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.

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:

 

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.

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. 

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?”

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.

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.

Checking In

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Author's Note: While Cyl is absent, Wyllow and Demi decide to do a wellness check on Salamando, who's been largely drifting aimlessly about the Omnyverse. Thinking he's spending too much time brooding, they decide to be a couple of Manic Pixie Dream Girls and intrude on his grumpy time to drag him off on a grand DnD-esque adventure!

I like this intro sequence, so I thought I'd share it, but it's been sitting on my hard drive for a while now, and at this point, it's clear I'm not getting this done in comic form.

In part because I don't know what the adventure would actually be, and trying to do a full-scale adventure comic in Koi would be a huge pain in the ass and take forever.

In part, too, the whole "Omnys go and pester their author" bit is already feeling overdone and cringe at this point. At this point, Salamando the Avatar has had more appearances than some of the Omnys themselves, even if its just in cameo parts. I didn't think Sal was going to keep showing up, but it kind of just keeps happening as I continue to work through the meta-fictional themes of the series.

There's a chance I'll get around to writing a Demi/Wyllow high-fantasy adventure of some form eventually. Whether it'll be their quest with Sal (which was referenced in the stories, though not elaborated on), whether it'll factor into one of Didsy's adventures, or if it'll just be the two Mingles on their own, we'll just have to see what pops out of my brain when the time comes.

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.

Released

Cyl found him sitting on the patio of a small cafe, sipping a coffee while reading from an e-reader. She materialized in the seat across from him, wearing her skimpy red bikini. He was naked, of course; the girls here wouldn’t let him wear clothes.
 
Her appearance didn’t really startle him; he’d gotten used to magical women just showing up unannounced in his presence. He glanced up at her, scowled, and set his e-reader down. Despite his apparent annoyance at her presence, his cock seemed quite happy she was here, as it immediately started to rise to attention. She glanced down at it, appraising his condition. She sensed that Sal had been allowed a marathon relief session the night before, a reward for good behavior after enduring days of cruel, magical cock-teasing.

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

Prelewd Comic: Cyl Steps In

 This comic takes place between the Prelewd and Chapter One of Metafucktional Miracle, and after Shady Bullies Sal. Made with Koikatsu.

Prelewd Comic: Shady Bullies Sal

This was initially just a silly random comic made while messing around in Koikatsu, but would ultimately set the stage for the revision project that became this website. Ergo, I'm reposting them here. This takes place between the Prelewd and Chapter One of Metafucktional Miracle.