Secret Origins

Author's Note: This is an "Old Canon" story, discussing one of the early origin plans for the series, before everything shifted into a new direction with Metafucktional Miracle. It is not canon to the current Omnyverse continuity, but the Omnys still remember it.

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Don spent several long minutes getting his breath back, letting his mind and body cool off as his lover finally released him from her erotic grasp. Cyl settled onto the bed and curled against his side, resting her head on his chest. She gave out a little moan as she basked in the afterglow of sex; as she cooled off, Don saw the world around them shift back to his bedroom. A moment ago, they’d been drifting through the sky in Cyl’s world of floating islands, making love as they flew. Freed from gravity, they’d had a full day of sex from every concievable position; Don had felt like a leaf on the winds of pure ecstacy. It would have been kind of terrifying if just touching her wasn’t so overwhelmingly pleasurable, and he didn’t already trust her completely to keep him safe.

Safe or not, sex with her was still utterly exhausting, physically and mentally. In a good way, to be sure, but when your lover was a cosmic goddess, there was just no getting around the fact that even a quickie with her would knock a normal man into a coma if she wasn’t careful. She’d enhanced Don’s body to make him capable of making love to her without instantly becoming paralysed in constant superhuman orgasm. But even when she let him take the lead and do anything he wanted to her, there was no mistaking who was the most powerful in the relationship.

He looked down at her, curled against him. For the most part, she simply looked like a normal human woman. She could just be a random nubile college girl he’d picked up for a fling. The only indication of her unusual nature was her exotic snow-white hair, and her softly glowing eyes. She could look like anything she wanted, but this was apparently the “default” body she’d chosen. A normal human form, with just a hint of exotic flair. Even with that, you wouldn’t know, just by looking at her, that she was one of the most powerful beings in existence.

But you could feel it. Just being near her, holding her, he could feel the supernatural force that was her being, an intangible vibration that hummed in his soul. Warm, gentle, loving, erotic, blissful. He could hold her forever, if he just let himself drift...

Don blinked and shook his head. Pleasant as it was to just bask in her presence, he didn’t like letting himself trance out to her the whole time. And she didn’t want him to. It was his innate willpower that let him keep himself in her presence, she said, that was one of the reasons she kept visiting him. Among other reasons, of course. Don let out a breath as he realized his cock, despite having numerous thundering orgasms for hours, was already back to throbbing.

Cyl reached over and lightly traced a fingertip along his shaft. Don hissed and his cock clenched in a sharp spike of pleasure... then relaxed, and started to wilt a bit. He didn’t shoot any spunk this time (as if he’d realistically have any left to give right now), but the mini-orgasm staved off his tension for the moment.

“You with me?” she said. Her head was still tucked down, resting on his chest, but she brought her hand up to stroke his forearm as he held her.

“Yeah,” he said.

“Anything you want to talk about?” she said.

Don glanced down at her, then back to the ceiling. Recently, she’d been sticking around longer after they made love. It was a lot nicer than the way she used to just vanish right after sex, but all things considered, he wasn’t ever sure what to talk about. She knew everything about him; while she was happy to listen if he needed to vent, he couldn’t help but feel like it would be redundant.

So, he defaulted to his usual topic: trying to learn more about her.

“Where do you come from?”

Cyl was silent for a long while.

“If you really can’t tell me...”

“I can,” she said. “I might erase your memory of it afterwards.”

“If you don’t want me to ask, you can just make me not curious.”

She sighed. “Don. I like you a lot. Please stop shit-testing me. You know I don’t want to do that kind of thing to you.”

“But you want to erase my memories?”

“Because I don’t really want to say it. It’s... a complicated situation.”

“I see.” he paused. “Can you... give me the short version?”

She rubbed her chin in thought for a moment. Then, finally, she said, “You know that we Omnys are capable of traveling between dimensions, correct? Including other timelines of Earth.”

“Yeah. You said you came from another timeline, once.”

She nodded. “I did. I come from a timeline much like this one. A world of mundane humanity, where things like magic and mad science and other supernatural phenomenon were just fanciful fictions, the stuff of stories.”

She gestured to the ceiling, and an image of Earth appeared aboe them, like a hologram. “But one day, a type of magic did appear on our world. Sex Magic.”

Don cocked an eyebrow at her. “Sex Magic?”

“Not quite what you’re thinking. But yes, a type of magic that revolved around sex and arousal as a means of casting spells. I’ll spare you the details, because they aren’t important. Suffice to say that a whole cluster of timelines of Earth was suffused with this magic. Human civilization was irrevocably changed by this power. Sometimes for the better. Often for the worse.”

She paused for a moment as she considered her next words. “There were... other factors at play in some timelines as well. Other forms of Magic appeared, and this conflicted with Sex Magic. Again, I’ll spare you the details.”

“What’s ultimately important is that in a rare few of these timelines, Sex Magic grew stronger as the years went on. More and more energy was produced by sex, spells became stronger and stronger, until the sheer force of the magic enabled casters to access the greater forces of higher dimensions. When that critical point was reached, a reaction occured with Sex Magic, drawing all of that power together into a single point, and taking the human race with it. This event creates a being at the center of this singularity of power. The resulting being is one of us.”

The image of the Earth above them began to glow pink, slowly brightening, until the globe was like a bright pink star. The star then collapsed into a point, before re-expanding into the form of a human woman made of light.

The light dulled and shifted colors, until the woman hovering above them was a copy of Cyl.

“So, that’s us. We Omnys are the manifestation of Sex Magic evolved into a cosmic force, and the combined essence of all humanity within one timeline.”

Don was silent as he proceesed this, still staring at the image of Cyl hovering above. The image winked and lowered herself down, becoming solid, and settling onto the bed on his other side, sandwiching him between two of his cosmic lover. Don took in a breath as he felt the thrum of erotic energy pulse between her two bodies, as if a circuit had formed between them, and he was caught in the current. In these calmer moment, Cyl had her erotic aura tamped down as far as it could go, but there was no shutting it off completely; spreading herself across multiple bodies only made it more pronounced.

Don swallowed hard, feeling himself melt into her, his cock throbbing in time to the pulse of her power. “I guess... if you were formed from Sex Magic... that would explain why you are all... so horny all the time...”

The Cyl on his left chuckled. “Yeah. We can do and be anything, but we can’t get rid of the impulses inherent in what made us. We don’t bother ascending to a higher plain of existence, because Sex Magic keeps us obsessed with human intimacy. And it’s not something we can cut out of us without destroying what makes us us.”

“I see.” The Cyl on his right reached over and grasped his cock. Don let out a shakey breath as he felt several rapid surges of pure pleasure course through his organ; she was stimulating his pleasure nerves directly, letting her divine energy course through his body. He jerked and bucked between the two, and his cock rapidly clenched in another dry orgasm. Cyl let go of him, and let him cool down again. The tension was relieved a bit more, but his cock stayed stubbornly stiff this time.

Don parsed his next words. “Why... why don’t you want people to know about that?”

Cyl was silent again for a time. “There’s... more to the story. The reason we came here instead of staying in the cluster of Sex Mage Worlds.”

“Yeah?”

More silence. Right Cyl shifted herself up, propping herself up with one elbow and looking up at him. Her eyes were only softly glowing, an almost copper sheen indicating she was satiated for now. When her libido inevitably built back up, her eyes would shift to a brilliant gold.

Left Cyl shifted as well, this time, holding him more snugly, as if comforting. Or perhaps seeking comfort. Right Cyl, still staring at him, was frowning slightly. “We couldn’t stay in our own timelines. Humanity was gone in them. They had become us, so we were left alone in our worlds.”

Don wasn’t sure what to say to that. It sounded so ludicrous, part of him couldn’t help but think she was lying. Then again, she’d more than proven her status as a cosmic entity to him in the past couple years. Why would she need to lie about this?

“So, if you were created by sexually charged magic, and there’s worlds out there where this Sex Magic still exists... why not go there? Wouldn’t you fit in more?”

Her frowned deepened slightly. “We can’t.”

“Can you tell me why?”

Left Cyl hugged him tighter, tucking her head down a bit more. Right Cyl hesitated. “The Sex Magic of other worlds resonates with our own power. If we went there, we would inevitably cause another singularity that we wouldn’t be able to stop. Instead of creating another Omnymphotent though, they would end up just absorbing into us.”

“Oh.” A pause. “So... you need those timelines to develop on their own, in order to make more of you?”

“That’s a big reason, yeah.”

“There’s more?”

Right Cyl opened her mouth, then closed it. She glanced to the side, down to her other self, who looked up at her. It was weird when she did that, sharing a glance with herself. But this time, Don felt a slight chill when it happened. He wasn’t even sure why. He looked up at Right Cyl again, and paused. For a moment, just a moment, he noticed her left eye glowed slightly more red than her right, and there was something... off about it...

And then she was meeting his gaze again, and the impression was gone. Don blinked, not sure if it had just been a trick of the light.

“Suffice to say there are territorial disputes.”

Don’s brow furrowed. “What does that mean?”

She grinned. “Dumb god politics stuff. Don’t worry about it.”

“What if I want to worry about it?”

She shrugged. “That’s on you.”

He let out a breath. He knew by now that pressing Cyl on things she didn’t want to be pressed on was useless. He smirked, reached up, and pulled Right Cyl down for a deep kiss. “I’ll fuck all your secrets out of you eventually, you know.”

Both Cyls laughed, and it filled him with a swell of warm happiness. Left Cyl shifted down and grasped his cock, looking up at him slyly. “We’ll see.” Then she slid his cock deep into her mouth. Don gasped, and Right Cyl kissed him again as his cock jerked and spasmed in Left Cyl’s mouth. With a touch of her power, another full load of cum shot from his cock, and she dutifully swallowed every drop, while Right Cyl probed his mouth with her tongue. They released him after another minute, and Don dropped back to catch his breath again. Right Cyl smiled down at him as Left Cyl vanished.

“So... you going to... make me forget?”

“Do you want to forget?”

“Not really. It’s simultaneously weird as hell, and yet kind of too out there to really believe.”

“Yeah. Well. Think how we feel having lived through it.”

“I guess. I guess I’m also not sure why you feel such a need to not talk about it. Other than, I guess it’s too personal?”

Cyl sighed. “Partly it’s that. Partly it’s that most people wouldn’t be comfortable realizing they’ve been fucking what amounts to an entire planet’s worth of people balled into one. I am my own being, Don, but my own being is comprised of an entire species that, to be blunt, went extinct to create me. There’s an existential dread to that that most mortals get hung up on.” She put a hand on his chest and smiled softly. “You don’t seem that freaked out by it, though.”

“Like I said. Really weird. But I don’t know, it isn’t any crazier than other theories I’ve had.”

She chuckled. “Yeah. Still. I’d appreciate you not spread this around.”

“Sure. I can do that.”

“Thank you.” Cyl stood and stretched; not that she needed to, but she still had human habits while in her human body. And it gave Don an appreciable view of her form. “Well, if that’s all you got for today, I’ll be off.”

“Alright.”

“Take care, Don.”

“You, too.”

With another smile, a wave, and wink, Cyl vanished, and Don was left to ponder once again over just how ridiculous this whole situation was.