Shawn stepped into the anthro district of town with some trepidation. He’d seen anthros around town before, but they were rather rare outside of the spa, where he’d met many. Still, Patricia, who was standing in for Gretta while she took care of some personal business, had recommended a certain club in the area.
  While there wasn’t anything particularly taboo about a human wandering into the anthro district of town, as species relations were at an alltime high, he felt just a hair out of place as he walked by people with long muzzles, twitching ears and swinging tails as the evening set in and all the denizens of the area left their jobs and obligations to have some fun for the night.
  Still, most of his worry was unfounded, and besides a glance or two, no one paid him terribly much mind. The club took up the whole of one corner, a large black building with one massive word in glowing silver letters across the front: Embrace.
  There was a rather long line to get inside. Various furs milled about checking their phones and chatting animatedly as the bouncer, a large oxen fellow, let people in in bunches of two and three.
  When Patricia had recommended the place she’d given him a little card. It was black, but as he shifted it back and forth in a hand it shifted colors, like a square slick of oil, bits of blue and green and red flowing across its surface in the light. It simply read VIP in the same font as the club’s name. He considered not showing it to the bouncer, feeling a bit awkward about skipping so many people in line, but even as he walked down the sidewalk towards the Ox, the fur’s keen eyes spotted the card, and his choice in the matter was taken away.
  The Ox stepped aside and unclipped the black velvet ribbon, ushering Shawn forwards. The change in light from outside to inside made the doorway look dark and ominous, like he was stepping into the darkness.
  As it turned out, the door was not as dark as it themed, there was a curtain, so black in its fabric that it was almost invisible. He walked headlong into it, the softness and quality of the material giving him a start as he felt it suddenly across his skin, but it was so smooth that by the time he’d felt it, he was already through and into the club proper.
  Whatever the material had been it also blocked the sound from the club pretty well. While it wasn’t as obnoxiously loud as some clubs he’d been to, it was far from quiet. Lights shifted across the dance floor as various furs, and some humans twisted and turned to a low, bass filled beat that made his stomach vibrate just slightly.
  The club was opulent, very modern in its style, the chairs were simple shapes, as was the bar. It was two stories by the looks of it, a lower dancefloor just under an upper one. Threaded through all of this, the dancefloor, around the bar, between various lounge chairs and seats, was a long band, perhaps some sort of modern art. It reached up to about Shawn’s thigh, and for the most part the dancer’s seemed to ignore it. Though it threaded its way right into the paths of dancers, which seemed like a hazard, no one seemed to actually touch it, they all pointedly changed their destination before running into it.
  Shawn walked deeper into the club proper, looking around and noticing the general motif, black, was the order of the day. It was occasionally broken up by streams and accents of white light, across the top of the bar, along the sides of the dance floor, along the backs of seats. It gave the whole place a larger feel than what it probably actually had. It was so black in places it was hard to tell where the walls and floor ended, like looking outside on a moonless night.
  Not quite feeling confident enough to tackle the dance floor just yet, Shawn navigated his way to the bar, which was helmed by a large bobcat woman in a dark pantsuit, who smiled at him as he approached.
  “Ooooh a new VIP, did Pat send you?” She asked, grabbing a martini tumblr and shaking a drink together as she spoke.
  “Pach-” Shawn paused. “I mean, Patricia?....Yeah, she did actually.”
  The bobcat chuckled. “Yeah, she’s always good for sending a cute fellow or two our way.” She leaned down, resting her elbows on the table to get down to Shawn’s level, which was good, Shawn hadn’t noticed just how tall she was, but her bulk easily made her ten feet tall and quite wide to boot, she grinned toothily. “First time at a club in the fur district?”
  Shawn blinked. “Is it that obvious?”
  She nodded. “You’re not staring at any of the humans, and you never look at the ears, only the eyes. Means you’re not quite used to readin’ fur body language.” She shrugged. “Anyway, as a VIP drinks are on the house…” Her eyes flashed with something Shawn couldn’t read. On her advice he looked at her ears, which seemed to twitch every now and again, though what that meant he didn’t know. “And it means you get to meet the matron of this club…”
  “Matron?...O-oh I didn’t know that, she just told me to show it to the bouncer.”
  “Yeah...not great on the finer details, is she? Anyway…” She reached under the counter and returned with a martini glass filled with a dark liquid and a single stalk of what looked to be lavender or some other such flower jutting from the side. “Have this, hun, it’ll loosen you up a bit. Why don’t you take a seat over there?” She nodded towards the odd installation that wound its way around the dancefloor. “The matron will let you know when she wants you, trust me, you’ll be well aware…” Her grin grew at the corners, and her ears swiveled slightly, a pleased expression if Shawn remembered his experiences with cats.
  “Oh...alright, thank you.” He nodded to her. “I’m Shawn by the way.”
  “Becky. “She reached out a hand to and he shook it, her massive, padded paw infolding his the way his own hand might a small child’s. “Enjoy your time at Embrace.”
  Shawn took the drink from her other hand and walked where she’d bid. He looked around and saw all of the other dancers and club goers around the area avoiding the installation, but he figured it was perhaps only for VIPs.
  He noticed that it had the same sheen as his card did, like oil in sunlight, so that would make sense. Taking a sip of his drink he turned and sat, the odd material sinking slightly under him. It was soft, yet firm, smooth and cool under his rump as the drink slid down his throat. It tasted smooth, a hint of lavender behind an odd tang he couldn’t quite place. It filled him with warmth as it made his way to his stomach, a slight haze settling over his awareness.
He watched the dancers, some of whom gave him a few glances, though their expressions were unreadable. On the dance floor deers danced with bears, foxes with rabbits and wolves with humans. It really made for a rather interesting thing to watch, and as the buzz settled into the back of his head and the warmth filled his belly Shawn let his mind wander a bit to the simple pleasure of being among people having a good time.
The peace, however, was broken by a sudden shout.
“Hey!”
Shawn turned his gaze towards the far end of the dance floor. A rat fellow grabbed the wrist of a mouse girl and was holding it firmly though she struggled to get away. “What are you doing dancing with this guy?” He nodded his head towards a badger who looked unsure what to do in response to the sudden attention.
“I-I can dance with who I like”! The mouse asserted, trying to pull her wrist free but failing.
“No, you dance with ME.” The rat’s words were slightly slurred, it was obvious he was drunk. Shawn thought about standing up and trying to help, but the badger beat him to it, stepping forwards in an attempt to end the conflict. The rat was faster however and backhanded him, sending him stumbling backwards. “STAY OUT OF THIS.”
It was then that things changed. The music stopped and the club went silent. All eyes turned to the drunken rat as the badger nursed a red spot just under his fur from where he had been slapped.
“Yeheheheh, that’s what you get!” The rat was too drunk to notice the sudden shift, he was elated by his momentary victory. Shawn, however, did notice the shift.
His seat moved. The entire ‘Installation’ began to move, oozing and pouring around the dance floor. It’s oil like sheen of shifting colors was suddenly more apt than Shawn had at first assumed. He leapt up with a start, turning to see his shifting seat. The light of the club had been hard to get used to, when he’ first walked in his eyes hadn’t adjusted, but now that he’d had some time to sit and observe, he could make out the finer details. In the bands of blue black that shifted with bits of green and white, like the inside of a pearl, he could see unmistakable diamond patterns. The hiss of a low, feminine voice joined the subtle shuffle of those diamonds along the dance floor as Shawn’s mind, slightly addled, watched them advance on the rat.
He finally let go of the mouse’s wrist in shock. She scurried away as a thick length of serpent hit the rat’s back, herding him forwards into another as it closed in. They were haphazard yet graceful, every coil on the floor seeming to compact inwards, he was sandwiched between those two as more piled around his legs. He tried to push them away, but those thick muscular lengths were impossible to defend against.
Shawn had the feeling if they’d wanted to they could have simply overpowered him, but no, they no…. not they, she, let him push at them, her coils bending around his palms like cold tar, pouring around his attempts to shove them, being replaced by another length when he managed to push them downwards. Not an ounce of her strength was put forwards, but simply by bringing as much of herself as possible into the center of the room he was helpless. His arms pushed wrong and a scaled band thicker than his torso slipped over his forearms, pinning them under its girth. His hands stuck out from underneath against pale grey belly scales Shawn had been unable to see while the coils had been inert, fingers clenching and wiggling uselessly as scales shifted over the undersides of his paws, more and more agency taken away as they thickened.
He was simply...piled onto, around, a foot sticking out here, fingers straining, his neck and shoulders shifting and wiggling.
“L-let me go!” His bravado was gone, all that was left was fear at how thoroughly he’d been outclassed in a matter of seconds. The thickest coil Shawn had seen, one of those that had reached up to his hip when he’d walked by, wound itself around the rat’s upper body, capturing him up to his cheeks in a single curl. His protests and cursing was cut short with a choking gasp as what little of his fingers could still be seen went rigid.
The hiss sounded again, and Shawn followed the sound this time. The upper floors of the club housed a window that overlooked the dance floor. Curtains, black as everything in the club seemed to be, parted and Shawn saw two deep blue eyes that shined with that same opalescence peered down at the rat with a predatory purr.
“Someone is interrupting my guests...that is most impolite…” The pile of coils shifted forwards, and Shawn saw that the seemingly endless walls housed a wide door that led into darkness. The rat was dragged towards this and his struggles redoubled. From his vantage point, staring, unable to look away, he saw the muscles in those coils stand out starkly with applied force. The ridges of serpentine spine became more defined as the rat’s cheeks bunched and his mouth was forced open into a comical little ‘O’ as his weak attempts to free himself failed. “I dislike impolite...Let me have a word with you…”
The captured rodent’s strength was nothing in the face of her, and he was dragged, struggling, coiled to near invisibility, into the dark. As he was dragged off the dance floor, the darkness beyond that door poured over those scales as they bunched and hugged tight around his form, their silk smooth forms an impossible weight around all of his body. The last of him Shawn saw were his darting eyes looking for some assistance that would never come before the dark consumed him the way those coils had. Those living, needy bonds tightened one last time, until he was little more than a snout poking out, and then that too was gone.
It took a moment. Then, to Shawn’s amazement, the music started up, and, with only minimal hesitation, the dancing began again, as though nothing had happened.
  Shawn stared, slack jawed, even the low buzz of the liquor he’d ingested didn’t dull the surprise. “What?...was that?” He managed.
Becky walked by holding a tray in one massive paw, she smirked at him as she walked past. “The matron of the bar…” Shawn was almost knocked over as she gave him a slap on the rump. “Good luck, tiger, she’ll probably request you in a minute or two…”
Shawn’s face blossomed red at the smack. He watched her go onto the dance floor delivering drinks to a few tables, her enormous frame easily passing through the crowd like an icebreaker ship through the north pole.
He was interrupted from this observation as his former seat pressed warmly against the backs of his thighs, the sudden pressure pushing him off of his feet to sit on it once again. Now that he knew it was living he noticed things the liquor had probably made him miss earlier when he’d first sat down. He could feel the subtle shifts now that he was looking for them, the pulse of muscle as that enormous body adjusted itself back to resting, serpentine flesh giving under his body only by her grace. He’d seen, and knew all too well that that silky soft firmness could convert to a living vice at a moment’s notice as she so willed.
Despite this, everyone got back into the swing of things. Only one or two furs, and a few of the small amount of humans present seemed at all perturbed...he guessed that if this was their usual haunt, they might be well used to such things as that. The rat must have been new, not knowing what happened to those that broke the peace at the, quite aptly named ‘Embrace’.
He felt eyes on him, and looked up to those now closed curtains, remembering the deep blue eyes that had gazed out from that terrance just moments earlier. She may have noticed his gaze as the coil he was currently sitting on rippled against his rump in a gentle wave. Gentle flexes, along with the addling effect of his drink, made his heart rate from the earlier events slowly settle back into a more relaxed and steady beat. He took a few deep breaths and let the beat of the music rumbling in his belly and the gentle ministrations of his ‘Seat’ lull him a bit.
Time seemed to slow down, or maybe speed up, he noticed there were no clocks in the club. With how dark everything was, no windows and only a few doors, one outside and a few leading into darker recesses through which coils threaded, there was no looking out into the world beyond Embrace for some clue.
He watched the natural ebb and flow of the club, the bass like a heartbeat, until something tapped at his leg. He looked down to see a streak of black poking at his ankle, he traced it, progressively thicker as it went, into one of the dark recesses around the club. Before his eyes it slithered forwards, adding more of itself to support a slow curve into the air, almost like a second serpent on its own forming a classic ‘S’ in the air in front of him. It almost ‘Looked’ at him as it reached his height in moments, the shifting light of the club casting that oil-like sheen of green and blue and white along those shiney, near alien looking coils.
“O-oh…” He put two and two together, blushing and feeling the butterflies returning to his belly. “Is it time?”
In answer it slithered forwards, threading low around his beltline a smooth flow of black that flooded in around the top of his pants. It invaded his shirt lip to push itself against the rosy warmth of his belly in a slow roll of cool scale.
The shock of it made him shudder, dropping his drink. The slack of that coil formed a circle, and the wide rim of that glass slotted itself gracefully into the open space without pausing for even a second in its encroachment on his personal space. The martini glass spun in those coils, acting almost as a cog in the machine of her body as it fed thicker and thicker loops around his hips and into his shirt. He looked down, regretting wearing a slightly tighter T-shirt as was the style these days. He could see the shifting scales pressed through the fabric, lathering themselves against his tender belly.
He squirmed, trying to stay upright, his eyes straying back to the martini glass. The coil holding it upright, still turning, was already thicker than his thigh, yet the delicate, expensive glass seemed no more close to breaking at its center than it would sitting on the bar. The gentleness of such a massive mass of serpentine muscle and sinew was startling.
He worried his shirt would tear as the blunt end of the serpent’s tail stroked up through the neck hole of his shirt. The thickness of even this part of her was enough to make the gap in the fabric strain to contain it as it oozed out to curl a slow loop around his neck, possessive and gentle in its dominance. It curled around once before stroking his cheek, pressing his face up and smooshing around his shoulders like an airplane pillow.
Shawn no longer worried about his legs giving out, that coil supported him completely. His body spun once, his hips consumed in a massive turn of ink black scale. He was lifted bodily off the ground and pulled towards the darkness where she lay in wait. Before he was pulled beyond the light of the dance floor, the martini glass, now wound in a loop thicker than the whole of his torso, was lifted up onto the bar, where the coil opened wide enough to softly deposit it on the bartop.
Becky looked up from cleaning a martini tumblr and nodded. “Thanks Onyx.” She smiled that toothy smile of her’s. “Don’t be too rough with him, he’s cute.”
The coils around Shawn’s body tensed, enough to the point where the seam along the side of his tee shirt burst with an audiable rip.
With that he was ferried into the dark, the way the rat had gone, beyond the lights and views of the club and into the den of Onyx, the matron of Embrace…
Somehow, despite the club being so close, the moment that darkness flowed over him, almost like a thick liquid instead of the simple absence of light. Sound seemed to ebb, and the dark took over all of his senses besides touch. He could feel her coils shifting, the subtle straining tearing of his shirt against the flood of needy, soft snake flesh that pushed and pressed in against the warmth of his body underneath it. He felt suspended, almost as though he were floating in her grip. Time seemed immaterial again as he floated through the near abyss of the odd hallway, only her presence against his skin for company, its touch firm, soft, gentle and unquestionable.
Shawn blinked as the quality of light changed. It was still dark, but the darkness was backlit by pure white light that illuminated the darkness just enough for him to see.
The room was large, very large, he must have been upstairs, though he had no memory of going upwards. In its center was a couch of deep purple, which complimented the black of the room nicely, though the black of the room...moved.
The walls were black, so much so that it was hard to tell where she ended and they began. Onyx was massive. The coils that looped and laced themselves around that massive couch were thicker than it was, and the cushions were quite compressed from her attentions. They poured over the armrests, pooled into the center and dripped off the back of the opulent piece of furniture. Besides this one splash of color, always covered and uncovered in different places by her shifting coils, all was black.
From this darkness came her head, slithering over to his captured form with a slow smile. Her voice was smooth, like the stroke of a fountain pen across high quality paper, a perfect, precise swath of vibration across his ears.
“Greetings, my special guest for the evening. I am Onyx, as you may have well gathered…Welcome to my parlor…”
Said the spider to the fly…. Shawn completed in his head
She moved him deeper into the room, those blue eyes standing out starkly against those deep black scales. Her tongue flicked out, tasting the air, thick and dark purple in color, twin tines flickering gently through the air. He found himself sat on that couch, her coils parting like the red sea to either side of him. The material of the cushions was sinfully soft, opulent in its quality. He sank into it, and the coil wound about his body slowly retreated, dragging itself over his skin as though it were reluctant to leave, drawing out the motion, the slow hiss of scale through that now slightly tattered fabric audible in his ears. The tip of her tail slowly undulated back and forth, a gentle rub that left the newly freed skin tingling.
“I apologize for the forwardness, it is rare I get a human VIP. Not to say there’s anything wrong with furs...but you know…” She said, a gentle pour of implication at the edge of her voice. “Less between you and me than most of my guessssts…” The coils around him at either side of him shrank inwards, the couch creaking inwards. “Hard not to enjoy a rare treat, hmm?”
Shawn nodded, suddenly finding his voice. “I-it’s alright…” Something occurred to him. “S-speaking of furs, if you don’t mind my asking….Ms.Onyx-”
“Ooooh, Miss….aren’t you polite?...” She chuckled. “No need however, you can simply call me Onyx, the club scene is notorious for one word names and I will admit a slight proclivity towards it myself...Now, I certainly don’t mind you asking…” Her head arced in front of him, as her tail had in the main room only so….so much larger, keen, sharp eyes appraising. “I love a good question...As they say, we should speak while we’re able, hmmm?”
Shawn blinked at that comment, but continued. “Well...I saw that rat from the dance floor dragged back here...did you...kick him out?”
Her smirk grew. “No...perhaps the opposite of that….I do not take kindly to interruptions at my club...snakes are all about continuums, dear. A single unbroken flow…” Her coils rippled, a flash of that pearlescent light that danced along her ink black coils tan across the muscular surface of her body. “Anything that breaks that flow, must be corrected...and I, must have dinner…”
A particular coil shifted from the pile around him. It laid itself in his lap, thick enough to cover him almost up to his shoulders, his hands flying up just in time to miss being pinned, though now he had no idea what to do with them. They hovered awkwardly above the shining surface of those scales, placed just below his chin. He opened his mouth to say something before he felt...movement.
It wasn’t Onyx’s movement, everything she did had a kind of purposeful flow to it, a grace that it was almost hard to count as grace in that it seemed so effortless...no, this was a frantic, shuddery sort of movement. This wasn’t her...this was struggle.
Shawn looked down to see the scales of her body distend slightly with a bulbous vague shape, before another poked out at another point along her body...He hardly had to imagine the paws pushing at the dark, warm, wet prison beyond those scales.
He physically felt her body flex, an internal swallow of an endless throat, a contraction of those muscles that fueled her, and the still wriggling bulge was shuttled off of his lap and back into those shifting coils that made up the new home of the rat who’d dared to break her flow....
The last views of those bulbous impressions vanished into the folds of her body laying across itself in a thousand places. Shawn turned back to to Onyx and met her gaze, there was no further answer needed.
“Right….” She continued at a gentle purr. “So then let’s get started, shall we?”
Shawn’s voice came out higher than he’d intended. “S-started?”
The coils around him got closer, the one on his lap pressing inwards, the ones on the floor pooling around his legs as that S-like arc of her neck bent forwards, her lips filling his vision. “Well, I said I couldn’t resist touching you on the dance floor….but now that you’re here...there’s no reassssson…” Her tongue tasted along his cheeks, leaving streaks of wetness. “For me to resist at all….”
Shawn’s arms found themselves pressed down onto the coil on his lap by the ones at his sides folding inwards as Onyx watched her body bury him with the impassive amusement of someone who’s had everything before, but enjoys it nonetheless. He attempted to wiggle but found no avenue to do so.
The slight purple of the couch vanished as he, at its center, became the place every inch of her wanted to occupy. She was like ink dropped in water, sinuous and slowly filling the space around her inexorably, spreading herself over every inch of him she could. He looked down and where his legs had been, where the bottom of the couch had been, was simply a mass of scales. The weight of her scales pressed down on his arms, they were immobile in the utmost.
Her swanlike gaze, posed atop that near tree-trunk thick neck, poured forwards, as the rest of him was buried, there was one space that only one part of her body was important enough to occupy. Her neck curled around his, too wide to truly sit atop his shoulders, they too were consumed in black, silky, smooth muscle, his chin forced upwards as the gaze of her left eye settled close to his right. In moments he was totally buried within folds and curls of her body, his cheeks squished inwards as her tongue flickered outwards with a low coo. “So warm...but I think those clothes will have to go.”
Shawn wheezed as her coils tightened, her scales expanding with power, taking up more space, space Shawn was also trying to occupy. His already tortured shirt ripped to pieces from the sudden friction. She squeezed tighter, his pants needing more work, her coils pushing and pressing, invading in between his thighs and along his calves. Those coils, seemingly drizzled across his body, shifted in every which way he could imagine.
The pressure grew, Shawn saw spots, ther coils expanding with force to the point he was worried he might pass out. A rip sounded and his pants were turned to tatters under the force of her scales, his underwear riding low from the constant movement exposing his member to her touch.
He gasped, or tried to, and obligingly she loosened. Shawn slumped against that suddenly giving flesh, letting it cradle him as he caught his breath.
“Ooooh…” Her coils along his legs and lap sawed back and forwards in gentle soft, solicitous motions. “Someone’s excited, let’s do something about that, shall we?”
She tightened again, her coils spiraled and expanded once more, rubbing across his trapped manhood with those silk soft scales. Shawn grunted, and Onyx loosened just enough to let him draw breath...before she tightened again. Shawn moaned with that breath squeezed from his body, but before he could fully exhale, her body was loose and soft again...then hard, then soft, then hard, then soft. She milked his entire body in her coils, the expanding and contracting of muscle, the motion of coils across his cock with every change in pressure. Squeeze, release, squeeze release, spiral and squeeze, hard and firm, soft and cool as silk. It was a pattern that washed over his mind, and he could feel her jaw moving lightly as she purred out that calligraphy of a voice.
“Don’t worry, no one lasts very long...feel free…”
Squeeze...release….squeeze...release….A hard press of muscle, then a soft pillow around the whole of his form, his sensitive nerve endings all teased by his powerlessness. She was right, he could not hope to last under such expert touches.
He threw his head back and moaned loud and low. He tried to hold on, his toes clenching, or at least attempting to, forced straight again as she tightened once more. His body pressed thin.
His cock throbbed powerfully and a bit of white spilled out among the black, pulsing forwards again and again in a powerful orgasm, milked further by her squeezes of his body until he finally slumped.
Her coils obliged him, cradling and coddling him once more, pampering him with their experience and softness. Gentle flexes brought him down from that high as Onyx smirked, tensing her neck around his throat and shoulders. “Good boy…”
There was a chuckle, her’s...it was hard to focus on it though, between the drink and his orgasm Shawn felt sleepy, lightheaded….enthralled.
“Now...the price of a VIP ticket is that you must spend the night...it’s...ever so hard to tell when the night ends here...So I may...overestimate...but you won’t begrudge me that, will you?”
Shawn made a mumbling sound.
“That’s what I thought...I hope you’ve enjoyed your first visit to ‘Embrace’....both literally…” Her coils tensed again, just lightly this time, a slight tense of that comfortable, snug hold. “And figuratively…” She chuckled again. “Enjoy your night~”
 
 
 
 
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