Shady's Hell

The world was a vast, dark cloudscape, deep purple thunderheads lit by distant flashes of lightning. Were one to travel into those clouds, they would simply be lost in them until they turned around, and came back out into the airy void in the center. But almost no one who came here had a chance to travel around. In fact, they could barely even move. The Demoness who forged this little realm made it for one very distinct purpose: the sexual torment of her human playthings.
 
Over a million miles worth of golden chains stretched across the dark space between the clouds, forming a vast net in which the Demoness’s lovers were caught. Attached to each link of chain was the limb of her human subjects; all were bound together, tightly spread-eagle, about a hundred feet apart, forming a great chain link plane, with the people forming the links.

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.

Half-and-Half

Devi sipped her tea as she glanced from the canvas to the horizon, then back again. With a thought, she slowly dabbed and streaked the little globs of paint across the canvas, not bothering with brushes as she filled in her latest masterpiece. A beautiful sunset cast deep reds across tall mountains, casting the jungle below in a splash of velvet crimson.
 
She could, of course, have just instantly made the painting appear, but even an Omnymphotent liked to actually do things manually sometimes. And despite the reputation they had made for themselves, sex was not actually the only thing they thought about. Devi had an appreciation for classical art, landscapes and portraits done in oil paintings or watercolor, that most who knew her might find surprising.
 
She still cheated a bit when making her own; after all, as an Omny, she had perfect skill in anything she tried. But that was the thing about art, wasn’t it? Technical skill at the craft was one thing. Being able to convey the emotion of a scene, to put one’s personal mark on it, that was another. Being the greatest artist in the universe didn’t mean much if you just soullessly replicated what you saw like a camera.

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.

Secret Origins

Author's Note: This is an "Old Canon" story, discussing one of the early origin plans for the series, before everything shifted into a new direction with Metafucktional Miracle. It is not canon to the current Omnyverse continuity, but the Omnys still remember it.

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Don spent several long minutes getting his breath back, letting his mind and body cool off as his lover finally released him from her erotic grasp. Cyl settled onto the bed and curled against his side, resting her head on his chest. She gave out a little moan as she basked in the afterglow of sex; as she cooled off, Don saw the world around them shift back to his bedroom. A moment ago, they’d been drifting through the sky in Cyl’s world of floating islands, making love as they flew. Freed from gravity, they’d had a full day of sex from every concievable position; Don had felt like a leaf on the winds of pure ecstacy. It would have been kind of terrifying if just touching her wasn’t so overwhelmingly pleasurable, and he didn’t already trust her completely to keep him safe.

Sex and Magic

“Why do our little fights always end up like this?”

“Because we’re perverts.”

The two women lay cuddled together in a warm bundle of erotic afterglow. Cyl was curled up against Shady’s form, resting her head on the other’s shoulder, one arm over her stomach, one leg crossed over her thigh. Shady’s one arm curled around Cyl’s back, and with other, she idly traced her fingertips over the smooth skin of Cyl’s arm. The two sat upon an enormous bed, in the middle of a wide courtyard of sorts, the only structure on a small island floating in an endless blue sky.

Shady stared up at the world’s silvery sun thoughtfully. Cyl kept her gaze on Shady’s chest. She wasn’t sure what to say after that week-long quickie.

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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.