The Love of Ladies Behind Locked Doors

"Oh my gosh, it's her," Peni Parker whispered to herself, her voice a squeaky crescendo of excitement that could have shattered the glass of the soundproofed windows of the Sony movie studios. She had recognized the peachy skin and the unmistakable silhouette of the woman she had been fantasizing about for months. "Mary Jane, the woman who makes every cartoon heart in Toontown flutter."

Mary Jane, the human embodiment of the cartoon character Peni had always admired, was strutting across the lot with a confidence that seemed to ripple the very fabric of reality. Her tight black pants hugged her curvaceous hips like a second skin, and the gray button-up jacket she wore was unbuttoned just enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of the valley between her ample C-cup breasts. "Hey, you okay?" a nearby stagehand asked, noticing Peni's star-struck expression.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," Peni replied, her eyes never leaving Mary Jane's form. "It's just that... she's like, the coolest human ever. She's so... real."

"You're not from around here, are you?" the stagehand chuckled.

Peni's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of peach. "It's just... I'm Peni Parker. From Toontown. And she's... she's Mary Jane from so many movies. She's like, a legend over there."

The stagehand nodded, amused. "Well, I guess we all have our celeb crushes. Just remember, she's a person, not just a pretty face on a screen."

Peni's thoughts swirled like a tornado of cartoon stars. "But she's not just pretty, she's... she's everything. I know she's going to laugh when she sees me, a toon schoolgirl, crushing on a woman like her. But I can't help it. She's so... alive."

The stagehand clapped her on the back. "Well, go get 'em, tiger. Just don't get too crazy with those toon emotions of yours."

Peni took a deep breath and approached Mary Jane, her heart racing like the Road Runner on a caffeine binge. "M-Mary Jane?" she stuttered, her voice a cartoonish echo.

Mary Jane turned and looked down, her eyes widening at the sight of the toon girl. "Peni Parker? The Peni Parker? From those Spider-Man movies?"

"Y-yes," Peni managed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm such a huge fan. I've seen all your movies, all the shows you've been on. You're so... so... "

Mary Jane smirked, leaning in closer. "So what, Peni?"

"So... sexy," Peni blurted out, her eyes turning into red cartoon heart shapes. She hadn't meant to be so forward, but the toon lust was a force of nature that couldn't be contained.

Mary Jane's laugh was like the sweetest music to Peni's ears. "Well, thank you, Peni. That's quite the compliment coming from someone as adorable as you."

Peni felt her knees go wobbly like a bowl of jello. "I-I didn't mean to be forward," she stuttered, her cheeks burning hotter than the sun in a Looney Tunes desert. "It's just that, in Toontown, we don't get to see real humans much. And you, you're like a walking, talking, breathing fantasy."

Mary Jane leaned in, her full lips curving into a knowing smile. "And what would you say if I told you I've got a bit of a thing for toons?"

The air around them seemed to crackle with electricity. "R-really?" Peni's voice was a high-pitched squeak.

Mary Jane nodded, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, really," she said, her voice low and seductive. "And what do you say we go somewhere a little more... private?"

The suggestion was like a match to gasoline for Peni's imagination. "Private?" she echoed, her voice a mix of excitement and disbelief. "But... but aren't we supposed to be... filming?"

Mary Jane shrugged, the motion sending her luscious hair cascading over her shoulders. "Breaks are important, aren't they? Besides, I've always wondered what it would be like to get to know a toon girl. You all seem so... bouncy." Her eyes twinkled as she took a step closer, and Peni felt her toon body reacting in ways she hadn't known were possible.

"I-I guess so," Peni murmured, her voice barely audible over the symphony of cartoon heartbeats in her chest.

Mary Jane leaned down, her smile a seductive curve that sent a tremor through Peni's toon body. "Then it's settled," she whispered, her breath warm against Peni's ear. "Later, darling." And with that, she kissed Peni on the cheek, leaving a trail of cartoon sparkles in the air.

Peni's knees buckled, and she felt as if she could melt into a puddle of ink and paint right there on the pavement. As Mary Jane sashayed away, her curvy hips swaying with a grace that seemed to defy the laws of physics, Peni's eyes followed her every move. The human woman's beauty was like a siren's call, and the toon girl was utterly lost at sea.

"Hey, are you okay?" the concerned stagehand asked again, watching Peni's reaction with amusement.

"Y-yes," Peni squeaked, trying to compose herself. "I just... I can't believe it." Her eyes were still glued to Mary Jane's retreating form, watching as the hearts above her head grew more numerous and more intense.

But as the reality of the situation hit her like a mallet-wielding coyote, the hearts turned into question marks. "Wait, what did she just say?" Peni muttered to herself. "Talk later?" She blinked, her toon eyelids fluttering rapidly. "But she went to the animation side of the studio. That's where I'm supposed to be."

Her excitement washed away, replaced by a sudden, gnawing fear. "Oh no," she whimpered, her voice a deflated balloon. "What if she thinks I'm just some kind of... groupie?"

The stagehand chuckled. "Looks like you've got more to worry about than just a crush, kiddo."

Peni nodded, her mind racing. She had to pull herself together. She was here to work, not to get all swoony over a human celebrity. But as she watched Mary Jane's retreating figure, she couldn't shake the feeling that this was more than just a fleeting encounter.

Taking a deep breath, she turned on her cartoonishly adorable heel and headed towards the animation studio, her heart in her throat and her toon lust in overdrive. The thought of seeing Mary Jane again, of maybe even getting to know her, was both exhilarating and terrifying.

Once in the animation wing, Peni's eyes darted around the room, taking in the chaotic symphony of colors, sounds, and movements that brought her world to life. The sight of her co-stars, her fellow toons Peter Parker, Gwen Stacy, and even the larger than human-sized cartoon villain, Venom, didn't distract her from the script clutched in her trembling hands. Which a human crew member gave her. She had to sit down to read the part that had her so flabbergasted. The script was a whirlwind of words, but the most shocking revelation was her role in the live-action segment.

"Peni, you okay?" Gwen Stacy popped up beside her, her voice as bubbly as a freshly shaken can of soda. "You look like you've seen a ghost!"

"Worse," Peni managed, her jaw still resting on the floor. "They've got me... falling in love with the human version of Mary Jane Watson."

Gwen's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. "No way!"

"Way," Peni confirmed, her voice a mere whisper. "And it's not just any human, it's the real Mary Jane. From those Transformer movies The one who's like... a goddess to all of Toontown."

Gwen gasped. "Oh, I get it now. No wonder you look like you've been run over by a steamroller."

"I don't know if I can do this," Peni said, her eyes darting over the script again, trying to make sense of the words that seemed to swim in front of her. "What if she doesn't like me? What if I mess up?"

"You've got this," Gwen reassured her, patting her on the back. "You're Peni Parker. You can handle anything those humans throw at you."

"But what if it's not just acting?" Peni's voice grew softer, the words a mere breath. "What if I actually fall for her?"

Gwen chuckled. "Welcome to the world of live-action, Peni. Just remember, it's all for the show. Right?"

But as Peni read through the lines, the scenes playing out in her head like a vivid anime, she couldn't shake the feeling that this might be more than just a role. The script had her and the human Mary Jane sharing tender moments, their bodies intertwined in a dance of love that seemed to leap off the page and wrap around her heart.

"Cut to the chase, will ya?" Venom's deep, menacing voice boomed from across the room. "You're gonna be fine, kid. Just stick to the script and don't get too... squishy."

Peni rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the quiver in her belly. "Easy for you to say," she murmured. "You don't have to pretend to fall in love with the woman of my dreams."

"Pretend?" Gwen smirked. "If you play your cards right, it might not be pretend for long."

The room grew quiet as Peni took in her friends' words, her toon heart racing like a cartoon Roadrunner on a mission. The idea of a romance with a human was something she had never considered, but as she thought about it, the more she realized that maybe, just maybe, it could be a possibility.

"But what if she's just playing along for the movie?" Peni fretted, her eyes returning to the script. "What if she doesn't actually feel it?"

Gwen shrugged. "Then you'll know you're the better actress. And if she does... well, isn't that every toon's dream come true?"

Peni's mind raced with the implications, her toon emotions threatening to spill over like a water balloon in a slapstick gag. Could this be her chance to bridge the gap between Toontown and the human world? To show Mary Jane that love knew no bounds, not even the limits of reality and animation?

Mary Jane, with her long brown hair cascading down her back like a chocolate waterfall, sauntered into the room, the epitome of human grace and beauty. The toon version of Mary Jane Watson, a fiery redhead with a penchant for flirty banter and a figure that would make Jessica Rabbit green with envy, was right beside her. Gwen's eyes grew as wide as saucers, and she let out a little squeak that would have made Tweety Bird proud. "Oh my gosh, Peni, you're going to be in scenes with her!"

Peni felt her cheeks heat up like a toon character in a blush gag. "Yeah," she said, trying to play it cool. "It's just for the movie, though."

But as she watched the two Mary Janes interact, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of something. The human Mary Jane had an allure that even the most skilled cartoonists couldn't capture on paper, and the toon version seemed to be channeling that same energy. The redhead's eyes sparkled with a mischief that was all too familiar to Peni, and she wondered if perhaps she didn't have a chance with the gorgeous woman.

The director called for a read-through of the script, and Peni took her place beside her human co-star. The scene was set in a romantic rooftop setting, the kind that made Peni's toon heart swell with hope. The human Mary Jane read her lines with a smolder that could have melted the polar ice caps, and Peni found herself getting lost in her eyes, her mind racing with the possibility of what could happen between them.

"And action!" the director shouted, and the toon girl took a deep breath, trying to ignore the way her knees felt like they were made of rubber bands.

The scene began with a passionate kiss, one that sent Peni's toon lust into overdrive. She had never felt anything so real, so human. Her heart raced as the human Mary Jane leaned in, her full lips pressing against Peni's in a way that seemed to defy the very laws of physics. The room around them blurred into a whirlwind of color and sound, and for a brief moment, Peni forgot she was a toon.

But as the kiss broke and the scene continued, she was brought back to reality with a jolt. This was just acting, she reminded herself. Just a job. But the way Mary Jane's eyes sparkled, the way she whispered sweet nothings into Peni's ear, made it feel so much more than that.

The director called for a break, and Peni stumbled away from the set, her head spinning. "Hey," Gwen said, her voice a balm to Peni's frazzled nerves. "You okay?"

Peni nodded, trying to regain her composure. "I just... I didn't expect it to feel so... " she trailed off, at a loss for words.

"Real?" Gwen offered, a knowing smile on her face. "Well, that's what happens when you mix toons and humans. It's like adding nitro to your love life."

Peni looked over at the human Mary Jane, who was chuckling with the director over something she had said. Her eyes turned into hearts, and she felt her toon body react in ways she had never felt before. "Maybe it's not just for the movie," she murmured to herself, a newfound hope blooming in her chest.

As the day went on, Peni found herself getting more and more tangled in the web of emotions she shared with her human counterpart. The flirting grew more intense, the touches more lingering. And when they finally had a moment alone, the air between them was thick with anticipation.

"Peni," the human Mary Jane began, her voice a soft caress that seemed to resonate through every line and curve of Peni's toon body. "I just want you to know how much I'm enjoying working with you. You're so... alive."

The toon girl's cheeks burned like the fuse on a stick of dynamite. "T-thank you," she stuttered, her eyes flickering between heart shapes and question marks. "I... I'm really happy we're playing lovers in the movie."

Mary Jane leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper that sent a shiver down Peni's spine. "You know, I've always had a soft spot for spunky little toons like you," she said, her gaze lingering on the heart-shaped eyes that had become Peni's trademark.

Peni's toon body felt as though it was vibrating with desire. "Really?" she managed to get out, her voice a high-pitched squeak that was a stark contrast to the throaty purr of her human co-star.

"Mmhmm," Mary Jane murmured, her eyes darkening with a hunger that Peni recognized all too well. "You're like a little slice of home, right here in this crazy place."

The toon girl couldn't hold back anymore. With a squeak of passion, she leaped into the taller woman's arms, her legs wrapping around Mary Jane's waist as naturally as if they had been doing this for years. She pressed her lips to hers, the sensation of human skin against her own cartoonish features sending her over the edge.

Mary Jane's eyes widened in surprise for a moment before she closed them, giving in to the kiss. Her arms tightened around Peni, pulling her closer, and Peni could feel the heat of her body, the beat of her heart, the very essence of her humanity.

The kiss was a maelstrom of sensation, a whirlwind of desire that left them both breathless. Peni's toon body reacted in ways she had only ever imagined, her ink-filled cheeks flushing a deep shade of red as her heart thudded in her chest like a jackhammer.

When they finally pulled apart, both panting, Mary Jane's eyes searched Peni's. "Is this... is this what you've wanted?" she asked, her voice thick with lust.

Peni nodded, unable to form coherent words. The human's scent was intoxicating, a heady mix of perfume and sweat that made her toon nose twitch. "Y-yes," she stammered, her eyes still locked on the woman's luscious lips.

Mary Jane grinned, her teeth a dazzling white against the crimson backdrop of her mouth. "Then let's not wait for the director's cue," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

With that, she swept Peni into a nearby dressing room, the door slamming shut behind them with a sound that echoed through the hallway like a gunshot. The room was a cluttered mess of costumes and makeup, but the toon girl didn't care. All she could focus on was the woman in her arms, the woman she had been fantasizing about for what felt like an eternity.

Mary Jane set her down on a chair, her hands roaming over Peni's body like a cartoon character in a love montage. "You're so... so soft," she murmured, her fingers tracing the curves of the toon's small breasts, making them bounce and jiggle in a way that was both delightful and a little bit alarming.

Peni gasped, her toon lust reaching fever pitch. "And you're so... so... " she trailed off, her vocabulary failing her as she struggled to find the words to describe the perfection that was the human body.

Mary Jane chuckled, her breath hot against Peni's neck as she began to kiss and nibble her way down to the toon's slight cleavage. "Just let it happen," she whispered, her voice a siren's call. "Let's see where this takes us."

Peni nodded, her eyes rolling back in her head as the human's mouth found her sensitive spots. She had never felt anything like this before, and she didn't want it to end. Her hands fumbled with the buttons on Mary Jane's jacket, desperate to feel the warmth of her skin.

Their bodies collided like meteorites in a cosmic ballet, sparks flying in a symphony of passion. Clothes were discarded in a tangle of limbs, revealing the human's toned stomach and the toon's drawn curves.

"You're so beautiful," Mary Jane murmured, her hands exploring the cartoonish landscape of Peni's body. "So... unreal."

"But I'm real," Peni gasped, her voice a cartoonish squeak. "And I want you, Mary Jane. I want all of you."

Mary Jane looked down at Peni, her eyes filled with a warmth that could have melted the polar ice caps. "You're more than real to me, Peni," she whispered, her thumb tracing the toon's bottom lip. "You're... magical."

Peni's heart fluttered like a flock of Tinkerbell's fairy friends. "Really?"

Mary Jane nodded, her eyes gleaming with approval. "Mm-hmm," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr that made Peni's toon body quiver. "You're absolutely perfect. Every inch of you."

Feeling a sudden surge of confidence, Peni leaned in closer, her small B-cup breasts brushing against Mary Jane's ample C-cups. "But what if I don't have enough?" she whispered, her eyes wide with concern.

Mary Jane chuckled, the sound rich and warm, like honey dripping off a spoon. "Trust me, sweetheart," she said, her thumb tracing the curve of Peni's cheek, "It's not the size of the boat, it's the motion of the ocean."

Peni's cheeks colored a deeper shade of peach, her eyes growing wide with understanding. She leaned back, watching as Mary Jane's eyes took in the sight of her naked body with an appreciation that was almost tangible. "But if it's okay," she began, her voice a whisper, "I want to be... more."

Before the human woman could respond, Peni put her thumb into her mouth and blew on it, her cheeks puffing out like a toon blowfish. She pulled it out with a pop, and as she did, her breasts grew, expanding into plump D-cups that bounced and jiggled with every breath she took.

Mary Jane's eyes widened in surprise, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Well," she said, her voice a sultry drawl, "If it makes you happy."

But as she looked down at Peni, she reached out and gently cupped the toon's face with her hand, guiding her gaze back up to meet hers. "You don't have to change for me," she said, her voice filled with sincerity. "You're perfect just the way you are."

Peni's eyes searched hers, looking for any hint of a lie, but all she saw was genuine desire. She leaned in, her newfound confidence growing with every passing second. Her kiss was urgent, demanding, and filled with a passion that seemed to transcend the boundaries of their two worlds.

Mary Jane's hands slid down to Peni's waist, her thumbs tracing the lines of the cartoonish hourglass figure. "Your body," she whispered, "It's like a work of art."

Peni's toon skin tingled under her touch, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her. "Yours too," she murmured, her voice a cartoonish squeak of desire.

Mary Jane's hands found the hem of Peni's skirt, her fingers tracing the line of the fabric before sliding it up to reveal the toon's smooth, ink-black panties. "Let's see what you're hiding under here," she whispered, her breath hot against Peni's neck.

With a giggle that was music to Mary Jane's ears, Peni complied, lifting her hips to allow the human to pull down her underwear. Her cute little toon pussy winked into view, already glistening with anticipation. "Oh, you're so wet," Mary Jane murmured, her own pussy clenching with need.

"It's because of you," Peni confessed, her voice a whirlwind of excitement. "You make my toon heart flutter like a bird in a cage."

Mary Jane chuckled, her eyes never leaving the tantalizing sight before her. "Well, let's see if I can make it sing," she said, her voice a low, seductive growl.

With surprising grace, Mary Jane straddled Peni, her own wet pussy sliding against the toon's. The sensation was like nothing Peni had ever felt before, the heat and slickness of human flesh against her own toon anatomy.

"Mary Jane," Peni gasped as the human woman began to grind against her, the chair squeaking in protest. "Y-yes, like that."

Mary Jane leaned in, capturing Peni's mouth in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue, a delicious dance of passion. "You like that, don't you?" she murmured against her toon lover's lips. "You like feeling my pussy against yours."

Peni nodded, her eyes wide with wonder. "I-I've never felt anything like it," she admitted, her voice trembling with the effort of holding back her toon lust.

Mary Jane's hands roamed over Peni's body, exploring the curves and angles that made her so uniquely toonish. Her thumbs brushed against Peni's nipples, eliciting a squeak of pleasure that was so high-pitched it could have shattered glass. "And what about this?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she pinched the stiff peaks.

"Oh, gosh!" Peni's body jolted, her toon breasts bouncing with the force of her thrusting. "That's... that's amazing!"

Mary Jane leaned back, watching the toon girl's reaction with a mix of amusement and arousal. "Just wait, Peni," she whispered. "We're just getting started."

With a wicked smile, she reached down and slid two fingers into her own wetness before bringing them back up to Peni's face. "Taste," she demanded, her voice a velvet-covered whip crack.

Peni's eyes went wide, but she obeyed, eager to experience every part of this human woman. She took Mary Jane's fingers into her mouth, sucking on them eagerly like a cartoon character savoring a piece of candy. The flavor was intoxicating, a heady mix of sweet and salty that had her toon taste buds doing the cha-cha.

"Mm," she murmured around the digits, her eyes half-closed in pleasure. "You taste like... like heaven."

Mary Jane chuckled, her own desire growing by the second. "And you," she said, her voice a low growl, "you taste like pure, unbridled passion."

The chair beneath them rolled backward, the sound of its wheels rolling against the floor fill the dressing room. They didn't stop, didn't even pause, as they hit the wall with a thud that rattled the framed movie posters hanging around them.

Peni's legs tightened around Mary Jane's waist, her cartoonishly long tongue darting out to trace the line of her human counterpart's neck. "More," she begged, her voice a breathy whisper. "I want more."

Mary Jane obliged, her own hips moving in time with Peni's, the friction between their bodies building like a pressure cooker about to blow its top. She could feel the toon's pussy, tight and slick, against her own, the sensation driving her wild.

"You're so... so wet," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "It's like you were made for this."

Peni nodded, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. "For you," she corrected, her voice a cartoonish squeak. "I was made for you."

Mary Jane leaned down, capturing Peni's mouth in a kiss that was as fiery as a dragon's breath. Her tongue danced with the toon girl's, exploring every nook and cranny, tasting the essence of her cartoon soul.

Their bodies moved together in a symphony of desire, the chair rocking back and forth against the wall, their pussies grinding together in a delicious dance of passion. The studio outside their little bubble of ecstasy faded away, leaving only the sound of their muffled moans and the wet slap of skin on skin.

Peni's hands found their way to Mary Jane's ass, her fingers digging in as she pushed her hips up to meet every downward thrust. The human woman's pussy was a wonderland, a place of warmth and wetness that made the toon girl feel alive in a way she never had before.

"Harder," she gasped, her voice a cartoonish whistle of pleasure. "Please, harder!"

Mary Jane complied, her own passion reaching a fever pitch. She slapped Peni's hips down onto the chair, the sound echoing through the room as she increased the tempo of her grinding. The chair legs groaned in protest, the wheels screeching across the floor like a car chase in a Looney Tunes episode.

Their breaths mingled, hot and heavy, as they rode the waves of pleasure that crashed over them. The room was a whirlwind of color and sound, a cacophony of cartoonish squeaks and human moans.

"Mary Jane," Peni gasped, her voice a symphony of need, "I'm... I'm going to... "

Mary Jane's eyes locked onto hers, the intensity of the moment captured in the storm of emotions that swirled in those deep brown orbs. "Do it," she urged, her voice a seductive whisper. "Let it happen."

And with that, Peni's body convulsed, her toon orgasm ripping through her like a tornado through a paper town. Her ink pussy clenched around nothing, a silent testament to the ecstasy that washed over her. Her body arched off the chair, her back bending in a way that would have snapped a human spine in two, but for her, it was a sweet release.

Mary Jane watched, her own climax building, her breasts heaving with every ragged breath. She felt the warmth of Peni's cartoonish cum splatter against her pussy, a sensation that was as alien as it was exhilarating. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, and she craved more.

"Peni," she groaned, her voice a desperate plea. "Don't stop. I'm so close."

The toon girl's eyes snapped open, her gaze fierce with desire. "Never," she promised, her voice a sultry cartoon purr. She bucked her hips up, pushing harder against the human woman, their bodies a tapestry of sensation.

Their breasts bounced and rubbed together, a delicious friction that seemed to fuel their passion. The sound was like a drumbeat, a rhythm that matched the pounding of their hearts. And as they moved, their skin painted a picture of lust, a canvas of peach and ink.

Mary Jane's orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body shaking with the force of it. She cried out, her clear human cum gushing out like a fountain, soaking Peni's cartoonish pussy. The sight of it, the feel of it, the scent of it, was intoxicating, and Peni's eyes grew wide with amazement.

The toon girl felt her own orgasm building, the pressure in her ink-filled body reaching critical mass. Her eyes grew into heart shapes, her pupils dilating to the size of quarters. "Mary Jane," she whined, her voice a high-pitched symphony of pleasure. "I'm... I'm going to... "

Mary Jane leaned in, her teeth grazing Peni's earlobe. "Do it," she whispered, her breath hot and needy. "Come for me."

With a scream that would have shattered the sound barrier in any cartoon, Peni let go, her ink body convulsing as her toon juices spurted out in a colorful display that painted Mary Jane's thighs and the floor beneath them. The human woman's eyes went wide with amazement at the sheer volume of the toon's climax, the way her body contorted in a way that defied all the laws of physics she knew.

The sight of Peni's toon cum splattering inside of her pushed Mary Jane over the edge, her own orgasm crashing down like a tidal wave. She bucked against the toon girl, her pussy contracting around the empty space where Peni's toon cock would have been, if she had one. Her human fluids mingled with the cartoon ink, creating a mess that was both absurd and absolutely perfect.

"Oh, Peni," she moaned, her voice a symphony of pleasure. "You're... you're incredible."

Peni giggled, the sound echoing through the room like a cartoon laugh track. "You're not so bad yourself," she managed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

They collapsed into each other, their bodies sticky and wet, the chair now a soggy mess beneath them. The air was thick with the scent of sex, a heady mix of human and toon desire.

Mary Jane's eyes searched Peni's, looking for any hint of regret or hesitation, but all she found was a love that burned brighter than the sun. "I didn't know," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "I didn't know it could be like this with a toon."

"It's different," Peni admitted, her cheeks a rosy pink. "But it's perfect." She took a deep breath, her chest still heaving from the aftermath of their passion. "And that's why," she continued, her voice gaining strength, "I need to ask you something."

Mary Jane's heart skipped a beat, her own desire for this little toon girl growing with every passing moment. "Anything, Peni," she whispered.

"Would you... would you go out with me?" Peni's eyes were wide and hopeful, her voice trembling like a leaf in the wind. "Like, on a date?"

Mary Jane's smile grew wider than Peni's cartoonish heart eyes. "A date?" she repeated, her voice filled with amusement and affection. "With a toon?"

"Yeah," Peni said, her voice a squeak of hope. "With me."

Mary Jane leaned back, considering the proposal. "Well, I've never dated a toon before," she said, her voice a teasing drawl. "But you are pretty irresistible."

Peni's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Really?"

"Really," Mary Jane assured her, her own eyes sparkling with mirth. "But we've got to keep it a secret. I don't know how the tabloids would handle 'Mary Jane dates toon' headlines."

Peni nodded eagerly. "I promise, it'll be our little secret."

Mary Jane leaned in, her voice a seductive whisper. "Good," she murmured, her breath tickling Peni's ear. "Because I have a feeling we're going to have a lot more of these... private moments."

The toon girl's eyes grew into cartoonish hearts, and she nodded fervently. "I promise," she squealed. "It'll be our little secret, just between us."

Mary Jane's hands found Peni's, her fingers lacing through the toon's in a gesture that was both intimate and surprisingly human. "Then it's a date," she said, her voice a velvet purr. "But you've got to promise me one thing."

"Anything," Peni breathed, her heart fluttering like a butterfly in a tornado.

"You've got to promise me that you'll be yourself," Mary Jane said, her gaze serious. "

Peni nodded, her heart racing. "I promise," she whispered, her voice barely above the sound of the air conditioner humming in the background.

Mary Jane leaned in closer, her breath warm against Peni's cheek. "Because," she continued, "I like you just the way you are. Small breasts, big breasts, cartoon or not, you're incredible."

With a giggle, Peni's chest deflated, her toon physique returning to its more modest B-cup size. She felt a strange sense of relief wash over her, like the weight of a thousand anvils had been lifted off her shoulders. "You really mean that?"

Mary Jane nodded, her eyes sparkling with sincerity. "Of course I do. And who knows," she winked, "maybe we can convince the director to give us a little... extra screen time together."

The idea of a sex scene in the movie, with her and Mary Jane, was like a bolt of lightning to Peni's system. "You think we could?" she squealed, her voice hitting notes that would make even the Road Runner jealous.

Mary Jane's full lips curved into a knowing smile. "Oh, I think we could be very persuasive," she murmured, her voice a siren's song that had Peni's toon body responding in ways she couldn't control.

They had one more hour left before they had to report back to the set, and they decided to make the most of it. With a playful glint in her eye, Mary Jane suggested they practice their... chemistry. "You know, for the movie," she said with a wink.

Peni's cheeks flushed a delightful shade of pink as her breasts bobbed gently as she moved forward. She leaned in, her cartoonish features melting into a fierce, passionate kiss that claimed every inch of Mary Jane's full, luscious lips. The human woman's arms wrapped around the toon's waist, pulling her closer, as if trying to meld their bodies into one.