Anonymous5: its so sad we can't have cartoons like these anymore. All we're getting is Adventure Time variants for the foreseeable future. Thanks a lot Tumblr.
Anonymous6: Octus sat down on his couch a nervous, and slight feeling of excitement running through his holographic body. It had been some time, a couple of years actually, since he had been revived from his supposed death. Thing had changed greatly since then. The mutraddi were on the ropes, with attacks becoming less frequent. In that time, he and Kimmie had gotten back together, much to his happiness and was glad to have her back in his arm.
At the time, it was, what Kimmie called, their anniversary, and had decided to give Octus, or Newton as she knew him, a little surprise. Octus was surprised when the lights suddenly turned off. He was about to move to turn on the nearby light switch when a familiar voice spoke.
"Don't touch it yet baby," the familiar voice of Kimmie cooed.
Newton didn't move as he heard Kimmie's footsteps, the sound of her heels on the carpeted floor...right up to the stereo. He heard a button pressed and music began to play.
"Shake it shake it booty quake it."
Newton recognized the song. It was the same one she danced to when she tried to seduce him to do her homework. Suddenly, the lights turned on and he was treated to a sight he didn't expect. There stood Kimmie proud and sexy. Her top had had strips cut out of it, revealing her thick nipples and her pants were riding lower than usual, revealing the strands of her light purple thong with was swallowed by her ass cheeks. She began to move, her breasts bouncing beautifully and hypnotically. She turned and squatted showing her tight white pants were cut out too, revealing her tight pink pussy and puckered ass.
As she started to twerk, Newton's brain was running as fast as it could. With the sexy attire, the date, and the hormonal output coming from Kimmie he reached an automatic conclusion.
Anonymous7: Back at the Lunis abode. Octus in his Newton guise mustered up his usual courageous stiff to answer the door. But for some odd reason he felt a twinge of astriction in his central core at the idea of what stood beyond it, even with his vast computational intellect he couldn't pinpoint the source of his unease.
'I'm thinking I'll have to re-run my internal diagnostics scan, Maybe there are a few bugs that maintenance had missed.'
For the sombre automaton, fighting Mutraddi incursions in the defense of his ersatz menage and their adopted locale was less than second programming to him, but this... well to call it, daunting wouldn't do it any justice. Newton looked down at himself for a second and then looked at the knob then back at his hand sitting in front of which for about a minute and a half.
'There was almost an alarm trigger that would have offset the whole neighborhood because of a system error. What I can't grasp is why it would trigger for this particular contact in question.'
After casting his worry aside, a click of the latch and slight creaking in the entryway opened the acquainted company into his abode, as was his standard. With a loving smile what stood before him was the beautiful Kimberly Mysner. Kimmy as called by her friends and Queen Bee of Sherman High. Currently, first and foremost, Newton's hot Girlfriend.
'Hey Newton. Nice night we'll be hav... *ahem* We're, having. Aren't we?' she corrected herself with a chuckle.
And with a gentle glint of her gem cut hazel eyes, the haughty rose strutted inward without even an invitation; as is her wont. Newton paid this little to no mind of coarse. As he naturally found this young woman's fiery yet vibrant, headstrong persona of hers charming as it was terrifying. Newton simply, politely stood aside while his lovely strode on into his house without abandon, before doing a sharp 360 degree turn to face her study buddy. Beaming at him with the same warmth she had graced him with at the entrance.
'Mmmm say, Newton? There's something I've been meaning to go over with you, but first I'm gonna go freshen up. Can you wait a little bit for me till then?' she asked lightly, her generous bounty heaving and wobbling ever so slightly with her gestures.
The sound of her voice, the pitch of her tone, the very way she presented herself. It all served to further stir the riling within Newton's hub. Any chance he'd get, Newton glanced at her impossibly hot anatomic frame, ponderation lying squarely on the cause of such dramatic physical change.
'If you are in need of nourishment, I can easily procure refreshments for you. It would be no great task seeing as you are a guest on the premises.' He’d promptly stated.
Newton was till running the numbers on her expediant growth. Long theorizing his simulon bio-tech robotonomy might have odd effects on a base homo sapiens physiological make up. Yet he never really had a lead to prove such a finding, only thing that came to mind was their first kiss.
'Haha. You're so sweet you know that? Which is why I love you, but I can get to it myself. You needn't worry though, I won't be long.'
She replied to him unabashedly and so Newton relented. Conceding to her spontaneity with a silent nod, she turned away from her host and took off towards the kitchen, as Kimmy's over generous hips and backside swayed tempestuously as she was walking off. The gynoid noticed her flight path had deviated a bit, on top of how her pants hung lower than they should. Revealing much of Kimmy's ample hips and bulbous backside, which were being eaten into by a bright magenta colored thong the more she rocked her waist back & forth.
'How peculiar. Normally proper dress attire is a high priority for Ms. Mysner.'
Some 5min later, Newton sits alone on the sofa when he hears the sink cut off. Surmising that Kimmy'd finished freshening up. Thinking back to his initial malfunction, he couldn't understand why or what his guest had seemingly expressed her pleasure of, looking back at him during her adjustment to the TV Audio set before taking off for the scullery. Before further ruminating on her odd behavior could commence however.
"Shake it shake it booty quake it."
The radio in front of him suddenly clicks to life, as if on cue to his internal diatribe. And set on a familiar tune no less.
"Yeah, that's right. Roll it around."
The beat spontaneously stirs familiar memories to life in Newtons data banks. Then an outstretched leg peering from the messroom catches Newtons gaze, stretching and bending from behind the doorway leading into the kitchen area.
"Don't fake it. Do-do-do-do-don't fake it."
Not long after, Kimmy does multiple cartwheels in to the center living room. Stopping in the middle of the scene behind the table set before Newton, ending with her doing a perfect 360-degree splits on the floor. The apprehensive A.I couldn't help but notice a hole was cut into the crotch of her pants. The lips of which seemingly salivating as it they were pressed to the floor.
'Hormone levels at 89.6%, Pheromone secretion reaching 67.15%. Physiological analysis concludes sexual intent stands at 98.99% and rising.'
In that instant of his physiological analysis. Newton came close to realizing why he was suffering so many glitches in his onboard complex at the sight of the earnest vixen before him. Kimmy continued raising herself up off the ground, ass first, for Newton was still lost in his own ponderation. Sliding her dainty hands up along her sides as Newton watches on. Dragging them along from her generous hips, to her curvy waist and ending at her impossibly hourglass shaped lower back.
"Shake it shake it booty quake it, uh."
As the music amps up, Kimmy turns her head back at Newton with the most tempestuously delicious catlike grin, swaying her hips and giant posterior back & forth. Much to her delight, Newton turned his gaze every which of way she rocked her exposed labia and corrugated anus. Her expression widening at the attentions her unassuming consort.
'I doubt you'll say no to me this time, lover.' She cooed.
As the music suddenly exploded into the most provocative beat ever recorded. So too did Kimmy in response, as her motions followed the Hymn of its tune through erotomaniac dance. She undauntedly shook her well rounded bulbous buttocks and face burying tits without shameless abandon.
'I believe I’ve realized the source of my coordination fallacy.'
Newton was all but lost in thought, Kimmy continued her dance of Loose lascivity. Her bountiful bosom bounced and swayed wildly, mesmerizing her audience alongside her nipples showing through the holes she'd cut into her shirt as well. Sexual fluids oozed out of her feminine genitalia drizzling about the makeshift dance floor.
"Shake it shake it booty quake it, roll it around! Whoo-whoo!"
"Shake it shake it booty quake it, roll it around! Go gurl!"
"Shake it shake it booty quake it, roll it around! Bring it back."
"Shake it shake it booty quake it, roll it around!"
The sentinoid sat there on his sofa, completely dumbfounded for the first time in his existence. Perplexed at his own bewitchment by the sultry display this tall, prideful and captivating Alpha Female immodestly presented him with. Feeling and practically observing the carnality within her every motion, every breath, every sway of her unavertable gaze, her indispensably hot body
'Mmmmmm, this is what I wished to get into you about Newton. I hope you don't mind.' she sighed passionately.
With those words and the carnality behind them. An epiphany had finally dawned on the robot, there was never a program malfunction causing the agitation on his part. A small, as of yet unknowable factor within him. The humane factor, that had steadily grown over time while on Earth, wasn't a cause of warning. But a sign of actual, genuine elation! The very notion of Kimberly Mysner's presence within his immediate proximity was actually a cause of excitability, not panic. The inimitable woman before him; she was fire, she was inspiration, she was the dichotomy of motion and stillness personified to him.
'I cannot deny this new sensation caused by such a display does not perk my interest. One I've only ever known when in unity with Lance and Ilanna. I wonder if the people of Terra have a merge sequence of their own I could try, Ms. Mysner certainly seems a willing enough candidate.'
Octus/Newton stated dryly as he ran the probabilities through his cyber mind.
What he felt, whenever he felt it, the sense of triumph and perfection. It was only ever when and so long as he, Lance and Ilana merge to form the titan. It made the syntellect wonder, Could he possibly achieve a similar, if not greater sense of furor he found through his Kimmy. With this single, solitary human woman who could move him so implicitly?
But this scene was extremely funny especially when her dancing and sex appeal failed her.
At the time, it was, what Kimmie called, their anniversary, and had decided to give Octus, or Newton as she knew him, a little surprise. Octus was surprised when the lights suddenly turned off. He was about to move to turn on the nearby light switch when a familiar voice spoke.
"Don't touch it yet baby," the familiar voice of Kimmie cooed.
Newton didn't move as he heard Kimmie's footsteps, the sound of her heels on the carpeted floor...right up to the stereo. He heard a button pressed and music began to play.
"Shake it shake it booty quake it."
Newton recognized the song. It was the same one she danced to when she tried to seduce him to do her homework. Suddenly, the lights turned on and he was treated to a sight he didn't expect. There stood Kimmie proud and sexy. Her top had had strips cut out of it, revealing her thick nipples and her pants were riding lower than usual, revealing the strands of her light purple thong with was swallowed by her ass cheeks. She began to move, her breasts bouncing beautifully and hypnotically. She turned and squatted showing her tight white pants were cut out too, revealing her tight pink pussy and puckered ass.
As she started to twerk, Newton's brain was running as fast as it could. With the sexy attire, the date, and the hormonal output coming from Kimmie he reached an automatic conclusion.
He was going to get laid.
'I'm thinking I'll have to re-run my internal diagnostics scan, Maybe there are a few bugs that maintenance had missed.'
For the sombre automaton, fighting Mutraddi incursions in the defense of his ersatz menage and their adopted locale was less than second programming to him, but this... well to call it, daunting wouldn't do it any justice. Newton looked down at himself for a second and then looked at the knob then back at his hand sitting in front of which for about a minute and a half.
'There was almost an alarm trigger that would have offset the whole neighborhood because of a system error. What I can't grasp is why it would trigger for this particular contact in question.'
After casting his worry aside, a click of the latch and slight creaking in the entryway opened the acquainted company into his abode, as was his standard. With a loving smile what stood before him was the beautiful Kimberly Mysner. Kimmy as called by her friends and Queen Bee of Sherman High. Currently, first and foremost, Newton's hot Girlfriend.
'Hey Newton. Nice night we'll be hav... *ahem* We're, having. Aren't we?' she corrected herself with a chuckle.
And with a gentle glint of her gem cut hazel eyes, the haughty rose strutted inward without even an invitation; as is her wont. Newton paid this little to no mind of coarse. As he naturally found this young woman's fiery yet vibrant, headstrong persona of hers charming as it was terrifying. Newton simply, politely stood aside while his lovely strode on into his house without abandon, before doing a sharp 360 degree turn to face her study buddy. Beaming at him with the same warmth she had graced him with at the entrance.
'Mmmm say, Newton? There's something I've been meaning to go over with you, but first I'm gonna go freshen up. Can you wait a little bit for me till then?' she asked lightly, her generous bounty heaving and wobbling ever so slightly with her gestures.
The sound of her voice, the pitch of her tone, the very way she presented herself. It all served to further stir the riling within Newton's hub. Any chance he'd get, Newton glanced at her impossibly hot anatomic frame, ponderation lying squarely on the cause of such dramatic physical change.
'If you are in need of nourishment, I can easily procure refreshments for you. It would be no great task seeing as you are a guest on the premises.' He’d promptly stated.
Newton was till running the numbers on her expediant growth. Long theorizing his simulon bio-tech robotonomy might have odd effects on a base homo sapiens physiological make up. Yet he never really had a lead to prove such a finding, only thing that came to mind was their first kiss.
'Haha. You're so sweet you know that? Which is why I love you, but I can get to it myself. You needn't worry though, I won't be long.'
She replied to him unabashedly and so Newton relented. Conceding to her spontaneity with a silent nod, she turned away from her host and took off towards the kitchen, as Kimmy's over generous hips and backside swayed tempestuously as she was walking off. The gynoid noticed her flight path had deviated a bit, on top of how her pants hung lower than they should. Revealing much of Kimmy's ample hips and bulbous backside, which were being eaten into by a bright magenta colored thong the more she rocked her waist back & forth.
'How peculiar. Normally proper dress attire is a high priority for Ms. Mysner.'
Some 5min later, Newton sits alone on the sofa when he hears the sink cut off. Surmising that Kimmy'd finished freshening up. Thinking back to his initial malfunction, he couldn't understand why or what his guest had seemingly expressed her pleasure of, looking back at him during her adjustment to the TV Audio set before taking off for the scullery. Before further ruminating on her odd behavior could commence however.
"Shake it shake it booty quake it."
The radio in front of him suddenly clicks to life, as if on cue to his internal diatribe. And set on a familiar tune no less.
"Yeah, that's right. Roll it around."
The beat spontaneously stirs familiar memories to life in Newtons data banks. Then an outstretched leg peering from the messroom catches Newtons gaze, stretching and bending from behind the doorway leading into the kitchen area.
"Don't fake it. Do-do-do-do-don't fake it."
Not long after, Kimmy does multiple cartwheels in to the center living room. Stopping in the middle of the scene behind the table set before Newton, ending with her doing a perfect 360-degree splits on the floor. The apprehensive A.I couldn't help but notice a hole was cut into the crotch of her pants. The lips of which seemingly salivating as it they were pressed to the floor.
'Hormone levels at 89.6%, Pheromone secretion reaching 67.15%. Physiological analysis concludes sexual intent stands at 98.99% and rising.'
In that instant of his physiological analysis. Newton came close to realizing why he was suffering so many glitches in his onboard complex at the sight of the earnest vixen before him. Kimmy continued raising herself up off the ground, ass first, for Newton was still lost in his own ponderation. Sliding her dainty hands up along her sides as Newton watches on. Dragging them along from her generous hips, to her curvy waist and ending at her impossibly hourglass shaped lower back.
"Shake it shake it booty quake it, uh."
As the music amps up, Kimmy turns her head back at Newton with the most tempestuously delicious catlike grin, swaying her hips and giant posterior back & forth. Much to her delight, Newton turned his gaze every which of way she rocked her exposed labia and corrugated anus. Her expression widening at the attentions her unassuming consort.
'I doubt you'll say no to me this time, lover.' She cooed.
As the music suddenly exploded into the most provocative beat ever recorded. So too did Kimmy in response, as her motions followed the Hymn of its tune through erotomaniac dance. She undauntedly shook her well rounded bulbous buttocks and face burying tits without shameless abandon.
'I believe I’ve realized the source of my coordination fallacy.'
Newton was all but lost in thought, Kimmy continued her dance of Loose lascivity. Her bountiful bosom bounced and swayed wildly, mesmerizing her audience alongside her nipples showing through the holes she'd cut into her shirt as well. Sexual fluids oozed out of her feminine genitalia drizzling about the makeshift dance floor.
"Shake it shake it booty quake it, roll it around! Whoo-whoo!"
"Shake it shake it booty quake it, roll it around! Go gurl!"
"Shake it shake it booty quake it, roll it around! Bring it back."
"Shake it shake it booty quake it, roll it around!"
The sentinoid sat there on his sofa, completely dumbfounded for the first time in his existence. Perplexed at his own bewitchment by the sultry display this tall, prideful and captivating Alpha Female immodestly presented him with. Feeling and practically observing the carnality within her every motion, every breath, every sway of her unavertable gaze, her indispensably hot body
'Mmmmmm, this is what I wished to get into you about Newton. I hope you don't mind.' she sighed passionately.
With those words and the carnality behind them. An epiphany had finally dawned on the robot, there was never a program malfunction causing the agitation on his part. A small, as of yet unknowable factor within him. The humane factor, that had steadily grown over time while on Earth, wasn't a cause of warning. But a sign of actual, genuine elation! The very notion of Kimberly Mysner's presence within his immediate proximity was actually a cause of excitability, not panic. The inimitable woman before him; she was fire, she was inspiration, she was the dichotomy of motion and stillness personified to him.
'I cannot deny this new sensation caused by such a display does not perk my interest. One I've only ever known when in unity with Lance and Ilanna. I wonder if the people of Terra have a merge sequence of their own I could try, Ms. Mysner certainly seems a willing enough candidate.'
Octus/Newton stated dryly as he ran the probabilities through his cyber mind.
What he felt, whenever he felt it, the sense of triumph and perfection. It was only ever when and so long as he, Lance and Ilana merge to form the titan. It made the syntellect wonder, Could he possibly achieve a similar, if not greater sense of furor he found through his Kimmy. With this single, solitary human woman who could move him so implicitly?