Lilja & Bob Read Marcie & Gina Read CHYOA

The dwarf's braids floated in the warm, dark waters, like the tentacles of some ancient, eldritch creature. Below her, Bob rose. The Nameless Thing's sleek, dark body was glowing with soft excitement, the armored plates of its cybernetic augmentations the only thing hard about it. Lilja smiled, arms and legs moving in lazy strokes to keep her afloat as the wet, four-fingered, glowing hands emerged from the dark to finger her breasts, her thighs, the warm, eager holes in between.

Skinnydipping had its benefits, this deep down beneath the Misty Mountains. With a thought, the hacker access the Matrix, navigated across the multi-dimensional nexus, and read what those two strange women, Marcie and Gina, had said about her story.

“With this chapter, Zeebop has tied the record for most received reviews at an astounding 11.”

"And, unlike SOME contributors, doesn't skimp on Masochist Mode," the dwarf said.

Bob blooped. Glowing fingers found dark nipples, groping them into stiffness.

“Yeah, and I hate that I have to ponder it because these two sluts gave us nothing else to work with! Start bitching, you bitches!”

Lilja rolled her eyes. "Fine. You bitches talk a good game, but you prefer talking about sex scenes to actually acting them out. You talk a big game about sex scenes with dragons, slime girls, and shark girls, but you never actually write any. I challenge you to get off your fannies and write some porn that Gina could schlick her hairless little slit to!"

Bob blooped. One of the genital-tentacles poked at her asshole. Lubricated by Bob's natural slime, it slid in easily. A thing, warm, flexible tube that slowly began to spread her ring wider. The better to lay Bob's eggs in those warm, welcoming depths.

Yes, Orc femboys just do not do it for me either.

"I do appreciate how you ladies are gluttons for punishment. Always willing to go back into stories, even if the kink isn't one you share. It makes me think the masochistic streak goes much deeper than just a little spanking and the normal psychological damage."

Bob blooped. More glowing arms emerged, wrapping around the floating Dwarf. The Nameless Thing's body inflated, holding Lilja up as her arms and legs were constrained. The skin of her abdomen distended slightly as Bob's genticle pressed as deep as it normally went.

“I was rather disappointed by this sad display myself. Rowana does not even have intercourse with Legere.”
“...”

"Y-you c-cunts make it s-sound like f-fucking a cold drake is f-fucking nothing. I-imagine getting s-speared by a c-cock as th-thick as your th-thigh with scales on it...ahhh..."

Lilja's moan suggested she was thinking of it. Bob blooped happily, as small spheres, each the size of a hen's egg, began to travel up a genticle. The cave echoed with the Dwarf's gasp as the first one pushed past her once-pert pucker, pushed forward by all those behind it.

“That thing...is not a slimegirl.”

Bob blooped. There was no dictionary for the vocalizations of the Nameless Things, but if one existed, it might have been something to the effect that Bob was both and neither male or female, a bizarre and unquantifiable entity inspired by a few fleeting references in the legendarium, and was quite capable of generating both semen and eggs. And as Lilja well knew, Bob's tentacles could squeeze into almost any orifice.

Ro gets saved by a passing elf.

"N-no Elves were included in this story," Lilja said, as one of Bob's tentacles wrapped lovingly around her throat, to help lift her head up above the level of the water. "It was a wizard...y'all can't read...worth shit..."

Bob's bloop was deeper. Lilja squirmed in the Nameless Thing's grip. Her abdomen had already begun to distend. Yet the eggs were getting bigger, and the room inside of her less. Each one required more **** to push into her body. Each one spread her ass wider, the orifice stretching to that exquisite moment between pleasure and pain...and then a little further.

“Well, partially I suppose. My point is, this setup should have been made more clear from the start. It is an interesting idea, but the way it was presented made things more confusing then they needed to be.”

A genticle slid into Lilja's mouth, pressed her tongue down, and slithered down her throat. Bob blooped. It was a bloop that might have expressed that the story was an experiment in a different kind of storytelling, and like a lot of stories, it evolved a bit as it was written. It didn't start out with a parallel narrative, but that's how it ended up as. There is now a note about this, earlier on in the story. Not that it matters much for this review.

“Marcie, I am not going to read 50 chapters about a cripple dwarf and her tranny boyfriend.”

Lilja's eyes rolled up in her head as a familiar sphere slid up the genticle toward her lips. Already her stomach was a swollen, gravid dome. One of Bob's arm-tentacles found her clit. The Dwarf's little toes curled.

Bob blooped. Something about how the parallel path also included a lesbian were-bear, and how sad Bob was that Gina would never learn what a muzzle-job was. Alas.

“In characters, prose, worldbuilding this is easily the best I have read from Zeebop.”
“Yes! The fuck is up with that! Dickgirl-guy is supposed to suck at writing!”

The Dwarf was beyond coherent thought, given over to her new task as an incubator for Bob's eggs. The Nameless Thing blooped, as if to assure Marcie and Gina that the majority of Zeebop's writing continued to be as weird, disgusting, and terrible as always. It seemed to be what the readers of CHYOA liked.

Some things are just not meant to be turned into porn.

Bob used a tentacle to raise one of Lilja's arms. The egg-stuffed Dwarf was made to wave slowly at the darkness, as though saying goodbye. Glad that if the ladies hadn't at least liked the story, they could relax in the knowledge that they never needed to read it again. Although that did leave a lot of chapters for anyone else to review.