If you had absolute say in the exact manner in which you wished to die. Chances are you and most everybody else in the universe would say 'by Snu-Snu'. How many of you out there wouldn't say that they would rather die surrounded by a gorgeous woman giving you and each other the last and best ride of your life........aside from the ones who did not understand the concept of language......or sex.....or women.......anyway.
The amazon race, despite what you'd assume with the name was 'not' one hundred percent women. It was just the birthrate of males was very, very, VERY low. This unfortunate quirk of nature meant that despite primarily being warriors and hunters, their species' primary concern was increasing their numbers. A society more geared towards sex than even the legendary Glen Quagmire of Earth (whose playboy genes led to the first and third great earth overpopulation problems before they made soylent green legal again and brought it back down to acceptable levels) but without the numbers nor genetic diversity to sustain it. Amazonian culture could have been a major force in the universe if they didn't have to concern themselves with making sure as many females as possible were pregnant.
As such amazons guarded their own men like dragons guard gold and any man who found himself on the planet who could help found themselves a new place to live whether they liked it or not. Even criminals found themselves enjoying the last moment s of their life as they gave it to bring life to another......if any of them ever actually died.
Fry had a glazed look in his eyes as the beautiful 5'4 blonde he'd just did the nasty with sauntered back out, the red '26' she'd walked in with stacked on a nearby table along with the other 25 numbers of the other Amazonians he'd done.
Death by Snu-Snu would have been much worse if these women had been half as big as he'd thought they would be. As it turns out the tallest of this woman were at best only a half a head taller than Leela, and heights ran the habit from that height to one who had to have been no taller than five zip. The goal of Snu-Snu was less about killing the criminal, and more to ensure as many women were impregnated as possible, which as time went on actually turned into a pretty cruel way to die. The prisoner was held here until death without food or drink or even sleep, slowly wasting away while his countless lovers stripped him of energy and bodily fluids with strenuous activity.
It was not yet close to that time, however. As Fry could only grin when an extremely well endowed red-head at least half a head shorter than him crawled onto the bed, licking her lips and pulling him into a kiss.
Might as well enjoy until Leela and Amy rescue them.
He just had to lie back and do nothing. Just like he did with Michelle. These amazons really didn't know how to execute.....
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A short while later
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'OH GOD!.' He screamed in his head from the horrible pain in his groin 'MY BOYS ARE ON FIRE! PLEASE JUST LET ME DIE!"
The breathtakingly hot blonde smiled as if in a daze as she pulled her clothes back on. Putting down her number on the other two hundred before swaying outside two the sounds like 'congrats' and the slapping of high fives.
Fry was starting to look like a mummy minus the wrapping. He was constantly licking his lips desperate for water, he was sweating like a pig on a spit from all the activity like this was one hours-long gym session, muscles that weren't pulled were screaming at him to stop, his skin was more love-bite than bare skin and his little friend felt like it would fall off. The only thing keeping him 'upright' was the special herb they had started jamming in his mouth after he hit the 62 marks.
He never thought he or any man would say this but...
"No...more...Snu Snu."
"No." A powerful female voice answered as its owner, a taller and strong tan-skinned woman with assets the size of her head walked in. "You MORE Snu Snu!"
With that, she threw herself onto the bed. Her meager clothes having been removed in the air. Without even a token resistance she pushed a bitter herb into his mouth, held his mouth and nose shut, and massaged his throat until she heard a dry 'gulp'. Like Frankenstein rising from the table little Fry was 'alive' again. It might not be a pleasant analogy but right now it definitely felt like a dusty corpse being brought back to life by crimes against man and god.
"I...can't...."
"NO CARE!!!" She lifted his tired and shriveling body up roughly and started planting her lips forcefully onto his "This death by Snu Snu! You Snu Snu to death!" With that she reached down and grabbed ahold of him, readying herself for the ritual.
Fry would scream out in agony, but he threw out his voice 76 girls ago.
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Meanwhile. With the one guy that 'hadn't' been smiling when he was handed a literal death sentence...
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Kif sat in the corner of the room in a plush seat made of the hide of some animal, not unlike an Earth Mammoth mixed with a cat, sipping a martini as a war was waged in front of him
Kif was of a nervous disposition when it came to women. He blushed at the drop of a hat. He was even a little scared of them (or rather making a fool of himself around them), and he was not known for having a 'killer instinct. He was considerate of others and didn't believe in rushing anything. To be Zapp 'Strategy is for those who don't have enough men to die for him' Brannigan's second in command meant he had to have the patience of a rock, and an actual understanding of strategy. He'd studied countless books on everything that would make him the most effective commander he could be. How to know the enemy intimately. How to strike at their weak points. Blow through defenses. Win without overwhelming force.
All these lessons, much like the art of war did not apply simply to new and exciting ways to kill the other guy. Least of all in this place. All this knowledge. All this strategizing and planning and applied logic on how to take out his opponent with minimal lose to himself and unintentionally resulted in his giving the amazons something they'd never experienced before. Something they had no knowledge of prior, and now that they do they do their world would never be the same.
Foreplay
Zapp and Fry had been 'pistoning' pretty much since the start of their execution. Their bodies have long since worn out from the strenuous movement they'd been cocky and flattered enough to believe they could keep up forever.
Kif hadn't been confident in any imagined skill since the first Amazonian walked in. He kept slipping out of his beautiful guard's attempts to pin him to the bed. Wriggling around like she was trying to hold down a lizard or a frog...which she was, and somewhere between trying to hold him in place and his brushing over and against her body trying to keep himself free, she found herself rapidly becoming aroused in ways she didn't think possible without Snu-Snu. Curious the amazon insisted that the beautiful man keep doing whatever he was doing. Which the nervous Kiff nervously agreed to
He did as he was told and, as usual for the officer who the entire crew of their ship knew was effectively the 'actual' captain, exceeded beyond what was asked of him.
She still expected 'death by Snu-Snu'. However because he'd brought her to the point where she felt like she was about to burst beforehand, he'd barely had to do anything to send her wild and collapsing with a grin, and even though they'd hardly actually done 'it', it still took the same amount of time to finish with one than it took to Fry and Zap to go through seven...........and she refused to let anyone else have him.
The Amazon didn't know what it was or how to explain it. All she knew was that for some reason as she....pulled this male against herself 'without' trying to crush or Sn-Snu him that she didn't want to share him with her sisters. She wanted to keep him for herself. Did she felt...good Snu-Snu...ggling?
She had to be dragged screaming and clawing at the ground while the next girl came in for her turn...and had to be dragged out by her sisters when the same thing happened.
Then the same again.
Then the same again.
Then again, and again, and again.
Then the first one ran back into the room and pushed the fifth one of the bed, and tried to get him to pick him up and run out of the room with him. Only for them to come running back in with a club. Soon enough more started piling in and the execution turned into something else the amazons enjoyed just as much. The light spilling out of the small room and into the cave. Then outside where it escalated further. Turning from a fight into a small war
In the chaos of the growing brawl in the small room. A small man with adhesive digits put down his drink and wall crawled out the rooms only door
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