Lois Lane & Blaze read "Squirtle" by Sarckle, Part 2

Pika!

"While you're back there," Lois Lane said. "Put my plug in?"

"Gladly," Blaze said. The plug was six inches long, black medical silicone, arranged as a series of spheres of gradually increasing diameter, from about a centimeter to nearly two inches. Whoever had made it—this was obviously not officially-branded Pokémon™ merchandise—had added a curly blue stuffed tail to the flat base. The demon ran her tongue up and down the toy, getting it good and wet.

"So when last we left our hero Amber," Lois said. "She had just made a bet with Blue-ooh!"

The demon smiled her little smile as the first bead of the toy broached the reporter's butthole. The teal paint exactly matched the shade of the toy. Lois bent her knees a little, giving Blaze better access as she slowly pressed the plug in deeper. No matter how many times the scarlet succubus watched the reporter's ass swallow a toy or a cock, or get stretched out, there was something magical about it all...

"...I honestly did not think they'd use Cacturne to pierce her nipples, but you know what? I like that." Lois said.

Blaze wiggled the toy in the reporter's ass. They were up to the third sphere, and she sensed resistance. As the reporter read on, the demon reached for the lube, dribbling a bit of squirt for her squirtle-to-be.

"Another decision point, exiting the tattoo/piercing shop. I can't really see a lot of rhyme or reason to some of these decisions, but I guess they're trying to stay within the narrative of the game. So, considering you're busy with my back door, I'll go out the front..."

"Someplace I too hope soon to go through," Blaze muttered as she wiggled the tail-plug a little deeper. Lois winced. It wasn't as thick as Blaze's cock, but silicone was so stiff and cold by comparison, it was always a bit more uncomfortable.

Perhaps it would be better to just let the 3 of them fuck you.

"There's a lot of attention given to the pokébattles," Lois said. "But the sexual angle is...a bit aggressive. I mean, these are basically dudes wandering around and forcing young women into battles so that they can **** them into sex. I'm gang-**** with extra steps. Well, maybe not quite that far, but lots of social pressure. I think I like it better when Amber is winning and can choose to fuck the losers."

"I thought you said she was a slut?" Blaze said. "I mean, at least she is battling, and not just fucking her way to the top or whatever."

Lois made a cute little animal noise as the fifth sphere sank in. Only one left...but this was the big one. Almost as thick as Blaze's cock. The demon wiggled the plug around, as if she was having trouble, though in truth she just wanted to see if the reporter would make that noise again.

"She is, and there's a degree of porn logic here. They fuck her ass without lube or loosening her up first, that kind of thing. Poor bitch is definitely getting a sexual education on her pokéjourney." Lois said...and then grunted as Blaze pushed the last plug in, feeling the warm skin of the orifice close over the narrow neck, holding the plug firmly in place. Holding the reporter's ass-cheeks apart, Blaze admired the view...but, she still had some paint to apply.

"You know, if we were clever, we could have painted the spheres on that butt plug as little pokéballs," the demon noticed.

"If Sarckle was more clever, I think Amber would be dealing with more pokéballs jammed into her pussy and ass too," Lois admitted. "But sometimes you don't think of these things until after...and there's still a lot of story to go. Who knows? Maybe we'll see her holes stretched around one of those things yet. But first, there's another choice: does Amber sexually submit, or openly whore herself out for money?"

"Which one's the longer path?" The demon asked. "There's still a lot of painting to do."

"Submit it is," Lois said.

Blaze resumed her work. The brushes passed over the reporter's buttocks and lower back, careful not to drip on the fluffy part of the tail. Lois reads aloud the sexier parts as Blaze slowly makes her way up...the "shell" on the reporter's back being the most intricate aspect of the whole body paint job. With hands as steady as a pub window painter, Blaze traced out the lines around the reporter's spine...admiring the muscles that shifted and moved as the reporter raised her arms. The reporter had a good voice for reading, giving different tones to each person that spoke, but as Amber proceeded on to Mt. Moon it was obvious that her interest was less in the progression of pokébattles than it was getting to the next sex scene.

"Great Caesar's ghost, Blue is a cocky asshole. I keep waiting for something terrible to happen to him and it doesn't," Lois said during a pause.

The demon hand moved around to the reporter's front, running a very fine brush over Lois Lane's nipples.

"No doubt in the game he's her rival to the end or something," Blaze said. "So I doubt there's a path where he ends up a sissy bitch submissively baring his slutty, spunk-spattered pokéhole for any trainer that wants it."

"Point," Lois said with a sigh. "And admittedly, there's a market for a woman being treated as 'fish whore' for a day. And I have to admit I like the occasional lesbian scene for variety."

You start to think that she might not be coming to help you. You look down seeing that she isn’t wearing any underwear, allowing you to see her small patch of pink pubic hair. “It’s my turn,” she says, approaching you still laying on the table. Yep, definitely not here to help you.

"That's the game, sweetmeat," Blaze said. "Not, Pokémonster or whatever, but sex. There's a transgressive delight to seeing women **** to have sex, but then they have to secretly love it. Only true sadists want to see someone suffer just for the sake of suffering. So no matter what new low of sexual degradation Amber sinks to. It's a different dynamic if she sells herself than if she's **** to do it. So you need an asshole like Blue if she's to keep fighting. If it's to be a gradual loss of control, instead of a sudden dive into victimhood or embracing her utter whoredom."

"There's an author's note. Not sure I like that, but it's not like CHYOA has a good interface for asides from the narrative. The sidebar tends to be crowded with tags." Lois noted. She nearly jumped out of her skin as Blaze's paintbrush reached her armpits. "Watch it, I'm ticklish!"

"Oh, I know," Blaze said with a smile.

Lois read on, as the demon ran the brush over her arms. The reporter could really feel the weight of the plug in her ass now. The layer of paint on more than half of her body. It was amazing how paint could make you feel clothed and naked at the same time...and she read aloud as Amber battled Blue again. Then she got to another decision point.

"This is a big one," the reporter mused. "Do we go with a Point-of-View shift, or stick with Amber?"

"Let's stick with the cock-gobbler," Blaze said. She lifted up the reporter's hair and stuffed it under the teal-colored bald cap that emulated Squirtle's emblematic dome. "Not because I don't appreciate the effort on Sarckle's part, but my give-a-damn for sidequests on this one is somewhat minimal."

"On to Cerulean City it is," Lois said. "To be honest, I'm surprised at the lack of...grind. Both in a sexual and a gaming sense."

"It is hard to try and recapture the magic of the sixth cock cumming in your ass, much less the sixtieth," the demon observed drolly. "And I for one am a bit glad we're not getting blow-by-blows on some of these battles.

Joining Team Rocket would interfere with your goal to be a pokemon master.

"How much more do we have left?" Blaze asked.

"Well, you still have to do paint my face," Lois said. "Chapter-wise? Almost a hundred if we're going the long way about."

"Fucking hell," the demon shook her head. "What A job to do."