The gang was spending a sunny day on the beach—or at least most of them were. Gwen was reclining on a beach chair, a novel in her hands, while Max tinkered with a device on the chair beside her. Lucky, meanwhile, sat far from the shoreline, his wary eyes glued to the waves, while Ferox was nowhere to be seen.

The beach was serene, waves gently lapping at the shore and seagulls crying out above, but it was far from peaceful for everyone. Gwen reclined on her beach chair, sunglasses perched on her nose as she held her book aloft. "Ah... it's so nice to finally get a little peace and quiet," she said with a content sigh. "I can finally catch up on my summer reading."

Next to her, Max was tinkering with a strange gadget on his chair, his brow furrowed in concentration. He glanced up briefly, responding, "Although, I can't help feeling it's a little too quite."

Their quiet was abruptly shattered by a panicked scream.

"AAAHHHHH!"

Both Gwen and Max turned their heads in the direction of the noise, spotting Micheal being forcibly dragged behind a large rock by Jen. Her grip on his wrist was firm, and her expression teetered somewhere between adoration and mischief.

"Should we, uh, help him?" Gwen asked hesitantly, lowering her book as she watched the scene unfold.

Max glanced over, a knowing smile spreading across his face. "Nope," he said with a chuckle. "That's how your grandmother and I became one, you know. She was a fiery one, too." He leaned back with a proud grin, reminiscing.

Gwen raised an eyebrow, her face scrunching up in mild discomfort at Max's comment. With a sweatdrop forming, she decided it was better not to dig any deeper into that particular memory. Instead, she shrugged, picked up her book, and went back to reading, while the sound of Micheal's protests faded into the background.

Behind the towering rock, Jen finally stopped, her grip on Micheal's wrist still firm. With a mischievous smile that danced on the edge of insanity, she gently cupped Micheal's face, tilting his head up to meet her gaze.

Seeing his outfit, her lips curled into a sweet yet unsettling smile as she whispered, "Darling, I'm feeling a bit thirsty." Micheal instinctively backed against the rock, his nervousness palpable. "Was meinst du, Jen?" (What do you think, Jen) he asked cautiously.

Jen leaned closer, her breath warm against his cheek. "I mean," she said, her voice dipping into a honeyed tone, "I have a thirst... only you can fix." Her green eyes softened momentarily, but as she blinked, hearts formed in their place.

Jen placed her hands under her chest as she arched forward slightly, she puffed up her chest even more. Her green eyes locked onto Micheal's making it hard for him to look away. A mischievous smile curled her lips as she purred, "Or... do you want to take the reins, my da~r~ling?"

Her voice dipped into a sultry whisper as her warm breath brushed against his ear, she leaned closer, her body mere inches from his, the heat of her presence enveloping him. Micheal's back pressed firmly against the rock behind him as he scrambled for composure, his cheeks flushing faintly.

"J-Jen..." Micheal stammered again, his voice caught between panic and something else entirely. He tried to avert his gaze, but his eyes betrayed him, landing squarely on her swimsuit—a striking piece that clung to her figure in a way that left little to the imagination. The way it perfectly accentuated her every curve made his heart race, much to his frustration.

Jen noticed his wandering eyes immediately, her green orbs gleaming with delight as a playful, knowing smile spread across her lips. She leaned in closer, her voice dipping into a sultry purr. "Darling," she whispered, the word dripping with seduction as her warm breath tickled his ear. "You don't have to just watch."

Micheal instinctively tried to push her away, his hands lightly resting on her shoulders, but before he could fully react, Jen leaned in and pressed her lips to his. The kiss was firm yet teasing, leaving him momentarily stunned. As she pulled back, her eyes were half-lidded, sparkling with an intense, almost hypnotic energy.

Micheal instinctively tried to push her away, his hands lightly resting on her shoulders, but before he could fully react, Jen leaned in and pressed her lips to his. The kiss was firm yet teasing, leaving him momentarily stunned. As she pulled back, her eyes were half-lidded, sparkling with an almost hypnotic energy.

"Darling," she purred, her voice dripping with desire as she leaned in even closer, her breath warm against his ear. "I want you to dominate me," she whispered, her tone both playful and serious, the weight of her words sending a jolt through him.

Something inside Micheal snapped as he yelled, his voice sharp and commanding, "JEN! CONTROL YOURSELF!" His hands gripped her shoulders firmly, shaking her slightly to snap her out her trance.

Jen froze, her breath hitching as her eyes widened in surprise. The hearts in her gaze flickered for a moment, replaced with confusion and the faintest hint of vulnerability. Her playful smirk faded, and she blinked rapidly, as if waking from a dream.

Jen's voice trembled slightly as she stammered, her cheeks flushed bright red, "D-Darling..." She couldn't look him in the eye, her hands nervously fidgeting at her sides. "We can... do what you want when we're of age," Micheal said softly, trying to reassure her.

A deeper blush spread across her face, and her hands subtly reached down, trying to hide the heat rising in her body. She nodded quickly, her voice barely a whisper, "Yes, Darling." Her gaze darted to the ground, unable to meet his. But, she couldn't shake the feeling inside.

Micheal, sensing her unease, gently cupped her cheek and kissed her forehead. "Ich weiß, dass du dir immer noch Sorgen um Kai und das, was passiert ist, machst, aber beruhige dich... wir werden klarkommen." (I know you're still worried about Kai and what happened, but calm down... we'll be fine) His words were warm, calming, and full of care. Jen nodded slowly, still feeling the lingering heat from the interaction.

"Ich gehe etwas essen, um mich zu entspannen," (I'll go get something to eat to relax) Micheal said, offering her a reassuring smile before heading toward the ice cream stand.

As Micheal stood in line for ice cream, Jen slowly retreated farther away, her mind racing with thoughts of him. Her heart pounded in her chest as the memory of his commanding tone played over and over in her mind. 'He was so forceful, so authoritative, so... attractive.' The overwhelming feelings coursed through her, sending heat rushing to her face and body. She sank to the ground, her emotions finally breaking free as she let out a shaky breath.

Her body trembled, her hands lowered. Her eyes turned into hearts, she opened her mouth as she began to drool thinking about him. She moaned out his name and the floodgates opened.

Meanwhile, Micheal had returned with the ice cream, a mint-flavored cone for himself and a villain-flavored one for Jen, knowing it was her favorite. He walked back to the spot where he'd left her, but she was nowhere to be found. A little confused, he scanned the area, his gaze drifting over the beach. Just then, he caught sight of a wave approaching with a surfer riding it.

Focus shifting, he realized it wasn't just any surfer, it was Ferox. The little creature was having the time of his life, wearing sunglasses and skillfully navigating the wave, completely at ease. Micheal's confusion turned into a smile as he watched the creature enjoy the waves, oblivious to the drama happening around the corner on the shore.

Micheal heard a faint noise and, as he turned towards it, Jen suddenly leaped out of nowhere, her face completely flushed. "Ah! Darling, you came back so quickly!" she said, her voice high-pitched and nervous. Her cheeks were burning with a bright blush, and she looked everywhere but at him.

Micheal raised an eyebrow, clearly curious. "Uhh, yeah, but what were you doing?" he asked, his tone unsure as he observed her odd behavior.

Jen quickly looked around nervously before stammering out, "I was just uhh, looking for a ribbon I accidentally let fall," she said, her words sounding unconvincing even to herself.

Micheal wasn't buying it, and as he stepped closer, he reached out and placed a hand on her forehead. "Jen, you sure you don't have a fever?" he asked, concern in his voice as he studied her flushed face.

Jen's blush deepened even more at his touch, and she took her ice cream, fumbling with it as if it could somehow shield her from his gaze. "N-no, darling, I'm fine," she stammered, taking a bite of the ice cream as if it would help her calm down, though her hands still trembled slightly.

Micheal shook his head, he gently the ice cream from Jen's hands. "You're too hot to not be sick," he said, without waiting for a response, he reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her along behind him.

Jen's face immediately turned an even deeper shade of crimson, her heart racing in a way she couldn't explain. 'My darling is being so authoritative today... It feels so good,' she screamed in her mind, her thoughts a swirl of excitement and pleasure.

As Micheal and Jen emerged from the beachside, Max glanced up from his spot with a knowing grin. "Micheal, one step closer to being a man," he said with a proud, almost fatherly tone.

Gwen, who raised an eyebrow at Max's comment. She was about to ask him what he meant when her gaze shifted to Jen. Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, clearly embarrassed. At the sight of Jen's reaction, Gwen couldn't help but raise an eyebrow even further, an amused smirk crossing her face.

It didn't take long for Gwen to misinterpret the situation, assuming that Max's comment had something to do with Micheal and Jen's closeness.

Max, meanwhile, seemed completely oblivious to the misunderstanding, still proud of the "progress" he thought Micheal was making.

Suddenly, they heard a screech. its wings slicing through the air as it screeched in a maddened frenzy. Micheal had quickly shoved Jen out of harm's way, narrowly dodging the bird's talons as they scraped the ground. The bird, having momentarily missed its target, hovered ominously in the air.

Suddenly, a screech echoed across the beach. A massive shadow loomed overhead as a giant bird swooped down, its razor-sharp talons aiming straight for the group.

Micheal reacted instantly, shoving Jen out of harm's way just as the bird's claws slashed through the air, missing them by inches. Both of them quickly rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack.

Ferox, his surfing session rudely interrupted, glanced around for anything he could use to transform. His eyes flicked between the sand, the sea, and the surroundings, but there was no metal in sight. Frustrated, he balled his fists. The giant bird shifted its focus onto Ferox, diving toward him with its sharp beak aimed at the small creature. But Gwen was faster, sweeping Ferox into her arms and leaping out of the way just in time.

Before Ferox could even react, the sound of a familiar voice echoed down from above, cutting through the chaos. "Hello there, Tennysons!" The voice was smug, almost mocking.

Micheal's eyes narrowed in recognition as he looked up. Perched atop the bird, dressed in his signature lab coat, was none other than Dr. Animo. "Animo? I thought we put you in jail!" Micheal called out, a bit of disbelief in his voice.

Dr. Animo cackled, an unsettling laugh that carried far across the beach. "Oh, my sweet little boy, you think jail can stop the genius of Dr. Animo?" His voice dripped with condescension as he twirled a small device in his hand. "I've just gotten started."

Jen's fists clenched in fury, her eyes blazing with anger as she saw the mad scientist interrupting her moment with Micheal. The rage that boiled within her was palpable, her grip tightening around the Omnitrix. "Going Stinkflt," she muttered under her breath, as she slammed her hand down onto the Omnitrix's dial.

In an instant, Jen's body shifted, transforming into a completely new alien.

"Another alien?" Micheal muttered, raising an eyebrow as he watched Jen's transformation. Jen glanced down at her new form with a mixture of excitement and curiosity. "Let's see what she can do," she said confidently, charging toward the massive bird.

But before she could make contact, the bird struck with incredible force, kicking her back effortlessly. Jen crashed to the ground, groaning in frustration.

"Nothing much, apparently," Venom's voice echoed from Jen's back as the symbiote emerged, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Dr. Animo and his monstrous bird now turned their attention to Micheal, their eyes narrowing as they locked onto him. Micheal sighed, clearly unimpressed by the situation. With a flick of his wrist, he activated the Ultimatrix, transforming into Ampfibian.

Micheal fired a powerful electric discharge at the bird, but it quickly soared high into the air, narrowly dodging the attack. Despite its evasive maneuvers, some of its feathers were scorched by the lingering electricity. Jen, now back on her feet, wasted no time and she charged at the bird, dodging its attempt to slam down on her, and delivered a punch but to no effect.

"I wanted an alien who could protect my darling, not this useless one!" Jen fumed, her frustration evident. As the bird's talons closed in on her, it grabbed her, lifting her off the ground. In a desperate bid for freedom, Jen reached out and grabbed a nearby rock, stretching her body as a clone materialized behind her.

"Another alien with cloning powers?" Gwen asked in surprise, watching as Jen's abilities unfolded. Micheal, seeing Jen in trouble, acted quickly. He fired another electric blast at the bird, hitting it square in the chest. The shock forced the creature to release its grip on Jen, sending her tumbling to the ground, safe for the moment.

Jen, now aware of her powers, concentrated and cloned herself, creating ten identical copies. The group of Jens charged at the bird and Dr. Animo, swarming them with their collective force. Each clone moved with precision, distracting the bird and forcing it to the ground. The bird, enraged, retaliated by slamming its sharp beak into one of the clones.

The clone screeched in agony, but what followed was far worse, the pain didn't just affect the one clone, it rippled through all the Jens simultaneously. Each Jen screamed out in shared pain as they felt the physical injury of their duplicate.

"I'm ending this now," Micheal declared, his voice resolute. He tapped the Ultimatrix badge on his wrist, and in a flash of light, he transformed into Ultimate Ampfibian.

Micheal raised his arm, a crackling charge building in his hands. With a swift motion, he fired a massive shock blast, sending the giant bird flying. The force of the blast sent the creature spiraling through the air, eventually knocking it unconscious as it crashed to the ground.

Animo, battered and bruised from the relentless assault, tried to scramble away, but Jen and her clones appeared before him, blocking his path. They were beyond furious, their anger palpable from the furious pounding they'd given the doctor. The clones kept attacking him non-stop for ten minutes, their strikes never relenting, their rage building with each blow.

The Omnitrix beeped, signaling the end of the transformation. Jen paused, her breath heavy as she looked at the ruined form of Animo, who was barely conscious.

A thought crossed Jen's mind, sending a shiver down her spine. "If I can feel pain from my clones... could I also feel pleasure?" Her eyes narrowed, her anger intensifying as she turned her gaze back to Animo. "YOU MADE ME WASTE SUCH A GREAT CHANCE!" she roared, stepping forward to deliver a final, crushing blow.

But before she could unleash her fury, Micheal stepped in, holding her back. "Jen, calm down," he said firmly, his voice soothing yet commanding. He grabbed her arm, pulling her close. The moment he touched her, Jen's expression softened, her anger melting away.

"Yes, darling," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath as she leaned into his touch, the overwhelming emotions of the past moments fading.

Micheal, led her away, his grip firm on her arm. "You guys can take care of him, right?" he called to Max, who was already inspecting the knocked-out Animo.

Max waved them off with a grin. "Yeah, you two enjoy your time!" he shouted, clearly amused by their departure.

Micheal nodded in response, pulling Jen along towards the Rust Bucket. Jen's blush deepened at the attention, her heart racing at his hold.

Jen's thoughts spiraled as she followed Micheal, his hand firmly gripping her arm. Her blush deepened, her heart racing with every step they took. 'If—If Darling's going to be more... forceful like this, I might actually die from pleasure,' she thought, her mind spinning with the endless possibilities.

Her body heated up, her imagination running wild as she envisioned all the ways Micheal's newfound authority could manifest. The sheer idea made her knees weak, and she struggled to keep her composure. 'Darling is so commanding today... Oh, the things he could make me do...'

Lost in her fantasies, she barely noticed Micheal glancing back at her. "You okay, Jen? You're awfully quiet," he asked, his tone laced with concern.

Jen quickly shook her head to clear her thoughts. "Y-Yes, darling!