Disclaimer: I do not own pokemon nor do I own any of its characters

THE Boy Toy Contest

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO THE ANNUAL BOY TOY CONTEST!!!" The announcer exclaimed with great enthusiasm. The crowd of 80 women and 20 "men" cheered with equal enthusiasm.

"TODAY, WE HAVE SOME JUICY MEN AT YOUR DISPOSAL! THE WOMAN WHO BUYS THEM WILL BE ABLE TO COMMAND THEIR CHOSEN "TOY" ANYTIME AND ANYWHERE" The announcer yelled. "SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, LET'S MEET OUR CONTESTANTS"

Back stage…

"This is embarrassing!" ash exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around his upper body in a vain attempt to cover himself. The fact that he'll show up half naked on the stage is just one thing but wearing a girly colored swim shorts is another.

"Come on ash, are you a man or a pidgey?!" Brock approached his shaking friend, hands on his hips. He's quite confident since he's been working out for the past three days and he could feel his abs. Unfortunately, the key word to that statement is feel. He could feel it and he could see it but the question still remains: Can others see it?

"Right now Brock, I'd rather be a pidgey" ash replied. Then, his eyes widened in horror at the sight of his companion. "Brock! That thing you call swimming trunks is almost see through!!!" really, he couldn't believe the man could wear that thing in public with that belly. He knew Brock worked out since the last three days but he can't see any improvements.

"No it's not. It's just white." The man retorted.

"LET'S MEET OUT CONTESTANTS!!!" the announcer's voice rang inside the back stage.

"Well, that's our cue" Brock said as he looked at his number "I'm number 13"

"I'm 12. Looks like I get to go out first" ash replied with a grim expression on his face. He then turned to look at the arrogant, muscular man that walked out the stage.

"I wonder how ash is doing?" Misty voiced out as she listened to the crowd of women and "men" who shouted their bid.

"50 dollars" (I don't know what currency they use in pokemon so we'll have to use dollars)

"75"

"100"

"ANY MORE BIDS?" The announcer yelled "GOING ONCE, GOING TWICE…" no one shouted anymore numbers "SOLD!!! NUMBER 2, COME ON OUT!!"

The first contestant returned to the back stage as the second came out. This one had blue swim shorts and is slightly skinnier than the first but he had chest and biceps nonetheless.

"STARTING BID…25 DOLLARS" the announcer yelled.

"35 dollars"

"40"

Misty sighed in exasperation. She can't buy ash since the managers of the program deemed her his girlfriend. But she doesn't want to buy a guy either.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't misty, the water pokemon trainer" a voice interrupted misty's train of thoughts. She turned and saw.

"MACEY?!" (for those who don't know her, she's the girl who had a crush on ash during the silver conference. She's a fire pokemon trainer)

"Since your here, I'm guessing my sweet little ash is here too" Macey said as she approached misty.

"Yeah, but you are not going to buy him!!" Misty exclaimed.

"Ahh, so he's one of the toys for this evening, thanks for telling me, misty"

"Don't you dare!!!"

"Pardon me, but I believe the rules stated that every girl can buy any man she wants!"

Back stage…

"sneeze" ash groaned as he wiped his nose with a handkerchief.

"You okay?" Brock asked his companion.

"Yeah. Guess someone is talking about me somewhere"

"CONTESTANT NUMBER 10, COME ON OUT!!!" the announcer's voice echoed inside the back stage.

"Yipes, one number left, I can't do this" ash trembled at the mere thought of walking out there.

"SOLD!!! NUMBER 11, COME OUT!!!"

"Brock, trade numbers with me, please!!!" ash turned to his companion only to find him putting on oil around his body. "BROCK WHAT ARE YOU DOING???!!!"

"Rubbing oil, it'll seduce the ladies and entice them to buy me more" the man replied

Before ash could say anything, a horrifying yell

"NUMBER 12, COME ON OUT!!!"

"NUMBER TWELVE, COME ON OUT!!!" the announcer yelled but misty didn't hear him.

"I'm warning you macey, if you buy ash I swear to god, I'll—"

"NUMBER 12, AREN'T YOU A YOUNG LITTLE BOY" the announcer's comment cut the fight between the two girls. They turned to the stage and saw a shaking ash with a nervous smile on his face.

"Aww, he's so cute. I bid 80 dollars!!" a girl yelled.

"85"

"95"

"150"

"I bid 500" macey yelled

"500??!!!" Misty exclaimed.

Macey nodded triumphantly. "Daddy owns a pokemon toy company and he'll surely allow me to buy ash"

""NUMBER 12, AREN'T YOU A YOUNG LITTLE BOY" the announcer commented. Ash simply smiled nervously at the man.

"Aww, he's so cute. I bid 80 dollars!!" a girl yelled.

"85"

'How did this happen?' He thought to himself

"95"

'I'm not supposed to be here'

"150"

"I bid 500" a girl broke him out of his trance. He looked at the audience and paled when he saw that the one who yelled that last bid was…

"Macey?!"

"SOLD!!!" the announcer yelled gleefully.

Ash's jaw dropped as he was escorted to his new owner.

"H-hi Macey" he said nervously. Who wouldn't be? Misty is just beside the girl and is glaring at him.

"Hi ash" the brown haired pokemon trainer said in a dreamy tone.

"Remember…" misty pulled ash's ear "…ONE DAY ONLY!!!"

"NUMBER THIRTEEN, COME ON UP!!!"

"That's my cue" Brock told himself. He is determined not to end up like those losers that no girl bought. With a deep breath, he walked out into the stage.

(crickets chirping)

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…

…

Ash, misty and macey stopped their little argument (well, at least misty and macey stopped. Ash is just watching on the sideline) to look at the man making some provocative poses in front.

"Uhh…starting bid…5 dollars?" the announcer said.

"3 dollars" a girl yelled

"SOLD!!"

Brock's jaw dropped to the ground at the sound of that horrible number. He looked at the crowd to see who bought him and immediately wished he didn't as his skin paled.

The girl had long black hair and has a perfect figure. She wore tight black leather pants and jacket and…

What's with the leather whip?

To be continued

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