The representative of a powerful woman.

Misty is up first, and the bidding is fierce. The price climbs higher and higher until finally settling on a figure. $930, that’s how much a human life is worth to these pukes. I shudder in revulsion and outrage. Less than the average person’s expenses for a single month, that’s how much my friend is worth. I wonder how much money she’ll make for her new owner.

I look over the crowd, spotting the looming figure of the snorlax that won the auction for my friend. The look in his eye is… unpleasant. I look over at my friend as she is dragged towards her new owner. Our eyes meet for the last time in our foreseeable futures. The hollow look in Misty’s eyes is almost enough to make me hurl, crowd or no.

Then it is my turn. The bidding starts the same as the last, with bids coming in from all over the room, far too fast to track. Past $500 dollars and only four people are still bidding. $750 comes and goes, and we’re down to two. To the left of the room, a tall male feraligatr raises the bid, eyeing my body like a piece of meat. If this pokemon won, it’d be less than an hour before I had a cock up my ass or lodged down my throat, I just had a feeling, probably dread. Please, not him!

I visibly perk up as someone on the other side of the room bids, I would have looked at who it was, but the feraligatr notices my reaction and levels a glare so powerful at me that all strength leaves me. If it weren’t for the quick intervention and brawny arms of the nidorino behind me, I’d have fallen flat on my face.

By the time I regain my footing, the highest bid is back in the feraligatr’s hands, at least it is until I hear a feminine voice call out “$1500.” A silence falls over the crowd as all eyes turn to a sharply dressed umbreon woman, flanked by the largest tauros man I have ever seen in my life. There’s a small cough over the sound-system, and all attention returns to the host.

You can practically see the dollar signs in the meowth’s eyes as he says, “You heard it here, folks! $1500 to the lady in the back. Can I get $1550?” A quick glance is all it takes to see an irritated looking feraligatr shaking his head for the meowth to continue. “No? in that case, this soon to be slut is going once… going twice… SOLD!”

I let out a sigh of relief, but only a small one. I may have avoided the certain **** I would have received under (probably literally) the feraligatr, but this woman is still a complete unknown. I can only wait and hope. My thoughts are a little bleak as I am gripped firmly by the arm and led backstage. The nidorino is mostly silent as he leads me through winding corridors. A quick glance over my shoulder tells me he at least has the good graces to look a little sheepish.

I am well and truly lost by the time my escort leads me through one last door and I find myself in one of the arena’s main corridors. Waiting by the door for me is the pair from earlier. My eyes are inexorably drawn to the hulking tauros. He looked big from the stage, but holy fuck! He towers over everyone present, easily two feet taller than I am, and is gazing down at me with a surprisingly neutral expression. The smart looking suit he is wearing does nothing to hide the bulging muscles under the fabric. Holy shit, that’s one hell of a pokemon. I gulp, whether it’s from nerves, or for some other reason, is hard to say.

A soft “eh-hem” catches my attention, which is drawn to the sharply dressed umbreon who now owns me. Involuntarily I gulp again, and this time there’s no mistake the source. This is a woman who screams ‘don’t fuck with me’ with every fibre of her being. Her crisp grey business clothes and skirt, the half-moon glasses perched on her nose, even the short bob-style haircut. This is a pokemon who oozes confidence.

My heart flutters and I feel slightly overwhelmed by conflicting emotions. Am I intimidated by this woman? Hell yes. Am I attracted to this woman? Also yes... I blush furiously as the stray thought wanders through my frazzled brain, and I realise that a part of me is very interested in what she looks like under the clothes. _She's a pokemon! _the thought is a feeble protest at best, and is quickly followed by, Yeah, a really, really sexy pokemon! Unbidden, my imagination helpfully supplies an image, causing my blush to deepen.

https://imgur.com/HZW3sE6

“Miss Maple?” The familiar name snaps me out of my daze. I look up at the umbreon. Her expression, like the tauros, is neutral, but I swear I see a momentary flash of amusement in her eyes. Wait, she’s asked me a question. My life is literally in this woman’s hands, showing respect is only going to help me here. In a voice that betrays the depth of my nerves, I reply, “Yes ma’am.”

She nods, seemingly satisfied. “Good, I am here on behalf of my Mistress, Madame Maggie. You may refer to me as Nox.” Nox then gestures towards the tauros, before she continues with, “And this is Marcus, assistant head of security.” I nod my head at him in what I hope is a ‘please don’t be mean to me’ manner. He nods back, a small smile on his lips. That’s a good sign… please?

“Very good. Now follow along.” Without another world, Nox turns on her heel and begins briskly strolling down the corridor away from me, shortly followed by the tauros. Wait? No escort, no manacles, handcuffs or ball and chain? No being dragged off kicking and screaming? I stand stock still, truly baffled. Today had been a roller-coaster of emotions, with plenty more down than up. I’ve been sold as a sex **** for fuck’s sake, the last thing I expected was to be left to my own devices.

By the time my mind catches up with this new turn of events, the pair are a fair distance away from me. A small part of me whispers that now would be a perfect time to run… I’m truly tempted, but something inside stops me. How far would I truly get? Surrounded by pokemon who would be more than willing to drag me back to my new owner, after extracting their pound of flesh of course.

Plus, Nox knew my Surname?! I could count on one hand the number of people I’ve told my surname to. I was sold under the name of 'pokemon trainer May', so how the hell does she know it? Did she come for me specifically? Is that why she bid so much higher? Curiosity burns within me. Should I throw my lot in with this strange pair and their mysterious Madame? They’ve already granted considerably more courtesy than any other pokemon in this shitshow of a week.

If I’m wrong about this… I **** down the rebellious thought and run to catch up with the pair. As soon as I’ve caught up, I see the umbreon nod to herself. Without turning she says, “Excellent choice.” Why do I get the distinct impression I just passed some sort of test?