The Wayfarers - Pilot Episode

The World of Willowatt is a realm of fantasy magic, steam-and-gear-punk aesthetics, and a variety of sapient species. Although the World holds several systems of Magic, they are not practical for wide-scale use, leading to the development of industrial machines emerging alongside the refinement of magic systems, leading to somewhat haphazardly leapfrogging developments in both mysticism and technology.

Recently, a small wandering guild calling themselves the Merry Men (it’s funny because the group is almost entirely female) has taken residence in Willowatt, registering with the Wayfarer Network and devoting themselves to the investigation and handling of especially strange incidents. Presently, five members of the group have assembled at one of the Wayfarer’s branch offices to see what work need be done this day.
 
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Today’s Merry Men Roster
Didsy Dolopia – Lopfollo (near-human rabbitfolk), jack-of-all-trades multi-magician
Raiment – Didsy’s living dress, string magician
Woodsy – Free-range Wood Goddess, wields “nature powers” (secretly an Avatar of Osha)
Crotia McLaud – Raven-winged elemental magician
Wander – Interdimensional teleporter, swordsman, slacker
 
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“Library Ghouls?” Rai laughed as she popped her hat off Didsy’s head, twirled once, and flopped back down. “We got one right here! Case solved!”
 
“Haha,” muttered Didsy, rolling her eyes up at her wearable companion. “So what are they after?”
 
“Last witness says they were just stealing all the books and bringing them down to the basement level,” said Crotia. “Then they started running out of the library and stealing all the written material they could find throughout town.”
 
“Sounds like a bunch of data horders,” said Wander. “Maybe we just hand them a bunch of smartphones and point them to Google?”
 
“Willowatt doesn’t have an internet yet,” said Didsy. “And even if we rigged a custom local computer for these things, I doubt it would be what they’re looking for.”

Didsy and Rai in Floatland (test pages)

Made with Koikatsu, using Comic Life 3 to help with panel layout and word ballooning!

Never did get around to making that Didsy series, but such is the fate of about 99% of my adventurer characters. Oh well! Here was see the debut of the Floatlands, an Omny World idea I had after thinking it might be kinda funny to make a reality composed of just chunks of floating stages from games and 3D posers like this one. For more on the Floatlands, refer to the Worlds of the Omnymphotents article.

Didsy and Rai

Didsy, the rabbit-eared demihuman sorceress adventurer, and her living cloth partner Rai, travel the Omnyverse in search of knowledge, new magics, and adventure. Her character profile can be found at the bottom of the Omnymphotents Cast Page, and you can also read her Prologue.

I like the idea of Didsy, but I still struggle to come up with an actual adventure story for her that wouldn't feel forced. Nonetheless, I occasionally have put together a couple of scenes of Didsy, hinting at the shenanigans she gets up to that I realize I hadn't posted here yet. These are some older images put together in Honey Select 2 (and a couple in Koikatsu). I like the model I was able to put together in HS2, actually, and I've struggled to properly match the look in Koi or DAZ.

Didsy's Prologue

She came too as if from a dreamless haze. Her body still felt a bit flush from the... weekend... week? How long had they been going at it? An impossible length, it seemed. Surely, even her body would have collapsed far earlier from such intense stimulations and copulations...
 
She sat up, pulling the sheets of an absurdly large bed around her form. A quick glance told her that the boy she’d been summoned to please was already gone, and the one who had summoned her...
 
“Morning!” She flinched as a nubile brunette girl was suddenly sitting right next to her. She felt herself flush as she took in the girl’s brazen nudity.
 
“Good... morning...” Didsy swallowed hard as she felt a sharp pang in her chest. As her thoughts came clearer into focus, her exact circumstances came into stark relief. She remembered exactly who and what she was, and why she was here.

Lore: The Created

THE GIFT OF LIFE
Of all the many abilities an Omnymphotent possesses, one of the most notable is their ability to create living beings. With a thought, they are able to manifest into existence fully formed, fully developed, free-willed, living people.
 
In many cases, Omnys will create beings on the fly in order to fulfill a sexual fantasy or roleplaying situation, or to have them perform special tasks and duties as needed. However, many such beings are usually erased after their purpose is served. This is not the case for all such beings, however. Some develop enough sense of self-awareness and self-direction to desire a continued existence once their duty is fulfilled. Some the Omny simply finds too charming or interesting to just erase. Some are allowed to remain with a Plaything as a special favor.
 
Such artificial beings granted true life are known as the Created. Technically, this term could apply to the millions of beings and creatures made to inhabit the Worlds of the Omnys, but among Playthings, the term tends to refer to the independent sapient beings whom live on Earth or Thrae, mingling with mortal society.

Story Girls: Lina and Violet

So. Some cosmic hot chick bring you to life out of a smut rag, too?

Yes.

Wild, huh? She already sic you on one of her Boy Toys?

Yes.

How do you feel about that?

What do you care?

Jeez, just makin' conversation, ya ice queen.

Well don't. I'm psychic, Lina. And I don't like what I see in you.

What, you one of those goody-two-shoes nice girl protagonists? Figures.

Oh, I can be sadistic. If my partner wants it.

Oh, yeah, I bet you're the most hardcore handholder in the west.

Sure. If you like.

Oh, come on. See, that's the problem with you good-guys, you only have any fight in you when you're backed into a corner. You're all puppy dogs. Me, I'm a shark. I make sure people know not to fuck with me right off.

I'll bet.

*sigh* Alright, look. Truth is, neither of us is necessarily bound to the role we were before. Don't hate me becaus I was written to be a psychodomme. I mean, I still want all the boys groveling at my feet, but this is a fresh start, you know? I don't have to come out the gate both arms swinging. I can't really do the "nice girl" thing, but I don't have to be an unhinged terror this time around, you know?

If you're sincere about that, then good on you. I still don't like you.

Well, that's a shame, because I'm pretty sure our Omnys are expecting us to bump uglies together with whoever they send here.

Wonderful.

Is it, though? Is it really?

I was being sarcastic.

Yeah, no shit. So, really, how do you feel, knowing you only exist right now to fulfill some horny boys' jerk off fantasy, and some cosmic perverts voyuerism fetish?

Honestly? I can kind of dig it. I use dream manipulation for similar things on my boyfriend. It's just that dream-beings aren't self-aware. It's a little disconcerting actually being in that position yourself. Still, I think that, knowing what I am, I find I don't really mind too much when I think about it. Once we're done here, she says we're free to go and live a new life.

Aren't you going to miss your boyfriend?

He's here, too, in another part of the Mansion. We've fooled around with others on occasion, so, you know, it's not a terrible deal or anything.

Huh. Well, that's nice.

Yep.

So, um, listen. I'm not begging for your friendship or anything, but you're kind of the first other Story Girl I've gotten to talking to. If this little session goes well, you want to, I don't know, trade e-mails or whatever? We can keep in touch via that PlayNet thing.

I'll have to think about it.

Sure, sure. ... Hmmm...

What?

Just wondering when this guy is supposed to show up. I'm getting antsy.

So play with yourself until he shows.

Ha! You perv! You a voyeur, too, or something?

Just thought it might be a fun thing for him to walk in on, is all.

Uh-huh. Tell you what, I’ll do it if you do it.

I’m good.

How about if I use my powers, and make you feel everything I do to myself?

You touch me even once with your powers, I will shut your brain off.

Honey, I’m psychic, too, and I have elemental flesh control. I’ll cut your brain to pieces before you can fire off a mind-bolt.

Hmph. Just stay over there until it’s time to play. I’m pretty sure Whitney’s not going to let us kill each other.

Aw, I was hoping we’d get into one of those slapfights that transitions into a make-out session. Then maybe the horndog guy comes in, and is so turned out, he just pounces on us, and tries to wedge his dick in between us.

Guess you got a subby streak in there after all, huh?

Oh, not at all! It’ll just be a good lead-in set up to “punish” him!

Good grief.

Oh, come on, you’ve never once set a guy up for a sexy teasy payback?

I used to, but it’s not a habit I want to get carried away with.

Aw, come on, it’ll be fun. Some guys are into that sort of thing. Hey, we can even spin this so you’re the good cop and I’m the bad cop. I tell him he’s doomed to never cum again. You say maybe we can negotiate a deal to let him off the hook.

You got this all worked out, don’t you?

Jeesh, will you loosen up? If you hate me that much, go to another room! I’m sure Whitney won’t mind that much.

Nah, I better stick around, to make sure you don’t obliterate the poor guy.

Alright, fine. Then how about this? You’re the stronger psychic, so I’ll leave his mind to you, and you can ride his face if you want. Meanwhile, I’ve got body control, so I’ll play with his cock, and ride that. We’ll double-team him from both heads.

I think I can agree to that.

Awesome. This’ll be great, you’ll see.

No funny business.

Nope, just fun business! By the way, any idea who we’re being saddled with?

Whitney wouldn’t say, but he’s supposed to be some kind of porn author. Said girls like us are the stuff of his dreams.

Uh… wait… he’s an author… who dreams of girls like us… and we’re both Story Girls… you, uh, don’t think that…

I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?

Chikan Yōkai

Goro deftly glanced down at the young woman in front of him as she slid into position and grabbed the handrail. As the train started moving again, the crowd shifted, and her shapely ass grazed Goro’s crotch. Now that just wasn’t fair. She was definitely wearing her skirt too tight. The middle aged salaryman felt himself react, but in the crowded car, no one was likely to see.
 
He leaned forward just enough to catch a whiff of the woman’s perform, a flowery, womanly fragrance that set his pulse racing. God, these little tramps knew what they were doing. He couldn’t be blamed for his natural reactions, now could he? Not when they presented themselves with such allure. Almost without thinking, his hand snaked forward, and as the train rounded a bend, and the crowd shifted slightly, he cupped the young woman’s shapely ass. Just for a second, short enough that it could have been an accident. Maybe. The woman glanced back over her shoulder, and Goro was already staring out the window the window with a bored look, pretending he hadn’t even noticed her. He might have gotten away with it, even, if he hadn’t gotten cocky. Cupping her ass for a moment was one thing, but there was no mistaking the firm squeeze he’d given her tight butt.