Anon Gets Sold Out greentext (dragon)

>"Sold to Number 153. Now our next man is a fan of the theater..."
>Your life has taken a turn for the worst in the past 2 weeks
>"Mr. Anon, you're up soon. Is that how you're going to present yourself?"
"What, is it too casual? Should I go out in a suit or my boxers instead?"
>"No, but if you do maybe you'll have more girls trying to win you, I know I-"
>You close the door on her before she can finish
>Of course you had to get involved
>Nothing normal every happens to you

>"Hello Anon, how are you today"
>Great way to start the morning, not one foot out the door and your Holstaurus neighbor is already annoying you
"What do you want Hannah?"
>"What gave it away? Nevermind, Anon I need a favor?"
>Of course she does, she always needs a favor
"Can't it wait until after work?"
>"No, I'll be fast about it, I promise"
"Fine, but if I hear the word milking i'm closing the door"
>You helped her with milking once
>Never again
>"Anon you know that charity I support?"
"The one where they teach proper sex?"
>Certain Parts Only Do Certain Things
>Sounds like a Christian after school special
"Yeah, do you want me to write a check?"
>"No no no, I just need you to volunteer for 2 days in 2 weeks"
>Like that's going to happen
"Sorry but I can't, I plan on visiting my parents for their anniversary"
>No you aren't, their anniversary was 3 months ago
>"Please Anon, we really need your help. It's a job only a man can do?"
"Sorry but I can't. I'll write a check, but that's all I can do."
>Knowing her, the volunteering is something ridiculous
>Probably a play about how monster girls have emotions too
>"You're going to donate your time Anon, if you don't i'll tell my husband about the milking"
"That only happened once and that was before you two met"
>"He doesn't know that, for all he knows you could be milking me three times a week. You might be milking me right now"
>This is what you get for trying to be nice

>You check yourself over in the mirror
>Your plan is to look as normal as possible
>"Anon you're up next"
>You follow the Salamander to the stage
>"Anon if it helps, I would bet an entire paycheck for a date with you"
>That doesn't make you feel better
>Actually it kind of does, she must make what, 400 dollars per paycheck
>To think you might be worth that much, maybe even more
>"The next person up for auction is Anon Y. Mous. He is a real loner, but given time his heart will burn like a Hellhound"
>You're not a loner
>You just don't like crowds involving numerous potential rapist
>She gestures you to the stage
>As you make your entrance the crowd is mostly silent, a few whispers echoing
>"The base price is 25 dollars"
>Half the crowd raises their signs
>Within a minute your price has spiked to 450
>The highest price before you was 250
>After another minute of bidding you meet your final price
>"Sold to #87 for $975"
>You are guided back stage, now waiting for the auction to end
>The salamander from earlier comes up to you, her fire brighter than earlier and an angry expression carved into her face
>"Dammit Anon why do you have to look so nice, I was hoping no one would bid for you"
>You were too
"Who's the lucky lady who won me anyway?"
>"No idea, I stormed off when the price hit 500"
>Never before have you felt so objectified
>Maybe once before in Highschool, but that's something you don't want to bring up
>You spend the rest of the auction with the other guys, turns out most of them were blackmailed into this too
>After 20 minutes you are paired up with your buyers
>You feel bad for the guys unfortunate enough to get Manticores
>The poor bastards
>"Are you Anon?"
"Yeah, are you my temporary owner"
>You turn around to see your date
>All you see though is her chest clad in scales
>You look up, a dragon with blue hair that reaches down to her shoulders
"Yes, we're going now"
>Before you can object she grabs you by the wrist and drags you out
>Goddammit

My power died when I was doing the captcha, I was screaming into the next dimension

"Can I get your name before our date?"
>"It's Karen"
"Okay 'Karen', I understand you wanted a date but do we need to have it right after we meet?"
>"We're not going on our date yet, we're going home"
"I can drive myself home, but thanks for the gesture"
>"We're going to my house, you live with me now"
>You take a take a moment to process this as she drags you into the parking garage
"I'm sorry what?"
>"We live together now, do you think I paid that much for ONE date? No, I paid for marriage"
>You can argue about this later, you owe her one date before trying to get out of this
>Run now Karen, Hannah and her husband are going to hunt you down
>She brings you to her car, letting you get in yourself
>You spend the car ride.possible kidnapping asking her about herself
>Turns out she is a 'celebrity'
>Celebrity meaning she is a famous baker from a few towns over
>She uses her breath to cook her pastries, it's supposed to have an aphrodisiac effect
>Explains why she has so much money, guaranteed erections every birthday and Christmas would make anyone rich

>You arrive at her house after a half hour explanation about how she makes her own frosting
>Surprisingly less sex is involved than you thought
>"Here we are Anon, excited for your first night as a married man?"
>You just want to go to sleep, it took you a hour to get to the auction, another go get ready, 4 hours for it to actually end and 2 hours to get here
>You get out of the car and follow her into the modest home
>She gives you a little tour, most of it spent in the kitchen with her stroking her ego
>Then you arrive at the bedroom, the main light off and the lamps giving off a crimson light"
>"Are you tired Nonny? We could lay down for now"
>At this point you don't care anymore, if she wanted sex you won't be able to stop her
>But you're not a fan of already having a pet name"