The first time Emily felt The Need, she didn’t realize what was happening.
She was gliding from Present to Hold as gracefully as possible during Positions Class, when she started feeling like her skin was too tight for her body. There was an almost itching sensation all over. She tried to Hold, but she kept fidgeting. Teacher instructed the class to continue the Hold, and walked over to Emily.
Emily tried as hard as she could to Maintain. She hated disappointing Teacher.
“You normally do so well with the Hold, Emily. What seems to be the problem?”
“I feel strange, Teacher.”
The beta woman gave Emily a knowing look. “Think about how you’re feeling, then think about your lessons. What do you think the problem could be?”
Emily considered for a moment. “Could it be…” She lowered her voice to an excited whisper, “Could it be The Need?” If it was indeed The Need, she would be the first in her class to move into the next stage of training, Preparation. She felt equal parts excitement and apprehension. Preparation was the last stage before Service. She felt a ripple of heat run from her head to her toes as The Need intensified.
Teacher smiled down at the slender sixteen year old. “Yes, girl. You have The Need.” Then her expression sobered a little. “Work on maintaining your hold. Alpha’s are not subject to your Need. You must practice waiting until they decide to Release you.”
Emily took a deep breath and rocked back on her rear, legs folded beneath her, hands palm up on her knees. She arched her back and tried to focus on maintaining Position. She would be going to an Alpha soon to request Release. She wondered what that meant. As thorough as the education at the Training Center was, students were told they must learn about Release directly from an Alpha after they developed The Need.
Teacher returned to the front of the class, pulled out her communicator and alerted Headmaster Alpha of her student’s development. The Beta turned to her students, saying, “Students, maintain your hold, and listen. Emily is the first of your year to develop The Need.”
The strain of thirteen, sixteen year old boys and girls fighting the urge to turn and look at the girl in question filled the room with palpable tension. By year sixteen any omega who couldn’t maintain a Hold would likely never make it to Service. But Teacher was good at her job, and her class Maintained well.
“After class I want you to say your good byes calmly. Soon each one of you will have the joy of moving to Preparation. In the meantime, Maintain.” Teacher moved around the room, occasionally stopping at a student to offer instruction or use her thin pointer to adjust an arm or tap a back that wasn’t arched enough.
Emily was having a difficult time staying in position. She felt a hunger she had never imagined. Not for food but for….something. The open room with its high ceiling and cheery sunlight began to feel stuffy. The smell of her fellow omegas began to offend her. Even Teacher’s barely there beta smell was irritating. She felt herself unraveling, but before she could break Hold, she imagined an Alpha was in the room. As much as she hated disappointing Teacher, the thought of disappointing an Alpha was abhorrent.
All good things came from the Alphas.
To disobey is madness.
If Teacher expected her to Maintain during The Need, it meant that’s what Alpha’s expected as well. She imagined Headmaster Alpha standing in front of her, watching. The though was immediately soothing and her mind was able to move to the quiet place it found during any Maintain command.
Teacher kept an eye on Emily as she moved around the room. The girl was doing surprisingly well for experiencing her first Need. After this long, some omegas began crying or shaking, but not her Emily. She was the most natural omega Teacher had ever come across in her decades at the Training Center. Of course, all omegas were born with a desire to submit and serve, but some more than others. She wondered who Headmaster Alpha had in mind for her. Likely a very prestigious, powerful Alpha.
As well as Emily was doing, Teacher still kept an eye on her timepiece. There were no clocks on the walls, and students were not taught to tell time until Preparation.
Time should only matter to an omega in the context of an Alpha’s commands.
She had notified Headmaster of Emily’s condition and now all she could do was wait until he chose to Release the poor Omega. As valuable as omegas were, Teacher was often glad she was a beta. The Need was not an easy gift to bear.
Her communicator chimed and Teacher turned again to the class, “All right everyone. You all did very well today, even with the added distraction. You may Break.”
The omegas preened at her praise, and gracefully stood up and turned toward Emily. She was till in Hold, eyes closed, breathing even. If Teacher hadn’t known her condition, she would have never known her body was in chaos. Teacher frowned and moved in front of the girl. “Emily? Can you hear me?”
As Emily slowly opened her eyes her body began shaking slightly. Her eyes widened in horror as she realized everyone was up and she was still in Hold. “I apologize for my disobedience, Teacher! Please punish me!” As she spoke she moved forward, still on her knees but now her head was on the ground at Teachers feet in Supplication.
Teacher placed her hand on the back of the omega’s head. “There is no need for that, child. You are handling The Need very well. Go say goodbye to your classmates.”
Emily looked up at Teacher incredulously, but obeyed. Her fellow omegas gathered around her. Everyone knew better than to ask her about The Need. Instead they placed their hands on her gently and whispered words of encouragement and congratulations.
Omegas were never to be loud or disorderly.
Omegas were to be soft, gentle, and above all else, obedient.
After their sweet goodbyes, the other omega’s filed out of the classroom calmly, leaving Emily alone with Teacher. “Back into Hold, little one. You’re doing very well, but that seemed to soothe you.”
Gratefully Emily returned to her mat and glided onto her knees. She felt like she was on fire, and there was an odd sensation between her legs. At this point, she was no longer scared of Release, if it made this feeling go away, she didn’t care what it entailed. She closed her eyes and drifted.
Omegas do not need to think about time, they are merely required to obey.
Minutes or hours may have passed, when suddenly, she smelled something heavenly come into the room. She recognized the smell as Headmaster Alpha. He had always smelled pleasant and safe, but now he smelled delicious.
She opened her eyes, but kept them downcast without even considering making eye contact. Omega training had begun the minute she could walk, and proper behavior was as natural to her as breathing.
An Omega never looks directly into an Alpha’s eyes unless he commands it.
Headmaster took a moment to look her over. He had been keeping an eye on this omega for a while. Between her looks and her natural submission, she was easily the best omega the school had seen. He licked his lips and ran his eyes over her body. She was small, as an omega should be, but she had wide hips and high set breasts, with a slim waist. He couldn’t wait to have her plush lips on his cock as he gave her Release for the first time. Training omegas was a difficult job, the children were insanely valuable and any mistake that lead to the injury or improper training of one of his charges could ruin him. But it was moments like these that made it all worth it.
He noticed a slight tightening around her mouth and eyes and figured he’d made her wait long enough. God, he loved them desperate and begging, but this wasn’t time for that. He wasn’t at home with one of his own, he was training an omega that could one day belong to the most powerful Alpha in the country. He took a breath and leaned down to run his thumb over the girl’s lips. Her sharp intake of breath went straight to his cock as he noted she still did not meet his eyes.
A full body tremor went through her at the praise. Headmaster smiled. Today was going to be a good day.