Hey guys~ More smut in this chapter. Does it need a warning anymore? Idk, but I put it here anyway~

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From that day forward, I honestly don't think I could have been happier. My co-workers had noticed a change in me, although, they'd noticed it before the sex had started. Apparently, they all thought I seemed much happier too. And I felt it too, I was so much happier. I felt more productive and motivated in my day to day life, just overall the world seemed brighter. That's why I was ecstatic, but also a little worried to see Kyle's ID come up on my phone. He'd never called me at work before. Adorable dork never wants to bother me. I immediately pressed answer.

"Hey Kyle, what's up," I happily asked the phone. However, all I could hear were loud moans on the other end. I was now extremely concerned. "Kyle?! Are you okay?!"

"I-Ah, I-ngh, mm, mmm," I could feel myself going hard just listening to him. "I-I, I think I'm mm i-in h-heat," he breathed down the phone.

"I'll be there as soon as possible." Half on auto piolet, I informed the receptionist that my boyfriend was in heat and needed looking after. Running out the door I only just caught him yelling at me that I had the rest of the week off. I then broke the speed limit getting home to Kyle. 

Man, if I thought my house had stunk of Kyle before, I was just plain wrong. My mouth was practically overflowing with drool as I entered my apartment. I dashed into the bedroom to find Kyle squirming naked in my bed, covered by some of my T-shirts and jumpers. I was quite honestly concerned that I was currently dreaming because in no way does something this amazing happen in the everyday life of Stan Marsh.

I gently took the clothes off him off him. "S-Stan!" he moaned out.

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm here." I said, squeezing his arm gently which only seemed to rile Kyle up further.

"I-I, mm, n-need you, in me. Now!" he demanded. I smiled, quickly stripped, put on a condom, and then slide my dick into him. Kyle groaned in pleads. "Move, move," he begged. I happily followed his orders. "Faster, faster, please!" I could barely control myself. I started slamming at rapid speed into his tight ass. I could barely see clearly anymore. Everything just appeared as bright colours. I wasn't forming thoughts, my brain was just clouded over by white-hot pleasure. Sounds merely registered as a buzz of arousal from Kyle. All I could smell was Kyle. Everything was just Kyle. 

Eventually, I came and he came with me, breathing a massive sigh of relief. My knot was firmly planted into him, neither of us were going anywhere for a while. "Th-Thank you," Kyle moaned out eventually.

"No problem; I like it when you order me around," I admitted. 

Kyle went red. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!"

I kissed his cheek. "I said I liked it, didn't I?" 

Kyle nodded. He was silent, but, after a couple minutes, he spoke, "Stan, did I ever tell how I became a slave?" Kyle asked.

"No," I told him gently, "and you don't have to."

"But, can I?"

"Of course," I replied happily, nuzzling into his wild hair.

"My family was starving. My mother and father both worked long hours every day. My little brother, Ike, he's a beta. He's really smart. He went to school, but we needed the money to send him to university so that he could make something of himself, and get my parents out of poverty. 

I always felt like dead weight. Like no matter what I did I was never any help the way Ike was. All I could ever do was cook and clean. It didn't matter if I understood math better than all the other kids my age who actually went to school. I was an omega, and, therefore, useless. Then, my mother got sick. She was going to die without medical attention, and we had no money. So, I called the slave agency to our house, and I told them there was an omega to be sold. 

They made a deal with my Dad while my Mom screamed in protest from her bed, too ill to move and stop the transaction. I can still remember the grateful look my father gave me, with tears in his eyes, as I was taken away. But, Stan, I don't even know if they're still alive. And I'll never see them again. What if the money didn't help? What if it didn't help, it was all for nothing and they're all dead?!" said Kyle, crying into me. I hugged him so tightly against me and started crying myself; overwhelmed by the hormones around me and my partner's sadness.

"I'm so sorry Kyle. I'm so, so sorry I wasn't there to protect you and help you. You are so, so brave. We'll find them. We'll find your parents and Ike, and we'll bring them help."

"We will? Stan, no."

"Yes, Kyle; we will," I decided. I was now determined we would, and Kyle was not going to persuade me otherwise.

Kyle was silent for another couple moments. "Stan, will you, mark me?" asked Kyle, quietly.

"Only if you mark me too." Kyle grinned at me.

I bit hard into the soft tender flesh of his neck. Kyle let out quiet winces and moans. I shushed him, offering apologies. As blood gushed out, I lapped it all up, determined to sooth the bitten skin. When my knot died, Kyle did the same to me.

From that day forward, our goal was to find Kyle's family. But Kyle was determined to do everything himself. Pay for the tickets, everything. He joined a charity involved in stopping human trafficking. He quickly rose up the ranks once they discovered his talent at public speaking. I came to any of the talks he gave that I could so that I could cheer him on. Soon, Kyle was within the highest levels of the charity, third or fourth in command, getting paid a salary. It was only about half what I earned, but I was so proud of him. He tried to give it all to me, but I firmly said no, and decided it would all go towards finding his family.

A couple of years later, we were outside a small brick cottage. Kyle was staring at the door like it was some kind of evil gremlin. "What if this isn't the right house? Or it is and they hate me?" I ignored him and knocked on the door myself. Kyle half yelled in panic and glared at me.

"Why hello, and what can I do for you?" asked a plum, squawky woman with bright red hair just like Kyle's. Kyle was frozen to the spot. I smiled, this must be his Mom. Her eyes glanced over me, and then over Kyle. She gasped, seemingly paralysed in shock. "Kyle...? That's not you, is it bubby?" she asked softly. Her voice held a certain desperation as if afraid Kyle was some illusion.

"Yeah Mom. It's me," he replied, shakily. The woman wrapping her arms tightly around him in a vice-like grip.

"Gerald! Ike! Karen! Kenny! It's Kyle! He's alive!" she screamed with joy. Four more people burst out of the house, and all jumped onto Kyle. I stood happily to the side. Kyle was crying, and, as far as I could tell, so were the others. 

Kyle had mentioned Karen and Kenny to me as well. Kenny was his beta friend, and he had little, omega sister called Karen. From the smell of things, Karen was bonded to Ike. 

The cottage they all lived in looked cramped for five people, but a lot better than the ghastly mud hut Kyle always told me about, and all of them looked well fed.

When they eventually all pulled away, Ike shoved his brother." Why did you leave us!" he yelled, tears streaming down his face. "I told you I would work it out! I didn't even get to say goodbye!" he said, then hugged his brother tightly again.

"I had to stop being a victim, like you said, remember?" said Kyle gently to his brother. I vaguely remembered Kyle telling me how his brother once told him to stop complaining and feeling sorry for himself when he was crying about his mother's condition.

"That's what inspired you to sell yourself off?" Ike started crying harder. Kyle patted his back comfortingly.

"No, I'd been thinking about it for a while," said Kyle soothingly.

"You saved us," said Ike quieter. "They gave Dad so much money. Mom got a doctor, I went to university, and got a job that paid for all of this. I was so determined through it all because I knew if I failed, your sacrifice would have been for nothing. But there would have been another way! We would have found another way!" yelled Ike. Kyle said nothing, deciding there was really no response to that. He just kept stroking his brother's back. After another minute or so, Ike pulled away and looked over curiously at me.

"Who's that?" Ike sniffed me. "Wait a second! You smell just like him! That's your mate!" The five of them looked at me uncertainly, unsure whether they were meant to hug me or kick my ass.

"This is my mate, Stan. He, er, he saved me," said Kyle, walking over and clinging to my arm. The five of them immediately lowered their guard.

"Um, hello?" I said, tentatively.

"You've been looking after my bubby?" asked Shelia, still sounding suspicious.

"Um, yes?"

"Thank you. Thank you so much," she said, hugging me tightly. "Are the two of you staying long?"

"Um, we'd didn't know if there'd be room, so we're just here for the afternoon," said Kyle. "But we can come back and stay longer soon."

"You can? Where do you live?"

"America," said Kyle quietly.

"America?! How much money does this amazing gentleman have!"

"Kyle paid for this trip actually," I answered honestly.

"He did! But how?! He's an omega!" said Kyle's Mom, shocked.

"In America, omegas have equal rights to alphas and betas, and they can get jobs Mom," answered Kyle. He held out an envelope to her.

"Here, it's all the money I've made so far."

"Kyle, we can't accept this. Give it to Stan, it sounds like he'd done a lot for you."

Stan shook his head. "Kyle's the one who's done so much for me. I love him, and I want to help his family," I said resolutely. After a little more arguing, Shelia eventually accepted the money. Apparently, the house really did need some help. Even with four of them working jobs there was always some crisis going on. Kyle and I stayed the rest of the afternoon, before promising to come back and visit properly soon. We then headed home.

About a week after, I got a phone call from Cartman. "Hey Stan, my main man. The club is open and it is leash night! So, you bringing your bitch or not?"

"No! I am not putting a leash on Kyle!" I yelled down the phone. Kyle, who was right next to me on the couch, turned red.

"Oh my God, have you even touched him yet?" asked Cartman, sounding unimpressed.

"Yes, he's my mate," I said proudly.

"Your mate!? Stan, you can't mate a bitch you bought!"

"I can and I have fatass, and don't call the love of my life a bitch!"

"Stan! Seriously! For the love of God, you are such a hippie!"

"Suck my balls fatass."

Cartman was silent for a minute and then started laughing down the phone. "This, this is too sweet. So, you met your true love because of my trafficking obsession, right?"

"That's not really the right way to look at it," I said.

"Nu-uh, admit it Stan. Human trafficking is a good thing. Otherwise, you'd never have met your mate."

"No! That's not how you should look at it!" Kyle grabbed the phone from me, annoyed by the fat man's words, which he could clearly hear from next to me.

"Congress is coming for you fat boy! I work for people, not slaves and Congress are passing legislation as you speak! And Stan knows where you live! Those poor omegas will be free soon!" Cartman screamed 'No!' and quickly hung up the phone, as if worried we'd track the call. I laughed along with Kyle, and the two of us fell happily asleep on the couch.

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Hey guys~ You've officially reached the end of this train wreck of a story! I'm seeing more A/B/O on Archive of Our Own (AO3) and I'm contributing to this mess of a troop within the South Park community, and I'm not entirely sure how I feel about that, but I've done it now! There is no going back! 

And now for a fic recommendation that no one asked for ~ 'Meet Some Friends of Mine' by Holy_quiznak over on AO3 is a great A/B/O South Park fic if you love Bunny, Creek and Style. Although, quite frankly, currently Stan can go fuck himself in that story - I am much more rooting for Kyvid (I don't know how to put an accent on the 'i' and I feel like I'm betraying both David and Kyle)

What do you guys feel like reading next? More A/B/O? Because I wanna right omega Stan, but I don't know if you guys have had enough omegaverse for now.

How do you guys feel about the SP fandom right now anyway? Some people are frustrated by the amount of Style out there. I mean, this is a Style one-shot book; so I don't think anyone reading this would feel that way, but does anyone want anything else? Also, are you guys having a friendly, fun time in the SP fandom? Because I am, but some people think it's a little tense.

Also, I'm on a singing course the whole of next week, so there probably won't be any updates until next Monday, so sorry about that.

Anyways, have an awesome day guys~