Ahsoka was somewhere in her 30s. She lived on Felucia, and had been hiding out there since the Purge.
 
 
Ahsoka lived in a broken down AT-OT, the legs had all collapsed and she used parts from a nearby AT-TE for the roof. She had done fairly well here as she hid from the planet's more dangerous animals. Even if she had her lightsabers she wouldn't kill them… It was THEIR home technically speaking.
 
 
Ahsoka was in the nude. The planet's temperature at its LOWEST was in the 70 degrees Farhenheit range. She harvested plants and berries from nearby growths to get food, and threw them into a pot she had made out of a Phase 1 helmet she had found. She missed them.
 
 
She used a rock to mash the berries and leaves into a paste. "What I wouldn't give for Skyguy right about now to say something clever." She heard some shuffling to her side and without hesitation whipped around and threw her rock at the sound.
 
 
But instead of hearing an acklay's annoyed hiss or the barking of a Greater Jungle Wolf, she heard a very loud squeal and sniffling. She pushed the brush aside and found an infant Gelagrub bleeding a little from its head plates. "Oh by the Force I'm so sorry little one!" She picked it up and grabbed some nearby leaves, bit into them and chewed them till they were paste-like and covered the spot.
 
 
She found this weird. Gelagrubs lived with their parents in packs until they were sexually mature. This one was also dark green instead of shades of blue. She realized it was an orphan. "Don't worry I'll take care of you… Grubby." Grubby let out a chirp.
 
 
A decade later
 
 
Ahsoka was riding Grubby to the river. Now that he was at full size, Ahsoka decided to make him work. "Come on, the river is just a couple hundred feet ahead!" He let out a HORF in annoyance. Ahsoka wasn't able to make him obey ever since he had gone through metamorphosis. She climbed off his back and looked him in the face. "Don't be a big pile of bantha poo doo we almost there!" Another loud sound and she rolled her eyes.
 
 
She walked to the water's edge and bent over to drink out of it. Grubby hauled himself forward on his sets of legs. He had started eating small birds without ahsoka noticing. He wasn't a herbivore anymore… he was an omnivore. He used his prehensile extendable tongue to snag prey.
 
 
He looked at his… owner. Ahsoka was bent over, her front lekku touching the water's surface. Her very shapely rear rested on her soles. And those big sacks of meat called breasts… Grubby realized she would make a long lasting feast. He opened his mouth, his mandibles spreading…
 
 
Ahsoka sensed danger and stood up. The Force warned of a ranged attack. Grubby retracted his tongue. Ahsoka stood erect and looking. "Snipers?" She said and tackled Grubby into some foliage cover. The Force wasn't warning her as much but still warned of the danger now being close.
 
 
"Let's go home. No complaining, we're in danger!" She mounted Grubby and he walked back home.
 
 
Little did Ahsoka realize she was WITH the threat the Force warned her of.
 
 
Ahsoka got off Grubby's back at their home. It was currently sunset and night was coming. "Alright I'll need some sticks. Grubby go find some soft sticks." Grubby reluctantly left and used his pincers to pick up a few and brought them back. Ahsoka took them and rubbed some together until they caught fire and then used some rocks to make a circle around the fire. Grubby used his two eyes to stare at Ahsoka. That berry bush was not enough to fill the gut that ran his 4 meter long body.
 
 
Ahsoka stretched and looked at Grubby. "I'm going to sleep now. Wake me up at sunrise!" She could trust Grubby. He had been her best friend for years.
 
 
Not tonight. It was different now.
 
 
Night. Grubby noticed Ahsoka sleeping under the AT-OT wreck. He slowly walked towards her. The slow breathing… She was asleep. To be honest… He was tired of being used to haul stuff. Fetch things. And he was big and CRAVING flesh.
 
 
He without hesitation opened his mandibles and his long tongue snapped out, grasping her soles. Ahsoka didn't stir, over the years Grubby licked her feet a lot anyways, how was this any different? He wrapped his tongue around her ankles, and began to drag her back. Ahsoka was awake now. "GRUBBY?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!" She screamed in confusion. She grabbed a fistful of dirt and threw it in his eyes. He couldn't see for a moment but it was too late, the tongue's grip was STAGGERINGLY strong.
 
 
His tongue began to retract like a fisherman pulling the line in.
 Ahsoka grabbed his pincers as her hips were pulled into his gummy slimy mouth. "GRUBBY PLEASE…" Ahsoka began to think. She wouldn't hurt him, and to be honest, maybe this was the Force calling her back to it. "...Never mind Grubby. You're a good boy. Always have been." Ahsoka let go of his pincers and put her arms to her sides.
 
 
But as she was going down, Grubby simply wrapped his tongue around her toned body, and Ahsoka looked in surprise, hardly believing what was happening, surprised that the very animal she raised lovingly was having her as a meal, and more surprising to her was that he handled her luscious frame with fair ease.
 
 
Grubby worked his jaws around her massive breasts, and then used his pincers to push her head in. He chewed her thoughtfully, she was the biggest thing he had ever attempted to eat. Her lekku stuck out of his mouth, feeling the air and world for the last time until Grubby gulped again, pulling Ahsoka into his gut fully and shutting his mandibles.
 
 
Ahsoka landed in his stomach with a splash. There wasn't anything else inside, and Ahsoka knew her fate now. She shut her eyes as the stomach lining conformed to her and submerged her in the stomach acids.
 
 
Grubby was now way larger than before, the Togruta inside him making his stomach bulge. His entire body was in a very weird shape with her inside. Grubby yawned and hauled himself under the walker to digest Ahsoka.
 
 
It had been a good day.
For him, not her.