Artful Encounter

Before she’d even entered the room, Sal knew she was coming. He was nonetheless rather startled when, instead of the towering Indian woman of Amazonian stature and exotic fashion sense, a five-foot-nothing young woman with horn-rimmed glasses and an utterly bland turtleneck sweater and slacks, came into the room with the last of the students. She still had some of that calm, confident allure about her, but her body language and resting bitch face made it clear she was there to study, not get chatted up by her fellow students.

The Day The Earth Stood Shady

Reclining on one of the chains of her Golden Net, Shady cast her gaze over the Earth and Thrae, to see which of her many hapless Playthings she might add to her tease-torture realm. As she hummed to herself, the mortals closest to her gasped and writhed in agonizing ecstasy, her mere presence enough to inflame their lusts to madness-inducing levels, her little hum vibrating their very souls. Their chorus of cries and moans, and the psychic feedback of their sensual torment, soothed her own body quite nicely, filling her with happy warmth.

Okay, so she wasn’t exactly a songstress on par with her daughter, but whatever.

Thoughts of Opal turned to thoughts of Jax. Both her Descended had opted to move away, and Shady briefly wondered if she should feel more bad about it than she did. Not that she ever felt that bad about much, but their combined absence was noticeable. She was at least used to feeling Jax’s presence, but the shut door between the Primary and Secondary Omnyverses made for a telling mental silence.

She really had intended to move to the Second at least part time, treat it as a summer home, but in the end, she couldn’t bring herself to leave the Primary Omnyverse for too long. Even when the rest of the “Dark Omnys” migrated over, Shady’s visits were more weekend flings than seasonal sojourns.

It wasn’t difficult to get in touch, of course. The difference now was that it just took a conscious effort to connect, instead of simply not blocking the connection out.

Videomnys (A Mini-Movie)

 

 

Finally, the Omnys get a video of their own! And I didn't even have to crunch the vid quality too much this time! :V

I had some of the lines for this recorded months ago, actually, but didn't get around to fleshing it out fully until this weekend. This is fairly typical of how the Omny stories get made these days. When it came to the graphics, I kept going back and forth on whether to use Koikatsu or Honey Select 2. As you'll see, I ended up just saying fuck it, and using both. On the one hand, I really wanted to do the actual erotica aspects in Honey Select 2, with its more realistic models, while Koikatsu proved easier to work with for the conversation scene. Since both programs have been integral to fleshing out the cast in the past, I suppose it works well enough to showcase both.

Speaking of videos, Fun With Shadows was initially going to feature Kat roleplaying as Shadow Mask. As I worked on the script, though, I opted to just have Shadow Mask be her own character. Of course, she'd fit right in with the Omnyverse, as a kinky superwoman in Paramour Powers, Thrae, or a similar World!

For those who want to read the script, click "Read More" below:

 

Loosening Up

A Game of Blind Dates: As the number of Omnys increased, and distinct cliques were beginning to form as a result, Whitney thought it would be a fun idea to devise a new game that would open up more chances for her fellow Omnys to connect. Omnys who wanted to participate would throw their names into a hat, and the names would be pulled out two at a time. Those who were paired off would each be sent to a private pocket dimension, committed to spending an entire day with one another.

While the odds often paired off girls who were fully down with playing together, those more isolating or shy Omnys who could be convinced to join the game might get the chance to hang out with someone they wouldn’t have previously considered!

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Lettie popped into being on a stretch of soft sand. She was in the middle of a tiny, peaceful island, mostly sand with a few trees, the sea gently lapping at the shores. To her left was a small wooden shack with a bed. In front of her was a quartet of logs surrounding a small ring of pale stones, ready for firewood. The sun was already mostly set, and the stars were just starting to peak through the twilit sky. Lettie sat down on the sand, using one of the logs as a backrest, and waved her hand towards the stone ring, creating a self-sustaining fire without bothering to collect any wood first.

A moment later, Megan suddenly appeared. She glanced over to Lettie and scowled.

“Great,” she muttered. “Why do I gotta be stuck with you?”

Lettie gave her a bemused smile and a shrug. “Probably cuz it’d be funny? Cuz I’m the chipperist and you’re the bitterist?”

Megan blinked, then scowled deeper. “Probably. What a pain in the ass.”

“Sorry I’m not Shady,” said Lettie with a smirk. “I know you love her more.”

Megan’s scowled lessened, but didn’t go away entirely. “Love is laying it on a little thick. I like her sometimes.”

“Just sometimes?”

Wander On Board (Didsy Prologue)

Sal was normally able to sense when an Omny was approaching, his dimensional teleportation powers keened into every one of their unique cosmic signatures. The Omnys, of course, could block him from detecting them at any time, and it was mostly either a courtesy that they didn’t, or they simply didn’t think about it.
 
Unless they wanted to pull a little prank, of course! As Sal stood atop a high cliff in the Rockies of Thrae, a womanly form suddenly pressed itself against his back. It had been a while since anyone had been able to sneak up on him, and he jerked forward in a moment of actual panic, attempting to whirl, only for slim feminine arms to slip around and hug him firmly from behind. Soft, warm lips fastened onto an erogenous spot on his neck and suckled briefly, causing him to let out a little mew of pleasure, his body to shiver, and for his pants to get much tighter.

Contest of Climaxes (Prologue)

Whitney was enjoying a cup a tea in one of the many courtyards of her Maison de Labyrinthe, when she sensed the imminent arrival of one of her fellow Omnys. She smiled and pretended not to notice. A moment later, she feigned being startled when the ever-energetic Lettie suddenly appeared in her lap, a huge grin on her face!
 
“Hi, Whit!” she said, and Whitney jumped in her seat, almost spilling her tea.
 
“Lettie! What have I told you about just popping in on people like that? You’ll give the poor dears a heart-attack!”
 
“Aw, you’re sweet for pretending!” said Lettie, and she leaned forward to give the elegant blond a deep kiss.
 
Whitney returned the kiss with gusto, and the two shivered a bit as their erotic energies flowed through one another, tickling each other’s erogenous zones in a loving magical caress. Shivering together in a mini-climax, the two broke off the kiss before they could get carried away.
 
After taking a moment to catch their breaths, Whitney smiled warmly at the country cutie. “So, to what do I owe this little visit, my sweet?”
 
“I thought of a fun new game we can play, and I was thinking your World would be the best fit!”
 
“Oh? Do tell.”

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.

Multi-Colored Mayhem

Domina took in a deep breath, smelling the ashes and blood on the wind. It was a beautiful crimson morning on her world of Apoclypha, and she stood nude and statuesque atop the vast torture facility that was her home castle. What fine distraction should she indulge in this morning? A fresh cart of maidens had been delivered to her just last night, fealty paid by the few ragged human tribes she extended a paltry protection to. She could slowly strip the skin from the poor, crying girls and light their flayed flesh on fire, forcing their exposed nerves and muscles to regenerate as fast as it burned so that they felt the exquisite peak of agony as she fucked their skinless, burning, screaming forms, until every bone in their body was snapped to pieces.
 
Yes, that sounded lovely. She’d been making larger gestures of destruction of late, shattering several of the human strongholds in the form of an Archdemon, leading her “fellow” demons to run roughshod over the few free humans left in her world. She would have to arrange for a few new settlements to take their place soon, or she was going to run out of survivors to terrorize. A little, luxurious lovemaking with the still-standing stronghold’s sweet, fresh sacrifices would be a nice, relaxing meditation for a change.
 
Or at least it would have if a bolt of rainbow colors didn’t slam into her back like a meteor just before she could turn to fetch her toys. Utterly stunned, the redhead was sent soaring off over the horizon. As she attempted to orient herself, the streak of colors hit her at a steep angle, powering her straight into the ground, dragging her for several miles through the broken landscape of her world. A quarter-mile deep trench was cut through the barren wastelands and shattered cities before the streak of colors let up its relentless force.
 
Domina was pissed. She recovered from the blow in an instant, glaring upwards, and shifting her body into living lava. She surged out of the trench, towering as a volcanic giantess over the figure who dared to strike at her. For just a moment, she saw a young woman sneering up at her, dressed in navy blue clothes, with fair skin, pink eyes, and a wild mane of rainbow-colored hair. The next moment, the girl became another streak of colors, shooting at Domina faster than she could react, and punching her clear across the dimensional veil.

Half-and-Half

Devi sipped her tea as she glanced from the canvas to the horizon, then back again. With a thought, she slowly dabbed and streaked the little globs of paint across the canvas, not bothering with brushes as she filled in her latest masterpiece. A beautiful sunset cast deep reds across tall mountains, casting the jungle below in a splash of velvet crimson.
 
She could, of course, have just instantly made the painting appear, but even an Omnymphotent liked to actually do things manually sometimes. And despite the reputation they had made for themselves, sex was not actually the only thing they thought about. Devi had an appreciation for classical art, landscapes and portraits done in oil paintings or watercolor, that most who knew her might find surprising.
 
She still cheated a bit when making her own; after all, as an Omny, she had perfect skill in anything she tried. But that was the thing about art, wasn’t it? Technical skill at the craft was one thing. Being able to convey the emotion of a scene, to put one’s personal mark on it, that was another. Being the greatest artist in the universe didn’t mean much if you just soullessly replicated what you saw like a camera.

Lettie Pops In

 

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Authors Notes: This was my first attempt at an Omnymphotent comic, made well before the Reset. As such, despite using the same model, and being a writer, the redhead Lettie is visiting is not supposed to be Salamando. :P

This was another case where I had this scene in mind, but once finished, I didn't really have a follow up for it. Normally, something this short would sit on my hard drive for weeks to months to years, before I came back and picked it up again, fleshing it out into a larger piece. But I think I'm just going to leave it here. For one thing, it's hard to top Lettie's sex scene from "Lettie's Ex", and for another, the Honey Select 2 studio is just a lot more limited with what I can do. It's still great for single-panel Captioned Images, but for full comics, I just find it a mess to work with.

Oh, well. I might still be able to figure something out down the road. In either case, I hope quick little snippets like these are still amusing for some.

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!

Lettie's Ex

The clock read 10 PM by the time I finally left the office. After fourteen hours of crunching numbers, all I wanted to do was sleep the whole weekend away. Maybe down a beer first, but probably just go right to sleep. Although I was a healthy, red-blooded young man, at that moment you could have plopped me in between two naked super-models, and I’d have probably just lay my head down on their tits like a pillow and conked right out. As it was, I closed my eyes and lay back as soon as I sat down in my car. A cat nap before taking off would probably be smart.
 
Some women, though, don’t care how tired you are. I happen to know one such woman, and she always picks the least convenient times to show up. As I sat in my car, resting my eyes, I was suddenly aware that someone else was in the vehicle. I hadn’t heard the door open. I hadn’t felt the car shift from someone stepping inside. I just had that feeling you get when you realize you’re not actually alone in an enclosed space.

Metafucktional Miracle

 NOTE: What follows is a largely self-indulgent, meta-fictional tale that’s both a semi-joking way for me to process my own writing struggles, and a desperate attempt to break down the mountain of writer’s block that all-too-frequently consumes me.

This story is also intended to be the official fresh re-start of my Omnymphotents story setting as a whole. Prior to this, I had written a dozen or so loosely connected shorts and articles detailing various aspects of the setting and introducing an assortment of characters. However, as I am want to do, I kept being very indecisive as to where I wanted to go with the concept. While I had always wanted it to be a silly, fun series overall, the more I found myself taking it seriously as a story project, the more I got hung-up on "doing it right."

And so, this story was born, as a way to force myself to "just do it." As such, if you are new to this series, and my stories as a whole, there's going to be some confusing references and out of leftfield moments. Don't worry about it. There is still plenty of hot magical femdom in here, so if you hate all the meta-humor nonsense, or don’t get the references, just skip past all that to get to the good parts, like any sensible erotica reader does. :V