As Reizu starts scritching, Ptricia's back legs stretch out and bicycle a couple of turns.<br/><br/>"Mmmm! Yes... Just like that..." The sphinx's eyes are half lidded, and she has a blissful expression on her face. After some time, a low, deep rumble stirs within her, not loud but penetrating, and somehow soothing. Ptricia is purring.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>[Reizu] resumed scritching in the shoulders while coughing up a knife. "SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND!! God, I've always wanted to say that. We are familia."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>The purring stops when Reizu pulls out the knife. "If you want to do something useful, stop waving that pointy metal behind my back, and keep scritching." She releases Chris temporarily, and pats at some buttons on the tablet PC remote. The lights dim, and the TV switches off. Then she puts her forepaw back where it was.<br/><br/>With tranqulity restored, this domestic scene continues until there's a chiming sound. Ptricia reluctantly releases Chris, again and taps on a new area of the remote control.<br/><br/>"Magical Bakery Delivery Service. I have your order."<br/><br/>Ptricia levers herself up, and says, "I'll handle this." She pads over to an obelisk, does something, and the doors at the top of the gantry open. A sleek, black clad figure drops from the gantry, landing lightly, only to be pounced by the sphinx, who lands over the figure, grabbing the black cloth in her mouth, and shaking it like a rag doll, ending with flipping it up in the air.<br/><br/>The figure doesn't seem phased, spinning in midair to come down neatly straddling the sphinx's shoulders. It's a female, something the voice already suggested, and now it says, "Feel now the power of 1000 years of ninja history with the ancient sphinx defeating technique I just made up. Petting-justsu, 'Tickle her till she purrs!'"<br/><br/>All this time, Ptricia is doing a good impression of a mechanical bull in a china shop, while the ninja rides her like a cowboy. When the fingers go in behind her neck, the sphinx freezes. "Oh, no... wahahahaha! Oh, ah, hahaha, oh, stop, no, gahh... rrrrrrrrr!" She staggers, collapses on her belly and giggles helplessly, interspersed with loud purrs. She slaps one forepaw on the ground, and the ninja lets up.<br/><br/>"Okay, Kuroni. I give!" exclaims Ptricia. She turns up the lights as the ninja slides down and pulls back her facemask, revealing a cute if slightly chubby tanuki girl with a big striped tail. She looks over at the two on the lounger, and the dispaced bolsters.<br/><br/>"Two at once? That's not your usual style. Getting greedy in your old age?"<br/><br/>Ptricia blushed to the roots of her hair. "Hey, it's not...! I mean! Look, they're members of a rock band I just joined. We were just getting comfortable... akk, no..."<br/><br/>The tanuki giggled. "A 'rock band', oh  a group of musicians, Andalun has explained about them, like 'The Beatles'? What about that pegasus-anthro you were seeeing last time I was here?"<br/><br/>Ptricia calms down and shrugs. "Close enough, and he's old news. Showed him the gullet ages ago."<br/><br/>"Huh? I thought you were fascinated by him."<br/><br/>"So was he, that was the problem! He seemed so nice when we met at that mythics mixer. Oh, he was a very tasty piece of horse flesh, and hung like a stallion, obviously, and it was always a lift that I had someone to go flying with, but after a bit, a girl wants more."<br/><br/>"I thought he was a good listener."<br/><br/>"He was a good faker. I know I tend to ramble at times, and it was great to have someone who was there to talk to, but all the time, he was actually wrapped up in narcicistic contemplation of his own awesomeness, only paying enough attention to prompt me on occasion. I just didn't realise it at first."<br/><br/>"So what tipped you off?"<br/><br/>"Well, it wasn't that. I came home from a security job early, and found him in my bed with a unicorn filly. The pair of them were trying for an Alicorn, from what I could see."<br/><br/>The tanuki winced. "Owww! So you showed him the stomach?"<br/><br/>"Damn straight! We played with a litle partial swallowing before, but this time it was straight down, with teeth. Oh I reformed him, eventually, but only so I could have the fun of booting him off the fire escape with his wings tied."<br/><br/>"What about the unicorn?"<br/><br/>"Actually she was madder than me when she found out he'd been two-timing. She had me hold him down while she... Unicorn horn, long, sharp, and capable of healing almost any damage instantly. The things she did with hers..." It was Ptrica's turn to wince. "It made me eating him afterwards seem like a mercy. Still, she was quite nice, once we'd gotten rid of our mutual problem. How about you? You mentioned Andalun, that red dragon that took my order? You and him still together?"<br/><br/>"Oh yeah! More so every day! Morsel every day too!" Kuroni's eyes went distant. "He's big, sweet and easy going, and he has a really big... appetite. Never found anyone who enjoys my inanimate transformations so much. He's been a couch, a dragonskin rug, a red leather coat... Being a transformed being originally he's very maleable."<br/><br/>"And you?"<br/><br/>"Oh, I make it worth his while. He loves my taste, and I try to keep things spiced up." Her form shifts, and suddenly she's laid sans clothing out on a long steel spit, pushed in through her open mouth, and though her tail covers it, you're sure it goes all the way through. Her legs and arms are bound on to it.<br/><br/>Ptricia doesn't seem shocked at the sudden change, only thoughtful. "Spit roast! Now that takes me back to some barbeques we had... Hey, I've got a new cattle roaster."<br/><br/>The tanuki changes back, seeemingly unharmed by impalement. "Sorry, kitty lady, but I'm only on one person's menu from now on... more or less."<br/><br/>"That good is he?" Ptricia asked with a raised eybrow.<br/><br/>"Oh yes. He savours me, doesn't just see me as something to stuff in, or stuff in other ways." She sighed and looked dreamy. "Though I have no complains on that front either. And he's always ready to try new recipes. He's had me fried, boiled, chopped up in a stew... Just today I turned him into a meat grinder, so he could mince me. When he turmed back, he shaped me into a burger, I cooked myself, and he had me on a bun with salad and mayo. Something for both of us."<br/><br/>"A vorephile and an shapeshifting endosomatophile with a cooking fetish. Sounds like match made in heaven..."<br/><br/>"Oh yes..." Music started playing in the background. 'I've been dreaming of a vorish mate, and my happiness I will restate, for we make a couple oh so great, At eating dinner, he's no beginner, I've found a winner, my vorish mate!"<br/><br/>The music swelled to a coda, and Ptrica looked around as it faded.<br/><br/>"What the..."<br/><br/>Kunroni shifted forms to a ewe-anthro and smiled sheepishly. "Sorry. You havn't been doing magic have you? Andalun insuists we both take a potion of telepathy before he eats me, so he can make sure I'm alright. LIke i said, it's sweet. Unnecessary but sweet. Well, today I swallowed a potion of Disney's Irresistable Musical Number instead. I think I just had a relapse."<br/><br/>"Ohhhh... right. Yeah, we had a little magical mishap. Speaking of music, here's my new friends, my fellow band members. Chris and Reizu."