Multi-Colored Mayhem

Domina took in a deep breath, smelling the ashes and blood on the wind. It was a beautiful crimson morning on her world of Apoclypha, and she stood nude and statuesque atop the vast torture facility that was her home castle. What fine distraction should she indulge in this morning? A fresh cart of maidens had been delivered to her just last night, fealty paid by the few ragged human tribes she extended a paltry protection to. She could slowly strip the skin from the poor, crying girls and light their flayed flesh on fire, forcing their exposed nerves and muscles to regenerate as fast as it burned so that they felt the exquisite peak of agony as she fucked their skinless, burning, screaming forms, until every bone in their body was snapped to pieces.
 
Yes, that sounded lovely. She’d been making larger gestures of destruction of late, shattering several of the human strongholds in the form of an Archdemon, leading her “fellow” demons to run roughshod over the few free humans left in her world. She would have to arrange for a few new settlements to take their place soon, or she was going to run out of survivors to terrorize. A little, luxurious lovemaking with the still-standing stronghold’s sweet, fresh sacrifices would be a nice, relaxing meditation for a change.
 
Or at least it would have if a bolt of rainbow colors didn’t slam into her back like a meteor just before she could turn to fetch her toys. Utterly stunned, the redhead was sent soaring off over the horizon. As she attempted to orient herself, the streak of colors hit her at a steep angle, powering her straight into the ground, dragging her for several miles through the broken landscape of her world. A quarter-mile deep trench was cut through the barren wastelands and shattered cities before the streak of colors let up its relentless force.
 
Domina was pissed. She recovered from the blow in an instant, glaring upwards, and shifting her body into living lava. She surged out of the trench, towering as a volcanic giantess over the figure who dared to strike at her. For just a moment, she saw a young woman sneering up at her, dressed in navy blue clothes, with fair skin, pink eyes, and a wild mane of rainbow-colored hair. The next moment, the girl became another streak of colors, shooting at Domina faster than she could react, and punching her clear across the dimensional veil.
 
***
 
The two exploded into the Planer Void, the iridescent space between dimensions. Domina snarled in frustration as she was sent spinning through the colorful nothingness, her giant lava form sputtering out as the other woman’s strike forced her back into her human form. She barely had enough time to throw her hands up to block the next strike, but the rainbow-haired girl pressed her advantage, smacking the redhead’s hands to the side and gripping her by the neck. In the next instant, she reared back her other hand, and struck Domina so hard, the shockwave generated by the impact would have shattered a mountain range. The redhead was sent flying into the distance again, her attacker racing after her.
 
Domina tried shifting her form again, but found that she couldn’t. She surged her power to force reality to comply to her wishes, but an even stronger force seemed to clamp down her exertions. It was this strange girl; as an Omnymphotent, Domina had the power to warp reality on whim, tendrils of her will bending existence to fit her desires. Even if she could not have overtly altered the world around her, her mastery of her own form should have been impossible for anyone to stop.
 
Anyone except another Omnymphotent who knew what they were doing. Every attempt to shift her form, every attempt to create something in the void to use as a weapon, the rainbow girl countered, as if parrying a flurry of strikes. Domina, who was used to simply overpowering her foe with her sheer force of presence, found herself flailing like a helpless child against someone who was cutting through that force of being like a knife, and not giving her a moment to catch her breath.
 
It seemed, however, that in countering Domina’s every attempt to alter the world or herself, the rainbow girl was likewise limiting her own options. Hence, instead of shifting forms or creating elaborate space-time traps of her own, the rainbow haired warrior was resorting to the most base form of combat, something an Omnymphotent shouldn’t have even to bother with: punching her opponent with her bare hands.
 
And punch she did. Domina forced herself to stop fighting like an Omny, extending her force of will to pure defense, just to make sure the other girl didn’t start using her own esoteric attacks. Domina realigned her thinking to grant herself expert boxing skills, taking a ready stance. The other girl grinned wildly at the challenge, and pressed her attack.
 
Even granting herself the skills of the greatest fighters on Earth wasn’t enough, it seemed. As Domina dodged and weaved and threw punches that could have cracked continents, the rainbow hair girl ducked and parried every strike, frustrating the redhead into taking more and more erratic swings. Then, when Domina overcommitted to a particularly savage jab, the rainbow woman threw a thousand punches like a nitro-charged machine gun into her gut, stunning the redhead, and hammering through her defenses. Every strike carried not only physical force, but extra-dimensional cutting power, attempting to slice through the layered existential defenses that made every Omny indestructible and immortal.
 
This rainbow lunatic was actually trying to kill her!
 
And she might have succeeded had her barrage continued unabated. Fortunately for Domina, a brunette girl in glasses suddenly appeared behind the woman, and attempted to grab her from behind in a full-nelson. Megan was, unfortunately, too slow and inexperienced in real combat, and the woman whipped around, grabbing the brunette by the arm, and throwing her into Domina. As she did so, she sent a ball of blinding white energy to fly with them, and when they were a thousand yards away, the energy ball exploded with the force of a solar flare, sending the two women blasting off in different directions. Domina, having already toughened herself from the fight, at least managed to keep her form intact; Megan, however, throwing herself into the match without being prepared, found her body cooked straight to the bone, her ashen skeleton streaking off into the distance, trailing black smoke.
 
The rainbow haired woman ignored the now skeletal girl to resume her attack on her prime target. But just before she could chase after her, there was a flash of metal, and a sword the size of a bus cut through the void towards her. She was about to dodge, when a leather whip snagged around her body and yanked her back into the sword’s path. Gritting her teeth, the woman curled into the blow, and despite having an edge that could slice the electrons off an atom, she took the blade full-on without suffering a cut. It did, however, slice the whip, freeing her from its binding power.
 
The woman whirled to see two new young women, a platinum blond with crimson viper eyes and an Indian girl with her long black hair in a thick braid: Wyllow and Demi, respectively, the former wielding the giant sword, and the latter wielding the whip, which was already repairing itself. The two pretty adventurers gave the rainbow warrior stern, but curious looks.
 
The moment’s distraction was all Domina needed, and in a blink, she teleported up behind the rainbow girl and brought both fists down towards her head in a strike that would have crushed a planet. But the rainbow warrior proved to be too quick. In the instant before the redhead could land her strike, the woman backed up against her, caught her arms, and hurled her at Wyllow and Demi with moon-shattering force. Wyllow dodged to the side, bringing her sword up, while Demi caught Domina, cushioning the impact with her own force of will.
 
The rainbow girl just kept on grinning as Wyllow whipped her enormous sword at her with impossible speed, varying the size and shape of the blade with every swing to try and throw her opponent off. The rainbow haired woman actually found herself working to dodge, but the viper-eyed girl was still unable to land a hit. Finally, the rainbow girl parried a particularly wide swing, and zipped right up against Wyllow, taking advantage of the opening. But Wyllow was prepared, and as the woman got within an inch of her, her eyes flashed with crimson light, projecting a piercing force right for the rainbow girl’s face. At point blank range, there was no way she could have missed.
 
And yet, she did, as the rainbow warrior let her concentration on her esoteric defenses slip just enough to warp her own body to the side, dodging the eye-blast by a millimeter, and jack-hammering her fists into Wyllow’s side.
 
The viper-eyed girl gasped from the sheer savagery of the assault, losing her grip on her sword, and was sent spiraling off. The rainbow girl looked around, trying to spot Domina again. She saw her with Demi and Megan a mile away, huddled together, the brunette girl regenerating her flesh from the ashen bones the rainbow girl had left her as.
 
The strange woman paused. She was still on top of the fight, but that was four Omnys already present, and she didn’t even recognize three of them. She could still end this quick, though, if she could just get to Domina. She tensed her body, rearing back a punch, readying herself to charge forward like a missile again, but secretly preparing a teleport to strike the redhead in the back. She could see Domina brace herself, shoving Megan and Demi away.
 
She started her dash, only to stop short as someone grabbed her by the arm, and used their power to clamp down on her movements, grappling her form across multiple dimensions to prevent even a teleport. She jerked around to see a brown haired girl in blue jeans and a low-cut plaid shirt smiling sweetly at her.
 
“Hi, there! Welcome to the Omnyverse! Wow, you’re cute! I love the hair!”
 
“Colette?” The rainbow hair girl blinked in surprise.
 
“That’s me! Though everyone calls me Lettie,” She pouted and cocked her head to the side. “Who’re you?”
 
The girl grabbed her by the shoulder, a stunned look on her face. “Colette, it’s me! It’s Reignbeau!”
 
Lettie’s brow furrowed. “A little on-the-nose, don’t you think?” She gestured to the other girl’s rainbow hair, then grinned. “It is a pretty name, though!”
 
Reignbeau looked at her confused. “Yeah, you said that before.”
 
“I did?”
 
“Don’t you remember?”
 
“Um… not really? Sorry, I don’t think we’ve met before. Or yet. Did you meet me in the future or something? You don’t seem like one of the others’ Splinters.”
 
“What? No! We all went off to battle the Abyss, and then… and then I was…” Reignbeau frowned and looked to the side, and noticed Domina watching them. Her face hardened. “Forget it. I have a mission.”
 
Lettie’s grip tightened on her arm, not letting her go. Her smile remained, but was a bit less mirthful. “Hold on. I think you need to cool off, cutie. You seem confused.”
 
Reignbeau grit her teeth, and her pink eyes blazed with angry light. “Confused? Are you fucking kidding me? That lunatic sold us out to the Abyss! I watched her feed you to it!”
 
Lettie cocked her head to the side again, then looked back to Domina. The redhead, easily hearing their conversation despite the distance, now looked as confused as she was angry, making an elaborate shrug. Lettie looked back to Reignbeau. “Is this, like, Old Canon stuff?”
 
“Old Canon? What? What are you babbling about?”
 
“You know, from before. The stuff we don’t like to think about.”
 
Reignbeau grabbed Lettie’s arm, and tried to pry the country girl’s hand off her other wrist. “Colette, we can talk later, but right now, there is only one thing I’m here for. I’m going to murder that fucking bitch, if I have to tear down this entire dimension to do it.”
 
Lettie gave a somewhat forced laugh. “Haha, ooookay, well, one, we’re not letting you break our universe for revenge, and two, you’re not murdering any of us. I don’t know what you think Domina did, but—”
 
Reignbeau snapped herself forward, savagely headbutting Lettie right in the nose. The country girl was stunned for just long enough the rainbow girl could slither out of her grip. She attempted to dash at Domina again, only for Lettie to recover in an instant, snag Reignbeau by her hair, and hurl her into the distance with one smooth motion.
 
Lettie split in two, one version of her bolting after the rainbow girl, the other teleporting over to Domina, whom the other Omnys were gathering around.
 
“What the fuck is going on?” Megan said, now fully recovered. She turned to her red-haired Splinter. “What the fuck did you do?”
 
Domina glowered down at her other self. “I didn’t do anything.” She turned to the other three. “You all know I haven’t done jack shit since we did the reset. I stick to my own world precisely so I don’t have you self-righteous cunts knocking down my door.”
 
“Well, she seems awfully convinced you did something to us, in some past timeline,” said Lettie.
 
“Like what?” said Demi. “I don’t remember her at all.”
 
“Yeah, me neither,” said Lettie. “Not from before, and not since making you.” She winced and staggered a bit.
 
Demi reached out and caught her. “Mom? Can we help?”
 
“Dunno. She’s tough. She—” she winced again. The group turned to watch the fight in the distance, as Lettie threw down with Reignbeau with her other body. It was an impressive display of martial prowess, the two jetting through the void to strike and grapple and throw and parry and dodge and block in a series of lightning-quick hit-and-run tactics. It was clear, however, that Reignbeau was doing more damage, landing more hits while dodging more of Lettie’s strikes.
 
Lettie frowned. “Boy, I need to actually concentrate on this. S’cuse me.” With that, her second body vanished, and she brought her full attention to the battle. And even still, the rainbow warrior had her on the defensive. Lettie’s embracing of physical action combined with her erratic imagination made her a natural talent when it came to Omnymphotent combat. But talent improperly trained was nothing against genuine battle experience. As the rainbow warrior adapted to fighting her slippery opponent, Lettie found herself unable to keep up. She tried splitting bodies and shifting forms, managing it by slipping even Reignbeau’s esoteric hold on her form, but every crack in the wall Lettie found, Reignbeau managed to clamp down on, without sacrificing her hold elsewhere. The rainbow girl forced the fight to remain a matter of eviscerating punches and kicks, and sheer willpower-fueled durability. Being Omnymphotents, the women were theoretically unrelenting, inexhaustible, capable of fighting for years straight and never tiring or taking real damage.
 
And yet, in true omnipotent combat, striking not just physically, but flexing their power across dimensions imperceptible to all but the cosmically aware, an Omny was capable of quickly beating another into submission, if they knew the trick to it. And within a matter of minutes, Lettie slipped up her defenses one too many times. With a savage blow to her fellow Omny’s chest, Reignbeau did what no other Omny had done to another since the current Omnyverse was formed: she knocked Lettie out cold.
 
Huffing from the effort, Reignbeau hauled Lettie’s unconscious form up by the collar. “Sorry, Colette. We’ll sort this all out when I’m done.”
 
“Hands off my Mom!” yelled Demi, lashing out with her whip. Without turning around, Reignbeau caught the end of it, and with a flex of her power, burned it to ash. She glanced to the half-Indian girl, and threw the unconscious Omny at her.
 
“Mom, huh?” she squinted at Demi. “Huh. I see it. You’re half Colette, and half some other woman I don’t recognize. It seems this reality might be more divergent than I thought.” She turned and glared at Domina. “Doesn’t change anything. She’s still the same to my eyes. Running off to some other dimension where she plays nice doesn’t change what she did.”
 
“Hold on!” said Wyllow, appearing in front of her with her hands up defensively. “Just chill out, will you? I really think you’re confused.”
 
Reignbeau cocked an eyebrow at her. “Cyl? You look… different.”
 
“That’s because I’m like her.” She nodded towards Demi. “I’m half-Cyl.”
 
Reignbeau frowned. “What the fuck have you all been doing in this reality?”
 
“We—”
 
Reignbeau cut her off. “Save it. You know what Cyl’s problem was? She was stupid enough to ask questions first, not second. The next person who tries to stop me is getting laid out like Colette.”
 
Wyllow tightened her grip on her sword. Reignbeau scoffed and motioned towards Lettie. “Please. You probably couldn’t beat the ditz in a real fight, you really think you’re walking away from a second round with me?”
 
Wyllow was about to raise her sword to try, when suddenly, the omnipotent women all flinched. The iridescence of the void around them momentarily shifted to utter darkness, as if all the light in the universe flickered off at once. And then the darkness was gone, leaving only a telltale shiver of cosmic chill, and a new woman who had emerged from the black.
 
***
 
Demi and Wyllow looked behind Reignbeau, eyebrows raising in surprise. Reignbeau whirled to see a face, both familiar and not. A Korean woman with long white hair, her body cloaked in pure shadow, crimson energy wings trailing from her back. She stared at Reignbeau with two differently glowing eyes. The right was a human eye, the iris glowing golden like the sun. The left was a viper’s eye, glowing crimson, and surrounded by a red, triangular scar.
 
“Cyl?” said Reignbeau. “So you are here. What the hell is that on your face?”
 
Cyl’s expression was stoic as she lifted her hand and pointed a finger at her. Before Reignbeau could react, a lance of crimson light shot from the tip and impaled her through the heart, cutting through her cosmic defenses like butter. Instantly, the rainbow warrior crumbled like a puppet whose strings had been cut, hanging off the energy needle limply.
 
“Wh-what the—the fuck—” Reignbeau tried to clutch at her chest, but her arms refused to move. Every attempt to use her power, even to alter her form to escape the needle, was ruthlessly and efficiently crushed down by the sheer overwhelming force and precision of the black-clad woman before her.
 
“You’re right, this whole punch first tactic is awfully efficient,” said Cyl, her expression and tone ice-cold. “But in my experience, it does very little to actually fix a given problem. Most of us are not the biggest fans of Domina, either, but she has done her part to create, and ensure the stability of, this current Omnyverse. None of us are without fault in our previous lives, and in creating this reality, we have wiped the slate clean. Domina has done nothing to deserve death since then. Even her world of pain and torture is composed of her own puppets, and only the very occasional mortal of exceptional wickedness is granted to her to torment. We leave her alone, and she leaves us alone in return. An unpleasant compromise, perhaps, but one that has served us all well enough so far.”
 
“There are… things that… can’t be… forgotten…” Reignbeau hissed. “I saw her… feed you all… to the Abyss… I saw her… steal the heart… of our universe… I saw her… turn everything… into a living hell… one that makes her… little playhouse here… a summer vacation… by comparison…”
 
The rainbow warrior managed to raise her head and glare at Cyl. With the strength of pure rage, she shakily managed to raise her hands to grasp the energy needle pinning her in place, trying fruitlessly to pull it out. “I don’t know… what happened to you… but if you’re… defending her… then…”
 
“Then nothing, you little bitch,” snarled Domina. The redhead imposed herself into the group, looming over the virtually paralyzed Reignbeau, and glaring at her with contempt. “The Abyss? I don’t even know what that is. Yes, in a past reality, I fought the original Five to the death over the fate of Earth, but that was another life, and I suffered my punishment then. But you talk as if I destroyed and remade an entire universe. I did no such thing. Even letting myself remember every past storyline our Author tried to come up with, that was never part of any past canon he attempted.”
 
She jabbed a finger at Cyl. “She, on the other hand, did destroy a universe, when she fought Shady in some asinine good-versus-evil roleplay. And yet, I don’t see you trying to kill her.”
 
Domina glanced up to Cyl, who gazed coolly back at her. Domina stared specifically at her red eye for a moment, but opted not to say anything, and looked back down at Reignbeau. In truth, she had to force herself not to shiver. Even with anger and confusion foremost in her mind at the moment, Domina was very, very aware that Cyl had just casually one-shot dropped the woman who had just been easily kicking the shit out of her. If the redhead had held any delusions that she was still potentially the strongest Omny, as she had been in that aforementioned timeline, she knew that was absolutely not true now.
 
Reignbeau’s expression, however, had shifted from just angry to angry and outright confused. “Who’s… Shady…? What… roleplay…?”
 
That gave everyone else pause. Even Domina’s anger seemed to abate as she traded glances with the rest. Cyl, frowning, looked to Reignbeau. “This is why you ask questions first. I think there’s a drastic misunderstanding here.”
 
***
 
Cyl kept Reignbeau pinned in place with the energy needle while she conferred with her fellows. Reignbeau, for her part, stopped fighting it, and let herself stay “shackled”, floating in the void as the others talked.
 
“Are you alright, Domina?” said Cyl.
 
The redhead stared at the white-haired woman warily. Despite the fact that she was a head taller and a bit broader than the other woman, used to looming over others with her sheer cosmic presence, Domina was feeling particularly humbled at the moment. Something had changed in the white-haired Omny before her. More than all the other Omnys around them, Cyl’s own sheer presence was a tangible force the rest could not simply ignore, and it was clear she wasn’t pushing her power for the effect.
 
“I will be fine,” Domina answered curtly.
 
“Jeez, she must have knocked you silly,” mumbled Lettie, who was coming around. “Anyone else’d sucker punched ya like, you’d be trying to string their guts across your world.” Lettie shifted herself from lying down to standing up, relative to the rest, with Demi helping steady her. She took a breath before standing up tall. “Man, she is one tough sonnuva bitch. Er, daughteruva bitch.” She looked up and touched her chin in thought. “Or is that just a bitch?”
 
“Well, she didn’t knock you any sillier, at least,” said Demi, a little relieved smile on her lips. She hugged her.
 
“Aw, it’s nice you still care about your dear old mom,” said Lettie, ruffling her fusion-daughter’s hair. She looked to Cyl, grinning. “Motherhood’s nice, isn’t i—” She froze as she noticed Cyl’s eye. She teleported right up to the other woman, her face inches from the scar. “Oh, no. Cyl? Cylly? What did you do?”
 
Cyl gently pushed her back. “Nothing you need to worry about.”
 
“Like hell! Cyl! It’s the Mark! It took resetting the universe to get it off you, why is it back?!”
 
Cyl held up a hand in a calming gesture. “It’s fine. The Dark God and I came to an arrangement during my last excursion. It’s not as bad as you think.”
 
“It isn’t fine, Mother,” said Wyllow, giving her a stern pout, and putting her hands on her hips. “My eyes looking a bit like the Mark freaked you out so badly, you had to go gallivanting outside the Omnyverse to find yourself, or whatever. You were free of it, and now you’ve got it back?”
 
Cyl sighed, and put a hand to her forehead. “Things out there are… complicated. Suffice to say the Dark God is… well, It’s not our enemy anymore. It’s not an ally, but we’re at an armistice.”
 
Wyllow’s brow furrowed. “I thought we already were? It already leaves us alone if we leave It alone, right?”
 
“If we stayed in the Omnyverse, that was true, but once outside of it, we were open targets for Its forces. Some of Temael’s Generals were pretty pissed off we got away in that one timeline, and they’ve come after me on occasion, mostly to gain clout or to curry favor, I think. I made a deal to lift our bounty, so to speak, in exchange for helping secure Its defenses against something even worse.”
 
“Worse than Temael?” said Demi.
 
“Even the Dark God isn’t the top of the totem pole,” said Cyl.
 
Another glance was shared between the others. Lettie was the first to break the tension. With a smile, she clapped Cyl on the shoulder. “I trust ya, Cylly. You’ve always looked out for us.”
 
Cyl smiled softly and put her hand over Lettie’s. “Thank you.”
 
Wyllow sighed and came over to give her a hug. “As long as you’re okay.”
 
“I am. I promise. And thank you for looking after things while I’m out.” She pet Wyllow’s hair for a moment, and gave Demi an appreciative look, too.
 
“Any time,” said Wyllow.
 
Cyl turned to Domina. “I’m sorry. I understand if you want to see this through, but perhaps it would be best if you’re not here to rile her up.”
 
Domina sighed. “At this point, I am genuinely more confused than angry. I don’t remember her at all.”
 
Megan, who’d been hanging around off to the side, spoke up. “I’ve been scanning the whole Omnyverse to see where she might have come from. I don’t sense any entry points through the dimensional barriers, no slip-ins through the Meta, and I can’t detect any new Ascensions. It’s like she just appeared out of thin air.”
 
Cyl frowned in thought. “A new Omny from nowhere?”
 
Reignbeau cut in. “I’m not… from nowhere… I remember… an old life…”
 
Cyl flicked a finger at her, and the red needle sparked. Reignbeau still mostly couldn’t move, but she could speak more easily now, and turn her head a little. She looked to the group apologetically. “Whew. Look, I… I don’t know what the fuck is going on. The last thing I remember, Domina had converted the entire universe into Hell, and used an army of super-demons to murder most of the other Omnys. It came down to me, Colette, Cyl, Aqua, Daynah, and Dini at the end there. Domina had some insane power-up from pledging to help feed other realities to the Abyss, in exchange for her universe being spared. We tried to overthrow her, and she hurled us into the Abyss. Next thing I knew, I was floating in this weird void thing we’re in now. I scanned around, and detected Domina, and I just gunned for her.”
 
Another round of shared glances. Cyl stepped closer to her. “None of us remember that. The closest events I can think of are our failed attack on Temael in one timeline, and the Five’s battle with Domina in another.”
 
“Who’s Temael?”
 
“A Dark God that is Its own universe, and who steals living planets into Itself.” Cyl touched the triangular scar around her crimson eye. “This is Its Mark.”
 
“What does It do with the planets? Eat them?”
 
“No. Collects them. The people of those planets become Its subjects in Its custom reality.”
 
Reignbeau snorted. “Sounds like a pussy bitch compared to the Abyss.”
 
Lettie spoke up, “Well, none of us have even heard of the Abyss.”
 
Cyl spoke up. “It’s another sentient reality, like Temael, but on a grander scale. If Temael were the size of an atom, the Abyss would be the size of a galaxy. It feeds on entire universes for sustenance, a cosmic ameba gobbling everything up in its path. Helping Temael secure Its own barriers against the Abyss is part of the deal we made.”
 
Domina snorted derisively. “Sounds like this other me I don’t remember being was trying to save her reality from an otherwise inevitable fate.”
 
Reignbeau scowled at her. “That might have been laudable if she didn’t remake our world into an infinite Hellscape.”
 
Domina grunted. “Well, I have resolved not to repeat such mistakes. If you’d taken the time to actually look, you’ll see that, as much as I might want to do otherwise, I do adhere to the Etiquette.”
 
“The Etiquette?”
 
“A pact of general non-interference,” said Cyl. “You should have been informed of it intuitively when you got here, but I suppose you were too tunnel-visioned on your revenge.”
 
Reignbeau took a moment to think it over. “Oh. Ah. Okay.” She looked to the others, and finally took the time to really cast out her senses, and observe the Omnyverse in full. “Um, jeez. Okay. Um. Shit.”
 
Cyl held up a hand. “Can I trust you to not start swinging?”
 
“Yeah. Yeah, I get it. This isn’t what I thought it was.”
 
The crimson energy needle vanished from Reignbeau’s chest, and the warrior woman righted herself immediately. Everyone but Cyl tensed up, Domina in particular, but Reignbeau kept her distance and tried to relax her stance as much as possible. She hesitated, then bowed a bit at Domina. “I’m sorry.”
 
Domina drew herself up to loom again, even though she knew perfectly well she would lose in another fight with the newcomer. “I will overlook the offense this time, but only because it is clear to me there are circumstances to this beyond our control. But I don’t want to see you in my world ever again.”
 
“We really need to put a defense grid around your planet,” muttered Megan.
 
Domina looked to Cyl and glared at her. “If Apoclypha comes under attack one more time, we are going to demand a reassessment of the Etiquette. I will not suffer these continued aggressions without recompense.”
 
“Understood,” said Cyl.
 
“Alright then,” said Domina. She motioned to Megan. “Come on.” The two vanished back to their world, to debate whether the new trench should be fixed, or if it lent itself well enough to the general apocalyptic ambiance of the place.
 
“Uh, well, if you got this, Cyl, I guess we’re not needed anymore?” said Demi. “Unless you want us around for moral support?” She glanced to Wyllow. “Or you want some mom time.”
 
Wyllow frowned. “We can catch up later, Mother. I’m not sure what your itinerary is, but please, talk to Whitney soon. She misses you, and she’s going to want to know about the Mark.”
 
“I was planning on it. I only just got back. Tell her I’ll swing by soon.”
 
“Alright. We’ll see you around, Mother.” And with that, Wyllow and Demi vanished.
 
Lettie shifted a little awkwardly. “Um… I, uh… I guess I don’t really have much to add myself, so I’ll just, um, head out…” She looked to Reignbeau and shrugged with a grin. “Unless you wanted to try reliving some fun times with me that I don’t remember?”
 
“We weren’t lovers,” said Reignbeau, though she smirked. “But I’ll look you up later if I’m feeling nostalgic.”
 
“Cool. Laters!” And with that, she vanished, too.
 
Reignbeau turned to Cyl, who was staring into the distance, lost in thought. “So, uh, I guess I’m here now. I don’t really know what to do or where to go. But you say you’re out there, fighting the Abyss?”
 
Cyl glanced over to her. “I haven’t fought it directly myself, but yes, I’ve helped in protecting some realities from its advance. But there are other forces and entities out there I’ve come into conflict with.”
 
Reignbeau grinned ruefully and punched her fist into her palm. “Well, if you’re willing to have me, I’d love to join you out there. You guys have a nice, cozy set-up in this place, but it ain’t my style to rest on my laurels when there’s asses that need kicking.”
 
Cyl smiled slightly. “I can tell. But I just got back again, and I would like to reconnect with my people for a bit.”
 
“Understood,” said Reignbeau. “So, uh, I guess I’ll just hang out on, uh, Thrae, was it?”
 
“Actually, there’s someone I would like you to meet. I think he may be able to shed some light on your situation.”
 
“Oh?”
 
“You probably gleaned it when you scanned the Omnyverse, but you are aware we’re fictional?”
 
Reignbeau crossed her arms. “Not from where I’m standing.”
 
“Relatively speaking, of course.”
 
The rainbow warrior frowned. “Yeah. I’m not sure I like that idea very much. But I guess it is what it is.”
 
“I think it’s the answer to why you’ve appeared. None of us remember your old story, or timeline, as it were. Those of us here are the culminations of our author’s ideas for us up to the point we performed the Big Bang and reset everything. Which means, if you come from a timeline we don’t remember, and you don’t remember fundamental things about our history, and you aren’t an Ascended native to our present Omnyverse, then you were made after the reset as a new external Omny.”
 
“Sure. Makes sense.”
 
“Which means there’s only one way you could exist.”
 
“I’m not sure I like what you’re implying.”
 
“I’m not sure I do, either. So, let’s go ask him about it.”
 
***
 
Salamando was sitting in a tavern, in the tiny mountain village dimension that served as his personal abode. Typing away at an e-ink typewriter, he was the only patron present, and only one of two people in the building. A pretty girl in a green frock stood at the bar, watching the television, but dutifully watching for when the writer needed his drink filled. She didn’t pester him otherwise, letting the man ruminate on his work. At the moment, he was staring at the words on the screen, trying to decide where next to take the scene.
 
Two of his characters made the decision for him. He’d gotten used the Omnys just appearing around him, so he didn’t flinch when Cyl and Reignbeau materialized on the other side of the table. He did, however, shift a bit, as his cock started to swell from their presence. He was used to this, too, but he had no control over his sex drive when the Omnys came calling. He managed to at least keep his face from flushing.
 
“Hello, ladies,” he said, leaning back in his chair and closing the typewriter’s top. He glanced to Cyl and a worried expression crossed his face when he noticed the Mark of Temael. She offered him a slight smile, and sent a notion of reassurance towards him. There was no need for him to feel guilty over her own free choices.
 
On the other hand, the rainbow haired girl’s appearance was something not so reassuring. Sal looked to her. She looked back, glancing him over with an unimpressed smirk. She looked to Cyl. “So this guy made us?”
 
“Technically. He’s just an avatar, but he represents our Author in as much as any avatar can.”
 
“Hmm…” Reignbeau winked at Sal, and his clothes vanished, his cock springing free to greet the new omnipotent nymphomaniac. She glanced down again, and Sal let out a gasp, gripping the sides of the table as her mere attention sent waves of pleasurable ripples through every nerve in his body. In seconds, Sal jerked, and a thick rope of semen shot so high, it hit the ceiling! Reignbeau let him writhe in her spell of pleasure and licked the air in a show of tasting his erotic essence. She coaxed a drop of his seed to land on her tongue, savoring it before swallowing, shivering a bit at the pleasurable feedback of erotic energy from his climax. “Mmm… not bad, actually.” She winked at him again, and cut the pleasure waves, letting Sal sag back in his seat, gasping as his spunk ran down his torso, and dripped off the rafters back onto himself.
 
Cyl rolled her eyes, and with a flick of her finger, the redhead’s semen was vanished. She didn’t bother returning his clothes, though. Sal quickly caught his breath, a benefit to having his body boosted to peak health by his own horny creations. He shifted up in his seat, ignoring his still throbbing erection, to look Reignbeau in the eye.
 
“Hello yourself,” he said, a bit warily.
 
“Sal, this is Reignbeau. She’s new. Very, very new.”
 
“Okay?”
 
The new girl nodded. “So new, it seems, that none of the other Omnys remember me, and apparently my Old Canon or whatever doesn’t seem to have been factored into this one.”
 
Sal’s brown furrowed. “How do you mean?”
 
With a glance, Cyl psychically updated Sal on the situation, even as Reignbeau took in the whole of his mind, learning more about him than he knew about himself. The rainbow haired warrior smirked at him.
 
“This would be the kind of guy to make girls like us, huh?”
 
“Are you complaining?” said Cyl, giving her a sly smile back.
 
“Hmm… no, not really.” She glanced at his cock again, and Sal winced as it briefly surged so hard, it almost hurt! “I’ll show my appreciation later.”
 
“S-so what did you two want?” he said, breath heavy.
 
“We wanted to know what this meant,” said Cyl, gesturing to Reignbeau. “It implies your creative impulses have more influence over this world than you may have let on.”
 
Sal frowned. “I’m just his Avatar. I don’t really have any sway, myself. But you know as well as I do that he still pens all our words. He lets you pretend you’re in control, but we all know deep down that even if he lets you Omnys ‘write yourselves’, he’s still the one who chooses what makes it to the page.”
 
“But you still have some insight as to what he’s thinking, right?” said Cyl.
 
Sal shook his head. “It’s not like a direct pipeline. I’m not even connected to him the same way the Splinters are connected to each other. But I can glean things he lets me glean, or at least lets slip.”
 
He looked to Reignbeau. “I didn’t personally think of you, or your backstory. I know the real Salamando jerked off to a few pictures of sexy girls with rainbow hair a few times. It’s possible that made an impression, and that impression became a kernel of inspiration that eventually blossomed into you.” He held up his hands in a “letting go of the wheel” gesture. “Even if Real Sal has truly left this universe to its own devices, there’s no telling what other kernels of inspiration might eventually manifest in some way here.”
 
He sagged back again and looked at the folded typewriter, a serious look crossing his face. Even despite his body’s surging reactions in the presence of two Omnys, a dark glower passed over his face. “Or when he might ultimately decide to pull the plug for real.”
 
Cyl vanished and reappeared in the chair next to him, putting a hand over his. “Hey. I trust him by now. He’s given us a solid foundation to grow from. Even if he lets us go completely, the Omnyverse is founded, and entrenched into the dreamscape of the human mind, beyond just his own. By his own decree, we’ve been given this space, made inviolable forever.”
 
Sal looked up to her, concern again on his face. He reached out with his other hand, and cupped her left cheek, running his thumb gently over the scar. “I’m sorry I made you with the need to bear burdens.”
 
She cupped his other hand in her own as well. “I’m not. Not anymore. I think you were right, it gives me dimension, and I’d rather have that than just being another dime-a-dozen cosmic hedonist. So, don’t feel bad about it.”
 
There was an almost awkward pause, then Sal decided to go for it. He leaned over, and she met him in a kiss. Not sensual, or chaste, but an intimate expression of appreciation for each other.
 
Reignbeau’s eyebrows raised, and she looked to the side, smiling a bit in amusement. “Yeesh, how schmaltzy.”
 
The other two pulled away and chuckled. Sal motioned downward. “Feel free to show that appreciation any time.”
 
Reignbeau let out a bark of a laugh. “I’m pretty sure putting one mortal between to Omnys still kills them.”
 
Sal smirked. “I’m a bit tougher than most mortals on that front.”
 
“Ballsy boy,” she said. And then she was between his legs, grasping his cock and eyeing it studiously. Despite his bravado, Sal jerked and gasped, and found himself clutching at Cyl’s arms.
 
Cyl chuckled, and kissed Sal again, this time with passion, just as Reignbeau fastened her lips on the swollen head of his cock. A powerful, heart-stopping bolt of energy passed between the two women’s lips, his body a conduit for a surge of their Erotic Essence, and he came at once, so hard he very nearly did die!
 
But the two didn’t let him, forcing him to stay with them as he pumped an inhuman amount of semen down Reignbeau’s throat, in a climax that lasted for several minutes straight. When they finally released him, Sal was comatose, lying limply in Cyl’s arms, even as his cock still throbbed at full mast in Reignbeau’s grip.
 
Reignbeau grinned up at Cyl. “You’d think a porn author would give his self-insert a little more stamina.”
 
“He’s into overwhelming femdom, if you hadn’t noticed.”
 
“I got that impression, yeah. In that case, I think I’ll take him for a spin.”
 
Cyl pursed her lips. “You planning on being nice or mean?”
 
Reignbeau laughed. “Hey, I might punch with the force of a falling moon, but I know when to put on the mortal gloves.”
 
“Alright. Come find me when you’re done, and we can get you more acclimatized.”
 
“Sounds good.”
 
And with that, Cyl vanished. Reignbeau teleported herself and Sal to his bedroom, laying him down, and shedding her own clothes as she kneeled between his spread legs. She poked his cock, giving it a little zap that jolted Sal awake.
 
He looked up at her, then glanced around, then back at her a little warily. “Guess we’re not done.”
 
“That was barely the foreplay,” she said. She shifted her body, and her flesh passed through his like a ghosts, until she got herself in the proper position. She solidified again, but as she did so, two copies of her split off from her body. One pushed Sal flat onto the bed and mounted his face, the other grabbed Sal’s cock and drew it back into her mouth, even as her main body slid his cock inside her tight, hot pussy, her two bodies moving through each other even as Sal solidly felt them both. Sal started licking with practiced instinct at the pussy pressing against his face, even as he moaned loudly at the overlapping sensations on his cock. It was enough to trigger another orgasm, except this time, she did that wicked trick that drove him absolutely nuts. Instead of cumming, he found his body forced to hover indefinitely on the razor’s edge of climax! He whimpered, even as he moved to please her multiple bodies.
 
“Don’t worry,” the body atop his faced said huskily. “I’m not going to torment you with tease-and-denial the whole time. But boys have a hard time keeping up when I’m making them spunk constantly. I’ll give you one orgasm for each one you give me. But you’ve gotta work for it, not just lay there and let me use you.” So saying, she ran her fingers through his hair and pushed his mouth firmly against her sex, even as her two other bodies moved faster on his already desperate cock!
 
***
 
Satisfied that Reignbeau was going to at least take it easier on Sal than Shady or Megan might, Cyl shifted herself to a different Omny World, this one belonging to a lover she had neglected longer than she intended.
 
She found Whitney sitting and reading a book in front of a roaring fireplace, in the depths of her Mansion Labyrinth. The elegant blonde in white looked up to see her absentee lover and was on her feet at once. She stopped short as she saw the Mark of Temael emblazoned on Cyl’s face. She frowned deeply and strode right up to her, cupping her cheek and pulling her close.
 
“My sweet love, you appear to have something in your eye,” she said with a cold tone, though her touch was gentle.
 
Cyl turned into her hand, cupping it with her own, and kissed the palm. She pulled Whitney close and kissed her deeply, letting the erotic energy pass between them. Whitney shivered and kissed her back, fiercely, but after a few moments, broke it off, pushing her back. She stared at the Mark again.
 
“I assume there was a good reason?”
 
“Yes.” A flicker of psychic thought passed between them, and Whitney knew more than Cyl had told the others.
 
The elegant blonde’s features softened, as she came to grips with the situation. “Will there be consequences for this? For us?”
 
“No.”
 
“Are you sure?”
 
“I promise.”
 
“And what about you? A deal was done, but those who work for Temael don’t get to walk away.”
 
“Our situation is different. This arrangement was made in the Meta.”
 
“Still…”
 
Cyl kissed her again, and this time, Whitney let the kiss run its full course. Their clothes dissolved, and they slipped their legs between each other to grind their clits against their thighs, as their tongues caressed and coiled together. The mystic pleasure circuit looped between their mouths and groins, making both women moan and writhe together, until they cried out and shuddered in joint climax.
 
As per the usual safety measures, Whitney’s world was keyed to react to the forces of two Omnys in orgasm, and the world froze around them, letting the shockwaves of cosmic bliss wash over the land without allowing damaging side-effects. The denizens and visitors of Whitney’s Mansion would find themselves flush with sudden, intense arousal, some to the point of instantly climaxing, but only the once, in the moment after time resumed.
 
The two women weren’t satisfied with just that, of course. With a thought, Cyl pulled them back to the Planar Void, where they could make love unimpeded. The two turned in place until their mouths met each other’s clits, and they licked and sucked at each other with a sensual hunger, letting the mystic pleasure circuit flow with enhanced intensity. Several climaxes later, each orgasm sending out increasingly powerful shockwaves of devastating force, they switched positions again.
 
Cyl morphed her body to a male form, and took Whitney from behind with his sizable cock. Several more intense climaxes, and they switched again, Whitney turning male as Cyl turned female. Whitney pulled Cyl’s legs up so that they rested on his shoulders, and he thrust his cock into her like a relentless piston. Several more climaxes, and Whitney resumed being female. The two women kissed and ground their clits together, and let the circuit flow at the highest intensity yet, until finally, their physical forms couldn’t take anymore, and their final climax detonated their bodies in a miniature supernova of cosmic passion.
 
Cyl managed to coalesce herself back together in merely an hour, shaking the disorienting effects of the Energy Climax off faster than she ever had before. Despite this, it still left her more rattled than she cared for, even as she stilled her mind to soak in the afterglow of sex. She slowly nudged Whitney’s essence to coalesce and recover quicker then normal as well, holding and soothing the blonde’s body once it reformed, though she let her lover’s mind ease back into focus at a natural pace. The effort at least helped Whitney enjoy the process more than the last time they’d exploded like this. The Energy Climax of two or more Omnys in ultimate orgasm was pleasure impossible to describe, but the cool down left them strung out like a bad hangover. Still, sometimes, they couldn’t resist going for it, when their passions could not be contained.
 
Finally, they returned to the Mansion, lying in Whitney’s grand four-poster bed. The two kissed softly between little catnaps, neither in a hurry to be anywhere as they slept off the after-effects of their unhindered passions.
 
Finally, when they were both at full lucidity, Cyl sat up and stretched, looking down at her lover with a soft smile. “Sorry to leave you hanging for so long.”
 
“Mmm… worth it, my dear.” Whitney sat up and gave her one last quick kiss, then floated herself off the bed, cleaning and dressing herself with a thought. “Still, I would like to have a few days of not-just-sex companionship with you, if you can spare it.” She turned and smiled. “Maybe even a catch up day with our daughter?”
 
Cyl smiled back. “I’d like that. Consider me on vacation for at least the next month.” She floated up and dressed herself as well, switching to a rather skimpy rendition of a red kimono. She even made the effort to hide the Mark, making her left eye match her right one, both glowing softly gold.
 
“Glad to hear it,” Whitney said. She noticed the attempt to cover the Mark; although she could still perceive it if she wished, the illusion of its absence was nonetheless appreciated. Even still, she didn’t want her lover to feel unduly pressured. “You really don’t have to hide it from us. The connotations are a bit different now.”
 
“Thanks, but, honestly, I think its best not to be flashing it as an ugly reminder around everyone. I’ll just consider it my war paint for when I’m on the job. When I’m off the clock, I’ll stick to my old look.” Cyl paused, then grinned a bit. “Er, new-old look. You know what I mean.”
 
“Indeed.”
 
The two women teleported off to find something exciting to do together on the hub world of Thrae. Cyl took one last glance across the Omnyverse to see how Reignbeau and Sal were doing. She could see them in Sal’s house, sitting and talking. Reignbeau seemed to have used him to her satisfaction, and now, Sal was regaling her with tales of his non-erotic worlds, which she seemed to be taking a keen interest in.
 
Reignbeau caught her gaze across the dimensions, and glanced back, giving Cyl a wink. She was an interesting new addition to their group indeed. Even though she wasn’t planning on going anywhere for a while, Cyl was looking forward to seeing what Reignbeau could bring to her adventures beyond the Meta.
 
END