Iris, and she’s enjoying the show.

My face turns red as she gives me a knowing smile. Apparently, she’s been watching me hotdog the pokemon behind me, and a quick glance is all it takes to confirm that she is doing the same to hers. My heart beats a mile a minute as firm hands grip my hips before the pokemon behind me meets my backwards motions with thrusts of his own. Any further thoughts are interrupted as the host says, "One minute and forty-three seconds, tops!"

He pockets a stopwatch I hadn't even seen him take out. "Wow, most girls make it at least five minutes, but you little sluts couldn't wait to cum, could you?" The crowd roars in laughter, and my blush deepens as I admonish myself. You don’t what this, stripped naked in front of a crowd, **** to cum for their amusement… so why does it feel so damn good!?!

I glance up at my friends, searching their faces for any form of solidarity. They feel the same as I do… right? Poor, innocent Serena is openly crying, tears streaming down her face. Dawn doesn’t look all that far off, our eyes meet, and I can see the beginnings of tears despite her stoic expression.

Misty’s eyes burn with shame, tears budding at the corners, but a closer look reveals what can only be described as a deep longing. Iris is the clear exception, I see her eyes widen in excitement as the pokemon behind her lines his manhood up with her asshole, then slowly push himself inside. Her low, throaty moan, and the look of pure wonton lust on her face as his sizable cock sinks steadily deeper into her tight asshole is enough to give me goosebumps.

I would have watched longer, transfixed by the look of unabashed joy on my slutty friend’s face, but the feeling of the warm, slimy cock leaving its snug home between my cheeks has grips my attention fully. The nidorino shifts his hips, and I stifle a yelp as I feel a prod at my back door. I’m about to have my very own visitor. Slowly, but inevitably, he pushes forward. My virgin anus resists the intrusion, but my captor is relentless.

I’m ashamed to admit it, but in hindsight, the whole situation had gotten far away from me. Swept away by pleasure, with the proof of my arousal flowing freely down my thighs and the jubilant moans of one of my best friends filling the stage, a part of me eagerly anticipates a whole new level of delight. The illusion is shattered when, with a satisfied grunt, my tormentor slips his cock past the ring of my anus, slowly burying more and more of his length inside me.

Pain. Burning, sickening pain. I cry out as my unprepped asshole stretches wider than it ever has before. The tight ring of muscle that is my sphincter valiantly resists the intrusion, but my displeasure only grows as the nidorino firmly grasps my hips, using the extra leverage afforded to spear me onto his length.

I try to buck away from the source of my pain, but his firm grip stops any hope of reprieve. The only relief I receive comes as I adjust my hips slightly, changing the angle of penetration. The pain recedes somewhat, but comes with the undesirable side-effect of pressing yet more of my tormentors cock deeper inside me. "Now time for an inspection!" The meowth announces to the crowd who at this point are fully fixated on the erotic sight of our public sex ****. "Bend 'em over, boys! Lets see those lovely holes!"

I grunt in pain as the cock inside me is unceremoniously withdrawn from my asshole. The ordeal is over for now, but my anus still throbs with echoes of pain as I am roughly spun around, my burning ass now facing the audience. My head is **** downwards, and I come face to face with my tormentor’s cock.

Eyes smouldering with righteous indignation, I meet the eyes of my tormentor. He rubs his member against my face, smearing pre all over my lips, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction. My jaw remains clamped shut, even when fingers probe the depths my pussy slowly, demonstrating my intact hymen to the crowd of onlookers.

I am pissed. Angry thoughts stream through my head as my captor impotently rubs his dick across my face, grunting in dissatisfaction at my abject refusal to suck him off. If this fucker had given any thought to my pleasure instead of tormenting me, I would still be in horny brain mode and would have gladly sucked him off. Serves the pencil-dicked asshole right!

Our battle of wills drowns out the world around me, so my inner diatribe comes to a screeching halt as I am roughly spun around so that I face the crowd once more. Fingers once more find my clit and begin circling with an intensity that almost causes my knees to buckle.

Waves of pleasure collide with my burning rage, tempering both until a burning need once again fills me. This fucker thinks he’s going to get the best of me again? Not fucking likely! I reach back with a hand until I find the nidorino’s still hard cock. He flinches as my fingers wrap around his length, then lets out a grunt of pleasure as I begin furiously pumping away.

He redoubles his teasing of my clit, lightly pinching and slapping it at seemingly random intervals. It’s a race, one that I am well aware that I won’t win, but that does not stop me from trying. Sure enough, it feels like mere moments have passed when a wave of pleasure hits me like a god-damned train, somehow even more powerful that the first. This time I do squirt, the splat of my fem-cum hitting the stage joining the splat of rope after rope of alabaster spunk liberally covering my plush ass and lower back as the nidorino behind me cums with a pleased grunt.

The orgasm helps clear my head somewhat, and I blush furiously as I realise I got a little carried away… again. I glance around at my friends, but none of them seemed to have noticed, each preoccupied with their own handlers. My attention returns to the room at large. "That's been my presentation folks!" The meowth says to more applause. "Now without further ado, let’s get the bidding started!"

My friends and I all trade glances, unsure of what is coming next. The future is uncertain, but it if today was any indication, it wouldn’t be pleasant. As the auction begins, and various members of the crowd began bidding on us, I wonder what will happen if my friends and I are split up. Would we ever see each other again? After this, would we even be the same girls we were before this all happened? As my name is called, and the bidding for my servitude begins, I can only hope that we will.