Lois Lane & Blaze Read Cora & Cerebria Shit On "Lois Lane's Night Out"

The blender buzzed. Strawberries, milk, and ice cream disappeared into a smooth, creamy pink froth. Blaze waited until all the little chunks had disappeared before she turned off the blender. The demon pulled the glass container off of the base and turned to her partner in literary crime.

Lois Lane had already assumed the position: ass in the air, back straight, shoulders and head on the ground. Her fingers held her freshly-cleaned asshole agape, so that when Blaze knelt down before the reporter, she could stare down into the red tunnel of the gaping orifice.

With great care, Blaze tipped the glass pitcher and poured the strawberry smoothie into the reporter's well-used ass.

It was Sunday. They were doing butt-stuff.

"Cora and Cerebria have posted again," Lois said.

"Those cunts," Blaze said. "Another review?"

"It's not really a review," Lois shuddered as the cold, thick liquid filled her colon and slid down into her bowels. As Blaze topped her off, Lois could feel the chill as her fingers held her quivering hole open. Briefly, the reporter wondered what would happen if she would let go right now...would it splash Blaze in the face? Or just make a mess?

"More like a bunch of reactions to different chapters, different branches. There isn't really anything new in terms of criticism, and anyone reading it who hadn't read a lot of our story would probably be absolutely lost." The reporter shook a little as she felt goosebumps rise up on her skin. A cold smoothie enema would do that to you. "Also, they misread something and accused the author of being a pedophile."

"Of course they did," Blaze said as she set the pitcher aside. "You want some of this?"

"Just a mouthful," Lois replied. "Honestly, I'm not sure how much more we can say about this than what we've said before. It's a story about giving readers what they want, and the Lois/Blaze branches are the most popular. Pregnancy comes up so much, especially in the epilogues, because I get pregnant way too early and too often in those branches. It's the same reason why you're a dickgirl in so many of these branches. It wouldn't exactly be a proper continuation if we just ignored that."

Blaze's lower lip pressed against the rim of Lois Lane's ass. She slurped loudly, the level of the pink liquid visibly diminishing as the demon sucked it into her mouth. Lois made fists with her toes. Butt stuff Sunday was always a welcome break from some of the crazy things Zeebop did during the rest of the week.

Mouth full, cheeks bulging, Blaze quickly crawled over to Lois Lane's head. The reporter opened her mouth with, black hair fanned out beneath her...and the scarlet succubus bent down. She let the reporter encompass her entire mouth before opening her lips...and then the now much warmer strawberry smoothie fell into the reporter's mouth. Lois swallowed greedily, the sweetness and cold flowing down her gullet...and at last, Blaze drew back a little, so that their tongues could wrestle and they could end with a strawberry-flavored kiss.

"I would say," Blaze said, as she crawled back over to the reporter's ass. "That if they didn't like it, they needn't review. But of course, the whole point of this little game is to review each other's work, often in the most caustic way possible. Can't blame the two twats for that. From the sound of it, there doesn't seem to be much new for them to bitch about."

"I think they do like some of the sequels. But I have no idea what they mean by 'getting good,' since they don't actually comment on individual chapters in any way resembling useful feedback," Lois said. She paused. Blaze had brought out a bottle of Johnny Walker Black Label.

"Just topping you off," the demon said as she poured some of the amber liquid into the reporter's gaping fuckhole. "I think there's an unbirthing episode in the near future."

"Again?" Lois shuddered.

"In any case, for all the bitching and whining that the paths are all the same...which is bullshit, there are over seven hundred distinct endings, thank you very much...the one thing they can't argue with is that we don't give them something new to bitch about every time. Production may have gone down, but the story isn't over yet," Blaze poked a straw into the reporter's ass and began to stir. Lois could feel the hard plastic tap her fingers, which had grown stiff.

Lois Lane stared up between her legs. It was never supposed to be like this, she reflected. Not at the beginning. Lois Lane's Night Out was only supposed to be a warm-up, four hundred chapters, tops. Zeebop had really wanted to write Susan Storm porn.

Blaze began to suck the pink smoothie up into her maw. Lois shook, her asshole aching. They weren't supposed to stay open this long.

"Maybe next time, they can turn their attention to Bad Sex," she said. "They might like that one better."

Blaze's only answer was the ragged, drawn-out slurp as she sucked all the pink slime from Lois Lane's ass.

Maybe next time, it would be the demon's turn. Lois had always threatened to shove a pineapple up that crimson butthole, but hadn't done it yet...but good things did come to those who wait.