<blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>"It's a weird feeling," replied a voice from one of the minis in a dazed tone. "But yeah, I'm fine, keep going. I'm glad I taste good!" she giggled. </div></blockquote><br/><br/>OOC: Each Rayn can only feel what's happening to them. They won't be able to sense what happens to each other until they rejoin as one. I'll asume that it was the half eaten one who answered.<br/><br/>"Good!" She dipped the top half of the wolfess in the sauce, popped her in her mouth and swallowed. Ptricia brought out a tray and several other bowls with dips, hoi sin, garlic butter that was somehow staying warm, ketchup, mint sauce, and a set of diving boards. "Pool's open!"<br/><br/>The Rayns who used them found their taste buds were in perfect woking order, and the dips were very tasty. Ptricia found _them_ very tasty, plucking them from the sauce and nomming them. The Rayns each found out that when she bit into their crotches, they each experienced a massive orgasm. After Ptricia had eaten about 40, in about 10 minutes, she held up a hand. "Okay, let's try something else... actually, I should show you something about your bodies."<br/><br/>She swapped around the dips for a chopping board, and a wide knife. Picking out one Rayn, she laid her down and sliced off her legs, then did an expert fast chop, the tip of her knife barely leaving the surface of the board as it moved along. In a few seconds, the wolfess was reduced to a set of thin steaks from crotch to armpit. Ptrica slid them apart, to show the others.<br/><br/>"As you must have figured, you do have an internal anatomy, complete with body cavities, but it's not actually functional. Basically, you're breathing out of habit, and while you can chew, taste and swallow, you won't be able to digest. Oh, I figured you might all be hungry, so you can have the steaks. As long as I eventually eat you, it'll all end up in the same place." She munched the legs while they got the rest then finished off the head and shoulders.<br/><br/>She brought out a cellophane wapped package, which she opened to reveal a sheet of pressed rice, backed by a sheet of pressed seaweed. "Okay, time for nigiri. Do I have any volunteers?"