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An excited chattering filled the classroom, chairs scooching up closer to the front so the students sitting in them could see better. Mica made a face from where he sat on the teacher’s desk up front, which had been moved right to the center of the room. The smell of prepubescent Alpha hormones was heavy enough in the air to nauseate him. When he heard Mica sigh, the tall, broad shouldered adult Alpha beside him swatted the back of his head, and Mica, wincing, sat up straighter, endeavoring to look at least a little less miserable. The Alpha smiled smugly, then clapped his hands in a rhythm, clap clap, clap clap clap, that all the smaller Alphas imitated. The adult Alpha, Terrence, gave them a proud smile.
“Good morning, gentlemen and gentlewomen,” he said, standing up straighter himself, “Welcome welcome, to your very first year of sex ed!” The Alpha children cheered and hollered, stamping their feet and clapping their hands. Terrence made a hand motion to stop the commotion, but grinned. He was always more compassionate towards the young Alphas than anyone else, Mica had noticed. Terrence was hoping the pup his mate was carrying was a good, strong Alpha boy. Perhaps that was for the best. Perhaps then he could actually be a half decent father.
“My name is Mr. Blight,” Terrence was saying, writing his name in chalk on the board, “But you can call me Mr. B-”
“Who’s the slick?” shouted one of the young Alphas in the crowd. A female, tanned and muscular, long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. Mica quickly looked away from her.
If Mica had ever interrupted Terrence like that, he would regret the day he was born. This time, however, the man just laughed. “A good question!” he boomed, “This-” He grabbed Mica by the scruff, pulling him up from his seat and making him whimper, “Is our demonstration omega, Mica. Say hello to the class, omega.”
Mica raised up a hand, trying not to wince too much at Terrence’s painful grip. “Hello class,” he said. Terrence gripped his scruff even tighter. Mica let out a sound of protest as the man leaned in close, whispering, but loud enough so that all the Alphas in the class could hear.
“Close,” he growled, “What are you supposed to call them?”
“Sirs!” Mica spluttered out, almost before Terrence had finished speaking, “And ma’ams! Sorry, Alpha!”
Terrence let go of his neck, unceremoniously depositing him back on the desk. Mica made a face, rubbing at the back of his neck, but he knew better than to protest the treatment. All the little Alphas were watching them with wide eyes.
Terrence grinned at them. “And that, class, was your very first lesson!” he declared, “As an Alpha, it is your job to give your omega training and boundaries and keep them firmly in control. If you don’t, you will fail to give them the guidance they need, and your control and dominance will fade. Little things like the look on their face or the language they use may not seem important, but it is these very places where their most uncouth and rebellious behaviors so often begin. It is important,” he told them, gesturing for Mica to stand up from the desk, which he did, “To constantly be asserting your power, so there is no question in the omega’s mind as to his place.” He put a hand firmly on the back of Mica’s neck, turning his head to make him face the class. “This omega is a fresh one, only about a year older than the ones you’ll find in class with you. You may notice that because of this, he still has some of that rebellious fire in him. Luckily for you, none of you will receive an omega as young as this one. All omegas will first be sent to finishing school before they are made eligible for mating.” One of the kids in the class groaned. Terrence laughed. “I know, I know! It seems like such a waste, leaving them unmated so long,” he twirled a finger through one of Mica’s curls, the boy doing his best to stay as still and compliant as possible. When Terrence started waxing poetic about the importance of obedience, it was a very, very bad idea to give him the cause to demonstrate. “However, the finishing school period, long as it might seem, is actually a very good thing. Over the course of four years, omegas at finishing school are sculpted into the perfect mates, trained in obedience, poise, beauty, manners, and of course,” he winked, “Pleasing their Alpha.” A few of the students whooped with excitement. Terrence laughed again, pointing to call on a student in the class.
“But Mr. B.,” said one of the Alphas, frowning deeply, his dark brow furrowed with concern as he spoke, “What if we want our omega to be fresh and untainted? I don’t want an omega who’s already been trained to come on someone else’s knot…”
A few of the other Alphas laughed. Some of them looked amused. Others looked concerned.
“Another good question!” Terrence declared. He kept his hand firmly on the back of Mica’s neck, guiding him to walk across the front of the room and back, so that all the little Alphas could observe him better. “Something you probably noticed right off the bat about this omega is the smell. What can you observe from that?” Several students raised their hands. Terrence called on one.
“I can smell that he’s young,” the Alpha piped up, “Just like you said! He still smells powdery like a baby, so he hasn’t had his first heat yet.”
Terrence smiled brightly, even as Mica’s face burned with embarrassment. “Very good!” Terrence said. He tilted Mica’s head forcefully to the side, exposing his scent glands for the whole class to get a look at. “Mica is thirteen years old. His first heat will probably arrive sometime this year. Until then, he is extremely unlikely to get pregnant. What else do you notice?”
“He’s unclaimed!” shouted out someone in the back.
Terrence held up a wagging finger. “Nuh-uh-uh!” he scolded, “We raise our hands in this class.” The boy in the back blushed, raising his hand. Terrence didn’t call on him, but he nodded his approval. “Nevertheless, your observation is correct. Claiming Mica would make it difficult to use him for demonstrations. He would react poorly to being used by more Alphas than just me if I was to claim him. Besides, my wife would probably kill me.”
Some of the Alphas laughed. Others turned to whisper to each other with building excitement. The potent scent in the room grew even stronger. Mica wrinkled his nose. An Alpha raised her hand. Terrence called on her.
“Does that mean we’re going to get to use this omega?” she giggled. The Alphas whispering around her giggled too.
Terrence winked. “If you’re all very good!” The little Alphas gasped, all turning to talk to each other. Terrence cleared his throat. “Good means listening, my friends.” The Alphas quickly turned to face up front, sitting up straight, hands on their desks or in their laps, making comically attentive faces. Mica briefly traced his eyes over them, and his stomach churned with nervousness. He could see below the desks that several of them had tents in their pants already. These Alphas were young, just starting puberty, and probably not as hung as grown ones like Terrence were. Nevertheless, there were around twenty of them in this room. Mica swallowed.
“Which brings up another point about his scent…” Terrence was saying. Mica was halfway tuning him out at this point, looking over the rest of the Alphas instead. There was no response to his question this time. “Something about what it’s mixed with…?” Terrence prompted. Blank stares. “Does anyone want to take a whiff?” Multiple hands shot up. “You, in the front!”
A tall, skinny Alpha with acne practically pranced his way up to Mica, leaning right in to grab Mica and bury his nose in the boy’s neck when Terrence tilted his head again to expose him. Mica could feel the Alpha’s heated breath on his skin, feel the prod of his nose over his sensitive scent glands. Down below, something hard prodded against Mica’s waist. Both Mica and the Alpha boy whimpered at the effects of the intimate act on them, and the class laughed, making them flush.
The Alpha boy kept his head down, probably to hide his blush, though he was doing a fair amount of sniffling too. “Alright, alright, that’s enough!” Terrence grabbed the boy’s shoulder to pull him back from Mica, and the class snickered. “What did you smell?” Terrence asked the Alpha boy.
The boy tilted his head. “I smelled… strawberries and cream,” he murmured, “With a light tint of honey…” The rest of the class leaned in closer to hear, but then the boy wrinkled his nose. “And then a whole bunch of other scents… jumbled up, confused. Alpha musk, smoke, kerosene, sharp scents and earthy scents, and just… a whole mess of stuff.” He frowned. “Maybe even a hint of beta…?”
Terrence grinned, clapping his hands as Mica’s face burned all the way up his ears. The boy’s description hadn’t exactly been complimentary. “Very good!” Terrence praised him, clapping him on the shoulder, “You have quite the nose. The strawberries and cream is this omega’s personal scent. Every omega’s is different and makes them unique. All omegas smell slightly of honey, but that will get way stronger when he gets his heat. That’s how you’ll know he’s ready for breeding.” He winked. The class did an ‘ooooh!’ “The other stuff, that’s the others who have touched him lately. The reason it smells confusing,” he turned Mica’s scent glands back to face the crowd again, “Is because this slick is a slut!” He slapped Mica’s ass, hard, and the boy let out an undignified squeak. The class howled with laughter. Terrence did too. Mica’s eyes swam with tears he fought to keep in. “Of course,” Terrence said, gesturing for the Alphas to settle down and dismissing the boy who’d sniffed Mica back to his seat, “That is actually his job. Unlike most finishing school omegas, as a demonstration omega, Mica here will not be kept pure for a future Alpha of his own. Instead, he is to be kept by the school as long as he is young and useful as an example at the finishing school, and for students like you. He will be used by teachers as an example, or by young Alpha students as practice. He is also used by the beta trainers at the finishing school, which is why you caught a hint of that. Most omegas at the school will only be used by betas until they are claimed, which will save them as knot-virgins for Alphas like you.” He gave Mica’s neck a tap, indicating to the omega to stand up straight again.
A student raised her hand. “Where will he go after that?” she asked.
Terrence shrugged. “Beats me,” he admitted. “A military base, a whorehouse, an Alpha rehabilitation program, a breeding program? Somewhere where they don’t mind used goods.”
Mica’s heart sank. Not a lot was kept secret from him, but nobody had ever talked about what his situation would look like once he was done being a demonstration omega. Not that he’d had much of a choice to begin with. He didn’t particularly like the sound of those odds.
“In any case,” Terrence said, “I think it’s time to talk to you all about how to train and treat your omega! Now listen carefully, because this is all very important…”
At this point, Mica zoned in and out. Terrence had let him sit back on the table, which he really appreciated. Terrence went over a lot of information that day- what an omega’s place was, what laws governed relationships, what basic skills an omega should come equipped with from Finishing School, basic rewards and punishments for further training, modifications you could pay for, straight from the finishing school… Mica had already learned most of this in Finishing School, though from a different perspective. All Alphas had full and final control over their mates. Omegas were forbidden to work, and were to only leave the house when accompanied by a trusted Alpha or beta. Omegas should not be left alone too long, because they required frequent contact with their mate to regulate their bodies and mental health, and besides that, a lone omega couldn’t be trusted. The place of an omega was to please their Alpha in whatever way they were asked and give them pups, and anything less was a punishable offense. Omegas were not allowed to use the word no with their Alphas. They did not speak unless spoken to. They were sweet, well-mannered, and obedient. You could not murder your omega if they displeased you, or perform surgical changes without the help of a licensed professional, but if you wished you could punish them quite severely, including in ways that caused scars. Branding was fashionable. As was beating. Omegas in heat were extremely vulnerable and should be kept in the house, given lots of food and fluids, and fucked until their heat went down. The probability of conception was extremely high in heat, so if you didn’t want lots of pups, it was recommended to wear a condom, even if the omega cried about it (which they often did- an Alpha’s cum contained chemicals that helped to calm them down and heats were more painful without it. Terrence promised to show the students other ways to settle their omegas.) Male omegas had a higher mortality rate when giving birth than females did, and often required C sections. Omegas generally carried anywhere from 1-5 pups at a time, but 2-3 was most common. It was allowed to take more than one omega, if you could afford, defend, and keep control of that many- Alphas often got into conflicts over omegas. It was also okay to form a pack of Alphas and omegas, to pool resources, and within that pack, Alphas could share omegas with each other. Otherwise, an omega sleeping with an Alpha they were unmated to was not only unhealthy for them, but a severe offense. Betas were forbidden from mating with omegas- they didn’t have the pheromones to calm their omegas and keep them docile, or the knot to get them through their heat. Betas couldn’t mate with Alphas either- a beta’s hole wasn’t made to handle a knot, and an Alpha’s rut would likely kill them. Besides, betas weren’t as fertile as Alphas or omegas anyway. They were best suited to other betas and office work.
Mica idly daydreamed about the days back before he’d gone to finishing school, back when he hadn’t known much at all about his future, back before the Incident that made him a ward of the state, and thus a prime candidate for a demonstration omega. He remembered running through town laughing and playing with his friends, going to the pool, or the park, hearing their omega parents call after them to please be careful, they loved them so dearly, they’d hate to see them hurt…
No one said that sort of thing to Mica anymore. As Terrence spoke, he could feel the gazes of the class of Alphas on him. Attentive. Observant. Hungry.
The children all snapped out of it when they heard a knock at the door. The face of the children’s regular teacher, a beta called Mr. Henry, poked into the room. “Excuse me Mr. Blight, may I interrupt?” Terrence waved a hand for him to continue. “I have the omegas waiting out in the hall.”
Terrence shared a smirk with the class of Alphas. “Excellent,” he said, “We’re about ready for our demonstration. Show them in.”
Even more spectators! Mica closed his eyes and took a deep breath, steadying himself. First day on the job. Here goes nothing!