Title: There ain’t no party like a Gungan party
The official and formal celebration was winding down, the great and the good of Naboo mixing with their Gungan rescuers and the members of the Imperial Senate, who’d played no positive part at all. The Jedi had already left; once the cremation was over they taken Anakin back to their ship to return to Coruscant. Padme wondered if she’d ever see him again, she didn’t think so. She smiled, remembering the innocent young boy and then dropped him from her memory to glance at Jar Jar Binks.
She smiled as she saw his tongue flick out and gobble one of the few uneaten delicacies, he had no panache or manners and he could be as clumsy as a drunken Jawa, but if all the Gungans were heroes, Jar Jar was in a league of his own -- he had turned a rout into a victory (even if accidentally) and had been instrumental in destroying the droid army; more than that he was one of her select band that had followed her into her brief exile. Walking over to him she slipped her arm through his, “This party was a bit boring.”
Jar Jar tried to look polite, “Notsa mysa thing,” he admitted, “But others enjoysa.”
“A few of us are going to have a bit more of an informal celebration in my apartments,” Padme smiled at him, “Come along.”
“Mesa be glad too,” the Gungan replied.
Padme smiled happily, keeping her arm locked through his as she glanced round the room, her three most favoured and loyal handmaidens, Sabe, Rabe and Eirtae had taken their cue from her and had found the Gungans Lyonie, Tobler Ceel and Roos Tarpal, like Padme slipping their arms through the Gungan’s crooks and gently, but persuasively escorting them from the hall -- like Jar Jar they had all played heroic parts in the Nabooian liberation.
The guards opened the main doors, letting them leave, if they had any views on four teens leaving arm in arm with the Gungans they said nothing -- perhaps if they’d defended the palace more heroically they would have been the ones leaving to another party with the Queen and her Handmaidens. The corridors to Padme’s private chambers were mostly deserted, most of the palace’s inhabitants and workers were either still at the party or had retired for the night. It meant every word spoken seemed to reverberate down the empty cavernous passages, so at most the four teens murmured a few words, pointing out a statue of a famous Nabooian or commenting on a picture they passed along the wall. Three of the Gungans responded in kind, wide beams across their face suggesting they had an inkling of where this was leading too. Jar Jar talked more loudly, seemingly not noticing the others quietness as he gazed in awe at the wealth and riches, telling Padme how he never thought a poor working class Gungan like him would be wandering around the palace on a tour escorted by the Queen. Padme smiled at his words, not minding his gauche naivety -- it just made him more endearing in her eyes.
They didn’t walk fast so it took them quarter of an hour to get to the main ball room to Padme’s room. She buzzed in her code and the door slid open. In the middle of a large room was a pool, half a dozen metre square with half a dozen chaise-lounges around it and some tables with wine and some nibbles on them, other sets of doors led to her sleeping quarters, bathroom, study and wardrobes. She disengaged herself from Jar-Jar, “We’re just going to get out of these heavy formal robes and into something more comfortable. Why don’t the four of you make yourselves at home? -- we won’t be long.”
She led the Handmaidens into one of the rooms, where the clothes they were changing out of were laid out. First the Queen got out of her heavy formalwear, Sabe folding up the dress as Eirtae removed the diadem and untangled it from her hair and Rabe cleaned away the white make-up so Padme’s skin could breathe again. The Queen stood naked in front of the mirror admiring her teenage body as she saw her Handmaiden’s behind her stripping out of their formal robes and standing as nude as she was.
It took them a lot less time to change into their new ensembles, each of them slipping into a pair of light shoes and nothing else. Once they were ready Padme made a quick inspection, making sure that the three young women were as pussy shaved as she was and there make-up was fresh and natural looking -- she wanted everything to be perfect for the heroes of Naboo. Satisfied they were ready, she said, “Let’s start this party,” as her Handmaidens nodded excitedly and eagerly, as ready to begin as she was.
Opening the door she led her troop into the main room. The four Gungans were relaxing on the chaise-lounges, three of them sipping wine from golden goblets as if born to it, Jar Jar flicking his tongue around a piece of fruit as he tried to pull it off the platter. They all looked round as the four naked teens entered, Lyonie, Tobler and Roos looking at each other and nodding as if it was what they’d expected, Jar Jar dropping the fruit in shock. It was to him that Padme slowly walked over, swinging her hips sexily and her face lit with her most come-have-me-smile. Her three Handmaiden’s approached the other, grinning, Gungans. Padme had left it up to them who they chose, she’d only put in one condition; that Jar Jar was hers.
