Futurama Hentai – Zapp pole for Turanga girl

Title: Futurama Hentai – Zapp’s Poles for Turanga Girl
by Alex ALLART (2022)

It was another mundane day in 3012 New New York, and Leela Turanga was working her shift at Planet Express as usual. The species-changing, eye patch-wearing girl could only sigh in boredom as she sat at her desk, filling out paperwork. Suddenly, the door swung open.

In sauntered Captain Zapp Brannigan, looking as arrogant and creepy as ever. “Ah, Child, I come bearing gifts!” he proclaimed, holding up a glittering pole of neon blue.

Leela rolled her eyes. “Put that thing away, Zapp. I’m not in the mood for your 2nd-rate lounge act today.”

But the pompous Captain wouldn’t be deterred. Grinning lecherously, he peeled off his starship suit to reveal a shiny thong. “Now Leela, be a good girl and give this pole a twirl.”

Shaking her head, Leela stood up, fire in her one eye. “I oughta smack some of the stick up your hairy a–”

Before she could finish, Zapp lunged forward, tackling her to the ground. “Fuck, you’re gumming for it, aren’t ya?” He pinned her wrists above her head as she struggled futilely.

Leela let out an outraged squawk as the crass Captain ground his crotch against her. “Enough, you Neanderthal! Unhand me this instant!”

“Ooh, talk dirty to me,” Zapp moaned. With a opulent flourish, he produced another glowing pole – a thin, prehensile appendage with a bottlebrush tip. “Madam, allow me to demonstrate…”

Leela watched in horrified fascination as Zapp guided one neon phallus between her legs, the other brushing over her lips. The technicolor poles trembled and throbbed, pulsing with perverse energy.

“Your pleasure is my priority,” Zapp purred, his breath hot on her neck. “Shall I… polish you to a shine?”

Leela shuddered as the alien appendages crept beneath her clothes, probing and teasing. Despite herself, she felt a traitorous heat pool low in her belly…

Suddenly, the office door slammed open again. Frida Blutch and Amy Wong stumbled in, a bottle of disco zyborg in each hand. The sluttyAsian starpilot snickered, lifting her bottle. “Well well, seems like Zappie’s finally getting some action!”

Leela felt her cheeks flame with embarrassment as the girls hooted and cheered the vulgar captain on. “I should have known you two would show up and rain on my parade,” she grumbled.

Smirking, Zapp thrust his hips forward, pushing his poles deeper into Leela’s unwilling body. “They’re just jealous they won’t be getting any!”

“Now class,” he continued, winking at Frida and Amy. “Perhaps you’d care to observe a demonstration in Zapple-rubbing technique…”

Leela groaned in acute embarrassment as Zapp gripped her wrists and began to saw the telescoping shafts in and out, lubricating them with her natural juices. “Fuck, you’re tight!” He grunted, sweat glistening on his hirsute chest.

For all her revulsion, Leela felt herself growing hotter, wetter with each pump of the invasive robots. “Oh g-god,” she whimpered, cheeks burning with exertion and shame.

“Ample your technique, Zapp!” Amy slurred appreciatively, actually applauding.

“Polishing her bisonally!” Frida-Bot burbled. “I’m, like, totally confused!”

Pantsing and thrusting, Zapp single-mindedly stroked the poles into a frenzied rhythm. “Indeed!” He gasped. “Most effective, don’t you agree?”

Leela threw her head back against the rug as candid waves of ecstasy crashed over her. “Zapp… c-cumming…” she cried out.

“That’s it, you gorgeous futon-zshi!” Zapp roared, slamming his hips forward one last time.

Leela spasmed and thrashed senselessly as an overwhelming orgasm wracked her body. Her quim clenched rhythmically, drenching the pistoning shafts in her liquid rapture.

Just then, the office door swung open for a third time. A panting, aggravated Fry moped in, holding a magnum of Martian ale. “Hey guys, I went down to the ‘Zoidberg & You Pub’ and…” His jaw dropped.

“Gee, I hope we didn’t skip any important parts…” Amy bit her lip, grinning evilly.

“Doesn’t look like it,” said the despondent dope. “In any case…”

“We were just leaving!” Amy chirped, linking arms with Frida-Bot and dragging her towards the door. “Enjoy the rest of your colonization!”

“P-progress colony!” Zapp sputtered indignantly, his magnificent muscles glistening.

As the office cleared, an agonised wail split the air. “Noooooo!” Fry tore at his hair, watching them go. “Why is there always some ‘training’ video intruding on my personal moments?”

Zapp thrust one last time, pumping Leela full of luminousNEON seed. “Why don’t you go upstairs and harass Mom, Fry.” Glaring, he pointed to the nearest sign.

Leela was left panting amidst the various fluids, the mortifying glow of orgasm fading. She glowered at Zapp, then turned to Fry and the shimmering signs, the ____ , _____ , _______est and ______ingo rooms, writing themselves in the air. “Uh… I think I need to freshen up,” she muttered with a shudder.

“Yes, yes,” Zapp agreed distractedly, tucking his still-glowing shafts away. “Now scram, I want to get back to my poker game.”

As Leela dragged herself to the bathroom, she couldn’t help but reflect on the sick mind of whomever created those perverted Zapp Brannigan training videos. Damn Academy Awards and their relentless taste for toilet humour…