Option 2: Post-Geonosis Orgy

"Men of the Grand Army of the Republic," even without the speaker system, Shaak Ti's voice would have been able to carry across the hall, "it is my pleasure to greet you on this day of triumph, and my sorrow to greet you on this day of grieving." Arrayed alongside on the main stage, their image shown on the large holoscreens that dotted the walls, were dozens of Jedi; the Order's entire adult female population, arrayed in the cavernous space of the converted hangar. "Even in a single battle, you have already sacrificed and accomplished so much for the Republic, more than most of its citizens can even comprehend, and you deserve to be lauded for your efforts." To her left, Anyssa Skywalker exchanged a glance with her Master, Obina Kenobi's expression making it clear that she thought the Councilwoman was giving this ceremony more gravitas than it deserved.

"Many already call you heroes - saviours, even - and demand that you be given official accolades," to Shaak Ti's right, Padme Amidala - and eleven near-identical copies of her - unconsciously straightened her spine at the words, "but this is not enough!" Adi Gallia rolled her eyes, wishing that her fellow Master would get to the point. "You deserve so much more! That is why, as of today..."

Heavy ceremonial robes slipped from the women's bodies, exposing a sea of bare flesh and fetishistic clothing. Padme's enormous M-cup breasts, so large that all of her Handmaidens had needed a mixture of surgical implants and gene therapy to replicate what genetics had bestowed upon her, stood out as they spilled from the cups of twelve lace bras. Not to say that other exceptional features weren't to be found among the crowd, with Anyssa and Obina's luscious, fishnet-clad legs and Aayla Secura's bountiful blue bubble butt among others drawing their fair share of stares. The women stroked, squeezed and teased their bodies, finally released from the need to keep up the appearance of stoic ascetics, as Shaak Ti continued her proclamation.

"...all female Jedi are yours to do with as you please! Not matter where, when or how, our gorgeous bodies are your playthings! Our tight, hot, wet holes ache for your huge cocks and virile seed!" All around her, the divide between Jedi and Clones had collapsed, with the front ranks rushing forward to claim those women who hadn't already flung themselves at the nearest clone. Stass Allie and Adi Gallia were facing each other, hands clasped and tongues twisting around each other as the cousins made love for the titillation of the men now lining up to take their drooling slits from behind. "No clone cock will go unsucked, no pair of balls undrained!" A clone squeezed the bases of Aayla's lekku as he fucked her face, the constant stream of drool and throatslime pouring from her mouth making his balls give a wet slap whenever they hit her chin and lubing him up thoroughly for when he replaced the plug currently wedged in her asshole.

Padme and her Handmaidens were on their knees, bras unclasped so that they could fully envelope a cock in each pair of the galaxy-famous Nabierre Knockers. Pale flesh glistened as the twelve of them wrung orgasm after orgasm from their partners with skilled titplay. Anyssa and Obina's long legs were up in the air, their own groups not too concerned with comfort as they fucked them in the piledriver position. "Nnngh... Please..." Anyssa moaned as she changed partners for the second time in ten minutes, cum already overspilling from her pussy, "...we need your babies!" The men around her did their best to give her just that, not caring how much or how little time they lasted inside of her as they stuffed her pussy first with their cocks and then with their cum.

All over the hall, similar scenes were being repeated as the Jedi began to succumb to the size and stamina of their new soldiers. Drool and pussy juices spilled in equal measure as throats and bellies bulged with the outline of clone cocks, muffled moans and screams of pleasure mingling with the loud slaps of flesh on flesh. Protestations from Masters that today wasn't a safe day, or from Knights that they couldn't afford to get pregnant at the start of a war, or from Padawans that they'd only just turned eighteen first fell on deaf ears and then vanished entirely in the din. Replacing them came begging just like Anyssa's, interspersed with shrieks of joy whenever a particularly big load splashed into an unprotected womb.

"M-More, give me more!" Among all of the Padawans who'd been brought along, from those waiting for the final trials for knighthood to the fresh-faced young women still with much to learn, the cries were much the same - namely, more cocks and cum to mark the occasion. "So much cock! I need it all!" They were being introduced to a world that most had never been permitted into and few had any real experience in, and they were quickly falling into its depths. None, however were as enthusiastic - or as insatiable - as Barriss Offee. The young Mirialian, having celebrated her arrival into adulthood mere days before the mission to Geonosis, was behaving more like a ****-up Zeltron slut than a noble Jedi. "Fuck," she gasped from within a growing crowd of clones, being held up by the three men fucking her asshole as the rest took turns in her pussy, sometimes in turns and sometimes two at a time, "gotta get mor- Mmmph! Mmmm... *slurp* *slurp* Mwah... *slurp*" Her demands were cut off as someone stuffed their fingers into her open mouth, replaced with sloppy moans as she sucked and slobbered on the rough, calloused digits.

The synchronised moans of Padme and her handmaidens were muffled, but somehow rose up over the background noise regardless as they were each pulled down onto their backs and taken by a quartet of clones - one under them to fuck their asses, one plugging their throat, one pounding into their cunt and one straddling them to fuck their tits. Each woman writhed and shuddered under the **** for a moment, before reaching out and grabbing a cock in each hand to stroke - long hours of 'negotiating compromises' as both queen and senator meaning that Padme and her doubles all knew exactly what to do with a seemingly endless number of hard, throbbing cocks. There was another wave of muffled moans as they received their first creampies of the day, before their partners stopped maintaining a rhythm with each other and they joined the background noise...

What are the consequences of all this?

Option 1: All the talk of pregnancy was just to get the clones further in the mood - barely any of the women involved were careless enough (or willing, for some) to actually get pregnant.

Option 2: The Jedi don't plan to publicise their pregnancies, but are happy to carry the children to term away from public view - many of the women involved were willing to risk getting knocked up and are now pregnant.

Option 3: The Jedi and Padme gladly make what happened public knowledge, using their political and social clout to encourage other prominent women to become the clone army's sluts - every woman at the orgy is pregnant, and actively publicises both their pregnancy and how slutty they are.

Option 4: Something else - a variant or combination of the above, possibly with some other foreseen or unforeseen consequence.

Author's Note: Man, I forgot the draft of this even existed. Well, after nine months sitting untouched, here it is.