'Omega... I'm an... omega..?'
He begun to read through the brochure he'd received, but everything he saw just made the knot in his stomach tighten.
'I can't let anyone know.' He let his head fall into his palms, taking deep breaths to steady himself. He realized he was shaking.
"Dammit."
Booting up his computer he began his search.
'Is there a way to change types? Living as an omega... is there a way to never get your heat... is there a way to permanently stop your heat?' He typed in the questions rapid-fire, clicking a few tabs open and reading the responses.
"It's easiest if you just pair with an alpha. Especially if you can find your fated pair! It's so romantic! 3"
"I had a really hard time finding a job. I've linked some companies listed as being open to hiring omegas. Good luck everyone!"
"I wish I could change type, but I haven't found anything. Living as an omega is so much harder than other types."
"I like having a heat when I have a partner. It makes for such intense sex ;D"
He slammed 'X' on the tab, not even wanting to think about the possibility. He stood, pacing a few times in circles.
'Just cool it and keep calm. I'm sure there's lots of information and drugs out now, I just have to find them.'
After talking himself down he opened another search and typed in: male omega.
Clicking on the first link it seemed like a support chat room for omegas with an entire sub forum for male omegas.
"Feels like I suddenly lost all my close friends when I found out. My life has changed completely and it's never been the same. I'm scared of what my body's become..."
"I've thought about just ending it so many times. This forum is the only thing that's keeping me going."
"Having children wasn't as bad as I thought. If you find a partner, I think you can find happiness in the little things."
"I hate alphas, they think they're entitled to our bodies! Selfish bastards!"
"I was gay to begin with, so not much of a change for me. Just made sex easier lol."
"Found suppressants that stops your heat completely. They've worked for me so far."
Kyle clicked on the link, reading frantically about the heat suppressing medicine. Everyone agreed the long term effects weren't good, but if you were desperate it was the only known way to stop it completely.
Closing the tabs and erasing the history Kyle grabbed his results, folding them and hiding them at the bottom of his drawer of books.
"I wonder how much time I have left..." As he crawled into bed, the thought haunted him. How much more time until his body began to enter its mating period?
In the dark Kyle rolled onto his side. The bright blue numbers of his alarm clock illuminated the dark room. What caught his eye was the colon in between the hours and the minutes. It blinked every second, like two ominous eyes, watching.
Counting down.
Kyle felt as if a cloud surrounded him, and everything smelled delicious. Everywhere the pink clouds touched, he felt warm and familiar. Calm. He turned and took a bite from the cloud, it melting sweetly like cotton candy. The more he ate the warmer his body became. He floated and ate and felt the pleasure running through his body. His head felt fuzzy but he didn't care as he continued to stuff himself. As he landed on a great long bed of cotton candy, he curled himself in it, feeling an overwhelming pleasure overcome him. It shook his body to the core as he woke up, still trying to wrap his head around his dream.
Feeling an unpleasant stickiness he uncovered his pants to find they were soaked front to back.
"Ugh, not again."
As he stood, he felt a sticky liquid drip down the back of his thighs. He paled. He sprinted for the bathroom, yanking down his pants and looking at himself in the mirror.
'It's weird how there's so much and how it's clear...'
It was probably because it had been happening so much lately his body didn't have the time to replenish itself.
Hopping in the shower. He made sure to strip his bed before school.
"All my party people say YEAAAAH!"
With his usual shit-eating grin Eric was standing on his kitchen counter, a microphone in hand.
"Alright everyone, as we all know, were here tonight to celebrate yours truly, Eric Cartman, your most humble of alpha hosts. Tonight is for kissing ass, as in your kissing my ass in the hopes of making connections when I am rich and famous. Thank you! And here's to me!"
Cartman slugged down the full cup of beer, letting out a huge burp into the microphone.
"I still don't know how he manages to throw parties like this." Kyle shook his head. Though he was an asshole, Cartman was still the only kid who managed to get his house AND alcohol for parties on monthly basis. Not one to miss the opportunity, Kyle frequented them.
"I heard that it's his cousin that buys it for all for him. Ooooh boy! Do I sure wish my family was as cool as Eric's! If my parents saw me drinking I'd be grounded for sure!"
"It's cheap, but it's beer." Stan admitted, sitting down on the couch between Butters and Kyle.
"I'll need to drink a lot more if I want to drown out Cartman's voice." Narrowing his eyes at the unavoidable fact, Eric had been bragging for weeks about his new status, and to top it all of, he'd thrown this party, celebrating himself.
Feeling warm, but refusing to take off his hat, Kyle said, "I'm going to go chill outside for a bit."
Filling up his beer anew he was outside on the patio, sitting and watching the stars. The fresh air felt amazing. Sticking the red solo cup into a pile of snow that had accumulated on the pario's railing, he'd let the lukewarm drink chill a bit. Best and worst part about living in South Park was all the snow. Might as well make good use.
"WHOOO HOOO!"
Kenny suddenly burst through the door, spilling half his beer on the ground as he teetered. "This party's fuckin awesome!" He yelled out, flopping on the bannister.
"Holy shit dude, you're wasted." Kyle stood, watching his friend struggle to stay upright. Suddenly he lurched sharply over the side of the railing.
"Whoa! Kenny!" Kyle rushed forward to grab him. He was like a rag doll. He leaned Kenny on himself.
"Let's get you some water and a couch dude. You need to pass out for a bit.
Kyle heard Kenny mumbling something, but he couldn't hear it from under his hood.
"What?"
Facing him, his eyes half-lidded in a drunken stupor, Kenny began to heave.
"Oh hell no! Over the railing! Over the railing!" Kyle grabbed Kenny's arm and dragged him back to the railing. But it was too late. Caught as he was turning, Kenny's puke arched into his arm, the rest falling spectacularly off the edge with a wet splatter.
Holding the back of the orange jacket to make sure his friend didn't join his throw up, Kyle stayed with him until he had finished heaving up the chips and chocolates he'd been shovelling down just an hour before.
"Okay. Lie down here. I'm gonna wash my shirt and get you some water. DON'T go near the railing."
"Ughhhh." Kenny mumbled, lying on his side, not caring the dirty ass ground water soaking into his jacket.
Heading back in, he bumped into Stan.
"Man did you see Kenny? He's so wasted! Ew, what's that smell?" He covered his nose.
"Yeah I did. The bastard threw up on my arm." Brandishing the now stinking sleeve of his shirt Stan recoiled. "Awee gross man, get that away from me!"
"Can you get him some water? He's passing out on the deck outside. I'm gonna go upstairs and try and clean this off."
"Can do! Afteeeeer another beer!"
"K-Kyle! You smell like barf man!" Tweek gagged as Kyle walked past
"Gross." Craig covered his nose.
"Ugh guys, it was Kenny! Kenny! I'm cleaning it now."
Shoving through the crowd Kyle hurried upstairs and into the bathroom.
"Ugh, really." Removing the layered plaid shirt, he was left with a black t-shirt on.
Turning on the sink, he busied himself, soaking it and scrubbing at it. He heard the door open behind him, figuring it was Stan.
"That was quick, did he actually drink it?"
The door shut behind him and Kyle looked up to see him in the mirror.
Only it wasn't Stan. It was the leader of the grade 12 kids. Even his name was a douchebag kind of name. Trent.
Turning to face him, Kyle dropped his shirt.
"What the hell are you doing here?" The way he was staring at him was giving him the creeps.
"Celebrating Eric's graduation into alpha-hood of course." He answered smugly, swaying closer.
"How kind of you." More like it was the free beer that got him here.
"If you need to use the bathroom I'll be done in a minute." Kyle scowled when he didn't leave.
"You know I was pretty sure before. But now I can smell it."
"Fuck, it's Kenny's puke not mine! Do I look that drunk?" He was getting annoyed now.
"Not the shirt."
His hand snaked out, grabbing Kyle's wrist.
"Dude, what the hell?" Kyle yanked his arm away, but Trent's grip didn't budge.
He grabbed the 12th grader's iron grip with his other hand, feeling a warmth on his skin all of a sudden.
"Get off dude! What the hell's wrong with you?"
"You smell good." He took a step closer, pinning Kyle's back against the sink.
"You're into some weird shit then!"
"You smell like an omega."
It felt as if a heavy pit dropped into his stomach. He began to struggle harder, his fingernails digging into soft skin. The brown-haired senior wouldn't let go.
Suddenly he felt his arm snap to the side, his arm and feet stumbling to keep him upwards. A hand pushing his back prevented it.
He stumbled to the ground, his hands and knees absorbing the impact of the hard tiled floor, and stinging in their protest. He was already finding his feet beneath him, ready to give this asshole a one-two straight to his face.
He felt fingers wrap around the back of his head, shoving it down into the ground.
"Fuck you! Get off!" Kyle shouted out, clawing at the hand holding his face to the dirty bathroom floor. He felt skin tear beneath his nails and managed to squirm his leg back into the grade 12's stomach. He heard the air whoosh from his lungs, and his grip loosen.
He flipped around, kicking the older kid again while he struggled to catch his breath, leaning his back on the tub so give himself more strength.
Trent was shaking either in anger or in pain, but Kyle wasn't planning on sticking around to figure out which one. He jumped up, stepping over the senior, his hand reaching for the doorknob.
A hand snaked around his throat, wrestling him back down to the ground. He grabbed at the thick arm around him, but couldn't get enough power to claw him off.
"Fuck! Fuck!" The more Kyle struggled, the tighter his grip became. He collapsed to the floor, his legs as his only supports. He scrabbled at his arm but to no avail. He heard him chuckling, his weight pressing Kyle's throat even tighter.
"Go ahead and shout some more. That is if you want everyone to find out you're an omega."
Kyle's hands swatted feebly as he felt the 12th grader's hips press against his backside. He felt his hard erection even through the both of their pants.
"C-Can't breathe!" He rasped, his eyes tearing against his will. He desperately slapped him on his forearm with as much strength as he could manage. His vision started to blur.
"You going to be good and shut up?"
Kyle felt a fraction of movement, lifting his head immediately, gasping in what air he could. His mouth gaped open like a fish's, Kyle too occupied with getting his next breath to care about the saliva that had oozed down his chin, down Trent's forearm and spattered wetly on the ground. His throat roared in protest, feeling rough and bruised. He felt his body begin to shake. He felt sweat drip down from his brow. Though he was fighting this asshole and he'd been drinking, he knew now the heat that had been building inside of him didn't feel natural anymore. It was his body's reaction. It was reacting to this asshole.
"It's an omegas job to be used by alphas. You should learn this lesson as quickly as possible." Kyle could feel his grin against his cheek as he spoke softly into his ear. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up.
Kyle inhaled sharply his hands gripping hard on the ground as his pants and underwear were tugged down, his nakedness exposed in the air.
"Looks like your body still hasn't gotten used to an alpha's pheromones. Normally omegas are dripping at this point. Though, wait a second... it does seem to be a little wet." Kyle shook as he felt his finger press up against his entrance, horrified at the moisture he felt from his own body.
"No! Stop!" He grunted, his voice hoarse, his body pushing up and back, struggling to get free in any way. His body was too heavy, pressing him down, his chokehold growing tighter. The closest he managed was a kick at the bathroom door.
'Fuck, not good, not good!' Kyle's mind spun, trying to think of some clever way to get free. Panicking he couldn't think of a single thing. He couldn't breathe again. He could feel his nose running as he gasped desperately, a thin wheeze of air all he could manage.
"Kyle? You taking a shit or something?"
Eyes darting to the door, Stan's voice sounded like an angel's fanfare.
"Go ahead and open it, if you can." He whispered into his ear, pushing his finger against his entrance.
"I'll let everyone in the school know you're omega unless you do what I say."
Slowly and sickeningly he felt the 12th grader's finger force itself inside him.
