<blockquote><div><cite>sansuki wrote:</cite>Cyra regards the centaur with a blank look, then looks at Aiyaka and is about to say something when the first dangling feet brush against her lips; although the kari shivers, she also takes a step backwards and away from the others. "I will pass," she says politely but firmly. "It has been a long day, and I..." she debates the proper words, "...have a headache."<br/><br/>She looks sidelong at Vesele, and then back to the centaur and the kitsune already intertwined- "I believe I can trust the three of you to not do anything I would not enjoy, rather than keep watch over you until you all collapse from exhaustion." She rolls her neck, looking at the sun- still enough over the horizon. "I am going to go hunting," she states; no sense sleeping with an empty stomach. With that, the kari laboriously turns around on her crablegs, and then strides off into the woods to better find something to eat.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>It doesn't take long for Cyra to stumble across a moonlit pool. Within reclines a frimbo... a frog-skinned girl, not known for their intelligence, or prowess in battle, but very voracious. They're expert shots with their long, sticky tongues, and their saliva contains a natural shrinking magic. A cloud of no more than a dozen fairies flits about the pond, their buzzing highly agitated. None are larger than their 'natural' size of a foot or so tall, their enlargement magics counteracted by the frimbo's sticky kiss. As you watch, one darts away... and the frimbo's long tongue darts out, stickily gripping her. Her high, piping screams and the desperate buzzing of her wings avail her not-at-all, as she's almost leisurely drawn into the frimbo's gaping maw.<br/><br/>"Urp," says the frog-girl, as the other fairies alternately scream and weep. On closer inspection, the frog-girl's stretchy, thin-skinned stomach can be seen to be bulging and squirming with the beating of tiny fists...