School Spirit
Spreading School Spirit
by theonehowl
Aaron put on another round of weights for the work out machine. The gym relieved some of his woes after the recent school district redrawing. He missed his old school, where Coach Phillip would let him in late, after school hours. Here, he resorted to sneaking and breaking in, even after the banner on the Hallway Bulletin expressly forbade after hour gym activity. Here, the students passed by giving him strange looks and making him feel even more insecure and cast out than the first school did. The raptor even resorted to putting highlights in his hair feathers to attract more attention upward, away from his feet with the 'odd-looking' long hooked claws. By what he could tell from the new school, he was the only raptor there. Probably the only diverse species for that matter.
He pushed up against the machine's combined weight and resistance one last time, putting all the aggression of his day into his biceps.
At Aaron's old school, he barely got used to seeing a raptor or two around. Now he had to start over, again. The other students would eventually notice the weird hooked claws on his feet. Eventually, highlighting his feathers won't hide his bare feet claws, but he had to do it today. They could find out, stare, and taunt him later, but for now, he wasn't in any position to put up with it. Not while his dad was looking to find a new job, and maybe afterwards there could be a little more peace and stability at home...
The weights slammed down with a clap of steel thunder, ringing out amongst the lonely gym room. Aaron figured the sound would rouse suspicion if anyone happen to be nearby. Unknown by him, there was.
He flipped off the lights and rushed out the door, towel slung over his shoulder. He looked left and then stopped to look right- starring fixed at the unexpected sight. For once in his life, he was the one starring strangely at another. A student he recognized from his Math and Chemistry classes earlier today, a bat boy with with small wings running under his arms, dressed up like a girl. He was dressed like a cheerleader.
The bat didn't seem to care too much about being caught in female attire. His eyes had a confident, sultry hooding to the brows. The way those soft eyes stared back, dazed and seductive, made Aaron blush softly. The bat giggled softly to the blushing, catching Aaron off guard at how unexpectedly chick'ish the sound was. The young raptor really didn't know what to do or say, never expecting to find someone like this at his school. He could only be amazed at how confident and self-assured this boy was, standing in the red and yellow color-coded skirt and top. So tight and small that it only played as a second skin, Arron noticed.
Before the silence went on too long, the bat giggled again and spoke with a carefree, cheerful sound. "You should go take care of that." He pointed down to the bulge gathering in Aaron's gray gym shorts. The raptor instantly held his hand over it and blushed. He stopped the volley of excuses from sputtering out, lame lines like 'it's one of those day' or 'the gym workout gets the blood flowing'. An after thought about his bare hook-claws made him even more embarrassed and self-conscious, despite not understanding why he needed to be worried of such a thing in front of a crossdressing bat.
"See you later," the bat said before twisting and disappearing from view.
Aaron merely stood with his mouth gaping, speechless. After that, he went home with a heavy load on his mind but ended up on his bed and blowing a different load, gym shorts lying cast aside as he did. Waiting to fall asleep, he stared at the ceiling and clinched a used wash cloth in one hand... remembering that bat.
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The next day at school, he forgot about his highlighted feather tips, forgot about the hallways full of students staring at the strange raptor student, and forgot the talons on his toes. He thought about Math class, the first class he had with that the bat boy he caught last night. It was the only thing he didn't forget about that day. Just as he predicted, as he sat in his desk during the first few seconds before Math started, that bat boy walked in.
"Oh, good, you're not late today, Monte," said the overweight husky teacher with thick rimmed glasses sitting atop an off-white furred muzzle, only somewhat glad the bat wasn't late. Monte twisted up his best smile to the teacher before turning and sliding his book bag to the nearest desk on the row next to Aaron's, farther up front. The raptor discovered the bat wearing regular clothes, like his own except with a monetary difference, Aaron wearing the cheaper end. It was probably why he didn't really notice the boy yesterday.
Watching Monte sit down, he tried to see if maybe the bat wore something underneath, until the bat turned and caught the starring. Embarrassing guilt rode up the raptor's cheeks, fearing what the bat would think of it. Monte lifted the leathery membrane of his wing, flapping a casual and friendly wave. Then he winked, smiled, and immediately it brought back last night's memories to Aaron's vivid awareness. He remembered seeing the slim figure painted in the tight uniform, the cause of his going home and jerking himself to the image.
The raptor ducked his gaze down to his desk. He closed his eyes and tried not to imagine too much of last night. He managed to listen to the teacher's lecturing and only sneaking seven glances, as he counted each of them, to the bat's backside during the class before the bell rang. When Monte got up to leave, he checked over his shoulder and caught Aaron gazing again, bringing a smirk to the bat's lips. Aaron could only watch the smug bat walk out the classroom without saying anything to him.
That was when Aaron decided he needed to come up with something to say. The whole situation seemed crazy, but he knew Chemistry would be after his next class and something had to be said. The next class he worked up the nerve to say something but never figured out what he would say.
When Chemistry came around, Aaron sat at his newly designated lab table in the back of the class. No one else seemed to even mind him back there. As expected, Monte strolled in, but unexpectedly took the stool next to Aaron.
"Hey," Monte said with casual volume, no feminine quips Aaron heard/fantasized of last night.
"Uh, hi," Aaron said. He put his hand out with no clue as to what else to do. "My name is Aaron. You're Monte?" The bat smiled and shook hands as he sat down.
"It's good to be noticed." Aaron felt the deeper meaning beneath the words and those pearly white fangs flashed in the grin like a movie star's, and he blushed all the same.
"I wasn't starring, or, I didn't mean to... just that... you looked oddly familiar from..." The raptor could see Monte was all too willing to let him finish. "From someone I saw last night. Are... do...?"
Aaron instantly stopped in mid word, leaving a goofy expression on his snout.
"I think what you saw last night was just a little high school spirit."
"Uhh...Wha-?"
"Let me explain... Around here, we have a lot of different species of students, who come with their own social classes and personalities. Like you, I saw you in the hallways." Aaron began seeing something different in Monte's eyes, something soft and tender that the raptor wasn't used to seeing. "The highlights... you're self-conscious about your toe-nails, huh?"
Aaron shifted his eyes as his body, the hooked-claw toes, folded in tightly on himself till he hugged himself. Then he looked back, and Monte's eyes grew softer and created a melting feeling deep down in the raptor's gut. He gulped with that speechless feeling again. "Did I appear self-conscious about what I was wearing last night?" Monte meant the cheerleader outfit.
"So that was you?" Aaron emphasized 'was'. The cute boy dressed in a cheerleader's uniform was this bat, here in front of him, the one with the caring eyes that could see past the ridiculous feather-high-lights and to the deeper pangs inside.
"Yeah. That was me." Monte admitted it like he was simply caught wearing his shirt backwards. "I just enjoy the spirit I get putting on those kinds of clothes. School spirit is important." Aaron was taken back by the peculiar statement. "Like I was saying earlier: lots of different people-remember? School spirit kind of helps bring that together. Wouldn't you like it if the students didn't alienate you just 'cause you're different?" Monte leaned forward, talking under the other voices in the classroom. "I mean, if I were you, hearing some of the things these high-schoolers say; I would put them on their knees kissing those big claws for forgiveness."
Aaron gave a soft chuckle at the preposterous idea, not surprised there was talk behind his back. It was expected.
"That's terrible. I would never subject someone to do that," said the raptor, humor still in his hushed voice.
"Would you let them do it if they begged?" Monte's smile hinted to a less joking notion. "You should think about that." Aaron's jaw dropped when he couldn't determine if the bat was joking. The bell rang for class to start, and the raptor still tried to find if the bat was joking. Too shy to even ask, he disregarded the last comment, listened, and took notes along side... quite possibly his new friend.
The time went by fairly quicker than normal for Aaron. The bell rang again, and students were pouring out to exit the classroom. Monte looked to Aaron and asked if he'd like to join him for lunch. Aaron accepted with growing enthusiasm. They sat across from each other at a mostly secluded table in the cafeteria. Monte continued talking about school spirit, how it effected him when he first realized how important it was, and how his mentor made all the problems in high school easier. Aaron found the optimistic talk addicting, nodding along with his sandwich getting little attention. With every point Monte made, and the points sounded so deep and easy to side with, Aaron reminisced of his social environment from before... dragging painful nails on his existence as a diverse species. The raptor confided to Monte that the kids at his old school used to call him "Hang-nail"..
By the end of lunch, Aaron didn't want to separate from Monte for the next class. He felt more secure and comfortable with the bat than he had with his old acquaintances he called friends at the other school. He never heard from them after the change. Friendships grew rather distant when the "Hang-nail" barrages became frequent.
Monte reassured the raptor by telling him of a good way to skip P.E. class. The prospect of avoiding being in shorts near the other students switched gears on the raptor's mood to interested and hopeful. "Just trust me," said Monte, giving a sly wink before departing.
The next class flew by with Aaron anticipating P.E. more than usual. He liked fitness when it came to weight lifting, but regular athletics and running didn't hold much interest to him. He preferred the gym and even dreamed of opening his own, a hopeful fantasy despite his lower economic heritage.
When P.E. class finally came around to his excitement, Arron met under the bleachers with Monte. P.E. rescheduled to be in the gym, somehow they went the whole period without being discovered. Monte mentioned something about coach.
"It was coach who actually taught me how to be more carefree," said Monte as they sat down in the grass, in the peaceful silence of the outdoors.. "He emphasized school spirit and the way it could bring us together." The words should have worried Aaron, the way they almost sounded like a cult. But the raptor only found intrigue in them, lulled by the secure eye contact of Monte's dark pupils and luminescent irises. He only drifted on the rhythm of Monte's vague meanings of his words. "Coach tells us we need to be good boys in school, participate and go to our meetings. Coach takes care of us and we get to be as free as we want... wear what we want, do what we want... anything."
Aaron imagined the paradise. It sounded like heaven the way Monte talked about it with such intense and deep emphasis. The raptor's heart began beating rapidly, not expecting the bat to close the distance between snout and muzzle. The next words brushed over Aaron's lips.
"You should come back tonight, again. Let me show you what its like... to have school spirit..."
Aaron bobbled his head slowly, coerced by the warm closeness of the bat. How could he say no? He let out a low yawn, blushing a little and somewhat afraid Monte might misinterpret it as boredom. Instead, the bat pressed a heart-stopping hand on his chest and slowly pressed the raptor to lay down.
"Those teachers and their lectures got you sleepy. Why don't you take a nap. I'll wake you up when this period ends." Monte leaned down. Aaron liked the sound of that as he watched the pretty eyes come closer. He shut his eyes and giggled softly behind closed eyelids when the bat continued talking. He wondered if Monte intended to talk to him while he slept, and did he just giggle?
"Let me up so I can listen," Aaron said without opening his eyes, repressing the embarrassing giggles bubbling at his throat. "I'm not," another yawn, "..that sleepy." His protests ended after nodding off into slumber. Deeply asleep while Monte continued speaking to him.
As Aaron drifted down into the depths of deep sleep, created specially by Monte's soft words and mysterious gaze, his mind soaked up all the bat had told him. The giggles found their way out while the raptor slumbered. He merely dreamed the whole thing and loved the care-free quality he always hoped to find in life. He was learning. He could find that care-free feeling with Monte, and by listening to the bat he could be as carefree. He learned all of this in his deep, dreamy sleep.
"Wake up," Monte's soft voice reached Aaron, making the raptor blink his eyes open under the tired late afternoon sun.
"Did I really fall asleep?" said Aaron. The raptors eyes jumped to life with the press of Monte's lips to his, a soft pressure of pure thrilling joy with a hint of hard fangs bulging underneath the bat's lips. Monte pulled away, the kiss vanishing as fast as it came.
"School is out and I got to go home. Are you going to be in the gym tonight?" Aaron nodded but bewildered still. Monte eyed the spot under the bleachers. "Wanna' meet here again at 9pm?" Aaron nodded. Monte smiled. "Okay, see you then." The bat left, walking away and giving one last excited glance back at the raptor, who sat still stunned.
"See ya'," Aaron said.
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Returning to school that night was more different than the night before, where and when he first spotted the bat gender confusing beauty in uniform. Unsettling nervousness gripped the raptor's chest. His feet touched the lawn of the school's grassy sports field, the one crammed with sets of bleachers, a track circle, and a decent size stadium for football games. The ground felt almost electrified by his own nervous tension. How long had it been since he kissed a boy? Too long, and also, too late for it to dampen the good spirits he left home with.
There, under the halogen coating of the outside lights, he saw Monte sitting with his legs twisted behind, a very feminine gesture that didn't go unnoticed by Aaron. It wasn't until the he drew closer that he saw what his new friend brought.
"What's that for?" asked Aaron. He pointed to the cheerleader outfit Monte had been holding on to. The raptor had to ask because Monte sat already dressed in the same outfit. The sight of a second uniform confused the raptor, and he felt this unsettling fear that he knew the answer.
"School Spirit," said Monte, without hesitation.
Aaron remembered the words and usually found them to have some deep meaning, but this time he found the semi-lit darkness suddenly fading out from his vision. A draining of energy came over him and made it hard to stand or even keep his eyes open. His legs felt like they could cave and sink to their knees, down to the soft grass. He was sleepy, slurring the soft replies that tried to comment on what was happening. Out of nowhere, he felt like taking the most peaceful nap. That's how things felt, like a peaceful dream, and Monte stood up in the dream and approached him.
The bat began speaking, and Aaron soon planted his knees into the ground below as if they were pulled down to where they needed to be, leaving him to gaze up into piercing eyes above, shining in the center of blinding halogen beams over head. The shine of the outside lights left a small halo around those thoughtful eyes of Monte's to which the raptor found easy to focus on. He didn't pay any mind to the outfit on the hanger anymore. What Monte had to say sounded more important right now.
"You're feeling that School Spirit in you, making it easy to listen to my voice and go deep down into a beautiful, peaceful trance. Feel how your heart beats steadily and breath comes slowly, full and rested. Deeper now. Go so far down into your waking slumber till you know nothing but my voice... my words." Monte's voice practically echoed in the raptor's ears. Things, besides the bat's voice, became so less significant for the raptor, not caring about the slack jaw and the dull eyes on his face being some of them. "Good.
"Remember whenever you hear School Spirit come out of my mouth, you remember this peace and relaxation... makes you as you are now. And now you're going to feel a flare of School Spirit. You want to take your clothes off, right here, in front of me, and you're going to put this on." Monte pulled the hanger up to his chest, but the raptor never payed it any mind as he gazed longingly into the bat's eyes. "You're feeling that School Spirit fill you up, now."
Aaron, through the dizzying haze of trance, felt something wrong with his clothes. Then, he noticed they didn't have that flare, like the clothes Monte wore. His regular clothes didn't have that certain something... the raptor, determined in his muddled mind, couldn't place the word he wanted to use. Whatever they didn't have, the cheerleader uniform definitely had it. The red and yellow pattern appealed to him like nothing ever had before. That outfit contained he was looking for, whatever it was.. still unable to think of the correct wording.
Almost immediately, Aaron stood up and pulled his shirt over his head. Casting it aside, he undid his belt and then started on his pants. Monte watched in pure glee as the raptor shoved them down and kicked them over where he tossed his shirt. Then, almost seamlessly, pulled the plain boxer shorts from his hips down and stepped out of them. Inevitably, the final article of his clothing lie with the rest. His full-scaled body absorbed the soft, out-door lights, giving Monte some intrigue and a chance to enjoy the spectacle of the raptor's tight smooth body. The bat felt his skirt lift some as he noticed the uncut dick between Aaron's legs already warmed up to the idea of School Spirit.
The raptor, finally undressed, walked up to take the hanger from Monte, but the bat pulled away and pressed his hand against the raptor's chest, which felt just as hard and smooth as the bat imagined.
"Hold on," Monte said. "Before I let you have this uniform. You have to know a few things." Aaron looked confused at first, disappointed that he couldn't have the single thing he wanted most. "When you put this on... you will find the more you wear this uniform, the more you want to put it on... It's like an addiction." Monte's hand touching the raptor's chest began smoothing over the smooth surface, coaxing the raptor's already dulled state into a blissful mindlessness. "You will have cravings during the day and night, thinking about putting it on when you most shouldn't. When you put this on, you will start the addiction that will never end. You will also notice, when you dress up and show your School Spirit, that I am irresistible and that it's so easy to listen to what I say. It will be easier and easier for you to DO what I say, understand?"
Aaron nodded, still fixated on the uniform, but the mentioning of School Spirit didn't allow Monte's words fall on deaf ears. The raptor secured the information deep in his subconscious to the point he could regret it later.., but he had to have the uniform on his body too badly to process the implications. He felt so naked without that uniform, leaving out the fact that he was naked.
Monte, pleased with the avid response, passed on the hanger to which the raptor wasted no time liberating the uniform from.
Arron pulled on the top, the material stretching like it was a size smaller, and painted the lines of his muscle-tone in red and yellow curves. He felt the top's restriction as he bent down and dipped his feet into the skirt, careful of the big clumsy claws. Then, he finished by sliding the skirt up to his hips and letting his tail slide in the well-placed opening in the back, where the tight underwear attached to the skirt provided an opening. His semi-hard dick squeezed out the sides of the underwear, which fit snug once the skirt was pulled all the way up.
Arron swung his tail in uncontainable joy for the sensation that swept through him once the wardrobe was complete, with the material squeezing tightly to his body. Something inside just clicked, and his world was right, now that he attended to the needs he never knew having before.
The two similarly dressed teens went back under the bleachers as Monte approved how secluded it felt. Arron was more compliant now that he felt at home in the tight-hugging confines of his dress. He couldn't help his shaft aching with need as the clothes rubbed on his bare scales with each movement. The slight stupor had something to do with the warm arousal as well.
Once they sat down, Monte stared into Aaron's eyes with affection and spoke softly.
"Now, I'm about to wake you up completely. When you do, you'll find my eyes the most peaceful and secure place. They take away your insecurities, the feelings that try to deprive you of happiness. You'll be awake and realize what you're wearing. You won't care how I got you into this dress. You'll be too grateful to care. If you feel like it's weird, you'll just stare into my eyes... Now... wake."
Aaron's eyes opened while hearing Monte saying 'wake'. His clothes felt strangely tight. He expected to see his body bloated and massive, as if in some nightmare to defy all his work to getting fit. When he looked down, it turned out to be something completely different and unexpected.
"H-how, what?" His heart hammered when he looked back up, seeing the tender eyes that belonged to the cheerful-smirking Monte. He felt enriched with a soothing wave passing over his whole body, a slight quiver to his spine. In such a peaceful state, quite awake still, the raptor took account what was happening. He slowly came to realize that his 'shirt' hugged tight to his body and left his lower midsection bare to the open air. His pants were gone, and by the soft squeeze to his genitals it dawned on him. Even as he stared into Monte's eyes, finding a sense of safety in them, he could still tell what Monte wore... and took a guess that he was dressed to match.
"Do you like this?" Monte asked.
"I... I don't know," said Arron, his shaft making a soft throb as the hammering of his heart continued like it did when he first arrived tonight. "This is so strange. I can't believe I'm..."
"You're wearing feminine clothing, and it feels good. Mostly cause you understand and..." Monte slid his hand up under Arron's dress, caressing the smooth scales of the raptor's leg delicately to his side. "... you don't have to worry. I'm not in any position to judge a cute thing like you." The bat leaned forward close, eyes still holding the raptor's gaze.
Arron could feel the bat's warm breath, his own breathing halted by the nervous, heart-stopping anticipation of a kiss. Something about kissing a boy dressed as a female sent thrills through him. When their lips touched, Arron pressed back with his tongue only to find Monte had done the exact same, slipping and entwining in slick warmth, being pulled back into the bat's muzzle. His eyes closed, as he forgot exactly what he was wearing and dreamed he would never wake up from this moment.
Monte's eyes followed suit and closed when the passion of the kiss swept him away. His left hand slid over the soft fabric covering the raptor's chest, down the tight muscular sides, between muscled legs, and finding a stiff shaft pressed up against the side by the interior underwear. His fingers slid along the sensitive, warm flesh before gripping and pulling the fore skin tightly back. A thick drop of pre flared out, which his thumb caught and smeared over the bulbous head. He made sure his fingers gripped hard, his thumb forcefully pressing over the highly sensitive tip.
"Mm.ff..." Aaron's sounds slipped inside Monte's capturing lips. The bat already understood what they meant, expertly jacking the thick meat in his hand with a couple of long, loving strokes. "MmmFF-" Aaron ripped away with a gasp for air. "FUCK!" His hips flailed into the bat's hand, which stroked the rock hard cock with unmerciful speed. Seed erupted across the fur on Monte's arm and melted down his fingers, lathering the pulsing dick underneath his grip and filling the air with a warm scent of sex.
Monte's eyes, after breaking from the kiss, glanced between the orgasmic features of Aaron's face and the raptor's mess. He licked his lips while starring, his own shaft stiff and needy between his legs. Before the raptor could regain his senses, Monte dived down to the messy member and sucked at the warm, salty taste.
Aaron gasped with wide eyes, jolting as the fangs of the bat expertly touched and rubbed against his cock. His heart hammered with fear and sexual drive, coming to a peak of adrenaline and causing his stiffness to linger after orgasm. A tongue soon slithered around to join those fangs in teasing his hard, throbbing cock and lathered it with the bat's saliva.
Monte sucked desperately, his lust craze demanding more of the male taste in his mouth. A small smile lay beneath his closed, concentrating eyes after feeling the raptor's surprised reaction. He felt the large meat in his mouth stiffen and decided to start satisfying the need that had been calling to him all night, reaching down and stroking his own hardness. His fingers gripped the thickness under his skirt as it responded with a pulsing throb, stroking the foreskin back and thumbing over his fat tip.
Arron moaned as he watched the bat between his legs bob over his hard shaft. He curled the talons on his big toes, gripping his knees so not to shove the bat down and impale those lips on his cock.
"Oh, gaw..d...," Arron moaned, his hips beating back against the bat's lips.
Monte stroked faster when his ears perked to the raptor's proclamation. He reacted by beating his meat with rough haste, opening his mouth wide before the streams of warm cum painted his tongue. He hung his tongue out then swirled the strong spurts of hot seed around in a big sticky mess. Just as the raptor gave the last bits of his second orgasm to the bat's nimble mouth, Monte lunged over the cock and sucked with all his might.
Arron screamed with ecstasy and felt his hips jump, his hands slamming back against the ground and lifting his hips up. His eyes stared out with horrific surprise while the most intense sensation of pleasure and pain shot through his body, leaving him on the brink of blacking out... but just as soon as it was there, the thrilling wave passed over with an underlying soreness left over.
Monte lifted his head to let the raptor collapse back in sheer exhaustion, casually smiling and flicking his nimble tongue out to dab his lips. He pulled the strands of hair back from his eyes as he smoothed out his skirt. He finished by crawling along side the raptor and sitting beside the warm, panting body. With softy words and gentle fingers, he began coercing the reptile to a deep sleep again, where he continued Aaron's initiation into a world of desire and obedience. One in the same, desire and obedience would ensure the raptor's stay at the school would be an unforgettable experience.
**END**
**There's a pic on FA, when it gets back up, that matches this. I might try seeing about posting a link or something to photobucket with credit to the artist. Tell me how you like the story and thanks for reading!**