Lois Lane & Blaze Read Cora and Cerebia Read "Lois Lane's Night Out"...Again

The Daily Planet's best reporter stared blearily at the screen. Time, in the space between the pages, meant nothing. She was ageless and eternal here. Always ready to pop back on the screen just as she had been. Experientially, however, it had been a rough week...month...year...years. However long the story had been going. The likes kept flooding in, and Zeebop kept writing. Every time she thought she was done with a branch, every time she imagined that she was one step nearer to being free, or at least that someone else would pick up the keyboard...they would keep going, and Lois would keep cumming and cumming and...

"Then there's these two bints," Lois grumbled under her breath.

Blaze, whose lap she was using at a pillow, answered with a grunt.

"This isn't even a review. I barely remember some of these chapters, and I was in them. Don't they know that each branch is its own separate special snowflake of a..."

"Sweetmeat, don't," Blaze said. The scarlet succubus' voice was that of infinite weariness. "It's not worth it. They're just having fun. That's the point of all these ridiculous reviews, isn't it? To take the piss, as those British people say. To bust our metaphorical balls."

"Speaking of which, what horrid sex act are we doing for this review?" Lois said. "I honestly hadn't given it much thought, but it's tradition at this point."

Blaze snapped her fingers. Lois grunted as a now-familiar pressure built inside her pussy. With an aggrieved sigh, she spread her thighs and bore down...the testicles pushed out from between her labia with a burst of clear fluid, tinged with red. First one, and then the other, the swollen and sore orbs each the size of a baseball. The reporter rubbed her clit as it began to grow, almost as an afterthought. The stiff little nub swiftly swelled beneath her fingers, to a fat cigar-shaped tube of stiff pink flesh. Lois peeled back the foreskin as the demon rolled over, which robbed the reporter of her pillow.

"Here. They complained you didn't fuck me in the ass enough. Never let it be said we didn't give the audience what they want."

With a sigh, Lois crawled onto her hands and knees. Her balls hung nearly to the floor as she pried apart the tomato-red cheeks of Blaze's ass. A part of her wondered how many times that pink little divot of a pucker had been described, what variations existed across the dozens of anal sex scenes were strewn across thousands of chapters. Did Blaze have a mole down there? A little pentacle-shaped birthmark? Was it a tight pink starfish or puffy and red and swollen like a donut? All of these, maybe, at one time for another...but it was clean, and Lois buried her face down there and let her tongue lap at the rim of Blaze's anus, to get it nice and slick.

Just because they were both exhausted didn't mean Lois could ignore the formalities. There was verisimilitude to maintain.

Blaze had picked up the tablet and scrolled through the review.

"The ****...the tentacles...we do tread close to the line at times, on the rules," Blaze smiled. "And once or twice we went overboard, and Zeebop had to go back and edit the chapters into something that wasn't rulesbreaking. It's why you never get impregnated by actual xenomorphs, just robots disguised as xenomorphs. And all the tentacles are either part of a demon like myself or representative of some god-like Lovecraftian entity like Cthulhu or Yog-Sothoth. Petplay is well within bounds, but **** is a step too far, and we respect that."

Lois buried her face in the ass and pressed her tongue hard against Blaze's shithole. There was tension...even demons instinctively squeeze...and then the scarlet succubus relaxed, and the anus seemed to suck the reporter's tongue inside. With contemptuous ease Blaze began to rhythmically squeeze her asshole, the buttocks flexed against the reporter's cheek. It was like fellating the intruding tongue, and Blaze smiled a little as she felt that sliminess of Lois Lane's saliva in her ass.

"The weddings, the pregnancies...to be quite honest, there are a lot of them. It's been lampshaded many times. There are reasons for it: for one, pregnancy risk was introduced ridiculously early into many branches, so it followed through...and for two, there are only so many ways to raise the stakes in a sex-based story of so many chapters. Third, to be frank, both the writer and the readers seem to like it. The impregnation and pregnancy chapters are some of the most-liked in the entire sprawling mess of a branching choose-your-own-adventure. You can't blame us for having multiple chapters with some variation of 'Gratuitous Pregnant Sex' in the title when people keep upvoting the damn things and clamoring for more, can you?"

"Agh ghin gho," Lois said, her voice muffled. She pulled her tongue out of the ass and ran it up the demon's sweaty crack. Not for the first time, Lois thought Blaze should have a little tail at the base of her spine to pull...but some conventions had to be made to how the red-skinned demon appeared in the comics. Even if many, many liberties were taken.

The reporter pressed the head of her dick against Blaze's ass. Saliva was not the best lubricant, but it was good enough for the demon's hungry butt...and in the endless white voice the demon bent her knees and curled her toes as the reporter fed her stiff prick into the slick asshole. Balanced on her knees, the reporter's newborn balls rested on the floor behind the demon's cunt.

"You know," Blaze said as the reporter leaned forward and twitched her hips, to bury her bone as deep in the demon's backyard as possible. "What gets me about this is that there's nothing really constructive about this review. Bitching about how the epilogues are continuations of the story misses the point. That's what epilogues are! The whole thing was to see what happens after 'the end.' Zeebop accepts suggestions and comments! Tries hard to give readers what they want! Provides variety..."

"...there are only so many thousand ways of describing how pregnant someone is, or how it looks and feels for a cock to slide into an asshole, or for a woman at different stages of pregnancy to get fucked in the ass by cocks of various sizes...or tongues...fingers...toys...the occasional tentacle..." Lois murmured. "Actually, have we had any pregnant tentacle sex?"

"Who fucking knows? Zeebop has to go back and re-read the last three chapters for every new one he writes these days. Too many branches. If he were lazier or more efficient he'd steal more sex scene descriptions from other branches. You just have to know that nobody is going to give him grief because the description of an unrealistically large demon prong plowing a juicy cunt in chapter 1126940 is almost identical to the one in 1138159." Blaze grunted as Lois bottomed out.

Normally, this was the point where some surge of supernatural lust and strength would drive them to fuck like rabbits on amphetamines and viagra for several paragraphs...but instead, Lois collapsed atop her literary paramour and review buddy. A watery white spunk drooled out of the demon's ass around the plug of the reporter's prick.

"Well," Lois said, "If Cora and Cerebria aren't going to put any real fucking effort into this review, I think that's all the juice I have for a response. I'm taking a nap. Wake me up when they have something funny or worthwhile to say, and maybe I'll do something sexy."

Without a further word, Lois laid her chin on the demon's shoulder and went limp. Blaze, pinned beneath the reporter's dead weight, looked back over what had been written...and then set the tablet aside, folded her arms beneath her, and set her own head down to rest.

At least, until the next chapter.