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.”

Lore: The Empowered

THE BLESSING OF THE GODDESS
The Omnymphotents possess the ability to imbue mortals with superhuman powers. They could, if they so desired, make every other man and woman on Earth nearly as powerful as they are. However, for their own reasons, the Omnys aren’t really interested in uplifting humanity. They will, however, bless some of the Playthings and even one-night stand lovers with minor powers, either as a reward for a good time, or to see how that woman may use her powers to enjoy herself.
 
All of their lovers are blessed with excellent health and an enhanced ability to recover from illness and injury. Some are given a boost to their natural beauty. During sex, many Playthings are given at least a temporary enhancement to their body’s stamina and durability, and if necessary their mental fortitude, if only so sex with their Omny doesn’t destroy them.
 
The Empowered, however, are those who have been gifted truly superhuman abilities, and are allowed to keep them even after their sexual sessions with their Omny.

Passing It On

NOTE: This was intended to be a rewrite of another old story from about 2009, called the Weird But Exciting Scene. This ended up way longer than intended, but serves to introduce Phallimagery, the Omnyverse's own variant to Sex Magic.

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I winced as I heard the girls laughing in the next room. Natalie and Anna had arrived five minutes ago, and Krys was still making small talk with them. I swallowed hard. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited, in every sense, for what was to come, but I’d also be lying if I said I wasn’t dreading it. But Krys wasn’t giving me a choice. Even if I managed to find some way to sneak out the back, it wouldn’t matter. My diamond-hard cock and aching full balls were a sobering reminder of her power over me. I couldn’t have been more trapped if she’d bound me in iron shackles to the bed. She needed no such bindings to keep me in place, however. All she needed to do for my compliance was to think about my cock.
 
I could feel her thoughts now. My organ was already at maximum stiffness, but it quivered with unnatural tension as I felt her mind coax it. I let out a small gasp, and my hands shook at my sides. I tried to make myself calm down with deep breaths. When she got me this tense, it got hard to think straight.

Exposing Date

Will swallowed nervously as he watched the other shoppers pass him by. He was seated on one of the benches lining the edge of the rail, which lined the mall’s upper floor. Dozens of people passed, but none of them noticed him, thankfully. Still, he couldn’t shake the nervousness as he sat there, stark naked in a public place, waiting for his “date” to finish in the store ahead of him. She’d told him to stay put, and if he even tried to get up and hide, she’d let her power slip.
 
Both of them were totally nude, but somehow, nobody noticed. Lettie had said she was using her power to make it appear to other people that they were wearing clothes, but it was just an illusion. One that, at any second, he was sure was going to falter, that somehow, someone would look past the spell, or the spell was going to fail, or she might turn it off for a laugh, or something like that. He had to either stay near her, or stay where she told him to, or the spell would cease, so he couldn’t get away! It hadn’t happened yet, but he couldn’t shake the anticipation that was half-dread, half-arousal. He had a thing for Clothed Female, Naked Male scenarios, and public sexual humiliation fantasies, but even with the assurance of his magical “date”, this was way too close for comfort!

Whitney's Party

As Hank stepped out the front door of his house, he blinked in surprise. Instead of his porch, the front door opened to reveal a long hallway in another house. His momentum carried him out the door before he could stop himself, but the moment he realized what was happening, he turned to try and dash back into his home.

He didn’t know why he bothered. His front door suddenly swung shut, the knob yanking out of his hand. He quickly grabbed the knob again and tried to open it. It was locked. He reached into his pockets to grab his keys, only to find he no longer had pockets. This was because he no longer had on pants. In fact, he was no longer wearing anything at all.
 
Hank turned back, quickly assessing his situation. He didn’t see anyone approaching him, but he knew exactly who was behind this. He turned back again to find his front door was now gone, replaced by a normal door as would separate any two rooms in a house, rather than the house from the outside.

Carli's Cocktease Caper

Carli came into the bathroom to the sight of Sera sobbing and Val comforting her. Carli blinked in surprise and hurried over to her friends, their request to meet her in such an odd place now clear. “What happened?”
 
Val looked up at her as she rubbed the crying girl’s back. “Sera tried asking out Donovan.”
 
Carli felt a pang of sympathy in her chest. “Oof. Didn’t go well?”
 
Sera looked up, tears streaking her mascara. “He said he didn’t date pigs!” She sniffled, trying to stop herself from sobbing more. “He said it right there in the hall! Everyone laughed! I was so embarrassed!”
 
Carli frowned and reached out to give her friend a hug. “Aw, hun. I’m so sorry.”

Alice TK - On The Beach

 The beach wasn’t exactly crowded, but Alice and Mike could only find one good spot to set up their stuff without being too far from the water, or being blocked by too many other couples. It was a nice, slightly more inclined spot.
 
Alice was hefting both her wooden beach chair and the large umbrella with much greater ease than a woman of her lithe build should have. Most people didn’t really seem to notice, or if they did, they didn’t comment. Mike, meanwhile, followed his wife while lugging a cooler and two towels. When they finally reached the spot, Alice planted the huge umbrella triumphantly in the sand. As she opened it up, she positioned it to form almost an half-tent to shade them from the sun.
 
Alice unfolded and positioned the heavy beach chair to one side. Mike set the bag behind the chair with a slight huff, and took the time to lay out one towel on the chair, and the other on the sand next to it. As he did so, the sand suddenly shifted beneath the towel to form a recliner shape.
 
“Thanks honey,” he said with a smile.