Hehe! This is AMAZING giftart from  tacokurt from quite a while back actually, but someone said to me earlier 'Why aren't the story and picture together', and Taco, being the lovely fellow that he is, said he wouldn't mind me uploading gifts. So here it is with the story that inspired it, a Loving Squeeze:

I do reccomend reading the G-doc if you want formatting and Italics FA's still kinda terrible in that regard.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/.....AGwGlcmFU/edit

But to those of you who don't like links, here's the story right below these credits:

Art by the amazing  tacokurt

Story/Characters:  caudle

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Mr Tiberius Bane walked into his bedroom, still laughing to himself as he made his way to the bed, taking off his suit, leaving him in a dress shirt and slacks. He still held a glass of champagne in one hand, tilting to the side, the slight buzz at the back of his skill letting him know he was quite tipsy, but it wasn’t like he had to drive in any case, so he didn’t worry about it terribly. He could hear the rest of the guests leaving the party. The light of the last few vehicles driving down across his expensive driveway illuminated the room in stark relief. He took a moment to bask in the afterglow of the festivities. He’d done it, he was a success.


It had taken years and it had come at a terrible cost...for others, not him. But who cared about all the little people in the world? They all had to fall at some point so that the individuals, the plan makers, the world moves, could get ahead in the end of things, that was how the world worked ,the strong ate the weak, and the world progressed forwards, regardless of who fell in its wake.


He’d invented it, as far as anyone was concerned, a computer chip that would allow wireless transfer of more than twenty terabytes of data in mere seconds, no cables, no service plans, just pure data transfer. He didn’t even have to charge per transfer, he didn’t care about that, he just wanted his name in the history books, and if it wouldn’t be etched into those dusty pages after this, he wasn’t sure what it would take. A world changed overnight, and all in his name.


So what if he hadn't actually done any of the research, put any of the components together with his own hands, or had only learned what a terabyte was last week? None of that mattered, he’d paid for it hadn't he? Bankrolled every egghead who asked for what seemed to him like nonsense at the time until they’d come up with results. It was their fault really, they hadn’t looked at their contracts and he was perfectly within his rights to fire them a week before this very party, to strike their names from the records and bury them in legal jargon so thick you could use it as concrete. It was all worth it, every bit, he’d do it all again if he had too, and he’d gotten off scott free.


“The strong eat the weak and the world progresses on...” He mumbled to himself with a tipsy smile as he walked over to the large vanity mirror in the corner of the room, fiddling with his sleeve cuffs as he did. While he liked suits for appearances, he had to admit they weren’t the most comfortable things in the world. He couldn’t wait to get out of it and into something more comfortable for the night. Maybe he’d call back that lovely fox woman earlier, what had her name been? Beverly? It didn’t really matter, she didn’t seem the type to turn him down, or blab to the tabloids if a one night stand had a nice diamond ring attached to it. Not a wedding ring of course, he could do better of a wife,that he was sure of, but a nice ring nonetheless.


He sat heavily in the chair in front of the mirror examining himself, a wolf, how fitting? A noble hunter species, all the little, smaller creatures cowering as he strode mightily though the world of industry; it was a return to form really, a primal way of the world.


He smiled to himself; sharp canines showing beyond his grey furred muzzle, pale yellow eyes giving him a smug glance. Life was good, he had money, he had women, and he had status, all the things he’d ever wanted, all for a few broken eggs here and there.


His ears perked, swiveling back as if he had heard something. His heart leapt into his throat as he turned around to look... only to find an empty bedroom behind him...


He let out the breath he’d been holding. Success had made him paranoid. Still, just because he was paranoid didn’t mean they weren’t out to get him. He felt the underside of the vanity mirror, finding the familiar weight of a gun under it’s expensive wood paneling. When you’re at the top of the pyramid, everyone below you wants to claw you down.


The silence persisted, he kept his hand near the weapon, just in case. After a few moments, he relented, stepping away. He undid the top button of his dress shirt, before moving to his sleeve buttons. He always hated sleeve buttons, so finicky and hard to do with one hand. The wolf’s fingers slipped over the button a few times as he gave a silent curse.


“Having trouble?” Asked a playful voice.


The wolf’s heart skipped a beat as he jumped. He reigned in his surprise, not wanting to show weakness. “No...not really….” He growled.


In a single motion he spun, his hand reaching under the mirror, grabbing the gun and bringing it to bear on whoever had intruded on him….Only to find...nothing there.


“Up here.” Said the voice.


He looked up, to find a...mouse girl? She hung out of a vent, her torso peeking out at him from above in the massive ceiling. He frowned, but his instincts told him not to take even this lightly. “Did you think I wouldn’t be prepared?” He lifted the gun upwards, aiming it at her head.


“Of course not, she said.” She had a small voice, but somehow also deep...She had brown-ish hair, combed down to cover one eye, even as she hung there upside down, her long, slightly pointed snout marked her as a rodent, but as he took in her features he noticed she looked more like a rat than a mouse…
A rat, in his house. He was disgusted with lesser creatures. He could hardly see anything below her neck, whatever material she wore shined slightly in the minimal light of his room, possibly latex, deeply black in color. Her arms were bare, she crossed them in front of her chest. She must have been holding onto the inside of the vent with her feet. The thought of a rat’s filthy claws scrabbling along the inside of what delivered his air to this room made him feel slightly ill.


“Well you should have prepared better. If you’re here to kill me, I’m sorry to say this is the end of the road.” He pulled the trigger. He didn’t have time for banter.


The gun clicked empty.


The rat girl unfolded her arms, producing a gun magazine. “And I’m sorry to say you should hide your guns better, Tib.”


The wolf stared in shock for a moment, looking from the gun to her, before his face set into a hard line, growing at her nickname for him. “What do you want?”


“What do I want?” The rat girl asked, her face shifting to a look of genuine surprise. “I think that’s the first time you’ve asked anybody that question. I’m honored.” She chuckled. “But, what I want is something I don’t think you can give...not willingly of course.”


Mr.Bane scoffed. “I’ve dealt with assassins without weapons before. What did they pay you? I’ll quadruple it with interest.”


The strange rat shrugged, it was an odd gesture to see upside down. “No. No I don’t think you will Mr.Bane...They didn’t even pay me really.”


The wolf blinked. “Well….what? What did they give you. You realize I’m the richest man in the country now. I can literally get you anything your heart desires. Don’t be stupid.”


The rat frowned, then shrugged again, giving a sigh. “Not anything…Name’s Dentia by the way...not that it’ll matter to you in a few minutes...If it’s of any interest to you, I haven’t been asked to kill you, just deliver you. What happens to you after that is none of my concern however.”


The wolf’s brow furrowed, normally by now they’d be haggling. This...creature, really didn’t seem to want anything, but everything had its price. He opened his mouth again before the words died in his throat as he watched her.


The ratgirl poured out of the vent. The was no other way for his mind to describe it. She literally seemed to ooze out of the small space, her latex leotard shining in the dark. She looked like a drop in ink moving through water, held aloft by….


That tail….


Her tail was clad in latex about two feet down its length...but that wasn’t even a quarter of how long it truly was. It was as thick around as her torso; the bright, furless pink of it standing out starkly against the dark of his room and the inky black of her leotard. It just seemed to keep coming as she lowered herself onto the floor, growing thinner as it went. She moved like an acrobat, some ribbon dancer held aloft by a sheet of silk. It gave a little coil and she flipped right side up. Her tail let go of whatever it had been holding onto, and she landed like a jungle cat on the ground. Her rump hiked into the air as her hands dug into his rich carpet.

Her tail never hit the ground, as she came down, it stayed aloft, moving through the air as though suspended in water. He really couldn't get a grasp for just how long it was, it was always moving...coiling, circling. With how thick it was, and just how incredibly long it was, it had to weigh a lot, but it moved so effortlessly.


Mr.Bane found himself unwittingly taking a step back. “W-what…”


Dentia smirked, her uncovered eye lidding lightly. She cast a slight glance over her shoulder at her slowly shifting tail. “Oh this? Never seen a tail before?” She chuckled, crawling a bit closer towards him, the motion put him in mind of a hungry panther. “Admittedly mine’s a bit special though…” She practically purred, turning back to him. Her tail seemed to move a bit more purposefully. The pink, naked length formed little folds in its flesh as it crinkled in on itself with slow...almost….eager movements. “A rat’s tail is very sensitive you see…helps us navigate a bit...feel things out if you will…” She chuckled, advancing closer.


Mr.Bane’s back hit the edge of the vanity mirror. The gun was empty, but he pointed it at her anyway on reflex. “S-stay back!”


Dentia kept right on advancing as though he hadn’t said anything at all. “Never really thought about it much, me. But I figure...since mine is so big...it’s more sensitive, see? Really really sensitive…” She shuddered as the tip of her tail made a little coil that rolled down along its length, getting larger and larger as it went. The motions of the massive appendage were almost hypnotic… “It feels nice to wrap it around things...feel them squirm. I came to realize that...after a while….it actually gets kinda hard to let them go again…” She chuckled darkly.


The wolf waved the gun as though it were actually useful. “I-I said stay back!”
“And after that…” She paused for a moment, looking dreamy. “I realized people would pay me for this talent. You see, rats are also very good at getting into places. Places that other people might not be so good at getting into...I don’t have to bring any weapons either…” She chuckled darkly. “But they didn’t have to pay me for you…you’re free...because what I want from you…”


Mr.Bane screamed like a girl as her tail shot out like a cobra, slapping his hand with surprising force. The gun hit the opposite wall with enough force to put a hole in the plaster. He clutched his hand to his chest, eyes widened.


Dentia was close...very close now, less than a yard between them as she looked up at him from the ground. “...is something very particular to me.” Her massive tail was easily quite a bit taller than he was, even as it arced and swayed. She was blushing slightly under that lecherous smirk. Her tail snaked forwards, but it didn’t touch him...not yet. She contented herself with simply invading his personal space.


The wolf squirmed where he stood. That tail....the mark of a rat, the very thing most people hated about them, those long, worming, naked tails. He moved to the left, but that tail made a quick circuit around his legs. It still didn’t touch him, it simply crowded him in. It slithered upwards, weightlessly through the air, curling again and again, until it surrounded him in four hovering loops. It seemed to flow around him like liquid, no more than half a foot in any direction free of its presence. The tip hovered about in front of his nose.


“W-what are you doing?” He held his hands closer to himself, trying to shrink away from that insidious appendage, but finding no way out. “W-what do you want!?”


“Why, Tib...I’m glad you asked...” The tip of her tail tapped his chin, the smooth, fleshy touch making him shiver fearfully. Dentia’s blush rose at the touch, and a wave of motion seemed to travel from that tip, flowing sinuously down the coils that imprisoned him without touch. The rat girl shuddered as it reached her, biting her lip. The movement was like a cat as you stroked its back, slow and graceful. Her latex clad hips gave a slow shift, the slight hiss of the material around her thighs rubbing together. “I want to feel you squirm...”

In the blink of an eye those hovering coils cinched. The wolf gave a strangled cry of surprise as all movement beyond squirming became utterly impossible. Every movement he made was absorbed immediately by those thick, fleshy coils. Only his face was free of their touch as he thrashed. His heart raced, this couldn’t be happening. He was an alpha predator, the king of the market, he couldn’t be at the mercy of some...common rat! The coils around his neck didn’t allow his head much movement. She hadn’t even tightened terribly much, but the sheer amount of flesh surrounding him was so all encompassing that expanding his lungs became a chore. His eyes drifted down...he couldn’t even see anything past the coils under his chin they were so thick. They slowly turned around him, letting the tip caress up along the back of his head. The segments, marked by lines every few inches down the length, were almost hypnotic as they turned around his body.


“L-let me go! Stop this! Ahhgg! This is disgu-” He was silenced as a slow wave of force cascaded across his chest, forcing whatever else he might have said out at a strained weeze.


Dentia moaned again, louder, her predatory pose, on all fours, became less poised and more indulgent, losing herself to the sensation. “Oh yes...just like that….” With a shudder, she slowly stood, facing away from him. The latex clung to her body so tightly he could see the gentle slope of her back, leading into that infernal appendage that had him trapped at her mercy. Her hips shifted from side to side, as her pointed nose rose into the air, and expression of bliss on her features under a cherry fred blush. With the darkness of her appeal, she looked almost like an inky black snake, moving lithely where she stood. Her pinkish hands were a stark contrast as she began to rub them along her sides, shivering. “I-It’s always the pompous ones that squirm the most…”


An undulation left the base of her tail, flowing down along its length to become another squeezing wave of pressure around his body. He couldn't move at all now, his entire form locked in her grip. The wolf gasped a wheezing, strained breath as he felt his feet leave the ground. His body slowly began to spin, her tail swallowing more of his body now, the tip caressing his cheek now as his cheeks bunched up. Dentia looked at him over her shoulder as his eyes bulged and his face reddened from the added pressure. She gave another low, cooing moan as he wiggled as much as he could. Every movement against her naked, nerve-filled tail sending a thrill of pleasure up along her spine. One of her hands drifted between her thighs, rubbing gently.


“P-please…” He rasped.


“Oooh yes...begging...begging is good…” She breathed, the sound indulgent and deep, making him yearn for the luxury of a ragged gasp. “But lets put that mouth to better use, Tib…”


Mr.Bane began to struggle all the more as he felt those coils gyrating around his body, the thick banded sections spinning around his trapped form. That tip wormed along his chin until it found his lips. The ratgirl let out a low, pleasured sound as it pressed needily against them.


The wolf closed his mouth as tightly as possible, trying desperately to shake his head away, but the thick coil wrapped tightly around his neck framed his head so completely there was no room.
Dentia tisked. “Don’t be like that...come on, let’s have a kiss…”


The captured wolf felt his entire body suddenly compressed like an industrial compactor. The mass of her tail physically shrunk inwards with how tightly she squeezed. He felt his ribs bend inwards, as though the fortitude of his own body were nothing more than a tin can to her. She didn’t even seem to be putting much effort into it, as she continued to gyrate softly with pleasure in front of him, hand still working lightly between her thighs.


He had no choice then, his mouth opened with the force of the breath squeezed from his lungs, a pained sounded escaping before it was abruptly cut off.


Dentia’s tail took it’s opening.


The wolf’s tongue was assaulted by a sudden overabundance of smooth, fleshy mass as he sputtered through his nose. The appendaged pulled no punches, it teased against the walls of his cheeks, making them bulge obscenely, reveling in their warm wetness. Dentia’s moaning became more audible, but the businessman’s hearing was getting fuzzy. He began to see little spots in front of his vision and if breathing had been hard before, it was nearly impossible now. Her tail plugged his mouth completely, he only had his nose. He began to writhe frantically in her grip, but that only made her tail squeeze tighter, grind firmer, and delve deeper.


It made a beeline for his throat. The wolf’s eyes bulged wider as he made an involuntary swallowing noise. His throat contracted around the tip as it dove inside, the wolf’s air-deprived throat bulging now as inch after inch poured down it. His jaw began to ache as thicker portions followed, his widened eyes watching as segment after segment of that fleshy thing ran over his tongue.


The sections coiled around his body circled, again and again as more fed into that strange ‘Kiss’. Thicker coils began to take the place of thinner ones, but he couldn’t tell anymore. His eyelids fluttered as his jaw was stretched to its absolute limit, that wriggling tail dancing in his throat, reveling in sensation. Somewhere he was aware of Dentia’s moaning reaching a fevered pitch, his prison of living bonds rolling and writhing around him, squeezing and loosening, grinding and shifting as her hips moved and squirmed.


He couldn’t breathe at all now. His airway was totally blocked, he wasn’t sure how much of her tail was down his throat. He wasn’t sure of anything anymore. He couldn’t only just barely see, longer and longer segments of that insidious appendage flowing around him like a liquid, a river, hugging close, showing no signs of letting go.


Dentia cried out one final time in pleasure, a shockwave went through her body. A wheezing groan escaped through his nose as his body was squeezed like a grape, her pleasure had taken away her fineness, there was only pressure now….so much pressure…


Darkness took over...Tiberius Bane passed out.


******


Far away in the bushes, two men, a ferret and a fox, both in labcoats looked into the window through a pair of binoculars.


“Uh….should we go in?” asked the Ferret.


“Crap. I think so...Grab the oil...we’re gonna have a hard time getting her to let go…”


****


Caudle sat on the couch in his apartment, the mongoose’s ears swiveled as his fingers roamed over the controler, pressing buttons, swirling control sticks. He paused the game as the door opened.


“Oh! Hey Dentia, you’re home lat-” He paused. “Are you okay? Long day at the coffee shop? You look a little red.”


The ratgirl blinked, still getting her clothes back into place. Her dish like ears swiveled nervously. “O-oh what?...Yeah...yeah that’s it, long day, lots of customers, gotta go to my room now, bye!”


The ratgirl vanished with a slam of her room’s door, leaving Caudle sitting there in silence. After a moment he shrugged and got back to playing.


Man, that girl could be weird sometimes...