A God in the Backseat

Nat popped out from the hallway, hair now done up a little, combed with a split at one side of her head. Framing her perfect face with an irresistibly crisp girl next door look. All that was missing was the headband.

When she saw me, she smiled, winking.

Then, mouth open, pointed a rigid finger in my direction.

"Hey! Stop spying on Mrs. Callaway!"

So, I spied on my two girl acquaintances' asses swing in lovely form-hinting/accentuating cuts of fabric as we boarded Nat's car instead. Speaking of, she was currently decking another pair of tight jeans, which made me want to dig into her thighs like playdough and cum on her KNEE.

Because that's where my penis would be, positionally. My own legs would be about half-bent, probably, as my hands shoveled her fleshy, firm legs. Then.... Anyways, enough distractions.

"You know." Speaking up -- from the backseat, of course, as that's where I was relegated to not in motor-powered vehicles, but in the general wake of life as a whole -- I had to address this world owning thing again. To see if I could break through to them. "About the pickles..."

"Oh god," Allison cut me off with a literal hand gesture, cutting through the air multiple times. "Enough about th friken pickles! John, we got pickles, we bought and ordered them fair and square and they came today. Nothing else to talk about, end of story."

"But you don't know why," before any other interruption, I ran-on sentenced the rest, "because obviously I have the power to change reality and even retroactively change history through this new world ownership I've been granted without anyone knowing and that's why you ordered pickles for no real reason even though you'd never do that! Who would just ship pickles in a box? Right?" Deep breaths. Another. "It's the only way. Obviously."

"Which explains it then." Not even twisting her head to look at me, Allison gave her own assessment of the situation. "You have all the power in the world, but you just don't want anyone to realize it. You think that by making no one realize it you can protect your little 'ol conscience, making us all look and act like buffoons to for your own amusement, without feeling guilty about it. You're playing with us like one of your video games." Now she was looking at me. "You're just pretending to be normal. You're pretending to care about our opinion. But you don't."

I looked back at her baffled. For a cheerleader with a C in English she had a way with words. "No! What? How would that even make sense. Of course I want you guys to see this stuff. That's why I teleported here! To tell Nat about it! Look, watch. Lemme... lemme, uh... try something."

Allison was giving me the 'okay he's just nuts' sigh while I looked down at my hands. They seemed to be shaking a little. Might have just been Nat's Subaru.

"Allison, give me your panties." After saying it, I realized just how much of a horndog I had been, recently. Oh, holy water baptize me. Was I really just some nefarious little pervert with the cheat codes to my life, and in turn everyone else's? Could that really have been all my mother gave birth to all those years ago in... whatever hospital it was, again... before she went terminal?

Despite not growing angry at my comment, the blonde didn't start pulling down any undergarments either. "I'm not wearing any."

Oh. Yeah. Because she pissed herself. And had to change. And the piss soaked her panties, like, good good. And she was now pantie-less in the Nat's car because I made her inadvertently willing to be. Or not care.

Maybe she did have a point, huh?

Damn. I was thinking too small. What was something that truly indicated a **** of nature, or divinity? Something that could inspire awe, or even intimidation? Like a storm, or... or a storm!

That was it! Weather-altering stuff, obviously! Always did the trick. At the very least, it'll wake up some dogs.

I snapped my fingers, and under everyone's nose, a silent tectonic shift in the air occurred. Within but seconds, the sky seemed to throb, a series of blots growing from different points in its sprawl before joining together to create a surreal, red expanse stretching above the entire earth. The sun still shone, but through a hazy blood-red musk that blanketed the entire sky-scape in a foggy, dreamlike, sinister muck. "...that!"

Allison and Nat looked at each other blankly.

"The sky," I pointed urgently. "The sky, I mean! How's that?"

Nat ducked her head down a little to let her eyes scan the floor of the contorted carcass of their original atmosphere. "Actually might just rain this time."

"Shit," cursed Allison, slumped in her seat. "Should've brought an umbrella."

"It's also red." Helpfully, I pointed out.

Allison's bored expression remained unfaltering. "Yeah."

"Obviously," shrugged Nat.

"And it looks really scary."

Another shrug. "I mean, it isn't the nicest thing to set your eyes on, but it's a sky. Not a catwalk model."

I slumped in my seat. "But it's red."

Allison sighed again, mushing her cheek against her fist. "John..." Blood -- literal blood -- started descending from the sky, growing from a mild stream to a thick downpour as it began drumming against the windshield. Nat automatically activated the wipers. "Just give it up, okay."