You demand an explanation

"What. The fuck. Just happened." You demand angrily, as you adjust your clothes back into their proper positions, face red with embarrassment at what you just did, and what Oak just saw.

"Hello Amber." Oak says, sounding rather flustered. "And, erm?"

"Belle." Belle offers, similarly red in the face to you.

"Miss Belle. I do apologize, we should have secured the room before handling this equipment. This is most unfortunate." Oak continues.

"What. Just. Happened." You reoest your demand for an explanation.

"S-Waves." The aide says simply.

"S-Waves?" Belle asks.

"We have been trying to use cutting edge technology, and the power of Pokemon, to isolate, and hopefully eventually control, certain distinct forms of energy. Today's test was targeting, well, sexual energy." Oak explains. "And for the first time, it worked. But, well, much more powerfully than we intended. We were hit with a blast that seriously amplified our sexual desires. I'm afraid that there may be long lasting, or even permanent implications. Only time will tell how exactly we have been affected. But one thing is clear: S-Waves are real, they can be created, and they can cause raw lust."

"I can't believe this." You say angrily. " I come back, risking my ass - literally - to deliver this stupid package, and what do I get in return? Some sort of sluttification blast that made me... Made me..."

You can't bring yourself to verbalize the lesbian experience you just had. You can't even bring yourself to look at Belle right now.

"Oh yes, my package!" Oak says with glee. He takes it off you with a wide grin. "You're going to like these."

He opens it up, to reveal... three large purple cylinders.

No, cylinders isn't quite right, because they narrow to a smooth round point at one tip.

"DILDOS? My reward is DILDOS?!"

"All three?! No no, just one." Oak clarifies. "These are way too valuable for me to gift you three."

"I do not want a dildo from you, old man! Gross!" You retort with disdain.

"This is no ordinary dildo, young one!" Oak continues, unabashed. "This is a GutGrimer 2000."

"A WhatGrimerWhat?" You wrinkle your nose.

"The GutGrimer2000 isn't just a sex toy. It's a huge technological breakthrough and a Pokeslut's best friend!"

"Don't call me that." You say flatly.

"Sorry Amber, **** of habit." Oak apologizes. "But listen! The GutGrimer, when inserted rectally for just 20 minutes, has two incredible functions. Firstly, it lubricates your anal passage, leaving a gentle wetness and slipperiness to your backdoor for up to 8 hours. And secondly, the GutGrimer deals with any, err, 'waste product' inside your rectal cavity and colon, leaving you wonderfully clean and pleasantly aromatic for the rest of the day."

You're too appalled by what you've heard to even reply. Belle is the one who speaks next, in a curious tone.

"If this one is called the GutGrimer 2000, it can't be the first model. What's different about this new one?" She asks, intrigued.

Oak grins. "This one vibrates."

"This is bullshit. I really thought you were going to help me on my adventure, Oak." You complain.

"Amber, this is one of the greatest gifts you could ever ask for. Only a few have ever been made, and the process is very expensive. 94% of women surveyed who gave up being Pokemon Trainers, include excessive uncomfortable or downright painful anal sex on their list of their top 3 reasons for quitting. Please, take it. Even if you don't want to use it yet, you will eventually, trust me."

You reluctantly take the purple dildo, and struggle to work it into your small satchel, that is only designed to hold Pokeballs and a few potions.

"Why does it have to be so big?" You whine. "Surely the smaller the better."

"If it was smaller, it would take much much longer than 20 minutes to complete its functions." Oak explains. "It can't be made any smaller without severe reductions to operational efficiency."

"Whatever." You mumble. You've already decided you're never going to use it.

"I want one." Belle says suddenly.

"Huh?!" You say, rather shocked by her bluntness... And perceived willingness to sodomize herself with a long fat dildo.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, these are just too precious. I daren't part with another one. If my final one broke, I wouldn't be able to perform any of my extremely important... 'experiments'." Oak replies softly.

"Old man, you just hit me with an S-Wave beam, recklessly endangering my life, and leaving me with unknown, potentially permanent side effects." Belle says forcefully. "You can either give me a GutGrimer, or you can wait to hear from my family's lawyers, and I'll take your whole damn lab."

"Your family's lawyers?" Oak asks skeptically.

Oak's aide's eyes flash wide with recognition, and then he whispers something to Oak.

"Oh. Ooooh. Oh dear. Okay, fine. I'll give you one of my precious GutGrimers. But only if you make a verbal contract in front of these two witnesses not to bring any civil lawsuits against me or my lab for what happened here today."

"Deal." Belle reaches out her hand.

"Deal." Oak shakes it.

"I don't care about your handshake, Oak. I want the dildo." Belle says snootily.

"Oh. Yes. I see. Right." Oak seems more subdued now.

And so you both leave Oak's laboratory with big fat purple dildos shoved up inside your... satchels. For now.

"Who are you?" You ask Belle, as you head back towards Route 1. (You don't want to visit your mother while you look like a condom-loving super-slut.)

"I'm Belle. From Viridian City." Belle says simply.