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It was mid-morning, the favorite time for Jedi Knight Kum Onmee to take her meditative repast from her saber handling routine. A gentle breeze stirred through the central courtyard in the middle of the Jedi Temple. Corroscant, and it's teeming masses of a thousand variant species seemed like a million parsecs away, and the shadow of the Empire lay some three hundred years into the future.

Onmee closed her eyes and felt her body become more in tuned with the force. She let it fill her, extending from the tips of her twin head tails to her fingertips, and down to her toes. She felt a secret thrill as her massive, blue, milk-engorged breasts began to swell with the power of the force. It was a little known fact, but Twi Leks who became particularly force sensitive would, on occasion, begin to lactate involuntarily with their connection to the light side.

The Jedi stretched out and felt the streams of force energy move out to the tree, the flowers, and even the stone and marble of the great Jedi temple.

It was then that she felt a tremor in the force.

Without opening her eyes, she could feel the beige cloth strap that barely concealed her nipples slide to the side, then she felt her entire right bosom hoisted into the air by the force. A gasp escaped her mouth as she saw her adult padawan, Aah Eego, disrobing right in front of her!

"Padawan!" exclaimed Onmee. "What are you doing? This is behavior most unbecoming of a Jedi!"

The Mirialan let her tawny tunic fall to the ground. She circled her nipples with the tips of her fingers till they stiffened and stood out from the heaving swell of her enormous green breasts.

"But, Master," she cooed. "I can sense the force flowing through you, I want it to flow out onto me, too!"

Her voice was calm, yet beckoning and sweet, like a Naboobian Starlightingale.

Onmee was transfixed. The force moved differently around Aah, it always had. She had wondered if her apprentice really was as clumsy and easily captured as she had appeared to be, or if it had been some angle to get close physical contact with her master.

Suddenly, she felt her milk ducts swelling inside her own breasts! Aah was using the force to milk her! Small pearly beads formed at the pink buds of her tits! Then, with a great release of emotion, her blue-hued milk burst from her nipples, and splashed on the Mirialan's waiting breasts.

Aah stuck her tongue out, hoping to catch some of her master's milk. Onmee could feel the tidal swell of raw, taboo emotions flooding up inside her. She was certain there must be a puddle of wet juices forming just under her on the stones as it rained down from her slick, wet lips.

All she could do to keep from screaming out and filling the air of Corruscant with her lusty moans was to suck on her own tail.

She only hoped that pervy green pipsqueak wasn't wandering around the gardens. Onmee could never prove it, be she sensed his presence whenever it was time for her to bathe, and she bet those great big ears could hear almost everything.

She wondered if he could hear how fast her heart was beating as her own padawan milked her in the garden of the Jedi.

Congratulations to NORTH525 for winning this month's pinup poll! I had a lot of fun drawing this PARODY scene, and writing the short story that went with it!

RED78910's coed will debut in a week from now, with DARK's Cabonited Ess a week after that. 

And the graffiti in the background reads, 'Ki Adi Mundi Was Here' Those watching The Acolyte will get it. He's everywhere these days!