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Sonic The Hedgehog x BBNO$ x Christian Grey x Jack Black
I return home after a long day of doing whatever Rich Philantrophist CEO CFO Billionaire Sugar Daddys do, and I am ready to give my needy, wnatong omegas a loving spanking wanking session,However, just as I pull up to the cave that we call home, purposefully hidden away from the public’s eye, as I cannot afford any bestiality charges for being with Sonic The Hedgehog. As I park my beautiful Rostefella (my 1982 Ford Ranger), the scent hits me like a freight train—pheromones thick in the air, potent, undeniable. I hear odd sounds coming from the entrance, low growls and breathless moans. As I come closer, I REALIZE.
It’s Sonic and ex-President Donald Trump going at it.
My OMEGA. MY SONICY WONICY. Betraying me like this? The knot in my chest tightens—no, surely this hasn’t been happening behind my back all along? How many heats? How many ruts? How many secret mating rituals have I been blind to?
I feel heartbroken, betrayed, utterly Omega-coded, depsite being a nonchalnant Alpha My scent must reek of despair—sweet, cloying, desperate. But before I can get a word in, I hear Sonic say
"Woah Alpha Sigma Zaddy Trump, your shriveled and wrinkly carrot stick is so much better than Rich Philantropist CEO CFO Billionaire Sugar Daddy Christain Gray, I lov-" he cuts off with a scream as Trump releases his pumpkin cream cheese all in his Level 100 Ohio Gyatt, and barely locking him in with his miniscule knot, and as I stand there staring at the two of them laying there panting after their strenious excersise.
I hear a stifled sob—Bibbinos is trembling, Jack Black looks on in utter horror, my Omegas, oh no my poor sweet Omegas, how could I think of doing that in front of them, they are so fragile and vunerable right now, and as the horror stricken and grief filled scent reveals they both are just as, or even more as upset with the chetaing lying scum that is our (now) ex-Bonded Omega sighing happily in the arms of that rotten pumpkin. Rage claws at my chest, my vision narrowing to a tunnel of pure fury induced Alpha Rut. My body moves before my brain can catch up, ready to launch myself straight into the necks of those lying chetaing pieces of garbage, lower than the worst scum on this earth. But then—arms, warmth, safety. Bibbinos and Jack Black pull me into their embrace, their pheromones thick with maternal reassurance. Sweet, sweet hormonal therapy. My breath steadies, my heart slows, my raging instincts re-align.
For now.
But the betrayal lingers, a bitter taste that refuses to fade. My mind races, replaying every moment, every lie, every stolen glance that led to this. Bibbinos whispers soothing words, his melodic voice a balm against the storm raging inside me. Jack Black tightens his hold, their strong meaty presence grounding me, reminding me that we are not alone, we have each other to get through this. That rotten pumpkin smirks at me, a smirk so smug it knows what cruel actions it has commited today, that stupid smirk, he DARES TO SMILE AS HE TEARS OUR CARFEULLY FORGED PACK APART, the small tiwnkle in his eye, as if he won some twisted prize, well I am happy that he took Sonic away from us, because now he's revealed his true character, and our ex-Bonded Omega leans closer to the orange, u caring for the pain he's caused.
TIME SKIP
Whilst we tried to find comfort through our grief, the betrayal of Sonic broke our relationship, and we could no longer function nor move forward in our relationship. BBNO$ began to withdraw into himself, barely eating and barely speaking, and Jacky Wacky began to put on even more weight. I have always loved his soft, cuddly, meaty side, but this, however, is too much. Before, he looked like a bear, but now he is giving Fat Albert, and honestly, I cannot handle that!
I bring it up to them that we break it off. I brace myself for an explosion of anger and denial. However, instead of the outburst I was expecting, I am met with sad and resigned looks.
I guess we all knew it was coming.
A bonding mark is not easy to get rid of; however, I have been feeling it crumble over the last couple of months, but now I feel as it shatters, any last rmeinaing reminants are gone, and I am filled with a hollow feeling in my heart
TIME SKIP
I cannot believe it’s only been three years since The Betrayal, and yet we've all moved on with our lives. We still keep up semi-regular contact with one another, though that has slowly been fading over the last couple of months as we try to forget the past and focus on our current lives and goals.
BBNO$ has recently met another Omega, which was a shock—I mean, none of us even suspected he was gay! But we are both happy for him, happy that he was the first to move on. TThey are already expecting their first litter of pups, who are going to be born after their bonding ceremony in five days.
As for Jacky Blacky, he’s found himself a mate in the rugged mystery Alpha Jason Momoa, whom he met after sharing a surprisingly tense and pheromone-charged elytra ride. Omega Jack has lost all the weight he put on during the stress of the Bond Break; however, the damage done to his once fertile body is irreparable, for he is no longer able to bear pups—a fact that broke his heart once he found out. I can only be glad that Jason Momoa supported him through those times, offering unwavering Alpha strength and comfort.
Well, and as for me, rich philanthropist CEO CFO Billionaire ex-Sugar Daddy Christian Grey, I've found no one to settle down with. I had a short fling with a young girl, Anastasia Steele; however, I craved something deeper, something primal, something that could truly bond with my Alpha soul.
TIME SKIP
"BBNO$'s wedding is beautiful," I think as I stand here, waiting for him to waddle down the aisle, standing beside Yung Gravy’s side. The groom’s face is lit up with joy, practically glowing with nesting pheromones, and the march begins to play.
All eyes shift to the start of the carpet, where Bibinnos’ absurdly pregnant belly peeks through, rounder than the full moon on a heat-triggered night. And we keep waiting—waiting—until finally, the rest of Bibinnos emerges, his territory-claiming baby bump devouring half the carpet, its sheer size practically an act of dominance.
I don’t think I have ever been happier, until my eyes lay upon the prettiest woman I have ever seen, who is chaperoning the bride down the aisle—well, until I take a closer look and realize that he is indeed a man. My heart begins to flutter, before almost beating out of my chest when my eyes lock with his stunning green-blue eyes. And as he nervously tucks a lock of his shoulder-length brown hair behind his ear, I realize what has just happened.
I found my swolemate—who just happened to be my ex-Bonded Omega’s father, the reclusive Omega, Mangus Gang Bangus Uckertay.