For The Many

NOTE: This story takes place just prior to Multi-Color Mayhem.

In a particularly bleak corner of the Sex Mage Multiverse, a weary woman confronted an inevitable fate.
 
Hovering high above the clouds, Queen Rose could see the domes of shadow had already increased since the night before. The entire horizon was riddled with them. The Barriers of her Queendom did nothing to hold them back anymore. Refugees kept pouring into the capital, and her soldiers could do no more than provide a safe passage to get them there. She and her strongest Archmages had erected a full force field around the city and it’s immediate suburbs, but she knew by now that it wouldn’t hold. Sooner or later, the Terror Zones would subsume them.

Meta-Timeline of Various Canons

As meta-fictional cosmic entities, the Omnymphotents have existed across multiple incarnations, are aware of their fictional nature, and remember all of their previous lifetimes prior to the formation of their self-constructed current universe. As such, “canon” is something of a dubious terminology here. For the Omnys themselves, every version of their story is canon to their personal experiences, and the memory of those past events thus influences some of their thinking in their current incarnation.

 

However, their re-creation of the current Omnyverse is a cosmological do-over, a fresh start which fully separates the setting itself from any connections to my wider Erotic Multiverse. Thus, events of the previous universe are not canon to the current Omnyverse, save what the Progenitors decide to allow, or re-incorporate into their Omnyverse.

 

Much of this information is already disseminated throughout this website, whether referred to by the Omnys in the stories, or listed in lore articles such as the cast page. This Timeline article is meant as an easier go-to page to reference this lore. Note that many of the events listed prior to the current Timeline were never written or posted anywhere, but to the Omnys, this all still happened. Anytime I reached a major planning stage for the Omnys, that effectively counts as an alternate version of the story they experienced, as the characters did indeed develop through these mental gestation periods.

 

In approximate meta-chronological order (in as much as events that play out in non-linear time can be put “in order”), the major timelines can be summarized as such:

A Crimson Gaze

A mystic embrace. A cosmic kiss. Light and thunder and creation. And by the will of two goddesses, a third was born.
 
Cyl and Whitney watched as their duplicates fused in a roil of wild energy that threatened to shake the latter’s entire mansion. But before the first tremors could truly start, the well of divine power contracted into itself, reforming and solidifying into the form of a naked young woman.
 
She was a blend of the two Omnymphotents’ features. Her skin was pale, her hair a platinum blond, hanging just a bit past her shoulders. She was slim, but fit, a bit shorter than either woman, but a fully developed young adult. She kept her eyes closed as her form finished coalescing. She let out a long breath, as if trying to compose herself, but there was a clear tension in her stance.
 
Whitney stepped up to the girl first, the elegant blond putting a hand on the newly formed woman’s shoulder. “Are you alright?”
 
“Y-yes,” the girl said in a near-whisper. Her voice was quite cute. “S-sorry, I just need a moment.”
 
“Take your time,” said Whitney with a warm smile.

Afterlewd: Re-Awakening

NOTE: This story is a follow-up to Metafucktional Miracle. Please read that first.

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Her eyes snapped open and with a gasp, she emerged into the world. She found herself on a large bed in a modest apartment in the suburbs. Her eyes flared a brilliant gold and her hair shifted to silver-white as an ineffable energy and savage arousal surged through her being. She was overcome with a sudden intuition that made her aware of… everything.

 

But following up on that intuition would have to wait. She had to take care of herself, right now, and she had to do it without causing a massive disruption to the world around her. With a thought, she froze the universe around her, and began to frantically masturbate! She could feel the cosmic power roiling in her being as inhuman pleasures bloomed in her core. She couldn’t think, couldn’t parse the flow of information, could only feel, writhing and moaning in divine ecstasy. The world around her remained unaware of the Goddess’s rapturous awakening.

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