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Omega!verse, Mpreg, animal abuse, male lactation, violence, sex, breeding, blood, gore, cruelty, bondage, people being treated like animals, ect.
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He awoke slowly. The world drifted in and out for several minutes as he lay face down, naked on a cold surface. Noise and constant chatter of shrieks and yells echoed loudly throughout wherever he was. He blinked owlishly, his eyes unfocused and rolling. His whole body ached, like he had head dived into a snow bank. His mouth was terribly dry and he tried to moisten it with his tongue. His view from where he was currently laying showed him he was inside a den of some sort, one a bit small for his taste. But upon further inspection as his vision cleared, he realized it wast a small den but a hard, cold box of some sort. It had bars lining the top, allowing some light in. His heart rate increased and his breath became timid.
He grimaced in pain as he pushed himself slowly off the cold flooring of his box. He could sit upright but the box was not tall enough for him to stand. His head spun a little as he leaned against one side of the box. raising his head, he looked through the bars and saw another box right next to him. A pair of golden eyes stared back at him from the other box. It was a male seasonal, like him, but a summer one. Looking past his neighbor's box, he could see they were in some kind of building, a huge warehouse of some sort. Lined along the walls and stacked upon each other were more boxes, crates to be exact, hundreds and hundreds of them, and all of them holding a yelling seasonal.
The golden eyed seasonal next to him was yelling something, but the noise was so loud, he couldn't make out any of anyone's cries. He didn't think the other seasonal was directly trying to communicate with him, because he was looking everywhere wildly, like every other seasonal in the building, looking for a way to escape.
The panic of the room was quickly seeping its way into him and making him shake with anxiety. He placed his hands flat against the sides of his crate but found he could not call upon his abilities. Usually frost would spread from his hands at his command, but nothing happened. He understood the panic in the room more clearly now as he pressed his palms against the sides of the crate harder, tried different spots, but still his ice would not come. Then he started to join the ware house in its mass panic. He shrieked and yipped in his native tongue, the language all seasonals knew, but no one heard nor cared.
Some time later, after nearly scratching his hands raw from clawing at his crate, the set of double doors at the end of the isle he was in opened and a loud noise rang once throughout the warehouse, like an alert to let you know the doors were opening. Three spirits came through the doors, all of them men. One was tall and burly, with a tattoo on his chin and wrapped in a vest of animal fur. He seemed to be the leader of the three, the way he walked ahead of them and cast back orders to them while looking down at his clipboard. The little winter spirit watched silently while the rest of the warehouse continued on its rant of panicked shrieks. He could barely hear as one of the men shouted over the noise to their leader.
"Eret! Was it 3225 or 4225?"
"It wasn't either of those you goon, it was 3425! Now get on it and remember to turn the collars on this time!"
"What about the snowflake?"
"He's up after 3425!"
Snowflake? They had to be talking about him, he realized. He hadn't seen another winter seasonal like himself for years, not since he was a young kit. Fear encased his heart as he pressed himself to the very back of his crate. Somewhere across and down the isle from him, the two men that worked for Eret wheeled out a crate which held "3425" he assumed. The crate was wheeled away down the isle and out the double doors at the end. Eret remained in the ware house, writing something on his clipboard while walking down the isle. The winter seasonal watched him as he walked and finally stopped directly in front of his crate. Eret knelt down to look through the bars of the crate at him and the seasonal pressed himself to the back of his crate as hard as he could, trying in vain to get away.
"Didn't believe my luck when I saw you in the net with the lot of them, a real diamond in the rough, aint ya, snowflake?"
Eret then stood and suddenly his crate was being moved out into the isle and wheeled towards the double doors and out of the noise of the warehouse. The little winter seasonal kept his back pressed against his crate and yipped in fear, calling out to anyone or anything that would help him.
His crate was pushed through the doors and into a long hallway. He was wheeled a long way down until Eret stopped at the end in front of a different pair of double doors. The seasonal could hear noise on the other side of them, but not like the warehouse. Yes it was loud, but it wasn't in his native language, it was the noise of a large crowd of spirits, all yelling and and cheering.
Eret was suddenly in front of his crate again but this time he was opening the door. The seasonal was frightened and near hyperventilating as Eret reached in and grabbed a hold of his arm. The collar waiting in his other hand.
"C'mon little snowflake, gonna make the boss happy tonight." He lured gently. The seasonal fought back but Eret was stronger and yanked him from the crate and quickly secured him in a head lock. The little winter seasonal struggled and wiggled as he tried in vain to free himself. He felt a coldness around his neck and snap into place, locking snugly around him. Eret then released his head but kept a strong hand on his collar, dragging him along as the seasonal tried to scramble away. Eret was stronger though so the seasonal had no other choice than to walk, on all fours, beside Eret and be led through the double doors.
When the doors opened, a blast of light and sound nearly threw his senses off and made him a bit dizzy at first. Shouts and cheers of a large crowd overwhelmed him and he found himself cowering against Eret. The room was like a small arena. There was a circular pit of sawdust in the middle about 40 feet across. Spirits watched from a raised platform that circled the pit where they looked down into. The winter seasonal looked ahead as he was led up to the edge of the pit. In the center of the pit was one of the other seasonals, "3425" he assumed. She was a spring seasonal with bright green eyes and a small build. Her bare body showed scars and signs of living in the wild, which they all bore. She had carried a litter or two before, he could tell. She seemed as timid as a mouse and cowered against her handler while an announcer read off her papers to the crowd through a speaker.
"Spring Seasonal, brood omega female, approximately 15 years old. Bidding will..."
The winter seasonal zoned the speaker out, two entangled into his own thoughts of survival. What would he be sold for? Work? I sex slave? A brood? Was he an omega or a beta? He wasn't sure anymore.
People started calling out their bids on the young female and soon enough the gavel was dropped and she was sold for 3,000.00 Dresands.
She was led out and he watched her go with a sadness for her, with a sadness for all of the others in the warehouse that would surely come after him. What would become of them? Was their destiny to rot is some cage like a common field rat? All these questions of unsure futures swam through his head as he was dragged through the shavings to the center of the pit. He was held there tightly by Eret.
"Ladies and businessmen," The speakers blasted, "We have had a very special catch in our recent plunder, behold, a rare Winter Seasonal!"
The little seasonal squirmed as the crowds looking down on him packed in, all murmuring and chatting amongst themselves, their eyes alight with interest and greed. He squirmed again to flee but Eret's grip on his collar held tight.
"Here is a fine specimen of a Winter Seasonal, virgin omega male," Yes, that was all true, He had never been with anyone, simply because he was mostly by himself and like they said, Winter Seasonals were rare.
"Approximately 18 years of age, He may very well be one of the last Winter Seasonals if not the last of his kind, such a rare jewel comes with a heavy price. Our bidding will start at 20,000.00 Dresands..."
He looked into the crowd with fear as people started accepting and raising the bid, so much so that the speaker could hardly keep up. He crouched further into the shavings, in a display of submission and pleading to be let free. He missed his woods, his little pond and his den. He missed racing with the deer and the feeling of the wind in his white hair.
Looking over the crowd he saw a very large spirit in a bright red coat and a great white beard, the man had tattoos up both burly arms and he was standing next to a slimmer spirit. It was a man, with ashen grey skin. He was dressed in a black suit while every other spirit in the crowd shouted out their bids, he simply stood there with a hard look on his face. And he was staring right at the winter seasonal. The little frame of the seasonal seemed to shrink even more into Eret's shadow as the tall dark spirit across the pit stared at him for a long time, his golden eyes running up and down along his body, calculatingly cold and intrigued.
The tall figure nodded to the burly man in the red coat and then without another word, walked away out of the crowd.
Then the man with the white beard and red coat lifted his arm and cried out, "100,000.00 Dresands!"
Then the entire room was shocked into silence for a full ten seconds until the speaker stuttered out, "Going for 100,000.00 Dresands...going...going...gone!"
"Its been good working with you, snowflake," Eret said as he counted up in cash his pay for the night. The winter seasonal was being shoved into a new crate by Eret's men, one that was labeled "Sold". He struggled but with his scrawny hide, wasn't getting very far and ended up being locked inside a box again.
"Knew when I first laid eyes on you that you'd bring in the dough and Drago would trust me to bring in a good catch every once in a while again. Good luck makin' them babies!"
The winter seasonal shrieked in horror as he was wheeled and then lifted into the back of a sleek black van. His crate was strapped securely to the van's interior and then the doors were shut and everything went black. All that was heard was Eret's muffled laughter.
The car ride was long, at least 80 minutes, and the winter seasonal counted every single one, every second was one second closer to the fate he so feared. His stomach rolled with the turns of the van and his mouth began to water. It was hot, he panted as he leaned against his crate. It has been an odd and stressful day and he was tired, and the driver's wild turning didn't help to ease his anxiety. Sweat dripped from his brow and drool dripped from his mouth onto the floor of his crate. His head and stomach spun dangerously. Another sharp turn came and he gagged and vomited, partly onto his hands because it was dark and he couldn't see. He threw up what little was in his stomach and then dry heaved painfully until he collapsed into the side of his crate and then slide down to the bottom. He was laying in his own vomit but he was too tired and sick to care. With the stench of vomit and the smells of the road filling his nose, his eyes fluttered and he eventually passed out.
He awoke to sunlight shining through his crate bars and onto his face. Then he heard hissed cursing in a foreign language. Then his crate was being lifted out of the van and he moaned in discomfort as his crate was quickly placed onto the ground. He curled into himself as he was suddenly wheeled forward, whoever was pushing him was obviously in a hurry. They passed two security guards and went through a door into a huge building. down a few hallways and through a few more doors, the crate finally stopped rolling and the seasonal relaxed a bit, a sigh of relief escaping him because the journey had made him sick to his stomach again.
There were voices and sounds all around him, sounding somewhat panicked. He heard a combination code being entered and then the sound of his crate door unlocking and being opened. He curled in on himself even more, simply wanting to be left alone. A pair of strong hands gently gripped him under his arms and slowly pulled him out of his crate and onto a softer surface that crinkled loudly. He relaxed a bit on the medical bed and let his mouth open to pant. It was still too hot.
The voices above him were still talking, and one seemed to be trying to calm the other one down. It was a female voice he noticed. Small hands started brushing his messy hair from his face and running over his body. They rested at his pulse points and opened his eyes, one at a time as a light was shone into them. He dozed off for a bit after that but when he awoke next it was because of a cold pack being rested on his head and it felt so good. He sighed happily and his body relaxed a bit more. He felt water being sponged over his body, washing him clean of vomit and grime, over his torso, his arms, down his legs and in between, and over his backside.
His senses slowly came back to him as well, he opened his eyes and found a woman above him in a white doctors coat. She had brightly colored hair and lavender eyes. When she saw she was awake, she smiled down at him sweetly.
"Hey there, sweety, feeling any better? You just got a little overheated in the car ride." She greeted, petting his hair and soothing it back. "I'm just doing some tests alright?" She picked up her clipboard and looked over it. He looked behind her and saw the man from earlier standing there, the one with the red coat and white beard.
"North," She called to him, "Where did you put his papers?"
"Right here Tooth," He replied, handing her an open envelope of papers.
Tooth pulled them out and looked through them.
"He is to be a brood, correct?" she asked North and he nodded.
"The boss wanted you to do a test...on that...you know." He replied awkwardly.
Tooth looked up at him and smiled, "Yes I know, and Mr. Black also wanted me to do a virginity test. See if he got what he really paid for."
Just then the door to the hallway opened and the man in the black suit from earlier walked in. The winter seasonal's eyes widened at him. He was tall and appeared even more intimidating up close. He had a no-nonsense sort of face and his eyes were cold and calculating, just as they were before, as he looked at the seasonal's bare body on the medical bed.
"Mr Black," Tooth greeted, somewhat surprised at his presence, "I didn't thin you'd be coming down here."
"Well," he started, his voice deep and accented, "That little snowflake came at a heavy cost, I wanted to make sure he was worth it, is he fertile?"
"I am just about to run the tests," Tooth confirmed then turned to North. "North would you help me?"
North got up from his seat on a stool and walked over to the head of the medical bed.
"Have you picked a name sir? It would be easier on him if he had a name to be called," Tooth asked as she set out her papers and put on a fresh pair of gloves.
"I've never thought much about their names, just that they do what I buy them for. Anything would work, I don't care, John, James, Jack, pick which ever you like." Mr. Black replied in a bored tone.
"Very well, Jack will do nicely," Tooth replied, writing it at the top of one of the seasonal's medical files.
Jack
He thought it was as good a name as any other, He had never really had a proper name other than "Frost" which a few other seasonals had called him from time to time.
There was something placed under Jack's nose that wrapped loosely around his head. whatever came from the tubes seem to relax him and he found himself quickly losing all the tense anxiety from his muscles. He was re-positioned more comfortably on his side, in the fetal position. Tooth mixed together a gel and spread it over his lower abdomen. Jack sighed at the feeling. Tooth then held some sort of instrument in her hand that was connected by a wire up to a computer screen. She then ran it slowly over the part of Jack's stomach that was covered in gel. Images came up on the computer screen, images Jack didn't understand but ones that Tooth clearly did.
After a few minutes of silence she spoke up. "All your money hasn't been wasted, Mr. Black, Jack is one fertile omega."
They talked and discussed it and Jack didn't fully understand their discussion, but he was in some sort of hazy phase. His toes were tingly and his brain foggy, whatever she was giving him to breathe in was making him groggy and a bit less aware of things. He wondered how long it would affect him.
He had nearly dozed off when he felt Tooth's gloved hands at his backside. As he became a little more aware of his surrounding he realized North's beefy hands were resting on him, one on his head and one over his arm and side, to hold him down if he should move.
He brain struggled to answer his own question of why he would need to be held down when He felt the cold gel being spread against his backside, against his hole. And then he started to understand. His breath quickened and he gave a soft moan at the uncomfortable feeling.
She was rubbing more there and he found himself trying to shift but being unable to. He looked up to see Mr. Black standing by the door, his arms crossed and his face in that ever present look of calculating.
Jack gave a yelp and then a gasp when the first finger slipped in. It didn't hurt as he thought it would. It went in deeper, wiggling and feeling around for something, for what, he didn't know. but his mouth fell open in a small cry when another was gently added. It started to hurt. He tried wiggling his hips, to get away from the unwelcome intrusion.
"Good boy Jack, almost done," Tooth praised as her fingers slid in further, causing Jack jump give a little jolt and gasp out a throaty moan. His mouth was open and he was panting again. He begged them in his mind to stop, that it hurt, but they wouldn't understand his language if he spoke.
Tooth's fingers brushed against something inside him and he gasped out a whimper, his head snapping up in surprise. Tooth then pulled her gloved fingers out slowly and Jack relaxed again against the medical table.
Tooth removed her gloves and picked up her pen to write something on Jack's medical records.
"Congratulations Mr. Black, Jack is indeed a virgin. I know you are eager to breed him but he will need to be broken in slowly." She emphasized."Omega males can conceive just as females can but their first breeding session is the hardest to conceive in. Omega males have an extra barrier if you will and that barrier needs to be broken in order to conceive. But its a process that will take a few tries to achieve. Since he is a virgin, start him out light. Have him spent time with a beta first, to take his virginity. If the beta can fertilize him then great but if not move on to an alpha. Only then will he be able to handle it."
"Wise words indeed Tooth, duly noted. Have him transported to the breeding ward and put him in with an Autumn Beta. Just introduce them first, then call me when they're prepared for their first breeding session together."
"Yes sir, I'll keep you posted." Tooth replied with a smile. Mr. Black nodded and left the room just as quickly as he had entered.
North went to fetch a clean crate as Tooth walked up to Jack and pet his hair comfortingly.
"C'mon Jack, lets go visit Hiccup."
