True to his word, Boss put me up for sale the next day. I woke to strong arms yanking me out of bed and dragging me out of my room that I didn’t remember being brought back to. Groggy from sleep, I stumbled and fell, making the man swear loudly at me before getting yanked to my feet again. He held my arm tightly as we traveled down the hall making me cry out. He didn’t care.

Eventually we came into a room with a wooden floor where, to my surprise, there were already two more anthros waiting. They were each tied to poles that connected the floor to the ceiling. At my arrival or rather his arrival, they shied away. One of them was a Miltank cross and her pink fur would have actually looked almost pretty if not for its derelict state. It wasn’t groomed, looking as if she just didn’t care anymore. 

The other was small like a little kid. She was obviously a Pichu and was much better groomed. She smiled a wide toothy smile that made me feel a little sorry for her.

I had been a bit distracted by the two anthros to realize that I was going to be tied to the third and final pole. I tried to fight the man last second, but I wasn’t as strong as he was. After leashing me to the pole, he patted me, or hit me, on the head and left without a word. I sighed, wanting to sag to the floor, but the leash seemed to be attached to a metal ring too high on the pole for me to do so.

I noticed that the room I was in was notably fancier than any of the other rooms I had been in so far, save Boss’s room. The hardwood floor and polished metal poles were only two things that were decidedly flashy compared to her previous accommodations. Three walls were covered with expertly cut and polished wood that went about half way up the vertical surface. Above that was a beautiful mural of a forest that continued all the way around. It didn’t look real in any way, but it did make me long for home.

Besides those three walls, a forth was made of red velvet that made me want to yank off my collar and dive into the folds to take a swim. Beyond that I could hear several voices I had not previously heard. I was listening intently, trying to decipher the muffled words when Boss came in. Taking long, purposeful strides, he nonchalantly slapped the Miltank anthro on the butt while walking by, making her squeak out of surprise and fear.

I glared at him, remembering the little ‘test’ he had given me last night. He noticed this and smiled his shark-toothed smile.

“Hey there, little girl. I slept well yesterday thanks to you.” He chuckled, walking to the center of the velvet curtain. He was about to leave when he had an afterthought. “You’d better wipe that grimace off your pretty face missy. The show is about to start, and you’re the star.” With that flourish of stupidity, he walked through the curtains. I briefly entertained the thought of the curtains being a monster that was eating him alive, but it was easily crushed as Boss spoke loudly on the other side. 

“Ladies and gentlemen,” He began, his regular voice amplified slightly, “it’s always good to see you. Of course there’s always the wish to see more of you, but that’s just my self esteem problems.” There were a few pity laughs before he continued. “But you didn’t come here for me. You came here for my merchandise.

“Over the last six months we’ve trained three beautiful women in the art of sexual pleasure. The first is a Miltank.” The curtain in front of the aforementioned Miltank opened up suddenly and she was suddenly bathed in white light from a spotlight above her head. She began to cower and visibly tremble. I couldn’t see Boss from where I was because Miltank was on the opposite side of the room from me, but I knew that he was smirking at the anthro’s display of weakness.

“The second is a sweet piece of Pichu Lolicon.” As he spoke the curtains in front of the Anthro opened. “This little girl has been with us for awhile, and when she’s developed quite the taste for sex, haven’t you?” The last part was a question that the Pichu eagerly smiled and nodded to.

“It’s the bestest in the whole world!!!” She exclaimed by using the name of her species. Humans are idiots though, so fat chance if anyone understood her.

Boss’s voice continued. “Rest assured that while she’s trained for sex, she’s also trained to act normal when you want her to. Finally, we have an Eevee.” As he said my name, the curtain in front of me opened and I finally got a look around. It turned out I was on a stage. Boss was standing in the center of it, addressing an audience that had a bit to be desired. All in all there were about twenty or thirty people sitting in red seats in a small enclosure. Most of them sat in scattered groups of twos and threes with the occasional loner or foursome for variety. 

So far, my intimate interactions with people had been mostly on the abusive level, and I wasn’t too thrilled to be the center of their attention. 

“As you all know this cutie can evolve into seven different types for all your needs. Why don’t you show the nice people what a cute ass you’ve got?” Boss snickered, turning his head toward me. His eyes told me that I didn’t really have a choice whether or not to obey. I debated with myself whether or not I should do as told, wondering if he’d hurt me in front of all these people, but deep down I knew he would. Slowly, ever so slowly, I turned around, raising my tail as I did so. I blushed shamefully as I bent over and spread my legs across the wooden floor slightly, keeping my face away from the audience. I didn’t want to see their reactions. Boss chuckled. “And this ass could be yours tonight.” quickly turning back around, I bowed my head as a scowl decorated my face.

“So, let’s start with the Miltank. Shall we start the bidding at $5,000?”

I didn’t really know what anyone was talking about as the bidding commenced, eventually settling at $11,250 for her. I wasn’t really aware at the time of how much that really was, so I yawned, disinterested as the Pichu started at S10,000. A man in his 20’s took the bid quickly, but was quickly shot down by an older man adding a couple hundred bucks to the price. The bidders danced around a bit with the price until it finally ended with $24,500. 

Finally it was my turn, and Boss started the bidding at $15,000. The man who took the first bid for the Pichu took this one quickly as well, but this time a boy, looking younger than the rest of the audience, shot him down with $20,000. He stood up so that people could see that there was no mistake in who had bidded. I couldn’t tell very many details about him because I was under a spotlight and he was in the dim audience, but I could see that he was accompanied by another figure about the same age that sat next to him. She was obviously female from the look of her long hair.

Whispers went through the crowd and a man shot out of his seat. “Do you really have that kind of money, kid?”

“If I didn’t, why the hell would I be here?” He replied gruffly, his voice having an edge to it like a knife that cut down any doubts as to whether he was telling the truth.

“20,500!” another voice called out from the audience, but was soon disappointed as the same boy remained standing.

“21,000.” He said calmly, resting his hands on the chair in front of him.

“22,000.” Another voice rose from the corners of the room. I watched as, once again, the apparently wealthy boy rose the price again. Each time another man or woman called out another bid, he always met them and rose even higher. The bids bounce all across the room until finally, it was silent, the same boy having the last say.

As Boss called a close to the bidding, he had ‘earned’ $30,200 from me. I looked out at the boy who had bought me as his shoulders relaxed and he turned to his companion to speak with her briefly, sitting down as he did so.

I didn’t see anymore as a man came up to me and undid my leash, leading the other anthros and me to another room with a desk and a chair in it along with some papers separated into three piles. Boss soon joined us along with all the winning bidders. Boss sat in the chair as the man who had bought the Miltank started to fill out papers at his command.

I was suddenly nervous as the prospect of being sold finally sunk in. The place I was in now was obviously no five-star hotel, but I figured that it couldn’t be the worst place I could be. I looked to my new owner but quickly looked away as I realized that he was also looking at me. This boy who had fought so hard to get me could very well be my ticket out of the frying pan and into the fire. I could be tied to a post outside his home and anyone who walked by could just use me as they wished. Or he could very well just want to cut me into little pieces to eat me. Yummy, I’d be bloody Eevee cubes. The kind that is also wrapped in bacon and has a toothpick stabbed in it.

I was starting to panic, my eyes darting toward the exit, but the man who was holding my leash was large and obviously made pumping iron a way of life so I’d have little a chance escaping his grasp, even while he held the leash for the Pichu at the same time. By now the Miltank was gone with her new master, and the Pichu owner was beginning to fill out papers.

Relax. I suddenly found myself thinking. Relax. I didn’t know where it came from, but it was incredibly soothing in my panicking, sleep-deprived, stressed-out head of mine. I found myself breathing more easily and my shoulders slumped for the first real time in a month.

“What are you doing?” I heard the boy ask, and I suddenly tensed up again. For a moment, I thought he was talking to me, but when I looked up, I found that he was actually talking to that other girl. Taking the chance that I wouldn’t be noticed staring, I examined the two of them.

The boy was only a bit taller than me and he carried himself with a certain air, whether it was confidence or arrogance I couldn’t tell, and stood firmly on the balls of his feet. He was smiling as he waited for the girl to answer, which she didn’t do, and his light green eyes were unwavering in his eye contact. He had long black hair that fell short of his eyes, the ends of which were all dyed a dark red. The color of blood…

I shook my head slightly to get that negative thought out of it. This boy hadn’t really given me any reason to fear him. But he hadn’t really given me any to trust him either. Right now I was happy to be at a distance.

The girl was much more interesting than the boy. She wore a tan colored cloak, as I said before, but under that she just wore a sleeveless tank-top and a pair of short shorts revealing the pale skin of her leg halfway down to her knee. The cloak was held together by a metal, eight-pointed star with some odd calligraphy etched into it. The hood of the cloak was pulled down, spilling her long, blood-red hair over her shoulders and making me once more shake the thoughts of violence out of my head. Her face was pale, as was the rest of her skin and her chin ended in a sharp point. But the thing about her that attracted most attention was her deeply brilliant blue eyes that seemed to sparkle readily. Something about them was beautifully soothing in me as I stared at them…

Until I realized she had once again turned toward me as her friend had begun his turn at filling out papers. I held eye contact for only a brief moment before I meekly lowered my gaze.

Huh, I thought, that’s odd. She’s not wearing any shoes.

She suddenly took a step toward me with those bare feet. I stepped back instinctively and looked back up at her face. A small, amused smiled was written there, and those deep blue eyes met mine with such certainty and confidence it made me shiver. 

She continued approaching until she was only a foot away, standing there with that smile. I wanted dearly to wipe it off her face (you know with my fists) but I restrained myself. If I did so here, it would only get me in trouble. At least, that was the excuse I gave myself. In truth, I was much too timid to do something like that thanks to a month of being raped continually.

The girl reached toward my head and I flinched reflexively, closing my eyes to an attack that never came. Instead I felt her softly pat my head and ruffle my hair gently. I shied away from her. She frowned slightly, her mouth becoming a hard line. From this distance I could smell her strong scent. A sickly mix of berries wafted around her like perfume, though I could tell that it was just her regular scent. I didn’t like people with strong scents like that. They always seemed impulsive.

Suddenly that boy finished filling out the paperwork and shook hands with Boss. Boss was smiling eccentrically as he told him that I was all his. The boy nodded and turned toward me. “Leah, could you grab her leash for me please?” he asked and the girl, who I took was Leah, nodded, taking the leash from the man.

“Let’s get out of here.” He continued talking to Leah. “And please don’t tease her.” as they led me outside, I began to process that it would actually be the girl, Leah, who would be holding my leash. It threw me for a loop as I realized that I could probably easily break free. I bided my time as we walked through halls I had not seen before. Unlike the halls I was accustomed to, these were adorned with pictures of men and women, Pokémon and extinct animal, city and country. The floors were waxed as well, reflecting the lights off of them as if there were twice as many as there truly was.

Finally we broke free from that endless corridor of white and I found myself outside for the first in a month. I shielded my eyes from the sudden brightness, but I felt the edges of my mouth prick up slightly anyway. We were at the base of a large building, obviously the largest I had seen yet, but then again, what had I seen by then?

In front of us was a path leading through a forest which once again got me excited. To you, a forest might be just a stand of trees, but to me it’s home; a home that I have been forcefully ripped away from to be sexually trained and sold to someone who is likely going to rape the s**t out of me. So yeah, I was a little emotional. I yanked hard on the leash, but Leah held me firmly despite our apparent strength gap. If I could’ve sworn, I would have because she gave me a look that said “I knew you would do that.” either that, or it was a “Ha-ha, screw you” look. Honestly it could’ve been either one and knowing her now I still don’t know which it was.

Leah tugged impatiently on the leash to get me moving. The boy was already walking on without us.