By yearends and delta7447

Set in the "Super Goddess" universe created by Akane.




February 22, 2175



Britney Atwater sat quietly on a chair in her bedroom, dressed in a loose T-shirt and sweats, when she felt herself lifted from the seat as Jennifer Martinette teleported in underneath her, erasing her pants and nosing the head of a thick cock at her folds.


But instead of being eager for sex as she ordinarily was, Britney instead teleported into another chair, erasing her genitals as she went and bringing back her sweats.


"What's wrong?" Jennifer asked, recognizing the behaviour as utterly atypical for her old friend.


"I'm not sure," Britney admitted. "I just... I need some time to think."


"Take all the time you need," Jennifer said.


"No, I need time away from here."


Jennifer's face fell. "How long?"


"I don't know," Britney said. "But, after what I did, after what you might have done..."


"After what I did," Jennifer corrected gently.


"I need to think about things, Jen. And I can't do it here. Too many memories, too many distractions. I need to be alone, where..."


"Where I won't follow."


Britney smiled faintly. "I just don't want to leave you. Especially not now."


"Britney," Jennifer reminded her, "the most important person you need to take care of is yourself. You can't help anyone else if you can't help yourself. Don't worry about me. I've got people here, lots of people. If you need to be alone, do that. Think about things. Sort stuff through. I'll be here when you're ready."


The single tear that fell from the ultipotent's eye as she vanished out of her home universe was soon joined by a flood from the Super Goddess.




December 7, 2174


Britney Atwater appeared in Jennifer Martinette's private lab, the Super Goddess moaning in pain in her arms.


"Jen, what's going on?" Britney asked, worried. There shouldn't be anything--well, nothing physical, anyway--capable of causing a Super Goddess this much discomfort.


"Get... someone..." Jen forced herself to say. "Irina..."


Britney nodded. For all that every Super Goddess was theoretically every other one's equal in all endeavours, each had their own preferences and proclivities, which informed their various fields of expertise, and when it came to pure science, as well as understanding a Super Goddess's powers, none of them came close to Irina Volkoba.


Putting out the mental call, Britney laid Jen on a padded table, created a chair, and sat down, holding her hand.


"It'll be all right," she said soothingly. "Nothing we can't fix."


"I... can feel... it..." Jen whispered. "Everything... I can see... everyone... change... anything, do... anything..."


"You can do that already," Britney reminded her.


"No... anything, Britney... anything at all..." Jen passed out.


A few moments later, Irina appeared. "This had better be important, Britney. I was just about to unravel the time paradox around the Avi--" She cut herself short as she sensed what was happening with Jen. "What'd you do." Her voice was flat and hard.


"We were playing around, cheat codes from old games," Britney explained.


Irina nodded impatiently.


"Anyway after the first few just gave us massive orgasms, I decided to enter a 'God mode' cheat from an old game. Thought it wouldn't do anything. Instead, well, you can see for yourself."


"Well, obviously that's not what happened," Irina pointed out needlessly. "I'll have to drain off the excess power."


"And put it where?"


Irina reached into her cleavage and pulled out a flask made of pure Super Goddess power. "I've been experimenting with storing bits and pieces of my own power, to see what uses it can be put to. Haven't come up with anything that it wouldn't just be easier to do myself, but..." She thought for a moment. "I'm going to need your help."


"My help?" Britney was quite surprised. She couldn't think of anything she could add that Irina's greater power couldn't already accomplish.


"All that other magic you picked up while you were gallivanting about other realities. I think this would be safer if you formed a tube out of that through which I can siphon the excess. Remember when you tried passing some of it to Jennifer?"


Britney nodded. Not long after she'd gotten back she and Jen had looked at what would happen if Britney tried to put a little "foreign" magic in Jen's system. As it turned out, a Super Goddess's power was so strong that it simply rejected any such "invasion". If that held true even when it was being moved from one place (such as it was) to another, Irina might well be right.


Focusing, Britney set aside the power that she'd received from Jennifer, drew up the other magic she'd absorbed. Thankfully her own power hadn't rejected it, and made it fully self-replenishing, so she had no worry about losing it. She rather enjoyed the randomness it imbued to her abilities.


With the supernatural tube formed between Jen's essence and Irina's flask, the Russian Super Goddess began probing at Jen's very being, attempting to separate the other Super Goddess's own power from the excess that had been forced into her somehow, slowly draining it away until she determined the key property that differentiated them. Moments later, the flask was full and Jen was sitting up, looking as hale and chipper as ever.


"OK, now that that's over," Irina said, getting up to place the bottled power carefully on a shelf, "could you please explain just what you were thinking?"


Jen smirked. "Maybe it'd be easier if Britney just showed you."


"Not if you're gonna do whatever you did to Jen to me," Irina said.


"Don't worry, I know not to do that again any time soon," Britney said, pointing a finger at Irina to change her clothing into what Jen had worn for her stream. Tapping the shirt in the same way she had for Jen, Irina swiftly was overcome with a powerful climax.


When she recovered, she said, "Well, I have to admit, I wasn't expecting that. Does open up some new avenues for research, though."


Jen, once again, had that incredibly smug look on her face.


"Unless you've already done it all and didn't tell the rest of us about it," Irina said, a hint of accusation in her voice.


"Maybe," Jen said, her mind as closed to another Super Goddess as it was to any ultipotent.


"You're gonna make me do all the hard work myself, aren't you."


"You mean the fun work," Jen corrected.


"I'm not especially interested in playing video games, Jen. I've got world-changing discoveries to make."


"You don't have to play them, just research their cheat codes."


Irina sighed. "Maybe another time. But why did a 'God mode' cheat do that?" she wondered. "We're already as powerful as we can be."


"Not really," Britney pointed out. "You're all equally powerful, but in theory any one of you could become more powerful. It would basically make that one the equivalent to the others what you are to ultipotents like me. That Super Goddess would be able to strip any of the rest of you of her powers, or elevate you, in whatever hierarchy she pleased, or even put non-Super Goddesses above Super Goddesses."


Jen nodded. "We like to say we're omnipotent, and it's a fair approximation, but we're not, since there's more than one of us. So it is a bit of a conceit to call ourselves 'Goddesses,' at least depending on your cultural perspective on the matter."


"All right," Irina said, "so by activating this 'God mode,' Jen started to ascend beyond the rest of us?"


"Sure felt that way," Jen said. "Except that I couldn't control it. It was like I was having some sort of seizure from the excess power flooding me. It was all I could do to not let my subconscious simply reshape reality the way the part of me my Super Empathy normally keeps firmly repressed would want."


"Like how?" Britney asked, curious.


"Well, for starters, I'd probably fix whatever's wrong with Sofia."


Britney and Irina shrugged. That didn't sound so bad.


"And then I'd probably depower Yomi and block Shizuka from powering her back up."


That drew a more nervous nod from the other two. They had both always been a little uneasy about Yomi Shirogane enjoying ultipotence, but as a general rule Super Goddesses didn't second-guess other Super Goddesses on most matters, and besides, they all knew Shizuka would just re-empower her.


"And then I'd probably make Britney a Super Goddess, and then lead us all to the sort of universal domination I'd likely believe we deserve," Jen finished.


"What?" Irina exploded.


"Why wouldn't I want the woman who raised me almost from birth to be a Super Goddess? I feel as strongly for her as I do for you, Irina, after all. And as for the other, we're omnipotent and omniscient--and in this instance, that would be quite literally true of me--so, I would think, why shouldn't we rule? We know what's best for everyone better than they do, after all. I could just look along all the possible futures and see which one turns out best, and force everyone down that path," Jen pointed out.


Irina got up, marched over to the flask, and shoved it back in her cleavage. "Never use that code again," she instructed Britney firmly.


"Hey," said Jen, "I didn't say we just couldn't use it. We just have to make it safe, so that the extra power doesn't circumvent our Super Empathy."


"And doesn't send you into the equivalent of a seizure," Britney added.


Irina glared at the pair. "And just how do you intend to do that?"


"Stabilize it. Imbue it with a reinforcement for Super Empathy." Jen chuckled. "Make sure it doesn't get us drunk."


"And what would be the point of taking such an incredible risk?" Irina pressed.


"We know there are Super Witches out there," Jen said. The Super Goddesses had long known of the possibility, of course, but had tried to keep anyone else from finding out until they discovered that Britney had come to the same conclusion independently. "And while we've made a few contingency plans, we couldn't actually drive one off if she didn't want to leave. All we could do is try to make it as boring as possible for her, but that would still leave everyone else stuck as part of Ha-neul. Not the worst fate, mind you, but not great. But if we had a way, a safe way, of making one of us more powerful, then she could send the Super Witch away for good, put up a barrier against her that still lets anyone else through, and we can all live in relative peace."


Irina nodded. All of them thought that it was pretty unlikely a Super Witch would bother a reality with over a dozen Super Goddesses, but they also knew that being omnipotent and immortal meant that they could plan for any and every contingency, however remote.


Besides, some realities--realities with people they cared about--weren't so lucky.


"How do you propose to do it, then?" the Russian asked.


Jen smiled. "Well, we're gonna need a few ingredients."




February 14, 2175


It had taken some time to figure out just what all would be necessary to make the "Ascension Formula", as they'd all come to call it, safe for Super Goddess consumption.


"What if one of us took it?" Britney had asked at one point.


"Brain death, probably," Jen had said as she probed the mixture of raw omnipotence and a little of Britney's otherworldly magic. "I think the only people who could handle it are the ones who are, fundamentally and in origin, pure magic."


"And that means a Super Goddess."


Jen had smiled, a bit sadly. "I'm afraid so. Sorry. You're just going to have to trust us."


"I always do," Britney had said, hugging the other, "and I do."


The hardest ingredient to procure had been Paula's Super Empathy. Not because Paula was unwilling to help, but because it didn't manifest as strongly as Paige's.


"Sorry," Jen said. "I know that was more difficult than it should have been, but even Paige can't quite substitute in this."


"It's all right," Paula said. "I know how much this means to you, and mine's the strongest, after all."


The mixture now was a hodgepodge of all sorts of things, Britney thought, examining it. She could see strains of her own power, of course. Jennifer had realized early on that she would need to dilute the bottled power somehow, cutting it with other magic, making it less potent than it might be but, she hoped, more stable. She asked other ultipotents for a sample of their power, also: Blake, the only man raised to ultipotence; Aisha, the Elf; Naomi, as a hybrid. All of them had unique properties that altered their magic in some unanticipated way.


After that, Jen and Irina had decided that they needed a thorough dose of Super Empathy, and that meant two people: Suzie and Paula. Paula, for her part, had the strongest Super Empathy among all the Super Goddesses, though it didn't always manifest as strongly as Paige's due to Paula's enjoyment of certain activities. Suzie, for her part, was the only ultipotent to have what was effectively an implanted form of Super Empathy, Paige having been careful to foster that within her friend as she slowly elevated the other to ultipotence.


Now all the people who'd worked on the project stood around the workbench, looking at the concoction.


"I give it fifty-fifty," Irina said.


"Fifty-fifty for what?" Naomi asked, a bit impatient to get back to Kareland. It wasn't that Nadia wasn't perfectly competent and, of course, equally powerful; it was just that her realm was her responsibility.


"Whether it makes whichever of us drinks it even more powerful or deletes her from existence."


"What?" Britney said. "You didn't mention this before!"


Irina, Jennifer and Paula sent out a blast of power, fixing the timeline in place, forcing whatever all of them had done to remain so, even if the drug failed and caused its user never to have existed.


"So which of us should take it?" Jennifer asked.


"You're the only one with experience," Paula pointed out.


"Such as it is," Irina added. Jennifer shook her head and smiled a bit.


"Happy birthday to me, I guess," she said, and downed the vial.


Jennifer Martinette vanished, as if she had never been.




The two Super Goddesses and four ultipotents looked at each other.


"Is she still here?" Blake asked.


"Considering that I still remember her," Aisha said, "I'm assuming that if she no longer exists, at least that's only the case going forward."


"Not quite," Irina said. "If she had ceased ever to have been, you would have two sets of memories now. Rather confusing to reconcile, probably."


There was a soft giggle in the air, but not heard, or even thought. It was as if reality itself was giggling.


"Jen?" Britney asked tentatively.


There was no answer, but Irina's hands began moving, quite clearly against her will, to her crotch, and she began to masturbate.


Paula, meanwhile, lost control of her body entirely, and began doing a striptease, projecting to the others not to worry about the pheromone buildup; she could tell that some greater force than her was locking those in.


As Britney looked around, Elza Sabini popped in.


"Jen's making me do this," she said in a gorgeous, melodic voice that almost brought all four ultipotents to their knees in orgasm. "I just want to say that I love all of you, except maybe Irina, because you exposed Bianca to so many pheromones that I have to look up to look her in the eyes. I hate looking up!" Elza blushed harder the more she spoke.


"You know, Elza, you have a lovely voice," Naomi said. "I'd love to hear more of it."


Elza blushed even harder. Britney could feel that she was trying to teleport away out of embarrassment, but something was preventing it.


More Super Goddesses appeared as Jen demonstrated how powerful she had become. Zheng Mei and Lei popped in, kissing like they were lovers who had been apart too long, groping each other's bodies in all the right spots. M'Wela Mutegaraba and Shizuka Hirose also appeared, in the throes of furious lesbian sex.


Park-Ha neul and Brunhilde von Wittgenstein then appeared, the German photographer cloning herself multiple times and violating the Korean and herself every which way while cameras captured the scene from every possible and impossible angle. And Britney's stomach leaped into her throat as Sofia showed up, but she relaxed as she realized the Super Goddess who wished she weren't was sitting on a stool naked, bound and gagged, wearing a conical dunce cap.


"Not going to do anything to us, Jen?" Britney asked.


The purpose of reality seemed to shift, from simply allowing existence to articulating a certain message. Why should I? it now communicated. I can do that any time I like. But this... this is new. This is fun.


"This is dangerous," Britney replied. "You're out of control again."


No I'm not. Reality seemed petulant. I'm completely in control. Of everything.


Britney looked down as her hand moved up to grope her boob. "Where are you, Jennifer?" she asked, beginning to gasp as her fingers pinched her nipple. "What are you?"


I'm everywhere. I'm everything. I'm everyone. I'm all that ever was, is, or will be. There is nothing except me.


"Jennifer," said Aisha even as Blake slipped his cock in her ass and Naomi began eating her out, "you have to let us fix this. This isn't right. We're not simply your toys to do with as you like. And especially not them."


But I don't want you to fix this. Reality pouted. I like being this way. This is what I was meant to be. I know that now.


"That's the power talking, Jennifer," Aisha said. "Not you."


I am my power. Power is my reality. Reality is me. Everyone in the room found themselves unable to do anything but laugh along with reality. More ultipotents appeared as Jen pulled them in, all engaged in various sorts of sexual activity. Even Sofia's monstrous ultipotents were there, clustered around their mistress, restrained just as she was.


Britney looked around the lab as Aisha fell silent. What seemed like every single Super Goddess and ultipotent had been dragged in there, forced into sexual activity or otherwise too embarrassed by what they were doing to be able to act. Even she found that she could not entirely cease what she was doing, though she could move between breasts, or down to her pussy if she preferred. She could no longer sense Jennifer's direct presence, though, and felt no block on her powers.


But as she grew out a twelve-inch cock and began jacking it, she tried to teleport away, and found that Jennifer had trapped them there. All of them.


Britney Atwater screamed in rage and frustration at how her friend had betrayed her trust.




Paige McDowell trudged back home in silence and sadness as another date ended, as all of hers did, in Agape. Another man who loved not the woman but the Goddess, who was happier being a part of her than being with her.


As if to mock her, the rain pelted down as she walked, soaking through her clothes. She was too dispirited to want to experience the joy of flight, too beaten down to simply escape by teleporting. The universe, it was clear to her, did not wish her to be happy, but rather be only a conduit through which others might find happiness in her.


After a few hours she slipped her key in the lock on her apartment and stepped inside. With a sigh she dried herself off with a thought. She needed to talk to someone, as she always did after these tragedies, and there was only one person whom she trusted enough to understand and listen without judgment, only consolation and commiseration.


Picking up her phone, she pressed a number on her speed dial and let it ring.


It rang.


And rang.


Something, Paige McDowell realized, was not right.


Suzie Gallagher never failed to pick up. It didn't matter what sorts of perverse tastes she was indulging, it didn't matter who was helping her do so. When Paige called, Suzie always answered.


Sitting down on her bed, Paige cast her mind out, trying to find Suzie. Maybe she was visiting another reality.


Nothing. It was as if she had simply vanished.


She searched for other ultipotents. Britney and Yomi, she knew, were frequent partners, but they too were nowhere to be found, not in this reality or in any other she knew of.


But she did sense something about her current reality. Something that had changed. Something that was...


"Jen?" she gasped.


Paige's mind raced. Somehow, she knew, Jennifer Martinette had something to do with what had happened to Suzie and Britney and Yomi and all the rest. Even her telepathic calls to other Super Goddesses went unheeded.


Something, Paige McDowell realized again, was not right, and she was the only person in existence who could put it right.




Jennifer was high on the unrestrained power of true omnipotence.  How did she ever put up with such constricting limitations?


Her mind roared with possibilities. Since her mind was now indistinguishable from reality, every idea she had came to life.  Bolts of lightning shot from one end of the universe to the other, manifesting even her brain’s nerve impulses.


She produced enormous fistfuls of the building blocks of life and tossed them haphazardly into the void of space, instantly producing trillions of vibrant galaxies teeming with life of all sorts, including several that hadn’t existed before now: macroscopic and sentient bacteria, an avant-garde species composed of a new form of matter, even a galaxy populated entirely by sentient celestial bodies--there were no limits!  She could even reach back in time billions of years and create a certain race destined to evolve into beings of pure energy--so, of course, she made it happen.


On a whim, literally everything became an erogenous zone.  Any sort of movement anywhere, on any scale, stimulated her beyond comprehension.  Super Orgasms rushed through her entire omnipresent being as beams of infinitely powerful and equally orgasmic energy.  As one such beam struck a cluster of galaxies she made, their inhabitants were hypersexualized into an overwhelmingly fecund race of succubi, all innately gifted with Jennifer’s sexual mastery.  A flash of light between their legs produced intricate tattoos over their wombs, enhancing their fertility, sensitivity, magical power, and, of course, marked them as hers.  They were extensions of her will and senses. She experienced anything and everything they did, allowing her to enjoy the centillions of orgasms of her succubi worshipping her infinite glory in the only way appropriate for a goddess as supremely erotic as her: eternal and relentless orgies.


Without any input from her, her succubi went out of their way to ensure their fucking was enjoyable for their goddess before anything else, which actually touched her.  She spread her gratitude to her demonic worshippers with another Super Orgasm-scaled blast of pure erotic energy, augmenting their orgasms to a truly unfathomable degree.


On Earth, pandemonium reigned.  Humans, peak humans, and Enhanceds alike were paralyzed in the throes of orgasms more powerful than anything they had experienced before.  Every ultipotent and Super Goddess was thoroughly locked away and not worth her attention.  There were entire universes of lesser beings who did not yet know the true extent of her magnificence!


Over a century ago, young Elza experimented with her invulnerability in several universes of her creation.  One of them caught Jennifer’s omniscient eye.


After withstanding the full force of a planet-busting space station’s main weapon, Elza destroyed the entire moon-sized station by simply inhaling, sucking the whole thing into herself.  That universe served her purpose and she moved on, but she left it alone.  Over the following century, plenty of other planet killers were built and destroyed--almost like it was a long-spanning trend.  The government that built the superweapon Elza ultimately destroyed thought so highly of themselves, treating themselves like they ruled the universe.  Despite that, they didn’t see the flaw in their logic of simply rebuilding their destroyed planet killer.  Jennifer couldn’t resist the urge to teach them a lesson in humility.


Despite being the dominant superpower in their galaxy, they still thought it necessary to have excessively tight security and be as stuffy and stern as possible at all times.  Even the slightest negligence of a single officer meant severe punishment for their entire platoon.  Jennifer had to admit it worked, but it was certainly not healthy.  She decided to start remedying that.


An armored security guard noticed her uniform was getting tight.  Her body was growing larger and more voluptuous, to the point that the plastoid armor was getting bent, displaced, and ultimately falling off herself.  It was designed to protect against laser fire, so it was light and not particularly sturdy--good thing, otherwise she would have suffocated before her armor gave way.  Her body glove was better designed, remaining intact despite her new enormous form.


She tried to run for the nearest armory to get new armor for her enlarged form and hopefully figure out what was happening to her, but her hair was growing rapidly, filling her helmet and stifling her ability to breathe.  She had to take it off to keep from asphyxiating.  As she did so, the airtight seal in her suit was opened, letting the flood of pheromones that caused her sudden growth out and into the room, quickly finding their way into the station’s ventilation systems.


At that same instant, her superior entered the room and immediately froze in his tracks.  He was about to chastise her for being out of uniform while on duty, but her new and profound allure caused him to swiftly disregard protocol.  He dropped his pants as she unzipped her body glove and the two began fucking right then and there.  Their lust produced more pheromones, enhancing their sexual attributes and getting them hornier and hornier.  His cock grew larger, her body grew even more Junoesque, to the point of resembling a pair of fertility gods.  The bigger they got, the more sensitive their bodies became.  The rush from growing almost outweighed the experience of actual sex.


Meanwhile, pheromones rushed through the station, affecting everyone on board before long.  A few particularly defiant individuals attempted to fight it, reroute the ventilation system, attempt to purge them of the pheromones, or even put on a personal respirator to save themselves, but they all ultimately succumbed.  Of course, once they had, their opinion on the affliction changed completely.  They all experienced their first rampant, out-of-control sexual experience of their lives and were all instantly hooked.  They had no idea how it started, but every instinct they had demanded its origin be worshipped, who or whatever it was.


In under an hour, the station’s normal operations were universally ignored in favor of a 2.5 million-person orgy.  Just like the first guard, everyone affected by the pheromones became sexual titans with insatiable libidos.


Jennifer’s pheromones didn’t just affect the station’s crew--it also affected the station itself, though the effects took some time to manifest.  The latent power within her pheromones caused the entire station’s design to shift.  Over the course of a week, it went from a spherical menace to an enormous and curvaceous sexbot, looking very much like its crew.  As their lust grew, so did the station’s.  Before long, it had no choice but to release all the pent-up sexual energy it built up so rapidly.  The station’s main weapon transformed into a colossal penis, which promptly fired an intensely powerful beam of pure orgasmic energy.


The beam was sustained for years without end.  The station’s energy reserves should have been depleted, but they never wavered in the slightest.  Thanks to the unrelenting orgies of the crew within, the station gained not only enough power to function indefinitely, but also become sentient.  It was just as confused as its crew upon their transformation, but it quickly put together a plan: sexually subjugate the galaxy and present it to its benefactor as tribute.


Jennifer’s focus was diverted to the galaxies with her hordes of succubi worshippers, since she intended to give them an experience they’d never forget.  She was pleasantly surprised and amused by what had happened with the space station.


Accepting its tribute would have to wait, however, as her attention was abruptly torn away by an unexpected visitor.




Paige cast her senses around what Jennifer had created in the instants it had taken her to teleport from her apartment to the point in what was once empty space where she detected the other Super Goddess's presence most strongly. What Jen had done was impressive, to be sure, but if she was right that Jen had somehow fused her very being with reality itself, only to be expected.


"Jennifer?" Paige cast gently. "Jennifer, where are you?"


I'm here. And there. And everywhere. Paige could tell that Jennifer was communicating by changing the purpose of reality itself, from permitting existence to communication, confirming her hypothesis.


"What you've done here is quite impressive." Paige saw no use in not acknowledging a simple fact. Perhaps starting off with a compliment would make things easier.


Thank you. Paige found herself blushing in gratitude. Apparently Jennifer's emotions overrode those of everyone else--even another Super Goddess.


"Is this what you want to do with the rest of the universe?" she asked.


The universe. The multiverse. All multiverses. I am reality, after all. Everything exists as I will it.


Paige shivered. This was not the Jennifer she knew and loved. "Do I exist as you will it?"


I am why you exist.


"Do you wish me to exist?"


If I did not wish you to exist, you would not.


"And is this how you wish me to exist?"


How do you wish to exist, Paige McDowell?


That sent another shiver through Paige. No Super Goddess was ever that formal with another. There was no need or use for it. "I wish to be who I am, Jen." She deliberately shortened the other's name in response to the formality.


Do you really?


"You know that I do, Jen."


I know what you want.


"What do I want, then?" Paige supposed that if Jennifer truly had become more powerful than other Super Goddesses, she might well have looked through her mind, even those depths which Paige did not often plumb.


To be free of it.


"Be free of what, Jen?"


It took all of Paige's willpower to keep from chuckling as Jennifer's emotions and desires turned toward that reaction, and even then she knew that a simple push from the other would have forced it upon her. Agape. The word was like a whisper in the deepest part of Paige's very being.


Paige's mind reeled. Agape had always felt like the bane of her existence, the reason she could not find happiness. She had many times contemplated what her life might be like without that curse. The souls of all the people she'd loved, who ended up loving her as a Goddess more than as a woman, whirled in her essence, a visceral reminder of what had befallen because of it.


But she had never considered what she might do if she were presented with the opportunity to be rid of it. It had never been worth thinking about, after all. For all that a Super Goddess could change almost anything she wished, there were a few things she could not, and among them were facts about the nature of her own existence.


And Agape was part of that nature, whatever that might mean for her, whatever it might mean for those she loved. She had no right to deny the happiness she felt from those within her.


"No, Jen. I do not wish to be free of it. It is part of who I am, who we are. If it were something we could change, something we were meant to change, we would be able to change it. We would not have to become what you now are in order to do so."


Perhaps I became this in order to end it.


Paige could feel that Jennifer's own essence had been subsumed in what she'd become. If Jennifer were still herself she would never have offered to change something so fundamental, however tragic, to even her own being simply to make one among them happier.


"It's not right, Jen. Neither you, nor I, nor anyone else simply has the right to reorder everything to her will. Power carries with it responsibility." A different sadness pervaded Paige. "I thought you understood that as well as we all do."


Power also carries with it ability. Jennifer was slipping away, losing herself. The thought chilled Paige to her core. But I can free you of it.


"How?" Paige wondered if Jennifer could tweak things even to that degree, breaking the fundamental equality between Super Goddesses by freeing one of Agape while leaving the others subject to it. She supposed she could--after all, that equality had already been broken by what her friend had become.


I could free you of being a Super Goddess. This time, Paige could tell, if Jennifer had a face, the corners of her mouth would have turned upward slightly. I could make you an ultipotent.


That sent Paige's mind reeling again. She knew, as all Super Goddesses did, that the nature of an ultipotent's existence and power was different from that of a Super Goddess. Ultipotents were not subject to such things as Agape. They could live and love without fear of loss.


Paige had never seriously considered being an ultipotent, though. She knew some Super Goddesses had. But just as it was impossible to elevate anyone not born a Super Goddess to true equality with them, so too was it impossible for a Super Goddess to lower herself below the station in which she had entered the world. Or so they had all thought.


"No, Jen." Paige shook her head sadly, knowing what her answer cost her personally. "No. There is an order to all things, a purpose behind them. Perhaps my purpose is to suffer sadness and loss so that others might find contentment and joy. Neither I nor you nor anyone else has the right to alter that. I do not know why I was born a Super Goddess, why this is my lot in life, but it is, and I would not change it."


Paige felt an anger building around her, a frustration at how she resisted temptation, thwarted Jennifer's will. It was oppressive, as if her existence, her being, was becoming anathema to reality itself. Then what do you want, Paige McDowell?


"I want you back with us," Paige pleaded. "I want the Jennifer I know and love. The Jennifer who knows that this is wrong, that this is not what she is meant to be or to do."


This is what I am meant to be! The words cut sharply through Paige's mind. I know that now!


"No, Jen. We are sisters, equal in all things. None of us was meant to be elevated above another."


And yet I have been.


"And it isn't right. Come back to us. Be yourself again. Be who you are, not what you've become."




A sadness deeper than any she'd ever felt flooded through Paige. She was no longer speaking with Jennifer Martinette. Whatever this new being was, it was not her friend, not her sister Super Goddess. It might have Jennifer's memories, and some of her personality, but Jennifer was lost to her, to all of them. Gone, possibly forever. Tears rolled down her face. "Then leave, Jennifer. Leave, and make your own reality, where you can build it to your every desire, every specification. Perhaps you will find happiness there, as we seek to find it here."


This is my reality. I am reality!


"You may have become this reality, but it is not yours to do with as you will. It's none of ours for that purpose. We all must live in it as it presents itself to us, whatever our powers might allow us to do." Sobs choked her words. "Leave, Jennifer. If you wish a place of happiness, leave." Paige reached out, hoping to touch whatever might remain of Jennifer.


For an instant Paige thought she had failed. She thought that her efforts were futile, that there truly was nothing left of Jennifer. That whatever she or anyone else might will, who she was would be changed, or she would be made to cease to be. It was, she knew, within this new being's power to do. But it was also in its power to realize its mistakes, to do what was right. What any part of it that was still Jennifer knew was right.


Reality changed.


And tears streamed harder down Paige's face as the sense of consciousness and will pervading it disappeared.




Britney sat quietly in a chair in Jennifer's gaming studio while Paige played an old puzzle game on one of the systems. Irina Volkoba and Carol Tremblay sat across a small table from each other, playing their hundredth game of chess in the hours since Paige had returned.


Finally she spoke up, asking the question none of them had dared ask. Something they all half-knew but were unsure if they wanted to know for true.


"What happened, Paige?"


Pressing a few buttons on the controller, Paige finished the puzzle before answering. "She left."


"I know, but... why?"


"Because she could not be happy here, knowing that so much unhappiness would result from her efforts."


"What did she say, Paige?" Britney asked, opening herself to the Super Goddess, reassuring her that unconditional love and support was there for her if she needed it.


Paige turned off the game system and turned a damp face toward the others. "She offered to end Agape." Three breaths caught. "And when I said no, she offered to make me an ultipotent. To 'free' me of what I am." Even as a sense of utter disbelief pervaded the room Paige opened her memories to them, so that they could see it for the unvarnished truth it was.


"That was not Jennifer." Irina said what all three were thinking.


"No... no, it wasn't," Paige agreed, teleporting over to Britney to bury her head in the ultipotent's bosom, tears staining it even as Britney's ran through Paige's hair.


Carol moved a knight, her own tears dripping on the board. Irina moved a bishop.


Carol moved a rook. "And that's fifty moves without a capture or a pawn move. Draw."


Irina looked up, startled. "Really? I thought it was only forty-eight." She ran through her perfect memory, then extended a hand to Carol. "I must have lost count with the distraction."


In any other circumstance, Britney knew, Carol would have been celebrating. She was, without question, the best chess player in the world apart from the Super Goddesses, having won every competition set up not to include them, even those where a Super Goddess suppressed everyone's abilities to ensure a truly level playing field. Her experience and skill was unmatched, honed by years of competition and regular play against every Super Goddess and many ultipotents.


And for all that even she had lost every game she played against a Super Goddess, as had all others. And Irina in particular had never even drawn a game, except on rare occasions against another Super Goddess.


But this was no time for celebration, and Carol moved the table aside so she could embrace the other, offering consolation and commiseration at the far greater loss they had all suffered.


"I'm sorry," a quiet voice came from the far corner, and all four turned to see a shrunken, dirty, worn-down figure, almost unrecognizable except for the power embodied within her.


"Jennifer?" The word escaped all four mouths at once.


"I'm sorry." This time, the sobs choked Jennifer's words. "I'm so... so sorry..."


"Jennifer... what happened?" Britney asked even as Paige hugged tighter against her.


A tiny smile crossed the other's mouth. "Paige tricked me. I don't think she meant to do so, but... I left. Or whatever I had become. I'm not sure if it was still me. Part of it was. Part of it wasn't. Part of it was the power, part of it was reality, part of it was some part of me that I had never really consciously acknowledged. But I left, to try to be happy without others being unhappy. And when I did... I ceased to be reality. All the power I had taken in left, and I became who I am again." The smile was a little larger this time. "Who I always was. Who I am meant to be."


"And the formula?" Irina asked quietly.


"Too dangerous. You were right, Irina, and I was wrong. About everything. About it, about what it would do, about what I would do. We'll figure out something else. We always do."


"And what about what you created?" Britney asked. All of them had sensed what Jennifer had done, creating new galaxies, new planets, new species.


"What about them? However they came to exist, they do," Jennifer said. "And nobody has the right to change that now. They have a right to exist as they are as much as everyone else does, no matter what I or anyone else might wish."


Carol sent a sense of apology through the room as she asked a question to which she had to know the answer. "Do you think another Super Goddess would have done the same?" To Britney's great relief, neither Irina nor Paige was put out by the question. It was purely a hypothetical.


"I don't know," Jennifer admitted. "I'd like to think not, even if we hadn't already seen what I did. But... it's still too dangerous. Too much risk of being consumed by it." A wider smile crossed her face and her body filled out a little. "I think we should stay away from 'God mode' cheats from now on."


Britney shook her head, a smile crossing her own face. "Dang. I wanted to try I-D-D-Q-D next."


Jen laughed, joy and mirth behind it. Her body filled out, almost to its usual proportions, and the tears slowed as the other four realized their friend really was back. "I think," she said, "that I should show you what some safer cheat codes do."


"Such as?" Britney and Irina asked simultaneously, though in different tones.


"What mine does to an ultipotent." Waving Irina and Paige back, Jen froze Carol in place.


"This won't do anything like what happened to you, right?" Carol asked apprehensively.


"Not at all," Jennifer promised. Britney stripped Carol naked with a thought.


"Up, up, down, down..." the pair chanted in unison as they moved Carol's boobs around. "Left, right, left, right..."


"B," Britney said, poking one nipple.


"A," Jennifer replied, poking the other.


"START!" they both shouted, double-fisting Carol.


Immediately Carol's body exploded with growth, hair, tits, ass, and cock all shooting outward as Britney had seen only once before.


"You do realize," came Carol's voice from high above, "that this is exactly why I'm glad I'm not a Super Goddess?"






February 15, 2175


Jennifer and Paige played chess while Britney watched. Another draw.


"Thank you, Paige," Britney said.


Paige blushed. "I only did what had to be done."


"Still," Jennifer said, echoing Britney's thought. "Thank you."


"There's one thing that still confuses me, though," Paige went on. "Why me? Why trap everyone else but leave me free?"


Jennifer shrugged. "I'm not quite sure. Maybe I thought you were effectively already trapped. Agape yet again, I'd taken Suzie away, maybe I thought you'd be paralyzed by that. Maybe I thought that you would be the least likely to come and confront me. Maybe I thought that even if you did, you'd be the least able to sway me from my course. And even then maybe I thought that you would be the easiest to tempt." She smiled ruefully. "I was wrong. And I'm glad I was wrong."


"What would you have offered the others?" Britney asked quietly.


"I don't know," Jennifer admitted. "It's not something to which I want to give much thought, anyway. Besides, that wasn't really me, at the end. It was partly me, but not wholly. So whatever I said..."


"We don't hold it against you, Jen," Paige promised. "We all know now that that formula is too dangerous for any of us to take, and at the end you did what had to be done, whatever the consequences to yourself. That's what matters."


"I know. But still, I can't help but think that what I exposed was ugly and would make you--all of you"--she directed the comment at both the other Super Goddess and the ultipotent--"think less of me."


"You're every bit as much a Super Goddess as the rest of us," Paige said, clasping Jen's hands in her own. "No matter what else happens, no matter what else whatever you happen to be might want, that will always be true." She moved her queen telekinetically. "Mate in twenty-one moves."


Without looking at the board, Jennifer toppled her king. "Thank you," she said softly.




Paige McDowell flew home with a strange mixture of sadness and joy coursing through her. Sadness after another date ended, yet again, in Agape. But joy also--for she knew that this was how things were meant to be, that whatever it might mean for her, she had a purpose, and it was being fulfilled.


The sun was shining brightly in the clear sky as she landed on her balcony. Stepping through the glass door, she called her phone to her hand with a thought and punched a number on the speed dial.


It picked up after a single ring.


"Hi, Suzie."



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I'm sorry. It's just so hard for me to get into these omnipotent stories because I keep thinking of ways the characters can "fix" any issue they come across. Like, if the one didn't want the other to leave, why not just clone her so she could both leave and stay?

Yet, I'm also sure you will have some explanation for why. I am sure in one of your other stories you have explained what limitation prevents something like that. It makes me think to fully understand one of your stories, I would have to fully understand all of them (and the source material you borrowed from). While normally I don't mind doing a "deep dive" on something, I feel like the water in your universe has always been too cold for me to jump in.

I am sorry, old friend, I am sorry.

In reply to by yearends

Fair enough. I was thinking with a clone she could leave and stay. But, it was clear in the narrative that she needed to get away for a bit. So, she couldn't leave and stay, but needed to leave in totality. I guess I didn't think about that.

And, of course, if the clone was changed so that IT would want to say, IT wouldn't be "her" anymore, since she wanted to leave.

Good point.

In reply to by MrGreyMan

My observation's been that a lot of omni writers tend to use omnipotence as a way to justify a "power smorgasbord" feats story. Some will have their characters show more powers and feats than others will. There's nothing wrong with that sort of thing, and I've indulged it in plenty myself. But if you want to understand and appreciate my stories fully, I think they have to be understood in the context of my prior remark: "An omnipotent character can win almost any battle, except the one against themselves."


In reply to by yearends

Well, I certainly hear what you're saying. I guess I just wish you'd laid out a few ideas as to how they might have "gotten around" the issue, and than had them explain why they wouldn't work. I do feel it would have added to the story a bit if when they came up against an insurmountable issue you had a short paragraph of them going through a list of things that they thought of, but discarded (and why).

It seemed to me reading it these semi-omnipotent super-smart beings were too resigned to give up when a thing they didn't like happened. Yet, I am sure they did use their super-powerful brains to run through a list of ways to fix it, and just as fast discarded them. Adding a paragraph about that would have made me (as the reader) feel better about them "giving up" on some issues they seemed very passionate about. YOU know they didn't "give up," and probably did think of a billion things more than I can, but I -as a new reader- didn't get that right away.

In reply to by MrGreyMan

These things are explored in previous stories to an extent and anyway, it's a prologue. It's supposed to set the tone for the story, not be chock-full of exposition and explanation. (Who am I, Robert Jordan?)

And besides, you're taking something that's been building across multiple stories and jumping in right at the end. What did you expect except to be confused?


In reply to by yearends

Maybe include a link to the starting point than? In my humble opinion, an author should try to make their writing available to anyone interested. It’s a little off putting to be told straight up “You’re not meant to get it, and I’m not going to provide a roadmap. Either you’re already a fan or get lost.”

Why not at least include a road map? Unless I have misread the situation and you are trying to be insular with your work and make it very difficult  for a new reader like myself to become a fan.

In reply to by yearends

But it very much seems to me like what happened may have been this:

You, upon seeing the title, thought that I had finally written the ascension story that you had in the past implied that I was a poor writer for not having written. Then upon reading it (or attempting to) you realized that it was not in fact that, but rather an omnipotence story as I tend to write, and were disappointed by this. However, instead of realizing that you had committed the error of judging a book by its cover (as it were) and being disappointed when it did not live up to the expectations you had unjustifiably put upon it, you instead got angry with the writer for choosing a title that, in context, makes perfect sense for the story but due to your own proclivities and tendencies had caused you to make unreasonable assumptions about it.

If you want to appreciate the story, do the legwork. Don't get disappointed when you see, right at the start, that this is part of a broader universe, attempt to understand it without that context, and can't because you lack said context.