Second Thoughts

It had taken her a couple years to really figure out what she wanted, but once she had everything ironed out, Opal wasted no time constructing her own World. Azure Horizons, a realm of neon cities and fantastical naturescapes, where mystical powers tied to Colors and Song granted the rare individual the status of “Wizartist”.

Alright, so maybe it would need a bit of tweaking as it went, but she had a pretty solid foundation at least. Naturally, her bar and nightclub chain, the Blue Illusion, had establishments in the extant cities, overseen by Created staff. On a routine basis, she would check on the stores, inserting herself among said staff.

One such visit was rather suddenly diverted as the blue-haired Omny felt a very familiar presence touch her mind across the borders into her World. Only her mothers resonated with her essence more strongly, but only just.

She accepted the unworded invitation, and materialized inside one of her currently-closed bars for a private meeting. She set up one table for two, and even though it was hardly necessary, set up drinks for her guest. A moment later, Jax appeared, and they shivered a bit as their cosmic energies thrummed in a sympathetic vibration.

Opal smiled warmly as she beckoned him over. “Hey, Uncle!”

Jax smirked as he came over to join her at the table. “Am I your Uncle or your Brother?”

Opal thought for a moment. “Let's go with Bruncle.”

Demi-Urge

The Planar Void boomed with the sounds of combat! Normally a place where the Omnys would go to make love unrestrained, it was also proving to be an excellent sparring ground for the Five, the foremost defenders of the Omnyverse.
 
“Come on, ladies, put your backs into it!” Reignbeau let out a laugh as the Mingles attempted to flank her, Demi going low, Wyllow going high. Demi lashed out with a whip of flames, while Wyllow whirled with a gleaming scythe, which flashed into a nodachi mid-swing to try and catch the rainbow warrior off-guard.
 
As they did so, they both bent reality around them, warping space and twisting time, to try and get their opponent off-balance, skewing her from multiple angles. As always, Reignbeau parried every attempt at their esoteric offense, and took their strikes head-on, forcing what should have been a whirl of reality-bending maelstroms into a pure melee spar.

Guy Time

Sometimes a guy just got tired of being around women all the time. Sometimes, he just wanted to hang out with some other guys. And that was a bit of a problem when he realized that his whole social circle consisted entirely of females. 
 
Of course, in Jax’s particular case, it was understandable. Omnymphotents were supposed to only be women. He was a complete anomaly in that regard, only coming into existence by the whims of his Splinter-Sister. While he didn’t really have an identity crisis over it, it was hard to really embrace his being a man, outside of the obvious sexual uses, when the vast majority of his memories had been of being Shady, and afterwards, the only beings he ever had much chance to talk to were his fellow Omnys. 

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.

A Separate Solution

The throne room was a stark black and red gothic deco style, like something out of an elaborate vampire movie. Even more stark, however, were the random naked humans chained up along the walls, bolted to the floor, or hanging from the ceiling, all bound in elaborate, body-twisting racks. And yet, despite how painful their positions looked, it was clear that their moaning and writhing came from intense pleasure, or at least, pleasure mixed with the pain.
 
Men thrashed and howled as their cocks strained with agonizing tension, beet red with blood pressure, the veins bulging like little cords across their shaking, leaking cocks. Women writhed and screamed as their clits and nipples were painfully stiff with tension, their pussies practically gushing fluids. The poor things were simultaneously suffering sensual pain and unbearable sexual teasing, mystical stimulation continuously sending pulses of intense pleasure through their bodies, and yet even as every pulse should have sent them into bone-rattling orgasm, that relief never came. Their cruel mistress held their fragile bodies right at the screaming, nerve-searing edge of climax, never letting them go over, never ceasing the stimulation, until the poor little mortals were completely out of their minds!
 
This was Shady’s kind of place alright! As she stepped through the halls of writhing, teased humans, she let her own lustful aura radiate without a care, pumping even more tension and aching desire into them.