EDIT: If you have sent in a character already, please reread the forms. A few things have changed. Thank you!

EDIT 2: To clarify the mistake with the Eeveelution twins, Lauren is the Leafeon, and Iris is the Flareon. Ciao.

EDIT3: Oh god...huge mistake...I just remembered that 9th graders are freshmen...10th graders would be sophomores...so I'll be lowering everyone down from sophomores to freshman, but if you don't want that to happen with your char, just let me know in a PM.

Sorry guys, character submissions are closed. No ifs, ands, or buts.

A/N-First series, starring Quilava. It is school themed, but without any Pokemorphs or humans. Entirely Pokémon. I haven't seen something like this yet. At least lemon wise. Draco, I will start your request soon, right after I finish this. By the way, guys, I'll warn you when a chapter has a lemon. This chapter will have one, so yeah :p

Disclaimer- I do not own school or Pokémon. I own the plot, characters that were not submitted, and the lemons that lie within.

High School Daze

School. I was going to kill whoever invented it. It was for humans, but the Abra-Kazam committee, who ran the small, village-like area, decided to go with it, saying, "The young Pokémon of today are lacking in education. They need people to teach them life's lessons, to teach them to survive, to teach them in arts that they would otherwise never see-" Yeah, yeah, yadda-yadda-yadda, school is good, blah-blah-blah- etcetera. The whole shi-bang. Funny thing is, our parents AGREED to it! How dare they! But I'm getting off track.

They threw us in the school, which was no more than a rather large area of the forest divided into sections, based on our age. Yes, age. Not evolution, not size, but age. You have your massive Wailmers mixed in with your itty-bitty Skitties (Yeah, our school has some of…that going on), and me, your slightly smaller-than-normal Quilava mixed in with those brutes of a Pokémon they call Crocanaw. Not a good idea.

Well, I'm droning again. As always. I always talk too much…but as soon as I need to, I can't. Heh. Hilarious, ain't it? *Sigh*…

So…first day of school shouldn't be too bad, right? In fact, it was better than I could've hoped (This isn't one of your angst high-schooler stories. School could actually be…well…fun). They actually had food other than Oran and Tomato berries like I was used to, but they had Softboils, those things that Chansey and Blissey always make, they have vitamins, which aren't terrible, they have gummies, which are usually rewards (being a teacher's pet can go a loooooong way…), they have apples, these little balls of sugar that they reserve for the best students that they call "Rare Candies", they have chocolate, which everyone but me seems to go crazy for, and you have the best of it all- Pokeblocks. Those little hard candies…I could eat them by the second if they gave the chance…I would have one every day, but they're really expensive. Sure, Poffins may taste the same, but they taste too doughy…like bread. Aaaaaaaaand I'm going off topic.

So…you had your survival class, you had your training, you had your math (I seem to understand it, although no one else but the psychic types seems to), you had history, language so we could communicate with humans if need be, and all the rest of that "fun" stuff. Each class was led by a different Pokémon, usually one that fit the subject. Language was taught by a Lucario, math by a Kadabra, training by a Machamp, survival by a Magikarp, which as odd as it sounds, kind of makes sense when you really think about it…he has to get around in a fishbowl that is on a wheelchair, but he, it works.

Enough of the explanations. The only reason you're here is to hear my little story about my little bit of fun, right? Now keep your pants on. Yeah, you. The person reading my journal. What are you doing in here, anyways? *Sigh*…

Now, for the actual school day? Well, I should start with when I left for school. I guess that's where it all began…

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"Mum! I gotta' go or I'll be late!"

"Okay, I left a bag for you on next to the door, don't forget it! Bye, honey!" My mom replied, yelling through the den as she was somewhere else, probably in the small bath we were lucky enough to have. I yelled another good-bye to Dad, although he was presumably asleep still. I heard a soft grunt in reply, and I turned to the door. I ran through it, nabbing a small blue book bag next to the threshold. It was blue, two straps, a bit classic, but it got the job done. Without a second though I slung it over my shoulder and ran down the well-worn path to the small intersection. It was there that I was supposed to wait for the Tropius to pick everyone up. No one was there, so either I was late, or no one was here yet.

I was about to get off my rump and leave, but a small red dog walked down the path towards me, a green one-strap bag slung over his shoulder. "Hey! Bus come yet?"

I sighed. I hated it when other kids referred to the Tropius as the "Bus". It really stood for "Bad, 'Un-fun' way to Slide", which was slang for "get around". I always thought that the Tropius never liked the term, as I always saw them scowl when they heard it.

"For your information, he isn't 'the bus', he's the Tropius. Second, no, he hasn't arrived yet." I did my best to look like I didn't care at all; I was leaned against a tree with my eyes closed. Obviously, my glasses ruined the appearance.

"I'll call him 'bus' whenever I want, got it?" he said. I could hear him next to me, and there was a challenging tone in his voice. I opened one eye.

"You realize I'm two grades above you, an evolution higher, and not to mention...I could kick your ass and get away scott-free with it…" I said to the Growlithe, who took a step back. He growled.

"Oh yeah? Well…I…uh…wanna' fight?" He said, his voice shaking and stuttering.

I sighed. "I suppose so. Only if you want to get lose, I guess." He seemed to be taken aback at my calm tone. He tried to back up, but was pushed back by a drawing crowd of students, all eager to see something happen. There were Pokémon of all ages; most younger than me, and a few were older. This was a recently occupied zone, so it was mostly new families living here.

"Huh…ah! Since when did they get here?" He seemed startled by the large amount of Pokémon. He obviously didn't know that fights were popular in our school. "Nnh…alright...let's go!" He lunged at me, teeth bared. I side-stepped and let out a small puff of smoke. If he was going to go around picking fights, I was going to mess with him and over-exaggerate a battle. I could even have a little fun while I was at it.

As he stood there coughing, I neatly swept his legs out from under him. I stepped back. "…Are you gonna' fight, or what?" He seemed enraged by that, and ran at me, managing to hit me only due to his blinding speed. I heard someone yell in the crowd. A brother, perhaps. I narrowed my eyes. He would pay, and I knew that everyone else realized this. Some of the younger kids started to back away. "So…you really do want to fight, eh? How about I- FLAME WHEEL!" It was an old trick I learned. People didn't expect you to attack while you were talking, and he didn't even realize that I was charging towards him in a rolling ball of fire. When I hit him, it wasn't a very effective attack, but I was larger than him by enough to do some serious damage.

With a startled "OOF!" he was thrown backwards, landing a distance away on his side. I nodded, dusted off my paws, and sat against a tree, reading a book from my bag, as the Tropius arrived.

He took one look around, noticed the Growlithe and the scuffed up ground, and then realized how many kids there were. He raised an eyebrow. "Well, I don't think that even half of yon kids are from this stop righ' here. Now go on, shoo! Scramble! I'll pick you up at yon stops of yours. Now!" His thick, heavy voice, although soft and gentle, carried a sense of authority with it, and many of the students ran off further down the path, leaving a handful of Pokémon. The Tropius sank to his knees. "Alright', now. Climb aboard, and I'll get y'all where you need to go!"

The lumbering gait of the Tropius made for a bouncy ride, and not many students liked it too much. But it got the job done, and after a few more stops, we were on our way to the school. The Tropius, having such a long neck, was able to keep moving and still turn to talk to me at the same time. "Joss…" he began. I had a feeling I knew where he was going. "Do you by any chance know who was fighting who in that fight at the stop?"

I looked up from my book and pushed my glasses further up my muzzle. "Yeah…he called you the bus, I told him he was wrong, he started a fight, and I taught him not to. Simple as that. "I turned back to my book as he continued.

"So you fought him, then?"

"Yep."

"You really shouldn't…but since he did start the fight, I guess I can let you off the hook."

I knew what he really meant. We both hated it when he was called the "bus", and he was glad I stopped someone from doing it. I was such a suck-up, sometimes. "Thank you, Mr. Tropius!"

"No problem, Joss. Just don't get into any more fights, now, you here me?" He winked, and then turned back to the path. I smirked. He was goading me on, wasn't he? However, I was taken from my personal thoughts as we rounded a corner like any classic, and we all saw something that made our jaws drop.

"Where…where are the grounds?" One student asked, in too much awe to actually think straight.

"That," the Tropius said, "Is the school. The Abra-Kazam committee decided to have an actual building for our school now to make everything easier. How 'bout that?"

He was right. Instead of the outdoor divisions we were used to, the whole thing was replaced by a large building, something rarely used by Pokémon. This was going to be a long year.

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I growled to myself as I approached the green storage cabinets they called "lockers". Thousands of the things lined the walls, and every student had one so that we didn't have to carry every single textbook around with us. Normally, I would've though of them as a waste of time, had Lauren not been at the locker across from me. Her sister, Iris, was only a few lockers down from me. Lauren and Iris had to be the cutest two Eeveelutions in the school. They were my neighbors, but they never took the bus, instead having a ride with their Jolteon mother.

Lauren was a Leafeon. Her leaves had this curl to them that accented her cute-girl look well. Nearly every guy in the school was head-over-tail about her, but I liked her sister, Iris, better. She was a Flareon, and I don't know if it was her sassy attitude or that Iris looked cuter, but I was one of the few guys who preferred her over the rest of the girls. Her collar weren't as ruffled as you would expect, as she actually brushed it every night and morning, something you would expect more of Lauren. Her reddened fur had a gleam to it, as did Lauren's, but Iris just seemed a bit cuter than me.

I don't think I would ever know if either of them liked me or not…I was really shy and nervous around girls, and my voice would always fail me. It happened with any girl I liked, but if I knew the girl pretty well, I was fine. And really, the only girl like that was Reena. She was "The Ugly Duckling" of our school. No one liked her, and everyone though she was ugly. I used to think the same, but then she sat next to me at lunch, and I actually got to see how nice she was. Oh, and she had the locker next to me.

"Hey, Joss," The Marshtomp said, the fin on her head flopping to wither side. "Anything new happen over the summer?"

I opened the locker, shoving all my books inside, organizing them, and then taking the ones out for Language class. "Unless you count the new school," I said, making a sweeping motion with my paw, "Then nothing really. I had a scuffle with some Growlithe at the Trop-stop, but it was easy enough."

"Cool." She scratched her lavender chin with a paw. Actually, I forgot to mention why she was an outcast. You see, she was a Shiny. Now, being Shiny could be a boon or a curse. It could either make you look better, or it could make you an outcast if the colors were wrong, like with Reena. "I can't really say the same. There is this cute little Zorua who moved in next door, and he's in our grade!"

I turned to her. "Really? A Zorua? What class?" Unova Pokémon were rare in this area, as the region was so far away. As for classes, there were tiers that new Pokémon were separated into, which pretty much dictated the social order. Reena and I were the only ones who broke it. Out of ten classes, I was around a four, and she was on the bottom, with a one.

"He's a 6. But he actually talks to me, so I don't think he knows yet."

I pulled the last book from the locker and closed it, locking it in the process. "Let's hope he has the same class as one of us. We should warn him."

I plopped into the rigid chair, made from a recently discovered material, plastic. The chairs weren't attached to the desks like in some classes, so I thought of myself as lucky. I looked around the room. I was the first one here, but the students were starting to stream in until every desk was taken, a total of two dozen. When I saw the little black fox walk in, which I assumed was the Zorua, I motioned for him to sit next to me. He looked around; all of the desks were taken except for the ones o either side of me. He shrugged and chose the seat to my right as the teacher, Mr. Alucard, walked in.

"Good morning, class." The blue jackal started. "Before we begin, I would like to tell you all that there was a mistake in the schedule: There will be a school-wide assembly today after this class in the auditorium. But for now, we will start today's lesson."

"This semester we will be studying, instead of Human English like last year, a less known form of Pokespeak called Kunoken. Now, as you know…" I groaned, letting my forehead fall onto the desk. Even though Mr. Alucard was probably one of the nicest teachers in the school, he had to have picked the dullest subject to teach. It wasn't hard, but was just…boring. Nothing exciting ever happened.

I sighed, and grabbed a charcoal stick and some paper from my bag ad started writing a small note. "Hey, kid. Welcome to our neck of the woods. I haven't seen you before. What's your name?" I folded it, and then unobtrusively placed it on the Zorua's desk.

When he noticed, he unfolded it, read it from under his desk, scribbled something, and then folded it and gave it back to me. I read what was written inside: "Joss, isn't it? Yeah, I'm kind of new to Veral Forest, so I don't really now much. I'm Nathen, but you can call me Nate. PS: What's the Lucario's name?" I head-desked again and pointed to the board, where his name was neatly printed. I sighed and raised my head, eyes widening as I realized what was written on the board.

"And that, class, are the fundamental basics to the Kunoken language. I hope you took your notes." He proceeded to erase the board, leaving my eye twitching and jaw hanging as the hundreds of words disappeared. I was going to hate this year.

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Reena, Nate and I were sitting together on the wooden bleachers in the auditorium. Many parents sat in the chairs especially reserved for them. It was almost as if… "Every parent for the students are here…" I whispered to myself. Nate turned to me.

"Huh? What did you say, Joss?"

"All of the students' parents are here…not one chair is left empty, and there are twice as many parents as kids. Something big must be going on."

Reena nodded. "I heard something about dorms from some of the other kids. Maybe that's what this is about." She shrugged and turned to the principle, who had picked up a screeching mic.

The Nintales cleared his throat. "As you know, we are having this assembly to tell you about some of the newer addition to our school. First and foremost, we have upgraded the grounds into a building, so that students may have more quiet and privacy, along with shelter, while they test. Second, and by far the largest addition, is that starting tonight, the dormitories shall open. In case you are wondering, these dorms are for students who live too far away to be given a ride here everyday, or whose parents feel like they should stay at school for the entire week. We have enough rooms for every student to pair up with another. However, unless you reside in a dwelling over eight miles away, then you must be in at least grade nine to stay.

"Now, there are some rules that pertain to this new setup, which include…" I think it was there that I stopped listening and groaned. There was without a doubt that I would be sent here to stay by my parents. They loved to go at it, but with me in the den, it couldn't be done without me knowing. Hopefully…

"Guys?" I started to ask. "Are either of you gonna' stay? I don't want to stay here alone…"

Nate looked at me, a slight frown on his face. "I was just about to ask the same. My parents…well…they…I'd rather not talk about it, but Mrs. Gardasia knows, so I'll be staying no matter what…"

Reena piped in. "I'll be staying, too, but seeing as boys and girls can't be in the same dorm, as well as there being a limit of two to a room, so I'll be rooming with Ritchie."

I nodded. "At least we'll have friends here. Nate, wanna' room?" The eager Zorua nodded. I did the same, and then turned to Mr. Creston, the principal. If I would be staying, I should at least listen.

After a couple more hours, Mr. Creston placed the mic on the stand and walked off-stage. Then, as if by some unseen force, every adult rose and walked over to one of the six tables, presumably filling out the needed forms. I noticed my parents, a Typhlosion and a Floatzel, nod at me, and I took that as a "Yeah…you already know," look. I jumped to my feet and headed to my locker. I still had a few classes left. When I arrived, I looked at my schedule. For some odd reason, it was different, as if someone had gone around replacing them. The first pointer was that the assembly was marked, and the second was that there was another schedule that was different, probably for the other weeks. To say the least, I felt safe knowing that my locker could be broken into at any time. Of course.

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"Let's see…Room 212, Rwint and Kayne…Room 210, Kylie and Megan…Room 208, Greth and Zachary…Room 206, Nathen and Joss…dammnit, they put me next to Greth! Of fucking course…" Greth was a Crocanaw, and he just so happened to not only be a bully, but an actual, good fighter. He wasn't one of those that picked on Pokémon weaker than himself; he could probably take down whomever he wanted. Zachary was his Mightyena friend.

I fumbled around my pockets (whatever they were…if I ever though about it, I would end up forgetting what and where they were) for my keys, and pulling them out, I unlocked the door and waltzed inside as if I owned the place. I wished. I sat on a bed and unpacked my belongings- we had an option whether or not to visit our parents on the weekends, and I opted out, so they had to bring all my stuff over.

There were two beds, decent enough size, a medium-ish size TV on a set of drawers, a mini freezer, three doors that led to two closets and a bathroom, two desks, a window that overlooked the grounds, which were merely forest, and a clock. Not too bad, but it could be better. We were lucky enough to have a TV, so I wasn't complaining.

I heard the rush of water that marked a toilet, and a few seconds later Nate walked out of the bathroom. "Oh, hey Joss. Take whichever bed you want; I haven't unpacked yet," he said upon realizing I was there. I shrugged and moved my sleeping stuff to the bed by the window. All it really consisted of was a few small pillows and a Mudkip plush, one that my parents got me when I was younger and I couldn't bear to sell. From their, I took what I had out my bag: a wallet, toothbrush and toothpaste, deodorant, not-so-light snacks, reading books, swimsuit (Although I was a fire-type, I enjoyed swimming for some odd reason. My parents ended up buying me a full-body suit so I wouldn't hurt myself), comb, soaps, and the most important section, videogames. An Xbox, a DS, DSi, Wii, wires, chargers, games, and an extension outlet. Call me a nerd, I don't care, but I couldn't go a week without these.

I placed all of the loose crap in a drawer, then I moved my attention to the Xbox and setting it up, I heard Nate say, "What's that?"

I turned to him, incredulous. "What? This?" I held up the Xbox in one paw, said object leaning precariously to the side. "You seriously don't know what this is? It's an Xbox. Plays games like any other video game system."

"Video games?" Nate walked over to me, watching me hook it up. "I've…never heard of them…my parents…well, they…uh…"

"Relax, Nate." I said, trying to keep my voice as calm and soothing as possible, not too easy at this…stage in life. My voice was always cracking, even though every one else's had stopped. "I…understand what…happened…"

"You do? How…how would you know?"

"Well, the first hint was when you mentioned Mrs. Gardasia, the guidance counselor, and the way you didn't really want to talk about them, I was guessing, but the fact that you have no idea what these things are," I held up a copy of "Halo 3", "that really told me that what I thought was right. Don't worry. You'll be safe here." I smiled, and then pooped in Halo as I set up the AV cable. "Nate, the best way for you to find out what something is is for you to try it yourself. I'll let you watch for a bit, then I'll let you play, 'kay?" He nodded.

I turned on the TV, signed in, and as it loaded, I put away the snacks, leaving two Mountain Dews. Nate was going to have a blast.

Only five minutes into the campaign and Nate was completely awestruck. He had never so much as seen a TV before, so seeing me controlling what was on the screen must have been almost scary if it wasn't so awesome. That, along with a can of nearly pure caffeine, made him start to cry. "Wait, Nate, what's wrong?"

"Nothing Joss…this is just so…so…"

"Epic?"

"Definitely."

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I handed the controls to him an hour later, telling him how to play while I finished up the light homework, all from Language. It was on the history of Kunoken, and with the textbook, it was easy enough. I glanced at the clock. 6:oo. I turned on the swivel chair to face Nate, who was messing around on some of my custom-made maps. "Nate, don't forget to do your homework, tonight. And we both have Survival class tomorrow, so you should get some extra sleep." He gave a nod of acknowledgement, and continued playing.

I decided to study up a bit more on Language, which was unheard of for me, as I had the extra time and I did miss those notes…I shrugged and read further into the book. It was…kind of fun, actually, to read about a language that was harsh and sharp, using sounds from the back of the throat, and was dropped because of so. I even started to go further than I really should've, and started to sound out some of the basic words. "Ja. Nein. Hallo. Auf Wiedersehen. Gute Nacht." (Yes. No. Hello. Goodbye. Goodnight.)

I ended up zoning out after the numerous repetitions and litany. My thoughts drifted to Reena. I wonder how she's doing…what room is she in, anyways? It was there that I ended up falling asleep.

(Warning: Lemon begins here. Continue reading at your own risk, and the lemon will end with the chapter. Will contain straight and yaoi.)

I was leaning on a tree in the middle of a large field, flowers dotting the landscape and no other trees in sight. The sky overhead was a kind, light blue, promising no rain to come. For some reason or another, I knew this was a dream, but I was going to let it play out the way it wanted to. I was just there for the ride. I looked to my right and smiled. Iris was lying down next to me, just starting to wake up from a nap. "Hm…Joss? Where…where are we?" She said, traces of drowsiness lingering in her yawning voice.

"It doesn't matter, Iris…all that matters is that we're together." With that comment, I leaned over her body and planted a kiss on her muzzle, placing a paw on the back of her head. She accepted it, and her rough, somewhat canine tongue brushed against my lips, seeking entry, allowing her to do so. Our tongues fought for supremacy, and hers was able to succeed and invade my mouth, exploring every hollow and ridge that she could find. It lasted like this for a while, her body eventually climbing on top of mine, before something wet landed on my leg.

"A little excited, there, Iris?" I said, breaking the loving kiss. She smiled.

"I could say the same for you, Joss…" her voice trailed off as she planted a kiss on my neck, sucking and nibbling on one spot in particular. I sighed, smiling, as she moved further down across my chest, pausing a moment at my groin. She looked up, I nodded, and she eagerly began.

She slowly swirled her tongue around my hardened shaft, sending ripples down my spine at the new, and strangely vivid, feeling, releasing a moan. She continued this for a moment before placing her entire mouth around it and stroked it with her tongue while bobbing her head back and forth like a crazed Meditite. I placed both of my paws behind her head and pushed her further, feeling my cock rub the back of her purring throat. I started to pant, but then stopped as she began to do something with her free paws.

"Iris! Wha-what are you doing?" I stuttered, shocked as a moist finger circled the hole at the base of my tail. "Ahhah!

"Ssh…I know you like this…" She went back to sucking me off as her finger continued to let her digit trail around my hole.

"Ir-AH!" I let out a small yell as her finger slipped in. I screwed up my eyes. "Get it out, get it out, get it out!" It hurt…but it felt…nice, in a way. "Ih…Iris…please…it hurts…"

She leaned in close to my ear. "I know when you lie, Joss…" she went back to work on my Quilava-hood.

"I…uh…" I was about to cum, and her fingering wasn't helping. Why…why was I enjoying this? "Iris…I'm…AUGH!" With a yell, I let loose in her mouth, as everything started to go blurry, and change to a much more startling scene.

My eyes flew open, and I gasped, seeing something that I would never even have guessed I would see in my life. I was still in bed, lying on my back. However, my legs were spread apart, and I could see a black face with white streaks across it, licking greedily at my member. "NATE!" The second I yelled, the black fox looked up, eyes wide, and started to shake.

"Oh, uh…Joss…I didn't know that you were awake…"His eyes averted downwards, and I tried to calm down.

"Nate…were you just…you know…"

He knew he wouldn't get away with lying. His stained face would've said otherwise. "Yeah…sorry…" He looked up, and I saw a tear roll down his face. "This…this is the only way, Joss…"

I cocked an eyebrow, my eyes still a little wide. "Wait, what do you mean- AUGH!" I was cut off as a not-too-new feeling in my rear cut off any intelligible sound. "Nate! What…what are you doing! Cut this shit!" I yelled, as I was rocked back and forth on the bed by an obviously pleasured Zorua.

"I told you…" he started, still thrusting into my rear. "This is the only way…for you to…love me…too!"

I screwed my eyes, the pain slowly becoming worse, and becoming actually pleasurable, which kinda' scared me. "Nate…I'm…not…not…ga- AUGH!" I was cut off as he thrust into a certain spot, one that sent shivers back and forth across my spine. I think it was there that I stopped struggling.

"Joss…get ready…"

I groaned (in actuality, it was more of a moan), knowing why he said that. It wasn't what I thought it really was. Along with his cock came something even larger. I had no idea what it was, but Nate was trying to force it in me. I shouted as he succeeded, the larger mass forcing me wider.

As Nate howled, something warm, wet, and sticky launched into my tailpipe, slowly filling me up. As he continued lightly thrusting, trying to release every little bit, I felt my own climax starting to hit. How is this arousing? I'm…I'm not gay! But…am I? I shook as I exploded, most of my seed landing on my chest.

I let my stiffened muscles relax, letting my legs fall to the bed and Nate collapse on top of me. As I heard him breath deeply on my chest, locked into my ass, I realized something. I enjoyed that, no matter how much I denied it. But I was right. I wasn't gay. I was bi.

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A/N- Yeah, I know, short lemon is short. This chapter is just to set everything up, so the lemon was for Joss to realize the truth. Plus I've been playing with this idea for a while. Reviews are very welcome. See you next chapter.