Story Notes:
No pokemon are mine, obviously, blah blah blah.... Grace is, however.
So Much For Favors
The phone began to ring once Grace had calmed down. Glowering, still full of a terrible cocktail of emotions, she went into the hallway and picked up the second line. She was about to greet it with a harsh, nasty tone, thinking it was Hevin again, but instead a kindly old voice spoke from the otherside.
"Hello?" Grace started and cleared her throat, returning the greeting. "Oh, good, you are there, Grace. This is the Old Lady from the daycare center, and my husband and I were wondering if you'd like to watch out Center for a while. He and I are going out f town for the Master Rank Contest. We don't have any children, and you're the only one left in town responsible enough..."
Which meant that everyone over the age of twelve was going to watch the town's finest prove their stuff, including her brother. She sighed. Lukily for them, she didn't particularly care for contests much anyways. She didn't really see Pokémon as 'pretty' anyways.
"Yeah, I can swing down. You'll need me overnight, then?" She confirmed, knowing from the giant calendar hanging in the living room, that the semifinals were today, hence her family's absence. Once she received confirmation and a huge shpeel of thanks, she hung up and rested back on the wall. At least this would give her something to do all day, rather than bitch and moan about how crappy her life was. Slipping into her jacket, she threw some of her clothes into a backpack and headed back downstairs. After one more good look around the place, she locked the front door and headed out the back, grabbing an apple to eat along the way.
As soon as she reached the bottom rung, something caught the corner of her eye and she stumbled, startled, to the side. Archie, the Arcanine, was standing at the fence. However, rather than growling maliciously like he'd done in the past, he merely let out a soft bark and, to her surprise, a whimper. Grace was startled yet again, by his sudden change in disposition. Ever since he'd evolved, he'd done nothing but bite and scratch. Even when he'd ravaged her, he was hurtful and cruel. Now what...? He looked at her, eye level, with sad crimson eyes.
"What? I'm not letting you fuck me again, you bastard." She glowered, causing the Pokémon to tilt his head to the side. He only whimpered again and stood up on the top rung of the fence. His underbelly was revealed, and she was rather surprised to see a lack of cock. "What, so you're saying you just want to come along?"
Her words were returned with a name-calling howl. She couldn't help but smile and roll her eyes. His pokeball was sitting in the shed on a chain and she fetched it, tossing it up in her hands. "Well... Okay. Just no funny business, alright?" She sighed and tossed the ball to him, turning him red, incorporeal, before his essence was sucked inside and the red and white orb flew into her hands. She wasn't sure if that counted as actually catching a Pokémon, but she didn't really care.
She got on her bike and pedaled her way out to her destination, coming to stop just outside. It was a pleasant place, painted with earthy shades and other soothing colors. The porch was white, the main construct green, with simple chocolate trim. There was a note on the door, signifying that the old couple hadn't bothered waiting for her. A large fenced pasture rested behind the house, and she could see a few Pokémon sleeping under trees, or swimming at the lake.
The note was brief and apologetic. 'Thank You for doing this on such short notice; my husband and I are extremely appreciative. The Pokémon are cared for. All you'll need to do tonight it make sure they behave themselves. We'll be back around midnight, tomorrow.' Grace sighed and pressed inside, looking at the spacious room before her. There was a desk at the back, and the door beyond was no doubt meant for entrance to the enclosure she'd seen from outside. Needless to say, she wouldn't be spending a whole lot of time out there. Who knows what lurked in the shadows out there. She shivered and sat herself behind the counter.
She twiddled her thumbs and skimmed through a breeder-handler magazine that was sitting on the desk. She thought it was weird that a day-care would have a breeder's magazing, but I guess you never too old to study such things. They said you were always supposed to keep learning, no matter how old you were. Maybe the couple was just doing research for how to better-raise their client's Pokémon? She flipped to a random page and started actually reading the article. It was rather dry, she had to admit. All it talked about was proper grooming for your precious little mon. Grace flipped to another, but it was just as dry. Though, she did learn that a Pokémon's traits were passed down through generations, rearing stronger Pokémon for the future.
The sun was setting and she decided to take this opportunity to make sure the area was secure. "Archie, lets go." She issued her canine companion forth and smiled sheepishly. As much as she hated to admit, it was sort of nice, having a strong ally beside her as she walked out the back door, her fiery canine beside her. He kept pace with her as she entered the enclosure. She even thought she saw him smile out of the corner of her eye. But he suddenly stopped, and she, too, wondering what caught his attention. His nostrils were a quiver, and he began panting, a low growl building in his throat.
"What's it?" She asked, trying to see whatever had claimed his attention. But she couldn't see anything. And then she did. There were to 'Eons,' one fire, the other electricity, humping one another beneath a tree. She blushed heavily and heard Archie whimper beside her. "You... Oh." She gulped, seeing him pink. The two others must have felt them watching for they stopped and turned their heads. Grace wasn't sure what her Arcanine would do. She only hoped that he didn't choose to mount her again; she'd just noticed she had put on a skirt. He moved forward, and the male jolteon dismounted and hissed. With inhuman speed, her canine ran forward and tackled the shocker to the ground, pinning him with a paw. The flareon was panting, still shaking from her exercise, watching as the males fought for her. It didn't take long for Archie to gain dominance, and the jolteon walked off, hurt and dejected.
Grace only smiled and decided to leave to two alone. He stepped backwards, lingering in sight only long enough to watch her male mount the other, and stepped back into the cover of some trees. She smiled to herself, glad that her Pokémon was happy here, for now. What she didn't realize was that she was going in a completely wrong direction and was soon in a dense part of the ranch. She opened her eyes a gulped, not really remembering which way she'd come. A twig snapped somewhere, making her jump backwards, ramming into something rough behind her. Thinking it was only a tree, she reached back to prop herself up, but found something warm under her hands. When she pulled them away, her digits came back sticky and smelling of something salty and sweet. She didn't dare look back, but...
"Tile..." Slowly, her head craned over her shoulder. A large, intimidating Pokémon towered over her. He, revealed from the large pink cock at his waist, was reptilian, with a large frond-like tail blooming out behind. She gasped and tumbled backwards, knocking her head against a rock, dazing her. Desperately, she clamored back on her elbows, searching for something to raise herself with. Instead, her searching hands brought her to something restricting and prehensile. It wrapped around her wrists and hoisted her up, leaving her barely standing on her tippy toes. She chanced a glance backwards, terror screaming in her eyes.
"Carnavine..." A vicious, fanged mouth smiled at her through its slivering speech. She tried to swing herself, tried to break free, but the Pokémon's eyes shone red and the ground shook. Roots wrapped around her ankles; the Pokémon had 'Ingrained' her in place!
"Sceptile..." The large reptile advanced, his greedy hands outstretched. She tried to fight herself free, but the fly-trap's tendrils held her secured. Clawed hands ripped at her shirt, straight through her bra, and left her breasts exposed. She turned her head away, unwilling to look him in the eyes. A low growl build in his chest as each hand took position. His thumbs teased at her nipples, their grainy-smooth texture sending shills down her spine. She wouldn't be aroused by this, she refused! But what could she do to be free. This would be another rape, another conception, and another egg born to go to that horrible, horrible man.
Grace grit her teeth and tried not to react as the large pick member slid forwards as he came closer to her. It went up her skirt and seated at her lips, but her panties were currently barring his entrance. She was happy for that, at least. The Pokémon seemed confused; maybe he wouldn't understand and give up? But he looked at the other grass-type binding her and muttered something in poke-speak. Seeming to oblige, a tendril wound around her thigh and to her lips. Gently, it slipped beneath her panties and with a deft movement, tore them in half. Grace screamed, her only barrier broken. She knew what was to come. She could see it in the Sceptile's eyes.
And she was all too right. His tip was smooth and bore no head. It teased her entrance gently, testing the waters, so to speak. He made a nodding motion to her captor and she felt herself dropping. She stood on her toes, resisting the downward movement, pushing up against the downward force. Sceptile showed he wasn't pleased and with an upwards thrust, she was impaled. A loud, throaty scream escaped her, but turned more into a moan as both Pokémon began to move her. The member inside of her was rough, coarse, and made her sex ache. She was helpless to their workings, the reptile thrusting making her breasts bounce, and the plant moving her up and down, shoving his entire length in and out of her fully. The feeling was terrible. It hurt. Despite two birthings, she managed to remain tight, and this monster's dong was giant! Her head lolled back as his hands moved down to her hips where he worked on moving her with him, trying to shove his full legth inside her. With every thrust, she could feel him getting deeper and deeper until she felt him hit a wall.
A sick smile came over his face. She moaned, pain turning to pleasure against her will. Tears ran down her face as she hung, suspended, waiting for him. She was helpless, so there was nothing left to do but wait. She felt his arms tense and he lifted her up slowly until most of his length was out. Then, without much more warning, he slammed into her, shoving his cock deep, deep into her until it passed through her cervix. He gasped in pain and screamed. A few more labored thrusts later, the Pokémon panted. He jolted and began depositing his seed deep into her womb, fertilizing her eggs, impregnating her like all the others. Seemingly satisfied, he exited. A thin stream of sickly, sticky goo hung between them for a moment before he broke off and went off into the trees. The vine-user, too, dropped her, letting her fall to the ground, and departed.
Grace could only bury her head in her arms and sob, wondering why this had to happen to her. At least she knew why there was a breeder's magazine on the desk, now. It seemed like that was all that the Pokémon were here for.
Minutes passed like hours, or perhaps it had been hours, and she began to lift herself, waiting on her knees for her strength to return. Her position, however, was greeted by a low, venomous growl. Her sex was still dripping with sappy cum from her last mate and the scent of her pheromones had brought another contender to the field. A terrified glace told her it was a Mightyena, and the only reason she knew was because a friend of her brothers owned one. He was mean, and difficult to control. She only hoped that they weren't all like that.
She knew trying to run would be futile. But maybe making herself unavailable would increase her chance of survival. She didn't want to know what would happen if two Pokémon came in her. Would she lay two eggs? She didn't want to find out, that was for sure.
The dark canine came forward as she sat up , her things pressed against her calves, legs tight together to conceal her pussy as best as possible. The Ena circled her, growling lightly, before sitting in front of her. He howled, and then sat still. A minute of solid silence passed. Grace was becoming uneasy. The Pokémon wasn't even panting, he was just sitting there, playing sentry. Finally, rustling in the brush told her another was approaching. She turned her head and saw a beautiful creature come forwards. He was snowy white, had bangs, and a strange, crescent shaped horn blooming from the side of his head. His paws were black, adorned with sharp, white claws, and a sharp tail of the same shade protruded from his rump. He stopped before her, standing, looking her in the eye and the ena went to watch at her side.
'You are... Interesting.' The creature tilted his head to the side and stepped around her, smelling her, inspecting her. She was mildly surprised that he could talk. But her curiosity didn't keep her from fear. She only looked at him with her large, sad eyes, pleasing him to leave her be. 'Your eyes...' He chuckled and shook his head, crouching down, bearing his fangs. 'You're too good of a mate to pass up.' He pounced, sending her sprawling onto her back for the second time that evening. With her lips already went and nothing to cover them, his rod slipped in easily. Immediately, he began pounding her, making her write beneath his furry body. He grunted with each thrust and she could feel her temperature rising. Arousal replaced pain and she felt her self losing control. Something hot and sticky touched her face and she found the mightyena's cock beside her. Without thinking, she grabbed at it, pumping it with her hand in the rhythm of the white creature's thrusts. Both Pokémon howled in pleasure, and she felt herself moaning along with them.
As her pleasure rose, she felt a familiar bulge forming at the base of the white one's organ. Gradually, he began thrusting harder until he plopped inside of her with a slimy sound. With another few thrusts, she felt his hot load wash over her, the second load to fill her womb that night. Knowing something about canine anatomy, she would be there for a while, tied to his knot. He licked her face in thanks, but she still was working at the other cock in her hand. A knot had formed at his base, too and with another quick pulls, his cream flew, spattering his belly and the ground around her face.
Once through, she panted, and felt the white one pull himself out. She lay back, panting, and the Mightyena laid down, quickly falling asleep. "Wha... What are you?" She asked the one retreating, pushing herself up into her hands.
'I am Absol.' was all he declared before disappearing into the trees. She rested, but a hand fell down to her full sex, feeling the slime gathered there. It was hot, and still felt uncomfortable, but at least it was through for the night.
She got up and wiped her hand on her skirt. A light in the distance caught her interest and she made her way through the trees, one arm across her chest to hide herself from any prying eyes. Her body was littered with scratches both from debris and from claws. As she walked, she found that like was from the back porch light which hung above the door. Had she really been that close to freedom? A heavy sigh passing her lips, she let herself inside.
Her arm moved until her hand came to rest against her belly. What was going to happen to her now?Chapter End Notes:Keep the reviews coming, please and thank you
"Hello?" Grace started and cleared her throat, returning the greeting. "Oh, good, you are there, Grace. This is the Old Lady from the daycare center, and my husband and I were wondering if you'd like to watch out Center for a while. He and I are going out f town for the Master Rank Contest. We don't have any children, and you're the only one left in town responsible enough..."
Which meant that everyone over the age of twelve was going to watch the town's finest prove their stuff, including her brother. She sighed. Lukily for them, she didn't particularly care for contests much anyways. She didn't really see Pokémon as 'pretty' anyways.
"Yeah, I can swing down. You'll need me overnight, then?" She confirmed, knowing from the giant calendar hanging in the living room, that the semifinals were today, hence her family's absence. Once she received confirmation and a huge shpeel of thanks, she hung up and rested back on the wall. At least this would give her something to do all day, rather than bitch and moan about how crappy her life was. Slipping into her jacket, she threw some of her clothes into a backpack and headed back downstairs. After one more good look around the place, she locked the front door and headed out the back, grabbing an apple to eat along the way.
As soon as she reached the bottom rung, something caught the corner of her eye and she stumbled, startled, to the side. Archie, the Arcanine, was standing at the fence. However, rather than growling maliciously like he'd done in the past, he merely let out a soft bark and, to her surprise, a whimper. Grace was startled yet again, by his sudden change in disposition. Ever since he'd evolved, he'd done nothing but bite and scratch. Even when he'd ravaged her, he was hurtful and cruel. Now what...? He looked at her, eye level, with sad crimson eyes.
"What? I'm not letting you fuck me again, you bastard." She glowered, causing the Pokémon to tilt his head to the side. He only whimpered again and stood up on the top rung of the fence. His underbelly was revealed, and she was rather surprised to see a lack of cock. "What, so you're saying you just want to come along?"
Her words were returned with a name-calling howl. She couldn't help but smile and roll her eyes. His pokeball was sitting in the shed on a chain and she fetched it, tossing it up in her hands. "Well... Okay. Just no funny business, alright?" She sighed and tossed the ball to him, turning him red, incorporeal, before his essence was sucked inside and the red and white orb flew into her hands. She wasn't sure if that counted as actually catching a Pokémon, but she didn't really care.
She got on her bike and pedaled her way out to her destination, coming to stop just outside. It was a pleasant place, painted with earthy shades and other soothing colors. The porch was white, the main construct green, with simple chocolate trim. There was a note on the door, signifying that the old couple hadn't bothered waiting for her. A large fenced pasture rested behind the house, and she could see a few Pokémon sleeping under trees, or swimming at the lake.
The note was brief and apologetic. 'Thank You for doing this on such short notice; my husband and I are extremely appreciative. The Pokémon are cared for. All you'll need to do tonight it make sure they behave themselves. We'll be back around midnight, tomorrow.' Grace sighed and pressed inside, looking at the spacious room before her. There was a desk at the back, and the door beyond was no doubt meant for entrance to the enclosure she'd seen from outside. Needless to say, she wouldn't be spending a whole lot of time out there. Who knows what lurked in the shadows out there. She shivered and sat herself behind the counter.
She twiddled her thumbs and skimmed through a breeder-handler magazine that was sitting on the desk. She thought it was weird that a day-care would have a breeder's magazing, but I guess you never too old to study such things. They said you were always supposed to keep learning, no matter how old you were. Maybe the couple was just doing research for how to better-raise their client's Pokémon? She flipped to a random page and started actually reading the article. It was rather dry, she had to admit. All it talked about was proper grooming for your precious little mon. Grace flipped to another, but it was just as dry. Though, she did learn that a Pokémon's traits were passed down through generations, rearing stronger Pokémon for the future.
The sun was setting and she decided to take this opportunity to make sure the area was secure. "Archie, lets go." She issued her canine companion forth and smiled sheepishly. As much as she hated to admit, it was sort of nice, having a strong ally beside her as she walked out the back door, her fiery canine beside her. He kept pace with her as she entered the enclosure. She even thought she saw him smile out of the corner of her eye. But he suddenly stopped, and she, too, wondering what caught his attention. His nostrils were a quiver, and he began panting, a low growl building in his throat.
"What's it?" She asked, trying to see whatever had claimed his attention. But she couldn't see anything. And then she did. There were to 'Eons,' one fire, the other electricity, humping one another beneath a tree. She blushed heavily and heard Archie whimper beside her. "You... Oh." She gulped, seeing him pink. The two others must have felt them watching for they stopped and turned their heads. Grace wasn't sure what her Arcanine would do. She only hoped that he didn't choose to mount her again; she'd just noticed she had put on a skirt. He moved forward, and the male jolteon dismounted and hissed. With inhuman speed, her canine ran forward and tackled the shocker to the ground, pinning him with a paw. The flareon was panting, still shaking from her exercise, watching as the males fought for her. It didn't take long for Archie to gain dominance, and the jolteon walked off, hurt and dejected.
Grace only smiled and decided to leave to two alone. He stepped backwards, lingering in sight only long enough to watch her male mount the other, and stepped back into the cover of some trees. She smiled to herself, glad that her Pokémon was happy here, for now. What she didn't realize was that she was going in a completely wrong direction and was soon in a dense part of the ranch. She opened her eyes a gulped, not really remembering which way she'd come. A twig snapped somewhere, making her jump backwards, ramming into something rough behind her. Thinking it was only a tree, she reached back to prop herself up, but found something warm under her hands. When she pulled them away, her digits came back sticky and smelling of something salty and sweet. She didn't dare look back, but...
"Tile..." Slowly, her head craned over her shoulder. A large, intimidating Pokémon towered over her. He, revealed from the large pink cock at his waist, was reptilian, with a large frond-like tail blooming out behind. She gasped and tumbled backwards, knocking her head against a rock, dazing her. Desperately, she clamored back on her elbows, searching for something to raise herself with. Instead, her searching hands brought her to something restricting and prehensile. It wrapped around her wrists and hoisted her up, leaving her barely standing on her tippy toes. She chanced a glance backwards, terror screaming in her eyes.
"Carnavine..." A vicious, fanged mouth smiled at her through its slivering speech. She tried to swing herself, tried to break free, but the Pokémon's eyes shone red and the ground shook. Roots wrapped around her ankles; the Pokémon had 'Ingrained' her in place!
"Sceptile..." The large reptile advanced, his greedy hands outstretched. She tried to fight herself free, but the fly-trap's tendrils held her secured. Clawed hands ripped at her shirt, straight through her bra, and left her breasts exposed. She turned her head away, unwilling to look him in the eyes. A low growl build in his chest as each hand took position. His thumbs teased at her nipples, their grainy-smooth texture sending shills down her spine. She wouldn't be aroused by this, she refused! But what could she do to be free. This would be another rape, another conception, and another egg born to go to that horrible, horrible man.
Grace grit her teeth and tried not to react as the large pick member slid forwards as he came closer to her. It went up her skirt and seated at her lips, but her panties were currently barring his entrance. She was happy for that, at least. The Pokémon seemed confused; maybe he wouldn't understand and give up? But he looked at the other grass-type binding her and muttered something in poke-speak. Seeming to oblige, a tendril wound around her thigh and to her lips. Gently, it slipped beneath her panties and with a deft movement, tore them in half. Grace screamed, her only barrier broken. She knew what was to come. She could see it in the Sceptile's eyes.
And she was all too right. His tip was smooth and bore no head. It teased her entrance gently, testing the waters, so to speak. He made a nodding motion to her captor and she felt herself dropping. She stood on her toes, resisting the downward movement, pushing up against the downward force. Sceptile showed he wasn't pleased and with an upwards thrust, she was impaled. A loud, throaty scream escaped her, but turned more into a moan as both Pokémon began to move her. The member inside of her was rough, coarse, and made her sex ache. She was helpless to their workings, the reptile thrusting making her breasts bounce, and the plant moving her up and down, shoving his entire length in and out of her fully. The feeling was terrible. It hurt. Despite two birthings, she managed to remain tight, and this monster's dong was giant! Her head lolled back as his hands moved down to her hips where he worked on moving her with him, trying to shove his full legth inside her. With every thrust, she could feel him getting deeper and deeper until she felt him hit a wall.
A sick smile came over his face. She moaned, pain turning to pleasure against her will. Tears ran down her face as she hung, suspended, waiting for him. She was helpless, so there was nothing left to do but wait. She felt his arms tense and he lifted her up slowly until most of his length was out. Then, without much more warning, he slammed into her, shoving his cock deep, deep into her until it passed through her cervix. He gasped in pain and screamed. A few more labored thrusts later, the Pokémon panted. He jolted and began depositing his seed deep into her womb, fertilizing her eggs, impregnating her like all the others. Seemingly satisfied, he exited. A thin stream of sickly, sticky goo hung between them for a moment before he broke off and went off into the trees. The vine-user, too, dropped her, letting her fall to the ground, and departed.
Grace could only bury her head in her arms and sob, wondering why this had to happen to her. At least she knew why there was a breeder's magazine on the desk, now. It seemed like that was all that the Pokémon were here for.
Minutes passed like hours, or perhaps it had been hours, and she began to lift herself, waiting on her knees for her strength to return. Her position, however, was greeted by a low, venomous growl. Her sex was still dripping with sappy cum from her last mate and the scent of her pheromones had brought another contender to the field. A terrified glace told her it was a Mightyena, and the only reason she knew was because a friend of her brothers owned one. He was mean, and difficult to control. She only hoped that they weren't all like that.
She knew trying to run would be futile. But maybe making herself unavailable would increase her chance of survival. She didn't want to know what would happen if two Pokémon came in her. Would she lay two eggs? She didn't want to find out, that was for sure.
The dark canine came forward as she sat up , her things pressed against her calves, legs tight together to conceal her pussy as best as possible. The Ena circled her, growling lightly, before sitting in front of her. He howled, and then sat still. A minute of solid silence passed. Grace was becoming uneasy. The Pokémon wasn't even panting, he was just sitting there, playing sentry. Finally, rustling in the brush told her another was approaching. She turned her head and saw a beautiful creature come forwards. He was snowy white, had bangs, and a strange, crescent shaped horn blooming from the side of his head. His paws were black, adorned with sharp, white claws, and a sharp tail of the same shade protruded from his rump. He stopped before her, standing, looking her in the eye and the ena went to watch at her side.
'You are... Interesting.' The creature tilted his head to the side and stepped around her, smelling her, inspecting her. She was mildly surprised that he could talk. But her curiosity didn't keep her from fear. She only looked at him with her large, sad eyes, pleasing him to leave her be. 'Your eyes...' He chuckled and shook his head, crouching down, bearing his fangs. 'You're too good of a mate to pass up.' He pounced, sending her sprawling onto her back for the second time that evening. With her lips already went and nothing to cover them, his rod slipped in easily. Immediately, he began pounding her, making her write beneath his furry body. He grunted with each thrust and she could feel her temperature rising. Arousal replaced pain and she felt her self losing control. Something hot and sticky touched her face and she found the mightyena's cock beside her. Without thinking, she grabbed at it, pumping it with her hand in the rhythm of the white creature's thrusts. Both Pokémon howled in pleasure, and she felt herself moaning along with them.
As her pleasure rose, she felt a familiar bulge forming at the base of the white one's organ. Gradually, he began thrusting harder until he plopped inside of her with a slimy sound. With another few thrusts, she felt his hot load wash over her, the second load to fill her womb that night. Knowing something about canine anatomy, she would be there for a while, tied to his knot. He licked her face in thanks, but she still was working at the other cock in her hand. A knot had formed at his base, too and with another quick pulls, his cream flew, spattering his belly and the ground around her face.
Once through, she panted, and felt the white one pull himself out. She lay back, panting, and the Mightyena laid down, quickly falling asleep. "Wha... What are you?" She asked the one retreating, pushing herself up into her hands.
'I am Absol.' was all he declared before disappearing into the trees. She rested, but a hand fell down to her full sex, feeling the slime gathered there. It was hot, and still felt uncomfortable, but at least it was through for the night.
She got up and wiped her hand on her skirt. A light in the distance caught her interest and she made her way through the trees, one arm across her chest to hide herself from any prying eyes. Her body was littered with scratches both from debris and from claws. As she walked, she found that like was from the back porch light which hung above the door. Had she really been that close to freedom? A heavy sigh passing her lips, she let herself inside.
Her arm moved until her hand came to rest against her belly. What was going to happen to her now?Chapter End Notes:Keep the reviews coming, please and thank you