He couldn't believe it, the championship! The biggest happening in the entire empire and he would compete in it. Only the most elite of the elite amongst boys got selected, and he got the first seed spot in the region!
Jude stopped suddenly. No, this can't be right, something must be wrong. Why would they give it to him? While he was a good student, scoring among the highest in school, he never did well in popularity contests. Actually, he wasn't even among the top hundred in the school. The teachers liked him but it was more of an empathic sympathy in the way you might regard an ugly, retarded puppy rather than a noble canine. They knew he was an orphan and encouraged him to do his best.
Could it be a mistake? Had someone in the championship board decided to play a cruel joke on the orphan boy? Was it a lesson for him to learn his place?
All these thoughts swirled within his mind as he walked back to the dorms. He shook his head, it didn't matter why. What mattered was that he had been selected, and it was up to him to do his best and bring pride to his school. Or atleast not disgrace himself
He sprung up the last flight of stairs and headed to his room to prepare for the banquet.
As an orphan he only had the meagre allowance he got from the school to buy clothes, and it was supposed to cover all his living costs including student literature. That was why all of his clothes were hand me downs from former students. Perhaps their style had gone out of fashion, or perhaps the previous owner simply didn't care for the old garments and left them behind when they graduated. It was all too easy to replace a wardrobe rather than moving it around when your parents had millions in the bank.
To make sure he could dress nice, and not always wear clothes out of fashion, he picked up sewing. It was a subject taught in the first four years of the curriculum but with most of the students coming from upper class families, they had little use for it and viewed it as a useless skill. Jude didn't have that luxury though. For this evening he emptied his savings and bought a plain white dress. It was nowhere near lavish enough to be worn during a banquet but the sewing teacher allowed him to salvage some materials from her class. She was delighted that a boy took an interest in her subject and helped with the additions to his dress.
He'd sown a band of frills that started at his right shoulder circled down around the chest and hips to end at his right thigh. Were the cloth met the frills he'd sown it up to reveal the thigh and make the fabric fold to give an impression of motion. As a last detail he added a glittery, silver belt to further accentuate his hips. The dress wasn't perfect and a bit loose around the chest, but it was good enough. It couldn't compare to the designer dresses the other boys wore, which cost more than Jude's yearly allowance.
He thought back on last years banquet. He'd worn a blue dress. It had been apparent to everyone that it was secondhand because the fashion had gone out style a decade ago, and he only stood out because the cheapness of it. He was one of the few boys in school not to be invited to dance with any of the futa teachers that year and Jan and his cronies made sure he didn't forget it for many weeks thereafter. This year he was determined to turn things around, after all, it was the last time he'd celebrate liberation day in school and he wanted to make it a memory he could cherish.
He pulled the dress over his head and sat down to begin his makeup. He added the extra blush on his cheeks, a line of silver and some glitter atop his eyelids. For the lips he choose a deeper red and smacked them together to make sure there was no stain. All done he stood in front of the mirror and regarded his work. The dress was tight around the hips, and slightly loose around the chest area, but it could be played off as part of the design and it wouldn't rip as long as he was careful to not bend too low. He took a few steps forward, placing his feet in a straight line and swayed his hips. It was important to let the sway come naturally, if he took out the turns it would look deliberate and ruin the illusion. You wanted your gait to appear natural. He thought of Mikkel, and knew he would sway his hips as much as possible but that was his style. He didn't have Mikkels ass or wide hips and had to rely on the more elegant approach, with a tangible yet subdued sexiness. He spun around, raised his hands to his chest and looked at the image in the mirror. The boy looking back at him was hot, he almost didn't recognise himself.
He checked the clock which showed eight thirty, the banquet would start at nine but it was a good to be early and mingle with the other boys and teachers so he left his room and headed towards the assembly hall. On his way he met up with Mikkel who rushed at him. Jude gawked at the purple dress he was wore. It was expensive, but more importantly, it was showing way too much skin. Fitted tightly around his hips, ending just below his crotch and only held together by a few scattered threads along the sides.
"Hey Jude, lets go together," he said and grabbed his hand.
He felt shy about holding another boy's hand but Mikkel didn't offer him an alternative. So together, hand in hand, they walked to the Banquet.
"You know, word has gotten out," Mikkel said.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm talking about your ballet performance."
"My ballet?"
"Yes! Everyone's talking about it and how you blew audience away and got a first seed ticket to the championship."
"Why are they be talking about that, it wasn't like it was big audience. Actually, everyone left before we even started so.." Mikkel gave him a quirky look
"You don't change, do you? How often do you think someone get a ticket like that? Never! It has never happened before. Everyone who was there has been going around school talking about it. I even heard two futas that left just before bemoaning what they'd missed. You are the talk of the entire school, savour it!"
It made Jude anxious, he wasn't used to stand in the center, and when they reached the door to the assembly hall he stopped in his tracks. What if everyone would look at him as he entered. What should he say, how should he act? What if he said something wrong and they took his ticket away? Would they see that his dress wasn't designer made and think less of him for it? His shoulders tensed and the doors grew into an insurmountable obstacle, His legs refused to take another step. Mikkel turned in surprise as Jude stopped and grabbed both his hands.
"Why are you standing there, come on let's go."
He tried to wriggle free from Mikkels grasp but he was stronger than him and reluctantly he was dragged into the assembly hall. They were met with a chorus of voices mingling together and then heads started to turn their way. Others got curious what everyone looked at and soon the entire hall had gone quiet with all eyes on them. Jude couldn't breathe, he felt an urge to escape their stares and hide behind Mikkel.
"Don't stand about, go!" Mikkel said and pushed him forward.
"Jude over here" He heard a voice and saw Ms Meredith approach.
"I'm glad you've joined us," She said and smiled at him.
"Thank you, Ms Meredith" he replied and curtsied.
"Come, there's some people I'd like for you to meet."
She grabbed his hand and dragged him along. Jude glanced back at Mikkel who winked, then went to talk to some of the other boys.
Meredith brought him to a circle of futas and introduced them to him. There was Margarethe, a short stocky Futa with big, muscular arms and a kind face, "Good evening ma'm," Jude greeted her and curtsied.
Then there was Kristina, who had a long face and a pointy nose, Julia a large futa with bulging muscles and flat crooked nose, the head of the school board, Agnes a tiny madame with blonde hair and blue eyes, dressed in a cute dress with layered frills. He remembered her from the audience in the gym hall. Jude alternated his greetings with "a pleasure", "I'm delighted" and so on as to not sound monotone.
"We've been discussing your future," Meredith said
"My future?"
"Yes, now that you've been selected to participate in the championship you can expect school to round up behind you and we'll make sure you have all the resources you need to shine the brightest. That's to say, we expect a lot from you and we expect you will do your utmost to honor and carry of our school. The championship of the first male of the empire is a grand stage where a school can gain national recognition." Jude felt his heart skip a beat and his expression turned serious.
"Yes, Ma'm."
"That was a wonderful performance earlier today," Agnes cut in, "If you can replicate such a performance you will do just fine."
Jude didn't know if he could, it had all happened in the moment and he wasn't sure what everyone thought was so great about it.
"Anyway, we will put a suggestion before the board at our next meeting to hire an instructor for your exclusive training. Have you heard of Meriss Starigold?" Ms Meredith asked.
Jude gasped, Meriss Starigold was a world renowned ballet instructor who'd trained stars such as Duke Langley and Johnathan Mchart. Duke Langley being one of Judes idols and the last great star who retired just as the war ended, citing it was time for him to take a step back and let the younger generation take over. That never happened and it left a huge void in the ballet scene. Today's dancers only performed at small venues or on New years eve and Liberation day. Duke langley was the last to perform before an audience of more than ten thousand.
"Y-yes, I've heard of her."
"So how do you feel about having her instruct you?"
"I..." It was too much to take in and he struggled to find the words.
"If that's what the board think is best that's great but, um, I wouldn't want to be an inconvenience to anyone and it's okay if you didn't."
They looked at him with perplexed expressions.
"That is what we think is best, we wouldn't suggest it otherwise."
"Well then, I'm happy, thank you." He curtsied lower than usually did.
"I promise I will train every day."
"But don't overdo it, we wouldn't want you to get hurt now, do we?"
"Of course, Ms Meredith. I'll be careful."
"We'll talk more about it at a later date, when the board has drawn up the plans. Until then, make sure to stay diligent in your studies and training. Now you should take the chance to enjoy yourself, I believe your friends are eager to talk to you," she gestured towards the group of boys Mikkel was standing with.
He gave another curtsy and thanked them for their support. They followed him with their eyes as he walked away. When he was out of earshot Kristina spoke.
"Is that really the boy we're sending to the championship?"
"Seemed very ordinary to me" Julia added. Meredith couldn't help but smile.
"Oh you will see. In time you'll all understand" she said and shared a meaningful glance with Agnes.
The other boys showered Jude with questions. What had the school board said to him, how did he learn to dance and what was his advice for someone who wanted to learn.
Mikkel proclaimed they would both be crowned First Male, which made Jude stammer as he tried to explain that only one could and that it would never happen to him.
It was only when the head of the liberation day committee's voice rang out across the hall, inviting them to sit down, he could break free from their questions.
A five course meal was on the menu. Jude ate his food in silence and tried to make himself invisible, of course that was hard sitting next to Mikkel who spoke about the championship to anyone who wanted to listen, which was everyone within earshot. Jude felt glad he put ample makeup on, otherwise everyone would see the redness that flared up to his eartips.
He cut the beef with his knife, sitting with a straight back, elbows tucked and chewed the meat doused in red wine sauce the correct amount of times, savouring the taste.
The conversations around the table comprised of the day's activities and the boys argued amongst themselves which club had given the best service and performance. His name was mentioned at times and the boys in question would glance his way then huddle together and whisper. Mikkel was caught up in his conversations, joking, laughing and gesturing with his hands. Inbetween he stuffed his mouth full with such poor etiquette it would have given Mrs Fawlorne a heart attack had she seen him. No one spoke to Jude but he was fine with that. Actually, he preferred it. After everything that had happened lately he felt overwhelmed. He sat properly in his chair and gazed at the candlelit chandeliers. The crystals sparkled in all the colors of the rainbow as the light reflected within, it was beautiful.
Desserts were served. The boys could choose between three different items. A chocolate fondant with cream and crackers, a Lime and vanilla fudge tartlet served with cherry sauce, or an assortment of mint sorbets, among them rasberry, blackcurrant and lemon. Jude wanted something light so he wouldn't feel heavy for the dance so he picked the sorbets. The sweetness and sourness refreshed his mind and he exhaled in contentment. He only took a bite of each and then pushed the plate away.
"Are you gonna eat that?" Mikkel asked leaning in, mouth full of chocolate fondant.
"No, you can have it."
Mikkel reached over and grabbed his plate then scraped the sorbet to his own. Jude glanced around to make sure no one watched, taking food from someone else's plate wasn't proper.
The school had hired an orchestra for the banquet and they played soft, peaceful tunes as the boys finished their meals. The tableware was removed. The students and the teachers dined at separate tables but were now allowed to mingle. Many boys rushed over to try put themselves in the teachers good favour in hopes that they would be invited to dance. Jude was too shy, so he moved to the side and stood by a curtain against the wall. It was okay if no one invited him to dance, the day had brought so many memories already he'd never forget it. Mikkel rushed off to speak to the gym teacher, and they were now caught up in a discussion of what exercises were the best to build volume, waiters walked around the floor and served drinks. Sweet lemonade for the boys and alcoholic beverages to the teachers. The drinking age for Males in the empire was eighteen, but they were only allowed to drink if their mistresses permitted it and the school had a strict no alcohol policy.
A voice called out for the couples to take the floor and the boys and the futa teachers accompanying them walked out to prepare for the dance. Mikkel was among them and Jan, even Axel had scored with the old sewing teacher. Jude looked at them and sighed.It's okay, I didn't expect anything else.
"So this is where you're hiding."
He turned and saw Mrs Fawlorne, dressed in a black dress with flowery patterns that showed off her wide hips and ample bosom, there was also a small curve near her crotch.
"I thought you'd disappeared for a moment, I couldn't find you anywhere."
She smiled at him.
"Oh, I am a bit tired. It has been an intense day but I wouldn't miss the dance for anything. I love watching it, it's so romantic."
The couples swayed around the dance floor and the ones not dancing watched in the same sentiment as Jude.
"So watching is all you'd like to do?"
he looked at her and tried to understand her intentions. She reached a hand towards him.
"Would you like to dance with me, Jude?"
His breath got sucked out of his chest and a light tremble ran through his spine.
"Yes Mrs Fawlorne, I would."
She smiled even wider, grabbed his hands and led him to the dance floor, then placed a hand on his shoulder and they began to move around in wide circles. He coordinated his steps to keep pace with her, it was an easy dance even a novice could learn.
"You move with such grace."
"Thank you, Mrs Fawlorne."
"Please, call me Anna for today. You can call me Mrs Fawlorne in class."
Anna, he touched the name on his lips. It was a beautiful name, he thought.
"So how do you feel about school?"
"I like it, every day I learn something new and each night I go to bed longing for the morning. All the teachers are nice and always help me understand."
He raised his eyes to meet hers.
"How can you know so much?"
Mrs Fawlorne laughed.
"That is our secret," she said and winked. "I must say Jude, you're an excellent student. It is rare to have a student that excels in all subjects. The boys from the upper class families and the aristocracy only put effort into the subjects which they think are important but not you, you're always diligent and work harder than anyone else."
His chest brimmed in joy as she complimented him.
"Thank you."
"But there is something I've noticed, a weakness."
The joy he'd felt evaporated. Had he made a mistake? He thought back on his recent tests but he'd aced nearly all of them. Had he failed in his etiquette? He wasn't sure, but there was nothing else he could think of. Mrs Fawlorne looked at him with lustrous eyes, leaned in and whispered in his ear.
"You need to learn how to relax, you're so tense."
Jude realised she was right, his shoulders were all tensed up.
"Let me help you with that," She said and placed her hands on his shoulders.
"This will hurt a little, but try to endure it."
She squeezed with her strong hands, a stab of pain shot through him and he suppressed a yelp.
"Breathe in when I squeeze and exhale when I release."
She repeated the process a few times. Jude had not realised how tense he'd been and with the help of her firm hands he managed to relax.
They did another spin around the dance floor and then he noticed something poking at his belly.
"Um, this is a bit embarrassing Jude, but it seems that something has pulled up my dress. Could you be a good boy and pull it down?" He looked down and saw the large bulge standing erect underneath her dress. He reached at the fabric above the bulge, lifted it and then gently pushed her cock up as he pulled the dress down. The orchestra switched songs and the couples took a step closer to each other.
"Hmm, I know this song," Mrs Fawlorne said, "Come closer."
She put a hand around his neck and pulled his head inbetween her breasts, he'd never felt anything so soft before and they had a sweet, flowery fragrance. He stepped closer and they locked their arms around each other. The average height of a male in the empire was between five foot six inches and five foot nine and for a futa it was six feet to six feet four. Jude was on the shorter end of that spectrum and Mrs Fawlorne on the taller, so his head was on the height of her breasts. He felt the bulge throb at his belly, it was stiff but not uncomfortable, rather, it was reassuring. "Aaahh," she hummed and he could smell the alcohol on her breath, "Your skin is so soft."
She was even nicer to him today than she usually was. He figured it was because of the occasion. During Liberation day the people were allowed to be more honest with themselves and their true feelings, all in honor to those that had died for that freedom.
He snuggled his head between her breasts. This drew a deep sigh from Mrs Fawlorne. He could hear the rapid beating of her heart which seemed to coincide with the throbbing of her dick. She pushed her hips forward in small thrusts so that it slid along his belly. He felt relaxed and safe in her arms, thinking this was the best day of his life. He didn't know for how long they kept dancing but the music shifted several times and even if a livelier tune played they still clung to each other. Mrs Fawlorne held him tight, moaned and her face was a bliss of pleasure as she pressed her cock along his belly.
"Mrs Fawlorne!" They awoke from their dream as her name was called out.
"If I may a moment of your time," Meredith said and looked at them with a strange glow in her eyes.
"Of course, headmistress," Mrs Fawlorne responded and let go of Jude, who felt an immediate severance. She put her hands in front of her to hide the massive erection.
Ms Meredith didn't take her eyes off Jude until they both turned and walked away a short distance. He could still feel the softness of Mrs Fawlornes breasts on his cheeks.
He saw there were a few couples left on the dance floor. It seemed that most boys had already left. His throat was dry and he picked up a glass of lemonade and downed it. He couldn't see Mikkel anywhere so he decided to take his leave as well.
With tired, beady eyes he arrived at his room, undressed and brushed his teeth. Before he crawled underneath the blanket, he saw a dark spot on his dress at the bottom of the chest area . He rubbed at it, perplexed at what it was but decided he must have spilt something earlier in the evening. He lay down in his bed and closed his eyes, thinking back on everything that had happened that day. The parade, the ballet performance but most of all his dance with Mrs Fawlorne. The last thing on his mind before falling asleep was the flowery scent of her breasts.