Lois & Blaze read Maddie & Trevor read Lois Lane's Night Out

In the space between the pages, a scarlet tongue could suck on a pussy forever. Lois Lane let go of her favorite handlebars reluctantly, pulling herself off the crimson, horned visage of the naked demon Blaze. The merely human's pussy was hairless, puffy, and sore...but there would be time for that later.

"We have two more intrepid souls reading our little adventures," she told the demon, reaching for the tablet. Blaze growled, her tongue extending down her chest and splitting, the forked tongue flicking out to slobber between Lois's breasts.

"If we must," the demon said, reluctantly.

"Same rules as before?" Trevor asks. "Three branches. Alternating choices."

"The basic idea is that the number of likes controlled which chapter got a sequel," Lois said. "And, eventually, every branch would be complete when the likes dropped beneath a certain threshold. The whole story was finished, until a few people came along after and added their own incomplete branches."

"Unfortunately," Blaze said, "that means not every branch is equal. While all of them are at least a certain number of branches long—vast amounts of re-readability—they don't all offer the same experience. Some are weird. Others nasty. Some are erotic horror, others are babies ever after."

"Quite a lot of them are babies ever after," Lois said, laying down and spreading her legs so two fingers could slide into her well-lubed channel. "You didn't get into any of the deep branches—which can be tricky, if you're choosing randomly—but there are a lot of chapters and a vast array of kinks. Some of the prose is even readable."

"So the bartender strips us and gives us an enema. Now we're spewing from both ends. Great. Feeling aroused yet, Maddie?"

Blaze shifted over next to Lois and plucked the reporter's hand away from her crotch. A single red finger found Lois's clit, the soft pad toying with the sensitive nub.

"One of the peculiarities of the way the story was written: we tried to take care of the poo factor from anal sex by insisting either on enemies or that Lois cleaned herself out earlier in the evening," the scarlet succubus said. "As you would guess later, trying to keep continuity on a sprawling epic like this isn't easy. There was even a spreadsheet."

"But not a lot of comments," Lois sighed. "Never really found that kind of very engaged audience."

"And this time--I'm curious about this Kryptonite App."

"One of the more common themes in the story as a whole is transformations," Blaze explained as her finger lengthened and thickened, the individual fingers of the hand becoming a smooth tentacle, the tip so fine it could coil around Lois' clit and stroke the erect nub. "In the Superman comics where Lois and Lex are from, Kryptonite has various effects on Superman, and in the story Lois becomes affected by it, too. So the app helps to keep track of which kryptonite variety is being used, what the transformation is...and helps readers navigate to the kind of material they want to read. Ideally. There's a LOT of tags in this story."

Lois huffed. The demon licked the reporter's face, the tentacle releasing the clit to slide into the wet and ready orifice.

Wait, why are we taking off our jacket? I thought we were already naked. Continuity alert!

"K-keep in mind that because of following the chapter with the biggest likes, the sequel might be written days, weeks, months, even years later," Lois said, squirming as she spread her legs wider, letting Blaze's scarlet tentacle slide deeper into her eager hole. "Some accidents slip past. Despite our best efforts..."

"The format does have its downsides," Blaze acknowledged as the tip of her tentacle brushed softly against Lois Lane's cervix. The reporter spasmed, and the tentacle retreated, doubled back on itself, sliding along its own length as it stretched Lois' cunny wider. "Similar issues with the story Doomed, despite the best efforts. Uneven development."

"Well, we can't extrapolate too much. By my estimate, that was...maybe a half-percent of all the chapters in this story. It's fucking massive."

The demon grinned. Her tentacles swelled. Lois Lane's hips rose off the ground, her pussy stretching like a rubber band as the tip of Blaze's tentacle emerged and probed down toward her pucker.

It was going to be that kind of night. Not that time had any meaning in this void between the pages.

"Quantity," Lois gasped, before she could taste the tentacle in the back of her throat. "Is a quality all of its own."