Exiled Jedi: Welcome to the Team, Lina! (LEMON) [Episode 104546]

by Lionheart

"Nope. She's clean." Ranma emerged from a pile of sweaty limbs to say, a pair of panties hanging off his left earlobe. He used them to wipe off some interesting substances spread over his face, looking down at the similarly slimy Lina Inverse. "Or, she was... metaphorically speaking is what I suppose what I mean... Or... at any rate she's not Sith." Ranma gave wry comment on Lina's current condition. "Just sticky."

He stretched, eyeballing his sister. "Full mental penetration, as well as... the other. She's not hiding a thing inside or out. Lina is as Light Side as you or I."

"There's been some debate about that." Ranko remarked laconically, sitting under her pink umbrella, shading her from the harsh rays of the sun and the sticky rain of gooey substances as had occurred lately in this locality. "After all, they threw Grandfather Happosai out of the Order, and nearly did the same to mom for being his Padawan." She suspected her mother had applied her tongue to earn her reprieve, but it had been a close vote all the same.

Suddenly the redhaired twin felt as odd, almost outcast, as in their jumping to conclusions they'd nearly made Lina, freaking about her espousing a point lost or forgotten, no longer standard among the Jedi. It made her feel kinder to the girl than she'd expected to, having that link, strangely.

A large glop slid off the side and impacted with a splut on the sand, soaking in to the grains and with the heat and peculiar chemicals binding them together in a new stone formation that would baffle scientists for generations.

Geologists often didn't get out enough.

The huddled pile of sweaty limbs that was Lina moaned. "...Oooooooohhh.... again... One more time... pretty please..?"

"Go Ahead." Ranko smiled indulgently at her brother, twirling her umbrella to create a rain of glistening liquids over the already spattered sands.

"Don't mind if I do." Ranma bent down and began stroking his love patient. "She's got a delicious flavor and great energy. The only thing even slightly less than perfect are these small..."

"Don't!" The slimy pile of girl limbs stiffened in outrage.

"... grains of sand sticking to everything. I do like for a maiden's first times to be under more delicate conditions." A quick flutter and her moan cut off the girl's objections, collapsing her back into orgasmic ooze and allowing Ranma to delicately whisper comfort in her ear. "I've had smaller." He added his other hand to another area, tripling the sensations causing her to quiver.

"First?!" Ranko echoed, spine stiffening in surprise. Surely, if Lina had been sixty...

"First." Ranma repeated, confirming on a light tone while he went about his business of Lina's pleasure.

"Always been small." Moaned the delicious puddle of squirming girl in a petulant way that revealed this had been a sore point all of her life. The moan went on, rising in registers and falling to husky tones by waves. "Never had a boyfriend." Any more words were lost as her brain sank into hazy pleasure.

"Well, you've got one now." Ranko turned her eyes out across the sands, as if her words made the slightest impact when the evidence Lina was about to reexperience should be overwhelming - and very filling. In fact, by her moans, the evidence ought to be undeniable and it sounded like it had been received gladly.

Ranma whistled in a high, complicated pattern.

Ranko giggled and blushed, muttering fondly, "You sicko. Now you just want me to break out blushing the next time I see an R2 unit interfacing with a computer." She thought about it and blushed at that image. She would, the pervert!

She'd just have to get him back some way.

Out across the valley the droids were already finished with their rescue operation, and were out cleaning up. The last remains of the sarlacc quivered in a bad imitation of the finely timed energy acting out behind her, and for completely separate reasons. Actually, no. Ranko's eyes narrowed, looking at the beast. The Sarlacc was trying to send out spore clouds. The nasty things did only reproduce at death.

Sick of it, orgasming at its own demise like that. Then again, considering what those critters did for food, yucky was about the only way to describe their habits. But they'd well and truly gelded this monster. No little baby sarlaccs from this event. It was just going to have to live with the disappointment. Or, not live, actually...

Living only for death, its own and others. Truly, sarlaccs were Dark Side nightmares. Ranko resolved to see the end of every one she could find, slaughtering them like the vegetable equivalent of Sith they so resembled, and removing a vast amount of pain and suffering from off the face of the galaxy.

A rain of shiny fluids fell on her shelter of pink cloth, and she spun it absently, watching the activity up the opposite slope of the valley. With the rescues completed the medical stasis ship was sealing up. A strange pity that was, too. Ranma had underestimated the amount of booths needed by a factor of five, but so many creatures were so badly reduced that under multiple occupancy it was about to be departing with excess space available. And the booths weren't designed to be over-large. The larger the space under stasis the higher power requirements were.

Similarly the turbolasers, scaffolding, and all that were breaking down and packing up, near to being ready in another few hours. The assault had actually run out of cryo-gas, or they would have finished the creature off. Flame weapons were also nearly expended or they'd have barbecued the remains so those xenobiologists about to arrive would find nothing of value to report. There was just too great a chance for those distinguished minds to get curious over something and ask that another sarlacc be investigated, and then the secrets of its biology would get discovered - and someone would turn the work over to bio-warfare!

Ranko had quietly given the order to begin work at once for countermeasures using those same details her brother wanted to hide. She had a feeling this might not to stay a secret long, and wanted to be prepared with cures and preventatives for all those poisons and other tricks doubtless to turn up from the depths of Imperial weapon labs. She'd see about convincing her brother this was the case later, maybe using that new, blue silk teddy she was certain he'd like so much. It looked so good on her, and better off her, that she had little doubt she'd be persuasive.

Slippery and gooey, but persuasive. Very persuasive indeed. Right now he was working on a more or less helpless victim. She, however, was fully as skilled as her brother and he liked what she did often enough to let her get special access to intimacy none of these other girls shared. That gave her influence she could trade now and again for a special favor or two. She could have this project if it was important to her.

And maybe she could destroy all remaining sarlaccs the Empire could find, and by doing so keep that misery in the history books and out of the hands of Imperial torture specialists.

Another thing. Ranko was going to get her brother to work on that armor! She'd seen how dangerous this galaxy was and wanted some protection. Sure, she could find some in her size right now, but maternity armor was not stocked on the shelves of every corner ammo depot. Besides, no Jedi alive was ignorant of Jango Fett's part in starting the Clone Wars. If that was his armor they'd discovered, and it might be, then it gave some pretty awesome protection from tales she'd overheard. Those built-in weapons designed to hunt Jedi could be just as much use against Sith.

She had new life to be protecting.

Of the two ore haulers she could see, the first was buttoned up tight all ready for departure, and the droids were rapidly capping off the last of the metal debris recovered from gullet and gizzard as sensor shielding around the already packed stolen articles from the many vaults and caches. It would not be long before they had it all in. The entire operation was near to be ready to depart.

Lina discovered that she was a howler. Loudly, and right behind Ranko's chair.

Ranko scrunched her face up into a pretty scowl. First times were special, sure. But this close to the action she was getting her own chair damp! Her robe was already soaking and best not even to mention the pond that was her panties! She was close to making the first river to flow on Tatooine, and the floodgates were already open!

A loud moan reminded her who was already working on the first lake. The ground already glistened with moist, and she found the urge to just jump in and go swimming with her own special stroke. First times were special, and best not to be interrupted, even by needy girlfriends and sisters, pregnant or otherwise. No matter how needy they might otherwise be feeling.

But Lina had better leave something of her brother for her or they'd have words about this later. Good manners were required out of every club member, or you got reduced access privileges. And nobody wanted that.

It was probably lonely inside of a sarlacc. Ranko relented and schooled herself to be patient, unknowingly growing in the Force as patience won out on this little challenge, bringing her ever closer to the Light.

But as soon as they were done she was going to do something about this itch! Getting Ranma to wave his sticky wand and cast a spell to make it all better was a thought that lingered happily in her mind as the anticipation mounted.

Lina passed out and Ranko left her clothes behind in her dash to get all slippery and gooey herself, in the shortest amount of time possible, revealing a thatch that was dripping wet as she pounced upon her beloved brother, bearing him to the ground and mounting him lying across the form of the unconscious and exhausted Lina.

Hmm, now that she was able to view objectively with her distraction being dealt with, she saw the girl really was about the right physical age to have all of the features that most appealed to her brother, namely a trim physique and enough inexperience to be molded according to his own special desires.

Sex was an art, and they were artists. And all of the best artists took care of their tools and art materials, treasuring them fondly.

Newly refreshed, and feeling less desperate, Ranko nestled more companionably into her brother's arms. Behind them, the first of their transports lifted off just when the valley started to explode.

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(Posted Thu, 03 Jun 2004 20:17)


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