#abofanfic

So here he was, thirteen years later, standing in the throne room of Crowley, the King of Hell, and waiting to be assigned his next task. He was wearing his favorite meat suit, a comatose and brain dead Alpha who had the plug pulled after suffocating when a two-hundred-pound barbell landed on his chest while he was working out alone. Not having another person constantly fighting against the possession was always nice, and his old body had worn out long ago, when he was still on the Rack.

Soon after that, he met another demon named Derek, and they quickly became friends, or as close to friends as demons could be. They were constantly assigned to the same tasks due to their efficiency and the strengths of their Alpha suits.

“Alright, next!” Crowley spat, lethargically waving his hand while he thumbed through a folder.

“Richard and Derek, sir. Awaiting instruction.” Richard said, a smile on his face and his hands clasped behind him.

“Right, whatever,” Crowley said dismissively. “I have a task for you both, but Richard, you need to be in a new meat suit. I had one brought up from the vegetable garden.”

“The vegetable garden, sir?” Richard asked, a confused look on his face.

“Not literal vegetables, you walnut.” Crowley rolled his eyes and huffed a chuckle, “the stock pile of meat suits I have that are comatose, brain dead, or otherwise incapacitated. The ‘vegetables.’”

“Oh, right, sir. Of course,” Richard smiled as a small female body was wheeled into the room.

She was tiny, probably barely five foot three inches tall, with long blonde hair. She was wearing a surprisingly clean pair of skin tight jeans and a light blue button down. She was attractive, Richard couldn’t deny that, but he was confused as to why he needed a female meat suit.

“A woman?” He asked.

“Yes. You two are going to be posing as house hunting newlyweds to find me an empty house big enough for a new base for a cell of demons… and two Alpha males obviously wouldn’t work.” Crowley said.

Richard raised an eyebrow. “So, wait… she’s-”

“An Omega, yes.” Crowley finished his sentence and looked up at him. “Will that be a problem?”

“No, sir. I just, I’ve had the same meat suit for a long time, it’s going to be new territory for me is all. No problem.” Richard smiled and tilted his head back, opening his mouth. A large plume of smoke billowed out of the mouth of his Alpha meat suit and wisped through the air and then down the throat of the unconscious Omega.

He, or rather, she blinked her eyes open and stretched. Richard heard a few joints in her arms pop as he reached above him and then stood from the wheelchair. Everything seemed so much bigger from down there, and he was taken aback by just how tiny this Omega was compared to his normal Alpha meat suit.

“Well, how does it look on me?” Richard asked, spinning in a circle with his arms out.

“Not gonna lie, dude. You look pretty hot,” Derek confessed with a laugh. “Might have to get a female demon into her once you’re done so I can give her a proper knot.”

“Not if I get to her first, asshole,” Richard said. He tried to laugh but it came out as a soft giggle. He tilted his head to the side for a moment and wondered out loud, “Wait, if I have sex with an old meat suit, would that be considered masturbation?”

“I don’t think so, because you’re not in her while you’re fucking her… right?” Derek said, walking over to where Richard was standing. “And if she’s dead, that’s something completely different.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Richard took a deep breath and found himself surrounded by an enticing smell of pine trees and citrus. “Man, your cologne is strong.”

“Gentlemen, enough with the useless banter. You have your assignment,” Crowley waved his hand, “Go.”

Both Richard and Derek nodded and disappeared from the room, reappearing in a small suburb outside Bloomington, Illinois. There were rows and rows of cookie cutter houses lining the street on each side, and they landed between two of them on the right side of the street. Each of them slipped on their respective wedding bands.

Richard groaned as they peeked their heads out. “I don’t see why I have to be the chick. I mean, why couldn’t I have been a Beta or something at the very least?”

“Whatever, dude. You’re not the one that has to deal with your scent right under my nose for the entire day. You smell like fresh cookies and fruit.” Derek grumbled. “And I mean that in the least homo way possible.” They stepped out onto the street and began walking towards a group of cars and people down the road.

The moment they got within line of sight of the group of people on the sidewalk, Derek slipped his arm around Richard and pulled him close to him.

Richard flinched and tried to pull away. “Dude, what the fuck?”

“We’re newlyweds, dude. Just fucking deal with it so we can get this done.” Derek tightened his arm around him and flipped on a fake smile.

A heavyset woman with poofed up red hair sauntered over to the two of them with a giant smile on her crimson lips. “Hello friends! Looking for a new home?”

Derek nodded and offered his hand. “Yes, ma’am. I’m Derek Smith. This is my wife Ric… uh, Rebecca.”

Richard offered his hand as well and the woman shook it vigorously. “What a lovely Omega you have here, Derek.”

Her eyes studied Richard’s neck and her brow furrowed in confusion when she realized there was no claim mark. She opened her mouth to comment, but swallowed the thought and replaced it with another huge smile.

“Come on! Let me get you a brochure,” the woman said as she turned and began to walk back toward the crowd of people. “All the houses on this street are for sale except for this one right here.”

Richard nodded in understanding and began to absentmindedly flip through the brochure. He felt a strange cramp spasm in his lower stomach, causing him to purse his lips and take a deep breath.

“You okay?” Derek asked, raising an eyebrow and looking down at Richard. He couldn’t help it when he took in a deep breath, surrounded by a renewed Omega scent that was beginning to affect him.

“Yeah… just felt weird. Like I gotta take a shit, but different. I don’t know. It’s nothing.” Richard shook his head and involuntarily stepped closer to Derek.

“Miss?” Derek said to the real estate woman, causing her to spin around. “My wife and I are just going to look around at the homes and let you know if we spot something we like. We definitely are going to pick one in this development, though.”

The woman smiled another huge smile and nodded. “You two kids have fun! I’ll be flitting about.”

Derek spun around, pulling Richard with him, and began to march down the sidewalk toward one of the houses on the left. They quickly bounded up the walkway and Derek threw open the door, slamming it closed once both of them were inside.

“Okay, what the fuck is going on? You smell… you smell amazing,” Derek all but growled.

“I don’t know what’s going on! It feels like I’m being stabbed in the stomach and like I got swamp ass, but it’s in the front,” Richard yelled back.

“Dude,” Derek’s eyes went wide and he began to laugh. “I think you’re in heat!”

“I’m what?!” Richard began to panic. “Is that why I feel all sweaty and wet?”

“You’re in heat! That’s why you smell so good and you’re covered in slick, not sweat,” Derek said between gasps as he bent over and continued laughing. “Jesus, I woulda thought you’d get something right about Omega anatomy.”

“It’s not fucking funny, asshole!” Richard hissed. “This feels so weird. I need to get out of this body and get into a Beta or something.”

“You can’t. Crowley will kill you if we go back without completing our mission.”

“But it’s so sticky, Derek!” Richard whined and spread his legs further apart.

“Do you need an Alpha to take care of you, Omega?” Derek purred, trying to suppress his smile.

Richard couldn’t suppress the whimper that escaped his throat, nor could he stop the throbbing between his legs. He found himself feeling empty, wanting something to fill him up. He rapidly shook his head looked up at Derek with wide eyes.

“You smell so good… wait, does this make me gay?” Richard choked out.

“I… maybe? It doesn’t make me gay, though, because your body is definitely female,” Derek said, running his eyes up and down the Omega body in front of him.

“That’s it. I’m done, I’ll send Katrina. She was an Omega when she was alive and she owes me a favor,” Richard stepped back and pressed his index finger into Derek’s chest “You are such an asshole.”

“I was only offering to-” Derek began to say right as Richard smoked out of the Omega’s body and disappeared out the back window of the house, leaving the empty body to collapse with a sickening thud on the floor.

“-help you with the problem.”

Less than ten minutes later, another plume of black smoke wormed its way into the house through the back window and down the throat of the Omega lying unconscious on the floor. Once all the smoke was down her throat, she stood up and opened her eyes.

“Hey Katrina. Been a while,” Derek purred, stalking closer to her.

“Hola, baby. It’s been too long,” she pressed her legs together and moaned softly, running her hands up and down her new body. “This one is in heat… she wants it bad.”

“Mhm. Come here, babe. Let’s break in the bedroom of this house, shall we?” Derek stepped forward and scooped her up in his arms and began to walk toward the other end of the house toward the bedroom.

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