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*A/n: * Sorry chapter two took so damn long. I ended up with sixty pages, and realized I'd have to trim it down somewhat. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Please read & review! :D

You can find chapter one here: https://www.sofurry.com/view/977103

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Chayle is mine :3

The rainfall had died down by the time the three remaining Jedi had reached their destination. Something akin to relief flooded Laika as she caught sight of the crumpled Thousand Steps. It already felt like a safe haven on this crazy world, and she knew how silly that seemed given their situation. But any familiar territory works, she thought to herself.

"Master Paela," whispered M'ewan, crouching low at the edge of the brush. "There's movement at the ship. Seven... no, eight beings. They appear to be..." The Ram paused, cocking his head to the side. "Um... they're naked, Master..."

Paela approached her Padawan, looking out at the wreckage ahead. Sure enough, Senni and her band of predators were lounging about the ventral hull, basking in the sparse light that filtered through the canopy above. "Wonderful," muttered Paela, giving a sideways glance at Laika. "Your friends decided to leave their bathhouse..."

"Oh yoo-hoo!" called Senni, raising her paw into the air and waving it in Paela's direction. "I can sense you out there, horse-girl! It's alright, I forgive you for knocking me unconscious!"

Laika couldn't help but laugh, walking towards the ship slowly. As she passed Paela at the tree line, she patted her friend on the butt softly. "You hear that? She forgives you,horse-girl."

A small chuckle of amusement escaped M'ewan before he could stop it.

Glaring down at the young Ram, Paela scowled. "What're you laughing at, Padawan...?"

Taking it as a sign that he should move on, M'ewan hopped from the brush. He quickly followed Laika, watching the loose group of naked people warily. As they approached the Thousand Steps, Senni slid down the slope of the fuselage, landing gracefully onto the soft dirt beneath. She was naked as the day she was born, and it was a teensy bit distracting for M'ewan.

"Who is this tasty morsel you've brought me, Lai?" asked Senni, her eyes locked onto the young Padawan. "He reminds me of my own student..." She looked briefly lost in thought, but soon shook her head clear and continued stalking forwards.

"That's close enough, Senni," growled Laika, paw falling to her lightsaber. "We don't have time to deal with your libido at the moment."

The Doberman frowned, her approach stalling out. "I was so hoping you would've awakened before returning. I guess it was too much to hope for - you are a stubborn one, after all."

Laika raised a brow, confused. "Awakened? I'm not asleep."

"Oh, but you are, Lai," smiled Senni, taking a step back and twirling in place. "You're true self is slumbering, and this world has the power to reveal it." She ran her paws up her body, supple breasts rising and falling dramatically. "You should feel the fresh air on your naked fur. It's simply wonderful..."

Laika coughed, having a momentary flashback to the mess hall incident. "I'll, ah... I'll take your word for it, Senni..."

Wrapping a protective arm around her Padawan, Paela headed towards the ship. The gathered crewmembers let her pass, seemingly more interested in the exploring each other in the new environment. The two Jedi descended into the wreck, leaving their comrade alone with the afflicted.

"Senni, I need a favor," whispered Laika, looking around conspiratorially. "Are you capable of focusing even a little bit?"

The Doberman Jedi kept her distance, per Laika's previous request, but leaned in to quietly respond. "Of course I can focus. I've been focusing on you since you walked back into my life."

Rolling her eyes, Laika folded her arms across her chest, pushing up her breasts. "Look... one of our party was kidnapped in the jungle, and I'm betting whoever was responsible also shot both our ships out of the sky..." The Collie made sure her old friend was still paying attention before continuing her request. "If it comes down to it, can I count on you guys to help with the rescue effort? Or am I being foolish and you'll just get in the way?"

Senni took a moment to look offended before shrugging and smiling. "I can't promise these guys will be able to help. Apart from the Chief over there," she pointed at the tattooed Rabbit spread out on the hull of the ship, "I'm the only one who can keep my focus. Score one for Jedi training, I suppose."

Laika nodded slowly. "I'll keep that in mind - if I decide we need your help. And believe me, that's a big if." With that, she turned and walked to the Thousand Steps, heading back inside.

The expansive throne room was alive with revelry of all shapes and size. Males, females, and every gender and sex in-between were caught in all manner of dress and activity. The Wolf who sat on the throne itself was clothed only in a dark robe. Her paw rested atop the head of Mika, who was busying herself with a spirited blowjob between the dark Wolf's legs.

Another Fox, properly dressed in a snazzy Imperial uniform, made her way across the room to the throne. Bowing her head and bending a knee, the new Fox spoke in a respectful manner. "Mistress, the three Jedi that escaped fled back to the wreckage of the Thousand Steps. They've since returned into the bowels of the ship, while the awakened members of the crew have begun lounging about on the surface."

The Wolf spoke, her voice deep and resonating, with an almost musical quality to it. "Very good, Misha. And what of our newest acquisition...?" She was, of course, referring to the Jedi that had been captured in the jungle.

Misha had a momentary fault in her composure, bowing her head a little bit lower. "Unfortunately, Mistress, the Jedi Master is..." she paused to choose her words carefully. "... resistant to the awakening..." It took her a moment to gather enough courage for an explanation. "The Lion appears to have the ability to... channel his carnal passion into hate, and then... vent it... like a ship vents excess heat..."

A soft rumble climbed up and out of the Wolf's throat, and she abruptly stood from her throne. Mika, to her credit, knew well enough to continue her ministrations of the impressive cock at her lips. It had taken her a few tries to master the art of moving while sucking, but by now she was old hat at it.

"That's a rather impressive skill for a Jedi. To have such a close relationship with his own hatred..." she smiled, letting her paw drift through Mika's hackles as the Fox bobbed up and down on her shaft.

The little Fox picked up her pace, gagging on the thick Canine member. Saliva welled up, spilling out over her muzzle and dribbling down over her naked breasts.

A smile spread on the Wolf's lips, and she whispered, "Keep your enemies closer, I suppose..." She reached down and took hold of Mika's head softly, pulling her away. "Mika, pet... be a dear and go with your sister... bring me the Jedi..." She sat back on her throne and bit her lip, absentmindedly stroking her own cock, still slick with Mika's spit. "I want to test this Lion's resolve myself."

Misha rose, moving to stand next to Mika. The twin Foxes gave a crisp Imperial salute and turned, leaving the room at a steady pace. None of the other adventurous patrons stopped their activities to acknowledge the departing Vulpine women.

The Wolf stared straight ahead, out the expansive windows to the jungle world beyond. "Soon, my little one... In the meantime I'm going to break your Master..." Purple eyes twinkled in the dark room.

"Achoo!" sneezed Laika, looking around wildly. "That was weird," she said, sniffling.

Paela smiled at her friend softly, easing her way into the warm water. The three Jedi had decided recuperating for a short time in the mess hall would be a good idea. The Equine woman felt her troubles melt away as the warm water caressed her naked body. She was struck with the urge to look upon her student's nude form, but fought it tooth and nail.

The young Padawan in question was easing his way into the bath on the opposite end of the room, seemingly uncaring as to the nudity of the other Jedi. M'ewan sighed, the feel of his wool soaking up the water was almost cathartic.

Laika watched, standing naked at the center of the crosswalk. Her memories of the room, and what had happened within its steamy walls, were still so fresh. It was hard to separate the then from the now, and her nipples rose as she remembered the feel of Senni's lips on hers - in more ways than one. Still, after a moment or two of reminiscing, Laika slipped into the same bath as Paela, making sure to stay a good ten feet from the beautiful woman.

The three Jedi soaked in a meditative silence. Paela was a bit too tall, and in order to gain the full effect of the bath she was forced lay down on her back. She didn't mind, though. It gave her the opportunity to stretch out completely, hearing the vertebrae in her neck pop in quick succession. Her impressive bosom floated to the top, wet nipples standing out. She moaned softly to herself, finally relaxing.

It was then that Laika realized they had been awake for a very long time. Several hours were spent getting to Tressalix, and about two had gone by since they were on the ground. They were all overdue for some sleep, but she wasn't sure when they would get a chance.

As if on cue, M'ewan cracked a heavy snore. It filled the room, forcing Laika's ears to flatten against her skull. "Ugh..." she grumbled, grinding her teeth.

"I know, it's awful isn't it?" chuckled Paela, smiling softly as she continued to relax. "The first night I took him as my student, I almost regretted it from that sound alone."

Laika laughed, casting a quick look over at the slumbering Ram. His water-logged wool was falling over his face, giving him the appearance of a floating puff-ball. The Canine struggled desperately to keep her laughter from waking the poor boy. He seemed to be a sound sleeper, however, and continued to snore in a painfully steady rhythm.

"Might not be a bad idea for a nap," muttered Paela, yawning loudly. She sighed and closed her eyes. "Force knows, it'll be tough enough to fight these bastards, let alone fighting them half-asleep..."

"Wait..." whispered Laika, eyes drooping in the mist. "Are they... are they half-asleep, or are we...?" The soft caress of slumber was tugging at her mind. If was made worse by the Dark Side energy that had been assaulting her since they'd landed. It knew that she was weaker when she slept.

Paela, also drifting off to sleep, managed to mutter one last sentence: "We would be the... sleepy ones... in the equation..."

Then Laika was alone, listening to the rhythmic breathing of both her comrades, although in M'ewan's case it was rather painful to hear. The warmth of the water seeped into her aching muscles, and she decided her friends probably had the right idea. No thought was given to establishing a lookout, or making sure the neighbors didn't walk in. Likewise, no thought was given to the enemies that could be knocking down their door.

After another moment, there were none left awake. Laika, Paela, and M'ewan slept restfully, defenseless and unaware of their surroundings.

Dorlin sat, legs crossed and eyes closed. He knew he was in a brig of some kind, as he was kept from leaving by a glowing red force-field. It was an archaic design, something out of the history books, but he knew enough to know that it was of Sith origin. If the black, red and silver color style didn't tip him off, then the sheer pressure of the Dark Side would have.

Periodically people would show up, demand things of him, force themselves onto him, but in the end he sent them away. The Lion knew that relying on hatred was not a good long-term strategy, but it kept him from falling to whatever perverse form of the Dark Side had gripped this world. The crisp clacking of naval boots broadcast the oncoming arrival of Misha, the Fox that had previously overseen every attempt at breaking him. Dorlin wondered what sort of trick they were planning to try this time.

When Misha arrived, she was flanked by an exact, albeit naked, duplicate of herself. This new Fox's breasts were glistening, and the Lion could smell sweet saliva on their fur. "Remember me from the forest?" asked the new Fox, kneeling down at the edge of the energy barrier. "I still have a hard time believing that you've been resisting my sister's ministrations, but then again, you were a feisty one..." She leaked her lips appreciatively.

"Hush, Mika," barked Misha, glowering down at the Jedi prisoner. "You know Mistress does not like to be kept waiting." She reached for a control panel on the side of the cell, deactivating the force-field. "Come, Jedi. Our Mistress will have words with you."

Dorlin stood, stark naked save for the collar around his throat. It served to keep him from touching the Force. He was actually grateful for the device, as it made it more difficult for the Dark Side to cloud his judgment. With my connection severed, this device keeps me relatively level headed. Fools. It would inevitably be the secret to their defeat.

The twin Foxes led the Jedi out from the detention level, stepping onto a lift. From there they shot upwards, taking them several floors up to the throne room. This was the farthest Dorlin had travelled within the bowels of the Sith lair. Finally, as the lift came to a stop, the doors slid open with a hiss, and he was led out into the throne room proper.

"I know this place," whispered Dorlin, looking around at the architecture of the room. Computer consoles lined the walls, with annexes and alcoves full of all sorts of equipment. Tables, chairs, and plush couches were strewn about, contrasting to the cold, almost military atmosphere of the room at large. Everyone's eyes were on him as the twin Foxes attached a leash to his collar, leading him towards the intimidating Wolf on the throne.

I don't know what it is, Dorlin thought to himself, once again looking around. Something about this place is familiar. He looked to the left, staring out the massive viewports to the jungle moon outside. Something... long ago.

The Foxes came to a halt just ahead of the throne, kneeling with bowed heads. "Mistress," said Misha, voice dripping with what Dorlin could only describe as love. "We have done as you asked. Here is the stubborn Jedi..."

The Wolf stood, stepping forwards. It was then that Dorlin realized the Wolf was female - or at the very least, mostly female. She had a good deal of muscle, but it was lean and sculpted. Somehow she had retained her curves, giving her a voluptuous ass and a pair of appropriately proportioned breasts. The thing that really stuck out at Dorlin, though, was also literally sticking out. An erect canine member stood at full mast between the Lupine woman's legs, nine inches long, and dripping pre-cum. A heavy sack hung below the shaft, but he could see a glistening moisture descending her legs behind the two orbs.

This woman is a hermaphrodite, he thought in surprise, having never actually seen one in person. Sure, it wasn't unheard of in the galaxy, but it wasn't particularly common either. The realization hit his own crotch like a speeder, and as he met the Wolf's amethyst gaze he was struck with the overwhelming urge to service her. The Dark Side is strong enough here to touch me even with this infernal device around my neck...

"So," whispered the Wolf, her voice deep yet obviously feminine. "You're the little kitty cat that's caused so much trouble for my acolytes." She stepped down from her raised platform, her hips rolling dramatically. With a flick of her shoulders, her robes fell to the floor, and her beautiful form was fully revealed. "My name is Chayle. You may call me, Mistress."

Dorlin blinked, shook his head clear and snarled. "You dare to take that name for yourself?" He cast his gaze around the room, looking for familiar faces. He recognized a few as crew from the Thousand Steps, including a Jedi Padawan, who was slowly stroking his young cock as he watched the conversation. "Jedi Master Chayle disappeared on this world during the Cold War. That was over a century ago. She'd be dead by now, if not a decrepit old woman..."

The Wolf's eyes lit up with joy. "So, the Order still sings songs of my Heresy, do they?" she twirled in place, laughing musically. "I figured Markeen would've made sure my exploits never made it into the history books. He always was a sour puss." She paused, looking Dorlin in the eye. "Funny, you almost remind me of the old Cheetah."

Dorlin huffed, his pride stinging a bit. Only a little bit racist, he thought to himself dryly. "Markeen was my Master's Master. I trained under Dailah, Noblest of the Sentinel school."

"Dailah?" howled Chayle, smacking a paw against her thigh in amusement. "When I left the Order, that little snake was just a youngling. I remember her stabbing Master Borth with a training saber when he said her skills were subpar."

Dorlin smiled in triumph. "You see? Now I know you cannot be who you say you are, because Chayle never left the Order! She was lost here on the first survey mission to Tressalix."

It was Chayle's turn to smile, and she stepped towards Dorlin, the tip of her Canine prick rubbing against the Lion's own rising member. "No, kitty cat. Our ship was never supposed to come to Tressalix, but when we arrived in the system to refuel, I felt it calling to me. I left the Jedi Order the moment I knocked out the flight crew and diverted our course..."

Chayle's cock was now flat against Dorlin's own, and his had become rigid without him noticing. Still, as the two sexes began to grind together, he grit his teeth against the pleasure and lunged forward, attempting to take a savage bite out of the Wolf. Unsurprisingly, the leash on his collar went taut, and he was wrenched backwards by the collective strength Mika and Misha.

"Impressive that it takes both of my prized lieutenants to subdue you," crooned Chayle, sounding proud. "I think I'll have a lot of fun with you, Jedi..." Raising her arms above her head, she snapped her fingers, and two figures shrouded in dark robes appeared, flanking her on each side.

"Mistress," the two acolytes said in unison, standing at attention.

Chayle lowered her arms around their shoulders, bringing the two figures close. "Aesa, Daahn... open the iris." The two acolytes nodded, and waited patiently for their Mistress to remove her arms. Once she did, the two disappeared to the rear of the throne room.

Growing suspicious, Dorlin eased the tension in his body, giving the impression that he was giving up the fight. As expected, the Foxes gave him some slack, and he immediately took advantage of it. Whipping around, he used his circular momentum to rip the leash free from their paws. He caught the leather strap, wrapping it around his arm and keeping it close. Extending his claws, he tore the flimsy device from his neck, and called onto the Force to backflip away from his enemies.

After giving himself enough space, Dorlin growled, glaring at Chayle menacingly. "You really thought you could keep me contained with that little device? Now I'm out, and I'm free." He reached out with the Force, found what seemed like a weapon, and called it to himself. It was a saberstaff, similar in structure to his own, but after igniting it he saw a clear distinct difference: the twin blades of this weapon were a deep crimson.

Chayle held her stomach as she let out a vicious howl of laughter, the whole room joining in. Several species yipped and guffawed, completely at ease with what had just transpired. "Thank you, Jedi," whispered Chayle, hands at her hips. "You've made my job so much easier for me."

The scraping of metal on metal could be heard throughout the room, and out of nowhere a wave of invisible energy tore through the air. It cascaded through the throng of onlookers, each one shuddering in apparent pleasure at its touch. Then it reached Dorlin, and he felt a rush of adrenaline as he was racked with ecstasy. It was all he could do not to lose it right then and there.

The massive windows at the end of the room flexed harshly as the wave passed through them, but they didn't give.

Dorlin couldn't care less what was happening now. His whole body was going into overdrive. The very air on his fur was enough to send him into fits of pleasured bliss, and he reached down to roughly paw at his erection. His tongue lulled out of his mouth, and he began to pant, dropping onto the metal floor.

The last thing he heard clearly was a voice, beautiful and resonant. "The iris is open. Now we may begin..." Then he lost his focus, and felt paws carry him somewhere. Everything was fuzzy and unclear.

What is happening to me, he thought, green eyes desperately trying to free themselves from their haze. Another shockwave of energy thrummed through his body, and he arched his muscled back, erection straining and weeping pre-cum all down its shaft. His balls tightened, aching for release. I want it so bad...

Soft paws slid around his reasonable length, but disappeared too early for his liking, leaving behind a slightly snug sensation. It was simultaneously erotic and uncomfortable, and Dorlin looked down at his own crotch in feverish concern. A dark cock-ring had been slid down to the hilt of his sex, and it was straining around his girth. Still, as he began to watch, fascinated, the ring began vibrating at a low frequency. It was quite pleasant, and he started to drool onto his chest appreciatively.

Chayle - at least he thought it was Chayle - bent down and licked up the messy trail of spent saliva greedily, following it up to its source. She kissed him, then, and he fought to extricate himself from her assault. His arms felt like noodles as another wave of pleasure passed down his body, and he was no match for the powerful Wolf.

"That's it, kitten," whispered Chayle, holding her prey down by his wrists. Mika quickly came up and attempted to bind the Lion, but her Mistress growled in warning. "I don't need those pitiful restraints to tame this one." Bowing, the nude Fox retreated to her sister, who was busy removing her own clothing.

Dorlin rocked back and forth, grinding his cock against the air, trying to get some sort of release. He started mewling like a needy whore, and began to purr as his enemy wrapped her fingers around the straining member between his legs.

"Such a good kitten," she whispered, stroking the Lion's cock slowly.

The sensations were almost too much for Dorlin to bear, as the soft grip on his length intensified, wrapping tighter, and pumping harder. He felt himself get close to the edge, the cock-ring vibrating more powerfully the closer he got. Then, just as he was about to explode into the woman's paw... nothing happened.

Green eyes flew open in concern. What's wrong? I'm so close! I need this! Please, please, please...

_ _ Chayle tutted, removing her paw and licking it free of precum. "Shh, Kitten. You'll get release." Her warm smile turned devilish, and she watched with glee as the Lion began stroking himself, trying desperately to climax. "As long as my toy remains on your little kitty-cock, you can't cum. And only I can take it off... so, you must do exactly as I say, or else I'll never let you find your release. Understood?" She waited for him to respond, stepping on the swollen dick with her bare foot.

Dorlin cried out, only partly in pain. He nodded slowly, but after a few moments of the foot treatment he cried out. "Yes, yes I understand!" He was rocking back and forth, rubbing his dick against the foot that so cruelly ground it down.

"You understand, what...?" asked Chayle, increasing the pressure.

Unable to contain himself anymore, Dorlin shuddered and shouted, "I understand your orders, you fucking mutt bitch!"

Purple eyes glinted with anger, and Chayle released her crushing pressure, instead opting to reach down and squeeze the Lion's throat. "What the fuck did you just call me, kitten?" It took a bit of effort, but she managed to lift Dorlin completely off the floor by his neck, turning to toss him onto his hands and legs. "You wanna try that again, before I rip you a new one?"

The Lion cursed, dropping onto his stomach and grinding his erection against the floor, its head purple and raw. It hurt so much, but he needed release so badly.

"I think someone needs a little lesson in proper respect," growled Chayle, dropping onto her knees behind the Lion.

The paws pulled Dorlin's ass up, and he could only assume the same paws spread his ass cheeks. He was beyond caring at this point, and to be honest, the feeling of fingers so close to his tailhole made him a little more flushed than he was - which is saying something. Another shockwave of energy ripped through the room, and he was so used to it by now that he simply welcomed it. He wanted... no, he needed someone to let him cum.

That was when a tongue probed his tailhole. It was like nothing Dorlin had ever felt, but he purred, rolling back his hips, trying to get closer to that tongue. It coated his entrance in warm saliva, and then disappeared, leaving him whining with want.

This is so wrong, thought Dorlin, biting his lip until it bled. _ That's not the kind of place you involve in sexual activity... it's... dirty. _ The tongue returned to his anus, only this time to go deeper, mapping out his insides. He began to purr involuntarily, the muscles in his back contracting at the pleasure of it. Stop it... stop it... stop it... He felt angry, sick and violated. We're not even the same species! _Another deep stroke of the tongue, and he was almost a puddle on the floor, moaning even as his mind screamed at him how _wrong it was.

The tongue was now replaced by a finger, and it was electrifying as it delved into new territory. Dorlin couldn't contain the noises of approval that burst forth from his chest, and he rocked backwards, trying desperately to fuck himself on the digit. Every now and again the finger would be removed, long enough for a burst of saliva to hit his hole, before it was filled once more.

You're filthy, thought Dorlin, violently admonishing himself for liking any of the Sith's foul ministrations. He had lost control of his body, and it seemed to do as it pleased at this point. The finger was digging deeper and deeper into him, and it stoked the flame of lust he thought had long since died out. I'm a sick, pathetic excuse for a Jedi...

"What do you want, you little slut?" asked a voice, husky but beautiful. "Tell your Mistress what you need..."

Another wave of energy tore through Dorlin, and all thought fled his mind. He growled, pushing his ass back and tuning his head towards the voice. Chayle's amethyst gaze met his, and he was mesmerized. "I need you inside me, Mistress," he felt himself whisper, his emerald eyes fogged over with lust. "Please..."

Chayle smiled triumphantly, lined her cock up to its puckered destination, and then... pouted. "It's a real shame you were so rude to me, kitten..." she whispered, rubbing the swollen head of her cock against the prepped anus before it. "I wanted to fuck you so hard, and make you cum screaming my name..." The words dragged a whimper from Dorlin, who kept trying to push back onto the member at his entrance. "But you need to learn you can't talk to your Mistress like that..."

Raising a paw, Chayle waved over a young Feline at the edge of the room. It was a Tiger, and by the looks of her, she had a thing for her own breasts. She had both of her own nipples in her mouth, and was sucking on them greedily, watching the show at the center of the room. However, upon seeing her Mistress' request, she stood and padded her way over quickly.

"Tey, here, is a Jedi like you and me..." whispered Chayle, caressing Dorlin's ass roughly. "He - or should I say she, now - was the apprentice of a Doberman Jedi who crashed here recently..." The Tiger in question stepped up, her breasts dripping a steady stream of milk down her body. "This... world... has had a rather dramatic effect on her body. Much like it gave me my glorious penis, it completely reshaped her body, leaving _only_her penis untouched."

Dorlin could see the rather impressive length rising in front of his face. His mind was still clouded, but he felt a sense of revulsion as the rough Feline cock-head began rubbing against his muzzle. He opened his mouth to bite at the offensive member.

Yet another wave of energy cut through Dorlin just as he was about to dismember the young Jedi. He shook with pleasure, the warmth in his body spreading as it intensified. His maw stretched wide and his tongue lolled out, and then just like that, he felt the rough, warm head of cat-cock slide into his mouth.

It's... weird, he thought, mind breaking as he ran his tongue along the offensive organ. It's really not that bad... He didn't want to admit it, but he liked the feel and flavor of it. An almost musky scent filled his nose as he gagged on Tey's sex, reveling in the feeling of a mouthful of dick. The rough glans of it scratched at the back of his throat, but it wasn't unpleasant. I want more... he purred, forcing his face as far forward as it could go.

Chayle laughed at the purring Lion beneath her, running her claws against the ass in front of her. "That's it, kitten... fuck your face on that dick..." she crooned softly.

Yes Mistress, thought Dorlin, completely and utterly lost in the sensations assaulting him. He felt, idly, as slick fingers began probing his ass again, and he began rocking back and forth in time, trying to take as much penis as he could fingers.

"Time for the real show..." whispered Chayle, clasping her paws onto the Lion's ass cheeks. She aligned her swollen cock with the wet and ready tailhole in front of it, and then buried the bone.

At the same moment, Tey thrust into the Lion's maw ferociously. The spitroasted Feline was being pounded from both ends at the same time.

I feel so full, thought Dorlin, before the two cocks began to leave. He felt them slide out of his body slowly, and every inch of the retreating sexes was an ecstatic torture. Just as they were about to be removed, their delicious tips achingly resting at their respective entrances, both members returned with a vengeance. Yes,_purred Dorlin, feeling complete as he was filled on both ends to the hilt. _ This is what I was meant to feel... this is my destiny... this feeling... it's so right...

"I can feel you waking up, Dorlin," sighed Chayle, picking up her pace. "I know you want to be with us, like this, forever... your body sings sweet stories of your needs..." She rocked back, slapping the Lion's ass playfully. "You're such a good little slut, aren't you kitten?"

Dorlin murred in affirmation. He'd found his purpose. All he wanted was for them to fill him to the brim. Serious thoughts, of things like duty and honor, had been washed away. Even his own erection, now painfully swollen and crying thick tears of precum, was a mere afterthought. The only thing he needed was to please the two beautiful creatures using him as a cock-sleeve.

"Mmmmistress," whimpered Tey, now holding Dorlin's head in her paws and viciously fucking the Jedi's face in time with Chayle's thrusts. "He's so tasty, Mistress, I can't hold it anymore!" Her form was a blur as she thrust fast and deep, balls slapping wonderfully against the chin of the Lion. "I wanna fill his throat, Mistresssss. Please let me cum..."

Chayle smiled viciously. "Not until he asks for it, pet. When he asks for it, then you may give him your gift." She herself was pounding away at the ass, her own pussy weeping violently between her legs. She sucked on her own fingers, lubing them up generously. Then, as she felt her own orgasm rising, she took her slobbered on paw and reached around the Lion's hips. Her paw gripped his cock, and she felt the warm, wet and angry length struggling for release. "Now be a good slut, and give into yourself. You're so close, kitten..."

Dorlin couldn't communicate around the cock that was digging so deeply into his throat that it forced him to choke with every thrust. In his mind he screamed, Yes Mistress! I have found my purpose and it is you!

It was all Chayle needed, and she ran a finger across the cock-ring keeping the Lion's orgasm contained. "Now, kitten, you will wait to cum until I give you permission."

A moan of relief was the only answer Dorlin could manage, and he reached up to grab at Tey's ample ass. Another wave of pleasure rippled through the room, and it took all of his Jedi training not to explode right there. A tremendous sense of belonging washed over him as the energy passed. He knew, without a shadow of a doubt, he was awake for the first time in his life.

As Chayle stroked the Lion's cock in time with her thrusts, she took her free paw and reached out to Tey, who accepted it by sucking on it greedily. She gagged as she forced the entire paw into the back of her throat, and a copious amount of saliva coated the Lupine fingers. Removing it from its warm, wet home, Chayle took her dripping paw and sucked on it herself, tasting Tey's sweet flavor even as she added her own salvia to the mix. Finally, the paw was moved to her own anus, and the winking entrance was invaded by several of the slick digits.

Tey was enraptured by the sights, smells and sensations, and she cupped her own breasts, massaging them roughly. Pinching at the nipples, twin fountains of milk sprayed out onto her companions. It coated the other two participants, and Chayle began panting in a mix of exertion and arousal.

Orgasm building, Chayle began to thrust as deeply as she could, feeling her cockhead jab at Dorlin's prostate as it passed. She couldn't contain herself much longer, and just as she was about to fill up the Feline, she cried out. "Cum now, kitten. Cum for your Mistress!"

Dorlin didn't need to be told twice. As his own balls emptied themselves into Chayle's paw, Tey emptied herself into Dorlin, and he greedily sucked down the delicious treat. Another wave of energy caught the threesome as they climaxed, intensifying the sensation a hundred fold. It felt so right to Dorlin, and even as he sprayed ropes of cum across the floor, he couldn't help but wait for the real pleasure to come.

It took half a second, but Chayle exploded, knotting firmly as she painted the insides of the Feline. She kept thrusting, even with the knot, her own pussy gushing behind her contracting balls. Her whole paw was buried into her ass, and she howled brilliantly.

Tey collapsed in a spent heap, and Dorlin gurgled the last of her cum as his own body seized up. The seed that had erupted inside of him was filling him with heat, forcing his own orgasm to grow in force, and his body started shaking. Eyes becoming unfocused from the sheer ecstasy of it, he swallowed what semen was left in his throat before a roar of pleasure erupted from his chest.

"Fffffffuccck..." whimpered Dorlin, rising up and reaching back, pulling Chayle as close to him as he could.

Chayle kept stroking the Lion's cock, squeezing every last drop from it. "Take it you dirty slut," she growled, continuing to thrust her knotted dick as deep as it would go. She already spent all of her jizz, but she needed to dominate the poor Lion. "You're a thirsty bitch, aren't you kitten?"

Dorlin could barely nod, maw open wide and tongue hanging limp. "Mmmmisstreesss is so good..." he mumbled, eyes rolling up into their sockets as his world went white. The ropes of jizz stopped pouring forth from his tired cock, and he hung their limply, unconscious.

"Aww, did kitten fall asleep?" asked Chayle softly, caressing Dorlin's muscular chest from behind. "It _has_been a long day..." She kept thrusting into the over-stimulated Feline, his body like a ragdoll in her arms. With one final explosive orgasm, Chayle finished filling the poor man's insides, and pulled herself free. "What to do with you, kitten..." She snapped her fingers, and Misha and Mika - who had been busy fucking each other - came rushing over.

"Yes Mistress?" asked Misha, pussy still dripping.

Mika was second to arrive, and she was still wearing a strap-on. "What can we do for you, Mistress?"

Chayle caressed the Lion spread out on the floor, then stood. Taking hold of her cock, she started pissing. Her urine seeped into the fur of the fallen Lion. "Mine, now," she whispered to herself, then pointed to Misha. "Clean me up."

The Fox did as she was told, kneeling to suck her Mistress' member clean.

"Mika," said Chayle, pointing at the other Fox. "Take the Jedi to the iris and lock him in." The unoccupied Fox nodded, giving one last longing look at her kneeling sister, and turned to go. "Also, as penance for losing the other Jedi, you must drink my cum from the Lion's tailhole." The Vulpine female paused, looking back at her Mistress in concern. "All of it," growled Chayle.

Nodding slowly, Mika bowed, leaving with a sense of trepidation.

Chayle returned to her throne, and Misha continued to service her in the meantime. The rest of the room - which had swung into a glorious orgy during the show - was now lounging about in various messy heaps.

Outside the throne room, a storm was brewing....

Twisted, rocky spires pierced the sky for miles, some producing billowing clouds of smoke and ash, sparking embers floating up the twisting hot air. A Republic dropship bobbed and weaved through the natural rock formations below, careful to remain beneath the blackened sky.

Inside the dropship, Laika sat, cleaning the hilt of her Lightsaber with a dry cloth. She was dressed in a simple combat tunic, light armor plates dispersed about her arms and legs to ward off stray blaster bolts. She felt the hull of the ship shake as a mortar round went off somewhere close. It made her stomach lurch, but she was used to it.

Something feels weird, thought Laika, looking around the room to see what was off. The Lion, Jedi Master Dorlin, sat across from her. He was speaking to his Equine Padawan, Paela, who was smiling softly and nodding at whatever her master had said. That seems fine... Looking to her right, Laika caught sight of her own Master, Katala. The Hyena was cleaning her own twin Lightsabers, and as Laika took in her beautiful form, she felt a smile creep along her muzzle. Most Hyena wore tight, rather revealing clothing, having evolved on a rather warm world. Katala was no exception.

"Take a holo, Padawan, it'll last longer," said Katala, turning her golden eyes onto her student. "Is everything alright?" she asked, cocking her head to the left in concern.

I'm not a Padawan... thought Laika, blinking slowly. Am I...? Instead of voicing her inner conflict, the young Collie shrugged, smiling softly. "Was just admiring the view," she said, immediately regretting it. Where the hell did that come from...?!

Katala didn't seem to mind. "There'll be time enough for that later. For now, we have work to do." The Hyena clipped her twin sabers to her belt, and cracked her knuckles loudly. "Doing alright over there, Dorlin?"

The Lion looked over, clearly upset at the interruption. "Doing fine, Katala. Shouldn't you be instructing your apprentice on embarkation procedure?"

"It's not my first time," said Laika, rather matter-of-factly. She clipped her Lightsaber to her belt and began examining the rearward portion of the compartment.

Katala looked at her Padawan quizzically. "Yes it is," she said, a brow raised. "Unless there's something you need to tell me."

Surprise filled Laika, and she looked at the Hyena beside her. "What do you mean, we've done tons of drops..." she racked her mind, trying to remember the details. Ord Mantell, Candor, Hoth, and several other planets flittered through her mind - and yet in half of the memories, she was a full Knight. Reaching behind her, Laika searched for her Padawan braid, and was relieved to find it dangling from the fur on her head.

"Come to think of it," mumbled Paela from beside her own master, "I've done this before, too..." This statement elicited an astonished reaction from Dorlin, who leaned away from Paela as if seeing her for the first time.

"That's impossible," growled the Lion, bracing himself with his right paw. "What game are you two playing with us?"

Katala just laughed. "You had me goin' there, Laika. I was almost about to scrub the mission on account of my Padawan having a mental breakdown..."

Paela raised her hand, her long Equine features were screwed up in confusion. "No, really, we've--"

Laika cut into her fellow Padawan's revelation, trying to disarm the situation swiftly. "Haha, yeah, sorry Master. I couldn't help it really." Her lips twisted into a fake smile, and she gave Paela a look that said, shut up.

The other Padawan quieted down, giving her own master an apologetic smile. "Uhm... What she said."

Disapproval poured from Dorlin's stern green gaze. "I had thought you were better than that, Paela. I suppose I overestimated you."

"Wow," Katala said, accompanied by a burst of exasperation. "Lighten up, Dorlin. It's not like you never made a joke or two." She giggled softly, putting an arm around Laika's shoulders and leaning in. "In fact, I remember a certain Lion who couldn't help himself from replacing his Master's Lightsaber with a flashlight."

A deep scowl found its way onto Dorlin's muzzle, and he turned to glare at the rear hatch. He couldn't help letting a rebuttal slip out, however. "And I remember a certain Hyena streaking through the temple gardens when they were caught with a boy..."

Katala let out a howl of amusement, and pulled Laika close to her chest enthusiastically. "Too bad they couldn't prove a thing!" Grinning like a madwoman, Katala rocked back and forth with Laika as she failed to contain her laughter.

That was when the memory of a dying Hyena hit Laika like a ton of brick.

Laika knelt, holding her master's dying body in her arms. There was a gaping wound in her chest, the leftover remains of a full power blaster bolt. The explosive soundtrack of war was audible in the background, but the Padawan paid no mind, gazing down at the Hyena in her arms with tears falling freely. "Don't go," she whimpered.

Katala smiled, reaching up to touch Laika's muzzle with an open paw. "It's alright... This is right..." Her eyes closed, a soft punctuation to her passing.

Just like that, Laika was back in the dropship, staring up at her Master's warm smile. "Are you alright, Laika? You're staring at me again. I'm not that gorgeous." The Hyena stuck her tongue out playfully, causing Dorlin to roll his eyes and sneer.

"We're five minutes out, Masters..." came an oddly familiar voice from over the intercom. "Sensors show no activity at the drop zone."

Laika couldn't quite place the voice, but Paela could. "M'ewan? Is that you?" asked Paela, confused and somewhat frightened.

"Who is M'ewan?" asked Dorlin.

Paela looked up at her master, then to Laika. "Um... Just a Jedi I've met before..."

The intercom remained silent for a moment, until the shaky voice of the young Ram returned. "This is M'ewan... um... who are you...?"

"Nobody, pilot," barked Laika, drawing the attention of the two Jedi Masters. She turned away, avoiding their curious gazes. "We're nobody..."

Something is wrong here... thought Laika. This has all happened before... She couldn't put her finger on it, but there was something about all this that didn't add up. Whatever, she thought as she shook her head, it doesn't matter - we have a mission to complete. They're all counting on us.

Engines screamed as the dropship tore through the canyon, drawing ever nearer to their destination.

The humid air of the mess hall hadn't lost any of its heat. The first thing that Senni noticed as she stepped into the makeshift sauna was the three bodies floating in the water. Panic seized her, and she leapt forwards to see what had happened.

Laika, Paela and M'ewan were floating on their backs, unconscious. Cursing, Senni shouted for them to wake up, but they didn't respond. Running to the intercom panel, the Doberman slammed her paw into the red button on the left. "Hey, if anyone can hear this, I need help down in the mess hall!"

Turning swiftly, Senni leapt into the water, scooping up Laika and pulling her out of the water. "How stupid can you be, taking a nap in a sauna?" she asked, gently placing the fevered Collie onto the crosswalk. "One poached Jedi coming up..." came another facetious remark, to no one in particular.

The Chief came hopping into the room as Senni was pulling Paela free from the water. The anxious Rabbit's nose twitched, and she looked to her right at the Padawan, who was starting to sink under the weight of his wet wool. "Eep," she squeaked, rushing to get M'ewan out of the water before he drowned.

"What were they thinking?" asked the Chief, struggling to pull the waterlogged Ram out of the bath. "Even we knew well enough to sleep in the freaking kitchen!"

Senni just shrugged, lifting her unconscious comrades with the Force, and floating them out the door. "Come on, we need to get them cooled off and in bed."

The Chief agreed completely, but had to drag the Ram. He was much heavier than she was. "A little help would be nice," she ground out, her ears flattening as she struggled to pull the sopping wet Padawan.

The Doberman Jedi had already left with her two parcels, however, and the Chief was alone. "Hnnng..." mumbled M'ewan, shifting in his flushed sleep. "This is M'ewan..." he whispered. "Who are you...?"

"Well, M'ewan..." the Chief muttered harshly, frustration growing. "I'm Chief Rassina, and I'd really like it if you could get up on your own..."

Sure enough, M'ewan shot up in an instant. "Wha...?" He looked around wildly, trying to figure out where he was. "I... the dropship... who..." he whispered, turning to look at the Rabbit beside him. She was naked, her nipples sliding against his leg softly. Taking a big gulp of air, M'ewan back pedaled. "Oh, uh, hello there..."

The Rabbit just sighed and fell onto her back. "Thank the Force you're awake. I dunno if I could drag you all the way to the medbay on my own..."

M'ewan looked at her, confused. "Medbay? Why the medbay..?" He looked around again, truly taking in the new environment. "Where's my Master? And Knight Laika...?"

The Chief stood, and moved to exit the room. "As if it's not obvious, they're in the medbay." At the moment she passed the threshold into the hallway outside, she turned and smiled at M'ewan. "Now come on. You look like a mop without its bucket. Let's get you cleaned up."

The Ram looked down and took in his own appearance. His wool was completely soaked through, and it felt like an extra fifty pounds of water had been soaked up. Starting with the process of wringing himself out, M'ewan began following the Rabbit as he went. While trusting one of the abandoned crew of the Thousand Steps didn't exactly sit well with him, even the Ram had to admit he was limited on options. He had to know his master was alright. Hang in there, Master... he thought, eyes focused on the long ears of the female leading the way.

The dropship swung around as it destabilized. All the Jedi braced themselves, but it was still a shock when their ride broke against the canyon wall and tumbled the rest of the way to the ground below. Gravity twisted wildly, and the sound of metal crashing against rock and dirt filled their ears. It took a handful of seconds to finish their uncontrolled landing, and somehow they managed to do it right-side up.

Laika was the first to regain her composure after the crash, and she ran to the cockpit to see what had happened. Tearing open the door with the Force, Laika saw that there was no one there. Wherever M'ewan was, he wasn't on the dropship. She could see their destination about a hundred meters dead ahead, straight out the cockpit's viewscreen.

"How's the pilot?" asked Dorlin, shaking his head clear. "And ask him what in the blazes he was thinking..."

Katala and Paela both stood, if a bit wobbly, and turned towards the rear compartment. The Hyena placed a paw on the control console for the hatch, but it whined, refusing to open. "We've got a problem," she said, shifting her golden gaze to her Padawan in the cockpit. "We've dug into the rock a bit. Ramp won't descend."

"Maybe we can move the ship out with the Force..." muttered Dorlin, deep in thought.

Laika shook her head. "No time," she said, whipping around and raising her arms in front of her. Channeling a surge of Force energy through her paws, the front viewscreen of the dropship blew out into the canyon, and she dived through it gracefully. After sticking the landing, Laika looked around, seeing no-one. "It's all clear," she called back into the ship.

A look of discomfort found its way onto Dorlin's face, and he coughed awkwardly. "Yes, well, that works too I suppose..."

The medical bay of the Thousand Steps was cold and dark. It was on the lowest functioning deck of the wrecked ship, and as such, none of the external atmosphere had leaked in. By the time M'ewan had reached the wide room, the unconscious bodies of his comrades were safely tucked into two of the beds.

Senni had flipped on the monitors, keeping tabs on the Jedis' life-signs. She looked up as the Ram entered the room, followed by the Chief. "Oh, good, you're awake. Must be all that young blood running through your veins..." She licked her lips as she took in M'ewan's nude form. "But I'm afraid these two have a long way to go before they're waking up. They appear to be in a heat induced trance of some kind."

Nodding, M'ewan stepped up to the bed of Paela, his master. She looked so vulnerable like this - naked and wet, with only a thin sheet covering her dignity. His young cock began to grow stiff as he stared down at her unconscious form. The Chief embraced him from behind, grasping his average cock with her small, Bunny paw. She began to stroke, and he let her, staring down at his master with lust-filled eyes.

Knowing it was wrong, M'ewan did nothing to stop the petite female. Every fiber of his being screamed at him that it was wrong, and yet still, he didn't move. His heart pounded in his chest, and he lost himself in the feeling of the soft paw on his ramhood.

"I can't say it'd be a good idea to fuck them in this state," said Senni, watching the two smaller animals closely. "But a cum bath never hurt anyone..." She began to stroke her own sex, dipping her fingers inside of herself.

The underground supply tunnels for the Harkonnen outpost were surprisingly empty, thanks to the careful application of external force. The remnant Sith were so busy dealing with simultaneous attacks from the north and west walls of their fortress, they never even stopped to consider the diminutive cave network would be breached right under their noses.

The lights were dim, but it was no problem for the four Jedi. Their Force senses were more than enough to compensate for the reduction in eyesight. Scattered crates that held excess blasters and suits of armor were everywhere, but it was simple enough to wind around them. Dorlin almost tripped over an unused helmet, catching himself just as his foot landed on its smooth surface.

"Careful, Lav," whispered Katala, the use of the Jedi's first name an unusual sound. "Wouldn't want you to sprain an ankle." She stuck her tongue out at her fellow Master, and he growled softly in response.

Laika was have a more difficult time with this than she should. The strange, haunting vision of her master dying in front of her was plaguing her mind. She watched as the Hyena continued to walk down the tunnel, directly in front of her. Feelings she was unfamiliar with flooded Laika's senses, and she felt the ridiculous urge to cry get stronger the deeper they got.

The sounds of boots hitting metal caught their attention. The four Jedi flattened themselves to the walls, shrouding their presence as best they could.

"I'm telling you," said a woman with a thick Imperial accent. "The alarms in the third junction detected movement..."

A man, similarly accented, responded with a cynical tone. "They detect motion every day. Every fucking time it's just some sting-rat, or a baron wolf. I've told them a hundred times to calibrate the motion sensors, but Darth Carthaes seems to disagree with my assessment..."

Two Imperial troopers came in to view, their black armor barely showing up in the dim light of the tunnel. They were holding standard issue blaster rifles, their faces masked by their helmets. The taller one - the female - spoke again, this time softer. "Well you know what they say, you can never be too careful..."

"Say that after you've baby-proofed an apartment," shot back the male trooper, rolling his shoulders in discomfort. "I've had to watch my mate put triple redundant safety seals on every single cabinet. He even child locked the refresher - the refresher for Sith's sake..."

Neither of the troopers noticed the Jedi, and as they passed, Dorlin and Katala struck with the Force. The enemy soldier flew into each other violently, knocking them out cold.

"We need to bind them," said Laika.

Katala looked at her student in surprise. "I was just about to say that..."

Looking between the two Jedi, Paela cleared her throat. "Great minds, and all that..."

This explanation seemed to sate the Jedi Master's curiosity. Dorlin growled lowly. "We have to keep moving."

After binding the wrists and ankles of the thoroughly knocked-out troopers, the four Jedi made their way deeper into the cave.

M'ewan couldn't help but be mesmerized as the small bunny stroked his dick, the image of his Master, Paela, present beneath him. He was being held from behind, pushed up against the bed, with his cock inches above the rising and falling chest of the Equine Jedi. He licked his lips, reaching out to touch her nipples softly.

While the Chief was busy with her tugjob, Senni snuck up behind the smaller woman and pried her ass apart. The small pink bud of the Rabbit's entrance looked delicious as it winked at her, and she leaned in to lick at it. It earned a squeak from the owner of the tailhole, but that only served to spur Senni on, and she began eating the ass out in earnest. With two fingers of her right paw, she began stroking the folds of the Chief's pussy, sliding them in and jilling her softly.

Chief moaned, gripping M'ewan's cock with both paws now and squeezing it gently. "Ffffuck," she groaned, grinding her asshole into Senni's muzzle harshly. With her paws, she began to stroke faster. "This would be perfect if you covered your Master in all your jizz, you dirty boy..."

That was enough to get M'ewan panting, and he began thrusting into the paws that held his girth. "I'm sorry," he whispered, getting lost in the taboo of it. "I just... I can't stop now..." The thought of covering Paela, his own Jedi Master, with his seed was too much for him. He began moving his hips with earnest, trying to get to that magical moment.

Meanwhile, Senni was pushing her long Canine tongue as deep as it could go into the little bunny's butthole. She couldn't believe how delicious it was, and she was losing it to the flavors and smells. One of her paws was grinding her own clit, while the other one was diving into the Chief's moist sex.

Orgasms building, the threesome continued to please each other. Senni was rocking her hips, nearly fisting herself, while the Chief was losing control of her pacing and drooling onto M'ewan's back. The Ram, to his credit, was still focused solely on his Master. Thrusting harder than he thought possible, all that he could think of was coating every last inch of the slumbering Equine.

Paela shivered for no apparent reason, ignoring the slight sensation of being watched. The four Jedi had made it to the western gate of the Sith fortress, sitting crouched behind a stack of large munitions crates. Dorlin had closed his eyes, and was scanning the room through the force.

The room itself was built like a hanger, having enough room to fit an entire squadron of fighters. Instead, four empty walker vehicles sat unused on the eastern end of the room, opposite the main gate. Two stairways led up and out onto the forward battlements. Two sets of turbolaser controls were up there, along with who knows how many guards. None of them were visible from inside the hanger-like room, however, housed in a separate external hallway.

"Remarkable," whispered Katala, peering over the crates stealthily. "The room is practically empty..." There were about a dozen guards scattered around the room, but none of them looked particularly attentive. It seemed as if Harkonnen Fortress' reputation of being impregnable left them rather lackadaisical.

Pointing towards the nearest staircase, Dorlin motioned for his Padawan. "Paela, you and I will go take out the external defenses." With that, the two Jedi softly made their way up the chosen staircase.

Nodding to herself, Katala patted Laika on the shoulder, smiling wildly. "I guess that leaves the gate controls to us. You ready?"

A powerful sense of fear filled Laika to her core. "No, wait," she pleaded, reaching out to take hold of her Master's robes. Something wasn't right, as if everything leading up to this point was building a sense of dread in the pit of the Collie's stomach. "You can't go," whispered Laika, not really sure why she was so frightened. "If you go, you'll die..."

Katala looked down at her apprentice carefully, unsure of her meaning. "Laika, we have to do this, or else the Republic offensive will get slaughtered out there." She tried to move, but was held in place by the terrified Canine holding her robes. "Seriously, what's gotten into you, Padawan?"

Pulling her Master as close as she could, Laika continued to plead quietly. "You can't go..." she whispered. "I can't lose you again, Master..." The words surprised her as much as they did Katala.

Humoring her upset Padawan, Katala wrapped her arms around Laika for a moment. "What do you mean, again...?"

"This has all happened before," muttered Laika into her Master's chest, tears streaming down her face. "You die and I have to watch it, over and over again, every time I close my eyes..." The words were pouring forth from her lips, but she had no idea where they were coming from. "I love you too much to watch that happen again..."

Katala took Laika's paws in hers, and extricated herself slowly from the sobbing Padawan. "I know," she whispered in response. Her paws disappeared, and Laika watched as her Master leapt from the crates, into the room beyond.

All logic left Laika, then, as she began moving on autopilot. She ran up behind her Master, and the two began taking out the Imperial troopers one by one - this time taking none of them captive. They had almost made it to the control console when a red Lightsaber came flying out of nowhere and destroyed the controls.

Turning towards the walkers in the back of the room, Laika saw a Sith acolyte who had been obscured from view. He was rather large for a Duck, but still smaller than both Jedi. "Damn it, he was shrouding himself," she cursed, igniting her purple saber.

Katala activated her own blue blade, and she pointed at a ladder to the left. "That leads up to the catwalk, where you'll find the auxiliary controls." She waited for Laika to move, but the Collie didn't budge. The white-furred Canine was staring out at the Sith, never breaking eye contact. "Laika!" shouted Katala, snapping the Padawan out of her funk. "Go! I've got this, kid."

Nodding shakily, Laika deactivated her Lightsaber and turned, jumping towards the ladder, propelling herself with the Force. It shaved a good five seconds off of the trip, and she landed about halfway up. She began to climb the rest of the way, not for a moment feeling comfortable with being so exposed.

True to her word, Katala leapt towards the Sith - who had since recalled his Lightsaber with the Force - and swung a vicious blue arc down at him. They clashed, twisting away from each other, then coming back together in a brilliant dance. They appeared evenly matched, almost choreographed.

Laika knew better, however. The Force was strong with both Jedi and Sith, but she knew that her Master had a trick up her sleeve. Sparing a fleeting glance at the combat below, Laika used the tension to fuel her climb. It took her moments to reach the catwalk, and then it was just a short jog to the auxiliary control console.

Being pushed back further and further by the Sith's relentless assault, Katala decided it was time to reinvent her defense. Shaking her sleeve, a second Lightsaber appeared in her left paw, and she activated it, slashing it upwards to take her enemy off guard. Surprise erupted on the Duck's face, and his bill opened to let out a sharp gasp. He made a backflip, getting as far from the new threat as possible.

"Dirty trick, Jedi," said the Sith, his voice hoarse. He swung his Lightsaber around himself in a dramatic flourish. Anger at being toyed with reinforced his resolve, and he began to feed off that rage. "One saber or two, it makes little difference..."

Switching into a Jar'Kai stance designed for dual-wielding, Katala shrugged him off. She had no interest in talking to the Sith. His anger drove him into another assault, but this time the Hyena was more than ready, and turned it back onto him tenfold. It was all the feathered warrior could do not to get hit.

It was the last, desperate act of a coward, but the Sith took advantage of a lull in the combat to throw his Lightsaber up into the catwalks. It made its journey upwards in slow motion. Laika didn't see it coming, too busy bringing her paws to rest on the control panel in front of her. As she pressed the large green rectangular button on the console, and the massive gate began to creak open, she could see the red glow approach her in her peripheral vision.

Katala had thrown one of her own sabers, however, and the blue weapon was propelled by all her power and focus to strike the enemy blade in its path, diverting it at the last possible second. Still, this moment of pure concentration had left her completely open, and she felt the warm, concussive thump of a blaster bolt catching her in the chest. It sent her flying with the power of it, crashing against a loader droid near the gate.

It was a blink of an eye, but Laika knew it was coming. She'd seen this before. It only made things worse, witnessing this moment again. Rage boiled up within Laika, and she screamed, igniting her Lightsaber and leaping down from the catwalk, purple blade raised high above her head.

The Sith's Lightsaber was in shambles, and he held a trooper's discarded blaster rifle limpling in his hands. He raised it, firing wildly towards his attacker, knowing that she'd deflect every single one. He was running purely on instinct, forgetting he could easily call one of the dying Jedi's Lightsabers to himself in an instant. He just kept jerking the trigger, watching in dread as the howling Canine descended upon him like a vengeful spirit.

It took a single slice of her blade to disarm the Sith, but Laika wasn't finished there. She released all of her anger onto the panicked Avian. Second slice, he was missing an arm and shrieking for the trouble. Third slice, no more legs, and he fell to the floor in agony. Laika took piece after piece of the wailing mass of feathers and flesh beneath her, never stopping until what remained no longer resembled anything living. It was a collection of burnt meat and steaming bodily fluids.

The gate had barely made it a third of the way open by the time that she was finished with the Sith, and Laika extinguished her Lightsaber, taking deep breaths. She looked to her teacher, lying there broken and burnt, and she ran to her quickly. Laika took her Master into her arms, and the Hyena coughed. It was a sickly wet sound, blood darkening the fur of her muzzle.

The memories were real now. Laika knelt, holding her master's dying body in her arms. There was a gaping wound in her chest, the leftover remains of a full power blaster bolt. The explosive soundtrack of war was audible in the background, but the Padawan paid no mind, gazing down at the Hyena in her arms with tears falling freely. "Don't go," she whimpered.

Katala smiled, reaching up to touch Laika's muzzle with an open paw. "It's alright... This is right..." Her eyes closed, a soft punctuation to her passing.

Then there was nothingness.

Paela shot up in bed, disoriented. Her Padawan stood, naked as the day as he was born, two small paws stroking his length from behind. Moans and cries of ecstasy filled the room, and she turned, mouth agape, confused surprise taking over her. Her eyes met M'ewan's, and with a last, shuddering groan, he came. The Mare felt hot strings of Ram seed coat her body, tracing a pattern up her stomach, over her burgeoning chest, onto her neck and finally into her mouth. She sat there, dumbstruck, as her own student filled her mouth with a large helping of his semen.

Ecstatic bliss was quickly replaced by horror and shame as M'ewan took in what he had just done. Senni and the Chief stood, backing away slowly. Sputtering, the Ram backed off, cock still dripping cum onto the deck plating, and turned to flee.

Still coming to grips with what had just happened, Paela sat motionless on the bed. She wanted to call out to her Padawan, to tell him it was alright, to come back and they could talk about it. Instead, she remained in a stunned silence, unable to fully comprehend the situation. She felt the warmth in her mouth, covering her chest, and she swallowed thickly. The Mare shuddered as she found the milky concoction delicious, and she rose her right breast to clean it off and suckle on it, making sure it was cleaned fully before beginning to move onto the next one. She was stopped, however, when the head of a Doberman was already in there, lapping at her chest like a hungry animal.

The feeling of a foreign mouth on her breast was unsettling, and Paela reached up to remove it. Instead she wrapped a hand around the back of the Canine's head and pulled her closer, almost painfully so, relishing in the pleasure it produced. She was being milked, thoroughly, and she was loving every second of it.

Chief, not to be left out, began massaging the Mare's bare thighs as she licked away the discarded semen left behind on the Jedi's toned stomach. It tasted even better mixed with the Horse's clean sweat, and she found herself dipping lower and lower until she reached Paela's weeping vagina. It had a smell not unlike spring time, and she rushed in, capturing that flavor with her greedy little Rabbit mouth.

Paela was where her Padawan was moments before, teetering on the edge of lustful oblivion. Everything was right as it was supposed to be in that moment, with her tits suckled and squeezed, her cunt devoured, and her mind spinning. The feeling of paws kneading the milk from her swollen breasts was almost too much, let alone the small tongue lapping at her clit. She laid back, letting her two new friends work their magic on her heated body.

That was when Laika stood from her bed. Neither the Rabbit nor the Doberman paused in their assault - for which Paela was eternally grateful - and the Mare watched with interest as her comrade rose from her bed, dropping her sheets and revealing her naked form. There was something off about her, something Paela couldn't quite put a finger on. As it was, it was taking all of her concentration to register Laika's presence at all.

The Collie stood still, as motionless as one of the Guardian statues at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. As Paela watched, enraptured by the vision before her, Laika's eyes burst open. They were glowing a deep red - the color of a Sith Lightsaber. She moved, then, reaching a paw in-between her own legs and rubbing at her clit. It only took a moment of this friction before the small nub began to grow, and a massive Canine shaft erupted from her groin.

Then she stepped forwards, and taking Paela by the shoulders, she leaned the Mare's head back over the table, so she was looking up at her. Then she placed the swollen tip of her shaft at the Horse's lips and waited.

In her haze, Paela knew what to do. She could smell the precum that was so close to her now, and she opened her mouth to accept the gift. Then, she felt the breath leave her as the cock slammed into the back of her throat. She gagged, and saliva welled up, thick and slick, pouring around the Canine member and getting it nice and wet. It pulled out, and she felt it slide against her tongue. She grazed it with her teeth as it approached the tip, but Laika made no response. Instead, she finished pulling out her dripping cock and slammed it back in, deeper than before.

Senni gripped Paela's tits harshly, starting to abuse them. It was an odd mix of pleasure and pain, and as she bit down on the nipple in her mouth it forced a moan from the owner. Milk flowed more freely, so much so that it spilled out of the Doberman's mouth, splashing onto the floor. She used her paw to tug and pull on the other breast, pinching and twisting the nipple harshly, forcing milk to fly out and shower the foursome in a cool rain.

The Chief was still busy eating the pussy in front of her, but she reached her small paw up to Paela's ass and let the copious amounts of fluids flow onto her fingers. Then she stuck the whole thing in, and somehow the hole took it without so much as a complaint, reaching as deep as she could go.

Paela was falling apart at the seams. She could barely breathe past the assault on her throat, and the oxygen deprivation was making things blur somewhat. The delicious pain of her chest being abused, twisted and battered was causing her to shake violently with pleasure, and she wrapped her legs around the Rabbit at her crotch. The cock inside her throat kept searching deeper and deeper, continually barreling past her gag reflex as if it wasn't there. Saliva was so thick and heavy, now, that it was dripping to the floor in thick columns.

I'm so full, she thought, flailing incoherently. The milk in my tits is going to explode, my ass will never be tight again... the cock choking me to death from the inside, slowly, beautifully... I never want it to stop.

Laika stood in darkness, unsure of where exactly she was. She had just relived the most painful moment of her life - to what end, she wasn't sure. Now she was cold, and alone. She tried walking, naked and confused, through the darkness. Unfortunately, no matter how far she padded through the inky black, there was no sign of light. Oddly enough, she herself was glowing, but it served only to illuminate her body, not the area around her.

Opening her mind, Laika attempted to touch the Force. Grass grew beneath her feet, cool with the morning dew. Bushes, branches, and an assortment of jungle trees sprouted organically all around her. The air was humid but cool, with sunlight forcing its way through the thick clouds. She was back on Tressalix.

A brief moment of relief. Laika breathed deep, closing her eyes and relaxing her body. She never thought she'd be so happy to see the jungle moon's musky forest floor.

Through the trees ahead, a heavy mist fell. From within it, a man approached. A wizened old Human Jedi stepped towards Laika, heading right for her. As he got closer, she could see the deep brown leather of his robes, their heavy weight a testament to his strength. He looked ancient, something out of the history books. He grew ever nearer until he was directly in front of Laika, then he paused.

"What is it you have to say, Katala?" he asked, looking over Laika's shoulder. "Could this not have waited until the morning...?"

Laika spun on her heel. Was she going mad? No, Katala was there once more, only this time she was dressed in the ceremonial robes of a Jedi. Laika had never seen her without her skin-tight outfit, and to say the billowing robes looked awkward on the Hyena was an understatement. Her golden eyes shone with resolve. Laika backed away from the two apparitions, wishing she understood what was going on.

"Master Pol'dan... I've come to inform you of my intentions," said Katala, arms crossed under her chest in a defensive posture. "After Laika faces the trials, and becomes a full Jedi Knight... I will be taking my leave of the Order."

Pol'dan, once the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order, nodded softly. "I knew this was coming from you, at some point. I had hoped the experience of teaching would've convinced you to stay..." He reached up with a pinkish, furless hand, taking Katala's shoulder. "You will be missed..."

The Hyena bowed her head in respect. "In truth, the time I've spent with my Padawan ultimately galvanized my belief that I am not fit to be a Jedi..."

Pain erupted in Laika's chest. She never imagined she'd be hearing words like these flowing freely from her Master's lips. To think that she drove her own mentor, the woman that she loved, to forsake everything that she was raised to stand for. It was enough to force a ripple of agony through Laika.

"We all have our own journey to make," whispered Pol'dan, a knowing smile stretching his wrinkled visage.

Then, the old man disappeared, and Laika was left alone with her former Master.

"He was right, you know..." said Katala.

It took Laika a moment to realize she was being spoken to, and she watched as the Hyena turned towards her with a soft smile. "Could this be real...?" muttered Laika, stepping forwards, tentatively reaching out to touch the apparition. Her paw met the soft fur of her Master, and she threw herself onto the Hyena, embracing her tightly.

"Whoa there, little one," laughed Katala, bending her neck to kiss her former Padawan in-between her flattened ears. "I missed you too..." She had whispered those words, a delicate caress of breath washing over Laika.

Tears fell from Laika's eyes, the mismatched orbs of blue and green closed so tightly that it hurt. "It hurts..." she mumbled, twisting her paws up into fists. "In my chest..."

"I know..." said Katala, tightening her hold. "I feel it too. I've felt it since we met..."

"I'm so confused..." said Laika, pulling away from the Hyena. "You've been dead for years... and you were going to leave the Order..." She reached up to grab at her head, shaking it madly. "This has to be a dream - an impossible nightmare, forcing me to relive your death and hear these lies..."

Katala nodded softly, rolling her shoulders to work out the kinks. "You're close... but this isn't a dream, Laika..." The Hyena stepped forwards and placed her reassuring paws on her Canine companion's biceps. "You're in a trance, having a Force-induced vision." She paused to let the information sink in. "I am real - as was the memory you just witnessed. I felt you needed to see it, if only for perspective's sake."

"Why?" Laika whispered harshly. She twisted her arms free of her Master's grasp, backing away defensively. "Why would you leave the Order?"

With a small sigh, Katala looked to the lush green of the canopy above. "That's not the question that really burns within you, Laika." As if to punctuate her remark, the Hyena returned her gaze to the other Jedi. "You know what you want to ask."

The moment stretched, a painful infinity in the span of three seconds. Laika saw red, the pain and anger building inside of her until she couldn't breathe. "Why would you leave me?!" she screamed, their surroundings coming to life with the Force. It was agitated by her emotions. Leaves ripped off of their branches, the trees torn from the ground, and Laika fell to her knees. "I loved you!"

"I know," was the quiet response. Katala herself was now shedding tears, a sight that shook her former apprentice to the very core. "I loved you, too, Laika." She stepped closer, spreading her arms wide. "More than that, I needed you..."

Instead of running into the open arms, Laika scowled and felt the need to kill something. Suddenly, her Lightsaber was in her hand, and she ignited the purple blade. Panting furiously, she turned and swung the weapon through the surrounding brush, cutting them apart with reckless abandon. After she was done, she pointed her Saber at the Hyena, and growling lowly she said, "So I did drive you away, then!"

"I was never happy as a Jedi," said Katala, still unfazed by the display of raw emotion. "I felt my passions stronger than I should have. Then you came along and I could barely contain my instincts to claim you as my own." She dropped her arms to her sides. "Every day was agony... and if I hadn't have died that day..." Her voice gained a softer quality. "I would've asked you to come with me, Laika. I would've begged you to be with me forever."

The words, completely honest as they were, doused Laika like a bucket of freezing cold water. "I would've said yes," she said, smiling softly.

Nothing more needed to be said, and the Canine rushed into her Master's arms again, attempting to close with a kiss. Her Master didn't disappoint, and the two Jedi embraced, intimately holding one another as their lips came together. Years of emotion swam together in a maelstrom, sparks flying and pulses racing. For the first time, Laika could taste her Master... and the reality was as wonderful as she had dreamed.

The world around them was beginning to fall away, and Katala pulled back. "Laika, I will always be with you... but we're running out of time, and I need to tell you something."

Curious eyes, still bewildered from the earthshattering kiss, searched her Master's features carefully. "Why can't I stay...?" she asked, unsure if she could handle losing the Hyena for a third time.

Katala smiled softly again, shaking her head. "That's not how it works, Laika. I'm a ghost... you have your whole life ahead of you, and friends who are counting on you." She began to fade away slowly, her voice taking on a resonating quality. "I'll always be with you, Laika. Know that I love you, and remember: the Force shall free you."

With that, Laika was left alone, the surrounding forest all but fallen away. Then, as the last of the trees drifted off into the darkness, she found herself in the medical bay of the Thousand Steps. In front of her, the lewdest thing she'd ever witnessed.

Four beings were entwined in an ecstatic display of sexual activity. A Rabbit, a Doberman, a Horse, and a Canine. Laika recognized them all, including the well-endowed hermaphrodite on the end. It was her, buried hilt-deep down her friend's throat. Revulsion threatened to overwhelm her, contrasting the spike of pleasure she felt in between her own legs.

Watching the depraved act was nearly too much, and Laika was frozen in disturbed awe. Her doppelganger was pounding into Paela, viscously assaulting the Mare's face with her sizeable length. The eyes of the Canine were facing Laika, glowing a brilliant shade of red. It was like watching an evil twin.

Paela was apparently attempting to squeeze her tits dry, but they wouldn't stop spraying milk everywhere. She was literally humping the face of the Rabbit between her legs, and eagerly sucked on the meaty treat in her mouth. Although upside-down, her eyes were clearly visible, and they were rolling up in crazed bliss.

Laika's paw drifted towards her own Lightsaber, the anger at seeing her own imposter face-raping her friend stoking both the fires of wrath and lust in equal measure. She finally came to a decision when her doppelganger howled, reaching orgasm. She released a torrent of cum that filled Paela's belly, overflowing past her lips. Milky bubbles squirted from the Mare's nostrils, even a small dribble of jizz making its way out a tear duct. She screamed - in ecstasy or pain, Laika wasn't sure.

Freeing her Lightsaber from her belt, Laika thumbed the activation switch, purple blade of compressed plasma coming to life. Even as the throws of orgasm racked Paela's prone form, she had enough sense to greedily swallow what was in her mouth, and proceeded to lap at the softening member at her lips. It enraged Laika to see the Jedi so defile, looking almost eager as her long back arched and the juices from her multiple climaxes poured out onto the deck.

"That could be you," Laika heard a female voice say. The words were sensually whispered into her ear, and the Collie felt strong paws slide their way up her body, cupping her breasts. The touch was electrifying, sending delicious shivers through her skin. Laika could feel the arousal sparking in between her legs, and she became flushed in excitement. "Claiming a prize as beautiful as that one there. She'd beg you to destroy her with pleasure..."

The thought of so thoroughly violating another living being was almost enough to ruin her resolve, but Laika was strong. She knew the tricks of the Sith. Struggling to free herself from the tight grip rooting her in place, she succeeded in only strengthening the mystery woman's hold. She felt breasts press against her back, and a hard Canine cock grinding against her ass.

"Or maybe, just maybe, you're more interested in _being_destroyed with pleasure..." whispered the voice, punctuating her own words by thrusting her dick in between Laika's thighs. The hard member ran its length across the wet folds of her vagina, and it forced a low moan from the white-furred Collie. "Being taken so completely that you're reduced to a whimpering, slutty heap on the floor..."

Even Laika had to admit, it did sound appetizing. Still, as she felt her strength leaving her, she continued to fight against her mystery captor. "All I want is to get my friends off this rock," she barked, hoping the vicious response would take the person holding her by surprise. It didn't.

"You're so deliciously stubborn, Laika," said the voice, still barely a whisper. "I will have so much fun breaking you, just like I did your Master..."

An image of Katala appeared before Laika, and she screamed in defiance, tearing herself free with rage worthy of a Sith. Now capable of moving around as she saw fit, Laika turned to face the one who had held her, but no one was there. Ethereal laughter was the only signal of the mysterious presence's departure. Pain built behind Laika's eyes, and she fell to the floor. She watched as her doppelganger collapsed as well, still grinning like a madwoman. The pain grew to encompass her entire form, and she screamed, her world turning white.

After what seemed like an eternity of nothingness, Laika felt consciousness return to her. The sterile tones of the medbay swirled into view, and she felt the fog of sleep disperse. Sitting up slowly, she felt all of her muscles scream with the exertion. It felt almost as if she had ran ten miles, but she didn't think that was possible.

"Laika!" came a shout.

Before Laika could ascertain where the voice had come from, she found herself with a face-full of Paela - and boy did it hurt. "Hnnng," Laika ground out, feeling as if a thousand knives were stabbing at her muscle tissue. She fell back onto the bed, the much larger Horse squishing her into the thin mattress.

"I was so worried about you when you collapsed!" cried Paela, crushing Laika's face between her swollen, naked breasts.

Laika reached a weak hand up to pat the Mare on the back reassuringly. "Sorry to worry you," mumbled the Collie, muzzle still buried deep within the warm cleavage. "But if you don't mind, I'm in a lot of pain, and you're smothering me..." She sure hoped the Horse had heard her, because all the remaining air in Laika's lungs was used up when making the plea.

"Oh, sorry," Paela apologized, extricating herself from the smaller female. "I'm just glad you're alright. You really went to town on me, I was worried you'd overdid it."

If the doppelganger Laika had seen was really her body, it would certainly explain the pain she was in. Jedi training did not cover vigorous face-fuckings.

"It's okay," muttered Laika, sitting up slowly. "Just to let you know, Paela, that wasn't me - somehow my body was possessed."

Paela looked a bit crestfallen. "Ah... I had thought that might be the case, what with the glowing red eyes and sudden phallic growth spurt..." She sighed and stood, brown eyes casting a sad glance at Laika. "Still, I had hoped part of you might've enjoyed it."

Senni chose that moment to enter the room. The Doberman looked mischievous as she slipped an arm around Paela's waist. "Oh, don't worry Pae-pony, she liked it."

With a roll of her eyes, Laika stood rather shakily. There was a stack of folded up clothes to her right, and she dressed herself slowly. "Are you still sane?" asked Laika, directing the question towards Paela.

"If you're asking if I'm still capable of reasoning effectively, then yes, I am sane," was the Horse's response. She still seemed upset, but Laika decided to wave it off. There were far more important things to worry about at the moment.

"Alright, good..." said Laika. She slipped on the last of the clothes - an old pilot's outfit - and continued her line of questioning. "Where's M'ewan...?"

Paela's face fell again, and Senni was forced to respond in her place. "The little Padawan skedaddled after he nutted all over Pae-pony here," she explained, jerking a thumb in Paela's direction. "No idea where he went after that. Searched the whole area for him, but there's no sign."

Laika growled, continuing to work out the soreness of her muscles. Thankfully, her connection to the Force seemed to be refreshing them rather quickly. "Alright, guess we'll have to do this without him. We've wasted enough time - we have to find the Princess and get her off of this rock," said Laika, grabbing her Lightsaber from the table and clipping it to her belt. "All other priorities are secondary."

"Think I know where the Princess is already," said Senni, crossing her arms underneath her breasts. "I had a couple of scouts do some recon while you were out cold. Turns out there's a massive complex up the mountain a ways. I got five credits sayin' she's up there with the rest of the crew."

"I'm surprised your people can focus long enough to get reliable intel," said Laika, although in truth she was rather impressed. "Still, it's our only lead. Get any people you can trust with this, Senni... we're going to war."

The Doberman nodded. "Alright, and afterwards, your ass is mine Lai-Lai." The words were said playfully, with a smile.

Laika rolled her eyes again. "If it will help you focus on the objective, sure." She stepped past her old friend and left the room. As she passed the threshold into the corridor beyond, Laika turned and said, "Oh, and Senni? Stop calling me Lai-Lai."

It had taken roughly twenty minutes for Senni to mobilize the crew. Laika was finding herself impressed once more, taking in the welcome sight. Now that they were all armed and armored, there was an air of purpose about them.

With the three Jedi in the lead, the group of men and women began trudging through the forest, eager to find their way to the palace in the trees.

They had travelled for almost two hours before coming across a wide clearing. The rain had let up so now visibility was good.

Laika paused at the tree line, peering out ahead. "I sense danger," she whispered, looking around for the source of the uneasy feeling. "Wait for my signal." Laika hopped out into the clearing, making her way towards the other side. Just as she passed the half-way point, a voice shouted out from the trees ahead.

"Took you long enough," came the throaty growl of Jedi Master Dorlin. The Lion stepped forth from the trees, a deactivated Lightsaber clutched in his right paw. "I was beginning to think you'd given up on the mission."