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You're still catching your breath, cum cooling on your belly, when you shift position and something clicks in your brain. The way your spine just curved, the flexibility you felt when your tail curled during orgasm...

Wait.

You sit up slightly, testing your range of motion. Your Vaporeon body bends in ways that would've been impossible before—your spine is more serpentine, designed for navigating through water with liquid grace. You curl forward experimentally and your muzzle easily reaches your lower belly.

Your heart rate picks up again. If you can reach there...

You need to test this. Your paw traces down to your slit again, already familiar with coaxing your cock back out. The lips part easily under your webbed digits and you work yourself with practiced motion now, feeling your length beginning to emerge.

The tapered pink tip slides free first, followed by more of your shaft. You stroke yourself until you're fully hard again, cock standing proud from that sleek slit. And then you curl forward.

Your flexible spine bends beautifully, neck arching down as you bring your muzzle toward your own cock. The position that would've been awkward and uncomfortable as a human is easy like this—natural, even. Your body is designed for this kind of flexibility.

The tip of your cock brushes against your nose and you inhale sharply. You can smell yourself—that distinctly aquatic musk, clean and oceanic. Your tongue darts out experimentally, tasting.

Fuck.

The flavor is different from anything you've experienced—slightly salty, with that same oceanic quality. But more importantly, you feel it from both ends. The wet heat of your tongue on your sensitive cock, and the smooth texture of your shaft against your taste buds.

You open your muzzle wider and take the tapered tip inside. The dual sensation makes you moan around your own cock—the tight wet heat engulfing your length while simultaneously feeling yourself filling your mouth. Your tongue works over the smooth shaft, tracing the gentle curve.

You take more, working your way down your own length. Your lack of gag reflex surprises you until you remember—Vaporeon anatomy, designed for swallowing prey whole underwater. Your throat opens easily and you take yourself deeper, muzzle pressing closer to your slit.

One paw braces against the bed while the other cups underneath your slit, adding pressure and sensation. You start to bob your head, fucking your own mouth with slow deliberate motions. Each movement sends dual waves of pleasure—giving and receiving simultaneously.

Your tongue works constantly, sliding along the underside of your shaft, curling around your length. You can taste your own pre beading at the tip, slightly sweet and salty. The flavor makes you work harder, taking yourself deeper, faster.

Your tail thrashes behind you, fins spreading wide with pleasure. The neck frill flutters rapidly as you work yourself toward another peak. The flexibility makes this effortless—you can maintain this position for as long as you want, no strain, no awkward angles. Just pure pleasure.

You hollow your cheeks and suck, adding suction to the mix. The sensation is overwhelming—your cock throbs in response and you feel it from both ends. You're moaning continuously now, the vibrations traveling down your shaft.

Your free paw slides between the lips of your slit, finding where your cock emerges and pressing against the sensitive area around the base. The additional stimulation makes your hips buck involuntarily, fucking deeper into your own throat.

You can feel your orgasm building fast—that deep full-body sensation that's so different from your human experience. You suck harder, head bobbing faster, tongue working frantically over your throbbing length.

When you cum, it hits hard and sudden. Your cock pulses and the first shot hits the back of your throat—you taste it immediately, warm and thick. You pull back slightly so the rest paints your tongue, coating your mouth with your own release. Some escapes past your lips, dripping down your muzzle and onto your neck frill.

You keep sucking through the aftershocks, milking every last drop until your cock finally starts to soften. Only then do you release yourself, letting your spent length slip from your mouth. It retreats quickly back into your slit, leaving you smooth and sleek once more.

You collapse back onto the bed, panting hard, cum coating your tongue and smeared across your muzzle. You lick your lips, tasting yourself, savoring it. Your webbed paw lazily wipes at the mess on your face but doesn't really clean it—you're too exhausted and satisfied to care.

This body is perfect. The flexibility, the anatomy, the sensations—everything just works in a way your human form never did. You curl up, tail wrapping partially around yourself, absolutely spent.

Sleep pulls at you hard. Your last coherent thought before unconsciousness takes you is a drowsy hope that you'll remember to clean your face when you wake up.

But honestly? Right now you don't give a fuck. You're too content, too satisfied, too fucking right in this body to care about anything else.

Your eyes drift closed, a small satisfied smile on your cum-streaked muzzle.

Perfect.