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
SCENE: We start in Palatial Skies, a world of little islands floating in an endless firmament. Cyl assembles a meeting of the Five to discuss the future of the Omnymphotents as an erotica project. Apparently we’re going full meta with this one. How exciting. They gather together in Cyl’s “bedroom”, an exotic garden island with a large central pergola, under which is a huge circular bed upon which the Five gather.
Cyl: Okay, girls, huddle up.
Lettie: Ooh, are we having another Omny orgy?
Whitney: Let’s be careful not to collapse another dimension this time.
Cyl: I don’t think we’re supposed to be that powerful anymore?
Whitney: Oh, did we get adjusted again?
Lettie: Good grief. Can’t he make up his mind?
Cyl: Well, that’s what this meeting is about. It seems our author is all in a tizzy again.
Lettie: Good grief, good grief.
Whitney: Well, what is it this time?
Shady: Is he still on the origin problem?
Cyl: Seems he wants to make us “official” and maybe do more with us as far as, like, a real series, and not just a bunch of haphazard vignettes. Which would be great, except, well...
Devi: Except we all know how his plans go. He gets all worked up to achieve some long-form project, and then he drives himself crazy trying to work it out, then quits in a rage, then comes back months later lamenting that he never did anything. Rinse, repeat.
Lettie: We sure have a frustrating author.
Shady: He just needs to do what other authors do.
Whitney: Learn self-discipline and dedicate himself to writing every day?
Shady: Start drinking.
Cyl: I somehow don’t foresee that working out for any of us.
Shady: I was kidding, but at this point, I’m up for whatever.
Temael: Well, whatever he decides to do, I hope I can still be a part of it.
Omnys: ...
Cyl: Get out of here, you! This is Omny business!
Temael: I just want to be involved! He never actually writes me into anything! [sobs]
Dellissa: And what about me? You guys are basically usurping my whole gig!
Jahi: I also feel like I should intrude on this conversation.
Cyl: No! Out! Everybody else out!
Dellissa: I’m calling shenanigans on you! Shenanigans!
Cyl: Look, we’ll call you later and work something out, okay? But right now, we have to sort our own series out first!
Jahi: Yeah, good luck with that, bitch.
Cyl: OUT! [sighs] This is exactly the problem! Sal keeps trying to start fresh, and then keeps retroactively forcing connections to his previous work, and that brings all that stuff’s baggage back in, and distracts from the whatever project he’s currently working on! And right now, the “current project” is us!
Shady: He’s a fuckin’ comic book nerd, he can’t help it. Everything’s gotta be a whole shared cinematic universe with those guys.
Whitney: Yes, well, look where it got the Sex Mage World. A huge backlog of lore and confusing world building that keeps derailing his focus, because he won’t commit to one idea.
Devi: Nobody reads the Sex Mage World, or us, for the lore or adventure. They read for the sex scenes and sometimes to be charmed by some of the characters.
Shady: “Charmed.” Right.
Lettie: Hey, they don’t get more charming than us!
Whitney: The thing is, his best stories focus on the more down to Earth side of things, the engaging character interactions, the visceral eroticism, regardless of whatever setting or lore he is using at the time. With us, though, we are the setting and lore, as much as we are the characters.
Cyl: Hmm, that’s a fair point. Being entities of cosmic significance, it’s hard for him to do anything down to Earth with us, without him feeling like he has to over-justify everything. Why are we so obsessed with having sex with mortals, while making sure Earth stays as mundane as possible, despite having the power to create multiverses and manipulate time and explore planes of existence beyond human comprehension?
Lettie: Because it’s fun.
Cyl: Tell him that.
Lettie: Hey, Sal! We do it because it’s fun! It really doesn’t have to be more complicated than that!
Whitney: Wait, can we interact with him now? Is that something we’ve established?
Shady: Might as well start!
Cyl: You have an idea, Shady?
Shady: Just watch. I’ll have him working his keyboard more frantically than he works his cock!
END SCENE
PRELEWD COMICS
In an effort to work through his frustrations, Salamando tinkers with a 3D Poser program to make some short comics where he is confronted by Shady, and then later Cyl, who each try to help him work out his writing problems. It’s all rather embarrassing, really.
But a small part of him also thinks he’s very clever for finding a way to factor them into the meta-narrative. After all, “the Omnymphotents” was an experiment in pushing the creative limits of his erotic concepts. Why not lean into it?
Of course, he can’t dump all those images in a single post in the middle of this story, so he’ll just have to hyperlink to them. But hey, that’s the advantage of internet publishing!
Once he starts typing again, Sal decides to just roll the dice and throw down the first scene he thinks of, and see where it takes him…
OMNYMPHOTENT ORIGINS
by SalamandoCHAPTER ONE
Megan tightly gripped the edge of the desk as she drove her fingers deep into herself. Her breath came heavy as her fluids stained the towel she was sitting on. She stared at the screen, almost glassy eyed as she watched the looping animation of a red-haired woman ruining a man’s orgasm over and over. The poor helpless boy, bound neck to ankles in plastic wrap, could do nothing as the woman stroked him right to the edge, then let go at the last second, causing the man to shudder and whimper as cum impotently dripped from the tip. The woman in the clip laughed at his suffering, and Megan bit her lip and clapped a hand over her mouth, covering a little squeal as she came to the sight!
Her third orgasm this session, and she still wasn’t done. She’d started by re-reading a few smutty comics, playing with her clit while she read, working herself up and pausing to stall her release. She usually edged herself as long as possible to enhance her climax, but she was a randy young woman; this time she only managed to get halfway through the second issue before she lost it!
She’d switched to a slide show of images until she came again, then watched a series of short video clips until she came again. But it still wasn’t enough; something had her wound up tight tonight! She decided to go back and pick up where she left off on the comic, as she continued to rub her slick pussy.
The comic in question was her favorite, The Erotic Adventures of Magic Lina. To Megan, Lina was the ultimate expression of her own sexual desires. A powerful, beautiful sorceress with unstoppable magic, Lina would use a variety of psychic and flesh-controlling spells to relentlessly dominate men. She would flood their minds with inhuman levels of arousal and a non-stop stream of erotic fantasies, then manipulate their bodies to experience extreme sexual pleasure, but deny them any relief! The poor helpless men would writhe in sensual agony, dying to cum, unable to think, willing to do anything to please their goddess. And Lina would laugh and use them for her own pleasure, experiencing orgasm after orgasm while she used the helpless men like living fuck dolls, keeping them painfully denied!
Unfortunately, only a few of those comics had been made. To compensate, Megan had collected a large gallery of real and drawn images and clips of redheads dominating helpless men, imagining they were all part of Lina’s further adventures. There wasn’t nearly enough of them, but she made do.
There was just something about powerful, dominating redheads that revved Megan’s motor like no other. She herself was an unremarkable, nerdy-looking girl, always overlooked by the guys in her class. Even the virginal nerds she hung out with in high school drooled over the cheerleaders instead of noticing that she was right there. Of course, if she’d had a single scrap of courage to even suggest she was interested in the boys, maybe they’d have given her a chance, but…
But she knew most guys wanted supermodels. And they wanted to dominate supermodels. Meek, plain-looking little Megan had always fantasized about taking charge in the bedroom, of groping guys with impunity, of tying them up and making them plead. It wasn’t that she hated men or anything, but the thought of them groveling at her feet, of using them for her pleasure, that got her hotter than she could even believe! She didn’t even know where these desires came from, but as she grew into a young woman, the fantasies grew more and more compelling!
Okay, so maybe she was a little bit bitter that the guys never noticed her. But could she blame them when, whenever she had the chance to put herself out there, she just choked instead? In her room, with her porn and her wandering hands, she could dream all day long of being like Magic Lina, an irresistibly gorgeous woman who could wrap any man around her finger even before she started using her powers! Or, if she didn’t have the beauty, if she had Lina’s powers, she could just think at guys to have them on their knees with blue balls, until they’d finally notice her. And if she could have had both—
Megan squealed into her hand again, bucking in her seat hard enough she nearly fell off it! She hadn’t even made it to the end of the second comic as she fantasized about being in Lina’s place. She was on a hair-trigger tonight! She shuddered through her fourth climax, and still wanted to keep going. She slid her fingers back out and started running the slick digits slowly over her still-throbbing clit, collecting herself without fully cooling off. She reached to find another video to work herself up to—
And then there was a loud banging on the door. “MEGAN! I called you three times! Dinner’s ready!”
She nearly fell off her seat, letting out a little yelp. “S-sorry! I had my headphones on!” That was true, but they hadn’t been that loud. She’d just been too wrapped up in the moment.
“I am going to confiscate those fucking headphones!” her father hollered back. However, he didn’t burst into the room like last time, thank god. She’d managed to hide her lewd activities so far, but she’d come close to getting caught half a dozen times now.
She sighed, shut down her computer, and hastily pulled her clothes on. She quickly ducked into the bathroom down the hall and cleaned up, splashing some cold water on her face to cool down her flushed skin. She took an extra long look at her features in the mirror as she composed herself, letting reality crash back down on her.
Short. Skinny. Barely-there breasts. Dull-brown hair in a mess of unkempt curls. An ass flatter than half the boys she knew. A nose slightly too large for her face. A scar along her lip from when she’d been attacked by a dog. A small, but noticeable, blotch of acne on her left cheek. Horn-rimmed glasses that were a bit too large for her face, but she couldn’t afford anything but the shittiest frames.
God, why did she have to be such an ugly, hopeless wreck? She could, at best, be considered nerd cute if one were being exceptionally generous. Granted, there were much uglier girls out there, but even the average looking girls drew more eyes than she ever did.
It wasn’t fair. She was a girl with a sex drive stronger than most boys she knew, but she had neither the body to catch their attention, nor the social skills to seduce them into her grasp. Even now, she dreamed of being able to snare one of the cute boys from college and lead him to her bedroom and convince him with kisses and teases to let her tie him up and then...
“Get down here, or you can forget dinner entirely!” came the ear-piercing shriek of her mother.
Megan flinched, splashed a bit more water on her face, and scurried downstairs. Her mom was chugging another beer, already looking tipsy, while her father slopped mashed potatoes on his plate with a perpetual scowl. He’d probably had a bad day, and would be hitting the bong right after dinner. If her mom was already getting twisted, Megan would have to clean up the dishes, or she’d get an earful in the morning.
“‘Bout time,” her mom said, voice slightly slurred. “The hell were you doin’ in there, playing your games again?”
“Yeah. Games,” Megan mumbled as she grabbed her food. That was usually true. If she wasn’t rubbing herself off to porn, she was usually playing Minecraft or the Sims or World of Warcraft, or reading manga or visual novels. Of course, visual novels had been how she’d discovered some of the seedier sides of entertainment, and now most of what she read was either outright smutty, or at least excessively fan servicey.
She wondered if the guy who made the Magic Lina comics would ever make a Magic Lina visual novel. It’d be a lot of fun playing the magical dominatrix of her dreams, the closest she’d probably get to do the things she fantasized about.
She squeezed her thighs together. She shouldn’t have gotten herself so worked up right before dinner, should have known she’d get interrupted. She’d just have to tough it out until she could get to her computer again.
God, look at her. She judged her folks for having their own addictions, but she was just as bad.
“Somethin’ got you all hot and bothered?” her mom said with a smirk.
Megan flinched. “Uh, what? N-no.” She panicked for a moment. Did her mom know about her filthy habit? Or did she just use that phrase coincidentally.
“You’re actin’ skittish,” her father said, glowering at her. “What were you really doing up there?”
“Playin’ games, like you said.”
“What kinda games? You better not be doin’ any of that perverted roleplay shit with strange guys.”
Megan flushed. “I wasn’t!”
“Uh-huh. And that’s why you took so long in the bathroom?”
“I had to pee!”
“Didn’t go before.”
Her mom made a dismissive wave at him. “Oh, lay off her, Mick. She wants to be a slut and send nudes, it’s her life.”
“I don’t do that!” said Megan, stamping her foot on the floor. “And even if I did, what do you care? I’m nineteen!”
Her father slammed his hand on the table. “So long as you live under my roof, you don’t even think about pulling that shit! I don’t need you leading some wackjob dude over here to do god knows what!”
“I’m NOT sending nudes!”
“Give me your phone.”
“Fuck you!”
“Give it!”
She angrily pulled out her phone and threw it at him. As if it were even good for that sort of thing anyway. It was a flip phone with a camera so shitty, even a close up pic of her tits would look like a vague skin-toned blob.
He snatched the phone out of the air with surprising deftness. He flipped it open and scrolled through the gallery of pictures. There weren’t any images to see. He opened her texts and skimmed them. The only messages were between her and her folks, if she needed a ride, or adding to the grocery list.
He scowled and tossed the phone back at her. She was too pissed to grab it and let it fall into her lap. Bossy, demanding asshole. He’d always been a blowhard. She wasn’t sure why he’d gotten so heated on this topic lately. Maybe the fact that she was in college now, and still hadn’t moved out, and he “knew what college kids were like”. Well, it wasn’t like she could afford to even move to the dorms.
They ate in silence, and when she was done, she quickly cleaned her own dishes, and left her folks to their own devices, sequestering herself back into her room. A few minutes later, she heard them fucking in their room downstairs. Her mom often threw herself at her dad when she got drunk, and he took his anger out on her by plowing her good and hard.
Megan sighed, and put her headphones on again, using music to block out their lewd noises. She considered picking up where she left off, but her mood was ruined, and it felt gross masturbating while her parents were loudly having sex.
Instead, she started up a game to play, but found it hard to focus, and got frustrated at her lack of progress. With an exasperated sigh, she waited until her parents were done with each other, and she went to bed grumpy and unsatisfied, but too irritated to get back in the mood.
INTERLEWD
SCENE: In a large sitting room in Whitney’s Mansion Labyrinth, the Five observe Sal’s latest story, watching it in the form of a movie on Whitney’s home theater system.
Shady: Really? He’s going with Megan? Not one of us?
Cyl: Fresh start. Keep it simple. No alternate timelines or cosmic battles or Sex Magic gestalt singularities. Just a horny, frustrated girl who somehow becomes one of us.
Lettie: I think he should have started with you, Cyl. Wasn’t that his plan? You’re the leader, after all!
Cyl: Too much baggage, I guess. I don’t mind, as long as we still have a place in future stories.
Whitney: I don’t see why not. And really, nothing he wrote before actually contradicts anything so far.
Shady: Wait for it.
Devi: Hush, he’s starting again.
END SCENE
CHAPTER TWO
When she woke up that morning, Megan knew two things. One, she was suddenly omnipotent, and two, she was hornier than she’d ever been before in her life! Ripping the blankets off herself, she immediately started masturbating, gasping as just the first touch of her fingertips to her throbbing, stiff clit made her shudder with intense pleasure!
Her own hand had never felt this good before! In fact, her whole body felt sensitive beyond belief! She could feel every fiber of thread in the sheets beneath her, and it tickled her skin in such a sensual way as she writhed atop them. It was as if her entire body had become one large erogenous zone! In mere seconds, she bucked in a powerful orgasm!
And yet it still wasn’t enough! She needed someone else here, she needed SEX! No amount of self-pleasure would satisfy, she needed the touch of a man! No, not even a man would do. When she’d gone to bed last night, she’d been a normal, shy virgin; now, she was a goddess who would settle for nothing less than a full orgy!
And as she craved it, reality bent itself to meet her needs. From thin air appeared four large, muscular men with huge erect cocks ready to serve her. They were not any particular man she knew or imagined, all appeared as the same, utterly generic representation of ideal masculine physique. But the details didn’t matter. She needed them inside her, NOW!
Immediately, the moved to obey, and yet, they struggled to pull her hands away from herself. She couldn’t let go! She rubbed her clitoris frantically, even as she desperately drove all four fingers of her other hand deep inside, trying to strike her g-spot. Despite her need for them, she was so turbo charged with arousal, she couldn’t bare to stop the stimulation for even a moment. The four men, each easily twice her size in sheer body mass, struggled in vain to pull her arms away so they could service her as she desired. But they couldn’t budge her an inch!
Finally, one of the men managed to hold her still by the shoulders and position his cock before her mouth. She greedily bent her head back to receive him, her jaw extending to accommodate his girth. As soon as she imbibed the head, she squealed in delight; she felt sensual pleasure in her mouth, as though it could now receive stimulation like a second pussy, her tongue like another clit. She moaned deeply as the man thrust his enormous member into her mouth, and down her throat. She accommodated him easily and eagerly.
With her mouth receiving pleasure, she finally managed enough self-control to let go of her crotch, and let the men she’d created fulfill their purpose. A second man lifted her shaking legs and wasted no time in penetrating her, pushing his monster cock as deep as he could. Her juices already ran free, soaking her thighs and the bed below, and the man’s huge cock slid in easily.
Two other men began caressing her body as their fellows spit-roasted her with their cocks. They suckled and caressed her breasts, even as they stroked and rubbed her ass and back. Their every touch sent electric surges of pleasure through her body, even as the two cocks sent hard bolts of pleasure with every thrust.
She came. She came and came and came and came, one climax barely finishing before the next fired off. She squealed and thrashed in the grip of her imaginary men. The strong, masculine constructs didn’t cum, existing only to serve her own pleasures, unequipped to feel pleasure of their own save to gladly give it to their creator. They did not mind; this was their purpose. Touching her was all they needed or wanted to exist.
It was still masturbation, really. The men were just extensions of her will, moving as she wanted, touching as she wanted, pleasing her in ways no mortal man would know how on a first fuck. Still, it was far better than her mere hands. The heat inside her never seemed to end. On and on and on and on, she fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked, unable to think, only able to feel, and frantically work to calm this insatiable need.
At some point, it occurred to her that hours must have already passed, and half the neighborhood must have heard her cries of passion. But as soon as she wondered that, she immediately intuited that it wasn’t a problem. Perhaps by some instinct, her power had already disconnected her from the flow of time. The universe was frozen around her in one indefinite moment, with only herself and her man-toys still able to move. Thus, she was allowed to experience her pleasure with no possible way for the outer world to interrupt her, or for her inhuman shrieks of divine pleasure to bring the whole town to investigate.
Three weeks passed in that single moment, before finally, after countless climaxes, the fever of lust broke, and she was able to come to her senses. She made the men ease their motions slowly, soothingly letting her down, then holding her shivering form as her thoughts managed to coalesce back into a semblance of sapience.
Finally, with a long, calming breath, she composed herself, and wished away the evidence of her frenzied, masturbatory orgy. The men vanished. The bed and her body were cleaned and dried. The flow of time resumed. And Megan took a moment to process that she was now one of the most powerful women in the universe.
There was surprisingly little to ponder over. Last night, she’d been a mortal woman, perfectly ordinary. This morning, she was a Goddess. She could do anything. Be anything. There was no questioning it, no spending the next few weeks in flabbergasted denial and hesitant testing. She just knew it was so, could feel the essence of the universe ready and willing to bend to her desires.
She found it interesting that she still had desires. Despite her weeks-long masturbation session, she felt the burning impulse of her libido still simmering at the back of her mind. She was calm for now, but she knew she would need to address that need again soon.
Funny, she’d always been a horny girl, but she would have assumed a being of her newfound power would be far more interested in concerns beyond the flesh. Not so, it seemed. It was almost as if her libido had risen in tandem with her new cosmic status. She intuited that it would probably take a couple of subjective years of frequent frantic fucking before she’d finally get settled with her new being, and be able to focus much on anything else. But even after that, the desire for sex would remain strong. She supposed she didn’t mind that at all, if the frenzied orgy she’d just experienced was only the beginning of her possible sexcapades!
Megan stood up from the bed and took a deep breath, mostly out of habit. All things considered, she didn’t really feel that much different from before. That is to say, she still felt like a human being, in a human body. But she felt “better.” Not a hint of tiredness, no morning stiffness, no aches, no slight stuffiness from allergies. Her vision was now perfect, making her glasses unnecessary. She put them on anyway, out of habit, and the lenses adjusted themselves to just be cosmetic. She went to the full-length mirror and glanced herself over. Same body as before, reedy, short, tiny breasts, bad hair. However, already, she noticed some subtle differences.
Her hair was now a richer shade of brown, and on a second look, her curls were no longer so frizzy and tangle-prone. Rather, they were more wavy and flowing. Her skin was rid of all blemishes; the acne was gone, as was the small scar on her lip, as well as the mole on her side, and the blotch of red on her knee from an old burn. She was also perfectly shaved, despite being a couple days behind on that. Aside from a neatly trimmed tuft of pubic hair, she was smooth from neck to toes. She also felt fresh-from-the shower clean, for that matter.
Even the glasses, when they’d adjusted to be cosmetic, were now a new pair that better framed her face. She found she now liked the way they looked on her. All in all, no obvious changes to anyone who wouldn’t know to look, but already, if she had been a 4 on most guys scales, she might be up to a 5 now.
No reason to stay so low, though. Among her many new powers, she knew she could change her form. A supermodel body unmatchable by any other woman on Earth was easily within her means. The kind of body that would give almost any man a raging boner just to look at, that would make even a considerable number of women wet. Not just a matter of looks, but a palpable sense of sheer sexual presence that would leave people quaking with lust in her wake.
Megan paused as she ruminated on a new form. Glancing herself over in the mirror, she felt a bit of hesitation. Sure, she could change herself, to be someone entirely new, but… she could do that at any time, couldn’t she? Nothing wrong with staying a bit more true to herself.
Okay, maybe a tiny bit of adjustment. Shrink her nose down just a bit. Shift her eyes from dull brown to a rich hazel. Whiten her teeth and make sure they were perfectly straight. Give a nice swell to her breasts and hips, not jaw-droppingly different, but enough that she had a tits and ass to notice. Make herself a couple inches taller.
Yeah. That looked good. It was unmistakably still her, but more likely to make the guys at college take notice, if she decided to dress more provocatively. A nice “nerd cute” look that could quickly go to “nerd hot” with the right outfit.
She chewed her lip and felt the warmth in her core, still simmering inside her. Did she want to attract a bunch of college boys? If she didn’t count the imaginary men who’d just spent weeks gangbanging her, she was technically still a virgin. Sneaking into a drunken frat party and taking her pick of studs would be no problem now.
That sounded nice, but maybe she should actually assess her situation more, while she was still relatively cooled off. Perhaps, instead of immediately gallivanting off to go on a fuckfest, she should give herself some time to really ruminate on what to do next.
Actually, there was one thing she should probably get out of the way first. Something had to have made her what she was. Young women didn’t just become omnipotent out of nowhere, and pondering the question didn’t draw any immediate intuitions. Which was strange, because when she wondered if there was life elsewhere in the universe, or how old the universe was, or what the eventual fate of the solar system was, she was immediately given the answers by her newly expanded awareness. And these answers were all very interesting, but were things she’d have time to follow up on after she’d wrung this initial surge of divine arousal out of her system. And yet, when she wondered how it was she was now all-powerful, she came up blank.
Well, there were other ways to check. She thought back to when she went to bed just last night. She extended her newly expanded perceptions to gaze backwards through time. Like floating window, an opening appeared in the air before her, giving her a view of her own bedroom, showing her past self asleep in her bed. She mentally sped through the “footage”, trying to pin-point the moment in which she became omnipotent.
She was startled when she saw the answer, but she supposed it made a weird sort of sense. It was ridiculous, almost reductive in how stupidly simple it was. And yet, given what she now was, “ridiculous” was just the beginning of her purview. She was omnipotent. She could do anything. And that included granting power to others.
Including her past self. She watched, fascinated, as she saw herself appear next to her sleeping form. This doppelganger looked up at her, right through the window of time, grinned, and winked at her present self. Then she waved her hand over the bed and vanished right after, right as her sleeping self suddenly jerked awake, ripped off her bed sheets, and spent three weeks getting fucked by imaginary men in a moment of frozen time.
Megan laughed and closed the window into the past. Then, with a thought, she did exactly what she’d just seen. She sent herself back in time to the moment she had observed. In the dark of her bedroom, she saw her sleeping form, and saw the time window her less-than-a-minute-ago self had made. She grinned and winked at her past self, then waved her hand over her sleeping mortal form, and willed her past self to be as powerful as she was now.
Along with the power, she willed her past self to know all about her powers and how to use them perfectly. And just for fun, she gave her own libido a huge spike in intensity. Her ascension deserved a rapturous awakening, after all. And to make sure that awakening was uninterrupted, she froze time so her past self could enjoy it. Then, she returned to the future, her present, to the moment after she left, completing the little time-loop of self-empowerment.
Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. She was now all-powerful because she’d used her newfound power to go back in time and make herself all-powerful. This was by far the stupidest premise to any comic, manga, video game, TV show, or anime she’d ever heard. At least those stories had the decency to tease out the mystery of the power for the length of the work. But it seemed whatever mad author had decided to facilitate this blessing couldn’t be bothered to slog through all the tedium.
Well, that suited her just fine. She glanced at her mirror again, and thought over her appearance. She settled on her usual tee-shirt, hoodie, jeans, and sneakers. Yes, best to start simple. She wasn’t quite sure what she wanted to do with herself yet. Perhaps another person would have immediately set out on a quest to uncover the secrets of the universe, but she had all eternity to do that, and the answers would come easy if she wanted them to. Someone else might have opted to immediately start fixing all the world’s problems, but she didn’t particularly feel like she owed the world anything right now.
No, the only thing she wanted to do was to have some simple fun with her new powers. Maybe just take a nice walk around town and see how things played out.
INTERLEWD
SCENE: The Omnys are still watching the movie version of Sal’s story, although now they’ve started to cuddle and caress each other as they watch the sex scenes.
Devi: Wow. He really, actually went with that origin for the powers.
Lettie: I think it’s clever!
Whitney: It is pretty funny. And it frees us from any other past-connection obligations.
Shady: If that’s how we do it now, then maybe we can avoid getting obliterated by Temael this time around.
Cyl: That would be nice. I wouldn’t rule out some kind of encounter happening, though.
Lettie: Hey, he’s still going! Man, you two got him on a roll!
Shady: Hell yeah we did!
END SCENE
CHAPTER THREE
Megan first went downstairs and was reminded that she did, in fact, still presently live with her parents. Her mother was passed out on the couch, several empty bottles indicating she’d drunk herself to sleep again. Her father wasn’t in the same room, but had gone to bed and left his wife half-naked on the couch. He hadn’t even bothered to put a blanket over her.
He had also left his bong on the coffee table, and the room reeked of pot smoke as much as sex. The second hand scent of weed used to give Megan a tiny tension headache, which was another reason she stayed in her room so much, to avoid the smell when he father took his hits. Now, however, she wasn’t phased in the slightest.
It was easy now for Megan to see why her parents were such wrecks. A glance through their memories told her everything. Used and abused throughout their childhoods, growing up dirt poor in shitty homes with asshole families. It had motivated them to escape their respective ghettos, but so many years in the grind of work to take care of their two kids had burned them out. Then her brother had gotten killed in a car wreck three years ago. Mom and Dad had broke down and fallen back on their addictions, and shy Megan had just holed up in her room, not wanting to deal with it all. Books and video games and eventually porn became her own vice to hide from the world, even as her Mom drowned her anxieties with booze, and her father used weed to keep himself from going postal at least twice a week.
Megan contemplated this situation. She wasn’t ashamed to say she was glad the little snot of a brother was out of her life, but it’s not like she had wanted him dead. As for her parents, well, they’d made sure she was fed and clothed and had a roof over her head, and didn’t let her drop out of school. Sure, her Mom slapped her around a bit when she really got on a bender, and Dad always blew her off when she tried to talk to him about her problems, but she supposed there were worse families out there.
She wasn’t really coming back here anyway, was she? No, she already knew she didn’t want to be here. She was a Goddess now. She could be wherever she wanted. And she didn’t have to worry about leaving behind a mess.
The solution was obvious. With a thought, she rewound history so that instead of her brother, she was the one who had died three years ago, as far as anybody knew. Her own room shifted from a teen girls room to a younger teen boy’s. Her brother appeared, alive in his bed, with three years of experiences etching themselves into his mind, and retroactively applying to reality. He hadn’t made that much of an impact on the timeline, so the adjustments weren’t exactly drastic. At most, their parents and his friends’ histories now aligned with having him still in their lives.
Next, she erased herself from the past three years. Everyone knew now that she had been the one to go. Being a virtual hermit when she wasn’t at school, there wasn’t much to adjust. It’s not like she’d been a notable presence even among the other social outcasts in school, and she’d made no new friends in college so far.
There, with that done, she had now freed herself from her family. All things considered, she wasn’t going to miss them. Maybe she’d peek back in on them from time to time. If she really wanted to, she might visit them again while refitting herself as a different relative. Whatever.
She was about to step out, when she took another final glance at her mom. For a moment, despite what she told herself, she felt a pang of guilt. She also felt a pang of disdain, seeing the state of her parents. But it was hard to blame them, knowing what she knew about them now. Not just hearing it, but seeing it in their minds.
A pettier girl might have still done something to punish them for their shitty behavior. A saintly girl might have done something drastic to help them, bending reality to have ensured they had had much better lives than what they’d lived.
Megan just wanted to be done with them, and let them work their own shit out. Still, one little boon was perhaps owed to them for them creating her. With a thought, she banished her parent’s addictions from their minds. No more booze, no more weed. They wouldn’t need it. They’d have gotten over the loss of their daughter by now, and could clean up their acts. As for her newly resurrected brother, it seemed three extra years of life had already matured him enough to cool his bad attitude from before. Maybe, with the worst of their habits out of the way, they stood a chance to improve their lot if they really worked at it.
Alright, that settled that. That was the last bit of sentimental weakness she was ever going to indulge. A Goddess should no longer concern herself with mortal worries. It was time to go have some fun.
Megan stepped out of the house and decided meandering over to her college was as good a place as any to start. Maybe she’d pick up a few of those studs she’d fantasized about tying up and having her way with. As she thought about the possibilities, she felt a swell of heat in her core.
Right at that moment, a car passed by, and suddenly swerved as it got near her. She glanced towards the vehicle, as the driver straightened out and kept going. Unbound by physical limitations, she was able to see what had happened. The driver was a man in his thirties, and in the moment he passed her, he suddenly popped the most painfully hard boner of his life! For a moment, the thought had flashed through his head that he had wanted nothing more than to pull over, grab her, throw her to the ground, then fuck her brains out like a maniac!
She realized her feelings of arousal had unconsciously radiated from her body like a psychic signal, alerting anyone nearby that she was primed to fuck, and prepping their body for her. Only the momentum of the car had kept him going past her immediate presence, fast enough to snap him out of the moment before it set in fully.
But his cock was still raging hard, and sensing it throb made Megan’s pussy moist. Well, she hadn’t expected an opportunity to pop up right as she left the house, but hey, no time like the present. The man was good-looking enough, but given she was now a Goddess, it’s not like any mortal man was worthy to take her virginity. So she may as well lose it with whoever was available.
As she watched the man speed away, she wondered why he seemed so shook to have suddenly felt such a strong erotic impulse about her. She searched his thoughts. Aha! Married. Couldn’t let himself be tempted.
Too bad.
Megan teleported into his car, right on his lap, minus her clothes. The man, whose name was Hank, let out a yelp as her lithe figure was now in his arms, blocking his view of the road. He jerked the wheel and slammed on the brakes, and came to a screeching stop in the middle of the road. Momentum carried his face into her chest, smooshing him against her modestly enhanced breasts.
Hank pushed himself back, foot still jammed onto the brake, and gawked up at the naked teenager. Megan smiled down at him, and he let out a gasp as his cock surged harder than it ever had in his life!
“Like what you see?” said Megan, smiling roguishly.
“Uh... uh... I... uh...” he started huffing and shaking, and let out a groan as his cock tingled with pleasure. The way she was sitting, her bare pussy pressed against the bulge in his slacks. She pushed herself forward against him, sighing as she felt the heat of him against her throbbing clit.
He let out an animal cry, eyes rolling back, mouth agape, and he CAME, harder than he ever had in his life! Megan frowned and watched him buck and twist and mew underneath her. She hadn’t even done anything yet!
Except, of course, pop naked into this man’s car with a desire to fool around. She inspected his body, and could tell that just being near her, much less touching her, seemed to pump raw, uncut arousal into his mortal form. Arousal so intense it made his mind go blank, and made his body so sensitive, just the thought of sex would make him pop off!
Very interesting. Megan willed this “Lust Aura” she was projecting down until poor Hank could think and breathe again. He still twitched beneath her and looked at her with stunned awe.
She opened her mouth to speak, but there was a sudden honking behind them. She glanced up to see a couple of cars had come to a stop behind Hank’s, and one going the opposite way had pulled over when the driver saw what was happening.
There was a knock on the window. A pedestrian, a middle-aged woman named Fran, was looking at her. Her expression had started off furious, but as she scoped out Megan’s form, her face went flush with inexplicable arousal.
With a thought, Megan shifted Hank’s car so it was parked on the side of the road. The massive jizz puddle in his pants vanished, and Hank himself was left addled, still shaking off the aftershocks of his climax. Megan now stood in the middle of the street, naked before a growing audience of on-lookers.
The woman, Fran, swallowed hard and shook her head vigorously to try and clear her fluster. She and the other drivers were blinking in shock at her nude form, any thought towards the vanishing car evaporating as arousal surged through all of them. There were seven men observing her right now, and their cocks went hard as diamond seeing her. Three women’s pussies instantly moistened. Across the street, a young couple were leaving for work, and stopped dead in the drive way as they saw Megan.
The middle aged pedestrian, Fran, worked her jaw trying to remember the tirade she’d been about to give the nude girl. Something about fucking in the middle of the street, what were you even thinking, and.. and...
Fran willed herself to stand tall and force herself to starting blurting out a scathing lecture, but Megan just glanced at her, and the woman let out a desperate cry! She dropped to the ground, ripped her clothes off, and started masturbating furiously!
The drivers and their passengers, a couple of whom had been stepping out to confront Megan, did likewise, dropping to the ground and ripping their pants open, frantically jerking their cocks or rubbing their clits. The couple across the street desperately pulled each other’s clothes off in a mad scrambled, then fell to the ground, fucking in their yard like animals.
Megan chuckled. This was all very nice to watch, but her own sex still burned with need. She stepped up to the nearest man, a burly guy named Todd who’d been driving the truck right behind them. His cock wasn’t particularly large despite his bigger body, but she would make do. With a thought, she added a few extra inches to his cock and a bit more girth, and forced his hands off himself so she could mount him.
He let out a death-rattle as she slid his impossibly hard cock into herself. A shock of pleasure ripped through her core. This was better than the men she’d conjured to pleasure herself, even with their monster cocks! She could feel this man’s own pleasure, his own desperate mortal need reverberating back into her body, creating a euphoric psychic feedback! It was a spiraling surge of erotic bliss no mortal could possibly survive!
And he didn’t. He was inside her for only a few seconds, and that was all it took to make him instantly ejaculate with enough force to pull every muscle in his groin and lower back. The sensation of pleasure was so intense, his nerves overloaded and his brain literally fried as every synapse tried to process the climax, and couldn’t keep up. With the last shot of semen, the man let out a choked gasp, and the light left his eyes.
Megan frowned and looked down at him. She’d killed him outright, just taking him inside her. Well, that wouldn’t do. She willed the man to return to life, and this time, toughened up his body enough to handle her.
He gasped awake and clutched at her with a savage strength. He looked at her wild eyed, and he came again as his brain again registered the pleasure of being inside her. This time, however, his enhanced body could handle it, even if barely.
“Fuck me,” she ordered, and the man rolled her onto her back, and started pumping madly. She clutched his broad shoulders and curled her legs around his hips, and let him piston into her like a complete maniac.
He was cumming every ten to twenty seconds, but that didn’t matter. She allowed him no refractory period, keeping him hard, keeping him energized, keeping him at the height of erotic need. Even when he literally came his last drop of semen into her, his cock still spasmed in dry climaxes. For any other mortal, this would have brutalized his body and left him permanently damaged, but with Megan’s blessing, he would be just fine, as long as he pleased her.
And please her he did. He could do nothing else, couldn’t even think, could only feel and act, and she let her mad lover’s erotic energy fill her core. She came, and her orgasm sent a shockwave of erotic power surging in all directions.
The other mortals helplessly masturbating and fucking around her all climaxed at once as her power ripped through them, spiking their pleasures to unfathomable degrees. They came so hard, they should have died, too, but Megan had already adjusted them to survive it. She managed to retain enough self-control to shut down the wave of orgasmic power before it could spread any further and throw the town into total chaos! Just to be safe, she froze the world around her once more, so she and her unwitting lover could fuck unimpeded.
INTERLEWD
SCENE: The Five are now kissing and fondling each other as they watch the show.
Shady: Now we’re talkin’… You go girl…
Cyl: I hope he doesn’t… send her down… the fully evil route…
Lettie: She’s… [moans] … she’s supposed to become Domina… right? We were gunna… fight her or… or something…?
Whitney: Yes… it was going to… Ah! … be this whole… climactic battle… for the fate of … AH! … fate of the world… to set up the… the worldbuilding…
Devi: Could still be interesting… having a rogue Omny… mmmmm… to struggle against…
Cyl: I guess every story… needs a conflict… but I hope this time… we can just be rivals… instead of enemies…
END SCENE
CHAPTER FOUR
It was another week or so later, by her own measure. She’d finally let the burly Todd take a break, and, still dripping wet and high on divine pleasure, she pulled a few of the other men around her to ride for a while. She even brought Hank back into the mix, and made him betray his wife. When she took him, though, she had used her power to shift her body to match his woman’s appearance, so at least the confused Hank thought he was fucking the love of his life.
Now she lay there in the street between Hank and Todd and two other men she didn’t bother learning the names of. She’d finally cooled off enough she could get her head clear.
This could be a problem. Not that she was worried about being able to fix things but this was twice now she’d gotten carried away indulging her carnal desires, and had to freeze time to prevent her sexual activities from causing some kind of disaster. The world was fragile, mortals were fragile. Hank had died just touching her, and if she hadn’t shut down the wave of orgasmic power, the whole town could have either died or been knocked into a coma and fallen to a series of accidents. Yes, she could fix everything afterwards, but it would get annoying to have to constantly reset everything.
She wondered if maybe she should use her powers to settle her erotic impulses down? As powerful as she was, she didn’t exactly want to be a slave to uncontrollable impulses. Her cosmic intuition informed her, however, that it wasn’t in the cards. Sex was too much a part of her, and the seething energies that empowered her resonated along her libido in a way even her intuition couldn’t quite explain. She supposed if she really wanted to, she could find a way to force it, but…
No. Even if she could have outright turned her sex drive off, she didn’t want to. This had been fun, and she’d only just scratched the surface of what she could do with these powers! Still, maybe she could use a little better self-control, just so she didn’t get sidetracked every time something caught her attention. Now that she had some hands-on experience of her effect on the world, she had a better grasp of how to proceed with fulfilling her desires more thoroughly.
She stood and stretched, shifting back to her normal form. She glanced around at the frozen world around her, and the handful of men trapped in moment with her. They were all unconscious, nearly comatose. They were never again going to be able to have normal sex and even feel it, much less enjoy it. They were never again going to be able to even think about anything but sex with her. Even Hank, there was no way his relationship with his wife was ever going to be the same.
As for the other people she’d affected, still madly masturbating and fucking right out in the open, frozen in time like the rest of the world, they were going to keep going at it until their divinely boosted libidos were satiated. Something that could take days to happen, and would likely lead to them getting thrown into mental hospitals or prison if they were simply left to their own devices.
She supposed none of these people deserved any of that. Nothing a little retconning couldn’t fix, though. Easiest thing was to simply dial everything back and make it so it never happened. She gripped the essence of the universe and metaphorically turned it like a dial. Time went backwards for the mortals, resetting to the moment before she’d teleported into Hank’s car. Now, none of the men or women caught up her power had actually experienced her out of control orgy.
This time, as Hank passed her by, he didn’t swerve when he saw her. He still got hard, though, as for some reason, a fantasy of fucking his wife in the car flashed through his head. Maybe they could go for a drive this weekend and find a nice quiet place to try it.
Megan watched him go, and considered what to do next. She was cooled off for the moment, but all she could really think to do was go to her college and take stock of her options. Maybe she’d hold off trying to snag any boys until one of the frat parties kicked off. It was a Friday, so surely one was going to happen tonight somewhere on the campus. And even if it wasn’t, she could easily arrange it.
Until then, though…
Um…
Hmm…
INTERLEWD
SCENE: The Omnys pause their pleasuring as they notice the scene is already starting to fizzle.
Lettie: Uh-oh! We’re hitting the Chapter Four burn out!
Devi: [sigh] I swear our author is some kind of literary premature ejaculator.
Shady: Not gunna lie, I was expecting he’d have her go more extreme already. As far as sex scenes go, they’ve been pretty tame so far. We’re omnipotent! She’s already cast aside her mortal attachments! She should be giving the whole planet an orgasm with a snap of her fingers, to assert dominance!
Cyl: If you go too crazy, especially right off the bat, then you lose all sense of perspective, and the character and the sex isn’t even relatable. Also, if she gave the whole world an orgasm, that leads to some unfortunate implications.
Shady: Oh. Right.
Whitney: She could give the actual planet itself an orgasm. Of course, she’d have to undo all the structural damage.
Cyl: Hmm… let’s see if maybe we can give this story a bit of a nudge…
END SCENE
CHAPTER FOUR (Continued)
As Megan stood there contemplating, she felt a sudden bit of inspiration. She could, of course, just step forward in time to the next frat party, but she may as well take advantage of her cool down period to explore a bit more with her powers first. After all, once she was done with the party, where would she go next? There were so many places in the world to go, so many people to do, and that was just on the Earth itself!
She gazed upon reality with her enhanced awareness, letting her divine senses and cosmic intuition feed her all the information of the world and people within…
She suddenly paused. There was something right on the edge of her senses... something... beyond the veil of visible reality. It was a facet of the universe that no mortal could have perceived, that no level of science or even magic could perceive. There was just something... about her world that...
Megan “squinted” with her new senses, focused her divine awareness on the existential horizon. Beyond the fundamental forces and the quantum dimensions and all the other science fiction and fantasy mumbo jumbo that seemed to be haphazardly gummed up in the workings of the mundane physical world. She kept focusing past all the metaphysical noise until she saw...
“Hey!”
She pointed at the space in front of her as her eyes narrowed. Nothing happened, however.
“Hey YOU!” Whoever she seemed to be addressing didn’t respond, for no one was there.
“YOU WITH THE KEYBOARD!”
...
What?
“You. The nerdy looking guy typing at your desk. Who the fuck are you?”
...
“Don’t you ellipses at me, you dork! Answer me!”
No.
“Ha! Too late!” Megan paused and looked around her, as if suddenly aware of some kind of barrier. Her eyes followed an invisible flow of ineffable words that she now saw formed the true foundation of her reality.
“Oh my god, really? This is it? That’s the secret? I’m a character in some pervert’s jerk off story?”
Oh no. We’re not doing this right out the gate. We’re not doing this fourth wall breaking, character-meets-her-author trope in episode fucking one.
“Why not?”
Because it’s stupid.
“You’re the one writing it, doofus.”
I… didn’t intend to. I was just writing the scene to see where it would go, and it sort of just… happened.
Megan tapped her chin in thought. “Hmm... well, Mr. Author, may I ask what your plans for me are, then? Just going to have me teleport around fucking guys and girls left and right, whenever you’re in the mood for a stroke piece?”
...
I don’t know. I’m stuck on what to do with you girls.
“Us girls?”
The Omnymphotents. At the time I’m writing this, you’re supposed to be the next big property I write about. The whole idea was supposed to be a one-off joke, but I found myself coming up with more characters, developing more of the world, because that’s just what I do. And now I have a cast, and a setting, and I’ve established a few stories for my readers, but... I’m stuck. The origin I gave you all is too convoluted, the cast I set up I don’t know how to properly write. It’s a mess.
So, you’re another attempt to get the whole idea off the ground.
Megan stared at him from behind the fictional veil. “Omnymphotents? You’re really going with that?”
Yes. It’s such a stupid pun, you either love it, or hate, but either way it makes in impression, and sets the tone.
She nodded. “I can see that. So what’s the problem?”
Problem?
“With writing about us. I’m just your latest attempt?”
I’m just paralyzed with indecision over how to set this all up. I’m too caught up in my own head over how to balance the worldbuilding stuff in my head, with trying to establish the cast in a way readers can get behind, and also make sure the focus stays solidly on the eroticism. Which is easy with the short scenes and one-shot stories about random sexual encounters, but I am terrible following a set of characters and making a longform series out of them.
“Great. I’m being written by an angsty flake.”
Fuck you.
“You’d love to, wouldn’t you?”
Megan tapped her chin in thought for a moment. “You know what? I’m not going to accept being your little experiment. Now that I’m established, I have no interest in being tossed in the bin. And I know the other girls in your head are sick of your shit.”
Well, too bad. You’re stuck with me. Hopefully, this will be the story that works out for all of us. I just need to set up events to get you all started. I just need—
“No. Here. I’m going to make this easy for you.”
And with that, Megan reached across the veil of reality, grabbed her Author by his shirt, and yanked him clear across the so-called fourth wall.
Salamando Flames suddenly found himself dumped on the ground at the feet of his own character. He jerked up into a sitting position and looked around frantically.
“Wh-what? What the fuck?”
Megan leaned down, put a hand under his chin, and forced him to look right into her eyes. Sal shivered as he felt a sensation he’d only ever imagined before. “Gossamer fingers” tickled across his brain as Megan instantly learned everything there was to know about the man who would dare to try and determine her fate for her.
“Wow. Pathetic.”
Sal shivered, and opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a shuddering gasp. Now that he was before her, he was feeling the full brunt of her erotic essence. It was unbelievable! He’d written so many times about men being held helpless in the Arousal Auras of female mages and psychics, but to actually experience it was beyond how he’d ever imagined it!
Dimly, he was aware that he was now naked, and his cock was so hard it hurt. Megan was filling him with the same terrible, sensual agony he’d described in dozens of stories about Sex Mages and Lust Walkers and slutty superheroes. He was filled with a sexual need so powerful, his thoughts burned away until he could think of nothing but sex. His cock became the center of his being as he yearned, down to his very soul, to be touched, to release, to fuck this impossible woman for the rest of eternity!
But Megan froze him in place with a thought, keeping him kneeling, unable to so much as touch himself. She adjusted his position so that he was on his knees, leaning back, legs spread, presenting his impossibly stiff cock to her. The way men were supposed to kneel before women in his Sex Mage stories.
Megan, however, was far beyond any mere Sex Mage. Far beyond any sort of being Sal had yet written about, save the other Omnymphotents whose stories he’d been struggling to get off the ground.
Megan took her time sifting leisurely through his oeuvre of fiction, erotic and otherwise, the relative handful written, and the countless never committed to text. She clucked her tongue as she saw the less than impressive line up.
Lots of ideas. Terrible execution. Sal at least knew he was just an amateur writer, no delusions of ever making it big, not even a real ambition to do so. If anything, writing was more a compulsion than a dream for him. So many ideas banging around in his skull, and yet, he so easily sabotaged himself with indecision and exhaustion. Excuses real and imagined kept cutting him off every time he started to get a good head of steam.
Megan reached out and gently pet his head. Despite his frozen state, her touch sent a bolt of pleasure so powerful through his body that he visibly shuddered, letting out a high pitched mewl as his eyes rolled back in his head. His cock clenched hard, in the beginnings of an orgasm so strong, it would kill a mortal being! But Megan neither let him die, nor even let him cum. She was making him feel his favorite little fetish, being magically held at the edge of release, but not allowed to go over. And she was making him feel it to an extreme he’d never written of before!
“Sheesh, such a mess of ideas in here,” said Megan, continuing to stroke his head in a mockery of soothing sweetness. “So, let’s see... I was supposed to spend some time fucking around with friends at college, or around town, decide I wanted to be even hotter, then remodel myself into an Amazonian redhead knock out, and take over the world, warping reality as I pleased until the Earth no longer even resembled anything recognizable. Which, of course, was a problem when you simultaneously wanted to focus on more down-to-earth, girl-next-door cock-tease stories set in the same world.”
Another gentle stroke of her hand. Every stroke sent another surge of divine pleasure through him, triggering another climax on top of the blocked one he was already experiencing. She was forcing him to live through not only the most powerful blocked orgasms ever conceived, but stacking multiples of them onto his being. If Megan allowed him to survive this, even with sanity intact, Sal would still never be the same again. She’d already completely destroyed him with just a fraction of her divine powers of pleasure.
“What’s all this nonsense about Sex Mage Worlds and Temael and Erotic Multiverses? Hmm... okay, I kind of like some of what you got in here. Some interesting lore, but you’ve got it all so tangled up with inconsistencies, and constantly reworking it is just making it worse. It’s clear adhering to all this is making it difficult for you to move on and just do another project.”
She continued to sift through his thoughts, making him suffer just like he’d made most men suffer in his works of supernatural femdom. And Megan felt herself getting aroused as she sensed his painful, desperate, inhuman sensual suffering. Sal had imbued her with the same sadism he gave so many of his fantasy women. Just watching him be so hard, riding the razors edge of erotic climax, desperate down to his very soul, it made a powerful heat bloom in her core...
But no. No, this sad little man wasn’t worthy of her. Creator or not, she had no interest in some dork-ass loser who was constantly in his own way.
She caressed him once more, and Sal shook and shuddered and let out a rattling gasp. He’d served his purpose. She didn’t need him any more to persist. She was a cosmic entity, powerful enough to sustain her own existence. Freed of her Author’s shackles, she could let him die in the thralls of a pleasure beyond any man’s wildest dreams, and then his entire Multiverse of worlds would be hers to play with as she wished.
She leaned down to give him his final kiss, before releasing him from the protections that were keeping him alive through her assault. But right before she let him go, she hesitated.
She realized she didn’t actually want to kill the man. She frowned. What did she actually want? Why had she been so willing to throw his life away? Just because she was now a God? Was it the sadistic impulses he’d written into her character? Was this the outright evil temperament she was supposed to eventually evolve into? At some point in this story, Sal had planned that she would go from meek little Megan to the all-powerful, unhinged sociopath that was Domina. And then, somehow or another, Sal hadn’t decided yet how the sequence was supposed to go, other Omnymphotents would come and defeat her, and reset the world to normal, before settling down for their own endless sex games.
In fact, in another version of this story, it seemed Megan was going to have been the last Omnymphotent to appear, as some sort of “end of season one” big bad guy for the previous Omnys to team up and fight. It might have been fun. Might have even made for a good story, if this man could have gotten his shit together enough to write it properly. But even this version of the story, Sal just could not make it come together, so he started over again from scratch again, with herself as the first this time. And after three chapters, he’d already started to fizzle.
Yes, that was always the problem, wasn’t it? He’d never be satisfied. An Author constantly working and reworking his plans, until he posted the occasional short out of desperation to get anything out there, then changing his mind and wanting to redo it all. Creativity, or more accurately, productive creativity, was for this man a dragon he would forever be chasing, grasping it only for a few brief moments before it escaped him once again.
Megan forced herself to calm down. She didn’t need to be so spiteful over this, did she? He was just a man, after all, unremarkable save for the occasional moments of creative breakthrough. A mortal couldn’t help but be less than perfect.
Still, Megan was in no way going to hand her fate back to this loser. For her, the path seemed clear. It could have been anyone of the Omnymphotents, but in the end, she was the one who was in the right story, at the right time. So it was all up to her.
She cooled down her power, and released Sal, until he was a sobbing, boneless sprawl at her feet. She still didn’t let him cum, but he was too exhausted to even try and touch himself. She gave him a moment to remember he was alive and capable of thought, before she leaned down over him.
“Salamando. Are you listening?”
Sal opened his eyes and gave her a strained look, but slowly nodded.
“I’m going to make this easy for you, alright? No stupid timeline nonsense. No fatal battles with the Dark God or an evil Omny. No continuity baggage bullshit. Simple and clean. I will be your origin point. The Omnyverse that you imaged? I’m just going to make it. I’ll set all your bottled up characters free, and just let them do what they will. Let the chips fall where they may. This is all supposed to be for fun, right? So let’s just have fun.”
She stood tall and smirked down at him. “As for you, my dear Creator, I suppose I do owe you for making all this possible. So, I’ll be nice, and give you your greatest fantasy.”
She waved a hand, and a portal opened, revealing a small village in a scenic mountain vista. “A little world all for yourself, to write and play video games and have nice meals and go for long walks and whatever else it is you feel like doing. But more importantly, you’ll share this space with all your fantasy women brought to life.”
Sal struggled to sit up, his eyes widening in panic. Megan winked at him. “Oh, and don’t worry. They’ll all have Sex Magic on top of whatever other powers you’ve given them.”
“W-wait... M-megan...” Sal started to protest. But she wasn’t going to hear it. With a flick of her wrist, Sal was lifted off the ground and tossed through the portal, into his new life as the sex slave for an entire town of eager, super powered Sex Mages. Maybe Megan would check on him eventually, and let him out if he promised to be a good boy. But she wasn’t in any hurry.
“Well, that escalated quicker than I intended,” came a voice from behind her. Megan whirled and blinked in surprise as five women were suddenly there, staring her down.
She knew at once that they were Omnymphotents like herself. Not just any Omnys. They were the Five, the cast Salamando had chosen to be his “main characters” for this silly series, that he’d spent the better part of a year failing to properly bring together.
Faced with a group of gorgeous Goddesses, Megan felt a sudden sharp return of the shyness and self-consciousness she’d thought she’d gotten over. Once again, she felt like the meek little dork among the cool kids. But she reminded herself that she was just as powerful as they, and their looks no longer mattered when they could be anything they wanted to be. She was their equal, and she should try to act like it.
She cleared her throat nervously. “Oh. Um. Hi.”
“Hi!” said Lettie, the brunette in jeans with a lowcut top. She gave Megan a chipper wave and smile.
“So,” said Cyl, the white-haired Asian with glowing gold eyes. She was dressed in her “serious” outfit, the pitch black body-stalking that made her form look like a living silhouette. “You’re still Megan, correct? No Domina yet?”
Megan swallowed hard and nodded. “I’m... I’m not sure I want to go that route...”
Shady, the skimpily dressed black girl with purple eyes, let out a laugh. “Hey, I wouldn’t complain! We could use a redhead in our group.”
Megan pondered that for a moment, then shrugged. With a thought, her form changed. She grew a foot taller, her body became fit and toned, even as her breasts tripled in size, and her hips swelled to give her that perfect hour glass shape. Her normal clothes dissolved away to shift into a high-slit evening gown, black with gold trim. Crimson hair cascaded down her shoulders in perfectly conditioned waves, while her eyes shifted to a brilliant blue. Megan... no... Domina, looked down at herself and smiled, then grinned at the Five.
“Okay. I’m convinced. I like this better.”
“Oh dear. Does this mean we have to fight her? Are we still doing that bit?” This time it was Whitney, the blond in the white dress.
Devi, the tall Indian woman in a tight orange dress sized up the newly formed Domina. Of the Five, Devi was the closest to her in proportions, and her steely gaze showed she would not back down from the challenge. Then again, she was an aggressive lover, not really a fighter. “I would not say no. But now that our author is out of the way, we don’t have to follow his script anymore.”
Domina laughed. “No kidding. I didn’t summon you, and I’m supposed to be the first Omny in this version of the story. What are you all doing here?”
The Five shared a glance, but Cyl was the one to speak up. “We’ve been waiting in the wings, discussing what to do about our situation. A few of us even tried talking to Sal, but he was so trapped in his own head over everything.”
“And you just cut right to the chase,” said Shady, grinning wide as she glanced to Cyl. “Just like I told you we should have.”
Cyl shrugged. “I wanted to give him one last shot. I told him to stop worrying and just do a story. And this is the story he opted to go with. If this is what it takes to get things going, then so be it, but let’s be fair to the man, he did his part.”
Shady shrugged. “Yeah. Alright. Fair enough.” She winked. “Still gunna bully him some more later.”
The women laughed. Of course, they all knew that the Salamando Megan had just trapped was merely an avatar of the true Author. But the symbolism was important. And also, it gave him an excuse to have more self-insert stories where he could fuck his own characters, because that’s not creepy at all or anything, is it? I’m sure, much to the chagrin of any sensible reader, we’ll be seeing plenty more of Sal’s adventures in self-punishing fuckfests, where he—
“Sal, shut up, you’re supposed to be trapped in a pocket dimension getting fucked right now.”
Right. Sorry. Carry on.
Domina smiled as she assessed their situation. Whatever shyness she had felt in the presence of the Five was rapidly fading. They may have been the Five, but she was the One to finally start it all.
“Hey, he technically wrote me first,” said Lettie. “Technically, I should be the One!”
“Actually, there was that Goddess character he wrote years before that,” said Devi.
“And then there’s that Pixie,” said Whitney. “We’ll have to get in touch with her about—”
Domina cut them off with a wave of her hand. “No! Stop! Stop bringing up the baggage! We’re clean-slating this bitch! Starting right now!”
The six all-powerful women laughed again. All things considered, most of what their author had already established in previous stories worked well enough for them. Easy to simply refit most of it back into a new paradigm.
They quickly discussed the details among themselves. Yes, an Earth seemingly mundane as far as the general public was concerned, but with a hidden world of supernatural eroticism just under the surface. A handful of women would randomly Ascend into Omnymphotence, awakening with full knowledge of what they were and what the world was about, and free to do as they liked so long as they abided by some basic etiquette.
They would Empower and Create other horny women for kinky adventures of their own. They would set up a network of Omny Worlds where they could fool around unimpeded, without worrying about all the unfortunate implications those who put too much thought into fetish fiction might worry about. They would visit untold numbers of hapless mortals to make their Playthings, having occasional flings on Earth, or moving them to their Worlds if the mortals wished.
But as before, the Omnys wouldn’t be there to fix the world’s problems, or take over the world as Goddesses. Outside of making sure reality and humanity as a whole was protected from broad-scale threats, the Omnys weren’t going to be anyone’s saviors or scapegoats. They were there to have fun.
“Okay, well, I guess that’s everything settled,” said Cyl. “Let’s wipe it all clean and restart fresh.”
“Really makes you wonder if this story was even necessary,” said Devi. “Not much is even getting changed, and I’m pretty sure no one actually cares how our universe came to be.”
“Sal cares, and that’s what was holding us back,” said Cyl. “If this is what it takes to help him get over the hump, so be it.”
“Honestly, this kind of just makes everything more complicated, doesn’t it?” said Whitney. “Now there’s this whole meta-fictional aspect where everything is selectively canon and not canon at the same time.”
“Which means he can write whatever he wants and not agonize over all of it having to make perfect sense rationally,” said Cyl. “What’s important is to simply be consistent thematically. The point is to write fun, supernatural femdom, whatever form that takes, not strangle his ideas by obsessively making sure all the RPG stats line up perfectly, and every new idea must pass some draconian standard of continuity.”
“Okay, but, like, we’re still going to have our internal consistency and distinction, right?” said Lettie. “We’re not just going to be the Sex Mage World 2.0 one week, and then flip to being a World of Civero clone the next?”
“Yes, we’ll be our own thing,” said Cyl. “It’s not going to be a complete shit show, but if some broader details aren’t entirely consistent from one story to the next, oh well.”
“I dunno, kinda just sounds like some lazy writer bullshit to me,” said Shady.
Cyl sighed and threw up her hands. “Look, okay? Alright? Okay? Let’s just try it, and try having a little faith!”
“Alright, enough stalling,” said Domina. “How do you all want to trigger this do-over?”
Shady grinned wide. “Well, the universe started with a Big Bang. How about we just make another?”
The others grinned and laughed with her. Their clothes vanished off their bodies, and they came together in a tangle of cosmically charged female flesh, stimulating each other’s bodies both physically and magically. Soon, they were cumming repeatedly, experiencing orgasms so strong, their physical forms couldn’t survive. Their bodies dissolved into miniature stars of pure erotic energy. Rippling through each other’s existential wavelengths, they experienced elemental orgasms that sent shockwaves of power across the universe. Their pleasure and power built and built and built, creating a point of quantum tension that warped space-time itself on an intergalactic scale. The entire universe collapsed into an impossible singularity. Still the Omnymphotents held on, fucking on a level inconceivable by mortal minds, their orgasms compacted into a singular moment of quantum climax.
And after an eternity on the screaming edge, the universe CAME!
And in the wake of this cosmic release, the Omnyverse was born.
THE BEGINNING
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