Friday, July 14th, 202X



Downtown, Jigglypuffs



A furfrou girl relaxed at a podium at the front of the restaurant, plainly bored. One second, she’d be flipping through the little hostess booklet resting on it, reminding herself of any important information for the night, and the other, she’d be looking at her phone, scrolling on twitter. She reached her fingers through her

Yawning, Miles pulled himself out of bed, and stretched gently. He looked to the other side and smiled when he found it empty. The indent of his roommate’s heft remained present in the mattress. The blonde’s first instinct was to head to the kitchen to make breakfast, but the low hiss of the shower instead diverted him. Tugging his boxers down, the skinny student stepped into the bathroom, and slid past the curtain, instantly bumping against the heft of his fatherly roommate.

Miles hummed quietly as he strolled along the forest trail. Possum Springs wasn't anywhere he wanted to settle down in; but it was right along the path he was taking on his way back home, and there was no harm in taking a few days to rest in the backwater space. Practically living in his car, the blonde had decided to stretch and clear his head, and had decided to stroll through one of the numerous hiking trails that surrounded the valley the town proper was in. The sound of wildlife was calming

“Are you sure that I don’t need to do anything?” A still-bewildered Miles asked the pokemon twirling through the nearby kitchen, her breasts slapping against her tummy all the while. When he was asked to be in the company of a pokemon- one of the champion’s, even- this was not what he expected. The fact that the Lopunny was able to speak at all was perhaps the least surprising thing about her. Cynthia had enough influence and money to get that sort of brand new technology

“I’m telling you, Miles, you need to start pumping iron. I can’t always be there to eat the faces of people who feel the need to put you in your place.” A calloused purple hand slammed roughly against his hair, ruffling it lightly. The lizard didn’t even have to reach up; she was tall enough that he barely came up to her belly button. The blonde scowled and continued to shuffle his feet.


“You know I’m not one for phy

Miles gave a sheepish wave to Raymond as he made his way into the soon-to-be town, for now maintained by tents and prospective signs. The blonde human was dressed in a loose pair of shorts and a baggy top, but he may as well have been in a suit compared to the other villagers. Befitting the deserted island, Tom Nook had encouraged everyone to funnel their money into the town itself rather than buying clothes. The sentiment grew to the point that almost all of the residents had sold their clothes

Miles stumbled through the ornate doors of the MTT Hotel, groaning as he stared at his laser-burnt arms. Mettaton was no easy fight! He realized grimly that he had underestimated what he would need to do to escape the Underground. The boy whined as he slumped against the counter of the restaurant.

“You, uh… You doing alright, little buddy?” Burgerpants popped out of nowhere, cigarette between his lips. He took Miles’ disappointed silence

Miles
looked up from his paper as the whistle echoed through the station.
Twirling his sign nervously, he fidgeted as the locomotive came to a
stop, and the old timey door was pulled open. Although she'd be the
only one departing, he still felt it would be a sweet gesture. The
blonde raised his hand up to rearrange his hair after a gust of wind
seemed intent on disturbing the moment. He tried again, and again,
but it seemed that the wind had made a game of it, and knocked his
glasses off of his

    
(All characters in this story are portrayed as 18+. So treat all student characters as being seniors in high school, 18.)


The class fell silent as the door was kicked open unceremoniously. The silence hung over the class for a moment as the one responsible stood there, getting a good look over the class. It was Susie, a student that had done everything she could be be known fairly well by the whole class, for all the