Lois Lane & Blaze read Lindsey & Susan Read CHYOA 3: Happy Endings

"Oh, they've posted again," Lois said.

Blaze laid a couple of cold brown bottles of beer on the table. The demon was cockless for the moment, her crimson pussy a darker shade than the rest of her body, hairless as a lizard. The reporter herself was in a black silk nightgown, embroidered with golden dragons—taken from the wardrobe of one of her many scenes. Not that she often ended up wearing it for very long, but it was good to lounge around in, while waiting for Zeebop to write the next chapter.

"Which ones are these?" Blaze asked, as she sat down next to Lois.

"Lindsey & Susan. You remember them, we reviewed a story by Unknown7 not long ago," Lois lifted a bottle, stared around for an opener, and not seeing one handed it to Blaze. "Would you mind?"

"Right," the daughter of the wizard Shazam brought the bottle down between her legs. The cap slid in between her hairless lower lips. Muscles bunched in the thighs, the abs tightened...and with a quick twist of the wrist, the cap came free, beer suds splashing over the slit.

Blaze handed the bottle to Lois. Her abs flexed, and the bottle cap shot out to skitter across the floor. "Is this their **** for all the times we demeaned them for not punctuating properly?"

"No, that's slid off of them like water off a duck's back," Lois took a sip of her brew. There was a pop and a skitter, and Blaze brought her own beer up from under the table. "It looks like they found one of our endings. Not one of the better branches, or the better endings. But after twenty chapters of this sort of thing, I suspect any ending is to be welcomed."

"Hmph. Let me see."

Demon and human sat side by side. They had grown closer in the last few years than their comic book adventures...but then, that was true of many colleagues. Lois had already begun to consider Blaze her work-wife in many ways. Oh, she would always be faithful to Superman in the DC comics, if that's what the scripts demanded, but over here on CHYOA, where the character restrictions were so much looser, Blaze could just be...Blaze.

"They do ask why I'm in the story, and why Captain Marvel isn't," Blaze noted.

"It's a fair question." Lois burped politely, and set her empty bottle down. She was already a little glassy-eyed.

The demon smiled. Not one of her Mona Lisa smiles, but a rare and toothy grin. "I have an idea...why don't I answer that, and you can get another drink."

Lois did not take her meaning immediately...but then the demon slid back from the table. She pushed her red thighs close together—no thigh gap there—and in the little dip between the top of her thighs and her mons, Blaze poured out the pale lager. It formed a little triangular cup...albeit, one Lois would have to get on her hands and knees to drink from.

"You know," the reporter said, as she climbed down off the chair onto all fours. "I was nowhere near this perverse when the story started."

"If you say so."

The human woman crawled over the small distance between them. Balancing herself on the edge of the chair with her hands, she lowered her mouth down to the little pool of ****, and began to sip.

"In truth, while my backstory does tie into the wizard Shazam and the Marvel Family—I resent the appropriation of the name 'Shazam' for Captain Marvel on purely pedantic grounds—Superman has been one of my major foes in the comics," Blaze began. Lois, for her part, began to slurp. Blaze ignored this.

"No doubt when looking through the roster of villains in DC comics, Zeebop settled on Blaze as a good counterpart to the more obvious choice, Lex Luthor. Female instead of male, magic-based as opposed to science-based. Plenty of good storytelling and erotic possibilities there...as several thousand chapters have now shown. The Blaze branches of the story are overall the most liked ones—and the chapters with the most likes get more sequels, and faster."

Lois Lane's slurp reached a loud end. The reporter's nose was brushing the demon's crotch as she ceased sipping and began to lick. Without moving her thighs apart, the demon stretched out, letting the reporter's eager tongue dive deeper into the crevice.

"So, I am a choice that has turned out surprisingly popular...among readers, at least," the demon patted Lois on the head. "It is impossible to be in several hundred sexual episodes with another character without growing a little attached to them. But I for one am glad that Lindsey and Susan have found an end—if it isn't quite the one they desired. As for Lois and I..."

The reporter's tongue was licking now, not at the beer, but at the salty little cleft buried between Blaze's legs.

"...we make our own happy endings."