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?”

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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