Fucked Society

George's first day

George blinked and rubbed his eyes as he just woke up from a slightly unsettling dream. But that was the least of his worries. He was going to the forest. Today. He walked out of the hotel room he had been staying in uneasily. A week after his eighteenth birthday, he received a letter telling him the address of the hotel he had to stay in. This was the hotel where people who had just turned eighteen would stay in. This hotel was super close to the forest, so it was the best place.

George was an Omega, and what everyone proclaimed, quite a pretty one too. He was lean but strong, his eyes gleaming with stars in them. Beautiful dark brown locks the color of extremely dark espresso. A scent like no other, the smell of vanilla ice cream. Sweet vanilla smell, but cold presence. George often played hard to get.

He would always be the one every alpha wanted. George however, wanted no mate. He hated the new law. As if omegas weren't already treated like nothing but child bearers.

George sighed as he walked out. He could already feel people gazing at him. Middle aged and old men. Pervert, George thought when he glanced at an old male alpha who winked at him. The brunette had caught that one and a few others staring hungrily at him. They were all clearly mated too already if they were working here.

The brunette walked downstairs to a special hall that he had been instructed to go to earlier. George knew he would eventually be mated. Some people even advised him to check out Tinder before he turned eighteen. But he just didn't want to be mated. How hard was it for people to understand? Okay, maybe George didn't want to be unmated forever, but he wanted to at least wait a while. At least be able to actually live outside of a dumb forest. And it wasn't his fault decent alphas too were harder to come by than ever. Every alpha George has seen was an alpha who looked at him hungrily. No alpha wanted to be with George for the person he was. It was only because George had a nice muscular hourglass body and a pretty face. It was only because he would be a pretty and strong pup bearer.

George walked to a big line where the omegas were. In front of them was a huge door. George shuddered, this was the door to the forest. As if he wasn't already queasy enough.

"Listen up omegas," an alpha barked.

George quickly looked up. The alpha was rather small for an alpha, but he did smell like one, and the brunette could see some naturally buff muscles formed on his arms. George rolled his eyes? It was a silly thing to get annoyed about in the morning, but why did alphas get the advantage of being strong and condescending while everyone else suffered?

"I said listen up, omega," the alpha spat, walking closer to him.

George saw the alpha in detail. The alpha had a long scar down the left hand side of his face. He was wearing a blue beanie and a dark blue Adidas jacket.

"And it's not like I wasn't," George mumbled.

"Silence omega! Don't you dare try to interrupt part of the government," the alpha demanded.

Getting angry, George stood up straight from his slouch. He was slightly bewildered to see he was taller than the alpha, who had been standing straight the whole time. How embarrassing, George thought, for an alpha to be shorter than an omega.

"Alright anyways, you may already know what you're here for and what's going to happen. But if you don't, put it simply, you are here so you can be mated. You were all born to do this, and you will all die at some point having done this. We'll be giving you these collars. They will tell us when you have mated. And we can use it to track you," said the alpha, getting irritated.

George rolled his eyes, in disbelief how stupid this was. He'd always known about it but it seemed even more dumb now that he was actually in the situation. He needed to get out of this.

"Now," the alpha began catching onto George's thoughts, "I know what some of you may be thinking. The forest has a gate surrounding its perimeter. If you try to escape, both the collar and the gate will zap you. So no escaping, got it?"

All the other omegas nodded feverishly, George stayed still.

"Lastly, follow your instincts. Your inner wolf will want to breed eventually," the alpha said, looking smugly at George, "That goes to all of you. And if you need another push, there will be heat and rut inducers."

George gasped shocked. How could the government unban inducers? Nothing he had ever read told him about this.

"Alright everyone, let's go outside and get to the bus, I'll drive you to the forest," said the alpha.

The bus drive seemed to last forever. George gazed at the trees and cities outside, feeling his freedom slip away every minute. George wanted freedom, but he certainly didn't want to be mated. The bus halted, the omega assumed they had gotten to the forest. The next few moments felt like a blur. Getting off the bus, walking to the huge entrance, listening for more instructions. And finally, George got the collar.

"Here you go, keep it on nice and tight, and you can't take this off yourself until after you mate and we take it off," the same alpha from before stated.

George hesitantly took the collar. He laced it around his neck and carefully locked the straps and buckle. He did this slowly, as if when no one was looking, he could just quickly toss it away and run. But the alpha's harsh gaze was on George. The brunette could tell from the alpha's eyes that he was telling him to hurry up.

Finally, the collar fit on. George gasped as he felt his form changing before his eyes. It was so painful when he wasn't in control of the transformation. The collar forced fur to grow and his legs to shorten as well as his snout to go out. Soon, his wolf got large enough, it grew out of clothes. George was grateful that he was a lean and slim wolf. He could already feel the seams popping. He didn't need his entire outfit to rip off.

The alpha saw George and grabbed George's clothes, "dude, there's a room to take your clothes off before putting on the collar you know."

George gave a soft glare to the alpha who had been rude to him the whole time before trotting off to the entrance with the other omegas. The alpha gave them last words of advice, and then a huge horn blew. George sprinted sluggishly into the forest. Now was the beginning of this hunger game. The first strongest desire came in his mind. Never be mated.