(Commission) Drinks and Dicks for Rebel Chicks

A commissioned piece. With The Empire on the offensive and Kanan away, Hera's already tense relationship with Sabine gets all the more difficult. Deciding that sexual tension is making her captain even more tightly wound than usual, Sabine hatches a plan to get Hera laid with a pair of Wookiees.

Needless to say it doesn't go exactly as she planned.

-o-o-o-

Hera Syndulla scowled as she surveyed the seedy-looking bar before her. She hadn’t been into this part of the city before, but it seemed exactly the sort of place Sabine would hang out in. She sighed heavily and shot an expectant gaze at the young Mandalorian beside her. “Well?”

“Well what?” Sabine asked, immediately on the defensive.

“Why have you brought me to this dump?”

Sabine pursed her lips and grabbed her arm, dragging her towards the bar. “This dump is the best place for drinks on Lothal.”

“Drinks?” Hera groaned. “Sabine, I thought this was important!”

“It is.” Sabine replied, rolling her eyes. “You’re wound way to tight right now. With the empire going on the offensive and Kanan away, you need to let your hair down, so to speak.”

Hera scowled as Sabine pulled her down into a tiny booth in a dark corner of the bar and waved to a server. “Sabine this is ridiculous.”

“One drink.” Sabine said, “That’s all I ask.”

Hera’s scowl deepened, Sabine was always too free-spirited for her liking, always running off and doing her own thing, always playing the loose cannon. It was enough to drive the no-nonsense captain of The Ghost mad most days, but she had to admit with Kanan gone so long and things so tense, it might be nice to relax for just one evening, so long as she kept Sabine reigned in from doing anything crazy.

She sighed and nodded. “Fine, one drink, and one drink only.”

Sabine’s grin widened. “This’ll be fun!”

Six drinks later and Sabine could barely contain her excitement as Hera finished off her latest glass and leaned back in her seat, sighing contentedly. A dark green flush had spread over her cheeks and her breaths were coming hot and heavy, courtesy of a little Rati Nectar slipped into her drink as she wasn’t paying attention. Getting her hands on a few doses of the most powerful aphrodisiac in the outer rim hadn’t been easy, but it was going to be worth it. Once Hera got laid and relieved all that tightly wound tension, hopefully she would get off Sabine’s case.

“I told you this place is great.” Sabine smiled, sipping from her own glass.

“Mhm?” Hera grunted, biting her lip and tugging at her pants. “Oh… yeah.”

“Hey, don’t look now, but I think those two Wookiees are eyeing us up.” Sabine whispered conspiratorially.

Predictably, Hera immediately turned to stare at the pair of huge furry aliens sharing a table a little way away. She actually moaned quietly as she looked them up and down, her system overcome with need as the Rati drove her into heat. “Y… you must be… mistaken.”

“Why?”

“Uh… w… Wookiees wouldn’t be interested in us… would they?” Hera frowned, reaching for her latest glass with a quiet hiccup.

“Not us, you. They’re totally checking you out.” Sabine grinned cruelly. Hera’s flush darkened and she looked over at them again.

“No… no they can’t be… oh they are… they want me, don’t they?”

“Looks like.” Sabine nodded.

“But… Kanan.”

“C’mon, he’s not here… it’ll be fun.” Sabine goaded, “You deserve a good pounding after all your hard work.”

“Yeah.” Hera nodded, “Yeah I do… really… it’s Kanan’s fault for leaving me alone so long.”

“Exactly.” Sabine purred. “Go over and introduce yourself.”

“Yeah… yeah I’m gonna.” Hera smiled, grabbing her drink and slamming it back. “Cheers.” Sabine laughed and clinked her own glass with Hera’s empty one, drinking deep as Hera stood and stumbled drunkenly over to the pair of furry goliaths.

She blinked. Something tasted different about her latest drink, her tongue was going numb. She glanced down and noticed a tiny, empty vial resting beside Hera’s empty glass.

“Oh, you bitch.” She managed to whine before slumping face-first onto the table. 

-o-o-o-

Sabine groaned vaguely, her eyes fluttering open and wincing at the low red light that met them. Still disoriented, she tried to wipe a thin trickle of drool from her chin, only to find her arms pinned behind her back.

Shock and fear brought awareness crashing back to her and she sat up with a jolt, a strangled yelp of panic passing her lips. She was on a bed, that was some small comfort, it at least meant she hadn’t been captured by The Empire or any one of the crime syndicates. The room itself was small and dimly lit, two small windows were at the top of the farthest walls and from the swaying yellow grass outside them, she guessed she must be in a basement. A nice basement. A basement with a comfy bed and lurid red lights and… oh… oh dear.

Sabine’s eyes widened as her gaze landed on Hera.

The emerald skinned Twi’lek was sat on the lap of one of the Wookiees, her bare green butt gently rolling and shifting against a throbbing red pole of cockmeat as long as Sabine’s arm. She was busy kissing the other Wookiee, her tongue and his mingling and duelling between their lips as a large furry hand squeezed one of her hanging breasts. “Hmmm.” She moaned softly as Sabine stared, her nimble fingers tangling in soft copper-coloured fur.

Her eyes met Sabine and an incredibly un-Hera-like giggle came from her spit-licked lips. “You were right Sabine; this is just what I needed.” 

Sabine swallowed, utterly stunned as Hera dismounted the Wookie that had been hotdogging her fat green ass. “H… Hera?”

“Still feeling a little woozy?” Hera sighed in that soft, motherly, patronising tone Sabine had always hated. “It’ll wear off soon. I thought I’d slip a little something into your drink, return the favour.”

“You roofied me!” Sabine yelped, tugging at the ropes wound around her wrists and ankles. Hera sighed heavily and sat herself down on Sabine’s lap, her thick green thighs squeezing on the younger girl’s hips and her sopping green slit kissing her belly.

“You spiked my drink with Rati nectar.” Hera scowled, squeezing Sabine’s jaw. “You thought I wouldn’t recognise that taste?”

‘Ah.’ Sabine thought, ‘Oops.’

Her cheeks flushed darkly, Hera’s grip was so tight, but her hand was soft, warm. So were her tits, pressing gently against Sabine’s own bust. She could feel the Twi-lek’s heartbeat through her heaving udders as they pressed to her, feel how warm her skin was, how wonderfully squishy her tits were. How had she never realised just how big they were before? Did Hera’s jumpsuit keep them squashed down or had she just never payed them enough attention before?

“I didn’t realise you’d… when exactly did you drink Rati before?” Sabine asked weakly, wondering if she could keep Hera talking long enough to slip out of her bonds.

“Never mind that, now I’m horny and these nice boys have been so helpful keeping me company whilst you slept off your drinks.” Hera interrupted, flashing a dazzling smile back at the two Wookiees. “So, I thought I’d thank them and teach you a lesson all at the same time.”

By the gods Hera smelled good. There was something intoxicating about her scent, a complex mix of fragrances that blended into something enticing… hypnotic… mind numbing. Leaning closer without even realising, Sabine drew in a deep breath. The salt of Hera’s sweat was sharp, but the flowers of her perfume were soft and gentle. Wookiee musk was thick and heady, clinging to her naked flesh, marking her as a bitch for Wookie cock, but the sweetness of her own arousal was light and inviting, welcoming any potential mate to her desperate hole. There was something else behind all of it though, something strong and bitter and virile. Surely Hera hadn’t… but the scent clung to her curves so tight… how many delicious smelling loads of Wookiee baby-batter had her captain indulged herself in whilst Sabine slept?

Sabine blinked; Hera had just said something important. “Uh… what?” she asked lamely.

“I said, the boys have been just so lovely to me, I thought I’d thank them by giving them a nice set of tight young holes to ruin.” Hera whispered into Sabine’s ear, her lips brushing her skin and making her tremble. “You’ve never taken a Wookiee cock before, they’ll make you feel like a virgin all over again.”

“Whu… w… wait.” Sabine whimpered, trying hard to clear her head. Hera’s neck was so close to her lips, her soft, sweat-licked skin oozing that intoxicating fragrance. Before she could finish her thought, Sabine was kissing and sucking at Hera’s skin, rubbing her nose against her and moaning wantonly.

Hera moaned as well and clutched Sabine’s hair, pressing against her and purring as soft young lips played with her collarbone. “Hnn, no… here.” She growled, voice thick with need, and yanked Sabine’s head down to her breast.

The young Mandalorian’s mouth found a nipple and latched onto it like a starving new-born, sucking and licking and tugging at it with her teeth, her entire face submerging in pliable green titflesh. Hera purred with delight and kissed Sabine’s scalp. “Ahn… baby… that’s it.” she crooned, “Play with mommy’s tits.”

“Hah.” Sabine panted as Hera suddenly withdrew, her tongue still outstretched, hungry for another taste of her captain’s skin. A low rumbling roar cut her off as one of the Wookiees grabbed her by the ear and brough her face crashing against his cock. Sabine trembled as more than a foot of veiny red cock slapped against her, thick throbbing meat pressing hotly to the bridge of her nose.

Blinded by cock, Sabine could only hear Hera’s giggles as the other Wookiee pushed her aside with a meaty thwack of a furred hand on a plump green buttock. Sabine couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe without inhaling Wookiee pheromones. Her mind was so empty, and her body was so desperately hot.

“Aren’t you glad you didn’t use all the Rati on me?” Hera laughed. “There was plenty left for you!”

Oh fuck.

Sabine might have worried about the fact she’d used only one of the five doses of Rati she’d had on her Twi’lek captain, and that the rest was in her system now. She might have squeaked out some plea for mercy or tried to tell Hera just how dangerous such a large dose of potent aphrodisiac could be. Instead she choked and gagged as the first four inches of meaty Wookiee cock were rammed down her throat.

The young Mandalorian didn’t have much time to reflect on her choices, or indeed the texture or taste of the cock pounding her tonsils, before every last inch of the monstrous Wookiee cock pressed its way firmly down her throat. She gurgled wetly, nose brushing thick, soft fur as her pussy gushed with delight. She could still hear Hera’s giggles, but suddenly a far more pressing issue took prominence in her mind.

A strong furred hand grabbed her by her hips and pulled her back, a few inches of slick red cock escaping from her lips as she was tugged away. Something hot and thick and inevitably destined to be inside her rested over her backside.

A whimper passed Sabine’s stuffed lips as the length slipped over her skin, dragging slowly over her flesh until something broad and hard pressed to her petals. What Hera had said suddenly came crashing back to Sabine’s clouded mind. “They’ll make you feel like a virgin.”

Sabine’s howl of pain and delight was muffled by a foot of Wookiee cock sheathed in her gullet, but it was loud enough to send Hera into new fits of delighted giggles as she watched her pain in the ass crewmate get spitroasted.

‘So… fucking… full.’ Sabine whined inside her head, grunting and groaning as thick cocks pressed their way into her tight young body over and over again, stretching her out and filling her completely. It was like she was being fucked by a pair of Fathiers, each monstrous cock making her grunt with stuffed delight as they seesawed into her.

She lost track of time as she was fucked, lack of air and an excess of Rati destroying most of her conscious mind and leaving her a stupid, lustful shell of a girl. She slobbered messily over the copper coloured Wookiee’s cock as he pulled away to let her breathe, her tiny, nimble tongue darting around his pulsing member to a low rumble of pleasure.

The Wookiee behind her, hips flush with her tiny reddened ass, let out a low cry and Sabine squeaked. An explosion of semen rushed through her pussy, past her cervix into her womb. It was so hot she felt like she was cooking from the inside out, but it was the most amazing bliss she’d ever felt in her life. Her lips locked around the other cock and sucked it deep into her mouth, her hands grabbing at the air behind her back.

The second Wookiee finished not long after, howling as a hot, wet, tiny mouth enveloped his sensitive bitchbreaker. Sabine only gurgled as he came, chugging each spurt of virile sperm ravenously until the flow slowly stopped and her mouth was vacated.

“H… hah… was… that all?” she whined, half disappointed, half relieved.

Hera giggled again, sat on a chair with her whole hand buried deep in her drenched green twat. “Not even close! Wookiees cum quick, but they’re ready to go again in seconds!”

Sabine swallowed as the Wookiee behind her slowly pulled out and growled to his friend. a cheerful rumble back and the two switched places, leaving Sabine to guzzle down yet another monster cock, this time marinated in her own quim. The pair came, switched places, and repeated the routine all over again. Sabine squealed and sucked and swelled with Wookiee spunk again and again and again until each time one of her furry lovers pulled out she leaked a torrent of their seed onto the ruined mattress of the bed.

The final nail in the coffin of her sanity came as she was hoisted into the air. The two Wookiees lay back on the bed, cocks pressed together, and brought Sabine crashing down onto both at once. One cock had been enough to make Sabine squeal, two rammed into her once-tight pussy was enough to make her scream.

Hera cackled with debased glee and cradled Sabine’s face, straddling one of the Wookiee’s heads and moaning as he obligingly toyed with her clit. “cum baby.” She crooned, squeezing tight. “Cum for mommy.” Sabine whimpered hoarsely and obeyed, staring into Hera’s eyes as she climaxed her mind into pieces.

Hours later, the Wookiees’ stamina finally ran out, and Sabine was released. The ruined Mandalorian lay on her back, head dangling off the edge of the bed, her entire body blasted with enough sperm to fill a bathtub.

“Maah.” Sabine slurred, tongue lolling and eyes rolled all the way back in her skull. Wookiee spunk clung to her face and sat on her tongue and slithered down her throat like treacle, thick and sticky and almost painfully hot. She could feel it ooze over her skin, dribble down onto her heaving chest and belly to her equally cum-plugged cunt.

There was a flash Sabine could see even through the thick haze of sperm clouding her vision, then another, then another. Hera purred with delight somewhere to her left and one of the Wookiees growled questioningly.

“Oh sure! I’ll send the pictures over now.” Hera laughed. “You can share them around if you want, I don’t really think anyone will recognise her under all that cum!”

Sabine quivered with shame, her tongue slowly slipping back into her mouth with its payload of seed. She swallowed, extended her tongue, and licked a clean circle around her mouth. Gods Wookiee cum was delicious.

“M…mommy?” she managed to croak.

“Yes sweetie?” Hera cooed, stroking a hand through her matted, tangled hair.

“M…more please?”

Hera’s laugh was about as gleeful as it possibly could have been. “Oh, I think the boys are spent I’m afraid.” She sighed, patting Sabine’s cummy cheek.

To her own surprise, Sabine whined with disappointment.

Hera heard and laughed again. “Don’t worry, I’ve got an idea.”

Sabine whined as a sudden heavy weight landed on her face. Hot, soft thighs squeezed down on her ears as a sopping cunt nuzzled her nose. Hera sighed with contentment and tweaked one of Sabine’s nipples. “You can clean Mommy’s pussy out. The boys left enough spunk inside me for the both of us.”

Sabine whimpered, but her hunger was too great for her shattered mind to resist. She greedily set to work suckling her meal from Hera’s well-used pussy, tongue delighting in yet more Wookiee seed to feed her growing addiction.

Long after the pair of Wookiees had left, Hera and Sabine lay together in the ruined bed, licking the cum and sweat from one another’s bodies before the effects of the Rati finally began to fade.

Hera stood at the edge of the bed as dawn broke, hands on her wide hips and a scowl on her face. “You are going to pay for that, you little brat.” She growled under her breath.

Sabine only quivered, her pussy pulsing as Hera’s stern glare. “Yes mommy.”

-o-o-o-

“We’ll only be gone a few days.” Hera smiled cheerfully to Kanan almost two weeks later. “Try not to get captured in the meanwhile.”

“I’ll do my best.” The Jedi smirked. Hera nodded and closed the comm, quickly tapping in the coordinates into the Phantom’s autopilot before dropping her hand to between her legs.

Sabine mewed at the touch, her hazy eyes moving up to meet Hera’s even as her tongue diligently worked on getting her Twi’lek owner off. “You’d better do your best too, slut.” Hera growled, tightening her grip and tugging on Sabine’s bright hair sharply.

“Yes mommy.” Sabine nodded, immediately smothering her face in green pussy to an appreciative mew from Hera.

“Good girl.” The captain purred, leaning back in her seat with a smile. “Very good girl.”