The faint glow of a TV screen illuminated the room, casting a soft blue hue across the cluttered floor. Empty snack bags, soda cans, and game controllers were scattered across the carpet. At the center of it all, sprawled out on her belly with a headset on, was Kyra — a curvy, busty, anthropomorphic Kyogre. Her sleek, navy-blue body glistened with a faint sheen of moisture, as her red markings faintly pulsed like bioluminescent patterns. She wore a loose tank top that barely contained her ample chest, and a pair of dangerously short shorts that barely covered her thick, powerful thighs. Her long, flowing fins twitched occasionally as she growled into her headset.
"Damn it! Who the hell camps the respawn point?!" Kyra barked, slamming her fingers aggressively into her controller.
Her boyfriend, Nate, stood at the doorway with an exasperated look on his face. He crossed his arms, shaking his head. "Kyra, you've been in here for three days. You haven't gone outside, you haven't stretched, and I think the air in here is turning into pure gamer sweat."
"I'm dominating this leaderboard, babe!" Kyra shot back without looking away from the screen. "Can't stop now! These scrubs need to learn not to mess with the Queen of the Sea."
"Queen of the... Kyra, I love you, but you're literally becoming part of the couch," Nate groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You need some fresh air."
"Pfft," Kyra scoffed. "I can't touch grass, remember?"
"Oh, for the love of…" Nate leaned against the wall. "That's just a meme."
"No! No, it's real!" Kyra finally paused her game and rolled onto her back, her bust threatening to spill out of her tank top. She shot him a serious look, her crimson eyes flashing. "I'm a Kyogre. I'm basically an aquatic goddess. You know what happens when I go outside? The clouds form, the wind gets crazy, and before you know it — BOOM! Flood warning. People start blaming me for their basements turning into swimming pools."
"That's just bad timing!" Nate argued. "You don't control the weather just by stepping outside."
"I can't risk it!" Kyra dramatically flopped her arm over her forehead like some tragic actress. "What if I go out there and accidentally drown the neighborhood?" She peeked at him from beneath her arm with a teasing smirk. "Is that what you want, Nate? An entire city underwater just because you wanted me to 'touch grass'?"
Nate groaned but couldn't help smiling. "I think you just don't want to put pants on."
"Pants are a prison," Kyra muttered, flicking her tail fin lazily. "And I'm already wearing shorts."
"Those barely count," Nate shot back, walking over and gently nudging her side. His hand pressed against her soft, plush curves, and Kyra let out a satisfied purr-like hum.
"Come on," he coaxed, kneeling beside her and brushing a lock of her damp hair from her face. "How about this? We go to the beach — nice and safe, no grass to touch. You get some fresh air, I get some sunlight, and then you can come back home and scream at kids online. Deal?"
Kyra narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Hmm… Will you carry me like a princess?"
"What?"
"Like a princess, Nate. Arms under my legs, one hand under my back — full royal treatment. You're my boyfriend. These are my demands."
Nate chuckled, reaching down and scooping her into his arms. "You're lucky I love you."
Kyra grinned smugly and leaned in close, her soft chest pressing into his face. "Damn right I am."
The sun shone brightly overhead as Nate walked along the sandy beach, carrying Kyra bridal-style just like she demanded. Her powerful, curvaceous body was surprisingly soft in his arms, her damp skin cool against him. Kyra had refused to even try walking on her own, claiming that since he dragged her outside, he was responsible for her comfort. Of course, that meant Nate had to buy her ice cream, set up her beach chair under an umbrella, and even hold her game console for her while she played lazily in the shade.
"Babe," Kyra cooed, sipping from a cold drink. Her crimson eyes glinted mischievously. "Can you rub my back? You know, my lovely ocean goddess body gets so sore sometimes…"
"You've been lounging all day," Nate said with a laugh, but still knelt behind her and started rubbing her back. His fingers slid across her damp, smooth skin as she let out a pleased sigh. "I'm starting to think this whole 'can't touch grass' thing was just a scam to make me your personal butler."
"You catch on fast," Kyra purred, her tail flicking playfully against his leg.
Just as Nate was starting to enjoy the moment, the air around them shifted. The temperature spiked rapidly, and the soothing waves turned rough and steaming hot. The sand beneath them trembled, and the once-clear sky darkened as the air became heavy with heat.
Then, she appeared.
Towering and powerful, Groudon emerged from the haze — crimson scales glinting like molten steel. Her curvy, muscular body radiated intense heat, and her sharp golden eyes locked directly onto Nate. The very ground beneath her seemed to crack and blister with her presence.
"Well, well," Groudon rumbled in a dangerously smug voice, her gaze landing on Nate like a predator cornering prey. "Didn't expect to find you here." Her lips curled into a smirk. "And who's this little guy?"
Nate stiffened. "Uh… me?"
Kyra's fins twitched, her crimson gaze sharpening into a glare. "Don't," she warned.
"Oh, relax, Kyra." Groudon stepped forward, the ground sizzling with every step. She placed a hand on her hip, her toned stomach and ample curves on display beneath her dangerously tight outfit. "I'm not here to start a fight. Just... curious." Her eyes flicked over Nate like he was on the menu. "Didn't know you had such cute taste in humans."
"Back off," Kyra snarled, sitting up and gripping Nate's arm possessively. "He's mine."
"Oh?" Groudon's grin widened, her sharp teeth flashing. "Funny… I don't see a ring on his finger. Maybe he's still available?"
"Excuse me?!" Kyra's voice rose, her fingers digging into Nate's arm. "You think I'm gonna let some overgrown land lizard lay a claw on my boyfriend?"
"I dunno," Groudon teased, stepping even closer. "I'm feeling pretty generous. Maybe if he's a really good boy... I'll share."
"Share?" Kyra's voice dropped an octave, her crimson eyes glowing like hot coals. The air around her shifted, and the moisture in the air thickened unnaturally. The once-calm ocean surged as distant waves began to rise higher and higher. The beach trembled as cracks began to slither across the sand.
"You just pissed off the ocean itself," Nate muttered.
"Oh no," Groudon said dryly, rolling her eyes. "Big scary water queen is mad."
Before Groudon could say another word, Kyra wrapped her arms around Nate and yanked him into her chest, practically smothering him in her soft, damp curves. Her tail coiled tightly around his waist like a serpent. "He's mine," Kyra hissed possessively. "Mine, mine, MINE. And if you think I'm letting some scaly volcano-troll touch him, I'll turn this entire beach into the bottom of the ocean."
The wind howled as towering waves swirled in the distance, rising high enough to blacken the horizon. The entire sky shifted into a deep, unnatural gray, and the sound of distant thunder rumbled. Kyra's grip tightened around Nate's chest as if she were claiming him with her very presence.
Groudon's smug expression faltered slightly, her gaze shifting from Kyra to the rapidly worsening weather. "...Alright, alright," Groudon grumbled. "You win. But I'll be around, Nate," she said with a wink. "If you ever get bored of being dragged into deep water…" She turned, heat rippling off her back like waves from a furnace, before disappearing into the fading haze.
As soon as Groudon was gone, Kyra's tight grip on Nate didn't loosen. In fact, her hold became even tighter. Her arms wrapped firmly around him, her tail curling protectively across his lap. Her face buried itself in his neck, and she let out a low, almost growl-like whimper.
"You're not allowed to talk to her," Kyra muttered. "Ever."
"Kyra…" Nate wheezed, still half-smothered. "I can't breathe."
"Good," she huffed. "If you die in my arms, she can't have you."