Anita lets out another cry as her arms are swatted out from underneath her, her chest landing against the ground a bit roughly. She winces and lets out another whimper, gasping as Lyre drops a paw against her curved back, her hands laying at each side of her head. She squirms around a little, though her mobility is severely limited, and tries to turn her head away from Lyre's tip. Anita finds she can't move very much though, and another gasp leaves her lips as she feels Syron's tongue begin to lick against her little hole, causing her to squirm around a bit more.