Lois & Blaze read "Dustbin Stories" by TheLeherengin

In the white void between the stories, there was a kitchen table. It was unremarkable as these things go, its four legs resting very solidly on the plane of nothingness that was what every story started out as. Lois Lane stepped out of the latest chapter of her story. She smiled as she walked toward the table, her body naked and clean as though she had just stepped from the shower...and as she walked toward the table, the nothingness took form. Two chairs. A glass liter of vodka, dripping with condensation. Two tall double shotglasses. Finally, as Lois reached her seat, a laptop appeared.

Lois settled in and navigated to the correct page.

"Dustbin Stories," she said aloud, "Trying to survive in a city overrun with crime."

The reporter flicked her hair and looked over her shoulder. "Blaze, are you coming?"

"Do I have to?" A gruff, disembodied voice came out of the air.

"Yes. People have been kind enough to review our story, we need to repay the favor."

"Those bitches..."

"There's vodka," Lois said. "And you don't have to be nice."

There was a disembodied sigh...and the demon stepped out from her accustomed story. She was a head taller than Lois, with blood-red skin, and a mane of dark curly hair that fell down almost to her ass. Blaze's lean body was built like a human greyhound, not a trace of spare fat, bony ribs sticking out at her sides, every lanky limb's muscles well-defined as she padded silently toward the table. Her cock hung between her legs, a black drop dangling from the purple tip, leaving a trail of cum on the floor behind her before settling into the chair next to Lois.

The human woman poured the first shots as Blaze silently read the first chapter.

"So?" Lois asked. "What's our choice?"

"Let's go for Emily," the demon sneered. "I would like to see some cop bitch get destroyed by some criminal cock."

They read silently, sipping their vodka. They made it to five chapters in.

"The hell? A bad end?" Blaze grabbed her cock and flopped it. "I didn't even have a chance to get hard."

"Well, that happens in these Choose Your Own Adventure games," Lois said. "I used to read the books when I was younger. There are lots of short paths, bad ends. That's part of the fun! You just go back to the beginning and start over. Let's give Emily another try."

This time, they made it to ten chapters deep.

"So, don't do ****," Lois said after a moment of consideration. "I mean, there are people who have people doing **** and getting involved in sexy times as a kink, but it's pretty clear TheLeherengin isn't going for that."

"What the fuck is he going for?" Blaze said. "Seriously, I can't figure out this world. Is it Earth? Is it modern day or medieval? Nobody fucking names a city 'Arboria.' It feels like it should be Lankhmar, but the cops have guns and they use contemporary chemical formulas for the **** so..."

"Gotham, basically," Lois tossed her head back and drained the last of her shot. Smooth and almost tasteless. "I feel like we should have made a drinking game out of this. Take a drink every time you die."

"Hmph," Blaze grunted. She sipped her vodka. "We'll give it one more go with Emily. See how far we get this time."

They read. Lois refilled their glasses. They drank.

"Six chapters," Blaze grimaced. "Still no sex. But at least we didn't get a dead end. Just...an end."

Lois reached under the table and grabbed the demon's cock. She peeled the foreskin back, and brought her shotglass down to scoop some of the Satanic spunk into her vodka.

"What the hell are you doing?" Blaze asked.

"This vodka," Lois said, "is like this story. A bit flavorless. It _needs _something. The individual writing isn't bad, and the coding on the game mechanics seems solid, but it's missing something."

"Sex?" Blaze asked. The reporter brought the glass back to the table and stirred the cum into the vodka with a finger.

"Sex, sure. Or maybe just attitude. It feels like one of those stories where there's a lot of options, but it's more breadth than depth. I mean, there's probably longer paths if we could just bring ourselves to go through all the options...and lots of replayability. But it's lacking some little bit of fun. Maybe if Emily was a complete skank, or Dustbin had some spiciness to it...give us a paragraph or two about random whores getting bent over by crooked cops! Or single mothers selling breast milk, something...****, taboo, fucked-up."

The reporter threw her head back. There was a glug as it disappeared, and even then Lois shook out the last grey-black goo into her lips.

The glass slammed down onto the tabletop. Her violet eyes had a certain glassy look.

"Iz like...like...it feels so unfinished. Iz not bad, 's juzz...juzz needs something..."

Blaze stared down at her glass, still full...and a nasty smile crossed her face as she slid it across the table into the drunken reporter's hand.

"You're right," the demon said. "But I think this story has potential! Maybe we just went down the wrong path with a goody-goody like Emily. Maybe we'll even try that drinking game you suggested...next time."