Omega

I'm dead meat.

Sweat's pouring down my face and my knees are knocking together like twigs in the wind as I continue to back away from him. Each of his heavy, determined footfalls slams into the ground like a sack of bricks. He's not so much walking towards me as he is *stomping* my way. I'm staring down an out-of-control *monster* of a predator ready to rip me in half with his iron jaws!

"Look, Al -- I'm sorry. I really am! It was a, a stupid fuckin' thing to say," I pleadingly offer, scurrying behind the lobby's couch. "A really careless slip of the tongue. I didn't mean anything by it, honest!"

"A 'slip of the tongue'," Al echoes, his voice gruff and gravelly, no doubt from a long, hard day spent at his construction job, effortlessly putting those huge, powerful muscles of his to good work. "You 'didn't mean anything by it'."

"That's right," I sob, nodding so fast I almost snap my neck.


This is it. This is how Femmy Cormo dies: mauled to death by an angry wolf, all because she didn't know how to shut the fuck up.


I let out a terrified bleat as my fluffy, woolly butt slams into the lobby vending machine, signaling -- all too late -- that I'm out of places to run to. There's no way my short, stubby legs could get me across the lobby and out the door before Al could catch me, and even if I could somehow manage to get away, my endurance is likely nothing compared to his.

"R-really, Al, I meant it as a compliment...!" I stammer as he leans down to look me in the eye directly.

He barks out a harsh, humorless laugh, slapping one paw down on my shoulder. It feels like a sandbag connecting with my tiny frame.

"You're telling me that 'Alpha on the Street, Omega in the sheets' was intended to be a *compliment*," he growls. And I mean *growls*. The way he says it, it's menacing, ominous. His words have more of a weight to them than his arm pushing me down! "How the *FUCK* would I take that as a 'compliment'?!"

I can feel his hot, moist breath on my face as he sniffs at me. Probably checking for fear. They say bees and canines can both smell fear, you know. They also say that the average mammal's head weighs eight rumens.

...wait, why the fuck am I thinking about *that*?

"I-I-I realize *NOW* that it was a, a *horrible* thing to say. I just -- I wanted you to know I think you're *really cute*, okay?!" I sniffle, hooves raised in defense. "A-and I -- I think you're pr-probably n-nicer inside than you act, and when I came up with it, i-i-it seemed funnier in my head! That's it! That's all it was! Please, *please* f-forgive me!"

I can't even stand upright. It's taking every fiber of my being to keep from wobbling over and collapsing to the ground like a little pile of woolly gelatin. Al presses his cold, wet snout to the side of my neck, sniffing aggressively. I immediately squeeze my eyes shut, letting out a pathetic, trembling moan. And then, something warm, wet, and coarse just -- drags slowly up my cheek. Carefully. Deliberately.


...did Al just *lick* my face...?


Opening my eyes, I see nothing but teeth, mere *inches* from my face -- two rows of sharp, gleaming, white teeth stretched into a big scary smile.

"...all right," he whispers. "I'll give you the benefit of the doubt."

"R-really?" I choke. "You mean it?"

"You're a dumb, crazy little ewe, but you apologized quick when you realized something was wrong. You're improving -- faster than your dumbass of a brother -- and that alone counts for something."

"Oh god! Thank you, Al!" Unsure of what to do, I just reach out and hug his barrel chest, burying my muzzle in his sweaty, fluffy white stomach, breathing in a deep lungful of his heady musk. "Oh my god. Okay. Okay, I'm sorry, I just -- are we -- we're good, right?"

"Whoa. I didn't say *that*," Al sniffs, firmly pushing me back. I break loose from his grasp, clasping my hooves near my loins as he sternly wags his index finger in my face. "You still disrespected me in my own territory. Remmy might be a dumbass, but he's the Omega. You're not even formally part of the pack, yet."

"...okay," I bleat out nervously.

"So while I forgive you, I ain't gonna let it slide either. You understand."

"...y-yeah," I gulp, looking him up and down. I'm afraid to even ask, knowing full well the tension between him and my brother whenever he steps out of line. "Wh-what's my punishment g-going to be then?"

In reply, the Alpha stoops and wraps his burly arms around my waist, scooping me up easily.

"Ahh--!"

"Be thankful you had the good sense to fuck up in private. That means your punishment ain't gotta be public," he says, one paw around my back to support my weight as he carries me effortlessly up the stairs. "If you'd said what you did in front of the Pack, well -- this woulda got real messy for you, *real* fast."

"M-messy?!" I ask, my face warm and tingly. "What's, what -- what do you mean *messy*. Exactly."

"...guess it'll be messy anyway, come to think of it. Anyway, we're gonna go upstairs and we're gonna disprove your little claim."

I can feel my heart beating like a drum in my chest. Looking up at him, I open my mouth a few times before finally managing to whimper out one last question.

"...what do you mean... 'disprove'?"

"Oh, I think you know exactly what I'm referring to," he chuckles intimidatingly, nodding to a nonplussed Avo as he passes her in the hall. "Avo."

"...Al," she replies, nodding respectfully.

Is this -- is this *normal* for them?!

I don't have time to ponder it as we arrive far, far too quickly at the door to Al's apartment. Shuttling me inside, he tosses me unceremoniously on his bed, practically *discarding* me like a wool coat. Fortunately, instead of his headboard, my face collides with his pillow. I take an involuntary breath while I'm face down, and I'm surprised to find it smells like sweat, and wolf, and hard work, and power, and...

...well. I guess it smells like him.

"*Strip*," he commands.

"Wait. Uh... a-all off...?" I ask as I reach nervously for my skirt, my shaky, trembling hooves clattering as they fumble with the zipper. "A-as in everything...?"

"*Everything*."

I stand up on the mattress and slowly begin inching my clothes down for him in the clumsiest, most pitiful striptease as he folds his arms, watching wordlessly. First to go's my little corduroy skirt, leaving just a pair of orange panties. My shirt's the next to go, and I feel awkward as it slips off. I mean, I don't even *own* a bra -- I'm flat as a brick and my wool just covers it all up anyway.

"Now when you say 'everything'--"

"What'd I say?" he asks impatiently.

...gulp!

Taking a hold of my waistband, I slip my orange panties off, turning my head in burning embarrassment as my stubbly pasture is shown off for him. I mean, sure, I've had dreams about being in the Alpha's bedroom, but -- damn it, *not like this*...!

"...better," he rumbles, circling the bed.

Flicking his belt loose with practiced ease, he kicks his jeans off without ceremony, letting his thick, sweaty, veiny, *snow fucking white* cock out. I stare in alarm as he drapes it across my face -- it's *huge*! Maybe as big as Remmy's -- uhhh, not that I know how big his cock is or anything! I'm shaking like a *leaf* as it just *plaps* against my cheek, rubbing my face!

"Now then, I think it's time you learned *just* who the Omega is in the sheets."