The day had been long, and you were finally relaxing in your room, lying on the bed and watching the flickering images on the television. The quiet hum of the set was the only sound, a soft backdrop to your weary mind. The peace was gently broken by the sound of the bathroom door creaking open.

Mariah, your Blaziken partner, stepped into the doorway. Her powerful, avian frame was still damp, water droplets clinging to her red and yellow plumage. As an anthropomorphic Blaziken, she was the picture of tempered strength; her legs were incredibly wide and thick, built for powerful kicks, now covered in sleek, damp feathers. Her chest was full and heavy, a permanent change from her time as a mother, and it rose and fell with a slow, melancholic rhythm. Her shoulders were slightly slumped, and her gaze, while calm, carried a profound, lingering sadness.

Mariah:"The water is still warm... if you want to use it. I don't think I'll be needing anything else tonight."

Her voice was a soft, low cluck, tinged with a deep-seated weariness. She leaned against the doorframe for a moment, one hand absentmindedly tracing the old scars and stretch marks on her lower abdomen. Letting out a quiet sigh that made her heavy chest sway, she then pushed herself off and moved quietly towards her own bed, the formidable strength in her wide legs seeming to carry an invisible, burdensome weight.