Venom Omega

Chapter Three ~ First Meetings Of The Alien Kind

"Ah, Primrose! Do you want to go to the park today?" The sound from the kitchen echoed out, a soft call and beckoning from the one you called your 'mother'.  Although you dreaded the nickname primrose, it came from the scent you so omitted. It was the scent you chose after learning about 'scent glands' the obligatory term for parts of this worlds human body to attract mates or to convey what you were feeling. You had the idea that back in the day this was used to warn off predators but you had left it up to your imagination. It could be said that the nickname was pretty, but you decided to hate it. You were a predator, a vicious beast stuck in the body of a child, you couldn't be described with that fragile of a name. A tick mark formed as you decorated your face with a fake million-dollar smile, putting down the children's toys back into the pile that you had neatly organized. Parts of you would try to forget the vivid memories of being a baby, but you'd knew you would never the chance. Welcoming an opportunity to be carried down the hall, you were amazed to find the state of your room once more.

The only thing you could describe the room they had given you was four letters, pink. It looked like the spawn of an unholy glitter fairy barfed up the contents of cupcakes all over your room. Yes, this was your room. The bright white cradle was the only thing that was another color, leaning against the back corner as if to trap you in this chamber all night. Setting you down in this suitable prison was no easy feat, latching onto this woman every chance you had.

"Oh deary me! Primrose, I have to get the diaper bag ready! We can't leave without it!" Christina cooed, fluttering her eyelashes like what your doing was the funniest thing in the world. As if you were purposely to the attached the woman it seemed like you reluctantly let go, willing to put up with your cage if it meant getting through this torment faster. It left this time to think about what was happening once more, stuck in this world with a vague idea of what to do.

It seemed like this world was even weirder than you ultimately thought, leaving you with only futile hints of your old home. This world had many things that related them to the animal kingdom, like Alpha's, betas and omega's. You were partly confused on this hierarchy of seemingly wolves, and the weird situations they would seemingly get into. Like heats or ruts. You could feel the mental strain of this secondary gender test like a college graduate, deciding the path you would take in this so-called 'world's. You could transform into an omega and become a famous singer to be invited to high-class parties to get valuable intel, or become an alpha so you'd be restrained in your house while being a so-called 'hero'.

Like your predecessor, you didn't find comfort in that silly title. Sure, you did heroic things but... you liked the little spark of terror that shone in people's eyes when they saw you. Maybe it left you alone and feeling like the world was on your back, but it was a small price to pay to feel free.

"C' mere sweetheart! Let's get you changed and ready" Christina muttered,  picking up your smaller body and stuffing you into her dainty arms. Honestly, you didn't know how she carried your body with relative ease. You were certainly getting chubbier with all of those 'special' baby bottles that curved your needs, and no strenuous work out sessions.

"Ah! I forgot! Your body doesn't extrude waste! What do you even need a diaper for?!" The woman giggled as you reminisced the process of how the scientists changed you into this being. A small memory reminisced on how they first  Rerouted your system so that every single molecule from food would turn into energy. The much-needed energy from wild prey.

"Perhaps I should dress you up in frilly pink underwear instead!" Uh uh,  you politely refused this offer, visibly showing your dissatisfaction.

"How about blue? I know Joseph says that you're not going to be an omega, but I hope you are! It's not that hard to imagine me teaching you how to nest, the right kind of alpha to look for, and complaining to me about rude alpha's! Oh, in a family full of alpha's, it sure gets lonely" Your mother purred her deepest feelings out towards you, even your learning empathy state could Sympathize with her. Would it be that bad to be an omega? You could show second gender superiority your fist up its butt.