Lois Lane & Blaze read "Squirtle" by Sarckle, Part 1

Our courage will pull us through
You teach me and I'll teach you...

Lois Lane hummed along to the words. In the space between the pages, the naked reporter stood with her legs apart, arms stretched out, head up. The scarlet succubus ran the paintbrush across the woman's flat belly, down her thighs. The small carefully-trimmed patch of pubic hair had been shaved clean for this little feature, and Blaze smiled as she dipped her brush back into the paint pot, relishing the thought of painting that labia to match the rest of her.

"I assume," the demon said at the reporter, whose body was about half aquamarine at this point, "that there is some deeper reason for this little bit of artistry than All Hallows?"

"We are reviewing 'Squirtle' by Sarckle," Lois said. "Which is a branch of 'Pokeslut' by Moomoo."

"And you like this Squirtle character?" The demon asked as she slid the brush up and over the reporter's bald pussy.

"Let's just say that wet sluts need to stick together," the reporter grinned naughtily...and then her face became more serious, or perhaps nostalgic. "I remember when Pokémon first came out, you know, and although I wasn't in the target demographic, it was hard to escape it. Now they're making multi-million dollar movies starring Ryan Reynolds with Pokémon and it's just...it hasn't gone away, but so many people have grown up with it, and some of them have taken those childhood characters and imagined them in strange and erotic scenarios and somehow that...resonates with me."

Blaze pursed her lips. "Well, we certainly can't throw stones. Squat."

Lois bent her legs, and the demon, quickly slid underneath to get the little crevices of skin that were exposed that way. It was important in bodypainting to leave some areas exposed so the skin could breath, but the demon enjoyed running her paint brush up the little pale spaces where Lois Lane's thighs met her buttocks.

"We begin," Lois said, "with Amber picking Squirtle for her first pokémon from Professor Oak, and the young man Blue challenges her to a battle. Of course, she accepts."

The reporter straightened back up.

"There are a few options, but of course in the branch Sarckle writes, Amber & Squirtle lose."

“I’m not sure I believe you actually want to see my cock, are you trying to be a cock tease yet again?”

"I like the cut of this boy's jib," Blaze said as she ran the paint down Lois Lane's calves. "He's nasty, foul-mouthed, big-dicked, and treats her as a complete slut and whore."

"He is," Lois grins. "And it helps that Amber is a slut. So we get sex fairly quickly right off the bat, and rather detailed cock-gobbling it is too. I'm not personally keen on second-person, but it has its place."

"No complaints from me," Blaze said as she drew the brush along the reporter's toes. "Although the defloration scene was relatively painless and bloodless, for my tastes."

"One thing I like, and wish there was a bit more of," Lois said, wiggling her toes. "Are little asides that loop back into the main path. Like when Amber talks with Professor Oak instead of the Stranger after Blue beats and fucks her."

"Almost too brief to mention, but agreed." The scarlet succubus moved around to behind Lois, and started to paint her ankles. "Does this Amber actually fuck any of these pokémon?"

"Not yet," Lois said. "But this is a very long story, so that could still happen—oop!"

The demon had laid down the brush for a moment and planted her face between the reporter's asscheeks. Lois felt the by-now-familiar sensation of a wet, hot tongue sliding between her cheeks, rubbing around her asshole.

"I suppose we need to let the paint dry for a minute," she huffed. "But just for a minute! Anyway, Amber has a victory over Liam, and heads to the Pokémart, where she blows the Mart Man. There's a stub of a branch here, where Amber has to pay some sketchy old man for his help with her body...she's really turning into a poképrostitute...but let's follow the main branch where she rushes into the forest."

"Mmmh," Blaze's voice was indistinct, muffled as it was by the reporter's ass. The red fingers kneaded Lois Lane's buttocks as the tongue swirled around the tiny pink orifice. Lois bit her lip, hoping she wouldn't be using her own Aqua Jet before her costume was complete.

"If...if there's a complaint, it's that it feels like the story is a bit aimless. I mean, Pokémon is really all about the grind, but that's not...not really...good erotic literature. Not without tracking XP or some...something..." Lois swallowed. "But I like that Sarckle takes things a bit at a measured pace. It's not like Amber is more focused on getting laid than pokébattle. I mean, she's still pretty much a pokéslut, no matter how you cut it, but she's not just a pokéslut, if that makes any sense?"

"Pgghshlt," Blaze mumbled, and the reporter wondered if the paint fumes weren't getting to the demon...and then Lois tensed as that tongue pressed hard against her anus...and pressed its way in. She shuddered, nipples hardening, trying not to squeeze her butt but still excited about the weird sensation of a living thing squirming around that tight ring of muscle.

"I...I guess..." Lois gulped for air. "...part of the issue is that you have these pokébattle scenes mixed in with the sex scenes, and it's the back-and-forth that gives a kind of mood whiplash. I don't think it's bad, but I feel like it started out super-raunchy, and then Sarckle dialed it back to be more about the pokémon, and the tonal shift takes a bit to get used to. It's not a bad choice, aesthetically, but it almost feels like there should be a straight path with little sexy options branching off of it.

“Well I count that I beat both of you and only fucked one of you. So I guess you could leave, but that might make me mad. And you wouldn’t want to make me mad before leaving me alone with your friend, would you?” the man smirks. You realize that the man still plans to fuck you. You give a longing look to Jack, pleading her to stay.

The tongue squirmed in Lois Lane's depths, as far as it would go. The reporter sighed. Blaze would suck a fart out of her ass if she let her, and Lois Lane's costume would never get finished at this rate.

"I think it's kind of interesting to have this concept that winning or losing a pokébattle has sexual consequences. I mean, we had our own little games with my pussy or ass or mouth or armpit on the line. I'm not sure how much can be done with the concept, to really emphasize Amber's sense of loss. I mean, Sarckle doesn't seem to be the type to focus on sensations of degradation, despair, pain, or disillusionment, so it doesn't feel like there's a path where Amber will end up getting a bunch of pokéball's shoved up her ass and pop them out one at a time for the amusement of a bunch of trainers. I just don't feel that this story is going to have that 'the lap dance is better when the stripper is crying' moment."

With a sigh, the reporter took a step forward, pulling her ass free from Blaze's face...but she squeezed her anus as she did it, tugging at Blaze's tongue.

"Anyway, this is a long story. So we're going to pause this at chapter 37: Blue's Penis Piercing, and you can get back to work."

The demon sighed and picked up her paintbrush.

"Pika pika," she growled. Black lightning ran up her horns in frustration at this sudden cockblocking. "Pikachuuuu."