By: JacksUniverseJSU
A LONG TIME AGO. IN A GALAXY FAR FAR AWAY…
Morning. On the desert planet of Jakku. We find the force-sensitive Scavenger, Rey, riding across the sand dunes upon her trusty speeder. She was an attractive, busty light skinned girl with pink lips, Hazel eyes and chestnut hair tied vertically into three small buns, wearing a white double-slit dress with a built-in thong and two slings that suspended over her large breasts. She was on a journey to Unkar Plutts Scavenging Camp to meet up with the man in question. Hoping to trade in some prized junk she had collected from a couple of wrecked Star Destroyers.
As she had just finished crossing over the last dune, Rey stopped her speeder at the edge of it and put a hand above her eyes, blocking out the blinding sunlight so she could look out over the horizon. So far, she saw nothing but sand and a cloudless blue sky. After a while, she soon spotted Plutts camp not too far away. She could tell just by seeing the big red archway ahead of her, a landmark used to mark the entrance into the camp. Rey grinned with relief at having finally arrived at her destination. The sooner she got down to Plutts, the better.
Five minutes later and Rey parked her speeder into a bay next to several other vehicles. She then got her big, skimpy rump off of the seat, holstered her quarterstaff on her shoulder and went on her way towards the entrance of the camp. Nearby, a group of Jawas were busy eyeing a vehicle. Most likely inspecting it for valuable parts to steal and sell to unsuspecting customers. Rey rolled her eyes bigotedly upon seeing the tiny cloaked aliens ahead of her. She was always sickened by Jawas, finding them physically repulsive and above-all untrustworthy. If any one of them were to either touch her speeder or even dare to inappropriately put their hands on her luscious body (which some have done in the past), she wouldn't hesitate to brutally beat one to a pulp. And since she was already having a bad day getting to Plutt's, she thought of relieving her misery by picking on the Jawas. It wasn't long until Rey had thought up a dirty little prank for them. It was something she had learned a while ago from the force ghost of the deceased Nothoiin Jedi General, Betti Winstarr.
While the Jawas were not looking (and still too busy raiding the innards of a speeder to notice her), Rey slowly approached them, pretending to be walking along taking no notice of them. She slowly moved her sexy legs and butt in a feminine manner whilst whistling a fake happy tune to herself. When she got close enough to the group, she stopped mid-centre and then pulled her staff off her back. Rey placed the staff in front of her, prodding it deep into the sand beneath her feet. She then clasped it with both her hands, resting her head against it while at the same time placing the object in-between her cleavage. Afterwards, she leaned her legs and torso inward, allowing herself to stick her round booty outward towards the Jawas.
Rey grinned wickedly to herself over what she was shortly going to do to the unaware Jawas, it was just too good of an opportunity for her to miss. Now that she was in position, Rey closed her eyes, relaxed her anus and let off a quick, large fart behind her. The force of it caused the back of her thin dress to fly up and flutter in midair, exposing her tight covered pussy briefly in view. Her fart produced a brown cloud, big enough to engulf her victims in a thick blanket of rancid stench. The Jawas were coughing and heaving from the odor she emitted from her bowels with some of them fainting and falling backwards unconscious. Their suffering seemingly pleased Rey, as she looked over her sexy shoulders and watched the Jawa's suffocate on her strong, stinky gas. In an attempt to avoid her guilt, she pretended to be concerned for the Jawas, giving out a dog pout towards them.
“Oopsie! Sorry boys, I didn't SEE you there! Heheh!” She said in her British accent, giggling and placing her index finger on her teeth, still pretending to feel innocent and embarrassed. The Jawas however, were not convinced by her act, as they started throwing angry remarks and curses at the tall girl, with one of them even spouting the word “Hooteeny” at her.
“Aw! Don't you boys start getting all mad at little old me!” Rey responded, acting guilty while wiggling her thicc butt directly at the Jawas. “I just forgot to warn you that I'm quite gassy today. So, I think you little guys might wanna keep your distance from me just in case.” Rey finished her conversation, by slapping her pale thicc buttocks at the Jawa's, taunting them while giving off a conniving grin. She then bent down on her staff again and let off another big fart towards the Jawas, with this one being slightly bigger and stinkier than the last one. The Jawa's behind her gagged from the repulsive stench some more, with a few more fainting onto the sand. Rey shook her butt up and down maliciously, still pretending to feel guilty about her gassy habits.
"OH! I can't believe I farted again! I sure am a gassy girl!" She said giggling while holding her glutes. She pulled her staff out of the sand and continued onwards, still taunting the Jawa’s behind her by purposely moving her juicy hiney sideways, letting off a few short farts at the same time in their direction as she walked away.
Now past the archway entrance, Rey stopped, placed a hand on her exposed wide hip and looked back over towards the group of Jawas she had recently gassed. She briefly watched the little aliens continue to aid their unconscious kin. All of them were trying desperately to revive them from her nasty little prank. Just seeing the Jawas act so pathetic was enough to make Rey giggle.
“Nothing like farting on Jawas to help me get through the day!” Rey said to herself giddily with satisfaction, before she turned her sights away from the Jawas and carried on into the camp ahead.