Sonadow-Part 1: The Start

2 Let Me Introduce Myself

Sonic
Tuesday, September 3, 12:01 a.m.

It chuckles hysterically before leaning on my desk, the tip of the tail it was wrapping around me is caressing my face. I move my face away, only for him to get closer, his tongue dripping loosely down his chin. It's saliva drips onto my table before quickly evaporating. My breathing becomes heavy and I continue to quiver.

"Let me introduce myself," the creature squawks. "I'm Devin... Your hormone monster."

"W-What are you doing here?" I stutter, feeling anxious. Hormone monster? I've heard about those but everyone said it was a myth. I'm pretty sure that they are personal to whoever they are assigned to, so, only I can see it...?
      All of a sudden, it disappears. The tail was no longer hugging me. I gasp as I feel it's hand and cold nails harshly brushes my shoulder. I can not concentrate with him nagging me every second. It keeps whispering inappropriate things in my ear; things that are making me nauseous. Is this what pubity is like? Woah, what about girls?

"Can you just shut up?" I hiss, feeling my head throb in irritation.

Devin shakes his head, grinning. My eye is twitching out of anger. Is this what I'm like?... Nah, of course not. I actually care how others feel. Ugh, this is so frustrating!
      Everyone collectively repulses, "ew". I look up at the screen for the first time in the entire time I was here. Devin eyes glisten at me with sultry lust.

"Sexy, right?" it seduces, teasingly.

I don't answer; just start to fidget. It's getting harder to concentrate with every explicit picture on the big white screen. I can't even look straight. The words coming out of the teacher's mouth are becoming increasingly weirder and more erotic.

"Oh, this is the stuff! This is my favourite lesson yet!" Devin yelps loudly into my ear.

I continue to fidget with my fingers in uncomfortable silence.

Later...
Tuesday, September 3, 12:14 a.m.

After 10 minutes or so, give or take, I can feel my groin harden in my trousers. I quickly place my hands over my pants. I freeze, my face burning up. My eyes dart around to scan the room to check if anyone saw. I sink into my shoulders, shame taking over. The sound of a low whistle beside me made me realise Bonnie has been staring at my erection the whole time.
      "Stop looking at it!" I stage-whispered. Bonnie just rolls his eyes and leans closer to me. "This is an embarrassing class for a boner ," he mocks, not smiling. "You just have to--" He stops and glares at our bored teacher. Then, he starts moving his fist up and down. After that, he gestures to my "tent". He gives a small, awkward, reassuring, half-smile.

After some consideration, I raise my hand. The professor hums to answer.

"May I use the restroom?" I ask in an embarrassed tone, my voice wavering.

He nods, eyeing me suspiciously. His eyes narrow and follow me around the room as I walk out the door. Once I had fully left the classroom, I take a deep breath and sprint down the hallway. I see the mens' restroom not so far down the hall. My red power sneakers screech when I skid to a halt. I ajar the door. It's... decent to say the least. It's a compacted room. Lots of spray-paint cans on the floor. Counting, there's 14 of them. Manly black, purple, blue, pink and yellow cans. The tiles seem to be made of a diorite sort of material. There's definitely a white colour theme around here.
      I push open the stall, sit on the toilet seat and unbuckle my belt. I undo my zip, pull down my denim jeans and sit down. I stare at my genitalia. With some hesitation, I move my hand towards my genitals and coiled my nervous fingers around it. The light in the interior of the stall seem to be bluer than before... And the actual lights has dimmed? I feel as if the walls have collapsed in on me, trapping me under. The ground shakes violently, yet, I'm not moving. In a swirl of claret and cyan, an, unfortunately, familiar cackle laughs out.