One Hell of a Birthday Party!

"I-! What's-?!" Ahsoka's jaw hung slack as she gazed at the... well, the mess that was being made of the Mess. All but one of the benches and tables had been heaved to the sides of the hall and left in tangled heaps, topped by further piles of hastily-discarded crotch-plates. Taking up the rest of the hall were a hundred of the thousands of clones that made up the Acclamator-class cruiser's passengers, all wearing full armour - with one glaring exception. Ahsoka's tongue slipped out of her mouth and clumsily licked her lips, a thin line of drool running from the corner of her mouth and dripping onto her chest as her instincts - both as an obligate carnivore and a pent-up, hormone soaked teen - battled her Jedi mental discipline in the face of so much fresh, living meat. "They're so..."

"So what, 'Soka," Annie whispered from behind her, placing her hands on her Padawan's shoulders, "Tell me. So disciplined? So dedicated? So strong?"

"They're... They're so big!" Ahsoka's knees hit the floor with a soft thud, her only reaction to the realisation that she'd first practically sleepwalked into, then knelt in front of, a crowd of faceless, silent men with enormous erections being utter delight that she was now even closer to the source of her delirium. She sat back on her heels and straightened up as if she were meditating, but the illusion was ruined by the way her wide-eyed gaze roamed over the wall of flesh around her and her Master, twisting and turning her body in the hopes of somehow finding even more cocks. "So big," she moaned, grabbing the cleavage window of her top and ripping it wider with a jerk, "So, so..." A throaty groan of desire **** its way out of her as she unconsciously reached out with the **** and extend the split in her clothes up and downwards, ripping the entire front of her top open.

Throwing her shoulders back and letting her ruined garment slide off of her body - an act that had the added bonus of making her firm C-cup breasts, already made more impressive on her lithe frame, seem big enough to match her Master's bust for a moment - Ahsoka closed her eyes and reached out with the ****. Immediately, she was overwhelmed; lust crashing down on her from all sides and smothering her attempts to escape. Lust from her own body, presented with the prospect of a fucking that would last for hours, if not days. Lust from her Master, who finally had no more reason to hide it. Lust from the clones around her, presented with the chance to ruin some virginally-tight, freshly-legal Padawan pussy so thoroughly that she would never be able to cum by her own actions again.

Th-They really want to fuck me, Ahsoka's mind reeled as the reality of her situation sunk in and she realised that she was not, in fact, in her bunk with three fingers up her twat. No, they want to wreck me! They want to break me, to use me up like I'm nothing but a disposable pocket pussy! I... I can see it! They're going to ravage my throat and make me shriek until I can't speak for days! They're going to cram so much cock up my tight little rosebud that it'll never go back to normal! I'll have to learn to live off of the ****, because everything from my lips to my asshole is going to be nothing but a living sex toy meant to please cocks! Ahsoka burst above the tide of lust for an instant, just long enough for her lower lips to flutter and drool with a mini-orgasm, before slipping under again. And my pussy... Mmmm... They'll fuck me raw, for hours and hours. They'll dump load after load of hot, thick, virile cum into me. My womb... they're going to drown it. I'm... I'm going to get pregnant! They want me to get pregnant! They want to pin me down and knock me up again and again and again until I'm nothing-but-a-baby-factoryandmytitsaregonnagetso-!

To an outside observer, the entire process, from realising that this wasn't a dream to imagining how big and milky - and still fantastically perky, thanks to the miracles of **** Healing - her breasts would get on her eighth, ninth or hundredth pregnancy, had taken approximately ten seconds. Ten seconds for Ahsoka Tano to go from shutting her eyes with a delighted-but-dizzy expression on her upturned face to shuddering her way through a hands-free orgasm more powerful than any she'd experienced before.* Ten seconds for the **** to swirl through her body, soaking into her tissues like girlcum into a pair of panties. Ten seconds for her eggs to be primed for hybridisation, for her hips to broaden and her ass to swell just enough to draw attention to just how breedable she was. When Ahsoka opened her eyes, they were a flat, shimmering blue, the power brewing within her just begging to be released.

"Fuck. Me."

A rush of energy burst from her body, washing over the entire ship. Cocks swelled to newfound length and girth. Balls churned with an obscene volume of jizz. Every man aboard was permanently enhanced by Ahsoka's command, equipping them to best obey the slutty, baby-crazy young woman's desires.

And then the light faded.

Her brief apotheosis slipping away from her, Ahsoka was powerless to resist - not that she wanted to - as the crowd of clones surged inwards and fell upon the two Jedi. Moaning as she was snatched up off the floor, Ahsoka tilted her head back to give one of them a clear passage to plunge twelve inches of throbbing cockmeat down her throat until her plush lips kissed its base and his bloated, fist-sized balls smacked into her face. Gagging and spewing saliva, she grabbed blindly for support either side of her and found two more enormous pricks. Slicking them up with their own precum, she jacked them off with a wrist-rolling motion as they humped her hands, hoping that it would make up for her inability to close her fingers around their width.

More cocks, slick with Analise's drool, rubbed against her pussy and ass. Seizing their owners in a telekinetic grip, Ahsoka dragged them into her depths. Throat spasming and legs thrashing as she tried to scream her way through a penetration-induced orgasm, Ahsoka bucked her hips to meet their alternating thrusts as the man fucking her face seized her montrals and used them as leverage to put even more **** behind his own rutting. With both his crotch and her face now coated in spit, his balls made a wet schlap-schlap-schlap as they slammed into her pretty features, splattering saliva with every blow. It was too much for the young Jedi - the sensation of being filled, the roughness of their hands, the heat of their bodies, the speed of their thrusts, it was all just too much. Gagging her way through her second orgasm in as many minutes, Ahsoka felt better than ever.

I can feel it, she thought, floating on a soft cloud of joy and pleasure, this is where I belong. Where we all belong... The **** was in all things. The **** was life itself, and life's purpose was to spread. This was true enlightenment - not the delusion that one needed to rise above the physical world, but the knowledge that one's purpose was to produce life. And that was exactly what Ahsoka intended to do, with her tight young body and her insatiable appetites, she would spread life as far and wide as possible. She could feel it as the man in her pussy grunted and clenched under the relentless **** of her inner walls, as his spunk burst forth in a tide of pearly whiteness that stuffed her to the brim in moments. She felt her cervix twitch and quiver as it allowed the stream of sperm passage into her womb and the spreading heat as the flow surrounded her **** ovum.

That receptive egg received the closest thing to a replica of Ahsoka's gangbang in microcosm. Sperm cell after cell pressed itself up against its walls and one slipped inside, releasing a little burst of approval through the **** as Ahsoka's unbelievable fertility allowed the best of the thousands of packets of genetic data to be absorbed into her egg. Quivering with joy, she was riding too high to notice the blasts of cum being pumped down her throat and up her ass, or the two clones in her hands hosing her tits down with pearlescent goo. She was barely starting to come down from it as the five of them pulled away and were replaced, so quickly that she didn't even fall. The worming thread of despair at the thought of so much wasted cum was first smothered by pleasure and then erased entirely as her second impregnator of the day blew his load inside her and she felt that burst of approval again.

A-Again? But that means... Ahsoka's eyes widened, even as they were pummeled by the swinging nut of her current face-fucker, the baby will belong to all of them! This time, when the five of them pulled out, she screamed in delight and reached out for the next group with the ****. Their strength, their speed, their sensitivity, were all boosted to unnatural degrees as Ahsoka stopped caring about how long her partners lasted and started caring how much cum she could get blasted into her womb as quickly as possible. This time, they barely lasted two minutes before she wrapped her legs around her sperm donor's waist and held him tightly as she drained him.

Cocks exploded in and onto her ass and face, sperm splattered over her entire body, but the man in her cunt always, always blew his load balls-deep. The strongest cell from each load found its way to and into her egg without fail, each fertilisation bringing her to higher and higher peaks of pleasure with every one. Ahsoka felt like she was riding a cosmic wind, looking down on her cum-soaked, bloated body and reveling in the sight of her swollen belly. It was only a matter of time until that was a child, not a gallon or more of cum in her womb and stomach, that was warping her silhouette. Every cock had its turn in each of her hands and holes, every pair of balls was emptied, every man was satisfied by the knowledge that his baby was growing inside of her.

When the gangbang was over and the clones had returned to their posts, Ahsoka's body lay, blank-eyed, with her head in Analise's lap. Regretfully, Ahsoka left her cloud and felt the aches and pains and pleasure of her body return to her. She looked up at her Master and focused her gaze on the woman's smiling face, then seized up as the sudden rush of sensations overwhelmed her. She slammed one hand up her pussy and the other up her ass, pumping three fingers into each as cum spewed from her lower holes in a musky wave. Analise giggled, stroked Ahsoka's face as the younger woman came down from that last high and sent a wave of soothing **** energy through her until the Togruta felt like the spirit-lifting, body-draining ordeal had never occurred.

"I hope you enjoyed the first part of your birthday present," she smiled as Ahsoka looked at the clock, realising that only a scant few hours had passed, "because there's a lot more men to-!" Ahsoka cut her off by grabbing the back of her head and pulling her down for a deep, cum-flavoured kiss. Analise let her have the moment, even as the **** warned her of trouble a few days distant. She couldn't wait for the war to end, so that Ahsoka could try to get through the whole cruiser without interruptions...

*Or would again, in fact. Every Jedi's awakening as a slut was accompanied by a momentary vision of surpassing detail and immersion, seemingly tailored to leave them chasing the resultant high for the rest of their lives. Ahsoka's Master would come closer to reaching it than most, since hers was comparatively plausible - herself and her wife, spending the rest of time as ever-beautiful, ever-eager gloryhole sluts.