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No non-con. Implied threat of dub-con (to be safe).

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"Listen," Poe said, as he attempted to scrub off a thin, greasy slime that now covered his bared shins. "I am always in favor of a damn fine fuck-or-die scenario, but this is really not going to be doing it for me." Not that he'd ever pictured himself being captured by a Hutt and dressed up in a rather elaborate scrap of fabric that only barely covered his ass, with a shirt that was essentially just sleeves and a cape --- but it was the principle of the thing. He wasn't supposed to be a sex toy for a giant slug, and if he was supposed to play the role, couldn't they have taken a few key things into account?

Poe grimaced as he pulled his hand back, mucus dripping from his palm and onto the floor of their prison cell-cum-dungeon.

Pava snorted, crossing her arms over the skimpy leather bikini she'd only put on to avoid being prodded at with what looked like a rather painful taser. Rey had come out with something slightly more covering, but only barely. She shifted on her feet in annoyance, before shooting a questioning look between Jess and Poe.

"My deepest sympathies, Commander," Jess said dryly. "I can't imagine how that might feel," she said, wrinkling her nose at him. Poe paused, giving his Lieutenant a sharp glare of annoyance -- it wasn't helpful to have both of them bitching about this. And if anyone was going to complain about their situation -- the awful bikinis and added makeup on the girls notwithstanding -- it was going to be him.

Rey pushed a stray lock of hair back behind her ear. "What're you two going on about?" she huffed, pacing the length of the room. "Because it doesn't sound like an actual way to get us out of here."

"Oh," Poe said, rolling his shoulders slowly as he minded the taser burns and bruises he'd already acquired for being a smartass. "Not that you girls aren't gorgeous," he said seriously, "But you know, neither of you are really my, ah, type." He made a vague gesture between them.

"He means he likes dick," Pava translated, sitting down on the room's lone pallet. "And I'm a lesbian. So once again Rey, it's up to you to save the day."

Rey turned, and shot her a funny look over her shoulder. She looked as if she might say something for a moment, but then changed her mind quickly. "...I can't believe they took my staff. And my saber!"

"I can," Poe chimed in helpfully. "I think you clocked like, five different guys with that thing."

"It was pretty great. Almost worth getting thrown into a Hutt brothel for," Pava agreed, snickering.

"Except now we can't get out of here," Rey said, frustration leaking into her voice as she continued to pace.

"Just use the Force," Poe suggested. "Can't you just....do something? I mean, you did train. I got you that 'Jedi Graduate' holo-card and everything."

"You got her a Young Pilot's Camp Certificate and crossed out the part that said she was now a certified junior pilot, Poe, that's not the same thing." Jessika rolled her eyes.

"It is so the same thing."

"--The point," Rey interrupted, "--Is that I can't make a straight vertical jump up to reach the hatch we came in here through. And I have no way to just slice through the bars." Rey pointed, frowning up at the ceiling.

"Oh." Poe slumped.

"Wait," Rey stopped. "Do you hear something? It sounds like..." she trailed off, straining to hear footsteps walking towards the hatch, as the three of them tensed. Someone was shouting.

"Don't you have any idea who I am?" the man spat furiously, his voice echoing from above. "I'm supposed to be on your side!"

Poe and Rey managed to share a glance for a brief second before the scream that followed startled them, and a fourth body landed in the middle of the room. Rey took a defensive step back, raising her fists in preparation. Poe stepped forwards, and immediately regretted it.

"Oh not him," Poe said. "That wasn't even what I meant," he complained, standing back as an infuriated and unmasked Kylo Ren struggled to his feet between them. The knight's loincloth dipped perilously low around his hips and if it didn't signify the fact that they were approximately a thousand times more screwed than they had been before, Poe would've appreciated the chiseled muscles of the darksider a little more openly. The dude was shredded.

Kylo gave him a murderous look that didn't return any of his dignity.

"Look at him," Poe said, jabbing a thumb towards Kylo as he pointed out the man's lack of clothing. "He doesn't have anywhere to hide a lightsaber. We're doomed."

"They gave you sleeves," Kylo hissed, green slime squishing under his boots. "And a cape! Why do you get a cape?"

"Probably because I'm not insane," Poe said, as Rey glared more fiercely at the knight. "Now shut up, and help us get out of here. I am not about to die jacking off a wannabe sithlord for the viewing pleasure of a putrid slug drug lord."

"You can say that again," Pava said helpfully, shooting Kylo an infuriating smile as he glared in her direction.

"So," Rey said after a moment's hesitation. "...Any ideas?"

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Wait, why is this finished? I want MORE

And just for the record, this line almost ended me: 'Look at him, he doesn't have anywhere to hide a lightsaber' - I thought my jawbone was gonna fall off from all the laughter.

Thank you for sharing this, Anon :D

I made a few tiny edits & have posted it to AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5987656

I miiiiight write a short sequel, but am also currently writing two other SW:TFA pieces. If you liked this one, one of the things I'm writing is gonna be a multi-chapter comedy. the file is currently saved as "GO HOME 2 YOUR MOTHER.doc" so you can keep an eye out for that on AO3 ;)

Nooooooo then what haaaaaaappened?!

Also I hope they all get fully disinfected and burn their 'clothes' when they do manage to escape. Bleh.

I have no doubt that Kylo Ren, Pava, and Rey will all immediately burn their outfits without reservation. Poe, on the other hand, will be a little mournful of the fact that no possible amount of dry cleaning will make his cape wearable again.

It's up on AO3 now so if I write a quick sequel later... http://archiveofourown.org/works/5987656

Where's the reeeeeeeest??? /mashes f5

Part I
http://archiveofourown.org/works/5987656

Part II --
I filled the prompt "Is it supposed to smell like that?" on AO3.
http://archiveofourown.org/works/6137280

No warnings - just crack and Rey/Finn, plus Gay Poe, Lesbian badass Jessika Pava, and Kylo Ren in a loincloth. ;)

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