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Before the Crash...	By : DamnedSputnik Category: +1 through F > Futurama Views: 25879 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: My surname isn't Groening and I definitely don't own Futurama. I also haven't made a cent off of this, so...

Chapter List
- 1-Before the Crash...
- 2-After The Crash
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“Come on, what's his name?” Leela persisted, having long since become fed up with Amy's secrecy.
“Spleesh, Leela. Will you ever get over it?” Amy Wong asked rhetorically, balancing a beer on her long-pregnant stomach. Leela was obstructing her view of the TV, and Amy had to struggle on the couch to get a good view of the latest episode of Hypnotoad. “You… don't know him.”
“Don't you think this guy should at least be there for you? It's your baby, Amy.” Leela grabbed Amy's shoulders and shook her, causing the beer can to spill all over her pink sweat pants. Amy jumped up and side stepped away from Leela. “Well was he… good?”
“Like, only the best I ever had.” Amy slipped out of her sweats, exposing her racy pink thong. She grabbed one of her worn pairs scattered across the room. Holding her distended belly, she briefly considered shooing Leela out of her apartment, but she decided on a better way to get her to leave. She grabbed a pen and a small pad of paper from her coffee table and wrote an address down. She ripped off the top slip of paper, folded it, and handed it to Leela. “Wanna' take him for a spin?”
“Amy!”
“It's a place down in Little Neptune.”
“I'm not going to- no!” Leela protested, quickly grabbing her coat and heading for the door. “You're sick Amy” she exclaimed before escaping through the sliding door to Amy's apartment.
“Finally,” Amy slouched down into her couch and lazily stared at the television until she noticed that there was something missing on the coffee table. She leaned forward and checked if Leela had dropped it on her way out. Realizing that the cyclops had kept the slip of paper brought a smile to Amy's face, and wasting no time she sent out a call on her eyePhone.
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I'm just here beat some sense into that scumbag. I'm just here to beat some sense into that scumbag. The mantra passed through Leela's mind as she wandered through the run-down streets of Little Neptune. If the district was seedy during the daytime, then it was downright obscene at dusk. Men lurked in alleys and catcalled her as she passed. In particular, one man asked what the rates for her “services” were, making Leela wish she had worn something more modest than her slightly transparent white tank top, and even more that she had worn a less flimsy bra underneath.
Putting the comments of the sleazy men behind her, Leela continued on, counting each building down the street to find her address. She came to an unmarked door that should have been her destination. She was doubtful that this was where she was supposed to go; the door was covered in grime and dirt from neglect. The wall around it was likewise decaying and covered in graffiti.
Checking her bracelet to make sure she was on time, Leela walked up to the door and nervously knocked.
No response.
“I'm here for the scumbag that knocked up my friend, now open up.”
Again, no response.
Leela sighed, and attempted to force the door open. Eventually, she found that she could move the door through a gap in the side, and awkwardly managed to get through the threshold. The door slid back in to place as soon as her hand slipped off of the edge. She found herself in pitch darkness, and couldn’t help but stumble as she searched the walls for a light switch of some sort. She found a nub on the wall, and pressing it down, a dim light filled the room. As far as she could tell the room was plaster white, with beams exposes at the ceiling. What really threw Leela off, however, was the size of the room. It was tiny by all standards, barely giving the cyclops woman enough room to stretch both of her arms out. To subtract from the size of the room, the room lead nowhere, with no other doorways than the one she had just entered from. The only thing that gave the room the sense of purpose were two holes in each of the plaster walls, giving Leela a growing sense of dread in her stomach.
She stood in stunned silence for an excruciatingly long time, unsure of how to proceed, when from one of the holes a flaccid penis snaked its way out. Close to eight inches in length, the monster cock was by far the largest that she had seen, and left serious questions as to how enough blood could possibly be pumped into it while erect. Was this Amy's secret boyfriend? Was this all this was supposed to be some fling in a scummy gloryhole?
That bitch Leela thought, turning to leave the gloryhole. She was in the middle of fumbling with the sliding door when she paused. What if it was just some coincidence? Would anyone know what went on in some sleazy corner of New New York? Leela considered the dry spell she had been in. Perhaps this was just the thing to get her out of it. She shut the door once again and shuffled to the dick on the other side of the room. She squatted down in front of the hole, stretching the fabric of her leggings, and took the dick in her hand.
Her strokes gradually brought the cock to erection, the heat from the phallus warming Leela's hands. She fumbled around with it at first, unable to find a rhythm with the unlubricated cock, but eventually the friction from her motions brought the strange dick up to a nine inch full mast. She heard a moan from the other side of the wall, and took it to mean she was performing well. Her absent hand strayed down up her thighs, resting at the crotch of her leggings. She was already wet, and her juices were soaking through the shear fabric that she wore.
Leela brought her mouth to the head of the cock, and took the his shaft into her mouth. Reflexively, the man's pelvis pressed against the hole, presenting more of his length to her, and exposing a tuft of ginger pubic hair through the hole. Leela compensated for this by sliding her mouth further down the shaft. The vacuum she was creating with her mouth elicited more feedback from the hole, as her mouth threatened to consume him. Her fingers were hard at work, rubbing along her covered covered slit. The excitement of blowing a complete stranger got to her, and with every pass her fingers made over her clitoris, she shuddered with pleasure. Her mouth worked over the shaft, up and down, as her tongue pleasured the head. Leela pulled back from the cock for a moment, keeping her hand at her crotch, long enough to remove the scrunchy from her ponytail. When her purple hair was let down, Leela got to work on her tank top, sliding it over her head. She then unclasped her beige bra and tossed it off to the side, along with her top.
Leela got back to work on the cock, with her one hand back to pleasuring herself, and the other at work fondling her left breast. With the dick in her mouth already slick with spit and precum, she was able to maneuver around the shaft daringly, swiftly moving her mouth progressively down the shaft, until her face was pressed against his pelvis, and his pubic hair brushing her nose. While she deepthroated the stranger, her fingers entered her slit, pushing the fabric of her leggings and panties deep inside of her. The walls of her pussy convulsed around her fingers, as a wave of pleasure overtook her. Her climax hit her like a truck, rendering her useless to do anything but shudder around the cock she was blowing. The pulsations of her orgasm brought with it her inner fluids, waves of which leaked out of her pussy throughout. By the time her climax had passed, Leela's leggings were soaked, dripping on to the floor beneath her, and her body shone with sweat.
Leela stood up, her knees wobbling in exhaustion. She thought she was done with the gloryhole, but the dick in the wall didn't contract. Realizing that he hadn't cum, Leela felt guilty that she had considered leaving him unsatisfied. Almost on autopilot, Leela slid her leggings down her thighs. She was in nothing more than her beige panties, which were excessively wet by this point. She stepped out of her leggings, and bent over to remove her underwear. With her damp panties in hand, Leela fed them through the space around the long cock in front of her, where they were quickly taken by the stranger on the other side. In an attempt to take the man by surprise, the cyclops backed herself onto his length.
Her folds overtook the head of the man's cock quickly, forming a perfect cover over it. The warmth was supposedly pleasurable for the stranger, as it elicited a moan out of the other side of the gloryhole. Leela worked her vaginal muscles around his length and slid herself back further. To give herself proper leverage, Leela had to hold herself up on the door in front of her. She was slow at first, sliding herself deeper onto him until he bottomed out inside of her. With the stranger's length filling her, she began to oscillate on him. Each motion brought a shiver of pleasure to Leela's inner walls, and she could assume that he was feeling the same. She picked up speed, extending herself from just encapsulating his tip, to pressing her ass up against the wall of the gloryhole.
She moaned between her panting. The carnal movements were bringing her closer and closer to another orgasm, the cock filling her more than she'd been ever filled before. Almost instinctively, she flexed around him periodically, testing his stamina. As their speed increased, Leela has an idea to add some variety to their fuck. She thrust herself back as far as she could go and ground against the base of his dick. He moaned through the wall, and attempted to thrust forward as before. After a few of Leela's motions on the man's length, she pulled back to the tip, and thrust back again, repeating her grinding on him.
He could only take this a few times, as his frantic moaning choreographed. Leela picked up on this signals, and picked up her pace to grind out her orgasm from him. She was egged on by the thought of taking a hot load of his cum all over her face. With her climax approaching, and her pussy tightening and spasming around him, Leela was taken off guard when, mid-grind, he let out a drawn-out groan and let off like a firehose inside of her pussy. Several pulses of his milky white seed painted her vaginal walls white, flowing deep into her womb. Leela cried out, but gave into the sensation of the creampie, and moaned loudly. Her pussy convulsed around the thick member inside of her as an explosion of juices covered the wall. When she calmed down, the consequences of taking the man's potent cum inside of her body was pushed out of her mind.
Leela was taken out of the high of her orgasm when she heard a familiar voice from the other side of the wall.
“Amy...” Fry moaned, barely audible to the woman on the other side of the hole.
“Fry?” Leela demanded out of him.
“Leela?!”
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“Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh God, fuck me!” Amy screamed, bouncing up and down on Fry's lap. The sound of flesh slapping on flesh filled the conference room of Planet Express, and by extension the kitchen where Leela sat, unperturbed, reading a magazine. Though she was eight months pregnant at this point, Amy did all the work while riding her lover, Fry only lay his hands on her hips as she bounced. Left to admire her jiggling ass as she moved, Fry leaned back in the chair and groaned. He took a more forceful hold over her momentarily, as he ejaculated inside of her. Despite a morning of sex with the Martian beauty, Fry still had a large load of cum to pour into Amy's waiting pussy. Amy slumped down, panting heavily as she rested on Fry's cock.
“My turn, you hussy” Leela slapped her magazine down on the kitchen table and walked over to the copulating couple. Even though she was only four months along, her belly was easily visible under her tank top, which she quickly parted with. Her leggings followed soon after, flaunting her purple landing strip, and revealing that she had been wearing no underwear at all. When Amy hopped off of Fry, he reached for an open can of Slurm on the conference table. The Martian tagged Leela out and waddled over to the kitchen, while the purple-haired woman sat up on the table, leaning back and spreading her legs, waiting for Fry to claim her.
The doorbell rang while Fry was positioning his cum-covered cock at Leela's entrance. Amy realized that the two weren't separating any time soon, and that she would have to get it. She searched the area around the table for her discarded underwear, finding her pink thong. Unable to find her bra, she settled with Leela's tank top. She left for the front door, while Leela had her legs wrapped around Fry's waist.
She realized that she would look like a total slut to whoever was waiting at the door, heavily pregnant, wearing a transparent tank top and thong, with an easily visible trail of cum running down her thigh. She made no attempt to fix her appearance, as the thought of exposing herself so crudely excited her further.
When she answered the door, two overweight men stood on the doorstep. When they saw Amy they looked shocked, and whispered excitedly to each other.
“It really is her...”

“Oh my God...”
“Do you think she would do it with us…?”
Nervously, the man on the left walked forward and said “Hi, um, Ms. Wong. I'm a huge fan. Can I get you to sign some prints for me.”
He handed Amy a stack of photos. Most of them consisted of Amy and Leela having sex with Fry, presumably taken from numerous hidden cameras. There were photos from as far back as Amy could remember, from the night that Fry had knocked her up, and even a few from before that, taken in the company showers. Each and every one of the pictures were watermarked in the bottom corner with a familiar robotic face.
“BENDER!”
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