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You wake slowly, consciousness drifting back like surfacing from deep water. For a blissful moment you forget where you are, what you are—and then you shift and feel the weight of your tail, the flutter of your neck frill, the sleek smoothness of your skin.

Fuck yes.

It wasn't a dream. You're still Vaporeon, still in this perfect streamlined body that actually feels right. You stretch languidly, webbed paws flexing, tail fin spreading wide before curling back in. The movement is instinctive, natural in a way your human body never was.

And then your mind drifts back to that slit. That gorgeous, sleek genital slit that houses everything internally. Your paw is already traveling down your belly before you've fully decided to explore again.

You trail your digits over the smooth expanse, feeling the subtle seam. With deliberate pressure, you trace along it, feeling where the lips meet. They part slightly under your touch and you press more firmly, one webbed digit slipping between them.

The interior is warm, slick with natural lubrication. You explore carefully, feeling the texture—smooth muscle that grips gently at your probing digit. You curl it slightly, searching, and find a firmer presence deeper inside. Your cock, tucked away and protected.

You work another digit in, spreading the slit open wider to get a better angle. The lips stretch beautifully, revealing pink interior tissue that contrasts with your pale blue exterior. You can feel yourself starting to swell, blood flow increasing as arousal builds.

There.

With careful manipulation, pressing and coaxing, you feel it beginning to emerge. The tip first—tapered and smooth, distinctly not human. It's a gorgeous pale pink, sleek and hydrodynamic even in this state. You keep working your digits around it, helping guide it out of its sheath.

More of your length emerges, sliding free of the protective slit. It's fucking beautiful—smooth, tapered, with a slightly curved shape. No external balls to get in the way, no awkward human design. Just elegant cetacean anatomy doing exactly what it's designed for.

You wrap your paw around your cock and moan. The sensation is intense—this new anatomy is sensitive in completely different ways. You stroke experimentally, webbed digits providing texture you've never felt before. The lubrication from inside the slit coats your length, making each stroke smooth and slick.

Your other paw braces against the bed while you work yourself with increasing confidence. The pleasure builds differently than it ever has—deeper, more full-bodied, right in every possible way. Your tail thrashes slightly, fins spreading and curling with each surge of sensation.

You pick up the pace, paw working your tapered length from base to tip. Pre beads at the pointed end and you spread it with your paw, adding to the slickness. The contrast of your blue paw against pink cock is gorgeous, alien, perfect.

"Fuck, yes," you gasp out, voice different—still yours but changed, more melodic. Even that feels right.

Your hips buck into your paw, body responding on pure instinct. Every stroke confirms what you already knew: this is what you were meant to be. This body, this anatomy, this form.

The pleasure crests and you stroke faster, chasing that peak. Your neck frill flutters rapidly, tail curling tight, free paw gripping the sheets. And then you're coming—hard—your cock pulsing as you paint your belly with streaks of cum.

The orgasm rolls through your entire body, more intense than anything you've experienced in human form. Your anatomy pulses and throbs in your paw while you ride out every wave.

Finally you collapse back, panting, completely spent. Your cock begins to retreat, sliding back into that protective slit until you're smooth and sleek once more. You run your paw over the area, feeling it sealed up neatly.

You could fucking cry from how right this feels.