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Spirit Sold

** **"Come on, folks!" said the master of ceremonies, a male Girafarig, both sides of his body dressed to the nines, complete with top hats for each of his two heads. He seemed to be using psychic power to hold two mics up, one for each head. The outfit wasn't bad, sleek and black, though with a touch too many sequins. The rear head's microphone twirled with a flourish before pointing to indicate the current, and indeed only, item up for sale tonight. A shiny Flygon, Drake, stood on the stage, illuminated by the spotlights. Clad in nothing but a pink thong, leaving the rest of his exposed body open to be seen by the gathered crowd, his unique coloring glinting in the light. "Get those bids in! This may the last chance any of you have to punch a shiny's V-card! Ride him straight into manhood!" The emcee seemed to be having fun making pointed remarks at Drake's expense, causing the Flygon's face to flush with a light shade of blue. Drake tried to look out over the crowd, to see who had gathered. It was fairly big - more than he usually had at any one of his performances. Between his anxiety, the bright lights, and the swarm of people below the stage, he couldn't make out any single individual. There was too much going on for him to process much.

The emcee's rear head looked to Drake and hissed to him "Hey, Drake, we can only do so much here. You've gotta help me sell this if you want go for any decent amount of money." before letting the front head head continue the pitch. "Come on, Drake, let's show the crowd what they're paying for!" the front said, gesturing over to the nervous-looking Flygon.

Drake closed his eyes, took a breath, then went through one of the routines from his most recent act - one of the more provocative ones. He took to the sky, gyrating his hips as he hovered above the crowd, which prompted another wave of bidding, not that he noticed much. The air seemed heavier than usual with volume of people in the room. The heat of all the bidding bodies making it harder for him to sustain height midair. He toughed it out to the best of ability, trying to focus on something else other than the difficulty of keeping airborne. The price was starting to get to a surprisingly good level, enough to settle most of his outstanding issues, even with just his half. It made a pretty good distraction, trying to focus on the bids, before he realized that, if he could coax just a few more dollars out...

He decided to sing, a very upbeat song, something to get the crowd fired up. The song he chose was one he'd written recently - he wasn't planning to use it today, but maybe the prospect of something exclusive would help to entice a few others, with it's fast and heavy tones, something heavy but pop-y, in an attempt to stir the crowd to action The emcee took the bait.

"Just listen to that voice!" The emcee's front said, waving his microphone at the performing Flygon. "Don't miss your chance to dip your stick in that liquid gold voice," said the rear head, following it up_, "or feel the experience of that silver tongue!"_ the front head added quickly, pulling double duty in their pitch. Drake positively blushed, blue adorning his face as he tried to keep his composure for his act. It was, however, harder than normal with so many audience members below actively bidding on him, rather than just watching, as well as the dead heat they were generating below. He made a misstep in the air, lost his balance and gracelessly landed on the stage, barely staying upright. For some in the crowd, this proved to be even more appealing for some reason Drake swore he would never understand.

After a short amount of time, the bidding seemed to be winding down. Drake had taken a moment to recompose himself, and had started another, more grounded act. The bidding seemed to be down to two main players - one was a somewhat deranged looking Vaporeon who seemed to be getting actively_fucked while bidding. There even seemed to be, Drake noticed, a _line. He didn't know who she was, but she was clearly some kind of dynamo with the amount of activity she had. Or, if not a dynamo, at least a village bicycle. He grew concerned that she kept bidding for this long - he didn't know if he'd be able to keep up with her, or even what she would want with him, given how much action she was currently enjoying. It looked like, if she won, he wouldn't ever do anything but live under her for the rest of his life, or worse.

The other bidder was a Leafeon, another female. She was newer to the café than the Vaporeon he assumed, since he'd never really seen her around that much - he'd only seen her a couple of times wandering the hallways. Usually, she was flanked by humans or other pokemon, rarely alone and always seeming to talk energetically. He didn't even know if she _worked_here like the Vaporeon seemed to, or if she was just present as a customer - it was sometimes hard to tell, when you've never really spoken with someone before. Still, she had been around often enough that, if she didn't work here, she was likely a regular. He was curious to what she was chattering about on the phone, but if he had to pick one of the two finalists, the Leafeon did appear to be a better choice.

But that was the one thing he couldn't do.. The only thing he could do, was appeal to the crowd. Though, by this point, the bidding had gotten high enough that only those with a reasonable amount of personal wealth could even enter.

"It seems we're coming to an end, folks." the emcee said, looking over the crowd. Attention seemed to be split between the Leafeon and the Vaporeon, almost as much as was on Drake himself. "The bidding has been intense, but I have Rain Flower going once... Going twice..." the Leafeon was on the phone, seemingly negotiating with who was on the other end. The talks seemed to be getting very desperate. Just as the emcee seemed to pronounce Rain Flower the winner, she excitedly drained another guest without even really acknowledging it, standing up in premature celebration just as the poor human fired off. The Leafeon's voice cut the crowd with a surprisingly high number. The emcee faltered for a half second as the words he was about to say evaporated in his throat and he had to change gear. "It would seem Paith isn't quite done yet!" he shouted eagerly. Rain Flower sat back down, looking a little grumpy, but otherwise, she didn't seem to care, counterbidding once more as the human still reeling on her chair made a face. He was apparently too sensitive to penetrate her again so soon.

So began another round of bidding, this more cutthroat than the last as the two parties countered each other's bids almost immediately. Subtlety was off the table now... not that it ever seemed to be on the table wherever that particular Vaporeon seemed to be as her scores of customers kept right on through. Still, the Leafeon was matching the bids without even flinching, though she did keep looking at a phone during the war. After two more songs from the Flygon - modest acts to keep the crowd entertained, but not distracted through the 'eon bidding war - the battle seemed to be going strong between the competitors. Eventually, though, the Vaporeon seemed to be running low on steam. Well, economic steam.

"Who else do I hafta fuck to get the prize?! I've got more room!" She shouted at the line behind her. "I wanna win my ride on the bug-dragon!" The line seemed to get somewhat apprehensive, though a few braver individuals advanced, taking her up on the offer.

The Leafeon seemed to consider the implications more than the Vaporeon as she lodged her last bid. Rain Flower opened her mouth to counter, but found her voice was immediately muffled by the insertion of a rather thick appendage from a very eager Sawsbuck. Effectively gagged by having something the size of her mouth actually in her mouth. So the emcee began to count down again.

"Going once..." he said, looking at Rain Flower expectantly. She didn't seem to be interested in the bidding anymore now that she was obscured by the Sawsbuck currently hilting himself in her body, joining the human on her chair who seemed to accept his second round. "Going twice..." Still nothing from the Vaporeon.

This time, Paith stood up as the front emcee spoke up. "Sold! Looks like Paith wins! Please, come up to the stage to claim your prize." The crowd split for her as she walked through it. Whispers about her coursed through the crowd. Drake didn't know who she was, but the crowd seemed to. Some had positive opinions of approval and excitement at the prospects and implication of her winning. Others seemed to be less pleased about the outcome. For better or for worse, the Leafeon Paith seemed to be a polarizing figure in the hall as the winner. She crossed over to the master of ceremonies, and spoke with him in private. She did not appear to have the cash on her, though for the price he eventually fetched, it would be crazy to have it on hand. They seemed to be hammering out details of payment while the crowd went back to getting hammered, and hammering each other.

Drake shot nervous eyes to Paith as she wrapped up with the emcee. After thanking him and letting him leave, the Leafeon beckoned Drake over. He nervously crossed, though his stage presence hid a fair amount of his anxiety. There was a glint in her eyes that told him she knew as she sized up her prize, giving him a good look from top to bottom, and locking eyes with him at the end. A grin slid across her face as she evaluated him, her mind seeming to formulate some kind of idea, or so the Flygon guessed. This put Drake at less ease, given the apparent reputation that preceded her.

"Good evening, Drake." She said. Her voice was surprisingly warm and inviting, like a cozy house in a cold night. "I would introduce myself now, but... I think that might be better done in private. I have a place of my own not far from here, and I think it might be better to go there first."

Drake nervously nodded in agreement. "Lead the way." He said, a crack in his voice making the Leafeon smile. She hopped off the stage, and Drake flew down after her. After they'd left Captivate and entered the main hallway toward Paith's "room", she looked back at him.

"So, your first time, huh?" She asked, like she didn't already know. He nodded. "What made you want to auction it off like this?"

Drake sighed. "Debt." He replied simply. "I... used to be wild. Then... I found a town... learned to read..." He started.

Paith shushed him. "Then you found you had a talent, got a job, and started leading a nice life and it just got a little out of hand?" She said, commiseratingly. He nodded shyly. "I understand, don't worry, I promise this won't be bad." She did sound reassuring, and the tone of her voice set him at ease.

The two walked through the winding hallways of Plaisir, all the while Drake trying to figure out who she was. Eventually, as they turned another corner, he decided to ask. "Miss Paith?"

"Just Paith is fine. There's no need for titles, Drake." She said, looking around with a smile, and taking a right, her tail seeming to twitch uncertainly with each turn. "What's on your mind?"

"Well, I just... wondered who you are? I don't think I've ever seen you around here before."

Paith paused. At first, Drake thought she might have been lost, and was just getting her bearings, before she started speaking. "I'm Paith, but you know that much. I work here, in a way." she said, choosing her words carefully. "I am... Do you know what Pro²Creation is?"

"Pro...?" Drake replied.

"You're not familiar with it, it seems." She said, smiling gently. A small amount of tension seemed to ease from her body. "Don't worry, not everyone is, although many here at Plaisir do use their services. I am a breeder. I help people and pokemon alike create their perfect partners. Some want something cute, others want something different, there are people out there who want something strong. I help them pair with partners who have the qualities they're looking for to help them make the perfect pokemon for them!" She sounded enthusiastic, despite her speech also sounding pretty scripted. She really seemed to get into her work. It was endearing in a way, Drake thought.

"So... you're going to breed with me..?" He asked, trying to figure out why _she_wanted him, if that was truly the case.

"Of course not." She said, her body shaking with a small amount of stifled laughter. "Despite how good I may be at breeding, I can't breed with a Flygon like you." She started walking again, this time toward the exit. "It would be an enjoyable time, but ultimately nothing more."

Drake looked nervous as they approached the café's doors. He was still indecent! Not that Paith was wearing anything. Still, she had won. So he kept his "wrapping" on for now as he followed her out the door, and along the side of the building.

"So, if you don't want me to breed with you, then why do you want me? Also, where are we going? Don't you live at the café?" he asked, looking around nervously.

She sighed heavily, as a small side building came into view along the side of the main café. "Do you want the official reason I'm sending to Pro², or my own reasons?" She asked, approaching the door of the little building. It seemed to be in some level of disrepair.

"Both, I guess?" he replied, following her through the threshold.

The room was fairly sparsely decorated - it was a room that seemed to have small microcosms of various terrain types - a pool of water, a sunny, grassy field (which, upon further inspection, seemed to be generated be generated by a pair of sun lamps embedded in the ceiling). There was also some piled up rocky debris, and on the ceiling above, the hole where it had fallen from was covered in a fine net. In the corner, not far from them, was a small terminal with some personal effects. The air was clean and peaceful - maybe purified? There was a gentle breeze in the room as well, enough to help the faint smell of incense float through the air. He felt more relaxed as the scent hit him. He assumed them to be Paith's as he took the room in. On either side of the room were two doors, each with writing on them. The one on the left seemed to be Paith's room, and the one on the right read "Guests." It felt... very familiar. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he felt that he'd been here before....

"We're here." She said proudly, ignoring his reply. "This is my home! I live here, work here, and... well, I do everything here."

"So... I guess you'll be wanting to... do it now?" He asked, averting his eyes from the Leafeon breeder.

"Not yet, no. You wanted to know my motives for being your first client." She replied.

He nodded, listening intently as she started to speak.

"The official reason, the ones i'm sending to my bosses and financiers at Pro² Creation, is that you, a new employee of Café Plaisir, have yet to opt out of our sample collecting, but acquiring rights to your... seminal activities, let's say, allows us to ensure a quality sample before you elect to opt out later on." Paith explained. "My superiors were intrigued by the fact that you have a unique coloration and a lovely voice, and not to mention to are something of a rare find. They're curious enough about your potential that they basically allowed me carte blanche in acquiring you before anyone else had a chance to as potential breeding stock."

Drake frowned. "So... my first time is me signing up as breeding stock? To have a bunch of little copies of me running around?"

"Well, not exactly, but essentially. You haven't heard my personal motives."

"Well, what are they?" He demanded, sounding a little impatient. He didn't like hearing that tone in his own voice, but he could hardly help it; the idea of being breeding stock was not exactly sitting any better with him at the moment.

She frowned at him. "Trust me, please." She said, taking a seat. "I'm not interested in taking your virginity. I don't want it."

"Then why did you bid?" he demanded.

"Because I remember my first time too. Sort of." She replied simply. "A lot of us do. Not every one of us, of course, but a bad first time can set the stage for future performances, if you know what I mean. When I first started, it came as a surprise. It was... rough, and fast and... not at all pleasant. I didn't get the option to stop, nor did I have the option to not do it again. I was sent by my trainer to breed." She paused, sighing deeply as she looked up into Drake's yellow eyes. "So I wanted to save you from something similar. I will have to register you as breeding stock, but how you provide a sample is entirely up to you."

Drake was speechless. She had spent a not insignificant amount of money on this, and she was just going to let him go without doing anything? Well, a sample, but that was nothing comparatively. Whatever happened to her must have been particularly bad if she was willing to let him go so easily. He wanted to pry. He opened his mouth to ask, but thought better of it and closed it again, looking down at her.

"Thank you." He finally managed to say. "I've heard that your first time doesn't actually matter that much. It's... something that has unimportant weight on it. I'm still a little nervous, honestly."

Paith seemed to consider this, tilting her head as she thought of the right way to phrase it. "Sex itself carries unimportant weight, that's true, and the first time has been important in many cultures in the past..." She started slowly. "But... these days, it's only really important because, until your second time, it's the only experience you have, which can color your opinion for years to come. If you have a bad first experience, you may not want to do it again, if you have a choice. So... you should do it on your terms, not just out of necessity."

He seemed to consider this. "I.. never really thought about it that way. Everyone always just seemed to want it... and I needed some money."

"And now you have it." She said, smiling warmly at him. "But you're still free to experience it for the first time in your own way, with whoever you choose to spend it. Just... make sure you drop off the sample before you leave."

"About that... How do you want me to do that?"

She used her head to indicate a small cup on her desk. "Take that, go into the room over there, and come out when there's some Flygon in it." She said, jokingly. "Let me know if you need anything, or when you're done." She said, before crossing to her room and slipping through the door, kicking it shut behind her, giving Drake some privacy.

Drake was alone again, cup in hand, panties hugging him tightly, and alone in a room that felt familiar in a way he couldn't explain. He hesitantly crossed to the guest room, and stepped inside, slipping off his thong and kicking it away as he sat on the bed. Suddenly, he remembered why he knew where he was.

_This_had been where he'd woken up the morning he'd sworn off alcohol, the night when he'd let slip he was a virgin. He shook his head - had Paith been there that night? Had she brought him back here? Is that why he woke up here instead of some bed in Plaisir proper? He considered the implications until he remembered why he was in here.

The cup sat in his hand. It was small, clear and made of plastic. It was very clean. The top had ridges where it looked like it could screw into something, and a grip on the outside so it could rest on something. The whole thing was very well designed, truly a marvel of engineering. Still, Drake knew he couldn't stall forever, and the cup, despite being a marvel, was only able to help him drag it out a few seconds. He did need to get a sample into that cup eventually. The room was completely bare. Nothing to help the process along, so to speak.

He took a few deep breaths and began to poke at his vent. "Come on..." He whispered, gently rubbing at his cover, trying to work up enough stimulation to get started. It was tough to get hard though - too much pressure for the poor Flygon, especially with his relative lack of any experience, other than his experience on the internet, watching some pornography out of curiosity. He hadn't watched much, nothing really seemed to appeal to him a whole lot. It all seemed so forced, and he had trouble getting into it. He did try a few other things back then, but nothing really seemed to work for him...

Still, after what seemed like an hour to him, he was finally starting to present. Now that his shaft appeared, it was getting easier to for him to work himself up - it was a very sensitive organ, after all. Slowly, he began to stroke his growing length, letting out a quiet pant as it throbbed in his hand, feeling a small amount of electricity shoot through his shaft and crawling up his spine as a connection was formed between the two. As his shaft grew beneath him, so did his speed and pleasure, going a little quicker as his tension started to rise.

Each stroke seemed to draw instant pleasure as he reached his full erectness. In its full glory, the shaft had a rounded tip, with a number of ridges going along down the side, ending in a base that was flush against his body, in a little vent that his shaft spread when he became erect. It was a modest length, and his hand managed to wrap around it without much difficulty. He started to relax, and enjoy the sensation, closing his eyes and imagining.

He started with girls - that's what boys liked, right? Seemed to be in all the internet pictures and videos he had seen. He pictured a female Flygon... and she was kissing him. That's how these things usually started. Then he... uh... played with her breasts? No, she didn't have those. Even if she did, he didn't know what they would feel like. Same went for her vagina anyway. Maybe if he tried... spanking her? That was a thing they did sometimes. That seemed kind of mean though - he didn't want to hit her. This fantasy was going nowhere really quickly. He sighed, shook the image from his mind and tried again. Maybe... a male Flygon? Like himself? Plenty of folks at the Café seemed to prefer members of their own genders, maybe he would like it too? He cleared his mind and took a breath as he pictured it in his head again...

He was standing there, and the male Flygon came up to him and... Drake's internal narrative stopped again. What did they do? He didn't know how it would feel to be in someone else, nor did he know what it was like for someone to be in him. He didn't even know if he would like_that. Sure, the people on the internet seemed to like it, but those were internet people. They weren't _real, with real problems. No, his problems were much more tangible. At least to him. He tried to imagine the other Flygon going down on him. That was something he could imagine - he might have given it a taste once out of curiosity... He took a deep breath and let his imagination take over.

They were standing on a cliff in his home desert. Drake looked around, he didn't know what to say. The other Flygon seemed to sense this, and put a finger to his lips, prompting a light blush on the shiny Flygon's face. The other dragged a finger gently down Drake's long neck and over his rounded belly and down to his erect shaft. Wordlessly, the other Flygon opened his mouth and slid Drake's shaft into his mouth, using a hand to brace himself against Drake's body. Drake considered this, as his illusory companion paused, and he briefly worried if his imaginary partner should be male, before realizing he was being stupid about it - it didn't matter. It was all in his head.

He laughed at his own silliness, but changed the other Flygon's gender with a gentle poof, before allowing her to continue. He gazed out over the desert, looking at the beautiful hues of a desert sunset, the sun shifting the color of the sky to a reddish/orange hue and, wind coating his body... It was like he was really there again. It almost made him homesick until he remembered why he was there in the first place. He turned to his imaginary partner, and apologized, before recognizing how silly that seemed, and blushing awkwardly. He... decided to skip ahead a bit, after they had gotten started again.

Drake groaned softly as he felt her tongue slid along the length of his shaft, taking time at each of his ridged to pause and pull back to the tip, before sinking down to the next ring. Each draw slower, and more agonizing than the rest as she slid back up each previous notch on the way back to the tip. Whenever she reached the tip, she would pause to give a small, teasing lick to the top of his shaft, right on the slit, before consuming his length once more. Slowly, silently, she began to pick up speed on his length, taking the ridges of his cock with a greater intensity. His hand sped to match her speed, panting heavily, his tongue rolling out of his mouth with the heavy moans echoing from his throat as his imaginary partner hit a top speed, head almost becoming a blur in his mind's eye. Faster and faster, she slid along his length, some of his own saliva dripping from his panting tongue onto his dick, which only seemed to heighten his sense of fantasy. The illusory girl drew him to the brink, and, in a final drop, drew his climax forth, sending pleasure flooding through his body.

He shuddered and cried out, almost forgetting that he needed to adjust his essence into the cup for Paith. He quickly corrected, his eyes snapping open as he desperately tried to aim for the container. He missed, however, getting his seed in a lot of places - some on his body, some on the ground, some on the side_of the cup, but he missed inside entirely. He sighed and caught his breath, frowning at mess, and how _nothing_seemed to get inside the cup. He groaned and stared at his drooling dick, and wondered how much sample Paith really needed. He used his fingers to scoop up as much of his semen as he could, trying to get it into the cup as well as possible. He considered going for another round, but touching his shaft made him wince - it would be a little while before he could do anything with it. What the flustered Flygon was able to put together would have to be enough. Maybe it wasn't a _real sexual experience, and maybe he'd bungled the one request Paith had for him, but what he got in exchange was a bit more precious to him.

A minute or two passed, before Drake was able to pull himself to his feet. And collected himself. He took a second to collect the panties from the floor - he wasn't going to keep them, but he also wasn't about to let Paith clean up after him, after all she did for him. He used it to try and clean up the best he could, trying to wipe his mess from the floor and bed, letting his dick return safely to its vent, concealed on his body. When he was satisfied with what he could do, he left the guest room, crossed the main room, stopping by the desk for a second to dispose of the panties in the trash, before heading to Paith's room, and knocking.

"Mis... er, Paith?" He asked hesitantly.

A rustle came from the far side of the door. "All done?" She asked, poking her head out of a crack in the door.

"Yes." He nodded. "Did you want this...?" He asked, holding up the cup of his seed.

"Yes, but not right here. On your way out the front door, you can just set it on my desk. I'll prepare it for analysis there. Did you enjoy your sexual awakening?" she asked with a wink.

He laughed, face flushing with blue. "Yes, thank you. It was very eye-opening."

Paith sighed. "I'm glad." She said with a warm smile. "Now don't go getting yourself in any more trouble. I may not be able to pull you out of it next time."

The Leafeon just smiled. "Don't mention it." She said, before closing the door again, leaving drake alone with a cup of his collected cooling seed.

He looked down at the cup, and considered what had happened. He was free. He had managed to escape an auction for his virginity with his virginity intact, and all he had to do was make a mess in a cup. He wasn't sure what this would mean for him as he started his job at the café tomorrow evening, but what he did know is that his secret was safe with him once more, and completely under his control. He smiled at that, setting the cup on the table next to the computer, before heading out into the evening light

He decided to walk back to his apartment today, enjoying the wash of moonlight as it coated his form. The Leafeon had given him a lot to think about and it was a good night to digest the information as he walked back home, thanking his lucky stars that someone was looking out for him out here, at Café Plaisir.