Half-and-Half

Devi sipped her tea as she glanced from the canvas to the horizon, then back again. With a thought, she slowly dabbed and streaked the little globs of paint across the canvas, not bothering with brushes as she filled in her latest masterpiece. A beautiful sunset cast deep reds across tall mountains, casting the jungle below in a splash of velvet crimson.
 
She could, of course, have just instantly made the painting appear, but even an Omnymphotent liked to actually do things manually sometimes. And despite the reputation they had made for themselves, sex was not actually the only thing they thought about. Devi had an appreciation for classical art, landscapes and portraits done in oil paintings or watercolor, that most who knew her might find surprising.
 
She still cheated a bit when making her own; after all, as an Omny, she had perfect skill in anything she tried. But that was the thing about art, wasn’t it? Technical skill at the craft was one thing. Being able to convey the emotion of a scene, to put one’s personal mark on it, that was another. Being the greatest artist in the universe didn’t mean much if you just soullessly replicated what you saw like a camera.
 
Sad to say, she wasn’t sure she had much in the way of a personal mark or aesthetic, hence the attraction to photorealism. She just had to copy the scene before her. She paused time in the perfect moment to capture the light, and reflected what she saw with an unrivaled skill. It looked pretty good alright, but, well, it was just a painting of a sunset. It still felt nice to have done it, even if she wouldn’t be winning any awards for outstanding creativity. She gave the painting a stern appraisal, then shrugged, and teleported the picture to the gallery she “secretly” ran on Earth. She’d cycle it into the displays in a week or so.
 
She resumed the flow of time to let the sun set. From the top of her pyramid palace, she took a quick glance about her surroundings. Her worshippers were starting the evening prayer, all kneeling towards her direction. The peoples of Atzlazon never missed their daily appreciation of their all powerful Goddess. Devi basked in the moment, standing tall and serene as the world paused for a second time, not from her own will, but from the devotion of her Created. And then the moment passed, and her peoples resumed their lives under her careful gaze. Devi nodded in approval. All was right with her world.
 
She was about to descend down to the throne room to see how she might amuse herself with her priestesses, when she suddenly paused, tilting her head to the side, as if listening to a distant noise. She leaned back a bit, and positioned her arms as though she were hugging someone. An instant later, she was.
 
“Hi, Devi!” came the chipper voice of Lettie. The nubile brunette appeared flush against her, arms already wrapped around her, grinning wide.
 
Devi gave her fellow Omnymphotent a bemused smile. “Hello, Lettie.”
 
“Aw, you could at least pretend to be startled.” Lettie pouted.
 
Devi just leaned down and kissed the shorter girl for a long moment. They shivered a bit as erotic energy tingled between them. But they didn’t immediately succumb.
 
They broke the kiss as Devi pulled away. “Maybe next time. So, what brings you to Atzlazon?”
 
“I had a thought,” Lettie said with a wide grin. “I was playing with this cute guy—”
 
Devi made a little scoff under her breath, which Lettie ignored
 
“—and he’d been watching this cartoon, right? And in the cartoon, these two big buff monkey dudes did this little dance, and they combined forms! Isn’t that cool?”
 
Devi took a moment to glance at Earth. She recognized the show from when she’d been a mortal girl. “I suppose,” said Devi. “Are you saying you want to dance?”
 
“Well, we can do that, too, but I was actually thinking of trying that fusion thing! It’s kinda funny, you know, I feel like each of us has kinda settled into our own things already. We can do anything and be anyone, but like, we only play act at other roles, y’know? Well, usually. Megan does her Domina thing, Whitney’s got her Merchant gig, but, I dunno, I just like being me too much, and so do you.”
 
“If you say so.”
 
“Okay, so, but like, I dunno, seeing that show, you know, the two guys merged their bodies and minds and chi, and, well, to be fair, they weren’t that different in personality, so it didn’t really do much that way. But then, I got thinking, wouldn’t it be kinda cool to see what we’d end up with if we did that?”
 
 “You want to merge ourselves together? Physically and mentally?”
 
“Uh-huh! Doesn’t it sound fun?”
 
Devi touched her chin in thought. “I... don’t know. What if this new entity we form doesn’t wish to unform?”
 
Lettie touched her chin in mimicry of Devi. “Well in the show, they have a time limit. We could set one of those.”
 
“Our merged self could just remove the limit.”
 
Lettie frowned. “Yeah, that might not be fun. I still want to be around, y’know? Oooh, but I still want to do it somehow!”
 
Devi gave long, thoughtful exhale. “I have an idea of how it could work.”
 
The brunette brightened and grinned. “Oh yeah? How?”
 
Devi smiled slyly, leaned down, and kissed her again. Lettie kissed back enthusiastically, but partway through the kiss, Devi pulled back, leaving Lettie a bit breathless. “Indulge me a bit, and I shall tell you.”
 
“Aw, tell me now! Tell me tell me tell me!”
 
Devi’s colorful regalia vanished off her body, and a moment later, she stripped Lettie of her own simpler clothes, vanishing them off her. Lettie put up no resistance, and pressed her nude form more fully against Devi’s.
 
“Now, now, pet. You ask a lot of me, and I expect you to make this experiment worth my time.”
 
Lettie grinned. “Oh, Dev, you know I’ll fuck you at the drop of a hat, you don’t have to coerce me.”
 
Devi threaded her fingers through Lettie’s hair and then made a fist, roughly securing the girl’s head, even as she squeezed her tightly against her. “You’re in Atzlazon, lest you forget.”
 
Lettie gasped sharply as her head was forced back. If she were a mortal woman, Devi’s grip would have hurt. Instead her fellow Omny’s rough assertion sent erotic tingles through her body. Her nipples were stiff, her clit throbbed, and her pussy moistened as she felt Devi’s sheer power over her.
 
Lettie, of course, was just as powerful. She could have resisted with just as much force. But her whimsical mind delighted in Devi’s resolute desire. Devi stooped and kissed down Lettie’s neck. Once again, Devi pulled away before it could build too far, and Lettie whimpered at the tease.
 
Devi pushed the girl down to her knees. “Convince me.”
 
Lettie, who would have happily done this anyway, swooned under her lover’s powerful, unyielding presence. Her own pussy tingled with pleasure to serve this strong mistress. Devi pushed Lettie’s face against her sex, and the girl applied her cosmic cunnilingus skills, until the Goddess of Atzlazon was howling in orgasm.
 
After three powerful climaxes, Devi dropped the whole uber-domme schtick and floated the two of them in the air, where she repositioned Lettie atop her in a hovering 69. The two divine women made oral love through the rest of the night, their pleasure radiating to buffet the lands around them. Storm clouds gathered. Lightning flashed and thunder crashed with each orgasm the Omnys had.
 
Throughout the land, the women of Devi’s world awoke in heat, and pleasured themselves or grabbed the nearest person to sooth the relentless aches of arousal, many calling their Goddess’ name as they came. And in the hidden chambers beneath each city, where the scant male population was held prisoner, the men’s cocks vibrated with unholy tension, painfully aching with need. Try as they might, the spells that kept them from self-pleasure and climax without a woman’s permission held strong, and they could naught but suffer exquisitely while the women of the world writhed in bliss.
 
And finally, come morning, the two Omnymphotents settled down, cooling off as the storm clouds cleared. Devi would forgive the population for sleeping in today. Dutifully, those who didn’t pass out immediately made a quick prayer of thanks to her, before dropping back to sleep.
 
The two women cuddled on a large bed in the pyramid’s top chamber, Lettie curled up against Devi. Neither woman was truly tired, of course. An Omny needed no sleep, though a post-coitus rest was always nice.
 
“So,” said Lettie. “You gunna tell me now, or do I need to ‘convince’ you some more?”
 
Devi chuckled. “No, no, I find myself quite intrigued. I was already going to help you.”
 
“And you still made me lick you all night first anyway?”
 
“You’d have done the same thing.”
 
“How dare you point out my hypocrisy!”
 
The two women laughed, and gave each other an affectionate squeeze.
 
“The solution is quite simple,” said Devi. “We simply replicate ourselves, and have the replicas merge in our stead. If the resulting being wishes to split back apart, then we re-absorb ourselves. If they wish to persist, then they shall.”
 
Lettie leaned up on one arm, snapped her finger and pointed at Devi. “That’s brilliant! Why didn’t I think of that?”
 
“You were a little busy between my legs.”
 
Lettie laughed. “Oh yeah!”
 
She vanished and reappeared standing next to the bed, already cleaned and dressed. Devi followed suit, re-donning her colorful Atzlazon Goddess outfit.
 
“Alright then,” said Devi. “Let us proceed.” She raised her hand, and with a little flourish, produced an exact duplicate of herself, sans clothing. The duplicate bowed slightly, stepped back a few feet, and looked to Lettie expectantly.
 
Lettie had a copy of herself nonchalantly step naked out of her, like a ghost emerging from her body, and becoming solid as it strode up to the Devi clone. The Devi clone held out a hand for the Lettie clone to grasp.
 
“Uh-uh, do the dance!” said the original Lettie, grinning.
 
“We are not doing that,” said Devi, crossing her arms and scowling.
 
“Oh, don’t be such a pooper!” said Lettie.
 
The two naked doubles glanced at each other, then shrugged. Naked Lettie stepped a few feet aside, and did her half of the quick little routine, bending her body into the proper position as she hollered the technique’s phrase. With a flat expression, naked Devi just reached out and poked one of her partner’s extended fingers with her own.
 
There was a bright flash of light and a rushing boom, and when the light faded, a single young woman stood between them. The girl blinked, looked around, looked at herself, then looked up at the other two women.
 
“Aaaaaw, she’s cute!” said Lettie, immediately running up to give the new girl a hug. The new being was startled, but gave her progenitor a hesitant hug back.
 
Devi touched her chin with one hand, her other hand on her hip, as she appraised the being they had created. She certainly looked like a cross between the two of them. Devi’s Indian features and Lettie’s Caucasian features blended smoothly together to create a girl with light-brown skin, long black wavy hair, and soft brown eyes.
 
Lettie pulled back and let the girl breathe. “How do you feel?”
 
The girl blinked. “Uh… s-sorry, I’m still… uh… processing…” She then clutched at her crotch. Fluid was already running down her thighs as the powerful sex drives of two Omnymphotents seethed inside her. “Ah… I, uh…”
 
“If you need to tend to yourself, you may,” said Devi. “Or we can assist you.”
 
The girl squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head with a frown of concentration. “No, I… I think I… got this…” She then let out a gasp and dropped to her knees, rubbing herself frantically.
 
Lettie looked up to Devi and gave a little amused smile. “I guess this must be like Ascending all over again.”
 
The girl clutched at Lettie’s pants leg with one hand as she drove her fingers deep into herself with the other, just for something to hold onto. Devi froze the three of them in time, disconnecting them from Atzlazon’s reality, to spare her world the shockwaves of a new Omnymphotent’s awakening.
 
Realizing it was safe to let go, the girl released her grip on Lettie and used both hands, one vigorously rubbing her clit, the other reaching deep into herself to trigger her G-spot. It took only a few more seconds for her to shriek in climax, and a blast wave of erotic power radiated forth, making Devi and Lettie’s pussies tingle. However, both women were satiated enough, and focused enough on the study of this new being, that even Lettie was able to ignore it.
 
Both Omnys were a little surprised that the girl stopped after only one orgasm. Each of them had spent weeks masturbating and frantically fucking created partners in order to soothe the maddening lust that had filled them upon their Ascension. But this girl, composed of the two of them well after they’d had time to fully come to grips with and control their impulses, seemed to have inherited much of that self-control already.
 
She still lay there, breathing deeply, staring at the ceiling of the temple, eyes half-lidded. Lettie crouched to one side of her, and Devi joined her, kneeling on her other side. The girl seemed to be lost in her thoughts, uncertain of what to do next.
 
Devi cupped the girl’s cheek gently. “Are you alright? Do you wish to split back up?”
 
Both Omnys saw a flash of panic in her eyes. She reached up and clutched at their arms. “No! No, please!”
 
The two shared a glance. They had been right not to fuse themselves directly. Already, this new being was asserting her own identity.
 
“Hey, relax,” said Lettie, putting a hand on the girl’s shoulder. “Just relax. We’re not going to force you.”
 
Devi nodded, stroking the girl’s head. “We just want to make sure you’re comfortable with who you are. I know that Lettie and I are quite distinct from each other. If the conflict of personalities is painful for you, then do not feel obligated to stay. But if you wish to persist, we will gladly have you.”
 
Tears welled up in the girl’s eyes. Her panicked grip on their arms relaxed as she sat up and hugged them both to her. “I want to stay! I want to stay!”
 
“Then stay you shall,” said Devi, stroking her hair a bit. The girl let out a sob as emotion overwhelmed her, and she hugged them tighter.
 
“Aw, there, there,” said Lettie, soothingly rubbing her back.
 
The girl let out a shaky laugh, pulled away, and wiped her eyes. “Thank you. Sorry, I just got… overwhelmed for a moment.” She sniffed once, composed herself with a thought, and gave them a friendly smile. “Well then! Um, hi, I guess!”
 
“Hi!” said Lettie grinning wide with her characteristic enthusiasm.
 
Devi offered a more moderate smile. “Welcome to the world,” she said. With a thought, she resumed the flow of time and space around them to return them to her palace chamber. The three stood up.
 
“Glad to be here!” the girl said with a chuckle. Now that the state of her existence was settled, she was already easing into a relaxed stance. She glanced around, taking in the reality around them. “It’s funny, I remember everything about you two, but it’s kind of like this hazy dream. Like, I have all this knowledge, but I got it second hand, and even the familiar stuff feels new.”
 
She smiled at Devi. “So, if you’re the Queen of this realm, does that make me the Princess?”
 
Devi smirked. “You won’t be promoted any time soon, I can assure you. But yes, I suppose if you wish to make some use of my world, you are welcome to, provided you don’t start bending it out of sorts.”
 
The girl laughed. “I wouldn’t dream of it!”
 
“Princess, huh?” said Lettie, grinning. She looked to Devi. “I just realized something. I think we legitimately just made a daughter.”
 
“Goodness,” said Devi sardonically. “I do hope this won’t impact our love lives.”
 
“One-two-three-not-it!” said Lettie. The other two blinked and looked at her. “For diaper duty! You get first shift!” The brunette laughed as both women rolled their eyes.
 
“I assure you I’m fully potty trained,” said the girl.
 
“And yet still unnamed,” said Devi. She appraised the girl again. She certainly looked their daughter, but Devi had never even considered having a legitimate offspring before. She was pretty sure Lettie hadn’t either.
 
Lettie cocked her head to the side as she stroked her chin in thought. “Well, in the show they would, like, combine their names into goofy combinations. But I’m not sure if that works for us. Dettie? Oh, actually, Levi is real name. Just like my jeans!”
 
The girl frowned a bit, clearly not taking a liking to either option.
 
Lettie tried again. “Hmm… Maybe Covi? Or Dolette?”
 
Devi cocked an eyebrow at her. “Where are you getting those last two from?”
 
“My name’s Collette.”
 
“Really?”
 
“What do you think Lettie is short for?”
 
“Ah. I thought it was short for Leticia.”
 
“It’s short for a few names. Speaking of, your full name’s Devika, right? Maybe Colika?”
 
The girl blanched at that. She glanced herself over. “Well, hear me out, I’m half one of you and half the other. And if we want to follow the e-i pattern, how about I go with Demi? Get it? Demi for half?”
 
Lettie and Devi traded a glance. Devi frowned. “Calling yourself ‘half’ seems a bit self-demeaning.”
 
Lettie frowned for another reason. “And it’s just Devi’s name again, with one letter off! Where’s my name in there, huh? You could at least call yourself Deli or something!”
 
“I’m not a sandwich shop!” the girl huffed.
 
“Shame, I could use a sandwich right now,” said Lettie, grinning and patting her stomach.
 
“Good grief,” said the girl.
 
“Hey, that’s my line!” laughed Lettie. “You’re my girl, alright!”
 
Their daughter rolled her eyes, but smiled a bit.
 
“Still not a fan,” said Devi.
 
The girl shrugged. “I dunno. I know I’m all-powerful and everything, but…” she glanced around, and her smile faltered a bit. “Um… I dunno. Nevermind.”
 
“What?” said Devi.
 
The girl glanced at her, then back away. “I, um… I know you’re just roleplaying the Goddess thing here, but, um…”
 
Devi frowned and tilted her head to the side a bit as she gave the girl a firm stare. “But what?”
 
The girl struggled with the words. “It feels a little…”
 
“You’re half me, so you know I don’t appreciate people beating around the bush.” She held up a finger to Lettie to cut off a smart remark, but kept her eyes firmly on the girl. “Whatever you want to say, say it.”
 
The girl let out a sigh. “It feels conceited. Um… narcissistic.”
 
Devi stared at her, then glanced at Lettie, who shrugged and said, “I mean, we’re pretty great. Hard not to acknowledge it sometimes.”
 
But Devi frowned again and looked back at the girl. “You feel this is a problem?”
 
She swallowed nervously. In this moment, she really did feel like a daughter being unsure how to address a particularly strict mother. “No, no… it’s your world, you can do what you want here. And I know you both hold yourselves back on Earth. But you have to admit, you both can get pretty tunnel-visioned in chasing your wants. You go about it different ways, but both just sort of… impose yourself onto people.”
 
Lettie nodded with a thoughtful expression. “We do do that.”
 
“Wonderful,” said Devi with a flat tone. “Not five minutes old, and she’s already onto the rebellion phase.”
 
The girl pouted, looking a bit pained. “No, no, I’m not… jeez…”
 
Devi held up a hand and presented her daughter with a serene expression. “Relax. We may have made you, but we hardly qualify as your mothers. You are always welcome to visit me, and spend time in this world, but it’s clear Lettie and I’s distinct natures have settled into something different in you. It is your life, and your name. If you wish to call yourself something humble for some misgui—out of a… personal preference… then it is your identity to grasp.”
 
Demi nodded, swallowing hard. “Thank you.”
 
“Come on, at least put an L in there somewhere!” Lettie said in a I’m-just-joking-but-maybe-actually-though tone.
 
Demi gave her a flat look. “I’ll make Colika my last name, how’s that?”
 
Lettie clapped. “Yay! Perfect!”
 
Devi sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose for a moment. “I take it back. No daughter of mine is going to be such an embarrassment.”
 
Demi Colika stuck her tongue out at her mother. “Too late! Birth certificate’s already been notarized!” She held up a piece of paper spontaneously summoned to her hand, showing an official declaration of birth. The approving signature was her own, though.
 
“Fine,” Devi said with a mock scoff. The three women laughed and the paper vanished.
 
“So, you gunna run around all nekkers all the time, or you gunna find a look?”
 
Demi looked down at nude body, modestly curved by fully developed, and thought for a moment. She blinked, and in an instant, her long hair was tied into a thick braid, her nails were painted dark red, and she sported a lacy yellow teddy as her only clothing. Devi noted she also sported a red bindi on her forehead. The Indian woman wasn’t exactly attached to her cultural heritage since Ascending into a god-like being, but she could appreciate her daughter’s adoption of the mark. Another means of staying humble, perhaps, to remember that humanity had other gods than themselves.
 
“Man, you say we’re pushing it, but that’s even sluttier than us,” said Lettie with a laugh.
 
“I like it!” said Demi.
 
“Hey, me too!” said Lettie with a wink. “Now you’re all sexy-cute!”
 
“So,” said Devi. “What do you wish to do now?”
 
Demi cast her gaze across the veil of dimensions. “I think I’m going to go find some cute mortals to get to know. I’ll be in touch. Love you, moms!” And with that, she vanished from Atzlazon, to reappear somewhere on Earth.
 
“Ah, they leave the nest so quickly,” said Lettie, smiling proudly.
 
“That was practically anti-climactic,” said Devi. “Not that I expected a catastrophe, but still.”
 
“We could always make another!” said Lettie.
 
“No,” Devi said with finality. “There are enough of us running around without us machine-gunning combo-clones out into the world.”
 
Lettie laughed and gave her a quick kiss. “I was kidding.”
 
“I know.”
 
Lettie stretched in a sultry way. “Well, I guess I’ll head out, too. Don’t be too domineering to your poor subjects now!”
 
“Sure, just knock me up and then ditch me,” said Devi. “I see how it is.”
 
“Aw. Did you want me to stick around a while?”
 
“I was kidding. Go have fun being the university bicycle.”
 
“Yes, dear!” Lettie laughed, gave her a wink, and then vanished to a world of her own.
 
Devi proceeded down to the throne room, where her hardiest priestesses were only now starting to rouse from the previous nights orgasmic emanations. As she went about her role as Goddess Queen of Atzlazon, Devi hoped her new daughter was just as happy finding her own, more humble path in life.