<blockquote><div><cite>Reizu wrote:</cite>Reizu moved from behind the dragon without looking back. "Bad choice, preyatti. In my language, that means prey. But a little warning, next time you show up around here trying to attack Chris or anyone else, my friend may not be so grateful."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Ptricia hauled the crazy dragon backwards away from Chris, beating her wings for added leverage as much as possible in the confined space. She was reared up, and almost matched the dragon's height, in not quite her mass. But more of Ptricia's weight was muscle, as she quickly proved.<br/><br/>"By Osiris! There's not going to _be_ a next time!" Her human eyes narrowed and the pupils within her emerald irises want cat slitted. "You had your chance to back down, blamanche butt, now you're going down!"<br/><br/>With a yowl like an angry wildcat and a shocking suddeness, she lunged forward, and the Becca's head and shoulders were suddenly inside Ptricia's mouth with the speed of a bullfrog engulfing an unwary mouse. There was an element of the sphinxes shapeshifting power here, as even the outsized human head of her sphinx form would not have a mouth wide enough to take it, and indeed you could see the dragon's body near the maw was squeezed and stretched like that of a cartoon character being pulled through a hole too small for it.<br/><br/>Ptricia lowered herself down, dragging the dragon with her. Her front was flat to the floor, but her hindquarters were high and her tail was lashing back and forth, and her wings were raised. Her outstretched paws were grasping the forepaws of the pink dragon, keeeping them inwards and tight against her flanks. Since the shoulders and much of Becca's upper arms were already inside, she had little choice in the matter. Ptricia was keeping up a steady pull as she walked upper and lower jaw down the pink body, slowly drawing it into her wide stretched maw.<br/><br/>Becca wasn't taking this lying down... well she was, since she was on the floor, but she wasn't going quietly. Her legs and tail were flailing wildly as she was sucked in, but it didn't do any good. She wasn't limber enough to bring legs or tail up far enough to strike at the sphinx.<br/><br/>The pace seemed to slow as Ptricia reached the dragon's truly impressive hindquarters, but after a few seconds, she shifted her grip to the drgaon's buttocks, and with a mighty heave, and a equally mighty gulp, she swallowed the mighty pink rear, leaving only the legs and tail, waggling more feebly now, sticking out of her mouth. She stood up and then sat back on her hindquarters, tilting her head back, and you could see the distension under the T-shirt covering her neck and chest. A few more swallows and the legs and tail vanished after the rest of the dragon, the bulge sliding down to her white furred stomach.<br/><br/>Ptricia dropped down into a crouch, ready to pounce, her eyes scanning back and forth, still cat slitted, tail still waving, and yowled softly. Looking into those eyes, just for a moment you saw something ancient and terrible, feral, but not mindless and wondered if you were next on the menu. Then she blinked, and her pupils were human. She straightened up and started spitting, but it was a spit of disgust, not that of an angry cat.<br/><br/>"Gah! Amon Re on a sunny day, that was foul!" She rounded on Chris. "You owe me big time mister! Next time one of your psychotic ex-girlfriends comes along to eat you, could you make sure she showered sometime this _century_? I'm going to need a 55 gallon drum of industrial strength mouthwash to get that taste out of my mouth... Or some of Reizu's toast..."<br/><br/>She turned in her own length, starting to sing something along the lines of, "I'm gonna wash that girl right outta my mouth, I'm gonna wash that girl..." She was examining the place where she'd dropped the toast, but it was no longer there. Then she seeemed to realise something, and turned her head to look backwards at a raised back paw. Her expression as she examined the monomolecular layer of syrup and cinnamon toast that coated it where she'd trodden on it during her leap, was utterly pitiful.