Chapter 110: Kashyyyk

Chapter 110: Kashyyyk

- Kashyyyk – 260 Days into the Hutt Crusade-

Kashyyyk was breathtaking.

In more ways than one, in fact, when any Force Sensitive happened to visit the planet. Just for starters, and enough for normal people, were obviously the Trees. Trees that deserved the instinctive capitalization that somehow came through in the word when someone talked about them. Aside from its oceans and a small amount of desert region, virtually the entire landmass of the planet was covered in dense kilometers high, Worshyr Tree forest. With each of the massive Trees essentially the size of a Skyscraper, a Coruscant Skyscraper at that, entire cities could and did fit into just one or two Worshyr Tree tops. A single branch could form a natural road with enough for animal-drawn traffic, and the branches could easily meld together into even larger platforms when the Wookiees guided their growth even a little.

They were also, rightfully considering how versatile they were, the center of life on the planet. The wood of the Worshyr Tree could be harvested for water, food, and building materials. Leaves and bark alike could and were turned into textiles, weapons, furniture, utensils, and décor of all types. The sap of the Trees had potent medicinal properties and could be made into fuel, oil, and Wookiee-grade alcohol. Add in that clan and personal homes were carved into the trees, carefully treated tree branches were used as ship landing platforms, and basically the entire local ecology was based on and in them? Well, it made sense that the Wookiees were reverent and protective of their trees.

Of course, even if your mind somehow got past the sheer scope of the Trees, and you pressed on through the amazing natural beauty and wonder of the Wookiee cities built into them, Kashyyyk wasn’t done with you. Warnings were given to virtually all off-worlders that, for all it’s wonder, Kashyyyk was not a safe planet. The Wookiees, considered fierce hunters and fighters by the rest of the galaxy, weren’t even close to the top of the food chain here. Non-locals politely described the world as a ‘layered deathtrap.’ Locals freely acknowledged that fact by dividing it into seven such layers themselves. Wookiees lived in the uppermost, seventh, level and only very rarely ventured farther down farther than the fourth. The actual ground level, known as the Shadowlands, was something that very few living Wookiees had seen.

The resulting ecology of the planet was, to those not afraid to study it, incredible.

Just for starters, Wookiees weren’t even close to the only sentient life on the planet. There were even plants, such as the Orga plant, that were supposedly fully sentient and had their own language. The Wookiees had learned enough to make deals with the plants for their older roots, which were used to celebrate their Life Days. Another, primitive and antagonistic race called the Sayormi laid claim to a region of the planet called the Dead Forest and were seemingly dedicated to trying to kill the Forest itself. Something that had long put them at odds with the Wookiees of Kkowir Forest who lived entirely too close to the Sayormi for the Wookiees to enjoy. Still other species were so dangerous that, though the Wookiees believed they were intelligent, no one had ever been able to confirm it.

It said a lot that the Wookiees knew there were, or at least had been, a small population of Terentatek on the planet…and didn’t consider them all that dangerous compared to many of the predators already native to the forest world.

When you got past all of that, and then added on being a Force Sensitive? Kashyyyk still had more for you to take in. Even more that Felucia, which had previously been one of the most spectacular standouts in the Force to Izuku and Aayla both, Kashyyyk was alive in the Force. It beat in a primal, chaotic, living rhythm that was almost dangerously hypnotic for the unprepared. It was neither Dark nor Light, it was only Life and Death. Perhaps one of the most pure expressions of the natural state of being of the Force that could be found anywhere in the galaxy.

It also had to be said that the locals knew how to throw one hell of a party.

Unlike every other stop so far, even Zeltros, their arrival on Kashyyyk had involved an absolute minimum of formal politics. Yes, they’d met with the current King, Senator, and Ambassador Attichitcuk. But there had been minimal politicking. Apparently, once the Wookiees decided they both liked you and you were trustworthy, they saw very little need for the normal song and dance. The League were celebrated allies, fighting the good fight, the Wookiees were happy to sign a number of mutually beneficial treaties that had already been worked out, and really it was just time to be good hosts.

Which, as it happened, meant a very primal sort of partying. Like a cultural festival but dialed up to twelve and somehow coming across as far more genuine than show. Food and alcohol was everywhere, dancing was very ‘mosh pit and hope you’re durable enough’ style, and good-natured wrestling and dares were commonplace. The fact that Zavra had cheerfully dove into the wrestling, and due to her augmentations had actually managed to win a couple of times, made her the Wookiees favorite out of all the guests. Though Izuku managed to take second place by proving he could dance in a way that not even Aayla had known he was capable of. Admittedly, he would later explain that it was a type of martial arts and he’d done so well ‘surviving the Wookiee mosh pit’ because he’d taken it up in an attempt to survive Miruko’s own brutally straightforward combat style.

He might also have been suckered into learning some break-dancing moves by Mina at one point, but he wasn’t telling them that story. Particularly not when the night had ended in one of the few non-Miruko-inspired black marks on his heroic record. Really, he maintained that the thug had deserved what Izuku had done to him with that banana. Even if he still didn’t remember where he’d gotten it out of season, or how they’d ended up on top of the rebuilt Tokyo Tower in the first place. It probably had something to do with Mina insisting all of them take shots every time they screw up one of the break-dancing moves.

Ironically, the police had apparently agreed about the thug and Tokyo Tower hadn’t pressed charges.

Which is why the black mark had been for underaged drinking.

Anyway, Kashyyyk was amazing! Oh, look, someone needs to save Padmé from taking more shots before she loses the rest of her clothes, even if she looks great in nothing but a g-string. Izuku to the rescue! Praise the Force for alcohol tolerance! Even if everything was a little hazier than he thought it should be?

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- Lime? Sort of? Not really a lemon. Kink content ahead, at least.

Skip the rest of the chapter if that‘s not your thing-

Padmé froze as the oddities of her current position finally penetrated the pounding in her skull. The fact that a red hand reached out to touch her skull a moment later might have caused her to either flinch or try to lash out...if it hadn’t done something to immediately make aforementioned skull pounding headache ease off. Of course, the fact that she could think again, mostly at least, had her brain racing to try and sort out the situation she was in. She was mostly naked, lying in what felt like a cuddle pile of a type she’d only ever really engaged in with her original set of handmaidens. She was, for the moment, very much torn between dread of figuring out who else was in the pile of bodies and alarm at the fact that the only thing she was wearing felt like metal. Both took a momentary back seat as an involuntary twitch of her body made her very aware that there was something thoroughly penetrating her intimate bits.

That little realization spiked her adrenaline…only for a wave of calm to hit her a second later. The calm affected more than just her panic over why it felt like one of Sabé’s larger toys was lodged firmly in her pussy, and actually made a few bits in her mind connect dots. A roll of her neck toward where that hand was still touching her and sending calming waves, and a blush made it even through the calm as she saw a topless Shaak Ti sitting up in bed and half-smiling, half-smirking at her.

“There. Going to be calm without help from the Force now that you know you’re not in danger?”

Padmé absently nodded, then blushed even harder as the calm faded and she realized she’d been staring right at the Jedi Master’s tits. Admittedly, the fact her white markings continued onto those breasts and the stripes made a fascinating contrast was…nope! Figure out what the fuck is going on first, stare at sexy orange tits later, if she got the chance! Forcing herself to pull away from the very nice warmth behind her, as well as what she now realized was a blue arm across her stomach, was hard. She glanced back as the little murmur of disappointment she heard, pushing gently through the weak attempt by that arm to pull her back in. As she’d already begun to suspect, Aayla was laid out behind her. Topless or naked was hard to be sure, since all three of them had been covered in a sheet.

Padmé was extremely unsure if she was disappointed or relieved that Izuku wasn’t also present.

Shaak Ti interrupted her mental gymnastics and desperate attempts to sort out what to sort out first with a wry chuckle. Her voice was an odd mix of amused and serene as the Jedi Master spoke.

“I take it you remember even less of last night than I do? I admit, I was caught quite off guard by the Wookiees apparently having a type of liquor that can’t be completely purged by Force techniques. Though it does probably explain a few comments Grandmaster Yoda has made over the years. One which sounded suspiciously like he was greatly amused by an inside joke. He always did say his time as the Jedi Watchman for the Kashyyyk sector had been one of his favorites. In truth, it is one of the few he even speaks of from before he was Grandmaster.”

Padmé had just been given an entirely new set of questions, and she hadn’t even gotten any answers to the first set yet! Or, well, not other than the implications that she’d had too much to drink. Which very much wasn’t like her. Yet she did vaguely remember accepting a glass of something and a lot of blurry bits after that? And, well, if the Wookiees had managed to get a Jedi Master drunk enough that she was implying imperfect memory of the previous night, she supposed she shouldn’t be arrogant enough to think she’d have been spared.

“W-what happened?”

It was the only question she could voice, only becoming aware of how rough her voice was when she tried to speak the first time. Thankfully, in a completely frivolous use of the Force that she’d rarely seen from Jedi, Shaak Ti levitated a glass of some sort of juice over for her to sip on. Padmé took it from the air thankfully, almost moaning as whatever it was went down smooth and relieved aching in her throat she’d barely become aware of, given everything else confusing her mind and senses. She was absolutely going to have to find out whatever the heck this juice was, even if she knew she was focusing unduly on it in order to ignore…other things.

“I admit, I don’t know everything myself, as parts of the night are slightly hazy to my own memories. I do remember that Izuku, who seemed slightly tipsy himself, appeared with you at some point and entrusted myself and Aayla with you before vanishing with Zavra for more partying. I believe Aayla was the most coherent of us at that point, and got us back to The Wandering Fate, of which we appear to be in the Master Cabin. From there things went a bit sideways, as I believe you asked something about how Izuku and Aayla first met.”

Oh. The bits and pieces that were coming back to her now were causing her barely-wrestled-under-control blush to return full force. Not to mention making certain parts of her anatomy either stand up at attention or lubricate, the latter of which pointedly reminded her that she didn’t yet know just what was going on under the sheets.

Whatever had happened to result in what she was feeling most certainly wasn’t in the hazy bits and pieces coming back to her now, though she was developing a suspicion based on some of the stories Aayla had told that she was remembering bits of. A suspicion that was both causing her body to flush and panic just a little. Padmé was submissive enough when it came to sex that the idea was hot as fuck, but very awkward to ask about now that she was sober.

“Ah. You needn’t panic quite yet, I believe we all ended up in similar situations after Aayla went from ‘telling stories’ to ‘showing things off.’”

All in similar…Padmé gaped as Shaak Ti, who was closest to one edge of the impressively large bed, slid out from under the thin sheet and flowed to her feet. The movement and the way it caused all of the tight muscle of her body to flex and certain bits to jiggle was distracting enough. But what Padmé eventually managed to narrow her attention to was…pretty close to what she theorized her own situation to be.

Her mouth went dry, even as certain other parts of her body most certainly did not, as she took in the sight of Shaak Ti in nothing but a chastity belt.

It wasn’t some crude or bulky thing, instead being very streamlined and almost ornamental looking. A fairly thick band of some sort of metal that seemed to flex a bit with her movements rested over each hip bone, coming to meet at a center point a few centimeters below her belly button. From there it dipped down, very briefly turning into entwined metal cabling that was clearly intended to provide some flex, before shifting to a solid metal cup shape that surrounded the Togrutan woman’s sex. That cup visibly lifted away from the skin, presumably preventing any form of contact.

The entire thing was a finely polished silver that didn’t quite look right against the Jedi Master’s skin tone of reds and whites…but which would virtually certainly would look great against Aayla’s. Presumably, the belt belonged to the Twi’lek, something that another hazy memory confirmed for her as she vaguely remembered the blue beauty proudly producing a bevy of different belts. One of which was presumably around Padmé’s hips too, unless she was very wrong about what she was feeling passively below the sheets. Gulping and bracing herself, she scooted off the bed, refusing to look down as the sheet fell away, and stood.

Finally looking down, it was easy to confirm that yep, that was a chastity belt of some sort.

It wasn’t the same model as the one Shaak Ti wore, having quite a bit less material. Much thinner bands of rounded flex metal arched over her hips and dipped much farther down, coming to a circular meeting point perhaps only eight to ten centimeters above her mons. There, they were met by a similar band from below and secured with a distressingly high-security looking lock. That band didn’t extend far before widening into a thicker cup that completely covered her pussy…and presumably anchoring the toy that had almost made her moan by shifting and flexing inside her as she’d pushed to her feet.

She could feel the band narrow slightly, then widen around her…rosebud…before narrowing again to shoot up through her cheeks like some sort of metal thong. Presumably, it then met the back of the belt again from what she could feel, though she’d need a mirror of some sort to be sure. The entire thing was done in some sort of golden metal instead of the polished silver of Shaak Ti’s belt. Though from the way it moved, she suspected it was plated rather than solid.

Unable to help herself, her arousal and fasciation overcoming her embarrassment at least for a moment, she reached down to touch the belt. To, in fact, instinctively attempt to touch herself, only to find that the belt deadened things…mostly. Pressing had shifted the toy inside her slightly, and as she felt at the edges of the cup, attempting to pry it up or get a finger under it, it shifted still more. One such shift caused her to moan lightly, and that broke through her momentary fascination. Her hand darted away as if burned and her eyes snapped up to look at Shaak Ti, blush probably traveling all the way down to her exposed tits now, from the way it burned.

“I…umm…eh…”

Eloquence abandoned her, and the fact Shaak Ti only looked amused was not helping. Nor was the way the woman’s eyes raked Padmé’s body appreciatively.

“No need to be so embarrassed, Padmé. I find myself in the exact same position you do, after all. Tell me, did you end up with a toy inserted too? I’m finding the semi-rigid shaft that moves with every flex of my body quite distracting, if somewhat enjoyable. Not quite perfect for hitting Togrutan anatomy, I think, but close enough, and I rather suspect it was really designed more for our lovely companion.”

Shaak Ti waved at Aayla who…was still sleeping, looking quite content. Of course, with both of them moving, the sheet had completely fallen off the bed at this point, and it was clear that Aayla was also wearing a chastity belt. One of yet a third design, a somewhat bulkier one than either of theirs that looked the most strict. At least visually. Padmé supposed that the woman hadn’t left herself out of the fun, at least. If fun was the right word.

Personally, Padmé was thinking more ‘mortifying,’ though the unhelpful back of her mind was also pointed out that she might actually be nearly as aroused right now as she had been on Zeltron. Without nearly as much external influence or build up to that point, too. Clearing her throat and trying desperately not to let her voice squeak, she answered Shaak Ti, the need to do so not helping her blush go done one bit.

“E-err…yes. Yes, there is…something like that. I don’t suppose you, um…know how to remove these, do you?”

To her continued mix of arousal and dismay, Shaak Ti only shrugged and shook her head.

“I’m afraid not. We haven’t quite gotten around to this level of play, even if I admit it is a bit intriguing. I suspect we’ll have to wait for sleeping beauty to get answers. Perhaps we should find a mirror, some shirts, and a way to summon food, in that order?”

Despite herself, Padmé nodded, not quite finding it in herself to disagree with that order of operations. Even if part of her screamed the shirt should be her first priority. It wasn’t like they both hadn’t already seen everything there currently was to see, she reasoned, and her curiosity was coming on quite strong. The view as Shaak Ti turned away from her and the gorgeously exotic woman’s belt also proved to be a thong of sorts probably didn’t help with her decision making any…

… … …

“I’m sorry! I mean, I only sort of remember what I was thinking! Something about maybe making you horny enough to confess to Izuku or something? Ahh, please forgive me? Um, I’m pretty sure I know the remote toy control codes at least! Assuming I didn’t change them or lock out everyone but Izuku again…”

Padmé was a wild mix of aroused, dismayed, and frustrated as she watched Aayla plea for forgiveness. While distractingly still wearing nothing but a chastity belt and kowtowing on the bed. A chastity belt that, much like the pair Padmé and Shaak Ti were wearing, was on a timer. Apparently, they could also be unlocked by Izuku’s biometrics as an emergency override, but that was just as embarrassing to consider as just waiting out the three-day timer period.

Possibly the worst part is that she couldn’t even be angry, which would have made this a lot easier.

After all, it turned out that, while Aayla had set the unlock conditions, it had been Padmé who’d first drunkenly asked to try one of the belts on. Something she now at least somewhat remembered, after they’d dug into security recordings from the ship. That had taken a bit of time, since security logs from the cameras hidden in the bedroom were physically disconnected from any network and encrypted for privacy. They still existed, though, and Aayla was one of only three people with the decryption key. After discovering the timer situation, Aayla had gotten the logs to see just what had gone on, in the hope of remembering exactly what conditions she’d set.

That had technically worked but hadn’t exactly produced a usable solution.

Sighing, she accepted that this was all honestly more her own fault than any of the others, since she’d been both the one to start the whole chain of events and the one to ask about trying the belts on. Unable to let her friend grovel any longer knowing that, Padmé reached out to gently bop a pleading, kneeling Aayla on the head.

“Stop. This isn’t your fault. We all got into it together, by not being careful enough with the alcohol offered and apparently being horny idiots when we’re tipsy enough. If anything, Shaak should have stopped the two of us, since she was clearly the closest to sober.”

Shaak Ti smiled irritatingly serenely and shrugged.

“I was tipsy enough to think it would be fun to try, and I didn’t catch the fact that Aayla set them to a timer after insisting you try one ‘with a toy, because it’s better!’”

Padmé’s eyebrow twitched at that statement, but she forced herself to take a deep breath, then let it out. She let her annoyance and embarrassment flow out with the breath, as much as she could at least. The annoyance was easily let go, the embarrassment was…a work in progress. At best.

“Aayla, under the circumstances, I will admit that I wish I could confess to Izuku. I’m probably partially only saying that as I’m, frankly…well, you’re an empath. Trying to pretend I’m not aroused by the situation we’re in would be a lie you’d catch instantly.” Aayla’s confused nod helped fortify Padmé. “The only reason that Sabé and I haven’t both said anything to him is that it would be a political nightmare if we were caught in any sort of relationship at the moment. One that would hurt both my own position and the League’s.”

The silent ‘O’ of understanding that developed on Aayla’s face caused more irritation to leech away from her. It was easy to forget, given how intelligent and well rounded she was, but Aayla was possibly the least politically savvy of those that surrounded Izuku most frequently. No one, save seemingly Izuku himself, could be good at everything, and the Twi’lek woman was amazing in a dozen fields.

Front line combatant, commander, pilot, infiltrator, and even a decent low-level economist. Aayla was had a great many hard-earned skills taken to a high level of mastery. Expecting her to also be up to navigating galactic-level politics beyond the basics was a bit much. Doubly so given that she’d very obviously and pointedly stayed out of any public political role with the League on account of not wanting to confuse issues with her Jedi status. A Jedi being a politician and not part of the Republic would not have gone over well, or done good things for the League’s initial image.

“Um…do you want me to check into setting the remote codes for the toys? If I didn’t lock them to Izuku, you can at least use the toy’s feature for some…er…relief. You know, unless you want to get Izu to unlock the belt, instead of waiting out the timer? I can totally take the blame for that to try and make it less awkward?”

Blushing once again, heart skipping a few beats, Padmé’s mind immediately went to the idea of giving Sabé those remote codes. It wouldn’t be as good as Izuku having them, or even Aayla herself really, but it would be the next best thing and allow her to…explore the reasons she was aroused by the situation in a controlled environment. Doing her best to suppress her renewed blush and largely failing, she still managed to get out a quiet response.

“Pleased do, I’ll wait out the timer, thank you…”

Any attempt to suppress her blushing failed entirely at Aayla huge and somehow knowing grin…

-End of the Kinky Topics-

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A/N 1: I'm unsure how this entire chapter happened, if I'm going to be honest :-p. I wanted them to visit Kashyyyk, but my outline for what to happen there was nearly blank. Then, when reading through the planet's entry for inspiration, I was hit with the fact that Wookiees make alcohol out of Worshyr Tree Sap. Given how alive in the Force the planet is, I thought to myself, 'heeeeyyyy...I bet that would even hit Force users hard.' Some amusing thoughts about why Yoda liked the planet so much (I imagined him enjoying watching other Jedi make idiots of themselves after he gave them some as a lesson in not being arrogant) added to the idea.

Then I revisited a random thought I'd written down about possibly having Padmé accidently end up in one of Aayla's chastity belts. It was intended as a far future thing, not for use right now, but it actually served a good purpose. Specifically, one of the reasons I keep bringing Padmé back into contact with the group is to stoke the 'catching feels.' Since she won't be joining for a while yet, continuing to push them into situations that keep that fire of interest burning is important. Particularly as joining them at all will be part of a future radical departure from canon that needs more momentum behind it. The net result was the endings scene of this chapter. Which I waffled about including or not. It's a bit heavy handed, after all. Still, I ultimately decided 'Eh, my readers are the same perverts who voted for a fairly larger harem in the first place, so they'll probably enjoy it,' and went with it :-p.

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