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The woods are quiet out here. They’re far enough away from the village and their team that they have privacy, but not so far enough away that they can’t be heard if something goes really wrong. It was been Mari’s idea to go somewhere more secluded than either of their shelters, but Natalie showed her the way to the clearing. Mari’s never really liked being alone, not before the crash and not even after it when they all started to get really, really sick of each other. But she likes being alone with Nat.

It’s new, what they’re doing, what Mari’s been feeling. She’s never thought about girls like that before. Maybe she’d been kind of curious about Lottie, Melissa, Crystal, and Nat before the crash whenever she’d see them in the locker room, but that’s just because girls aren’t supposed to be alphas if they even present like Shauna did back in spring. There’s, like, treatments and shit to help minimize their presentation too. To make them almost normal girls. But Nat and Crystal hadn’t bothered with them at all, and Melissa barely had, and Lottie’s was still… there. So sometimes Mari had lingered a little to try and catch a glimpse of more than boxer brief bulges and the outline of cock straining against soccer shorts. It had been normal curiosity before.

Maybe it’s the year or so without men other than Travis—sort of; he was one of them, wasn’t he?—and Coach Scott—who had told Mari he was gay and hadn’t even considered fucking her when she’d tried to offer to get out of that fucking cave—or maybe it’s some weird pseudo exception because Mari’s an omega and Nat’s an alpha, but Mari likes Natalie. She likes Natalie more than she’s ever liked any of the boys she’d gone out with back home. So much so that she’s sitting on the grass in someone else’s dress even though that means the grass made the backs of her thighs itch and she should be looking at the meat they have and figuring dinner out for everybody, all because she wants to help Nat relax.

Things are tenser than ever back at the village now that Lottie’s taken the crown from Nat and handed it to Shauna of all fucking people. Shauna decided that meant they shouldn’t let Hannah, the stupid frog scientist, and her jackass guide, Kodi lead them to rescue. Then when Mari and Nat gave Hannah the means to escape with Kodi and take those of them who still wanted to go home, Shauna caught her, and Hannah went rogue and killed him and any hopes of them finding their way back to civilization.

Nat’s head thuds softly against the tree behind her. She straightens her knees out before her.

“You look stupid when you’re thinking too hard,” Mari says.

But Nat doesn’t groan or tell her to shut up or even flip her the bird. She shakes her head instead. “Van and Misty have been trying, but… I just don’t think we’re close enough to fixing the stupid fucking satellite phone. And it’s getting colder, Mar. We’re gonna spend another winter here if we can’t fix it.”

Mari doesn’t know what to say. She doesn’t have a stupid joke for this. It isn’t like she’s ever been wise or anything. And Natalie isn’t wrong. It’s been over a year. People have stopped looking for them, and they’re in the middle of fucking nowhere. If they don’t call it in themselves, rescue isn’t coming. Ever. They’ll starve for another winter. Or if Shauna says so, they’ll hunt one of their own again.

But this isn’t helping either.

Mari’s eyes flutter over Nat’s face before they stall on her pouty lips. That familiar heat pools in her cheeks, and she crawls forward on all fours. The way Nat holds her breath at the sight makes Mari’s stomach clench. She tries not to think about how her pussy flutters ever so slightly when Nat’s lips part and her face flushes as Mari pulls herself into her lap and settles her weight over Nat’s hips.

“Hi.” Natalie’s voice comes out breathless as she stares up at Mari.

Mari’s stomach drops. She leans down to press an open-mouthed kiss to Nat’s lips. Her head is clouding up from the warmth of Nat’s body against hers, Natalie’s hands a fever at her waist even through the dress. She has to remind herself to lick into Nat’s mouth. There’s a moan low in her throat at the feeling of Nat’s soft tongue dragging against her own. Butterflies erupt in her stomach. She has to bring her hands just under Natalie’s jaw, stroking her thumb along Nat’s jawline. Nat sucks Mari’s tongue into her mouth, sending electricity jolting down the line of Mari’s spine then jumping to her clit.

It isn’t the first time they’ve kissed since Mari had tried to tell Nat that she was brave for killing Ben, but it is the first time they’ve ever kissed like this.

Mari has never been more turned on in her life. She hopes against hope that Nat can’t smell how wet she’s getting. Reluctantly, Mari listens to the burning in her lungs and breaks their kiss to gasp for air.

After a few moments, Nat leans her head back against the tree again. Her pale throat seems to glisten under the sunlight. “Goddamn, Mar. What was that for?”

A soft laugh escapes her throat. Mari gives a weak shrug. “I was trying to distract you from getting all ‘the end is near’ on me. Did it work?”

“Dunno. Maybe you should try again.” Nat wraps her arms around the back of Mari’s neck to gently tug her back in.

Mari nips at Nat’s bottom lip, pulling it back playfully and feeling dizzy when Natalie groans at that. She feels dizzier still when Nat’s tongue pushes into her mouth, warm and wet. She scrapes her short nails against the base of Nat’s scalp once and then twice when Nat’s hips jerk up and push her hardening cock up against the restraint of her denim shorts and against Mari’s panties, coaxing even more slick arousal out of her pussy.

Her stomach twists up. Her walls clench around nothing. They haven’t talked about sex. They’ve only even made out once before. But Nat has had sex with people before. Beta boys mostly from what Mari had heard, but she’s heard rumors that with that emo guy she hung out with, Natalie was the one getting her dick wet.

Mari has only had one real boyfriend before the crash. She’s made out with boys and been felt up plenty before, and she gave Danny Mears head and handies when they were together, and she started masturbating after she heard some of the older girls talk about it when she made Varsity as a sophomore. And then—it’s stupid, honestly. He was her boyfriend back then. It doesn’t really matter. It’s just—Danny spent a lot of their relationship whining and getting on her case and trying over and over again to get Mari to put out, but the older girls had also talked about how much the first time hurt. And about the blood. And Mari was always been kind of squeamish before the crash. It earned her a fucking B- in bio her freshman year because she couldn’t look properly at the dissections, so she’d been forced to rely on her lab partner’s shoddy work, that stupid bitch.

And then Danny had gotten pushy. Like scary pushy. Like Mari’s locked it away in a box that she’ll never look at pushy.

So. Maybe the blood thing isn’t a problem anymore, maybe virginity isn’t an issue, but the idea of it all still makes her flinch. And even tucked away under her clothes, Nat’s cock feels big straining against her. Like maybe it’ll barely fit inside her. As much as her stupid omega instincts want it buried deep inside her cunt, the rest of Mari can still feel Danny’s cock stabbing into her even if it had only been for like… 5 minutes.

Beneath that, the rational part of Mari also knows that if Nat does want to fuck her, they need condoms, but the stupid horny omega part of Mari hates that and wants to be so full of Natalie’s cum that it drools out of her pussy.

She whimpers into Nat’s mouth. Her legs tense up around Natalie’s ribs. With Danny, it hurt so much, and it’s probably going to hurt again with Nat, and thinking about experiencing that kind of pain again makes her stupid eyes burn, and isn’t that humiliating?

Calloused hands rub against her cheeks, and she can feel that warm and safe and distinctly alpha smell flooding her nostrils as Natalie breaks their kiss. “Hey, c’mon, Mari, what’s wrong?”

“If you stick it in me, I’ll scream.” She doesn’t mean to say it. She didn’t even realized she was thinking it. She can’t take it back now. Jesus Christ, what’s wrong with her?

Nat blinks. Her eyelashes brush her cheeks with the motion. “Okay. Um… I’m sorry. I don’t know what I did—”

Mari feels the sting of her teeth biting her lip before she knows she’s biting it. She doesn’t feel better having said it—it’s so fucking stupid to even say it. What the fuck does it mean? Nat isn’t even doing anything to her. There’s a black hole opening up in her stomach. “Sorry, I just meant—like, it’s kind of… big. We can still fuck! It’s just… doesn’t feel like you’ll, uh, fit in me.”

Through their clothes, Mari feels Nat’s dick twitch against her. She can smell her own arousal which means Nat can smell it too.

But Nat just tugs Mari’s face close enough to kiss it. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Mar. Is it… I mean… What’s wrong?”

Humiliation burns all over her skin and prickles at her eyes, but Mari exhales shakily. “I just… The last time I… I’ve only, like, had sex—” Is that right? Was it sex? He was her boyfriend back then, so it must have been. “—once. With Danny. He… I didn’t really want to. And it hurt. And I’m just kind of… freaked out.”

“Well… I can’t tell you it’ll be perfect, but I can tell you I’d be gentle. I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t hurt you, Mar. Okay? Sex isn’t supposed to hurt unless you’re into that. And we don’t have to have sex right this second. Or, uh, at all if you don’t want to. There’s other shit that’s way better anyway. I wanna do whatever you wanna do whenever you wanna do it. It’s no fun if you don’t like it too. Trust me, it’s hottest when, uh, both people really want it.” Nat traces her thumb along Mari’s lips, lingering at the seam.

Mari’s not trying to be a bitch, but she doesn’t really buy that. “Are you lying? Because Danny Mears said he didn’t mind waiting either, and then he—” She cuts herself off. She doesn’t want to talk about that. Something on her face must show, though, because now Nat’s looking at her softly like she might be fragile. She clears her throat. “He, uh, dumped me for someone who was willing to put out more than once. And I’m, like, one of the hottest girls here, and I’m definitely the hottest omega—not that that’s hard since Jackie was, like, lying and Laura Lee kind of… exploded, but…” It’s hard to keep her voice light when she talks about Laura Lee, but thankfully, Nat doesn’t press on that.

Instead, she picks at something easy. “Wait, that’s why Danny dumped you for his cousin?”

Reflexively, Mari scoffs. “Second cousin.”

“Okay, well… he’s a dick. I mean it. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’ve thought about it. Even before, I always thought you were hot. But, uh, God gave me a right hand for a reason, Mar.”

She giggles. “You thought I was hot?”

“In a mouthy way.” Nat smiles as she rolled her eyes.

“So you thought about my mouth?” There’s something thrilling about how Nat stares at her mouth as she says it.

“I thought about shutting you up.”

“You like it when I talk back.”

And then they were kissing again. Mari sighs into Nat’s mouth as she shifts forward to press herself even closer against Nat. Their breasts rub together, soft and warm and pleasant. Mari’s nipples tighten at the feeling. Her tits always get so sensitive whenever someone touches her nipples, but all Mari can think about is how shifting her hips drags her cunt along the length of Nat’s hard-on. Her brain is full of static. She’s never going to be able to wear these panties again, is she? That should bother her with how limited their clothing is out here, but nothing matters to her more than rolling her hips over Nat’s again.

Nat gasps and jerks her hips up, driving her cock up into Mari.

They both moan, and then Mari is grinding herself against Nat as Natalie rocks her hips up like her life depended on it. The rough denim of her shorts feels so good rubbing into Mari’s clothed pussy. The top button of them is cold and hard as it bucks into her clit for a moment. Mari shivers as she tried to push her clit into the button again. A familiar pressure is building in her stomach. It feels too good. Her head is so foggy. She has to keep humping Natalie, dragging the slick of her arousal over the outline of Natalie’s cock as if she’s marking her territory. Nothing else matters. She gasps into Nat’s mouth, shuddering as she speeds her hips up.

She doesn’t even care about if it’ll hurt anymore. Her omega instincts are screaming for Natalie to bury her cock in Mari and pump her full of cum and knot her to make sure it takes, that she’s really, thoroughly bred. But she knows that’s a bad idea, and she’ll have to stop rocking her hips if she wants to unbutton Natalie’s shorts and pull her own panties down for that anyway, and she can’t stomach the idea of stopping.

With some trial and error, Nat’s hand slots into place between their bodies, and Mari can feel Nat’s fingers tracing over her panties before she finds Mari’s clit and starts rubbing hard, tight circles around it.

Mari’s mouth falls open in a series of soft, breathy cries. “Natalie, fuck, oh, my God.” Her toes curl. Something in her bursts like she’s going to fucking piss herself, and her pussy gushes as she cums. Her hips jerk frantically as she tries to ride out her orgasm.

“There you go, baby. Holy shit. So pretty squirting…” Nat’s dick twitches against Mari.

She rolls her hips again and winces at the sensation. She’s too sensitive now to keep going. “Fuck. I can’t—”

“Easy, Mar. Don’t push yourself. You looked so pretty cumming all over me, baby.” Nat traces goosebumps down the length of Mari’s arm.

She’s got that stupid look on her face again like she can’t believe Mari is real and here and hers.

Mari climbs off of Nat’s lap, biting back a whimper as she pulls her cunt away from Nat’s erection. She nudges Nat’s knee, silently asking for permission.

“You don’t have to,” Natalie says.

“Everyone’s gonna think we fucked anyway. And you totally have a thing for my mouth.”

Natalie laughs hoarsely. “Sue me. You’ve got a hot mouth.”

Once she parts her legs all the way, Mari settles in on her knees between them. She makes eye contact with Natalie to unbutton her shorts and free her cock. She’d be lying if she said her mouth doesn’t start watering at the sight of it. It’s a pretty thing. Big and stiff looking with its pink head leaking precum. Mari wraps a hand around its length and gasps at how hot it feels as it throbbed against her palm. She hasn’t jerked someone off since…

But she’s not jerking Nat off. She’s never liked handjobs.

“Quit teasing.” Nat sounds whiny and desperate as she jerks her hips up, thrusting her cock up into Mari’s fist. It’s the first time Mari has ever heard an alpha sound like that.

She presses a close-mouthed kiss to the head, feeling Natalie’s precum smear over the seam of her lips. There’s something impossibly dizzying about how good Nat smells, sharp and strong and distinctly alpha. She moans and opens her mouth, letting her tongue dart out to lap up the precum. It’s salty but not bitter the way Danny tasted.

Nat groans and threads her fingers in Mari’s hair, gripping it tightly.

The sharp tug of it goes straight to Mari’s sensitive clit. She fondles Nat’s balls gently and wraps her lips around the head of Nat’s cock. She lowers her head slowly to take more of it into her mouth, still playing with Nat’s balls as she takes it. The tip grazes the back of her tongue, and she has to come back up quickly to avoid gagging.

She hasn’t done this in a while.

“Relax, baby. You’re doing so good, taking me so well.”

Mari takes a deep breath through her nose before she bobs her head along the length of Natalie’s cock again, starting shallower this time. She inhales, bobbing her head slowly and rhythmically in tune with her breaths. Every time she pulls back so only the head of Nat’s cock is still hot in her mouth, she swirls her tongue around it.

Natalie drags her nails across Mari’s scalp, tensing up as Mari hollows her cheeks out, as she speeds up her movements and takes more and more of Natalie until Nat is rocking her hips and fucking into Mari’s throat.

She can tell her throat is going to be beyond tender later, but Nat’s breathing sounds so ragged and desperate that she doesn’t even care. She just wants to keep unraveling Natalie.

Her lips are wet, her own saliva pooling around the length of Nat’s cock. God, she’s starting to slobber all over it. It’s so fucking embarrassing, so fucking hot. She can’t help but moan around Nat.

“Oh, fuck!”

A spurt of hot, salty cum shoots into Mari’s mouth and down her throat, and she feels so fucking pathetic as she pulls back enough to lick all over Nat’s cock for more. Part of her wants to see Nat’s knot. She’s never seen one in real life before, and the idea of Natalie popping it for her sends shivers down her spine.

It’s only once Natalie is sensitive enough to push gently at the top of Mari’s head that she pulls entirely off of her with a loud pop. A trail of her own spit threads out between her lips and the head of Nat’s cock before it breaks. Her stomach swoops at the sight.

Her wrists tingle at the sight of Nat smiling at her like some kind of fucking loser.

“So… how was that for a distraction?”

Natalie laughs at that, and Mari can’t help but smile and stare at her too.

Jackie is fucking with the music in Shauna’s car again. She always does that. Shauna always lets her. Even when it pisses her off right from the start. It always does eventually. That’s easier to take.

Today, it’s a slow kind of grating. She’s trying not to think about her early acceptance into Brown, about how she really has to commit to it and not Rutgers like Jackie had planned. It’s getting dizzyingly close, the end of the road. Shauna just has to brake when she reaches it. She can do that. She’ll do that.

“Okay, Shipman. So tonight, after we win States—” It’s just like Jackie to decide they’ll win. “—Jeff is gonna drive us to Lottie’s for the afterparty. We’re gonna coordinate our outfits, of course, and then you’re gonna help me make sure Taissa doesn’t bite Allie’s head off. I know Allie’s annoying and, well, a freshman, and no one wants her at Lottie’s party, but she’s our teammate.”

There are at least three things Jackie just said that Shauna hates. She chews the inside of her cheek for a moment. “Wait, why are we coordinating tonight? This party isn’t even about States. Lottie’s just celebrating having the McMansion to herself again.”

Jackie snaps the passenger-side mirror close. “It’s the principle of the thing, Shauna. Besides, the hotter you look, the more likely it is you’ll catch a certain somebody’s eye.”

“I don’t wanna talk about Randy Walsh at 7 am, Jackie.” Her hands flex over the steering wheel.

“What about at 8 am?” Jackie smiles as she says it.

Shauna can’t help but roll her eyes. It’s softer than she felt a minute ago. “Do I have to wear the red dress tonight?”

“I would really, really, really appreciate it if you did!”

There are few things in life Shauna wants to do less than wear the red dress—the boob dress. It isn’t even because Jackie wants her to. Not entirely, at least. Shauna feels like crawling out of her skin every time she wears that fucking dress. “Yeah, but I mean… I just wore it to Mari’s birthday party. Isn’t it some kind of fashion faux pas to rewear it so soon after that?”

“Okay, well, anything your boobs look that good in can be worn as often as you want,” Jackie says.

Shauna’s stomach flops like a dying fish. She hates her best friend as much as she loves her. That’s why she has to cut herself loose, to be someone else for once. “Maybe I don’t want people ogling at my chest. Did you ever consider that?”

Jackie frowns. “Everyone likes being ogled by the right person. Maybe that’s not Randy, but there’s gotta be somebody you wouldn’t mind ogling you.”

“Not everyone is a perfect little omega like you. Most people are betas.” They’re not supposed to talk about this sort of thing, least of all cruelly, even if everyone with any common sense knows Shauna is right anyway. And, really, as soon as she says it, Shauna knows it’ll hurt Jackie’s feelings. She knows that Jackie’s eyes are going to water like fucking Bambi, and she knows that she’ll feel terrible, and she says it anyway. She can’t help it. It feels good to say, even as it hurt Shauna too.

Jackie’s voice is wavering and small and infuriating when she speaks. “Shauna, you know that’s not what I meant. And… I mean, would it really be so bad if you presented as an omega?”

At this point, it’s unlikely Shauna will ever present. Sure, some kids present at seventeen or even eighteen, but it’s not fucking common. Usually it means something is wrong. But it’s just like Jackie to want to change something about Shauna, to make her in Jackie’s image. Never mind what Shauna wants. That never matters.

“I’m sorry,” she says anyway.

She means it. Mostly.

Hand holding seems excessive somehow. Mari knows that the others will be able to smell Nat all over her, but she doesn’t want to rub their noses in it any more than necessary. She doesn’t need people talking about it more than they already will, even if they don’t actually care that much.

It’s really more about how Lottie and Shauna will react. It doesn’t take a genius to see the way Lottie looks at Natalie, and even though she’s realized by now what Nat and Mari have been doing together, it still bums and also kind of creeps everyone out to see her staring sadly at Natalie. And Shipman has a stick up her ass the size of the Lincoln Monument. Mari does not want to deal with whatever Shauna’s problem is today, so it’s best not to give Shauna any excuses to make her problem Mari’s problem. Not that Shauna has any trouble finding an excuse to take her shit out on Mari.

Mari and Nat walk back into camp side by side, rolling their eyes and trying to fight the grins tugging at their lips as they’re greeted by catcalls and wolf whistles. It feels like when Travis and Nat would return to the cabin from hunting empty-handed—or something farther away and more normal than that like exiting the closet after a round of 7 Minutes in Heaven when they used to get way too fucking bored for their own goods.

Shauna practically snarls at them, the sharps of her teeth jutting out with disdain. “Are you two done fucking finally? God, Mar, you fucking reek. How many times did you knot her, Nat, huh? I guess she can’t help it, though. It’s not like Mari asked to be such an omega slut.”

Mari flips Shauna off on reflex more than out of anger. “I’m not the one who got myself knocked up.”

“Give it a few weeks,” Shauna says, closing the gap between them.

Despite herself, Mari flinches back. What the fuck is Shauna saying? Jesus Christ, someone needs to hit her or something.

Mari almost feels guilty when it occurs to her that she’s planning to do worse than hit Shauna. She’s been talking with Akilah, Gen, and Melissa about it behind everyone else’s backs. About how Natalie’s rescue plan probably isn’t enough, how they might really need to kill Shauna. But this isn’t the Shauna she was friends with back before the crash or even before Jackie’s death. This isn’t even the Shauna who mounts her like some kind of animal and bites her way too fucking hard during Capture the Bone. This is the Shauna who wouldn’t let them go home, who hates Mari so much she’ll probably kill Mari the first chance she gets. There’s no way she’ll let things be once Nat calls for rescue.

“Okay, let’s not wish that upon anyone.” Tai grabs Shauna by the arm like she’s trying to reprimand a bad dog, but Shauna just shakes Tai off of her.

“We still have Coach Scott’s condoms!” Misty says.

Nat’s hand hovers over Mari’s back. She thinks better in the end, retreating to just scratch the back of her head. “Right. So nobody’s getting pregnant, Shauna. How about we knock it the fuck off then?”

“You’re not in charge anymore.” Shauna’s voice comes out a growl. “Is Mari’s cunt really that good?”

“What the fuck?” Is this seriously happening to her? Like, everyone else can hear this shit too?

Apparently yes. Taissa’s face pinches into something that screams, “Jesus Christ” in a way that would’ve made Laura Lee, God bless her soul, frown. “Okay, this isn’t productive. Shauna, shouldn’t Mari get started on dinner? Gen brought home a few rabbits, right?”

Gen nods, opening her mouth to speak. “Yeah, I—”

But Shauna is scoffing and dismissing Tai’s attempt at playing peacemaker. “What? I just wanna know if Mari’s as much of a brat as she normally is with Nat’s dick in her. Or do we think she shuts up like a good little omega for once?”

“That’s it. We’re done here. I’m not doing this shit with you,” Natalie says, grabbing Mari’s hand to leave.

Taissa grabs at Shauna’s arm again too, trying to wrangle her. It wasn’t enough. They need a fucking muzzle for Shauna, now more than ever.

Shauna pushes Tai back in a way that’s usually saved for Mari, sometimes Lottie. “Come on, Natalie. It’s not like you liked Mari this much before she spread her legs for you. We all know what you like about her.”

That’s fucking it. Mari lunges for Shauna before she’s dragged back like her seatbelt stretched too quickly after she slammed the brakes. Akilah and Gen are holding her back, arms looped around her to keep her off of Shauna. “Fuck you, Shipman!” Mari flails her limbs, trying to get close enough to hit Shauna like she fucking deserves. Her elbow whacks into someone’s stomach. Even with the grunt that follows, she’s not sure if it’s Gen’s or Akilah’s, and she’s too fucking mad to apologize and check.

“It’s none of your fucking business what Mari and I do in private, Shauna. And for the record, I liked Mari a hell of a lot more than I liked you even before any of this shit!” Natalie says.

“I bet I know why.” Shauna sneers, letting her eyes drag over Mari’s body. She looks less horny and more deranged as she does it.

Mari’s elbow finds Gen’s ribs, making her friend double over in pain. Akilah’s grip loosens for just a second, but it’s enough for Mari to break free and shove Shauna.

Shauna stumbles back and has the audacity to laugh. And then she’s shoving Mari back, pushing her down into the dirt and landing dead on top of her.

Mari flails beneath Shauna, kicking out uselessly as she tries to push Shauna off of her, tries to propel herself off of her back, to make her belly less vulnerable. But Shauna is insistent, her hips pinning Mari’s and her hands finding Mari’s wrists to chain them in place.

“Oh, what the fuck—”

Is that—Jesus Christ, is she pumping out her stupid fucking pheromones to make Mari submit? That has to be it. There’s no other reason Mari would be whimpering like this and lifting her chin to bare her neck to Shauna fucking Shipman.

Shauna fucking Shipman whose dick is hard against Mari’s thigh.

“Shauna, get off of her!”

“What’s wrong with you!?”

Mari thrashes as best she can beneath Shauna, her whimpers getting louder, turning into yelps. She can feel her now cold panties turning warm with slick again. She needs to get Shauna off of her before someone thinks she likes this.

Shauna’s warmth is lifted from Mari as Van and Nat hoist her back up to her feet by the back of her neck.

“I’m your fucking leader. Get your hands off of me.” Shauna bats Nat and Van off of her.

“Gladly!” Natalie says.

Mari’s heart is still pounding in her chest. Her thighs are still just a bit too slippery as Akilah and Gen help her up.

Akilah strokes her hair back into place, eyeing Shauna warily.

“Sorry,” Mari says, glancing down at where she elbowed Gen.

“Are you okay?” Gen is making the same face she did when Mari came back to the village from Coach Scott’s weird fucking cave.

Mari nods, refusing to give Shauna the satisfaction of anything less even as she feels her pulse racing in her cunt.

Lottie stands up at last. She’s got that creepy smile she likes to wear nowadays on. She never seems bothered by Shauna’s aggression or shows of all this designation-bullshit. She tilts her head at them. “We shouldn’t be interrogating Natalie and Mari. We should be celebrating their union. Mari is our last omega. It wants her to be mated.”

It’s maybe the least comforting thing Lottie or anyone else has ever said.

Natalie marches up to Lottie and gets in her face—at least, as best she can with their height difference. “I’m not fucking mating her, Lottie. Take your weird bullshit somewhere else, and leave me and Mari alone.”

Mari really hates the way Shauna smiles at that. Killing Shauna is the right thing to do. Even if it means going behind Nat’s back to do it.

“Come on, Mar,” Akilah says, taking Mari’s hand in hers. Her hand is warm and calloused and familiar, and she understands in a way Natalie doesn’t. Soon enough, things will be okay.

Shauna knows at least half the student body at Wiskayok High are fucking stupid, even some of the students in her AP lit class. Maybe especially them if the boys sitting in front of her are anything to go by. Mrs. Cram’s voice is a dreary drone like always, humming above their poorly concealed whispers and snickering. She’s probably given up on telling people to shut up by now. There’s always some asshole talking in class.

“You’d fuck Amber? Like Amber Brophy?” Joe says, his face pinched.

Justin flicks Joe in the forehead. “Are you stupid? No, Amber Nutting, duh. Everyone knows she’s an omega.”

Shauna would rather bash her head in than listen to this. Why should she have to hear about what girls Joe, Robbie, and Justin wish would give them the time of day? All she wants is to hear Mrs. Cram’s lecture about Frankenstein. Only fucking rude people even talk about designations like this anyway. Not that she expects boys her age to be polite.

“Okay, Jesus. Well… what about the girls’ soccer team? They’ve got some omegas, right?” Joe says.

Shauna’s grip on her pencil tightens. If it had circulation, she’d be cutting it off.

“Jackie Taylor’s an omega, right?” Robbie says.

Joe and Justin both grin and nod.

Mrs. Cram is saying something about the monster reading Paradise Lost,—Shauna thinks she catches the phrase “domestic affection”—but Shauna is too busy glaring at the bag of Robbie’s head like maybe she’ll develop the ability to shoot lasers into it, killing him immediately.

“Would,” Joe says.

“So would,” Justin says.

“Laura Lee’s an omega too, right?” Joe says.

“Probably. It’d explain the nun impression,” Robbie says.

Justin snickers. “You wanna knot a nun?”

Robbie gives him the bird. “Mari Ibarra’s the only other omega on the team. I think. God, remember when she went to homecoming in preheat? It’s a damn shame Mr. Coltman dragged her out of the gym.”

“You think he, uh, helped her out?” Justin waggles his stupid fucking caterpillar eyebrows.

Shauna feels kind of sick. She can’t believe Jackie wants her to present like this. To have to be a fucking omega and know that assholes like this talk about knotting her in class for everyone to hear.

Robbie snorts. “If he didn’t he’s a fag. No doubt about it.”

“God… I’d kill to be Danny Mears,” Joe says.

For a moment, they go silent, and all Shauna can hear ringing in hear ears is Mrs. Cram asking them to empathize with the monster. To think about what it would mean to be unloved by your creator.

“So which Yellowjackets seem dykey to you guys?” Justin says.

“Van Palmer. Easy,” Robbie says. “Even Joey here knows that. She’s cool, but… I mean, come on.”

Joe goes to flip Robbie off, but he stops with his middle finger halfway up. He shrugs instead. “Melissa… What’s her last name? Whatever. You know who I’m talking about. Oh! Lottie Matthews and Natalie Scatorccio. Everyone knows they’re alphas. That’s not, like, natural. My mom thinks it’s ‘cause of vaccines.”

Justin scoffs openly. He doesn’t even try to disguise it as a cough. “You really are stupid, aren’t you? Like it’s genetic? Everyone knows it’s ‘cause of GMOs, moron.”

“Whatever. It’s weird as hell for girls to be alphas. Even weirder than it is when guys are omegas,” Joe says. “Hey, weren’t you in Bye Bye Birdie with that Crystal chick? She’s an alpha too, isn’t she?”

Justin makes a weird face. “You mean Kristen? Yeah, but she’s not a dyke like the others. Her pussy is still pretty nice—”

“Hold up, don’t tell me you’re like those guys who’ve fucked Scatorccio. Are you a fag in denial, Justin?” Robbie says.

Justin scowls. “Ugh, fuck you. I just fingered her. I didn’t touch her dick at all. Now get the image of Natalie and that goth fag out of my head.”

If Shauna closes her eyes, she lives in a world where she can stand up and stab them all with her number 2 pencil. She doesn’t even think Natalie is screwing Kevyn Tan. Not that that matters to assholes like this.

“I hear Jackie hasn’t put out for Sadecki,” Robbie says.

Shauna watches Joe’s brow crease. “Haven’t they been together since like… freshman year?”

“Yeah, but he’s never bragged about her putting out. If he was getting any, he’d say something. I’d say something.” Robbie’s face turns disturbingly wistful.

Shauna wishes his face would turn blue.

“Haven’t they done like… hand stuff?” The sound of Joe Fazzio asking if Jackie and Jeff have done hand stuff makes Shauna’s blood run cold.

Robbie shakes his head. “Hand stuff doesn’t count. Everyone knows that. That’s basically masturbation.”

“Damn… a virgin omega…” Justin smiles dopily. “Laura Lee must be one too.”

“Those legs only open for God,” Robbie says.

“What about Ibarra?” Joe makes a lewd hand gesture.

“Girl like that? No way. Haven’t you heard that vibrator rumor going around?” Robbie rolls his eyes when Joe just blinks. “You need to talk to more people. When Becky Colgate let me get to second base,—awesome rack, by the way—she told me Mari chipped her tooth on a vibrator.”

“… How do you chip your tooth on that?” Joe frowns as he tries to imagine it.

Well, that one Shauna can’t blame him for. She’s not really sure how Mari managed that either, but… Danny has definitely bragged really grossly about how much Mari likes giving head.

“I could give her something to chip her tooth on, if you know what I mean,” Robbie says.

Joe and Justin both give him a look.

Shauna does too, not that any of them seem to fucking notice.

“What, like you wouldn’t tap that ass?” Robbie crosses his arms.

“No, I definitely would, but that’s a weird thing to say, Robbie,” Justin says.

Shauna squeezes her eyes shut, trying to focus on whatever Mrs. Cram is saying about Frankenstein’s monster until the bell finally rings, cutting her off mid-sentence.

“Oh… there goes our hour. Class dismissed,” she says, even though everyone is already gathering their things and leaving.

Shauna stuffs her notebook, copy of Frankenstein, and pencil back into her bag as she shoves past Justin, Joe, and Robbie, making sure to really check them like she would an opposing player to steal possession back.

At the front of the classroom, Taissa pauses to ask Mrs. Cram something.

Shauna ducks her head down and shoves past her too without so much as a look back, even when Tai lets out a loud scoff. She knows how Taissa must look right now: arms out in exasperation, that judgmental, better-than-you look on her face, her book bag hanging loosely from her shoulder as if she doesn’t care half as much as Shauna knows she must. She doesn’t need to see that. She’s seen that a million times.

With her gaze angrily on the floor and her own sneakers, Shauna marches out of the classroom and down the hall until she smacks into something solid. She stumbles back. Fucking Laura Lee smiles politely back at her.

“Sorry.” Shauna should probably speak up, but she doesn’t have the energy. Laura Lee is nice, probably one of the nicest girls Shauna’s ever met, but she can be fucking irritating sometimes. And right now, with the memory of Justin, Joe, and Robbie talking about which omegas they’d fuck, Laura Lee is even more annoying than when she asks them to pray before a match.

“It’s okay, Shauna! I should’ve been watching where I was going too. I guess I take the Lord being my shepherd a little too seriously,” she says, sounding perfectly sweet and normal.

Maybe it’s because she’s a stupid fucking omega. Just like Jackie.

Natalie doesn’t know that Akilah is going to kill the animals. Or, more accurately, she didn’t until about 10 seconds ago.

She’s staring at Mari like Mari’s grown a second head. “You can’t be serious. Why the fuck would we kill the animals? Mari, what would we eat after that? It’s almost winter.”

Mari wants to close the gap between them. She wants to touch Nat’s face, to kiss her, to make her understand that this is a good thing. “Rescue will come before we run out of what we’ve got stored. You’re gonna call for them. You get to be the hero, Nat. Like you deserve.”

“But someone will die. One of our friends will die, Mari.” Natalie sounds close to tears.

Mari wrings her hands instead of taking one of Nat’s. “No, they won’t. Van can rig the draw. She taught me how to stack a deck. That’s why Misty and Crystal kept getting the shitty chores before… We can control who gets picked, and we can stop Shauna and Lottie from killing them. This is the only way to distract both of them so you can get away to call for help. If Shauna notices you’re missing, she’ll fucking lose it. She’s insane. You know she is.” Natalie doesn’t need to know who Mari wants to draw the queen. It’s better if she doesn’t. She doesn’t have to know what Mari is going to do.

It’ll be easier for her if she doesn’t know.

Natalie’s mouth flutters soundlessly. She knows Mari isn’t wrong, even if she can’t bring herself to admit it yet. “Mari, please, there has to be something else. I—we could just sneak off together. They’d think we were having sex.”

It feels like being hit. The backs of Mari’s eyes burn like when she was a kid and she didn’t know not to rub her eyes after touching hot wings but worse, so much fucking worse. Everything is worse now that she’s old enough to know. Old enough to tell herself she doesn’t when she fucks up and hurts herself anyway.

“I—I mean we wouldn’t. Obviously. I wanna do what you wanna do, you know that. But come on, they’re fucking obsessed with that anyway. Shauna wouldn’t be able to find us, and she’d give the fuck up until we got back,” Nat says.

Why won’t Nat just listen to her? Why doesn’t she want to understand? “We’d have to be gone for hours, Nat. Who would believe we were—fucking or whatever that long?”

Natalie lets out a pathetic little laugh. “I mean… you remember that stupid thing called mating cycles, don’t you?”

This time, Mari lets herself flinch. They haven’t talked about any of that since… They didn’t even talk about it during Doomcoming, when everything got all fucked up, and they found out Jackie was lying about her designation, that she was an alpha not an omega, because they all had their first real, unfiltered cycles, and—and Travis is fine. They didn’t kill him or—or whatever. He’s fine. He’s alive. That’s the best any of them can be now, isn’t it?

And they don’t talk about this. Civilized people don’t talk about this, even if they aren’t really civilized anymore. Not how they used to be. They’re normal. They’re fine.

“Maybe you haven’t noticed, but no one’s gotten their cycle in like… months. You know, ‘cause of how we were all starving to death for a while there,” Mari says. She’s not being standoffish and weird. She’s fucking not.

“I dunno, Mar. We haven’t been starving in a long time. And you kind of smell… I mean, sorry, that’s weird, I just mean…” Nat’s nose twitches. She covers it with her palm, looking ashamed.

Mari’s heart skips a beat. This is… She can use this, can’t she? She grins a little. “Wishful thinking, Nat? Anyway, even if I was, that’s all the more reason for us to distract Shauna and Lottie properly. You think Lottie wouldn’t wanna watch if she thought we were, like, mating or whatever?”

Natalie’s mouth goes flat.

“And there’s… I don’t wanna know what Shauna would do.” She tries not to catch the way Nat’s whole body goes rigid. “A hunt is easier. We can control it. No one has to die, Nat. We can all go home.” Lying doesn’t feel as bad as she thought it would. It’s not easy, but she can do this.

“… Who’s gonna draw the queen?” Nat says.

Mari inhales sharply. “Hannah. We won’t actually hunt her. But… Shauna doesn’t hate her. Not like she hates us. We can stop her from killing Hannah.”

Nat closes her eyes. “I can’t stop you, can I?”

It’s easier without eye contact. “No. I’m sorry. Akilah is poisoning the animals tonight. She’ll probably have started before we get back.”

“Does she… fuck, does she need help?” Nat says, her body finally relaxing. Her arms go slack at her sides.

Mari takes her hand. It’s cold, and it’s even more calloused than her own or Akilah’s. She thinks she’ll hold it all the way back to the village. It might be the last time Natalie ever lets her. “Don’t worry about it. Shauna’s riding your case way harder than she’s riding mine right now. Whatever Akilah needs, I’ll help her.”

By the time the championship States match gets to overtime, Shauna feels kind of nauseous. This was never going to be an easy win or anything,—it wouldn’t even be any fun if it was—but even in Shauna’s worst nightmares (presenting mid match, one of their omegas slicking herself on the pitch, playing in her underwear), they didn’t get to 3-3 or lose one of their starting players because Mari can’t shut up to save any of their lives, least of all her own. She’s been benched since like halftime after she got herself yellow carded by flipping the ref off after a bad call cost them a corner kick, and Crystal’s spent the entire fucking half she’s been playing stress humming and throwing a wrench in the normal midfield playbook they run on.

It’s not that Crystal is a bad attacking mid or anything, but she’s not even half as aggressive as Mari is and about twice as cautious about getting called for fouling someone. Not to mention that as much as Mari can piss Shauna off at times, on and off the pitch, Shauna, Mari, and Jackie have chemistry when they run plays together; it’s there with Tai, Nat, and even fucking Allie too, but there’s something almost animalistic about the the way Shauna and Mari create plays for Jackie. Crystal just doesn’t have that spark with Shauna or Jackie.

Shauna has half wanted to yell at Coach Martinez to just put Mari back in since the score got all tied up again, but Coach Martinez has never really given a fuck what they think about how he wants to coach them. It’s not like Shauna is the kind of girl who screams at her coach either.

This is the longest lesson he’s taught to Mari since the Manasquan match which he benched her all of 15 minutes into for mouthing off about letting Allie taking a corner kick instead of Tai. It’s not like even Mari and her fat mouth could go and get herself red carded now of all times when they’ve got like 2 minutes of additional time left. But the play is already in motion, and there’s nothing Shauna’s knotted up stomach can do about any of this shit now. She doesn’t even have control of the ball anymore.

Her heart is in her ears, pounding as she watches the ball progress down the pitch until Jackie—who looks off sides to Shauna, oh, shit—is signaling that she’s open, and then she’s heading it into the goal, and the ref isn’t even calling her as off sides—which is so typical; the rest of them can’t step a toe out of line without the whistle blowing, but Jackie can do what the fuck ever she wants and win them States, but holy shit, she just won them States! They’re New Jersey’s High School Girls’ Soccer State champions now!

Even better: they’re going to motherfucking Nationals!

Jackie is warm and solid and sweaty in a way that Shauna shouldn’t notice this much, but it doesn’t matter because they’re going to Nationals—they’re gonna win it too, as long as Mari doesn’t fuck them over by getting carded again and Allie learns to play under pressure for once in her fucking life. Putting a muzzle on Mari is probably easy enough as long as Jackie’s the one asking her. Fuck if Shauna knows why Mari obeys another omega like a well-trained dog, but as long as she listens, it’s fine.

It’s not like Jackie even likes Mari half as much as Mari likes Jackie.

“Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!”

Shauna’s so high on their win that she barely even hears whatever shitty pep talk Coach Martinez gives them in their post-match huddle. She just catches words—mostly Coach Scott’s—like “proud” and “great” and “champions.” They’re all hanging off of each other and laughing, even the girls who’ve been on the bench for most if not all of the match like Akilah and Mari.

Shauna’s gotta get home to shower before Lottie’s party which, well, now it’s definitely about States and not the McMansion. Thankfully, it’s all they have to do tonight since Coach Martinez has always said he’ll take them out to celebrate if they win Nationals, not States, even though they’re the best girls’ soccer team in New Jersey. Still, Shauna can’t help but be kind of excited about tonight. She’s not really excited about the party, sure, but she does like Lottie’s liquor cabinet and seeing her stupid drunk teammates grinning ear to ear. Plus she can get like actually drunk since Jeff’s for sure driving if it’s now an official party for the Yellowjackets. The ones who actually win shit at least.

The glow of victory, of being champions doesn’t start to wane until they’re in the parking lot. Allie is loading up into her mom’s minivan, trying not to look embarrassed about the fact that she’s the one girl on the team who can’t drive and couldn’t get a ride with someone else on the team despite (most of) their parents’ attendance when Taissa gets that serious look she gets when she’s about to chew someone out.

“Okay, Tai, lay it on us, who fucked up?” Van says, grinning broadly.

It works at least a little. Shauna catches the twitch of Tai’s mouth as she wrangles back a smile. “Seriously? That was Mari’s fourth yellow card this season. In a fucking championship game. We can’t have that kind of sloppiness during Nationals or the only trophy we’re taking home is for participation.”

Jackie smiles her team captain smile. “Okay, let’s take it down a notch. Yes, Mari has to be more careful during Nationals, but come on, Tai. Mari’s a team player! We both know that!”

From the look on Tai’s face, whatever work Van did to de-escalate a touch is blown up. Tai and Jackie get under each other’s skin like nobody else. “She gets yellow carded more than anyone else on the team, Jackie! She got fucking red carded against Somerville! We can’t have her screwing up during Nationals. Some of us don’t get another chance next year.”

“We’re in the same year, Tai. This is my last chance too. It means as much to as it does to you,” Mari says, scowling.

Tai’s mouth flat lines. “Then act like it.”

Shauna glances between the two of them, chewing on the inside of her cheek. “Taissa isn’t wrong, Mar. I know you care, but you can’t mouth off to refs during Nationals.”

“Fucking thank you! If you thought they were strict during States, imagine how fucking bad it’ll be for Nationals. You’ve seen how they call shit in the World Cup? Yeah, this is like our World Cup,” Tai says.

“Guys, Mari wants to win just as bad as any of us!” Jackie claps her hands together in that annoying fucking team captain way she does when she’s getting kind of pissed at them.

Shauna’s whole body feels tense and terrible as she grips her bag and her car keys.

“No one’s questioning if Mari wants to win. Tai is just wondering if Mari can behave to stay on the pitch,” Van says. “Look, we should all just go home and relax before Lott’s party.”

Natalie scoffs and shakes her head. Unlike most of the team, she doesn’t have anyone waiting for her. “Behave? What, is she a dog? Come on. Mari’s a team player, even when she gets mouthy.”

Taissa snorts. “She’s been fucking red carded. That’s not exactly MVP behavior. God, of course you’re defending her. Martinez lets you both get away with way too much.”

Gen shakes her head like she can’t believe this is happening, but Melissa nods jerkily next to her.

“Yeah, because we don’t get in the way of the team winning! God, do you think you’re talking to fucking Allie?” Mari’s still rolling her eyes like this isn’t serious at all. She’s not helping to convince anyone she actually gives a damn about if they win or lose Nationals, even though logically, Shauna knows she does.

“Come on, Allie’s not even here,” Natalie says.

No one even blinks. None of them fucking like Allie, not even Nat if she’d be honest for fucking once.

“Is this helping?” Laura Lee says. She’s got her hand on the little cross necklace Shauna didn’t see her put back on, rubbing it like a lucky rabbit’s foot.

“It would if you guys would stop telling Mari it’s fine that she can’t shut the fuck up!” Tai says.

“Okay, that’s a little harsh—” Van stops as fast as she started when Tai shoots her a look.

Crystal is stress humming some fucking show tune like she does when she’s trying to steal possession back or make herself open to receive a pass. It’s getting louder and louder, and Shauna kind of wants to shake her.

“Seriously, Taissa. I’m sure Mari will reign it in just fine. It’s not like she doesn’t put the team first. She’s not Allie,” Lottie says.

“Thank you!” Mari says.

Jackie tries to open her mouth, but Taissa throws her hands up. “You all keep fucking saying that, but literally today she didn’t!”

“That’s not fair. Mari was just mad the ref was handing them a set piece.” Gen’s frowning as she says it.

Their lingering families are starting to stare from their cars, even Van’s clearly wasted mom and high as a kite Mrs. Taylor. Shauna should be deterred by this, and she doesn’t think Mari exactly deserves all of this. But it feels kind of good to gang up on her like this.

And it’s not entirely undeserved. Mari really does have to learn to shut the fuck up for once in her life before Nationals, even if they have to duct tape her mouth shut. It’s for the good of the team.

It’s what most boys think should happen to omegas who run their mouths as bad as Mari does anyway.

Shauna doesn’t know where that came from, but then Jackie’s opening her mouth to wrangle them with her cheeks tinged pink and pretty and pissed the fuck off in that way that makes Shauna feel funny.

Tai cuts her off again, turning to Akilah, one of the two new second-string girls who Shauna doesn’t really know. “Akilah, you want to win, right?”

Akilah flounders under the attention, sending a panicked look to her friend, Rachel, like Rachel will do anything to stop Tai’s line of questioning.

Mari huffs. “Oh, fuck off, Tai! You of all people don’t get to act like I’m not a team player!

Jackie takes a deep breath, her fingers flexing. “Look, we’re just on edge because we all want to win. Mar knows that she can’t talk back to refs during Nationals, and Tai knows that Mari’s a team player. You both are. Right?” She’s using her team captain voice in a way that makes them all wince.

“I guess,” Mari says sourly.

“Fine. You’re right, Jackie,” Taissa says.

“Great!” Jackie claps her hands together. “So why don’t you guys apologize to each other?”

Tai squeezes her eyes shut, but she turns to Mari. “I’m sorry. I just… I want us to win.”

Mari’s shoulders relax finally. “I do too. I’m, like, sorry or whatever.” A car horn honks, and she startles. “Shit, Danny’s waiting for me.”

They all roll their eyes at that, even Laura Lee. None of them like Mari’s stupid fucking boyfriend or how much she talks about him. There’s no way his stupid knot (which Shauna only is forced to know he has because Mari makes a fuss about only dating alphas—like that’s hard when she’s only had the one boyfriend) is good enough to warrant how much Mari goes on and on about him, and Shauna seriously doubts he has much else to offer Mari or anyone else.

There’s this stupid memory playing over the snow and the trees like some silvery projection on the wall of Danny’s basement, an old movie she’s not watching. In the memory, Mari is laughing as she tries to teach Javi and her little brothers to play soccer in the sand. Travis refuses to join them, but she thinks he must be smiling too. Running on the sand is annoying. Running on the snow is worse.

Nothing has ever been this bad.

How the fuck did the plan go this wrong? The deck was stacked. Mari was going to do it. She was going to close her eyes and bash Shauna’s head in or choke her out or something, she hadn’t really figured it out yet, but it definitely wasn’t this. Shauna isn’t supposed to be hunting Mari to kill her.

But she is, and Mari doesn’t know how the hell she’s going to make it out of this alive.

She has to hide. She has to find somewhere she can hole up until morning, until Natalie gets back from calling for help, until Melissa can step up to the plate to kill Shauna like Mari was supposed to, until this isn’t her fucking life anymore.

She can do that. She already ditched her color block windbreaker and her pants and, less intentionally, her shoes. She propped them up like a scarecrow even. Shauna probably fucking hates that if she’s found it already.

The cold is needling her skin, but at least she stands out less amongst the white of the snow. At least it scattered her scent.

She has to tell herself she can make it. She has to make it.

She didn’t eat Jackie and Javi and Coach Scott to not fucking make it. It has to mean something that she did all of that. That’s what they always fucking tell themselves, but it doesn’t mean anything if Mari’s fucking dead.

She thinks she might be crying. She hasn’t let herself cry in a while. The last time was probably when Coach Scott maced her—even if she maced him first—and that wasn’t even her fault.

Before that… maybe it was after they let Javi die.

But Mari’s not going to die. She has to live. She has to.

She’s going to. She’s going to live and get rescued and get a cheeseburger with Natalie, with her kind-of-girlfriend, and she’s going to put out like Danny Mears always wanted but for Natalie who she wants to put out for, and it doesn’t even matter if anyone calls her a dyke for that because she’s alive and going home and nothing else matters, not even the fact that they didn’t get to play at Nationals.

The wet tracks down her cheeks are fucking freezing, but Mari doesn’t even sniffle. She’s going to brave and alive and okay and—what the fuck? Something smacks into Mari from the side, knocking her down like during that stupid game of capture the bone, and only when Mari thinks that, remembers that does she place the fucking scent.

“What the fuck, Shipman?” Crawling on her belly to try to pull away from Shauna’s body heat, Mari doesn’t see how this is fucking real.

“Did you think we were playing tag?” Shauna says in a snarl. She grabs Mari’s bare, cold leg and tugs on it.

Mari kicks out at her, not really caring if she hits Shauna as long as Shauna gets the fuck away from her. But then Shauna is pinning the backs of her stupid knees, trapping Mari like a wounded animal, and this can’t fucking happen. She doesn’t want to die here. She can’t.

“Hold still, bitch.”

There’s an inhuman squealing sound in Mari’s throat that she didn’t know she could make. “So you can murder me!?” She keeps struggling, even as Shauna tries to yank her back through the snow.

Shauna is crawling on top of her, and then she’s straddling Mari’s ass, and there’s something hard and hot and alpha poking into Mari through her nightgown.

The burning in her eyes is back, the tears that accompany it turning from hot to cold as they slide further down her face and into the snow. Her wrists are tingling, electric and frozen as she struggles in the snow, trying to push herself up and bolt. “Get the fuck off of me, you lesbo! Just because Jackie can’t fuck you—”

Shauna goes still on top of her, her full weight resting on Mari. “What the fuck did you just say?” She’s snarling over Mari, but her dick twitches so hard through her pants that Mari can feel it like there’s nothing between them.

Mari should shut up. She knows that she’s pissing Shauna off and that that’s bad, but it’s the only thing making her feel like she has any control over anything at all right now. It’s the only thing making her feel remotely normal.

Nothing has been normal since they crashed. Nothing is ever going to be normal again.

Somewhere deep down where she can’t admit it, Mari knows that.

Maybe that’s why she doesn’t shut up.

“I bet she lied about her designation so she wouldn’t have to ever fuck you. I mean, we all thought you’d be an omega. Did you want it up the ass, freak? She would’ve thought that was gross and dykey even before you presented!”

For a long moment, there’s only the sound of them both heaving and the team like animals in the distance.

Everything is cold. Everything has been cold, even before she shed her outer layers. But she didn’t realize the backs of her thighs could get even colder until they are as Shauna shifts down Mari’s body onto her thighs. And then Shauna is palming her ass through her panties.

God, she picked these panties for Natalie, thinking that when Nat got back she’d deserve some kind of stupid fucking prize for being Mari’s hero. They’re the nicest pair Mari has left with how many are practically colorless and all the pairs that have gone missing, probably lost in the mix of laundry that bleeds together. They’re not her favorite, but they’re cute: white with a pink lacy trim and a faded rose on the front that she’s had to sew back on twice with Akilah’s help, trying not to think about how they used that needle to stitch Van back together. Shauna’s not supposed to see them. No one but Natalie—and Akilah when they need repair—is supposed to see them, and now Shauna is squeezing Mari’s ass through them while Mari squirms.

Is she rubbing circles around Mari’s asshole?

Mari’s hips buck involuntarily. “You’re such a fucking pervert.”

Shauna presses down hard between Mari’s cheeks, and Mari can’t help the strangled noise she makes.

She’s not sure when her panties got so wet. Is she slicking up? What the fuck? She doesn’t like this. She doesn’t want to do anal with Shauna Shipman like some kind of freak.

“Most omegas in pre-heat don’t want their ass fucked this badly, Mar. Usually, they want their pussy knotted, but you’ve always been a slut.” Shauna has the audacity to say it conversationally like fucking Mari up the ass and talking about her cycle of all things is no different from commenting on the news—does her cycle count as news to them out here? Is this no different from complaining about the weather forecast before practice?

God, she can feel how swollen her pussy and clit are getting as Shauna rubs tight little circles over her asshole, pressing down through her panties in a way that shouldn’t turn Mari on at all, let alone enough that her pussy twitches around nothing.

Shauna dips down past it finally, dragging the pad of her finger through the wet gusset of Mari’s panties. She rubs along the seam of Mari’s folds, coaxing more and more slick out of Mari. “Your panties are even cuter on you. Did you only pack the slutty stuff, or was all of it slutty?”

“What the fuck? Have you been stealing my—” Mari cuts herself off with a groan as Shauna’s finger trails up and finds the swollen, stiff nub of her clit to circle it almost lazily. “Stop it.”

Shauna hums. Her finger retreats and tugs at the elastic waistband. She lifts her own hips and plants one hand between Mari’s shoulders to force Mari’s panties down her thighs with the other hand. Once she’s got them down to Mari’s knees, she finally lets go of Mari’s back. Mari squirms desperately under her as Shauna spreads her cheeks, exposing more of her than any doctor has ever seen. “Has Natalie fucked you here yet?” Shauna taps Mari’s asshole with what must be the same finger she’s been molesting Mari with if its slickness is anything to go by.

Mari wails, trying to scrabble forward in the snow even with Shauna’s weight on the backs of her thighs. “Oh, my God! You’re such a freak! Just because you and Melissa like it up the ass—”

A wet glob drops onto Mari’s asshole, warmer than the air around them but colder than the fresh tears running down Mari’s cheeks. The shock of it turns Mari’s whole body rigid. Shauna just spit on her asshole.

“You shouldn’t talk to me like that, Mari. When are you going to get it into your head that I own you all? In case you forgot, Lottie put me in charge because your little girlfriend is a traitor and a murderer.” Shauna sounds so fucking smug, so fucking awful as she presses her spit into Mari’s asshole with her thumb, pushing ever so slightly into the rim. It’s just enough pressure and just enough slip to fit, but there’s friction too. This isn’t an intrusion Mari was made to take, even if she wanted to.

Her shoulders shake as she tries to bite down her sob. “Shauna, it hurts.”

Shauna makes this little scoffing noise that Mari barely hears over the sound of her own heartbeat in her ears. She must be sneering, but Mari can’t see anything but the white of the snow before her and the pale backs of her hands balled into fists in it. “If you let me take care of you, it won’t.”

It’s such bullshit that Mari doesn’t bite down the next sob as Shauna’s thumb presses in a little more, a little harder to split Mari’s asshole open as if this is what sex is. Mari knows what sex is—she’s had it, even if Danny was only inside her for a few minutes. Having Shauna’s thumb pressing into her asshole with her spit as some pathetic mockery of, like, lube or whatever probably shouldn’t feel as much like sex with Danny as it does.

She doesn’t want it to hurt again. Nat said it wasn’t supposed to hurt, and she promised she would be gentle—but that was Nat, and this is Shauna who fucking hates Mari.

“Please…” Mari doesn’t mean to whine. She just wants Shauna to leave her alone. She wants to not be here, beneath Shauna with her panties at her knees and Shauna’s thumb inside her where it definitely doesn’t belong.

“Melissa liked my spit just fine, but omegas are kind of pathetic, aren’t you? Do you want me to use your slick to help you take it better, Mar? Is that how you need me to take care of you?” Shauna’s thumb has stopped pushing in, leaving a stagnant pressure with the walls of her asshole in a humiliating vice grip around it.

“Fuck off,” Mari spits out, her voice cracked and raw as she says it.

Shauna grunts as her thumb pushes in a little bit more, the burn making Mari’s pussy slick up even more like some sort of desperate attempt to protect herself, some stupid animal instinct Mari doesn’t want to have right now or fucking ever. She doesn’t like this. She doesn’t.

“What was that?” Shauna’s breath is hot on the back of Mari’s neck as the weight of her breasts come to hang over Mari’s spine. “Do you not want your alpha to take care of you?”

Shauna’s not her fucking alpha, but Mari can’t help but slick up even more at that. Her cunt must be a sopping mess right now, and it’s just about the worst thing that’s ever happened to Mari.

She wishes Shauna was dead. She wishes Shauna hadn’t moved during the fucking draw and fucked up their plan. She wishes Natalie was here or her mom or someone who would hold her hand and pet her hair and make Shauna leave her the fuck alone.

“You don’t have to do this,” Mari says, knowing that Shauna won’t listen. She doesn’t want to beg for it. She can’t ask Shauna to use her own slick as lube for anal. That’s not even something Mari wants to do with Natalie or her future husband assuming she makes it out of this or who the fuck ever else might want that from her one day.

Shauna’s tongue laps at Mari’s earlobe like Gen’s slobbery white dog licking her face, warm at the touch and cold as it leaves her covered in more of Shauna’s gross fucking spit. “But you need it. It would be cruel to deny an omega going into heat anything she needed.”

The pressure in her ass feels easier somehow now that Shauna’s gone still inside her again, but it’ll hurt more once Shauna pushes up to the knuckle or starts thrusting. Mari knows that. This can’t be her only fucking choice. There has to be a way out. There’s always a way out, someone willing to intervene and pull Shauna off of her—out of her this time. Except… everyone is hunting her right now, at least officially. Akilah is probably busy luring Lottie away, and Gen must be with Tai to have separated her from Shauna, and Melissa fucking failed or didn’t even try, and Nat is hiking up a mountain to call for rescue, and Mari has no fucking clue where Robin and Britt’s loyalties lie.

Shauna’s thumb twitches in Mari’s ass.

Mari can’t help but desperately try to kick even with her thighs pinned.

Shauna grunts. “Relax, Mar. I’m barely even inside you yet.”

“What?” That can’t be fucking true. It’s so much, stretching her out in a way she wasn’t made to handle, in a way that’s not fucking natural or normal. At least half of Shauna’s fucking thumb must be in her asshole right now.

“Are you dumb? I said I’m barely inside you. We aren’t even at the first knuckle yet.” Shauna nips at Mari’s earlobe and presses her thumb a little harder, not deeper but almost hooking it against the walls of Mari’s ass.

Mari can’t tell if Shauna is lying. She’s never had anything in her ass before, but it doesn’t really feel like Shauna’s at the knuckle yet, does it? Fuck, it already hurts so much. “… Please, Shauna. Just… just use my—my…” Mari doesn’t want to say it. She closes her mouth furiously and lets the sob rattle around her throat instead.

“Your what, Mar?” Shauna says.

“My slick,” Mari forces herself to say. “Just… finger me with my slick. Please. Shauna, please.”

The pressure in Mari’s ass finally lets up as Shauna drags her thumb out. “Aw. Well, since you asked so nicely.” Before Mari can dredge up anything to say, Shauna is rubbing the swollen folds of Mari’s sopping pussy with two fingers.

Humiliatingly, it’s almost worse to have Shauna teasing at her cunt like this, rubbing around the entrance instead of pushing up and in where, despite herself, Mari needs Shauna filling her. She doesn’t want it, but she can feel herself clenching up around nothing.

Mari whines like some kind of dying animal when Shauna’s fingers abandon her pussy to prod at her asshole again. Is Shauna going to put two in this time? Can Mari take that? She couldn’t even take Shauna’s thumb, the fraction of it that pressed inside her.

One finger taps the rim of Mari’s loose asshole, making Mari flinch and her poor, empty pussy clench around nothing. And then Shauna’s finger is sinking into Mari, making them both groan. It doesn’t hurt as much as Mari wants it to.

“Relax. Let me take care of you. You need this,” Shauna says, her breath hot at the shell of Mari’s ear. “You need me.”

Mari whimpers at the feeling of Shauna’s knuckles bumping against Mari’s ass as she bottoms out. Fuck, Shauna’s entire finger is buried in her asshole, stretching her out in a way she didn’t know she could be. Shauna was right. Her own slick makes it easier. God, did she just clench down around it? She’s never been full like this before.

Shauna presses a kiss to the side of Mari’s jaw, her mouth open to smear her spit and leave Mari shivering as the tension seeps out of her. It feels better now that she’s gone slack.

“There’s my girl.” Shauna’s finger starts rocking in and out of Mari’s asshole, fucking her like a whore, like the kind of girl Mari knows better than to let herself be, like she’s easy. Is she easy now?

She’s doing anal. She’s doing anal with Shauna Shipman, even if she doesn’t want to. Shauna’s finger fucking her ass, and they aren’t even dating. She doesn’t even like Shauna as she contracts around her finger, trying to pull it deeper as her pussy gushes more and more slick. Oh, fuck, that’s another finger sliding in now, sinking deep into her like Shauna must have sunken into Melissa a dozen times.

Did Melissa take more than Shauna’s fingers up the ass? She has a cunt too. Mari remembers the week she was out as she presented, and the way her panties changed from boy shorts to boxer briefs after that—not that Mari was looking at Melissa’s panties before she presented. But did Shauna knot her there or did she take Melissa’s ass that way?

Is she going to do that to Mari?

Her cunt clenches desperately around nothing as a familiar coil tightens in her gut. Something is wrong with her. She doesn’t want Shauna to knot her anywhere, not her ass or her pussy or even her fist. She wants to not be here. She wants Nat to get back and take care of her through the rest of her pre-heat and once she tips into full-blown heat too. She wants her girlfriend to knot her and paint her womb white and make her beg for more, not Shauna fucking Shipman’s crazy ass.

But Shauna is the one with two fingers up Mari’s asshole, fucking her so hard that Mari’s hips are moving in the snow. Mari can’t help the soft little squeals that pour out of her, can’t help the way her fists twitch and her back arches with every thrust. It’s not her fault her pussy is swollen with need and her clit aches from neglect.

She just needs to get off, and then… and then…

“I knew you’d like this. God, you’re so fucking easy.” Shauna grunts as she works her fingers particularly roughly into Mari, curling them as they bottom out.

It shouldn’t make her cunt flutter. Shauna is raping her ass and calling her a slut while she does it. A normal person wouldn’t get off on that, but Mari whines high and needy, bucking back against Shauna’s fingers.

Rape isn’t supposed to feel good. Anal isn’t something Mari is supposed to like.

The coil is twisted up inside her, but it won’t fucking burst, and it’s making Mari sob harder than she’s sobbed since she broke her wrist as a kid. She feels fucking pathetic and miserable and full and desperate for more, no matter how much she doesn’t want more from Shauna.

What will Natalie say if Mari just keeps taking this? There’s no way Shauna won’t tell her once she’s back. If Shauna lets her live, then Mari will probably have to sit there and listen to Shauna tell Nat how Mari let her force her fingers up Mari’s ass, how she made Mari cum her fucking brains out during anal sex, how Mari didn’t even remember her sort-of-girlfriend during it.

She can’t let that happen. She can’t do that to Natalie.

“Stop it,” Mari says breathlessly, trying to crawl forward in the snow to pull herself off of Shauna’s fingers.

Somehow, Shauna lets her, the pressure letting up until Mari’s ass is as empty as her cunt. The relief doesn’t last long. “Roll over.”

The command almost makes Mari flinch which might be the worst part. She flexes her wrists, pushing herself up so that the damp front of her nightgown burns even worse somehow, clinging to her aching nipples and raw skin. “I’m not your fucking dog, Shauna.”

There’s a series of crunches behind her as she heaves, and then Shauna’s foot is in her ribs, knocking her over onto her side and then her back. “Be a good bitch and stay.”

Mari blinks, disoriented as she lies in the snow with her belly up and vulnerable. The world comes back into focus for her to watch Shauna’s face draw nearer. Shauna is standing above her, leaning down to sneer at her. If Mari wasn’t so fucking tired, she’d spit at Shauna.

If it wouldn’t make things so much worse. If it was as easy as saying something she shouldn’t.

Her vision blurs. Shauna turns into nothing but vague shapes and colors in the snow. It’s easier like this.

But Shauna snaps her fingers in Mari’s face disapprovingly. “This is real, Mari. I’m gonna fuck you, and you’re gonna watch me do it. Got it?” She yanks Mari’s panties the rest of the way down her leg then fishes her cock out of her pants, stiff and dusky and veiny. It looks almost as angry as she does.

Mari doesn’t want to think it’s pretty, but she does.

For some reason, Mari can’t help but fixate on how it’s uncut, even though she remembers Shauna’s bat mitzvah and how Shauna’s nose had twitched so cutely as she recited the haftarah. She guesses it would have been hard to circumcise out here after Shauna’s body changed with her presentation, but she bets Misty’s creepy beta ass offered as much.

It’s like Mari blinks and Shauna is bringing it to her cunt. She should really fucking kick her or scream or something, but the slick sounds of Shauna’s cock rubbing against her sopping folds make her face burn hot with shame in the cold. Shauna grunts once she’s lined up how she wants to be. Mari shouldn’t just lie there and take it. What’s wrong with her? Why won’t her body react?

All Mari does is watch as Shauna pushes into her, blunt pressure filling her up and forcing her open. It’s too much. Her pussy squeezes around Shauna’s cock in an attempt to push it out, but she isn’t in pain. It’s that same hot feeling that coils up in her when she plays with her clit alone at night, threatening to burst already as she feels her pulse racing in her cunt.

“No, don’t, you—you fucking psycho.” Mari can’t help but gasp, trying to make sense of when this became her life.

“Be honest.” Shauna moans as Mari’s fluttering cunt tightens enough to push her out half an inch.

And then Mari’s whole body tenses up as Shauna splits her open anyway, pushing all the way in without any more resistance. Her feet twitch against the snow, the absence of pain in her body not catching up with her brain. It’s supposed to hurt, isn’t it? It had hurt so much when Danny had been inside of her, holding her down.

Shauna twitches her hips against Mari’s, the head of her cock rubbing against something sensitive and achey at the very back of Mari’s pussy. What the hell is that? Why does she want Shauna to do that again? “This is better than when Danny fucked you, isn’t it?”

The coil in her finally bursts, and she cums with a violent shudder, crying out in pleasure and humiliation as she gushes, wet and messy and pathetic and just like pissing herself, all over Shauna. She wants to die. She wants the ground to split open and swallow her whole, for the cold to devour her. She’s supposed to hide until Shauna is dead and Nat calls for help and then she’s supposed to have sex with Natalie to celebrate going home, and Shauna is ruining it, and Mari is letting her, lying there feeling so full she half thinks she’ll burst.

Even Shauna’s laughter sounds smug. “Holy shit. Did you cum already? Is Natalie really that fucking bad at this?”

All Mari can manage is a broken gasp. “Fuck you.” The cold is seeping back in. Her nightgown is wet and sticking to her back.

“Well, if you insist.” Shauna presses her thumb bruisingly into Mari’s clit, and the whole world zeroes in on that feeling, too intense for Mari to not twitch violently as she tries uselessly to pull her hips away from Shauna.

But Mari can’t swallow the desperate, needy whines that escape her. She can feel it hot in her gut again as Shauna squelches in and out of Mari. As she can’t help but squeeze Shauna’s stiff, thick cock, trying to bring it even deeper into her now. It feels achingly, humiliatingly good as Shauna’s hips start moving, rocking her cock in and out of Mari who can’t help but clench around it. She can feel Shauna’s pulse burrowing deep inside her sopping pussy. No matter what she wants, her body likes having Shauna raping her so roughly, filling her up so much more than she’s ever imagined.

“You’re taking me so well. Such a good little omega whore. So good I bet it’ll catch even if I don’t knot you,” Shauna says. She’s panting raggedly in Mari’s face, almost snarling at her. God, she keeps hitting the deepest part of Mari and making it ache.

That can’t fucking happen. Shauna can’t knot Mari—she can’t get pregnant. She can’t be like Shauna was, trapped in this horrible place and trapped in her own body.

But she can’t deny that her pussy clenches down hard at those horrifying words, intensifying the drag of Shauna’s cock.

“Fuck, you want me to breed you that badly?” Shauna sounds amazed, smiling cruelly as her hips speed up, jack-hammering her cock in and out of Mari’s needy pussy, bullying in too deep and too hard and making Mari want so much more.

“Get—get out of me, gaywad,” Mari says in a desperate gasp. She can’t want that. She can’t let Shauna do that to her.

The wet squelching noises only seems to get louder with every thrust. It makes her face burn, the humiliation feeding her own arousal. Shauna is making her that wet, drenching her with her own slick. She’s fucking Mari into her heat again, using her like a sex doll, like she’s nothing but a hole to get Shauna's knot wet in and to take her seed. Is she whimpering? Why can’t she shut up? Are her thighs spreading more to give Shauna better access? Why does she like it this much?

Shauna lifts Mari’s hips up to drive herself into Mari’s omega cunt at a new angle, hitting something that makes Mari’s insides practically convulse as she tries to pull away from that too good, too much feeling.

She’s sobbing now, gasping and moaning and, despite herself, locking her legs around Shauna’s hips to pull her deeper somehow. Shauna’s knot bumps the lips of Mari’s pussy once, then twice, then Mari is digging her heels into Shauna’s hips. She shouldn’t want this. She doesn’t want to be pregnant, let alone for it to be Shauna’s. She still can’t stop her begging. “Please, please don’t—I can’t—oh, fuck…”

“Ask nicely like a good breeding bitch, Mar,” Shauna says, gripping Mari’s hair to tug her head back sharply, exposing her throat more.

Mari gasps, her walls convulsing even harder as she cums again. “Knot me—oh, my God, Shauna, please.” Her vision blurs as Shauna forces her knot inside, stretching her past the point of pain and into overdrive so she almost doesn’t feel the shock of the first rope of cum spurting hotly into her womb. Through the haze, she thinks she sees Shauna smirking. Then the world goes almost white with the force of her orgasm. Stars dance over her vision as the tenderness of her pussy spikes around Shauna’s knot.

She tries to squirm back, pulling away from Shauna, but Shauna keeps grinding in, slow and shallow now as her knot almost yanks at Mari’s entrance. It’s still more than enough to lean more painful than not, especially as her walls flutter, trying to adjust to this new fullness. Her voice is high and desperate as she gasps and whines. Is something this painful supposed to feel this good? She’s so tender, but—God, she can feel the aftershocks of her last orgasm building into another, smaller one.

Shauna brings a hand back down to Mari’s aching clit and rubs lazily.

Her toes curl as her whole body tenses up, her orgasm intensifying so much she thinks she might be screaming beneath the ringing in her ears.

Shauna leans forward to lick a stripe up her throat. It’s disgusting and wet and—and Mari likes it. Then Shauna’s hand, wet with Mari’s arousal, is at her jaw, nudging her mouth open.

If her brain wasn’t fogged over with how good she feels, she’d know better than to open her mouth for Shauna. She wants to believe that. But she thinks of the stew Shauna had spat in, a thick wad of her saliva dropping into Mari’s food with a smug smile, and her mouth falls open helplessly. She feels her pussy clench up again when Shauna spits directly onto her tongue. She swallows it greedily with a flinch.

Another load of cum spurts into Mari’s womb. She’s going to get pregnant. She’s going to get fat and horny and pregnant, and she should hate that so much more than she does. She could die carrying Shauna’s stupid fucking baby. Is she getting even wetter? Is that possible?

“You’re seriously getting wetter? You’re so fucking greedy, Mari.” Shauna growls as she tries to press her cock even deeper into Mari. “You want another pup? You want a whole litter?”

What kind of fucking barbarian calls it that? Mari makes a strangled noise as the words “pup” and “litter” echo around her head.

Shit, doesn’t she have a girlfriend, sort of? She shouldn’t be using her legs, still wrapped around Shauna, to help her try to fuck deeper into Mari’s tender pussy. Least of all when it hurts so fucking good.

With Mari’s hips still angled up, Shauna’s cock keeps pressing over that spot along her walls that makes her see stars, and Mari is sure that she’s screaming now. It’s so much—too much, but Shauna is still rocking her knot in and out as much as she can, forcing another orgasm out of her, making her convulse around Shauna’s fat fucking knot. She can’t tell how much of the cold wetness coating her inner thighs and ass is from her own slick and how much of it is from the snow—and Shauna is cumming in her again, and even with her knot buried in Mari to keep all of that cum inside her and make it catch, everything is so slippery that Mari has a momentary fear that Shauna is going to slide out of her by mistake. The thought makes her clench down even tighter.

It hurts so much, and this is still rape, isn’t it? This is real rape, not like what Danny did. Shauna’s not her boyfriend—God, Shauna could be her boyfriend.

Does Mari want Shauna to be her boyfriend? All she knows is that she doesn’t want it to stop even as tears turn cold on her cheeks and her throat burns, feeling as raw as her pussy does.

“Oh, Jesus fucking—Shauna, what the fuck?”

All Mari can actually see is Shauna and the tops of the trees and the sky above her, but she knows that voice. That’s got to be Taissa. Her screaming must have led Tai to find her underneath Shauna, knotted but still being fucked like some kind of omega slut. Like Shauna’s omega slut, who must have rolled over to get fucked by Shauna even though she belongs to Nat. God, she hates how that thought makes her pussy flutter. If Taissa had been coming upon them before Shauna forced her way inside of Mari, maybe Mari would be grateful to hear her voice. But now it’s just humiliating.

“What? She was asking for it,” Shauna says.

Mari can’t help but keen at that, clenching her pussy around Shauna’s throbbing knot to milk it and coax another load of cum into her. Her womb must be full of it. She’s going to get pregnant with Shauna’s dykey fucking litter. Shauna is breeding her. Mari is good at being bred even, good at taking Shauna’s cock no matter how much it hurts and asking for more. She shudders violently under Shauna, head lolling to the side enough to see the face of disgust Taissa has on, and to see Van and Gen at her side looking equally horrified. That disgust is for her and what a slutty omega she is, letting herself get raped and bred in front of the team. She feels like she’s going to burst. It’s throbbing so deep in her clit, sharp and electric and blindingly painful, too good to possibly be true. She lets out a long, breathy whine.

“Aw, Mar, does your sloppy pussy need me to breed it some more, slut?” Shauna smirks as she grinds her knot even harder. The squelching from it, from Mari’s cunt is so loud and obscene that Van’s face morphs into complete and utter disdain. Shauna is humiliating her in front of their friends, their teammates. No one is ever going to respect her again, least of all when her belly rounds over with Shauna’s pups. They’re going to remember what she looks like with Shauna buried deep inside her and know she’s so pathetic and needy that all it takes to reduce her to this is Shauna’s cock.

“Shauna, she’s gonna get pregnant,” Van says. Mari almost doesn’t understand how she can say it like that’s a bad thing. Like the thought doesn’t make something deep in her ache with want.

Shauna lets out a little scoff-like laugh. “That’s the plan.”

“She could die.” Van looks urgent and scared now.

And—and Mari could die, but she could die pregnant—

“She was supposed to die today. She’s lucky I’m giving her my pups instead.” Shauna pinches one of Mari’s pebbled nipples through her nightgown and twists.

The soaked fabric of her nightgown is so cold it hurt as Mari’s back arches off the snow to sob. She didn’t know she could actually cum this many times. It hurts so much she’s really, really crying, but she can’t find the words to ask Shauna to stop either. Even if Shauna would listen. Even if Mari really wanted her to.

“Stop it!” Mari thinks that must Gen speaking, but she feels so fucking wrecked now that she can’t be sure. Her brain feels like melting wax. She’s never felt this good—this much in her whole life.

Somewhere through the haze, she finds herself praying to the fucking dirt or maybe even God that Shauna will fuck her again. She needs it.

The horn blows.

Did someone die? Is Akilah okay? Mari feels sluggish as she tries to open her mouth to ask. Is she really in full-blown heat now? Did Shauna rape her into her heat?

“The Wilderness is happy with us.” Lottie’s voice cuts through the ringing in Mari’s ears. When did Lottie get here?

Mari forces herself to concentrate through the haze of her heat and look over at where Lottie’s voice is coming from. Sure enough, there she is with the horn in hand and all her imposing furs. Akilah isn’t with her. Where the hell is Akilah?

The howling and cawing has been replaced by crunching snow, footsteps, then gasps.

“I thought she was fucking dead!” Melissa’s voice squeaks worse than ever. Her stupid mask is still on. She looks pathetic. Shauna dumped her in front of everyone. Well, Mari’s pretty sure it counts as getting dumped for your girlfriend to point a gun at you. That’s why Mari let Gen tell her. That’s why she was supposed to kill Shauna once Mari drew the queen. Did she even try? Did Shauna find Mari to rape and knot her first? Did Melissa let her go?

Shauna’s dick twitches in Mari, and Mari groans, her eyes and cunt both squeezing shut as best they can. Shauna’s knot pulses and another rope of cum is coaxed out of it.

Everyone’s going to know who the father is when she’s carrying Shauna’s stupid fucking litter. God, is she going to want it even more now that it’s caught? It has to have.

She wants it to have.

And then she wants Shauna to fuck her again and again and—

“Oh, wow… Shauna, I should check your tie. We have to get Mari out of the cold if she’s going to carry your pups—she’s going to, right?” Misty sounds entirely overeager, and it should disgust Mari, should piss her the fuck off.

Instead, she shivers again beneath Shauna, her eyes bursting back open. It’s getting darker out. It’s been getting darker, hasn’t it?

Shauna licks along Mari’s jaw. “That’s right. Mari’s my omega now.”

“Poor Natalie,” Misty says.

Mari’s eyes burn again as they land on Misty. She forgot about Nat, but Misty fucking Quigley remembered. She’s never hated her designation more.

“It’s her own fault. She should’ve knotted the dumb bitch if she didn’t want me to.” Shauna presses down on Mari’s clit again.

Mari’s calves flex in the snow, her hips jerking and tugging on their tie painfully as she practically wheezes. She’s too sensitive for this, even with her heat.

Misty pushes her glasses up. “Right, well. It would hurt her and her chances of catching for you to pull out early, but if I can just check your tie, then we can figure out how to move her so she doesn’t get hypothermia like—”

Shauna growls, low and angry.

“Um, if you could spread her for me?” Misty sounds nervous as she comes closer.

That seems to do the trick. Shauna straightens up and adjusts them both, gripping Mari’s hips to pull her into Shauna’s lap. She lightly swats Mari’s ass when she whimpers. “This is for your own good, Mar.” And then she’s spreading Mari’s pussy as wide as she can around her own knot with no regard for all the gross wet noises Mari’s pussy is making.

The stretch of it would hurt even if Mari wasn’t so tender from Shauna raping and knotting her. Mari can’t help but practically convulse in Shauna’s lap, her pussy spasming around Shauna’s knot and coaxing it a weak pulse of cum out of it. Mari is too embarrassed not to bury her face in her arms.

She stills hear it when Misty squeaks. “Oh, wow. Um… it looks like you did a great job knotting her, Shauna. Wow, that tie looks… I have to touch it to make sure it’s as secure as it looks.”

It sounds like bullshit to Mari, but then a second cold set of hands that must be Misty’s are touching Mari’s cunt. Misty ghosts her fingers along the entire rim of Mari’s pussy, making Mari shiver despite how hot her body is getting.

Shauna groans, low and rumbly. Her cock gets stiffer inside of Mari, her knot throbbing as more hot cum dribbles out into Mari womb. Fuck, is she going into rut?

Mari shifts her arms to try and peek at what’s happening.

Oh, shit.

Misty is rubbing at Shauna’s knot with one hand and squeezing her balls with the other. That can’t be medically necessary, can it? But Shauna is getting so stiff and hard again inside Mari as Misty massages her knot and balls. Shauna’s gonna give her a real litter at this rate.

Mari lets out a long whine at the thought.

“Misty,” Shauna says, trying to stifle her own groaning, “can we move her or not?”

“Yes! Yes, we can move her. Your tie is very secure. She took it right where she needed to, and you knotted her so—wow, so nicely. Honestly, I’d be surprised if it didn’t catch, but you could try a better breeding position next time to make sure she does.” Misty looks dazed as her breaths puff out white and heavy in the air.

Shauna huffs, steadying herself again. She sneers. “Natalie! Come help me carry her.”

Mari’s stomach drops. Nat can’t be here. She can’t see Mari caught on Shauna’s knot and still being bred. She’s supposed to be calling for help, not finding out Mari’s cheating or something.

Everything feels so hazy and hot, even with the cold creeping in at the edges of Mari’s senses. She can hear the snow crunching as she watches Shauna lick her hand clean of Mari’s slick, dragging her tongue slow and deliberate over her fingers, replacing one wetness with another.

Shauna pauses before she licks her other hand, her head tilting like a predator as she looks down at Mari.

Both their pulses tick away where they’re tied together. Mari’s not really sure when they synced up like that, but the feeling of Shauna’s heart beating in her knot to the same rhythm as Mari’s in her cunt is so intimate that Mari’s toes twitch.

“Oh! Good, her circulation isn’t cut off!” Misty says.

But Shauna is bringing the hand still covered in Mari’s slick to Mari’s mouth, nudging her lips even farther apart and saying, “Open.”

She does, and three of Shauna’s fingers force their way into her mouth. Mari doesn’t need to be told to lick as Shauna finger-fucks her mouth. Are these the same fingers that were in her ass? The thought is so filthy that Mari whines around Shauna’s fingers, around the taste of her own salty-sweet slick.

The snow stops crunching, but even as her nose twitches, Mari doesn’t smell Natalie. She doesn’t smell another alpha at all.

“What the fuck?” Shauna sounds mad, almost like she did when she shot at Melissa. Her fingers are still in Mari’s mouth, weighing down over her tongue. “Take your mask off.”

Mari tries to turn her head to see, but Shauna won’t quite let her.

“Where the fuck is Natalie!?”

Her pussy relaxes around Shauna’s knot as she exhales. Somehow, it makes her even more aware of the warm, wet cum buried deep in her. She’s really in heat, letting Shauna breed her, isn’t she?

After winning the States championship match, watching Jackie and Jeff dancing and sneaking kisses feels like torture. How could Shauna possibly forget that this is her life? Not the high of the soccer pitch or the warmth of victory or anything remotely good. No, Shauna gets reminders that her best friend would rather spend the night celebrating their victory with her stupid fucking boyfriend, that no matter what, she’ll always be second best if she’s lucky.

Jackie smiles and waves like some kind of fucking princess as Jeff spins her so her back is to his front.

Shauna can remember how his stupid boner feels against her own ass, knows Jackie must be feeling it or at least the start of it against hers now. She hates herself for thinking about this. She feels sick as she forces her mouth up into a smile.

She’s got her red solo cup in a vice grip so tight it’s crinkling and sloshing around in her hand. Would she feel better if she drained it all? She told herself that she’d feel better if she applied early admission to Brown, and then she did, and she got in, and now there’s a wall between her and Jackie that she constructed. She told herself that she’d feel better if she fucked Jeff, a mantra like a shield once his dick was out and her panties were pulled down, and now she doesn’t know how to stop fucking Jeff, and it’s turned into a needle in of a doll of Jackie with every stroke. Will she ever stop telling herself that?

Maybe when she’s finally cut free from Jackie.

Jesus Christ. Shauna downs the last of her beer and tears her gaze away from Jackie. She lands on where Tai and Van are playing beer pong against Gen and Melissa, more of Jackie’s extras, the people who fill in the margins of her life. Everything begins and ends with Jackie, doesn’t it?

It doesn’t have to.

Shauna leaves the backyard. She doesn’t need to be here, watching.

Instead, she wanders through the throng of people inside, side-stepping and weaving through them and the drunk grins and congratulations from people she’s sure barely remember her name or anything about her beyond that she’s one of Jackie’s Yellowjackets. She can’t help but hate them just a little.

In the kitchen, Nat is chugging beer, racing against Randy fucking Walsh like that’s a good time or something. Shauna scoffs as she turns in the doorway, not wanting to watch Randy be a sore loser when Nat inevitably outdrinks him. God, she can’t believe how obsessed Jackie is with getting her to fuck him. It’s not like Jackie would ever fuck Randy. Who would?

Shauna steps over a couple lip-locked on the stairs and crushes a red solo cup under her heel, trying to blink away the vision of Jackie and Jeff. She wants to hide away in one of the dozens of rooms in Lottie’s McMansion, the purpose of which even Lottie herself can’t answer for. It must be so lonely to live here. Maybe that’s why Lottie is always happy to host parties.

The music seems to get quieter as Shauna turns down a hall where all the doors are closed and most of them are locked. Most. Shauna remembers what Lottie told the team the first time she hosted a party: this is the wing of her house where she locks every door but the second to last door on both sides before a party to make it easier to clean up after or something like that.

It sounds like someone else remembered that too. Is that someone whimpering? It sounds kind of familiar, but Shauna can’t place it. She can only see that the door is ajar, cracks of light slipping through.

She should probably leave. There are enough bathrooms in Lottie’s house to hog one and mope.

“Danny, wait, slow down, I don’t want to—ow!” That’s Mari. Mari who’s always talking about her stupid alpha boyfriend the whole team hates.

Shauna slips into the door, sucking her stomach in to fit through with the memory of every stupid joke they’ve told about the way Danny talks to Mari like she’s his dog buzzing in her head. And then she freezes in place.

Danny is pinning Mari to the bed on her belly, one hand keeping her wrists above her head and the other pawing under her skirt. His mouth is on her earlobe as Mari whimpers and squirms under him.

Neither of them notice Shauna. No one ever notices Shauna, not really. They notice Jackie’s best friend and the defensive midfielder and the honor roll student maybe, but they never notice Shauna.

There’s cotton in her brain.

“You’re hurting me,” Mari says, sniffling as Danny’s shoulder starts to really work. Is he rubbing her cunt through her panties? Is she wet? Omegas are supposed to slick up like crazy. They didn’t really talk about it in health class, but everyone knows that.

Shauna wishes she could smell what Danny can right now. Sometimes, she catches whiffs of it—the scent of scared omegas wafting out over the pitch or the stench of alpha too strong to be totally repressed by someone’s scent blockers in the hallways. Does Mari smell scared right now? Shauna can’t see her face with her cheek pressed into the white duvet and her dark hair sprawled out over her like a widow’s veil, can’t see if Mari looks scared. She sounds it.

“It’s fine, Mar. It’s gonna be okay, baby. I just need you to relax, okay?” He sounds kinder than Shauna’s ever heard him.

Mari shakes her head. “You said we could wait—Danny, I don’t want—not here.”

“Don’t you wanna be a good girlfriend?” Danny shifts his legs until his knees are boxing Mari’s hips in place, and finally Shauna can see him pulling Mari’s panties—an obnoxious, bright yellow, tiny enough that Shauna thinks Mari must be wearing a thong, that Danny expecting Mari to fuck him makes sense.

Mari stops squirming under Danny all at once, her body going limp like this doll Shauna used to have that’d splay every time she stopped supporting it. Shauna would think she was dead if she wasn’t breathing still.

How have neither of them noticed her? Do betas really not smell like anything to alphas and omegas? Jackie’s said Shauna and Jeff smell the same at a base level, skin and cheap detergent and the same men’s deodorant Jackie thinks she should stop using. Shauna might as well not be here at all, watching Mari flinch as Danny fumbles with the zipper of his jeans. It’s like her breathing is lost in theirs, her entire existence muted. All because she never fucking presented.

Danny’s dick isn’t as big as Shauna thought an alpha’s was supposed to be. It looks close in size to Jeff’s, maybe a little thicker. And then it’s vanishing into Mari whose calves flex desperately beneath Danny as she tries to kick like she’s throwing a tantrum.

Like all Danny’s done wrong is buy her the wrong flowers.

“Fuck! Get it out! Danny, stop, I don’t like it!” Mari sounds hysterical in a way Shauna’s never heard her get, not even when they were kids and they drank soda together for the first time and watched a movie too scary for them at a sleepover hosted by Jackie.

Shauna can feel her clit stiffening, her pussy getting wet.

Mari seems to be dry in a way Shauna didn’t know omegas could be. Is she not even good at that, her own designation, her own biology? Why won’t she just relax under Danny and let him fuck her? He’s her boyfriend. Even before he was that, Mari used to let him grab her ass in the hallway and say crude shit to her.

Is this really that different?

“Relax, Mar. Jesus, just fucking relax, and it’ll stop hurting,” Danny says, punctuating himself with thrusts that slap his balls against Mari’s ass loudly.

Shauna can’t stop staring, but she should, shouldn’t she? Mari sounds like she’s crying, and Mari never cries, not when she twists her ankle because of some stupid little pot hole on the pitch at an away game or when she fell out of a tree and hit her head at the park lifetimes ago.

Mari has those doe eyes, though. Shauna’s seen them red and puffy from allergies, and she’s always kind of thought Mari looked pretty that way.

Danny is grunting over her, forcing himself inside of her and making her cry, pulling back the curtain and revealing something Shauna didn’t know was there. “Take it. Come on. This is what you were made for.”

Jesus Christ. Mari isn’t just an omega; she’s Shauna’s friend. Her teammate. This isn’t right. It is different. It’s so different, and it’s awful, and Shauna has to stop it.

She surges forward, dropping her plastic cup as she grabs Danny by the shoulders, wrenching him off of Mari. Pulling him out of her like something Arthurian, like his dick is Excalibur and Mari is rock-as-sheath and not a girl Shauna’s known since she was 5.

“What the fuck!?” Danny is furious as he stumbles to not fall off of the bed entirely.

Shauna’s mouth opens uselessly. She doesn’t know what to say. She didn’t think this far ahead when she was grabbing him.

Mari scrambles on the bed, trying to push her skirt down flat to cover herself. Her panties are caught on her legs, stretched crooked between one knee and its opposite shin. She doesn’t seem to notice them at all, but all Shauna can think as her gaze snags between Mari’s legs.

She was right. Mari is wearing a thong. A thong with a stupid fucking bee embroidered on the crotch. More than that: There’s blood on the sheets now, smeared over where Mari was, where she dragged it.

This was Mari’s first time, and Shauna watched it.

Shauna stopped it because Mari didn’t want this to be her first time. She did the right thing. So why is Mari looking at her like that?

With her chest heaving, Mari jumps out of the bed, letting her panties fall to her feet like they’re nothing. Does she seriously not notice that?

Shauna opens her mouth again to try to tell Mari, “Your panties are on the floor” like she has something in her hair, but she slams it shut before the words can crawl up her throat.

“Shauna, what the hell?” Mari says instead of “Thank you” or “You’re my hero” or even “Get out of here, Danny, you rapist.”

Suddenly, Shauna’s whole mouth tastes foul. “He was hurting you.”

Mari looks between Shauna and Danny, who must have tucked his dick under the band of his boxers and zipped his jeans back up while Shauna was floundering. “Danny is my boyfriend. It’s not—oh, my God, why are you even here?”

Danny has the audacity to shake his head and huff. “Are all your dykey little teammates gonna come out now? Jesus. Whatever, I don’t need this.” He turns to leave, and Shauna flinches.

The door slams shut behind him at last, the hallway finally closed off to them.

Mari is starting to pace around, her panties completely discarded now. Did she fucking step out of them? Shauna’s tried to slide hers off with stupid heels on to fuck Jeff, and it’s not easy.

“Mar, sweetie, are you okay?” Shauna says, trying to ignore the wetness of her own panties. She should be concerned. She shouldn’t be—whatever this is. She’s not a dyke. Danny is just pissed because Shauna pulled him out of Mari, stopped him from…

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Mari’s whole body goes rigid and straight when she says it. There’s blood still trickling lightly down her thighs. She can’t smooth out her hair fast enough to turn back the clock, to make Shauna have not seen it was fucked up to start with. Does she want to undo this? Does she want Shauna to have left Danny inside her, hurting her over and over again?

Shauna digs a thumb into her wrist, her eye catching again on Mari’s panties, vibrant against the off-white carpet of whatever number guest room this must be. She has the strangest desire to pick them up and pocket them instead of returning them to Mari. “It… didn’t sound like you liked what he was doing.”

The scoff Mari lets out sounds almost watery. “God, are you, like, a beta or something? Sorry, I just… You so don’t get it, Shauna. He’s my boyfriend. If he breaks up with me…” Mari shakes her head.

“Are you gonna go after him?” Shauna shouldn’t ask this. She doesn’t know what she should ask.

Is there a right thing to say when she can feel panties dampness sticking to her pussy? When she wants to reach out and touch the blood down Mari’s legs?

The slam of the door is how Shauna knows Mari’s gone.

Her panties are still just there, on the floor like they’re nothing.

Shauna won’t pick them up. She won’t—but what if someone finds them? Her wrists itch at her sides, her fists balled up painfully so that her nails pinch her palms. She shouldn’t. She should leave them. That’s got to be the normal thing to do. Danny called her dykey. Danny called their whole team dykey, even Jackie.

It feels like watching someone else entirely picking up Mari’s panties and pressing them to her nose. The gusset is damper than Shauna would have thought it would be, wet enough that she stares at the blood on the sheets and wonders if it’s really Mari’s. They smell kind of… sweet. That smell is Mari, an omega’s slick, even just a bit of it.

It’s different from Shauna’s own arousal, still hot over her pussy lips.

Is Mari’s blood different from hers too?

Shauna stares at those red smears for a long moment, her breath sucked in and held in her lungs. She can’t stay here, watching. She has to leave.

Gen keeps trying to coax Mari into lowering her hips, nudging gently at Mari’s body like she wants Shauna’s cum to spill out of Mari’s pussy and onto her bed. The thought of that is awful. What if it doesn’t catch then? Mari can’t help but squirm miserably at the idea of not carrying Shauna’s baby. She’s been warm since her heat hit in proper, but she’s getting feverish again like maybe she needs another knot.

God, she hopes Shauna gives her another knot.

Faintly, Mari can hear the door to her shelter burst open. Next to her, Gen startles at her bedside, dropping the rag she’d been tending to Mari’s sweaty brow with.

“Gen, leave,” Shauna says, her voice flinty. She must be pissed.

Gen isn’t leaving. She slips her hand into Mari’s. They’ve done this a dozen times before. She’s always been so warm to the touch, but Mari is a furnace right now, and Gen feels cold in comparison. “Mari needs me to take care of her.”

Shauna scoffs openly. “I can take care of my omega just fine.”

It makes Mari feel dizzy, her cunt twitching around what’s left of Shauna’s cum in her. She’s Shauna’s omega now. Her chest pangs with guilt, but Nat will understand, won’t she? Mari needs an alpha, and Nat isn’t here, and Shauna is, and her knot felt so good stretching Mari out.

“But, Shauna, she doesn’t just need to be… knotted, she needs to be—” Gen’s grip in Mari’s hand tightens, squeezing nervously.

“I know what she needs. And unlike you, I can give her all of it, so get the fuck out.”

Mari turns to try to see Shauna without disrupting her hip elevation.

Shauna looks even madder than she sounds, but Mari doesn’t linger on her face. She can’t see Shauna’s dick in her pants, but she knows what it looks like now. She’s had it inside her.

Her thighs have been sopping and disgusting for what must be hours now. It’s bothering her in a way it wasn’t earlier. How long has it been since Shauna fucked her? It was dark out when Shauna’s knot had finally gone down enough to pull out of Mari.

As Gen scuttles out with a desperate look back, Mari can see that the sky is lightening again, turning dusky and moody.

“Is it time for another…?” Mari says, squirming eagerly in bed. Her thighs slide messily over each other. Her pussy feels so swollen it hurts. Her nipples are tight. Can Shauna see them through her nightgown? She barely touched Mari there earlier.

The tension in Shauna’s face breaks into a smirk. “You need it that badly?”

Before, Mari would have spat in Shauna’s face for that.

Now, she can’t help but nod, her pussy squeezing. She’s sick of being empty.

Shauna presses her palm to Mari’s bare knee. “Natalie still isn’t back yet. No one seems to know where she went. But you’re her girlfriend—or you were before you opened your legs for me.” She draws a line from Mari’s knee up her thigh, pushing the hem of the nightgown up as if Mari’s supposed to hear her over that feeling, over the blood in her ears, over the feeling of her pussy drooling even more slick.

The sharp sting of Shauna’s nails digging in makes Mari whine, her hips bucking up reflexively.

“Where is she?”

“I don’t know,” Mari says. She can’t help but hump the air like that’ll make her feel better. She wants to cum again so badly. She wants Shauna’s cum even more.

Shauna lets out this sound between a laugh and a scoff. “God, is that all you can think about? Omegas really aren’t good for anything but being bred, are you, Mar?”

Mari shakes her head frantically, but she can’t say anything at all to that.

Shauna yanks her fucking hair, pulling so hard that Mari’s whole scalp burns as she erupts into whimpers. “I asked you a question, bitch.”

Mari squirms and paws at Shauna’s hand in her hair. “All I’m good for is being bred! I’m just knotbait! Oh, God, please breed me, Shauna!”

“You wanna be my breeding bitch, Mari?” Shauna sounds so disgusted with her. Like she can’t believe Mari is this much of a desperate whore. Like Mari is so beneath Shauna.

“Please, please make your breeding bitch.” It comes out a whine as Mari rubs her slippery thighs together, trying to find the pressure she needs to feel good.

Shauna tightens her grip on Mari’s hair at the same time that Mari hears her zipper, and then Shauna’s dick is bouncing up, looking hard enough to cut diamonds.

Mari can’t help it. She reaches for Shauna’s dick, wanting to touch it, to lick it, to guide it where it belongs. She rubs along the underside of Shauna’s cock, petting it like a dog. It’s so warm, just like Mari. She’ll feel better once she’s got it back inside her.

“You know Natalie will smell us when she comes back, don’t you? Maybe even sooner. She’ll smell your heat, and she’ll smell how much you like it, and she’ll smell me and my litter all over you,” Shauna says, gleeful and sharp and making Mari cry.

“I wanna ride you, oh, my God, Shauna, please.” Mari doesn’t know she wants that until she’s said it, put it out into the world for Shauna to hear and know. What if Shauna doesn’t let her? She can be such a bitch sometimes. Doesn’t she know Mari needs this?

But then Shauna groans, low and animalistic. “You wanna fuck yourself on my knot, slut?”

Mari nods as much as Shauna will let her, still holding her by the hair.

Finally, Shauna lets go. She settles down onto the bed next to Mari, nudging her out of the way so that Shauna can lay down and Mari can straddle her. Her slacks are still on, her fly undone and her cock pretty and stiff at attention. Her jacket and flannel both fall open at her sides as her shirt rides up, exposing a stretch of her soft belly. Her stretch marks are pale and her body hair is dark all across it, thicker and more concentrated trailing down from her belly button beneath her waistband. Mari finally understands why they call it a happy trail. The contrast makes her cunt throb as she hikes her nightgown up and positions her hips over Shauna’s.

Shauna sucks in a breath, and Mari reaches down under her own nightgown to pull her pussy open as she sinks down onto the head of Shauna’s cock. It’s so hot and hard in her entrance, and then her hips are flush against Shauna’s, and the head is nestled against her cervix and making her blink away stars, dazed as she adjusts to the fullness.

“Ride,” Shauna says, sounding as choked as Mari feels. Her dick twitches hard, bumping against that sweet spot at the front of Mari’s pussy in the process.

Mari obeys. She doesn’t even say anything smart—or stupid; she just rocks her hips faster and faster, gasping with every stroke. “Oh, my God, holy shit, so deep, right there—” an endless string of chants as she squeezes Shauna so tight she has to slow down to keep riding her alpha.

Shauna grunts beneath her, hips bucking up to meet Mari’s, pressing even harder into her cervix and making Mari’s honest to God eyes roll back.

Her pussy contracts, fluttering almost violently around Shauna’s cock as that hot, needy feeling like when she has to piss throbs deep inside her again. One, two more particularly hard strokes do her in, making her gush all over Shauna’s dick like she’s marking her territory or something disgusting. She buries her face in Shauna’s neck, sobbing as she cums because it’s still not enough.

“Need your knot, oh, God, please,” she says, her lips pressed against where Shauna’s neck and shoulder meet. “Inside, please, I need your knot so bad.”

Shauna’s grunts get louder, her hips bucking up harder and faster as she grips Mari’s hips so tight that Mari can feel them bruising. “You want me to cum inside, slut? Huh?”

“Oh, my God, yes, Shauna, cum in me!” Mari can’t help but squeeze Shauna as tight as she can, intensifying the drag at the base. She needs to coax Shauna’s knot out. She needs it bad.

“Mar?” That’s not Shauna’s voice. “Are you—Shauna, what the fuck?” That sounds like Natalie. Her voice is shaky and torn up. Is she crying?

Oh, God, Mari wishes she was riding Nat.

But Shauna’s going to knot her, and the thought makes her ride Shauna even harder.

Mari sobs, pulling her face away from the heat of Shauna’s neck. “I’m sorry, oh, God, Nat, I’m sorry.” She can’t bring herself to stop riding Shauna. Nothing sounds worse than not getting to ride Shauna right now. Getting knotted by Shauna might just be the most important thing in the world.

There’s a choked up exhale. “It’s okay, baby. You’re—you’re in heat. I’m so sorry. I should’ve been here. Jesus. Is this—Shauna, why didn’t you use a fucking condom!?” Natalie sounds so angry, so disappointed that Mari whines.

She can’t help being needy. The idea of Shauna denying her cum is just awful.

Shauna squeezes Mari’s ass hard and rough as she scoffs. “Mar didn’t want a condom this time, Nat. Not that she said anything about one the first time either.”

Natalie is at their side, her hand trembling over Mari’s back soothingly as she strokes the length of it the best she can with Mari riding Shauna. “You fucking—what’s wrong with you? Mari, baby, I need you to listen to me. I know—I know it’s hard, but you can’t let Shauna knot you. Baby, she’s gonna get you pregnant.”

That’s the thing that sends Mari crashing over the edge, the dam in her bursting as she soaks Shauna even harder. She cums with a desperate, broken sob at the idea of Shauna really knocking her up. It could happen. She could get pregnant from this. Shauna wants to get her pregnant.

Nat sobs right along side her as Shauna gasps, her knot popping faster than it did last time and cumming deep inside her womb. It’s so warm and wet and good as Shauna’s knot anchors Mari even when she tries to buck her hips up, tugging on it and making herself feel tender.

She’s panting when she goes limp over Shauna, letting Nat pet her properly as she breathes heavily against Shauna who’s still gripping her ass and hips tightly.

“Good girl, Mar. That’s my omega. See, Nat? She just needed a real alpha to take care of her,” Shauna says, her hands flexing before she wraps her arms around Mari’s waist to hug her closer.

Maybe Mari shouldn’t let Shauna say that to Natalie, to her kind-of girlfriend, but Shauna’s knot is so hot in her as it stretches her out, and Shauna’s cum is still shooting in ropes into her womb, painting her insides white again. How on Earth could she ever object if this is what being Shauna’s omega means?

“Fuck you, Shauna,” Natalie says, her hand combing through Mari’s hair to take care of her.

God, could Mari have two alphas? Natalie and Shauna would both take such good care of her.

But… but if she had to pick just one… Shauna’s knot is so big in her.

And then there’s a strong, even hotter stream of—is that cum? Holy shit, is Shauna pissing on her cervix? Mari can’t help but practically jump up, wiggling her hips as much as she can to try to get away from that too much, too good, too hot feeling of Shauna’s piss mixing with her cum and making Mari’s brain melt even more. It shouldn’t feel this good to be pissed in. It shouldn’t make Mari whimper like a total slut as Shauna grinds her hips up and holds Mari down.

“That’s how you mark your territory, Nat. Her poor, dumb pussy thinks it’s just more cum. See?” Shauna presses the head of her still pissing cock into Mari’s cervix as hard as she can, making Mari contracts again and cum her fucking brains out over Shauna pissing in her.

All Mari can do is squeeze her eyes shut and tremble. Even with Nat there, she’s at her alpha’s mercy.

Shauna doesn’t see or hear from Mari for the rest of her weekend. Not that she ever expected to. Like everyone else, Mari is more Jackie’s friend than Shauna’s. More so, even. Mari is the kind of girl Jackie probably wishes Shauna was.

Jackie wants Shauna to be the kind of girl who’s an omega that gets raped by her boyfriend.

Mari didn’t think it was rape. That’s even worse somehow.

When Shauna parks at school on Monday, she’s decided not to think about it. It doesn’t matter. Mari isn’t upset apparently, and if Shauna doesn’t open her glovebox to see Mari’s cute yellow panties, then it might not even have happened.

Thankfully, Jackie doesn’t open the glovebox either.

It’s an even better secret than fucking Jeff. Shauna doesn’t really know why that is. Best not to look at it too closely. Most things in life are like that, especially where Jackie gets involved.

Shauna knows better than to look for Mari by her locker. Mari’s is in a different wing, alphabetically ordered a lot closer to Laura Lee than Shauna. She doesn’t think about it during first period, but it’s crept back into her brain by second. The way Mari had looked, how she’d sounded.

Has Mari always been that pretty? Shauna knows she’s pretty, but Mari’s never looked that good, has she?

What the hell is wrong with Shauna?

She gets a glimpse of Mari during the passing period, eyebrows furrowed at Van and her mouth moving in a familiar phrase that Shauna knows, shapes she’s watched Mari’s pretty mouth move in over and over: “I don’t get it.”

Van rolls her eyes, not unkindly, and then the two of them are disappearing into the crowd of students.

Mari seems perfectly, ordinarily herself.

Maybe Danny didn’t rape her. Maybe Shauna dreamed it all up. Would she dream about Mari being raped? Mari is her friend too, even if she’s more Jackie’s.

And then lunch rolls around, and Shauna gets out of class late because she had to talk to Mrs. Bakalov, and when she finally gets to her locker to swap out her books and grab her lunch money, Jackie is slamming Shauna’s locker door shut with her eyes even bigger and more concerned than ever.

“Rude much, Jax?” Shauna says, dropping her book into her bag.

Jackie doesn’t acknowledge that. She doesn’t even blink. “Danny dumped Mari.”

… He had seemed upset when he left, even though he was the one who’d hurt Mari. Maybe Shauna had hurt him when she pulled him out of Mari. But also: “What? They were all over each other at Lottie’s after States.”

“Shauna,” Jackie says slowly like maybe Shauna has suddenly turned stupid, “Danny dumped Mari for WASP Mari.”

WASP Mari is a girl who could be Mari’s twin, if Mari was blonde and Protestant, hence WASP Mari.

But, okay, what the fuck?

“Isn’t she his fucking cousin?” Shauna feels like she’s been smacked just asking it.

Jackie nods emphatically. “She is. And Danny dumped Mari for her. When Van and Laura Lee told her, she got up and just left. She looked like she was gonna cry. Oh, my God, it was so pathetic. I felt awful.”

Shauna feels awful too. She chews her lip. “Should we check on her?”

With those big eyes widening even more, Jackie shakes her head no. “Come on, Shipman. She needs privacy. The whole school is talking about how her boyfriend dumped her for his cousin! What if she skips Nationals now? We’d be so fucked with Crystal starting!” Jackie’s mouth keeps moving, but Shauna feels farther and farther away.

The grey metal of the lockers seems to turn into staticky silver screens, playing Danny forcing himself inside of Mari over and over.