The room was quiet, the sun streaming through the window, casting a warm glow upon the familiar surroundings. I sat up, my heart still pounding, my breath coming in short gasps. I took a moment to steady myself, my hands resting on my knees as I drew in deep, calming breaths.

"It was just a dream," I whispered to myself, my voice shaking. "A nightmare, nothing more."

But even as I spoke the words, I knew they were not entirely true. The vision I had seen was more than just a dream, it was a glimpse into the future, a future where my friends lay dead, their blood on my hands.

I buried my head in my hands, my shoulders shaking as the weight of my guilt threatened to consume me. I had seen the future before, little glimpses, moments that Dr. Wu and his scientists had not put in me. Neither had Count Dooku. No, these visions were mine alone.

I knew that my past haunted me, my actions as a weapon of the Sith, but I also knew that I had changed. I was no longer the creature of darkness I had once been. I had found the light, and with it, a purpose greater than myself.

I raised my head, my eyes steely with determination. "I will not let this future come to pass," I vowed, my voice steady, my gaze fixed on the window, the sun a beacon of hope. "I will change it, and together, we will forge a brighter path."

I rose to my feet, my body still trembling, but my resolve unwavering. I would not let the darkness consume me, I would not let my friends fall. I would use my powers for good, and together, we would shape a future where the light of the Force shone bright, banishing the shadows that threatened to engulf us.

And with a surge of determination, I strode from the room, my heart filled with purpose, my mind set on a path that would lead us all towards the light.

But before I could take another step towards the door, I stopped, a sudden realization washing over me. I need to get dressed, I thought, a wave of embarrassment washing over me. Stars above, what is wrong with me?

With a shake of my head, I turned and made my way to my wardrobe, my movements slow as I shook off the remnants of the dream. I took my time, ensuring every detail was perfect, and even took a moment to shower, the warm water soothing my frayed nerves.

Soon enough, I was presentable, my hair styled, my clothes immaculate. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the day ahead, and stepped out of my chamber, my heart lighter than it had been just moments ago.

I had barely taken a step when I almost collided with Anakin, his hand reaching out to steady me. "Ah, there you are," he beamed, his eyes bright with enthusiasm. "Come, we are needed in the mess hall."

I blinked, taken aback by his sudden appearance, but allowed him to lead me through the corridors, my mind still processing the dream's lingering effects. As we entered the mess hall, the familiar faces of Obi-Wan and Ahsoka came into view, along with a man I had not seen before but whose name I knew.

"Master Plo," Anakin said, bringing me before the Kel Dor Jedi Master. "This is Nyx."

Master Plo turned towards me, his eyes keen and intelligent. I offered him a smile, a gesture of greeting and respect. "Hello," I said, my voice steady, my eyes taking in his distinctive features.

Master Plo inclined his head in a respectful greeting. "It is an honor to finally meet you, Commander Nyx," he said, his voice carrying a note of warmth. "I have heard much about your skills and your unique connection to the Force."

I inclined my head in acknowledgment, my eyes never leaving his. "The honor is mine, Master Plo," I replied, my voice carrying a tone of gratitude. "I have heard tales of your wisdom and your dedication to the Jedi Order."

He gave a soft smile, his eyes warm and kind. "Perhaps we shall have the opportunity to discuss such matters further," he said, his voice gentle and inviting. "But for now, let us join our companions and partake in the meal that awaits us."

I nodded, my eyes taking in the bustling mess hall, the troopers eating and conversing, the scent of food filling the air. Together, we made our way towards the table, my mind still processing the dream's lingering echoes, but my heart lightened by the presence of my friends and the promise of a meal to come.

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Master Plo's keen eyes assessed me as he took in my response, his fingers steepled before him. "So, you're telling me you haven't really trained in the Jedi arts that well, then?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity.

I rubbed my neck, a slight smile playing on my lips. "Well, Master Obi-Wan is a great teacher," I said, my eyes flicking to where Obi-Wan sat, his presence a comforting anchor in the room. "It's just that he's needed on the front lines more than back here at the temple."

Master Plo steepled his fingers before him, his eyes never leaving mine. "Indeed, Obi-Wan is a formidable Jedi Knight," he said, his voice steady. "But you, my young friend, are needed too. The Jedi Order requires your unique skills and perspective."

I inclined my head, my eyes holding his gaze. "I understand, Master Plo," I said, my voice steady. "And I am honored to serve the Jedi Order in any way I can."

He gave a soft smile, his eyes warm and kind. "Your skills are unique, Nyx," he said, his voice carrying a note of admiration. "Your connection to the Force is unlike any I have encountered before. It is a gift that must be nurtured and honed."

I felt a warmth spread through me at his words, a sense of belonging and purpose. "Thank you, Master Plo," I said, my voice carrying a tone of gratitude. "I am committed to the Jedi path, and I will continue to train and grow, both in the ways of the Force and in my combat skills."

He nodded, his eyes shining with approval. "That is all I ask, young one," he said, his voice gentle. "Your dedication to the Jedi path is evident, and I have no doubt that you will become a powerful Jedi Knight in your own right."

I gave a soft smile, my eyes shining with determination. "Thank you, Master Plo," I said, my voice steady. "Your guidance and support mean a great deal to me."

He inclined his head, his eyes warm and encouraging. "Then let us continue our meal, and perhaps, we shall have the opportunity to discuss the Jedi path further," he said, his voice inviting. "For the Jedi Order is strongest when we stand united, each bringing our unique skills and perspectives to the table."

I nodded, my eyes taking in the bustling mess hall, the troopers eating and conversing, the scent of food filling the air. Together, we made our way back to the table, my mind still processing Master Plo's words, my heart filled with a sense of purpose and determination.

As the meal drew to a close, I offered my heartfelt thanks to my friends for their company and prepared to take my leave. But just as I was about to depart, Anakin's gentle touch on my hand halted me in my tracks.

"Wait," he said, his voice soft and warm. "Let me walk you to the barracks. Fives and Echo have been eager to see you ever since you took Tup and Dogma under your wing."

I paused, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Really?"

Anakin nodded, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "They want the same treatment you gave the others."

Intrigued, I allowed him to lead me away from the table, bowing respectfully to the masters before we departed. As we strolled through the corridors, Anakin leaned close, his breath tickling my ear.

"They've heard about your unique methods," he whispered, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "They're curious, to say the least."

My heart raced at the thought of tending to Fives and Echo. I had grown fond of them during my time with the clones, and the idea of offering them solace and comfort filled me with a sense of purpose.

"I'd be happy to oblige," I murmured, my voice steady despite the butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

Anakin's hand found mine once more, his fingers intertwining with mine. Together, we made our way to the barracks, our footsteps echoing softly on the polished floors. The anticipation hung heavy in the air, and I knew that whatever awaited me there, it would be an experience to remember.

"And perhaps, if you don't mind, I'd like to join in as well," Anakin added, his voice low and husky.

I blinked, stopping in my tracks. "Anakin, you're a Jedi," I said slowly, my heart pounding in my chest.

Anakin snorted, a mischievous glint in his eye. "So are you, but that didn't stop you from sharing your bed with Tup and Dogma. Fives and Echo have heard about your methods, and they're curious. What's the harm in one more?"

I hissed in frustration, my eyes narrowing. "Anakin, you don't understand. With Tup and Dogma, I was teaching them a lesson. They had crossed a line and needed to be disciplined. Fives and Echo haven't done anything to warrant that kind of treatment."

Anakin's gaze intensified, his hand tightening on mine. "But they want it, Ahsoka. They want to experience what the others have. And as for me, well... I'm no stranger to bending the rules when it comes to matters of the heart."

My breath quickened as I considered his words. Anakin was right; I had already crossed lines that Jedi were not supposed to cross. But the thought of involving him in my unconventional methods made my head spin.

"Anakin, this is different," I insisted, my voice wavering. "You haven't crossed any of my lines yet. But if you join me, everything changes."

Anakin's thumb stroked my hand gently. "I know," he said softly. "And that's why I'm asking. I trust you, Nyx. I want to explore this side of myself with you."

The air between us crackled with tension, and I knew that my decision would shape the course of our relationship forever.

"You really like me, don't you?" I asked, my voice soft and hesitant as I drew my hand from his, turning away to stare out at the bustling corridor. Clones and Jedi passed by, unaware of the turmoil within me.

"I'd be willing to break some rules just to have you in my bed," Anakin murmured, his breath warm against my ear.

I shook my head, my heart heavy with conflicting emotions. "You don't understand, Anakin. It's not just about liking. There's so much more at stake here."

Closing my eyes, I took a steadying breath, feeling the weight of his gaze on my back. "I don't know if you've noticed, but there are a lot of feelings involved. This isn't just a casual tryst for me."

Anakin's arms wrapped around my waist, his touch sending shivers down my spine as he whispered, "Yes, I've noticed. And I feel it, too."

His hands slid under my shirt, his fingers gently caressing my skin. "Nyx, I'm drawn to you in a way I've never experienced before. It scares me, but it also excites me. I want to explore this connection, regardless of the consequences."

My breath hitched as his lips brushed the sensitive skin of my neck. "I know it's risky, but I'm willing to take that chance. I want you, and I want to feel what it's like to be with someone who understands me on such a deep level."

The warmth of his embrace enveloped me, and I found myself wanting to surrender to the pull between us. But even as I yearned to give in, a part of me remained cautious, afraid of the potential fallout.

"Anakin," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. "This changes everything."

Anakin's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Good, then this won't hurt."

Before I could respond, he took my hand and dragged me into a nearby room, causing me to yelp as I nearly lost my balance. To my surprise and horror, I found myself facing half of the 501st Legion. I turned to Anakin, my eyes wide with shock.

"I thought you said only Fives and Echo," I hissed, my heart pounding in my chest.

Anakin smirked, his thumb gently rubbing my cheek. "Well, I may have mentioned to the boys what I saw in Tup and Dogma's minds. They were already telling their brothers all about that experience, my friend. But don't worry, this time we're here to take care of you."

I felt a flush of embarrassment as I realized the extent of their knowledge. "But—" I began to protest, but Anakin cut me off.

"This isn't a punishment, Nyx," he said softly, his eyes filled with tenderness. "You don't need to be alone in this. We want to show you that you're loved and cared for."

As I stood there, surrounded by the clones I had come to consider friends, I felt a wave of emotion wash over me. These men had seen me at my strongest and my most vulnerable, and yet they still respected and admired me.

"You don't need to be not loved," Anakin continued, his voice gentle. "Let us give you the same comfort and pleasure you've given to others."

My heart softened at his words, and I realized that this was their way of expressing their gratitude and affection. Despite the unconventional nature of the situation, I knew that I could trust these men, and I found myself wanting to surrender to the warmth and camaraderie they offered.

Rex's deep voice rumbled behind me, and I felt his large hand gently rest on my lower back. "Commander, are you alright? We won't proceed if this isn't what you want."

I turned to face him, my eyes searching his weathered features. Rex had always been a pillar of support and a father figure to me. His concern was evident, and I knew that he would respect my decision, whatever it may be.

"Rex," I began, my voice soft and steady. "I appreciate your concern. But I want you to know that this isn't about me being uncomfortable. It's just—"

I hesitated, searching for the right words to express my conflicting emotions. "It's just that I never expected this. I've always been the one taking care of others, and now..."

I trailed off, my gaze dropping to the floor as I struggled to articulate my thoughts. I felt a surge of warmth and affection from the clones gathered around us, and it struck me that they wanted to return the favor, to show me the same kindness and support I had shown them.

"I'm touched, truly," I said, my voice thick with emotion. "And I trust you all. But it's still a lot to process."

Rex's hand remained on my back, offering silent reassurance. "We understand, Commander. Take all the time you need. We're not going anywhere."

His words brought a smile to my lips, and I felt a sense of comfort and camaraderie amidst the unusual situation. These men were my brothers-in-arms, and their willingness to put my needs first, even in this intimate setting, touched me deeply.

The clones cheered and some blushed as I posed the question, my voice deep and resonant in my new form. Anakin laughed, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he rubbed his hands along my shoulders, now broader and more muscular.

"Any form that's big enough for all of us," he said, his voice laced with anticipation.

I smirked, my sharp teeth glinting in the light. "As you wish."

With a nod, I shifted my weight and allowed the transformation to take hold. Bones snapped and muscles bulged, reshaping my body into that of a massive winged wolf. Black scales gleamed in the dim light, contrasting with the soft fur that smoothed along my limbs. My wings spread wide, casting a shadow over the gathered clones, and I lowered myself to the ground, laying on my back and opening myself up to them.

"Do whatever you want," I said, my voice a low growl. "I'm yours for the taking."

I let my wings drape over the clones, offering them comfort and protection. My legs spread wide, inviting them to explore, and I laid my massive head on the ground, staring directly into Anakin's eyes.

"I'm yours," I repeated, my breath coming in short pants. "Take what you desire."

The clones approached with reverence, their eyes wide with awe and desire. They ran their hands over my scales and fur, their fingers gentle despite their eagerness. Anakin stepped forward, his gaze locked with mine, and I knew that this experience would forever bind us together.

As they touched and caressed me, I felt a surge of pleasure and satisfaction. I had offered myself to them, and they had accepted with open arms. It was a testament to our unique bond, forged in battle and strengthened by mutual respect and affection.

Anakin's hands smoothed over my head fur, his touch gentle and soothing. I closed my eyes, a deep purr rumbling in my throat, expressing my contentment.

Fives' laughter filled the room, drawing my attention. "Hear that, lads? The big girl is purring!"

The other clones joined in, their laughter echoing off the walls. I let out a whine of embarrassment and lashed my tail at Fives' midriff, eliciting a yelp from him.

"Ow!" he exclaimed, rubbing his stomach.

I gurgled a laugh, my eyes sparkling with amusement. Anakin shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. "Easy now, Fives. Or she might punish you worse."

The clones quieted, their eyes flicking between Anakin and me. I could sense their curiosity and anticipation. They knew that I had a playful side, but they had also witnessed my strength and power. The idea of being on the receiving end of my "punishment" was both thrilling and intimidating for them.

I let out a low growl, my tail twitching playfully. "Don't worry, Fives. I won't hurt you... much."

The clones chuckled, their nervousness dissipating. They understood that my threat was playful, a part of the game we were all engaged in. As I lay there, surrounded by their warmth and affection, I felt a sense of belonging and acceptance. These men were my family, and in that moment, I knew that our bond was unbreakable.

I yelped in surprise as I felt Echo's fingers part my nether lips, exposing my slick folds. "Oh, damn, you're already wet for us, Cy'rika," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Well, that was unexpected, I thought, my eyes widening in surprise. That shy lump of love is the first to actually touch me where I need it.

A soft yip escaped my throat as Echo continued his exploration, using his tongue to tease and pleasure me. It was a strange sensation, feeling his head between my legs when I could easily crush him with my superior strength. But the contrast of his delicate touch against my powerful form only heightened the experience.

I shifted slightly, spreading my legs wider to grant him better access. The sensation of his tongue lapping at my sensitive folds sent shivers down my spine, and I found myself wanting more.

"Echo," I breathed, my voice hoarse with need. "Please, don't stop."

His response was a soft moan, his tongue delving deeper, tasting and exploring. The sensation was overwhelming, and I felt my muscles tense as pleasure coursed through my body.

The other clones watched with rapt attention, their eyes gleaming with desire. They knew that Echo was treading on dangerous ground, but they also understood the depth of our connection. This was a sacred moment, a testament to the trust and affection we shared.

As Echo continued to pleasure me, I let out a low growl, my tail twitching with anticipation. I wanted to feel them all, to experience the unique touch of each clone. But for now, I surrendered to the sensations Echo was expertly eliciting, my body trembling on the brink of release.

Anakin's chuckle filled the room, but I could smell the arousal emanating from him and the other clones. "Guys, you take her holes, I'll take her mouth," he ordered, his voice thick with desire.

I heard the shuffling of feet and the clanking of armor as the clones began to undress, their anticipation palpable. My ears twitched at the sound, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. It seemed that I was in for quite the pampering tonight.

Anakin's hand gently patted the side of my jaw, his eyes locking with mine. "Open up, baby girl," he murmured, his breath washing over my face.

I obeyed, parting my jaws wide, my fangs glistening in the dim light. Anakin gasped as he took in the sight, spit and saliva dripping from my fangs. "You have a longer tongue than I thought," he grunted, his eyes darkening with desire as he began to undress.

The clones moved closer, their eyes hungry as they took in the sight of my exposed form. I felt their hands caressing my scales and fur, their fingers gently probing, seeking entry. I let out a low growl, my body trembling with anticipation.

Anakin stepped forward, his arousal evident as he positioned himself in front of me. "Suck, baby," he commanded, his voice hoarse.

I obliged, wrapping my lips around his length, my tongue swirling and teasing. The taste of him sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I moaned, the vibrations reverberating through my throat and along his shaft.

The clones wasted no time, their fingers and tongues exploring my nether regions, stroking and teasing, driving me to the brink of ecstasy. I was surrounded by their touch, their desire, and their love. It was overwhelming, and I knew that this night would be forever etched in my memory.

One of my wings twitched as a clone stroked his hands over the delicate feathers, but I kept my eyes closed, focusing on the pleasure I was giving Anakin. I sucked him harder, my sharp teeth grazing his sensitive skin, eliciting moans and twitches from him.

The touch on my wings, the gentle caresses on my nether regions, and the clones' attentive care ensured that I was thoroughly pleasured. I let out a whine that carried throughout the room, either driving away the clones who were too shy to join or intensifying Anakin's arousal even further.

Anakin's hands tangled in my hair, guiding my movements as he thrust gently into my mouth. "That's it, baby," he groaned, his voice strained with desire. "Take all of me."

I obliged, relaxing my throat to accommodate his length, my tongue swirling and flicking. The taste of him, the feel of his hardness against my tongue, sent shivers down my spine.

The clones continued their ministrations, their fingers and tongues working in tandem to bring me to the brink. The sensation of being surrounded by their touch, of being worshipped and adored, was overwhelming. I felt powerful and desired, and I knew that these men would do anything to please me.

My whines and moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure. The clones worked in unison, their hands and mouths moving in a rhythmic dance, driving me closer and closer to the edge. I could feel the tension building within me, the coils of pleasure tightening, ready to snap and release a torrent of sensations.

Anakin's breath quickened, his hips bucking slightly as he neared his peak. "I'm close, baby," he panted, his fingers tightening in my hair. "Swallow it all."

I purred in response, my eyes still closed, savoring the moment. I wanted to taste him, to feel him explode on my tongue, and I knew that my reward was imminent.

Soon enough, Anakin climaxed, and I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him. Some of his release dribbled from the corners of my mouth, but I lapped it up with my tongue, ensuring not a single drop was wasted.

As I drew my head back, his cock softening, he slumped to the ground, breathing heavily, his head tipped backward. "Damn, sweetheart, I knew you'd be good at this, but stars above," he chuckled, his voice laced with satisfaction.

I didn't respond with words, only whines and whimpers as one of the clones finally entered me, his cock sliding into my depths. The sensation sent me over the edge, and my cum spilled onto the floor like a rushing river, drenching the clones who were positioned below me.

The clones groaned and moaned, their hands roaming over my body, their cocks sliding in and out of my holes. I was surrounded by their desire, their pleasure, and my own. The room was filled with the sounds of our passion, the scent of our arousal heavy in the air.

Anakin recovered quickly, his eyes dark with desire as he watched the clones take their turns with me. He stroked himself back to hardness, his gaze fixed on the sight of my wings spread wide, my body trembling with pleasure.

"Your turn again, baby," he murmured, stepping forward. "Suck me dry once more."

I obliged, opening my mouth wide, my tongue flicking out to taste him. Anakin groaned, his hips thrusting gently as he fed his length into my waiting mouth. The taste of him, mixed with the lingering flavor of my own release, sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I moaned, my eyes rolling back in my head.

The clones worked in unison, their movements synchronized as they sought their own release. I was theirs to pleasure, and I relished the feeling of being desired and cherished by these men who had become my family.

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It was well into the night before we finally concluded our passionate encounter. Those clones had an impressive amount of stamina, and I was grateful for the abundance of slick I could provide to accommodate their desires. Now, I lay spent, my soft fur providing a comfortable resting place for the exhausted clones. Anakin snuggled into the crook of my forepaw, his head resting against my neck, his hands buried in my fur.

"Thank you for this, Nyx," he whispered, his voice heavy with satisfaction. "It was really, really good."

I rumbled softly in response, cuddling closer to them, my wings tenting over the group to provide a sense of enclosure and darkness. The clones murmured their agreement, their hands gently stroking my fur, their bodies relaxed and sated.

"That was incredible," Fives breathed, his voice muffled as he nuzzled into my side. "You're amazing, Nyx."

I purred, my eyes closing in contentment. The feeling of being surrounded by their warmth and affection filled me with a deep sense of peace and belonging. These men had become my family, and I would do anything to protect and care for them.

Echo shifted slightly, his hand resting on my shoulder. "You okay there, Nyx? We didn't hurt you, did we?"

I shook my head, my wings fluttering gently. "No, I'm fine. Just tired. It's been a while since I've had such an intense session."

Anakin's hand gently stroked my neck. "You were amazing, Nyx. We all needed this. Thank you for giving us this gift."

I nuzzled him gently, my eyes half-lidded. "You're welcome. I'm glad I could provide some pleasure and comfort. You all deserve it."

The clones murmured their agreement, their voices soft and drowsy. As I listened to their gentle breathing, I felt a sense of satisfaction and love. This night would forever be etched in my memory, a reminder of the deep bond we shared.