Omake 1: Who is Good Boy?
The hum of hyperspace filled the ship like a heartbeat, low and steady, a rhythm meant for no one. In her quarters, Ahsoka lay curled on her side across the narrow cot, one boot kicked off, the other forgotten beneath her. Her belt was loosened at her waist, lightsabers hanging on the wall within arm's reach, just in case.
One arm supported her head, the other draped loosely across her ribs. Her breathing had slowed, deep and steady, the way it only did when her body finally remembered how to relax. The tightness that lived between her shoulder blades had begun to ease.
The war was behind her. For the moment, no one was chasing her.
But she wasn't alone.
She shifted as warmth pressed in behind her knees. It wasn't the filtered heat of the ship. It moved against her leg. It breathed as it whimpered. It leaned into her with silent insistence. A nudge followed, wet and steady, pressing against the back of her calf.
Her eyes blinked open. The room was dim, lit only by the soft pulse of hyperspace light through the viewport. Her lekku slipped across her shoulder as she turned her head. A tongue traced the curve of her calf, hot and deliberate. She exhaled, low and tired, and pushed herself up onto one elbow.
The rhythm against her leg didn't stop.
"Spike," she said, eyes narrowing.
The wolf stood close, panting. His cock had already slipped free from its sheath, red and hard, slick with arousal. It twitched slightly with each breath. His fur shone with body heat, chest rising and falling as though he had been pacing, waiting. His eyes locked onto hers, wide and unblinking, hunger written into every line of him.
She rubbed her eyes and gave a quiet grunt. Her voice came rough with sleep.
"You couldn't wait till I was actually awake?"
He whined and rutted against her shin again, uncontrolled and desperate, smearing precum against her skin. His knot had begun to swell. He was losing control to his mating season.
She didn't push him off. No scolding either. He couldn't help himself. And truthfully, she'd seen this coming.
Reaching for the drawer beside her cot, she slid it open and pulled out a flat black case tucked between her multitool and spare gloves. Inside, nestled in cushioned lining, was the onahole she had brought on board two weeks ago. A discreet solution to an inevitable problem.
She flipped the switch for the automatic pump.
Nothing.
She clicked it again, harder.
A hiss, then silence.
"Really?" she muttered, glancing down at the wolf, who had stopped humping but was now staring at her hand like a starving animal watching food slip away. "You're lucky I like you."
He stepped closer and pressed the leaking tip of his cock to her wrist. Her skin slicked instantly with precum.
She grunted and knelt in front of him, tugging the toy into position with one hand while her other guided his cock forward. The head slipped inside the onahole with a wet sound. The silicone gave under his girth, warm from the ship's ambient air, tight enough to make his legs twitch.
"Hold still," she said. Her voice dropped low. Her grip tightened.
He froze.
She began to stroke.
Slow, even pumps at first. The toy squelched faintly, sucking at his cock with each pass. Her hand twisted slightly at the top of every motion, drawing a startled sound from his throat—something between a growl and a groan. His hips bucked once, then stilled again under her firm command.
Her gaze never left his face.
"You've been pacing for hours. You thought I wouldn't notice?" she murmured. "Sniffing me. Running away every time I stir."
His ears pressed back. His claws scraped lightly against the floor.
"You really need this, don't you?" Her strokes quickened, slick and deliberate. "Poor thing."
Spike whimpered. His legs trembled under the pressure. His knot pushed tight against the toy's base, thick and straining.
Then it happened.
His body jerked forward. A hot rush of cum filled the onahole, thick and heavy, pulsing in waves. His whines rose with each spurt, his hips bucking shallowly, then stuttering as his strength gave out. She didn't stop right away. She kept working him through it, her wrist slick with sweat and cum, until the last twitch left his cock quivering inside the toy.
Only then did she slow.
She eased her grip, letting his cock slip free with a sticky pop. His knot was fully engorged now, throbbing visibly. His body sank to the floor beside her, limbs loose, chest heaving.
Ahsoka looked down at the onahole, now heavy and sloshing with thick seed. She flicked it once with her fingertip, watching the fluid shift inside the silicone.
"Messy," she muttered, her tone flat and tired, then reached out and scratched behind Spike's ears.
He leaned into her touch, panting softly. His eyes slipped half-closed, and his breath slowed as the last tremors of release faded through his frame. His body sagged, no longer driven by urgency.
She shifted back onto the cot, curling one leg beneath her. Spike climbed up beside her without needing to be called. His fur was warm against her skin, still damp with heat. The sharp, musky scent of canine cum lingered in the air, strong and real. He pressed himself close to her thigh, still twitching slightly in the aftermath.
Ahsoka leaned into the wall and let her fingers wander across his fur. She traced idle shapes without thinking, her palm gliding in smooth, slow strokes. She closed her eyes, steadying her breathing.
Spike's chest rose and fell beside her. His warmth spread across her hip. She ran her fingers behind his ears again, then opened her eyes and glanced toward the sealed door.
She shifted her weight and rolled onto her stomach. Her cheek rested against the edge of the pillow, arms stretched forward. Her hips lifted slightly as she adjusted. One knee slid outward just far enough to give her room. Her trousers were already low on her hips from sleep. She pushed them down farther, not all the way off, only until the full curve of her ass was bare.
She didn't speak or signal. She didn't need to.
Spike stirred. His head lifted. His breathing changed.
She felt it in the air before she felt it on her skin. The room grew hotter around her. His breath brushed across the back of her thighs. Then came the soft scrape of his claws against the cot as he moved closer. His nose touched the base of her spine, followed by a sharp inhale.
He took a second breath. Then a third. His tongue followed, dragging across the underside of one cheek, slow and wet.
Ahsoka's fingers curled against the mattress. She exhaled through her nose and spoke, quiet but clear.
"You've got one chance. Make it count."
She reached back with one hand, her arm curling beneath the curve of her raised hip. Her fingers wrapped around his cock, already hard again, still slick with lingering wetness from the toy. It throbbed in her grip, the head flushed and swollen, heat radiating into her palm. A fresh bead of precum spilled from the tip and slid over her knuckles as she angled him upward, not toward her pussy, but to the tighter entrance above.
She dragged the head along the cleft of her ass, guiding him firmly, letting him feel exactly where she wanted him.
The blunt tip pressed against her asshole, slick and pulsing, already pushing for more.
Her breath caught. She angled her hips upward, letting her body receive the pressure. Her muscles tensed, but she didn't resist it. She breathed out, slowly and steadily, as the pressure increased.
Spike pushed forward.
The stretch burned immediately. Her rim resisted, tight from disuse, but her body began to yield. The head forced her open inch by inch, slick heat sliding into the tight ring of muscle. Her jaw clenched. Her eyes fluttered shut. Her body trembled beneath him.
Her voice came out rough.
"Easy... just like that."
He growled behind her, low and strained. His body pressed deeper. Inch by inch, his cock sank into her ass until the base met her skin. His knot had already begun to swell, but remained just outside.
He stayed buried inside her, unmoving. His breath came fast above her back. His shaft twitched with every pulse of arousal.
Then he began to move.
His hips drew back, then pushed forward again. Each stroke grew heavier and frantic. The sound of wet friction echoed in the tight quarters of the room. Her hands clawed at the sheets. Every thrust rocked her forward into the mattress, her breasts pressed flat, her face turned into the pillow.
She gasped with every motion. Her moans came sharp and unguarded.
The angle shifted as his rhythm built. His cock pressed deeper each time, stretching her more with every stroke. The knot bumped against her rim again and again, growing firmer, bulging larger, demanding entry.
She clenched around him, her whole body twitching with the tension.
Then he slammed forward.
The knot pressed hard, stretching her open to the edge of pain. Her body resisted. Then it gave.
The knot forced its way inside her.
Ahsoka cried out into the sheets. Her back arched sharply. Her hands gripped the mattress as her rim locked tight behind the knot, sealing them together.
Her body shuddered. She could feel every twitch of his cock. She could feel her ass pulsing around him, clenching down, refusing to let go.
Spike jerked once, then again.
And then he came.
The first pulse hit deep inside her. Then another, as thick, molten spurts of cum filled her ass, each one hotter than the last. Her belly tensed as the heat pooled inside her, wave after wave spilling into her, trapped by the knot. Her eyes stayed closed. Her breathing broke apart in short, open-mouthed gasps.
He stayed on top of her, locked to her, chest pressed to her back. One paw rested on her hip. His weight kept her pinned as the last few spurts filled her.
She didn't move as she couldn't. Her body trembled beneath him.
The knot throbbed inside her. Her ass stayed stretched, sealed tight around him, plugged full.
She swallowed, throat dry.
"Good boy," she whispered.
Thank you for reading.
Two other omakes for this series are available exclusively on Patre*n and K*-fi for interested readers. Another omake may be on the way (Ehehe). All of this is part of a Ren'Py game you might one day get to play.