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Rene get's put up at a charity escort auction only to get sold to seven fellow PCAers...what fiendish schemes will they come up for him? Only time will tell!
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Rent-a-Fox
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Rene tugged at the collar of his shirt as he peered around the curtain. He was standing backstage in the PCA’s auditorium as the crowd started to fill in the seats. It was right after school.
“Sam why do I let you talk me into these things?” He moaned softly as he turned back to the face the scyther so often the cause for his distress.
She waved a claw dismissively. “Ah quit being a baby. This is a great set up! You volunteer for this Charity Auction and the money you bring in by having people bid on you gets donate to help curing cancer. And you want to do that, right?”
“Of course I do.” Rene said, looking a little hurt. In addition to being a charitable soul, Rahne’s mom had died of cancer. Anything he could do in this he would do gladly.
“…And with everyone being bust with schedules and testing it’s going to be hard for you and Nicole to spend time together, right?”
“Of course.” Rene sighed.
“So this is perfect! It kills two delibirds with one stone!” Sam rapped him on the head. “I told Nicole to come to the auction after school today. She sees you, she bids on you…you’re her sla—er, ‘book carrier’ for a week. You help raise money for charity and get to spend a week with your girlfriend. It’s win-win!”
“Yeah but…I’m standing up in public and letting myself get BID on!” Rene looked at her in astonishment. “What if other people bid on me?”
The scyther dismissed his concerns with a wave. “Pfff, what’re the odds of THAT happening?” She asked. Rene raised a brow at her.
“I’d be offended if you didn’t have a point.” He sighed. “And you SWEAR you told Nicole?”
Sam raised a hand. “I swear on Emily’s tail that I did.” Rene winced.
“Good enough.” He sighed as he sat down. Sam patted him on the shoulder and walked off. Vice-Principal Perjan’s voice came over the microphone a few minutes later.
“And our next volunteer….Reynard Vulpes!”
“That’s your cue lovergirl,” Sam smiled as she shoved him on stage. Rene stumbled on stage to a polite smattering of applause. He straginted himself up and walked up next to the podium were Perjan was speaking. Rene felt his cheeks go read, this was so awkward.
It ony got worse as Perjan cleared his throat and checked his notes, apparently he was determined to expound on the virtues of all the volunteers in order to raise the bids. “Mr. Vulpes—” Rene snorted and a couple of mon laughed at the intro, knowing full well that wasn’t the way Rene would prefer to be introduced. Perjan did his best to ignore it. “—is a Sophomore and the leader of Team Turquoise. He’s academic standing is above average and was recently voted Homecoming King of the PCA.” He looked up. “Shall we open the bidding at five dollars?”
Someone in the audience raised their hand. Rene couldn’t see because the bloody stage lights were shining in his face. “We have five dollars. Do we have six? Six dollars, thank you. Do I have seven?”
And on it went. Rene shuffled about awkwardly as the bidding steadily increased. It was downright embarrassing! Which, if anyone noticed, was probably what helped drive the bidding upwards. After about five minutes of this, a note made its way forward. Some leaned forward onto the stage to hand it to Perjan who read it and blinked. “Hmm…this is a bit unusual.” Into the microphone he said. “We have a group bid for Mr. Vulpes at a bid of one hundred and five dollars, the highest bid tonight.”
Rene felt his jaw drop and low murmuring were heard among the crowd. Off stage Zap Pikans shot the vulpix an annoyed look. He’d been bought for eighty dollars and was annoyed that someone else would be sold for more. Usptaged again!
Feeling light-headed, Rene swayed from side to side. “A hundred and five going once…a hundred and five going twice….SOLD!” Perjan rapped a gavel down. “Mr. Vulpes has been sold for one hundred and five dollars.” To Rene he added. “You may meet your buyer…er, buyers…backstage.”
Somehow, the vulpix managed to half-walk, half-waddle off stage and collapse in a chair. After a minute he found someone pressing a cup of water into his hand. “Drink this.” Without looking Rene downed the cool water in a single gulp. He looked up to see Sam’s face staring into his.
“Sam…” Rene breathed. “What happened? What’s going on?”
She gave him a pitying look. “Nicole called me on my cell just as you were getting on stage…she got stuck staying after class to take a test. Couldn’t make it.” Rene groaned. “Yeah I know…” She patted him on the back. “Still, seeing as the night was a bust anyway I thought I’d try to make things easier on all of us.”
Rene turned to her slowly. “Sam…what did you do?”
She shrugged. “I thought I’d try and raise as much money as I could for the charity…and maybe make you seem a little cooler for having so many people bid for you. Plus it lessens the work you have to do if it’s diluted out among more buyers…”
Rene got out of his seat and stared Sam straight in the eye. “What. Did. You. DO?” Sam stepped off to the side, letting Rene get a good luck at who bought his services for the week.
Rene’s face fell as he came face to face with a nightmare. “Hey kit.” Charla grinned. “You’re gonna be spending a day with me. It’ll be fun, won’t it?” She smiled, showing off her toothy lion-like grin. The vulpix gulped and backed away…only to bump into another one of his purchasers.
“Hiii!” The perky little Headlight Friday grinned as her trio of pichus scurried over her. Rene whirled around when another one tapped him on the shoulder. “Kinda flighty, aren’t you?” Blink Fuset grinned. “Nice reflexes though.”
Someone tapped Rene on the shoulder. “Chica…you better siddown before you get yourself a heartattack.” Neve Oscadreja suggested. “I no want my merchandise bein’ all broken ‘n bedridden.” Rene looked around and blinked when he saw Raphael Cuneo there. Raphael caught his questioning look.
“Dontcha even think abou’ it.” Raph looked at him. “Ain’t like that or nuttin’ I jest…I’ll tell ‘chu later, get it?” Rene nodded, not understanding ANYTHING that was going on.
Rene sighed. “So the five of you were the ones who bought me?”
“Noo…” Charla shook her head.
“Oh thank Arceus.” Rene breathed.
“..There’s actually seven of us.” Charla finished.
“SEVEN?!” Rene gaped. “Who else—” He looked past Charla’s shoulders and his jaw dropped. “WEAVER?!”
The surly tapir snorted. “Not a word sunshine. Not a word.” Rene shook his head.
“…That’s it. I’ve died. I’ve died and gone to hell. It’s the only explanation.” He said to no one in particular.
“Oh you haven’t died gorgeous.” A new voice said disarmingly. “But when I get done with you you’re going to knock everyone else dead!” Rene slowly turned to see Danny Romanoff of the Squirtle Squad grinning, him being the seventh member of the cabal who bought Rene. Rene could only think of one thing to say.
“Oh SNAP.”
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To Be Continued…
Rent-a-Fox
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Rene tugged at the collar of his shirt as he peered around the curtain. He was standing backstage in the PCA’s auditorium as the crowd started to fill in the seats. It was right after school.
“Sam why do I let you talk me into these things?” He moaned softly as he turned back to the face the scyther so often the cause for his distress.
She waved a claw dismissively. “Ah quit being a baby. This is a great set up! You volunteer for this Charity Auction and the money you bring in by having people bid on you gets donate to help curing cancer. And you want to do that, right?”
“Of course I do.” Rene said, looking a little hurt. In addition to being a charitable soul, Rahne’s mom had died of cancer. Anything he could do in this he would do gladly.
“…And with everyone being bust with schedules and testing it’s going to be hard for you and Nicole to spend time together, right?”
“Of course.” Rene sighed.
“So this is perfect! It kills two delibirds with one stone!” Sam rapped him on the head. “I told Nicole to come to the auction after school today. She sees you, she bids on you…you’re her sla—er, ‘book carrier’ for a week. You help raise money for charity and get to spend a week with your girlfriend. It’s win-win!”
“Yeah but…I’m standing up in public and letting myself get BID on!” Rene looked at her in astonishment. “What if other people bid on me?”
The scyther dismissed his concerns with a wave. “Pfff, what’re the odds of THAT happening?” She asked. Rene raised a brow at her.
“I’d be offended if you didn’t have a point.” He sighed. “And you SWEAR you told Nicole?”
Sam raised a hand. “I swear on Emily’s tail that I did.” Rene winced.
“Good enough.” He sighed as he sat down. Sam patted him on the shoulder and walked off. Vice-Principal Perjan’s voice came over the microphone a few minutes later.
“And our next volunteer….Reynard Vulpes!”
“That’s your cue lovergirl,” Sam smiled as she shoved him on stage. Rene stumbled on stage to a polite smattering of applause. He straginted himself up and walked up next to the podium were Perjan was speaking. Rene felt his cheeks go read, this was so awkward.
It ony got worse as Perjan cleared his throat and checked his notes, apparently he was determined to expound on the virtues of all the volunteers in order to raise the bids. “Mr. Vulpes—” Rene snorted and a couple of mon laughed at the intro, knowing full well that wasn’t the way Rene would prefer to be introduced. Perjan did his best to ignore it. “—is a Sophomore and the leader of Team Turquoise. He’s academic standing is above average and was recently voted Homecoming King of the PCA.” He looked up. “Shall we open the bidding at five dollars?”
Someone in the audience raised their hand. Rene couldn’t see because the bloody stage lights were shining in his face. “We have five dollars. Do we have six? Six dollars, thank you. Do I have seven?”
And on it went. Rene shuffled about awkwardly as the bidding steadily increased. It was downright embarrassing! Which, if anyone noticed, was probably what helped drive the bidding upwards. After about five minutes of this, a note made its way forward. Some leaned forward onto the stage to hand it to Perjan who read it and blinked. “Hmm…this is a bit unusual.” Into the microphone he said. “We have a group bid for Mr. Vulpes at a bid of one hundred and five dollars, the highest bid tonight.”
Rene felt his jaw drop and low murmuring were heard among the crowd. Off stage Zap Pikans shot the vulpix an annoyed look. He’d been bought for eighty dollars and was annoyed that someone else would be sold for more. Usptaged again!
Feeling light-headed, Rene swayed from side to side. “A hundred and five going once…a hundred and five going twice….SOLD!” Perjan rapped a gavel down. “Mr. Vulpes has been sold for one hundred and five dollars.” To Rene he added. “You may meet your buyer…er, buyers…backstage.”
Somehow, the vulpix managed to half-walk, half-waddle off stage and collapse in a chair. After a minute he found someone pressing a cup of water into his hand. “Drink this.” Without looking Rene downed the cool water in a single gulp. He looked up to see Sam’s face staring into his.
“Sam…” Rene breathed. “What happened? What’s going on?”
She gave him a pitying look. “Nicole called me on my cell just as you were getting on stage…she got stuck staying after class to take a test. Couldn’t make it.” Rene groaned. “Yeah I know…” She patted him on the back. “Still, seeing as the night was a bust anyway I thought I’d try to make things easier on all of us.”
Rene turned to her slowly. “Sam…what did you do?”
She shrugged. “I thought I’d try and raise as much money as I could for the charity…and maybe make you seem a little cooler for having so many people bid for you. Plus it lessens the work you have to do if it’s diluted out among more buyers…”
Rene got out of his seat and stared Sam straight in the eye. “What. Did. You. DO?” Sam stepped off to the side, letting Rene get a good luck at who bought his services for the week.
Rene’s face fell as he came face to face with a nightmare. “Hey kit.” Charla grinned. “You’re gonna be spending a day with me. It’ll be fun, won’t it?” She smiled, showing off her toothy lion-like grin. The vulpix gulped and backed away…only to bump into another one of his purchasers.
“Hiii!” The perky little Headlight Friday grinned as her trio of pichus scurried over her. Rene whirled around when another one tapped him on the shoulder. “Kinda flighty, aren’t you?” Blink Fuset grinned. “Nice reflexes though.”
Someone tapped Rene on the shoulder. “Chica…you better siddown before you get yourself a heartattack.” Neve Oscadreja suggested. “I no want my merchandise bein’ all broken ‘n bedridden.” Rene looked around and blinked when he saw Raphael Cuneo there. Raphael caught his questioning look.
“Dontcha even think abou’ it.” Raph looked at him. “Ain’t like that or nuttin’ I jest…I’ll tell ‘chu later, get it?” Rene nodded, not understanding ANYTHING that was going on.
Rene sighed. “So the five of you were the ones who bought me?”
“Noo…” Charla shook her head.
“Oh thank Arceus.” Rene breathed.
“..There’s actually seven of us.” Charla finished.
“SEVEN?!” Rene gaped. “Who else—” He looked past Charla’s shoulders and his jaw dropped. “WEAVER?!”
The surly tapir snorted. “Not a word sunshine. Not a word.” Rene shook his head.
“…That’s it. I’ve died. I’ve died and gone to hell. It’s the only explanation.” He said to no one in particular.
“Oh you haven’t died gorgeous.” A new voice said disarmingly. “But when I get done with you you’re going to knock everyone else dead!” Rene slowly turned to see Danny Romanoff of the Squirtle Squad grinning, him being the seventh member of the cabal who bought Rene. Rene could only think of one thing to say.
“Oh SNAP.”
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To Be Continued…
Jock torture is even more fun than Rene torture! I'd have to wonder if Nikki would even bother coming to an event like this--not that I think she's uncaring about cancer--but the idea of just waving her hand in a crowd and shouting out bids with the rest of the mob.
I also have a sneaking suspicion that--if she were mad at Zap for any reason--she'd give a wad of money to some geeky or dorky girl and have HER but Zap.
I also have a sneaking suspicion that--if she were mad at Zap for any reason--she'd give a wad of money to some geeky or dorky girl and have HER but Zap.
Ya know...I'm tempted to write about the Charity Auction as my kids would do it! Especially Ryuen as he's a sucker for stuff like this!
<Ryuen> If I were you, I wouldn't say "Oh fuck me!" as I'd be saying that and it might count as an invitation...but I wonder if anybody will bid on me or not...and I'm afraid of who's gonna do that...
<Ryuen> If I were you, I wouldn't say "Oh fuck me!" as I'd be saying that and it might count as an invitation...but I wonder if anybody will bid on me or not...and I'm afraid of who's gonna do that...
Dexter: Why would I go for 50?
Alex: I went for 1 dollar though -.-
Running Wind: I made 10
Alex: Ag
Ryoutou: Arrie bid 78 on me, shu be only one bidding on me though whun they stupped hur.
Alex; Who bid on Running wind?
Mr. Gross: I made 20 on the faculaty bid anyways, I get to repair the gym.
Alex: Even Mr. Gross made more then me?
Dexter: Still who would bid on me for 50?
Duos: I am glad I did not go on the auction block.
Trinity: Who I buy for 30?
Misha: Yes I beat that Manetric chick on Heng again.
Spice: Worst Twenty I spent ever. Cinead already is me slave.
Alex: I went for 1 dollar though -.-
Running Wind: I made 10
Alex: Ag
Ryoutou: Arrie bid 78 on me, shu be only one bidding on me though whun they stupped hur.
Alex; Who bid on Running wind?
Mr. Gross: I made 20 on the faculaty bid anyways, I get to repair the gym.
Alex: Even Mr. Gross made more then me?
Dexter: Still who would bid on me for 50?
Duos: I am glad I did not go on the auction block.
Trinity: Who I buy for 30?
Misha: Yes I beat that Manetric chick on Heng again.
Spice: Worst Twenty I spent ever. Cinead already is me slave.
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