Ahsoka's Task

chapter 8

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Shiam Howmeia's home, in keeping with her somewhat elevated stature among her people, was high up on the same monstrous underwater rock that held Reef City in its hardened and perpetually unmoving grasp. Through a small viewport in the transport, Ahsoka could see a ring of ornate structures in the distance, all arches, domes and turrets embedded in the rock.

At first, she had been hardly able to distinguish the apartments from their base; they were almost the same shade of grey as the mountain. She mentioned this to Shiam, confused, as she would have thought the Quarren would be eager to display their buildings in regal splendour, the same way the Mon Calamari did.

"Ah, but Ahsoka, we do have such expressions of art," the strangely lovely teen had said, "The reason for what you see is simple. There's a shield around our dwellings. It camouflages just as well as it protects."

Shiam had sat back with a faint smile upon her face, which was, to Ahsoka, almost as indistinguishable as what had just been explained. Now, as the young Jedi sped quickly through the water, the suspiciously rod-shaped speeder's engine humming noisily, she looked across, to the other side of the seat that spanned the width of the cabin, where Shiam sat. The Quarren was lounging against the soft fabric, stroking a tentacle contemplatively, and staring at the roof.

Her provocatively short dress had become shorter, bunching up when she sat down. Now, swirling patterns of natural blue discoloration had begun to show, tracing their way up her leg. Ahsoka knew full well of such body decorations, her own orange skin embroidered at birth with white markings all over her body. But, although hers were much in evidence, these were the first of Howmeia's that she had noticed. There must be more, the Togruta thought, and she found herself looking at her new student in a manner less than appropriate for a teacher.

Predatory eyes gazed at Shiam intensely, absorbing her slim musculature, her enticingly plump breasts that sat there, waiting to be caressed; appreciated. Even the tentacles on her face carried a certain lustful sense, each and every one potentially a new experiment, a thoroughly innovative instrument. The girl was very appealing. This was a fact Ahsoka needed to act on, now. Well, the Padawan thought, if my job is to educate my little student, why not start now?

When she was sure Shiam would not notice, Ahsoka slid across the seat's soft material, slowly, savouring the cooling sensations it gave her legs. She brought herself up close and laid a hand on the skin of Shiam's exposed thigh, feeling her exquisitely soft and chilled skin drawn over firm muscle. The Quarren girl jumped, more in surprise than fear.

"P-Padawan Tano," Shiam gulped through quivering face-tentacles, "what are you doing?" She received no reply. Orange fingers danced on her leg, pleasurably warm to the touch. She shivered. Never had she experienced such a strange feeling; the teen was heating up inside, yet her calves and forearms were in the hold of goose bumps. She saw the Jedi beside her inch closer until their bodies were pressed tightly together, Ahsoka's perky breasts a fraction away from her own. She shivered again and an unsteady breath shuddered out of her well-bosomed chest. But she did not shy away.

Ahsoka could feel Shiam's heart, through aquamarine fabric and cream-coloured flesh, racing. The teenage Jedi smiled inwardly; she had barely gotten started.

The Togruta, on her side, raised a shapely leg and draped in gently across the Quarren. Her new student's apprehension was almost palpable as Ahsoka stroked Shiam's leg, raised her head and fell into her student's eyes. Azure, and splintered with grey flecks, they were normal eyes for her species. Yet suddenly they were filled with longing and desire the likes of which Ahsoka had only ever known in one other: herself.