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“You like that?” No, not really.
The alpha’s cock pistons in and out of him, too big with not enough stretch. Quackity didn’t think it could hurt anymore, not after day after day of this same treatment.
They seem determined to break him down even more, take what little he has left and shatter it. He’s blindfolded, arms and wings tied tightly behind his back as if he’d ever think of running. There would be nowhere for him to go.
“Gonna pup you up, pretty bird, you’ll bear my fucking lambs and I won’t let you stop, I’ll keep you bred and full for as long as you live.” It’s the same thing he’s heard a hundred times. The alphas they bring in, they’re all the same. They use him, they take what he doesn’t want to give, and leave when they decide that he isn’t worth the money.
“I’m gonna buy you, bitch. Make you my pretty little breeder. You want that, baby?”
“Yes, alpha..” He chirps out, feeling the man unload inside of him, filling up his cunt with hot cum. He feels sharp teeth on his neck, biting just close enough to his scent gland to make him nervous. This man wouldn’t claim him, Quackity knew that wasn’t allowed. He knew that they were watching, trying to keep their stock sellable. This was just a test run, a test to see if he lived up to the standards of whoever wanted to try their luck.
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The alpha wasn’t kidding. He was going to buy him. Quackity can’t decide whether he’s relieved to leave or terrified. He didn’t want to be a breeder, he wanted to refuse to carry anyone’s pups. But omegas like Quackity didn’t get to refuse.
“Clean him up, make it quick.” The door to the shower room slams shut, the telltale click of locks a small comfort.
The omega who comes to clean him is new. An unfamiliar scent of the sea washes over his senses as gentle hands remove his blindfold. He knows that’s not allowed-
He panics, jerking in his bonds and letting out a frightened chirp as murky light washes over his senses.
“Put it back- put it back!” He cries out, closing his eyes tightly. They’re going to punish him, they’re going to-
“Okay, okay- hey-” Her voice is soft as she ties the blindfold back on, quietly shushing Quackity as tears start to drip into the fabric. Sea water and cotton candy washes over him, calming the panic down to a manageable amount. He’s able to remind himself to breathe, in through his nose and out through his mouth. Eventually, he’s calm, still shaking lightly as the other omega speaks.
“I have to touch you, I have to get you clean.. Is that okay?” Quackity nods on instinct, knowing he can’t refuse even if he wanted to. The cum has long dried on his thighs, crusting against his skin and making him feel itchy.
The water is cold, it always is. It shocks his skin as it pours over his body, Quackity having to stop himself from twitching away when the showerhead is used to clean off his sensitive thighs.
“Nice and clean..” The woman talks to him like a wild animal, like a ticking time bomb. Quackity stays silent, waiting for the eventual knock against the door to let them know Quackity is clean.
“You’re going to be okay..” The words don’t make sense to Quackity. Nothing was okay. Nothing was ever going to be okay. It was futile to think like that. He doesn’t say a word, bowing his head against his chest.
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He’s sitting on someone’s lap. The same alpha from before, with the heavy scent of whiskey and smoke filling his senses in a way that’s invasive, like the alpha is pushing out his scent to remind the world that he’s there.
“Gorgeous little thing.” The alpha croons, pushing rough fingers through Quackity’s hair. “And he doesn’t bite?”
“No, sir.” That’s a familiar voice. One of his handlers, a voice he’s been hearing for years. “They all know what happens if they try.”
Quackity can’t repress a shudder, hoping the alpha he’s resting on takes it as pleasured instead of scared.
He remembered what happens to omegas who bite. He remembers teeth scattered on the floor, Karl’s pained, mumbling cries and the smell of blood. He knows what happens to omegas who bite.
“Good. On your knees.” The command is directed at him with a small tug to his hair. Quackity obliges, just happy to be off this strange alphas lap, even if he knows what he has to do now. It’s a little difficult to get down on his knees with his arms tied behind his back, and his wings fit uncomfortably under the table.
“Good bird.” That same hand resumes petting through his hair as he’s guided to the head of a cock, taking it in his lips obediently. He sinks down as far as he can handle, letting out a startled chirp as the gentle hand in his hair turns rough, gripping the locks as he’s shoved further down.
“That’s it, that’s it.. Fucking take it.” The alpha growls, holding him down as Quackity gags around the length, foaming spit bubbling around his lips and coming out through his nose.
“Fuck that feels good.” He feels the alpha’s legs close around his shoulders, trapping him with a mouth and throat full of cock. It hurts, he can’t breathe, he’s going to throw up and then he’ll be sent back to the cages-
“Take it, birdy.” The alpha mumbles, his grip still rough in Quackity’s hair as he ignores any signs of struggling.
Quackity starts to drift, his lungs aching as the lack of oxygen starts to get to him. His jaw aches, his throat burns, the alpha is just too fucking big.
“Don’t you train this shit out?”
“We’ve tried, sir. It won’t work no matter what we do.”
“Pity. I’ll fuck it out of him eventually.” Quackity is relieved when he’s slowly dragged off the man’s cock, taking in rasping gasps for air.
He’s shoved back down, mouth open in a desperate attempt to draw in breath. The alpha’s cock fucks into his throat, his head slowly being dragged up and down as Quackity tries to breathe in through his nose, all his bodily systems firing in panic.
He’s far too good at keeping himself normal, useful. His body does nothing but shake, he breathes as normally as he can with a huge cock down his throat.
“Easy fucking whore, take it.” The alpha above him purrs, and Quackity starts to feel the edges of a growing knot when he’s pushed all the way down. “Gonna knot your pretty throat, birdy.” That builds the panic to a peak, Quackity struggling not to bite as he twists, tried to pry his hair out of the alpha’s grip.
“No, no no sweetheart, fucking take it.” It’s not a request, but Quackity can’t help but squirm. He’s going to get in trouble, but he’s sure he’s going to choke to death if this alpha tries to knot his mouth. He already can’t breathe, his throat is closing up, he can’t.
Quackity is panicking, his head too lost in the throes of fear to hear whatever vile words the alpha is spitting at him as he’s ripped off the man’s cock and tossed against the floor.
A sound he’s not familiar with shocks him to his core. A loud boom, loud enough that his ears ring in the aftermath.
His breathing picks up, a startled cry leaving his lips as someone steps on him. There’s footsteps everywhere, people running and screaming as more of the explosive sounds echo around him. It all feels like a dream, his head swimming in panic hard enough that he can’t focus on anything else but his own harsh, fast breathing.
“Hey, hey-” A voice cuts through the panic, along with the scent of the sea. It’s the omega from earlier, pulling him up to a sitting position.
“Listen to me, you’re okay.” He’s not, he’s really fucking not okay. But the words help to cut through the overwhelming feeling of pure fear he’s experiencing.
“Listen to me, okay? Four things you can feel.” Her voice is calming, the scent of the sea and cotton candy filling him again. She’s using her scent to calm him down, and it’s working, enough that he can start to register that she might be talking to him.
“Floor..” His voice is raspy, well fucked. Quackity can’t see her face but he knows she’s disgusted by him, by the sound. He was just doing his job, what he’s good at- he’s nothing but a fucktoy, a pretty omega breeder-
“Three more things.” She cuts through his thoughts again.
“Y-You.. Blindfold.. Table..” He has to really think about it, understand the sensations. Quackity realizes they’re both huddled under the table, the alpha nowhere nearby. Or at least.. Quackity can’t smell him.
“Three things you can hear?” He can’t hear anything, come to think of it. The screams and frantic footsteps, the booms he was hearing. Everything was gone, and for once the rooms were silent.
“Me..you..” He draws a blank then, worrying that he’s not performing the test right. Was she going to be angry with him? Hit him? It’s what he deserved.
“Good, good..” Her voice is soothing, quiet and careful in a way Quackity isn’t used to. “You’re doing so good, we’re almost done. Two things you can smell, now.”
Quackity takes a deep breath in through his nose, taking in the other omega’s scent and a type of acrid smoke he can’t describe.
“The.. the ocean. Cotton candy…”
“You’ve got one more. I just need one thing you can taste.”
Quackity licks his lips, mouth dry. He cringes at the taste inside his mouth.
“Salt.” Definitely one word for it.
“How do you feel?”
Calm, for one thing. He sighed in relief, body starting to shake as he leaned into the other omega, inhaling that scent of cotton candy and the ocean.
She’s wearing clothes, he’s pressed tightly against the soft fabric of what must be a shirt. Omegas weren’t supposed to wear clothes, she was going to get in trouble.
Where were the handlers?
Was she going to take him back to the cages?
“Are you done?” A new voice hits his ears and Quackity tenses. But it’s not a handler, and it’s not the alpha who wanted to buy him, either.
“It would’ve been easier without you breathing down my neck.” The omega holding him mutters, the rustling of fabric following the feeling of something soft wrapping itself around his shoulders. “You’re safe now, okay? You’re safe.”
And for the first time in a long time, he feels safe. Well.. no, not safe. But cared for. She was there, she was going to take care of him, at least until the handlers came back.
The blanket he’s draped in is warm, heavy. It feels like it’s weighted, pushing him down.
The sound of footsteps makes Quackity squirm tighter into the other omega, not wanting to be taken away from the comfort so soon.
“He’s so thin..” A voice, british. The omega holding him lets out a soft hiss. If only Quackity knew what he looked like. “Can we just get on with this already? We’re not safe here- he’s not safe here.”
“Will you just be quiet?” The omega snaps, petting gently through Quackity’s hair. He shakes from her tone, head bowing to rest in the crook of her arm. She’s not angry at him, she’s not angry at him.
“Come on, love..” She starts to pull away and Quackity whines, chasing the warmth of her body and the secure arms pulling themselves away.
“Hey, hey, I’m right here. I’m just getting up. Let’s get up, come on.” She speaks to Quackity like a child, keeping her hands on his arms as they both crawl out from under the table and get to their feet.
She’s shorter than him, if only by a little, Quackity notices when they’re standing. He’s pressed so close to her side it’s impossible not to notice the tickle of hair against his cheek.
“I’m sorry.” He’s going to ask what she means when something sharp pricks his neck and the world goes dark.