Wolf Lessons
Sorry, no sequel to the dragon story yet.
Being an omega isn't as bad as everyone says. It's not a position of abuse as such, it's more the position of a bard, a tale-weaver, a pleasure-giver or an artist. Sometimes, even a shaman can be an omega. I, personally, am in it because I never quite had enough physical strength. While I am cunning, it never helped much when the less intelligent wolves simply forced me to submit. It was embarrassing to begin with, even infuriating, but I grew used to it. The wolves of this pack didn't care much about what I did, while things for the upper parts of the hierarchy were in a constant struggle to keep them.
The most struggle I had was to get away from the occasional stupid females who decided it'd be fun to pet and tease the omega runt when I was doing chores or perhaps indulging in my artistic urges. I wasn't submissive by nature, don't get that impression. Everybody simply assumed I was due to my place, and I couldn't change that due to my weakness. Nobody had ever mounted me or had any similar dominance, nor were they going to. At least, I'd be rather surprised of they did. They just didn't need to since I never fought back, and nobody seemed to be interested in doing it for pleasure.
Not with a dirty little omega, at least.
So, being pet, doing chores too mundane for the pack leaders and being artistic, that's what i do. Name's Talon, nice to meet you.
Today, I didn't have much time for the latter, as I was commanded to go forage a patch of blackberry bushes not too far from our camp. Truth to be told, I was happy to get away from the rest of my pack - it was heat period for the females and with the total forbiddance to mate in order to prevent more strain on already minimal stores of food. The pack could support exactly one litter, and that was for the alpha pair to have, the rest would have to go without it. This meant every single wolf was extremely strung-up from horniness and frustrated from having to cope with it, so I would get extra complaints, more chores to do. Not to mention the scents, they were a constant attack on my senses - but I had never felt too interested in females, possibly due to never having a chance to get to know any of them better.
That was largely how my day passed, carefully picking every single berry and trying not to maul myself on the countless thorns. I had done it before so it wasn't any kind of a huge problem, and before the burning sun had sunk beyond the horizon, I was done.
That's when he came.
"Hello there, Runt..." I heard someone growl behind me. I knew who it was and didn't even turn around.
"What do you want, Tar?" I asked. He had no reason to be here, so his purpose was most likely to tease me with some stupidity as usual. Tar was pitch-black like his name might imply, his eyes two glowing embers set in the dark skull. He was also the pack beta, a position he thoroughly didn't deserve. I hated him, he was a rather malicious person, constantly horny and he had his private little harem of lower-ranking males. As if he didn't have more important things to do than waste his energy on filling those bottoms with his seed. I don't know why our alpha allowed it, but he did, and none of his pets complained. I guess they were simply too starved for attention, or perhaps too stupid. I never really understood it.
And here he was, annoying me in my chores. It wasn't the first time.
"I just came here to see how you're doing, little runt." spoke, his voice dripping with concealed intentions. It wasn't as if I couldn't smell on his scent too, he was obviously lying. "Honestly, omega, my only intention is to watch you for a bit and see that you're doing your work well. Our alpha ordered me to."
More lies. "You're late, then. I'm already done here." I stated plainly.
"You're not acting like a proper runt should, Talon." he whispered into my ear, now right behind me. "You know I'm not an omega but in name, Tar." I snarled back at him. "I have never submitted to any male."
He was uncomfortable close now - I could feel his body heat. "Perhaps it's time for your first..." he growled, voice much more threatening now. With that he locked his arms around my waist and pulled me tightly against him. I was disgusted to begin with, he smelled like lust, not having bothered to wash himself after taking his bitches. It wasn't even allowed at this time of the year, even sex between males was forbidden. I guess our alpha didn't know what Tar was doing. "I think I'll take you for myself, you're much sexy to not get mated." he chuckled, rubbing his hips into my behind. I could feel his arousal, hard and hot even through his loincloth pressing against my tail, menacingly. Suddenly it all felt very surreal, and for a few seconds I lost myself in his dominance. Tar was very strong, he was handsome for a male, even though I wasn't into my own gender, and here he was, trying to claim me for his little group of bottoms, another wolf to empty his seed into. He was going to breed me like some female, ride me like a bitch. The realization was like cold water all over me.
"You're not going to even try that, packmate." I snarled, shaking myself awake. "I may be the omega, but not a tailraiser bitch. Nobody mounts me."
"We'll see, won't we?" the beta growled back, suddenly twisting my hands sharply behind my back. "Down on the ground, then. We'll see how much you resist in your meant position." I had to do it, he'd have broken my arm, I knew he would. I knelt, first, and then laid on my stomach in the dirt. If Tar released me I was going to murder him, even if it meant me exiled. "Not like that, omega. Your position is with your ass up." the black wolf commanded me. I refused, he yanked my arm painfully again, and with a yelp I had to do it. I raised my hindquarters up, still with my chest on the ground. He tore off my loincloth, leaving me bared to him. I was burning with shame, and while my grey fur hid it, it was visible on my white ears. "Very good..."
He took his rightful position above me, haunches tightly pressed into me. Rightful? Why would I think... swiftly, his own loincloth came off, and there was nothing left between me and his dominant maleness. "Don't... please." I whimpered, my will to fight gone. I just wanted this to go away, I didn't want to get claimed by Tar. I didn't belong to him.
His paw was on my sheath, suddenly, rubbing that far too sensitive spot. "You'll enjoy being full of my seed, warm and sticky inside. Everyone will know you're mine by the scent with it dripping out of you..." he murmured, grinding the tip if his erection under my tail, waiting for that first squirt of precum. "Eventually you'll be proud too, proud of me emptying my heavy balls into your weak runt hole. You'll beg for it, you'll want the scent so the others remember to who you belong. You'll walk with your tail raised..."
My sheath was swelling and I couldn't hide it from him. He felt is just as well as me, his breath quickening as he knew I was responding to his ministrations. A jolt of pleasure went through me as he peeled my sheath back, revealing my growing member. He rubbed his fingers along the top, and I thrust my hips backwards to escape the queer sensation, forgetting what was behind me. My tail had fallen out of the way sometime near the first spark of arousal I felt, and my movement caused my tailhole to press against his tip, as if I wanted to me mounted. We both gasped into unison to the fleshy, warm sensation, and I felt something warm and wet spreading over and seeping into my exposed hole back there. The slick feeling and the knowledge I was seconds away from penetration made my head swim. "Here it comes, runt." Tar grunted and put his weight down on me.
God help me, at that moment I enjoyed it. I offered myself to him, my tail came up on it's own. My hole relaxed. I wanted it, I allowed it, I accepted it. I didn't protest, and that moment would burn itself forever into my thoughts. I let him do what he wanted, and... what I wanted too. To mate me. Maybe the reason I only felt hate for his other bitches was jealousy. I felt so warm all over, and so very strange, a whooshing sound louder and louder in my ears.
Just as the tip of his cock sunk into me, the beta's quick breathing came to an abrupt stop with a choking cough.
"When I say 'no mating', beta..." came the furious growl, unmistakably that of our alpha. I hadn't seem him much, but his voice already proved beyond doubt that he was strong, unyielding. "...it applies to everyone, subordinate." his words tapering off into a sharp snarl as he tightened his arms around Tar's neck, cutting off his breath almost completely.
"But, alpha..." -hgk- "a male..." he choked forth, miserably struggling to get loose, his rapidly growing-limp wolfhood slipping out of me as his weight was pulled back. I scuttered a few meters away and watched the scene. Our alpha was like an angel of death behind the beta, his strong and muscular frame far outclassing the comparable runt, even if he was bigger than me in turn. "not... pregnant... cubs..." the beta barely manage to squeeze out of his lungs, which were by the sight of it cramping and burning with the need for oxygen.
"It's not about that, beta. The matter is if I let the males mate, others will take privileges as well. During heat only I mate, it's about keeping a solid moral to prevent any unwanted cubs." our alpha hissed, agonizingly slowly. "Understood?"
Tar nodded, and just as he would have passed out from asphyxiation, Ashar dropped him. The earlier so dominant beta collapsed into a limp pile on the ground, clutching his throat and trying to breathe in, wheezing like a greymuzzle near death. I knew he'd hurt like hell for several days, might not even be able to speak, and it made me feel joyous. No listening to his would-be dominance at least for a brief while. Even then, I couldn't be really happy about it, as something else was tearing at my attention, the odd feeling that like a venom was clouding my mind.
My tailhole was burning where he had stretched it, almost claimed me, but it was a sweet pain. If it wasn't for the alpha's interruption, I would've let him take me. As much as I hated to admit it, I would have liked it, too. For some reason his dominance had triggered something in me, that I hadn't known was there at all. A need to simply be under another male and be filled with their arousal. Even with what happened, my own cock was still halfway out of it's sheath, and it refused to retract no matter what I tried focusing on. I knew it wouldn't before someone finished what the beta had started. My loins ached with the dull fire of arousal, and it was very visible to anyone who looked, mainly Ashar.
After he checked that Tar would live, he came up to me. "Runt. Omega..." he spoke in a much gentler voice than what Tar had gotten. "I know it wasn't your fault, nor can I blame you for not stopping him. Such is the place of the omega, you acted like one should." he stopped for a second and stroked the spot in my neck where the beta's fangs had torn off the fur. "He's not going to try again. Now, I have other things I need to do..." he turned away from me to walk towards the main camp.
The thoughts rushed through my head. Should I? Should I not? I'd have to decide on my future in the next few seconds. But Ashar was gone before I could say anything. My heart sunk, but I ran away too, snatching my torn loincloth from where it lay, leaving Tar coughing by the thorny bushes.
I never got to the camp before my desire grew overwhelming again, my erect cock making an obvious tent under the piece of cloth that was haphazardly draped over it again. I considered my options. I could either just keep away from the others until it had shrunk, or I could paw off to clear my mind. I knew what was going to rush through my mind when I came though, and I wanted to avoid further ingraining it. Getting away from Tar's influence had somehow eased the newly-formed submissiveness but it hadn't quenched my lust. I knew I shouldn't allow myself to feel pleasure thinking of him.
I jogged quite a way away from the camp, to the edge of a canyon. There I sat down by a large rock, largely surrounded by bushes. Everything was silent as I looked over the view, letting the untouched nature calm my mind as I tried to recollect my thoughts. After several minutes, I was still hard as rock, and my attention kept returning to my engorged member. So I grabbed it, telling myself I'd only paw for a while, just to relieve it a little. I wouldn't let myself orgasm... or maybe I would, just to get rid of this terrible clouding of my senses.
And I did. I propped myself against the rock, spread my legs to brace myself, letting my claws dig into the dirt, then tossed my loincloth aside and started rubbing myself. I yelped at the first contact like some pup, precum splattering onto the dusty ground. My whole body was shaking and I started humping into my clenched paw, passion completely overtaking me, thinking of so many things. In my mind Tar was taking me, riding me and claiming me for his little harem, marking me with his seed. But at the same time I imagined myself rejecting him, thrusting a knife into his chest and twisting it until he'd fall with a silent gurgle, ending his control of me. I imagined our alpha taking me too, me moaning and whimpering under him. I even fantasized about myself taking him, as mad as the thought was.
But it was the same image that had affected me so strongly in the first place that I came to, letting out a howl through the wastelands as I felt my wolfhood twitch and jerk, seed traveling through it and lancing out from the top in my spasms of pleasure, just as hard as you'd expect from a wolf. I rubbed myself, milking out my essence to the very tangible feeling of Tar taking me and his powerful maleness pushing into my bared rear. When my orgasm finally subsides, I thrust the thought aside, disgusted with myself.
The thought of the beta taking me still had an effect, but much less. I knew, though, that if I would see him again I couldn't resist him, and then I'd become his. I decided not to go back to the camp for a few days. I was born and shaped of the wilderness and could survive alone - and they were busy preparing for the festival - hah, they actually called it that - their mindless orgy of the heat period's ending.
I would bide my time.
Next chapter, this will tie things up. Not that there's much of a story, I mean - but there will be a lot of graphic, forced yiffing.