These are a series of one shots about fat cartoon and maybe anima romance stories.
As of right now there will be no lemon stories, I just don't feel comfortable writing about them.
If anyone likes to make a suggestion, message me and I'll see if it...
The forest floor was a cacophony of woodland critters and insects that buzzed around me as I walked down the beaten path.
I have just returned from the small city of Lazzrro that served as our only source of modern convenience in our exile.
After the acquirement of the holocron our masters called a distress signal saying that the clone troops attacked them. We went searching for them, but it was too late. My master was killed while Ahsoka presumed that hers was captured. To our horror, we discover that it was Ahsoka's master that betrayed the Jedi Order and killed off everyone we held dear. Her grief would have pulled her down a dark path if I wasn't there to confront her and give her hope.
After the fall of the Jedi Order and the rise of Palpatine, we were what was left of the Jedi. We ran away, far away so the empire couldn't find us. We smuggled ourselves to a backwater plant on the edge of the galaxy called Leziir.
After we settled down several miles from the local city we began to build our new lives. It was an easy task to build a large log cabin when you have the Force and lightsabers, although we did try to keep a low profile when we needed supplies from the city.
It was soon after finishing our house that Ahsoka began fiddling with the holocron. We found out that it contained ancient knowledge that we help grow one's connection with the Force. The odd part of the knowledge was it only worked on female force users. So with the knowledge of the cube Ahsoka's new training began.
That was ten years ago and our ten year anniversary arriving at this planet and our seven year anniversary of us being married.
Since we were no longer part of the Jedi Order, although sadly not by our choice, we didn't have to follow the no romance rule. With the Force as our witness we got married in spring in an open field in the woods.
Daydreaming about our anniversary, I walked up the large wooden ramp up to our front door and opened the double wide etched wooden doors.
"Honey, I'm back," I announced as I dropped the heavy backpack on a log bench by the entrance.
"I'm in the kitchen," Ahsoka called from deep within the cabin.
I chuckled to myself, of course I thought.
The cabin was well made, years of renovating and practice. It was a one floor building but it was spacious, very spacious. The large living room was fitted with a large stone fireplace with a wooden recliner off to the right for lounging. A large wooden wall cut the room in half, one for the bedroom and one for the kitchen. Both were doorless with wide entrance for both of them.
Walking through the living room to the kitchen I could hear pots and pans clanging, indicating that dinner was almost done.
Entering the kitchen my eyes were eminently drawn to the largest thing in the kitchen like light falling into something massive, her butt.
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