WOOHP But No Whoopie

Speaking of his Spidey-Sense, and made keenly aware of different tingles coursing over and into his body, Clover felt his danger signal lessening, "As much as I MIGHT, like, like to do more, I think all we're going to be able to do is talk about this weather!" Her vision and hearing were rapidly returning, but the other toons' senses were soon back, too.

Sam and Alex, too felt themselves being pulled by another, far too familiar **** and came to the same conclusion at the same time, "We're being WOOHPed!"

To the side of the now decency-threatening cloud was hovering one of the agency's black jets and it was THIS that was now suctioning them up to its open cargo door. No sooner were they inside, they were decontaminated carwash-style with their bodies blown dry. Doggirl Alex rather liked having all that pussyjuice removed and having her fur groomed. The pussyjuices were washed from Sam as well, but she didn't appreciate the brushes stimulating all of the nerve endings of all of the skin the Jessica gown exposed. Being hot air dried only added to her bright pink flush.

Clover had it the worse, "Ee-Ow! Now I have, like, some idea how the guys I kick feel! - Get that that brush away from me! WHAT!?? I'm hard already and ready to - AAHEEAAARR!!" For a second time webbing unexpectantly shot out from his erection! This time it got tangled in one of the brushes. Not thinking to release his web-jizz, rather than risk getting his cock jammed into the brush works he leaped out the still open cargo bay door. Sticking to the underside of the jet he braced himself with his Spiderman strength.

"Uh, what the freaking...?" He noticed a squadron's worth of aircraft swarming around the toon thunderhead of female cloud shapes, all of them he recognized from other missions. "WOOHP is now the World Organization of Human Protection against cloud sex?"