Veronica the Unstoppable?

Global Justice’s Advanced Nanite Assisted Body Armor circuitry interpreted the greater threat to be internal rather than external. Some body was inside it along with the assigned occupant. It was either destroy both bodies it contained, or…

Blue, body-tight ANABA fell away. Will was left in all his ultra-fit, wiry glory. And his manhood was free of the constraint of the athletic cup.

Kim suddenly was no longer glorying in her new-found sense of sexual freedom.

Veronica, on the other hand: “Yes!! This is Jessica’s Toonthing! Other Toons want humans to laugh; for me, it’s giving humans relief!” And here she had been sorry she hadn’t had more on to strip-act off. She was totally nude, wet and ready!

Seeing the overeager buck naked 36D TG rushing at him, Will almost didn’t have the will to get into defend-or-attack position. Was he strong enough to use his martial arts skills against -

Veronica’s hot, firm, pendulous bod hit slap-smack against bunnysuited bod. Even as this registered, Kim was using her martial arts skills to redirect Veronica’s own momentum and send her back to a hoverjet seat.

“Kim??!” she asked, looking over her shoulder, her boobs and hands on the back of the seat. “Kim!!?” she yelped, as her BF spanked her bare bottom. (As if she needed any more stimulating!) Only then, did Kim swivel the chair around so Veronica could see something besides the scenery below their flight. (Where the mission was taking them was a question they hadn’t even begun to think of since getting on board.)

“Look at him, Ron. He isn’t ready for your Toonthing.” She began to undress. “He needs my Toonthing.”

“Yours, Kim?” Veronica’s eyes lit up, as she realized her best friend in the whole wide world had crossed over and joined her on the toon side! “You’re discovered your reason to be a toon!”

Tossing aside the red waistcoat, Kim nodded with a look of determination and dedication. “All Toonthings come down to the reason toons exist at all - to: Remove human pain.”