They day passed quietly. She went to bed again, before her parents returned from whatever they were doing, and fell asleep. There was very little to do when she was alone, and wished that some of her friends had bothered to stay in town. But, no. She was the last of her generation left in the town. Everyone else had gone off to be Masters or something. She was perfectly content, though, being there on her own. Nothing eventful happenedâ�"or usually happened, anyways. She chose to ignore the previous week and content herself thinking that this morning's antics were nothing more than an amazing dream.

Sleep came and passed. When she woke in the morning, there was very little different. Her belly was as flat as ever, which soothed her paranoia. "I really hope I don't have to lay any more eggs... Maybe if I just stay inside..." She sighed, swinging her legs over and touching the floor with her toes. She screamed when she saw a small, salmon-colored bird sitting at her window bench, however. "Get out, get out! You damned fluffy thing!" She threw her pillow at, causing the poor beat to flutter about helplessly, squawking its name at the tops of its lungs.

Grace flinched and batted her hands. There was a note in its flipper; she might as well assume it was hers. Besides, there was little sense in waking her entire house. "Deli...?" The mon uncovered its face and side-waddled towards her, outstretching the note with one flipper while simultaneously holding it's bag-like tail and covering its head with the other.

"Oh, just give it here, I'm not going to hurt you, silly thing..." She sighed, talking in a gentler tone. Still peeved, there was very little compassion and she glared as the mon struggled to flap away through her window. She watched it retreat, glaring at it the entire time, until it was out of sighs. She opened the envelope and rolled her eyes at the text.

"Morning, Grace.Just thought I'd remind you that we did have an agreement. The growlithe from the egg is a star, and I'm hoping to see more great things from you. She's going to become a beautiful Arcanine; maybe that brute of yours can have a real mate. Speaking of which, if you ever want to see him again, more Pokémon are always appreciated.'

Grace rolled her eyes and was threatened to discard the letter when she saw more text on the back.

Compensation will grow. The more eggs you produce, the more credits you will earn. And besides, this is probably the most action you've seen and will see for quite some time.'

Oh! The nerve of that man. What was his name.. Arc? Something silly like that. It was stupid. He was stupid. To think that she was just going to become his machine?! "Stupid, idiotic man!" She fumed, throwing the paper across her room, watching as it bounced off the wall, straight into her trash can. While she hadn't been expecting it, it was fairly epic, and helped ease her nerves.

She gathered her thoughts and sighed. There was a new day before her; she could do whatever she pleased. But for now, her stomach was telling her that it was time for breakfast. She traipsed down stairs and walked into the kitchen, finding a note on the fridge. 'Letting you sleep, dear. Off to semi-finals. Wish your brother luck!' "I hope he fails..." She muttered darkly before pouring herself a small bowl of cereal. As she munched, she thought, and her thoughts went back to the sea. Manaphy.. Did he really exist? She soon found herself out of food, but still hungry, so she poured herself more. After that was devoured, she stared in dismay at the empty box. Her stomach growled for more.

Grace was by no means a cook. She could back herself a bowl of cereal and nuke a hotdog, but that was about it. She always ended up burning things. She had even managed to burn water while waiting for it to boil her eggs in. Another rumble make her grab at her stomach and sigh. While the sigh was meant for discontent, her hand's wandering brought her to a familiar, yet dreadful feeling. There was a slight bulge in her belly, just between her hips. A hard swallow sent a chill down her spine and she looked down. While it wasn't apparently visible, she knew, or rather dreaded at its identity. A mild pain in her side confirmed her suspicions and she groaned.

Why? Why did this even have to happen to her? Manaphy had been so gentle, so tender... Why was she being forced to bear this burden. Angrily, she rose to her feet and stormed to the back door which she opened brutally. At the top of her lungs, she screamed out, cursing the sea and all that it held. Emotionally strained, she dropped to her knees and shut the door. What was she going to so? The first one had come while she was sleeping. Now what? She just watched as it grew into something larger? How large were manaphy eggs, anyways? Manaphy himself hadn't been particularly large... All these concerns and more passed through her head as she wandered back into the kitchen. Without really thinking, she withdrew a box of cheese-flavoured crackers and started munching on them. At least she wasn't responsible for taking care of them once they hatched, she supposed, popping more crackers into her mouth. She swallowed a large mouthful and sighed, carrying the box with her up the stairs, back into her room.

There was nothing left to do but wait, she supposed, munching down another handful. Her thoughts distracted her so much, that she didn't hardly feel the gentle shift within her womb. Her pulse began to heighten as her body registered reality before her mind could. She felt herself growing hot and bothered by something and felt and uncomfortable burning between her legs. She moaned and slumped back in her seat as a sudden wave of ecstasy rolled over her body. She began to pant and her hands wandered to the afflicted area. As soon as her fingers touched her entrance, her eyes fluttered. She felt her nipples tightening, remembering the feeling of manaphy's soft tongue lolling over them, lapping at her hardening flesh.

"Shower.. Need, shower.." She moaned, staggering to her feet. This wasn't the time to be aroused. A shower always calmed her nerves and took away her anxiety. That's what she needed. Who knew what orgasming now would do?

Her clothes fell like Autumn leaves to the tiled floor. The water came on in a steady stream under her touch and she leapt in, allowing the hot water to wash away her tension. But all it did was heighten everything. Every touch of water sent shivers down her spine. She swore as her knees buckled and she fell. Searing pain shot up her spine as she landed on her tailbone. But the pain was quickly replaced as more and more waves of pleasure washed over her. Her hands flew to her torso; she could feel her womb contrating around something large and foreign. There was a definite bulge now, and she felt as it shifted downwards again, ever so slightly. More pleasured heat radiated from her sex and she threw her head back, unable to control herself. Deep, heavy panting met her touch, her fingers moving down to her burning snatch, her other hand tracing circles around her nipples.

This was so much different than the week before! Where once was pain, no pleasure bloomed. As the egg shifted further and further southward, more and more pleasurable sensation radiated through her. She felt pain as the tip of the egg pressed against her cervix. She murred as it pressed and opened the entrance. With steady contractions, the egg moved further and further down. About halfway, it halted and she gasped, mostly at herself, for being in such a state, but also because she came to realize the nature alone wasn't going to move it out. Panting, she flexed her abdomen, , her hands now behind her, trying to find purchase on the slick floor of the tub. But her underdeveloped muscles weren't doing the trick. She needed more leverage.

After a moment of searching and more labored breathing, her hands found the small handle that sat about halfway up the shower wall. It was usually used for hanging wash clothes, but for now, it was her purchase. She more or less squatted, and allowed gravity to pull the weight of her body down. The egg shifted slowly and began to move again, entering her vaginal cavity. She released a gurgled, audible moan and cooed and it slid further and further south. Pleasure rolled over her, and more of her juiced flowed, easing the egg's travels. She felt it stick again and bent her torso down, pressing more of her weight upon it. She felt its tip brush against her lips and moaned as its bulk stretched her opening wide.

"So good... So close!" She moaned, releasing on of her hands from the railing to reach down and attempt to spread her lips wider. Many of her juices were spilling out, and the pleasure was beginning to abate. A large pool of murky water had pooled around her knees and with one final shove, the egg landed in it with a soft 'plunk.'

Grace fell backwards into the made-salty water and a splash, her chest still heaving. She looked at the egg before her. It was different than the first; a soft blue with a bright, muted red glow in its center. She smiled and shuddered as what might have been an orgasm racked her body. "Maybe this wasn't such a bad bet..." She mused to herself, grabbing a loofa from above her and scrubbing herself clean.

She carried the egg up to her room and rested it upon her pillow, knowing that someone or something - maybe that odd bird-thing? - would be back to claim it. At least that means she'd be getting money in the mail, soon. But for now, she was exhausted and tired, and needed very badly a nap.

Hours passed and when she awoke, the egg was still there. Puzzled, she held it in her hands, wondering why the pick-up hadn't iniatiated. Maybe they only came in the cover of night...? Not really caring, she slipped into a simple dress and headed back down into the kitchen. What would she do for the rest of the day...?