Fucked Society

Heat Inducers

Dream and George trotted up to the home. It was like a small hut, just large enough that two wolves could fit in. "I made my hut larger for more space but we can extend it more," George murmured.

George slumped down onto a small nest of leaves. Dream crawled next to him.

"What's it like being an omega?" Dream asked rather impulsively. He was looking for an outlet to talk to the omega.

"I don't know, I guess. I wish I was an alpha."

Dream's eyes widened, "why is that?"

George rolled his eyes, "being an omega sucks, heats, slick, avoiding alphas."

Dream flinched.

"No, not you idiot," George laughed.

"Why do you try to avoid most of us then?" Dream asked.

George hesitated, "there's alphas who see omegas as nothing more than pup bearers, plus, you guys all stink. I guess being an omega isn't so bad after all. But it would be nice to be more than something an alpha wants to breed with."

"George," Dream purred, "you're more than that. All omegas are."

"Not if we're forced here in the forest to breed and-"

"So are alphas."

George paused, of course he hadn't thought about that. He thought about Dream. If Dream was at least about as good as an alpha could get, shouldn't there be more alphas like him. More alphas that saw themselves equal to other ranks? George was certainly the pinpoint of many perverts. He was a male omega. He was rare. His train of thought seemed to go in circles. But finally it was starting to lead somewhere new. Even if he would only get this time to think, it was relieving for him to even have time. George felt lucky, he had Dream. Alphas didn't deserve this either. Nor did betas. And certainly no one should have to be forced to mate.

Such simple feelings, George thought. The same thoughts of the day he first arrived in the forest. And now, there was a new fire burning in them. The desperation to get out of this place. To be free from injustice.

"Are you okay?" Dream mumbled, watching the flames light up George's eyes.

"Dream," George muttered.

"Yes George?" Dream asked, alerted.

"I want to get out of here Dream. Like right now."

Dream sighed, "I wish I could tell you we could, but we can't George."

George cried, "please, I want to figure out some way."

"George, I don't know what to tell you."

"Please, please Dream, please..."

What sounded like a small explosion shook the hut from outside. A smell was arising, two smells. One hazy and sweet, the other fierce and spicy. George lifted his snout up to detect what exactly was in the smell.

As soon as a whiff caught in his nose, he gasped, angry knots forming in his stomach. "Dream, those are, heat and rut inducers. Someone must be releasing them through this part of the forest."

Was it too late? Dream's bright green eyes were darkening, "George." His voice was rougher, lower, a far more ravenous and aggressive undertone.

"Dream, please don't mate me, I know you can't control it but please!"

Dream's eyes lit up for a second, "I'm so sorry, I don't know what got in my head! There's heat and rut inducers. We might end up mating if we don't stay away from each other."

And Dream could still keep good control, George thought.

"Dream, please, don't leave me," George whined.

"You're starting to sound like you're in heat, George."

George let out an accidental moan, "why do you say that?"

"See? You literally just moaned-"

Dream was trying his best to keep control of himself. He already promised nothing more than a platonic relationship with George. He promised nothing more.

So no mating.

Absolutely no mating

George doesn't want this. Dream doesn't want this. They did not want each other.

This was just a stupid thing forced by the government, they don't have feelings for one another.

They can't have these feelings towards each other.

George wouldn't agree to this.

But they were alpha and omega right?

What if their beliefs were wrong? Alphas were meant to find an omega, and the omega was only meant to help breed with the alpha?

But no, Dream loves George.

He loves George?

As friends? As lovers? As mates?

No, no, he can't be thinking about each other like that.

It's not that deep.

George moaned again,

"Dream, mate me, fuck me, knot me, breed me!"