Ink and Robot Rock Around the Clock

Francis became fully awake, fully alert!! And trying to sit up! He was almost on eye-level with the teenage robot.

"You're awake!" Jenny smiled.

The white-inky man nodded, but said, "You have a strong pussy! It's squashed my, uh, maybe not my prick, more like - Oo: Living Jizz! That's more like what I've become! Of the inky variety."

"Pussy? Prick? Jizz?" Jenny blinked. And googled. And, then, burst into a wide, happy grin, "I'm having sex?!! That's so human!" Then she became concerned. "I must have hurt you! I'm made to protect humans!"

"No; not really. It was a good pain. Sort of. The part of me at the end of your pussy, your hose, that is... "

"My canister?" No, that didn't sound human. Google. "My womb?"

"...was squashed into something small and hard..."

"Crystallized. I can turn charcoal briquettes into diamonds, too."

"...that gave me a little charge..."

"Piezoelectricity."

"...followed by a wave of pleasure just from the rest of my jizz-ink being **** back down and all through me!"

"You like that?" Jenny hadn't been aware of what had happened inside her because she had not initiated it. But now that she was...

She compressed. He almost screamed. Another crystal of ink was formed and lost to Francis's inky body. But the compression wave was shoved down through his inky substance forming a bulge in the cunt hose that eventually snaked up and around the top of the car seat and down to radiate out from his crotch! "Again?" she asked, still not convinced she wasn't hurting him.

Slapstick. "Toons have rules, but they're, like, slapstick!" The great thing about toons is they can be hurt without remaining hurt. Fold, bend, mutilate, shred, and they still are alive. This is how they feel alive. Toons, some more than the others, are physical, psychological, and/or emotional, masochists!

Francis nodded. "But do it to a rhythm. It's really not my kind of music, but I understand Rock n' Roll has the right kind of beat for sex!"

"Rock n' Roll?" Google. The first officially credited Rock n' Roll song was 'Rock Around the Clock'.

Squeeze; wince; crystal; charge; wave of local pleasure...an ink wash of general pleasure. Repeat. "...When the chimes ring five, six, and seven, We'll be right in seventh heaven! We're gonna rock around the clock tonight..."