SCHOOL SPIRIT passage by Charoset (Patreon)

So last night, TG writer/good friend Charoset wrote -- is it ok to describe it as fanfic? lol -- and DM'd me it after "a slight gap in bad migraines" last night. I really liked it and I got his permission to share it! This is based on the latest SCHOOL SPIRIT page, if you haven't seen it, join up to $5 rank today!

If you wanna see more by Charoset, check out his DA; looooots a really good TG lit yall :D

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Blake was heating up, the linoleum still squeaking as he stumbled through the cramped feeling hallway. His hands were still stinging from the strange pink glow that lost student ID had, his mind spinning as the world once more tilted, his pants slipping some as he gripped a wall for support. With another groan he felt his body become unbearably hot, sweat making the slight sag to his clothing worse as the halls grew less cramped, his voice warbling as he watched the frosted diamond window of a school door go from needing his chin craned down to look through to line of sight. Another hot spark and he was panting, the window tilting as he stumbled, the heat not entirely painful, just odd as it hugged his body, melting him, an accidental moan eeking out as his pooling shirt's folds tapped his nipples, the sweat making them feel oddly sore and tender as he slid against the door. It was only in the brief lull that he saw his eyes were in line with the brass plate beneath, at least a foot of height gone in a matter of seconds.

"Fuck fuck what is this?!" 

He was huffing, odd shivers of sensation prickling over his nipples, Blake feeling a bit disgusted at himself by the way he was almost cooing. It was weird, almost like the heat was pooling, stroking spots that had never done much for him. No he couldn't focus on the weirdness, he had to-

"So he just ghosted you?" 

Blake was suddenly very conscious of how perverted he'd look, panting in an oversized hoodie. Actually now that he looked down, when did he get hard? Cursing he dodged into the adjoining classroom, trying not to pant too loudly as the heat worsened.

"Hnngh A-Ahh..." 

Fuck was this some weird kind of heart attack? He couldn't help the choked moans that escaped, his chest feeling tight, every sinuous strand of muscle thumping, surging, his nipples tweaking up and down as something rammed against them, his whole body feeling like a hot coal ready to explode. If only he could cool down, his hands desperate for the zipper, scrabbling at the seemingly endless folds of fabric as he-

"O-OHHhhh~?!" 

He had flicked his nipples, the sudden flush of pleasure undeniable as his legs slid apart, his dainty fingers twitching as something popped, his groin hard as he gasped a confused sigh of bliss. Something wobbled, the hoodie unbearably tight, choking him, the zipper somehow easier to find like it was being pushed out by something. It'd all somehow be okay if he could just cool down, his fumbling fingers grabbing on and nearly breaking the damn thing as he gasped throughout, the pressure releasing with a confused squeak as the wobbling sagged, the world a confusing haze of pleasure and vertigo as his chest erupted forth with... huh? 

He gave a cute gasp, his heaving chest making him squirm at the feeling of their rise and fall against the cotton. The cheapness of the fabric was doing things to him, his right eye twitching every now and then at the friction they had, though the sudden mounds of white blocking his downward vision were obvious with even one eye closed.

"EHH!?"

He no longer cared about being quiet, flushed and panicked in equal measure, his brain unable to process any of what was in front of him. He knew what they were, yet they had become alien, the term scaring him as he tried to understand what had just happened. It had to be swelling, or an allergic reaction, but that wouldn't explain why they were so tender, why his nipples felt so- No bad thought bad thought he couldn't get wrapped up in this, he had to get help. He had to tell someone that he was- Um, h-he was uh...

"WHAT IS THIS?!" 

The arm flex and half jump were a mistake, the new orbs jiggling as another moan slipped past his teeth, not ready for the fresh sensations fighting against his panic to keep his pants stiff at the front. But the front was the only spot that was still that, the rest beginning to sag as he groaned, the heat not done with him yet...