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"Eureka! Good news, everyone!"
The professor shouted, coming out of his laboratory in giddy delight, practically bouncing in joy. "My machine worked! My mutation-inducer worked!"
Everyone cheered for a precise three seconds, before looking around frantically. "Hey, where's Fry?!" Leela noticed, worry turning to anger.
"He offered to be my guinea pig!" Farnsworth clarified, before stammering out "Well, not exactly guinea pig... You see—"
"—SWEET CAT URINE OF TATOOINE!"
Fry walked into the room, confused. "What? Is there something on my face?"
And everyone's jaw dropped once they noticed the cat tail and ears he now bore.
A cat hybrid. Fry was a fucking cat hybrid. Bender's optics almost popped out of their visor.
Fry sat on the couch, the tip of his tail twitching curiously, his ears flicking occasionally. "So... Does this mean I can only drink milk?" Fry asked, Leela briefly facepalmed.
"Fry, cats can't drink milk! They can't drink any lactose!" Leela said, Fry stared at her blankly.
"Can we switch him back?" Amy asked, holding Fry's chin and looking at him analitically before turning to look at Farnsworth, who was also scanning Fry's new mutation.
"Maybe, maybe not. But either way, I needed someone for my experiment!" Farnsworth said, Fry just looked at him.
Zoidberg pet Fry, causing him to purr giddily. "Well, he sure is a healthy kitty! Though, something does seem a bit off..."
"Yeah, like you're one to talk, clam-bake!" Bender scoffed, Zoidberg gave a resigned "aww..." and walked away.
Hermes went to scratch behind Fry's cat ears, making him purr again. "Bender, Zoidberg might be right for once. Felines are very different from humans, so we don't know if Fry could go into heat or rut or catch simple diseases that could kill a cat but not a human."
"That's a good point. Fry, you have to be extra careful on missions now, just in case!" Leela stated. Fry just turned his head to look at her, his pupils in slits.
Fry simply leaned back on the couch, unfazed. "Eh, I'm always careful." He said confidently, Leela pinched the bridge of her nose.
For the next few weeks, Fry was carefully examined and monitored by Zoidberg and the professor every now and then. They even debated whether or not to call a vet.
One day, during a routinely check-up (that Fry was already sick of), Farnsworth noticed something. "Odd, it seems his estrogen levels are rising." He commented, looking at his scanner and then back at Fry.
"Huh." Fry said, clearly not knowing what that meant.
Zoidberg put a claw to his forehead. "He should be alright, I don't feel any barnacles growing beneath his skin."
Fry recoiled in disgust. "Ugh! Can I leave now?" He asked, Farnsworth nodded and let him out.
With a sigh, Fry flopped onto the breakroom couch face down, his tail lifting as he saw Bender. "Hey, Bender." Fry said, Bender moved their hand instinctively to scratch his ears.
"Hey, meatbag." Bender responded, still watching the TV. "Anything new?"
"Mm, no." Fry mumbled, stretching his back with a yawn.
"Fry! You dumbass! You're in proestrus!" Leela said, showing up out of seemingly nowhere, spraying him with water.
Fry hissed, his pupils slitting. "What does that even mean?!" He snapped, snuggling up on the backrest behind Bender, who watched the whole ordeal go down casually.
"It means, you're gonna go into heat soon!" Leela chastised as she put the spray bottle down, "Y'know what? As long as you're in heat, you're not gonna come on missions with us."
"Awww! Why not?" Fry pouted, tail wagging slowly.
Bender grabbed Fry and took him off of the couch. "Because, you're gonna be all horny and annoying and cuddly!"
Fry grumbled, annoyed. "Fine. I'll stay behind."
"Good." Leela said, patting his head, watching as his ears turned downward. "And Bender'll stay with you to keep you company."
"WHAT?!"
And so, Fry and Bender were sentenced to quarantine. Leela's guess had been right, as Fry went into heat the day he got quarantined. Bender was already sick of it. Fry had spent the whole day pawing at them, rubbing against them, whimpering and whining and purring and begging all, damn, day, long.
It was night of the third day of the fornite-length quarantine. Bender had fallen asleep on the couch, empty beer in hand, when a noise from the bedroom startled them awake. With a lazy yawn and a stretch, Bender got up from the couch, they tossed the empty bottle in the trash as they walked towards Fry's and their room apathetically.
"Fry, stop with the noise, I'm tryna sleep!"
Bender gently opened the door.
"Fry?—"
Fry lay sprawled face-down on the bed, his tail flicking desperately and his ears pressed against his head, moaning loudly and clawing the sheets, a pillow haphazardly shoved between his dripping thighs, his hips pushing onto it quickly and desperately, his hands in a vice grip on the sheets and his hair. The room smelled of slick and echoed with Fry's desperate sounds.
Bender stopped dead in their tracks, analizing the mess in front of them. "Fry, you okay?" They asked cautiously, trying to mask how much the scene turned them on.
Fry perked up upon hearing them, his eyes lidded hazily as he heard Bender's voice. He could hardly speak coherently at this point, moans ripping from his throat, ridden with loud purring. "Bender～..." Fry crooned, sitting up and resting his hands on their shoulders, pulling them closer. "It hurts, I can't deal with this on my own～!"
Fry begged continuously, pulling Bender onto the bed, Bender all the while fishing for the button in their chest to extend their dick. Was Bender just that desperate that they'd fuck their best friend for both their benefit? Yes. "... Well, if you say so—" Bender said slyly, cut off by the sight of Fry kicking the pillow away urgently and bending over, lifting his hips and tail, leaving himself on display. Bender gaped at the sight pervertedly, optics lidding as their hands instinctively moved to grip Fry's hips, pulling him closer and lining themself up with his drenched hole. Fry was clearly beyond desperate, so foreplay would have only served to piss him off and, frankly, Bender wasn't in the mood to do that. "You ready, baby?" Bender cooed, one of their hands sliding up Fry's side to pet his ears.
Fry nodded enthusiastically, "Yes, yes! Please, I'm begging you, Bender, just do it!" Fry pleaded, and Bender could do nothing but comply.
With a tight grip on his hip, Bender slid in, shuddering and groaning softly at the warmth and tightness, whilst Fry's back arched gorgeously and he cried out in pleasure. "Son of a bitch... You're ridiculously wet." Bender muttered, letting Fry adjust to it all.
Fry let out a loud cry, tears pricking at his eyes, his hands clawing the sheets. "Bender～! Move already, p-please!" Fry whined, bucking his hips impatiently.
And who was Bender to deny him that? Holding him down against the matress, Bender started a crude but gentle rhythm of snapping their hips back and forth, fucking deep into their best friend and rearranging his insides. Fry moaned pitifully and loudly, Bender only huffed and panted. Fry felt ridiculously amazing around them, and it almost made them feel regretful for potentially screwing up their friendship so carelessly.
Fry buried his face in pillows, grabbing the sheets with desperation, his eyes were lidded and rolled back slightly, his tail raised and flicked in delight. Even though it was muffled by the silk fabric of the pillows, Fry was crying out Bender's name like a broken record, begging for more. "Faster～..." Fry lifted his head, panting and whimpering. "T-Too slow～!"
"You're adorable when you beg like that, meatbag～" Bender groaned softly, complying, jutting their prick faster into Fry's warm cunt, panting gruffly and whining with each thrust. Fry moaned out happily at the increase in speed, noticeably purring as he yelled out in pleasure. Bender pressed their metallic, cold chest against Fry's hot skin, moving to press gear imprints on the expanse of his back, shoulders and neck, not relenting on their movements for one second.
Suddenly, Bender got onto their knees and lifted Fry up, keeping his thighs parted with their hands as they fucked up into him, their pupils becoming pixel hearts. "Eres mío, mío～" Bender moaned, panting roughly. Fry couldn't understand them, but his ears perked up at the sound of Bender's Spanish. "Te amo, aunque no lo creas, te amo～!" Bender continued, their voice on the verge of tears of overstimulation and genuine passion. "Nunca te lo diría a la cara, sé que nos arruinaría la amistad, pero te amo～"
Fry could only whine and squeal whorishly, his heat and general incompetence clouding his ability to even attempt to decipher what Bender was telling him. Fry could only focus on the metallic dick lodged inside him, rutting in and out at a quick and desperate pace. "Bender, you're so, so fucking good at this～!" Fry whimpered, and Bender could hear the loud purring in his voice. With an awkward bend of his neck and shoulders, Fry wrapped his arms around Bender's neck and kissed them deeply, moaning against the gentle shocks the robot pressed to his chapped lips.
Bender knew that, at this rate, neither of them would last any longer. They turned Fry around, pressing his chest to their own, still kissing him, and pushed him back down onto the bed. Bender continued to mutter phrases like "Soy tuyo," "Eres mío," and "Mi amor," occasionally spouting longer phrases, none of which Fry could understand.
Something Fry could understand was how damn turned on those sentences made him feel. "P-Please, Bender, breed me～!" Fry cried, nails scratching at Bender's back, leaving very faint and thin skid-like marks on the metal.
Bender actually whimpered at those words, the mere thought of that driving them insane. "Oh yeah?" Bender panted, switching back to English for the sake of Fry understanding them. "Ask and you shall receive, meatbag～" They said, moving their hand to pet Fry's head before fucking into him as hard as they could manage, whining and panting loudly.
Fry practically screamed, groaning out hysterically and somehow still purring, his tail wagging and swishing in every direction as his back arched. "Fuck yes～! Bender, Bender～!" Fry continued to yell out their name like a prayer, occasionally kissing their mouthplate. "Y-You're gonna make me—!"
At those words, Bender snaked a hand down between Fry's legs, rubbing quickly at his dick in time with their thrusts. "C'mon, Fry～ Cum for me, precioso～" Bender chided, still petting behind his ears with their other hand.
With a rough scratching at Bender's back and a hard clenching of his cunt around their prick, Fry came. Hard. He let out a mute gasp that evolved into a series of loud whines and moans, his back arching and his eyes squeezing shut.
Seeing their lover cum at their hands was always what made Bender finish, and this was no exception. Moving their hands to hold Fry by the love handles, Bender finished hard, spilling artificial spend (that they forgot they had) into Fry's pussy.
The pair separated and flopped beside each other on the bed, both nearly passed out. "That... was incredible." Fry wheezed breathlessly, snuggling up close to Bender.
"You know it!" Bender said proudly, despite their exhaustion, pulling out two beer bottles and raising them. "Here's to two years on this hellsite!"
"what—"
Bender uncapped both beers and chugged them whole without further explanation.
Fry and Bender came back from their fortnite of solitude and went to work for three months before going pretty much AWOL for three more. No one could really blame them, it was very rainy and Bender was very protective of Fry catching colds now that he was half cat.
When they showed up again, Leela rushed to Fry, hugging him by the side tightly. "I cannot believe I'm actually saying this." She started, pulling away to pace back and forth.
"Not even a hello?" Fry teased kindly, Bender helping him with his coat as they pulled it off his shoulders.
Hermes's eyes widened. "Uh, Leela?"
"You wouldn't believe what I realized when you were gone, I almost didn't wanna believe it myself!"
Leela kept rambling, Zoidberg nearly dropped his glass. "Yeah, uh, Leela?"
"Fry, I can't keep this from you!" Leela spun on her heel to look at Fry. "I'm in love with you— Oh, my God!"
Fry, from just one glance, looked clearly heavily pregnant, even with his chub and his red jacket. Not only that, but his hand was interlaced with Bender's.
The room was quiet with shock. "... Yeah, I don't think Fry's up for dating." Amy interjected after a while, watching as the professor walked in.
"Good news, everyone!— HOLY SHIT."
And in three more months, Fry lay in a hospital bed, looking tired out and somewhat mad. "I'm never letting you knock me up again." He grumbled, holding the toweled offspring in his arms, Bender crying softly next to him.
"He's so cute..." Bender said, their voice wobbly as they gently pet the sleeping infant. A true fucking marvel of nature. A cyborg-cat hybrid child. He was still pretty cute, as cute as babies are, anyway. (note: this author dislikes children.)
"I guess he is." Fry replied with a sigh, petting the head of ginger hair the kid bore. He was still very confused about how exactly this happened, everyone was, but Fry was grateful nonetheless, and he sure Bender was more than grateful.