Option 1: Diverted by the Dug

While Mia and Padmé drew no shortage of stares as they made their way into Mos Espa, that attention was doubled by the sight of them strutting back towards the spaceport in nothing but boots and belts, a faint puff of sand radiating outwards from every step as the Jedi diverted any of the coarse, irritating grains away from the pair with the ****. Between that minor-but-obvious use of her powers and the way she'd occasionally stop to dig a hand into her bubble butt and flash the end of her 'holstered' lightsaber to anybody watching, the passing crowds took the hint and restrained themselves to the occasional - growing increasingly frequent, once it became clear that the duo were happy to indulge the attention - gropes and slaps.

It wasn't long before the two exhibitionists arrived, blushing and panting after some particularly intense attention from a group of Weequay thugs, at the road leading up to the spaceport. Mia was just reaching for her communicator, intent on having R2 warm the ship up for takeoff, when a heavy weight landed on her back. She went to grab the unexpected passenger with the ****, but found herself dropping to her knees instead as they gave her nipples a rough twist, her eyes widening as she felt almost a foot and a half of thick, ribbed cock settle between her asscheeks and thighs. "<<Bet you thought you'd seen the last of me>>," her assailant growled in her ear, the Malastare-accented Huttese very familiar to the ex-****, "<<didn't you?>>"

Clinging to Mia's wide hips with his powerful walking digits while hooking his second pair under her arms to tug and twist her nipples, Sebulba sneered at the flustered expression of indecision on Padmé's face, the Naboo nympho unsure whether she should help Mia or simply enjoy the show. "<<Just as well you only passed me at the end>>," he continued, as Mia gasped and ground her thighs together around the head of his cock, "<<the sponsors don't mind a last second upset. Still, you're lucky I knew you'd grow up to be as fine as your whore mother, or I would have done something a lot less fun to you, a lot sooner.>>" Privately, Mia was sceptical that Sebulba could have arranged for such an 'accident' to befall someone connected to the ****, but she was still glad he'd never tried to test that opinion.

"What do you- nnf~ -want, then? Just to-" Mia's breath hitched as the Dug's digits sank deep into the flesh of her tits. "Just to use me as a- hah~ -cumrag? Drag me back- mmm~ -to your ship and chain me up?"

Sebulba was silent for a moment, before letting out a harsh, barking laugh. "<<Don't you worry>>," he chuckled, "<<I'm not so stupid I'd try and kidnap a Jedi! No, from you - and your friend here - I want, hmm...>>" He made a show of looking Padmé up and down, the Senator unable to tell through his accent and her too-formal education in Huttese that he was faking his indecision. "<<Your mouths>>," Sebulba eventually 'decided', "<<as sloppy and eager as you can be. Make it good enough and I'll even let you stop at one!>>" Mia and Padmé nodded warily in agreement, to the podracer's delight - it seemed that neither was aware of the intensely addictive properties of Dug cum...

How does their 'payback' go?

Option 1: Fortunately for Mia and Padmé their extensive experience with so many species, and Mia's power in the ****, has made them resistant to the addictive effects.

Option 2: Mia and Padmé are just as **** as anyone else. There's nothing to worry about as long as they don't ingest too much of it, so it becomes an unknowing race between Sebulba's endurance and their resistance.

Option 3: Sebulba is an exceptionally potent example of Dug virility, and his cum reflects that - no matter their experience, or the aid of the ****, it only takes a mouthful for Mia and Padmé to get completely hooked!

Option X: Something else.