Page 34 of The First Omega Made
“So, if I went full transition…” He hesitated.
“Your eyes would likely change color, scale loss on your face. You’d be Naleucian in appearance, but I’m not sure about your color. I’d assume you’d be in the spectrum of orange since you’re more dark copper?”
“I’m brown.” Wallace huffed.
“And it’s a beautiful brown. I like the sheen of your scales. It’s more pronounced now that I can see differently. You really are beautiful.” I offered him a half grin.
“So, you think I’d have a chance at getting me an omega if we find another?” His tone, while usually terse and often crude, went soft.
“I’d have to ask Noel if his opinion matches my own, but we’re both mated, so we may be skewed. But, I do find yourpattern appealing to my omega nature.” I cleared the first sample and started on another.
Wallace grunted at my answer.
“Merriel, can you ask Noel if he thinks Wallace is hot?” I continued my work as silence stretched on. “Merriel?”
“Sec, Doc. Noel is being Noel.” Merriel usually jived with Noel well, so the statement made me pause.
“He says he finds Wallace to have a normal body temperature as far as he was aware.” Merriel’s tone indicated exasperation.
“Can you ask him if he finds Wallace sexually appealing?” I waited. And waited.
“Wallace isn’t Vil. Basically.” Merriel audibly sighed.
“Phrase it as a hypothetical if he weren’t mated. Would Wallace be sexually appealing to another omega?” I rubbed at my forehead as a headache pinched at my nerves.
“He says that Wallace possesses many desirable characteristics in a fertile beta specimen, specifically the chromatic pattern in his scales.” This, Merriel seemed more appreciative of.
“There’s your answer.” I gestured up.
“But he’s still not Vil,” Merriel added.
“I guess.” I glanced over at Wallace, satisfied when he settled down with a half grin.
I returned to my slides and finished up, finding no contamination. As I rose to finish my work, my belly brushed the counter. I glanced down and frowned. The shape of my abdomen had changed slightly, and I’d not accustomed myself to the new anatomy.
I’d been eating more meat as of late, craving protein like the higher-percentage hybreeds did. Since I wasn’t much of a meat eater before, it must have been the change to my diet. I made anote to check it out later. It didn’t feel like gas, but it did feel sort of solid and full where my digestive tract overlapped.
So, when Wallace’s bag emptied, I shooed him out with some nutrient shakes to drink and told Merriel to have Sarge on cooking duty for the night. One meal missed wouldn’t kill Wallace.
“Okay, but stay the fuck out of the prime rib, okay?” Wallace glared at me on the way out.
“Tell him, not me.” I waved him off and sanitized the examination table and hopped up, positioning myself below the 4D photostereoscope probe.
“Merriel, can you scan my lower digestive tract?” I lay back on the table and crossed my legs, propping my head up on my hands as I folded them behind my head. My tail swished lazily at my feet, curling and relaxing.
I didn’t need to check my digestive tract at all; it seemed. I pursed my lips and ended the scan with a cold chill running down my spine. No doubt Sarge would feel the utter terror.
“Merriel.” I folded my hands over my chest and stared at the ceiling. “How long can sperm stay stored in a Naleucian male’s body?”
“Uhhh, lemme check.” No pointless beeping and booping. Merriel took me seriously as I lay there, evening my breath out, daring not to put a hand lower. “Data just says it can be stored for the entirety of mating season, but no idea how long that is.”
I closed my eyes and rested my hand on my face.
A few long minutes passed before Sarge wandered in, his presence filled with caution as he stared me down. “Are you okay?”
“I don’t know.” I swallowed hard. “Shut the door, please.”
“Progenitors’ sake, you’re saying please. It’s bad.” Sarge whistled over teeth and lips he hadn’t mastered yet, so it was mostly a hiss. “Are you okay or not?”
