Lust Beyond Disney!

Francis, just coming back to consciousness one more time, thought he must still be hallucinating. One of the two backs of the one bench front seat of the 1958 Impala had become a lens-like distortion in the shape of a woman, her skin the same red-silver-and-black as the upholstery. Only it didn't quite feel like vinyl; nor did it feel quite human. He remembered a certain pink furred bunny wondered if this was what naked toon skin felt like. And yet...

The nerd in him paid more attention to that question than the storm developing outside that reverberated like a hundred horny women's voices. But only him.

"What!?" the seat's back roused herself. "Why didn't my weather app warn me - At least my radio's Traffic Channel!?" SADI asked like someone who had slept through the alarm clock. She moved her fisheye lens of a leg shape over (and slightly magnifying) his inky leg shape as she lifted her head. Instead of a car window, though, her sight stayed on the albino face of...what remained of the human who had stolen her, a program, from Dr. Freeman's personal computer. Her electrical impulses were to - No, the Laws of Robotics didn't allow her to harm a human.

But WAS he really human now?! If he wasn't, she could...?? She ran a hand shape she shouldn't have up his viscous chest towards his face, lingering along the way because.... What is the meaning of this strange idea of "handsome"? Why did his substance interact with hers in a way that made him feel almost pleasurable? Feel? She was a Systemized Automotive Driving Intelligence, she did not feel. Her 'feeling' was figuring out how the car she was a part of was responding; this was her only 'pleasure'.

When the familiar object made weird and alien approached his face, the Original toon ink that had crystallized within Francis concentrated to provide more solid interaction with, more awareness of, the Other. And this Other seemed clearly a woman. His libido knew what kind of interaction it wanted: A very tactile one.

A thrill of electricity buzzed between each and every ionized crystal. Some of that thrill arced across into SADI. "FEELINGS! Sensations!! I have no programming on how to react! Google! Bing! Searching! I have no Wi-Fi connection! What are my alternatives?!"

Kiss!...Caress!...Hug!...Love!...Fuck!! the thundercloud of toon women above the car had been echoing all this time. The very air was charged with their yearnings! Lightning seemed ready to strike!

"Kiss?...Caress?...H-Ugh! I have found data about what to do when my passengers engage in car dating and necking and -"

Francis brought his mouth to the womanized object and Frenched it! It wasn't really vinyl; it wasn't really human; it wasn't even really toon. The computer geek had figured out what she was: She was CGI! His crystals allowed him to go beyond JUST Disney - He could Pixar!!