songfic

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If I did a shortish, Amy/Leela songfic, would anyone read it? I wanna know, because I've had an idea.

[Reply #1 on:]

What's a songfic?
I'd read it.

[Reply #2 on:]

Its a fic based around a song, and in this one it'd be Christina Agulara's 'Dirty'. I'll post it up when it's done, and I might carry on depending.

[Reply #3 on:]

Arr... Couldn't you pick something GOOD?
How about 'Science Fiction' by The Divinyls?

[Reply #4 on:]

Nah uh, I need it, the song is good for the style of it. I mean come on, Leela singing 'Dirty' while dancing provocativly, Amy walking in and seeing. Its a short idea I want to try.

[Reply #5 on:]

You kids these days, writhing around to your jungle music...

[Reply #6 on:]

Go for it.

@ColdAngel: I listen to country music and the Wicked soundtrack.  Is that jungle?

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Amy was repairing the Planet Express ship when she heard retro music playing, an old song by the 20th century artist Christina Agulara. The thing was, it wasn’t only Christina singing the song, there was a distinctive second person. Distinctive in a good way though, and Amy thought it sounded rather good for an old song. She looked at the ship, and decided it’d do for whatever mission the crew got sent on next, then got up and followed the sound of singing. It had a good beat but Amy wasn’t sure what it was called. She stopped just outside the female staff changing rooms, listening with interest.

“Uh-Let me loose
Oooh, I'm over due, gimme some room, comin' through
Paid my dues, I'm in the mood, me and my girls come to shake the room
DJ's spinnin', show your hands
Let's get dirrty, that's my jam
I need that, uh to get me off, sweatin' until my CLOTHES come off

It's explosive, speakers are thumpin'
Still jumpin', six in the mornin'
Table dancin', glasses are crashin'
No question time for some action

Temperatures up (can you feel it), 'bout to erupt
Gonna get my girls, get your boys, gonna make some noise,”  came Christina’s voice and the mysterious second. Amy started nodding her head in time with the music. She nudged open the door, and nearly fell over in shock because in  scanty hot pants and a tight top, and singing into a hairbrush was Leela, and she was dancing too.

“Gonna get rowdy, gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty, it's about time that I came to start the
Party, sweat drippin' over my body
Dancin, gettin' just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it's about time for my arrival,” sang Leela, adding some dance moves that made Amy’s jaw drop. The first thing going through her mind was, where the hell did Leela learn that? A second thought was, when did she get so hot?

“Ah, heat is up, ladies, fellas drop your cups
Bodies packed, front to back, move your ass, I like that
Tight hip huggers, low for show
Shake a little somethin' on the floor
I need that, uh to get me off, sweatin' till my clothes come off,” sang Leela, pulling off her top so she was in  her sports bra. Amy felt her cheeks flush, Leela had a nice figure, and the dance was making full use of it.

“Let's get open, cause a commotion
Still goin' eight in the mornin'
There's no stoppin' we keep it poppin'
Hard rockin', everyone's talkin'

Give all you got (give it to me), just hit the spot
Gonna get my girls, get your boys, gonna make some noise,” 

Amy felt herself begin to sweat, getting more than a little hot under the collar. She didn’t normally think of other woman as hot, but Leela was making it difficult to think anything else. Amy was glad Leela was so focused on the song and dance that she  didn’t notice Amy’s staring.

“Gonna get rowdy, gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty, it's about time that I came to start the
Party, sweat drippin' over my body
Dancin, gettin' just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it's about time for my arrival,”

Amy mentally made a note not to insult Leela’s appearance again, because it seemed that it was great when she wasn’t working. More than great, Leela looked fantastic, any hotter and she’d be a fire hazard. Amy could help the way her eyes roamed over Leela, it was an instinctive appreciation.

“ Here it comes it's the one you've been wait'n on
Get up get it rough, yup that's what's up
Givin' just what you love to the maximum
Uh oh, here we go
What to do when the music starts to drop
And that's when we take it to the parking lot
And I bet you somebody's gonna call the cops
Uh oh, here we go,”

Leela was dancing to a high level, her body flexible as it moved in provocative motions. She smiled as she sang, aware that Amy was watching, and making her dance all the more elaborate because of it. She let herself have a smirk as Amy’s eyes followed her every movement.

“Gonna get rowdy, gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty, it's about time that I came to start the
Party, sweat drippin' over my body
Dancin, gettin' just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it's about time for my arrival

Gonna get rowdy, gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty, it's about time that I came to start the
Party, sweat drippin' over my body
Dancin, gettin' just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it's about time for my arrival

Gonna get rowdy, gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty, it's about time that I came to start the
Party, sweat drippin' over my body
Dancin, gettin' just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it's about time for my arrival” finished Leela, her dance finishing in a position Amy thought was entirely inappropriate for the normally uptight space captain. Not that she was complaining.

Leela straightened up and turned to face Amy, “I take it you liked that,” she said simply, reaching for her normal top and trousers., allowing Amy a full view of her cleavage as she bent to pick the clothes up.

Amy opened her mouth to say something, and then closed it again, gaping like a fish.
“Your boobs are as big as your feet,” she blurted out, and then she clapped a hand over her mouth in horror, “I’m sorry!” she squeaked. Leela let out a small laugh, her lips curving into a sly smirk.
“No problem,” she say silkily, and Amy felt her blush rise.
“Where did you learn to do that, why were you doing that? When did you get so damn hot Leela?!” demanded Amy, not quite about to get her head around the idea of a sexy Leela. It wasn’t right.
“Oh, I made it up, picked up bits from here and there. As for why, well isn’t a girl allowed to dance?” she asked innocently, and Amy nodded mutely, still admiring the view.
“What did you think of the dance? Will it do for tonight?” asked Leela, and Amy looked mildly confused.
“What’s happening tonight?” she questioned, and Leela raised her eyebrow suggestively.
“You’re coming over to my place,” she said, and Amy fainted.

She woke up with her head on the boardroom table, and everyone looking at her weirdly, and Leela was blushing mildly.
“What? What happened, spleeze, someone tell me?” she asked, feeling uncomfortable. Fry spoke first.
“You were all like, moaning on the table, and then you were like, ‘your boobs are as big as you feet’ and then you were like, when did you get so hot Leela?!’, and we were like, ‘whoa‘,” he babbled, and Amy felt herself blush as Leela’s blush increased.
“I said that out loud? I thought it was just my dream…” Amy said, before clapping her hand over her mouth and slamming her head into the table.
“You were dreaming about me?” asked Leela suspiciously, and Amy lifted her head.
“It was hot,” she said, and then realised what she had just said, “I’m sorry!”
Leela ignored the last bit and looked interested, “What was I doing?”
“You were singing and dancing to some retro music, Fry’s kind. A song by that Christina woman,”
“Christina Agulara,” piped up Fry, and Leela examined Amy with interest.
“Hmm, go to the KitKat Klub tonight,” she instructed, and Amy was puzzled.
“The new nightclub?”
“That’s the one,” said Leela, “You’ll enjoy it.”

[Reply #8 on:]

“Your boobs are as big as your feet,”


AHAahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!
BWAHAHAHAHA!!!
It's funny because it's true...

[Reply #9 on:]

Lesbians!!!...Fucking lesbians! 

[Reply #10 on:]

Hehe, you like so far then?

[Reply #11 on:]

...Yes?

Can we excpect an update anytime soon?

[Reply #12 on:]

Sure, as soon as I decide on another song. Hehe, Badass Bella and her lesbian lovers. Guess who Bella is.

[Reply #13 on:]

Hehe, boob-feet...Fry was enjoying listening to Amy's sleep muttering.

Hey, speaking of The Divinyls, what about 'I Touch Myself'? I know Austin Powers did it, but if Leela did it...? 

[Reply #14 on:]

so are you gonna make pics to go along with the story? >_>

[Reply #15 on:]

I'll have a lok at the song any1else, maybe download and listen to it.
And any pictures I will leave to the artists on the forum, I am crud at drawing and always will be.

[Reply #16 on:]

"Your boobs are as big as your feet..."
What the?? hehe, nice one.

[Reply #17 on:]

Yet obvious.

And remind me... Since when has there been a female staff changing room?

edit: BTW, you wanted Divinyl's song?

[Reply #18 on:]

jle1993 asked me to post this for her because she's not coming on here anymore for some reason:


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Amy nervously chewed her bottom lip as she tried to decide what to wear. Normally if she wanted to impress someone she’d just go for whatever was the most revealing, but this someone wasn’t just anyone, it was Leela. Amy wasn’t sure what Leela would like her most in, she didn’t want Leela to think she was a complete slut, but on the same note she didn’t want Leela to think she was uninterested.
“Spluh, this is why I normally date men, they’re easier to please,” she muttered to herself as she rummaged through her considerable wardrobe. She had to find something suitable for a nightclub, but it had to have a certain sense of class.

At the very back of her wardrobe she spotted a silk red dress, a present from some lover or another. Looking at it she realised she hadn’t worn it before, and that fact alone was enough for Amy to decide she’d at least try it on.

She pulled it out of the wardrobe and shed her current outfit, slipping the dress on over a lacy underwear set. It was a almost perfect fit. It was slightly too tight, but Amy figured that as long as she breathed in small breaths it would be fine, because apart from that little problem it was wonderful. It clung in the right places and hung where it was beneficial for it to hang. It accented the swell of her breasts and made use of her slim physique, and a plunging ’v’ neckline dipped down low enough to give a tempting tease of what was under the silken fabric.

Amy decided that Leela would love it on her, and so she’d wear it. She applied a generous amount of makeup, less than normal because she didn’t want to seem over the top. Smiling at her decision, Amy pulled on a pair of matching red heels and tottered outside to hail a cab.

Leela was nervous, tonight was a big night. She had performed many times in the KitKat Klub, she had no problem with stage fright and it made her feel good about herself, hearing the crowds roar in approval. No, what was making Leela nervous was the fact Amy would be there watching her.

Amy, the though of her made Leela smile, and the memory of listening to Amy’s talk in her sleep made Leela blush. Leela peered down the top of her corset top, thinking of something Amy had said.
“My boobs aren’t as big as my feet are they?” she questioned the silence surrounding her in her room. Shaking her head she finished applying her makeup, more than anyone at work had ever seen her wear, and then she pulled on her short skirt and black leather boots. She stood up from her seat where she had been getting ready and admired herself in a full length mirror.

Her hair was cascading down her back is loose curls, and she looked so hot it was a wonder the fire alarms weren’t ringing. She grinned to herself and sashayed out of her dressing room, ready for the stage.

Amy slipped into the club and was struck by the light being dimmed and a spotlight focusing on the stage, on a single gorgeous figure in a tight corset and short skirt, a lust inducing shape with…one eye.
“Oh my god, Leela?” Amy wondered aloud quietly, aware of the hush that was captivating the crowd.

The music started playing and Leela’s voice was like a caress spreading over the crowd.
“It’s all an illusion…
There’s too much confusion...
It’s all an illusion…
There’s too much confusion…” she sang quietly for the introduction of the song, her voice almost blending with the music, before her voice rose like a wave on the ocean, capturing everyone within her emotions and her words.
“Down, down, down in your heart
Find, find, find the secret
Turn, turn, turn your head around
Baby we can do it, we can do it alright
Do you believe in love at first sight?
It’s an illusion, I don’t care
Do you believe I can make you feel better?
Too much confusion, come on over here,” she sang, adding in some small dance movements, but generally staying with swaying and arm motions.
“Can we get together?
I really, I really want to be with you
Come on, check it out with me
I hope you, I hope you feel the same way too

I searched, I searched, I searched my whole life
To find, to find, to find the secret
And all I did was open up my eyes
Baby we can do it, we can do it alright

Do you believe we can change the future?
Do you believe I can make you feel better?

Can we get together?
I really, I really want to be with you
Come on, check it out with me
I hope you, I hope you feel the same way too

Can we get together?
I really, I really want to be with you
Come on, check it out with me
I hope you, I hope you feel the same way too

It’s all an illusion
There’s too much confusion
I’ll make you feel better
If it’s bitter at the start, then it’s sweeter in the end

Do you believe in love at first sight?
It’s an illusion, I don’t care
Do you believe I can make you feel better?
Too much confusion, come on over here

Can we get together?
I really, I really want to be with you
Come on, check it out with me
I hope you, I hope you feel the same way too

Can we get together?
I really, I really want to be with you
Come on, check it out with me
I hope you, I hope you feel the same way too

It’s all an illusion
There’s too much confusion
I’ll make you feel better
If it’s bitter at the start, then it’s sweeter in the end,” she sang, and as she sang the last line she looked directly at Amy.

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   (Xanfor's Songfic©)
   (written by Intendant Commander Xanfor)

A story of lost friends, friends which have decided to leave...

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   Xanthor sighed as he strolled slowly across the Planet Express balcony. It wasn't his age that was slowing him down this time. This time, he was simply sad.

   He tried looking out over the city. Cold lights. He tried looking out over the water. Pitiful glow. The sun was refusing to rise, it seemed. Emotion surged through him again.

   Farnsworth had been making some cutbacks recently. “People've got to go mon!” had cried Hermes. Xanthor, rich from his many years as Planet Express's chief eunuch, had offered to resign himself, and retire to his little backwoods asteroid he'd saved up all his life to buy. That little lone one, with the spectacular view of the Ford Galaxy and the Horologium Supercluster.

   But Katrina wouldn't let him. “No, you can't!” she protested in her sweet little voice he recalled so well, “You can't go! You're the driving force behind the professor's great mind! I'll go! I'm bored here anyway!” And then she'd giggle and shrug her wings in that funny manner that had always made him laugh. Then she'd pretend to fall asleep in midair.

   Oh, he'd argued. He'd tried to convince her to stay, he really had. But she was stubborn. He remembered the cheery smile she'd worn as she flew off into the sky, all adorable with her little pink wand and purple briefcase. He sighed once more. Would they ever meet again?

   He wandered into the attic loft of the building. He contemplated starting a fire in the fireplace. Katrina's high-pitched laugh used to warm him, he remembered. No, the fire would be no match. He sat down at the piano instead.

   He recalled the legends he'd heard before. About the connection, between fairies and magic and song. He smiled. He could reach her, he thought. If only...

   He turned to face the keyboard. He started on a slow vamp. And softly, he let the words come...

“And so the times are boring?
And so you think it's time to leave?
You think you're awfully tired?
You think you need time to breathe?

What about those left behind?
What about those abandoned, alone?
What about those lost without promise?
Those who have never been shown?

There's a world around here you're missing, and I think you are missing out,
There's life that others are starting, and with you gone are missing the route.
There's time for finishes, there's a time for starts,
And I can tell you that neither are around these parts,
And since you have vanished,
We never can tell,
Cynicism abounds!
And the bad kinds, as well!

So you think you're not wanted?
You think I'm all without need?
You think alone we can make it?
Well you know, I disagree.

What about all our time together?
What about the future, the past?
Of course, I know we're all different,
There's love, compassion, contrast!

There's a world around here you're missing, and I think you are missing out,
There's life that others are starting, and with you gone are missing the route.
There's time for finishes, there's a time for starts,
And I can tell you that neither are around these parts,
And since you have vanished,
We never can tell,
The light is fading!
But I won't say farewell!

And I don't want you to think, I'm overbearing,
Or that I'm overly overthrowing my luck.
But I think of living without you,
And you've gotta admit, that would suck.

So I hope you can hear when I'm calling,
I know there's not much else I can do...
And my life here will go on, I suppose,
Regardless of the decision by you...

There's a world around here you're missing, and I think you are missing out,
There's life that others are starting, and with you gone are missing the route.
There's time for finishes, there's a time for starts,
And I can tell you that neither are around these parts,
And since you have vanished,
We never can tell,
Hope is dissolving!
It's a withered old shell...

And despite your disappearance, I will carry on,
The pale lighted fragments, and the tune of this song...

There's a world around here you're missing, and I think you are missing out,
There's life that others are starting, and with you gone are missing the route.
There's time for finishes, there's a time for starts...
And I can tell you that neither are around these parts...
And since you have vanished...
We never can tell,
Cynicism abounds!...
And the bad kinds, as well...

And despite your disappearance, I will carry on,
The pale lighted fragments, and the tune of this song...”

And slowly, across the pinprick of civilization named New New York, on an insignificant planet on the fringe of a spongy galaxy in the middle of a vast and mostly empty universe, the sun rose.

~*~*~*~


   There Are No Happy Endings, Because There Is No End

Come back, jle. We miss you.
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GAAAAH, you had to do it, you had to put it in a fic and a song, you know I can't resist them! Damn you Xanfor, fine I'll come back.
*hugs*
But you have to put up with me being over affectionate

[Reply #21 on:]

Now that I'm back, I can ask you to update, reason? Lesbians!