Tell Me Why

NOTE: Non-Erotic

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I hear him call out to me, a one-word prayer that I’m always on alert for.
 
“Cyl.” The tone of his voice tells me this is not a booty call. A glance ahead shows him sitting in the dark, brooding. I guess it’s time to address this, at last.
 
In an instant, I cross dimensions to appear before him. Instead of my usual skimpy red attire, I stick to my pitch black body suit, covering me fully from neck to toes. Impossibly form fitting, but so dark my body appears more like a silhouette. A Cylhouette, if you will. But this isn’t the time for jokes.

Story Girls: Lina and Violet

So. Some cosmic hot chick bring you to life out of a smut rag, too?

Yes.

Wild, huh? She already sic you on one of her Boy Toys?

Yes.

How do you feel about that?

What do you care?

Jeez, just makin' conversation, ya ice queen.

Well don't. I'm psychic, Lina. And I don't like what I see in you.

What, you one of those goody-two-shoes nice girl protagonists? Figures.

Oh, I can be sadistic. If my partner wants it.

Oh, yeah, I bet you're the most hardcore handholder in the west.

Sure. If you like.

Oh, come on. See, that's the problem with you good-guys, you only have any fight in you when you're backed into a corner. You're all puppy dogs. Me, I'm a shark. I make sure people know not to fuck with me right off.

I'll bet.

*sigh* Alright, look. Truth is, neither of us is necessarily bound to the role we were before. Don't hate me becaus I was written to be a psychodomme. I mean, I still want all the boys groveling at my feet, but this is a fresh start, you know? I don't have to come out the gate both arms swinging. I can't really do the "nice girl" thing, but I don't have to be an unhinged terror this time around, you know?

If you're sincere about that, then good on you. I still don't like you.

Well, that's a shame, because I'm pretty sure our Omnys are expecting us to bump uglies together with whoever they send here.

Wonderful.

Is it, though? Is it really?

I was being sarcastic.

Yeah, no shit. So, really, how do you feel, knowing you only exist right now to fulfill some horny boys' jerk off fantasy, and some cosmic perverts voyuerism fetish?

Honestly? I can kind of dig it. I use dream manipulation for similar things on my boyfriend. It's just that dream-beings aren't self-aware. It's a little disconcerting actually being in that position yourself. Still, I think that, knowing what I am, I find I don't really mind too much when I think about it. Once we're done here, she says we're free to go and live a new life.

Aren't you going to miss your boyfriend?

He's here, too, in another part of the Mansion. We've fooled around with others on occasion, so, you know, it's not a terrible deal or anything.

Huh. Well, that's nice.

Yep.

So, um, listen. I'm not begging for your friendship or anything, but you're kind of the first other Story Girl I've gotten to talking to. If this little session goes well, you want to, I don't know, trade e-mails or whatever? We can keep in touch via that PlayNet thing.

I'll have to think about it.

Sure, sure. ... Hmmm...

What?

Just wondering when this guy is supposed to show up. I'm getting antsy.

So play with yourself until he shows.

Ha! You perv! You a voyeur, too, or something?

Just thought it might be a fun thing for him to walk in on, is all.

Uh-huh. Tell you what, I’ll do it if you do it.

I’m good.

How about if I use my powers, and make you feel everything I do to myself?

You touch me even once with your powers, I will shut your brain off.

Honey, I’m psychic, too, and I have elemental flesh control. I’ll cut your brain to pieces before you can fire off a mind-bolt.

Hmph. Just stay over there until it’s time to play. I’m pretty sure Whitney’s not going to let us kill each other.

Aw, I was hoping we’d get into one of those slapfights that transitions into a make-out session. Then maybe the horndog guy comes in, and is so turned out, he just pounces on us, and tries to wedge his dick in between us.

Guess you got a subby streak in there after all, huh?

Oh, not at all! It’ll just be a good lead-in set up to “punish” him!

Good grief.

Oh, come on, you’ve never once set a guy up for a sexy teasy payback?

I used to, but it’s not a habit I want to get carried away with.

Aw, come on, it’ll be fun. Some guys are into that sort of thing. Hey, we can even spin this so you’re the good cop and I’m the bad cop. I tell him he’s doomed to never cum again. You say maybe we can negotiate a deal to let him off the hook.

You got this all worked out, don’t you?

Jeesh, will you loosen up? If you hate me that much, go to another room! I’m sure Whitney won’t mind that much.

Nah, I better stick around, to make sure you don’t obliterate the poor guy.

Alright, fine. Then how about this? You’re the stronger psychic, so I’ll leave his mind to you, and you can ride his face if you want. Meanwhile, I’ve got body control, so I’ll play with his cock, and ride that. We’ll double-team him from both heads.

I think I can agree to that.

Awesome. This’ll be great, you’ll see.

No funny business.

Nope, just fun business! By the way, any idea who we’re being saddled with?

Whitney wouldn’t say, but he’s supposed to be some kind of porn author. Said girls like us are the stuff of his dreams.

Uh… wait… he’s an author… who dreams of girls like us… and we’re both Story Girls… you, uh, don’t think that…

I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?

Lettie Pops In

 

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Authors Notes: This was my first attempt at an Omnymphotent comic, made well before the Reset. As such, despite using the same model, and being a writer, the redhead Lettie is visiting is not supposed to be Salamando. :P

This was another case where I had this scene in mind, but once finished, I didn't really have a follow up for it. Normally, something this short would sit on my hard drive for weeks to months to years, before I came back and picked it up again, fleshing it out into a larger piece. But I think I'm just going to leave it here. For one thing, it's hard to top Lettie's sex scene from "Lettie's Ex", and for another, the Honey Select 2 studio is just a lot more limited with what I can do. It's still great for single-panel Captioned Images, but for full comics, I just find it a mess to work with.

Oh, well. I might still be able to figure something out down the road. In either case, I hope quick little snippets like these are still amusing for some.

Interview With An Omnymphotent

INTERVIEW WITH AN OMNYMPHOTENT
 
Although many people have been visited by the Omnymphotents, we still don’t really know that much about them. They’re usually too busy driving us out of our minds with pleasure, or roping us into their sex games. It seems not many of them really like to just sit down and talk, especially not about themselves. Rumors abound, but the Omnys don’t confirm or deny much.
 
I suppose that makes me fortunate that my Omny is more platonically social with mortals. I’ve written several informative articles for the PlayNet Library based on our conversations, trying to share some basic facts with those of us who have access. The Omnys like keeping things mysterious, but I convinced mine that it might help our relationship with them to have at least some baseline understanding of where they are coming from.
 
I’m not a professional journalist, and even for this interview, the Omnys are not very forthcoming, so don’t expect much. But hopefully this glimpse of insight will do something for you.

Passing It On

NOTE: This was intended to be a rewrite of another old story from about 2009, called the Weird But Exciting Scene. This ended up way longer than intended, but serves to introduce Phallimagery, the Omnyverse's own variant to Sex Magic.

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I winced as I heard the girls laughing in the next room. Natalie and Anna had arrived five minutes ago, and Krys was still making small talk with them. I swallowed hard. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited, in every sense, for what was to come, but I’d also be lying if I said I wasn’t dreading it. But Krys wasn’t giving me a choice. Even if I managed to find some way to sneak out the back, it wouldn’t matter. My diamond-hard cock and aching full balls were a sobering reminder of her power over me. I couldn’t have been more trapped if she’d bound me in iron shackles to the bed. She needed no such bindings to keep me in place, however. All she needed to do for my compliance was to think about my cock.
 
I could feel her thoughts now. My organ was already at maximum stiffness, but it quivered with unnatural tension as I felt her mind coax it. I let out a small gasp, and my hands shook at my sides. I tried to make myself calm down with deep breaths. When she got me this tense, it got hard to think straight.

Devi's Blessing

 As soon as she stepped into the bar, every woman in the building felt a flush of arousal. Many shivered, a few gasped, every conversation paused for a moment. A few blushed hotly, a few fanned themselves. All felt a sudden, unmistakable moistening of their nether lips. The cause was not immediately evident to all, but as she walked through the room, heads turned and jaws dropped, lips quivered and thighs squeezed together.
 
The tall Indian woman in the tight orange dress strode with an easy confidence to the bar. Eyes tracked her, even as some couples tried to resume their conversations, or otherwise pretended not to stare. The woman glanced about the room and, for a moment, every woman who could see her held their breath, even as they soaked their panties. Then, something seemed to pass over the crowd. As if awakened from a daze, the women blinked or shook their heads or cleared their throats, and managed to look away from the newcomer, as if they’d suddenly decided she wasn’t all that interesting after all.
 
Devi was, in fact, probably one of the most interesting women on the planet. However, she didn’t want to cause too disruptive a scene just yet. So she allowed herself to fade into the background as just another patron. Several sets of women, however, still stopped what they were doing, and started kissing, or excusing themselves to the bathroom, or, when they thought no one could see, started rubbing themselves a bit. They may have stopped noticing the tall Indian woman, but their bodies did not forget the effect she had.

Exposing Date

Will swallowed nervously as he watched the other shoppers pass him by. He was seated on one of the benches lining the edge of the rail, which lined the mall’s upper floor. Dozens of people passed, but none of them noticed him, thankfully. Still, he couldn’t shake the nervousness as he sat there, stark naked in a public place, waiting for his “date” to finish in the store ahead of him. She’d told him to stay put, and if he even tried to get up and hide, she’d let her power slip.
 
Both of them were totally nude, but somehow, nobody noticed. Lettie had said she was using her power to make it appear to other people that they were wearing clothes, but it was just an illusion. One that, at any second, he was sure was going to falter, that somehow, someone would look past the spell, or the spell was going to fail, or she might turn it off for a laugh, or something like that. He had to either stay near her, or stay where she told him to, or the spell would cease, so he couldn’t get away! It hadn’t happened yet, but he couldn’t shake the anticipation that was half-dread, half-arousal. He had a thing for Clothed Female, Naked Male scenarios, and public sexual humiliation fantasies, but even with the assurance of his magical “date”, this was way too close for comfort!

Shady's Brother

I came downstairs reluctantly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Today promised to be another tedious, hot day of mowing lawns and mulching flower beds. I hated yard work, but it was the only job I could get for the summer break that actually paid above minimum wage. So I’d grit my teeth and bear it until college started up again.
 
As I entered the living room on my way to the kitchen, I froze. There on the couch was the girl who had made it her mission to fuck with me, literally and figuratively. The girl who, until six months ago, had been my perfectly ordinary, bratty little sister.
 
Then one day, she woke up as something else entirely. And our life-long sibling bickering shifted to a completely new dynamic. Now, she held all the cards, and I was her helpless little toy.

Meeting Cyl

When I first met her, she was making coffee in my kitchen. I was just coming out of the bathroom, still a bit groggy after having done my morning business. I was, thankfully, off work for the weekend, but I still had trouble sleeping in past six. Years of early rising had trained my internal clock for it.
 
As I stepped out into the hallway, I heard the sounds of movement, the clink of a mug on the counter, and the tinny beep of the coffee maker finishing up a brew. For a brief moments, in my half-sleep, I wondered why my wife was up so early. Then, as the scent of coffee struck my nose and coaxed me more awake, I remembered my wife and I had divorced two years ago, and she’d moved to another country since.
 
My body tensed. I was in just my boxers and an undershirt. My shotgun was under my bed, but it was unloaded, and there was no way I was going to reach it before the intruder could catch me if they came around the corner. My golf clubs, which now served mostly to collect dust, were in the garage. My baseball bat was in the hall closet, but could I reach it in time to use it?
 
I realized it didn’t matter. They knew I was up; they must have heard me in the bathroom already. I weighed my options, standing there. They weren’t coming out to get me. I decided to go for the bat. The closet was the next door between me and the kitchen. If I just moved quickly enough—
 
“I’m not going to shoot you, sir,” came a honeyed, feminine voice. “I’m not here to rob you, either. I’d just like to have some coffee with you.”

Whitney's Party

As Hank stepped out the front door of his house, he blinked in surprise. Instead of his porch, the front door opened to reveal a long hallway in another house. His momentum carried him out the door before he could stop himself, but the moment he realized what was happening, he turned to try and dash back into his home.

He didn’t know why he bothered. His front door suddenly swung shut, the knob yanking out of his hand. He quickly grabbed the knob again and tried to open it. It was locked. He reached into his pockets to grab his keys, only to find he no longer had pockets. This was because he no longer had on pants. In fact, he was no longer wearing anything at all.
 
Hank turned back, quickly assessing his situation. He didn’t see anyone approaching him, but he knew exactly who was behind this. He turned back again to find his front door was now gone, replaced by a normal door as would separate any two rooms in a house, rather than the house from the outside.