brow furrowed further. "Oh yeah, it's amazing." Silais rolled his eyes as he turned to the pair. "Okay, just hang back for a bit. I need to get rid of the guards who're on duty. I'll say I'm there to give them a break, and once they're gone, you two come out and 'demand' to see Jabba. Me, being just a poor enforcer, I won't have any choice but to take the two of you straight to him. Sound good?"

"Why not just use our mind tricks on the guards?" asked Nathan, "I hate to put you at risk, Silais."

One of the Twi'lek's brows perked up. "A, just a little late for that. And B, can you mind trick everyone in the hideout, including Jabba himself?"

"Well... No," said Nathan, "But still, I was beginning to like you a little."

Silais blinked, staring at Nathan. "Uh... thanks...?" Ne'monid rumbled. "Nathan is quick to decide who he likes and doesn't like." He stared down at Silais, the weight of his gaze heavy; making it clear what would happen were the Twi'lek to betray the dragon's impression. "Uh, yeah." The Twi'lek cleared his throat. "Thank you. But, really, this'll be the best way. Unless you want Jabba getting antsy at two Jedis trying to break in unannounced." His stare grew flat. "Trust me, you don't want Jabba getting antsy..."

"And he doesn't want me getting angry," responded Nathan, "Alright. We'll follow your plan."

Silais nodded, gesturing for the pair to stay where they were, and then making his way over to the pair of guards. The exchanged a few words with them, a broad--and very strained--smile on his face, and eventually they nodded and made their way inside. The Twi'lek then leaned against the doorway into the hideout for a few moments, glancing behind him occasionally, then looked to where Ne'monid and Nathan were hidden to gesture the two over.

Nathan then came out and announced, "We wish to seek an audience with his excellency, Jabba the Hutt."

"Jedi?" Silais spoke a little louder than he had been. "The great Jabba doesn't deal with Jedi unannounced." He nodded to the pair. Ne'monid quickly caught on, and spoke up. "Then you can announce us." "Geh..." A dramatic sigh. "I can announce you." After tipping Nathan and the Selachii a wink, he turned on his heel. "Follow me..."

Nathan then leaned into Ne'monid. "I still don't see how a big slug can be so powerful," he whispered.

"I don't either, but it would be better not to get into too much trouble on this mission." The Selachii glanced around as they made their way into the hideout, eventually coming out into a large chamber filled with people. Bounty hunters milled about along the walls. Smugglers and criminals of every type gathered in small groups. Courtesans in thin silks wandered to and fro, carrying trays of refreshments. And in the center, on a raised dias, was Jabba himself.

"That's Jabba?" snorted Nathan as he saw the big, fat slug on the dias, "You've gotta be kidding me."

The massive slug began speaking in a gravelly tone, first waving away the scantily-clad dancers in front of him, and then gesturing Silais forward. The Twi'lek moved to kneel before the dais as the slum lord continued to speak. Then, the droid at Jabba's left hand spoke up, translating. "Silais, what is the meaning of bringing a pair of Jedi here before me?" "Lord Jabba, these two have requested an audience. I could not refuse them." A heavy sigh, and then Jabba waved a hand at the Twi'lek. Silais quickly scrambled to the side. "Very well, I will hear them out." Both Jabba and then droid turned to the pair of Jedi, the former gesturing for them to approach. "What is it that you want? I am very busy, and cannot entertain every visitor from the temple who comes to take up my precious time."

"It won't be so busy or precious if you don't answer our questions correctly," snapped Nathan defiantly, "Anyway, we have reason to believe that you have some captive Selachii in your possession."

More talking in that guttural language, the Hutt's eyes narrowing. "Do not threaten me, Jedi boy. While the agreements I have with your temple may be valuable, I will not be talked to like..." The droid hesitated. "Apologies, I am not authorized to translate that phrase." Then Jabba muttered, looking over to Ne'monid, and burst out laughing before adding one last comment. "You are talking about the Selachii... Ah, you mean my soup ingredients." The droid then let out a mechanical laugh, imitating its master. "Come to offer a trade for that little appetizer that came in with you?" Ne'monid's eyes narrowed. "You will release the captives into our custody at once, upon the orders from the Temple." "Pah!" Jabba spoke up again, waving a hand in Ne'monid's direction. "Pah. You are too late for that, bantha fodder."

Nathan growled angrily as the room suddenly grew colder and everyone in the room was shivering with cold. Jabba had a look of confusion. He was used to a hot climate but to suddenly experience a chill in his palace was unheard of. "You will let them go now!" growled Nathan darkly.

The Hutt's narrowed eyes looked Nathan up and down. A few of the bounty hunters stepped forward, reaching for their weapons, but Jabba held up a hand towards them. He spoke a few guttural words, looking to one of the enforcers against the right-hand wall, and nodded. "Alright, you can have what is left. I am done with them, anyhow. And the one is far too small to make for a satisfying meal." "'The one'...?" Ne'monid's brow furrowed, and he looked over to the doorway where the captives were being led through. As soon as he caught sight of them, his eyes flew wide open in horror. Four Selachii men, groaning in pain, barely alive. Bound by the wrists and chained together by thick collars around their necks. And as they walked, they left trails of dark blood from the open wounds where their fins should have been. "Ja'sara!" Then Ne'monid saw another, younger Selachii--just on the cusp of adulthood--being brought in, and he let out another howl of rage. "Re'nowan!"

Nathan gasped and growled at Jabba. "YOU MONSTER!!!" he roared as he thrust his hands at the bounty hunters first with icicles piercing their chests killing them and then he created an icy hand to choke Jabba. "You don't even deserve to live you worthless, lazy worm!" he snarled seeing the fear in Jabba's eyes.

Ne'monid, meanwhile, drew his lightsaber. As a pair of enforcers rushed forward to charge at Nathan, he sliced through them. Then he rushed over to the captives, blocking the blaster bolts being sent his way; deflecting them back at the one holding the captives' chains, killing him. Immediately he began slicing through the Selachii men's bindings to free them, then looked over to Nathan. "Nathan! We need to get them out of here, now!"

But Nathan was too angered to hear him. When he did, he released Jabba's neck, but made the icy hand puncture his tail. "Eat anymore captives and there's more pain where that came from," he snarled as he left a very wounded, frightened, and humiliated Jabba behind.

"Come on." Silais rushed over to the pair, looking from the snarling, groaning, reeling Hutt to the two Jedi. "I've got a transport ready. Down that hall over there." He nodded to a nearby doorway. "Can it fit all of them?" The Twi'lek clicked his tongue at Ne'monid's question. "Yes. But I don't think we'll be able to get them to any medbay before..." "We have to try." The Selachii slung an arm around one of the captives' backs, pulling him up; completely ignoring the hot blood gushing down over the limb. "Ja'sara..." His jaw tensed. "It'll be alright, you're safe..."

Nathan looked over the wounds and then waved his hand to seal them up with his ice. "That should cool the stinging and stop the bleeding, but we better hurry before it grows on them," he said.

Ne'monid nodding. "I need help to get them to the transport." He looked to the young Selachii, his expression softening. “Re'nowan... Can you hear me?" The staring, shellshocked younger Selachii flinched at the sound of his name. His eyes wandered over to the older male. He gulped, jaw working. "U-Unn... Uncle... N-Ne..." "Shh. It's okay. You're safe now." Ne'monid's voice grew gentle, but firm. "Can you help your father to walk? We're going to get you out of here." Re'nowan gulped again, and then nodded. "Y-yes..." "We'd better hurry." Salais kept looking over his shoulder. "Right. Let's go..."

They boarded the transport but there some more guards firing at them. Nathan grew angry as he roared at them and then pulled out his light saber to run at them killing them and removing their heads for good measure.

Ne'monid ignored the dragon's rage, making sure that all of the captives and his nephew were safe and secured. Only when Silais started up the transport, rocketing it away from Jabba's hideout, did the Selachii turn towards the dragon. "Nathan..."

The dragon let out a mighty roar as the palace windows shoot out snow and ice and from the hanger came the dragon flying at top speed with snow streaming behind him.

"What the hell is he doing?!" Silais called from the cockpit, looking back towards the flying dragon.

Then Nathan flew to the transport and made his way inside and landed panting heavily.

Ne'monid moved up towards him, hesitating before setting a hand on the dragon's back. "...Everything is alright now. It will be alright." Even he didn't sound very sure of that.

Nathan was panting as he fell to his knees. "Is... Is everyone safe?" he panted looking up at the shark.

The Selachii nodded, looking to the huddled group. Re'nowan was leaning against Ja'sara, pressing himself against the older, shuddering selachi, while the other three seemed to be resting themselves. “Will they be alright?" asked Nathan softly, "And do you know them?"

Ne'monid nodded, tensing his jaw. "Ja'sara is... my brother. And Re'nowan is his son." He looked to the three others. "I believe I remember them from our village..."

"Are you close?" asked Nathan softly.

Ne'monid shrugged. "I haven't seen them since I left for the temple. I didn't imagine we would meet again like this..." He looked down to the floor. "We would hunt together from time to time, and share our catches with one another."

"Well, why don't you talk with him?" asked Nathan, "After all, they're your family."

"I should, yes... But first, we need to get help for Ja'sara and the others."

"Yes, of course," said Nathan nodding and asked Silais to take them to nearest medical bay.

"Uh, sure..." The Twi'lek, nodded, still glancing over to Nathan every so often. At last they arrived, quickly bringing the injured Selachii inside and handing them over to the medical droids.

"Will they be alright?" asked Nathan looking to Ne'monid when they received a message from Master Windu.

"Nathan, Ne'monid, the both of you are to return to Coruscant immediately. The Council is being convened to discuss what happened on Tatooine." Simple. Direct. To the point. But as they listened to the message, both young Jedi could feel it: they were in very, very bad trouble.

"But... We were only freeing your people," said Nathan looking to his friend, "We didn't do anything wrong."

"That's right, Master." Ne'monid furrowed his brow. "We were charged to investigate the trafficking Jabba was performing, and we rescued the victims of it." "You can both make your defense before the Council." The message ended, leaving the pair looking at one another.

"But... They were your family," said Nathan, "Who does the Council think they are that they to say we can't fight for what's right?"

"I don't know." Ne'monid looked down, growling in frustration. "...Let's leave that for later. For now, I... we... need to make sure Ja'sara and the others are alright." Unfortunately, the diagnosis was bleak. They'd lost a very large amount of blood, and even if they were to recover, they would have difficulty with swimming for the rest of their lives. "They can't go back..." Ne'monid gritted his teeth. "If they do, they'll just be seen as a burden, since they won't be able to hunt for themselves..."

"Then perhaps it's time they change their laws for good and none of this abandonment," said Nathan, "They have to accept the fact that in order to survive, they must help each other, whether they see it that way or not."

"That is easier said than done." Ne'monid sighed heavily. "I would ask the Council for time to make sure that they are alright, but considering Master Windu's message..."

"Well, it should be done!" snapped Nathan, "The Jedi Council should know better than to cast hurt, innocent people aside, and other species should learn not to cast aside their families like an old glove!"

"Nathan..." Ne'monid looked to the dragon. "Calm down."

The dragon was fuming as the room grew colder again but he sat down breathing slowly as he tried to calm himself. "I'm sorry," he said with tears in his eyes, "I'm so sorry."

Ne'monid reached out, setting a hand on Nathan's back. "...I've been thinking about the things you've been saying. And I want to help you, since you've been here to help me. To survive, we must help each other, right?" He sighed, looking into the room where Re'nowan was sitting by Ja'sara's bedside. "No matter what the Council says, Nathan, you are my friend. And I will always, always be grateful for what you've done today."

"Thanks," said Nathan softly, "But what about your family? The wounded? We can't leave them here."

"No, we can't. And we can't take them to Coruscant with us..." "Uh..." Salias spoke up, edging towards the two. "Dunno what kinda Jedi business you guys've got goin' on, but, well... Pretty sure Jabba's gonna be after my head, too, after what happened. If you like, I got some contacts, and can make sure your buddies end up in a safe place after they recover." Ne'monid stared down at the Twi'lek for a while. "I suppose we don't have any choice..."

"Very well," said Nathan, but secretly, he was vowing to come back should things not go well for him with the Council.

Ne'monid nodded. Then he made his way into the resting room, over to Re'nowan. "Re'..." He draped an arm around the younger Selachii's shoulders, and Re'nowan turned to surge into a clinging hug with his uncle. "I'll need to leave for a little while." "No. Don't." Re'nowan's grip tightened. "We've only just met again after all this time. And father and the others..." "Shh. You need to be strong." He gently cupped the younger male's cheek. "A friend of ours will be watching over you. And once things are resolved, I'll come back for you and Ja'sara. I swear it."

Nathan felt his heart ache when he saw the sad look on young Re'nowan's face. He knew what it was like to yearn for family.

The older shark pressed his forehead against the younger one's. "Your father will need you now more than ever. I'm trusting him into your care, alright?" "...Okay..." "I will come back. And when I do, then we figure out where to go from here." Slowly, reluctantly, he pulled away from Re'nowan. "Those in the deep will watch you, Re'nowan. And I will hope to join your hunt again, soon." "The same to you, Uncle..." Re'nowan nodded, a determined expression spreading on his face. Ne'monid nodded in return, and then turned to Salias and Nathan. "If anything happens to them..." He left the rest unsaid, snorting in the Twi'lek's direction, then turned to Nathan. "Let's go."

After a long flight, they arrived back in Coruscant. The two Jedi went straight to the Council chambers to confront the Jedi Council.

"We received word from Tatooine about your activities." Obi-Wan was the first to speak, looking between the pair of younger men. "What we have heard is... most distressing." "What we have felt, even more so." Shaak-ti grunted. "The waves of anger and hatred rippling through the Force would make the most ardent of Sith masters blush." "What he was doing was abominable." As he spoke, Ne'monid kept his eyes down to the floor, glaring at the space between he and Nathan and the Council members. "Anger should be perfectly justifiable when-" Mace Windu cut him off. "There is no justification for reckless slaughter."

"So you would rather leave those poor people to become mince meat to a lazy, fat, arrogant worm as Jabba the Hutt?" snarled Nathan angrily, "What kind of sick, twisted request is that?"

"That is exactly what we are talking about." Mace sighed heavily. "That anger of yours blinds you to the true path of the Jedi. When it curdles into hatred, all you can ever bring is ruin and suffering." "We saved those people. My people." Ki-Adi-Mundi lifted a brow. "And how many lives did you take needlessly in order to do so?"

"It doesn't matter how many soldiers we fought for freedom. Those slaves needed help. You're the most stuck up and lazy masters I've ever seen in this temple and you know it!" roared Nathan angrily.

Yoda tapped the butt of his staff on the ground. "Enough, that is." He looked from Nathan to Ne'monid and back again. "Darkened and clouded, your heart has become. Consider your position in the Order, we must." Mace looked to the older council member, and nodded. "Both of you, return to your chambers while we decide what to do with you." "Masters-" "Ne'monid. Nathan." Obi-Wan looked at the pair of them, disappointment in his gaze. "You are dismissed. Return to your chambers immediately." He let out a heavy sigh. "We will summon you again once we have reached a consensus. For now, I suggest you both meditate long and hard upon the tenants of the Light Side of the Force." Ne'monid gritted his teeth, glaring daggers at the floor, but nodded. "Yes, Masters."

"NO!" yelled Nathan as he blasted the masters out of their seats with the force and his ice magic, "You messed with the wrong dragon!" He looked to Obi Wan and Anakin. "I thought you of all people would know about the cruelty that is placed upon slaves, but I see you're still blinded," he snarled.

"Nathan!" Ne'monid grabbed onto the dragon's wrist. "That's enough, we need to-"

But Nathan back handed Ne'monid. "Don't try to stop me," he growled but looked at his friend and held out his hand, "I can't free all of the slaves without your help. Will you join me in making this a safe place without these lazy good-for-nothing wimps hiding behind their walls? Together, we can rise above the expectations of others and no families will have to separate from each other."

Ne'monid gritted his teeth, holding his cheek. "Nathan, this... This isn't the way to go about it." He shook his head. "We can't just-" He was cut off as the both of them were slammed into the floor by the weight of the entire Council's force holds. "Nathan! We cannot allow you to fall further to the Dark Side!" Obi-Wan grunted.

But the dragon growled as the entire room grew cold and the council members were frozen solid. "You want me to be the bad guy?" he snarled as he got up, "Fine. Now, I'm the bad guy. The dragon known as Nathan is no more... Long live the Snow King!" He turned and left leaving Ne'monid untouched so the Selachii would be free either to thaw the council or join Nathan. The dragon walked down the halls freezing anyone who tried to stop him. He left a cold trail of ice behind him as he left the temple.

Ne'monid groaned, forcing himself up to his knees. Looking around at the carnage Nathan had left behind. "Damn it..." He gritted his teeth, and pounded a fist against the floor. "Why did things turn out this way…?"

Just then, Yoda and the rest of the council broke out of the ice, but it was too late to stop the dragon. Nathan was gone.

Meanwhile, Nathan had found an empty star cruiser in a hanger that was all fueled up. "Hmmm... I could use a ride out of here," he thought, "And an interpreter too." He soon spotted a protocol droid with pure white coverings speaking with a silver astromech. "Excuse me," said Nathan coming up, "Might I inquire as to what you two are up to?"

"Ah, hello, Jedi Knight Nathan." The protocol droid turned towards the dragon, giving him a slight bow. "We had prepared this cruiser upon one of the Masters' orders, and are now waiting for his return. Is there something that I may assist you with?"

"Well, first of all, I'm now known as the Snow King and your new master," said Nathan, "Second, I could use your help in flying this ship." He flicked his hands and the restraining bolts on the droids fell off in an instant.

"Ah." The lights of the protocol droids eyes flickered for a moment, and then brightened back up. "Very well. I am KC-4U, and I am at your service."

"Thanks," said Nathan and turned to the astromech, "And who might you be sir?"

The astromech droid beebed and whistled a few times. "Ah, of course, how rude of me." KC-4U nodded. "This is R3-D6, although he prefers to go by 'Reggie'."

"Pleased to meet you, Reggie," said Nathan and then they boarded the cruiser, "So, know any planets that have lots of snow and ice?"

"There is Hoth, though it is outside of this system."

"Then that's the place to go," said Nathan as he went to the bridge, "Set a course to the Hoth system." The ship started to rise up and took off as the owner of the ship came out running.

"Oh dear..." KC-4U looked out the back of the cruiser at the shouting figure disappearing into the sky.

"Don't worry," said Nathan, "I'll be your new master from now on." Before anyone could do anything, the ship jumped to light speed and was never seen again.

Later back at the temple, Obi Wan was summoned to locate General Grievous. He was on his way when he caught sight of Ne'monid sitting alone in the meditation room. He walked inside and closed the door. "Ne'monid? Is everything alright?" he asked softly.

"Master..." Ne'monid's voice was flat and tired. "It was my fault that Nathan..." He trailed off, shoulders shaking. "I should have been able to prevent it."

"No one could've known what would happen," said Obi Wan resting a hand on the Selachii's shoulder, "All we can do is remember him as he was before."

Ne'monid let out deep, heavy sigh. "Master... The captives he and I rescued were Selachii. Jabba had... cut their fins off to make meals of them..." He gritted his teeth. "Among them were my brother and my nephew. If they return to Castilion, they will surely die. I know that after what happened, I have no right to ask this, but I beg the Order to help them."

"So that's what really happened," said Obi Wan feeling shocked, "Ne'monid, I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I'll speak to them about it. In the meantime, the Council's asked me to confront Grievous."

Ne'monid nodded. "Thank you, Master. In that case, I... I suppose I will continue my meditation."

"Alright, but if you ever feel the need to talk, just say so," said Obi Wan smiling as he left.

The Selachii furrowed his brow, closed his eyes, and sunk deep into meditation. Into concentration. He tried to feel out where Nathan had gone..

However, Nathan was so far away, he couldn't feel his presence.

It wasn't until a few days later when Ne'monid was on a mission with a handful of clones when he heard a transmission say, "Execute Order 66."

"Wha-?" It was only by reflex that he dodged the blaster bolt, turning toward the clone who had fired at him. Then the others raised their blasters, and the Selachii was barely able to draw his lightsaber in time to deflect the barrage.

It was then Obi Wan swooped in with Yoda and they saved Ne'monid just in time.

"Master Yoda! Master Obi Wan!" The Selachii panted, both in relief and exhaustion. "What is going on?"

"The Jedi are being hunted down," said Obi Wan.

"What?!" The Selachii looked between the two of them. "But why?"

"It appears Palpatine is Darth Sidious and he's made this an empire now," said Obi Wan, "Any luck finding Nathan?"

"No." Ne'monid shook his head. "I've looked all over this system, but there's no sign of him."

"Then I'm sure the force shall guide him well, wherever he is," said Obi Wan. "Far away, young Nathan is," said Yoda, "But sensing growing power I do."

"Where?" The Selachii looked down to Yoda. "...Forgive me. From where, Master?"

"I'm sensing... Hoth," said Yoda, "But you must go there alone. Lonely he is. Seeks your love he does. Go to him you must."

"Alright, Master. If you are sure." The Selachii nodded. "But what of the Order?"

"Guide you the Force will," said Master Yoda, "Your instincts you must trust." Elsewhere, on the planet Hoth, an imperial shuttle had just landed on the icy plains.

The ramp lowered, and a group of clone warriors--their armor altered and their designation changed with the coming of the new Empire--filtered out, blasters at the ready. Then a larger figure in black armor made his way out, cape billowing in the icy wind as he looked around. The eyes of his helmet locked onto a massive spire in the distance, and he nodded, setting out in that direction. The group quickly came to the gates of the castle, which were guarded by a pair of large, white and shaggy-furred creatures that growled at their approach.

They lowered their spears at the dark figure as they stood before the castle. "Well, well," said a voice in the figure's head, "Look what the rancor dragged in."

The figure grunted, holding a hand up to order the troopers to hang back. Then he lifted his gaze upward towards the castle, ignoring the wampas leveling their spears at him. "Nathan. Or I suppose it's the Snow King, now." He, too, spoke without words, using the force to return that greeting. "You seem to have quite the set up here."

Then the gates to the courtyard opened and out came a protocol droid. "Hello," she said, "I am KC-4U at your service. My master has agreed to grant you an audience on condition that you leave both saber and troops outside please."

The figure let out another grunt, speaking out loud in a deep, modulated voice. The troopers will remain here. The lightsaber, however, will remain on my person. This is non-negotiable." "Lord Vader, do you think that's-?" "Silence." The dark figure turned towards the trooper who had spoken, and then back to the protocol droid. "Do not waste my time any longer. Take me to your master."

"Oh... Well, he'll be most unpleased about the light saber, but as for the troops waiting out here, I suppose he may allow it just this once," gulped KC-4U, "Won't you come inside?" She led Lord Vader through a court yard that was filled with several frozen statues. "I'm afraid my master doesn't take likely to trespassers and assassins very well," she said, "As you can see, all the bounty hunters, separatists and other such criminal vulgarity are frozen here."

The eyes of Lord Vader's helmet passed over the menagerie of frozen droids and organics alike dispassionately. "I can indeed see that. It is good to see he has learned not to suffer fools."

When they opened the doors of the main entry hall, the walls were lined with statues of many Jedi who've been killed during the Order. "And as you can see, his majesty was well aware of Order 66 and he erected these monuments in honor of the Jedi who gave their lives to keep our galaxy safe, may they rest in peace," said KC as she continued on down the hall.

"And I am immediately disappointed." Lord Vader snorted. "Clinging to sentimentality is useless, especially for such a rotten institution as the Jedi Order." He looked away from the statues, quickly moving past them without further acknowledgment.

"The throne room is just up ahead, sir," said KC as she led the Sith Lord through another row of doors and inside there were icy columns and icicles all around. On the throne was a fur pelt draped across the seat. "His majesty will be with you shortly," said KC, "Please wait here while I announce your arrival." With that, she left Vader alone in the throne room.

Vader stood tall, waiting for the Snow King's arrival as he looked around the room. It had been a long time since he'd seen the dragon; not since their days in the temple, when he had been instructing Nathan on how to use the Force. Though the expression of his helmet was impassive, inside the Sith glowered at the thought of how foolish they both had been in those days. However, perhaps this would be the perfect chance to enlighten his old student on the power of the Dark Side.

"Do you like what I've done with the place?" said a voice over to the side. There stood a dragon in pure white robes and tall, glittering crown on his head. His once blue scales had now turned pure white as the snow around him as well as his hair. "And I see you've upgraded a new look just as I have," said the dragon as he sat on his throne with a long scepter in his hand. In the handle was his light saber. "May I present his majesty, King Nathan Aurora Draco, the Snow King," said KC as she bowed before the king and an astromech rolled in bowing as well. He rolled up to Lord Vader with some warm refreshments but then backed away nervously. "Don't be rude, R3," said KC, "Surely Lord Vader would like something to warm himself from the cold."

"That will not be necessary." Vader waved the astromech away. "This suit takes adequate care of both hydration and temperature control." He turned his eyes back to Nathan. "It's certainly impressive to have done all this on your own. Even tamed the wampas, I saw." A quiet laugh. "You have come a long way from the young knight I once knew, my student. But I know that you can go much further."

"And by further, you mean snare everyone in sight into slavery?" asked Nathan, "Sorry, not my style... Unless it was someone who owned slaves and lives on the planet Mal Hutta." Mal Hutta was of course the home of the Hutts.

Vader laughed. "Yes, that's what I'm talking about. You have a deep-seated hatred for the Hutts, don't you? For all slaveowners..." He nodded to Nathan. "I know how it is. Our old Masters would have directed us to cast aside that hatred. But in the right hands, it can be used as a power far greater than anything the Light Side could offer."

"Indeed," said Nathan, "And I still owe Jabba for that Selachii mutilation that led to my banishment." His hands gripped tightly around his scepter. "How soon were you planning to start?" he asked.

"Immediately, if it would please Your Majesty." With a slightly-mocking laugh, Vader bowed to the dragon. "I have a ship prepared, and plenty of troopers to enact your vengeance. Although, speaking from experience, vengeance is best wrought by one's own hands."

"And revenge is a dish best served cold," said Nathan as he stood up, "I shall summon my wampas to accompany me." "But sir, remember your condition," said KC, "Any form of heat around you and we'll have to put you in a cooling chamber for several hours." "Which is why you and R3 are coming with me to monitor my status," said Nathan.

"Good. I will meet you outside the gates, then." Vader nodded. "It will be a pleasure to work with you again, my student." With that, he turned on his heel and swept out of the throne room.

Nathan then turned to KC and whispered, "I don't trust him. R3, send word to any remaining Jedi or rebels just in case. And keep quiet." R3 beeped and rolled out to the computer to send any emergency frequencies. "What will you do, your majesty?" asked KC. "I will go with Vader," he said, "You and the wampas keep my cooling capsule close."

Meanwhile, far away from Hoth--but en-route--Ne'monid stared out the window of the cruiser at the passing stars. He took a deep breath in, and let it out slowly; from that vantage point, the galaxy looked so peaceful. How could everything have gone so wrong? He broken out of his thoughts by the door sliding open, and a golden protocol droid stepping into the room. He grunted, looking over his shoulder, and gave the droid a nod. "Threepio. Something happen?"

"Yes, sir," said the golden protocol droid feeling annoyed, "I'm in great distress about mine and R2's accommodations." Just then the ship lurched and C-3PO fell backward into a sanitation closet ending up with a bucket on his head. "Why me?" he groaned. R2-D2, his counterpart and an astromech, looked at Threepio and let out a chortling beep. "I don't see anything funny about all this, R2," sulked Threepio.

Ne'monid made his way over, helping the protocol droid up. "I'm sorry, but this was the best ship I could find, and it only has the two bedrooms." He plucked the bucket off of Threepio's head, setting it aside. It'll only be for a while longer. Once the Empire's attention slacks from trying to find the last of the Order, I'll be more able move freely."

"Not if you keep on acting the way you do," said a human who walked in and chuckled at the sight, "Why, Threepio, I didn't know you were programed for house keeping." "Master Sirus, this is not house keeping, the accommodations are- Ah!" Another shudder caused the protocol droid to fall forward and have his head stuck in the bucket again. "I'm sorry, but it was the only ship that wasn't guarded by troopers. And besides, being a bounty hunter has its ups and downs," said Sirus, "Listen, Ne'monid, you helped me once, and now I think this time you owe me big for saving your neck."

The Selachii sighed heavily. "I would have thought that would make us even, but I suppose not." He looked to Sirus, crossing his arms over his chest. "I can pay you back once I finish my business on Hoth, alright?"

"Oh, no you don't," said Sirus smirking pulling the Selachii into the bedroom, "I know a way that you can repay me right here and right now." He looked to the droids. "R2, can you fly the ship for a while? Me and Ne'monid will be... busy," he said smirking as he closed the door.

"Guh!" The Selachii grunted looked to Sius, readjusting his robes. "Alright, then. What exactly did you have in mind, hmm?" He huffed, the permanent scowl of his shark-like face only growing deeper; though Sirus knew the Jedi far too well to be intimidated.

"So, tense," said Sirus as he sat Ne'monid down on the bed and began massaging the Selachii's shoulders. He remembered that a good shoulder massage was the first step to starting a Selachii mating ritual. "Maybe if you do this, I can do whatever you ask me to do," he said as he lay Ne'monid down on his back and his face was mere inches away from the Jedi's face, "Deal?"

"Mmmf..." The shoulder rub had gotten the Selachii hot and bothered, his face faintly flushed and his thighs pressing together. "If the Order was still around, they likely wouldn't approve..." He gazed at the human's face, finally reaching up to cup it with his palm. "But... I suppose you have a deal..."

"And I'll bet your friend, whoever he is, would enjoy this with you too," said Sirus as he kissed Ne'monid deeply and slowly slipped the Selachii out of his robes.

The Selachii's body was large, toned, muscular. Grey on the backside, with a cream-colored underbelly. He moaned, long and low and deep as he pressed into the kiss with Sirus, trying to be careful with his teeth. "Mm... I hope that he would..." Ne'monid rumbled, tugging at the bounty hunter's shirt. "Get this off..."

"Thought you'd never ask, handsome," said Sirus as he removed all of his clothes till he was naked, "How about we take this to the shower unit? I hear Selachii's like to mate in water."

"We do, yes." Ne'monid sat up, his already-stiff erection bobbing against his stomach. Or rather, erections; Selachii men had two, rising up from a slit in their otherwise-smooth crotches. He looked down to Sirus cock and balls, rumbling, and reached down to cup the latter in his palm. Hefting them. Rolling the firm orbs in their silky sack. "I never thought I'd get the chance to mate with another male. I've wanted to all my life, though..."

"Well, here's your chance," said Sirus as he brought Ne'monid into the shower unit, knelt down and began sucking on the top cock and alternated between both cocks.

"Haaah..." Feeling the warm water cascading over them, Ne'monid sighed and leaned back against the wall to let Sirus suck on him. "Good..." His hand landed atop the bounty hunter's head, rubbing and stroking while he began to buck his hips. "I wish I could return the favor, but with my teeth and all..."

"Don't feel so shy," said Sirus as he pulled his mouth off, "I trust you." He stood up and made the Selachii kneel down, "Just keep your mouth open and your lips pressed around my cock," said the human as he leaned against the wall.

"Sirus..." Ne'monid groaned, pushing forward to rub his broad nose against the human's groin. Through his pubes and into the crooks of his thighs. Down underneath to the man's balls, and then further down into the musky pit behind them. Sniffing deep all the while, and letting out humid breaths. "You smell good..." Looking up at the human, he did what Sirus said: keeping his mouth open, he carefully took the bounty hunter's cock into his mouth, and then wrapped his lips around it while caressing it with his tongue.

"Yeah, that's it," moaned Sirus, "You're a natural... You sure you haven't done this before?"

"Mmmn..." The Selachii bobbed on the human's erection a few times, and then pulled off. "No, never. Although..." He licked his lips, and then the leaking tip of the cock before him. "...I have dreamed of it more than a few times..."

"Then don't stop there," said Sirus as he turned around to present his hole, "Get me all slicked up and maybe stretch me open for your cocks. I've taken one cock and double penetrated but I've never did it with a guy with two cocks."

Ne'monid rumbled in arousal at the sight, reaching forward to grasp and spread the human's pert asscheeks. He pressed his face into that opened cleft, rubbing it to the top of the crack and then down to Sirus' taint; once more sniffing, and snuffling, and grinding his nose right against the human's slightly-loose hole. "Mmngh... I've dreamed of this as well..." Finally he licked the flexing rim, tasting the rich musk he'd been inhaling, and then began to slurp around and over and into Sirus' hole.

"Yeah, baby," moaned Sirus, "Get a good taste and get me ready for you."

Pushing inside. Swirling all around. Prodding at the inner walls, and brushing against Sirus' prostate. Ne'monid seemed happy to stay there for hours eating out the human's rear end, but at the same time his pulsing cock begged for action, too. Finally he pulled back, gasping and panting, and stood up to press in behind the human.

"Start with one cock first... And then join the second one," said Sirus panting, "But do it slowly first. Give me time to adjust."

"Right... Mmn..." The Selachii rocked his hips, grinding both throbbing erections into the cleft of Sirus' ass. Back and forth, the turgid lengths brushing and rubbing on that slickened hole. At last he pulled back, pressing the tip of one erection against Sirus entrance, and pushed. Slow, slow, sinking it into the bounty hunter's back passage while wrapping his arms tight around Sirus in an embrace.

"Oh, yeah, baby," moaned Sirus turning his head to kiss Ne'monid, "Now... Slide your other cock in me."

Ne'monid did, just as slowly, working both thick cocks into Sirus as the pair kissed. His hands stroked up and down the human's chest and stomach, and finally slid down to grasp the human's own erection. Finally, he hilted inside of the smaller man. "Mmmf... So good, Sirus." He rumbled, and gave Sirus another kiss. "Better than I ever imagined..."

"I... I know," he moaned, "Now, hump me good, big boy." He moaned as he felt the Selachii go in and out of his hole and it was driving him closer to climax.

In, and then out. Harder and faster and deeper. Ne'monid began to pound Sirus' ass, holding him close and tight, working both cocks deep into that clamping back passage. The pair moaned and panted, sharing a few more passionate kisses and caresses with one another. "I... I feel it." Ne'monid let out a soft, purring growl. "Tell me to breed you, Sirus..."

"Breed me! Fill me with your cum!" whimpered Sirus as he too felt close.

With another growl, Ne'monid slammed home inside of Sirus, and did just that. His cocks twitched, and jumped, and erupted. Shot after shot of thick, sticky Selachii semen flooded the human's back passage, being pumped deep into him. "Nnngh! Sirus...!"

Sirus gasped and panted as he too came onto the shower wall and he pulled the shark into a deep, passionate kiss. "That was... Good," he said breathlessly, "Let's get some rest."

"Mm... Let's..." Ne'monid picked the human up, cradling Sirus in his arms as they dried off. Then he carried Sirus out into the bedroom, and laid down on the bed with him in his arms.

They lay there for a while under the covers when Threepio's voice sounded from the intercom. "Master Ne'monid! We have a message from Master Nathan!" he said, "And it's urgent!"

The Selachii grunted, quickly sitting up. "Ah, I'll be right out! Thanks, Threepio!" He scrambled for his robes, pulling them on. "I'm sorry to leave you, but... I need to take this message."

"I understand," said Sirus as he sat up and pulled his pants on and went out shirtless.

They made their way to the cockpit, Ne'monid nodding to the protocol droid before reaching to the console to play the message.

R2 beeped and booped. "He said that he received a message from Nathan saying that he and Lord Vader were on their way together to attack the planet Mal Hutta, home of the Hutts," said Threepio, "Oh dear!" "If a war starts up on Mal Hutta, every bounty hunter in the galaxy's gonna want to take a shot at this guy... That is if the employer lives," said Sirus.

"Damn it, Nathan... What are you thinking...?" Ne'monid's brow furrowed. "Change course. We're going to Mal Hutta."

"And he also says that Lord Vader invited him to come along and the Snow King went willingly," said Threepio, "Sir, are you sure going headlong into danger is really the best call to action?"

"What other course of action is there? Nathan is already steeped in the Dark Side. If he goes further, then..." The Selachii gritted his teeth.

"He can still be helped," said Sirus, "If Nathan was fully in the dark side, would he have sent that message?"

"I suppose not..." The Selachii let out a heavy sigh, and nodded to the bounty hunter.

Back with Nathan and Vader, the dragon had made a pure white light saber and was ready and waiting as a landing party was making its decent onto Mal Hutta.

Vader made his way over to join the dragon, the pair waiting as their ship descended to the ground. "Remember what I told you, Nathan. Let the hate flow through you. Use it to fuel your body and mind."

"The sight of all those Selachiis being butchered by that... That... I could just tear them apart for what they did!" he roared as the inside of the ship suddenly grew colder.

"Good. That's right." At last, the ship shook slightly as it landed, and the ramp lowered to allowed them out. "Let us begin your first lesson in use of the Dark Side: mercy is a weakness that must be quashed."

Outside, several soldiers and bounty hunters had gathered to see who was at the landing platform. But when the landing doors opened, a huge cold wind blasted them back covering the surrounding structures in snow and ice.

They tried to right themselves and get into position, but a hail of blaster fire from the lowering ramps of the other ships cut them down. Screams began to rise through the air as the storm troopers fanned out, Nathan and Darth Vader following behind to oversee the carnage.

Nathan looked to the palace where he could sense some Hutts convening and there were three others he knew very well from the past and met them long ago. He first went to the dungeons and slayed the jailer. He held out his hand as the locks frosted over and then he clenched his hand in a fist making the locks crush in on themselves.

The prisoners looked up to their savior, pressing themselves back against the wall.

"Hurry," said Nathan, "You're free now."

They nodded, thanking the dragon, and then rushed past and out of the jail. Nathan heard blaster fire coming from the other rooms and corridors, along with pained cries.

The Snow King hurried up to see who was making the cries.

He turned to see a group of storm troopers and Vader herding together a group of Hutt civilians, who were trembling and huddling together. One trooper smashed the butt of his gun against a--very young-looking--straggler's back, making him yelp and whimper and cling to a larger Hutt's side. "Ah, Nathan." Vader turned to the dragon, giving him a nod. "You're just in time." With a wave of his hand, he ordered the troopers to stand back and keep their guns trained on the group of Hutts. "Would you like to do the honors?"

Nathan looked at the young Hutt and then at the larger Hutt. "You," he said, "Have you ever kept any slaves? Those who have own slaves by force come forward... Now."

Vader snorted. "What does it matter. They are Hutts." He looked to Nathan. "If they have no slaves, then they know and support those who do. When that one grows..." He gestured to the young Hutt, who buried his face against the older one's tail. "...It will keep slaves, because that is what its' race does." He looked to the dragon. "They are all guilty. Why distinguish one from the other?"

"Because I believe that there are those who've been working themselves. That young one does not own slaves. The one I'm really looking for is Jabba the Hutt and he is not among them," said Nathan, but heard a storm trooper fire at an elder. The dragon held his head up and then growled. "You dare fire without my say?" he growled. The trooper whimpered begging for mercy but Nathan sent an icicle through the clone's chest.

Vader looked down at the trooper, then back to Nathan. "You are still soft. I told you, did I not, you must let your hatred flow through you." With that he ignited his lightsaber, turned, and cut the young Hutt down. The older Hutt cried out, clutching his child's body and screaming at Vader in Huttese; at least, until the rest of the troopers began to fire, mowing the rest of the group down. "Let this be a lesson to you." Vader signaled with his hand, and the troopers began to file out of the room. "Mercy is weakness."

Nathan gasped but then growled as he roared and all of the clones were frozen solid in ice and Vader was up to his arms in ice. "You messed with the wrong dragon," he snarled aiming his lightsaber at Vader's throat, "Or maybe I should send you on your way to join your sweet little Padmé?"

Vader just laughed. "There you go, that's more like it." He grunted, shattering the ice with the force. As he brushed off his cape and armor, he turned his back on the dragon and began walking out of the room, leaving the troopers to their fate. "Keep that anger strong, Nathan."

"And so you really did kill Padmé with no regrets," said Nathan as he reached deep into Vader's mind. The Sith Lord realized that maybe the dragon was more powerful than he thought.

Vader turned, knocking the dragon back with a force blast of his own. "Do not speak that name in my presence again. That is your final warning."

"Or what?" snapped Nathan growling as he was stalling while his wampas secretly helped a Twi'lek, two familiar Selachii, and a young Hutt and his mother who survived the massacre.

The pair stared one another down. At last, Vader let out another snort. "We are wasting time." He nodded towards the window to the room, through which they could see the city burning and hear the screams of the other citizens. "Are you going to finish what we have started, or..." Nathan could hear the smirk in Vader's voice. "Will you allow these slavers to continue spreading misery through the galaxy?"

"I will finish them off... But in my own way," said Nathan, "Next stop, Tattooine. I'm going to pay a visit to Jabba the Hutt."

"Very well." Vader nodded. "Remember what I told you."

KC heard all of this and she sent another transmission to Ne'monid about his brother, nephew and Silais.

The message came through just as Ne'monid's ship broke atmosphere. While Sirus, Threepio, and R2 looked down in horror at the rampant destruction, the Selachii gritted his teeth hearing that his brother, nephew, and Silais had been recaptured. "We need to find which ship is Nathan's. I need to know they're safe..."

"Master Ne'monid," said Threepio, "We just received another message from Nathan. He says he's sending your family to safety at Hoth while he and Vader go to Tatooine."

"Tatooine..." Ne'monid's brow furrowed, and he looked conflicted. To pursue Nathan, or to make sure his family was alright. He wanted to trust the dragon, but...

"There's a spare ship attached in my ship's hanger. I'll go check your family," said Sirus.

The Selachii nodded, giving Sirus a small smile. "Thank you."

And with that, Sirus offered Threepio and R2 to Ne'monid but before they parted, the human gave the Selachii a deep kiss. "Be careful," he said before he watched the Jedi go to the hanger.

"You too." Ne'monid gave Sirus a nod. And with that, they were off, setting a course for Tatooine.

On Tatooine, the troops were ransacking the inside of Watto's shop, which he had just recently recovered.

"What are you doing?!" The Toydarian fluttered about, trying to save at least some of his junk from being tossed around. "I just organized that!"

"Well, nice to see you were growing up in business again. But it seems a shame you had to gain it by the use of slaves," said Nathan as he walked up to Watto with his lightsaber at the slaver's throat, "Now, where's Jabba the Hutt? He wasn't at his palace when we were there. And please don't insult my intelligence. It makes me very sour."

"You think I know? I'm just a customer of his." The Toydarian remained nonplussed, even with the lightsaber inches from his neck. "Now could you tell your goons to stop their ransacking? You break it you buy it, buddy."

But Nathan grabbed Watto by the throat. "We do whatever we please," he said, "And the only payment you'll get is your life. It's not worth much. But still, where is Jabba the Hutt?"

"Gh..." Watto squirmed for a few moments. "The only thing I know is that he's gone! I don't know where he went!"

"I know where he isn't," snarled Nathan, "I want to know where he is!" He choked Watto even tighter getting more and more impatient.

"Ngh... gh... Cangh... breah..." Watto choked, his hands scrabbling at Nathan's forearm.

"Worthless," scoffed Nathan as he snapped Watto's neck killing him.

The troopers just watched, standing at attention for the dragon's next order.

"Destroy this workshop," said Nathan as he walked out.

"Yes, sir." Without delay, the troopers got to work. Far away from the carnage, Ne'monid's ship was just breaking the Tatooine atmosphere. He could see from above the rising fire in the middle of Mos Eisley, and directed R2 to land nearby so he could investigate. However, even from that height, he could feel it; Nathan was there.

Nathan was covered in pure white scales, but in the intense heat of the three suns, they were starting to melt slightly and show a patch of blue.

"Nathan!" His hand on his lightsaber, the Selachii approached. "What... what happened to you?"

Nathan froze and he turned around force pushing the Selachii into a building just as storm troopers came up. "Everything alright, sir?" he asked. "I'm fine," he said, "Just some pest control. Nothing to worry about." The troopers nodded and left. The dragon turned to the building where Ne'monid had been sent into. "You better be brave or stupidly suicidal by coming here when Darth Vader is close by," he said, "And I never wanted any innocent blood on my hands. I had to play the part to fool Mr. Chrome-Dome."

"I came here because you playing the part has ended more lives than can be counted." The Selachii glared at Nathan, brushing himself off. "Why are you doing all this, Nathan? That is what I want to know."

"To free those from the grasp of slavery," said Nathan, "I tried to spare those innocent lives on Mal Hutta, but Darth Vader refused to see it that way. So, I decided to direct his attention to other slavers."

"And you can see no other way to do that than to kill people?" The Selachii crossed his arms, one brow perking upward as he continued to glare.

"No, not people... Slavers," said Nathan sharply, "And if I was as evil as Vader, would I have sent your brother and nephew to Hoth to hide?"

"Mm." Ne'monid grunted, his expression softening for just a moment. "I don't think you're as evil as him. But Nathan... You cannot kill indiscriminately." He gestured to the burning shop a few paces away. "This death and destruction... This isn't at all like the Nathan I know. The one who wished to help people."

"I am helping them," said Nathan, "I'm destroying the symbols that stand for slavery and... Wait here." He marched out and saw some troopers cornering two children. "What do you think you are doing?" he said to the troopers. "We have orders to slay anyone who resists," said one trooper. "But we weren't resisting," said one child, "We were only trying to get home after our master was killed. Then the Snow King told us to go home to our parents." "Shut up!" said another trooper. They raised their blasters to shoot the children, but the dragon pulled out his lightsaber and sliced the troopers hands off. "Go back to your master and tell Vader that I've had enough of his reckless stupidity," growled the dragon and turned to the children, "And you are free to go and you must go with your family to a safe haven away from here." The troopers were whimpering for they were helpless as they had lost their hands and ran off.

"That is exactly what I am talking about." Ne'monid looked to Nathan as the dragon returned. "When you maim and kill those who oppose you needlessly, what makes you any better than them?"

"Because I spare innocent children while Vader slaughters men, women and children," said Nathan, "But I can see that Vader does not share my views and he's making a clumsy attempt. Therefore, I shall leave his services and go back to Hoth." But before he could go further, his white scales turned blue again and he began coughing as his blue scales turned to gray. It was at that moment, KC and two wampas found their king looking so weak. "Quick! Take him to his freezing capsule," she said, "He must be restored at once!"

Ne'monid quickly got in touch with Artoo and Threepio, telling them to track his movements as he followed KC and the wampas back to Nathan's ship.

The droids quickly returned to Ne'monid's ship ready for take off. Meanwhile, Nathan was carried back to his ship and he was placed inside a small healing tank. But instead of filling it with water, the entire capsule was covered up with ice. "There," said the protocol droid turning to the Wampa guards, "His majesty should be as good as new by the time the freezing process is complete, or until we return to Hoth. In the mean time, I think it best if I informed Lord Vader about my master's decision to leave. Wait here and protect the king in case of intruders." She then walked out of the ship and made her way to Darth Vader's ship, where the Sith Lord was overseeing the siege from his ship. "Excuse me, sir," she said, "Might I have a word with you? It's about my master, the Snow King."

"What is it?" Darth Vader just barely turned his head to indicate he was listening to the droid.

"It grieves me to inform you that his majesty has fallen under the Summer Phase and the only way he can be revived is that he returns to Hoth, and the second reason is that he desires to have nothing more to do with, as he put it, 'slaughtering innocent families'. His words, sir. Not mine."

"How disappointing." Vader grunted, turning his gaze back to the burning city. "Very well. Tell 'his majesty' that I will be in touch."

"As you wish, Lord Vader," said KC bowing and then departing. She was almost at her master's ship when big hands grabbed her and covered her speaker. She was about to cry for help when she saw a hooded Selachii shushing her. "Please," she whimpered, "Don't deactivate me."

"I won't." Ne'monid pushed off his hood. "I'm... an old friend of Nathan's. I need you to get me on his ship."

"Well, if you're a friend of my master, then I think it's best if you find something to disguise yourself and keep the troopers from recognizing you," she said when she looked over to see a scrap heap that was part of Watto's shop, "Maybe these will do. Have you ever acted like a droid before?"

The Selachii blinked. "I... have not. Although, perhaps a disguise would be best..."

KC-4U then helped the Selachii into some plating and placed an empty battery pack on his back to hide his tail and dorsal fin. Although it was a tight fit for the tail and probably gave Ne'monid a wedgie for having to raise his tail so high, but he had very little choice.

He grunted. He flushed. He turned his eyes away, waiting for KC to finish. Finally, when the droid stepped back, he let out a sigh and straightened up. "There. How do I look?"

"Well, you're not the best looking android but it'll have to do under the circumstances," she said, "Now quickly, do as I do until we reach the ship and whatever you do, don't talk to any of the troopers. Act like you have stiff joints and if someone does talk to you, make some sort of beeping noises like an astromech. Understood?"

"Understood." The Selachii nodded, keeping his eye on the protocol droid and mimicking her movements as they made their way to the ship.

At last, they reached the ship and once the hatch was closed, KC turned to Ne'monid. "All clear," she said and turned to the Wampas, "Listen, this is a Jedi Master. Treat him as you would treat the king, understood?" she said. The wampas nodded and then a silver astromech rolled up to Selachii giving a friendly beep. "Well, look at that," said KC, "I've never seen Reggie warm up with a stranger so fast."

Ne'monid nodded to the Wampas, and then looked down with a smile to Reggie. "It is good to meet you." Then he turned to KC, bowing. "And I apologize for our... rather rough introduction."

"That's perfectly alright, sir," she said, "Now, we have to get my master back to Hoth. He can't survive outside a cold climate." Inside the capsule, Ne'monid could see Nathan's face through the only spot that wasn't frozen over. He looked so peaceful and serene.

"Nathan..." The Selachii sighed, and nodded to KC. "May I use this ship's communicator? I need to contact my droids so they can follow us in my ship."

"Yes, of course," said KC, "Reggie and I will take care of putting in Hoth's coordinates." Reggie beeped in protest. "Yes, you're going to help me. I'm programed for protocol. I can't fly this ship all by myself, and the wampas don't even know how to fly. You're the only astromech who knows how."

Ne'monid chuckled, and then gave the pair of them a nod. "Alright, then."

KC shows Ne'monid the communication center on the ship as they take off into the air leaving the current system.

The Selachii nodded his gratitude, then got into contact with Artoo and Threepio. "I'm heading to Hoth with Nathan and his... entourage. We'll meet up with Sirus there."

"Very well, sir," said Threepio as the transmission ended.

Nathan's ship made its way across the galaxy, Ne'monid settling in with the help of KC. The Selachii was restless the entire time, going back and forth from the bunk afforded to him to the space where Nathan's healing tank was kept.

At last, they arrived at Hoth where Sirus, little Re'nowan, Silais, the Mother Hutt and little Hutt were there to greet them.

The older Selachii rushed forward to embrace the younger one--no, Re'nowan was a man now, the passing time since they'd last seen one another tipping Ne'monid's nephew over into full adulthood--with a sigh of joy. "Re'nowan. I..." He clutched at Re'nowan's back. "After what happened, I couldn't..." "Shush, uncle." Re'nowan smiled, pulling back. "Father and the others are safe. Silias made sure of it. And I am just happy that you are alive, as well."

The wampas carefully unloaded the frozen capsule with the Snow King inside. "Will he be alright, Mama?" said the little Hutt in his mother's arms, "He did save us."

"I hope so," the mother Hutt replied. Silias led the group inside, getting Ne'monid settled in with Re'nowan; and, after a few minutes, leading in a completely-healed Ja'sara so that the three could reunite with one another properly.

KC walked in and she looked glum. "My master has suffered from the heat terribly," she said, "Master Jedi, if there's anything you can do, please help him."

Ne'monid nodded, standing. "I can try. There are many Jedi healing techniques which may be able to help him."

KC led him to Nathan who was still in the healing tank, but now, it was being drained. Reggie beeped sadly as one of the Wampas picked up their king and lay him down on a soft, warm bed of furs.

"Nathan..." Ne'monid gritted his teeth at the sight of the dragon, then took in a slow, deep calming breath. He nodded to KC and Reggie, and then took up a place at the side of Nathan's bed. With his eyes closed, he began to concentrate, letting the Force flow through him.

Nathan was feeling his strength renewed again and he gasped awake sitting up panting heavily.

Ne'monid stepped back, hesitating before speaking to the dragon. "It's good to see you feeling better."

"Ne'monid," said Nathan softly as KC led the Wampas and Reggie out to give them some privacy, "I'm sorry I fought with you. I never wanted any of this to get that out of control."

"Neither did I." The Selachii moved to sit at Nathan's bedside. "I know you want to do good, Nathan. I know you're trying to do good. And I understand that. But please... You cannot commit even greater harm to do so."

"I know," said Nathan as tears were in his eyes, "Ne'monid, when I heard that all the Jedi were executed, I feared I lost you... I love you, Ne'monid."

Ne'monid tried to keep his face in its usual stoic expression, but redness bloomed on the Selachii's cheeks. "And I you, Nathan. How could I not?" He squeezed the dragons hand. "It has been hard ever since the Jedi Order fell, but... in a way, I am glad you got out before everything happened. That you have been safe all this time."

Nathan reached up and cupped the Selachii's face and kissed the Jedi's lips lovingly.

"Mmmf..." Ne'monid pushed into the kiss. He knew the prohibitions the temple had on intimate relationships, but they weren't under the temple's laws anymore, were they?

"Ne'monid, I want to be your mate for life," whispered the dragon softly as he slipped a hand inside the Selachii's tunic.

"Mate for life..." The Selachii pushed in close, rubbing his broad nose into the crook of Nathan's neck. "I would like that as well. I have thought about you... that way... many times..." He hesitated, hand hovering over the dragon's thigh, and then began rubbing and stroking and kneading.

"I want to have my first time with you," said Nathan softly and smirked, "Sirus told me that you were a natural in bed. Shall we see?"

"He told you that, did he?" Ne'monid chuckled, his blush growing hotter. "I suppose there would be no use hiding that he and I have... lain together, then." His hand moved up until it was rubbing on Nathan's crotch. "And I would be honored to be the first one you lay with."

Nathan smiled and stripped off his clothes and tried to help Ne'monid out of his clothes.

Once the two were naked, Ne'monid joined the dragon on the bed, pulling Nathan into his arms and another slow, deep kiss.

The dragon moaned as he snuggled in Ne'monid's embrace feeling heart beat faster and his cock grow harder.

Ne'monids own large, thick cocks rubbed against the dragon's own as he rocked his hips, moaning in arousal. His hand stroked up and down Nathan's chest and belly, feeling up Nathan's nude form.

"Oh, you're even bigger than I thought... Especially with two cocks," he said as he reached one hand down to stroke one of them.

"Heh, yeah. Sirus said the same. Mmmf..." His eyes fluttered at the touch of the dragon's had on his shaft. "But don't worry, I'll be gentle..."

"Thanks," said Nathan as he kissed Ne'monid lovingly and then kissed down his chest to his twin cocks where he started licking them both.

"Mm... Nathan..." Ne'monid petted the dragon's head, soft and gentle, slowly bucking his hips to grind his musky crotch on Nathan's snout.

The dragon moaned as he sucked on the top cock was while his own cock was leaking pre.

"Here..." Ne'monid laid back on the bed. "Turn around and kneel with your crotch over my face, Nathan. I want to taste your cock, too..."

Nathan did so and moaned as he felt Ne'monid suck on his cock.

The Selachiilicked and slurped on the dragon's length for a while, eagerly tasting the cock he'd fantasized about the most while kneading Nathan's rump. However, his eyes drifted up under the dragon's perked-up tail, and he pulled Nathan down so he could give his ass a few tender licks as well. Tonguing Nathan's hole. Pressing his snout against it to give it a slow, deep sniff.

"Yeah, baby," moaned Nathan softly as he felt himself leaking pre, "Get your fill of me."

Ne'monid growled in arousal, pulling Nathan's backside down firmly against his face so he could eat the dragon out. His tongue pushed through that taut hole to swirl all around, and then pulled back out to lap at the outside of the rim. "Mmmf... Nathan... Want you..."

"Take me... Breed me," whimpered the dragon as he still had his legs spread apart.

Ne'monid pulled back, sitting up and repositioning both him and the dragon. Getting Nathan on his back. Looming over his best friend--his mate--and pulling Nathan into a musk-flavored kiss. He grabbed hold of the dragon's ankles, positioned his cocktip right outside the saliva-slickened ring, and pushed forward to bury himself to the hilt inside of Nathan in one smooth thrust.

Nathan gasped and whimpered as he felt the first of the two cocks enter him. He wanted both of them inside, but they would get to that later on.

The Selachii went slow at first, but the tension in his ever muscle made it clear how much he wanted to go all out. But this was Nathan. His best friend. His mate. And the dragon deserved the perfect first time. As soon as he hilted, he pulled back from the kiss to stroke Nathan's cheek and look him in the eye. "How is it? You alright...?"

"It feels... So good," he panted as he cupped his mate's cheek, "Don't hold back."

"Alright..." With a nod, and another kiss, Ne'monid started thrusting. In and out. Slow and steady. Sliding that thick cock through the dragon's stretching ring to plunge into that clamping passage.

The dragon kept on moaning and cleaning to the bigger male as he felt his insides open up more and was ready to receive its prize.

The Selachii pulled back, letting his one shaft almost slip out. Pressing the tip of the other one against that straining ring. Pushing, and prodding, and finally slipping it inside as well.

Nathan moaned louder as he felt both cocks inside him and he is leaking pre by the minute.

Faster. Harder. Deeper. Now that both of his cocks were inside of Nathan, Ne'monid wasted no time making love to the dragon the way he'd always wanted to.

"Yeah! Breed me, my love," he whimpered clinging to Ne'monid, "Make my dreams come true!"

"Yeah... Oh, yes...!" Ne'monid panted. He groaned. He kissed Nathan again and again. "Mmmf... Fuck, Nathan. I'm close... Gonna...!"

"Cum inside me!" cried Nathan as he kissed Ne'monid deeply and lovingly.

And the Selachii did. As his tongue wriggled against Nathan's, he slammed forward to hilt inside the dragon. Then he groaned out as his cocks erupted, pumping shot after thick, sticky shot of virile cum deep into that clamping back passage.

Nathan panted and nuzzled the Selachii. "Ne'monid, I forgot to tell you... The thing about male dragons... They can get pregnant too," he said softly, "Promise you'll stay with me always? I can't go through the rest of my life without you."

"I see..." The Selachii chuckled, taking Nathan's hand into his own. "I promise. I won't leave your side again, Nathan."

"Then... Will you marry me? I want to be your mate for life," said Nathan softly.

Ne'monid smiled. "Nothing would make me happier."

"Is there a ceremony that your people do to confirm our relationship?" asked Nathan.

"Hm..." The Selachii scratched at his gills. "Well, not really. Once two Selachii declare their intentions to become mates, they just... begin living together. Simple as that."

"Well, as for my people, we'd exchange vows of true, eternal love and promise to never leave each other," said Nathan softly.

Ne'monid smiled. "That sounds wonderful." He pressed another kiss to Nathan's lips, soft and loving.

And later on, in front of Ne'monid's brother and nephew, the two lovers were soon joined thanks to KC, who was well versed in the customs of marriage.

They smiled as they exchanged their vows with one another, the two other Selachii smiling as they watched their family member be joined with his beloved at long last.

When they finished saying their vows, Nathan felt Ne'monid pull him into a deep kiss and the dragon happily wrapped his arms around the Selachii's neck.

Ne'monid picked the dragon up, cradling him in a bridal carry as their tongues entwined between their locked lips.

Nathan smiled giggling as he kissed his mate more. The little Selachii giggled as he watched his uncle act very silly.

Ja'sara moved up to clap his brother on the back, smiling to Ne'monid and his mate. "I am sure you two will be happy together." "I am, too." Ne'monid smiled to Je'sara while nuzzling Nathan.

Just then, Reggie rolled in beeping frantically. "I'm sorry," said KC as she walked over to the astromech, "What is it? An emergency broadcast? From Wookiees?"

Ne'monid set Nathan down, the two of them moving over as well. Indeed, Reggie related that Kashyyyk had come under attack from the Empire, and they were begging for help from anyone who could offer it.

"We have to bring them here," said Nathan looking to Ne'monid, "They'll be safer here than on Kashyyyk." "But sir, that planet is just as warm as the last two planets you were on," protested KC, "And in your state now, who knows what might happen."

"That's right. We can't have you melting, Nathan." Ne'monid gave Nathan's hand a squeeze. "I can go. Sirus will take me, along with a platoon of Wampas. The Empire will not know what hit them."

"Please, be careful," said Nathan, "We lost so many Jedi already... My heart couldn't bear it if I lost you again." He held onto Ne'monid as KC rounded up the Wampas and prepared them for departure.

"I'll be careful." Ne'monid held Nathan close and tight, kissing the crown of his head. "I'll be back soon. Until then, take care of Ja'sara, Re'nowan, and everyone else."

"I promise," said Nathan softly. Later, on Kashyyyk, Reggie was with Ne'monid beeping nervously as he looked around at the devastation.

"I know." The Selachii had his lightsaber at the ready, searching for survivors using the force; survivors, and any traces of Imperial troops who may give him and the wampas trouble.

There was a clutter and a clang as Reggie squealed in fright running behind the Selachii for cover. But when they looked inside, there were two male Wookiees and a young male Wookiee child.

Ne'monid set a hand atop Reggie's dome, giving the droid a soothing pat, and then offered the Wookiee trio a reassuring nod. "Don't be afraid. I am here to save you, and any other survivors there may be."

The little Wookiee came out to hug Ne'monid and the other two grunted that the survivors were scattered and the two were a gay couple that called in the distress call.

Ne'monid returned the hug with a gentle pat to the young Wookiee's head and back, and gave the pair a nod. "You have my assurance that will be no problem. Here, Reggie will lead you back to my ship, where you will be safe."

The astromech booped in agreement and led the way.

Ne'monid, meanwhile, continued his search for survivors, sweeping through the village along with his wampa troops.

However, there was no one else and some troopers spotted Ne'monid before he could look any further.

Ne'monid quickly subdued them; however, instead of killing the troopers, he used his Jedi Mind trick to make them forget they had ever seen him.

However, there was one trooper that Ne'monid knew personally and everyone knows that clones have a chip in their brain that makes them more obedient.

"You're... Jinx, right?" He looked to the trooper, trying to keep his shock off of his face. Jinx. One of the clone troopers he'd been assigned during the Clone Wars. They had been friendly with one another, but... "Yes, that's right." The trooper was searching Ne'monid's face, brow furrowed. "Can I help you?" "You can, actually." Ne'monid nodded. "I need help with my ship. It crash-landed here during the attack, and, well..." Jinx nodded, turning to the other troopers. "Go on ahead. I'll be just a few minutes." Then he followed Ne'monid, the Jedi waiting for the perfect moment to go ahead with his plan.

Reggie rolled up saying that all was ready in the ship for take off.

Ne'monid nodded, and then once more used his mind powers to knock Jinx out. "Take him to the ship, Reggie."

Reggie backed away nervously asking if Ne'monid was nuts.

"It's alright. I know him." Ne'monid kneeled down next to the unconscious trooper. "There's a chip in his brain that makes him obedient, and I don't doubt that's what the empire is using to keep the clones under their control. If we take him back with us and remove it, then we'll be helping him."

Reggie sighed and reluctantly dragged the trooper back to the ship.

Ne'monid followed, leading the wampa troops back as they prepared to leave.

The ship lifted up into the air and Sirus had Reggie take the controls as he went down to the medical bay to check in on Ne'monid. There was Jinx getting the chip removed and finally getting his own life back. "You think bringing him was a good idea?" asked Sirus looking at the Selachii, "Your husband might have mixed feelings if he knows you have a clone trooper on board."

"He knows about the chip, just like I do." Ne'monid was watching the operation closely, an expression of anxiety on his face. "I'll talk to him if he has any problems about it."

"Who? Your husband or him?" asked Sirus, "The Wookiees are alright thanks to you. We got to them just in time."

"Both." Ne'monid nodded to Sirus. "And I'm glad we could help them. I just wish that we could have done more..."

"Hey," said Sirus hugging the Selachii, "You saved a family and their child as well as giving an old friend a new chance on life. I'd say that's more than enough."

"I suppose..." The Selachii gave Sirus a small smile. Then he looked back to Jinx as the operation was finished.

"Though, I have to admit, he is kind of cute when he's not in uniform," said Sirus as Jinx came out without his shirt or breast plate on.

Ne'monid couldn't argue with that; Jinx was built, and toned, and handsome. The clone made his way over, eyes locked onto the Selachii. "Master Ne'monid, it really is you..." He gritted his teeth and hung his head in shame. "After Order 66, I... We didn't... We couldn't..." The Selachii smiled. He set a hand on Jinx's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. "That's in the past. And, well, it's not really Master Ne'monid anymore..." A gentle pat. "...It's good to see you again, Jinx. I'm so glad you're alright."

"Ahem," said Sirus as he put his hands on his hips, "Aren't you going to introduce little ol' me?"

"Oh, yes!" Ne'monid cleared his throat, nodding to Sirus. "Jinx, this is Sirus. He helped me during my escape, and all this time. He's a good friend, and a good companion." Ne'monid gave the human a smile. "And Sirus, this is Jinx. He was under my command during the Clone Wars, and we became pretty good friends." "It's good to meet you." Jinx smiled as well, shaking hands with the bounty hunter.

"You too, handsome," said Sirus, "How did you get the name 'Jinx'?"

"Oh..." The trooper laughed. "It's, uh... A long story..." Ne'monid smirked, clapping a hand on Jinx's shoulder. "Back during the war, we were out on an assignment to Iego. It was just me and a small platoon, including Jinx here." He chuckled. "Jinx made a comment about how lucky we were that we hadn't been ambushed while landing. Guess what happened only a few minutes later."

"You were ambushed while landing?" asked Sirus smirking and chuckled.

"Got it one." The Selachii laughed, while Jinx grumbled and blushed.

"Now say... 'At least I'm not having a hard on'," said Sirus slyly.

Jinx snorted, rolling his eyes; however, his blush got a little hotter, more intense. "Anyway, where are we headed?" "Somewhere safe." Ne'monid nodded to the trooper, giving him another, reassuring pat on the back.

Sirus came up and groped at Jinx's behind. "You're so cute when you're flustered," he giggled.

"Mmm..." The trooper grunted, but didn't pull away. "You're, uh... pretty friendly, huh?" "He is." Ne'monid nodded, and gave Jinx a grin. "And it's going to be a while before we reach our destination. So..."

"Why don't I show you the same treatment I gave your commander?" asked Sirus as he groped at Jinx's crotch.

"Y-you and...?" Jinx looked from the human to the Selachii, and back again. Ne'monid nodded, giving the trooper an encouraging smile.

Sirus cupped Jinx's cheek and kissed him deeply leading the trooper into the barracks where the two humans lay down still kissing and beginning to strip naked. Then the Selachii was pulled in with them. "We can use a third," said Sirus, "You guys ever heard of a threesome?"

"A... threesome...?" Ne'monid looked to Jinx, blushing. "I... can't say I have." "I..." Jinx blushed, setting a hand on the Selachii's thigh. Rubbing and squeezing. Hesitating; and when Ne'monid didn't pull away, moving up to rub his hand on the Selachii's crotch. "I'd enjoy it if you did join us, Sir."

Sirus smiled and pulled Ne'monid into a deep, tongue-filled kiss.

"Mmm..." Ne'monid pushed into the kiss, his hands wandering all over Sirus' bared body as he felt Jinx shyly tugging his robes off. "We'll have to see if Nathan would enjoy a... threesome." He smiled, stroking Sirus' cheek. "I'm sure he'd love your body as much as I do... And I'm sure that you'll love his just as much."

"Yep... And add a few more males and you have an all out gay orgy," said Sirus smirking as he brought both Ne'monid and Jinx in for a three way kiss.

Ne'monid and Jinx both moaned, both at the thought and at the kiss as all three nude males pressed in against one another. Bucking. Rocking. Grinding their erection against one another as they groped and felt each other up.

"Now you get to have two holes to fill, Ne'monid," said Sirus winking.

"That's right, I do..." As Ne'monid looked between the two, a low growl of arousal entered his voice. His twin cocks throbbed as he cupped one of the other's men's asses in either hand. Rubbing. Stroking. Squeezing, and then rubbing his thumbs up and down their asscracks. "Why don't the two of you show me those holes, and I'll get to prepping them to get filled, hm?"

Sirus grinned as he had Jinx lean against the wall with his rear raised and legs spread apart thanks to looking at Sirus' example.

Jinx blushed, but did as the other human said, standing next to Sirus and leaning over to give him a kiss. Ne'monid, meanwhile, moved up behind the pair. Rubbing and groping their asses. Dipping down to nuzzle Jinx's backside, giving it a slow, deep sniff from backsack to hole, and then doing the same with Sirus. Then the Selachii began licking, lapping, swirling his tongue around each taut pucker as he moved between Jinx and Sirus, and the trooper groaned in arousal and delight.

Sirus moaned in the kiss with Jinx and his cock was throbbing and he scooted closer to wrap an arm around the clone deepening the kiss.

Once Ne'monid had satisfied himself, and once both men's holes were slick with the Selachii's saliva, he drew himself up and moved in behind them. It was a little bit of a stretch, but he managed to line up one of his cocktips with each pulsing pucker, grinding against it and soaking the flesh with his precum.

Sirus was laying down with Jinx on top of him and they both moaned as Ne'monid pushed inside. "Oh... You see?" moaned Sirus, "I told you... It would be hot."

"Y-yeah..." Jinx ground his erection onto Sirus as Ne'monid pushed in deeper. Deeper. Rocked back and forth a few times, and then shoved into both men deeper.

Sirus moaned as he kissed Jinx deeply and for the first time in his life as a bounty hunter, he had actually found true love.

Jinx kissed the other man in return, feeling his heart flutter as he held Sirus close and tight. As the pair frotted while Ne'monid fucked them. As they bucked and rocked together, enjoying both the Selachii and each other. And when Ne'monid dipped down to nuzzle them both, they took turns kissing him slow and deep before inviting him into another three-way kiss.

"Cum inside us, big guy," moaned Sirus, "Show Jinx what it means to be bred."

"Oh, I will..." Ne'monid grunted, and panted, and groaned as he sped up. Going harder and deeper. Really rutting the pair as his cocks throbbed within them. "Get ready for it...!"

Sirus hugged Jinx and whispered, "Stay with me."

Jinx pressed a kiss to Sirus' lips, and nodded. "Yes." And then, Ne'monid came. He slammed to the hilt in both men, and they could feel the force of his orgasm flooding their guts. Jinx cried out, grinding his erection against Sirus' own as he came as well.

And the Sirus whimpered as the flow of cum inside him made the man cum as well. He pulled Jinx into a deep kiss and whispered, "I love you."

"Nnngh..." Jinx blushed, and his smile grew a little bigger. "Love you, too..."

They both kissed for a while longer and then Sirus whispered, "Just so you know, I'm a good bottom if you wanna top me."

"Mm..." From above, they heard a chuckle, and Ne'monid nuzzled the pair as he smiled and embraced them. "It's true. I can safely say Sirus here has one of the best asses in the galaxy." Jinx chuckled, smiling as well. "Well, I'd definitely like to experience it some time, sure..."

After a while, they had returned to Hoth and the newcomers were astounded and amazed at the sight of the icy palace before them.

Ne'monid led them inside, where they were greeted by Ja'Sara, Nathan, and KC.

Nathan was happy to see his mate returned. He greeted the Wookiees, who bowed before the Snow King. "Here you will find sanctuary," he told them, "Come in and feel welcome."

The Wookiee pair rumbled in gratitude, while their son looked in awe at the Snow King. As they were led off by KC and Reggie, Ne'monid took Nathan into his arms for a slow, deep kiss. "And how were things here while we were gone?"

The dragon kissed Ne'monid deeply. "They were quiet after you left... Well, except a small message from Yoda who sensed our union... And gave us his blessing," said Nathan smiling.

"Master Yoda did?" Ne'monid seemed surprised at the news. However, after a moment, he smiled. "I didn't think he would, but... hearing that makes me glad."

"And there's something else... Ne'monid... I'm pregnant," said Nathan softly, "And we have a son on the way."

"That's wonderful news!" Ne'monid beamed, pulling his mate into another kiss. As he did so, his hand moved down to gently rub against the dragon's belly.

Nathan smiled as he looked at Ne'monid showing love to his unborn son.

The pair were clapped on the back by large, enthusiastic hands. Ja'sara beamed to the happy pair; Re'nowan had followed behind Sirus and the Wookiees, while Sirus had taken Jinx to get settled in, leaving the three pretty much alone in the room. "Congratulations, you two! Never thought you'd be having a kid of your own, brother." He nodded to Ne'monid. "I, uh, I'm not sure how it works, with you both being males, but I'm happy for you." "Thank you, Je'sara." Ne'monid smiled to his brother, nodding. "It is... different from how things work back home, but Nathan has made me the happiest shark in the galaxy." The other Selachii nodded in return. "Not too different, honestly. You were too young to learn of it before you left, but, eh..." A soft chuckle. "It's not real common for a male of our kind to mate with another male, but it does happen."

"And have you ever felt a connection?" asked Nathan looking to Je'sara, "I'll bet you missed your brother something fierce. And as I recall, you were just as worried as I was after he left for Kashyyyk." That made Je'sara blush redder than Nathan's hair.

"Je'sara...?" Ne'monid blinked, looking to the other Selachii. Come to think of it, though he of course had Re'nowan, Je'sara hadn't said anything about his mate; Ne'monid had heard vaguely that his brother had found one, but little other than that. "Well..." Another, more sheepish laugh. "I, well... There have been a few males I've been... interested in." He glanced to Ne'monid, then down to his shifting feet.

"When have you last seen them?" asked Nathan, "And have you ever had a connection like me and Ne'monid did?"

"Not since we were, uh, taken from Castilion." The other Selachii sighed, shaking his head. "And while there were times when they and I, well... connected, we didn't really share much of a connection. You know?" Ne'monid hummed. "So you enjoyed having sex with them, but never felt a romantic connection with them." “Exactly." "And how about Re'nowan's mother." "Well..." Another shift from foot to foot as Je'sara sighed. "It was... a bit of the opposite situation, I suppose. While I was happy to make a home with her, and am grateful to her for giving me Re'nowan, I never really... outside of conceiving him..."

"And how do you feel towards your own brother?" asked Nathan seeing that Je'sara was having small tears in his eyes as he looked at his brother.

"I missed him. Deeply. Much more than I miss even my fins." He turned to embrace Ne'monid, burying his face in the crook of the other Selachii's neck. "When the Jedi were purged, I thought he had been killed. But now that I know he is safe, I..." "Oh, Je'sara..." Ne'monid returned the hug, holding the other Selachii close and tight. "I missed you, too. Ever since... we first found you and the others... My heart has been aching for you. I am so sorry that I haven't been there as much as I should've." He stroked the crown of his brother's head.

"Well, now that we're together, how about we consummate our reunion with love," said Nathan as he kissed Ne'monid first and then Je'sara. He pulled back to watch the two Selachii kiss each other.

"Consummate...?" Je'sara watched as Nathan and Ne'monid kissed; then, when his brother leaned in to kiss him, slow and gentle and deep, he let out a bone-deep moan. "Yes, consummate." Ne'monid chuckled, bringing Nathan into his and his brother's embrace. The trio pressing in against one another. Arms wrapped around each other. "You don't seem to dislike the idea." "I..." A gulp. A nod. Another moan as Je'sara pressed his crotch to his brother's hip. "I... am very interested." "So am I." With a smile, Ne'monid gave his brother another kiss. "Out of curiosity, are you interested just sexually, or..." He gulped as well. "...Romantically?" "Well..." With a sheepish laugh, Je'sara nuzzled his blushing cheek against his brother's. "When we were young, I... did the have the fantasy of us, you know, pairing together..."

"I think it's sweet," said Nathan smiling, "Two brothers separated and then reunited as lovers."

"In that case..." Ne'monid leaned over to kiss and nuzzle Nathan, rumbling both lovingly and in arousal. "Would you be alright with Je'sara joining in on our marriage?" He flicked his tongue on Nathan's ear, and puffed a humid breath against it. "Would you approve of me taking him as a mate... and maybe taking him as well, all three of us together?"

"I'd love that," said Nathan, "The more the merrier. Re'nowan is absolutely adorable."

"I agree." Ne'monid chuckled. "Perhaps when he is older, and if he is interested, he might end up joining us, too." Je'sara let out another moan. "I've... had similar thoughts, myself." "Anyone else, my love?" Ne'monid's hand slid down the dragon's back to cup his husband's rump. Stroking it. Squeezing it. "Are you interested in inviting anyone else to our bed?"

"Well, maybe, but for now, I want to focus on you two," said Nathan as he led Je'sara into the king's chambers.

"Sounds good to me." With a chuckle, Ne'monid followed behind the pair, slipping out of his robes until he was completely nude. Je'sara blushed at the sight, but both the other Selachii and the dragon could see his pants growing tented.

Nathan slipped under Jesara and moaned as he felt the Selachii slide one of his cocks inside and watched Ne'monid mount both cocks into his brother.

"Ohhh..." Je'sara grunted and groaned, squirming between the two a little, then wrapped his arms tight around Nathan while nuzzling into the dragon's neck. "I never imagined this would feel so good..." "Same..." Ne'monid slowly bucked his hips, sliding his cocks in and out of his brother, and pressed gentle kisses to the other Selachii's nape and shoulders. "I love you, Je'sara..." "And I, you, Ne'monid..."

Nathan moaned as he felt Je'sara's cock pump in and out of his hole thanks to Ne'monid's momentum. "You're just as big as your brother," he moaned kissing Je'sara lovingly.

"Thank you. And you are handsome, and attractive, Nathan. As much as my brother." Je'sara smiled, kissing Nathan in return as he humped the dragon. Rutted him. Rocked in and out while stroking his sides and hips. "Mmm... Perhaps after Ne'monid's child is born, you and me could give him and Re'nowan a little brother..."

"I'd like that," he said softly, "Cum inside me, big boy and see if you can manage... I feel close already." He moaned as his cock throbbed and began leaking and he could feel something inside him making room for another egg.

"I will... mmmngh...!" Je'sara rocked a little faster between the dragon and his brother. He looked over his shoulder, meeting Ne'monid's gaze. "And you do the same, brother. I... I know you and I can't have a child together, but..." He moaned. "I know." Ne'monid pushed forward to kiss Je'sara as he picked up the pace as well. "If we could, I would in a heartbeat." The pair of Selachii groaned and grunted into another deep, loving kiss, and then both came at the same time, Ne'monid pumping his seed into his brother while Je'sara pumped his into Nathan.

Nathan cried out as the flow of cum inside him made him cum in between himself and Je'sara. "I love you, Je'sara," panted Nathan, "Welcome to the royal family."

As the trio collapsed onto the bed together, both Nathan and Ne'monid pressing in close to cuddle with the other Selachii, Je'sara blushed and wrapped his arms around them. "I-I love you, too, Nathan. Thank you for this. For everything. And..." He looked to Ne'monid, nuzzling his brother. "Love you, brother." Ne'monid smiled. "Love you too, Je'sara." With that, the three mates shared a slow, deep, three-way kiss with one another. The days passed in comfortable bliss. The Wookiee couple and their child settled in, and the latter even started up a strong and deep friendship with Re'nowan. Sirus and Salias, along with Reggie and Kaycee, tended to the new royal family's needs. And after a conversation between the two Selachii brothers, it was decided that Re'nowan should get some combat training. "Guh!" The younger Selachii fell onto his rear as he was knocked back, then quickly scrambled back up to his feet. "Good." Ne'monid nodded in approval, the practice sword in his hand kept level as he waited for his nephew. "You're starting to get it, but make sure you keep your guard up while you try to find the gaps in your opponents'." He gave the younger Selachii an encouraging grin. "Come on, give it another try." "Alright...!" With a grunt and a fierce--adorably so--expression on his face, Re'nowan charged forward to exchange a couple strikes with his uncle. Je'sara was watching from the sidelines, a smile on his own face as the younger Selachii and his uncle took the chance to spend time with one another, after so long being separated.

Kaycee came out in a hurry panting. "Master Ne'monid! Master Ne'monid!" she called, "It's Nathan... It's time!"

Ne'monid and Re'nowan immediately stopped, turning towards Kaycee. "It's time...?!" The older Selachii bowed to the younger one in a hurry, handing off his practice sword to his nephew. "We'll pick this up later, okay?" "Go on." Je'sara smiled, stepping up and giving his brother a soft kiss. "I'll take care of Re'nowan. You go on and be with Nathan." He then turned to his son. "How about you show your old man what you learned, kiddo?" "Alright, dad!" Re'nowan nodded, eager to do so, while Ne'monid rushed off to follow Kaycee.

Kaycee led the way to where Nathan was. He was in bed and crying out in pain with Sirus, Jinx and Silais there to help in anyway they could.

As the trio moved around Nathan's lower end, getting ready for the birth, Ne'monid moved to sit at his mate's side and take hold of the dragon's hand. "Nathan... I'm here." "Just in time." Jinx nodded, to the Selachii, then looked back down between the dragon's spread and lifted legs. "Looks like the baby's coming now. Push, Nathan...!"

The dragon winced and whimpered in pain as he felt his hole stretched to the max until at last, he heard the sound of a baby crying. He looked to see a small dragon with wings, a small dorsal fin and Selachii tail. "He's beautiful," panted Nathan as he let the infant nurse on his tits.

"He is." Ne'monid smiled softly, petting the infant Selachii-dragon's head as he gave Nathan a kiss.

The others left to give the two lovers some privacy. "What should we call him?"

Ne'monid hummed in thought. "I'm... honestly not that good with names." He let out a sheepish chuckle.

"What about... Polaris?" asked Nathan looking at his mate.

"Polaris." Ne'monid looked down to their son as they Selachii-dragon yawned and curled up to sleep on Nathan's chest. "It sounds wonderful to me."

Nathan smiled and rested back down. Years passed and Re'nowan had grown to be a handsome, muscular warrior alongside the Wookiee child Ronan, who had also grown over the years. Polaris, or "Po", was trained in the art of elemental/force wielding thanks to the training of his fathers, along with his half brother Tundra, sired by Je'sara.

Po and Tundra were like two peas in a pod, always together and always getting along peacefully. Re'nowan and Ronan also stayed by the brothers' sides as the four grew up together in the Snow King's palace, living happy lives with their families. Of course they all bloomed into adulthood in their own time, and their companionship was quick to become something else.

One day, Po was meditating naked in the hot springs room when he heard Re'nowan coming.

"Oh, hey!" The built, burly Selachii--built and burly much like his dad and uncle--blushed a little, a hand moving up to cover his slit. Re'nowan was naked as well, just a towel across his shoulders. "Didn't know you were in here, Po. Mind if I join you for a bit?"

"Sure thing, Re'nowan," said Po, "As a matter of fact, I was finishing up on meditating anyway." He slipped into the water and sighed before swimming over to his cousin. "So, what've you and Ronan been up to?"

"Just some more combat training." Re'nowan sighed heavily as he settled into the hot, steamy water. "Uncle Ne'monid's really putting us through the wringer, but we're both making progress. Ronan even wrestled some of the wampas and won!" He chuckled.

Po chuckled. "Well, that's Wookiee instinct for ya'," he said as he snuggled closer, "Um... Re'nowan? What do you think of me? I mean if we weren't related, how would you see me?"

"Huh?" The Selachii's arm had gone around the hybrid's arm automatically, the two resting their nude bodies against one another. He looked down to Po, the blush returning to his cheeks and he let out a weak chuckle. "Where's this coming from all of a sudden, huh?"

"I don't know but whenever you head out, I feel... Lonely," said Po resting his head on Re'nowan's broad chest, "I feel happy whenever you're near me."

Re'nowan chuckled, leaning down to nuzzle the crown of Po's head. "I feel the same way, honestly. I really like being near you." He gulped softly, and Po could both hear and feel the Selachii's heartbeat quickening. "Uh, especially when we're... like this."

Po looked up at his bigger cousin for a moment. And without another word, the hybrid slowly cupped the Selachii's cheek and kissed him deeply.

"Mmmn..." The Selachii leaned into the kiss, his own hand rubbing the back of Po's hand as he let his tongue rub and stroke against his cousin's. The two stayed like that for a long while, and when they broke apart, Re'nowan was smiling. "Heh, so yeah. I guess you could say that's how I see you. And, well..." Another embarrassed chuckle. "Us being related, uh... kinda doesn't have anything to do with it."

"But I still want you to breed me," said Po softly as he got on Re'nowan's lap, "You are my future... My love... My mate for life."

As he did so, he felt it: Re'nowan was already hard. His twin Selachii cocks were completely out of his slit, throbbing in the air. "I want that, too." He stroked the hybrid's sides up and down, nuzzling and kissing Po while rocking his hips to rub his erections on the dragon-Selachii's stomach. "I love you, Po. Like Uncle Ne'monid and Uncle Nathan love each other." He chuckled shyly. "Maybe... a little like Uncle Ne'monid and Dad love each other, too."

Po moaned kissing Re'nowan lovingly. "And I love you too... I want you to breed me," he said softly. Even though he was part Selachii, Po had only one cock.

Re'nowan reached down, wrapping his hand around that one cock, and began to pump it. Squeeze it. Rub all over the shaft and tip and down to the base. His other hand moved around to knead the base of Po's tail, then slip his finger up under it to explore all around. Into the cleft of the hybrid's rump. Over and around the taut, pert pucker of his tailhole.

Po gasped and whimpered hugging the Selachii's neck. "P-Please be gentle," he stammered, "It's my first time."

"Shh, I know." Re'nowan nuzzled the hybrid, cooing softly as he began to rub that hole a little more thoroughly. Prodding at it. Finally slipping one digit through into the tight passage beyond. "There we go, Po. Just relax..."

The younger male was giving shaky breaths as he held onto his cousin and was finding himself going slowly up and down on Re'nowan's cock.

"Mmmf..." Re'nowan grunted and panted, holding onto Po's hips while guiding him up and down. "You feel so good..." He chuckled nuzzling Po's snout. "Hey... you think... mmf... You could become pregnant? Like Uncle Nathan...?"

"Ye-Yes," moaned Po hugging Re'nowan, "I would... Love to... To have your... Kids."

"Ohhh, Po..." Another moan, and a long, deep groan of pleasure as they kissed. "I'm close. Gonna fill you up... Breed you..."

"Fill me, my love," whimpered Po as he too felt close and road faster on both of Re'nowan's twin cocks.

Faster. Harder. Deeper. Re'nowan kept thrusting, feeling the pleasure building up, until he slammed his cousin down onto his lap with a cry of release. His twin cocks erupted, pumping out shot after thick, sticky shot of his cum deep into the hybrid as he held Po close.

Po shivered as the flow of cum inside him also made him cum in between them both.

"Mmm..." Re'nowan rumbled, stroking up and down Polaris' back as he held his lover--his mate--close and tight. "Love you, Po..."

"I love you too... My mate," whispered Po softly as they rested in the hot water until they heard sounds of humping and moaning. Po sniffed the air and chuckled. "Sounds like Ronan and Tundra are having their own mating session," he said smiling.

Re'nowan chuckled. "Yeah. Had a feeling they were eyeing each other. I'm glad they finally got together." He moaned softly, still cuddling with Polaris. "So... Should we tell our dads about... you and me?"

"Maybe later," said Po softly, "For right now, I want to enjoy this moment with you."

"Sounds good." The pair continued resting together, Re'nowan occasionally sniffing the air as the sounds of Ronan and Tundra mating filled the air. "Man, they're really going at it, huh?"

"Sure are," chuckled Po and heard the two lovers making their way down. "Let's hide and then surprise them," whispered Po as he Re'nowan dove under the water. Thanks to their Selachii heritage, they were able to breath under water.

The Wookiee and younger dragon-Selachii hybrid came in, the former's strong, bulky arm around the latter's waist as they shared the occasional kiss. They were both still panting and flushed, and very naked.

"I had no idea Wookiees were so horny," giggled Tundra giving Ronan another kiss.

The Wookiee rumbled, and then rumbled and purred. Indeed, Wookiees were really horny, and he was glad to finally get the chance to show it. With a grin, his hand moved down to up and squeeze the dragon-Selachii's pert ass.

"Again?" giggled Tundra and sighed, "Well, alright. Seven always has been my lucky number. C'mere you big hot hunk!" Tundra wrapped his arms around Ronan's neck and kissed him deeply.

Ronan purred and growled, holding Tundra close and kissing him passionately while he groped the Selachii-dragon's ass with both hands. Rubbed and squeezed and spread the cheeks. Pushed a finger--two, three--into that well-fucked hole under Tundra's tail.

Tundra moaned as his hole clenched around those fingers and reached down to grope at the Wookiee's balls.

With another growl, Ronan rocked his hips to press his groin into Tundra's hand. Then he grinned, letting out another, questioning rumble; asking if Tundra wanted a taste.

"I do," said Tundra as he knelt down and began sucking on Ronan's cock.

The Wookiee petted Tundra's head, purring as he gently thrusted into the Selachii-dragon's mouth. Into his throat. Grinding his musky crotch on his mate's nose, and his balls on the younger male's chin.

Tundra moaned and was sucking as much as he could but he was finding it hard to breath and he tapped on Ronan's side to let him know.

The Wookiee immediately stopped, pulling back while petting and caressing the Selachii-dragon's head.

Tundra was panting and he couldn't get up. So, Ronan had to pick him up and the hybrid moaned as he felt them both go into the water and continue their kiss.

They settled on the underwater bench, with Tundra sitting in the Wookiee's lap. The two moaned and groaned. And then, Tundra felt something brush against his foot.

The hybrid froze. "Uh... Ronan? Was that you touching my foot?" asked Tundra nervously and clinging to the Wookiee for protection.

The Wookiee growled, questioning, holding Tundra closer while peering down into the water.

Then both Re'nowan and Po slowly surfaced. "Surprised to see us, brother?" asked Po smirking. Tundra was blushing. "How long have you two been under there?" he asked feeling ashamed.

"Long enough." Re'nowan grinned to the pair. "So, you two finally got together, huh?" Ronan rumbled, nodded and nuzzling Tundra. Then he let out another questioning growl, looking between Re'nowan and Polaris. In answer, Re'nowan let his grin grow wider while reaching down to hold Po's hand.

Po smiled and he kissed Re'nowan on the lips. "Wait... You two are together too?" asked Tundra surprised. "And pregnant," replied Po.

"Yeah. At least, probably so, after the good, hard breeding I gave him." Re'nowan laughed. Ronan let out a rumble, smiled, and patted Tundra's belly; Tundra was probably pregnant, too, with how many times he'd bred the younger Selachii-hybrid.

"How about an all out orgy?" asked Tundra smirking as he snuggled with Ronan. Po smiled and looked to his mate. "What do you think, Re'nowan?"

"I think that'd be real hot." He kissed Po, grinning. "Been thinking about both you and Tunny for a while now. Me and Ronan, both." He rumbled. "We've both jacked off to it... even fooled around a bit ourselves. So..."

"Well, how about you two big boys show us what you've done while me and Tundra keep ourselves entertained?" said Po as he led Tundra over to the side of the pool and the younger hybrid was sucking on the older hybrid's cock.

The Selachii and the Wookieee, meanwhile, stood up and pressed their big, bulky bodies together. Rumbling and groaning, they began to hump, the Wookiee's fat erection sandwiched between the Selachii's twin ones. Their hand stroked all over each other's sides, their backs, moving around to grope one another's chests. Ronan lifted an arm, purring, and Re'nowan dived in face-first to snuffle all around and huff the Wookiee's thick pit musk; then the Selachii returned the favor, letting the Wookiee, sniff and lick the smooth, musky flesh under his own arm.

"Mmmmm," purred Po as he felt Tundra lick along his brother's body until they met in a deep, passionate kiss before Tundra lay down and Po started to suck him off in return.

Ronan pulled away just enough to turn around, reaching back to spread his ass open, and Re'nowan dived in once more to start slurping all over the Wookiee's musky, puckered hole.

Po then kissed up Tundra's chest and began sucking on his brother's nipples while fingering the younger hybrid's hole.

The Selachii and Wookiee switched places, Ronan ravenously eating out Re'nowan's ass, while the Selachii watched the two brothers with a grin. "Mm... you two look really hot together." He pumped his cock, panting in arousal. "You ever think of getting together? Fucking each other? Mmngh... Breeding each other...?"

"Always," said Po smiling as he spread Tundra's legs apart and began rimming the younger hybrid's hole. "Do you two... Breed?" asked Tundra between moans.

"Me and Ronan?" Re'nowan chuckled. "Well, we did talk about it a bit. Wanted to get with you guys first before we tried it, but... "He moaned as Ronan moved up behind him, grinding his cock under the Selachii's tail. "Yeah. We wanna do it sometime. I wanna breed Ronan hard and deep."

Po grinned as he pushed his cock into Tundra. "Go for it, babe," he said as he humped away at his younger brother.

The Selachii and Wookiee moved over to join the hybrid pair, Ronan lying down next to Tundra and kissing his mate while spreading himself. Re'nowan wrapped his arm around Po's rocking waist, and pushed deep into the Wookiee to start fucking him. To start humping him. To start breeding him, like he'd done to Po and like Po was now doing to his younger brother. "Mm... hey babe?" Re'nowan nuzzled Po. "You wanna keep doing this? All four of us being mates... together?" He grinned. "Maybe... see if our dads are interested in joining...?"

"Oh, I'd love that," panted Po, "And I'm sure they would too." Po growled as he leaned over and kissed Re'nowan before continuing to hump Tundra.

"Mmm, yeah?" Re'nowan kissed Po in return, groaning as he picked up the pace pounding into Ronan's tight, slick hole. "You attracted to them, too? You... wanna be mates with them? Have sex with Dad and Uncle Ne'monid, and breed with Uncle Nathan?" He rumbled. "Cuz... I do."

"Oh, big time," moaned Po smiling as he continued thrusting in deep and moaned as he came inside Tundra.

"Mmmgh!" Re'nowan came inside of Ronan as well, pulling Po down to get the brother's cuddling together while he kissed Ronan slow and deep. "Mmf... fuck, I love you. All of you..." Ronan purred in agreement, nuzzling and kissing the Selachii as well as the two hybrids.

Po deeply kissed Tundra and the two brothers flipped over as Po's cock slipped out and Tundra slid his cock inside Po.

The Selachii and Wookiee watched, kissing and nuzzling one another. "Hey, Ronan..." Re'nowan grinned to the Wookiee. "You alright with me breeding your boyfriend?" The Wookiee chuckled and rumbled: only if he was okay with Ronan breeding his. "Deal." With another kiss to the Wookiee, the Selachii moved up to settle behind Tundra, rubbing and groping the younger hybrid's ass before leaning in to start licking his cum-slick hole.

Tundra moaned as he leaned forward to kiss Po some more.

Re'nowan continued licking and slurping, tasting some of the cum--both Po's and Ronan's--that was filling the younger hybrid's gaping hole. Then he moved up and into a three-way kiss with his cousins while pushing his cock into Tundra and starting to thrust.

The two hybrids moaned as they felt Re'nowan take over the pace and they kissed the Selachii together.

Ronan laid back, watching the show; it seemed the Wookiee had finally reached his limit, and was content to play with his half-hard cock while enjoying the sight of the incestuous breeding.

But Tundra wanted his mate to join them and he looked at the Wookiee with his best pleading eyes. He knew those were Ronan's weakness and he could never resist them.

Ronan rumbled, smiling and crooning to the younger hybrid, and moved up to the trio's front ends. Pushing his hips out. Offering his long, thick, cum-slickened cock to Tundra, Po, and Re'nowan.

Tundra smirked and gestured Ronan to breed Re'nowan from behind while he moaned from the Selachii's penetration and the clenching walls around his cock inside Po's hole.

The Wookiee chuckled, and nodded; the show had gotten him horny enough for at least one more rutting. He moved up behind the Selachii, once more grinding his cock against Re'nowan's hole before pushing it inside.

Now that they were all connected, they all humped deeper into Po who was a moaning mess now. Tundra panted as he slid into his brother and onto Re'nowan's cock.

Re'nowan, meanwhile, rocked back and forth between Tundra's ass and Ronan's thick erection, groaning in pleasure all the while. Ronan nuzzled and kissed the Selachii's nape and shoulders, then leaned forward so all four could enter into a panting, sloppy make out session with one another.

"I'm gonna cum," whimpered Po as he kissed all three males, "P-Please... Finish inside me."

Ronan grunted. He groaned. He roared out his orgasm, slamming to the hilt inside of Re'nowan and setting off a chain reaction. The Selachii groaned, and panted, and came into Tundra as well, pressing his cumming cock right up against the hybrid's g-spot.

Tundra also moaned as he came deep inside his brother, which caused Po to cum along with everyone.

The four collapsed into a sated heap together, moaning and kissing and cuddling one another.

A little later, they decided to swap partners leaving Tundra with Re'nowan and Po with Ronan.

The Wookiee pulled the older hybrid into his arms, kissing him slow and deep while pressing their erections together.

Po moaned as he hugged Ronan and went into the hybrid's bedroom

Ronan led Po over to the bed, rumbling and purring as he laid the dragon-Selachii down onto it and started licking his neck and chest.

Po lay still as Ronan went to work on his body. "You really have practiced, haven't you?" panted Po softly.

Ronan nodded, growling and chuffing as he licked into Po's armpits and across his nipples. He had been; he and Re'nowan had already been 'practicing' for a while. He grinned, and tipped the Selachii-dragon hybrid a wink, continuing: and, of course, he'd learned plenty from his dads.

The hybrid moaned as he felt his cock throb into hardness once more and he was anxious to be bred by Ronan this time.

The Wookiee panted as he pulled back, grinning and stroking his erection. The one thing his fathers had been sure to teach him above anything else, he purred, was that you had to prepare your mate first. He let out a throaty growl, telling Polaris to roll over onto his hands and knees and lift his tail.

Po nodded as he got on all fours and lifted his tail for the Wookiee.

Ronan spread Po's asscheek's giving the cleft and taint and hole a slow and deep sniff, then started licking and slurping all over to wet the dragon's backside with his saliva.

The hybrid moaned and his cock was leaking pre profusely.

With his tongue, the Wookiee delved in and out of the dragon-Selachii's tailhole, slurping and lapping all around. Then he moved up, grinning down at Po, and told him to roll back over onto his back.

Po did so and he looked up at the Wookiee. He smiled and cupped Ronan's face. "Tundra's really lucky to have a mate like you," he said softly.

Ronan rumbled, kissing Po softly and gently; Re'nowan was lucky to have a mate like Po. With that, he pushed his cock deep into the hybrid, hilting inside Po while wrapping him up in a loving embrace.

"Oh! So big!" whimpered Po as he clung onto the Wookiee for support.

Ronan shushed the hybrid, soft and gentle, while nuzzling him. He stayed put inside of the dragon-Selachii, waiting for him to adjust to the size of his long, thick Wookiee cock.

Po moaned and it soon felt so good inside him.

Finally, the Wookiee started thrusting. Slow at first, then gradually faster and harder and deeper.

"Yeah... Fill me, Ronan," moaned Po as he wrapped his arms around the Wookiee's neck.

And Ronan did. He slammed into Po, holding the hybrid close and tight, and pumped the hybrid full of his thick Wookiee seed.

The flow of Wookiee seed made Po whimper and cum as well. He lay there panting and hugging Ronan. "That was... Good," he said breathlessly.

Ronan nodded, rumbling and nuzzling Po; yeah, it was.

In the morning, Nathan and Ne'monid were having breakfast in their room and then there came a knock on the door. "Come in," called Nathan.

They were surprised when Polaris, Tundra, Re'nowan, and Ronan all filed in, greeting the pair respectfully with smiles and blushes. "Well, hello, boys." Ne'monid smiled in return, looking from one to another. "What's up?"

"Dad... Papa... Me and Tundra have something to tell you," said Polaris as he stepped forward. "Yes, what is it?" asked Nathan looking between his two sons.

Tundra stepped forward, too, giving his brother's hand a squeeze before smiling to their fathers. "Me and Polaris have become Ronan's and Re'nowan's mates. They've already bred us, and we're pretty sure we're going to have their children. "'And'? 'Us'?" Ne'monid lifted an eyebrow. "That's right." Re'nowan and Ronan moved up, wrapping their arms around the two brothers. "We're, uh... kinda all each other's mates. Though me and Polaris along with Tundra and Ronan are kinda the main pairings." He chuckled sheepishly.

Nathan chuckled. "Is that what's gotten you so worried? And I thought it was something terrible," he said, "I'm so proud of my darling sons. You've finally grown up."

"That's right." Ne'monid chuckled as well. "We love you boys so much, and we're so proud of you. All of you." "Dads..." Tundra smiled, and then all four rushed forward into a group hug with Ne'monid and Nathan.

"We're going to need a bigger palace," chuckled Nathan as he hugged his sons kissing each of them.

"Heh, we are." Ne'monid kissed the two hybrids as well, letting it linger a bit. However, when Tundra at least kissed his dads in return, he pushed forward to slip his tongue into their mouths. "We, uh..." He giggled, looking to Polaris, then to the two adults. "We kind of have something else to tell you. Or maybe ask..."

"Yes?" asked Nathan softly as he nuzzled his two hybrid sons.

"Go on, boys." Ne'monid smiled as he stroked their backs, gentle and soothing while the four shared another hug with one another. "Well, all four of us are mates. Re'nowan, and Ronan, and..." He hesitated, then nuzzled and gave Polaris a kiss on the lips. "Me and Po. We were wondering if... you'd want to join us, too? Be our lovers, our...mates... And breed with us?" He blushed. "Maybe... our children, too, when they come of age?"

Nathan chuckled nuzzling Tundra. "We'd love to, son," he said softly, "We'd love to."

"Yeah." Ne'monid cupped Polaris' cheek, and pulled him into a slow, deep, loving kiss. "We've actually been wanting it for a long time." He chuckled, looked over to Re'nowan, and winked. "And I know Je'sara has, too." "I see..." Re'nowan blushed, smiling."

"Why don't we call him in?" asked Nathan looking to his mate.

"Stay right there, boys." Ne'monid winked, slipping out of the embrace, and making his way out of the room. It only took a few minutes for him to return with Je'sara; and without his clothes.

Ne'monid was naked. His brother, too, was naked. Both selachii moved into the room, into another embrace with Tundra and Polaris and Nathan--pulling Re'nowan and Ronan along, too--on the bed, warm and loving.

Nathan smiled as he also removed his clothes. "I'm so happy to have my babies here with me," he said cuddling Po and Tundra.

"And we're glad we could be here with you, Dad. Both of you." Tundra nuzzled Nathan, while Ronan kissed and nuzzled him in turn. For their part, Re'nowan and Ne'monid and Ja'sara moved into a three-way kiss with one another while the two older selachii took off the younger one's clothes.

Po then slipped between Ne'monid and Re'nowan so that he could suck their cocks at the same time while Nathan felt Ronan and Tundra lover his body all over.

Re'nowan gasped as he felt his twin erection being engulfed by Po's mouth, pressed against his uncle's own. Then he gasped again, moaning in delight, when Ja'sara pushed his cock to the hilt in his son's tight ass. The pair shared a deep kiss with one another as the younger selachii felt the older one rutting him. Ronan licked and kissed and snuffled into Nathan's armpit, then lapped and slurped his way across the dragon's chest to the other one. Tundra, meanwhile, bobbed and suckled on his dad's cock, kissing the dragon's inner thighs and balls in between. "Mmngh... Dad?" He looked up to Nathan. "You know, me and Po and Ronan are already pregnant, and we don't wanna leave our kids with an odd number... So..." He blushed. "Would you be okay with me breeding you?"

"I would be honored," said Nathan moaning from the attention his son and Ronan was giving him.

Ronan rumbled, helping to hold Nathan's legs up as the dragon was laid on his back, and Tundra moved down to lick and kiss and tongue his dad's pucker. All around the outside. Delving into it with his slick tongue. Preparing the dragon for a good, loving breeding.

Nathan moaned as he felt his son ready his hole and then asked, "Ronan... Would you like to fill me from behind?"

The Wookiee rumbled, nuzzled Nathan; he'd love that. Then, with a grin, he pressed a kiss to the dragon's lips and purred; maybe the child Nathan would get pregnant with would be all three of theirs, in that case.

Nathan moaned as he felt both Tundra and Ronan push into his hole. He looked over to the side to see that Po was in between Ne'monid and Je'sara while sucking on Re'nowan.

The three Selachii and hybrid were rocking and humping together, their bodies pressed and tangled together. Re'nowan thrusted into Po's mouth. Ne'monid and Je'sara were kissing. Po was being kissed and nuzzled and caressed from all sides.

Po was gulping down all of Re'nowan's pre while both Je'sara and Ne'monid were kissing over the hybrid's shoulder while Nathan was being humped by the youngest hybrid and Wookiee.

The Wookiee behind the dragon. His son atop him, grinding their chests together and pumping Nathan's cock. Tundra dipped into a deep kiss with the older male, panting. "Love you so much, Dad..."

"I love you too, son," moaned Nathan kissing Tundra in return.

Tundra and Ronan went harder and faster inside of the dragon, until they finally came together with cries and moans of pleasure. Their seed flooded into Nathan, filling him up as all three kissed and cuddled with one another.

Nathan moaned as he came with them and he could hear the three Selachiis and Po cumming together.

The entire group cuddled up together, sharing touches and kisses with one another without any shame or shyness.

Later, Kaycee performed the marriage rights to all of them sealing their bond. Nathan smiled and looked to Ne'monid. "Are you happy, my love?" he asked softly.

"Very happy." Ne'monid held Nathan's hand, entwining their fingers, as he gave his husband and mate a soft, gentle kiss.

The End