Vote of No Confidence (Star Wars Padme x alien worm Commission)

Padmé Amidala, the senator and former queen of Naboo, had an important session of the senate to prepare for. The following day, the senate would debate and likely put forward a vote on whether or not to allocate funding toward the construction of permanent military stations that would outlast the war, particularly to monitor former Separatist sections of space in the event of their defeat.

She had always had a vested interest in minimal military build-up, and that had not changed even in spite of the ongoing war. Ever the idealist, she wanted to focus on de-escalation of further conflict and violence after the war was over, win or lose. As such, her mind was set on representing the senators opposed to further military buildup and was prepared to give a speech affirming that position during the session.

For now, however, she needed to unwind before preparing herself for tomorrow’s speech, in the best way she knew how: making love to her Jedi husband.

Padmé moaned atop her bed as Anakin Skywalker’s hips thrust into her over and over again, his cock pushing in and out of her wet pussy. Her arms and legs wrapped around his muscular body as he plowed into her, his head nestled against her chest and sucking one of her nipples into his mouth as he did.

“Oh yes…Ani!” Padmé moaned as she met each of his thrusts with her own. Their bodies glistened with sweat as the sun crept up through the windows of Padmé’s Coruscant penthouse. They were both getting close to their limit as he began to grunt and her breathing kicked up a notch. Padmé ran her fingers through his brown hair and Anakin reached down and began stroking her clit with his thumb as his cock pushed steadily in and out of her.

Her husband stroking her sensitive nub pushed her even closer to her climax. She was only moments away, and…

Both Padmé and Anakin froze in place as Anakin’s communicator device began to chime. Padmé looked into Anakin’s face questioningly, but Anakin merely shook his head, his cock still inside her and twitching slightly with his lingering arousal.

“Ignore it,” Anakin murmured, leaning down and kissing her. Padmé could hardly disagree, and she kissed him back as he began rolling his hips again, sliding his cock in and out of her and picking up where they left off.

A moment later, his communicator rang again. Anakin’s head dropped and he let out a frustrated groan. Padmé also let out a disappointed sigh. But being the more responsible of the pair, she shook her head despite how badly she had been anticipating her own release.

“You need to answer it, Anakin. It could be something important.”

Reluctantly, Anakin nodded and sighed, slipping his erection out of her and rolling off the bed to retrieve the holocommunicator from the nightstand. He flicked on the communicator.

“Anakin, where are you?” the voice of Obi-wan Kenobi could be heard on the communicator. Padmé used the bed sheet to cover up her breasts even though Obi-wan could not see either of them through the communicator. She often wondered if Obi-wan suspected anything regarding their secret marriage. Thus far they seemed to maintain their secret, and she was not keen on pushing their luck and slipping up.

“Sorry Master, I was held up,” Anakin said, trying to keep the edge out of his voice. “What is going on?”

“The Separatists have launched a counteroffensive to retake Ryloth. We cannot afford to lose that system to the Separatists again. The Council wants the 212th and the 501st to repel the counterattack. Meet me down at the spaceport in thirty minutes. And no more diversions.”

Anakin let out a long, frustrated groan as Obi-wan hung up on him. He looked over at Padmé, and while the glimmer of lust could still be seen in his eyes as he looked at his wife’s naked body they both knew nothing could come of it.

Though Padmé shared his disappointment, especially considering how close to climax she had been, she reached out and patted her husband’s knee. “It’s alright, Anakin. You have a job to do. Go,” she said with a small, sad smile.

He sighed. “Just once I want to be able to spend time with you without having to worry about anything else.”

“I know,” Padmé said. “But there will be other times. Hopefully soon.”

He smiled, leaning over and kissing her. “Hopefully.”

Anakin got up and began changing into his Jedi garb as she laid back on the bed. She reached down and rubbed her pussy, for a brief moment hoping she could bring herself off quickly after Anakin had primed her up. But it was no use; the magic was gone, at least for now. Padmé had half a mind to strangle Obi-wan for interrupting them when he did.

Anakin turned to look back at her on the bed. “I love you. And…I wish you luck with the speech tomorrow.”

Padmé smiled. “I love you too, Ani. And thank you.”

She was going to need all the luck in the galaxy for this one.

+++

Senator Lott Dod of the Trade Federation was feeling quite vexed. A session of the senate was about to begin, and he could not be certain of what the outcome would be. And there were few things the Neimoidian senator hated more than uncertainty.

A debate would be held over the allocation of military funding toward the construction of permanent military outposts, and Dod would be representing the coterie of senators in favor of such a bill. He was certain he could sway many more senators to his point of view. With the war in full swing, it was not exactly difficult to convince the senate of the necessity for stronger military build-up. And there was no risk of this bill antagonizing his secret Separatist patron, Viceroy Nute Gunray. The Viceroy was in favor of such a bill as well, for reasons that weren’t entirely known to Dod.

But although the odds were good, there was one hurdle that he had to overcome: Senator Padmé Amidala. The young human female senator from Naboo would be leading the opposition of senators opposed to the bill. Though she was young, she was idealistic, persuasive, and well-liked in the senate.

Dod had nothing but contempt for idealists like her. And most of the upper echelon of the Trade Federation held particular contempt for Senator Amidala ever since the Naboo debacle over a decade prior, back when she had been queen. It was no wonder Viceroy Gunray wanted her dead so badly.

Worse still, he was not certain he could defeat her on this issue. Many senators were already reluctant to commit to the massive expense that this bill would entail.

He was not about to leave this to chance. The cunning Neimoidian had a plan.

He drew a vial from his pocket, observing the content with a fiendish grin. Inside the vial, a tiny, blue worm-like arthropod creature writhed around inside it. The Trade Federation had access to some of the finest scientific minds in the galaxy, and he had to pull some strings to get access to this little specimen.

Known as the Centrillix, a Neimoidian xenobiologist had found this endangered species on an uninhabited planet near the Unknown Regions and had specifically bred and trained them for a rather illicit purpose, to one day be sold on the black market. This particular specimen was what one could call a prototype of its breed, which made it very special for what Dod had in mind.

He leaned down and inserted the vial into his mouse droid. “Time for you to go to work, my little beauty,” Dod said to the Centrillix, closing up the droid’s compartment hatch.

Turning his attention to the droid now, he said, “You know what to do.”

The droid chimed out an affirmative and whizzed off on its little wheels to its destination ordered by Dod. Such mouse droids were common throughout the senate building as they delivered messages and packages across the building, so it would not draw much attention. And although security was top-notch in the senate building to prevent assassination attempts and bomb threats, and the senate hover-pods were checked before each senate session, Dod was certain he could time this just right.

He left his office and made his way to the central chamber. But he had one quick stop he had to make before arriving at his pod.

The Neimoidian’s beady eyes lit up when he saw his hated political foe on the other side of the corridor, about to enter her senate hover-pod. Padmé Amidala was flanked by two royal Naboo guardsmen who instinctively looked suspicious as Dod approached her. She made a hand motion to her two guards, telling them to be at ease. Though she did not look pleased to see Dod, she gave a polite, diplomatic smile and bow which he returned.

“Senator Dod. I hope you are well,” she said, her hands folded in front of her.

“Ah, I am, I am. Thank you for asking, Senator Amidala.” At the corner of his eye, he saw his dutiful mouse droid slip past the doorway into the Naboo senator’s pod. And her guardsmen were so focused on him that they did not notice it. He needed to merely keep her and her lackeys distracted long enough for the droid to deliver the “asset” and get out unnoticed.

“I do wish you the best of luck today, Senator. It’s no secret that you have a bit of an uphill climb on your hands, so to speak,” Dod said with a grin.

He saw the briefest tinge of annoyance tug at the corner of her mouth for just a moment before she brushed past it with her usual calm professionalism. “Thank you, Senator. But I am sure the senate will take the wisest course of action today. I am not too worried.”

Dod saw his mouse droid exit Padmé’s pod, and again, neither she nor her guardsmen noticed as it sped off in the opposite direction. Success. Now all he had to do was wait.

“I am glad to hear it, Senator.” He gave her another polite bow. “Do enjoy yourself,” he said with a smile.

Padmé inwardly scowled as she watched Senator Dod walk away. That man was such a creep. He had repeatedly tried to undermine her in the senate, and his condescending personality did not help give a good impression of him. And though she could not prove it, she was fairly certain he both aided and was aided by her enemy, Viceroy Nute Gunray - Dod’s fellow Neimoidian and Trade Federation cohort - despite his constant public claims that his loyalty was to the Republic first and foremost.

She would be going toe to toe with him today, and though Dod was no wordsmith and not adept at debates, he did indeed have the upper hand here. When it came to military spending, it was increasingly difficult for her faction of senators including Bail Organa and Mon Mothma to make any headway in the opposite direction due to the ongoing war.

Still, the senate was divided on this particular bill proposal, and she had a chance. That was, of course, if she could keep her own personal frustrations in check. She still felt rather agitated and pent up over being left blue-balled by Anakin yesterday, even if it was not his fault. It had been a very long time since she had gotten herself off, and that frustration was starting to eat at her a bit. The next time she and Anakin reunited, she intended to ride his cock so hard until she came, if it was the last thing she ever did.

She left her guards at the doorway and entered her pod by herself. After reviewing her talking points she’d taken notes on, Chancellor Palpatine stood up in the central dais and all eyes of the senate were upon him.

“Senators, let us begin. This session has been called at the behest of Senator Dod of the Trade Federation, to propose a new bill that would allocate funds for the construction of new, permanent military outposts throughout Republic space. To begin, he will make his statement. Senator, whenever you are ready.”

Senator Dod’s platform hovered out to the center of the chamber and the lights and cameras were upon him. “Thank you, Supreme Chancellor. Let me start by saying that I am well aware of many senators in this room questioning the necessity of permanent military outposts when so much of our spending is already going toward fresh battalions of clone troopers. To that I say that we must think about the future. This war will come to an end, and when it does, we must ask ourselves, what if Separatist discontent crops up again? How long before we find ourselves in another war? Twenty years? Ten? One? What I propose, will ensure a deterrence of another war in the years to come.”

This got vocal approval from some senators around the chamber from their pods. Padmé sat back and listened as Dod droned on, but she was unaware of a tiny blue worm-like creature crawling across the floor of the pod toward her. The Neimoidian xenobiologist that had bred it had trained it to seek out humanoid females. And it crawled toward the closest one it could find ever since the mouse droid had released it from its vial. It moved with a singular purpose, and she was none the wiser as it got closer and closer to her.

When Dod finished making his statement, Palpatine stood up again. “Thank you, Senator Dod. Senator Amidala of Naboo will make her opening statement in opposition to this bill proposal.”

Padmé took a deep breath and stood up. “Thank you, Supreme Chancellor,” she said, her voice carrying around the chamber. “While the prospect of future wars like the one we are currently engaged in is a grave prospect - one we all wish to avoid - I see the construction of permanent military outposts as not a deterrence, but a lightning rod for further discontent and conflict.”

Unbeknownst to Padmé, the Centrillix had reached her foot and was now crawling up her leg. It had not yet made any contact with her skin as it slithered its way up her body, and so Padmé was none the wiser as she continued making her statement to the rest of the senate.

When it crawled beneath her skirt, it delicately explored the hem of her maroon-colored leggings, seeking an opening. The Centrillix had been bred and trained for this purpose as well, and in no time it managed to stealthily slip beneath her leggings, crawling up her inner thigh and toward its target.

“The Chancellor was not granted emergency powers to needlessly spend Republic funds beyond what is required for the war…”

Padmé paused for a brief moment when she felt an itch on her leg. She thought nothing of it at first. With the eyes of the entire senate currently upon her, she ignored the tickle and carried on.

“…and as such, I think it should be the prerogative of every senator present not to turn this Republic into a military state.”

“With all due respect, Senator Amidala,” Senator Dod said, his pod coming forward into the center of the chamber, the spotlight now upon the Neimoidian. “We are at war. Desperate times call for desperate measures, do they not?”

The Centrillix inched closer and closer to her panty-covered sex, using its feelers to find the edge of the cloth covering her intimates. Using just enough force to slip underneath the straps of her panties, the little creature was now within reach of its prime target of opportunity. When it found her pink sex, its feelers dabbed with the most featherlight of touches along her slit. Her pussy was of great instinctive importance to the tiny arthropod as it would be the delectable source of the alien’s sustenance, but it was not its chief priority. Instead, using its instincts and training, it sought out one particular part of her sex.

“Senator Dod. My primary concerns are with the post-war galaxy. After the conflict with the Separatists has been resolved, our finances will need to be allocated toward rebuilding. Not on further mobilization of-

Padmé’s breath caught in her throat. Something was very, very wrong. The itch she had felt just moments ago had clearly not just been a typical itch or dry skin. Something was underneath her clothing, crawling along her body. What alarmed her even more was that she could now feel the barest hint of contact being made not with her leg, but with her sex. Her face went red in an instant.

“Are you well, Senator Amidala?” Senator Dod asked, his voice feigning concern. It took all his willpower not to grin as he made the inquiry. The abruptness in the meddlesome Naboo senator’s voice made it plain to him that the Centrillix had reached its target. Now, it would go for the kill-shot, and Amidala’s entire case for allocation of military funding would fall to pieces.

“O- of course, Senator.” A bead of sweat materialized on Padmé’s forehead and she took a deep breath to calm her nerves. Whatever was happening, and whatever organism had taken the most inopportune moment to slip inside her clothing, this debate was far too important to let it stop her. She had to soldier on, for the good of the Republic. “As I was saying, if we go too far, if we overreach and build permanent military strongholds that will outlast the war, we risk…alienating m-ORE systems and f-fostering resentment just as we did with the S- Separatists.” She heard murmurs of approval around the chamber.

Padmé’s breath hitched in her throat and she struggled to get the words out. Beneath her panties, the Centrillix was using its feelers to probe at her labia. Its feelers were deceptively strong, allowing it to use a certain application of force when it needed to. It used one of its feelers to peel back Padmé’s clitoral hood while the other feeler was gently touching and stroking the nub itself. This had the added effect of making Padmé’s skin flushed, and she had to grip the railing of her pod, her knuckles turning white as she held on for dear life. She could only pray that none of the hundreds of senators in the room was catching on to her intimate personal dilemma.

Though she was focused on getting her words out and maintaining her focus, she was cognizant of the fact that there was something else at play here beyond some common pest. Somebody was attempting to sabotage her; it was far too much of a coincidence for her to be interrupted in such an unorthodox manner right when she was about to put forth her statement.

Senator Aak of Malastare took that opportunity to speak, and Padmé let out a whoosh of relief at the sudden reprieve. Any moment she did not have to speak and no longer had all eyes of the senate upon her was a moment she could get herself under control. “I share your concerns, Senator Amidala. And though I was a proponent of the building of a grand army, I feel that all things must be taken in moderation. Perhaps a compromise? The building of several permanent stations to monitor the Outer Rim after the war, but not an excessive amount.”

With every tickling brush and dab at her sensitive clit, Padmé felt her sex growing moist beneath her panties. Her pussy was growing swollen and aroused from the Centrillix’s precise application of stimulation upon her most sensitive erogenous region. And as she grew more aroused, her pink sex grew more and more swollen and her clit began to unveil itself from its hood. The Centrillix was like a tiny snake charmer coaxing her sensitive pink nub out into the open, and her body was certainly cooperating.

The Centrillix, having now teased the hapless human woman’s sex and coaxed her pearl out from its clitoral hood, went in for the proverbial kill. All two hundred of its microscopic legs sprung into action as the tiny alien centipede began to move. Using its feelers to guide itself, it circled around Padmé’s aroused and exposed clit. Padmé felt this and her mouth began to quiver at the novel sensation the likes of which she had never felt before. Anakin did not neglect her clit when they made love, but this was different. It was like a thousand tiny tongues were concentrated directly on her clit at the same time, brushing with featherlight touches as the small worm-like creature swirled around her swollen pink bud.

When the Centrillix had wrapped its entire body around her clit, it used the base of its tail to hold on tightly to her sex, rooting itself in place with many of its legs so that it would not easily be dislodged by the human woman’s motions. With nothing left to hinder its singular, instinctual purpose, the Centrillix used its entire body to rhythmically suction itself around Padmé’s sensitive pink clit while using all of its microscopic cilia to stroke and brush her sweet spot in unison. It used its entire body to “squeeze” her clit, and then relax, squeeze, and relax, again and again.

“Oh no. Force, no,” Padmé gasped under her breath. This was very bad. Her eyes cast downward to her clothed lower extremities, where unbeknownst to an entire chamber full of senators she was being delivered a flurry of exquisite pleasure upon her most sensitive spot. It did not help in the slightest that she had been on edge and pent-up from her unfinished business with her husband the day before, and it had taken all her willpower not to masturbate herself in her office in the hours leading up to this senate session.

In the Trade Federation pod, Senator Dod grinned. Nobody else had caught on, yet, to Senator Amidala’s tumultuous personal struggle, but he knew what she was going through. It had always been such a fascination to him when it came to human females. Such a small little thing being the focal point of sexual pleasure during coitus. And yet with the right tool for the job, it could be such a simple yet effective weak spot to exploit.

He relished her imminent humiliation, as well as what would bring it about. He would have to somehow acquire a recording of the moment she crumbled before the entire senate so he could somehow get a copy to Viceroy Gunray. He of all people would love to see such a thing.

Back in her pod, Padmé’s eyes nearly started to water as the rigors of trying to put on a strong front were taking its toll on her. She would lose her mind at this rate. How could she put up a strong political persona for her faction of senators opposed to increased military build-up when she currently had a clit-sucking little monster milking away at her?

It would be so easy. All she had to do was pretend to pass out, and this could all be over. The Chancellor would call an emergency end to the session.

No. No, this was far too crucial for her to give up. She would not let Dod or whoever else on the opposition had set this thing upon her to get the better of her. She had to persevere.

“Senator Amidala?” Chancellor Palpatine said, getting her attention as she was silent for several moments.

Gritting her teeth, Padmé firmed her posture and turned back to Senator Aak’s pod. “Senator. Our Republic has - oh - lasted f- for centuries without the need for a permanent buildup of our military.” She sucked in a breath for a moment, feeling so much pleasure radiating from her sex as this tiny nuisance tightened like a velvety ring around her clit. “After this w- war has abated, our efforts must return to diplomacy, to ensure that we are never again pushed toward this kind of c-ONflict again.”

She heard some vocal disagreement from senators in the chamber, but a great deal of vocal approval. This came as a shock to her as it was a wonder she could even speak in complete sentences at that moment.

By now, her juices began to flow in abundance, dripping out of her sex and down her leg. The Centrillix was increasing its efforts, tightening itself around her love nub with more frequent rhythmic squeezes. The creature was using much of its own body force, but for Padmé it was just the right amount of squeezing, enough to give her maximum stimulation but not enough to pinch her too hard and cause discomfort.

This was some of the most exquisite pleasure she had ever felt in her life, despite the potentially humiliating circumstances of it. It was not just the tightness and perfect amount of pressure concentrated on her clit, it was also the feelers and cilia. The dual sensation of a thousand tiny microscopic fingers as well as the Centrillix’s body itself curling around her most sensitive nub was enough to drive her mad. And the fact that she had been left so pent-up and blue-balled the prior day only made her body more vulnerable to this single-minded creature’s well-trained efforts.

Chancellor Palpatine stood up again. “Senators. Shall we put it to a vote?” There were calls of agreement from the crowd of senators. A moment later, two buttons lit up on the screens in front of all the senators in their respective pods.

The moment the voting began, Padmé wasted no time. She threw herself back into the seat behind her, sucking in deep breaths. She rubbed her knees against each other and her body shook. She hoped this would abate on its own, but it would not. There was only one real way this could end. With the rest of the senate distracted by the vote, she opened her legs up in her seat, tightly gripping her inner thighs.

“Come on, damn you. Make me cum. Please, please, please, please,” she chanted under her breath, leaning her head forward.

As if somehow answering her, the Centrillix was increasing its efforts, tightening around her sensitive clitty while stroking it with the full force of its feelers and cilia.

“Yes…oh yes, yes, yes. Make me cum hard. Hurry up and do it,” Padmé gasped desperately. The chimes of votes being entered were winding down. She had little time to spare. Padmé bit her lip, digging her fingers into the leather seat.

“The votes are in,” Chancellor Palpatine announced, his voice being projected to the whole chamber.

Senator Dod gripped the railing of his own pod tightly with anticipation.

“By a narrow margin, the senate votes in favor of Senator Amidala. We will not allocate funding toward the construction of permanent military bases in the Outer Rim.”

Padmé’s eyes widened with shock. Had she been more composed, she likely would have still been shocked that the vote went in her favor after she’d put on the worst political show of her entire career given the circumstances. Instead, her eyes widened and her mouth opened from the shock of the most toe-curling release she was brought to just as the voting ended.

Padmé let out a small cry and a whine as the mother of all orgasms wracked her body, but nobody in the senate chamber heard it thanks to the commotion of the vote. Nobody save for Dod, who scowled with disdain, not triumph, as the Naboo senator climaxed hard in her hover pod.

Allowing herself to finally give in to the Centrillix rather than hold back, she felt a feeling of blissful relief the likes of which she’d hardly ever felt before. The tiny creature tightened around her love button as clear juices cascaded from her pussy, thoroughly drenching her panties and dripping down her legs.

Though she made a messy orgasmic mess of herself, the Centrillix also drank its fill, its tiny mouth positioned near her sex while the rest of its worm-like body remained curled tightly around her clit. Its laborious stimulating efforts were finally rewarded as the humanoid female vastly larger than it released her precious fluids which it greedily drank down. Or at least as much as it could drink, as Padmé squirted with nearly enough velocity to drown the arthropod alien.

The Centrillix carried her through her orgasm, its feelers, cilia and worm-like body tightening and relaxing, coaxing her flow of juices out of her for the entirety of her climax. When she finally began to wind down from her climactic high and feeling like she was going to pass out, the Centrillix finished its meal, detaching itself reluctantly from the human woman’s pink nub that it had been so lovingly hugging tightly for the better part of twenty minutes.

Padmé’s lips spread into a tired, satisfied smile. After having been pent up and on edge for days after being denied an orgasm with Anakin, this was the ultimate relief. Looking down, her eyes widened when she spotted a tiny blue worm-like creature writhing on the floor of her pod in a small puddle of her own pussy juices. The worm looked bloated, like a leech after having drank its fill of blood. It had seemingly removed itself from her sex, slipped down her leg and onto the ground while her climax was winding down.

The Centrillix was twitching, very much still alive but seemingly having done something akin to passing out from eating too much. Padmé, despite how tired she was, quickly snagged the pussy juice-covered creature up and deposited it into her personal bag, sealing it up tight so that it couldn’t escape. Such a creature could be examined and given over to the authorities later as evidence to determine who had tried to publicly tank her.

Of course, it did not take a genius to ascertain her culprit. She turned her gaze to Senator Dod’s pod. He looked positively livid that the vote had not gone his way, and he would now have to find new ways to line his pockets from war profiteering. Nor had he succeeded in destroying her career. She would certainly have to deal with him more in future, but she would be lying if she was not smugly satisfied at this one victory she had achieved over him.

Padmé, though flushed, panting, and sweating, gave a smile and a nod to Senator Dod. That was the last straw for him, as he scowled and got up from his pod in a huff. He departed from the chamber, likely to sulk in his office. She let out a chuckle.

For now, however, she could finally bask. Not only in this small political victory, but also in her finally getting the blissful release that Anakin had been forced to deny her. She began to wonder if she would indeed turn the little worm over to the authorities. Perhaps instead she would hold onto it, for those lonely nights when Anakin was away…