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During all nineteen years of her life, Kara had never imagined her fate would come to this.
Instead of celebrating her finding and impregnating her soulmate like her culture had conditioned her to all along, she was sitting in the waiting room of a doctor’s office. Specifically, twiddling her thumbs in a mix of nerves and shame because she hadn’t found her her soulmate – what the new world order called her “spark” – during the last three mating seasons.
In other words, she was now an outcast because she was the first one to not find her soulmate in not just one line-up of dozens of omegas, but three line-ups. And, an ever-controlling, ever-watchful Queen Rhea wanted answers about why the system she’d so carefully designed wasn’t working perfectly.
It was an odd situation by all accounts, really. And, not just because Kara was the first person this embarrassing fate had happened to.
Five years beforehand, her also-alpha older sister, Alex, had experienced the complete opposite fate. She’d gone into rut the first time, been paraded onto the stage everyone called The Post with all the usual pomp and circumstance, and been given equal “hunting” time. But, unlike her peers, she not only found her “spark” the first time; she found, mated, and impregnated the omega she was destined for in under ten minutes. All after tackling a rather large, muscly dark man with who was interested, too.
Back then, same-sex partnerships were completely forbidden to ensure equal ratios of male and female babies were born every birthing season. But, as it turned out, Alex’s “spark” was not just a woman, but Maggie Sawyer (her childhood best friend and study buddy). A courtship Maggie’s family disowned her for, but “Spark” Laws protected. At least until Queen Rhea changed the Laws, that is.
Queen Rhea bitterly let the new couple stay together because the two women always produced one or more strong pups a year, such that people saw them as a beacon of hope for the dying planet and they were understandably the talk of Krypton. But, the queen made sure their union didn’t get rewarded and replicated as they’d hoped. Instead, the person many called a tyrant when none of the royal guards were around instituted a new law which shook up “The Games” and ensured that no same-sex couple could stand a chance of keeping any pups which were the same sex and class as their sire.
A rule which, so far, had meant Alex and Maggie hadn’t been able to enter to “win” any of their own pups in The Games.
A rule which, so far, had rendered their family progressively more powerless because it couldn’t keep the future generations it was making.
A rule which Kara desperately hoped wouldn’t apply to when Maggie’s litter was born that day, as it was truly heartbreaking to see all her nieces be handed over to whoever won them in the repressive lottery system nobody dared to question. And, even more heartbreaking to see the effects those losses had on her remaining family, but they couldn’t quite avoid because rut-heats were what they were and it was impossible to get any form of birth control, per the Laws.
Naturally, being the good sister she was, Kara had entered to “win” all her nieces well before they were born, such that she worked longer and harder every year in the woods and mines to trade for people’s pre-game lottery tickets underground. But, no matter what, none of her efforts paid off; the litter would go to someone else at the end of “The Games” each year, and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it besides try again the next year.
“Miss Danvers? Miss Danvers? MISS DANVERS?! I won’t say it again; Doctor Luthor will see you now,” the medical administrator’s voice rang out across the waiting room, annoyed because it had been calling her name for a couple minutes with no response.
Roused from her frustrations concerning “The Games” and the fate they would give the newest Danvers-Sawyer litter at any moment, Kara sputtered while haphazardly gathering her things and speed walking through the open white and silver door, “S-s-sorry, thanks!”
Other than times when she had to be certified as healthy enough to participate in “The Games” each year, it was Kara’s first time going to a doctor. An appointment the royal palace had to specially arrange and at the last minute, supposedly by calling in a rather famous sex researcher-practitioner from another planet for the consultation.
A doctor who, as fate had it, took Kara’s breath away the moment she opened the door to the only exam room marked as “Unoccupied” from the outside.
There, before the blonde-haired and blue-eyed Kryptonian, was a woman with pale skin, cherry-red lips, black hair pulled up into a messy ponytail, and eyes which matched her smile in terms of the happiness and intrigue they radiated.
“Miss Danvers? Please, please, come in! I’m Doctor Lena Luthor and here to help,” the rather gorgeous woman warmly greeted her in what sounded and felt like slow motion for a time, then suddenly switched into real time.
“Th-th-thank you,” Kara nervously sputtered while awkwardly dodging the hand the goddess was holding out in what looked like a greeting gesture, unsure of whether she could trust the woman in front of her because, after all, the sexologist did work for the queen at the end of the day, and nothing good could come from that.
Understanding the alpha’s nerves because she knew of Queen Rhea’s reputation, Lena decided to stay professional. Well, until the time to share the truth behind her presence was right.
“Well, then, let’s have a look at you and run some tests, yeah?”
Despite herself and her hesitations, Kara could barely keep her eyes off the rather beautiful, kind, and – based on the tall stack of complex-looking, sticky note-filled journals nearby – ridiculously thorough physician. Especially because, for the first time in her life, she could feel her secret – her thick and long member which nothing could ever make erect – start to twitch over the outsider’s presence as if she, too, had been part of “The Games” that day.
“Could you take off your pants and let me examine your penis, please?”
The question roused Kara from the odd thoughts filling her head long enough to make her scramble to loosen the dingy-looking belt, then drop the mud- as well as grass-stained pants she’d been wearing while “hunting” again that day in panic.
Actions which made Lena feel incredibly bad for her charge. Well, feel terrible until she saw the alpha’s rather generous endowment underneath what looked like working class clothes, then flushed hard on both cheeks despite how used to seeing penises she was.
“My, my! You’re very wonderfully endowed, Miss Danvers. Did you know that?”
Lena would internally kick herself over that last line because of course an alpha living on a very publicly sexual planet like Krypton would know where they stood in terms of their penis size. But, she’d stop after hearing what the alpha had to say next.
“Thank you for letting me know, doctor. I wouldn’t have known without you saying anything. I just wish that, you know, I could get hard and find my ‘spark’ for once in my life. Especially to save what’s left of my family, now that everything else has failed.”
Curious to know what Kara meant by all those things because it sounded like the cries for help she’d been made aware of could be right, Lena curled her index finger around her chin and supported it with her thumb. Right before quirking an eyebrow, tilting her head, and looking up at the ceiling in thought for a few seconds. And, right before looking back down into those clearly hardened-by-life baby blues, putting a pale yet warm hand to the alpha’s thigh, and asking with deep concern, “Could you say more about those things, Miss Danvers?”
Feeling incredibly hot over the doctor’s gently sliding touch even though other doctors had examined her legs before to assess which breeding score she’d receive before “hunting” each year, Kara felt her cheeks start to flush. Then, she felt what she thought was her stomach twisting into knots, only to realize something which was equal parts shocking and embarrassing.
She was starting to get hard for the practical stranger right in front of her, such that her incredibly large dick started to drape over the doctor’s pale hand in its struggle to stand straight up.
At first, Lena kept her scientist brain on and theorized that the patient in front of her might have just needed a kickstart with some praise kink and gentle touching, despite the big deal of all of this Queen Rhea had made. But then, something which had never happened to her in her career started to make her question not just her theory, but her ability to stay professional as usual: she started to feel like she was going into a pre-heat of sorts, despite how she’d gone into sexology precisely because she couldn’t have heats and, therefore, couldn’t have children.
Nervous about whether the queen had intended all of this to happen, Kara asked as her eyes dilated with want and her heart sped up like she was trying to chop up firewood with her superspeed, “Is this all a trick for the queen’s sake? You, being here, doing this to me?”
Feeling her guard and self-control starting to slip, Lena put her other hand on the alpha’s other thigh, started to move her hands up and down both legs in time, and replied mid-haze, “The queen might be paying me to be here, but so are other people. People who have my loyalty.”
Unsure of what Doctor Luthor meant by those words, but unable to process them due to the pungent pheromones in the air which were wafting into her nostrils and letting her know the doctor was not only an omega, but one responding to the pheromones she was pumping out, Kara just took everything in. Especially as her dick slowly but surely stood all the way up, then hardened until it hurt.
“AAAGH! RAAAO! FUCK THE QUEEN,” Kara cried out in a mix of pleasure and agony before she could stop herself and beg for mercy because, you know, anyone who even whispered bad things about the planet’s tyrant or spoke the Old God’s name could be executed by firing squad.
Not giving a single damn about the scientific work she’d been hired for at that moment, Lena felt her inner omega practically, unexpectedly rage over what was coming out of the blonde stranger’s mouth. But, not because of any fealty she had to Queen Rhea or bad blood against other religions; no, this was something far more primal than that. Something she felt couldn’t belong to anyone else, even though her logical brain told her she had no right to demand it. Especially like this, and against everything she’d been taught.
But, logic to hell, she said it all anyway.
“Don’t fuck her; fuck me,” the scientist uttered between gasps for air because she suddenly felt without, such that she was quickly moving to hike up her black pencil skirt and fling her ruined underwear into gods knew which part of the examination room.
Kara had no real proof the doctor meant her well and knew having sex with a non-Kryptonian was a crime punished by banishment to the equally “responsible” party’s planet. But, everything in her being was urging her to not just meet this woman’s gentle demand, but to ignore the sounds of texts coming into her comms system. Texts which were surely Maggie and/or Alex telling her they’d lost yet another baby or two to the terrible system they were all unwilling participants in to one extent or another.
So, she did.
And, as a result, she felt an incredibly tight, satisfyingly wet, curly-haired heat slowly but surely take in her massive, long girth from above as the sexologist straddling her on the table sank onto it.
“I’m not here to hurt you; I’m here to save you,” the unraveling doctor uttered right before engaging in the behavior Kara would come to know as kissing and starting a rhythm which would make the increasingly fast slapping sound of her balls and unfurling knot ricochet off the walls around them.
Words which would prove incredibly important not just to Kara, but to the rest of her family texting her a most unexpected result of the day’s public birthing ritual.
It’s an omega, we get to keep her, and we’re fucking clueless on what to do because we didn’t buy or make anything, let alone expect this could ever happen. Oh, and Maggie’s in shock about all of this, obviously. Be home soon to help, protect us from she-wolf, and talk through this all, yeah? <3
P.S. She also needs a name besides Kara, Jr. like Maggie wants and a better future than she-wolf wants. Thanks for always having our backs, sis. <3