"Jane is close to orgasm and will squirt from Margaret's lubricated pussy."
Jane puts the phone down on the blanket and vigorously rubs her clit wondering what the result will be. The slick wetness amplifies the feeling and since she already was close it takes mere seconds before her orgasm pleasurably builds up again. She closes her eyes and moans quietly enjoying the cusp.
Meanwhile Margaret reaches for the phone, curious to see what her girlfriend changed. She doesn't even have the time to pick up the phone as her pussy tightens in a familiar way. "OH fuck!" she shouts as fluid shots out of her crotch again, but without the pleasure. Which makes her suspect the worst.
Jane shakes as she still rubs her quivering clit enjoying the dry orgasm feeling. "Do you like it Margaret? Every time I orgasm you'll squirt my juice from your pussy."
"Oh, so that's what it was. I was so scared my water broke. You better warn me next time."
"Sorry babe. I was horny and didn't think this through. Just go ahead and do something to my body, that's just fair. You can even unlock the premium features and really go to town with it."
Jane takes the phone and after a few clicks she hands it back.
Margaret looks at the app.
"Premium features unlocked. You can now change 4 words in a sentence."
"How did you do that?"
"I used to work for this app company, we all got some special perks with this thing. Glad to see my code still works."
Margaret generates new sentence.
"Jane is a lesbian with big breasts and averagely sized pussy enjoying the afterglow of her dry orgasm."
Margaret looks at the sentence with sinister smile. "Would you be okay if I made your body a bit of more inconvenient to deal with?You know, as revenge for the scare."
"Do whatever you want. I can try anything as long as it's not painful."
"A bit uncomfortable but no pain, I promise."
"Sounds hot. Just do it."
Margaret changes the sentence, she makes sure it won't do anything bad to her lover and ends up with:
"Jane is a lesbian with tiny breasts and clit sized pussy enjoying the afterglow of her anal orgasm."
She accepts the sentence and giggles as Jane looks at her body confused. "Ha ha, very funny. You made my chest flat."
"No more need for bra with your itty-bitty titties. But there's more down there."
Jane looks down with a dumb expression brushing her hand across the smooth barbie doll like skin surface "Did you just remove my pussy? C'mon girl! You want me to go nuts every time I feel like masturbating?"
"Still there. Just very tiny." Margaret giggles a bit more as Jane tries to prod at the flesh looking for anything like an opening. Finally she reaches a tiny hole half the size of a headphone jack right where the lower pussy lips would end. She rubs the small dip in flesh a bit and feels nothing. After a minute a tiny shock not unlike a static from charged clothes hits her nether and a tiny drop of liquid oozes out of Margaret's hole.
"This is either the weakest orgasm of all time or I just pissed a droplet. Honestly it's hard to tell." Jane laughed a bit at the tiny drop. Her girl definitely had a sense of humor.
Just then they hear a boat hit the sandy beach. Just like that their oblivious fun is gone, replaced by feelings of fear and vulnerability as their naked bodies stand still, not daring to make a sound.
"Are you sure it's empty?" a manly voice shouts at someone else.
"Yeah, we can still get some new shit after they restocked. Doesn't even open until next week."
"What a bunch of suckers. Leaving it all unprotected and shit."
"True, true. You'd think they'd put some security instead of a "No Trespassing " sign. Fucking morons."
Margaret and Jane are both stuck in place, hugging and praying to whatever deity approves of their relationship to make these foul-mouthed strangers leave. Or at least not walk behind the house. Jane clutches her lover worried about the drum-like pace of her heart. She makes sure to keep her back to where the strangers could come out at any moment. If it all goes south she can take a bullet for Margaret, she can protect her.
Thankfully the wooden steps creak, signalling the direction of their path. They are safe for now.
Jane points at the phone still in Margaret's hands, she takes the hint and generates new sentences trying to see the intentions and possible risk posed by these people.
"Two males walk up the stairs of a beach house"
"There's two guys but I don't know what they want." Margaret whispers only when a bit of wind blows just to be safe, just to stay out of ears of anybody who would listen.
"If anything happens you'll have to use this phone against them, alright? Don't hesitate for a second, remember. They should not be here so we might be dealing with trespassers... or worse." Jane says coldly, the hint of any fun gone from her voice. "Even if anything happens to me, you have to survive. Promise?"
"Promise." Margaret says hesitantly, holding onto her belly.
A door bursts open violently under someone's weight.
"Holy fuck! It's all just open."
"It's like they are begging to be robbed."
"Lookie here. Someone left some underwear and clothes and all this lying around. Looks girly."
"You think we got somebody around?"
"Naaah. Whole place still closed. Maybe some teenagers broke in before us and fucked around the place. It happens you know."
A loud snorting noise follows.
"This here smells like some fresh used underwear."
Margaret's heart sinks. These guys would have to be stupid not to figure out there's somebody around. She takes the phone and switches some settings, if it all comes down to this she will only need a click to do what needs to be done.
Just then a picnic basket falls out of the house and spills all its contents everywhere. "Fucking garbage all over the place, not a single valuable thing."
"So what do we do?" someone asks.
"Just wreck it. If there's someone around they can enjoy cleaning up this tacky dump. Fucking pricks."
The sound of wood breaking and stuff being thrown around fills the darkening area. At this point it is clear these people are violent and have no consideration for other people's property.
Margaret changes some settings. Her previous plan right now seems like too light punishment for these assholes.
"Look Jane." she whispers showing the phone. A new change takes place and the thieves are now aware of any changes that will be made. "Lets punish them."
"Yeah, they deserve anything we can do." Jane adds.
Just then as the rummaging and breaking sounds continue, Margaret looks at the generated sentence.
"Two thieves make mess inside Jane's house."
And she changes it.