Hey guys~ Warnings are once again needed! This is, again, an omegaverse series. But this time, there will be smut! Not in this chapter, but in future chapters, so you have been duly warned! There's also slavery - I don't know if that needs a warning, but it's here now! And Kyle probably has some kind of mental illness - I'm not quite sure what, probably PTSD. There's also mentions of abuse and threats to abuse by Cartman.

Please let me know if you think anything else needs a warning after reading this, I will put it up here~

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"Dude! This is fucked up!" I whisper yelled at Cartman, completely appalled by the scene around me. "I thought this was meant to be a fun day out! To get my mind off Wendy!" I said, ready to punch his fat face.

"Oh my God, you're such a pussy," sighed Cartman. "This is a fun day out!"

"I'm a pussy?! This is a fun day out!? This human trafficking!"

Cartman looked at me like I was the retarded one. "Stan, dude, just buy yourself an omega! Trust me, I have four. You come home, and it's all the sex you want! Plus, they have to respect your authoritah!" 

As much as I just wanted close my eyes and pretend the horrifying spetacle in front of me didn't exist, I couldn't stop them from wandering around. They eventually fell on a particular omega. He stood out from the crowd. Not just because of his fiery red hair, but because he held a certain determined spark in his eye. He was beautiful, but looking at him made my heart wrench. He looked severely underfed and cold, standing in a thin white shirt and some ripped beige trousers.

Cartman's eyes then lit up. "Oh my God, Stan! Look, over there!" he said, pointing excitedly at exactly the ginger omega who had caught my eye. Cartman's eager greedy eyes on him made me feel sick.

Clearly, the letters I wrote to my congressman about these sales were never enough. But hell, I didn't know how to stop Cartman, no one does! And his omegas aren't in that bad condition. Oh God, who am I kidding? "Ginger is the only colour I haven't collected! Oh my God, it's going to be so fun breaking him down." My stomach started to fill with rage. "Just look at that fierce expression, I bet it will look even better being force fed my dick." My hands curled into fists. "Imagine him writhing on the floor, covered in cuts and bruises. Begging. Broken. Oh man, I'm going to have so much fun with him. I'll have him screaming my name." My heart started beating faster. I need to make sure that omega never gets anywhere near Cartman.

"Actually, I want him," I stated frantically. I was worried I'd have to fight Cartman for him, because he's a very possessive person, but the guy just broke out into a grin.

"Really? Sweet! I'll finally have a buddy with a bitch! We can go to clubs and put leashes on them! Oh man, it's going to be so much fun," said Cartman, dragging me over to the man selling them. As I walked over, I couldn't help but feel like maybe Cartman had manipulated me into this, but, either way, I felt so utterly horrified by this system that I had to do something. Save one of them. Even if my cash did just feed the industry.

The omega in question was dragged over by the chain around his neck. I could see the blue and purple bruises the chains had already created, and I winced from the sight. He looked at me, with fear in his eyes, yet his facial expression was completely blank. I was in awe of him. In the same situation, I'd be a complete mess.

Somehow, I was now in my car, with the omega I'd just bought in the passenger seat. I just bought a human! What the fuck have I just done! The car was filled with his terrified scent. But the guy looked totally calm. I could barely breath. Let alone think.

I cleared my throat nervously. "Um, hey dude. I'm Stan, and I guess you'll be living with me from now on. I mean, um, you don't have to. You can leave whenever. You can leave the car, right now, if you want to." The omega just stared at me, with a completely blank expression on his face, but he still smelled scared. "Dude, you aren't going to say anything?" I questioned.

"A-An omega shouldn't speak unless told to," he recited bluntly. "Sir."

Oh God! I don't think I'm anywhere near qualified enough to handle this! "Dude, no. Please speak whenever you want. And please, don't call me sir, call me Stan."

The omega now looked confused. "If that is what you wish, Stan," he said quietly. My heart started beating faster. This guy is adorable, and I just want wrap my arms around him.

"No, dude, that's not what I meant either," I tried to say gently.

The omega looked very upset, frustrated with himself. "I'm sorry that I'm such a disappointment," he said, his eyes welling up with tears. The poor guy must be over whelmed. He thinks I'm dissatisfied with my purchase, and he's probably worried he'll be sent back to that horrible place, or that I'll do unthinkable things to him.

"No no no!" I said frightfully, half wondering if I should stop the car. "It's not your fault. And you're not a disappointment. I just want you to know that you can be yourself. You don't have to do what I say, okay?" The omega just looked perplexed, and his eyes were still watering. "Um, what's your name?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"K-Kyle." I wanted nothing more than to wrap my arms around him, protectively.

"Okay, Kyle, well, we've just reached my house, where you can stay, as long as you want, alright?" Kyle just continued giving me the same confused stare. The two of us walked up the stairs to my apartment, in silence.

I cringed mentally as I looked over the chaos that was my home. The living room was so messy that you practically couldn't see the floor. And the rest of the house wasn't much better. In my defence, on the list of things that I thought would happen today, Kyle was not one of them. "So, dude, this is the living room and the kitchen," I said, motioning across the room which held two purposes. 

Take away boxes littered the kitchen area, and the sink was filled to the brim with dirty dishes. It's not like I don't have time to tidy and cook, I just come home from work so tired that I really can't be bothered. Plus, ever since Wendy broke up with me, I just haven't had the motivation to do anything. "The bathroom's over there," I said, pointing to the door, not opening it as I didn't want to see Kyle's reaction to the mess inside. "That's my bedroom, and that's your bedroom." I said, pointing first to my room, and then the spare room.

"I get my own bedroom?"

"Um, yes?"

"But aren't you, going to..." Kyle trailed off, his eyes filled with tears again, and he wiped his eyes furiously.

I went red, and I held my hands up in front of me defense. "No! no no, no no, no!"

"Am I, unsatisfactory?" he asked again, his expression was a mixture of shame and relief; in that moment, I would have done anything to make him happy.

"No, no no no, no no, no. I really should have explained this earlier," I said, berating myself. "Listen, my fat friend dragged me to that sale. I didn't know we were going. I thought we were going to the theme park or some shit. I wasn't planning on buying anyone. But then, my friend was talking about buying you, and all the nasty things he'd do to you. And I just couldn't let that happen to you. So, I bought you, and I'm sorry, and I have no idea what I'm doing. And I promise I won't touch you."

Kyle was silent for a minute, before uttering a quiet, "Thank you," I felt my cheeks go redder, and my heart beat a little faster.

"You can, um, leave, whenever you want. I'll give you some cash to buy a house, or something, or I'll help you get a job, or-"

Kyle shook his head. "Please don't. You've done too much already." I nodded back.

The two of us just stood there awkwardly. Kyle was shivering, so I gave him one of my jumpers. I'm going to have to buy him some clothes.

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Hello again~ So, this wasn't requested by anyone, but I was inspired to put this up by volim-kurac, who told me smut never has a plot. Well, this one does! A terrible one, and, arguably, too much of one, but, a plot none the less. (PWP stands for porn, what porn? In my stories). 

And it was also inspired by NerdyLittleReader who was annoyed by the very much smutless last omegaverse adventure. This chapter was also brought to you by my fear of Americans coming to murder me after the 'Happy Fourth of July' chapter - smut calms people down, right? And, also, me just no longer giving a fuck about putting up smut - maybe this will come back to bite me in the future, but never mind.

Man, three updates in one day, look at me!

One last thing, human trafficing is a real problem in our modern day and age. There has never been more slavery than there at present - yay the internet! Yay humanity! And on that happy note, have an awesome day guys~