The lilypads tangle around your limbs from where you've fallen into the pond, water entering your lungs yet somehow you've yet to drown.
Though, perhaps it wasn't water, you realize as you surface, a soft pink muzzle visible before you. Something twitches around your head at your surprise, and magenta hair somehow doesn't feel soaked despite the fact you're in water.
A long tail emerges from the water, wiggling. Apparently it had formed a little late, though looks just as pretty as the rest of you in your opinion. Yes, this isn't too bad...