A New Hope... For Romance

Luke Skywalker sighed as he watched Han and Leia sneak away from the party. He was happy for his sister, and he was even happier they had defeated the Empire. But now that he had nobody to celebrate with he realised just how lonely he was.

“Groawwwwwwr!” said Chewbacca as he walked up to Luke.

“You said it, Chewie,” said Luke, slapping the Wookiee on the back affectionately. “I guess now that Han and Leia are together you’re going to be on your own, huh?”

“Rheeaahhhr!” said Chewbacca.

“I hear you, pal. But what really matters is that we defeated the Empire—and we couldn’t have done it without you.”

“Rowwwwwrr!” declared Chewbacca as he swept Luke up in a great big Wookiee hug, crushing the Jedi against his massive body. Despite his matted fur, Chewie was firm and muscular. The scent of his pelt was an overpowering stench of masculine sweat. Chewie held Luke with his strong arms a little too long for Luke’s comfort… and yet a small part of Luke suddenly wanted to stay there forever.

Luke gasped as he was released, both out of relief and out of shock at this new feeling emerging in him. “I should probably go see how Lando is doing,” he said, eager to get away from this confusing situation.

“Grrrawwwgh?!” asked Chewie.

“Well, I guess one drink wouldn’t hurt…” said Luke.

***

Luke thought Chewbacca would take him to a bar, but they went to his private quarters instead.  They had been made up just for the Wookiee—Luke couldn’t help but notice that he had been given a very large bed.

“Waaawhoolgh!” said Chewbacca as he offered Luke a drink.

“Thanks,” said Luke. Nervous, he knocked it back straight away. “Wow, this stuff is strong. Almost as strong as you, Chewie,” he added with a smile.

“Rrrroaaairooo!”

One drink turned to two, and then three, and then Luke lost count. With every shot, Chewbacca looked a little bigger, stronger and… dare he say it… sexier?

“Hwoooouuuuahhhooo!” said Chewbacca, who had moved to sit right next to Luke.

“You want to see my lightsaber?” Luke was confused. “Chewie, you’ve seen my lightsaber dozens of times.”

“Rhhhaooua!”

“My other lightsaber?” At first Luke didn’t understand. Then it hit him, and he blushed. “Chewie! I don’t think—”

But then the Wookiee was upon him—his firm furry hands wrapped around his head, his giant slobbering tongue probing his mouth, his sharp teeth nibbling his lips. There was something else pressing against him, too.

“Wow, Chewie!” said Luke, pulling away from the Wookiee’s mouth. “Your lightsaber is much bigger than mine!”

“Brrrrraawwwgh!” roared Chewbacca.

“Why yes, I’d love to hold it…”