Veggie Tales

by Bant ( bant_ja@yahoo.com )

Archive: Master Apprentice, my lj. All others, please ask.

Category: PWP, Fetish, Q/O implied, parody.

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Obi-Wan's curiosity gets the better of him.

Notes: Thanks to Oncidium for inspiring and betaing this story. See endnote for the line that launced a thousand images.

Obi-Wan bent over the vegetable patch picking out the weeds between perfect rows of neatly sown plants. Qui-Gon had been busy with meetings leaving his padawan to take care of his precious vegetables while he was gone. Obi-Wan found it quite relaxing, somewhat like meditation, allowing his mind to wander and daydream as he worked his way through the garden.

Qui-Gon had commented on how perfect the vegetables were this crop. As Obi-Wan picked his way through the cylindrical summer melons and harvested the elongated roots, he caressed their tubular forms gently feeling the sensuous texture of smooth skin and rough. Closing his eyes, he imagined Qui-Gon working his way though the vegetable Obi-wan moved his hand towards his crotch, slipping it between himself and his leggings. They were similar yet so different. What would it belike to feel someone pressed against him, in him. He wondered what Qui-Gon would be shaped like, erect. And then he knew. He must experience what it would be like to feel a penis inside him. He quickly moved though the rows picking the most perfect shaped, firmest vegetables, digging up brightly coloured conical shaped roots. One was double pronged and as interesting as it looked, he tossed it aside. He knew he wasn't ready for that one, just yet.

Gathering his tools and the basket of vegetables, Obi-Wan left the garden, rushing in his excitement to get to his quarters, leaving a trail of mud behind him. Once inside, he took the vegetables to the kitchen, washing them tenderly in warm, soapy water. He looked at the roots, wondering whether he should peel them or not, to cut the rough ends off or to leave them as they were. Not being able to make up his mind, he peeled some and scrubbed the others thoroughly, making sure they were clean of all dirt. The summer melons, lay glistening with moisture and dew drops, the green skins shining brightly on the counter top. He quickly patted them dry and gathered them up. Obi-Wan had no experience in this. He had read stories written by other padawans but is own personal experience was quite limited. Thinking back to some of the more erotic, he grabbed the extra virgin cooking oil knowing it would ease their passage.

In the privacy of his room, Obi-Wan spread the vegetables on his bedside table along with the open bottle of oil. He sat down on the bed laying his hand on them, caressing them as he stroked his sex. He felt it harden under his own touch, as he stroked the firmness of the vegetables. Before he became too aroused to concentrate, he poured the oil onto his fingers, feeling it drip sensuously between them onto the tubular roots. He picked each one up curling his fingers around it, dragging his touch up and down marveling at their shape, wondering if this is what it would be like to lubricate a lover's penis. His breath caught. Would this feel like Qui-Gon? Firmness covered by smooth skin not giving to the pressure of his hand. What would a lover feel like pressing against him, his breath hot on his neck? Gasping heavily in his ear?

Obi-Wan quickly stripped off his leggings, and opened his tunics, too excited to remove them. He propped himself up on pillows. He pushed his remaining clothing up past his chest and rubbed his oiled hand lightly up his stomach leaving a slick trail, his other hand taking hold of his penis pulling at it moving to his balls.

With a gasp, Obi-Wan pulled his hands away. He grabbed the bottle of oil and spilled it onto his other hand, making sure his fingers were well lubricated. He brought his legs up to his chest and spread them. He rubbed lightly at his anus, relaxing himself, feeling the pleasure as he relaxed and accepted them one by one. With each finger he let out a strangled moan, and pulled on his penis. Again he withdrew his hands to prevent himself from coming.

Turning to the side Obi-Wan picked up the oiled vegetable and drew it up his torso and across his nipples. Another sigh escaped his lips. His penis swelled, he could wait no longer. He rested the tuber root against his entrance and pushed. His body resisted, and he slowly added pressure pushing it gently but firmly into himself. It felt so much larger than it looked, so much larger then it felt in his hands. It was nowhere near his own dimensions but it filled him. And then it passed over his prostate, filling a space he never knew existed. He panted. His penis became harder. He knew he couldn't make more noise. The pillows were beneath him, nothing to smother his moans of pleasure. He looked to the side and quickly grabbed the elongated green melon and stuffed it into his mouth. His lips spread wide, he pressed his teeth into the firm flesh.

He put his hand back onto the tuber root and his other wrapped around his shaft. Pushing and pulling simultaneously he screamed his pleasure around the fruit. His excitement mounted until he could stand it no longer. He pushed the tuber deep as it would go and then moved his hand to his balls and squeezing firmly with a final pull of the penis, he shrieked. Obi-Wan ejaculated onto his chest and he bit into the melon cutting it in two.

Obi-Wan woke up, his legs still splayed in the fading light of sunset amongst the used vegetables. Sighing, he turned to his chronometer, and looked twice. Qui-Gon was due home, and here he was lying naked amongst his best produce. Very bruised produce.

He quickly dressed, and cleared up the vegetables from the room.

Obi-Wan heard Qui-Gon's voice before he entered. He wasn't alone. "You know Mace, those vegetables were perfect. I've been grooming them for weeks. I don't understand what happened to them."

Obi-Wan looked up, sharply from the couch. And stood quickly bowing to both masters, Qui-Gon and Windu.

"Of course they were, Qui-Gon. You say that every year," Mace answered.

"Obi-Wan, you were supposed to take care of the vegetable patch."

"Yes, Master."

"Did you see my summer melon, the long one that hung perfectly straight?"

"I have seen it recently, Master." Obi-wan bent his head hoping to hide his blush. He was sure his ears had turned bright red.

"And, someone had dug up some of the best tuber roots." Qui-Gon continued as he moved toward the kitchen. He sniffed the air taking in the aromas of cooking foods.

"I guess it'll be next year for the competition." Windu grinned knowing how it would annoy Qui-Gon.

The other master ignored him, his train of thought on to other things. "Smells good Obi-Wan? What are you cooking?"

"Stew, Master."

Endnote: This story was inspired by the comment "This is the type of carrot a bi-curious boy has to work up to."