The Omnymphotents, Book Two: Omny Ex Machina

 

Megan: Huh. He actually did it. Salamando published our second eBook. If you actually want to give him money for some reason, you can purchase it at: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1127106

Cyl: Told you to have some faith.

Megan: Faith is for mortals.

Shady: Well, you coulda made a better sales pitch.

Domina: This is the story where I finally make my debut! What better pitch do you need than that?

Megan: Where we make our debut, you mean.

Domina: Same difference. The point is, I/we save the Omnyverse. Funny how that works out, isn't it? You're all welcome.

Shady: Excuse you, red, but you didn't exactly solo this bit. This story wouldn't even have happened if not for me and Cyl.

Domina: You didn't go far enough.

Cyl: We went exactly as far as we had to. Everything worked out.

Shady: Spoilers, jeez.

Megan: All the stories are still free on the website, doofus.

Shady: It was a joke, nerd. Speaking of, shame he wasn't able to put the comics in there.

Cyl: Well, he had to compromise by rewriting them in "quick-prose" as he calls it. Plus, there is a little bit of new material in the form of another foreward, and a new opening Prelewd chapter.

Shady: I suppose it'll do! Anyway, folks, stay tuned for Book Three! Which one will that be again?

Cyl: Next up should be the Empowered/Created collection, after that, I think the post-reset stuff still has some work to be done before it gets booked, so that might be awhile.

Shady: Get on it Sal!

Salamando: I workin' on it! Cut me some slack!

Shady: No.

Cyl: See you next book, folks!

The Omnymphotents, Book One: Through Mortal Eyes

Lettie: Hooray! Our first eBook! You can purchase it at Salamando's Smashwords page, at: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1126539

Shady: It's about damn time! How long has he been sitting on that cover?

Cyl: About two months.

Shady: What took him so damn long?

Cyl: Well, you know how he is. He thought he was going to have to write a whole new novel to start us off for a potential new audience. Got stuck trying to decide what origin to go with. Again.

Devi: You'd think he would have learned by now.

Cyl: He's getting there.

Whitney: Is that supposed to be me on the cover?

Lettie: You look great!

Cyl: It's the best stock photo he could find to match the feel of us, but I think it works well.

Shady: Not jealous it's not you on the cover?

Cyl: I'm just happy we have a book of our own.

Shady: Uh-huh.

Cyl: Spare me your projection, please.

Shady: Never!

Devi: "Through Mortal Eyes"? What is that supposed to mean?

Whitney: It's a collection of our earliest stories, the tales where Sal first wrote about us. All of those were told through our Plaything's perspectives. Takes you back, doesn't it?

Devi: Ah, yes, the good old days, back when there was no plan whatsoever, and we all had maybe half a dimension of personality.

Lettie: C'mon, cut him some slack. We were just starting off! We were basically just a writing exercise experiment back then.

Devi: We're still a writing experiment. It was just nice and uncomplicated back then.

Shady: Enjoy it while it lasts, readers! After this, things immediately go off the rails! Not that I'm complaining!

Cyl: Let's be real, if it didn't, we probably wouldn't still be around. But with that said, readers, look forward to Book Two! Sal's going to have to do some rewriting to get that one to fit the ebook, but it should be out soon!

Salamando: Please don't make promises on my behalf.

Cyl: Please actually make the book.

Salamando: Fine. Gawd.

Cyl: Soon, please.

Salamando: Don't rush me!

Lettie: See you again real soon, folks!

Salamando: What did I just say?!

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:

Christmas 2021 Holiday Card

 

The Omnys wish you a Happy Christmas!

Featuring the Original Five: Cyl, Devi, Lettie, Whitney, and Shady.

Reignbeau Revives

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Author's Note: The Omnys, in event they do get themselves truly killed, are capable of resurrecting through conceptual back-ups in the Meta, generating new forms for them directly into the Planar Void, with fully up-to-date memories. Cyl, and now Reignbeau, are pretty much the only two who've needed to worry about it, but who knows what the future has in store for the Omnyverse as a whole.

The Omny's actual "power level" is an interesting point of debate; "omnipotence", it turns out, is a relative term when you're dealing with the cosmic pantheons of comic book multiverses. Yes, ostensibly, the Omnys are among the most powerful set of characters I've ever created, except, of course, they are only the latest in a line of "omnipotent" entities that make up the lore of my many, many worlds. The idea of asking "who would win" between two nominally omnipotent characters is a pointless thought experiment; such beings are either demonstrably "equal" in being the highest beings of their respective universes, or one is clearly on a whole other level above the other. Stalemates or curbstomps tend to be how it goes when you're dealing with beings that can make and break universes with casual ease.

Thus, for all their power, the Omnys are decidedly "mid-tier" at best among all my cosmic creations, just going by the fact that there are some entities they simply have no chance of defeating, and depending on what universe they might travel to, there are indeed "weaker" enemies still able to defeat them, depending on what resources they can bring to bear, and what circumstances they take advantage of.

 At the end of the day, though, it really comes down to the fact that in order to give Cyl's search for heroic struggle any real gravitas, it has to actually be a struggle. Thus, despite being a multiversal Goddess, she can still get the shit kicked out of her if she isn't careful. But at the same time, as an entity who can exist in the Meta, she's also technically of higher status and influence than most of those very same entities who could beat her or make her fight her hardest to win, in a dramatic story context.

Narrative conceit's a bitch sometimes.

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.

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.

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.

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.