Sam (♀) and Sam (♂) read "Subjugation Tournament" by Gambio, Part Deux

Handy anatomical chart for writers.

"We left off at a riddle," Sam (♂) said.

"It is not a fucking riddle. There's no riddling. There are eight doors, each door is a link, but there's nothing to suggest one door is any better than any other. That's not a riddle. That's chaos," Sam (♀) pointed out. "Anyway, we're going through T."

"Why?" Sam (♂) said.

"Because it won't be the first door or the last door, and I'm not picking ICE. It's T or A, and I'm going with T," she said.

"Fair enough," he said. "T is is."

just give up AND look at the storymap, you complete loser!

"It was not T," Sam (♂) observed.

They clicked. Trying to divine the logic of Gambio's mine was like trying to map an otaku's journey through an anime convention. Until it became a test of endurance and cloudy eyes.

“Congratulations, Mari Beta! You just unlocked my second phase!”

"I've received enemas more pleasant than that," Sam (♀) said.

"Imaginary internet points where they're deserved: it was a genuine effort at a game mechanic. Don't see a lot of those on CHYOA," Sam (♂) replied. "But we have a choice..."

"****," Sam (♀) declared, in a voice that brooked no argument.

Nothingness End

The Sams stared. It was technically the end of the branch. There had been a resolution, of sorts. They could wrap it up.

But Gambio had put an awful lot of work into the story. And the reviews. And...

"Fine," Sam (♀) sighed. "Rewind time. We'll razz Gambio properly."

Obviously her crotch was a massive swamp. My body was **** to wipe her clean down there multiple times but it barely seemed to make a difference. I wish I could just put a diaper on her and call it a day.

"Do you think," Sam (♂) said after a moment. "That Gambio is into Adult Baby Diaper Lover stuff?"

"It does dovetail with their whole embarrassment kink, doesn't it?" Sam (♀) said. "Although they seem to draw the line at actual pissing and scat."

"Could be protesting too much. Maybe they're **** to try it out and vociferously deny it while secretly wishing they had the guts to really go into it," Sam (♂) said.

Sam (♀) looked at her male counterpart. He was at half mast. She rolled her eyes.

"I reserve judgment unless a character actually ends up in nappies," she said with finality.

“I believe you are well acquainted with slaves at this point”

"The pacing on this harem story is a bit weird, when you think of it," Sam (♂) said thoughtfully.

"Pacing?" Sam (♀) said. "You mean how there isn't a fap scene every three chapters?"

"Well, that sure, but think about how a harem story normally works," Sam (♂) went on. "Either you get a harem dropped in the protagonist's lap at the beginning and shenanigans ensue, or it's built up slowly over time and the protagonist gets to explore relationships with the different harem members, different sexual situations arise, little conflicts of personality and status come up, all that sort of thing. Here, it's a bit more breakneck. Beta barely fucked the cat girl once before having a poorly-described orgy with all of them. We're like thirty chapters in and we've got a little bit of intra-harem conflict and wangsty internal discomfort over the fact he's basically a pimp with extra steps, but the actual conflict is largely the tournament itself."

"Is that a complaint about how Gambio skips all the stuff they find boring to get to the fights and puns they actually enjoy writing?" Sam (♀) said.

"More of an observation," he admitted.

Then the slide changed to an image of the witch getting fucked in both holes by a bunch of strangers, followed by her getting peed on by a Doggie.

"Not beating the pee allegations," Sam (♂) said.

"We're back to another choice," Sam (♀) said. "Which is impressive. Some of Gambio's stories are so linear you might as well go 'choo-choo' as you read along. Anyway, we're going with the first choice. Again."

Calm your tits.

"Mollify your own damn mammaries," Sam (♀) suggested. "Also, ever since Gambio discovered an image can also be a link, they have abused that relentlessly."

"Let Gambio have their fun," Sam (♂) said. "Complaints about the pacing and lack of description aside, you have to admit they're actually doing their best to keep the plot rolling. Things happen! Plot move forward!"

"And somehow tits get smaller," Sam (♀) observed.

“They are very anal about their security.”
Har Har.

"Gambio's sense of humor is not my sense of humor," Sam (♂) said. "Is it weird if I say it's tied a little too much into their kinks involving embarrassment and offended dignity?"

"Different strokes," Sam (♀) shrugged. "Although I notice you're not stroking."

"Eh. It's not sexless, but it's not exactly arousing, either. There's more sex in this story than most of Gambio's story, but it's not written to fap to," Sam (♂) said. "It's basically an adventure story written with some picaresque trappings. The thing with erotic stories is that they have actual pornographic scenes in them. This has...like, the blowjob during the meeting was technically a sex act, but the focus is on the conversation, not the act of fellatio. It's an afterthought. This is like somebody who plays through a dating sim and speeds past the cut scenes in favor of the plot."

"Is that a bad thing? Given how much of CHYOA is porn with barely any plot?" Sam (♀) pointed out.

"Eh. It feels like the sexy bits are there because they're expected to be there, not because Gambio finds them particularly sexy or wants to write a scene that is exciting," Sam (♂) said. "Like, the situation suggests sexy times because Beta is building a harem and keeps finding himself in positions where, bizarrely, people actually want his dick, but those scenes and the participants are generally written with a minimum of attention to the act itself. There's no love there. Anyway, another choice chapter."

"First choice," Sam (♀) said.

I can't believe that worked.

Sam (♀) considered. "...honestly, not even mad."

"Could have been worse," Sam (♂) admitted.

Then she died.

"...oh, we're going for the BAD end," Sam (♀) noted.

Sexy-Knight End

"There's an argument to be made that end chapters should be marked clearly in the title," Sam (♂) said. "But I look at it this way: we reached the natural end to a branch."

"There's a shit ton more chapters in this story," Sam (♀) said.

"There's 799 chapters and a bitch ain't one," Sam (♂) said, which didn't make any sense but represented an attitude absolutely applicable to the situation at hand. "41 chapters plus however long we spent on those doors. If Gambio wants us to go back and try for a deeper branch, they can ask."

"Fair enough. So what is our final take away on Subjugation Tournament?" Sam (♀) asked.

"It's not bad. I know we're supposed to bitch and make fun, and we've pointed out some typos and weird grammatical issues (commas go inside the quotation marks), and the sex that's there doesn't get the love and attention," Sam (♂) said.

"But?" Sam (♀) said.

"No, that's about it. I mean, I can tell they put some real effort into it. Props for that," Sam (♂) added.

"Until next time, if there is a next time, then," Sam (♀) said. "And if we do, maybe we'll have sex."

"I mean, not with each other," Sam (♂) said.

"Oh fuck no. I'd rather set my pubes on fire," Sam (♀) confirmed. "I'm not Cassandra."