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Sabine’s Stubbornness: Star Wars Rebels tickling story (UB, f/f)

Storm Tickler

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Hey all, after a while I’m back. Finally time to write with the lockdown! This story was a recent request that asked for the focus to be on upper body- Sabine is 19 at this point in the series I believe. If you’re a Riverdale/Cheryl Blossom fan, look out for my next tickling story, coming tomorrow! Enjoy!
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The Ghost was docked at the quiet, sleepy space port at the mining planet of Bexlar VI. Little more than a supply run, Sabine Wren had seen little point in accompanying Ezra, Kanaan, and Zeb into the space port’s market district to get fuel, food, and ammunition.

“Once you’ve seen one space port you’ve seen them all,” Sabine had said to Hera once the others had left, more than a little arrogance present in the Mandalorian’s voice as she reflected how much of the galaxy she had seen for a woman so young.

“Well as long as you do something productive whilst the others are being useful,” Hera had replied, annoyed at how lazy Sabine was acting, lying across her bed and fiddling with a spray paint can.

“Like there’s anything better to do.”

“Well this room is a tip for a start, I’ve seen cleaner bantha pens than this. And the Ghost could do with a repaint. And the engine vexilators need cleaning. Do at least one of those whilst we’re here,” Hera chided from the doorway.

“Damn it Hera, you’re always so bossy,” said Sabine, not even making eye contact with the Twi’lek. “I’ll do what I want, so tough luck.”

Hera shook her head. Sabine was a peerless fighter, but possessed cocky attitude that often verged into petulance. Sighing, the green skinned Twi’lek left Sabine to do absolutely nothing on her bed, whilst she herself had star charts that needed realigning.

Fifteen minutes later and Sabine was growing bored. She would have considered repainting the ship, but part of her was unwilling to, least it look like she was following Hera’s commands. She’d think of something else. The idea came quickly- her speeder bike. It needed some work done following a recent shoot out with scout troopers, and she could even spruce it up a bit with some modifications.

She left her room wearing dark sweatpants and a black sports bra that showed a large stretch of toned navel. Normally she wouldn’t have shown this much of her stomach off, with Ezra prone to staring, but with Hera she had no reason to worry.

Down in the storage hanger Sabine promptly lost track of time as she laid on her back, tinkering beneath her speeder bike. Her legs and body were stretched out as the bike hovered above her shoulders and neck, as her hands worked tools over the engines and power couplings. Unfortunately for Sabine, whose mind was partly on other matters, she cut the wrong wire, causing the bike’s grav functions to lessen and falter. Before Sabine could fully react the speeder bike had come back down to the floor, falling across Sabine’s breasts and shoulders. Whilst the weight of the bike was centred on parts not directly touching her, and she was not uncomfortable except for a mild pressure, she was now essentially trapped, with her legs and body sticking out one side and her head and arms the other.

Groaning, and hoping she could escape before Hera, or worse Ezra, found her, she tried pushing herself out from the bike. It was to no avail, and the bike did not even budge. Her hands probed the wiring, hoping she could do something to reverse what had happened, but with the crucial wire cut the bike’s hover functions were no more. There was no way out.

Gritting her teeth, and knowing the embarrassment of being compromised like this, Sabine shouted out. “Hera? Hera?”

A minute later she heard footsteps as Hera entered the room. Annoyance was Hera’s initial emotion- annoyance that Sabine would rather summon her as usual, rather than come to her directly. Then she saw the sight of Sabine’s trapped body, and felt confusion, then amusement. The stupid girl, instead of doing the chores Hera had ordered, had become trapped beneath her own speeder bike.

“Can I help you with something?” asked Hera with a smirk.

Sabine groaned. “Just get this thing off me.”

“Who’s the bossy one now?” mocked Hera, kneeling beside Sabine’s body and inspecting the bike.

“Oh shut up,” said Sabine, making Hera roll her eyes. She was half in a mind to leave the blue haired girl trapped to teach her a lesson. But her motherly side kicked in.

“I’ll try pulling you out under it,” said Hera, straddling Sabine’s waist. “Hang on.” She placed her hands against Sabine’s protruding ribs, ready to try and pull her free. Yet as she made contact with Sabine’s body, the girl squealed and jolted as though struck by electricity.

“What was that?” Hera asked, a smile beginning to form.

“Nothing. Look, I think there’s a jack in the corner, try using that.”

“I’m sure this way is fine.” Hera against placed her fingers against Sabine’s ribs, and the girl immediately bucked. Hera grinned. “Don’t tell me,” she said slowly, “that tough little Mandalorian fighter Sabine Wren is ticklish.”

“I. Am. Obviously. Not,” said Sabine through gritted teeth.

“Say that again, I didn’t hear.”

“I said, I am not tick- ehehehe don’t”. Sabine’s sentence was cut off as Hera drew her left index finger across the taut skin of Sabine’s stomach.

“Nice abs,” remarked Hera, grinning as she repeated the motion and making Sabine squirm and desperately hold back giggles beneath her. “Those workouts really paying off huh?”

“S-shut up,” said Sabine, still gritting her teeth. She hoped if she could hold back any overtly ticklish reactions then Hera might get bored.

“You’re getting so rude lately,” said Hera, before suddenly moving both hands to aggressively tickle the girl’s sides.

“Ahahahahahaha screw ahaha you!” Sabine had been caught of guard, letting of a stream of laughter that Hera was amused to hear sounded loud and surprisingly girlish.

“Remind me, what did you say about not being ticklish again?” Hera asked, continuing to tickle up and down Sabine’s bare sides. As Sabine laughed and thrashed as much as her position allowed, Hera couldn’t help but laugh herself- she would never have suspected that the tough, always-in-control Sabine Wren would be ticklish, let alone to this level.

“Hahahaah don’t ahahah laugh at hahahaah me!” she implored, beating her fists against the speederbike.

“Why not, this is pretty funny- tickle tickle!” Hera’s nails were sharp, and Sabine could only laugh in response. Sabine writhed beneath her, desperately trying to escape whilst also hoping Hera would stop long enough for her to blow a few loose strands of blue hair out of her face.

“Ehehehahaha just stop alright!” Sabine demanded, realising she could do absolutely nothing to stop Hera tickling her.

“Starting to beg already? Admit you’re ticklish and I’ll consider it.”

“Hahaha screw you!” Sabine repeated. “Hahhaha alright alright I’m ticklish. I’m- ehehehehe don’t hahaha- I’m really hahaha ticklish! So what?”

“Well, obviously it’s hilarious and makes doing this fun. I’ve considered stopping, by the way,” said Hera, removing her hands from Sabine’s sides and giving her a chance to breathe. Hera remembered how rude Sabine had been earlier and had refused to pull her weight on the ship. “And I’ve decided no. Touching your ribs earlier seemed effective, no?”

“Don’t you dare, if you touch me I’ll ahahahahahah don’t! hahaha!”

Hera had began lightly tickling Sabine’s ribs through the thin black fabric covering them. “Sorry you’ll what?”

“I’ll hahahahah blast you hahahaha!”

“With what weapon?” laughed Hera. She tickled harder, her fingers moving in between Sabine’s ribs, and she enjoyed the sounds Sabine was now making. Tickling her ribs had turned her laughter from loud girlish giggling into full cackling and thrashing. “Wow,” Hera remarked, “you sound like a dying wookie.”

“I hate you so much right nnnnowwwhahahahaha” Sabine laughed. Of anything to happen today why did it have to be someone from the Ghost discovering her ticklishness. Fighting the Empire was easy, Sabine could take that anyday- but being tickled without mercy, she couldn’t take that. She thought back to the Empire training academy as a cadet, and how once when she had embarrassed her bunk mates by out performing them at the shooting range and boasting loudly how she was their superior. Later in the evening they had vengefully pinned her down, rolled up her top and removed her shoes, and mercilessly tickled her bare stomach and feet until she admitted their superiority. She’d have shuddered in that moment if she weren’t laughing from Hera’s fingers.

“Tell you what,” said Hera. “If you promise you’ll actually clean your mess of a room then I’ll stop exploiting this silly weakness of yours.”

“No- hahaha- freaking way, you can’t -hahaahaha not there hahaha- make demands,” laughed Sabine in a high voice.

“Not where?” smiled Hera, and she wiggled her fingers mercilessly into Sabine’s lower ribs, making the girl cackle and howl. It took a minute of this before Sabine submitted.

“Alright, alright!” she breathed loudly as Hera relaxed her fingers. “I’ll clean my damn room.”

“And repaint the ghost?”

“No way- you only asked for one thing earlier.”

“I see how it is,” Hera shrugged. “Well, an unrelated question. Who here has a ticklish tummy?”

“What? No, Hera, ahahahahaha damn it hahahaha”

“Looks like it’s you who has a ticklish tummy Sabine,” Hera teased, scratching and prodding her fingers around Sabine’s taut stomach skin. The Twi’lek enjoyed the range of responses she was getting here, from the resumed, high pitched, girly giggles as she caressed Sabine’s abs with her nails, to the loud, uncontrollable belly laughs she received when pressing her fingers in more firmly. Hera began laughing loudly herself when she found tickling Sabine’s lower abdomen caused the girl to literally snort with laughter.

“This is utterly adorable. You give in yet?”

“Alright alright, you pahahaha nooohahaha <snort> win you <snort snort> win ahahaha”

Hera relented. “You’ll repaint the ghost?” She couldn’t resist stroking Sabine’s stomach with a lone finger as she recollected herself.

“Stahp pleasehehehe yes I’ll repaint theeehehehe Ghost.”

“Great, see, it’s easier just following orders isn’t it? Which reminds me, what was the last thing I suggested you could do to help?”

“Oh comeheheeh on Hera I’ve agreed to everyehehehthing you wanted, this is ridiculous.”

“Oh yes that was it, cleaning the engine vexilators. A dirty job, so you’ll probably want to wear something doesn’t show so much ticklish skin.”

“I’m not doing something Zeb should be doing. I’ve already agreed to my room and repainting, this isn’t fair.”

“Neither is me having to put up with this attitude all the time, miss I’d rather paint graffiti then help out. Nice hips by the way.” Hera had noticed that through Sabine’s squirming her sweatpants had risen down slightly, revealing her hipbones.

“Hera, if you so much as think of- ahahahahaha no no no hahahaha I can’t take this hahaha!”

“Wow, you’re thrashing like a dewback on heat,” Hera laughed as Sabine desperately tried to thrust Hera off of her, whilst her fists beat helplessly against the speeder bike.

“I can’t, I can’t,” Sabine howled, utterly helpless as a super sensitive area was probed and attacked.

“Too ticklish?” asked Hera with absolutely zero sympathy. “Come on, clean the engines, and no more requests.”

Sabine, against odds, summoned the last of her resolve, “I’m not hahahahaha gawd nooohohohhahaha cleaning the hahahaha engines hahahahaha screw you Heraahahahaha”

“Aww come on, Sabine, what are you trying to prove? It’s too late, you’ve revealed that beneath your tough exterior you’re just a ticklish little girl. Tickle tickle tickle”

“gahahaha” Sabine howled, hating the teasing almost as much as the tickling itself.

“Imagine if Ezra an Zeb came back and saw you laughing like this,” said Hera with a smile. “Ooh, what have we here.” Hera had noticed Sabine’s toolbox, which included her painting supplies. A small, fine detail brush was peeking out from the corner. Hera reached out and took it, and traced it across Sabine’s hipbones.

Sabine squirmed a little, but there was no other notable effect. “Really Hera? Looks like you’ve run out of steam before I have, “ she mocked.

“Right, you’ve asked for it,” said Hera. There was one obvious spot before her that had not been touched, and so Hera lowered the brush into Sabine’s deep, inner bellybutton.

The effect was instant. “Oh my gosh oh my gosh Hera Hera don’t hahahahaahahahahah! Not therehahahaahah!” All bluster had left the Mandalorian warrior as the brush swirled across the ultra-sensitive skin of her bellybutton, each tiny bristle scraping unbearable against her nerve endings that seemed amplified in that area. Tears were starting to fall from Sabine’s eyes from the merciless assault, and she squirmed with all her strength. At one point Sabine fell into silent laughter, unable to even beg, and Hera thought she had knocked the girl unconsciouss, although after quickly switching to rib tickling and hearing regular albeit fatigued laughter, realised the girl was just hyper ticklish in her bellybutton.

“I give, I give,” she managed to laugh out, and Hera slowed the tickling to a snail’s pace, tickling the edge of her bellybutton, which was still enough to make her stomach frantically twitch.

“You’ll clean the engines?”

“Anything. Just stop tickling.”

“Okay, and repaint the Ghost?” Hera reminded her, lightly tracing the brush over Sabine’s abs.

“Yesshehehehe I said yes.”

“And tidy your room?”

“eheheeh yes just stop hehehe tickling.”

“There’s a good girl. Just last thing.” Hera reached into Sabine’s toolbox again and pulled out a regular pen. Sabine giggled with confusion as Hera wrote the word ‘ticklish’ across her stomach.

“Are you writing hehehe something?”

“Just the word ticklish.”

“What, why?”

“No reason. Anyway,” said Hera, standing up and walking to the door. “I’ll see you later.”

“Wait, what?” demanded Sabine, breathing heavily with desperation. “You said you’d let me go if I did what you wanted.”

Hera grinned. “No, I said I’d stop tickling you if you agreed to the chores. So it might be a while before you get a chance to do those. Although… saying that, I think Ezra, Kanaan, and Zeb will be back soon. Maybe they can let you out if they find you.”

As the repercussions of that, coupled with the word on her stomach, hit Sabine, she only had enough energy left to groan.
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As stated, this story was a request. If you have any ideas yourself, message and let me know. I make no promises, but if it’s characters I’m interested in/familiar with, or a general situation, I’ll happily hear it out.

For me, Sabine is the perfect tickle victim. Tough, cocky, athletic, and very attractive with her quirky pixie chick aesthetic. For similar reasons Ahsoka is also a perfect tickle target, and I might consider doing a story around adult Ahsoka at some point, perhaps after I’ve watched the new season of Clone Wars. I, however, have no intention of doing a second part for the above story.

I have mixed views on Rebels generally. Many of the ‘filler’ episodes were repetitive and uninteresting, with various raids against the Empire doing little to capture my interest. Where Rebels did stand out was with Vader, Ahsoka, the Grand Inquisitor, the lightsaber fights, Maul, Palpatine, Mandalorians- essentially all elements that existed outside Rebels that made Star Wars great, and which were sorely lacking in the majority of seasons. There was incentive to watch, at least, which I cannot say the same about the more recent Resistance cartoon.

Leave a comment if you enjoyed!
 
Great story! Well written and fun, thanks for posting 🙂 And i'd love to read an adult Ahsoka story!
 
Awesome story! It's great to see a Star Wars Rebels theme, and you really crafted it well. Hope you do a revenge story with Hera at some point!
 
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