Getting in line

Walking across the front green Michael surveyed his fellow graduates. It was much like every other school event with the addition of the gowns and caps. The usual cliques were grouped together, the popular, the edgy, the rebellious, and all the other social groups. Mich walked towards the head of the line glad the city weather man had guaranteed a clear calm day with just enough cloud cover to keep things pleasant.

While walking towards the head of the line Mich felt more than a few lusty gazes on him. Part of that was his relative height, being towards the upper end of male height average. Some of it was his status as captan of the school arcane dueling team. A position that had some teeth as it was accompanied by being listed as both Captain and MVP on the State trophy in the school display case. However, most of it was because he was something of a magic anomaly. Through a convergence of genetics, early training with his father and a deep fascination leading to extensive personal practice and training, he had a resting mana density that was borderline freakish. This translated into him putting out a mana aura several times stronger than most of his contemporaries. This reacted with the physical matrix that gave Amazons their enhanced bodies and subsequently sparked interest of the lusty variety.

Doing his best to ignore the hungry looks he got and be pleasant to those who greeted him, he finally arrived among the various team captains.

“Mich! Was worried you wouldn’t make it in time.”

Mich smiled as he traded a warriors grasp with his best friend Joseph Tinker captain of the Debate and Chemistry clubs. The two had been friend from freshman year and despite some social pressure the two had remained best friends through the last four years.

“Ya right Jo. Who did you almost loose a bet to?” Joseph laughed nervously before glancing over to his long-time crush and recently declared girlfriend Amanda the schools track captain.

Leaning over the lanky girl wrapped an arm around Joseph’s shoulders and pulled the now blushing young man agains her side.

“Me.” She declared, clearly not upset at the loss as the 7’4” First Nations woman possessively held the 5’4” nerd.

As he was about to respond Mich suddenly found himself on the receiving end of an ambush, a pair of powerful arms wrapping around his chest pinning his arms and lifting him a couple inches of the ground. He was pulled back against a set of washboard abbs and his hearing was suddenly muffled by two hefty yes soft structures wrapping around the side of his head and top of his shoulders. The last clear sound being a triumphant shout of “Got You!”