Padawanigans - ch.1

Author's Notes: New commission! Will probably have a few more installments after this, too, so make sure to keep an eye out if you like it.

Kinda at an impasse about what to do for this month's short. I have a Harley Quinn/Wonder Woman thing that's half done but now I have ideas for other things. I was also supposed to do an Overwatch thing. But now I wanna do something original. So who knows! Plenty of half-finished stuff to hatch at another time. Anywho, here's this!

[futax3] [teen] [frotting] [voyeurism] [awienz] [cute]

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Eyes closed. Inhale. Exhale. Empty your mind. I’ve got this. I know I’ve got this.

I try to remember the Jedi Code, but it’s distant from my mind, never entirely connecting, I guess. No attachments, no emotions. Calm, cool, collected. I’ve got the jist of it, at least. Empty my mind and just focus on the nothingness, feel the power of the Force coalescing around me. Surrounding me, and, um... penetrating me, I guess? Hehe. Penetrating.

I do my best to stifle a giggle in the midst of my meditation, trying not to draw the attention of other padawans around me. I’m gonna have a hard enough time here as a togruta -- and a blue-skinned togruta at that -- without giving other students a reason to think I’m not taking the material seriously enough. But for real, penetrating us? There’s no way I’m not supposed to laugh at that.

Okay, no more giggles. Deep inhales. Slow exhales. Concentrate. Meditate. Make it lift. I can still feel the heavy metal handle of my small lightsaber resting in my lap, unmoving. Can feel it with my thighs, but not with my mind, the way I’m supposed to. Not concentrating hard enough. Hard, hard, hard... gotta think hard... gotta think hard....

“Well, you’re lifting it up alright. Maybe not exactly the way the masters intended.” My eyes snap open when I hear a (fortunately, familiar) voice, that of Xati Nuat, the only real friend I’ve made in this place so far. I blink rapidly, looking up at the other young, slender learner, who’s gazing down at me with blind eyes and a shy smirk.

Following her gaze is understandably difficult but I do my best, following the general trajectory of her body language to look down into my own lap -- to see the handle of my inactive lightsaber lifted off my lap, but not by any sort of influence of the Force. Apparently I was thinking just a little bit too... um, “hard.” I never even noticed the sounds of the class finishing, the rest of the padawans getting up and leaving.

“I’m not sure if I thought you’d be bigger or smaller,” Xati teases me, biting her pale lower lip slightly, the soft thing painted with one small red stripe down the center. She’s miraluka, pale-skinned and dark violet of hair, the vestigial areas where her eyes should be covered by a swath of soft, faded black cloth. She’s around my age, maybe a little slimmer, which, uh... is a pretty decent accomplishment.

“You didn’t see anything,” I stammer, grabbing the lightsaber hilt from off of my petite, yet fully erect girldick, tucking it back into my belt and leaning forward a bit awkwardly in an attempt to cover the tent my penis is still making in my tunic.

“Well, obviously,” the blind girl says back, her small smile getting a little bigger. “I don’t think you’ll find a single person here, padawan or master, who’ll insist that I did.”

Damn, she’s got me there. Self-deprecating blind jokes are always really tough to fight back against when your best friend is miraluka.

I fold my arms awkwardly across my tiny chest, looking around at the empty classroom -- peaceful, almost more sensory than would be considered appropriate for a Jedi Temple with small gardens surrounding the flat, stone area where padawans gathered to practice. The gardens were filled with small, burbling fountains, and the smell and color of exotic flowers in bloom, intoxicating. The masters of Nakaoa Temple -- specifically Master Tuai -- were more lenient than most other branches of the Jedi Order when it came to feelings. Rage, hate, fear, those were all still considered highly dangerous, and too great of an attachment could be considered toxic. But love and joy, as she had often said, belonged as a part of the Light Side of the Force, something that belonged to us. I consider myself constantly lucky to be a part of her temple... and not only because Master Tuai herself is... well....

Okay, she’s hot. Really hot. Like I’ve seen twi’leks before but... nnfh.

“Anela? You awake in there? Your... little problem isn’t exactly going down, and I’m starting to think the reason for that is the same reason you disappeared just now.” Xati’s voice rouses me from my reverie, my mind spiraling away into the only thing I actually seem to be able to focus on -- fantasies of being smothered by Master Tuai’s thighs.

That’s me, by the way. Anela Zaa -- togruta prodigy, or that’s what they told me I’d be when I was brought to the Jedi Temple as a little girl. They ended up getting a lot less impressed with me when they eventually realized that just because I was swimming in midichlorians didn’t mean I was worth a damn at the actual training and meditation. “Uh, yeah, I’m awake. Just thinkin’.”

“Dare I ask what about?” Xati replies quickly, her empty gaze locked on me as she folds her arms across her completely flat chest.

“...Master Tuai’s legs,” I relent after a moment, a little blush coming to my cheeks.

“Scandalous,” the miraluka says drily, tilting her head at me. After a second, however, her mild smirk returns. “Just so happens that you’re in luck. She happens to be the very reason I came to get you.” She leans in, uncomfortably close to me, the soft fabric of her dark red tunic shifting up against my white one. She inhales, growing near to my ear, and whispers, “She’s bathing with the other masters right now. I know a spot where we can watch.”

My eyes widen, a soft gasp parting my lips. Legends had been passed down from padawan to padawan of bathing “rituals” between the masters of our temple, of a secret place, a hidden grottoe that no padawan had ever found. At this point, it wasn’t even entirely apparent where the rumor had originated. “How?! How did you find them?” I almost spit out, wheeling on Xati with a renewed excitement.

“You know better than most, Nel... sometimes, that which is hidden to the eye, is clear to those who see with the Force.” Oooh she’s so smug. I don’t like that. But right now I don’t care -- time isn’t immaterial and it is wasting with every second we spend waiting.

“Take me to them,” I exclaim, taking the other girl’s hand and rushing behind her as she leads me out of the training grounds, through the inner halls of the Jedi Temple. Inward, inward, rushing across other padawans as they make their way towards their quarters -- then down. My mind starts to rush with questions: down? There’s nothing down there but old historical items and foodstuffs. There isn’t even enough room on the lower levels for something as large as a bathhouse.

Unless... unless it’s hidden. Oh those crafty fuckers! That’s exactly what they’d want me to think if they were trying to hide a secret bathhouse. The two of us keep heading downward along wide, spiraling staircases of moss and natural stone, and I almost don’t feel the hands gently tugging at the back of my tunic -- I gasp when I finally hear a third set of footprints behind me, looking back to see the bright, cheery, green-skinned face of Nooa. Nooa was another padawan, one I’ve met but never entirely learned to get along with. Like Master Tuai, Nooa’s a twi’lek, though considerably younger, not having yet quite come into her features or her body entirely developed as she makes her way through her training and her teen years.

“What are you doing here?” I hiss back at her, trying to keep my voice low but instead opting for a harsh whisper. I don’t stop moving, my hand clasped tightly to Xati’s as we make our way deeper and deeper into the darkness of the Temple’s cellars.

“What, you think you’re the only one who wants to see a boob?” Nooa giggles back, scurrying up to my side and walking along next to the two of us. She seems to be doing a little better in the dark than I am, her slender lekku bouncing lightly behind her with each springy step. “I paid good for this information. No way I’m gonna miss it.”

Paid? Whatever, as long as I didn’t have to. “Alright, fine, just keep quiet,” I whisper back, reaching out with my other hand to take Nooa’s as Xati leads us up into what appears to be a tiny crawlspace, a hidden trapdoor tucked up above a stack of crates that we have to climb up to reach. That ends up being a little, um... awkward, as all three of us try to make our way up simultaneously, slim limbs entangling as we each refuse to take our turns. Finally, we make our way up and into the crawlspace, which appears to lead into a dimly-lit tunnel of rough wood -- Xati makes her way in first, followed by Nooa, and then finally me taking up the rear... and, um, staring directly at one.

Now, padawans are typically supposed to keep to a specific uniform. Even with the occasional color change, such as Xati’s deep red tunic, our outfits tend to look similar -- tunic, trousers, sash, boots, usually in fairly austere colors. Nooa, on the other hand, invoked a breach of her cultural traditions, and as such, got a uniform of her own more befitting her twi’lek heritage. This, um... well, we’ll just say that the satiny blue garments she’s dressed in, consisting of barely more than a small bra and short, clingy loincloth, make crawling directly behind her a very distracting experience. Every little bit forward she crawls, knee in front of knee, hand in front of hand, causes her petite buttcheeks to swivel invitingly beneath the flimsy fabric that’s barely covering them.

So soon after my last accidental tent-pitching, I feel my slim girlcock start to extend once again in my pants, making my own careful crawling even more clumsy and heated, my slender thighs sliding back and forth distractingly along the sides of my stiff dick. I close my eyes for a moment as a crawl, trying to imagine the bath scene we’re on our way to spy on instead of staring directly at Nooa’s small, perky butt, but that doesn’t help in the slightest bit.

I feel like I’m seconds away from exploding, biting my lower lip hard as I climb behind the other two, before they both suddenly stop -- suddenly enough, in fact, that I manage to collide face-first with the smooth, tender globes of the teen twi’lek’s ass, burying my face between those cheeks hard enough that Nooa herself lets out a muffled squeak expressing something between surprise and bliss. It’s only an instant, less than a second, but it feels like an eternity. I can feel my heart race and I can feel my overstimulated girldick unleash a single weak spurt of premature seed, stickying up my smallclothes, before I manage to recoil. “S-sorry,” I say, trying to hold my breath so that the others won’t hear me panting. I try not to think about whether or not they’ll notice that I’m trying not to let them notice. Ack.

“N-never apologize for that,” Nooa purrs, her voice a little shaky as well as the sudden impact was unexpected but not necessarily unappreciated. “But you could have told me how you felt--”

“We’re here.” Xati’s voice. I can barely see her, up ahead of the two of us, but I can hear here. Above us in the crawlspace a little bit of light is peeking through the floorboards, narrow cracks big enough to see through... big enough to see through! This is it, this is the peeping spot! I can even hear the sounds of burbling water, and I’ve never been more excited in my life.

“They’re up there?” I whisper frantically.

“Keep your voice down. Yes, they are. But positioning will be... tricky,” Xati whispers back, keeping her voice in a soft, low register rather than my excited squeaks.

I scoot forward a little, looking up through the slit in the floorboards, of which there appears to be only one. Before I realize what she’s doing, though, I feel Xati’s leg slide along mine, uncomfortably close as the other padawan squishes forward in the cramped space, looking up through the slit along with me. I find myself holding my breath -- her leg is draped across mine now, her hips almost pressed against me as we pretzel together in order to get a decent vantage point.

“I wanna see!” Nooa gasps, and things get considerably more complicated from there as she dogpiles back onto the two of us, getting as close as possible, her legs scissoring between and around Xati’s and mine as the teen twi’lek squirms against us. I can feel her little boobs squishing against my shoulder, the biggest of the three of us, even if that isn’t exactly saying much.

“Get your own spot!” I hiss, realizing that there really isn’t another spot to have. I struggle against the other two girls, putting one hand on Nooa’s shoulder and trying to lift myself up high enough to see again, our slim bodies squishing and contorting against each other in the very tight crawlspace -- there’s nowhere near enough room for us all to fit and see at the same time without seriously invading one another’s personal space.

“I can’t! You get your own spot!”

“Both of you be quiet before they hear us!”

I lift myself up, planting one foot beneath me and bringing my eye up to the crack, both of the other girls’ faces close to mine now as they also try to gaze through it. What lies beyond, up inside of the bathhouse, is very much enough to make all of this worth it.

The soft azure skin of Master Tuai is the first thing that catches my eye, and I’m hypnotized within an instant. Rather than being immersed in the water of the submerged, sparkling marble pool, surrounded by a smaller, darker natural garden like the ones up above, the twi’lek jedi sits at the edge -- her naked body entirely exposed for me to see. Her full, blue breasts, water still beaded on them from her recent dip in the pool, draw my gaze and I have a hard time looking away... it’s the first time I’ve seen them, and they’re everything I could have hoped for.

“Whoooa,” I hear Nooa whisper, her lips so close to mine as she watches the masters that I can feel her breath. I shove her lightly, which sends her wobbling but not falling -- she leans back in a little, almost clutching to me so she can keep her balance in the cramped crawlspace. “Look at them....”

“I thought looking at them was the entire point of being here,” Xati deadpans, shifting forward a little and hooking one leg around my slim hips. I can feel something stirring down below as she presses against me, but not what I expected to feel -- while I’m definitely getting stiff already at the look of Master Tuai’s big, soft blue boobs, what catches me by surprise is the feeling of Xati’s own erection squishing against my belly.

I blink, swallowing hard, but not taking my eyes off of the masters as they chat and swim, lounging with one another. I can feel a third erection now, this one pre-- pressing against my butt, which draws another awkward squeak from me even if I can’t bear to look away from the bathhouse. I’m finally able to draw my gaze from the master’s mouth-watering chest and drift downwards, down her firm, athletic stomach, to her succulent thighs, and what’s between them. Master Tuai’s cock is intimidatingly big, not erect by any means but still at least twice the length of mine at full stiffness. I wasn’t even sure if she’d have a cock at all -- I don’t know much about twi’leks, and from the little bit I can see of Tuai, she doesn’t actually appear to have a sack like I do, but rather a smooth, flat patch of skin where they would be.

“Nooa?” I whisper after a moment, swallowing again, trying desperately to resist the urge to bring one hand into my trousers to play with myself. “Do twi’leks have balls?”

I hear Xati snort with laughter, but after a moment of hesitation the younger alien answers. “How do you mean?”

“Below your dick? Which is... pressed pretty hard against my ass right now.”

“Oh, no. You do?”

“Well, yeah. Testicles? That’s where the seed is.”

“Ohhhh,” Nooa says, finally seeming to realize what I mean. “Like lekku?”

I blink again, finally looking away from the crack, down to Nooa. “Your lekku are...?”

“Intrinsic to twi’lek sexuality, yes. I think they are what you mean by ‘balls,’ yes?”

“I’ll have to remember that.” For when I eventually seduce Master Tuai and she falls in love with me and we run away together and live happily ever after. I sigh wistfully, looking back up through the crack. Tuai is now receiving a shoulder massage from one of the other masters, another woman who appears to be one of the side strains of zabrak, her boobs a little smaller than Tuai’s but her cock distractingly big. As much as I don’t want to mentally cheat on Tuai, I can’t help but imagine the feeling of that huge thing, sliding into me... Tuai could join us too, they could take me together....

“Nel, if you get any harder you’re gonna explode,” I hear Xati say, and a harsh blush comes to my pale blue cheeks.

I look back down at her. “S-sorry. Just... getting really excited. So is Nooa.”

“Your butt seriously feels great,” Nooa whispers playfully.

“I’m... getting pretty excited too,” I hear the miraluka whisper softly. I look away from her, but I can feel her shifting and squirming, struggling to do something in the darkness that the tight space isn’t easily allowing. After a moment I feel her press into me again, but this time she feels warmer, closer, and....

I look down, letting out a squeal that’s a little louder than I should. “Xati what the fuck!” I yelp, looking down now at the blind girl’s pale, naked figure, her legs wrapping back around me and her slim, stiff girldick pressing directly against mine through my trousers. She’s beautiful in a waifish way, her boobs looking like they’re barely even attempting to develop. Like Tuai and Nooa, she also lacks any sign of balls, instead sporting a small, adhesive white patch where they would normally be. A thousand questions rush into my head about what that could possibly signify but I’m distracted by a more immediate one: “What are you doing?”

“You want to get off while you watch, don’t you?” Xati whispers, chewing her striped lower lip as she pulls at my tunic, yanking it above my head to reveal perky boobs, barely bigger than Xati’s and barely smaller than Nooa’s -- not a lot of range between us, I guess. I can hear Nooa giggling excitedly behind me, then hear another sound, one that almost makes my heart stop:

“What was that?”

The three of us instantly fall completely silent, my and Nooa’s eyes wide as saucers though Xati... I mean... obviously... yeah.

“Did you hear something?” Master Tuai’s voice. My heart’s racing now, a parsec a minute -- and damn Xati steals my moment of absolute stillness and silence to take advantage, tugging my sash away and my pants down, freeing my small, achingly hard cock and immediately pressing her own against it, her flat chest pressing to mine as she starts to gently rub her body into mine. I can hear shuffling from behind me, then feel Nooa’s breasts squish into my side, her chest bare as well now, her nipples perky and her own cock -- of a similar size to Xati’s and mine -- sidling up to squish between both of ours, creating a cute little bouquet of rock-hard teen alien dicks.

I barely manage to stifle a moan, drowning in the heavy breathing going into both my ears, holding as still as I can. From the sheer fear and tension and horniness and, now, the direct sensation of two cocks squishing against mine, I feel my little blue rod pulsate and squeeze out a single glob of precum, dribbling down mine and the other two.

“I sense a slight disturbance,” I hear the zabrak master say. “But I no longer hear anything.”

“Likely padawans,” Master Tuai says with a small smirk. “You’re new to the temple -- the Force is more playful here, more natural, when the younglings aren’t binding their own emotions. You’ll get used to...” she giggles, an angelic sound. “...Slight disturbances.”

I hold my breath desperately, finally slowly releasing it when I see the two masters relax, both sliding back into the natural bath beneath them and mingling with the other elder jedi. While I can’t see their cocks anymore -- the amazing appendages now submerged beneath the water -- I can still feast my eyes on the sumptuous globes of Master Tuai’s beautiful breasts. Not to mention the fact that I have something entirely new to worry about, something I... wasn’t exactly expecting.

Nooa’s still gazing up through the crack in the floorboards, nuzzling into the side of one of my short montrals as she watches, squirming against me, her breasts squishing back and forth against my sides as her cock grinds back and forth against mine, twiddling and slipping back and forth across Xati’s and my own. She lets out a very soft moan, getting more anxious, and now starting to get a little more handsy -- I feel one hand slide back to squeeze my ass gently, her other arm winding around Xati’s shoulders to pull the miraluka girl a little closer against the both of us.

As for Xati herself... well, the way she perceives things has always been a mystery to me, but from what I can tell she isn’t looking at the masters anymore at all; she’s facing me fully, one arm winding around to drape along Nooa’s hips and cling to us both as she grinds her pale, perky little nipples back and forth along mine. She’s breathing evenly but heavily now, strangely focused, focused not on the show above but on the two padawans she brought down with her.

All three of us now naked and stiff and squirming and panting, jumbled in a mess of pawing limbs and grinding, sliding, petite girlcocks, I find my own focus starting to slip, and I barely manage to bite back another eager moan. I rock forward a little against the other two girls, pressing one palm up along Nooa’s side until I cup one of her firm, perky teen boobs, giving it a small squeeze. It’s the first one I’ve felt besides my own, making it also the biggest, and my shy grope quickly turns into a full, lustful massage. What in the world am I doing? I came here to see Master Tuai, not this, but....

I blink, looking back up between the crack in the floorboards, and hear the masters murmuring as each of them get up, still nude and wet, and begin to make their ways to the exit. I see Tuai fully naked again, see her turn, see the shapely globes of her glorious blue backside, but then she’s gone, and there are no masters left to spy on. Just we three naughty padawans, naked and squirming and crying out in this dark, cramped space. Each time one of us shifts or wiggles to avoid a cramp, it brings this new contact and this new pleasure, our positioning constantly shifting but only one thing remaining constant -- our aching, pulsating little cocks never leave each other, rubbing and grinding and slipping.

There’s a mess of precum between us now, all three of our slim shafts -- pale peach, blue, and green -- now coated in that clear layer of slickness. With the masters gone there’s nothing stopping us from moaning, and what started out as innocent rubbing now becomes something more lewd and primal as we fully give in to our desires. I’ve been told time and time again that this kind of carnal surrender leads to the Dark Side, but... but I can’t stop, it’s too late for me to stop. Especially as Xati presses into me and crushes her lips to mine, locking me in a long and lustful kiss, I can’t possibly see anything sinister in what we’re doing. Just beauty and pleasure and fun, and I can’t help myself.

My tongue swirls and laps around Xati’s before we break away, and I lean in to Nooa, giving the teen twi’lek a hard, clumsy kiss of her own. My hands slide down to grab both girls’ cute butts, squeezing them gently and pulling them against me, making out eagerly with Nooa as the three of us furiously swordfight with our dicks, a lightsaber battle where nobody gets hurt and everything’s just... hnnngh....

I break the second kiss slightly and watch as the other two close in to hungrily kiss each other, panting and moaning softly. I feel Nooa’s foreskin catch around the tip of my girlcock slightly and for a moment we get caught, Xati’s dick pressing against us, then dipping down to saw its short length between my balls. It’s in that moment when I finally can’t take anymore, and a long, mindless wail bursts forth from me, the climax of all our scandalous padawan-play in the dark of the cellar crawlspace. As I scream out and spasm and grind into the other two girls I feel them begin to shudder against me as well, Nooa letting out a wild, passionate scream while Xati simply spasms and gasps, little husky whines escaping her as we all finally cum.

The twi’lek and I certainly make the best show of it, each squirting out a good deal of creamy white seed that splatters over our dicks and our bellies and our thighs, shooting across one another in sticky bolts while Xati manages something a bit weaker -- one small spurt of clearish liquid, followed by a couple tiny dribbles of a similar substance. Something about being miraluka, maybe? Or something about that white patch where her... y’know, belongs. I’m definitely gonna have to ask her about that at some point but I decide that today might not be the day for it. Not while my whole being is buzzing with excitement and pleasure, my naked blue body covered in slick, sticky cum, rosy from the rubbing and the panting, my cock still so hard and only finally starting to drift down to an inert state.

“H-holy... holy shit....” I whisper, gasping for air.

“That was hot! When can we do it again?!” Nooa squeals.

Xati doesn’t speak, instead pinning the both of us down, kissing first the twi’lek and then me, long smooches that are as sensuous as they are clumsy, inexperienced but eager. She finally topples then, draping her waifish figure across both of ours with her face buried between my boobs. “Who needs masters... when you have... padawans... right...?” she pants, and I see a wide smile claim her face before she appears to lose consciousness atop me.

Her statement is only sort of true. While this was fun -- amazing, even -- Master Tuai will always have a place in my heart, and one day I will find her and I will be with her. But if I plan to do that, maybe it’s a good idea to have some practice under my belt. Really impress her, right?

Practice....

Shit, practice! I’m late for class!