<blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Ptricia. You have done so much for me. Someone like you could've let me rot and die. But you accepted me as a band. And moreover, a family. Thank you." Slipping his hands around Ptricia's large frame, he gave her a kiss on her nose. Slowly, he returned back to Ptricia's flank and sat down. "Oh, yeah. Ptricia? When I wake up, remind me to give you the best scritching of your life. Until then, goodnight everybody. And let me know when Paizu comes." His red eyes closing droopily with a smile on his face, his white and red-striped fur gleamed in the light. </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Ptricia blinked and shook her head at the sudden display of affection. Then when Reizu's eyes started to close, she exclaimed, "Now isn't that just like a guy. Get what you want from a girl, then turn over and go to sleep!"<br/><br/>The fact that she's grinning obviates the tart tone of her voice. She picks up the sleepy wolfeasel in her mantle 'hands' and carrys him over to the big bed.<br/><br/>"You know normally in consensual vore, I just suppress my digestion entirely, and regurgitate them later. He got very special treatment, but then that's the eternal question for a girl, isn't it, whether to spit or swallow." She''s quite clearly bantering to cover her relief that he's safe. She turns back to face Chris. "You know I..."<br/><br/>Suddenly her expression changes to  an uncomfortable one. There's a gurgle in her midriff. "Oohhh! That didn't feel so good. Uhhh..." She grimaces and stumbles slightly. "Not good at all."<br/><br/>At the bottom of the steps, she collapses to the floor, rolling over on one side with her forepaws clamped to her stomach. It's suddenly started bulging again, and something is moving underneath the fluffy white belly fur, lots of somethings... You're reminded of the scene in Alien, except this looks a lot worse.<br/><br/>"Arrggghh! No..." She's panting and her face is pale and sweating. "... that bastard... collar! Destroying it... didn't destroy the spell..." She starts pushing her prone form towards the sand box with scrabbling hind paws as, her tail lashes. "Attacking my... morphic field... tearing inside..." She punctuated her speach with a feline yowl of pain. "Get... to sand... use power of... stone!"