I AM SO TOTALLY PUTTING THIS BEHIND A CUT, ALTHOUGH IT IS ROMANTIC, PEOPLE.
Chewbacca watched as his lover and confidant climbed into the spacecraft and waved farewell with his walking stick. Yoda was small in stature, but in Chewie's heart, he was a giant. Speaking of giant, Chewbacca widened his stance allowing his cloaca to open, his fur-covered penis springing forth.
The breeze ruffled his fur, heightening his pleasure; his massive paw stroked his erection. As images of Yoda performing tai-chi, his voice whispering, "Love you, I do," coupled with the passion in his heart, it brought forth a pained wail as the contrailed evidence of his need stained the woodland floor.
And I welcome concrit. I'm hoping you feel I've captured their voices.