Tell Me Why

NOTE: Non-Erotic

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I hear him call out to me, a one-word prayer that I’m always on alert for.
 
“Cyl.” The tone of his voice tells me this is not a booty call. A glance ahead shows him sitting in the dark, brooding. I guess it’s time to address this, at last.
 
In an instant, I cross dimensions to appear before him. Instead of my usual skimpy red attire, I stick to my pitch black body suit, covering me fully from neck to toes. Impossibly form fitting, but so dark my body appears more like a silhouette. A Cylhouette, if you will. But this isn’t the time for jokes.

Story Girls: Lina and Violet

So. Some cosmic hot chick bring you to life out of a smut rag, too?

Yes.

Wild, huh? She already sic you on one of her Boy Toys?

Yes.

How do you feel about that?

What do you care?

Jeez, just makin' conversation, ya ice queen.

Well don't. I'm psychic, Lina. And I don't like what I see in you.

What, you one of those goody-two-shoes nice girl protagonists? Figures.

Oh, I can be sadistic. If my partner wants it.

Oh, yeah, I bet you're the most hardcore handholder in the west.

Sure. If you like.

Oh, come on. See, that's the problem with you good-guys, you only have any fight in you when you're backed into a corner. You're all puppy dogs. Me, I'm a shark. I make sure people know not to fuck with me right off.

I'll bet.

*sigh* Alright, look. Truth is, neither of us is necessarily bound to the role we were before. Don't hate me becaus I was written to be a psychodomme. I mean, I still want all the boys groveling at my feet, but this is a fresh start, you know? I don't have to come out the gate both arms swinging. I can't really do the "nice girl" thing, but I don't have to be an unhinged terror this time around, you know?

If you're sincere about that, then good on you. I still don't like you.

Well, that's a shame, because I'm pretty sure our Omnys are expecting us to bump uglies together with whoever they send here.

Wonderful.

Is it, though? Is it really?

I was being sarcastic.

Yeah, no shit. So, really, how do you feel, knowing you only exist right now to fulfill some horny boys' jerk off fantasy, and some cosmic perverts voyuerism fetish?

Honestly? I can kind of dig it. I use dream manipulation for similar things on my boyfriend. It's just that dream-beings aren't self-aware. It's a little disconcerting actually being in that position yourself. Still, I think that, knowing what I am, I find I don't really mind too much when I think about it. Once we're done here, she says we're free to go and live a new life.

Aren't you going to miss your boyfriend?

He's here, too, in another part of the Mansion. We've fooled around with others on occasion, so, you know, it's not a terrible deal or anything.

Huh. Well, that's nice.

Yep.

So, um, listen. I'm not begging for your friendship or anything, but you're kind of the first other Story Girl I've gotten to talking to. If this little session goes well, you want to, I don't know, trade e-mails or whatever? We can keep in touch via that PlayNet thing.

I'll have to think about it.

Sure, sure. ... Hmmm...

What?

Just wondering when this guy is supposed to show up. I'm getting antsy.

So play with yourself until he shows.

Ha! You perv! You a voyeur, too, or something?

Just thought it might be a fun thing for him to walk in on, is all.

Uh-huh. Tell you what, I’ll do it if you do it.

I’m good.

How about if I use my powers, and make you feel everything I do to myself?

You touch me even once with your powers, I will shut your brain off.

Honey, I’m psychic, too, and I have elemental flesh control. I’ll cut your brain to pieces before you can fire off a mind-bolt.

Hmph. Just stay over there until it’s time to play. I’m pretty sure Whitney’s not going to let us kill each other.

Aw, I was hoping we’d get into one of those slapfights that transitions into a make-out session. Then maybe the horndog guy comes in, and is so turned out, he just pounces on us, and tries to wedge his dick in between us.

Guess you got a subby streak in there after all, huh?

Oh, not at all! It’ll just be a good lead-in set up to “punish” him!

Good grief.

Oh, come on, you’ve never once set a guy up for a sexy teasy payback?

I used to, but it’s not a habit I want to get carried away with.

Aw, come on, it’ll be fun. Some guys are into that sort of thing. Hey, we can even spin this so you’re the good cop and I’m the bad cop. I tell him he’s doomed to never cum again. You say maybe we can negotiate a deal to let him off the hook.

You got this all worked out, don’t you?

Jeesh, will you loosen up? If you hate me that much, go to another room! I’m sure Whitney won’t mind that much.

Nah, I better stick around, to make sure you don’t obliterate the poor guy.

Alright, fine. Then how about this? You’re the stronger psychic, so I’ll leave his mind to you, and you can ride his face if you want. Meanwhile, I’ve got body control, so I’ll play with his cock, and ride that. We’ll double-team him from both heads.

I think I can agree to that.

Awesome. This’ll be great, you’ll see.

No funny business.

Nope, just fun business! By the way, any idea who we’re being saddled with?

Whitney wouldn’t say, but he’s supposed to be some kind of porn author. Said girls like us are the stuff of his dreams.

Uh… wait… he’s an author… who dreams of girls like us… and we’re both Story Girls… you, uh, don’t think that…

I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?

Lettie Pops In

 

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Authors Notes: This was my first attempt at an Omnymphotent comic, made well before the Reset. As such, despite using the same model, and being a writer, the redhead Lettie is visiting is not supposed to be Salamando. :P

This was another case where I had this scene in mind, but once finished, I didn't really have a follow up for it. Normally, something this short would sit on my hard drive for weeks to months to years, before I came back and picked it up again, fleshing it out into a larger piece. But I think I'm just going to leave it here. For one thing, it's hard to top Lettie's sex scene from "Lettie's Ex", and for another, the Honey Select 2 studio is just a lot more limited with what I can do. It's still great for single-panel Captioned Images, but for full comics, I just find it a mess to work with.

Oh, well. I might still be able to figure something out down the road. In either case, I hope quick little snippets like these are still amusing for some.

Interview With An Omnymphotent

INTERVIEW WITH AN OMNYMPHOTENT
 
Although many people have been visited by the Omnymphotents, we still don’t really know that much about them. They’re usually too busy driving us out of our minds with pleasure, or roping us into their sex games. It seems not many of them really like to just sit down and talk, especially not about themselves. Rumors abound, but the Omnys don’t confirm or deny much.
 
I suppose that makes me fortunate that my Omny is more platonically social with mortals. I’ve written several informative articles for the PlayNet Library based on our conversations, trying to share some basic facts with those of us who have access. The Omnys like keeping things mysterious, but I convinced mine that it might help our relationship with them to have at least some baseline understanding of where they are coming from.
 
I’m not a professional journalist, and even for this interview, the Omnys are not very forthcoming, so don’t expect much. But hopefully this glimpse of insight will do something for you.

Passing It On

NOTE: This was intended to be a rewrite of another old story from about 2009, called the Weird But Exciting Scene. This ended up way longer than intended, but serves to introduce Phallimagery, the Omnyverse's own variant to Sex Magic.

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I winced as I heard the girls laughing in the next room. Natalie and Anna had arrived five minutes ago, and Krys was still making small talk with them. I swallowed hard. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited, in every sense, for what was to come, but I’d also be lying if I said I wasn’t dreading it. But Krys wasn’t giving me a choice. Even if I managed to find some way to sneak out the back, it wouldn’t matter. My diamond-hard cock and aching full balls were a sobering reminder of her power over me. I couldn’t have been more trapped if she’d bound me in iron shackles to the bed. She needed no such bindings to keep me in place, however. All she needed to do for my compliance was to think about my cock.
 
I could feel her thoughts now. My organ was already at maximum stiffness, but it quivered with unnatural tension as I felt her mind coax it. I let out a small gasp, and my hands shook at my sides. I tried to make myself calm down with deep breaths. When she got me this tense, it got hard to think straight.

Devi's Blessing

 As soon as she stepped into the bar, every woman in the building felt a flush of arousal. Many shivered, a few gasped, every conversation paused for a moment. A few blushed hotly, a few fanned themselves. All felt a sudden, unmistakable moistening of their nether lips. The cause was not immediately evident to all, but as she walked through the room, heads turned and jaws dropped, lips quivered and thighs squeezed together.
 
The tall Indian woman in the tight orange dress strode with an easy confidence to the bar. Eyes tracked her, even as some couples tried to resume their conversations, or otherwise pretended not to stare. The woman glanced about the room and, for a moment, every woman who could see her held their breath, even as they soaked their panties. Then, something seemed to pass over the crowd. As if awakened from a daze, the women blinked or shook their heads or cleared their throats, and managed to look away from the newcomer, as if they’d suddenly decided she wasn’t all that interesting after all.
 
Devi was, in fact, probably one of the most interesting women on the planet. However, she didn’t want to cause too disruptive a scene just yet. So she allowed herself to fade into the background as just another patron. Several sets of women, however, still stopped what they were doing, and started kissing, or excusing themselves to the bathroom, or, when they thought no one could see, started rubbing themselves a bit. They may have stopped noticing the tall Indian woman, but their bodies did not forget the effect she had.

Exposing Date

Will swallowed nervously as he watched the other shoppers pass him by. He was seated on one of the benches lining the edge of the rail, which lined the mall’s upper floor. Dozens of people passed, but none of them noticed him, thankfully. Still, he couldn’t shake the nervousness as he sat there, stark naked in a public place, waiting for his “date” to finish in the store ahead of him. She’d told him to stay put, and if he even tried to get up and hide, she’d let her power slip.
 
Both of them were totally nude, but somehow, nobody noticed. Lettie had said she was using her power to make it appear to other people that they were wearing clothes, but it was just an illusion. One that, at any second, he was sure was going to falter, that somehow, someone would look past the spell, or the spell was going to fail, or she might turn it off for a laugh, or something like that. He had to either stay near her, or stay where she told him to, or the spell would cease, so he couldn’t get away! It hadn’t happened yet, but he couldn’t shake the anticipation that was half-dread, half-arousal. He had a thing for Clothed Female, Naked Male scenarios, and public sexual humiliation fantasies, but even with the assurance of his magical “date”, this was way too close for comfort!

Shady's Brother

I came downstairs reluctantly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Today promised to be another tedious, hot day of mowing lawns and mulching flower beds. I hated yard work, but it was the only job I could get for the summer break that actually paid above minimum wage. So I’d grit my teeth and bear it until college started up again.
 
As I entered the living room on my way to the kitchen, I froze. There on the couch was the girl who had made it her mission to fuck with me, literally and figuratively. The girl who, until six months ago, had been my perfectly ordinary, bratty little sister.
 
Then one day, she woke up as something else entirely. And our life-long sibling bickering shifted to a completely new dynamic. Now, she held all the cards, and I was her helpless little toy.

Meeting Cyl

When I first met her, she was making coffee in my kitchen. I was just coming out of the bathroom, still a bit groggy after having done my morning business. I was, thankfully, off work for the weekend, but I still had trouble sleeping in past six. Years of early rising had trained my internal clock for it.
 
As I stepped out into the hallway, I heard the sounds of movement, the clink of a mug on the counter, and the tinny beep of the coffee maker finishing up a brew. For a brief moments, in my half-sleep, I wondered why my wife was up so early. Then, as the scent of coffee struck my nose and coaxed me more awake, I remembered my wife and I had divorced two years ago, and she’d moved to another country since.
 
My body tensed. I was in just my boxers and an undershirt. My shotgun was under my bed, but it was unloaded, and there was no way I was going to reach it before the intruder could catch me if they came around the corner. My golf clubs, which now served mostly to collect dust, were in the garage. My baseball bat was in the hall closet, but could I reach it in time to use it?
 
I realized it didn’t matter. They knew I was up; they must have heard me in the bathroom already. I weighed my options, standing there. They weren’t coming out to get me. I decided to go for the bat. The closet was the next door between me and the kitchen. If I just moved quickly enough—
 
“I’m not going to shoot you, sir,” came a honeyed, feminine voice. “I’m not here to rob you, either. I’d just like to have some coffee with you.”

Whitney's Party

As Hank stepped out the front door of his house, he blinked in surprise. Instead of his porch, the front door opened to reveal a long hallway in another house. His momentum carried him out the door before he could stop himself, but the moment he realized what was happening, he turned to try and dash back into his home.

He didn’t know why he bothered. His front door suddenly swung shut, the knob yanking out of his hand. He quickly grabbed the knob again and tried to open it. It was locked. He reached into his pockets to grab his keys, only to find he no longer had pockets. This was because he no longer had on pants. In fact, he was no longer wearing anything at all.
 
Hank turned back, quickly assessing his situation. He didn’t see anyone approaching him, but he knew exactly who was behind this. He turned back again to find his front door was now gone, replaced by a normal door as would separate any two rooms in a house, rather than the house from the outside.

Chikan Yōkai

Goro deftly glanced down at the young woman in front of him as she slid into position and grabbed the handrail. As the train started moving again, the crowd shifted, and her shapely ass grazed Goro’s crotch. Now that just wasn’t fair. She was definitely wearing her skirt too tight. The middle aged salaryman felt himself react, but in the crowded car, no one was likely to see.
 
He leaned forward just enough to catch a whiff of the woman’s perform, a flowery, womanly fragrance that set his pulse racing. God, these little tramps knew what they were doing. He couldn’t be blamed for his natural reactions, now could he? Not when they presented themselves with such allure. Almost without thinking, his hand snaked forward, and as the train rounded a bend, and the crowd shifted slightly, he cupped the young woman’s shapely ass. Just for a second, short enough that it could have been an accident. Maybe. The woman glanced back over her shoulder, and Goro was already staring out the window the window with a bored look, pretending he hadn’t even noticed her. He might have gotten away with it, even, if he hadn’t gotten cocky. Cupping her ass for a moment was one thing, but there was no mistaking the firm squeeze he’d given her tight butt.

Carli's Cocktease Caper

Carli came into the bathroom to the sight of Sera sobbing and Val comforting her. Carli blinked in surprise and hurried over to her friends, their request to meet her in such an odd place now clear. “What happened?”
 
Val looked up at her as she rubbed the crying girl’s back. “Sera tried asking out Donovan.”
 
Carli felt a pang of sympathy in her chest. “Oof. Didn’t go well?”
 
Sera looked up, tears streaking her mascara. “He said he didn’t date pigs!” She sniffled, trying to stop herself from sobbing more. “He said it right there in the hall! Everyone laughed! I was so embarrassed!”
 
Carli frowned and reached out to give her friend a hug. “Aw, hun. I’m so sorry.”

Alice TK - On The Beach

 The beach wasn’t exactly crowded, but Alice and Mike could only find one good spot to set up their stuff without being too far from the water, or being blocked by too many other couples. It was a nice, slightly more inclined spot.
 
Alice was hefting both her wooden beach chair and the large umbrella with much greater ease than a woman of her lithe build should have. Most people didn’t really seem to notice, or if they did, they didn’t comment. Mike, meanwhile, followed his wife while lugging a cooler and two towels. When they finally reached the spot, Alice planted the huge umbrella triumphantly in the sand. As she opened it up, she positioned it to form almost an half-tent to shade them from the sun.
 
Alice unfolded and positioned the heavy beach chair to one side. Mike set the bag behind the chair with a slight huff, and took the time to lay out one towel on the chair, and the other on the sand next to it. As he did so, the sand suddenly shifted beneath the towel to form a recliner shape.
 
“Thanks honey,” he said with a smile.

Naughty Husband

 “You know if we keep doing this, we're going to be late.”

 

“I'm not seeing the problem.”

 

“Come on, you know this event is important to me.”

 

“Ugh. I wish I tied you up before we started.”

 

“Haha. Much as I would have enjoyed that, there’s a reason I didn’t let you. Now hurry up. You have one minute to finish.”

 

I picked up the pace as I thrust into my wife. Within another forty seconds, her body tightened, and she let out long moan as she came. I wasn’t quite there yet myself but I was very close. I tried to beat the deadline, but my watchful wife was true to her word. Even as she shivered through the last part of her orgasm she kept an eye on the clock. As soon as that minute hand ticked over to 12, she pushed me away, leaving my cock wet and bobbing in the air.

 

“Hey! I wasn’t done!”

Lettie's Ex

The clock read 10 PM by the time I finally left the office. After fourteen hours of crunching numbers, all I wanted to do was sleep the whole weekend away. Maybe down a beer first, but probably just go right to sleep. Although I was a healthy, red-blooded young man, at that moment you could have plopped me in between two naked super-models, and I’d have probably just lay my head down on their tits like a pillow and conked right out. As it was, I closed my eyes and lay back as soon as I sat down in my car. A cat nap before taking off would probably be smart.
 
Some women, though, don’t care how tired you are. I happen to know one such woman, and she always picks the least convenient times to show up. As I sat in my car, resting my eyes, I was suddenly aware that someone else was in the vehicle. I hadn’t heard the door open. I hadn’t felt the car shift from someone stepping inside. I just had that feeling you get when you realize you’re not actually alone in an enclosed space.

You My Goddess

NOTE: This is based on an old vignette from 2009 by the same name. I felt would fit well in the setting, but ended up doing a total rewrite anyway.
 
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I should have known better than to mouth off at you, but I was just too frustrated. Ever since you gained your incredible powers, you seemed to have less and less time for me. We used to be friends with benefits, technically not exclusive, but neither of us had any other partners for whole two years.
 
That changed, of course, when you gained your new powers. The first time we had sex using your abilities, it was like a prolonged out-of-body experience. Neither of us had ever felt so much pleasure before. For three straight days, I helped you experiment with your powers, letting you use your endless sexual spells on me, fucking you and being fucked by you in ways even porn stars couldn’t imagine.

Glossary

For a quick reference, here are a list of common terms and phrases regarding the stories of the Omnyverse. Some of these terms may seem conflicting; mortals know very little about the Omnymphotents, and the Omnys do little to quell misinformation about themselves. As such, some terms known among mortals may be misleading, and there are some aspects to the setting that only the Omnys are aware of.

Appendicks: New Backstories

Author's Note: As with "The Spiral", this little segment was included in the second eBook to explain what the Omnys mortal lives had been in the new timeline, prior to their Ascensions. This is all covered in their profiles on the Cast Page, but are only briefly, if ever, referenced in the stories themselves. As such, I wrote this little summary as an appendix to the book. I figure while I'm posting the Spiral, I may as well post this, too, back-posted to fit the proper order as well, as new readers shouldn't be expected to have to read the cast page to jump into the story. 

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When reincarnating themselves into the new Omnyverse, the Omnys opted to first give themselves mortal lives, in order to give themselves a stronger sense of a fresh start. However, this is not a part of their lives the Omnys care to dwell upon. Likewise, their Author is not especially keen on writing a whole anthology novel covering their mortal backstories. For the sake of completion, however, their pre-Ascension lives in this new canon went as follows:

CYL

Cyl was born in Korea to Christian parents, and lived a stable, but dull life. She ended up becoming an unremarkable workaholic, grinding away at the office hours while dreaming of a more exciting lifestyle. Feeling pigeonholed in her career, and failing to find any long term romantic success, she had more or less resigned herself to a life of corporate drudgery. Romance and fantasy novels became her primary distractions, and small donations to charity helped her feel like she was doing some good in the world. She was never truly satisfied, however, but became too jaded with life to make a serious change.

Ascension has given her exactly the exciting life she always fantasized about: cosmic adventure and astonishing sex!

LETTIE

Lettie (short for Collette) was a sweet, fun-loving girl from a small Kentucky town, who certainly lived up to the phrase “town bicycle”. Although she grew up in a poor household, she had caring parents, and was easily able to make her own fun, letting her live a fairly carefree life. Perhaps a little too carefree.

Never settling down with any single boy or girl for long, she ran through the limited pickings in her hometown, until she managed to get into a local college with some meager savings from her parents and a student loan. She spent the school year partying much more than studying. Only her natural artistic talents and unparalleled cock-sucking skills kept her from failing her first semester, but her luck ran out by the end of her second.

After flunking out so terribly, she had a falling out with her parents, and the harsh realities of adult responsibilities suddenly bore down on her in a way she wasn’t prepared for. She ran away from home, falling in with a group of new-age hippies, and losing herself in further debauchery. Had things continued this way, Lettie would have eventually ended up a strung out druggie prostitute.

Fortunately for her, life’s harsher lessons never had time to kick in. She Ascended a mere month after running from home, and now nothing stands in the way of her endless hedonistic pursuits!

WHITNEY

Whitney spent most of her mortal life as a homeless girl living in the streets of Paris. She had once been part of France’s upper class, and some of her earliest memories were of her grandparent’s palatial estate. However, her father had squandered his wealth, and after a vicious falling out, had been disowned by his parents, leaving their family destitute. Shortly there after, her mother simply left them, and shortly after that, her father drank himself to death. By that point, her grandparents were out of reach, having moved to another country, and Whitney had no other family to fall back on.

Still, she refused to give up and die. She eventually turned to prostitution to survive, moving into a seedy brothel, where she allowed dangerous and desperate men to use her body however they saw fit. And if she didn’t satisfy the customer, she was beaten, and her cut of the pay reduced.

She never considered giving into suicide or turning to drugs, but she knew there was really no hope for her. Her only shot was to perhaps try, however low the odds, to win the heart of a rich, lonely man, and become his mistress or even just his live-in servant. It was a nice dream, at least, though she knew she would never again walk among the opulent abodes of the upper class.

Not until she Ascended, and obtained a wealth greater than all the hoards and finery on Earth: vast reality bending powers! Which, of course, she immediately put to use fashioning a luxurious lifestyle for herself, and enjoying the riches of eternal youth and sexual pleasures on her own terms!

SHADY

Shady (short for Shadia) was a young suburbanite from Georgia, who spent most of her well-off life, being bored, and stirring up trouble to relieve her ennui. Pulling pranks as a kid, sneaking out to parties as a teen, and being an overall brat with a smart mouth, she was always testing the patience of anyone in authority. And when it came to sex, nothing turned her on more than winding up boys, and sending them home blue balled!

Ascension for Shady was like being given the ultimate entertainment. Existence has now become an endless game to play, with so many new, hapless Playthings to enjoy! She’s now free to indulge her every desire, an humanity is just along for the ride!

DEVI

Devi grew up in a moderately wealthy family in India, becoming a fashion model, as well as doing some nude modeling. Despite coming from money and being a world-traveling supermodel, she felt stifled in her role. She liked the idea of being in the spotlight, of being admired for her beauty, but it was not until she met a few women who introduced her to the world of BDSM that she truly found something thrilling. She soon shifted careers, becoming a famous dominatrix porn star, working exclusively with lesbian actresses.

Unfortunately, her proud family considered this to be heinous, and disowned her as their daughter. Devi didn’t care, having more than enough money to support herself, and continuing to be successful in the industry, well into her thirties. Unfortunately, her popularity began to wane, as age took an undeniable toll on her looks, and the internet bolstered the competition for adult entertainment to a ludicrous degree. Devi had enough money to be set for life; it was the worship she desired, and for the first time in a decade, she began to feel unsatisfied as her popularity dwindled. She retired from the industry, only to find that for all she had been cultivating professional connections, the friends she used to do shoots with no longer had much use for her. She was rich, but alone.

Had things continued, she likely would have spiraled into an alcohol-fueled depression that it’s debatable she could have recovered from. Thankfully, before things could actually get dark for her, she Ascended. Now, with her beauty not only restored but further enhanced, and the power of a Goddess at her fingertips, Devi can command the adoration of all who behold her! Better still, if the mortals blessed by her presence are beautiful women she can lead down the Sapphic path.

MEGAN/DOMINA

Megan was a plain-looking, nerdy girl from Illinois, who lived a rough life at home, with an alcoholic mother and verbally abusive father. A couple years before, her only brother had been killed in a car accident. Her brother had been shitty to her for most of their childhood, but his death had only made their parents worse.

Her social life was no different; underconfident and shy, Megan had no real friends. Her only real solace was video games, anime, and comics, until she eventually discovered hentai games. Her geeky interests quickly descended into a porn and masturbation addiction, favoring the sparse stories of supernaturally powerful women, redheads in particular, dominating and using men for their own pleasure.

Despite her surging sex drive, her lack of social skills and good looks meant she couldn’t even seduce the thirstiest boys at her school, which turned into a self-directed bitterness and a bit of misandry from being so thoroughly overlooked by the boys at her school. This only strengthened her feelings of isolation, and she became as close to a shut-in as she could while still attending classes and having to deal with her parents’ attitudes.

When she Ascended, it was a whole new lease on life. Now free to satiate her rampant lusts, and bring her favorite fantastical worlds to life, Megan is determined to live her life on her own terms. To this end, she has once again transformed herself into the beautiful and wicked goddess Domina, unleashing her apocalyptic sadism upon her personal worlds.

Afterlewd: Re-Awakening

NOTE: This story is a follow-up to Metafucktional Miracle. Please read that first.

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Her eyes snapped open and with a gasp, she emerged into the world. She found herself on a large bed in a modest apartment in the suburbs. Her eyes flared a brilliant gold and her hair shifted to silver-white as an ineffable energy and savage arousal surged through her being. She was overcome with a sudden intuition that made her aware of… everything.

 

But following up on that intuition would have to wait. She had to take care of herself, right now, and she had to do it without causing a massive disruption to the world around her. With a thought, she froze the universe around her, and began to frantically masturbate! She could feel the cosmic power roiling in her being as inhuman pleasures bloomed in her core. She couldn’t think, couldn’t parse the flow of information, could only feel, writhing and moaning in divine ecstasy. The world around her remained unaware of the Goddess’s rapturous awakening.

Metafucktional Miracle

 NOTE: What follows is a largely self-indulgent, meta-fictional tale that’s both a semi-joking way for me to process my own writing struggles, and a desperate attempt to break down the mountain of writer’s block that all-too-frequently consumes me.

This story is also intended to be the official fresh re-start of my Omnymphotents story setting as a whole. Prior to this, I had written a dozen or so loosely connected shorts and articles detailing various aspects of the setting and introducing an assortment of characters. However, as I am want to do, I kept being very indecisive as to where I wanted to go with the concept. While I had always wanted it to be a silly, fun series overall, the more I found myself taking it seriously as a story project, the more I got hung-up on "doing it right."

And so, this story was born, as a way to force myself to "just do it." As such, if you are new to this series, and my stories as a whole, there's going to be some confusing references and out of leftfield moments. Don't worry about it. There is still plenty of hot magical femdom in here, so if you hate all the meta-humor nonsense, or don’t get the references, just skip past all that to get to the good parts, like any sensible erotica reader does. :V

Prelewd Comic: Cyl Steps In

 This comic takes place between the Prelewd and Chapter One of Metafucktional Miracle, and after Shady Bullies Sal. Made with Koikatsu.