Do what he says

You shrug, seeing no reason yet not to go through with what you agreed. The paperwork has nothing out of the ordinary on it, you're just giving the production company the rights to publish what they're filming. There's nothing about it being adult in nature or anything like that, which is what you'd been somewhat concerned about.

Having signed your name on the dotted line, you stand awkwardly next to the stranger on the stage in front of the giant screen, and nervously look out at the large movie camera pointed at you both.

"3... 2... 1..." A crew member counts down and then makes a hand signal to the well dressed gentleman to let him know that the cameras are rolling.

"Welcome to 'Your Local Pokegirls', the show that keeps you in the loop on the female trainer scene here in Kanto. I'm your host, Frank N Forward, and this episode is all about Viridian City's Voluptuous Vixens!"

You both cross your arms in front of your huge sets of breasts self-consciously as you hear yourselves referred to as 'voluptuous' on national television.

"We're joined today by two of the hottest pieces of ass that I've seen out of the westernmost city for quite some time. Why don't you introduce yourselves, ladies." Frank encourages you.

The other woman speaks first. "Err, I'm Belle." She offers. "Pleased to meet you."

"I'm Amber." You mumble.

"Speak up, sweetheart! It's okay, the mic doesn't bite!" Frank teases.

"I'm Amber!" You blurt out, louder and clearer than before, but still a bright shade of red, unable to stop thinking about that roll of condoms that everyone at home must be staring at with incredulity. "And I'm actually from Pallet Town."

"Oooh, from the country!" Frank says excitedly. "Well, you know what they say about country girls."

You have no idea what they say about country girls.

"Okay, usually I'd burn five or ten minutes away by asking you about your favorite Pokemon, your motivations for becoming a trainer, but I'm not going to beat around the bush today. Both of you understand what the people at home are really interested in knowing about you, right?"

"Err..." You say uncertainly. You get the feeling it's probably going to be sexual or at least intimate in nature, but you don't know exactly what this sort of show usually involves. You've never watched it.

You imagine that Blue probably watches it all the time.

"Come on." Frank pushes. "Why are there 25 to 30 active male Pokemon Trainers for every 1 active female at any one time?"

"Because of the victory ****." Belle says plainly. But she's also turning a bright shade of red.

"We prefer to call it victory sex." Frank says, with a surprisingly cautious tone. "Don't worry, we'll bleep that. But yes, that's right. So, what the folks at home, both men and women, really want to know, is why you do it? Why in a world where female Pokemon Trainers have so often end up degraded and humiliated when defeated, that the lawmakers literally made it legal, why would you choose to become a Pokemon Trainer?!"

"I guess, well, it's not like women are treated very well in the rest of society either." Belle says. "And it's always been my dream, for as long as I have known."

"True enough." Frank replies. "But there's no other form of legally having sex with a women who doesn't necessarily want it, is there? To decide to be a Pokemon Trainer is signing yourself up for some pretty rough experiences."

"Well, I don't plan to lose!" You declare proudly.

An awkward silence follows.

"...Uh-huh." Frank eventually says, with a tone of voice that makes it clear he doesn't believe you at all. "So, what's the deal with the roll of condoms, then? You must be aware that having condoms on display as part of your outfit makes it doubly clear to everyone who sees you that not only are you aware that impromptu sex is a possibility, but you're outright expecting it."

I'm not wearing them because I want to, I've been **** to put them there thanks to some evil mind control!

That's what you will your mouth to say.

But instead, you just shrug, and awkwardly say "A girl's gotta have protection."

Fuck, you, Sabrina, fuck you!

The knowledge that this is going out to the nation's televisions is almost too much to bear. This is, by far, the most humiliating moment of your life. Including the time when you got literally throat-**** by your rival.

"That's what I thought." Frank said, smugly. "You are aware of what many people in this region call female Pokemon Trainers?"

You've clearly lived way too much of a sheltered life, because you do not. Belle, it would seem, is at least a little more worldly.

"Pokesluts." She admits, slightly sullenly.

"Pokesluts." Frank confirms. "So, are the public's suspicions true? Are you actually here to try to be successful Pokemon trainers? Or are you really just here to have an excuse to experience a lot of rough, hedonistic sex and claim that it wasn't really what you wanted?

"This is bullshit!" You interject. "I'm not a slut! I'm going to be the very best, like no one ever was! And if women are really in it just because they're sluts, then how come three out of eight gym leaders, and two out of the Elite Four, are women?!"

"A great question." Frank agrees. "One wonders if becoming a Pokeslut, if you forgive the term, is like being thrown into the ocean. It's either sink or swim. Most sink, but those that survive the harsh waves, do so because they're the greatest of the great. ...Or maybe they're all like Misty, and just such shameless nymphos that they can endure a thousand dickings without it negatively affecting their will to go on."

You don't know much about Misty, the Cerulean Gym Leader, other than that she uses water type Pokemon, and that sometimes people would use the phrase 'as mannerless as Misty' when describing someone as trashy.

"Did you really bring us here just to tell us we're sluts?" Belle challenges Frank, clearly unimpressed.

"Not entirely." Frank teases, implying that this was at least a decent chunk of his intentions. "We also want to get to know you both a lot better. By playing a special game. Go, Mr Mime!"

Frank throws a Pokeball, and a Mr Mime appears on stage in between you both.

"We're going to play a little game of True or False with you girls, but we don't need to rely on trust that you'll tell the truth. Mr Mime can read your surface level thoughts, and tell whether our statements are true or false for your girls, even without you giving us the answers out loud."

"In return for playing our fun silly game, we're willing to offer a prize. If between you, after 10 questions, we have less than 10 'true' results, you'll have shown that you're not as slutty as we suspected, and we'll reward you with an Ultra Ball each. These are the latest Silph tech, capable of catching low level Pokemon with near 100% success, and potentially even enabling you to catch some of the strongest Pokemon ever encountered in the wild. They've yet to find a Pokemon that it's impossible to catch in one of these babies."

That... Does sound amazing.

"...And what if we lose?" Belle asks cautiously. She's right, you realize. This deal is too good to be true.

"Well, losing is really unlikely, right? If you lose, it means you really are big ol' naughty Pokesluts. If that really happens, well, then we would ask that you perform a little forfeit. You know, just a little thing for the end credits, and the promotional material." Frank says, in an upbeat tone.

"I'm not flashing the camera." You say immediately.

"No no no! This isn't a porn show!" Frank quickly replies. "No, we don't want you to have any rude bits on display. We just want you both to read a script for the camera. Just a short few lines each, but really giving it your all, being as happy and bubbly as you can. While shaking your butts at the camera."

Ugh. That sounds pretty pornographic to you. But technically you guess he's right. You do see women shaking their butts on day time TV sometimes, in dance shows or music videos. Perhaps it won't be that bad. And anyway, the truth is you're not a slut. So you're not too worried about losing the challenge. And the chance of winning an Ultra Ball is surely too good to pass up, right?