Ruinous Warmth

Trailing Point.

The boy’s name was Trailing Point.

The scared girl struggled to regain composure inside the bathroom stall, the past half hour assaulting her mind. Breathing heavy and panicked, body and lungs burning, legs and arms shaking... She could only do her best to keep herself quiet, practically holding herself up by grabbing at the walls surrounding her. She was currently alone in the women's bathrooms, though as students spread evenly across the buildings with the period starting, her fortunate solitude could end at any moment. It was hard to focus on any single thought, her frantic heartbeat throbbing in her head, ears, chest, and...

The increased dryness of her heaving mouth started to become more irksome as seconds passed, so she focused on the feeling to try and center herself. Pausing her breathing to swallow and wet her tongue, she forced herself to inhale as deeply as she could. Filling her airways with the residual taste of chlorine from the washroom's frequent cleaning, she holds it in with closed eyes. She slowly removes her hands from the tiled dividers between the toilets, and attempts to take control back.

I'm fine... I'm fine... I'm safe... I'm not in danger... Nothing's wrong... Everything will be fine... I'm fine... I'm fine...

While not as effective as she wished the practiced mantra was, she could feel as she gained some semblance of stillness in her being. Letting the air out with a shaky sigh, she opens her eyes. She hears the murmur of people returning to the building. Her posture softens as she focuses on her breathing, feeling cold sweat trailing down the sides of her heated face. She starts to cool and settle down... Well, mostly. Shifting uncomfortably as she sits on the padded cover of the toilet, she's finally able to start examining her current situation with a somewhat more focused mind. Of course, her 'situation' is mostly regarding the throbbing that remained in her chest--- which, it so happened, also flowed down to a certain uncomfortable bulge in her skirt.

Taking a moment to make sure she was alone (a silly sentiment since she couldn’t imagine anyone would come in to the restrooms specifically to intrude on locked stalls), she braced herself with a bite of her lip, and hiked up her skirt. Sure enough, her thing was pushing up against her tights and panties. The flushing in her face returns as she felt it wasn’t just a casual, non-provoked hard-on too, if the twin itches in her chest meant anything. The earlier events were still fresh in her mind. The recollection of the boy’s pacified breathing on her, the tight and needy way he pulled into her, the lingering warmth of the damp spot near her neckline... It all presented itself to her mind’s eye in a less frantic fashion compared to her previous racing, allowing for her attention to be momentarily captured by the memory, before it elicited a sobering throb in response. She stared at the tent between her legs in alarm. A moment’s shift revealed it wasn’t the only one excited down there, either.

What’s... wrong with me...?

Fluttershy had been born a hermaphrodite. While it came as a shock, her parents had made every effort to embrace and nurture her intersex nature, treating all the peculiarities of her life with patience and care. As such, even after she had decided to identify entirely as a female, she didn’t see her ‘additional’ organs as anything other than just another quirk of her being, no more shameful or important than any other imperfection she had, like say, the sunspots on her back, or the slightly-above-average size of her canines. Well, of course, she was still generally flustered about broaching the subject of genitalia, just in general, and occasionally she had to deal with unbidden erections that had her crossing her legs or holding things over her lap, but those had been just part of her normal life.

Unlike randomly snuggling wailing boys and getting uncomfortably aroused by it!

The hot and sweet feelings brought from the time she spent with the ‘class creep’ mixed with the chilling, frightening shock of her own loss of control over her body’s reactions in her head, serving up a nauseating cocktail of dissonant emotions that threatened to overwhelm her again. Feverishly trying to divert her head from any thoughts about either the moment or him, her ears took the lead in grabbing her attention, specifically, to the silence in the halls. She suddenly remembered the school day still wasn’t over, a fact she had forgotten in her freak-out.

Quickly standing and grabbing her bag from its spot beside her, she attempted to pull down and smooth out her skirt, but the very reason she was here showed it wasn’t having none of it. Moving her bag in front of her with practiced composure, she exited the stall and made for the door before she remembered what class she was having. Once more, ice ran down her nerves.

Oh no... Today is Thursday! That’s English in the last two periods, and he’s going to be there too!

She winced as with just that thought she felt a pair of twitches downstairs. Getting frustrated with her rebellious privates, she strategically held her bag between the door and her as she sidestepped towards the sinks. While paying close attention to her hearing in case she needed to stop procedures suddenly, she once more hiked up her skirt and pulled on her undergarments. Frowning and blushing at the situation, she pulled out her moderately unimpressive, um, staff, and her... marbles. Her brow furrowed in frustration and flushing embarrassment at her increasing twitching under her own handling. Pressured by her increasing tardiness, she got fed up with her body’s insolence and turned on the faucet, placing her hand under the severely cold flow of water.

With a quick brushing of her hand to dry it on her blazer, she planted her freezing grip on her nethers with a loud whisper. “Could you... You... You jerks just please stop it already?!” She tried to touch as much surface area as possible, the sudden chill starting to discourage her arousal.

The cold touch seemed to do the trick, and she repeated the process of cooling, drying and fondling a couple of times before she had satisfyingly softened and dried enough in her respective places. With a mix of relief and exasperation, she gave a huff and fixed her garments before peering outside, her blush remaining as an errant thought had her observe that she had just tried to give verbal orders to her crotch. Now that, would’ve been the worst moment for someone to--

“Eep!” Just as the thought crossed her mind, a student with shades of green hair rounded the corner, spooking her, which in turn spooked her classmate.

“Oh gosh, Fluttershy, you surprised me!” The jade-headed girl smiled at her, her stance relaxing. If she remembered correctly, she was likely coming from the same class she was headed to.

“I’m sorry, Medley, I was a little distracted.” Stepping completely out of the doorway, she politely signaled for the shorter girl to hopefully pass through quickly, not too confident her body had entirely settled down.

Sprinkle Medley moved past leisurely, shaking her head. “No worries. I’d ask you to wait for me, but you should probably rush back to class. You know how ‘Mr. Loud Mouth’ gets if you come in too late.”

“Hmhm, yeah...” With a half-hearted chuckle, Fluttershy heeded her fellow student’s advice, even if the promised ire didn’t really faze her at the moment, and moved with fast-paced strides of her long legs while pulling her bag over her shoulder. After a hurried, nervous visit to her locker, and a check-up on her state in a window’s reflection, she arrived at Professor Echoed Voice’s classroom, she gently rapped at the closed door. Ducking lightly to peer through the door’s vertical window, she saw him frown at her, then proceed speaking to the class. He might as well, his usual treatment of late students prevailing, as she took the moment to brace herself for both the man’s impending berating, as well as...

She actually decided to focus her mind on their teacher’s intimidating voice and attitude for once, the alternative dangerous for her to think about. She would have to deal with it in moments, but she wanted to extend her break from it as long as possible. She heard him finish giving instructions, and tightened her grip on her bag’s strap as he walked to the door. Opening it widely, her breath hitched as she immediately spotted the green-haired source of her unrest in the corner opposite to the door. Before even a single spark could fly through her body, though, her mind was ‘thankfully’ saved from dunking back into that whirlpool of feelings by the professor’s booming voice.

“Alright, so care to explain WHY you’re arriving LATE to my lesson?” The man leaned forward, leveling his glaring gaze on her as she tried and failed to make eye contact.

Her quiet voice sputtered as she tried to form sentences. “I-I was just... The- the bathroom, and...” She shrunk back in shame.

He placed his hand on his side as he leaned further in. “And HOW many times have I TOLD you all to go BEFORE the break is over?”

“A-a lot of times, s-sir...” Her eyes fell on the floor, her awareness trying to block out both the man’s and the class’s stares. The dulling of her joy in the previous months had a silver lining, as it had equally managed to soften the sting of negative social situations like these. She suspected that, if this situation played out last year, she would’ve already started tearing up at this point. It was the only measure of comfort she could hold to as her teacher gave an exasperated sigh.

“Well go on then, hurry and take a seat. I won’t have any of you dragging behind this year.” He waved her inside. Trying to move past the remaining shame from the encounter, she ducked slightly to scan the room for empty seats, before dread resumed its new favorite game of catching and letting her go in regular intervals. The class was packed, save for the two seats adjacent to the corner that darned, poor, sweet boy occupied.

She felt the jarring beginnings of inner conflict sprout as she noted the seat in front of him still had a book open on its desk, and a bag hanging from its backrest. She figured that was Medley’s seat, so her only option was to be beside him... No, she could just, ask someone to switch places with her! Or, shift her desk and partner up with her neighbor on the other side! Rose was nice, wasn’t she? She’d understand even if she faked difficulty with the material, and--

Their eyes locked. Heat and cold restarted their whirling motions inside her, conflicting impulses and thoughts going back and forth as she froze on the spot. It would be easy. Even if they had to tell a white lie to the professor, she knew Rose would understand exactly why she’d ‘suddenly’ need help with her work when seated next to him. It didn’t take a shy personality like hers to want to shift away from what was the year’s black cloud. And yet, as the day’s moments insisted on their presence in her head, she found what in times previous was a passive flicker of resigned pity for the outcast begin to feed into a feeling of protectiveness, even indignation, towards herself, the others, or the status quo. She didn’t really know who she felt it towards, but it was there.

His shaded eyes broke contact, pointedly looking away from her to the wall with a huff, a furrowed brow and a scowl. A reaction all too familiar to everyone who had tried to interact with him, which in normal circumstances deterred most but the most stubborn or oblivious of classmates. However, as the theme seemed to run for the day, recalling their saccharine embrace put his visage in a new context, and filled her with a drive that seemed to stamp down at her fears. There was a crack, minuscule enough to be hidden, in the cold and angry stone wall he was to all around him. Looking into that crack, she saw the glimmer of defeat, of acceptance, in his eyes.

Her contemplation of his position in the group was interrupted by a voice she had almost forgotten in the few seconds she had stood outside. “What are you waiting for, an INVITATION? Sit down and get to work!”

Her professor’s voice ringed in her ears as she skipped inside, an alarmed “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” escaping from her as she moved past the rows. A couple of sympathetic glances went her way as she passed by, although they barely came to her notice as she took a seat on the back, pulling out her workbook and utensils in a rush and looking to the whiteboard for the current assignment.

“Yeesh, rough going, huh?” She heard a whisper coming from her side. Brushing her long hair behind her ear as she checked to make sure their teacher was occupied, she turned towards Rose.

“Do you want to partner up?” Her namesake-haired classmate nodded towards the rest of the room, which had lost some of its organization as people grouped up to work. “I know you’re not really the ‘teaming up’ type, but I’d feel bad leaving you alone with...”

The tail end of her words did not escape Fluttershy’s ears, the implication leaving a newfound kindling of distaste in her mouth. She looked back towards him. His chair leaned back to rest on the back wall, she saw an expression of anger on his face, his glare trained on the notebook on his tilted desk. Movement from in front of him grabbed her attention, as the student two seats ahead from him grabbed Medley’s book from her table. She saw as they seemed to be copying answers from their own book to the missing girl’s, while keeping an eye on Mr. Voice. She processed the sight for a second before the pieces connected, and her temper soured a little more. A prod on her shoulder made her turn back to a confused face. “Fluttershy?”

On some level, she wanted to accept. She was worried about the way her emotions were getting away from her after that ‘moment’ in the balcony, and despite that giving her new perspectives to look at the boy from, Trailing Point still exuded a great negative pressure around him. However, with the state of events at the forefront of her mind, willingly distancing herself further from him felt... wrong. Reprehensible, even. It gave her an unease that drove deep into her core, more than the agitation his mere being caused on her emotions. Feeling something akin to a flame of conviction suppress the diminishing wariness she felt at him, she finally shook her head. “Um, thanks for the offer, Rose, but I’ll... I’ll be fine on my own.”

Thunder chose that moment to clap, a wave of gasps and yelps going over the class as the sound came in a second later. While rain made a timely entrance following it, Rose let the shock out of her system with a low chuckle and nodded at Fluttershy. “Heh, well, alright then. Hey Silver, mind if I join in with you guys?”

Her neighbor’s attention moving on from her, she breathed deeply as she took inventory of the settling thoughts inside her. She felt the last wisps of her trepidation drifting away, as she realized she was fine, despite sitting in the boy’s proximity. Even thinking of him wasn’t making her body react with disorienting heat, although a certain warmth still framed the events private to the two of them. Plus, speaking of good feelings, that flare of strength that had been briefly lit inside her had lowered its intensity, and in its wake left traces of fulfillment. They were small, but she could feel the tiny pearls of satisfaction roll around inside her as she felt secure that she had managed to take a few steps towards making things right again.

It took her a second to notice the corners of her mouth were lightly twitching. She hadn’t felt anything like that in a long time.

She dared to peer towards the green-haired loner, in an effort to assure herself. His face was unfortunately obscured by his arm as he rested his head on his hand, and although a muted desire to reach to him vaguely registered in her metaphorical periphery, she felt nothing but security well within her as she easily turned away. With a spin of her pencil and a glance back at the whiteboard, she set back to routine, happily shelving away the matter of Trailing Point for later.

Everything will be fine.