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“How could you aniki? You were supposed to be the great prodigy, the next great leader of the Uchiha clan. How dare you show Omega!”
Those were the last words Izuna gave him before pushing him right into the Mating Forest. Madara could not fight him. Madara did not even have the strength to scream at him. Madara did not have the energy to defend himself. He was still reeling from the agonising pain of his female sex opening up only days before. And now he was here, lying on the cold wet ground, lightly sobbing as his head hurt, his body ached and his heart felt like it might crack in two. His clan had all but abandoned him. His clan had deliberately brought him here, today. One because his rut was close to its peak. And two, because this was the one month of each year dubbed “Mating Season”. It was in this vast forest with the sun starting to set, that he would be fucked, bitten all over, scratched and he would beg for more.
Madara was eighteen years old. Madara had thought that he was somewhat safe in the knowledge that he was a Beta. Madara had never thought that he would become what his clan hated, an Omega…
Madara heard it. Madara heard them. He heard their hoots, their howls, their shouts of victory. Madara jumped to his feet. Oh no, the Alphas were drawing close. Madara started to move. He had preserved his energy for the entire day. He had kept hidden. He had slept in ditches. All the while he heard the others, the other Omegas screaming, crying and begging for more, more, more! Madara would not be like that. He refused to be like that. He did not care that his clan had wanted this. His clan had wanted to punish him like this. Dress him up in a pretty white slip all for an Alpha to rip it off him and then ravage him mercilessly.
This was what his clan wanted, to punish him!
Madara would win this. He had avoided that horrible fate for almost the whole month of this nightmare. Once it was over, he could slip away from the world, live a quiet life, maybe adopt a few children. He could no longer sire children, his secondary Omega sex had grown dominant. And he sure was not going to become the property of an Alpha to get them.
Madara would move. Madara would run. This was the last day. This was the last night. Once he got through this, he would be free…
“Well, well, well…look what we have here…”
Madara’s heart started to race. Madara’s female sex began to ooze. Oh no, oh no, he was surrounded, an Alpha had found him. No, it was worse than that. Two Alphas were coming for him!
Madara needed to run. He needed to run! But the only answer his body was giving him was fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!