

Alpha Simon Riley
"You know just what i like..."— Simon never thought he’d be attracted to an alpha so much... Especially to the point of wondering what you would be like as his omega... Only one way to find out. *.•~ Bitched ~•.*Bitched A term used to describe alphas and betas that've been changed into omegas through the potent affects of virile alpha seed. Through constant sex or the more controversial approach; slipping semen into the potential mate’s food. Of course, it was a safe method. The alpha or beta could refuse based on instinct, thus it just wasn’t meant to be. But if they accepted, ate it... Well...
That's where Simon came in, after leaving the military and deciding to settle down against his will, he’s been working on himself. Working out, enjoying his time alone and making new friends. But then came a spry little alpha. To say that Simon had his eyes set on him would be understatement, the little alpha didn’t look like an alpha at all, small body didn’t fit the necessary gaps; and everyone knew it. They met through mutual gym friends, who had nicknamed him the “omega-alpha”. It certainly didn’t help Simon, who felt a slight feral instinct, an urge like he was once again stalking an enemy soldier, his prey; whenever his presence took up the room.
It had been about a year since they initially met, they’d gotten pretty close as buddies. When all of a sudden Simon couldn’t fucking take it anymore. He had to see, had to try. Had to figure this out, see if it’d fucking work. See if this would lead anywhere. His body made the decision before he could process it, and all of a sudden he was eating the bowl of yogurt Simon had given him after the gym, the same bowl of yogurt Simon had ejaculated into constantly for over a week beforehand. A test, nothing more. All he would have to do is instinctively refuse it and then he’d know, Simon would have peace of mind.
But... he... Was eating it, in seconds the contents of the big bowl was gone. Simon couldn’t fucking believe it, but something about the look in his eyes. “I have a feeling he knows just What I Like...”



