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Chapter 23

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I've been spending most of my time over the last week, getting high with Hermione, reading on the holo-net, and taking care of Marla. She eats constantly. She appeared to be an omnivore, because she took to bits of fruit and little chunks of rabbit meat fairly quickly.

I played with Marla in the living room. She was pulling herself into a standing position while I sat on the floor nearby, taking big rips off my bong. I exhaled into Marla's face to see if I could get her high. She giggled as she swiped at the smoke with one hand.

Little Marla grinned as I held my arms out for her. She pushed off the couch and reached for me. Letting go of the couch, she reached for me. She squealed loudly as she took a stumbling first step. I picked her up with a smile and swung her muscular little body around in the air as she continued to squeal.

Squealing was her new thing over the last two days. She finally seemed to figure out that she controlled the funny noises coming out of her mouth. I figured this out quickly, as I legilimized her, daily, to practice my non-human legilimency. Hermione didn't have the same affection for her as I did, But that was fine. Hermione loved anything I loved.

And I loved little blue furred Marla as much as I used to love my dog, Wednesday Addams, in my past life. I even taught Marla how to play fetch. I would throw a ball, she would crawl after it, bring it back to me in her mouth, and I would give her a treat.

She was very clever for a three week old.

“Good Girl, Marla.” I said, congratulating her on her first step. I made little airplane noises as I swung her around the room. “Lets go eat lunch, then, nap-time.” I said as my munchies started to distract me.

I held Marla's little clawed hands in mine as I walked her to the table set up in my weed garden behind the house. “One, I want some ice-cream for Marla and a rabbit cheeseburger with chips for me.” One, who was always following me, answered with a “Yes, Sir!”

I blew some more smoke into Marla's face as we waited for the food to arrive. She reached for the bong as she giggled uncontrollably. I let poured out the bong water and let her chew on the glass mouthpiece as I lit the bowl for her. She was teething. She inhaled and accidentally took her first real hit of weed. She coughed for a moment, before giggling again.

“Liked that did you?” I asked her as One popped over with our food. “I'll make a little stoner out of you, yes I will.” I let her dig into the chocolate ice-cream with her clawed hands and shovel it into her cute little chubby cheeked face. I noticed Hermione watching.

“You'll make a good daddy one day, you know?” Hermione said. I agreed as I blew another puff of smoke at little Marla's face.

“Yeah, I will.” I grinned at Hermione. “Have you picked out where we are going to apply for school, yet?”

Hermione shook her head. “We are rich enough to afford the best schools.” She shrugged. “And the best is a toss-up between three schools. I'm leaning towards Coruscant Institute of Technology, however they need you to be able to afford it and be smart enough to test into it.”

I rolled my eyes. “We could grab a couple of teachers and sacrifice them.” I optioned.

“The other two schools are more for the rich and powerful.” Hermione continued as if she hadn't heard me. “Second is the Corusca Sector Senior College. It's a school in orbit of the planet and for the ultra-rich. It would let us mingle with the children of some of the most powerful people in the galaxy.”

“That could be useful”, I acknowledged.

“Last is the Coruscant Academy of Science. They research some truly cutting edge stuff there. Like the Institute of Technology, you have to test in, but they study more than just technology there. They go into biology and other sciences as well.”

“And if teachers start to go missing from any on those schools, people will notice.” She continued as I opened my mouth to talk about skipping school and just sacrificing a few aliens of a specie I find distasteful that were familiar with the tested subjects.

“We'll sacrifice a graduate of the Academy of Science and the Institute of technology, and apply to the Corusca Sector Senior College.” I said as I swished my wand at the very messy Mardukan baby. The ice-cream vanished off her fur, claws and pudgy face. “Its best to get established with powerful people if we are still going to approach the Jedi, or have them approach us as it were.”

I had no wish to be under the thumb of another Dark Lord. If the Jedi were out in the open like they were, in their war against the Sith, they could easily be Dark Lords in hiding , battling other Dark Lords. I had memories of far worse and far grander deceptions as a Goa'uld. They lied to an entire galaxy as well, claiming they were gods.

People were always dumb enough to believe them. The Jedi could be pretending to be benevolent like the Goa'uld pretended to be Gods. I was too paranoid about Dark Lords to take the chance just yet.

“I think that could work.” Hermione said. “I will research likely targets.”

I picked up Marla and said “That sounds good, Hermione.” I looked down at Marla. “Its time for your nap.” I started to carry her to the house.

Marla bared her sharp little teeth in a cute little snarl on her pudgy baby face. “No.” I stopped walking.

“Did you hear that Hermione, She just said her first word!” I exclaimed. “She said no!” I swung her around in the air again as she giggled.

Hermione shook her head. “Soon she will be chattering away, asking questions.” Hermione sighed. “walking around and getting into every thing.”

I smiled at little Marla. “No nap you say?” I took the stoned baby Mardukan inside and went up to Hermione and I's room where I kept me weed. I looked through my chest of drawers while Marla teethed on the empty bong. I pulled out a bag labeled, 'Trainwreck/Alaskan Thunder-Fuck hybrid'. I loaded it into the empty water pipe Marla was chewing on and lit it up.

'Lets see her stay awake after that' I thought.

She was passed out in a few minutes.

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It was a cold day on the surface of Kessel.

It took two weeks of tunneling to reach the cold prison world. It was an infamous prison colony. One of the most valuable minerals in the galaxy was mined here. The spice as it was called, was used in a large variety of medicinal applications. it was a stimulant of tremendous power to humans. To other races it had a vast number of different effects. From hallucinogens used by Hutts to aphrodisiacs for Wookies.

To humans, it had the same effects as cocaine in it's raw form. When processed, it did anything from cure depression to restarting hearts and extending the human lifespan. I really, really wanted some. But that wasn't why I was here. I was here to pull off the one of the sneakiest prison breaks in the history of Kessel.

I had a list of 200 men and women from Hermione. They were not confirmed to still be alive somewhere in the Kessel prison. I needed to snatch at least 2, but I wanted at least 8. They were all former scientists or expert technicians in one form or another. All were convicted of capital murder. The death-rates on Kessel are very high. I would be lucky if I found two on the list, the chances of finding 8, would be very low.

There were gas pockets scattered through the tunnels that would explode at a single spark. That made the mining unsuitable for droids. Droids often malfunctioned in some minor part or another and gave off a small spark. The droids would also be attacked by the giant spice spiders that haunted the tunnels. The giant spiders lived mostly off the flesh of the miners sent into the tunnels to mine the precious ore.

Even more dangerous than the spice spiders was starvation. The prisoners exchanged the ore they mined daily for food rations from the heavily armed guard outposts. If you didn't get any ore, you didn't eat. If you got ore, a bigger and meaner prisoner was likely to take the ore from you. Prisoners with needs for a large amount of food like Wookies and Mardukans were forced to either mine themselves to death in the spider infested tunnels, steal ore from weaker species, or starve.

It was cold, dark, and brutal. It reminded me of Malfoy Manor.

Hermione was keeping watch on my quickly growing pet Mardukan in orbit while I explored the surface of the planet for signs of my targets. I held out my wand in my palm.

"Point me Jon Riter." My wand stayed inert.

Damn. He was an expert in droid construction and mathematics. I really wanted to sacrifice that guy. He was a child rapist and serial killer. Not that I was really one to talk about being a serial killer... and thinking of Hermione, that was almost as bad as rape. My actions had led to Voldemort's second rise to power and a whole lot of rape had occurred since then.

And I had Faulkner stick that wand up Higgs' ass and cast a few pain curses. That was technically rape, wasn't it?

"Point me Tate Chanum" Still no movement.

God dammit, this was going to be along night. After forty-three more names, I got a moving wand.

The name was Cherriwock. He was a Wookie and an expert at hyperspace aeronautics and antimatter annihilators. I looked forward to learning about antimatter. it was a hotly debated concept in my first life. The hyper-drive aeronautics could be very helpful with understanding the underlying physics behind portkeying and tunneling.

I hopped on my nimbus 2002 and started following my wand. The warming charm was barely sufficient to keep me from freezing. I shivered in the wind as the thin atmosphere of Kessel. The wand led me for hours of flight north. I had to layer three warming charms to keep me warm through my thin robes.

Eventually, I started to see light on the horizon. I tapped my head with my wand and felt a cool sensation as a disillusionment charm covered me. I flew closer to the light. I could make out a row of tents flapping in the cold wind. The camp of tents stank like shit. My wand led me to a ring of tents around a large bonfire of burning coal. I could see a large group of a twenty or so Wookies huddled together to share the warmth of the fire.

I jumped down from my broom and walked up to the group slowly. My wand pointed at a particularly tall and thin Wookie with salt and pepper fur. I needed this Wookie alive. I considered the fastest way to take out the other prisoners and take the old Wookie hostage. He was in the middle of the group, with his arms wrapped around a female, as she shivered in the cold.

The Wookies started to growl as they scented marijuana and death-sticks. The Female in Cherriwock's arms pointed in my direction as the shivering Wookies started to howl at the invisable threat they could smell drawing nearer. I mounted the broom once more as I identified the salt and pepper furred Wookie named Cherriwock.

I flicked my wand and summoned Cherriwock into the air. The Wookies looked up and pointed at the silhouette my body made against the rising sun behind me. A few of them shrieked as Cherriwock was lifted into the air. One pooped into visibility, floating in the air next to me. “Sir, Mistress be having some problems with young mistress Marla and be calling for you.”

One of the Wookies on the ground grabbed a flaming log out of the bonfire and threw it at the floating elf with a loud howling bark. One snapped his fingers and the burning log went smashing back into the Wookie who threw it. He fell to the rocky cold ground and began to roll around as his fur lit on fire. The other Wookies scattered into the surrounding landscape of guard towers and tents. The female stayed and stared up in horror at the floating form of Cherriwock. I decided to take her too.

I summoned her to float in the air next to Cherriwock. They reached out for each other as they roared in fear.

I released the disillusionment spell with a twitch of my nose, and drew my wand. “Tell her I'll be there momentarily.” I told the patiently waiting elf. “I need to wrap this up, first.” I flicked my wand at the now howling Wookie floating in the air. It shrunk slowly until it was the size of a Barbie doll.

I thought of what kind of trouble Marla could be in and flicked a coin at the floating doll-sized criminal mastermind. The portkey kicked in as soon as it touched the miniature Wookie and portkeyed him into a warded doll-house set up in the basement. Hermione had thought it would be easier to store prisoners that way instead of full sized due to the unnatural strength and regeneration of some alien species.

“Freedom.” I spoke before the world began to spin into an amazing array of color. I landed on my feet, in my weed garden to see Hermione waving at me frantically.

“She has hit puberty!” Hermione yelled half hysterical. “She woke up this morning doing it and I can't stop her!” Hermione looked ready to sob. “I don't know what to do.”

I made calming motions with my hands at Hermione. “Calm down Hermione. Just explain whats wrong.” I gave Hermione a hug, and she stiffened. That was irregular. She usually relaxed when I hugged her. “It can't be that bad.”

Hermione pulled back from me and fixed me with a stare. “It is worse than you think.” Hermione winced. “She is in her room...” Hermione paused “doing 'it'...” Hermione blushed bright red. “with her bedpost.”

I blinked.

“I'm sorry. What did you say?” I shook my head a little and grimaced at the imagery my mind made up. “Could you repeat that again?”

“Go look for yourself!” Hermione yelled suddenly. “She is your pet. You take care of her.” Hermione began stalking away. “I'm going to the library to study the body enhancement ritual and it's possible interactions with the ingredients of the wit sharpening potion.” Hermione looked a lot better all of a sudden. “You go look for yourself.”

Hermione began stalking into the house through the back door, in a huff. “It's your pet, it's your problem.” She sounded relieved as she spoke back over her shoulder.

I stood there, rooted to the spot, stunned. What the fuck did she just say? My mind refused to answer. “What the fuck just happened?” I asked myself.

“Little mistress Marla be doing with a bedpost what you be doing in the shower with your hand.” One dutifully answered me, as he leaned out from behind the weed bush he was hiding behind. “She be getting very loud, Sir.”

My sweet little baby Marla was what?

I ran into the house in a hurry to reach Marla's room. I thought of her growth in the last couple of weeks. She was a little taller than I was in my human form. Her fur had darkened from baby blue into a brighter, more neon blue, color. She had grown a thick layer of fat over her little baby Mardukan muscles in the last couple of weeks with her growth spurt.

She was speaking in full sentences and learning to read from Hermione for an hour or so every day. Her hairless little baby face had matured a little into the face of a ten or eleven year old. She was still learning right from wrong and had the mentality of a six year old, I'd estimate.

I thought of Charl's early memories. She had woken up one morning with her father inside of her, saying it was her first heat. She was around a month and a half old then and did not actually understand Galactic Basic very well. No one spent time and taught her like I spent the time everyday to teach Marla.

I finally reached her door and entered without knocking. I couldn't help but stare. The smell of the room hit me like a brick in the face. It literally reeked of female... juices.

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I felt my mouth begin to water at the scene in front of me. Marla moaned as she held a broken piece of the bed and jabbed it into herself at a rapid pace. She lay on her back, with her legs in the air as she squirmed with her eyes closed.

I walked into the room and shut the door. The click of the door shutting alerted Marla that there was someone else in the room. She opened her eyes and gazed at me through glazed eyes. “Feel really weird, Daddy.” She moaned as she continued to ram the broken bedpost into herself over and over. “Feels really good.”

She had changed from the little baby she was a month ago. There were layers of fat, centered around her hips and ass that made her fat thighs jiggle with each thrust. Her chest had swollen overnight into a massive pair of melons. She was like a miniature version of her mother.

I felt my dick get hard in my pants as my pet alien masturbated with a broken piece of furniture. “It feels good, does it?” I asked as I stepped closer to the bed. “Let me show you what feels even better.”

I felt my inner Yeti's instincts take over as I transformed mid step. Yanking the broken-off bedpost out of her hand, I replaced it with a thick Yeti finger. I worked it in and out of her, slowly, as I got a feel of the inside the alien's pussy. It sucked on my finger like Marla used to suck on her bottle a month before.

“Feels good, Daddy.” Marla grunted every time my thick finger hilted inside of her. I added another finger to the slick sucking little slit. Marla's grunting became more intense as she began to shudder. “Feels so, good!” She yelled as her fat little body shuddered beneath me.

I felt my bid Yeti dick slide out from it's sheath. As a Yeti, I towered twice the height over the 6 foot Mardukan girl. She had her eyes closed as she shivered and shook through her first orgasm. I lifted her delirious body up off the bed and rolled her over onto her belly. I pulled her wide hips up into the air and tilted her so that her fat ass was raised to the sky.

I put my dick at her entrance as she looked over her shoulder. “Why Daddy stop making...” She trailed off as she saw what was about to enter her. Her eyes widened as she took in the size of my Yeti cock. Her eyes widened more as I thrust the tip inside of her.

“Oooooo Daddy.” Marla squealed as I slowly impaled the month and a half old Mardukan on my cock. I relished the hot sucking sensation as her pussy stretched to the limit. I could only jam about half my cock in before I hit the back. Marla continued to squeal into her pillow as the bed began to rock.

I watched her flabby blue furred ass jiggle in tune with my thrusts. Her internal muscles made a sucking and milking sensation as Marla began to howl in pleasure. I grunted in satisfaction as I held her round hips up in the air and watched my dick disappear into the hot little sucking hole.

I grunted for a final time and held still as I felt cum squirting into my pet's tight fuck-hole. I let go of her hips and let her collapse to the bed as I pulled out of her. Her fat ass rippled as it shuddered in continuous orgasm. She lay on her stomach panting as I transformed back into my human form.

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After transforming back into a human, I collapsed onto her naked back, with a sigh. I felt a glow inside myself. I had lived out a life-long fantasy. I was back in my clothes again, but covered in a layer of sweat and other juices. I got to my feet as Marla began to snore and leak onto the bed.

I left the room to go and shower.

Hermione stood in front of the my bedroom door, with tears in her eyes. “What were you thinking?” She hissed. “Shes just a child!” Hermione yelled.

Slapping Hermione across the face harshly, I warned. “Don't you use that tone of voice on me, Hermione.” I spat out. Hermione slumped to the floor, holding her stinging cheek as she looked up at me in shock. “Where would you be without me, Hermione?” I shook my head at her. “Dead with your parents, in a galaxy, far away from here, probably.”

Hermione started to bawl on the floor.

I crouched down in front of her. “I love you Hermione. You were my first love, and you always will be.” I wiped away a few tears from her red and swelling cheek. “You know that I love you don't you?” Hermione just stared at me in shock.

I needed to approach this from another angle.

I slapped her other cheek, in anger. Sighing at her silence, I pulled out my wand and pointed it at her face. She flinched back suddenly.

“Obliviate.”