Old Echoes

“You know, I was expecting it to be way trippier out here, but this isn’t so bad.” Kat glanced to her two guides. “Although I do have this cut off sort of feeling. Like trying to see through thick fog.” She made a broad sweep of her arm, indicating the sheer darkness around them, broken only by pin-point stars and ribbons of aurora-like energy arcing in the seeming distance. “I feel like this whole… region… should be boiling with chaos, but it’s like… honestly, it’s kind of just like looking out into outer space. Endless black with random points of light, and the light-ribbons instead of nebula. Not unpleasant, really.”

Cyl smiled. “The Beyond is as it sounds. Beyond. Our senses are largely blinded by the shadows of the subconscious. In turn, it makes that which does exist in definition stand out starkly. Even our own expanded senses interpret things in mortal understanding. That which has not yet formed simply isn’t, and so much of the Beyond is essentially empty space. That which is shines as specks of potential lit into form, and so we can see it. But reaching those spots is the challenge. Distance doesn’t really exist out here in the literal sense, but in terms of conceptual dissonance, those other realms are far from us. Far from what we are. And so it takes us effort to reach.” She pointed to one of the arcing ribbons of energy. “Although you do see resonant flow between ideas, and as such, you find these existential jetstreams between Multiverses.”

“Wouldn’t it be easier to ride one of those out?” said Kat.

“If they connect where you want to go, certainly,” said Cyl. “We use them sometimes. But in the interest of keeping the Omnyverse isolated, we’ve made sure to keep ourselves distant from such streams, in as much as we can. We don’t usually ride any to and from the immediate vicinity.”

“You can understand why we don’t want to give our position away,” said Reignbeau, giving Kat a bit of a side-eye. “So don’t try to shortcut out here.”

Kat pursed her lips. “I won’t. I’m following your lead, like you insisted.”

“Good,” said Reignbeau. “Keep it up.”

“You’re doing fine, Kat,” said Cyl.

Further Possibilities

Heat and sweat and sound and motion and love of life. For a moment, she almost forgot what she was, losing herself in the song and the beat, and the cheer of the crowd. But then, something snapped her back to self-awareness. She didn’t miss a beat, didn’t even hitch her voice mid-lyric, but she opened her eyes and her gaze snapped up to match that of another woman watching from the back. One woman observing her from two sets of eyes. And when her show was over, after she bowed and thanked the lovely crowd of rockers young and old, Opal and her band exited the stage, and the blue-haired Omny teleported herself to the roof of the club.
 
RoseGold was already there, her nearly twin bodies waiting in their customary airs. Rose stood with her hands clasped behind her back, a calm expression on her face. Gold had her arms folded, her foot tapping impatiently, her smile quirked in such a way that couldn’t seem to decide between bemusement and smugness.
 
“A lovely show,” said Rose, bowing respectfully.
 
“A screamin’ set,” said Gold, her mouth deciding on a grin.
 
“Thanks,” said Opal, putting a hand on her hip. “You a music head, too? Or you just introducing yourself to the newbie?”
 
“Barely newer than me,” said Gold, dropping her arms and slinking up to the blue haired Omny. She leaned closer, her grin salacious. “Osha sure moved on quick from us, didn’t she? Fire and forget.”
 
Opal smiled bemusedly. “You’re still one of her favorites. Trust me, I know.” Her hand whipped out, snagged Gold by her tie, and yanked her in for a deep kiss. Gold met her in kind, coiling herself around the other Omny, and the two moaned deeply in passion.

Her Boys Panels

Her Boys was initially going to be another Koikatsu comic, but the story ended up running a lot longer than I thought it might. Nonetheless, I did make a few panels some months ago to get the idea started.

Her Boys

This time she found him taking a hike through the Grand Canyon. The man once known as Salamando strode along the paved path that traveled along the top part of the canyon, walking amongst the other tourists as he took in the majestic view of one of North America’s most famous natural landmarks. Coming to one of the main observation platforms, he got right to the edge of the railing, peered over, and nodded.
 
“Yep. That sure is a hole, alright.”
 
When no one was looking in his direction, Kat simply appeared a few feet behind him, and stepped up next to him, leaning on the rail. “It’s funny. I can perceive the entirety of the universe if I want, but it’s the little-big things on your own planet that still make you appreciate it.”

Wrapping Up

Normally, Cyl would have waited for Sal to be alone before going to see him, but his present company was someone she wanted to include in this discussion. Presently, he was in Kat’s femdom fortress in her World of Paramour Powers. The couple were fucking each other’s brains out in her enormous bedroom chamber. Kat had been exempt from his request for a prolonged break from Omny attention, but Cyl was glad to see she was taking it easy on him this time. Even though Sal had given her full consent to use him however she wished, Kat knew the man still wasn’t ready to be run through their usual sensually sadistic ringer. Today, it was just raw, animal sex; she wasn’t even using her powers on him beyond an Omny’s natural tendency to amplify sensations.
 
Cyl let them go at it until they’d exhausted themselves, then gave them a little more time to cool down and enjoy the after glow. Before they could get out of bed and end their visit, however, Cyl sent a mental heads up to Kat. The black haired Omny was a little surprised, but acquiesced to the meet-up. With a thought, she cleaned herself and Sal up, dressed them both, and relocated them to the sitting room of a cozy cottage in another part of her World.
 
As Sal and Kat settled on the couch, Cyl appeared next to them, already sitting in the side chair. Sal gave her an amused smile. “So, what great pseudo-philosophies shall we ruminate over this time?”

Reaching Out

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Author's Note: At last, another comic! This is another case where I had a small bit of the work made months prior, just sitting on my hard drive waiting for me to come back to. In this instance, it was Panel 3 of the comic, done as a stand-alone caption at the time. I always knew there would be more to the scene, but no idea what until I just sat down and let the scene play out on a sudden whim.

Honestly, this scene would probably work better overall as a prose short, and I'll probably write that version later on, but I've been in a comics mood again lately. Even for stories in which there's no real action, there's just something nice about being able to see the character's expressions and body language instead of always having stop the flow of dialogue to mention every time someone raises an eyebrow or shrugs. Not to mention being able to enjoy the full visualization of the characters.

Some of my stuff definitely works best in prose form, but a growing part of me regrets going so long not even trying to do comics, even if it does take much longer to make them (even using Koikatsu, this took me the better part of a day and a half to do a scene I probably could have knocked out in fifteen minutes just writing it). Oh, well. Can't sell e-books of Koi comics, so it's probably best I not spend that much time on these anyway.

Acclimatizing

As she hovered in the Planar Void, the recently Ascended Kat pondered what world she should make. The memories of multiple lives tickled at her subconscious, tempting her with a number of possibilities. Should she make a simple little town in a bubble, like some of her new colleagues? Should she construct a whole planet? If the latter, what sort of world would be best? Much of her fictional canons took place on worlds full of superheroes and supernatural forces. It might be nostalgic to create a similar such reality.
 
Except, of course, it wouldn’t really be right of her to inflict a life of danger on the people of such a world, even if they were all living figments of her imagination. But she also wasn’t sure making a little paradise of fluffy kittens and rainbows was really her thing, either.
 
Ooooh, this was so frustrating! Worldbuilding was a lot harder when you had to actually live with the worlds you built, not just keep them as hazy notions in your head!

The Return of Kat

My name is Kat, and I am an Omnymphotent.
 
There is a small chance you are familiar with me. I was supposedly a character in some horny guy’s erotic fiction. There, I had psychic powers and took a redheaded young man named Ben as my lover, using my powers to greatly enhance our sex life. I took control of his cock and his libido, I used him as my fuck toy and made him suffer sexual torment for my amusement and arousal. And he loved it. We were a perfect match for one another. Me, a sadist with powers most men couldn’t handle, he a masochist fully willing to be my chewtoy.
 
It wasn’t as bad as I make it sound. After an initial dubious encounter, in which I am fully willing to admit I overstepped my boundaries, we talked it over, he forgave me, and I convinced him to keep being my lover. I was the perfect mistress he’d always fantasized about, he was the perfect boytoy for me. We made it an official BDSM relationship. It was consenting, I assure you; at no point did I use my powers to make him agree to be my sub. He trusted me and served me dutifully, but when he needed me to stop, I backed off. But he could take a lot before he got to that point, and I was always grateful for it.
 
Eventually, however, he had to leave me, as our careers took us in different directions and forced us to move apart. But our time together was not only one of the most fun times of my life, it also helped me learn a lot about myself as a person. Of course, that could have only seemed like the most important part of my life, because it’s the only part my author chose to focus on for his story.