Alex (♀) and Rory (♀) read "Clothes for Likes" by Gambio

Summer was a-comin' in. The afternoon sun hung hot and heavy in the sky, and the air was still. There was no traffic on the street, no nosy neighbors to peek over the fence of the backyard. Rory grinned beneath her sun hat, naked as the day she was born. Alex squirmed in the ropes on her lover's shoulder. Out in the backyard, Rory had set up two folding chairs, a cooler...and a surprise.

The slab of ice was a little over an inch thick. When Rory lowered Alex onto it, the bound woman nearly screamed. Her bare pussy flinched at contact with the ice, even though it began to melt as soon as it touched her. Rory grinned and sat sown in the chair next to her, and opened up her tablet. This was the only way to get Alex to actually sit through one of these reviews.

"'Clothes for likes' by Gambio," Rory read aloud. "Which, despite the whole description of points, is not actually a game-mode story."

Despite the blazing sun and the heat, Alex shivered. A terrible numbness spread up through her ass and cunny...but worse than that was the slow sensation of melting. She could almost feel the ice begin to form a cleft where her vulva pressed into it. Rory read aloud the rules, and Alex sat there and suffered.

"C-c-certainly a kind of interactive story," Alex said, with a shiver. "G-g-gives readers a chance to influence the direction."

"It kind of feels like Gambio is one of those people that would have liked to have coded this shit, but doesn't know how or can't be bothered," Rory added. "But it should be fun. Let's see if we can spot the author insert..."

Cherry winced. That poor boy. **** to dress up as a girl for a whole month, among other things. He did look good in a skirt though, Cherry had to admit. And June did end up a very entertaining month thanks to him. For example at one day the entire student body was allowed to lift his skirt whenever they desired, revealing some rather...interesting undergarments. Or then one day he had to perform a dance in front of the entire student body, while wearing a pink tutu. It was very pfft...liberating.

"...or author insert kinks," Rory said. "Seriously, Gambio should do a whole feminization / sissification / embarrassment / straight-to-gay kind of story. Work that shit out in a way that'll save on therapy."

"D-d-don't be mean!" Alex felt sweat role down her pale, freckled skin as the sun beat down on her. It felt like her upper body was being baked while her pussy froze. "Gambio actually liked our story, the least we could do is keep an open mind."

"Jesus wept, the number of game mechanics is longer than the actual entry!" Rory said. "An awful lot of work for a nominal game of strip poker."

"I-I-I don't think Zeebop can throw stones on that one," Alex said. "H-h-he wrote actual strip poker into Lois Lane's Night Out."

"Point. How you doin' over there, sexy?" Rory stretched out and poked Alex in the tit.

"F-f-fine!" Alex said. "K-k-keep reading!"

Ora’s blessing: Aura of invulnerability
The beautiful goddess Ora, in her unbelievable benevolence has bestowed Aura of invulnerability upon Cherry Graham. Due to this, Cherry Graham’s body will not sustain any injury or any other sort of bodily harm during the course of this story. That is not to say she won’t feel pain however. For example, if Cherry were to run around naked in a snowstorm all night she would never suffer from hypothermia. However, Cherry would still very much feel the cold.

"There's a kind of metafictional element here, since the readers have input on the story but in the story Cherry is also sort of aware she's in a game. It feels like that awareness of someone watching should be a bigger part of this. Like, what if Truman from The Truman Show became aware during sexytimes that he was actually starring in porn and people were jerking off to him?" Rory said.

"T-t-that did not happen in The Truman Show!" Alex said. The ropes bit into her arms and legs now, made all the worse because of the sweat that had begun to slid down her body. She shifted uncomfortably, her ass numb, the groove worn in the melting slab of ice slick. "A-a-also maybe too old a reference for this audience."

"Maybe," Rory granted. "The AI art is okay. I mean, AI art is philosophically terrible, but it's a generic anime blonde slowly losing her clothes, and Gambio wasn't going to pay money for a bunch of commissions of that shit anyway, so it's not like an artist is being victimized. A few square miles of rainforest given the energy cost of producing that kind of image with generative AI, but that's..."

"N-n-nerd!" Alex said with a shiver. Every time she moved her ass, the little ridge her pussy had worn in it rubbed against her cold vulva. That felt...surprisingly good...

“What is wrong with these imbecilic incompetent, illiterate idiots! What part about “don’t bookmark” is so difficult for them to comprehend? Do they suffer from dyslexia or where they just born stupid? Maybe, instead of looking at porn on the internet you should have actually paid attention in class so you would have learned to read!”

"It's really weird that the author insert character is a literal dragon goddess who is bitching at Gambio's actual readers," Rory pointed out.

"I-I-I'll allow it," Alex said, as her hips began to move a little faster. "F-f-fucking bookmarks are a pain! L-l-like a chapter or gtfo!"

“Am I a motherfucking lesbian?”

"A lesbian with a MILF-kink would kind of be more our speed," Rory said with a sigh.

This will be one long day.

"I-i-if I could offer one criticism of Gambio's writing," Alex said, red faced and sweating like a stuck pig beneath the cruel sun. "I-i-it's their absolute refusal to understand formatting. T-t-the out-of-character narration at the top of the chapters is f-f-fine, but do something to set it off from the main narrative text! U-u-use a fucking header! Y-y-you do it for the game portions! M-m-maybe even put thoughts in italics!"

"Let's not nitpick," Rory said. "I mean, aside from the whole metagaming thing, this is basically formatted like every other one of Gambio's stories. Long chapter. Short, choppy sentences. Lots of breaks to indicate time passing. Addressing the audience directly. Whedenesque dialogue interspersed with profanity. Slow build-up to sex. This is actually flowing a lot better than some of their earlier stories. Punctuation and capitals are mostly in the right place too."

“The maximum turning point of a quadrativ curve…”

"Q-q-quadratic," Alex stuttered, as her teeth chattered. "L-l-like if Marcie does knock up Gina and four embryos survive, she'd b-b-be in a real quandary."

"I have to admit," Rory said, blithely ignoring that, "I was not expecting Spongebob. Good use of the visual. Unexpected."

"S-s-seriously, though," Alex stifled a moan as she leaned forward, to try and rub her clit against the melting ice. "T-t-there's more math involved in each of these chapters than a f-f-fucking spreadsheet! P-p-problem is, the d-d-deeper she g-g-goes, the less l-l-likes each chapter gets..."

“And guess what?”, Cherry continued. “I am going to win this stupid game of yours. Better prepare yourself, Miss Toddler Goddess, because you are about to lose.”

"Gambio does like their tables-are-turned moments," Rory said. She reached into the cooler and pulled forth a popsicle. An unnatural blue cone on a thin wooden stick. Baking in the sun, sweating and shivering as she struggled to rub one out against the vanishing ice, as much as the ropes permitted, Alex could only grimace in reply as Rory read on.

"G-g-good engagement, though," Alex panted. "L-l-lots of comments!"

"Adding new mechanics every chapter or two is a bit of a pain, though," Rory commented, as she pulled the wet popsicle from her mouth. "You good there, babe? Need any help?"

With calculated nonchalance, Rory reached over and touched the popsicle to Alex's closest nipple. The auburn-haired young woman opened her mouth in a wordless scream. The ice slab dripped through the base of the folding chair, and Rory noted that her lover was sitting in a puddle of water. Well, not just water.

Alright, let’s backtrack a bit.

"I swear, the way this goes in and out of character voice, I feel like I should be taking notes," Rory said, then took another lick of her lipstick. A blue droplet hung suspended from Alex's stiff nipple as she leaned forward. Her arms worked at the ropes, but there wasn't enough slack for even the sweat, overheated young woman to squirm her way free. Not yet.

While the state of arousal Cherry was in right now was tremendous, it was also consistent. The vibrator might fluctuate between 60% and 70% but since Cherry’s maximum arousal is 100% and she was **** to eat 5 grapes, her arousal always remains at a 100%
Furthermore, the orgasm lock prevented Cherry from even receiving a temporary relief.
The human body can get accustomed to a great many things, as long as consistency is kept.
In other words, good job, nerds! You played yourself.

"I-i-it's like Gambio is the gamemaster running a homebrewed roleplaying game," Alex said.

CLOTHES FOR LIKES IS NOW TEN CHAPTER’S DEEP!
This monumental milestone could only be achieved because of the tireless efforts of...me! In order to celebrate this astounding achievement, I will reward myself with one charge of divine intervention.

"And congratulates herself for it," Rory added. The tall woman stood up from her chair. She moved in front of the bound lover, still seated on the rapidly melting ice slab. For a moment, her shadow blocked out the sun. Rory smiled and held her half-eaten popsickle down at crotch level, the tip of the stick just inside her labia. "Go on slut. Suck my popsickle. Don't want to get heat stroke, do you?"

Alex was too hot to tell if she blushed...but she raised her head and leaned forward as far as her bonds allowed. Her tongue swirled around the icy treat...and then her lips closed on it. Sucked on the sweet frozen stick. Felt the cool juices slide down her throat. Swallowed them greedily.

All as Rory kept reading.

“Again! Raise your butt in the air and wiggle it! I want more groveling!”

"I don't know if Gambio actually has an endgame planned. Like an actual ending. It feels like they're seeing how far they can ride this out, keep the interest maintained. But every chapter ends with the generic 'What's Next?' It's essentially a linear narrative, for all the interactivity, and we long ago left the path of simply 'Will Cherry survive the day with some clothing and dignity intact' and gone off into one of their weird multidimensional power dynamic harem storylines."

Alex grunted. She had bitten off the tip of the popsicle and couldn't reach any further. With a sigh, Rory squeezed her pussy tight around the popsicle stick, grabbed the back of Alex's head, and began to thrust her hips. The blue shaft pumped into her lover's mouth, and little blue trickles of juice ran down from the corners of Alex's lips.

Nobody laughed. The entire class was as silent as a graveyard. This joke must have killed any sexual tension present.

"Ah!" Rory hissed, as she thrust a little too hard. As she pulled back, some of her pubic hairs were stuck in Alex's teeth. As was the rest of the popsicle. The useless, sticky stick fell from Rory's pussy, and she stared down at Alex...who stuck out a very blue, very cold tongue and waggled it invitingly.

Rory smiled. "Alright, slut. If Gambio can have their non sequitur moments, so can we."

One brown leg went over Alex's shoulder and the back of the folding chair. One cool, blue tongue slid over and into Rory's pussy. The taller woman panted in sudden heat as Alex worked her over, back in familiar territory once again. Rory kept reading.

ps: Gina still up for Wet Willie this weekend?

"I feel like Gambio could add links to previous stories for readers who aren't up on their particular perviverse. Is that a word? Perviverse?" Rory asked. However, Alex had her mouth full. Almost all of the chill from the tongue was gone now, and Alex trembled as she sucked softly on Rory's clit. The sweat dripped off of Rory and onto Alex's thighs, mingled and sank into the pool of icy water and pussy juice that Alex sat in.

Instead, enjoy this wholesome picture of penguins.

"I like penguins," Rory huffed...and then, with a grin, she leaned forward. Alex's eyes went wide for a moment, as the chair tipped over backward onto the lawn. The cool water that had pooled beneath her numb ass and pussy washed out over the bound woman's stomach and back, to soak into the lawn...and Rory sat on Alex's face, so that her lover could eat her pussy in the shade.

She eventually narrowed it down as much as she could. She will definitely not put more stuff up her pussy and she also won’t suck someone’s dick!

"Chapter Fifteen," Rory huffed. "Which is as far as Gambio has gotten, so far. Who knows how much longer the story will go on?"

The tall woman reached over to the cooler and grabbed a couple ice cubes. She rubbed them over her dark skin, the heat suddenly so intense, the cold trickle of ice a relief as they melted. It was definitely time to go inside for a cool down. Right after one more question.

With great ****, Rory pulled her pussy off of Alex's face.

"So babe. What do you think of the story? Hot or not?" Rory said.

"I...think...it has...real potential!" Alex huffed, tired and dizzy. "But for the love of God, Montressor! Format your fucking posts to be easier to follow!"

Rory grinned. "I wouldn't hold your breath on that, babe. Gambio got to Gambio."

She pulled on a rope. The bonds slid free from sweaty skin. They helped each other into the house, tired and hot and sticky...and by the time they made it to the shower, they would be more tired, hotter, and stickier still. Yet that will have to wait for the follow-up review...if the story goes on long enough to warrant one.