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The Official GAR Calendar	By : Jade_Max Category: +S through Z > Star Wars: The Clone Wars Views: 7217 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5 - Final Cut
Echo, Whisky, Boil, Weave, Riposte and Jesse had joined Fives, Baffle, Milo and Crest in the field when the sound of a shuttle overhead drew the attention of the men in the barracks, the boys in the field too preoccupied, many, many well sated and pleased females lying about in the mud, several more still demanding their attention. The orgy had been ongoing for two days now, the men rotating in groups of five to offer themselves for intercourse or other play time and have the chance to recover.
But even clones needed sleep and their strength was starting to wane.
The shuttle came to land near the opposite side of the orgy with precision, barely two body length's from the door of the barracks.
"Anakin, who is it?"
"Reinforcements?" he offered, having discarded the vid some time ago and taken to sitting with his back to the wall, his eyes on the inside of the barracks. "How should I know?"
"The only pilot I know who flies like that is you," Obi-Wan pointed out.
"Ahsoka!" Anakin shot to his feet, but, with her name, Rex was on his.
"Ahsoka, sir?"
"That's gotta be her flying the shuttle that just landed, I- Rex!"
But Rex wasn't listening. He was already halfway to the door, and, before Anakin could call his name again, slipped outside. Vaulting back to the bunks, Anakin looked outside and watched as Rex kept his head down, avoiding the orgy as he approached the now lowering ramp on the shuttle.
Ahsoka was the first out, apparently having sensed Rex's presence, and bounded down the ramp with an enthusiastic leap, tackling the Captain. Rex, used to such displays, spun, using it as a way to bleed off her momentum, and the next thing Anakin could see, their lips had locked, Ahsoka had her hands already on the fasteners to Rex's codpiece - which hit the ground in record time - and the clone's hands were under her skirt.
Fabric visibly tore as Rex was suddenly and painfully freed; barely a heartbeat later, Ahsoka had climbed him, her body sliding down over his, the action driving them to the ground and out of view, the undulation of the tips of Ahsoka's montrals the only visible sign of their coupling.
Anakin watched as, moments later, more women emerge from the shuttle.
Maki was next out of the barracks, Kura reaching him just as he exited the front door, her hands sliding up and over his chest before she forced him back against the door. He couldn't see the clone, but he could see Kura's back as she arched and shifted, her feet leaving the ground as Maki's hands slid around to her buttocks and lifted her, the rhythm of their mating both frantic and intense.
Nadeh strode right into the barracks, hauled Jir up by sliding one hand into his hair and toppled him back to the nearest bunk, her lips on his as she tugged at his trousers. Pinned, the mechanic lay stunned for half a heartbeat before returning the eager embrace and advancing it with enthusiastic participation.
On Nadeh's heels was Cass, looking anxious, and Edge wasted no time in scooping her up in his arms to plant a kiss on her that was hot enough to melt her. She curled into him like wax in the sun, her hands sliding into his hair before he carried her from the room, the sudden banging on the wall in the next room moments later leaving no doubt as to the intensity of their reunion.
Stonewall, through some unseen direction, followed Rex's path, heading for the shuttle. He didn't however get jumped the moment Kalinda stepped off the ship as she was one of the last to leave. Instead he caught her and carried her back up into the shuttle, her hands already freeing him from his armor, the pieces dropping away in their wake, his hands buried between her thighs and in her hair, their lips devouring one another as if they’d been apart for years instead of days.
Travis met Karyn half way between the shuttle and the barracks, shedding his armor as he went, the pieces dropping haphazardly before they came together near the tip of one of the shuttle's wings. Using it for leverage, he lifted her to the edge, dipped her backwards, and fastened his lips over one engorged and erect nipple. Karyn bucked, her naked limbs sliding against his, around his naked hips and, after barely a second suckle, Travis joined their bodies together with a powerful series of surges. Her fingers dug into his scalp as she fastened her lips to his and proceeded to ride out the reckless storm.
Sheresh headed straight for the orgy, Behri and Suisen on her heels.
No nonsense, they waded straight into the mess of undulating bodies and began picking up the sex-starved women and throwing them away. Freeing Boil first, then Fives and then Echo, Sheresh dropped onto Fives with a furious kiss, dragging Behri into the clinch even as she pushed Suisen at Echo.
With the appearance of their women, the men in the middle of the female pit of debauchery seemed to gain their second wind.
Suisen didn't have to be told twice and the normally docile woman launched herself at Echo, slamming him back to the ground as she purposefully straddled him, her body taking his with a series of short, deliberate thrusts. The motions echoed a litany of an incomprehensible tirade that cumulated with the demand that Echo drive hard or faster; a demand he eagerly met.
Boil joined in, playing with both Sheresh and Fives while Fives alternated between the women, one hand reaching out to stroke Boil. Behri rode him first as Boil took over with Sheresh, pushing her forward onto Behri's back, which pushed the women between Fives and Boil, all the while Boil taking Sheresh from behind and Fives cock buried as far as he could go in Behri's core.
Sheresh let out a cry that made Anakin shiver as Boil pulled her from Behri and turned, taking her around and down, pulling free from her body only to spin her, his glistening shaft to her lips. Greedily she sucked it in, her eyes closing with delighted concentration, Boil toss his head back with a groan.
Kix, emerging from the melee and looking slightly dazed, appeared to take Sheresh's exposed nether regions as an invitation or demand and, grasping her by the hips, spread her for his pleasure, and slid home. She let out a sound Anakin could hear from his vantage point, practically panting around Boil's cock as he and Kix found a rhythm. She moved with them, arching her back as Boil reached down to fondle her, sliding one muddy hand along her spine and then back, pressing her down into Kix’s thrusts.
Mari and Aala watched, hanging back, until Mari spied Milo and, with a wink at Aala and an admonishment to 'Be adventurous!' darted away. Grabbing Milo by the ankles, she pulled him free of the orgy before the barracks, waved at Anakin with one hand and then used Milo as her personal sled before they slid out of view into one of the muddy trenches. Clothing was tossed every which way from the hole several moments later, Mari appearing briefly - naked - from the waist up as she arched her back and let out a yell before disappearing again.
Cody suddenly appeared and swept Barriss from her feet only to stop near Rex and Ahsoka, who's heads appeared as Ahsoka said something Anakin didn't catch. Rex and Cody exchanged looks that were apprehensive and then horrified before they eased into pained and finally acceptance. Rex pushed to his feet, muddy and wearing nothing but his kama, Ahsoka going to Barriss, now muddy herself, took the other girl's hand and led them towards the barracks door. Cody and Rex fell in on either side, striding through the doors moments later and towards the shower.
They chose, much to Anakin's chagrin, the shower stalls he could see, Ahsoka visibly teasing Rex and Cody by disrobing a very embarrassed looking Barriss. Then, when both girls were naked, they embraced, pulled the men into the hug and, to Anakin's amusement and dismay, proceeded to 'share' one another, the girls using their own hands to encourage the men as they fondled one another.
The end result being that Ahsoka was kissing Rex while he ran a sure hand down Cody's glistening erection but pressed the other between Ahsoka's thighs. Cody, single minded and not ambidextrous like Rex, played with Barriss almost exclusively, though he did reach out to tentatively touch Rex when Ahsoka wrapped her hand around his and drew it down. Barriss clung to Cody as Ahsoka played with her breasts, sucking on the tip of one of Ahsoka's lekku.
Anakin shook himself, looking away in time to see Obi-Wan jumped at the table by a very determined looking Aala. She landed on him, straddling his chair, her look accusing though her words were petulant. "Why aren't we adventurous, Obi-Wan?"
“Complaints, my dear?”
“No,” she made a face. “But we never do the things Kalinda and Mari have with – Obi-Wan!
Obi-Wan's response to that statement was spectacular.
He pulled her shirt, tearing it in half as his lips came forward to cover hers, making her squeak. Pulling her backwards with the shirt, he tied the strips together, holding her in place, and pushed to his feet as she gasped. Striding from the room and out into the melee, Anakin heard her gasp, denying what Obi-Wan was about to do and then grinned as he turned to watch.
Obi-Wan marched straight into the orgy, most of the women having dispersed having gotten what they wanted, with Fives having traded places with Boil, having exhausted Behri; Suisen played with Kix, having already recovered from one orgasm to demand another one, informing the medic he needed to relax and she intended to see he did.
Boil, Echo and Fives has Sheresh sprawled out across Echo’s chest, his cock buried to the hilt within her and Fives behind her with Boil at her head. In tandem the three men had found a rhythm that flushed her skin a deep hue, demanding and pushing, driving her towards the edge as they not only pounded within her, but fondled her bare and willing body.
Anakin could see Aala’s eyes widen as she took in Sheresh’ position, her skin flushing as Obi-Wan bent his head to her breast. Caught and held prisoner by the strips of her own clothing, Aala arched, her cry to Obi-Wan lost within the sounds around them.
Her throat worked as Obi-Wan drew her downwards, but not towards his lap. Anakin saw Aala tense as Obi-Wan said something to her, a brief shake of her head disregarded as Obi-Wan tore a strip from her shirt to blindfold her as her smile suddenly turned rueful and anticipatory.
She had, Anakin, knew, asked for what was about to happen by her question; he pulled out his comlink. “Padmé?”
“Here, Ani.”
“Are you seeing this?”
“Obi-Wan blindfolding my sister? I can hardly miss it.”
“Where are you; I don’t want to miss out on all the fun.”
“Check the mess hall, Anakin; I’ve a surprise for you.”
Anakin glanced back out the window in time to see Whisky and Crest had pinned Aala to the ground for Obi-Wan, each using one hand on her arms, the other on her torso. Each had a nipple in their mouths, their ‘free’ hands helping to keep her as quiescent as possible for the Jedi. Obi-Wan’s face had disappeared between her legs and she was thrashing, her head thrown back, her neck arched – a posture that was reminiscent of Anakin’s wife. Well on her way, he knew, to expanding her horizons and enjoying it.
With that last look, he turned and headed for the mess hall.
Mission accomplished.

Epilogue
When the five weeks of exile ended and the clones and their women were brought back to the galaxy at large, four images were presented to the Senate for the inspirational calendar that was to be circulated among the member worlds.
Spring featured Obi-Wan, Cody in the forefront with Stonewall, Milo, Crest, Trax and Baffle digging trenches in the background just moments before the mud battle had broken out.
Summer had Trax and Korbin on their hands and knees cleaning the barracks with a toothbrush, their expressions smug and unrepentant – but only if you knew them.
Fall showcased Weave, Echo and Kix bent over their instruments, examining the muck that had taken a liking to the clone’s body suits. They looked suitably serious and absorbed in their jobs.
Winter had Maki, Travis, Edge, Riposte and Whisky with Korbin playing sabacc in nothing but their towels. Risque, but a good show, the ladies had agreed, of the men at ‘downtime’
What wasn’t widely circulated was the calendar the women had made for themselves out of a series of very ‘public inappropriate’ vid stills that had been expertly cut into a montage of the hottest moments of each section and was to be kept among the dozen.
Padmé, naturally she later told her sister, didn’t want one; not enough Anakin.
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