Lore: The Created

THE GIFT OF LIFE
Of all the many abilities an Omnymphotent possesses, one of the most notable is their ability to create living beings. With a thought, they are able to manifest into existence fully formed, fully developed, free-willed, living people.
 
In many cases, Omnys will create beings on the fly in order to fulfill a sexual fantasy or roleplaying situation, or to have them perform special tasks and duties as needed. However, many such beings are usually erased after their purpose is served. This is not the case for all such beings, however. Some develop enough sense of self-awareness and self-direction to desire a continued existence once their duty is fulfilled. Some the Omny simply finds too charming or interesting to just erase. Some are allowed to remain with a Plaything as a special favor.
 
Such artificial beings granted true life are known as the Created. Technically, this term could apply to the millions of beings and creatures made to inhabit the Worlds of the Omnys, but among Playthings, the term tends to refer to the independent sapient beings whom live on Earth or Thrae, mingling with mortal society.

Lore: The Empowered

THE BLESSING OF THE GODDESS
The Omnymphotents possess the ability to imbue mortals with superhuman powers. They could, if they so desired, make every other man and woman on Earth nearly as powerful as they are. However, for their own reasons, the Omnys aren’t really interested in uplifting humanity. They will, however, bless some of the Playthings and even one-night stand lovers with minor powers, either as a reward for a good time, or to see how that woman may use her powers to enjoy herself.
 
All of their lovers are blessed with excellent health and an enhanced ability to recover from illness and injury. Some are given a boost to their natural beauty. During sex, many Playthings are given at least a temporary enhancement to their body’s stamina and durability, and if necessary their mental fortitude, if only so sex with their Omny doesn’t destroy them.
 
The Empowered, however, are those who have been gifted truly superhuman abilities, and are allowed to keep them even after their sexual sessions with their Omny.

Lore: The Omnymphotents

ALL-POWERFUL, ALL-HORNY
What follows is a thorough overview of the entities dubbed the Omnymphotents. The name is a portmanteau of “Omnipotent” and “Nympho(maniac)”. Yes, I know it’s ridiculous. The Omnys themselves are ridiculous. Just roll with it, okay?
 
To explain it in brief, an Omnymphotent is a human woman who possesses vast reality warping powers and an incredibly high sex drive. Freed from mortal limitations, they now spend their eternal existence using their abilities entertain themselves, seeking endless sexual thrills, and doing other hobbies in between their cosmic couplings.
 
That’s really all you need to know about them, if you’re satisfied with the gist. But for those who wish to know the further details, proceed at your leisure.

A Separate Solution

The throne room was a stark black and red gothic deco style, like something out of an elaborate vampire movie. Even more stark, however, were the random naked humans chained up along the walls, bolted to the floor, or hanging from the ceiling, all bound in elaborate, body-twisting racks. And yet, despite how painful their positions looked, it was clear that their moaning and writhing came from intense pleasure, or at least, pleasure mixed with the pain.
 
Men thrashed and howled as their cocks strained with agonizing tension, beet red with blood pressure, the veins bulging like little cords across their shaking, leaking cocks. Women writhed and screamed as their clits and nipples were painfully stiff with tension, their pussies practically gushing fluids. The poor things were simultaneously suffering sensual pain and unbearable sexual teasing, mystical stimulation continuously sending pulses of intense pleasure through their bodies, and yet even as every pulse should have sent them into bone-rattling orgasm, that relief never came. Their cruel mistress held their fragile bodies right at the screaming, nerve-searing edge of climax, never letting them go over, never ceasing the stimulation, until the poor little mortals were completely out of their minds!
 
This was Shady’s kind of place alright! As she stepped through the halls of writhing, teased humans, she let her own lustful aura radiate without a care, pumping even more tension and aching desire into them.

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.

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.

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?