Lois Lane & Blaze read "Squirtle" by Sarckle, Part 4

I ship it.

On the floor, the demon Blaze stared up at a great blue crotch. It was inches from her face, so close that she could smell the scent of it above that of the bodypaint, and feel the press of the tailplug rest between her breasts. Lois Lane's left hand was pulling her labia apart, exposing the moist pink insides, which were beginning to drip down onto the demon's neck...not that Blaze was complaining. In her right hand, Lois Lane held up a tablet, where she continued to read the story.

"Chapter 101 is a bit of a non sequitur," Lois said. "But then, Sarckle was coming off of a break."

"I don't like Amber losing," Blaze admitted. She how long Lois could maintain that squat. The reporter's stomach was still bloated from all the water she had choked down, her abdomen bloated with the water wait. "Honestly, I think she should have taken the blowjob offer."

"Hmm," Lois said, noncomittally.

The reporter began to flex her fingers. Blue fingers on a blue pussy between blue thighs, the cunny in front of the demon opening and closing like a great eye or maw...like a monster breathing. Blaze had been hard for quite a while now, but now her nostrils flared open and closed, sucking in the scent of that moist cunt, so near and yet so far. With just a little effort, the demon could raise her head, extend her tongue and tickle that clit...taste that labia...suck on those juices...

The demon sighed, her breath blowing on the pussy and making it quiver.

"The Jack scenes are nice," Blaze said at last. "But I have to admit that I expected more...Squirtle. I suppose that in the game, your first Pokémon isn't necessarily going to be the one you use all the time. Different types and all that. But I was expecting more like Pikachu being one of the main characters in the cartoon."

"Oh, are you not seeing enough of squirtle?" Lois said, and she squeezed her pussy, so the juices dripped out. Blaze could tell the reporter was really getting into this: the body painting, the buttplug, the water, the story. There was a level of investment here that went beyond their normal reviews...but then, this was a very long story.

"From Digglet's cave to the beach," Lois said, reading ahead. "And now Amber has the beginnings of a polycule."

You can feel yourself being turned on as you watch your two girlfriends kiss right in front of you. It feels odd thinking of both of them as your girlfriend, and given the time to think you’d come to realizing that John is your boyfriend. But now isn’t a time for thinking, your mind is blank with arousal watching Jack return Yuruki’s affection.

"I like the sex positivity chapters more than the near-rapes and domination scenes," the reporter said finally.

"I'd like it better if Sarckle cleaned up the poll-stuff and out-of-character material at the end of chapters," Blaze grumbled. "It's one thing to solicit audience involvement, but you write a new chapter, go back and clean it up from the old one!"

"Different strokes," Lois said. "Like the 'Princess Cock Gobbler' tattoo."

“It’s a badge, a symbolic reminder of me protecting someone I care about,” you tell her, not sure how much you believe it yourself.

"I like the insecurity," Blaze said. She had her cock in her hands now, stroking the scarlet shaft slowly. With care, the tool was long and thick enough that Blaze could use it to nudge Lois Lane's tailplug...and it amused the demon to think of fucking with Lois in that way, just bumping the plug a little at a time, wearing away at her ass until the reporter was so mad with lust she insisted Blaze fuck her.

"It's realistic. Which is an odd thing to say about a Pokémon story," the reporter agreed.

"I have to admit, the casual **** angle feels weird. Not out of place, given that this is basically a rapetastic version of Pokémon where losing results in unprotected sex...I kind of wish there was a gay trainer that would teach Blue what that feels like...but one of those subplots that definitely sets the story apart from...I guess sex gambling," the demon stared at the pussy as if hypnotized. She had never seen Lois this wet...but they hadn't done much play that involved long-term stimulation without real sexual contact. The pink cleft was almost hypnotizing in its moistness.

“Get some water for the cocksucker. We’re going to take a quick break.”

"The start of a real losing streak," Lois muttered, her palm rubbing against her crotch now. "I almost wish we had stats for Amber in all this."

"Hard to implement at this point," the demon said dreamily.

"I guess there's a lot more to character, in how you handle victory versus defeat," Lois mused. "Feels like treading a fine line. Amber never gives up, which is good; but she doesn't exactly give in, either. She gets more sexual experience but isn't really getting...sluttier."

"You think? She's quite the Pokéslut compared to how she started out," Blaze said.

Seeing B. Oak on the list makes you all the more determined to win the whole thing.

"Ooh, tournament arc," Lois said. Her thighs were quivering now, and Blaze desperately wanted to just reach up and pull the reporter down...onto her mouth or onto her cock, the demon didn't care which. Yet Lois remained teasingly out of reach. She was waiting for something.

"The change to Jack's point-of-view is interesting," Blaze said. "It's nice to see a little male-on-male **** sexual service. As a change of pace, if nothing else."

"Honestly, the swift changes in POV aren't something I'm keen on," the reporter admitted. "I get that it's a change of pace, but I prefer to stick with one POV for the most part. One chapter asides are a distraction and a confusion, unless they expand on the story. I like the parts which give different perspectives on Amber's story, an outside look, so to speak, but the rest..." Lois gave an almost gallic shrug, which Blaze didn't see. Her eyes were fixated on a drop of pussy-juice slowly gathering at the bottom of Lois Lane's cunt.

“Wartortle, water pulse!” you command.

As she says the words, Blaze watches the pussy in front of her convulse. The demon was so fixated on the pussy she was totally unprepared as the tiny pink sphincter of the urethra suddenly opened...and a gush of clear water sprayed out, right into the demon's open mouth and face. Lois Lane shivered in relief as she emptied her bladder in the demon's sputtering lips...and dropped to one knee just to grind her pissing pussy against her hard crimson chin.

Lois sighed as she paused in her reading for a moment, letting the long stream peter out into a drizzle...a drip...

"Tell me," Blaze coughed. "That this whole thing wasn't just a set-up for a watersports pun."

"You have to admit," Lois grinned, lowering her other knee to the ground. "It was super effective."

Blaze groaned...and then she felt the reporter backing up sliding the tip of the demon's cock into her pussy with a wet squelch.

"Looks like I win," Lois murmured. Setting back on her haunches, her blue-painted ass pressing down on Blaze's balls, Lois began to rock back and forth as she kept reading.

She wipes away the evidence of her encounter with Blue.

"Not to be a dick," Blaze said. "But is there any reason why those guys don't just team up and gang-fuck Blue until he's a submissive, cunt-eating, cock-sucking cumbucket? I mean, I grant that would screw with the story, but as an antagonist he's not the villain you love to hate, he's the guy you want to go to prison and come out unable to shit solid."

"I guess Sarckle did something right, then," Lois said. One hand rubbed on her still-swollen abdomen, feeling how deep Blaze's dick was in her today.

“No need, I’ve got places to be. The snatch bandit will have to get her fill elsewhere,” Ashley says turning to leave the battle spot.

"Bitch," Blaze said, approvingly, moving her hips.

"I wasn't expecting the ****," Lois admitted. "Oh, don't you dare cum."

"Ah?" Blaze said.

"Because you're not pulling out until we're done," Lois added.

"Ah," Blaze said, wondering how many chapters they had left. The demon knew she could cum whenever she damn well pleased...but it amused her to play this game. In another life, this might have been a chapter in their own story. The naked, lithe reporter gyrating on her cock, the tip of the demon's dick almost kissing that cervix, reading to blow its black load into the depths as Lois moaned something terribly nerdy.

The demon ran her hands over the blue thighs, not even caring about smudging her handiwork. Yes, she could wait, as Lois read on.

“Water pulse,” you command, grabbing your crotch trying to readjust to find some comfort.

Lois grunted as piss splashed and burbled out of her urethra. Blaze gasped as the cunt contracted; she could actually feel the stream moving inside of Lois against her cock, and the hot spray splashed them both. The reporter grinned, and Blaze almost laughed. The reporter had planned this...but would even four gallons be enough for the finale?

“Just use the other hole,” you suggest, **** to feel John in you.

"Lube!" Blaze whispers, eliciting a grin from Lois. "I mean yes, well done cramming some dickgirls in this after a hundred and thirty chapters, but go take an enema."

"Now, now, not everyone is so focused on the details," the reporter said. "There hasn't been any crap in this story so far, and I don't expect any going forward."

"Humph," Blaze said, as the pressure slowly built in her balls. "Weirdly, there are fewer likes for the Amber-with-a-cock chapters. No idea why. I mean, we know dickgirls, and these aren't bad."

Cherubi hit itself in confusion, Wartortle follows up with a final water pulse.

Blaze shook her head as warm wetness spread out over her lower body, not in a spray but in warm rivulets. She imagined that as Lois Lane's body processed all that water, the reporter's bladder had to be fit to burst, but two such eruptions in short order meant there was less pressure backing it up.

"I'm not even into watersports," the demon lamented.

"Your cock says different," Lois said, rising up an inch, her cunny gripped the cock hard, and elicited a little hiss of pleasure from the demon before the reporter slammed her ass back down, smacking the swollen scarlet balls against the floor hard, and sending a ripple through the pool of piss in the demon's rock-hard abs.

“Oh boo-hoo, I’ll still be able to just blow him,” Zoe taunts with a smile, as if the chastity belt is barely an inconvenience.

"I did not expect that," Blaze admitted. "If this was a story where pregnancy was an actual concern, I would say that's probably the only form of birth control that would work around Blue. Boy would stick it in mud if it would wriggle."

"Honestly, I feel like a lot of this is a distraction from the tournament," Lois said. "Not terrible for story development, but feels like it's spinning wheels, playing with kinks, instead of getting to the next stage of Amber's sexual evolution."

That’s always great to hear, so many young women seem so down about their pokemon journeys.

"Can't imagine why," Blaze said. "Although if they ever make a real Pokéslut game, I'd expect an island of Amazon trainers who battle among each other for supremacy."

"Don't give Zeebop any ideas," Lois said dryly. It was about the only part of her that was dry. Blaze looked down at what was left of the reporter's bodypaint, which was smudged, running, and partially washed off from the watersports around her hips and thighs. Blue rivulets of piss-diluted paint spattered the demon's own hands and body...and she didn't mind a bit.

“I mean go girl power and all that, but I was really hoping to see more sex today,”

"Here, Cindy represents the reader," Blaze said, her voice a little tense. She swore she could feel her prostate throbbing, and Lois was doing that thing where she was rocking back and forth while reading, squeezing her pussy in time with the rocking. Blaze had known Lois to do that while focused on writing an article. Te reporter's whole body was tense, and she hadn't cum once, not with the plug in her ass or the cock in her pussy...and whatever was left in her bloated, ready-to-burst bladder must have made her insides feel even tighter than usual.

Wartortle’s water attack collides with the flamethrower coming up behind you. The two attacks fizzle in the air.

Lois huffed, drawing herself up an inch so that the piss could pour down on the demon. The reporter's free hand grabbed at her labia, angling the stream out across the hard red abdominal muscles, until it filled up the small divot that was Blaze's navel.

"I'm going to make you drink that," Blaze said.

"Promises, promises," Lois began to raise and lower her hips, and Blaze could tell she was close...close to the end, and close to her end. The demon grinned, her balls tight and trembling. She was ready to paint the reporter's womb black.

They read on, as the battle with Team Rocket came to its sexy conclusion.

"Ah, whoredom," Blaze said, raising her hips to meat Lois Lane's falling pussy. The tip of her cock nearly speared the back of the reporter's vagina with each thrust, but the demon had no desire to hurt the reporter...not tonight. Not after such a stimulating session. "The first refuge of the ****."

"It is not," Lois huffed.

"Honestly, selling her body seems to be Amber's default way of getting out of trouble," the demon pointed out.

“Wait so all of you have an Eevee?” Jack sounds surprised, “That’s an odd coincidence. I don’t even know if I’ve seen one in the wild before.”

"I feel like this is a critical bit of lore, but unless Jolteon zaps his balls into small smoking lumps of charcoal, I don't care," Lois said. She had to use both hands to hold the tablet now, the pace of their fucking speeded up as they neared the conclusion they had been working toward all this time.

"T-there's an audience f-for that," Blaze said through gritted teeth, her hands digging into the reporter's hips, holding her up so that the demon's hips and cock could hammer up and down.

“Aqua tail,” you shout.

Lois screams the words as whatever bladder control she has left collapses. Blaze erupts at almost the same moment, black splooge exploding deep inside of Lois. The ejaculation is thicker and longer than the reporter's bladder eruption, and as Lois rides the bucking demon, watery black sperm oozes out of her pussy, as though she was pissing crude oil.

The two figures slump exhausted against one another, Blaze's crimson cock still twitching as she seeks to pump one more glob of her water into the reporter's overstuffed vagina...and Lois, utterly spent and empty, but smiling happily, sets the story aside.

"What's next?" The reporter said.

Blaze rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"I suppose the story goes on as long as Sarckle wants to. Eventually they'll run out of story...but I doubt that will happen anytime soon. For my own tastes," Lois Lane said. "I think that was a little longer than I prefer. But it's not bad. Definitely has its moments."

"Any favorites?" Blaze asked.

"Hmm. Probably when Amber decides to take her first sexual forfeit from a woman. Turning the tables a little. I liked her taking possession of her own sexuality like that."

"Hmm," Blaze said. "Well, Sarckle, if you're reading this...Torrent!"

Lois was shaken out of her reverie. She stared down at her stomach, at the lines of the squirtle body-paint that were mussed and messed up.

"Are you...?" Lois asked, watching something golden yellow leak out from her labia.

"Yep," Blaze said, the demon smiling triumphantly. "Turnabout is fair play, after all. Thanks for reading."