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nvm i had to rewrite it because it was really bad
There's tension and anxiety in the air as competition day at the Lilycove City pools approaches. Much to the surprise of critics everywhere, you've made it past qualification rounds with Belle, your prized Feebas. They said that there's no way you would make it this far, but despite this, you and Belle are mere hours away from hopefully dominating the tournament. That said, as you gently float around in the pool with her in an attempt to get some last minute training in before the big show, you can tell she's definitely off her mark. As she awkwardly swims closer to you, she brushes her rough scales against your legs and it's clear that something is troubling her. Just based on the way she's swimming around, you'd say she's more than a little nervous—but why?
That's when it hits you, on closer inspection you can see it...
Oh dear, she must be gravid...
This is bad news, you can't really help her with this now—even if you knew how, the tournament is in three hours! With a tired look in her eyes, Belle sluggishly swims even closer to you; it's clear she won't be able to compete today if this keeps up. The only option you have right now is calming her down a bit, so you dip under the surface of the water to help her out. Gently massaging her fins, you try to get her to relax—but it isn't working. She squirms under your touch, and you can't tell if she's liking it or not; she can't be losing control just like that, can she? The heat radiating through her scales and into your fingertips tells a different story though, she clearly has something pent up deep inside her.
