https://www.tumblr.com/batllethinker/822616811490230272/thinking-about-ale-and-jenni-and-breeding
got bored at work so hereâs this
Alexia stared at the packaging, the little pills in rows of seven.
8:00 am on the dot meant it was time to take one, effectively nuking her chances of carrying Jenniâs pups for another day.
Jenni saw her omega in the bathroom, staring at the packet, and sighed, shaking her head as she came behind her and wrapped her arms around her middle.
âI donât wanna take it,â Alexia whined, leaning back and sniffing dramatically, soaking in her alphaâs scent.
âI donât care if you want to, bebe. You have to.â
âThe pupsâŠI want them. Wanna be pregnant.â
Jenni was thoroughly enjoying watching her omega blush in the mirror as she recounted what she had told Jenni numerous times, leaning back even more to soak her in as much as possible.
âI know, bebita. But you canât now, remember? You have football to play.â
âDonât care about football,â she mumbled, causing Jenniâs eyebrows to shoot up. There was practically nothing that was more important to Alexia than football. Apparently, her need for pups had joined that list.
âNot until you retire, Ale. You know this.â
Alexiaâs pout was adorable, really. And if Jenni didnât care about Alexiaâs career, she would take the pills and flush them down the toilet herself. But she knew what they had discussed, and that this was simply Alexiaâs omega instincts muddling her mind.
Jenni took the packaging out of Alexiaâs hand, popped the pill of the day out of the blister pack, and tapped Alexiaâs chin.
Alexia obeyed before the command processed, Jenni placing the small pill on her tongue and telling her to swallow.
âGood girl,â Jenni left her with a kiss on the cheek, leaving the still pouty Alexia behind, âWe have to leave for training in 10 minutes, bebe.â