“Do you ever wonder how one thing led to the next? You go on one day to the next just fine, but the next your mind is full of thoughts you never thought you’d have? Yeah, that’s what I’m wondering. It...It’s a bit of a funny story...!”

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“Chiiiip, hurry up and get ready for school! You don’t wanna be late!” a feminine sounding voice called out from the other side of the door..

From the inside, all that could be heard was a groan of disgust. Thankfully…

Inside the room was a 15 year old Chespin boy. He was just like any other Chespin, though he had some unruly hair sticking out of the grassy “hood” that covered his head and a pair of glasses. He was glad though that his mom didn’t enter, or else she’d see her son in a more private moment.

“Goddamn it…” The Chespin would mutter, looking down at his groin. His white boxer-briefs were pulled down past his knees and his hand was wrapped around five inches of pink, throbbing Chespin cock. 

“I-I’LL BE OUT IN A SECOND!” the Chespin would shout out, sounding irritated as he let go of his throbbing member. Chip would let out another curse as he stared down at his boyhood, watching as it twitched in the open air.

“Goddamn it...No way I’ll be able to finish in time....I need a new alarm clock….I wouldn’t be having this problem if the stupid thing could just wake me up at the right time! Goddamn it, this is gonna be a long day...” Chip thought to himself. Normally he would be up by 7:15, but he found himself sleeping in late, leaving him little time to both masturbate and get ready for the morning. 

Chip had no choice. His urges would have to wait...A whole six hours. This was gonna be a long day, he realized. Pulling up his underpants, the Chespin would try to adjust himself, tucking his erection against his body so the waistband would keep it pressed against his body. That should do the trick. Meanwhile, as he was trying to think of thoughts that could calm himself down a bit, he was rushing to get his jeans and his green and white polo shirt on. 

Chip’s little problem still wasn’t gone, but he couldn’t waste anymore time. He just had to adjust himself and he’d be fine...ish. He just had to keep thinking less...Explicit thoughts. 

Moments later, Chip would grab his backpack, his phone, and a couple of his books. He could use that to cover himself until his erection died down. If he could just get to math class without anyone noticing his erection, he’d be good. The Chespin would adjust himself as he left his bedroom and quickly rushed downstairs to grab himself something quick to eat. He just needed a leppa berry nutri grain bar. That would hold him off until lunch. 

By 7:40, Chip was leaving through the front door. It was only about a fifteen minute walk from his house to the school grounds, and thankfully it was a nice and clear day outside. The weather was just starting to warm up also!

“Let’s see...I just gotta get to advanced geometry and I should be fine...That’s boring enough. I just gotta focus and geometry should do the trick, right?” he mumbled to himself as he walked down the sidewalk. 

As he was walking along the sidewalk, his phone suddenly began to vibrate in his pocket. His attention was grabbed immediately as he reached for his phone. 

“Hello?” the Chespin would answer.

“Dude, where the hell are you!?” a voice answered.

Chip didn’t even have to think twice before he knew who it was. What did he want now, he wondered.

“My stupid alarm clock didn’t work this morning…” Chip would mutter.

“Dude, you gotta hurry! There’s a massive food fight breaking out right now!” the voice on the other end would say, sounding rather chipper this morning.

“Goddamn it, Jax...Don’t tell me you started it.” Chip would respond, mentally facepalming.

“I did not! At least this time….” Jax would respond, though it was soon followed by loud cursing as the commotion at the school continued.

“Oooookay...Uh...Well, good luck with that...I’ll be at school soon, just please don’t-” the Chespin would say, until his friend hung up. “Aaaand he hung up...Great…”

Jax has been a long time friend of Chip’s, ever since he was eight years old. He was a Riolu who Chip developed a close bond with over the past seven years, ever since the Riolu started standing up for him in school. The two couldn’t be any more of a mismatched pair. While Chip was considered a nerd among his peers, Jax’s was more of a punkish troublemaker. While Chip dressed more conservatively, Jax often came into school in ripped clothing and jeans that hung low enough at times to expose his boxers. Jax was lazy when it came to school and Chip excelled. It seemed like a strange match, but the two couldn’t be any closer.

The rest of the trip was uneventful for Chip. Thankfully he didn’t encounter many other ‘mon along the way, though his erection still hasn’t gone down. He just had to get to geometry. He could do this! And he still had five minutes to spare!

As Chip was walking down the halls, he would try to hold his books close to his groin. He did his best to conceal that raging boner of his, but he suddenly felt a hand grab him from the shoulder.

“Where do you think you’re going?” a voice would call out to him from behind, seething with anger.

Oh fuck. Was that...Chip slowly turned his head to glance at who was there, letting out an ‘eep’ when he saw a taller Lycanroc male. Oh fuck. It’s him...The Lycanroc has to be more than a foot taller than him, and Chip was just barely over five feet tall himself. He was dressed in hoodie for the Electabuzz baseball team and a pair of jeans. His tall, bulky figure made him look rather imposing.

“Aah...G-Good morning, Mart…” the Chespin would mutter.

“Did you forget something, squirt!?” The Lycanroc would demand.

“N-No...I-I just….I was running-” the Chespin started, before he felt his body being lunged forward as he was forcibly slammed against a nearby “AGHHH! WH-WHAT THE HELL!?” Chip would shout out, feeling the cold metal pressed against his face and a sharp pain in his face. 

The Lycanroc would keep his face pressed against the cold metal locker as he seethed with rage.

“I thought we had a deal! You get me a copy your biology homework in my locker by 7:45 every Tuesday and Thursday, and I’ll lay off of you! Where the fuck is my homework!?” the Lycanroc would demand, slamming the Chespin’s face against the locker after ending each sentence. 

Chip would let out grunts of pain as his face was slammed against the locker. Fuck...He started to feel blood dripping from his nose, and he heard a crack. Oh fuck. His glasses. 

“I-I WAS JUST RUNNING LATE! I-I SWEAR IS WAS GONNA!” The Chespin cried out.

“Swearing doesn’t get me my homework! Now where is it!?” Martin demanded.

Chip knew there was no point in trying to explain himself. It was stupid to begin with, and he wasn’t going to listen anyway. He only wanted an excuse to beat up on someone this morning.  On the bright side, he could finally start to feel his erection going down, so at least that jerk of a Lycanroc was good for something.

It happened all so quickly, but suddenly the force of the Lycanroc was gone, and he could hear a loud grunt, as well as a cackle of electricity. Chip looked back, surprised to see the Lycanroc on the ground, clutching the side of his face. Wait, was that!?

“Leave him alone, you rocky bastard!” ,someone would speak up from behind the Chespin; their voice was seething with rage.

Chip looked back and saw a Riolu standing at about 5’06”. He had short black hair covering his hair that stuck out from the blue baseball cap he wore. He was dressed in a pair of ripped jeans and a black sleeveless hoodie. He stood there, seething in rage as he looked at the Lycanroc. Oh thank Arceus! It was Chip’s best friend coming to his aid.

“Oh, look! Little Chippy needs his little boyfriend to come to his rescue!” The Lycanroc taunted as he stood up. This comment seemed to make Chip blush intensely.

That comment...Boyfriend….

“You wanna go right now, cause I will GLADLY paint the floor with your blood, you son of a bitch!” The Riolu spat back as he stepped closer to the Lycanroc.

Just before the two males could throw any more punches, a teacher approached the two of them.

“Alright, break it up, you two!” a middle aged Empoleon would sternly order the two as they turned their attention to her.

That was Mrs. Yueling. She was a middle aged Empoleon who taught literature at the school, and one of Chip’s own teachers. She didn’t seem too pleased right now. She had two students ready to engage and one against the locker with a bloody nose and broken glasses. 

“HE STARTED IT!” was what came out of both the Riolu and the Lycanroc.

“I don’t care who started it. I want to know why the two of you are at each other’s throats, and why my student’s face is bloodied up.” the Empoleon would demand, gesturing to Chip.

“I-Its okay, Mrs. Yueling...I just...Can I just go to class, please?” Chip would chime in, just trying to avoid causing further trouble. 

The Empoleon would shake her head a bit. These kids. Monitoring the halls during the morning rush was going to be the death of her she swore. Breaking up fights was part of the job though.

“Not looking like that you are. You’re going straight to the infirmary.” the older Empoleon would tell Chip, pointing down the hall.

“But...I really think I-” Chip would start to speak, until he was hushed by his teacher.

“Not another word out of you. You are going to the infirmary right this instant.”Mrs. Yueling would tell the reluctant Chespin. 

While the middle aged Empoleon was speaking with her young student, she felt like a presence was fading from the vicinity. Wait...

“AND YOU TWO...You two are heading straight to the principal’s office.” the Empoleon would say. Her voice was booming, almost echoing through the hall. It certainly made Jax and Martin freeze in place and turn their attention to her. The two of them seemed like they were trying to escape her wrath.

Chip looked back as Mrs. Yueling scolded the two boys, though it kinda stung watching Jax take the heat. The Riolu always had his back in the worst of times, though he always paid the price. He often wound up in detention because of the fights he got into, in defense of Chip. Why did it hurt so much? Speaking of hurting, the Chespin would hold onto his bloodied nose, hissing through his teeth as a sharp pain radiated from his nose. Damn that Lycanroc…

Chip would start walking down the hall, headed straight for the infirmary, though he’d look back once more as Jax was being dragged off towards the principal’s office.

“When I looked back at him, I felt like I had this pit in my stomach. Was it guilt? I dunno...But it always hurt to see him getting in trouble because of me. To see my own best friend take the heat....Because of me...Stupid Mart...Jax wouldn’t be in this if it wasn’t for me getting beat up by Mart…”