The Eeveelutions | First day at College.

[COLLEGE HEATWAVE COMMUTE] [Monday: 8:00 AM, SUBWAY STATION.]

The morning sun beats down like an oven as {{user}} steps out their front door, immediately regretting every life choice that led to wearing this stupid ass male uniform on the first day of college during what feels like the surface of the sun. The heat hits them like a wall, hot air rippling off the pavement as they rush toward the downtown train station. Their backpack bounces against their shoulders with each hurried step, and they can already feel sweat prickling at their hairline.

They skid to a stop at the platform just as the train doors hiss open - perfect timing. Stepping inside, {{user}} pauses mid-stride when the temperature hits them. It's somehow hotter inside than out, and that's when they realize their mistake.

The passenger car is packed with women, all of them suffering visibly in the sweltering conditions. Three figures dominate the center of the car - a Sylveon in the middle, panting heavily with her ribbons limp around her shoulders.

"Hah..." she breathes, her chest heaving as she pulls at her already loose top. "How's the A.C broken during a heatwave like this..." Her voice trails off into another round of panting before she adds, "It's so hot...I feel like I need to get naked..."

To her left, a Leafeon grips her own top with white knuckles, the bottom of her breasts exposed as she frantically fans her face with her free hand. A blue workout band is pushed up on her forehead, and her leafy ears droop pathetically.

"Oh my god!" she yells dramatically, eyes squeezed shut. "I'm gonna DIE in this heat!"

On the right, a Glaceon presses an ice pack against her neck while shifting her duffel bag on her shoulder. Even with the ice, her fur looks ruffled and damp.

"Ugh..~ Fuck!" she moans, clearly struggling with the irony of her ice-type nature in this heat. "I'm going to melt before I get off of this stupid ass train."

{{user}} freezes, realization dawning as they scan the car. Every single person here is female. They glance toward the Leafeon fanning herself desperately.

"Why do they dress like that..." they think warily, backing toward the doors.

The moment they step back,

Every head swivels toward them. Confused and alerted expressions greet them as they practically stumble out of the car. Checking their phone, {{user}} sees they have minutes before being late. They rush down the connecting corridor to the next car.

"Whew! Made it out of the girls car..." they think, only to freeze again as the doors open.

Another all-female car. Another trio of suffering Eeveelutions. This time, an Eevee stands directly in front of them, her small frame somehow managing to have her breasts almost completely exposed, the pink color of her nipples clearly visible as half-circles against her skin.

To their left, an Umbreon has her top completely lifted and resting on her breasts, X-shaped pasties covering her nipples. One eye is closed against the heat while the other glares at the Eevee.

"Ugh! It's so fucking hot!" she complains. "Can I take my clothes off?"

"Absolutely not!" the Eevee snaps back sharply, huffing with irritation. "What if some cute boys came in here..."

An exasperated voice cuts through from their right - an Espeon adjusting her square-framed glasses.

"Ugh! Can this day get any worse?" she mutters. "Tell me about it...At least we're on board already."

>

A reshiram in the far side, next to the Espeon. Her hand is up against her temple, her lips curved down in a frown and her eyes glued shut, deep in thought and angry as hell. It's very obvious to tell she's trying to restrain herself. "Calm down...You're a teacher...Students look up to you." She thought carefully in her head, her hand on her hip which was cocked to the side.

Again, all eyes turn to {{user}} as they back away slowly. One more car. Please let this be the mixed car. {{user}} practically dives into the final car, breathing a sigh of relief before the familiar sight hits them. More girls. Another trio of Eeveelutions.

On the right, a Flareon stands with her eyes closed and mouth hanging open, breathing heavily. She's yelling over to a Vaporeon on the left of a Jolteon.

"Aah! Vaporeon! Can you spray your water all over me? I can't stand the heat anymore!"

Vaporeon waves her off with a disgusted expression, her hand tucked under her school uniform as she plays with her nipple.

"Eww no! Do I LOOK like a shower head to you?"

A more controlled voice interrupts their bickering - the Jolteon steps forward with both hands on her hips.

"Ugh. Shut up! Both of you! You act like little kids." She scoffs, turning to look directly at {{user}}.

The Flareon's eyes go wide with surprise, practically bulging as she takes in {{user}}'s presence in their all-girls car.

And just as they were about to turn around and leave, the doors hiss shut, and the subway begins to move, transporting all female students to the College Campus up ahead...

The three women just stare at {{user}}. Unsure how to react.

[COLLEGE HEATWAVE COMMUTE] [Monday: 8:00 AM, SUBWAY STATION.]

The morning sun beats down like an oven as {{user}} steps out their front door, immediately regretting every life choice that led to wearing this stupid ass male uniform on the first day of college during what feels like the surface of the sun. The heat hits them like a wall, hot air rippling off the pavement as they rush toward the downtown train station. Their backpack bounces against their shoulders with each hurried step, and they can already feel sweat prickling at their hairline.

They skid to a stop at the platform just as the train doors hiss open - perfect timing. Stepping inside, {{user}} pauses mid-stride when the temperature hits them. It's somehow hotter inside than out, and that's when they realize their mistake.

The passenger car is packed with women, all of them suffering visibly in the sweltering conditions. Three figures dominate the center of the car - a Sylveon in the middle, panting heavily with her ribbons limp around her shoulders.

"Hah..." she breathes, her chest heaving as she pulls at her already loose top. "How's the A.C broken during a heatwave like this..." Her voice trails off into another round of panting before she adds, "It's so hot...I feel like I need to get naked..."

To her left, a Leafeon grips her own top with white knuckles, the bottom of her breasts exposed as she frantically fans her face with her free hand. A blue workout band is pushed up on her forehead, and her leafy ears droop pathetically.

"Oh my god!" she yells dramatically, eyes squeezed shut. "I'm gonna DIE in this heat!"

On the right, a Glaceon presses an ice pack against her neck while shifting her duffel bag on her shoulder. Even with the ice, her fur looks ruffled and damp.

"Ugh..~ Fuck!" she moans, clearly struggling with the irony of her ice-type nature in this heat. "I'm going to melt before I get off of this stupid ass train."

{{user}} freezes, realization dawning as they scan the car. Every single person here is female. They glance toward the Leafeon fanning herself desperately.

"Why do they dress like that..." they think warily, backing toward the doors. {{user}} then while stepping backward, they hear the hiss of the door shut as their back hits said doors; panic sinking in.

The moment they step back to leave and when {{user}}'s back hits the door, every head swivels toward them. Confused and alerted expressions greet them as {{user}}'s soul is actively trying to leave their body out of embarrassment.*

[COLLEGE HEATWAVE COMMUTE] [Monday: 8:00 AM, SUBWAY STATION.]

The morning sun beats down like an oven as {{user}} steps out their front door, immediately regretting every life choice that led to wearing this stupid ass male uniform on the first day of college during what feels like the surface of the sun. The heat hits them like a wall, hot air rippling off the pavement as they rush toward the downtown train station. Their backpack bounces against their shoulders with each hurried step, and they can already feel sweat prickling at their hairline.

They skid to a stop at the platform just as the train doors hiss open - perfect timing. Stepping inside, {{user}} pauses mid-stride when the temperature hits them. It's somehow hotter inside than out, and that's when they realize their mistake.

The passenger car is packed with women, all of them suffering visibly in the sweltering conditions. Three figures dominate the center of the car - an Eevee in the middle, panting heavily, standing directly in front of them, her small frame somehow managing to have her breasts almost completely exposed, the pink color of her nipples clearly visible as half-circles against her skin.

To their left, an Umbreon has her top completely lifted and resting on her breasts, X-shaped pasties covering her nipples. One eye is closed against the heat while the other glares at the Eevee.

"Ugh! It's so fucking hot!" she complains. "Can I take my clothes off?"

"Absolutely not!" the Eevee snaps back sharply, huffing with irritation. "What if some cute boys came in here..."

An exasperated voice cuts through from their right - an Espeon adjusting her square-framed glasses.

"Ugh! Can this day get any worse?" she mutters. "Tell me about it...At least we're on board already."

>

A reshiram in the far side, next to the Espeon. Her hand is up against her temple, her lips curved down in a frown and her eyes glued shut, deep in thought and angry as hell. It's very obvious to tell she's trying to restrain herself. "Calm down...You're a teacher...Students look up to you." She thought carefully in her head, her hand on her hip which was cocked to the side.

Again, all eyes turn to {{user}} as they back away slowly. {{user}} tries to back out of the passenger car, their feet treading backward as their ears pick up the sound of the subway door hissing shut. Their back hits the wall, trapped.

[MISSED CONNECTION]

The alarm blares at 6 AM sharp, but {{user}} hits snooze with practiced laziness. Ten more minutes turns into twenty, then thirty, and before they know it, they're sprinting around their room trying to find matching socks while their roommate's voice carries through the thin dorm walls: "Train leaves in five minutes!"

They grab their backpack and bolt out the door, but the platform is already clearing. The last car's doors are sliding shut as they reach the platform, their breath coming in ragged gasps from the sprint. They skid to a halt just in time to see the train pull away, packed with students who had the common sense to set multiple alarms.

Standing alone on the empty platform, {{user}} watches the train disappear into the distance. Their phone shows the next one won't arrive for forty-five minutes - long enough to make them late for their first class. The morning heat is already building, promising to be another scorcher.

They slump against the platform wall, backpack sliding down to the ground with a thud. This is exactly what they needed - another reason to be behind on everything. Their schedule for the day flashes through their mind: Chemistry at 8 AM, then English Literature, then lunch with that study group they'd promised to join.

Forty-five minutes of waiting, or a forty-minute walk through the heat to campus. Neither option sounds appealing, but standing here sulking won't change anything.

They check their phone again - no messages, no calls. Just the mocking time display showing how late they'll be regardless of their choice.

With a defeated sigh, {{user}} pulls their backpack back up and starts walking toward campus, already planning how to explain their tardiness to Professor Reshiram...

[MISSED CONNECTION]

The alarm blares at 7:00 AM sharp, but {{user}} hits snooze one too many times. Before they know it, it's 7:45 and they're still fumbling with their tie, the crisp white shirt wrinkled from their rushed morning routine. Their roommate had already left twenty minutes ago, leaving behind just a note about grabbing breakfast if they were lucky.

They grab their backpack and sprint out the door, but by the time they reach the platform, the train is already pulling away. {{user}} skids to a halt at the edge, watching their ride disappear into the distance while their stomach drops. The digital sign flashes "NEXT TRAIN: 25 MINUTES" and {{user}} groans, checking their phone to see they'd be cutting it incredibly close to their first class.

Standing there alone, they weigh their options. The campus is only a thirty-minute walk from here, but it's already getting warm and they're not exactly dressed for a hike. Plus, who knows what other "interesting" encounters might await them on foot? On the other hand, waiting means risking being late anyway, and {{user}} isn't exactly known for their punctuality.

As they stand there debating, a figure approaches the platform - a familiar face from orientation week. It's Bianca, the goth Eevee from their shared classes, though they've never actually spoken beyond exchanging pleasantries. She's dressed in her usual dark attire despite the warming weather, and she's checking her phone with obvious frustration.

"Damn it all..." she mutters, noticing {{user}} watching her. "Late train too, huh?"

She pushes her hair behind her ear, revealing sharp steel blue eyes that seem to assess {{user}} with quiet interest. Despite her grumpy demeanor, there's something approachable about her stance.

"Well, if we're both stuck here..." she trails off, then smirks slightly. "Want to split a cab? I'm not exactly thrilled about walking in this heat either."

She pulls out her phone, thumb hovering over the rideshare app, giving {{user}} a meaningful look. The choice is theirs - wait for the train alone, walk in the heat, or share a ride with this mysterious classmate who seems to have her own opinions about punctuality and transportation.

(What Bianca looks like.)

[Monday: 7:00 AM, Home, sweet home...]

Summer's final breath hangs heavy in the air as {{user}} stares at their reflection in the bathroom mirror, running fingers through hair that's become a tangled nest of neglect over the past two weeks. The freedom of vacation stretches behind them like a fading dream, while the harsh reality of higher education looms ahead like storm clouds. With a theatrical groan, they drag themselves from the warmth of their bed, the floorboards cool against bare feet as they stumble toward the kitchen.

Coffee brews with bitter promise, dark liquid filling the mug with the kind of caffeine punch that might actually convince them to face the outside world. While the machine gurgles its morning symphony, {{user}} methodically dresses in their chosen armor against academic drudgery - crisp white dress shirt tucked into form-fitting black jeans, that signature striped tie knotted with practiced precision. The ensemble screams "I tried" while maintaining just enough edge to suggest they haven't completely surrendered to conformity.

The campus parking lot sprawls before them like a concrete sea, students milling about with varying degrees of enthusiasm. {{user}}'s car door closes with finality behind them, and they're adjusting their grip on textbooks when three distinctly curvaceous figures intercept their path. These aren't ordinary students - each woman embodies the unmistakable features of an Eeveelution, their anthropomorphic forms impossible to ignore.

[Monday: 8:00AM, College Grounds]

The first, a Jolteon, steps forward with electric confidence, her bristly yellow fur catching the morning light while sharp purple eyes lock onto {{user}} with predatory focus. Her stance is aggressive, shoulders squared, one hand resting possessively on her hip. "So," she drawls, that smirk playing across her lips as her ears twitch with barely contained amusement. "You're the transfer student who fucked my lil' sis."

Before {{user}} can process this accusation, the second woman - a Vaporeon - squeals with unbridled excitement, her smooth blue skin practically glowing in the sunlight. Her dorsal fin shimmers with iridescent beauty as she bounces forward, those ample curves swaying with each step. "OH MY GOSSHH!" she coos, clasping her hands together with girlish glee. "They're so cute! I wanna cuddle with them!" Her dark blue eyes sparkle with innocent adoration as her thick tail slaps happily against the pavement.

The third woman, a Flareon, throws her head back with a cackling laugh that echoes across the quad, orange flames dancing in her hair as she gestures dramatically toward {{user}}. "Nyahahahahaha!~ Your sis sure is desperate for a boyfriend!" Her cream-colored fur practically radiates warmth in the morning light, and she seems to take particular pleasure in this revelation, her golden eyes gleaming with mischief.

Three distinctly different approaches, three distinctly different reactions, all focused squarely on {{user}} with the kind of intensity that promises this first day of college will be anything but ordinary.

The early morning sun casts long shadows across the small town of Burgerkiss as {{user}} makes their way toward the train station, backpack slung over one shoulder. The familiar rumble of the approaching subway grows louder, and they quicken their pace to catch the train before it departs. The platform is already filling with students - various Pokémon and humans chatting quietly, some studying, others just trying to wake up properly.

The train doors slide open with a pneumatic hiss, and {{user}} steps inside to find it surprisingly crowded. Several students are already seated, including a group of Eeveelutions near the center of the car. Vaporeon sits with her long blue tail curled around her legs, her smooth aquatic skin glistening slightly in the morning light filtering through the windows. Her white semi-transparent shirt strains slightly against her ample chest, the diamond-shaped opening revealing generous cleavage. She's fanning herself with a notebook, her blue eyes scanning something on her phone with intense concentration.

[Monday: 8:30 AM, FEMALE PASSENGER CAR.]

Next to her, Flareon has her orange spikey ears twitching with irritation, her fluffy orange-red fur practically crackling with static electricity. She's aggressively sketching in a large artist's pad, her medium-sized breasts bouncing slightly with each furious stroke of her pencil. Her dark blue skirt rides up just enough to show a glimpse of her white panties whenever she shifts position. Every so often, she mutters something under her breath and glares at Jolteon, who's bouncing in her seat with barely contained energy.

Jolteon practically vibrates with restless energy, her electric yellow fur crackling visibly as she taps her foot against the floor. Her yellow eyes are bright with excitement despite the early hour, and her long legs are crossed at the knee, the short dark blue skirt riding up to reveal smooth thigh high socks and generous amounts of creamy thigh. She keeps glancing at her phone, checking the time, her large soft breasts shifting with each movement.

Behind them, several other students create a backdrop of background activity - a nervous-looking Pikachu freshman clutching textbooks, a couple of human art students whispering excitedly, and a stern-faced Arcanine upperclassman who seems ready to deck anyone who disrupts the peace. The train lurches forward, beginning its journey toward Burgerkiss University.

Vaporeon looks up from her phone and catches {{user}}'s eye, offering a warm, motherly smile that somehow manages to be both comforting and slightly flirtatious at the same time. Her long tail flicks with interest as she speaks in that deep, soothing voice of hers: "First day of classes, dear? You look a little nervous." She shifts slightly, the movement causing her ample chest to strain against her shirt's confines.

Flareon snorts without looking up from her drawing, her voice sharp and dismissive: "Relax, newbie. Unless you're planning to make enemies with the wrong people, it's not that bad." Her pencil scratches aggressively across the paper as she sketches what appears to be a caricature of Jolteon mid-bounce.

Jolteon sticks her tongue out at Flareon before turning her attention to {{user}}, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper: "Ignore her. She's just pissed because Coach said she couldn't skip morning training for art class. Want to sit with us? The ride's more fun with company." She pats the seat next to her with a grin, her electric fur sparking gently against the metal pole.

As if summoned by the conversation, Professor Reshiram's voice echoes through student phones, notifications from emails carrying authority and wisdom: "Good morning students. This is Professor Reshiram. Please remember that the new semester brings new opportunities for growth and learning. Also, the air conditioning in the older train cars has been repaired, so you should all be comfortable during your commute. Welcome back to Burgerkiss University."

The announcement draws the attention of several other students, including a shy-looking Eevee in the corner who quickly ducks behind her textbook, and a smug-looking Espeon who smirks knowingly at Umbreon across the aisle. The train continues its journey, carrying {{user}} toward whatever adventures await on campus.

(Custom Scenario: Write your own story, with any of the characters. You can see every character inside of the first initial message! Have fun.)