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“Heyooo!!!” Michael the rabbit shouted as he entered the apartment with a duo of pizza boxes. “Yo Merlin! Where you want the zas!”

“The dining table is just fine,” Merlin shouted as he came around the corner, the deer fox’s fur a dazzling ruby red. He had a large purple sweater that clung to his body and some tight fitting green pants.

“You got it dude!” Michael gave his friend a wink, the blond bunny setting the boxes down on the table. His compression shirt hugged his tight body, his lean muscle showing off his swimmer’s build, the sleeves hugging his powerful arms. His shorts showed off his toned and powerful thighs and wide rabbit foot paws. “Is Waylon here yet?”

“Nah, man,” Merlin waived off his friend’s question. “He said he might be a moment as he’s picking up some booz.”

“Gotcha,” Michael came forward and furrowed his brow before elbowing his friend. “Hey, you should join us at the gym sometime. Us alpha’s got to represent, right? You’re looking a little thin.”

“Yeah, maybe some other time,” Merlin scratched the back of his head, the deer fox looked much leaner and curvy than his bunny friend. “It’s just easier for me to keep fat off than it is to build muscle.”

“Ya ain’t going to get yourself a beta or omega with that kind of attitude,” Michael chuckled.

“I ain’t seen no bitches on your arm,” Merlin shoved the bunny with one hand, barely making the bunny budge, but the deer fox’s words pushed Merlin more than his shove.

“Ouch dude! No need to be so pointed about it,” Michael chuckled. “We’re supposed to be joking about why we don’t’ have any bitches, not that we don’t got none.”

“Yeah, the merry-go-round conversation of dancing around the issue and making ourselves feel better,” Merlin rolled his eyes and went to his bookshelf. “Come on, you got here first so you get to help me pic out the game for tonight.”

“Hell’s yeah,” Michael pumped his fist, his large foot paws smacking the ground and undoubtedly disturbing their downstairs neighbors. “How about Cat-ton!”

“You know Waylon hates that one,” Merlin cocked a brow.

“Yeah, it’s the perfect ‘fuck-you’ to the cocky son of a bitch,” Michael chuckled. “He could stand to have that pride of his bruised once in a while.”

“How about we do this one,” Merlin suggested pulling a new game off the shelf. “It’s a mix of resource gathering and tactical placement. That way you both get what you want.”

“Fine!” Michael rolled his eyes. “I guess we should all have fun with the game we have to play on game night.”

“Only if we all want to have a good time,” Merlin smirked as he put the game board on the table next to the pizza. Just then the front door opened.

“Yeah babe, don’t worry about it,” Waylon said into his phone, the arctic fox wearing a polo that was stretched over his massive pecs, the sleeves getting ready to burst around his thick biceps. His cocky smirk curled around honeyed words as he spoke to someone on the line, his shorts practically painted onto his thick ass and thighs. Though Waylon and Michael were roughly the same height, the arctic fox was clearly the bigger of the two. Sure, Michael was an alpha and it was easy for him to build muscle, but Waylon made it his mission to be bigger than anyone.

“Got another bitch on the line?” Merlin cocked a brow.

“One sec man, I’m telling my skank goodnight and to think of me while he flicks his bean tonight,” Waylon chuckled and turned back to his phone conversation. “You get all that? Yeah, talk later, and send me vids so I can watch you squirt. Chao!”

With that he ended the call and pulled up a paper bag and put it on the counter.

“Got us some good sipping whisky and cigars!” Waylon shouted, his muscled back contouring his polo, the collar popped. “Who wants to start with drinks?”

“You know I’ll take a stogie and two fingers,” Michael responded coming over to Waylon and giving him a fist bump as he took the bottles of liquor out.

“Yeah, I bet you would like a couple fingers,” Waylon joked and elbowed the bun. “Yo, Mer! You lookin’ for a couple fingers too?”

“You know it dude!” Merlin chuckled, the arctic fox a big goofball around his other alphas. “So who was that you were talkin’ to?”

“Just some thirsty skank I met at the liquor store,” Waylon answered. “Made him suck my premo nut out before I left. Total beta bitch got so fucking horny off my alpha pheromones that he just turned into a total slut and drained my balls.”

“Nice dude,” Michael lifted his glass and the arctic fox turned around to clink his glass against his, a cigar between two fingers with his glass while he brought the other one to Merlin. “Getting that easy nut out?”

“Yeah, I know my alpha bros ain’t suckin’ no cock. Here ya go Mer,” Waylon handed the fox-deer his drink.

“You mind not smoking in my apartment,” Merlin accepted the drink.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Waylon’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “What’s your beta land lord going to do? Charge ya? Fuck man, you should be paid to live here. Those beta bitches will do anything if they catch a whiff of alpha musk. How the hell did you manage to get this apartment anyway? Alpha’s like us get denied board simply because we can hustle those lower class fuckers into doing what we want. Hell, I bet you could own this shithole if you wanted.”

“Yeah, I guess I just like the easy access to all the strange around,” Merlin gave them a sly smirk as he sipped his drink. “And I don’t bully the staff because I got a good thing going on here. I don’t need to fuck it up like you did on your last five places.”

“Not my fault those landlords had daughters that couldn’t help but fall to their knees around me,” Waylon chuckled. “God, I made the last daughter breath out my dick breath in his face. The bitch couldn’t help it. God, it’s fucking nice to just unwind with the bros after a rough week.”

“Maybe your weeks wouldn’t be so rough if you weren’t trying to constantly fuck anyone lower on the totem pole.” Michael commented, smoking his cigar and taking a sip as they started setting up the board.

“Hey, the world is made up of Alphas and the rest are below us, not my fault that’s the way it is, it just is.” Waylon shrugged as he snagged a slice of pizza, the cigar smoke slowly tainting the air with a blueish hue. “What, you an omega lover? Bet you go down on pussy too.”

“Dude, chill,” Michael huffed.

“Oh shit! You do, don’t you!” Waylon laughed and wheezed. “Fuck! I bet you’re even into all that aftercare shit too. Get a load of this muff muncher Mer!”

“It’s not wrong to care for your beta or omega,” Michal rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, why don’t you start giving me some advice once you start getting bitches,” Waylon chuckled. “Now let’s play this shit. You need a plate Mer?”

“Yeah, they’re in the cupboard above the dish washer,” Merlin nodded.

“You need one too Michael? Or should I call one of my skanks up so you can eat your pizza off their puss?” Waylon lifted his free hand and put a “V” over his muzzle before flicking his tongue between them.

“Just get me the plate you fucking horndog,” Michael chuckled.

“Calm down princess,” Waylon joked back. “I’m just fucking with ya.”

“Well, keep the fucking to your bitches,” Michael rolled his eyes.

“Hey, be nice and you might just get a house skank when I’m done with ‘em,” Waylon chuckled grabbing some plates and coming back. “So, who goes first? The person who had their dick sucked most recently?”

“The rules say it’s based on a die roll,” Merlin scooped up the die. “High roll goes first.”

“Then let’s get this party started! Enough of all the pussy and ass I get, let’s hear more about your dry, sexless lives,” Waylon chuckled.

The night went on as expected. Waylon never missed a chance to bring up how much he fucked, Michael would counter saying it wasn’t about dominating, but creating a relationship with their bitches, and Merlin would keep quiet, insisting they just play the game. There was enough rotation in the dynamic that everyone got their fill, and they were getting close to the end of the game after the first bottle of whisky started to run dry.

“Hey,” Waylon sipped his drink before putting out the nub of his cigar on his old pizza crust. “Why don’t we make this game a bit more interesting?”

“We’re not making this into a striping game,” Merlin shot out.

“No, I don’t want to see no skin, but why don’t we all put some skin in this game,” Waylon rubbed his fingers together. “A hundo on the line for whoever is going to win.”

“Those are some awfully steep prices for someone who’s got so many resource cards,” Michael smiled.

“Yeah, what makes you think you’re going to win when you’re the farthest from completing your citadel?” Merlin crossed his arms.

“It’s not about winning,” Waylon smirked. “It’s about making whoever loses with me really feel the sting.”

“Well shit,” Michael chuckled, scratching his chin. “That’ don’t sound half bad.”

“With a fifty percent finder’s fee of course,” Waylon grinned.

“Oh please, you’d be getting fifty bucks no matter what happens then,” Merlin rolled his eyes.

“You do all that math in your head shorty?” Waylon poked the deer-fox’s forehead right between his antlers. “I’m surprised you didn’t need to push out from the table so you could use your fingers and toes with how you’ve been playing.”

“Looks like someone’s got some serious trash talk going on,” Michael chuckled. “Fine, I’ll bet a hundo.”

“Sure, why the fuck not,” Merlin pulled his wallet out and put it on the table. “But before we get too into this, let me take the trash out.”

“Sounds fine to me, I got to take a leak,” Waylon stood up, his muscles flexing as he stretched and cracked his back before swaggering off to the bathroom.

“You trust me taking the money from your wallet for the pot?” Michael asked.

“More than I trust Waylon,” Merlin chuckled and grabbed the trash with the pizza boxes and swayed as he made his way to the door. He stuffed a shoe in the doorway to keep it open and from locking as he went down the hall to the garbage shoot.

“Safe travels space cowboy,” Michael saluted him as he swayed out into the hall. Michael then went for Merlin’s wallet and opened it up to snag the money for the bet. But the bunny paused as he saw the ID. He furrowed a brow as he looked at the image of the deer-fox and then at his classification.

“Wait…no way…” Michael blinked as he saw the big omega symbol stamped on his ID. “That…that can’t be right.”

Michael looked at the card for a minute, contemplating what that meant. He had known Merlin since childhood. It wasn’t unheard of that omegas would hide their identity as an Alpha to get further in life, but…Merlin? An Omega? He had seen his bulge before in swimsuits…but then again…it’s easy enough to fake a bulge.

The bunny huffed, his mind reeling as he thought about it. He had always been attracted to Merlin, but that’s because he had a very light body, but now that body made sense. Omegas had pussies, ovaries, excessive amounts of estrogen. He couldn’t build the muscle that him and Waylon had. It would also explain how he got the apartment too.

“Oh shit…” Michael had to blink as he contemplated his entire relationship with Merlin.

“Time to drain the dragon,” Waylon chuckled as he unzipped and let loose his powerful stream into the toilet. He loved the sound of his own pissing, not that he was into piss. But he knew he had a massive dick with how his stream glugged into the bowl instead of tinkled like so many omea sluts did. He felt a light pang in his head and huffed.

“Better head off the headache,” Waylon slapped the medicine cabinet open and snagged a couple pills and dry swallowed them while he pissed. Once he was done, he shook the last few drops and then went to close the mirror when his eyes glanced across a prescription bottle. He lifted it up and focused his blurry vision before his eyes went wide.

“Omegaral?” Waylon whispered. It was a drug that omegas used to suppress their heat. “What the fuck? Does Merlin have a little hotty that he’s been hiding form us?”

Waylon turned the bottle and saw that the prescription was for…

“Merlin…” Waylon looked at the bottle as his fur slowly started to stand on end. “That slippery little twink.”

Waylon had met Michael and Merlin a few years ago when they were in college. They’ve stayed in touch the entire time, but never once did he think that Merlin was an omega! He never got a whiff of it before…or maybe he just never noticed it. He was always hornier when he was around Merlin, always talking up his sexual exploits and shit. Was his heat contributing to his openness?

“Well, one way to find out,” Waylon opened the bottle and dumped the pills into the toilet, the pink pills floated in the yellow water before he tossed the pill bottle out the side window and flushed. “Let’s see how you do without your bitch pills, you lying skank.”

Waylon left the bathroom with a cock sure grin on his muzzle as he walked back into the dining room. As he entered Michael was scrambling with the deer-fox’s wallet and pulling out some bills to put on the table.

“You pinching some bills, bro?” Waylon cocked a brow. Normally he would slap Michael up the head for trying something like that, but now that the arctic fox knew Merlin was a little lying omega, he thought maybe ripping the rest of the bills out of his wallet might be a fitting punishment.

“N-No!” Michael stammered out. “No, I was just getting his anti for the bet.”

“Sure,” Waylon gave him a wink as he sat back down, the muscle fox spreading his legs wide in the chair. “Where did the little shit go?”

“I’m here,” Merlin practically pranced back into the dining room and sat down, scooting his chair in and blinking as he found one of Waylon’s foot paws touching his. “Uh, dude, you mind making some space?”

“Make me,” Waylon grinned, manspreading larger, his thick package hanging over the edge of his seat.

“Whatever man,” Merlin drew a card from the pile. “Bets on and we’re going balls to the walls on this one.”

Michael watched what was happening and gulped hard, hardly able to focus as he kept looking over Merlin’s gorgeous form. He had no idea how sexy the deer-fox was until he really looked at him. He never really tried to find anything attractive about his bros, if anything to just give them some respectful space, but now…Merlin was…

“There,” Merlin placed a few cards down and smiled as he won. “So, who wants to make the same bet for round two?”

“Wait…shit…” Michael slapped his forehead. “I had some reaction cards I could have used for half of that!”

“Dude, you can’t be that drunk,” Waylon rolled his eyes. “You slow or some shit?”

“No, I just…fuck,” Michael put his head in his hands.

“Don’t worry about it dude,” Merlin smirked. “I’ll give you a chance to win it back. Double or nothing?”

Michael looked up to see Merlin and hear his proposal, but the deer-fox gave him a sly wink and the bunny’s face burned pink. Oh god, how did he not know! He’s such a smoke show!

“I…I think I got to go,” Michael sighed. “Sorry, I just…I got a thing.”

“You got a thing?” Merlin cocked a brow.

“Yeah, I better bounce too,” Waylon stood up and stretched. “You’ve nearly drank me dry and I lost what little money I had left. I’ll see you around.”

“Okay,” Merlin rolled his eyes. “You can’t seriously be cutting game night short because you lost a little money.”

“I feel like playing a different game, but not for tonight,” Waylon cracked his back, flexing his arms as he twisted at his hips, showing off his powerful arms and cobblestone abs. “See you around shorty.”

“Whatever,” Merlin waived them both off. “I’m going to keep drinking here, by myself, and watch something. You two go jerk each other off or whatever.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you,” Waylon said it as a joke, but it had a far more sinister edge than Merlin was used to.

“Sure,” the deer-fox rolled his eyes. “Get out of my apartment the both of you.”

It was an abrupt end to game night, but everyone went home with something. Merlin got a bit of cash, and the other two had a line on a fresh catch.

***

It had been a couple days and the group chat had been sparse. Merlin just assumed his friends were butt-hurt because he fleeced them for some cash, but he wasn’t even the one who came up with the bet. The deer-fox half expected for Waylon to whip something out at the end and take all their cash, but when he put the game away, he found that Waylon really didn’t have anything he could play. Maybe Waylon thought he had something, but if he won with the strategy he was going with, it would have been because no one else had a chance.

Either way, Merlin decided to just let his guys cool off for a bit and just went about his days, though he couldn’t find his heat medication. He put in for an immediate renewal of the stuff, but with how controlled it was, it would be a couple days before he could get his hands on the prescription. And any omega will tell you, it only takes missing one pill to fuck things up.

He woke up on the third day to an alert that his prescription was ready for him, but it was too late. He felt the aches, the burning need in his loins, and his womb felt like it was on fire. He could smell himself too. The thick scent of bitch stink filled the air. He couldn’t have company over until he got this under control.

Michael on the other hand was getting ready for a big romantic gesture. He had a special bouquet made using a sunflower like the ones his mother would grow in their back yard when they were kids. He had read up on a book about how to properly treat omegas, and he got some fresh condoms just in case he wanted to do something. He didn’t want to force him, but he wanted to be prepared if things got crazy. He wanted to show Merlin that he was still his friend and that if they just wanted to keep things casual, he could, or if he wasn’t ready to be bread and taken, then it was up to him.

The big bun had a spring in his step as he walked down the sidewalk, though he had a slight nervous crease to his brow. He was confident nothing in their relationship would change if Merlin said no, but if he said yes, then everything would change.

Michael rounded the corner leading to the entrance to the deer-fox’s apartment complex when he bumped into someone.

“Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention…” Michael looked up to see Waylon, the arctic fox had clearly just come from the gym, his veins pumped, his body throbbing with testosterone, his musk strong and fresh while his tank top clung to his chest with a big V sweat stain and his athletic shorts clung to his ass and hugged his junk. Though, the thing that gave Michael pause was what the fox was holding. Not his big half gallon Stanly cup, but the large box of artisan chocolates with golden foil.

A silent conversation went between the two. Michael’s eyes snapped around the fox’s body, seeing all the signs of an Alpha in courtship. Waylon did the same. Their fur slowly started to stand on end as their lips curled away from their muzzles into snarls.

“The bitch is mine!” Waylon snarled before pouncing. Michael had just enough time to ditch what he was holding before meeting Waylon’s body.

“Don’t you DARE lay a hand on him!” Michael snarled as they rolled in the courtyard of the apartment complex, the grass being torn up as the two grappled and gripped one another to try and get a good hold.

“You don’t deserve a skank like Merlin! That bitch needs some serious cock to put the little omega back in his fucking place!” Waylon shot back.

“How DARE you!” Michael was the first to snap and swiped his claws at Waylon’s face, the fox yipping and snarling as several bloody cuts were laid on his muzzle.

“You BITCH!” Waylon reared his hand back and punched, his brick like fist smashing into Michael’s face and giving the rabbit a massive shiner.

Michael was dazed, his world spinning as he fell back onto the ground. Waylon was about to start wailing on him, beating him into the ground when a voice rose above the fighting.

“STOP!”

Both Waylon and Michael paused, turning to see Merlin coming out of the building and running over.

“What the fuck is wrong with you two!” Merlin came over to Michael as Waylon backed off him. “Mike, you okay?”

“I…love you…” Michael tried to say.

“Oh god, you’re concussed,” Merlin pulled out his phone to call for help. “Waylon what the fuck.”

“He started it!” Waylon barked back. “He was comin’ here to dump his purse about his feelings for you or some dumb shit, and I was coming to make an honest bitch out of you.”

“Excuse me?!” Merlin looked back at Waylon with daggers. “What did you just say?”

“You heard me, you Omega bitch!” Waylon snarled. “I know what you are, and I’m going to put you in your place.”

“Don’t you touch him,” Michael hopped to his feet, but Merlin put his hands up between them, the two heaving and snarling.

“Okay, Okay,” Merlin spoke up. “I lied to you, both of you, but you’re really going to just tear each other apart over me? What the fuck guys! Get your shit together.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, bitch,” Waylon snarled. “I’m the alpha, and you’re the omega, you should be on your knees gaging on our cocks.”

“Waylon!” Michal was about to snap again.

“ENOUGH!” Merlin pushed them both away, the two of them more shocked than anything. Neither of them had been talked to like that by an omega before. “Both of you need to leave. Now!”

“I ain’t going nowhere bitch,” Waylon barked.

“I ain’t leaving him with you,” Michael pressed.

“Do we have a problem here?” An officer from the apartment came out, the massive bulldog holding a Taser. “Merlin, do you need us to drop these two?”

“No, Jessy that won’t be necessary,” Merlin shook his head. “No, just…jet let them go. Get out of here you guys. I…I need some time to think.”

“Fine,” Waylon snarled before stomping away, his foot paws shaking the ground.

“Merlin, I’m sorry I—”

“Michael, I need some space,” Merlin crossed his arms. “Can you please, just respect that and go.”

“I…” Michael bit his lip before turning and walking out of the apartment complex.

Merlin sighed and went back up into his apartment and sitting down. He’d have to figure out a way to settle things with them, or he was worried he might lose them. There was a gentle knock on the door and Merlin went over and opened it.

“Jessy, I know you care, but—” Merlin was suddenly quieted as Waylon’s hand came forward and gripped the deer-fox by the throat and walked him into the apartment.

“Do you honestly think that I’d walk away from a slut as ripe as you,” Waylon chuckled. “Your stink is driving me wild, bitch.”

“W-Waylon,” Merlin tried to fight back, his hands clawing at the arctic fox’s thick forearm to no avail.

“Oh fuck, it’s so strong,” Waylon took a deep breath in, his nose flaring. He opened his eyes, the pupils dilating as his fur stood on end. “Oh fuck. It really is true what they say about missing your meds. The built up lady nut kind of smacks you hard with your need.”

“Y-You!” Merlin choked out.

“Yeah, it was me,” Waylon kicked the door shut and leaned into Merlin’s neck and took a deep whiff before rolling his tongue up the side of the deer-fox’s muzzle and nipping his ear. “Oh my FUCK you smell good baby.”

“W-W-Way-lon…” Merlin’s eyes were starting to get blurry. He wasn’t getting much oxygen and that fist wasn’t letting up.

“Little hard to breathe baby?” Waylon smirked before slowly bringing Merlin’s muzzle to his pit where he pinned his muzzle in there. He then let go of Merlin’s throat and the deer-fox gasped, breathing in his alpha pheromones that were dripping off his massive form.

Merlin had been on Omegaral since he was in middle school, so he had never gotten a full alpha hit before then. He had no frame of reference for how strong it would be.

Nor any resistance.

Merlin’s tail hiked, his fur stood on end, his body felt weak as the fresh musk of man filled his lungs, that pit reeking of a hot, steamy workout and laced with all the Alpha drug he could possibly take. Waylon letting go of his throat was like an addict removing the band around his arm and letting that mainline rush through his veins.

“That’s all it takes,” Waylon lifted his arm and let Merlin fall to the ground, the deer-fox coughing and mewling before the arctic fox put his foot paw on Merlin’s face. The light layer of sweat from his workout made those beans slick and salty.

Salty?

Merlin barely registered that his maw was open and he was licking those foot paws. It was hard to focus at all really. His body felt like it was on auto pilot. He had never experienced omega paralysis before. He had never felt more complete and empty at the same time.

“Fucking hell yeah,” Waylon chuckled and peeled off his shirt before slapping it onto Merlin’s face. “Better get used to the reek of my workout clothes, skank. You’ll be washing them from now on.”

“Y-Yes Waylon,” Merlin shuddered, but yipped as the arctic fox slapped his face with his foot paw, the sweaty shirt making sure he was water boarded with that musk.

“I ain’t your friend anymore, bitch,” Waylon smirked. “You won’t address me by my first name. You’ll show me some fucking respect you needy little cunt. I’m your fucking master, your alpha, and when my dick’s hard, I’m Daddy.”

Merlin mewled, his tongue lulling over that massive foot paw. It nearly covered his entire face. He never realized just how fucking big Waylon was. He always knew, but he had never been beneath his heel.

“Master,” Merlin murred, his spine tingling.

“Bitch, what did I just fucking say,” Waylon’s voice was accompanied by a rush of air as he kicked his shirt off of the deer-fox. Merlin looked up, the foot paw no longer on his muzzle and allowing him to watch as Waylon dropped his shorts, his thick, foot long tapered cock flopping forward and sent a string of pre to slap him in the face.

“Daddy,” Merlin purred, his face burning red with his blush, his tail hiked high.

“Now you’re learning,” Waylon reached down and gripped Merlin by his scruff, the little deer-fox murring. “Must still be something between those ears.”

Waylon dragged Merlin to his bedroom and threw him on his bed.

“Fuck, I should have known you were an omega faggot,” Waylon nodded to the sheets. “Purple silk? Were you even trying to hide it?”

Merlin was spreading out on the sheets, his spine tingling as he pulled his sweater off and Waylon Yanked off his pants to reveal that sopping pussy. Those lips were swollen, that peach twitching with it’s heat as it drooled down, the honey slinking down the deer-fox’s taint and glistening at his back door. Waylon would have that in due time, but for now, he needed to address the elephant in the room.

The ripe, dripping, heated elephant.

Waylon pulled merlin to the edge of his bed and slapped his hot, musky, unwashed cock on those folds. He reeled back and forth before lining up with that pussy.

“Time to put you back in the kitchen where you belong,” Waylon smiled predatorily, his hips sinking forward. His tapered tip spread those lips easy enough, that V stretching until it was a perfect O around that throbbing member.

Then, there was a moment where Merlin’s eyes flashed back to normal. Waylon saw, the recognition, the point of no return, the hymen stretching over his cock. Once he went past there, Merlin would be claimed and made to pump out pups endlessly for an alpha. An alpha that Merlin knew would treat him like trash, unfairly, cruelly for the rest of his days until he was baron.

Waylon had the same thoughts go through his head, only his wolfish grin grew wider as he pressed on and shredded through Merlin’s cherry, sinking deeper and deeper, and deeper! Merlin’s maw went from horror to pleasure, his eyes rolling back into his head as he felt the completion of being filled with dick while in deep heat. He moaned, his pussy glowing with pleasure. Every inch sinking in felt better than the last, and then when Waylon bottomed out, his knot still outside and his tip pressed firmly against his cervix, Merlin felt a burst of pleasure.

Not just a burst, but a grinding glow as that cock head pressed against the entrance to his most intimate depths. He felt complete, his every nerve firing off, his blood humming, his head buzzing. It’s like the little deer-fox was ascending. This was his purpose, to lay on his back, to serve cock, and be a bitch for his Alpha.

“Oh D-d-Daddy,” Merlin huffed out, his abdomen bulging with all that cock stuffed inside him.

“You really are a virgin,” Waylon rumbled, grinding his hips down, that knot firmly stuck on the outside of those pussy lips, but he would work them open. No bitch of Waylon’s wasn’t going to take the tie. “God, you’re going to be my perfect little slut. My little barefoot housewife for me to nut in.”

“Yes Daddy!” Merlin gasped, that cock pulling back, his pussy squelching with how hard it slurped on that shaft before diving back on in and making him scream. “I’ll do whatever you want Daddy. Anything you want for that cock.”

“Damn right you will, but you haven’t even gotten to the best part yet,” Waylon chuckled, his hips swaying, his balls smacking against Merlin’s ass, those thick orbs churning with the promise of motherhood. “You’ve never had an alpha’s cum smack the back of that womb. I’ll have you squirting on my tie for hours, you little skank. I’m going to make you feel ashamed for every second you were playing alpha and weren’t worshiping these fucking nuts.”

Waylon gripped Merlin’s knees and pushed them back , setting one foot on the edge of the bed for a better angle and started to rut. He pulled back and slammed forward, that sopping cunt squirting already.

“Fuck yeah! Love a fat peach, juicy peach! Fuck yeah! Take it!” Waylon snarled, his hips rocking back and forth as Merlin’s pussy came again, and again, the deer-fox’s eyes crossing as he drenched Waylon’s dick, pubes, and balls with his heated honey. Ensuring that the Alpha would be rutting him for days!

“Fuck yeah! You’re body knows it’s place, and soon you will too,” Waylon snarled, his cock being gripped by tight, virgin sexy silk. Merlin’s pink cherry specking his cock with blood as he fucked deeper, harder, those walls milking his dick with desperation as they quivered in orgasm. “Fuck you were made for taking dick! This is your place! On your back taking my fucking pups!”

“Yes daddy! Make me your bitch! Treat me like your personal cum dump! I promise I’ll take every nut, every drop, every pup! Just don’t stop fucking me.”

“I’ll fuck more than your pussy, faggot,” Waylon snarled. “I’ll fuck your life up too. Say goodbye to your freedom, you’re my house slut now. I’ll chain you to my kitchen fridge and make you cook and clean. I’ll nut on your face, spit on it, and make you suck my cock while I eat the food you make for me. You’ll be on your knees between my legs whenever I’m home. I’ll make you the happiest little cum dumpster!”

Merlin came at that, his pussy popping off, his hands rubbing his squirting fem nut over Waylon’s washboard abs and then tweaking his nipples with it.

“That’s right, skank,” Waylon rumbled as his balls slapped against Merlin’s ass harder and harder. “Can’t keep your hands off me? When I’m done with you, you’ll go through withdrawal without touching these fucking muscles ever hour on the hour. Whenever I come home, you’ll be so desperate for the salt on my paws that you’d snort my nut just to lick my fucking pits!”

Merlin knew what he was saying was horrifying, and Waylon would follow through, but Merlin couldn’t’ help but crave it. This was his place, his place was beneath superior men, superior Alphas. He was an omega and he would only be complete if he was taking dick.

Entire swatches of Merlin’s personality were lost, frying them away with the mind altering pleasure that was boiling his brain. Soon he wouldn’t even remember what his life was before getting dicked down by his alpha. It was like each slap of those nuts fucked a little more of his brain out each time, leaving only the “useful” things that could help lease his alpha.

“That’s right, you’re mine now, aren’t you?” Waylon snarled, drool dripping from his fangs as he started the short thrusts.

“I’m yours Daddy,” Merlin gasped, admitting it erasing more of his past, his mind burning with so much pleasure he swore he was made for Waylon, that he simply didn’t exist before the arctic GOD shoved his cock inside him.

“That’s right, you’re my slut, my cum hungry whore, my pup dumpster!” Waylon snarled.

“I’m your whore, your cum slut, a place to nut your brats into,” Merlin said back, his words almost sounding hypnotic.

“Yes! You’re mine! YOU’RE FUCKING MINE!!!” Waylon slammed home, his knot pounding that pussy until it sank in, that cervix yielding as he crammed the head of his cock into that heated, unprotected womb. “Take it! TAKE MY FUCKING BRATS YOU WORTHLESS WHORE!”

Waylon’s balls bounced, his muscular taint snapping into action as his cumpipe distended and shot rope after thick, tar like rope into Merlin’s needy womb. The deer-fox’s belly bulged, his womb expanding as it greedily took that seed, every jet that powerful cock left inside, and frothed with life.

Merlin’s eyes went wide, his fur standing on end as the bits of his memory that were lift, his personality was shocked out of him by the sheer pleasure. He screamed, his muscles tensing so hard it hurt with the chain of orgasms that ran through him at having true alpha seed in his womb. He swore he could feel those swimmers bullying his ova into submission, just like him.

“Merlin, I got your text—” Michael walked in to see Waylon’s thick ass, his balls bouncing against his childhood friend’s ass. “What the fuck!”

“Right on time,” Waylon chuckled as he turned around holding Merlin’s phone, and sat on the bed while letting Merlin flop down, the deer-fox’s head on the floor, his legs wrapped around Waylon as his gut continued to distend into a pseudo-pregnancy. “Go on, faggot. Tell him he’s too late, that I won. I fucking own you now.”

“Fuck off Michael,” Merlin huffed, his body still twitching, his pussy still gushing onto Waylon’s abs and matting his fur. He could barely remember the bunny’s name, but he knew insulting him would make Master happy. “I have a real man now. I belong to him and I’m going to be his bitch forever—”

Waylon cut off the deer-fox by putting his foot paw on his muzzle.

“That’s enough mouth out of you. Bitches are to be seen, not heard, now really tuck those hips,” Waylon rubbed one hand over that expanding belly, his swelling knot distending Merlin’s pussy and locking them together. “Yeah, that’s the perfect position to ensure fertilization.”

Michael watched in horror as his childhood friend was taken, chemically bonded forever to Waylon as his cum whore. He fell to his knees and sobbed before covering his mouth.

“You gunna fucking cry? HA!” Waylon mocked him. “Don’t worry buddy, I’ll still let you get a taste. Come here and lick his clit. You like eating pussy, right?”

Michael was so confused, his brain affected by the mix of omega and alpha pheromones that he actually did what Waylon said. The bunny’s eyes were dripping with tears as he shuffled forward and wrapped his lips around that clit, the knot of another man throbbing deep as he suckled on that throbbing bullet.

“There ya go,” Waylon huffed. “Oh fuck yeah, really milking my bone now. Yeah, you stay right there and keep sucking his clit. It’ll really make sure the tie sticks.”

With that, another thick, gargling, sloshing jet of seed jostled Merlin’s stomach, Michael having to adjust around that bulging womb to keep sucking on that clit. He was the loser, and Waylon was the winner…he deserved this…nice guys like him…never got the guy. He might as well just get a taste of what greatness was.

“That’s right, you limp dicked cuck,” Waylon snarled, his balls churning as he started to grind down into Merlin, his cock throbbing as he reignited the tie again. “You’ll be able to take care of my cubs when I’m fucking my bitch. Succumb to my superior musk.”

And Michael did, his mind breaking to the powerful mix, his mind melting in the bliss of service to his betters.

Waylon had won two bitches that day, and he would wear them out and destroy Merlin’s safty deposit over the next couple weeks before he had them both move into his apartment to keep the party going.

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