Lois & Blaze Read Marcie & Gina Read "Lois Lane's Night Out"—The Undiscovered Cunt-ry

"Well, that happened," Lois Lane said. The reporter lounged in her black silk robe, the one embroidered with dragons, upon an overstuffed chair. She sipped her tea and scrolled through the latest offering on CHYOA on her tablet. Beneath her feet, the ottoman whined.

Its skin was as red as fresh blood on parchment, stretched drum-tight over a bony frame. Pure white eyes without pupil or iris glared fitfully at Lois from the rim.

"Be quiet. You lost the bet, and furniture doesn't talk." Lois drummed her heels into the inanimate object to emphasize her point.

Lois sipped her tea as the demonic footstool simmered in discontent. Outside of very few chapters, this kind of submissive role was definitely not her thing.

"They actually read the one complete Poison Ivy branch," Lois said, finally. "Which, I think, is definitely not some of Zeebop's best work...but that's sort of the nature of the beast, isn't it? The story is over five thousand chapters, and the continuation of the hundreds of branches is determined by likes. There's no overall plan, and the plot can change wildly with each branch...and has, as I'm sure you can attest."

A slit opened between the cushions. A long black tongue slithered out and explored the reporter's foot. Lois sighed and determined to ignore it.

"On top of which, there's the whole thing where, writing so many branches, so many sex scenes, it's so easy to go...stale. Efforts to shake things up a bit tend to come across as...well, like when you're searching for porn and start running into four or five keywords run together," the reporter grunted. "Of course, if readers want something specific, they can always comment. Satan knows Zeebop has bent over backwards to fulfill reader requests before..."

On the ottoman, the black tongue slithered up the reporter's sole, causing Lois to momentarily recoil...it tickled so fiercely...but she knew the devil would be inconsolable if she couldn't do something. So the reporter set her foot back down, and let the long, slimy tongue slide over the bottom of her foot, the tip of it squeezing in between her toes.

“I am not advocating for the euthanization of Zeebop, but I think we can all agree that he mustn’t be allowed to breed.”

"Fortunately, I don't see that as an issue coming up anytime in the foreseeable future," Lois said wryly. "Either that, or he reproduces more like a virus than anything else, sending out his ideas to infect already-compromised minds."

The reporter shifted her legs so that her left foot lay flat on the ottoman...and, as she half expected, the cushions split apart beneath her toes. Revealing another warm, but much more welcoming slit. Lois smiled as she let her big toe explore a little, Blaze's tongue still lapping at her dirty toes.

“Because Zeebop can’t write something that doesn’t involve body alteration.”

"I think this is another case of the nature of early choices in the story has led to a preponderance of body alteration and transformations...and dickgirls...above and beyond Zeebop's personal fetishes. The whole Lex Luthor branch, for example, was based around the idea of using red kryptonite to transform my body for various erotic effects. Didn't always work...still a lot of dead ends there to be tidied up...but Bad Sex doesn't have any transformations. Just very weird and fucked-up sexual situations. Ultimately, Zeebop just likes to break up the routine a bit. Like a proper literary pervert."

Lois eased her foot down. Felt teeth against her toes, for the briefest of moments, and then warm lips closed in on them, sucking and slurping loudly.

"I am surprised at the choices the ladies make. It took them every other conceivable route to get to where they were going..." Lois Lane's smile was a bit sad. "Suppose Zeebop should put a little more effort into these things. For the sake of the ungrateful fucking lezzies with body control issues in the audience."

“I was on board with it until the fixation on ass licking. What’s Zeebop obsession on that anyways? Feels like all Lois and Blaze got up to in their fuck reviews is butt stuff. For someone who claims to hate Scat, there sure is a lot of that shit.”

"I've given it a great deal of thought," Lois said as her toe found a little nub at the end of the wet slit, and the ottoman began to hum and purr. "And I think the problem isn't so much that Zeebop enjoys anal—though he does—as much as he gets bored of regular vaginal sex all the time. Pussy being the default in most sexual scenarios on CHYOA, I think his efforts to circumvent boredom sometimes aren't entirely balanced very well. Then again, we've never run into a review that claimed all this cunt-licking was boring, so what the hell do I know?"

Something hard pressed against the reporter's foot. Lois lowered the tablet and looked at the ottoman. A face was rising out of the middle, eye sockets empty, three black tongues extending from a gaping maw...and with a dramatic sigh, Lois rose from her chair and straddled the furniture, feeling the soft, spindly tongues slip into her cunny.

"Still, they did make it all the way to the end...and there was a promise made once to reward them if they found a lesbian ending. This wasn't the one Zeebop had in mind, no doubt, but a promise is a promise, so...I hope Marcie and Gina enjoy their special epilogue."

The reporter set her tablet aside. She pulled off her robe, revealing the small teardrop breasts, the tiny pink nipples stiff as pencil erasers. Her knees hugged the rim of the ottoman as Lois began shifting back and forth, grinding her pussy against Blaze's face.

It was so hard, sometimes, to be the center of attention.