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The scent wraps around the house in a tight hug, overwhelmingly sweet, and yet it makes Gloria’s mouth water. Something has gone wrong. Sasha is away with her husband, on a vacation for his Spanish lessons, and that leaves one other person. Her mind races with answers, someone came over, Sasha’s friends or someone her husband knows. So, on an early Friday night as she walks into her house and smells the scent of an Alpha close to a rut, she’s sure something’s not right. Neither of them would have someone who smelled like this over.
Andy is a Beta.
Sasha is an Omega.
Gloria is an Omega.
Barbie is a…
Gloris is outside her house holding a pizza for them and yet she’s forgotten something that could be very critical, a whole person. But, no, there was no way. They’d been living together months and yet she didn’t see anything to make her think something else, but maybe she hadn’t really thought about it. She rarely interacted with Alphas in such close relationships.
Then the last few months hit her and she’s thinking long and hard about…Ken. Yeah, it makes sense Barbie is an Alpha.
Gloria shakes off the fuzz of pheromones and ruts, strong like someone who's presenting and not used it. Or someone attempting to get a mate. She’s going to have to say something to her, help her. She opens the door and before she can even close it, there is Barbie.
“Gloria!” Barbie says, flushed and as pretty as she was when Gloria left. And naked-
“Barbie! Clothes! The neighbors, please!”
But the beautiful woman is that even now…stunning. She glows right now, and Gloria fights off the shame that rises in her along with heat when she looks down. Gloria had seen Barbie naked more times than she was willing to admit. She’d mapped out her body at this point though and one thing was very different, big, and different. Where once was a very pretty pussy, Gloria had been jealous and more interested than she wanted to admit when she saw it, was cock that hung long and half hard.
“Alright, pants, sweetie,” Gloria says looking into slightly teary blue eyes, “Barbie, are you okay?”
Then she’s crying, beautifully, Gloria had seen few women look as good crying as Barbie and in the last few months, she’d been there to comfort her. So, she does the same thing now, sitting the pizza down and grabbing a throw from the couch to put between them before wrapping her arms around the crying blonde. Then it’s like always, her best friend needs her, and she is going to help her and figure something out. She didn’t like seeing Barbie crying.
Fucking hell, she smells good. Gloria is almost dizzy and yet she remains firm for herself and her friend. But Barbie is leaning into her, wrapping arms around her, and pressing their bodies together. Gloria feels that semi-hardness between them and hates that she can feel herself grow just a slick. She has control, but it’s been so long.
“I just missed you so much and it was hard when you were gone,” Barbie says right near her ear.
Afterward, then she feels the slightest change before she smells the woman in her arms scenting her. Claiming her like she’s hers or something like that. Her hands rub Gloria’s back, but she needs to pull away.
“Oh Barbie, we have to talk, and you need to put on pants.”
“I tried and they didn’t fit!”
Gloria must peel her very beautiful friend and now very hard friend off of hers. Barbie loved hugging and Gloria loved it too. She is enjoying this moment even if her mind is screaming. Disconnect is the word because Barbie is clingy and all over her.
“You smell so nice today, Gloria, I missed really you,” Barbie pulls back, “I’m so happy it’s us this weekend.”
Gloria shakes her head and swallows as Barbie steps back, cock harder than before, lust clearly in her eyes. The older woman fights her smile, “I missed you too. How about we get you some sweats and can talk about what’s going on with you?”
Barbie nods, pretty hair shaking, as she steps towards Gloria, “I- “
“Pants! Barbie, you need pants.”
Then she’s racing away, and Gloria is relieved. She wants to go outside and breathe less tainted air. She needs to get this scent off her skin and from her nose and mouth. Her body is responding, and she needs to have a clear head, she doesn’t want to hurt Barbie.
She takes the pizza to the kitchen and slides it into the oven, not caring for the food now. She takes off her blazer, before turning the AC up and hoping it helps Barbie too. Her hands shook, it wasn’t like she hadn’t been interested in Barbie before. This was different. This was nature, Barbie wasn’t used to nature, so it was Gloria’s job to fill in the gaps.
When Barbie comes back, she’s in a pink sweatsuit that barely hides her cock and Gloria has to tear her eyes away. But there are few places to run, the woman’s nipples are so hard in the thin T-shirt, Gloria looks at her face and her mouth is perfect. She’s still perfect-looking even after months in the real world.
“I’m so happy you’re here to help,” Barbie says, “I figure since you’re my Omega, you can help me.”
“Wait? You know what?” she moves her hand around in a gesture towards Barbie, “Is this a game? Are you sure?”
Her eyes shine like diamonds and Gloria could sometimes just sigh thinking of how pretty she was. Then those perfect lips smile and reveal perfect teeth, beautifully white, “I know humans are Alphas, Omegas, or Betas. I also know that since I’m the Alpha you make the most sense to be my Omega and help me.”
Help me.
Gloria thinks of jerking that thick cock until Barbie comes in thick ropes. she thinks of the thick knot she’ll know the woman will have when she’s fucking her. She wants to ride her; look down at those perfect eyes and take every inch of her. She thinks of the way that cock had looked hard, dripping precum.
Help me.
Her mind goes to places of sucking the woman until she knows she’ll beg her for mercy. Pretty pleas.
Help me.
Alpha Barbie wants Omega Gloria.
Gloria shakes her head, “That’s not how that works here.”
“Why not?”
Gloria has to remember as sweet as she is, Barbie is used to getting her way. It wasn’t as if Mattel abandoned her, they made sure Gloria had funds for her and more. Barbie was free to explore life and a part of her liked having her way. She’d seen it plenty of times with Barbie.
“I want that.”
“Let’s get that.”
“I want to do that.”
She wouldn’t have guessed she would be next on the list.
Then she shakes her head, “Barbie, I’m married.”
Blue eyes shine with humor like she told a joke and the woman steps closer, “He’s a Beta.”
She’s used to certain tones when it comes to Barbie. This is the, ’Who gives a fuck’ tone.
“Married.”
“You smell like you want me.
Gloria takes her first step back and she’s attempting to evaluate the situation. She needed to have control and get a hand on things, “I think you caught me off guard Barbie, I’m not used to living with an Alpha, not anymore.”
“So, you don’t like the way I smell?”
Gloria sighs, “Oh Barbie, it’s not that simple. You always smell great.”
“And I think the same thing about you.”
Gloria sighs and sees where this could go, “But my answer is no, I can’t do this for you.”
Barbie nods, but then she pouts fully glossed lips, “So you aren’t going to be my Omega?”
And disappointing the sweetest person she’s ever met makes her feel like shit. It wasn’t like she didn’t like her, she did, but she never expected this. Gloria knows she is going to regret this, she knows she’s going to make a mistake, but she does it.
“No, I’ll be your Omega,” the words are easily said.
Barbie is all smiles and before she knows it pulling her close, “We are going to have so much fun Gloria.”
“I know.”