Prism sighed contentedly, tilting her head back and basking in the warm sunlight on the beach. She was a tall Dragonair morph, and a total babe to boot. Large, full, perky breasts barely restrained by a green bikini-top that matched the light mint-green of her long hair, left free and sparkling, half from the ocean spray and half from her own luminescence. Her eyes were a sparkling blue, matching the crystalline orb protruding from her collar bone, one of the more distinctive marks of her species. Her narrow waist was interrupted buy a matching green bikini bottom hugging her shapely hips and luscious legs. Her long, lithe tail poked out of her back just above the fabric, winding its way to and fro along the length of her legs, the twin crystals near the tip resting on her ankles.
Then again, that’s how most people would imagine the CEO of a company that produces various body-altering chemicals to look, isn’t it?
Suddenly, a shadow loomed over Prism. She blinked open her eyes and smiled, looking up at her visitor. It was her bodyguard, a ripped Charizard morph named Pyris. Again, he looked like what you would expect an employee of the company would look like, but Pyris didn’t like using the chemicals, instead wishing to rely only on his own strength. Despite this fact, he still remained friends with Prism, despite the output of her company, though their friendship was a strange one at times. He slid his sunglasses down his red-orange snout, revealing his blue-green eyes. “Don’t you think you’ve gotten enough sun, miss?” he asked, a slightly serious tone in his voice.
Prism’s eyes trailed up and down her visitor’s body, pausing ever so briefly at the simple black shorts he wore. (Shorts, not trunks. Charizard + Swimming = “Umm…. No.”) “You look good in those. I ought to extend Casual Friday to the whole week.”
Pyris gave her a bit of a frumpled look. Yeah, he liked her, but he was also very protective of her, epically with some of the religious and special-interest groups that were… nonplussed by her company’s product. “I think we should get going,” he said matter-of-factly.
Prism pouted, her snout cutely showing a little frown. “Aww… Come on. When was the last either of us had any fun?”
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