(Warning cringey content: sexual references)

Master stirring beside me wakes me up.

“I’ll be back soon,” my Master murmurs, kissing me on the forehead, I moan something unintelligible and snuggle deeper into the bed. Falling back asleep after the door clicks softly. When I open my eyes again it all hits me at once. I bury my face in the pillow blushing with embarrassment and squealing softly with ecstasy and joy.

Then I gasp, “I had sex, like really, really, had sex.” ‘Wait, don’t they say that after you get railed…’ I move my leg experimentally then yelp as intense pain burns in my nether region. ‘I can’t move.’ The pain fades immediately so I just close my eyes, relaxing. I wait for my Masters return. The door opens and I flinch awake. My Master comes in backwards. Confused, I sit up on my elbow and hug the pillow to my chest. He turns and he has breakfast. My stomach grumbles happily.

“Hey baby.” Master says.

I shiver happily and ears lowering backwards croak, “Hey.” Drunk with happiness.

“Are you sore?” He asks sitting on the bed, putting the food and a cup on the nightstand. I giggle nervously as he kisses me.

“Y, yes.”

“I’ll put something on it,” he growls hugging me. I snuggle him for a little, heart fluttering, before feeling another twinge of pain. “I’ll go get it.” Master gives me one last tight squeeze then goes to his bedroom bathroom.

When he comes back with a small container I ask, “Is it gonna go?”

“Right where it hurts.” He says with a smirk. He lifts the blanket and I curl up a little, gasping when it hurts. “You were so shameless yesterday.” He chuckles and putting some medicine on his finger lifts my tail. I gasp clutching the pillow to my chest. “What’s wrong?” Master asks, still spreading it.

“Embarrassing.” I mumble into the pillow. I gasp letting out a little squeak and bury my face deeper.

“I’m done, I’m done!” He growls amused. “You should be able to get up now.” I sit up tenderly but I don’t feel any pain at all. Master hands me the cup and then snuggles into bed with me. I’m in ecstasy. I kiss his chest not used to seeing him in so little clothing. He insists on babying me, feeding and snuggling, he says, “Let me know if you feel any pain. I’ll have to reapply until you’re healed.”

“Mm.” I nod. Putting my head underneath his chin I run my face all along his.

“This is worth all the stress.” Master says suddenly. With a long sigh he lays down, arm circling my waist. “I haven’t had a day off in a long time.” He kisses my sides and breathes a long relaxing breath out of his nose. “You finally submitted.” He murmurs.

“Submitting is mating?” I ask, sliding down to snuggle with him. He pulls me closer and passionately snuggles me for a moment.

“In a way but it's also an emotionally submissive thing.” He pauses and then adds, “Also different in context, an Omega submitting is a different word than say a colleague submitting.” I hear a slight difference in his growling. He licks me a few times and I lick his nose. He rumbles happily.

“You know, it’s not that hard to learn more about me,” I say thinking about the trainer, “Or my kind, we just have to talk.” The look of amusement on my Master’s face baffles me for a moment, he rolls over so he’s on top of me.

“And I could have just asked you anything when you were having that melt-down and you would have told me?”

“Yes.” I say firmly, looking him in the eye. “Because I…” I look down clutching his soft chest fur. “The reason I was so upset was because I thought he was dead for real.”

“Yeah that much was obvious.” Master responds snarkily. I give him a little annoyed push.

“But I didn’t know that you could bring people back from the brink of death. Or change people into your own species. Do you do that with everyone?”

My Master brushes the fur out of my eyes. “Only to the best Omegas and those that make good soldiers.”

“Soldiers, that’s right, you said we were in the middle of a war. What’s the war over?” He takes a deep breath seeming to enjoy the smell of my fur. I wait with large eyes.

“You.”

“What?” I blink surprised. “The war is because of me?”

My Master chuckles, “Not you specifically, but yes omegas, you make our kind stronger.”

“So, it’s to...kidnap Omegas?” I ask softly. The tone and whimper of my voice alerts my Master that this bothered me.

“Oh Syl.” He worries, stroking and comforting, “Aren’t you happier now?” I don’t even need to think about it, I nod. “Sometimes alien species give us the Omegas, sometimes they fight us, but they almost always treat your kind badly.” He gives me such a soft pitying look that I whimper and bury my face in his fur. ‘Oh gosh, don't make me cry.’ “How did you survive for so long?” My Master asks me suddenly.

“Mmm?” I ask.

“Not trying to be cruel” he says slowly, trying to plan out his words, “but you are weak, how did you handle the brutality for so long?” I think about it sticking my leg in between my Master’s to get more comfortable. He starts but when I don’t move my leg any further he relaxes, more focused on my response now.

“I guess I just got used to it.” I say twirling his fur with my claws.

He tilts my head up, “Do you have any good memories of earth?” He asks then kisses me on my mouth, making a shiver go from my tail up my spine. I pull away and gasp for air, flushed.

“Uh, um, the food, and hugs from my mom, and video games.” I stutter flustered.

He runs his hands down my back, “Well you seem to enjoy the food here, I assure you my cuddles are better but I don’t have distractive technology like video games.”

“You’ve heard of them?!” I ask excitedly.

He nods, “Most of our species avoid things like that because we’re too busy training and fighting to play them.”

“Oh.” I’m barely able to feel disappointed when his hand smooths over the curve of my haunches. I shiver. ‘Hand on my butt!’

“But if you want silly distractions I can give you some.” He says. It takes me a second to realize he’s still talking about video games.

“And books?” I ask nervously.

He smiles, “That’s better.”

“It’s just, I’d like to learn more about your species and its history.” I stumble to justify my liking of books.

“You’ll be home alone often and I want you to have something to do while I’m gone.”

“Really?” I ask sadly.

He kisses my snout, “I’m a general, it’s my job.” I whimper placantly and just hug him, trying to slow time so I could enjoy this moment longer. He kisses my head and relaxes completely, hands on my lower back.

After a while I yawn and sit up, “I’m hungry.” He’s asleep I realize when he curls around me tighter. ‘I’ve never seen him asleep before!’ Leaning over his sleeping body I’m surprised at how he was still intimidating in sleep. Mostly because of how big and wolf-like he was. I guess he wouldn’t have looked sweet and innocent with claws and teeth. I stroke his ears for a while and snicker when he growls grumpily and swats my hand away. Getting up slowly and carefully I go to get something to eat and drink.

Being taller had its benefits. The fridge was self explanatory and the water wasn’t too hard to figure out. Suddenly a body presses up against mine, wrapping their arms around me. Starting I look up but it’s my Master.

“Why’d you leave?” He grumbles sleepily.

“Hungry.” I murmur.

He rocks back and forth, “Did you make any for me?”

“I can make you some .” I say happily, he grabs my wrist gently and backs me up against the counter.

“No,” He growls, “Hungry for you.” My heartbeat picks up, despite being covered in fur I’m naked and certain parts were...visible. I flush as he sleepily tries to be sexy but just ends up being cute.

I free my wrist, “Come on, let’s go back to bed.”

He growls as I lead him, grumpily saying, “That’s my line.”

Flopping down in the soft bed of bundled up blankets and pillows he insists that he curls around me and we fall back asleep soon after. “Hello?” Everything is dark. I lift my head and realize I’m in a dream. A soft light glows in the distance.

“Hello?” The voice comes again. “Ah, there you are.” A wolf alien materializes in front of me. “Syl.” He says, “You need to avoid your Master, he’s not what he seems, you need to meditate. I can’t keep this connection, I don’t want to be detected.”

Then, “Syl, Syl? Syl!?” I wake up in a cold sweat. My Master is shaking me, the last tendrils of the dream fade and are forgotten. “You were growling and crying out.” He explains, “Were you having a nightmare?” I grab my head which is absolutely splitting.

“Ow, no I don’t think so, oooow.”

Master lets out a soft sigh, “I must have hurt your head earlier.”

“No,” I laugh, “it’s just a headache.”

‘Don’t trust him!’ My thoughts ring and I grunt grabbing my head. “Okay maybe a migraine.” He worries over me for a while then when he sees tears leaves and comes back with a shot. The shot.

“I know you didn’t want anymore but it might be that your connection with this form is failing, or you just need some help healing.” I whimper for a while, ‘It does feel like the aftereffects of the shot…’

“Will it hurt?'' I ask frightened.

“It shouldn’t now that you are fully healed.” He promises.

‘Don’t trust him!’ My brain splits again. I double over crying out.

“Okay, yes, yes, hurry!” I cry.

‘Don’t let him give you that shot!’

I scream.

‘Syl!’ My Master’s voice and the voice in my head overlap.

Then sweet silence and the needle is sticking out of my arm. I sigh in relief and look up at my Master.

“Are you okay?” He asks. I roll my shoulders, then neck, then sigh as there is no pain.

“Yes. I don’t hurt at all anymore.” ‘But I was definitely hearing voices in my head.’ “A, are there, like, telepathic aliens?” I ask.

Master sits down and gently buries his snout in my neck fur, “Yes, there are a lot of types, why?”

“Uh...a dream I had.” It wasn’t exactly a lie considering the forgotten dream.

“There’s a telepath on this spaceship actually.” He kisses me softly on the neck, “Don’t worry though, it works in the court and is the Omega of our Captain.” ‘But why would an Omega tell me not to trust my Master?’ I furrow my eyebrows. “Would you like to meet him?” He asks, tilting my head up to look me in the eyes.

“I don’t want you to have recurring nightmares about them, they aren’t that scary. And this one isn’t evil.” He boops me with his nose then growls, “But don’t try to mate with him because he’ll kill you and then the Captain will eject your body into space.”

My ears flatten, “Don’t assume, I want to mate with everybody,” I whine, still a little amused because I’m in a good mood. But also terrified that I could be injected into space if I wasn’ t careful.

He chuckles, “Considering I haven’t introduced you to anybody yet and that I finally have some time off, it’s a good day for it.”

“Master, I don’t want you to work on your day off.” I say sadly.

“Nah, I’ll just sleep all day anyway, I’m over it, lets go.” He gets up and picks me up, “lets shower off first, I’ll have some servants clean the room while we’re gone.” After we shower which was nice and pretty much me just lost in thought the whole time, we towel off, and he starts getting dressed. I watch with a surreal feeling. His body really resembled a wolf’s, I wonder if they were some enlightened species or something. But how did aliens work and how come they all seemed to come out of mythology?’

I bite the inside of my cheek wondering what our skeletons looked like. Like if a wolf stood on its hind legs then had a human-like skeleton with it’s arms and legs positioned like a humans. My Master looks at me like he could tell what I was doing.

“Don’t overthink it, baby” He rumbles and hands me my clothing. ‘Baby.’ I think happily and get dressed. I watch my Master put an earpiece in and then listen for a minute. “Do you have a moment to meet my Omega?” Silence as I watch wide-eyed. “Yes, actually it was his idea, yeah he’s terrified of telepaths. Even had a nightmare.” He hangs up.

“You didn’t have to tell them that,” I hiss.

He smirks at me, “That way he’ll tell his Omega to be a little less intimidating, he tends to...have really bad first impressions.”

‘Now I’m nervous.’ I think to myself. Then see a familiar white coyote walking towards the house. His back was to me as he came from a different direction. I stop walking and run back ducking around in front of him to see his face ready to tell my Master about the cruel, white coyote. But when I make eye contact a much sweeter and way more intimidated coyote flinches and lowers his yellow eyes, despite being taller.

“Syl?” My Master asks, his voice much deeper and more serious than before.

“Oh I thought I recognized him.” I say moving out of the coyote's way not wanting to get him in trouble, “It wasn’t him.” Master looks like he wants to ask me more questions but then snarls at the white coyote who yelps and whispers an apology, running inside the house. I gawk. ‘So that species was…’

“They are a smaller, lesser species than us.” My Master starts. He leads me away from the house, “We conquered them a long time ago, they can’t fight and they’re all cowards and nasty.”

“He didn’t seem nasty, hey! You didn’t have to snarl at him, I’m the one that got in his way!” I gasp as my Master grabs my snout.

He leans in, “I don’t mind being lenient on how you talk to me in the house, but in public NEVER correct me or raise your voice.” I start to tear up, shaking with fear. He stops anger fading. “You’ll understand soon enough,” He soothes, “Please be more careful, or at least lower your voice.” He starts walking again. I try to stop the tears. Things are tense and so I reach out taking his hand, he stops looking down at me, “Do you want me to carry you?” He asks. I nod.

Picking me up he makes soft soothing rumbles until I calm down.

“Sorry.” I whisper. He nods and keeps looking straight ahead as we pass someone. ‘Are they not allowed to show affection in public?’ I watch the soldiers we pass, 'anyone with an Omega, or maybe a slave? Ignore it. Could this be a strength thing? Also snarling at the coyotes for no reason…' I feel a rumble of anger in Master's chest as we walk by someone. I barely catch a glimpse of another wolf alien as Master covers me with his claws. Or tries to. I’m much bigger now. I try to peek over Master’s shoulder but he pulls me down roughly.

“Don’t get his attention.” He whispers, “He’s an Omega stealer.”