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In the early morning light, the students of the Happy Pichu's Boarding School for Ne'er-do-well Pokémon were awoken to the loud, ringing trumpet that was pressed to a Wigglytuff's lips. They groggily rolled out of their beds, dressed in pyjamas of varying shapes, colours, and sizes. They made their way, shuffling and grumbling, towards the showers. Every morning was the name: get up at 6am, shower, get dressed, and then begin their education for the day.

The Boarding School was founded many, many years ago by a Mismagius, who deemed some Pokémon students to be unfit for most public schools, and required great discipline in order to function well in society. With that, she had built the school on the outskirts of Lumiose City, with the aim to accept initial candidates that would reside, in residential accommodation, in the school and be taught vital education up until the age of 16.

Of course, as times changed, so did the school. It received many renovations over 50 years, and eventually became the modern school it is today. The exterior resembles the old, french-victorian mix of architecture it once bore, but the insides were renovated into sleek, modern and sensible. Their one plain classrooms, filled with sturdy wooden desks and decaying chalkboards, had been revised into comfortable seats and wide, long desks that could hold many students, as well as an interactive smart board. The once run-down canteen had been renovated into a quaint cafe, with free food for all the students, that was included in their initial boarding fee.

As the school changed, so did the students, but the initial reason for the school's very existence remained the same: to discipline unruly children, and mould them into the men and women of tomorrow. Despite what had appeared to be an unethical reason for owning the school, parents with even slightly rebelling children came in droves, demanding their children be taught proper manners and a good education. The money flowed in rather easily, and the school stayed afloat on a tidy sum without any need for government funding.

Amongst the schools facilities were the ever-expanding canteen area, where students were offered a wide variety of foods to suit their own biological needs, from volcanic rocks, to sweet berries. The school also bore various rooms dedicated to the various types of Pokémon, from swimming pools and artificial lakes, to anti-gravity chambers and wind tunnels, or even rooms resembling molten lava lakes. The Happy Pichu's Boarding School for Ne'er-do-well Pokémon, or HPB for short, was always adamant that they provided a good education as well as a strict regime to foster a more disciplined atmosphere, and for the past 50 years, it had worked flawlessly. They had been given multiple awards for their dedication.

Amongst the congregation of new arrivals to the school, who had been there for the past few months, were a trio of Evolutions. They were brothers, all of whom had grown into various different types of Pokémon that stemmed from a single evolution line. The they were Wesley, a Vaporeon, Kent, a Flareon, and Harry, a Jolteon. They were remarkably distinguishable from one-another, but were almost inseparable. They were all born at the same time, with mere seconds differing from one-another. They were all 12 years old, and were not particularly happy about being here.

All of them fostered a different atmosphere inside the Boarding School, and it was no wonder they were sent there in the first place. Their mother and father, an Eevee and a Espeon, were disappointed with their erratic behaviour for so long, and this had felt like the only option for them. It was chaos when the three of them formed a plan together: Wesley was often causing tricks and tripping people over with slippy bubbles, whilst Kent and Harry were often butting heads and causing arguments with each other due to their fiery temper, or erratic personality. It made handling them particularly difficult.

The three of them were shuffling along with the other students as they headed towards the showering blocks on the far side of the west wing. Thankfully, the School seemed to understand the insuperable bond they shared, and they were given a bed next to one-another, which somehow made them a little calmer than usual. They were all wearing the same grey pyjamas that clung loosely to their slim, anthro bodies. Wesley was the slightly taller of the trio, standing at around 5 foot and 4 inches. His other siblings were very slightly shorter, at about 1 or 2 inches each.

They wandered into the shower blocks along with the rest of the groggy students, and they all lingered around the changing benches. Each of the lockers were assigned to them, and the Eeveelution triplets had their own lockers side by side. Inside them were fresh uniforms, that had been pressed and cleaned for them and put into their lockers earlier in the morning by the Boarding School staff. The Pokémon stripped, tossing their pyjamas onto the bench and standing in the nude.

It wasn't to say that the triplets were well-endowed, but they were certainly confident about their forms. Wesley had smooth, cyan blue scaley skin all over his body, and an impressive, plump cock sitting between his legs. Even at 12, it was sizeable, though many would simply refer to it as a 'shower', rather than a 'grower'. Underneath his member was a plump set of balls, and in his groggy state, he rubbed his hand underneath them to adjust himself, groaning out of exhaustion.

"Jerk off another time," Kent snapped curtly, the Flareon brushing a hand through his mane and the collection of cream-coloured fur around his neck, before his hands ran down his red furred sides. He idly scratched just above his pelvis as his own humanoid member bounced about from the movements. He might have been confident in himself, but he didn't like to flaunt it. He shifted about on his plantigrade legs and was the first to make his way towards the showers, grabbing a spot before the multitude of others came and barged in.

"Come on, before we have to wait for a spot." Harry tucked his Vaporeon brother under the arm and dragged him over towards the showers. He stepped under a shower head and turned it on, letting the hot water run over his yellow fur and spiky white mane-collar. He ran his hands over his large ears, his digits eventually descending to wash around his stomach and junk, tucking underneath his little yellow balls.

The rest of the students were the same, cleaning and washing their various body parts. The males and females shared different shower blocks, so all the male Pokémon sat around together, flashing their crotches and chuckling amongst each other. The typical age range for students could go as low as 7 up to 18, and there was a menagerie of various ages showering at that present moment, of differing shapes and sizes.

"Ugh. We have that test today, right?" Kent groaned out in annoyance, and people around him groaned as well as some of the remembered. Even his siblings sigh in despair.

Every few months, they were given a test. For many of them, it would be their first one, but it was a strictly difficulty and thorough comprehensive test that designated which classes they went into for the entire next term. It was a daunting prospect, and the triplets were equally worried they'd be called stupid for getting bad grades. So, they had devised a plan.

Notes. They all had them stowed away and would collect them to read off the correct answers in the test. It might not be a good idea, but they were desperate. They quickly washed themselves and then made their way back to their lockers to dry off. They had approximately 15 minutes to get changed before their morning assembly, and after that was their exam.

Slowly, the boys put on their uniform. It was a mixture of black and dark blue, with a pair of black trousers and a dark blue sweater, with a white shirt underneath. A logo, in the shape of a Pokéball with trumpets sticking out the back, was emblazoned on the front of the sweater, slightly to the right. Shoes were a rare thing amongst the students due to the mixture of various feet and leg structure. The triplets made their way out into the expansive hallways that lead down towards the grand hall, with various other Pokémon in tow, and in front.

"You got the notes?" Kent whispered to his siblings, and they all nodded to each other, fumbling their hands inside their pockets. Each of them held a note with all the answers on, courtesy of Wesley and his sneaking antics. He had crept into the headmaster's office, and had copied the answers onto a piece of paper. No-one knew what they were up to, and they wanted to keep it that way.

They stepped into the grand hall, and were as surprised as ever by it's size. The ceiling was far above them, taller than anything they had ever seen. The hall itself stretched incredible far back, and chairs were set up in front of the stage for people to sit. The triplets had heard stories that, around the holiday seasons, the chairs were replaced with long, stretching tables and benches that Students sat to eat on. It reminded them vaguely of the 'Harry Patrat' series, about a young Patrat who was told he was a powerful Pokémon, and went to a school for an interesting education.

The triplets filed in alongside their other bunk-mates and eventually got their seats. Sitting next to one-another, they chatted amongst themselves as the seats around them started to fill with other Pokémon. Soon, the quiet murmuring in the hall turned into a loud din as the room filled with talking, jeering, and laughing students. The congregation quickly turned unruly as some students began running around the aisles. Slowly, someone stepped up onto stage: a short, 4 foot tall Eevee dressed in finery, a slender black suit that covered him head to toe. He hopped up onto the podium, with a step to ensure he was the right height. He smacked a wooden mallet onto the podium, and the din in the hall soon turned silent. Even the more unruly of the students quietened down.

Professor Humprhey Anderson. He was someone to be feared, and the students knew it. Half the time, he was solely the reason they kept in line. Despite his size, and evolutionary tree, he was a startling terrifying Pokémon, with an iron will, a firm hand, and a strong sense of justic. He went by the book: if you misbehaved, you were punished. Many of the students called him a sadist behind his back, and for good reason: he appeared to relish inflicting pain and discipline. He seemed to get off on it. But everyone was too scared to say anything about it.

"Settle down." His voice boomed throughout the crowd, slightly high-pitched, but authoritative. The room fell deathly quiet, with nothing but the echo of his voice. He cleared his throat and looked down at the papers in front of him.

"Students." He began, looking down at his papers before staring out over the crowd of children. "Are you are aware, it is time for the Term Orientation Test. Many of you are aware of this, but some of you might be feeling a little lost. Let me lay it out for you."

"The test will determine which classes you will attend for the next term, and likely through until the next year of your education. I trust you will answer the test questions with honour, and with every degree of certainty you can muster. The important of this test is unfathomable: make no mistake. Cheaters will be dutifully punished."

His eyes moved over the crowd slowly, and noticed a number of uneasy students, who didn't like the idea of being punished. He was certain that he deterred them from cheating. With that, he ran one with the other announcements of the day, and then polished it off with some more talk about the test itself.

"After I have finished speaking, you will rise and head straight to the gym halls, where you will be assigned your seats," He told them clearly and concisely. "That is all."

He adjusted his papers, and the room erupted into a murmuring of talking students once more. The room soon filled with the scraping of chairs as students too and began making their way out of the hall, a mish-mash of various vibrant colours covering the aisles amongst a mixture of black and grey.

The triplets walked, slowly, looking at each other and grinning widely. Their hands were stuffed firmly into their pockets, feeling to make sure their notes were still there. For any normal student, the talk in the assembly would have been enough to deter them from cheating on the test, but the Eeveelution triplets had guts, and they weren't backing down. That, and they didn't want to be pushed into the bottom classes, simply because they were incapable of getting good grades. It was better to cheat than to be judged.

They made their way to the gym hall, passing the various classrooms and heading out onto the school grounds on that humid summer afternoon. Already, students were beginning to sweat a little from the hear, and Kent pulled at his collar, releasing a little more of his mane. He had tucked it too firmly down into his collar and it had left him to create a mini-sauna inside his shirt. Harry was having a slightly better time of it, and Wesley didn't seem to mind at all. His cool scales made it easy for heat to roll off him, especially under clothes.

They walked the small stretch of path that lead down a long, winding hill to a massive building, where the indoor court lay flat on the ground. Various lines of different colours were painted into the surface of the floor to indicate various courts, be they tennis, basketball, football, or more. They often used the indoor court on cold or muddy days, and it made it easy to split the court up into badminton or other sports due to the lines. It was an all-in-one, as it were.

But today, they would be doing no such thing. As they filed up into a single line, the triplets looked over the massive expanse of the hall itself. The floor was lined with chairs and tiny desks, and on each of them was a booklet of paper and a pen, as well as a few other instruments. Harry spotted a protector, ruler, and pencil, and groaned at the mere concept of having to draw diagrams and other horrible things. They eventually reached the front of the line, and the teachers in charge ticked off their names. They were sent to their seats, and found themselves sitting one in front of the other in a line. That made it slightly easier.

They each took their seats, with Harry up front, Kent behind him, and Wesley taking up the rear. They sat hunched over their desks, with wide grins on their faces at other students too their seats. They noticed the lack of people watching them, nor were any regulations being put into effect at that very moment. Quickly, they each scooped the notes out of their pockets and slid them under the booklet before anyone saw them. They grinned to themselves. It was too easy.

Eventually, all the students took their seats, with no empty seats anywhere in the hall. The quiet murmur of chatter soon turned into pure silence as a teacher stood up at the front, holding a booklet in her hands.

"Welcome, students, to the Term Orientation Test. The test will last 2 hours, and afterwards, you may return to your dorms," She spoke clearly and confidently, and most of the students listened. "When I say begin, then you may."

There was silence for a moment as she checked the clock, and someone behind her wrote down the exact time, as well as the time that the test was due to finish in 2 hours time.

"You may begin." She eventually said, and the students turned their booklets over. The triplets were quick to turn theirs, so that no-one might see what they were writing. They inputted their names and then began.

For most students, 70% of the questions were relatively easy, or at least moderate in difficulty. They'd have no trouble solving the majority of them if they were your average student, but some of the other questions were a lot harder. This was how they would designate who was good at the work, and who wasn't, and it was the scores of the test themselves which would dictate which classes they would fall into. There were a choice of three: Lower, Middle, and Higher.

As the test went on, the triplets check the answers underneath the booklet, by sliding the note slightly down to read the answer, and then shoving it back up. They were roughly half-way through the test, and filling the questions in was a breeze: they were certain that none of them were incorrect. Wesley was grinning to himself, rather amused about the whole situation.

But Harry was clumsy. As he was checking the note for the answer, a teacher stepped in front of him. He hadn't noticed her at first, but she picked up on what he was doing rather quickly. She peeked down the line and noticed the other two, all of whom were messing with something at the bottom of their booklet.

"All three of you," She sharply spoke, loud and clear, and heads turned in her direction. "Stand up. Now."

The triplets sat there, stunned, for a moment, before they eventually got to their feet, the chairs scraping against the floor. They were silent as she scooped up their booklets and found the notes on each of their desks. They hung their heads and tried their best to look apologetic, but it wasn't working.

"Follow me. Now." She sounded stern, and incredibly furious. The triplets pouted in unison and slid out from their desks, heading down the aisle with wide eyes lingering on them, in shock, and some in laughter. Kent felt his cheeks burn with shame.

They were escorted down the hall and commanded to sit on rigid, wooden chairs that made their backs hurt and made them feel uncomfortable. They were sitting right next to the principal's office, and they knew what was in store for them. Or, at least, they had an inkling: they reckoned that the punishment would be severe. Maybe even expulsion. They got a little excited at that thought.

"This is all your fault." Kent snarled over at his brother, Harry, who looked equally as annoyed as he did.

"My fault? You wanted to cheat in the first place. You're guilty by association." Harry scoffed.

"That doesn't even make sense." Kent retorted angrily, and the two of them snarled at one-another, pressing their foreheads together. Electricity sparked from Harry's cheeks, and the air around them grew hot and humid due to Kent's temper.

"Jeez..." The Vaporeon sibling put a hand to his forehead and sighed, his finned tail swishing behind him. This was not looking good for any of them.

Suddenly, the door to the office swung open, and out stepped a Pikachu cub, slightly younger than them. His cheeks were puffy and red, and his eyes were brimming with tears. He was nursing the back of his hands, that looked bruised and red underneath his yellow fur. He let out a sniffle and scurried off down the hall, whimpering to himself as he went. The triplets all look at each other and gulped worriedly.

"You three." A head poked out from the side of the door, appearing out of the entrance-way. It was the Principal. Mr. Anderson slowly cocked his finger and the Eeveelutions slowly stood, making their way into the office.

The interior was quaint: the furniture was primarily made of ornate wood, from the carved, elegant desk that spanned a good 2 metres in length, to the plush trio of chairs that sat opposite the desk, facing towards the 'throne' that sat on the other side.

Slowly, the Eevee moved towards the desk and slowly turned, hopping up onto the desk and sitting on the edge of it. Amongst the surface of his desk was a collection of papers, along with a few small ornaments.

"So..." He began, admiring his fingers for a moment, before his cold gaze snapped up to the trio, who stood there, sullen. "Cheaters, are we?"

The triplets didn't know what to say, their arms firmly behind their backs and their gaze fixed on the floor. They knew they were in deep trouble now.

"What, not going to own up? Well, no need, anyway...we all know you did it." He held up the notes they'd had on their desks, flicking through them briefly. He read what was written on them, noting it was all the same handwriting, and identical as well.

"So one of you wrote these. Anyone want to own up?" He queried, looking at them again. They perked up briefly and looked between one-another, wide-eyed. None of them were sure: of course, they knew that Wesley had written them, but none of them wanting to say it was him. They wanted to protect one-another.

"I guess you'll all recieve the same punishment, then." The Eevee had made up his mind as he slipped off the desk, and shifted to the side. He began moving his things as the trio stared, bewildered, watching as he cleared the desk of all it's contents. Eventually, the surface was entire clear, with papers and ornaments set onto chairs or on the floor.

The Eevee stood to the side, and he gestured to the desk.

"Get over here, all three of you. Then bend over the desk."

They stood there for a moment, a little stunned. Kent was the first to move after a few seconds of worrying foreboding. He stepped towards the ornate wood and slowly bent over it, resting on his elbows.

"And you two." The Principal demanded, and they slowly obliged in a similar fashion. They moved either side of Kent and did the same thing, bending over the the desk until they were all settled, side by side, their tails curling and swishing about nervously. They glanced to each other, wondering what sort of punishment this would be.

Then, Wesley felt something toying with his hips. He stiffened immediately and angled his head back, spotting the small Eevee pressed up against his lithe figure with his hands around towards the Vaporeon's front. Wesley could feel the small Eevee's hands toying with the button on his trousers until it finally came free. With that, the trousers slipped down, revealing the deep, red boxers that the cub was wearing.

"W...What's going on?" The Vaporeon asked nervously as Kent and Harry stiffened up as well, fearing for their own safety. The Principal didn't respond as his thumbs tucked into the Vaporeon's boxers and slid them down, tucking the tail out from the designated hole in the underwear to fully reveal the cub's supple, tender rump.

Wesley's ass was about as exquisite as the Eevee could possibly imagine: a pair of firm, cyan-coloured cheeks were nestled firmly together, tense and clenched to give them a firm definition. For a moment, the Eevee pressed his hands against the doughy flesh and felt it sink under his grip, just a little. He rubbed his thumbs into the plush firmness of the cub's backside, before he eventually withdrew. The Vaporeon let out a slightly scared, shaky breath.

With that, Mr. Anderson moved onto his next victim: the Flareon. Kent tensed immediately when he saw the Eevee draw closer, and he felt those same greedy, perverted hands running over his hips and around to his front. Clearly the Eevee had other ideas in mind: he missed the button of the trousers completely at first, groping along Kent's bulge and stroking his small member, before his fingers ran up and he swiftly undid the button. The trousers slid down along with the clingy, navy blue boxers underneath, revealing the fluffy, furred rump beneath.

Mr. Anderson's hands squeezed against the jiggly behind and spread the cheeks apart as he admired Kent's spasming, tensing pucker, watching the way it clenched and unclenched from the slightly painful spreading. He stroked his hands up to the base of the tail, before his finger slipped down, right between the crack and across the pucker, as if teasing for what was to come.

He stepped away for a moment and groped himself, and the trio got an eyeful of a rather bulging package situated between the Eevee's legs. The Principal let out a sigh of bliss, his eyes closed, before he moved onto the final one of the three. His hands reached up and he quickly unbuttoned the trousers, growing impatient. He slowly slipped them down and effortlessly revealed Harry's own yellow-furred behind. He wasn't as impressive as the rest: his ass hadn't yet grown in, leaving it a little flat in comparison to his other siblings.

"Looks like you didn't get all the good genes, hm?" The Eevee teased as his hands groped the slightly flat ass, and Harry tensed, feeling his lower lip wobble. Kent nudged him, silent urging him to keep it together with a determined gaze.

"All lovely specimens, I have to say. It's a shame they'll be bruised." The Eevee said aloud, and the trio tensed up, their eyes wide. They knew what he was implying. Each of them quivered a little as the Eevee moved around them to his own side of the desk, in plain view of them. They dared not move. They didn't even dare to breathe.

"Pop these in your mouth," The Principal commanded, retrieving 3 pieces of hard bark, roughly the length of his hand. "And bite. Hard."

He placed each one in their mouth, and they did as they were told, their little fangs gripping down into the rough bark. The taste was horrible, but surely they were biting down on them for a reason. The Eevee moved around him, gently stroking their behinds, as if delaying the inevitable for just a moment longer.

They heard the clink of metal and Wesley craned his head to see what was happening. He blinked slowly and gulped as he saw the smaller Pokémon taking off his belt that was slung around his waist. Wesley spotted his trousers visibly sagging as the belt was undone, before the Eevee whisked it off his body completely. He folded it in half and held it by the metal end, with the other end dangling in the air.

"Buckle up." The Eevee smirked a little and he stepped closer. The children quivered as he got closer and closer. They'd seen this before, and had heard many stories about it. But they never thought it would come to this. They were always so careful.

Wesley was the first to get it. The belt swung through the air and the leather whipped against his scaled behind, filling the air with a sharp 'crack'. The Vaporeon's back arched and his eyes scrunched shut as a wail escaped his mouth, biting down hard onto the bark. The tingling sensation that spread throughout his rump in the aftermath of the spank only made him worry for the next one.

"What? You gonna cry? You asked for this when you cheated." The Principal firmly replied, with a sadistic, happy grin on his face. He replaced the belt with his hand, delivering a sharp smack to the Vaporeon's right cheek. It left a stinging red mark and Wesley trembled from the attack, his toes curling against the floor as he tried to cope with the pain. Another smack was delivered, this time to his left, leaving both cheeks bruised, with a definitive red mark on each.

But the Eevee wasn't close to done, and the other two had to watch in horror as the Principal delivered blow after blow to their sibling. Each powerful smack of a hand or belt sent tears running down the Vaporeon's cheeks as he clamped his teeth firmly down onto the bark. Drool escaped his mouth, joining his tears as they dribbled down his chin. Each smack made him whimper and wail in pain, and soon enough, his plump cheeks were sore and bruised, a deep shade of crimson.

"Now onto the next." The Eevee made no inclination that he was slowing down as he moved towards Kent, who shuffled away a little bit.

"Trying to run?" The Eevee smirked a little. "That's extra punishment."

Kent desperately shook his head, but there was no saving him. The belt smacked against the red fur on his rump and he jolted forwards against the desk, a sharp groan escaping his mouth. He shut his eyes tight as his brow furrowed into a fierce frown, and a snarl escaped his throat as his temper bubbled to the surface.

"You're taking it like a champ. I like that." The Eevee praised him briefly, before the belt smacked against the tender skin again. Another moan sharply escaped Kent's mouth as he tightened his bite on the bark, huffing deeply through his nose. The tingling sensation spread through his rump and up his spine. Yet, beneath it all was a lingering feeling, something that made him feel...good.

The belt was replaced with a hand and firmly slapped against his backside multiple times, in quick succession. Each firm hand to his rump made his little cock twitch between his legs as he felt something stir. His moans turned a little more heated each time, and after a good number of spanks, his cheeks were flushed. A thin bead of pre-cum dripped from the tip of his foreskin and onto his underwear.

Wesley was too caught up in his own pain to care, but Harry looked over at his brother with a worried expression, noticing he was getting particularly caught up in his all. He made a muffled sound of worry, but the Flareon had no time to respond. The belt delivered a final blow to his rump, and he let out a shaky exhale, coupled with a groan. His eyes rolled up into the back of his head and tears streamed down his cheeks, matting his fur. Why did it feel so good...?

The Principal didn't seem to notice the exquisite pleasure that Kent was feeling, and moved swiftly onto his final victim, the Jolteon. His hand stroked across the yellow-furred, flat backside for a moment, before he raised the belt. It whipped through the air and smacked against Harry's backside. The Jolteon let out a sharp cry in response and his hands balled into fists on the table. He lowered his head, knees buckling into each other as his tail shot upright from the vicious assault.

"I hope you're all leaning your lesson." The Eevee warned all of them, and he heard a symphony of whimpers in response. But he didn't stop there, delivering another smack of the belt to the Jolteon's backside, making sure he received the same treatment as his brethren. He replaced the belt with his hand, smacking over and over, hearing the Jolteon's whimpers and wails of pain in response.

Harry was taking it harder than his two siblings as his whimpers turned into quiet sobs, tears streaming down his cheeks as blow after blow was sent onto his rump, leaving him bruised and sore. The firm definition of two hand prints were firmly embedded onto his rump, making it clear what he had received as punishment.

He appeared satisfied that they'd be sufficiently spanked, he admires his handiwork. He stares as the three squirming cubs, their sore rumps wriggling back and forth and bumping against one-another as their trousers and boxers hung at their knees. He could hardly contain himself as he slipped down the front of his own trousers, tugging his member free.

For a 4 foot tall Eevee, Mr. Anderson had a remarkably well-sized member. He stood at an impressive 7 inches, which was a fair portion above the standard size of most Eevees of his stature. His thick, foreskinned member pulsed in the air as he pulled the foreskin back over the glans, exposing the glistening tip and the thick bead of pre-cum that oozed from his urethra. The cubs were far too focused on managing their pain to look around and admire his junk, but that works just as well for the Principal.

Slowly, he kicked off his trousers and boxers, eventually managing to step out of them as he wandered, bottomless, over to his desk. When he rounded the furniture, the cubs finally got a look at his endowment, and their eyes widened. They'd heard stories of bad men with their penises before. This worried them immensely.

They watched, in horror, as the Principal pulled various tools from his desk, after having already set the belt down on it's surface in front of them. He set down various dildos, pointing upwards, with names on the base of them. The cubs recognized a few, and were sickened at their size. Notably, there was an astonishing, 12 inch pink-coloured dildo with an exotic shape and texture. The base of it read 'Zekrom'. There were others, of course, of similar or lesser size, going down from Zekrom, all the way to Marill and Pikachu-shaped appendages. After that, he placed down a number of bottles of lube.

"We're going to have lots of fun." The Eevee grinned sadistically as the wide-eyed cubs whimpered in fear. He grinned even wider as their response, hopping down from the seat and over to the door, making sure it was locked.

"Now, now, who's first...?" He began, looking at them all one by one as his hands ran over their sore, sensitive backsides. He paused and gauged how much they reacted, noticing that Wesley was the one who managed to keep his whimpers quiet.

"How about you?" He suggested, and the Vaporeon desperately shook his head, tears sparkling in his eyes. It was odd: they weren't restrained, but they were so submissive and fearful that they remained fixed on the spot, almost by sheer willpower. Mr. Anderson rounded the table, school a brutally shaped dildo off the table, which was marked 'Rhydon'.

"This should do nicely, hm?" He hefted the 9 inch dildo in one hand as he grabbed a bottle of lubricant in the other. Popping the cap with his thumb, he rounded the desk and plunged the tip right against the Vaporeon's backside. The finned Pokémon arched his back and grunted in discomfort as he felt cool gel being squirted in and around his rump.

The bottle was swiftly removed after a hefty squirt, and placed onto the table. His hand delved down, smearing his fingers against the tender entrance and making sure it was firmly lubricated. He didn't even both to coat the dildo as he angled it, aiming the tip against the cub's backside. Wesley, unable to take any more, spat the bark from his mouth.

"P-Please! I confess, I planned the whole thing, please do--" He began, before a sharp cry of pain escaped his mouth. The dildo had been forcibly shoved into his rump, sliding in a good number of inches and remaining firmly lodged, half-way, into the cub's backside. A searing feeling spread throughout Wesley's ass and up his spine in a numbing, shocking pain. His eyes widened and tears trickled down his face as the Eevee behind him tutted slowly.

"Did I say you could speak?" Mr. Anderson asked in the most sickening, most gentle way possible. He reached up and over, taking the bark and pressing it into the Vaporeon's mouth again. Wesley sniffled and sobbed, biting down onto the piece of bark as the Eevee returned to the dildo. He pushed firmly again, and another inch or two sunk into Wesley's backside.

The Pokémon began to squirm from the pain, his toes squirming against the floor and digging into the carpet as it stuffed further and further into him. It stung with such force that it pushed tears out of his eyes, and made his hands curl into fists. Sweat trickled down the small of his back and his cheeks flushed red from the exertion. He could feel the massive member pushing against something inside him that made him feel as it he was going to burst. He was pushing the dildo in too far, and it was too big.

Yet, somehow, it managed. The Eevee shoved just a little further, and with a sickening 'pop', the final remnants of the cock slipped into the Vaporeon's ass and snugly remained there like an enormous butt-plug. The Vaporeon squirmed and shifted, unable to get rid of the pain and discomfort. Each squirm made his muscles spasm around the dildo and he sobbed, unable to bear the feeling.

"Good boy. Took the whole thing, too. You're going great." Clearly, the Eevee was just making the entire situation worse. He reached towards the table and the belt was in his hands again moments later. The other two brothers watched in horror as he raised the belt up.

In a swift motion, it connected with the Vaporeon's backside. Wesley squealed in pain and his muscles clamped down like a vice around the dildo inside him, the lube coating his inner walls. His tail swiftly curved completely upright, exposing the entirety of his used behind and the base of the firmly embedded dildo inside him.

"That's for talking when you weren't allowed." Mr. Anderson muttered darkly, and slowly set the belt down here. He stroked across the sore, scaled backside, firmly pushing against the base of the dildo a little bit, just to make Wesley squirm. His hand slowly reached around and down, and he curled his fingers around the Pokémon's flaccid appendage. He tugged the foreskin over the 12 year old glans and smeared a finger against Wesley's urethra. He could feel the thin film of pre-cum against his digit, and smirked, satisfied.

"Good." He remarked absently as Wesley squirmed and wriggled under his touch, before he eventually pulled away. The Eevee reached for another dildo, one labelled 'Salamance', and he scooped it up in one hand as he paused to deliberate over who might get the joy of taking it up the ass.

He eventually decided, apparently, moving swiftly around the desk and scooping up the bottle on the way. This dildo was slightly bigger, ranging at around 10 to 11 inches in length, but retained a similar girth compared to the Rhydon counterpart. He gripped the lube within his grasp, holding it up as he stopped beside the Jolteon.

"Fancy this?" The Eevee suggested with a menacing grin, and Harry quickly shook his head in response. "Oh well. You're getting it anyway."

The bottle was shoved up against his rear in similar fashion to his brother, and Harry felt the cool squirt of lube inside his rump, making him shudder a little from the sensation. He tensed up immediately when he felt the bottle pop back from his pucker, but there was no stopping it. He could feel the cool silicon of the dildo against his backside and a whimper escaped his throat. A hand reached over to him and squeezed it encouragingly. Kent was looking at him with a determined expression, encouraging him to get through this. In response, the Jolteon weakly nodded.

He tensed and his breath hitched in his throat as he felt his pucker spread open and envelope around the tip of the silicon appendage. He quivered and shuddered, his underage muscles squeezing down firmly against the coolness of the dildo, but he was unable to force such a large appendage out of his system, not with Mr. Anderson pushing from the other side. He felt the force against him again, and before he knew it, the dildo was sinking deeper and deeper into him.

It was always half-way into his body, and his breathing was heavy. He felt that same, familiar sensation of being full as the fake member shoved and wriggled deeper and deeper. He squirmed, beginning to drool a little. The pain was intense, and it made his cheeks flush, but he could feel a sickly pleasure emanating throughout his system that made his cock pulse into life. His little member, flaccid and initially unresponsive, suddenly pulsed into life and settled on a half-chub. His ass clenched and unclenched, and he breathed heavily, overwhelmed with senses.

Every so often, he let out grunts of discomfort, and eventually, the dildo wasn't going any further in. The base of the member, bulbous and knotted, was firmly stuck against the Jolteon's side and refused to embed any deeper. The Principal let out a grunt of annoyance, attempting to to his best, but to no avail.

"You win this round." He snarled to Harry, who simply whimpered fearfully in response. He felt a hand diving under his stomach and groping at his member, and instinctively, his hips bucked against the hand. His cock twitched in the small Eevee's grip, a bead of pre-cum trickling from his foreskin.

"...Though I have to admit, that is impressive." Mr. Anderson smirked a little as he pulled his head back, and Harry rested his head down on the desk, panting harshly. Only one was left, and Kent was looking decidedly nervous as he eyes up the dildos remaining.

"Oh, don't worry," The Eevee smirked as he pulled up a small stool, setting it behind the Flareon as he grabbed the lubricant. "You're getting something much better. My dick."

Kent's eyes widened as the mere prospect of being used and abused by his principal, and he shifted a little, sitting a bit more upright. A hand went onto his back, and the Eevee shoved him back down, pressing his head on the desk. The little Principal was a lot stronger than he looked.

Kent felt something cool against his backside, and knew immediately what it was. He closed his eyes and shivered from the cold feeling of the wet, cold lube spurting against hit hot insides. He felt the cold much more than others, and it showed in how much he shuddered from the sensation.

The bottle moved from his rump, and in it's place, he felt something warm and thick sliding between his sore cheeks. He whimpered gently, the contrast in heat making him quiver a little as he felt the warm appendage slide down and press against his young, virgin asshole. He tensed as he felt it plush, and heard the Eevee's groans of delight as the cock slid further and further. The shorter Pokémon hunched over a little, putting his hands on the Flareon's back as he pushed deeper and deeper into him, until finally, the muscles in Kent's ass gave away and the head of the Eevee's cock popped into his ass.

Mr. Anderson was thick, and the sudden pain that Kent felt in his system was shockingly excruciating. A sharp exhale erupted from his throat as he groaned from pain, biting down on the bark and digging his fingers into the table. He knew exactly how his brothers were feeling, and his muscles spasmed and squeezed, struggling to accommodate the intrusion that sunk deep into him. The velvety soft inner lining of his ass, along with the clenching, squeezing muscles made the Eevee above the cub groan in pure ecstasy. The Principal was having the time of his life, and he never wanted it to end.

After a moment of adjustment and thrusting, Mr. Anderson became firmly embedded, in the most intimate way possible, inside the student below him. Kent grunted and tensed, frowning tremendously as he created grooves in the bark with his teeth from the fierce biting he was putting down onto the bark. He felt the Eevee slide back an inch, before the cock thrust into him again, and he grunted in response. He felt the pulsing member shoving against something inside him that made his cheeks redden. It was such an odd feeling. One that he enjoyed, certainly, but one that he felt he shouldn't enjoy.

"Such a tight little ass on you, kid." The Eevee grinned through his compliment as his cock slid back. He began in as a slow rhythm of raw, powerful thrusting, where he pulled the whole of his length back and thrust into him, making the Flareon squirm and groan from pain and discomfort as tears began to trickle down his cheek. He looked to his brothers, both of whom were sobbing and sniffling from the pain in their sore rumps. He felt their pain, and empathized with them.

The thrusting soon began to speed up, but he pulled back just as far each time. Yet, he thrust rougher each time, making the vigourous pounding turn more and more brutal, forcing the Flareon and cry out in pain with each thrust. He huffed and snarled from the exertion of having to manage the pain. Whilst he was struggling, the Eevee was having the time of his life, his cock sliding back and forth, coated in lube and pre-cum as his balls smacked firmly into the cub's backside.

"You like that, huh? Nice ass, nice fuck." A hand came up, and the Eevee dealt a swift smack to the Flareon's backside as he fucked him. Another cry erupted from the cub's mouth as he scrunched his eyes up with pain, his muscles spasming and clamping down around the cock. The very sensation brought a groan to the Principal's lips as he did it again, smacking the ass periodically, over and over, as he humped down into the young boy.

Soon, the slaps were leaving a horrible mark in the Flareon's backside, and his tears were free-flowing down his cheeks. He tensed and choked out a cry of pain with each smack, which forced his muscles down and another groan from the Principal's throat. The thrusting soon became irregular and desperate, and the spankings more and more frequent.

"You'll get your reward soon, for being such a good boy." The Principal huffed out as his thrusting changed direction. He began to plough deep into Kent, with short, animalistic bursts of a few inches in quick succession. He switched hands, slapping the other cheek with as much gusto as the first, causing the freshly sharp pain to force Kent's muscles to spasm. Kent was muffling words of desperation, begging the Principal to stop as tears rolled down his cheeks, matting his fur and dribbling off his chin.

"Here it comes...!" The Eevee groaned, and for a moment, the spanking's stopped. The Pokémon brought his full strength down onto the Flareon in a few powerful, short thrusts of pure carnal bliss. Suddenly, the Eevee climaxed: thick globules of cum spurted from his cock in ropes of slick, delicious seed that squirted down into Kent's rump, reaching places he never through possible. Once one rope was ejected, another followed, as potent as the last. He pumped and spurted load after load, emptying his needy balls into the cub without any consequence or through for the boy's well-being.

Kent's face grew hot and flushed from the powerful breeding, feeling the warmth inside his very soul that made his entire body tingle and his little cock twitch between his teeth. He huffed and whined as the Eevee pumped and thrust down into him a few more times, before he slowly, eventually, pulled back, satisfied.

"Mmh. Atta boy." He delivered a firm slap to the Flareon's backside, though it wasn't as strong as the others. Still, Kent tensed up and flinched from the touch, expecting something much more powerful. He heard the Pokémon moving around behind him, and craned his neck around.

He watched as the Eevee dug his fingers into the dildo embedded in the Joleton's backside, and pulled. The dildo slid out from the cub's rump and down onto the floor with ease, coating in sticky fluid that clung between Harry's legs. The Jolteon's legs wobbled as he struggled to stand, his hole gaping from the large insertion, the ring red and raw.

Then, the Eevee moved and did the same to the Vaporeon, popping the dildo from his used backside. Wesley practically collapsed, falling onto his knees with the gaping asshole pressing down onto the carpet, raw and used. He whimpered and sobbed on the floor and kent struggled to move to give him a hand. The Principal cared not for their well-being as he removed the bark from each of their mouths, setting them in the draw.

"Let this be a lesson to all three of you:" He stared at them coldly, without a single care for them. "Don't cheat on a test. You will re-take it, without notes, tomorrow morning, first thing. You will report here at 9am."

The Eevee moved around and retrieved his implements, putting the back in the drawer and shutting it. He sat back in his side, without his pants, and stared at their wide-eyed, shocked faces. Was he not going to help them?

"What are you staring at? You're free to go." He waved a hand in dismissal and retrieved his papers, beginning to sign documents and write letters as if nothing ever happened. For a minute or two, the Pokémon cubs stood there, stunned, before they slowly began to pull their boxers and trousers up. They eventually managed, and zipped them back up. They each limped, helping one-another, as they left the office.

They were shocked to find it had been 2 hours already. Slowly, they made their way back to the dorm rooms, hoping no-one might find them used and abused like this. They weren't sure if anyone would speak to them.

"I need a shower." Wesley mumbled, quivering. "I need to wash his..."

"I know. We all do." Kent reminded them. "Come on. Let's go get cleaned up."

They walked down the hall slowly, propping each other up with an arm. One thing was for sure: they'd never cheat again.