Jax In Between

NOTE: This story takes place between A Separate Solution and The Return of Kat.

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Megan grit her teeth as she strained against his grip, refusing to yield to him, even as he made her whole body light up with pleasure. Every thrust of his cock seemed to fire a lightning bolt of pure ecstasy right through her core, coaxing her to simply melt into him and be swept away. But she was a tough nut to crack. As good as it felt, she just couldn’t totally let go of herself, couldn’t quite reach her best climax, if she wasn’t the one on top.

 

Figuratively speaking, anyway. As an Omnymphotent, physical position was relative. Even as she let her lover pin her down and power his hips against her with steady, relentless passion, she focused her Erotic Energies into her core, squeezing his cock with a divine pressure that made him shudder, made his grip tremble, and threatened to make him explode before he was ready.

 

Jax grit his teeth, struggling to maintain control. Although they were equally powerful, it was possible he could have, if he’d cared only about getting his way, outlasted her. But he was there for her pleasure as much as his, and he knew she would fight for dominance the whole way. And so, he struggled only as much as it was still fun for the both of them. At some point, however, the conflict reached a point where Megan’s temper threatened to flare and turn this into a real fight. As good as he made her feel, she refused to compromise.

 

And so, when that moment came, Jax found himself buckling as her power surged through him, overwhelming him with so much pleasure, he couldn’t maintain his stance. He curled over her, and his grip on her body slipped, and his thrusting became unsteady. She seized the moment, yanked her wrists out of his hands, only to clamp her own hands around his wrists. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and extended tendrils of her power into his body, taking full control of his movements. He resumed a steady thrusting, out of his control, but exactly how she wanted it. Even though he was still on top of her, she was now in charge, and he was just along for the ride!

 

She tried to prevent him from reaching orgasm, seeking total control as she always did. And if Jax had been another of her mortal lovers, he would have been truly unable to resist her at all. But that was one thing he could at least keep in his own power, pushing through her attempts to block him. He came inside her, firing concentrated bursts of pure euphoric bliss along with his seed, filling her with an erotic overcharge of stimulation. Still focused on controlling his whole body, while he only had to concentrate on enjoying his pleasure and enhancing hers, Megan snarled as she gave in quicker than anticipated, and shrieked in her own climax, her body shuddering beneath him. She still maintained her grip, controlling his thrusts so that, if she must allow him to dictate when she came, it would still be only as she wished it.

 

Her own climax squeezed his cock with a similar overcharge of stimulation, extending his release, and attempting to overwhelm him with post-orgasm torment. He was not so fragile as that, however, and he held on through her surge of power, continuing to use his organ to overcharge hers. The couple clutched each other in a knot of flesh so tightly wound, they could have crushed a planet flat between them, if they’d made themselves big enough.

 

They felt the play of energy rise higher, and higher, the pleasure washing away their senses as they started to boil over towards a dangerous level of cosmic conflagration. If they kept going, their bodies would break down, atomize, and the Energies would blend together, ripple through one another, and explode with the force of a supernova.

 

But just before that critical limit could be reached, Jax pulled himself back, forcing his Erotic Energies to back down with a monumental effort. Almost to her chagrin, Megan followed his lead, shaking herself off from the brink. Their physical bodies were still cumming together, bucking and writhing against each other, locked at the hips. But they forced themselves to cool, shivering through their physical climaxes like the aftershocks of their more esoteric release.

 

Until they finally collapsed together, pulled apart, and lay holding each other. At some point, by instinct, they had shifted into the Planar Void, incase they hadn’t been able to stop themselves from reaching the Energy Climax. Now, they shifted back to Megan’s bedroom, in her tower in Apoclypha. She snuggled against him, curling against his side as he put an arm over her.

 

She ran her fingers over his chest. “Shady wouldn’t have let herself slip at the end,” she said.

 

Jax cocked an eyebrow at her. “No, she wouldn’t have. But I’m not her.”

 

“I know. That’s my point.” She sat up and shifted into a crosslegged position next to him. He slid up as well, leaning against the headboard. “Can’t be too careful with her, you know. Just because she Splintered you off doesn’t mean she wouldn’t still take your form again and pretend to be you to try to get in the sack with me.”

 

Jax chuckled. “Yeah, I wouldn’t put it past her. But I’m me. She’s off pestering Devi right now.”

 

Megan nodded, not joining the chuckle. She gave him a studious gaze. “How does it feel?”

 

Jax shrugged. “I don’t know. I feel fine, I suppose.”

 

“Just fine?”

 

“What, is that weird?”

 

“No, but you’re the only other Splinter so far. I’d like to compare notes. Domina and I always still feel each other in our heads. We’re distinct, but we’re always connected. Is it the same with you?”

 

He frowned in thought. “I don’t know. I can contact her whenever, and sometimes I pick up her thoughts, and vice versa. But in a lot of ways, it’s like she’s already moved on from worrying about it. I’d say we’re definitely not psychically in each other’s business all the time like you two are.”

 

“Guess she scratched the itch,” said Megan.

 

Jax’s frown maintained. “Yeah. She got all caught up in wanting to procreate, but that’s just because she felt left out from the others Mingling. Once she made me, the novelty wore off quick.” He shrugged and gave a small smile. “I guess she also didn’t really want to be a Mom, precisely. Having a sibling worked out better; we can mind our own businesses and hang out when we feel like it. So good call on that.”

 

Megan nodded. “Do you feel like she just dumped you out here on your own?”

 

“I mean, I’m not some helpless kid. I have all of Shady’s memories, and I’m just as omnipotent as the rest of you. I just have a different outlook, I guess.” He thought it over again. “I don’t know. It is kinda weird. I’m Shady, but I’m not. When we Splintered, she had this other person in mind, of what a real brother would be like. Or what she thinks she might have been expected to be as a man. I think that’s what I’m supposed to be.”

 

Megan nodded, pulling up one leg to rest her chin on her knee. “I suppose, even by Splinter standards, I’m weird.”

 

“Technically, you’re the first, so you should set the precedent.”

 

“I mean, by Salamando’s original concept. Splinters are supposed to be secondary forms that become independent. In my case, I was the original, then I became Domina, but then Domina felt nostalgic about me, and took my form again, and then suddenly, my old self is back in her own body. So technically, I’m the Splinter now, even though I was the original.”

 

Jax shrugged again. “If we’re going by some old, out-of-date standard, I don’t follow the trend, either. Jax wasn’t a role Shady took that wanted to be his own person. Shady took male form before, but there wasn’t a separate personality there, really. I only came about because she very deliberately wanted to make a new person from herself.”

 

“True.” They sat there for another minute, before the silence got a bit awkward. Megan turned and slid off the bed, cleaning her body and materializing some clothes onto herself. The red denim pants and jacket and black shirt she’d gotten accustomed to as her standard look, as well as the glasses she no longer needed, but gave her that cute nerd girl look.

 

Jax did likewise, giving himself a simple get up of black shorts and a blue shirt. He made a point to stretch, accidentally-on-purpose flexing his muscles for Megan to admire. She did so out of the corner of her eye, not outwardly admitting she’d looked, but they both knew she’d liked the show.

 

“Well,” said Jax. “I appreciate you seeing me, all things considered.”

 

Megan shrugged. “You intrigued me. Like I said, you’re the only other Splinter.”

 

He gave her a sly smile. “I hope that wasn’t quite the only reason.”

 

“Well, you were a form of Shady, so you’ll forgive me for hesitating to be charmed.” She smirked. “But yes, you’re rather hot, if that’s the compliment you were fishing for.”

 

“I won’t deny it.” He glanced around the room, taking in Megan’s domicile. On the inside, it looked cozy enough, a large, round room atop a great, looming tower. Old grey brick and dark wooden rafters and floorboards made the modern furniture and appliances, such as the large four-poster bed and the state of the art gaming PC set up to the side, stand out anachronistically. The room was definitely clear of the overt grime and gore typical of Apoclypha, but he knew that outside, there was a post-apocalyptic hellscape filled with mortal suffering and demonic predation. Rusty, blood-stained spikes filled the immediate area around the tower’s base, sparking with mystical lightning just to make sure no mortals even thought about trying to get in. Not that they would have been a problem if they had, which is what made the whole set-up a gratuitous display.

 

It was ultimately all decoration and simulation, of course. A thematic playground for the Omny who’d built it. As Shady, he hadn’t minded it, but as himself, Jax found the aesthetic slightly off-putting. He knew Megan mainly stayed here out of her tighter connection to Domina, and the fact she was taking her time getting around to making a World of her own. Far be it from him to impose upon his fellow Omny’s life choices, but part of him couldn’t help but wish that maybe she’d get around to finding her own place sooner than later.

 

“Say,” he said. “You want to make this a regular thing?”

 

Megan paused and looked him over. “I suppose I wouldn’t be opposed. Long as you remember who’s really on top.”

 

“We’ll see.” He grinned. “Guess it might be a little predictable for the only two Splinters to hook up, huh?”

 

Megan gave a grunt of a laugh. “The Mingles hooked up, like, a couple weeks after they were made.” She paused then frowned, glancing him over again. “It occurs to me you’re going to be getting a lot of attention once you put yourself out there.”

 

Jax glanced himself over. “You think so?”

 

“A male Omny was never in Salamando’s plans. In fact, I’d say it goes entirely against our whole thematic conceit. It’ll be interesting to see how this shakes out.”

 

“A fair point. Although, I don’t know. I’m supposed to be a guy, I have a male body, but I’m not entirely sure how male I really feel, all things considered.”

 

“If you feel you’re still a woman, you can always change back. Maybe not to Shady, but to another female form. If you do, though, consider me uninterested in pursuing this further.”

 

Jax laughed. “Nah, I’m not having an identity crisis about it or anything. Just interesting to think about.”

 

“Sure.”

 

They stood for another few seconds until it was clear there wasn’t really anything left to say on the subject. Jax gave her a smile.

 

“Alright, I’ll get out of your hair. Send me a booty call whenever you’re in the mood.”

 

“Same,” said Megan. “Take care out there.”

 

And with that, Jax teleported away from Apoclypha, to find something, or someone, else to occupy his time.

 

***

 

Crawling through the vent shaft proved to be less difficult than assumed. It still wasn’t a pleasant experience. Brave Knight Sir Demi shoved open the grated cover, letting it crash onto the stone floor. The building was yet another bizarre mixture of rooms anachronistically bolted together. She’d just gone through what had looked like a modern hospital corridor, slipped through the vent, and found herself coming out into a grand medieval cathedral.

 

Her girlfriend sure liked her unconventional architecture. Demi wriggled out of the vent, mentally reconfiguring her enchanted leather armor to slim down enough to allow her passage. She wasn’t supposed to overtly use her powers to just bypass the level, no teleporting or phasing or punching down the walls, but she didn’t think Wyllow would mind if she made a few subtle adjustments so her outfit wouldn’t get hung up on the metal.

 

She tumbled out of the opening, hitting the black stonework in a perfect, sexy, three-point landing. She slid up to her feet, making sure to adjust the armor back into its normal shape. A well-cupped torso plate, flared shoulder pads, winged headband, and long boots and gauntlets complimented what could only be described as a leather string bikini. With her extremities protected, and the most vulnerable parts of her olive skin free to be ogled, Demi was the epitome of the practically dressed female warrior. Surely, there was no better outfit for battling a vampire goddess.

 

Speaking of, dropping down from an absurdly large stone throne with red cushioning, a platinum-blonde woman in a slinky black evening gown stood with sultry menace ahead. The outfit was a sensual silk that clung like body paint to her curves, the skirt slit high on both sides, the back exposed to allow for her new extra limbs: leathery wings, black on the exterior, but blood red on the inner membranes, matching her glowing red viper eyes.

 

The Vermillion Vampress Wyllow stood tall, hands on her hips, grinning wickedly down at her. “Kyahahahahahahaha!!! So you found me again, mortal? Your first mistake was not running when you had the chance!”

 

Demi smirked. “You’re terrible at this.”

 

Wyllow’s face fell a bit. “Cut me some slack, I’m usually the monster hunter, not the monster hunted.”

 

“We can trade places if you want.”

 

“Quit breaking character!”

 

Demi rolled her eyes, then held aloft an exotic sword etched with runes, which appeared out of no where into her hand. “Hark, yon demon! I come to end thee!”

 

“En guard then!”

 

The two young women lunged at each other, Demi leaping high in a physics-breaking arc, her magic trailing mystic light in a streak behind her, while Wyllow jetted forward, batwings spread wide, her nails extending into foot long blades.

 

“Well, this looks intense.”

 

The two Mingles paused their charge, instantly stopping in mid-air. They turned to the side while still hovering in place, to see a young black man looking at them from halfway down the row of pews, with arms crossed and eyebrow quirked.

 

“Oh, hey!” said Demi. “It’s Uncle Shady!” The two girls dropped to the floor, taking casual stances.

 

“Um, it’s Jax, actually.”

 

The two Mingles squinted at him a bit. “Ah, so it is,” said Wyllow. “My apologies.”

 

“Guess we’re not that distinct yet, huh?”

 

“Nah, we can see it now that you mention it,” said Demi. “Your Energy signature will get more distinct over time.”

 

“Good to know.” Jax shifted.

 

“So, what’s up?” said Wyllow, smiling sweetly.

 

“Just introducing myself to the neighborhood, I suppose,” said Jax. “I, uh, I’m not interrupting something important am I?”

 

The two giggled. “Nah, we were just roleplaying some,” said Demi. She waved her sword in the air, before making it vanish.

 

“It’s fun!” said Wyllow, furling her batwings into nonexistence. “You should join us sometime!”

 

“Sure,” said Jax. “Were you actually going to beat each other up?”

 

“Nah, just a little slap-slap-kiss,” said Wyllow with a grin. “That’s how these things usually end.”

 

“Yeesh, how do you guys not detonate every world you’re in?”

 

“Unlike our mothers, we have more restraint,” said Demi, smiling primly.

 

“I see.”

 

“Anyway! Enough about us. Let’s take a look at you!” Demi and Wyllow came up and looked him over, walking around him in opposite circles as they did so, before coming to a stop in front of him. “Hmm… so nobody would Mingle with poor Aunt Shady, huh?”

 

Jax smirked. “All things considered, I’m not sure I blame them.”

 

Wyllow shrugged, giving Demi a bemused look. “Eh, Lettie might have done it.”

 

“Lettie would do anything,” Demi confirmed with a nod.

 

“Are you calling your own mother a slut?” said Wyllow.

 

“We’re all sluts.”

 

“She’s a slut’s slut, though.”

 

“I suppose as her daughter I should be honor-bound to defend her good name, but you’re not wrong.”

 

Wyllow grinned, revealing she still had her vampire fangs. “We can pick up where we left off if you like.”

 

“I’m sure our guest would enjoy the catfight, but let’s be good hosts and offer him some refreshments first.”

 

Jax chuckled and held up his hands. “Don’t trouble yourselves, I shouldn’t have just bounced in unannounced. I can come back.”

 

Wyllow turned her sultry grin towards him. “Nonsense! You may as well stick around, now that you’re here.”

 

Demi smiled warmly. “Of course, if you really feel bad, you could make it up to us.”

 

Jax smirked, crossing his arms and standing fully straight. “And how ever would I do so, pray tell?”

 

The two girls giggled as they flanked him. “Perhaps a little demonstration,” said Wyllow. “Show us your moves, and if we’re impressed, we may invite you into our next game.”

 

Jax unfolded his arms, and held them up, hugging both young women to him. He shifted his body, starting to split off a duplicate so that each girl had a full body of him to grasp. But the two stopped him mid-split, pushing his halves together, until he was one body again, save for a broader torso, and two heads coming out of his shoulders. Each girl stood up on their tippy toes to kiss at the head on their side of his body, slowly pushing him back into one full form, until their own lips touched together against his.

 

They held him from either side, smiling as they pulled back. Demi said softly, “No need for that. There’s enough of you for both of us, I think.”

 

“You sure?” said Jax.

 

“Absolutely,” Wyllow said in a sultry whisper.

 

Jax’s breath grew a little heavier as even he realized two Omny girls at once was a bit more than he expected, especially considering they were two who had once been four. But as their energies extended over him, caressing his form, he realized their power wasn’t appreciably stronger than his own. He hugged them a bit more firmly to himself, and let his own power extend forth, tickling both their bodies with his own tender caresses.

 

The girls let out pleasing sighs and shivered against him. Each slid a hand to his crotch, where his penis stood ready to serve. Part of him still felt a bit strange at the feeling, the way arousal felt in a male body versus how it had been as a woman. Hotter, more concentrated, more focused perhaps, versus the wider sensual simmer of a woman’s heat. As their clothes all vanished off their bodies, and Demi and Wyllow’s soft, but firm hands wrapped around his sizable shaft, he felt a driving need to be inside both of them. Once again, he wanted to split off and have a body take each of them, but the way the two girls held him, they wanted a real threesome.

 

He obliged, kissing one on the lips as the other kissed his neck, then switching off. He let his hands trail down their backs and clutch their asses, as they stroked him together. Soon, they kneeled, and both of them took his cock between their mouths, sucking and licking and kissing each other around the head. He held the back of their heads, not forcing, but feeling their approval as he symbolically took charge. And a they serviced him orally, he extended his own Erotic Energies to target their pussies, sending stimulating vibrations and the sensations of expert fingers to coax their womanhoods towards an exquisite pleasure.

 

The two Mingles realized as they took him, felt his power thread into them just theirs did into him, a crucial difference between this man, and all their mortal male lovers. With him, they didn’t have to be gentle. As they worked him towards a powerful climax, and he pleasured them in turn, the two girls pulled away, pulled him down to the floor, and crawled over him. Demi mounted his face as Wyllow took his cock, moaning in deep pleasure as he licked and thrust to match the rocking of their hips. After a few seconds, the two girls switched places, instantly teleporting so Wyllow was astride his face and Demi was taking him inside. Another few seconds, and they switched again; soon, the girls were enjoying both ends of his body by flickering themselves back and forth between every other thrust.

 

Jax picked up on the trick, and attuned his efforts to match what each girl liked best, adapting the way he thrust up, and the way he licked, in perfect synch with each switch up. The three were soon a tight, tangled knot of twisting energies and manic grinding and thrusting, Jax’s moans matching the girls’ cries as they came together! He unloaded fully into each of them, the girls still flickering back and forth in mid-climax, perfectly in synch to a degree Jax didn’t even think he could have been with Shady!

 

And so, the three made love for several long days, their pleasures spiraling into a continuous high, until, despite their best efforts, the Energy Climax couldn’t be stalled any longer. Shifting into the Planar Void, they detonated together with a force that pinged off the senses of all their Progenitors.

 

As he coalesced his form together, Jax heard Shady’s chuckling in his head, congratulating him on giving as good as he got. Part of him smugly confirmed that of course he did, but that same part also wondered if that was the Shady still in him talking, or if he actually did feel that pride on his own.

 

***

 

He was the last to fully reconfigure, his body reforming between the two girls, who cuddled on either side of him. As was par for the course with succumbing to the supernova of Omnymphotent ecstasy, the “hangover” from the cosmic climax left him feeling rattled.

 

The two Mingles, however, seemed able to shake off the effects much quicker. Perhaps that was just one advantage of being two Omnys fused into one; they combined the experienced control of their mothers into one package. As a Splinter, Jax was only as capable as Shady herself had been with they had split.

 

Nonetheless, with the two Mingles soothingly holding him, he got his shit together faster than he expected. When he could think straight again, he sat up in the void, and Demi whisked them away to a nice tropical island on Thrae, uninhabited but for the three of them.

 

“Sorry, Jax,” said Demi, looking a bit sheepish. “We really got carried away there.”

 

“Yeah, we didn’t mean to overwhelm you,” said Wyllow. “It’s just… wow, you know?”

 

“First guy you didn’t have to treat with mortal gloves, huh?”

 

“Yeah.” Wyllow pat his shoulder. “How do you feel about that, by the way?”

 

Jax frowned. “I don’t know. I haven’t really been hung up on it, but maybe I just haven’t really had much time to worry on it.”

 

“Do you really think it’s something to worry about?” said Demi.

 

Jax scowled a bit. “Well, not really, but it keeps being put in front of my face.”

 

Demi smiled. “Sorry. It’s just intriguing. We’ve taken male form before, but not enough to Splinter it.”

 

Jax gave a small sigh. “Yeah. I know.” He glanced between them both. “So what’s it like for you two? In a lot of ways, I still feel like I’m if Shady suddenly decided to be someone else. But you both got two whole women in your past.”

 

The two mulled it over. It wasn’t really something they had discussed too thoroughly between themselves. Being both in the same circumstances, they understood each other pretty well, to the point the matter didn’t really need to be said with each other. “I guess…” said Wyllow. “It’s more stark for us. We have their memories all jumbled together, but the mixture of personality, it just sort of, I dunno. I feel like a daughter, if that makes sense. I feel like someone else, and that their memories are theirs, and I’m just sort of benefiting from the knowledge it gives me. You know?”

 

He nodded. “I guess that’s it. There’s a detachment, but I only have one set of memories to straighten out.”

 

“Yeah,” said Demi. “I imagine it’d be harder to distinguish yourself.” She pat him on the shoulder as well. “But hey. All things considered, I’d say you count with us as the next generation!”

 

“Shady’s definitely more a sister than a mother,” said Jax, laughing.

 

Demi shrugged. “Eh, we’re all weirdo off-shoots, our relations are what we make of them.”

 

“Fair enough,” he said. He wasn’t sure what else there was to say, so they sat together for a while longer, enjoying the waves and each other’s company. Eventually, though, Jax felt the need to move on.

 

***

 

A visit to Whitney was a nice polite chat. A visit to Lettie was another powerhouse round of explosive sex. A visit to Devi was a calm, but curt hello, as he expected. He decided it was best not to bother Domina; he’d been with Megan enough that they were as good as met already.

 

And then there was Cyl. Jax had hesitated in visiting her, not entirely sure how he felt. As Shady, he remembered having a lot of aggravation for her, but also a lot of admiration she was reluctant to admit. Shady wasn’t heartless, but she could be pretty self-absorbed. Everything came down to whether or not things were fun for her; but when it came down to it, she could be bothered to look out for others when it mattered.

 

Not Cyl, though. Cyl was a natural bleeding heart. If any of the Omnys could be considered a “good guy”, it was her. And yet, because of how the Omnyverse had been structured as an ideal play ground for these cosmically powered hedonists, it was rather antithetical for Cyl to keep butting in to tell the others to behave. And so, she’d had to make frequent trips outside of the Omnyverse to fulfilled her heroic impulses.

 

Jax had all of Shady’s memories of their past canons, of course. He knew, in the worlds before, that things had been much more contentious. He remembered when Cyl and Shady had actively tried to murder each other. He remembered when Cyl had been the first Omny, and every subsequent one had been a troublemaker she’d had to reign in, until Domina became the ultimate threat. He remembered how poorly the paradise plan had worked, and how much that had soured Cyl’s relationship with the other Omnys at the time.

 

And yet, through it all, there was something about Cyl that Shady couldn’t help but find endearing. Moments where Shady would see Cyl looking out for everyone, herself included, and it would give her a moment of self-reflection. As aggravating as Cyl might be for her, Shady ultimately appreciated that the white-haired Omny was around to help reel her back when she got too lost in her own antics. She was the big sister Shady never had as a mortal.

 

If she was being embarrassingly honest, Shady might even say she loved the little do-gooder. Not necessarily romantically, but the affection was certainly there. Of course, that also meant it was all the more fun to aggravate her in return!

 

Jax, though, wasn’t sure how he felt. He felt Shady’s affection for her, but as a new Omny, and as a man, he wasn’t encouraged to pester her. Instead, as he prepared to introduce himself, he found a strange sense of nervousness. Almost butterflies in his stomach.

 

Well, no point in stalling. He could sense Cyl was present, making her own rounds checking in on her Worlds and her people. With a cosmic glance, he saw that she was presently drifting through the deep seas of Aquafel, taking the form of one of the mermaids. Presently, she was floating high above one of the elaborate coral cities, her form basking in its soft glow as she gazed down upon her creation, like an aquatic angel. He shifted his own body to match, and stepped between the veil of dimensions to join her.

 

***

 

She was already facing him when he emerged into the water. She floated in a relaxed stance, but gazed at him with keen studiousness. Her human half, from the waist up, looked the same; pale skin, silver-white hair, glowing gold eyes that stood out keenly in the dim water. Her lower half was a fish-tail, in the classic mermaid style, white scales with patches of orange and black.

 

Jax had opted for a bold blue shark-style tail, but the shape didn’t really matter much when he could just hover in place at will. He opened his mouth to say something, but instead, the two locked eyes, and he just took her in. They hung suspended in the waters for a long moment. He found his heart beating faster. The beauty of her struck him in a way he hadn’t been prepared for.

 

In return, he felt a pulse of attraction from her as she looked him over as well. As Omnymphotents, awkward small talk was an optional engagement. No words needed to be said as they mentally opened to one another, tasting one another’s thoughts and feelings in the purity of psychic communication.

 

But of course, they already knew each other quite intimately, up to a point. Jax had her at only a brief disadvantage, but by that same token, he wasn’t sure if he knew himself any better than Cyl could learn just by looking at him.

 

“If Shady had wanted to Mingle, I would have considered it,” said Cyl.

 

Jax frowned. “She didn’t want to be your second-hand baby-momma.”

 

Cyl nodded. She glanced to the side, as if checking something, then glanced back to him, and smiled slightly. “I see you acquainted yourself with my daughter already.”

 

“Weird to think of them as your kids,” he said. “New personality and all, but it’s still a full you in there.”

 

“And a full Whitney,” said Cyl. “It is a bit strange. I admit the mother/daughter thing is a bit of a roleplay. But it does feel nice.” She paused, then said, “And you? How do you feel about being Shady’s brother?”

 

He hesitated as he thought it over. “I don’t know. I’ve been fine with it, but… I haven’t really had time to let it settle in.”

 

“You’re an Omny. You have all the time in the world.”

 

“True.” He paused. “I guess I’ve been avoiding the question. Not even sure if there should be a question.”

 

He hadn’t noticed they were drifting closer together until suddenly, they were within arms length. He felt his heart thud a bit faster. It was a little ridiculous. He’d been with Cyl several times as Shady, so this was hardly a virginal experience. But there was something different about it now. Was it because he was now a man? Truly a man, not just Shady in a male body? But how much did that really matter to a being that could change into any form he or she wanted?

 

He could feel the heat coming off of Cyl’s body, the erotic essence that suffused all of the omnipotent nymphomaniacs resonating between them. But it wasn’t just lust he felt, was it? There was something more. Something warmer. Something...

 

She was in his arms. She was gazing up at him with a kindly smile. She was leaning forward and their lips were touching and he felt a passion thrum through him unlike what he’d felt with any of the others. With them, it had all been a fun frolic. With her, he felt his heart melt.

 

She melted into him just as readily. The water around them vibrated and began to bubble as their passion charged the physical space around them. Dutifully, the two carried one another once again to the Planar Void, their bodies shifting to human. He slipped inside her as they shifted, and they moved intimately together. There were no words, just moans, and a steady, wonderful friction. They moved together in a smooth, perfect rhythm, joined at the lips and hips, their cosmic energies flowing through one another in a sensual dance. Their pleasure rose in a steady bloom, their moans synchronized as they carried each other to the point of climax, and held one another there. For a timeless instant, they were clenched together in the peak of pleasure, held in that purest moment of bliss. With anyone else, the need to complete their release would have driven them mad, would have quickly hit a critical point of frantic thrusting. But this time, with her, the warmth of connection soothed the desperation, even as they hung at that perilous precipice. They held each other against the storm, until their bodies blazed, and the Energy Climax could no longer be staved off.

 

There was no explosion this time. Instead, they transitioned together into the energy state in a smooth dissolving of their forms, shining together as a point of divine, euphoric light. And when finally, the eternal moment passed, their energies rippled together in a heady release that lit the Planar Void with a blinding flash of passion.

 

They coalesced together gently, feeling refreshed, like slowly rousing from a deep sleep. Neither felt the usual disorienting hangover that usually resulted from the Energy Climax. Instead, once formed, Cyl shifted them to her personal abode, in her World of Palatial Skies. Laying together on a vast bed of white silken sheets, the two breathed easy in each other’s arms.

 

Finally, though, the two broke away and sat up together. “Wow,” was all he could say.

 

“Yeah.” Cyl gave him an adorable smile, and he matched it in kind. “So. You have any plans for what to do with yourself?”

 

“Hadn’t given it much thought. Haven’t given myself the chance.” He took a moment to ruminate. “Guess I should do more with myself than just be the Omny Gigelo for you girls.”

 

“I’m sure the others wouldn’t mind,” said Cyl, gazing at him thoughtfully. “But I know there’s more to life than getting laid.”

 

“Yeah. I guess.” He mulled it over a few minutes more. “I dunno. I remember Shady’s impulses to be a prankster, to go mess with people, to engage in all these games. But I don’t want to do that.”

 

“Then don’t. You aren’t bound to her idea of fun.”

 

“I know, I just I don’t know what else to do.” He shifted his gaze to her. “I feel kind of…”

 

She took his hand and kissed it. “All the time in the world. No need to force it.”

 

He smiled. “Thanks.” They sat for a few moments more, simmering in each other’s presence. He looked to the sky above, the beautiful expanse of eternal day, streaked with pleasant clouds. “It’s weird. I feel kind of… responsible.”

 

“In what sense?”

 

“In the sense of… well… you feel the need to watch out for us, don’t you?”

 

Cyl looked to the side a bit. “Yeah. I still remember the timelines we left behind. I remember the mistakes. I don’t want them repeated. But I also know being overbearing is equally a problem. So I leave, now and then. It’s...” She frowned. “It’s why I made my daughter. Even though I can trust everyone to keep a cool head and not start any real trouble, I still felt the need to leave a little watchdog in my stead.”

 

She looked up at him, the soft glow in her eyes looking somber. “But, I know things are stable now. And Wyllow hasn’t really had to do anything in specific since I made her. So, paranoia, I guess.”

 

“Well, she seems like a real sweetie. I guess a little paranoia had a good result this time.”

 

“Thanks.”

 

“But I guess that’s what I mean. Looking at you, knowing how you are, I feel kind of similar. I mean, I’m not going to be gallivanting off outside the Omnyverse any time soon, but… I dunno. I think I feel an urge to keep an eye on things as it were.”

 

Cyl smiled. “Having a man around to set the naughty girls straight would certainly be interesting. But as I said, there’s not a lot of internal struggle to be found here.”

 

He laughed. “But there are external struggles, still?”

 

Cyl was silent for a moment, and the shine of her eyes flickered slightly. But she couldn’t lie. “Yes.”

 

“Then maybe that’s what I’ll do. Help you out if you’re in trouble. Be a line of defense incase something manages to bust in here. At the very least, give you another set of eyes to keep a watch on things, so you don’t have to feel bad forcing it all on Wyllow.”

 

Cyl chuckled. “She’s got Demi for that, but I appreciate it a lot. I know nothing’s happened, but I feel bad for foisting the role on her. Even if she literally is half-me.” She held her arm out straight, and a simple broadsword appeared in her grip. She tapped the flat of the blade on both his shoulders. “Consider yourself deputized.”

 

He laughed. “Thanks.” The sword vanished, and she hovered up from the bed, setting down on her feet next to it. He followed suit. “Guess I still need to find something more practical to fill the time until something does come up, but I feel better about things now.” He gave a short laugh. “Didn’t realize I actually was feeling kinda off there.”

 

She smiled warmly at him. “In my experience, a man is at his best living for a purpose. I’m happy to have you aboard.” She winked. “And happy Shady’s got someone to help balance her when I’m not around.”

 

“She’s not that bad once you get to know her,” he said, smirking. “She just likes to act tough.”

 

“Hey, no one other than you knows that better than me.”

 

The two paused, then embraced again, kissing deeply, letting warm energy mix between them. Then they parted ways, Cyl returning to her own rounds, as Jax decided to visit the devil they spoke of.

 

***

 

He caught her in her Demon Queen form, gleefully tormenting some wayward boys and girls chained in her Golden Net. She paused her ministrations long enough to send a flock of her Lust Pixies to continue the ruthless teasing, before shifting back to human form and carrying herself and her Splinter brother to a private corner of the World.

 

Shady glanced him over with a wide grin. “Well, you’ve been busy.”

 

“Jealous?”

 

“Maybe a little.” She glanced through his memories, savoring the sexcapades from the male perspective. “Hmph. So Megan gives you a chance a not me. I see how it is. Friggin’ het nerd.”

 

He shrugged, grinning back. “Can’t help it if Megan’s picky.”

 

“Mmm.” She settled on his time with Cyl, and paused. For just a moment, her expression softened. “Aw. You really got on Cyl’s good side, huh?”

 

“She’s a wonderful woman.”

 

“Yeah. She is. But don’t tell her I said that.”

 

The two chuckled. Shady put a hand on his shoulder. “Alright, bro. You’re doing good so far. I’m glad I made you. But don’t let it get to your head. You start bein’ a pain in my ass, you’re gunna regret it!”

 

He crossed his arms and smiled ruefully at her. “I’m sure. Just don’t make me have to be the Big Brother, and it won’t be an issue.”

 

Shady grinned slyly and slinked herself over to him. “Mmm, but I like it when my brother gets big.” She reached down and brazenly grasped him. “Whaddya say? You’re not sexed out just yet, are you?”

 

He smirked. “You know that isn’t existentially possible for us.”

 

“Then let’s go back to my place.” She paused, looked around at her World, then said, “My other place.”

 

“Hey, wait.”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Is this actually incest, or is it more self-cest?”

 

“Shut up and take your pants off.”

 

“Make me.”

 

“Challenge accepted!”

 

And with that, the two vanished to wrestle in cozier accommodations.

 

END