In that very moment , there was nothing more Ryla would have loved to do, than settle down in a nice, warm bed, stretch out, pull the covers up over her bloated belly, and let the symphony of gurgles and churns lull her into a blissful sleep. She could imagine it so clearly in her mind, the little smug smile on her face as she slept off her enormous meal, Xarces' handsome form and Odette's beautiful, busty body slowly but surely 'melding' together inside of her, her slow-acting but potent stomach acids breaking them both down little by little. As the hours ticked by, her stomach would lose all it's definition, turning into a perfectly round sphere of flesh that, as time waned on, would slowly shrink, growing more and more slender as every bit of those two delectable bodies was absorbed into her, no doubt further padding her chest in some form or fashion - but it was something she was perfectly willing to live with.<br/><br/>After all, it would be worth it.<br/><br/>Then again, she doubted she could even sleep - the feeling of those hands stroking against her sensative tummy was MINDNUMBING, and every time Xarces made attempts to activly stroke her belly from the inside, she couldn't help but jerk and flinch, her tails curling up on themselves as the overstimulation sends little sparks of absolute bliss shooting throughout her body. Ooohhhh by the gods themselves, why did her tummy have to be so sensative?! Why did it have to feel so GOOD?! Why, oh why, did her delicious dinner - no no...EMPLOYER - not stop it when he was making it sooooo difficult to resist the urge to digest him, and the chesty girl Odette who'd been unfortunate enough to end up as Ryla's prospective dinner.<br/><br/>"Hhhahhhh...Mmmmfffffffffff....y-yes, it's a promise! Mmmff, please stooop! I can't take it! Oooohhh gods, you're going to make me digest yooou! Stoooooop!" She whines cutely, pleading with her FOOD to stop making her feel good. Had she been visible, the sight would have been strange indeed - one rarely pleaded with their stomach, normally it was the other way around, with the food begging for their continued existance as anything more than tummy-goop.<br/><br/>Her mind was awash in pleasure, and it was so DISTRACTING...<br/><br/>...Not quite distracting enough, however, to keep her from seeing Misha's tumble from the rooftops. At first, it was only a glance out of the corner of her eyes. After all, the harpy had WINGS, and had already proven she could outfly Ryla any day of the week, even with her magical aid. Yet, something about the harpy's tumble was just...'off'. The way she struggled to right herself. The way the weight of her own belly seemed to prevent her from doing just that. With growing horror, Ryla realised...she was not slowing down. She was not flipping over and soaring off gracefully into the night. She was falling.<br/><br/>Fast.<br/><br/>"MISHA! WHAT'S WRONG?! I--"<br/><br/>Ryla never gets to finish her statement, before the Harpy hits the ground. The accompanying sound made her blood run cold, and she gasped loudly, her hands going up to her mouth "N-no...M...misha?! No!" Frantically flapping her own wings, Ryla soars over and half-drops, half-stumbles out of her dive, coming to rest on her knees beside the Harpy's battered form "MISHA?! Ohhh, oh gods. What do I do?! Oh geez. Misha!! MISHA! Come on, you're okay! You're fine, just a little tumble." Reaching down to grab her shoulders, she gives the harpy a little jerk. No response. None at all.<br/><br/>Ryla felt a sudden coldness settling into her heart. Misha wasn't moving. Wasn't breathing. Wasn't...living...?<br/><br/>No! It was just a little fall, after all! She'd be fine! She HAD to be!<br/><br/>Magic! YES! She'd gotten some of Xarces' magic inside of her body. Even now, she could feel the little tingle coursing through her bloodstream, filling her with the sensation of power. She HAD to have magic now. That's how this worked. It had to be how it worked.<br/><br/>In every story she'd ever been told, in every fantasy she'd ever read, in the last moments, the 'hero' laid his or her hands upon the broken body of their cherished comrade, and breathed new life into them. She was kinda a hero, right? She'd sorta saved Xarces. Kinda. She'd HELPED, she was...well, she was exactly where she was supposed to be! Helping! Doing the right thing, right? It made her as much a hero as anyone else. All she had to do was believe in it, lay her hands upon Misha, and just...let the magic FLOW into her!<br/><br/>It would work.<br/><br/>It HAD to.<br/><br/>Pressing her fingertips against the Harpy's midsection, Ryla closed her eyes and focused, strained with all her might. Somewhere inside of her, there was a damn of magical energy just waiting to be unleashed. Somewhere inside of her, there was her kitsune heritage, the magic she'd been denied all her life, ready and eager to show itself to the world, to make her an ACTUAL kitsune instead of a nine-tailed imitator. Her sisters had magical abilities. Both of them. She HAD to. Somewhere deep inside of her, she HAD to. She just had to want it bad enough.<br/><br/>She'd never wanted it more. Gritting her teeth, Ryla feels around in her very soul, waiting for something, ANYTHING to present itself. Nothing. Every muscle in her body strained, her mind swam with desire to fix her friend. Nothing. But she wanted it so BADLY.<br/><br/>Nothing.<br/><br/>"No...nooooo! Misha! Oh pleasepleaseplease...you're the only friend I've got here!  Come on, you saved me from the pirates! You...you've gotta be okay. Pleeease, Misha! You're fine! Just say you're fine!"<br/><br/>Nothing.<br/><br/>"Nooooooooo!" Ryla felt little tears well up in her eyes. She'd only known the harpy for a couple of days really, but they'd grown close enough during that time. To go like THIS...no. It wasn't fair. She shoulda had magic, should have been able to HEAL her. Fate wasn't fair. It wasn't FAIR. Wait! There was Xarces! HE had magic!<br/><br/>"Xarces! XARCES!! Misha is hurt!! S-sorry, this might hurt."<br/><br/>((I hope this doesn't ruin the little scene we were having. <3 Just seems...well, Ryla would do this. x3 Someone dying is a big deal...of course, she doesn't realise Misha is too far gone to be helped yet. ))<br/><br/>Xarces suddenly feels the kitsune's stomach seize up around him, squeezing him  to tightly against Odette's form that it felt like it might very well break him then and there. Then, a slight 'ripple' beneath him...and soon enough, he's moving upwards, squishing into the tight, squeezing confines of Ryla's throat. Every bit as tight as her tummy, Xarces feels himself quite literally crammed upwards through a tight, fleshy tube that felt too small for even HALF of his body, much less all of him...but within a matter of seconds, Ryla is bent over and retching, coughing desperately in an effort to bring up the person who might be able to save Misha. Obviously, 'upwards' was not something she was experienced at all with - it brought to mind...would she have left him and Odette in there, together? Was that her intentions all along? It was hard to tell, but given how inexperienced she seemed to be in coughing up others...it was not too far fetched.<br/><br/>With another upheaval, Xarces feels his face once more exposed to the cool air of night, and with a rapicity that is almost alarming, his softened body is coughed up onto the cool rock below, right next to Misha - the harpy he'd met earler. A currently unmoving harpy.<br/><br/>Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, Ryla - with glimmering, tear-filled eyes - pleadingly says "S-sorry...mmff, not used to that. C-can you heal Misha? Please? She's my friend, please make her better! I tried, I can't do it! I tried so hard! Make her okay?!"