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**From Alpha to Omega

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: Dreixes**

Charlene sighed heavily and wiped a hand across her eyes before sliding it down the length of her snout and off her nose. She set her hands on her hips and stared down at the little kobold foreman who ran the orchard pickers, tapping her foot in annoyance.

"Okay, run that by me one more time," she said through gritted teeth. "I didn't get much further than 'Kaliya didn't listen' before I got so pissed that I stopped hearing you. I'll try and keep it in check this time. Start over."

"Kaliya didn't listen to me when I told her that we need to climb up and hand pick the fruits," the little reptilian began again. "She said it was easier to knock them down with a long stick instead of having to go up and down and up and down. She did a whole row like that, and every last one was damaged. They're barely two-stars most of them, and some were entirely ruined. Seriously, boss, you gotta do something about this bitch. No one likes her, and we're all sick and tired of her whining."

"Alright. Alright." The gator hooked her thumbs behind her belt, and stared off towards where the wolfess lounged in the shade of some stacked hay bales. "This has gone on long enough. She's been through half the harvest teams, and she's just not gettin' it. Go on, toddle off, I won't take it out of your pay. Gonna go set this bitch straight before she ruins my reputation on the server."

Charlene gave herself a shake to throw off any appearance of anger and strolled over towards the former adventurer at a casual pace. She'd only hired the girl on because her guild was one of the farm's best clients, and they'd needed someone to up their agriculture skill for rare picks in one of the raid dungeons. The bitch just wasn't understanding her place, though. She wasn't keen on hard work or doing things right, only in quick gratification, which was understandable for a dps main, but it wasn't going to cut it for a farmer. And with her change of class had come a loss of levels down to being a newbie all over again until she swapped back.

The gator herm came to a stop within easy kicking distance of the bitch and stood staring down at her for a few minutes, patiently waiting to be noticed. The wolf was busy chatting up a storm with her guild and took no heed of her current boss, though, so she nudged the fem with her foot to hasten things along. This still garnered no response, so she bent down and loudly cleared her throat in the wolf's ear.

"Jeez, what?!" the startled fem snarled. "Can't you see I'm busy?"

"Oh, yup, yup, I can see that," Charlene rumbled, putting a bit of gator growl into her voice. "But what I don't see is a nice big basket full of Mama Charlene's famous five-star fruits. I hear you didn't listen to ole Pipkin, and 'bout ruined the whole take from your row."

"They're just fruits, and I got my skill up anyways, so what's the problem?"

The herm loomed closer, letting her size sink in. She was head and shoulders taller than the wolfess to begin with, and her levels as a farmer had given her muscles as fit as any barbarian, while the former ranger was twig-skinny at the moment.

"The problem, sweetcheeks, is that you don't seem to understand where you sit on the food chain these days. You're a peasant now, and you're working my farm. That means you listen to me and whoever I put in charge of you. It means that you work how and where you're told. It means that you don't get a say in what you do any more. It means that I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson so you won't forget that again."

"What the hell are you-" the wolf began, only to be cut off when Charlene wrapped a large hand around the canine's muzzle to clamp it closed.

Her other hand undid the buckle of her belt and let her trousers fall to the ground, revealing her genital slit. The wolf struggled and pawed at her wrist, but the fem was no match for her strength score. Stepping out of the discarded pants, she slid her thumbs into the corners of the canine's mouth and forced it open, then pulled the girl in close to grind her groin against the exposed tongue. She gave no mind to the hands pressing against her hips as she glared down at the bitch, feeling the slick length of her shaft starting to emerge from between her legs.

The female began to grow ever more frantic as she felt the thickness of it against her tongue, the tip quickly tickling her throat before sliding inward. It quite easily filled the girl's throat, and they could both see the breath timer start ticking. This wasn't a pvp ground, so she wouldn't lose any levels, gold, or gear, but she'd take a heavy con penalty for several hours if she got knocked out. Fortunately for the bitch, Charlene wasn't out to take her time with it and enjoy herself. The gator was looking to teach a lesson, a harsh one but a quick one.

The herm let out a pleasured growl when her cock reached its full growth, easily half way to the wolf's stomach, feeling the gagging and choking on her shaft through the sim-suit, then pulled back and out to give the girl a chance to take in some air. Only a few gasps, though. Then she slammed herself back in and began pounding the bitch's throat for all she was worth. She didn't even move her hips, just held the former adventurer's head in her hands and used it like a sex toy, dragging her back and forth along the tapered length, smacking the canine's nose against her hips enough to bruise but not bleed. She half hoped that the girl had good VR sim gear so she'd really feel it and take the lesson to heart.

Charlene was more out to get her rocks off and move on than anything else, so she gave it hard and fast and dumped her load down the bitch's throat until she felt it backing up and putting pressure on her cock. Then she slooooowly withdrew, keeping the pressure on so that it swelled the flat tummy of the wolfess and began drowning her. Only when the breath meter started ticking off life points did she relent, letting the girl go to retch and cough and sputter up seed onto the ground.

"What... the fuck... do you think... you're- yipe!"

The wolf pawed ineffectually at the air, dangling by her tail from the gator's hand. "Seems you don't learn fast. So let's try this again."

She tore off the rag trousers that the fem wore and readied herself once more, then took hold of the girl and speared into the canine's cunt dry. She had to drop down to her knees and use the bitch on all fours so she could use one hand to muzzle the girl. Biting was just plain rude. She pounded the bitch hard and fast once more, this time having to put a bit more effort into it due to the position, and dumped a second load. This time she didn't pull out until the system began giving warning messages about permanent damage to the character.

This time Kaliya didn't talk back but tried to crawl away. For the third round, Charlene pinned the wolf bitch beneath her bulk and rammed into her tailhole, fucking hard but not fast. She wanted to make sure the girl learned this last time. Not that she'd mind doing it again some time, but it was best to only have to do it this way once. If she had to do it again, the fem was going to end up with some permanent stat penalties. Her third load bloated the female just as much as the first two had, enough that she retched up the seed that she'd taken down her throat. Charlene pulled free and stood to watch the girl wallowing in the pool of mud and seed, grinning her best gator grin.

"Now, I know you were a badass bitch back when you were raiding, but you're my bitch now, get it?" she inquired, receiving a much subdued nod in return. "Me alpha, you omega, got it?"

The wolf nodded again, remaining huddled against the ground with her ears tucked, eyes averted, and tail between her legs. Just to make sure the point was solidly made, Charlene took hold of her cock and let her bladder loose, making sure to thoroughly coat the bitch from head to toe. Kaliya lay there and took it like a good little omega.

"Now get back to work, and don't you dare clean yourself up. You get out there just like that so everyone knows you know your place now."

The wolf climbed shakily to her feet and ran towards the kobold in charge of her. Charlene gave herself a metaphorical pat on the back. That was a lesson well learned.

The End