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.

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?”

A Scarlet Shade

Since its incorporation into the Second Omnyverse, the World of Apoclypha had yet to see another incident of intrusion. The other Omnys knew better than to impose themselves onto Domina’s personal space. Even Opal and RoseGold, if they had to talk to her, would confront her on the neutral ground of Fulcrum, the Second Omnyverse’s own Fundament dimension. Megan, of course, still came and went as she pleased, but her Splinter-sister had made a point to give her more space since they’d made the move here.

So when another Omny did decide to finally breach her World’s walls, she was instantly alerted to their coming before they’d even crossed the threshold.

Domina had just entered her throne room, teleporting herself straight onto the tangled, shivering mass of broken-yet-still-living mortal bodies she used as her royal chair. The twisted mass let out a creaking chorus of screams as her body made contact, electrifying their frayed nerves with an intense undulation of horrid pain and inhuman pleasures. Before she could get into the moment, however, her attention snapped towards one corner of the room. A few moments later, the shadows of the corner began to boil. From the oily darkness, a scraggily-haired young woman dressed in a tattered black teddy emerged into the World.

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.”

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.

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.

Two Makes Blue

 In a little cabin in a vast woods trapped in eternal night, two women were finding themselves being unusually hesitant. Neither Shady nor Osha were prone to second-guessing their wants, but one supposed there was a first time for everything!

 
“So, uh…” Osha’s smile was nervous.
 
“Yeah…” Shady was frowning slightly in thought.
 
“You’re sure you really want to do this?” said Osha.
 
“I said I’d do it, didn’t I?” huffed Shady, crossing her arms and glaring at her.

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. 

Origin Factor

The quiet town of Hush Mountain had seen a lull in activity the past few weeks. Hardly any travelers had passed through, much less stayed for a visit. Other than that lost, bedraggled couple who’d supposedly escaped from Immernacht, Gwendy hadn’t seen a non-Native soul in a while, and she was beginning to get a bit antsy! All the locals had cleared out from breakfast, and Steve was taking a smoke break out back, leaving Gwendy to just wipe down the counters and recheck the condiment containers.
 
So when an absolutely adorable young woman stepped into her diner, the sexy waitress was all smiles. Finally, a guest! She eyed the newcomer hungrily, a little more blatantly than she usually did. The newcomer was dark skinned, but with natural blond hair, sporting a lime-green dress with white trim. There was also something about her that gave Gwendy pause. Usually, the waitress was the one bewitching visitors with her friendly, sensual charm, but the more she looked at the newcomer, the more she felt a little stunned, herself!
 
The newcomer smiled sweetly and winked at her. “Don’t worry, cutie, I’m not here to cause trouble! I’d just like to have a little chat with your boss!”

Devine Domination

In the skies of Apoclypha, Domina hovered invisibly over the fresh ruins of a once-mighty human fortress. Below her, a settlement she had allowed to remain standing for a record three years, was a shattered pile of smoking rubble, splattered red and black with the blood of humans and demons alike. Whilst the remnants of the victorious demon horde picked through the rubble for survivors to further violate in excruciating ways, she willed the scant handful of fleeing humans a temporary reprieve. The refugee’s one remaining sorcerer, a warlock who had forcefully bound a succubus to his service, had commanded his demonic slave to cast a cloaking spell that would hide their group from enemy detection. The succubus’s magic shouldn’t have been strong enough to fully evade the senses of every demonic barbarian and savage beasts prowling the land, but Domina gave the creature’s spell a subtle boost, ensuring total invisibility even from monsters that could directly sense magic.
 
Domina would give the group three days to make it to another settlement of human “survivors”. After that, if they were still lost in the wild wreckage of Apoclypha, she’d spring the succubus from the sorcerer’s mystical bondage, and see if any of the ragged, injured group could survive the creature’s lascivious fury.
 
Watching the fortress fall, and its pathetic human denizens get violated in horrible ways had been a fun little show for the sadistic redheaded Omny. She tasted the pain of the humans, the pleasure of the demons, shivered in mini-orgasms at every brutal death inflicted on either side, even rode the senses to enjoy the raw emotion and sensation from either side, and it was all very pleasing.
 
But as she surveyed the days handiwork, she wore only a dull frown. But there was still a restlessness in her core that wasn’t quite satiated. Something felt a bit off. She had to admit, something had felt off for a little while now. Was she just bored? Omny’s didn’t really get bored, as such, but she did find herself feeling a sense of… longing. An Omny didn’t get bored, but they did, occasionally, crave a bit of variety on top of their usual activities.

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.”

A Soft Shadow

Her body cut through the water with a mermaid’s grace, slicing through the pool in a perfect freestyle stroke. She wasn’t in a rush, but a steady aquatic stride had her traveling the Olympic sized pool faster than most mortals could manage. She allowed herself to feel a bit of the strain of effort, remembering the few times she’d gotten to swim as a mortal youth. She still didn’t suffer fatigue, nor the need to breathe, however, and once she’d swum the full length several times, she dove fully under the water, drifting about in wide circles for nearly half an hour, just gliding along pleasantly.
 
Finally, Whitney arose from the water, floating into the air, and letting the drops rain down off her naked form. She nodded approvingly at her latest addition to her Mansion. Placing the new pool in a courtyard instead of an inside setting had been a good choice. With a final little tweak, she adjusted and set the “outdoor” weather to be a pleasantly warm afternoon sun to make the cool water feel just right.

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.”

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.

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?”

Inevitable Odds

In a small apartment in Melbourne, Osha was lazing about, playing on her phone. Classes were finished, and her job at the university was on pause. As long as she budgeted her money, she had the whole summer to slack off!
 
Presently, the young Melanesian woman was lying on her bed, watching videos on her phone, still wearing her pajamas. She was due to meet up with her boyfriend for lunch, but she saw no need to get ready any sooner than necessary.
 
In between mini-marathons of TikTok vids and Twitter scrolling, she suddenly got a text message from an unfamiliar e-mail address. Almost instinctively, she moved to delete it without looking, but the title caught her eye. [Sex Goddess Supreme!]
 
Osha found herself smirking. Morbid curiosity compelled her to see what terrible phishing scam this was. Some of these bot-scripted spam messages were so bad they were funny. With a title like that, it wouldn’t hurt to take a peek! She opened the text to give a glance before deleting. If it was funny enough, she’d screenshot it for a meme post.

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.

Savage Awakenings

WARNING: heavy gore and brutality

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She woke up with her stomach lurching again, forcing her conscious. She tried to make it to the bucket, but couldn’t crawl the full distance before her stomach spasmed, and she had to stop and gag against the floor. Nothing came out, but only because they hadn’t fed her in a few days. How many? Usually they let her starve for three if she acted up. The last clear memory of a meal was the night before, but then the following morning, she’d bitten the last “client” they’d thrown at her. At least, she thought she might have. The man had come in the room, and then things got blurry, and then when she could think again, she’d tasted blood on her tongue. Hers? Or the clients? Before she could really figure out what had happened, they’d given her the shot, and then the room was spinning and spinning and spinning and…

Savior

The first sign that someone had broken into his house was the busted doorframe; he hadn’t noticed it until he was nearly on his porch. The second sign was the door swinging open, and a stocky man in black with a stuffed duffle bag almost running him over.
 
Don didn’t need a third sign to clue him in on what to do. The man’s eyes widened as he yelled, “Shit!” and his hand went to his hip, where a pistol was holstered. Before he could reach it, Don’s fist shot out and socked him square in the jaw, hard enough he heard a tooth crack.
 
The man hollered and fell back onto the porch. He scrambled for his gun, but the duffle bag had landed over it with a hard thunk, and the distinct sound of breaking porcelain. Don winced, knowing that had likely been the fancy ceramic flask his ex-wife had left him. He didn’t give the man another second to get his wits, reaching down and socking him again, this time breaking the man’s nose.
 
The man hollered again, both hands reaching up to his face, while Don quickly shoved the duffle bag up and grabbed for the thief’s gun. His fingers grazed the handle right as something hard clocked him on the head. He went stumbling back off the porch and onto the walkway. Despite the strength of the blow, Don managed to shake it off, fight through the pain, and roll onto his feet. As he rose, though, he saw a second man, leaner but taller than the first, level a shotgun at him.
 
Don froze in place. For a brief second, he almost tried to throw up a defensive barrier, before remembering that he was on Earth; the Magic he learned on his divine lover’s fantasy worlds didn’t work here. Her blessing of perfect health still maintained, but that wasn’t going to save him from a point-blank round of buckshot.

Mingles Mingling

NOTE: this story takes place between "Released" and "A Separate Solution"

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They met at a bonfire, on a beach in northern Chili. A raucous summer party, with plenty of young men and women to have some fun with.
 
Demi was already there, having insinuated herself into the small crowd. She’d spent the past few weeks bouncing around college campuses and arranging encounters with travelers, getting to know the mortals of Earth and Thrae. She’d enjoyed dozens of flings already, but had yet to select anyone as a dedicated Plaything. There were a few very nice boys and girls she fancied, had played with several times during her sojourns, but in the end, she kept moving on. Such was the nature of an Omnymphotent, of course. An all-powerful sex fiend couldn’t settle for just one mortal lover. But both of her progenitors had quickly filled their little black books, so to speak, while Demi was content to take her time settling.