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You had the best job in the entire world, and nothing could ever convince you otherwise.
You took immense pride in your work and your heretofore spotless case record. Today would be no different, despite the large red stamp labeling this particular Omega as an ‘Extremely Sensitive Case’. As the senior-most practitioner in your pack, most of your patients these days were the more extraordinary ones; that suited you just fine. There was something exquisite about the short, brutally effective sessions you were known for with ‘standard’ patients (if there truly were any ‘standards’ in your line of work), but after a while the monotony began to wear and your mind began to itch with a creative urge.
And so the special cases suited you just fine indeed. Especially the type of patient you’d be working on today.
~An Aside~
Among Alphas and Omegas, the development of one’s sexual organs, and subsequent presentation, only occur once the body is otherwise fully developed and in its prime. One of the many adaptations for ensuring the highest possible survival rate and quality of life for future generations.
You counted yourself as among these adaptations as well. You are neither Alpha nor Omega, but the highly regarded third sex; Beta. It was your role societally, and your upmost pleasure personally, to bridge the gap between the other two- so to speak. Soothe the fight in the Alpha and the flight in the Omega. Begin negotiations when peace had been previously thought unattainable. And, your role; orchestrating the aftermath of presentations.
You adored your job. Your pack adored you. Your blood carbonated with the pleasure of such rightness.
~Fin~
Today’s special case.
Sex: Omega. Age: 32.
That told you about all you needed to know. Omegas presented later than Alphas and Betas on average, but 32 was a bit anomalous. If the poor creature’s body had suddenly decided it was ready to carry children, they could be wracked with a tidal-wave of feelings and hormones, previously unfelt. And they obviously must have some sort of schedule that this is disrupting.
Before their presentation, they would’ve been overlooked as juvenile or unhealthy (unfortunate stereotypes of the late and non presenting). That would be an important factor to keep in mind.
Your eyes read down the rest of the file, mind racing, forming a matrix of this Omega- of Vaughn’s life. You did your best to fill in the pieces- and there were a lot to fill in. Typically you received some note from the family about the situation and that was only if you weren’t already personally familiar with the family and case. Poor Vaughn, you’d never seen him before- probably a new pack addition, but also nothing personal in his file from anyone. When you had to make logical leaps like this you acknowledged you weren’t always correct, but it never hurt to go in confident with a new Omega.
That was your inner mantra as you opened the door to the room he had been staying in since being brought into your care.
“Vaughn?”
No response. You hesitated in the doorway for a moment.
“Vaughn I’m coming in.”
The room was dark- blackout curtains drawn, lights off.
Rather late in the day to be sleeping. Then again, presentation did take an extraordinary amount of energy. Benefit of the doubt, always.
He wasn’t sleeping, as it turned out. You found him perched on top of the desk, sitting in the dark, silently. He was scowling in the direction of the open door with its unwelcome light. He made a rather alarming sight. You took a few steps toward him to ask if he was feeling alright, but before you could get even a word out he barked “Stop.”
It caught you so off guard that you froze where you stood.
“Yeah. See? I was supposed to be a fucking Alpha. I know you’re here to stick your dick in whatever you fucking call this… *thing* that’s opened behind where my balls *should* be, but it’s a fucking mistake,” He growled. He sounded ferocious and entirely un-omegalike. Your cock began to swell. Today was going to be a fun day indeed.
You reassessed the situation rapidly. Sex was mutable- he could become an Alpha if he really wanted to. Though Alpha hormone therapy would’ve become available to him as an option when he failed to present by his mid-twenties. Clearly he had some affinity for tradition seeing as he waited to present without hormonal intervention. You suspected this was more of a tantrum over the shock of change and internalized shame than a genuine desire to become an Alpha.
“Right. Well, I’m not discussing anything with you in the dark like this.”
Casually, you turned around and flipped the switch on the wall, ignoring his growls of protest. You couldn’t help but smirk a little when you turned back to face him. His eyes obviously fixed on your cock continuing to harden in your pants for a moment before he met your eyes again. Not to mention that in the light like this you could see how, from his seated position on the desk, he was subtly, gently, rocking his new cunt against his own shin below him. Trying to get some of the friction he was apparently deeply craving. Alpha indeed. You loved proving yourself right.
“An Alpha. And it didn’t surprise you or inspire you to act at all when you passed the age of 25 without presenting?”
His scowl deepened but he looked away. Alpha indeed. “I knew it would happen eventually, I didn’t need pills and doctors ‘fixing’ me when I’m not broken.”
“I can appreciate that. It shows self awareness and self respect. Of course now we’ve arrived at the day where your natural presentation has occurred- congratulations by the way- but instead of continuing your self righteous adherence to the ‘natural process’ of it all, and greeting me as a mature young Omega ready to embrace his sexuality you sit here scowling at me as if I personally orchestrated this just to upset your life. I didn’t.” Your arms were crossed. He might have looked away but you stared at him unflinchingly. When you tapped into the full essence of your Betahood you were quite a commanding presence. “And because it is not only my duty, but my honest pleasure to help you, I’ll give you two options.”
You approached him once more. He didn’t protest this time. His breath was bated, obviously waiting to hear the options you’d present. Alpha indeed. You put a hand on his shoulder and traced absent patterns on his back.
“Option one, I do to you what I’ve done to dozens of previous omegas to show them how pleasurable their new cunt can be, and if by the time we’re finished you still feel you’d be better suited to Alphahood, we start you on a hormone treatment and try again.”
Your hand slid down to his waist.
“Or, you’ll realize- most likely while I’m giving you a taste of how Alphas will one day worship your pussy- you’re perfectly suited to being an Omega, and whatever unfortunate hang ups you’re currently laboring under were simply the prejudices of someone who had yet to experience the true joys of Omegahood.”
You squeezed him gently, shifting him off of his knees. You were very patient but quite insistent as you manhandled him into a sitting position on his bottom with his legs out in front of him.
“However, both options begin with giving some attention to that lovely new pussy of yours. You waited to see what nature would provide you and this is what it’s provided. There’s no sense in denying a trial of what is right here in front of us. Isn’t that right?”
His face was red, but he didn’t interrupt or object to the repositioning. He neglected to answer you. You weren’t going to let him get away with that. You took a fistful of his hair and tugged upward. Not too rough, but surprising and insistent. He let out an involuntary moan.
“Isn’t that right, Vaughn?” Suddenly he was very cooperative, nodding over enthusiastically. “Right. There we are. Does it make your new pussy wet when I do things like that? Stroke it with two fingers; check for me darling.”
He could’ve spit in your face, punched you, ran out of the room yelling for your dismissal. Instead he dropped into obedience like a rock. You had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. It was endearing really. He didn’t really need to check himself. Betas didn’t produce a unique scent, but they had noses as good as the best of them. He’d been slick since you touched his shoulder, but you appreciated how eager he was to follow your commands. Alphas would eat him up.
He swiped two fingers through his folds slowly, dipping the tips in, exploring his new anatomy. You brought a hand down to pull his dressing gown up and join him. Slowly the two of you pet over his soft little mound until there was no denying how slick he was. He gasped softly every time your fingers lingered over his entrance, threatening to dip in. Amusing. You were eager to draw more sounds out of him.
“Put your hands flat on the desk next to you. I’m going to begin preparing you to take your first cock.”
The sound he made was as if he had been punched in the gut. He shifted, opening his legs wider, placing his hands on the desk. He was a picture of invitation.
You stroked yourself over your pants to the sight as you got on your knees. Your face was level with his tight little cunt. This part was always slow, but you relished it like all the rest.
First you traced along his lips. The place he had opened. Something about the idea had always fascinated you- probably beyond what was acceptable. You had an appreciation for Alphas, of course, and tending to their lengthening cocks and swelling balls. But Omegas- their bodies blossoming, opening to accommodate their pack mates and carry life within them… You were rock hard in your trousers.
You got your pointer finger suitably wet with his slick, and inserted it slowly. He sighed and slumped over a little.
“Perfect boy. Relax and enjoy this Vaughn. I’ll take wonderful care of you, Omega.”
You fucked the first finger in and out of him very slowly. You took your time to feel your way around his new anatomy. Every spot that made him clench up, gasp, slick, and curse, you made a note of, and abused thoroughly before slipping another finger inside.
Once two fit comfortably, you began to suck his chubby little clit. You could see where the seeds of hope for presenting as an Alpha might have been planted. As far as Omegas went he was rather well endowed. Now it’s only purpose was getting played with by Alphas and Betas. In your opinion that suited it better than any other fate. It was a perfect little mouthful for you. And that’s to say nothing of the way it made Vaughn sob and beg to be fucked when you started sucking on it in earnest. That, combined with your fingers, had him shuddering and cumming over your face in no time. Too easy. He tried to sit back to catch his breath- however, being a trained professional you knew that the best time to stretch an omegas pussy was right after cumming. So, without warning, you slipped another finger inside.
He clenched up reflexively, not expecting more so soon. You remained unyielding as you pet him inside. Eventually he had no choice but to relax and accept the intrusion. You only briefly halted your tongue on his clit to praise him when you finally felt him submit to your fingers; it nearly made him cry. He hadn’t stopped pleading with you to fuck him since you’d taken him into your mouth. You admired his tenacity, but he was going to learn to respect your timeline. So you let him babble on semi-coherently until he had cum once more, riding three of your fingers.
You pulled away. Your fingers left him slowly and spread him wide. You peered into his hole, checking for any scratches or bruises you may have caused. And because in your experience, Omegas liked to have their pussies admired- though they all seemed to act bashful about it.
Vaughn was no different. Despite his initial protests he was proving to be a textbook Omega. Your inspection of his cunt made him whine and open his legs to you further. An overload of new hormones were coursing through him, demanding a cock to stretch his well prepared hole. You were more than happy to oblige.
With one last kiss to his clit, you stood and positioned yourself to fuck this stunning Omega for the first time. God you loved your job.
You fished your cock out of your pants. Being a beta you certainly weren’t as well endowed as your average Alpha, but that was partially the point. Omegas, perfect as they were, simply couldn’t withstand an Alpha’s girth, let alone their knot, without ample preparation. That’s where Betas came in. Their long thin cocks were a perfect stepping stone for new Omegas. And it meant you had a virtually never ending supply of vice tight Omega pussy to play with and stretch out. If you hadn’t presented as a Beta you’re sure you would’ve become one as soon as the option presented itself.
Cock in hand, you lined up your head with his hole, and began guiding yourself in gently. Once fully inside him you just held yourself there. You were in no rush to begin fucking him. It was pleasant to stand there, to feel him relax and contract his muscles involuntarily, as his pussy struggled to accommodated you. It always made you feel powerful to lead someone to the undeniable truth that they were really an Omega and that it felt absolutely incredible to have their pristine little cunt stuffed full.
Watching that realization cross over someone’s face never got old, and Vaughn was certainly no different. On your first slow thrust he moaned like you were killing him. It made you smile.
“That good, hm love? See? Being an Omega isn’t so bad. I know many people don’t believe how enjoyable it is get fucked. But you were built for this. It feels freeing and natural, doesn’t it?”
You allow him to neglect responding. Your own words turned you on and by the time you were done speaking you were thrusting into him with earnest, chasing your orgasm. He was focusing on enjoying taking your cock, which was his most important job anyways.
Over the next month you’d teach him to love taking cock. To crave it. You’d help him understand that his needs were not only real, but perfectly natural, and *right* for an Omega. Once you deemed him ready you’d even assist in finding him the right Alpha to sire his first pup. If you were really lucky he’d get particularly attached and request your presence at his first true breeding.
But all that lay ahead. You snapped your hips into him to bring yourself back to the present. Back to the gorgeous Omega in front of you swallowing your cock so hungrily.
You had the best job in the entire world, and nothing could ever convince you otherwise.