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CHAPTER 2
It was the day after Valentine’s Day, and packages needed to be delivered as usual.
“Where in Luxemburg is Leela?” Hermes grumbled at the Planet Express conference table. Around it sat Fry, Bender, and the Professor.
“It is unusual for her to get here later than us,” noted Fry. “Especially after a day off.”
“Maybe she got lucky last night?” Bender suggested with a chuckle.
“No fair!” growled Fry. “She can’t if I didn’t!”
“I knew you’d screw it up,” Bender laughed. “What did you do?”
“I don’t want to discuss tit,” Fry answered, then shook his head. “It. Discuss it.”
The door behind them slid open, Leela entering rather reluctantly, her eye scanning the room quickly, but thoroughly.
“Finally,” Hermes sighed before snapping, “You’re late!”
“Sorry,” Leela said, approaching sheepishly. “D-do we have a mission?”
She sat down beside Fry, who looked at her with concern. “Are you okay?” he asked her.
“Fine,” she answered too quickly and unconvincingly. “No problem.”
She paused.
“Amy in yet?” came a follow-up, and rather snappish, query from the captain.
“She’s working on the ship,” said the Professor. “Making sure it’s ready and won’t kill you all unexpectedly, and whatnot…”
“Can we get on with the mission?” Hermes grumbled. “I have some forms to fill out that I’ve scheduled to take exactly a certain amount of time.”
“What’s the mish?” Fry asked.
“You have to deliver a crate of eggs to Flapjack Seven, the pancake planet,” Farnsworth smiled. “From there you’ll pick up several barrels of maple syrup, which you’ll deliver to Canada before co oming back.”
“Why would Canada need maple syrup?” Bender asked. “I thought they were swimming in the stuff!”
“They secretly don’t want the world to know they’re completely out,” Farnsworth whispered covertly.
“The crate’s on the ship, so hurry up!” Hermes growled. “We’ve already eaten seven point one five minutes into my form filling period!”
“Aren’t we going to wait for Amy to finish the repairs?” Leela asked, hoping the others didn’t notice the odd urgency in her voice.
“No… no…” the Professor answered, waving a dismissive hand. “I asked her to give the ship some maintenance during the mission, since the ship needs some bits and pieces done to it. Nothing that’ll interfere with the mission, mind you.”
Hermes left quickly, the Professor shuffled away, and Fry and Bender made their way towards the ship, leaving Leela sitting at the table. Just as he was about to follow Bender up the ship’s steps, Fry turned around towards Leela.
“You coming, Leela?” he asked, making her jump.
“Coming,” she answered quickly, jogging to meet up with him. Fry frowned.
“You sure everything’s okay, Leela?” he asked.
“I’m okay,” she said. “Don’t worry about it. I’m just a bit tired.”
Fry’s face twisted into concerned confusion, but he just turned to ascend the steps without another word, Leela in tow.
“Hi guys!” chirped Amy’s voice as Bender and Fry entered the cargo hold.
Bender just made an uninterested noise on the way to the bridge, while Fry gave her a more cheerful greeting. The Martian mechanic was kneeling before an opened panel, wearing powder-blue overalls along with a few smudges of grease. She had an opened toolbox beside her and some kind of tool in her hand, the other end of it disappearing into the darkness within the panel.
“Hi Leela,” she said as the captain came into view.
Leela looked at Amy, eye full of fear and confusion. Amy’s face appeared cheerful and fairly normal for the most part, but Leela could see something in her eyes as well; possibly the same fear and confusion. Realizing she’d been just standing there for a while, Leela quickly said “hi” and joined the others in the bridge.
—
SIX HOURS LATER
Despite the time she had really been flying the ship, Leela felt it had been close to half a day now. She had been unusually quiet the entire trip, just thinking over and over about the night before and dreading talking to Amy about it. Leela had only seen the young Wong girl once since the awkward greetings in the cargo hold; when Amy had come to repair a panel at the back of the ship. Even then, they never spoke, though she had briefly engaged Fry and Bender in conversation as they took turns playing a video game near where Amy had made the repairs. The guys had basically just done that the whole trip, though Fry had tried to talk to Leela again at one point. After giving him no information, he jumped to the conclusion of a bad date the night before, said he understood himself and told her he’d leave it at that, and that suited her fine. In some ways, Fry had hit the nail on the head. In other ways though, he was quite wrong. And that was kind of the problem in itself: Leela didn’t know how to take what had happened.
“I’m getting hungry,” Fry whined to Bender from the back of the ship. “I’m gonna go get something to eat. You coming?”
“Depends. Are you making Bender Waffles?”
“I guess I could,” Fry shrugged. “I was thinking of just a toasted cheese sandwi–“
“Bender Waffles are better, let’s go!” Bender interrupted, pushing past Fry to exit the bridge. Fry called out to Leela before following.
“Want anything, Leela?”
She didn’t respond. One eye just staring at the stars ahead.
“Leela?”
Leela jumped, Fry’s repeated calling being louder and sharper this time.
“Huh?” she called back.
“We’re going to the kitchen for a while,” came Fry’s explanation. “You want anything?”
“No, I’m fine,” she said, managing a smile. “You guys go ahead.”
Fry left the room, leaving Leela alone. She let out what would have been a very audible sigh to anybody in the room, as if doing so would ease her mind. It didn’t. It wasn’t long, less than a minute in fact, when she heard the door creak open behind her. Thinking it was just one of the guys back, she didn’t think anything of it. It wasn’t until her name was said by that of a female’s voice, she realized it wasn’t.
“Amy!” Leela said with a start, standing up quickly to face her. “Wh-what are you doing here?”
Amy stood there sheepishly, rubbing her left arm up and down with her right. She wore an expression of doubt and clearly wanted to say something.
“I saw the guys leave for the kitchen,” she said. “I thought it’d be a good time to… well… talk to you… about stuff.”
“I don’t really feel like talking,” Leela answered.
“Come on, Leela,” Amy said, taking a step forward. “We can’t just leave things like this.”
“I said no,” Leela frowned, showing the first hint of strength she had all day. “Why don’t you get back to repairing the ship?”
“Leela…”
Amy placed her hands on Leela’s shoulders, but the cyclops pushed them off roughly.
“Get your hands off me!” Leela growled. “I’m not interested!”
Amy tried again, but this time Leela grabbed her wrists and started pushing her back towards the door.
“You don’t understand!” Amy managed to say. “I wanted to apologize!”
Just as the last word had left Amy’s mouth, her back hit the closed door, and Leela’s force pushed her arms against it too, either side of her head. The anger in Leela’s face calmed a bit, her grip loosening on Amy’s wrists.
“Huh?” she asked.
“I wanted to say that I’m sorry,” Amy continued. “About last night, that is. It was my fault. It was all those drinks, and I was annoyed Kiff wasn’t there, and that I hadn’t seen him for so long. I just kind of, I dunno… needed somebody to be there for me, and you kind of were. I didn’t know what I was doing, I was drunk, and you’d been so understanding.”
Leela let go of Amy completely, stepping back and feeling a bit guilty suddenly. Amy smiled and rubbed one wrist with the other.
“So… yeah,” Amy said. “I’m sorry. It shouldn’t have happened. I’m just a little… um, well… frustrated at the moment. And when I get tipsy my inhibitions just go sooooo spluh!”
“I’m sorry too,” Leela said, blushing a bit. “I should have known and not jumped to stupid conclusions.”
“So we’re friends again?” Amy smiled.
Amy put out her hand, and Leela smiled back and shook it.
“Yeah. Of course.”
“Cool,” Amy said. “I’m just soooo glad we cleared that up!”
“Yeah, me too,” Leela sighed with relief. “I was so confused.”
“Well, at least last night wasn’t a total waste,” said Amy. “I mean, for a while there we really opened up and had some fun.”
“Yeah, I guess we did,” Leela admitted.
“Well, I’d better get back to the repairs and stuff,” Amy said. “How long until we’re there?”
“About another hour and a half. Got much more to do?”
“Only another couple of things. I should be done before we arrive.”
Amy left the bridge and Leela sat back down. She felt much better now. And yet, there was still something that didn’t feel quite right. Perhaps time would just get rid of that, she thought. Leela took the flight controls in her hands again, pulling back her left as if it had burned her.
“Damn it, Amy!” she grumbled as she stared at the oily grease on her palm, which also now covered the steering wheel.
—
The Planet Express ship touched down upon the surface of Flapjack 7, the cargo lift descending from the craft’s belly with Fry, Bender and the crates upon it. Leela came down the steps to greet the four aliens below, holding an electronic pad. Amy was in the cargo hold, operating the lift controls, now cleaned of any grease and wearing her standard pick sweatsuit. The inhabitants of Flapjack 7 were thin people with light brown skin and blue clothes that resembled a diving suit or something of that ilk. One of them standing there was a female, and the other three were males. To Leela, they all looked pretty much the same, save for slight differences in the style and length of their hair.
“One crate of eggs,” Leela said, handing them the pad and pen. “Sign here.”
“First we want to check that our eggs survived the journey,” the nearest one said with tones of arrogance.
“Fair enough,” Leela shrugged, then she turned to the lift. “Bender. Open it up.”
Bender took a crowbar from inside himself and prized the lid off, he looked inside then jumped back, exclaiming “Uh-oh!”
“What do you mean ‘Uh-oh?'” Leela frowned, hands on hips. At that moment Amy came down the steps to stand behind her.
“Well… there’s nothing wrong with them… as such,” Bender said nervously, then he spoke straight to the Flapjackians. “You guys were going to have these scrambled, right?”
“Bender!” Leela yelled.
The female Flapjackian looked inside the crate, then turned back to her associates with a shake of the head and a frown.
“I’m so sorry,” Leela said. “We’ll get you some more at no charge.”
“That won’t be necessary,” the foremost Flapjackian answered with a smirk. “We have an alternative solution.”
Suddenly, all four drew a pistol of some kind, the female and the rear-most male training theirs on Fry and Bender, while the others were targeted at Leela and Amy. Everybody gasped.
“What the hell?” Leela said. “What’s the big idea?”
“We’re taking your ship, Captain,” the Flapjackian leader said. “It will serve as ample payment. And from there, we can then just go and get our own eggs.”
Leela just saw a bright flash before her. Then, all was darkness.
—
Vision returned to Leela, and all she could see was green. There was a weird tingling sensation in her abdomen, and the back of her head hurt, but otherwise she felt fine. Upon sitting up, she realized that the green she had seen was the sky, which then brought back the fact she wasn’t on Earth and rest of the surroundings reminded of me of what she last remembered.
“Bastards!” she snorted, rubbing the back of her head, no doubt hurt from hitting the ground after the shot.
Standing up the first thing she noticed were the three patches of flattened grass where the ship once stood: two circular ones and a more rectangular one. Her concerns, however, were more centered on the others than the ship. Bender and Fry were nowhere to be seen, but upon turning around she found Amy on the ground lying on her side. After giving the whole area a full 360-degree scan to be sure, she walked over to Amy and knelt down.
“Amy? Are you alright?”
Amy stirred as Leela gently shook her, looking up with weary confusion.
“Leela? Wha– Ow!”
Amy, upon trying to sit up, grasped her right shoulder. Gritting her teeth she rubbed the sore spot and resumed sitting up.
“What happened?”
“They shot us and took the ship,” Leela grumbled. “Must have used some kind of stun ray or something. I can’t see Fry or Bender anywhere. They could still be on the ship or something.”
“So we’re stuck here?” Amy asked, sounding suddenly frightened.
“Looks like it.”
“What are we going to do?”
Leela stood up from her crouched position and looked around again. They had landed in a clearing, with jungle on all sides. It was times like this that Leela hated being told to land in places far from civilization, but that seemed to be the standard practice for some reason. Poking up through the blue-leaved trees in the distance in all directions was the odd rocky tor, each varying in height. Other than that, Leela saw nothing of note, as everywhere looked pretty much the same in all directions.
“I think our best bet is to head for that column of rock there,” Leela told Amy, indicating one of the taller pillars about ten miles away or so. “If we can climb it, we might be able to see some civilization somewhere. It’s the closest of the tall ones, and who knows… that smaller one on the way might be tall enough to see something too.”
“Sounds good to me,” Amy said, getting to her feet. “Let’s go.”
The two set off, not realizing how long it would take them to get there. Just over nine hours later it became dark, and temperature in the otherwise humid and torrid jungle had dropped suddenly to become very unpleasant. Luckily, they didn’t walk much more than another hour after the sun had disappeared when they came across the base of the nearer, shorter stony hill, which luckily housed a cave at its base. Both relieved and exhausted, the two travelers ducked inside to find it had more room that they had expected; about the size of a small bedroom or office in an average house.
“It’s not a hotel suite,” Leela commented, “but it’ll do us for the night. Once the sun rises we can climb this thing and try and get off here somehow. In the meantime…”
Leela aimed her wrist-computer at a large rock sitting in the middle of the cavern, shooting it with a laser beam until it glowed bright red.
“…we may as well be as warm and comfy as we can.”
Amy knelt before the red-hot rock, holding her hands above it and rubbing them, but Leela turned back towards the cave exit.
“Where are you going?” Amy asked her.
“Out to find some food and something soft to sleep on. I’ll be back in fifteen or twenty minutes.”
“Okay. Be careful,” Amy called after her as she disappeared.
Thankfully her wrist-computer had a torch, which allowed her to find some low tree branches with incredibly soft leaves rather quickly, as well as some berries she didn’t recognize, but, again thanks to her computer, were scanned to be edible. Leela gathered as much as her arms could carry and headed back. But upon returning, she heard muffled cries of what sounded like pain from within the cave. And it definitely sounded like Amy. Leela gasped, rushing to the entrance, then she quickly scurried inside.
“Amy! Are you oka-“
Leela cut herself off, dropping her bundles of food and bedding at her feet, and just staring at the friend she thought was in danger. Instead, Amy was sitting before the glowing rock, leaning back against the cave wall with her legs spread apart and her right hand down the front of her pink sweatpants. Leela managed hearing her sigh, “ohhhh Kiff!” once before she had jolted alertly to face Leela also; red in the cheeks and stunned like a deer in headlights. After a moment, Leela went red too, turning around quickly.
“I, uh… I’m sorry, Amy!” she stammered. “I didn’t mean to… uh… interrupt you with your… your stuff.”
“I wasn’t!” Amy defended sharply. “I mean, I didn’t! I mean…”
Amy trailed off, and Leela could just hear sobbing from her. The cyclops reluctantly turned around to see her weeping into her knees, hand now removed from where it once was. After gaining a little composure, Amy looked up with tear-filled eyes and spoke. The words that came sounded more frustrated than sad.
“I’m not going to deny it, since there’s no real point. It doesn’t do any good anyway. It’s just not the same.”
Leela wasn’t sure why she asked instead of just leaving it at that, but she did.
“Is this to do with the whole Kiff thing again?”
Amy nodded slowly.
“It was like I said the other night… he just can’t satisfy my needs in that department, but he’s soooo sweet. I love him. I really do, but… it’s just been so hard. He’s perfect in every other aspect but that one, and I’m not going to cheat on him with another guy just to get what I need. So… I’ve tried to pleasure myself more than I used to lately, to fill the void.”
“That sounds fine to me,” Leela said, sitting down beside her now. “What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing really,” Amy sighed. “But it just doesn’t feel the same, y’know? Sure, I know how I like to feel and where I like to feel it, but as much as Kiff tries, he just doesn’t know how to really please a woman. And it just feels kind of empty without sharing it with somebody else.”
Leela just stared at Amy, a strange feeling building within her.
“Without somebody else to kiss your lips, and caress your body, and just to have the sensation of naked skin against naked skin.”
Amy closed her eyes, a smile of satisfaction forming with her lips as her hands roamed across her own body. The sight of Amy and her plight brought clarity to Leela’s sensation. She recognized it from before. It had happened when Zapp Brannigan had said how pathetically lonely he was. It had happened when Alcazar had said they were the last of their “species” one fateful night. And now, here in this cave, the feeling was back with Amy.
“I don’t know what to do,” Amy finally admitted after stopping.
“I do,” came a voice, closer to Amy’s ear than she had expected.
Amy’s head flicked to her right, Leela’s face was right there just a couple of inches away. She was leaning forward on her hands and knees in a pose that would best describe that of a prowling cat. As Leela slowly leaned even closer, Amy’s eyes widened.
“Leela, what are yourrrmmmmph!”
That’s when Leela’s mouth had pressed firmly into the younger girls, inciting a kiss that made the one they’d shared the night before pale in comparison. Amy had toppled onto a now semi-laying down position, propped up on her elbows with Leela leaning down over her, their lips still locked. After the shock was over, Amy gave into the kiss, the two women’s tongues sliding and writhing around in their mouths. When Leela finally ended the kiss, Amy didn’t know what to say. She’d certainly never been kissed like that before. It was powerful, yet gentle and caring at the same time. She also noticed that one of Leela’s legs was resting right between her own, putting a significant pressure on her crotch. Leela stroked Amy’s left cheek tenderly and spoke.
“How about for tonight, we pretend that I am your Kiff.”
Amy didn’t know what to say to that, but Leela had clearly not intended her words to be the question one could mistake them for. The hand previously stroking Amy’s cheek glided down her throat and to the middle of her upper chest. Amy’s eyes just followed it as the fore thumb and finger grasped the zipper there and slowly pulled it down. Once the front of the garment was separated, Leela leant down to kiss Amy’s navel, making the Martian girl jump.
After a few pecks and slurps, Leela put her tongue in the middle, wriggled it around, then proceeded to slide it up Amy’s stomach slowly. As it traveled up, Leela used her hands to slide the sweat top from Amy’s shoulders, revealing the dark purple bra that hid Amy’s breasts. Leela’s tongue stopped between these breasts, whereby she used her mouth to unfasten the clasp that sat there. With no shoulder staps to impede it, the bra took little encouragement to simply slide off Amy’s mounds like two cupcakes from a greased pan. Leela’s lips traveled to Amy’s right nipple first, sucking on the pink nubs soundly before licking them all over. When the tip of her tongue began to flick rapidly at the very tip of it, Amy’s head fell back with her first words since the act had been started.
“Ohhhh, Kiff!”
Leela’s plan seemed to be working for Amy, but she didn’t stop there. After a few more moments of teasing Amy’s right breast, she let her tongue run across towards Amy’s left breast, leaving a wet trail of saliva that Amy felt as a cool sensation on her chest. Once the tongue had made its second journey, Leela gave the left nipple the same attention, bringing another call from Amy, whose head was still back with closed eyes and blushed smile.
“Ohhhh, Kiff!”
With Leela’s silent encouragement, Amy lay onto her back fully while Leela lifted one leg and then the other, slipping off Amy’s boots, socks, and, finally, sweat pants. Now only Amy’s small, dark purple panties remained as clothing. Leela’s next action was to gently, but firmly, place an index finger against Amy’s briefs, just below where Amy’s sex is hidden, then slowly run it up. Amy, who still had her eyes closed and head back, jumped at the sudden contact, a moan of approval escaping her lips. Leela could feel the dampness of the material. Leela leant down to tease the sensitive area of Amy’s inner thighs with her tongue, noting Amy’s breathing becoming more rapid and that the Martian girl had moved one hand from behind her head to play with her own breast. After sensing Amy was wanting more, Leela slid down the panties to reveal Amy’s pussy.
Leela prepared herself to do something she’d never done before, but then pretty much everything over the past few minutes was new to her, at least with regards to it being a woman. She decided to start by licking around the outside first a few times, which got a response from Amy all right. Then, as she ventured a further and slid the tip of her tongue into the folds, Amy’s call was changed.
“Ohhhh, Leela!”
Leela stopped tending to Amy, frozen for a moment before she looked up. There she saw Amy looking down, a similar expression on her face as if she couldn’t believe what she said just as much as Leela couldn’t believe what she had heard. Then, pretty much at the same time, they both smiled at each other in a look neither could really describe. It was as if both had, just then, crossed a boundary. Leela was no longer just helping Amy though sexual frustration, and Amy was no longer thinking of Kiff during the process. Both minds were clearly and purely on each other, and both understood it as their faces drew closer again to begin another passionate kiss, which may not have been as powerful as the last, but was definitely more loving and sensual. Just before it ended, Amy ran her tongue around Leela’s lips, tasting her own nectar from her new lover.
“You’re amazing!” Amy breathed before slurping Leela’s lips quickly again. “Done this before, have we?”
“No,” Leela answered, blushing. “I’ve never even looked at women in this way before, let alone done anything like this.”
“Neither have I,” Amy said. “I considered it once in my mid to late teens. Out of curiosity. But I never actually tried it. But… tonight… maybe it’s like we said the other night.”
Leela kissed Amy again, this time on the neck and shoulders before saying, “what’s that?”
“How we both agreed that men don’t understand us, and understand our needs,” Amy explained. “Y’know… how they don’t know what a woman wants. Perhaps the only one who can really, truly understand and give a woman what she really wants is, well… a woman.”
“That’s because you told me,” Leela said.
“True,” Amy admitted. “But we can make each other feel good in a way that no man could. Because we know our bodies and what they like.”
Amy kissed Leela again on the lips, sucking on them slightly as she finished. The look on Amy’s face following it Leela noticed was similar to the ones Amy had had during those sensual dance moments the night before.
“Despite that though, you missed something,” Amy said, voice even more sultry than before.
“Oh?” Leela said, caught off guard. Amy kissed her nose and giggled.
“I said I needed somebody else to kiss my lips, caress your body, and to have the sensation of naked skin against naked skin…”
Sitting up, Amy grasped the bottom of Leela’s tank-top in both hands and pulled it up and over her head, then tossed it aside, revealing a dark pink bra beneath.
“I don’t believe I’ve felt much of your naked skin yet,” Amy whispered, sending chills down Leela spine.
Amy pressed her lips into Leela’s, wrapping her arms around the cyclops. While their lips and tongues squirmed together, Amy unclipped Leela’s bra, letting it drop off her breasts to the rocky ground. Pulling Leela closer, Amy prompted their breasts to touch, their nipples seeming to imitate their mouths. Pulling away from the kiss, Amy kissed down Leela’s throat, sliding her hands down Leela’s side to her hips as she did. As she grasped Leela’s trousers in her hands, her mouth also grasped Leela’s right nipple, not leaving until she had slipped off all of Leela’s lower garments, save for her dark pink panties. Rising up again, Amy leaned forward to kiss Leela again, slipping one arm around the cyclopses waist while the other trailed up Leela’s right leg. Slowly encouraging Leela to lie back by pressing her body against her, Amy began gently rubbing Leela’s sex through her panties, causing the cyclops to gasp a little mid-kiss. When Leela was right down on her back with Amy atop her, she broke the kiss between them. Looking down at Leela seductively while still rubbing her down below, Amy began to rub herself on Leela, their nipples flicking back and forth against themselves while Amy still rubbed Leela’s sex with one hand while grinding her own against Leela’s left thigh.
“Mmmmmmm, that’s much better,” Amy said between breaths. “I haven’t felt this good in a looooong time!”
Amy stopped stroking Leela to slip her hand down the front of Leela’s panties and slip her fingers inside her moist pussy, making her purple-haired lover moan louder.
“And, judging from your reaction, I’d bet you haven’t either,” the Wong girl said, slipping her fingers out.
Leela groaned again, then managed a smile.
“I never would have thought this could happen,” she said, bringing up one hand to stroke Amy’s cheek. “I never thought I’d ever consider going to a woman for this. Let alone you.”
“Me neither,” Amy admitted. “But now, being here with you and sharing this, it seems so right. You’ve given me an experience I don’t think any man could.”
“I’m happy to help,” Leela said after a brief kiss on Amy’s lips.
“We helped each other,” Amy said softly.
Leela began to smile back, then gasped as Amy put her fingers back in. From there, the two pleasured and loved each other over the following couple of hours before drifting off to sleep in a cave beneath alien stars, all their problems momentarily forgotten. But when morning would come, those problems would return.