"Lo...Lolita?" John stammered, hardly believing his eyes.
The woman smiled, batting her eyelashes at him. "Took you long enough, Johnny Boy," she said.
John wasn't sure how to react, not that anyone could really blame him. Most people would react in a similar manner if they ever found one of their creations wandering around.
John had been quite the avid artist in his younger days, and had actually drawn a rather explicit strip in his high school years. It was nothing major, really it had been for his own amusement...yet somehow he was standing here, talking to the lead character of the strip.
He'd titled it, "Wolf Whistle", and she'd been the lead character, Lolita Lupine, a busty young girl singing torch songs in a club...who happened to turn into a sex-crazed werewolf whenever she heard someone make a wolf whistle noise. (Which of course happened often, as it was the "hook" of the strip.) She'd only change back once she'd had sex....usually with the other main character of the strip rather uncoincidentally named John.
John hadn't drawn or even thought much about the strip after his college roommate had found him pleasuring himself to one of Lolita's transformation and sex scenes during his freshman year of college. The ensuing torment by the roommate and other students had shamed him into abandoning his drawing shortly thereafter.
"Lolita...but how? I mean...just...how?" John stammered, unable to really collect his thoughts.
"You're brighter than that, Johnny," she cooed, "This is Toonworld. The minute you drew me, I began to grow in this dimension. The more you drew me, the more real I became. After awhile, I finally took root here, just like all beloved toons." She pointed into the distance, where John could see a billboard advertising Donald Duck's used car lot, and another for Mickey Mouse brand soda.
"But almost noone saw those cartoons, aside from me," John replied. "I'm not trying to be rude, but I don't think that qualifies you as 'beloved'."
"Johnny, YOU loved me. For awhile, I WAS your girl. You think I don't remember what you used to do when you'd draw me?"
John gulped hard. This was almost too much to handle. "You...you KNEW about that?"
Lolita giggled, pressing against him, beeping him on the nose, "Of course I do, silly. You think a toon wouldn't know what their creator was doing RIGHT in front of them?"
"Uh...well...uhhh..." John blushed a bright red.
Lolita giggled again. "When did you become so modest, Johnny?" she asked. "And what, may I ask, brings you to my neck of the woods?"