Facing off against herself

Sabine Wren could feel a heavy weight pressing against her mind. She blinked for several long seconds, reorienting herself. Behind her the elongated shadows of the ancient statues seemed to move with a life of their own. Her hand once again rested on the hilt of her blaster as she crept forward, alert for any sign of threat.

The whispers returned, a hundred voices all promising a thousand different things. One whisper caught her attention—a voice both familiar and foreign. Turning slowly, Sabine’s heart skipped a beat. There, cloaked in dark armor and a crimson, blood-streaked version of her Mandalorian helmet, stood... herself. This other Sabine looked colder, her posture rigid, and her eyes glowed with an unnatural red hue from beneath the visor, burning with an intense malice that mirrored a twisted mockery of her own inner struggles.

***

Ahsoka laid on the floor in the exercise area of her shuttle. With Sabine gone she didn't need to hold back and mediated completely naked; the naturally cold starship providing one last challenge to assuming a neutral state in the ****. The Togruta could hear the faint sounds of the storms rolling overhead, pockmarked by the occasional whine of a security droids’ blaster against a curious native creature.

The **** is with me,

And I am one with the ****;

And I fear nothing,

Because all is as the **** wills it.

Ahsoka repeated the guardian's mantra in her head until the mechanical footfall of Huyang brought her out of her meditation.

“Ms Tano, SD-377 reports another local creature has gotten curious about the ship.”

“Did he drive it off?” Ahsoka maneuvered her hands around her pumpkin sized, and colored, breasts and began her massage the 4 foot length of flaccid cock. Likewise she moved her feet to where they could rub just a small portion of her bloated testicles.

“Yes, but he thinks more will come.”

“They will, but tell him I have faith in him.” She wasn't sure where the security droid was programmed but he was a cocky droid, and stroking his ego would satiate his security protocols.

“Very well.” The lanky droid leaned back and cocked his head. “Will you be draining now that Ms. Wren is away?”

“Yes. It's been…”

“3 weeks, 4 days, 17 hours since your last release.” He moved over to one side of the room and pressed a series of switches. The room began to hum as a **** field formed around the room and a large grate opened in the center. “With or without stimulation?”

***

"Who are you?" Sabine demanded, firmly gripping her blasters while forgetting Ahsoka's words.

Her dark counterpart tilted her head, a smirk barely visible beneath the helmet’s visor. "I am everything you've ever denied, Sabine. I am what you could be… if you embraced power without restraint, without that foolish loyalty and honor holding you back." For emphasis, Dark Sabine loosened the front plate of her armor; letting the obsidian black beskar drop to the floor with a loud clang that echoed through the otherwise silent halls.

The real Sabine took a step back, drinking in the wanton sexuality of her doppelganger. Her breasts were massive, as big, no bigger than Ezri's and even Ahsoka's, capped with nipples so large Sabine could see their outline in the dim light. feeling a chill creep into her heart. "I would never become like you. The dark side only corrupts."

“Are you sure?” the dark Sabine whispered, her voice as cold as the shadows around them. "All that anger... the losses you've suffered, the betrayals. I know the hunger for vengeance. I know the satisfaction of strength. It doesn’t have to be their way—our way is strength alone."

The words cut deeper than any blade. Sabine could feel a rising doubt, a part of her that yearned to unleash her fury, to let go of the moral shackles that had restrained her. But she pushed back, shaking her head, her eyes hardening. "The Mandalorian way isn’t strength at any cost. I fight for those I care about, for my people."

The other Sabine laughed darkly. “Then you’re weaker than I thought.” In a flash, she ignited a blood-red lightsaber, its light casting a sinister glow across her armor.

Sabine didn't flinch, even as she saw the length of Dark Sabine’s flaccid cock. The member telescoped down the right leg of her body suit; the large head ending just above her boot. “Then let’s see what all that power has taught you.”

The Mandalorian skipped past her blasters, remembering Ahsoka words and instead reaching for the lightsaber on her belt. The blue blade hummed to life just as Dark Sabine brought her blade down. A cascade of sparks dumped on Sabine’s armor as they backed off after their initial blows.Their clash echoed through the eerie stillness of Dromund Kaas, a clash not only of skill but of conviction. Sabine fought not just against the blade of her dark counterpart, but against the darker temptations that lurked within her own heart; she could feel her own dick, pathetic as it was, strain against her confining pants and the Beskar that protected her. Each parry, each deflection was a battle for her own soul, a test of what she truly valued.

Sabine knew that her strength lay in choosing her own path—not in succumbing to the allure of unrestrained power. Jealousy over the others, her own family, even herself as she slashed back against her shadow. Yet for every heavy blow her opposite only seemed to grow stronger.

Realization slammed into Sabine much as Dark counterpart crashed into her. The pair rolled along the ground, their bodies pressing against each as their two lightsabers clattered along the obsidian flooring. That's it. Sabine thought; rolling up and pinning her dark counterpart to the ground.

Sabine broke the seals on both helmets and moved them to the side. Straddling her doppelganger, she admired her stark face for a brief moment: her skin was grayer and normally orange brown eyes were now a sickly yellow. She didn't say any words, rather she leaned down and kissed her doppelganger whilst her hands gravitated to those massive melons on her chest. Long left fingers found each nipple and started to roughly play and prod each one in turn. Their large size quickly hardening as Sabine toyed with them and continued her oral ****.

Her counterpart responded in kind, quickly darting her tongue in and out and all around her lightside compatriot; quickly falling into a rhythm and Sabine’s lithe body rubbed against her. Her yellow eyes pleaded for Sabine.

“Come on Sabine, get me off.” She asked, her voice dripping with desire, passion, and false promises.

“I think not.” Sabine ended her makeout session and stood up off her. Her opposite quickly realized her mistake. Her passions flooded her cock, bringing it to life and sending it arching high to the ceiling. Unfortunately for her, the bodysuit was never meant to easily come off, much less great, leaving her right leg awkwardly in the air as her member refused to go soft. It’s throbbing length limiting her mobility.

Sabine stood up, realizing the lesson. Calling on her limited **** power, her lightsaber flung itself into her hand. She watched for several moments as her doppleganger struggled against her body sized endowment but her body vanished into the shadows, leaving Sabine standing alone, victorious. The voices were silent.