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Leeroy tapped his fork into the school-made pasta. It had a disturbing consistency, he thought, kind of like rubber that had been coated with a glue-like sauce that stuck the noodles together. With a sigh he did his best to separate a few, and take a bite, grimacing. It tasted much too salty, and the sauce hardly had any flavor to it.

"Awe man... I should have gotten the pizza..." that Leafeon bemoaned, though he took another bite of the pasta, forcing it down. It clung to his throat stickly, not quite wanting to be swallowed--definitely not fit for eating. Regardless, he forced it down and picked up another forkful, the Leafeon managing to balance a small mound of noodles on that plastic utensil.

"Hackh--pthfh." A frothy globule of spit spattered onto his plate and the lifted pasta. "Bet that'll make it taste better, huh Leeroy?" came a cocky voice from the side, and the grass-type turned to look at his foods assailant with a glare. Dressed in a messy uniform with its tie done slackly was a light purple Nidoran, male. He held an expression on his face, part smirk, part sneer. "Eat up, loser," laughed the other boy, walking off.

Seething to himself, Leeroy scraped the pasta off of his plate and focused his attention on the veggies which had escaped the Nidoran's spit. It wasn't the first time the Leafeon had been bullied by him, but by now he had simply come to accept it. After all, what was a grass-type to do against a poison? He picked a baby carrot off of his plate with two fingers, munching on the crunchy thing, twitching his ears. The lunchroom was a bit loud, he thought. As he kicked his feet back and forth under his seat, shoes swiping against his backpack, he was reminded of some forgotten homework, and finished his meal with a cough, sweeping the last of it into the trash as he hurried over to the library for a quiet place to work.

Leeroy said his greeting to the librarian and plopped his rear down in a secluded corner of the library. It was hidden enough that he could avoid notice by the Nidoran. Unzipping his pack, the grass-type pulled out a worksheet for his social studies class--a simple fill-in-the-blank and short answer thing. It wasn't a particularly hard subject, but the Leafeon simply hadn't much passion for it in the first place, and he remained rather unmotivated to work on his homework for it.

Five minutes until the end of lunch, that grass-type had finished his at-school homework, putting it back in his social studies folder and zipping his pack back up. Scooting that chair back and wiggling off of it, the Leafeon gave a quiet huff and stretch, pulling his hands high above his head with a pop. He had some free time to wander the halls but... at this point it would be impossible to tell where that Nidoran was, let alone if the poison type was looking for him.

"Ah... I should go to my locker..." he mumbled, dragging his feet on the ground a bit. It sounded like a good idea to him--seeing as his personal bully liked to close the door on his hands during passing time, or attempt to push him inside despite the obvious difference in size between Leafeon and locker. Looking out the windows of the library, that Leafeon made his way into the hall, walking carefully, peering from side to side before entering a hallway. It wouldn't be good for that Nidoran to sneak up on him!

Finally, however, the boy made it to the hall with his locker, empty of any people save a Swoobat and Swadloon near the hall's end. Neither were a threat to that Leafeon, and so he quickly unlocked his locker and traded books within it, pulling out his mathematics and science texts and replacing their spots in his bag with social studies and English. Morning classes like that were always a pain, thought he.

Looking to the end of the hall, the Leafeon checked the time once more, three minutes 'til lunch was over, then a five minute passing time to get to class. A familiar pressure in his bladder made its presence known, having been suppressed by Leeroy's need to work on his homework and avoid the Nidoran. Unsurprisingly, the Leafeon's shyness extended to bathroom nervousness as well, and so there was no better time to drain himself than while the rest of the boarding school was at lunch.

With pack returned to his back, the Leafeon quickly slipped into the loo for a quick tinkle. He undid the uniform-mandated belt with brown-mitted hands, unclasping the button of his khaki shorts and slipping them down just a few inches to fish out his similarly light-brown member. Aiming the uncut thing forward, Leeroy gave a soft groan of pleasure as he relieved his pressured bladder. The soft sound of that stream hitting the porcaline was louder than his exhale, and with that stream stopped the grass-type gave a few short shakes and slipped his flaccidity back into his underwear.

A stall toilet flushed, and the Leafeon's head whipped towards that direction, face embarrassing red. Whoever was in there didn't hear him sigh out--did he? Quickly, the Leafeon rebuttoned and reclasped his pants and belt, cinching them tight before washing his hands. Whomever was in the stall didn't seem as if he was coming out just yet, something Leeroy was thankful for, but at the same time he felt a pang of nervousness, constantly looking out of the corner of his eye in towards the stalls.

The door clicked open as the boy turned to get his paper-towels, utterly blind to whomever was behind him. A quick set of footsteps came closer, and the Leafeon tugged down another paper-towel from the dispenser right as a pair of hands grasped the back of his underwear and _yanked_upwards.

"Gotcha, Leeroy!" came a cocky laugh belong to, who else, the very same Nidoran from lunch. A few tears welled up in the Leafeon's eyes as he dropped those paper towels, reaching down the front of his pants to fix his wedgied undies. They had flossed right between his cheeks painfully, and the quick motion gave a light rugburn to the Leafeon's taint.

"Aahgh... Nick, you..." Leeroy seethed, unable to get out the words he had wanted to say strength. His tailbase hurt, and that half-leaf appendage gave a wilting bend to one side. It didn't matter in particular as well, since the Nidoran, Nick, had left the restroom right after his wedgie, not even bothering to wash his hands.

Sniffing a bit, the Leafeon finally managed to get his underwear back in a reasonable position, though he'd have a slight limp for the next hour or so. Stumbling out of the bathroom, the bell chimed, and the halls began to fill up with students heading to their lockers and class. Luckily for the sore-reared Leeroy, his next class, social studies, was just a few doors away, and he made a slow, semi-pained walk into the classroom, taking his assigned desk next to the window and in front of who-else but a certain poison-type.

"Hey limpy, do your homework?" the Nidoran asked with a teasing sneer on his face that went sadly unacknowledged by the forward-facing Leafeon.

"Like I'll let you copy off it," the grass-type replied with a huff, scooting his desk a bit forward, though not so much that he crowded the Luxio-boy in front of him.

"Don't be like that--I'll stop if you let me see it," the Nidoran replied.

"Stop wha--" a spitwad sputted right against the Leafeon's neck, sending a germophobic shiver up the critter's spine. "Ugh, gross!" he groaned, bringing his hands to his neck to protect it. The next splattered against the back of his head. "Stop it!"

The Nidoran only laughed, though his laughter was short-lived when the bell chimed again, and the Ninetales at the front of the class ordered his students to pass in their work. He passed forward a sheet of paper with some erroneous answers written in the fill-in-the-blank, and tiny, five-word sentences in the short-answer portion. Leeroy stifled a chuckle at it--he hadn't a clue on how the Nidoran could screw up such an easy assignment that he did in less than ten minutes.

With the homework handed in, Nick didn't seem to have any more "requests" from the Leafeon, and thankfully left him alone, aside from an errant spitball every so often. In seeming little time at all, the class period ended with a chime of the bell, and Leeroy made his move to leave, only to be tripped by the Nidoran.

"You okay, Leeroy?" the poison type asked sarcastically, noticing the attention of the teacher upon them. He held out his hand, to the Leafeon, taking quick glances every so often at that Ninetales until he turned away and moved to the door to watch the halls. Nick returned his hand to himself almost immediately, spinning on his heel and leaving the grass-type to pick himself up.

Brushing off his knees, the Leafeon soon brought himself up to a stand. Usually the Nidoran wasn't as harsh, he thought bitterly, swallowing a drop of blood from his bit lip. Either way, he didn't think there was a need to get a teacher involved, it was just bullying, and every kid had to deal with that. Nick was just more obvious about it than others, like that Charmander from a few weeks ago. Though, after he was sent to the office, that bullying stopped...

Distracted, Leeroy hardly noticed a certain Nidoran's foot slipping between his own, and a firm palm pushing up against his pack and shoving himself forward into a messy tumble onto the ground. Books spilled from the Leafeon's opened backpack--when had that happened--and littered the floor in front of himself.

"Oofh..." he mumbled, picking himself up and starting to scoop his belongings back up. At very least Nick didn't have English class with him, thought he. Reaching for his social studies text, a golden-furred hand beat him to it, picking it up off the ground and handing it to the grass-type.

"Why don't you come with me, Leeroy? I want to talk to you," the Ninetales said with a smile, still holding that book out. "You're not in trouble, I promise," he added.

"Uh... I gotta go to my English class, Mister Kettner..." the Leafeon mumbled, making eye-contact for a moment then dipping his eyes back down to the teacher's tie. He reached his hand out and took the book putting it into his bag.

"We'll write a note for that," he said, standing up. The Ninetales had a modest height and a couple feet on the Leafeon.

"We?" Leeroy looked confusedly at the fire-fox, whose hand fell upon his shoulder.

"Mister Motzer and I," came the answer.

The principal. That Leafeon gulped, and nervously looked around as if someone else would help save him. Nobody seemed likely enough, and the paw on his shoulder gave a gentle nudge in the direction of the main hall.

"Come along now, we don't want to make you too late for class."

Leeroy took a few nervous steps forward, heading in the direction that Ninetales pushed him. That fire-type's large (and multiple) tails had such a large swaying-berth that the normally crowded halls pushed aside and parted. There was, after all, a rumor that any kid who touched them would be cursed for the rest of the year, and Pokéstudents are no less fooled my rumors than any other.

The main hallway curved towards the boarding school's front building and administration office wherein a female Blaziken sat on her derrière, answering a few phone calls. She swiftly put that parent on hold when the Ninetales was within talking distance and traded words with him.

"Need to see Andrew, Neil?" she asked, a well-manicured finger hovering over the principal's pager-button.

"That'd be lovely, Courtney," the fox replied, giving a charismatic smile to the bird.

She buzzed the pager, speaking into it. The speaker was aimed in such a way that neither Leeroy nor his social studies teacher could hear what was replied, but the Blaziken gave a little nod to the Ninetales, and he urged the Leafeon-boy to continue on without him.

"Could you tell Andrew to keep Leeroy busy for a couple minutes? I have another student that I need to grab so they can both have a nice long chat."

The Blaziken nodded, passing the message along to the principal. "That all, Neil?" asked she, looking up and cocking an eyebrow.

"Yes, thank you," came the reply, and the fire-bird seamlessly followed up with returning to her phone call precisely where she left off.

While the Ninetales walked off to find a certain Nidoran, the Leafeon nervously knocked on the ornate oak doors to the principal's office. He'd never been to see the principal before, only seeing him during the normal beginning-of-the-term assemblies, but he seemed amiable. Leeroy looked up, following the grain of that door to some ornate lettering baring the name and title of the office's owner: Principal Andrew Motzer.

"Come in," came a voice from the other side of the door, and, still nervous, the Leafeon entered that room. It was a clean and cozy looking room, with a large window behind the principal's desk made of frosted glass. Two moderately comfy chairs sat in front of said desk, with a larger one for the adult behind it. Dressed in a modestly classy suit, the principal smiled disarmingly at the grass-type. "Have a seat wherever you'd like," said he, gesturing at the two chairs before him. Not much of a choice, considering both seemed identical in wear.

The principal was a masculine looking Pokémon, an Arcanine with a thick, bushy mane that he somehow tamed into something resembling neat with a hint of wildness in it. He had a warm gaze and smile despite the large fangs in his mouth, perhaps a side-effect of being a fire-type.

"Uhh... am I in trouble, mister Motzer...?" the Leafeon managed to mumble out, looking down at the floor. Even though that Arcanine could have been the nicest guy on Earth that grass-type was not at all forceful.

"Oh no, don't be silly," the fire-dog replied with an even wider smile, more of his sharp teeth revealing. "I'm not sure why exactly Neil--err--mister Kettner brought you in today, but he made sure to let me know that you weren't in any trouble at all."

Leeroy breathed out in relief. That seemed to take a load off his chest, at least. He made an effort to look higher, gaze moving from the curiously clean carpet to the edge of that oak desk. There were small bumps and divots in it, despite its surface being polished to a brand-new sheen. He was as curious as he was perceptive.

"So... what am I supposed to do...?" he asked, this time managing to look all the way up to the Arcanine's chest, eyes locked in on the principal's smooth silk tie. It reflected the room's light almost hypnotically, glimmering a bit with the adult's motion.

"Why don't we just wait a little while for mister Kettner to get back? Tell me, are you doing well in your studies, Leeroy?"

The grass-type nervously gulped. He didn't like the sound of that--and that question was even more suspect! Bringing his feet together, he stammered to himself a bit, squeezing his hands together and wriggling uncomfortably.

"Uh, uhm... Err... I'm doing..." he mumbled under his breath, as if practicing what he was going to say. "I'm doing well, mister Motzer. I've got good marks in my classes."

"Good, good," the Arcanine muttered, thumbing through the Leafeon's files. "You've got good attendance, too, I see," he complimented, looking over at the grass-type, who still wasn't able to make eye-contact. "Have you made any good friends?" asked the fire-type, carefully watching the Leafeon tense up for just a moment.

"Mm... I've made a couple," he mumbles, thinking about the librarian and a few others. "But I like to be by myself, so it's okay if I don't have a lot," rationalized he, nodding a bit.

"Hm, well, if that's what you want, I won't force you to make any more," the principal muttered. It had been a few minutes--where was that Ninetales? As if on cue, there was a knock on the door. "Ah, good. Come in," he beckoned, voice a bit louder to make it through that thick door. In walked in a certain Nidoran, followed by mister Kettner. Leeroy shifted in his seat away from the door.

"Could we make this quick, Andrew? I've got a class to teach in about a minute and it wouldn't do to be late."

"Yes, yes, of course. Tell me what you know and then I'll handle the rest," the Arcanine replied, waving a large hand cuffed with fur. The Ninetales nodded.

"I caught Nick here shooting spitwads at the back of Leeroy's neck today. I can't say anything for certain, but my intuition tells me that's not the only thing he's done. I've seen Leeroy fall over quite a few times in the past few weeks and thought it was because of his recent evolution, but it's since been five weeks and he's still tripping. When he fell over today, I spotted Nick running off in the opposite direction."

The Leafeon blushed bright red in embarrassment. Why were they making such a big deal about it? He was about to speak up, but was beaten to the punch by the Arcanine, who spent the entirety of the Ninetales's explanation staring at the Nidoran, who had been shifting uncomfortably in his seat from the moment his name was said.

"Do you have anything to say to that, Nick?" he asked in a low rumble of a voice. A shiver went down Leeroy's spine--the sheer tone of that voice was deep enough to feel in the pit of his stomach.

Nick seemed conflicted between answering honestly or trying to lie. At one point he gave a quick glare over to the Leafeon, as if it was his fault he was caught, and turned his eyes back to the principal. The Nidoran took a few steadying breaths through his nose, and tilted his head down to look a little more pathetic.

"Yes mister Motzer... I tripped Leeroy..." he admitted. The Arcanine gave a nod to the Ninetales, who left the office.

"And Leeroy? Is this all Nick did?" that fire-type asked. Leeroy could feel the burning stare of that Nidoran at the side of his face, and he didn't dare to look over to make eye-contact. In some way, he thought, this was worse than the bullying, as he crossed his feet over themselves and gave a quiet mumble.

"No sir..." he managed to vocalize out, flinching as he heard a sharp snorting exhale from the Nidoran. "He's taken my books, spat in my food, and gave me wedgies in the bathroom..." he began listing things off, using his fingers to count. "Tripped me a couple times, and the spitwads... sometimes he takes my homework and copies off of it since he forgot to do his." By now, words seem to flow out of the Leafeon's mouth, and he's too internally aghast to stop it. He'll get called a snitch and all other manners of things!

"I see, I see..." the Arcanine replied back. He seemed to be writing something down with one hand, while his other was in his desk. "How long has this been going on for, Leeroy?"

"Mm, about a month," comes the reply, and the grass-type squeezes his palms together.

"Nick, you need to apologize. We don't tolerate bullying," the fire-type rumbled, turning towards the Nidoran. He had a pointed stare.

"Sorry Leeroy." It sounded as if Nick had bit his tongue while spitting out his insincere apology.

"And Leeroy," the principal was looking at that Leafeon now. "Would you like to get even with Nick?"

The Leafeon wormed in his seat, unsure how to answer.

"If you don't want to punish him, I can. But it may be more helpful to you if you're the one who punishes him," says the Arcanine, reaching up to straighten his tie.

"Oh... uh..." Leeroy still seemed unsure as to what to choose. Now that it was over, he kind of wanted to put the whole situation behind himself, but at the same time he wanted to know what it felt like with the tables turned. "Uhm... I'll punish Nick," he says, steeling himself and squeezing his hands into balled, determined fists.

The Nidoran made a noise of some sort, maybe a laugh, maybe a cough. It definitely didn't seem like he was worried until the Arcanine stood up and walked around from behind his desk. The Arcanine was tall, and when the light cast a shadow down his face, with the rest of him dressed up in a crisp suit, he looked almost like a mafia leader.

"Leeroy, I'll be giving you administrative rights over Nick. His punishment is in your hands," that fire-dog stated, walking over to the Leafeon and crouching down. At eye-level he didn't look nearly as intimidating. "I'll ask that you don't do anything that makes classes too distracting, but other than that you have free reign to use the tools I've got handy."

Unlocking a cabinet, the Arcanine pulls out a box of goodies, setting it upon the Leafeon's lap. It was full of objects, some foreign, some not to the young elementary student.

"Huh...? What am I supposed to use diapers and a pacifier for?" the Leafeon asked, before reaching into the box and pulling out a silver tube and a squishy cone-shaped thing. "And what are these for?" he asked.

"That's a chastity cage, and that's a remote plug," the principal instructed. He beckoned at the Nidoran, who had no choice to obey. Once that poison type was in reach, he tugged the boy's pants down to his ankles suddenly, an easy feet for the delinquent who hadn't worn a belt.

"H-hey!" he cried out indignantly, shushing when the Arcanine turned to glare at him. A pair of tight white undies covered his front, which were soon tugged down to his knees by the principal as well, revealing a short, circumcised prick. "T-this is weird..." he mumbled, hands moving down to cover himself.

"Think you can figure out how that goes on, Leeroy?" asked mister Motzer, pointing at the chastity cage.

"Uh... maybe..." the boy muttered, turning it around on his hand. It had such a strange shape to it, and the metal was a bit cold. He thought back to some of the books he read, to see if they had any help to the challenge.

"You're a smart kid, Leeroy. You can figure it out, can't you?"

"I'm tryin'..." the Leafeon buttered, closing his eyes for a moment. Didn't he read a book that had the word chastity in it? It meant... keeping purity? Then what would a cage for it be... unless... "I know! This is to keep him from touchin' his dirty part, right?" Leeroy asked, looking to Motzer.

"There we go. Can you put it on then?"

Leeroy rotated and rolled that cage around in his hands a bit, before finding a sensible orientation and nodding. In a tag-team operation, the Arcanine pulled the Nidoran's hands back and revealed his soft, purple-colored peen, soon encased in a cool metal cage.

"Haahh! That's cold!" complained the Nidoran, feeling his prick shrink a bit, though not quite enough to withdraw out of the chastity device.

"Don't forget to lock it, Leeroy," the Arcanine advised.

"W-wait a sec!" Nick protested, though it was too late and the lock was in place with a click. "How am I supposed to go pee in this thing!?"

"There's a hole in the tip for that--you're going to wear that until Leeroy says it's okay to take off."

The Nidoran grumbled, crossing his arms. He'd been punished by the Arcanine before, though it wasn't anything like this! That cage pulled heavily down on his rod, shielding it in cool steel. It felt strange at first, tugging down heavily, weighing upon the Nidoran's length, though the longer he'd wear it the more and more used to it he'd get. Leeroy placed the plug into the Arcanine's hand next.

"Now this," the principal began, turning towards the Leafeon. "Is a very special device. You'll have to use it carefully, otherwise Nick will enjoy his punishment too much," said he. He slathered a clearish jelly over the black silicone cone, moistening it completely with that gooey substance. "Nick, turn around and bend over the chair," he ordered to the chastity-wearing Nidoran. The boy gave a grumble in reply, though he turned around and set his pudgy belly atop the chair, tail hanging down between his chubby cheeks.

The fire-dog brought his hand forward near the base of that tail, grasping hold of it and lifting it up, exposing the Nidoran's taut pink pucker amongst that purple flesh. Wedging the tip of that plug against the boy's entrance, he moved his hand so Leeroy could take over.

"Just... push it in?" the boy asked, tilting his head to the side a bit. Receiving a nod from the principal, the Leafeon pressed the black plug into that ring deeper and deeper. It was a strange sight, he thought, seeing that pink rim stretch wider and wider around the slippery-jelly covered object, that hole gaping wide around the squishy black cone before reaching its thinner base and quickly clenching down around that. Nick gave a soft grunt, hands squeezing the fabric of that chair, legs shaking a bit. When the plug hilted inside he gasped, putting more of his weight onto the chair before him, causing it to creak.

"H-hey, how long do I gotta wear these!?" he suddenly piped up, tailring throbbing with a sore heat, and that chastity cage feeling rather tight around his front. The Arcanine flicked a switch on the base of that plug, ignoring the boy's question for the moment.

"Now, use the remote in the box and turn the knob," he guided the Leafeon, who turned the remote on by one click. A dull buzz came from the insides of that silicone cone, brumming and vibrating a bit, making the Nidoran squirm some.

"H-how long!?" Nick cried out, even the remote's lowest setting seemed to be distractingly pleasurable.

"Until Leeroy's done punishing you, Nick," he replied back. "Now Leeroy, why don't you tape up Nick and escort him to his class?"

"Tape up...?" the Leafeon asked, clicking that remote off. The Nidoran's squirms ceased, for a moment, though his knees were still a bit shaky and unable to support the rest of his weight. Principal Motzer pointed to the baby supplies in the box, some oil, powder, and of course, diapers. "Oh! Uh, I've never done that before..." he mutters.

"It's easy enough to learn," the Arcanine said with a warm smile. He tugged on Nick's tail, pulling the boy off of that chair and lying him on his back. By now the Nidoran had a bright red blush across his face, overpowering the usual purpleness of his visage. He glowered at the Leafeon, as if it was his fault that he was in trouble, before squeaking out as his lower half was suddenly lifted up and a diaper scooted underneath. "All you've got to do is powder him, then fold it over and tape it up, Leeroy," explained that Arcanine, moving to the side to let the grass-type attempt it.

Nervous, Leeroy took that canister of powder and sprinkled it lightly over the Nidoran's legs, dotting the purple thighs and hips with white splotches of baby-powder. Its scent began to fill the room and the Leafeon's nostrils almost immediately, Nick's face growing even brighter. He had half a mind to kick and thrash to make the Leafeon's job even harder, but with the principal watching over he stemmed those desires.

"Fold..." mumbled the Leafeon to himself, flipping up the front of that diaper from resting upon Nick's tail to covering almost up to his belly button. Two flaps made themselves apparent to go over that Nidoran's thighs. "And tape..." continued he, pushing the flaps down, and securing them with some tape, patting them in place. "That wasn't too bad..." he muttered, looking up to the principal.

"Very good. Now flip him over and make sure his tail is nice and snug in the back-hole," said that fire-type. Leeroy rolled the Nidoran over onto his belly, taping the extra flaps over his tail to secure it tightly around that bottom. Those movements caused a crinkle to come free from the boy's waist, padding adding an extra inch or so to his pudgy rear and front. "You can go to class now, Nick. Leeroy, I have a few more things I want to talk to you with."

With those words, the Nidoran quickly tugged on his pants, struggling to button them over that diaper. Eventually he gave up, leaving just the zipper holding them up while his waist crinkled an inch larger than before. The Nidoran didn't look back once as he slipped out of the office, face brighter than the Blaziken secretary working the phones.

"What do you need to talk to me about, mister Motzer? Am I in trouble for somethin' else?" the Leafeon asked, looking up with wide eyes at the Arcanine.

"No, no," came the reply, followed by a chuckle. He handed the boy a small booklet with a blank front and back. "You'll get some idea of how to punish Nick better if you read this," said he. "It's full of wonderful ideas that you can do in a short period of time... like between classes." The principal gave a big wink. "Oh, and your administrative rights will last until tomorrow, so make good use of them, alright?"

Leeroy gave a big nod, putting the book into his bag. Uncertain what to say, he slipped out of that office quietly, and popped over to the secretary's desk, grabbing a note to excuse his tardiness. Luckily the first half of English was free-reading, so he didn't miss anything too important.

When he got to his class, the Leafeon was happy to take a seat and pull out that mysterious book. His pack had grown quite a bit heavier with the Nidoran's punishment supplies--part of him wished that it was just left up to the Arcanine and he didn't have to do anything. With a small sigh, he cracked open the book and began to read, having fifteen minutes left in free-reading.

Not even two pages in and the boy's face was flushed a brilliant pink, brightly glowing with each additional word he read. The Leavanny teaching the class thankfully didn't wander past, otherwise he'd die of embarrassment from the contents of that book. Could he really do those things to Nick if he wanted to? The Leafeon shifted in his seat, pants uncomfortably tight from his reading. Just a few more minutes, maybe another idea?

He flicked to what could be called a table of contents and found a short chapter, opening to that page, Public Play. It gave a short list of generic places, bathroom, park, courtyard, and a few ideas for each, like using a sink for height, or a park bench, or even the wall of a building. The details it went into were rather juicy as well, enough to make the Leafeon blush brilliantly once more, the color of his face changing more often than a Kecleon.

Finally, free reading had finished, and the grass-type flicked shut the book and slipped it into his bag, gliding it alongside the baby oil. The book had given that a use too, two in fact. One to soothe irritation on the legs, and the other ease in... the Leafeon's ears felt warm, and he gave them a small rustle.

Having missed a quarter of English class, the period seemed to fly by quickly, and soon the bell rang one last time, signaling the end of classes for the day. Some students bussed themselves off into post-school clubrooms, others returned to their dorms, and some like the Leafeon wandered the campus halls a bit longer.

"Hey! Leeroy!" a stern voice barked out, and the Leafeon turned. Who else but the Nidoran to come after school to him. "Take my stuff off, I wanna go home," said he, crossing his arms and glaring at the Leafeon.

"Like I'll let you do that," replied the Leafeon, mustering up as much courage as he could. "I'm the one punishin' you, so you've gotta stay in that until I say so," he replied, sticking out his tongue and blowing a raspberry. One arm remained behind the grass-type's back, holding that remote carefully, and thumb on the dial.

"Why you..." the Nidoran gritted his teeth, lunging forward suddenly at the Leafeon.

Bzzzzzzhhhh.

That plug in the Nidoran's rear suddenly came to life, ticked up to level four. He tripped over his feet, clutching his rear as a pleasured moan forced its way out of his lips.

"Aagghhhghhh! S-stop, stop! I'll be good!" he whines, writhing and squirming on the floor like a worm, gnashing his teeth to each other, breathing hard.

Leeroy flicks off the vibrator with a smile. He hadn't expected it to work that well, but was glad it did. Squatting down, the boy prodded and poked the poison-type on the forehead, right under that short purple horn.

"You'll be good, huh? Why don't you come out to the playground then, huh?" ordered the Leafeon, giving a wide smirk. "Maybe I'll take your diaper off if you obey," said he, standing up and leaving for the playground. "Don't make me wait, or you'll be punished even harder," he finished, holding up that remote and giving it a back and forth shake, sticking his tongue out.

Nick glowered at the Leafeon, crossing his arms. He picked his backpack off of the ground, slipping it over himself before _slowly_trudging his way towards the playground, not very keen on seeing the grass-type any more than he had to now that the critter had some amount of power over himself. He found the male sitting at one of the outdoor tables, reading a blank covered book with a slight flush to his face, glancing up every so often.

"About time," Leeroy grunted, flicking closed the book and slipping it into his bag on the bench next to himself. He turned the opposite direction and leaned back a little bit onto the picnic table behind him, looking at the Nidoran standing in front of himself. Gradually, he worked up the courage to do what he was about to do. "Kneel down on your knees, right there," he ordered, pointing just a foot away from himself, almost atop where his knees were.

Glaring, the Nidoran obeyed. Having been punished by the principal in a similar fashion before in his office, the poison-type had an inkling of an idea to what he would be forced to do, though he wasn't completely sure if he was right. When the Leafeon popped his belt open, and followed up by unbuttoning and unzipping the front of his pants, however, it became clear.

"Y'know what's comin' next, don't you?" the Leafeon teased. In truth, that Nidoran was probably the only one of the two who knew--Leeroy having no experience with sex, while Nick had his past punishments with mister Motzer. A scowl crossed the Nidoran's face as he leaned in forward, plopping his muzzle upon the Leafeon's crotch and breathing over the bulge in the male's tight undies. "Aahh..." Just the pressure was enough to send a small spike of pleasure up the Leafeon's spine, finding the sensation similar to how the book described it.

"Suck it, right?" the Nidoran asked, giving a glare. Leeroy nodded, and Nick placed his lips over the fabric's bulge, gumming it a bit and rubbing his wetted lips across the plumpness of that Leafeon's member. The grass-type had an earthy taste--that much was clear through those underwear, but the subtle nuances of his essence were over-ridden by the strong flavor of cotton. A hand dropped down, pressing atop Nick's head, and coaxing him further against that growing bulge. It wasn't very large in comparison to the Arcanine's though still had a slight girthiness to it that made it seem as if it'd be hard to swallow.

"Aah... suck it bare, now," ordered Leeroy, sucking in air through his nose. The briskness of fall hadn't quite settled into the boarding school's campus yet, though his exhales out had a cloudiness to them characteristic of cooler weather. Either way, the coolness of the air contrasted sharply to the snug warmth of his underwear, and when exposed that Leafeon shrunk just a tad--until the Nidoran's lips slipped around his uncut tip and started to slide downwards, slipping that rod into his warm maw.

With the barrier of cotton removed, Nick could taste that full richness of the grass-type's malehood. It was much more subdued in comparison to the Arcanine's spicy-cinnamonness, having almost a slightly nutty flavoring to it, or possibly like sweet roots. Neither of those two flavors were favored, however, and the Nidoran tried his best to avoid letting that shaft drool upon the flat of his tongue. It dipped down low to the base of the Leafeon's member, slopping around and wrapping it while that growing tip throbbed in the back of the poison-type's throat.

"Mrrfhh... ohhh..." Leeroy groaned, toes curling within his shoes, his leafy tail giving a thrash underneath the table as his bully bobbed slowly across his tip. That "instruction book" was right on the money with pleasure--he could hardly keep his mouth shut with those soft groans and huffs. More misty clouds left his lips as his breaths quickened, that hand atop Nick's head pushing the Nidoran firmer against his crotch and the Leafeon's hips giving an instinctual buck up into that mouth. It was a rather lewd sight to behold--one boy giving another a blowjob in the playground. If a voyeur looked carefully, they could even see the puffiness of that Nidoran's pudgy backside as it shifted, and the top of his diaper as it peaked out from above his pants.

Unlike that Leafeon, who seemingly cared not for being caught, the Nidoran was looking out of every corner of his eye, checking to make sure someone didn't wander into the playground after hours. He had tried to build a reputation of being a strong and dominating guy, after all--it wouldn't do to have someone see him in such a humiliating position. The grass-type's rod twitched within Nick's mouth, splurting out a sudden jet of precum down the male's throat, who swallowed it with a gag and a cough.

"Oohh... mrfh... yes..." Leeroy continued to groan, his knees shaking a bit, feet lifting up off the ground for a moment before setting back down, tapping on the pavement a few times. His groin was beginning to tense up, and a strange pressure was winding right behind the base of his nursed-upon rod. "Aahh... mffhh..." moaned he, unsure if that sensation was the one his manual spoke of.

Even if the Leafeon couldn't tell he was coming closer to his peak, the Nidoran could--if just by the way the grass-type's balls started to slide up against the underside of that shaft, and the unhooded glans of that Pokémon swelled. Deciding it was probably better to get the Leafeon off quickly than risk being discovered, the poison-type swallowed his pride (among other fluids) and began to bob faster upon that length. His stubby tail swayed from side to side, helping him keep his balance with that rhythmic motion of back and forth, and he breathed hotly out his nose, breath rushing through the groin-fur of that grass-type.

"Aahh... ahhh!" Leeroy yelled, throwing his head back and giving a sudden cry of pleasure as that peak reached its highest level. He pressed his hand down upon the Nidoran's head, forcing Nick to deep throat that stiff rod as it throbbed and splurted out hot lines of semen down the back of the boy's neck. He almost gagged from the earthy taste, swallowing hard to rid his mouth of the flavors though they remained, as if stained upon his tongue by the Leafeon.

With the grass-type's finish, the Nidoran remained upon that tip, licking and flicking his tongue underneath the foreskin, stimulating that sensitive glans in an attempt to get the boy to push him off. It worked--Leeroy squirming a bit before pressing the Nidoran back with the palm of his hand, breathing hard. A line of spit traced from Nick's lips to the grass-type's tip, breaking as the poison-type wiped his mouth off with the back of his wrist.

"Can I take these things off now, or what?" asked the Nidoran, still giving a glare. He felt as if he needed to wash is mouth out with soap in order to get the taste of that Leafeon out of it. Leeroy hummed to himself, looking down at the Nidoran with a grin, slipping his boyhood back into his underwear and refastening his pants and belt.

"Hmm... I'll let you take them off... but you've gotta come to my dorm to do it," the Leafeon said, giving a nod, and another grin. He had another idea in plan for the Nidoran to suffer through before the day was up. Nick simply gave a long grunt, curling his nose up and wrinkling it as he stood up and threw his pack over his back.

"Fine. What building and room?" asked he with a scowl, facing away from the Leafeon.

"Sinnoh building, room 204," the Leafeon replied, also grabbing his things. "Be there in thirty minutes, or I'll make you wear the diaper and plug for another day," he threatened. The dorm buildings weren't too far off, though the one that Nidoran was in happened to be near the farthest he could get from the Sinnoh building.

Nick walked with a brisk pace to his room, tossing the bag with his books onto his messy bed. The entire half of his room was messy, really--from desk to closet, drawers and sink. Glancing at the clock he gave himself a rough estimate of how long he could stay, before throwing off his shirt and kicking off his pants, leaving him clothed in naught but that diaper and steel chastity below it. Looking at himself in the mirror, he could really see how much it added to his waist, wondering if it was that obvious while he was in uniform, too.

He shook his head, putting the thought out of his mind as he dug through his laundry hamper of clean, but unfolded, clothes and threw on a pair of shorts that seemed to make those diaper-bulges look the least noticeable, and muffle the crinkles from his movement a little bit. Then, slipping on a shirt, he left his dirty room and made his way towards the Sinnoh building.

Leeroy, on the other hand, went to drop off his books in his locker first, trading for the mathematics text he needed for tonight. He slipped it into his bag absentmindedly, thinking of something decidedly not math. His blank book had a few ideas for what to do with a punished student in their dorm room, but none of them seemed to click as the in-public things he had read. He almost wanted to humiliate the Nidoran in the hallway, or in class, though neither of those would be an option until the next day, and by then he'd lose his privilege!

If he was gonna do one last punishment tonight, he'd have to make it count, thought the grass-type, giving a nod to himself. There were a few things he could do to make that happen, thought he, probing his brain and memories of the manual while he walked. A few ideas floated to mind, face flushing just the slightest bit, though he doubted he could get that embarrassed anymore after just making the Nidoran suck him off in the playground.

Either way, by the time that boy reached the second floor and his room, a rather dumb expression was plastered over his face--wide grin, reddened cheeks and semi-glazed over eyes. He almost missed the poison-type tapping his foot outside of his door, arms crossed and glaring.

"At least get here on time if you're gonna give me a deadline," the Nidoran grunted, only to drop to his knees with a sudden groan. The Leafeon had flicked on that plug in his rear, right in the middle of the hallway. "Gahh... Okay, okay! I'm sorry!" he hissed, not wanting to yell too loudly and get the attention of everyone on that floor.

"Not good enough," teased the grass-type with a sick smile, crouching down and twisting the dial up to "2". The muted humming noise coming from the Nidoran's bum grew louder in intensity, and the poison-type grinded his teeth shut, trying to withstand the immense stimulation to his backside.

"Hhahahhhh! S-stop it!" he whined, voice shaking and growing a little louder. It still wasn't to the point where it could be heard down the hall, but the Leafeon's neighbors might be getting a bit curious around now. Another click from Leeroy's tool, and that buzzing noise grew even further into a prominent sound. Tears started to well up in Nick's eyes, forced out by his unwillingness to groan and give the Leafeon that satisfaction.

"Let's see how far you'll go," Leeroy said, giving an obscene squeeze to his front, shifting his arousal so it was less obvious in his pants. Another click, and the Nidoran clutched at the carpeted floor, lifting his pudgy ass up off of it, as if just lying on the side was causing the pressure-pleasure to multiple.

The Nidoran was cursing up a storm mentally. His boyhood strained against the chastity holding it down tightly, wanting to swell out and reach a full mast but unable. His tight ring stung from overstimulation, flexing and relaxing repeatedly around that device--squeezing numbed his ring to pleasure, and the momentary relaxation gap caused the tip of the plug to reverberate even further within him. Even the principal wasn't this torturous to him when it came down to punishment, and that Arcanine was nearly three times as big as that plug!

Two clicks, and that buzz seemed to vibrate through the Nidoran's body all the way to his ears as loud as a jackhammer, and feeling no less violent in its shaking within him. That silicone tool had quite a motor to put out such motion, the kind that smacked against a prostate and continually ground against it for as long as it possibly could.

"Give up yet?" Leeroy said with a gleeful smile. Despite all his repositioning, the Leafeon's erection strained obviously at the front of his shorts, taunting the Nidoran with its freedom. Nick looked up and glared at the grass-type through tear-bleary eyes. The moment he opened his mouth that Leafeon ticked the plug up one more level, replacing the Nidoran's words with a long cry of pleasure.

"Ggghhhaaaggghhh!" came that loud vocalization, making it from end to end of the hallway. Nick's face burned bright red from twofold embarrassment. That stubby plug had won its battle, over stimulating him to the point where that poison-type had a "dry" orgasm. Only it wasn't very dry at all. With all the buzzing and no way to release it, the Nidoran had pissed himself silly. The front of his shorts had swelled forward, light moisture at the sides of his crotch where his diaper had leaked, and a deep musky scent emanated from his groin, humiliating him further.

By now that plug within his rear had worn out almost all the nerves for the moment, buzzing loudly with little effect other than a slight rolling of that Nidoran's eyes up and a permanent stiffening of his tail. With a smirk, the Leafeon twisted the dial back down to zero, setting it in his pocket before dragging the collapsed poison-type into his room.

Nick's legs felt like jelly--and had about the same amount of moistness soaking their smooth-sides, too. The intensity of that vibrating orgasm had nearly wiped his mind clear of any thought, leaving him a bit dazed and drooly while the grass-type set him upon his back on a coffee table. He could feel his shoes being removed, shorts too, but was too powerless to even lift a finger to do anything, laying as if drugged.

"Looks like baby wetted himself," teased the Leafeon, smiling a bit as he squeezed the front of that diaper. It squished semi-quietly, some fluids roaming from one portion of it to another, not quite filled to its carrying capacity. At last, a bit of life was returning to that Nidoran, who mumbled a reply.

"Shut... shut up..." he said, wiggling a bit on the flat of his back. It was embarrassing enough to be forced into chastity and a diaper--but to accidentally use it? The Leafeon would taunt him forever for it.

"Oh? Does baby think he doesn't need a diaper?" Leeroy asked, tugging at those tapes a bit, peeling them backwards enough until the front flopped forward sloppily, squishing down on the table. "Because he definitely does when he pees himself like this," continued he, cupping the Nidoran's chubby balls and giving them a small squeeze.

"Grh..." Nick replied, clenching his fists. The squeeze to his sack was almost painful for how blue his nuts were. They begged for release that wouldn't come, especially not at the hands of that particular grass-type. "Gonna take it off... hffhh... or what?" he managed to spit out, legs falling to the sides of that thin table, chubby thighs spread apart and diaper laid out like a landing strip.

There was a ruffle of clothes that certainly wasn't his own. Peering over the curve of his chubby belly, the Nidoran could see that Leafeon become bottomless; his tan, uncut stiffy gave a short bob with each thump of his grass-type heart. Nick had a fair guess on where that would be going, especially verified with that un-plugging of his bottom with a well-placed tug.

"Ngghh... uhh..." he mumbled. That release of pressure had a strange mixture of feelings between good and bad. His hole ached as it slowly returned to its natural closedness, as if wishing for a filling to keep it open and wide. At the same time, however, the heaviness against his prostate and inners was a welcome relief that he had for around thirty seconds. Then the Leafeon's tip prodded at his tail's underside.

"Here, have this, baby," Leeroy laughed, popping a pacifier into the Nidoran's mouth. That pudgy-purple Pokémon gave an almost instinctual suckle to it before realizing what it was, moving to spit it out. The Leafeon held the pacifier in just a little while longer until finally Nick accepted it. "That's a good boy," he grunted, shifting his hips a bit before straddling the table and prodding his hood at the poison-type's hole a bit deeper.

That pacifier had a peculiar taste, kind of like some sort of rubber. Were the Nidoran more experienced in (safe) sex, he'd recognize the flavor as that of a common condom, but due to that ignorance he could only call the tang of it "weird". No less weird than wearing a wet diaper, he supposed. Or wearing a wet diaper and getting fucked by the kid you bullied since the start of the year while in chastity. Maybe a little weird.

"Haahh... fuck, that's warm..." the Leafeon mumbled, tugging his hood backwards with a pair of fingers, pressing his exposed glans into that stretched-out ring. "Oh geeze..." he groaned, toes curling as he sank deeper and deeper into that bottom. Luckily for Leeroy, that plug had loosened the Nidoran quite a bit, and he wouldn't come to an early orgasm with the first few thrusts. The grass-type's balls draped over that squishy-warm pad, the musk of it leaking into the surface of that table and the furs upon that evolved form's taint.

Nick grunted softly as he felt the Leafeon's hips bump up against the underside of his thighs, the chubby things giving a soft jiggle from the press. His ring grasped around that intruding member--it hardly compared to the Arcanine's adult-sized one, but his passage was still stunningly sensitive by that buzzing plug's aftereffects.

"Aahh... this is good... mmfth... no, great..." Leeroy muttered, his thrusts starting to increase in rhythmic pace, his hips pressing fully against that Nidoran's backside, bumping into it. One hand squeezed at Nick's hip, while the other reached down into his own bag, pulling out a bottle of baby oil. He uncapped it, lifting up Nick's shirt and pouring the oil over the smooth boy's belly, stroking it into that chubby tummy and sides. Soon that belly was covered in a slick glaze, the scent of which almost overpowered that musk from his wetted diaper.

With heavy pounds, that Leafeon leaned over and pressed both of his palms to that slippery stomach, squeezing and groping the chubby Nidoran all over, groaning hotly as he rutted away. His tail thrashed a bit, balls pulling up to the base of his shaft as his peak neared. Both hands sloppily slid to the Nidoran's waist, grasping hold of it (as best they could with that oil all over themselves) and squeezing hard.

"Haahhh!" Leeroy moaned out, throwing his head back. Short, quick splurts of cream sputtered out from his tip, slopping into the poison-type's rim with minute throbs of that grass-type's rod, twitching within that grippingly warm rear. "Aahh... oohhh..." he panted, breathing hard. Shakily the Leafeon pulled himself out of that rump, foreskin rolling back to cover his sticky glans before he wiped it down underneath the Nidoran's taint and sack, nudging the chastity belt's lock a bit.

Nick twitched a bit, his hole still trying that useless clenching upon itself, partially failing due to that previous stretching from the plug. His loosened ring gaped just slightly, dripping out the Leafeon's load from his opening, gliding a line of cloudy-white cream along his smeared taint and tailbase. The inside of his chastity belt was shamefully tight, the Leafeon's pounding against his prostate trying to force an erection where one couldn't arise.

"Hff... huhh..." panted that poison-type, pushing that pacifier from his mouth and sucking in deep breaths. "Hahh... alright, unlock me," he grunted, crossing his arms over his pudgy stomach, slicking his wrists up in the oil across it. He tried to hold a glare at Leeroy, failing as he felt that humiliating ooze glop out from his rim.

"Hmm..." the Leafeon paused, as if he was trying to think of a reason not to--not that he needed one. "Nah, I don't think I will!" he replied with a smile. Nick wasn't happy to see it. He narrowed his eyes, glowering at Leeroy and baring his teeth in a displeased grimace. He pushed himself up with his upper arms, coming as close to face-to-face with the Leafeon as he could.

"Unlock me!" he snarled, nose bridge curling up into an ugly wrinkled form. The Leafeon shoved Nick back onto his back, leaning over the poison-type intimidatingly. A paw grasped the collar of that Nidoran's shirt, yanking it and the boy who wore it.

"I've got the right to punish you 'til tomorrow mornin', so you're not getting off that easy," smirked the Leafeon. With a surprising amount of strength, he hefted the pudgy Nidoran off of that table, dragging the bottomless, chastity-belted boy over to his bed and somehow managing to pull him atop the mattress. Nick laid with his head somewhere midway on the bed, his legs flumped over the edge of it. With a tug, Leeroy stripped off the Nidoran's shirt, as well as his own, and straddled the poison-type's chest. "Now clean up my messy dick," the grass-type ordered, pushing his flaccid, sticky cock against Nick's lips.

"Mfh." The Nidoran turned his head, refusing to open. A hand grasped hold of his cheeks, and he squealed out as they squeezed, forcing open his jaw and in that soft, hooded member. As it brushed along into his mouth, Nick withdrew his tongue to his throat, managing to hold it there for only a moment before gagging on his own saliva and swallowing, sucking that limp rod even further into his mouth. "Gghkl..."

Leeroy gave out a soft moan, leaning forward, belly pressing against the top of that Nidoran's head, lightly prodded by the poison-type's horn. He buried his face into the pillow as his plowed his groin up against the other male's lips. Gently that Leafeon rocked his hips back and forth, grinding along Nick's smooth muzzle. His maleness throbbed a bit, though with such a recent orgasm it wasn't able to twitch back into full arousal.

"Aahh..." groaned the Leafeon, relaxing further, eyes closing. Those suckling lips against his malehood had such a nice comforting grip to them that he felt sleepier and sleepier. His musky crotch blanketed the Nidoran's face, smelling strongly of boyish earthiness, as well as the poison-type's own urine. Two pouched orbs plopped themselves against Nick's chin, resting there, half empty.

Nick squirmed a bit, his tail flexing as he attempted to move out from underneath the Leafeon. Leeroy's thighs squeezed at his cheeks, holding him steady. He gave a muffled grunt, trying to lift his arms but found them pinned as well. He flexed his tongue, attempting to push out that flaccidity from his lips, failing as it simply slid around his mouth.

Sucking a bit harder, the Nidoran aimed to clean and free himself, though such thoughts were dashed when a low snore came from the forward-slumping Leafeon, followed by another, and another. A flash of irritation crossed Nick's face--Leeroy had fallen asleep! Try as he might, however, the poison-type was unable to shake that Leafeon, and had to endure an entire night of slurping his length!

A shrill beeping awoke that Leafeon, and he stretched forward to smack off his alarm. Giving a long yawn and stretch, he pushed himself up from his front, looking down below himself. At some point the Nidoran had fallen asleep as well, though that didn't stop him from idly slobbering over the grass-type's member, drool having rolled out on both sides of his cheeks.

Pulling his prick free of that mouth, a stringy line of saliva mixed with semen came with it, the rod sensitive beyond belief. Nick pursed his sleeping lips, smacking them together a bit and breaking that line. It seemed as if he had swallowed more than a few loads of seed too, be it while awake or in his sleep, if just from how sore the Leafeon's balls were.

"Hey, wake up," Leeroy grunted, swinging his leg over the Nidoran's body and getting out of bed. No response. The grass-type inched forward, flicking Nick on the noise. "I said wake up. We gotta go return mister Motzer's supplies."

"Mmrfghhh." As if there could be a lazier reply. Leeroy grasped underneath the pudgy Nidoran's armpits, rolling him over onto his belly and tugging him across the bed until his hindquarters were in a ripe and raised position. With a squeeze to the plump thing, followed by a firm smack, the poison-type woke up in a snap. "Ffghhaah!" he coughed out, throat a bit sticky. "What was that for!?" he asked with a glare, turning to look at Leeroy as best he could.

"You wanna get unlocked, don't you?" the grass-type said. "Get your clothes on--I gotta bring back this stuff to the principal."

With a quick brush of his teeth and a throwing on of a shirt and pants, the Leafeon pushed that Nidoran out of his room, bag of Motzer's "tools" in hand. As usual, the Arcanine was in his office early, taking care of paperwork.

"Ah, back early, I see," he nodded to the Leafeon, who plopped a bag of goodies upon the principal's desk. "Did you have fun?"

"Y-yes sir," the Leafeon replied, a tinge of his blush reaching up his grassy ears. He shifted around a slight bit, his bare groin rubbing against the front of his pants a bit. "Thank you for allowing me to punish Nick, Mister Motzer!" he finished, trying his best to look humble and grateful. The Arcanine smiled, coming forward to rub the Leafeon's head affectionately.

"I hope you've taught him not to bully anymore--I don't want to see either of you in my office again for that reason, okay?"

Nick remained silent, puffing a bit out of his nose. He crossed arms over his chest, turning his head.

"And Nick, did you learn your lesson?" Mister Motzer asked, turning towards the Nidoran.

"Yeah, whatever," he grunted, waving a hand dismissively. "Can I go now?"

The Arcanine nodded his head, returning to his desk. The two students filed out, each going their separate ways for now. One to his dorm to wash off the shame, and the other to wash up for school.