A/N: A great booshlr from tumblr requested Naboo. YAY!

Nabooliola asked:

If you're still up for them ficlets...I'd love to see some Naboo (obviously) and if you paired him with Saboo I might explode from happiness.

Alright nabooooooliola, here we gooooo!

1. Bollo

2. SABOO

3. Kevin

4. Eleanor

5. The Head Shaman dude Dennis

1. Sometimes Bollo wished he wasn't gorilla. Sometimes he wished he'd appeared more humanoid, maybe less fuzzy. Sometime Bollo cried. Bollo cried for Naboo. Because Naboo didn't know how much Bollo loved him. Bollo wished he could hug him and kiss, Naboo the fragile insect from another world. But no, Shamans don't love the gorilla. They love The Familar like a brother.

But I do not wish to be a brother. I wish to be a lover. I wish my rough hands, would run through his hair, and touch his turban in a club. When we dance and I am not DJ I want to hold him and touch him. The little alien in my arms, my shaman, my only shaman. He has woven a spell on me.

I wish I could do the same.

2. "S-S…saboo…ooooh…"

"That's right you little….cunt…" Saboo paused on those words: Naboo did not have a cunt. Nor a dick. Which made him a bit distracted during the supposed-rape when he found out. The only thing the alien being had was an ass, and with that was all he yet needed to violate the little man.

Instead of a crunch, the sounds were schlup, schlup, unf, unf, unf, ohhh sabooooo…

Naboo knew he could do very little, tied up and naked. He was small and crushed easily under the bulk of his fellow rival. Plus the magic inhibitor on his ankle, black-market and expensive…well, it certainly proved how desperate Saboo was to make him his bitch. Yet being 'physically' devoid of sexual reproduction, well, yet again aliens can be quiet surprising. They still had a similar organ inside them that caused pleasure, plus…

"OH! NOT THERE! SABOO!"

"That's it Naboo, moan for me little man." He growled and continued pulling the man's earlobes. Naboo's face was a sight to behold; his eyes rolled back, uttering little throaty cries. His ears were turning bright red, the lobes being tugged and yanked with each thrust from the darker man between his pale legs.

Soon Saboo came, filling his enemy with earthling seed.

But Naboo moaned, writhed about and suddenly exuded a shimmery, blue liquid from his ears. Saboo panted and stared, watching the little bit spurt out and drip, unto the satin pillows, while Naboo sighed. His wide lips smiling in pleasure, eyes closed in relief, dripping blue goo from his ears.

Saboo would never be within 3 feet of him ever again.

3. It took a second for Naboo to realize he was in another part of the forest of the Shaman council. Then he realized he was tied to a recliner chair. His legs spread.

And Kirk, in his usual attire, staring at him.

minutes passed of this.

"Kirk?"

Kirk still did not flinch.

"Why am I naked?"

Kirk still didn't move.

"…are you…"

And then it hit him right when Kirk sprouted thick long, knobby tentacles from under his robes.

Kirk was an alien from a neighboring moon of Zooberon.

They weren't very controlled in their 'behaviors'. Nor was it known, since the great war 3 thousand years ago, that Naboo's people were on friendly terms.

As evidenced by the tentacles being a bit 'friendly' with him from the motionless form of the-'boy'-formerly-known-as-Kirk, the alien intended to get his revenge on his cultural enemy.

4. "Goin' my way, little man?"

Naboo turned his head, having just gotten done shopping for magical herbs. There was a large woman in bright red and white, smoking as she looked him over. He paused for the moment, wondering if she was a lady of the night or prowling for…ah.

"I've been looking for a man I can easily…manage. You know, take for walks, baby up and carry in my purse like those little pig-dogs." She exhaled with a strangely masculine voice, the heels more like THUDDING on the pavement as she swung her way to him. Her strangeness naturally made Naboo frown and back of as the beastly-woman approached.

"I'm afraid I'm rather should be on my way. Lovely to meet you." He bowed and turned curtly to scurry off, but her hand on his shoulder was meaty and kept him back. He turned to her, noticing her eyes behind the sunglasses. She looked sad…lonely….

"Please little boy. Let me feel loved again."

So he did.

5. He felt no shame. After all, they were Shaman men. and what happens at 5 AM, stays at 5 AM.

The hotel bed could barely contain their love making. Who knew, thought he, that such a little man could pack so much….fire….

"Naboo! Woah! Well then!" He coughed and groaned, watching the pale body thump up and down his lap. Naboo was gasping little breaths, obviously enjoying screwing himself on the Shaman's manhood with delight. His hands pawed the chest for balance and support. His hair bouncing about with his body radiant and shiny in the moonlight streaming in.

"There's a lot you don't know about me." Naboo winked and purred, gyrating those clean-shaved hips making the older man grunt and moan.

"Like…un….gngn….what?"

"Do you wonder where I ejaculate from?"

"Yes I…OH! DO!"

"Oh you'll see. You'll see."