She squeezed, and how. The flowing lengths of the serpent writhed and shifted in the midst of the quaint living room. Her scales were dark and green to disappear amongst the treetops and vegetation while in pursuit of prey. Vanishing was no difficult feat for her. Masked as a python of tremendous size, the house owner may have questioned her presence in his house. Her body rose several feet against each wall and made it creak. The stark walls of bone-white had been replaced by her heaped body, that of green and amber and gold. Inkanyamba was predatory, and highly apt at ambushes.


There! Amongst the confusing maze of powerful musculature, a small glint of a different shade; blue. A faint and quickly hidden shade, but one no less. Inkanyamba did not let the minor slight of coming up for air pass, and doubled her efforts to powerfully embrace him. In the entanglement of coils each as tall as his knees and as sinuous as flowing rivers, was a white-furred wolf. His legs had been pinned together by the wrapping of the flexible coils, only for the strength to ensure that they would never be apart again. The scales imprinted their densely packed pattern on the skin beneath his fur like a soft brand which, in the impossible situation of escape, would mark him forever. The pattern covered his entire body, and was ensured by the sheer expanse of her body which looped around him. Nomad’s chest was next. Just one. One coil was all that was needed to crush the air from his body.


Inkanyamba had taken her time to enforce the importance of deep breathing. Hers was slow and deliberate, and each exhale passed over the wolf’s face to torment his strenuous situation. Nomad’s had been calm as well, relaxed as he had woken up late and strode around his house and pitying those who were caught out in this storm. A warm mug of coffee had been in his hand a few minutes ago. Now it was thrown to the floor with its contents spilt over the wood, and its owner was hauled into the embrace of the voracious serpent. Panic had set in, and the quick breaths, fueled by adrenaline, were smothered with gusto. On each exhale, when his chest would deflate, the circular vice stole an inch or two and refused to be pushed back. It surrounded him like water and flowed like it too, and set like stone to make him cough and splutter. Slowly, Inkanyamba constricted his body.


It was her eyes that drew his attention the most. Almost to the detriment of everything else, Nomad focused on her gaze of gorgeous gold. Hardly soothing, and yet it was. Comforting when her head rested next to his. Comforting when the giant’s pink maw opened wide next to one of his eyes, and her dark blue tongue reached out. Mere constriction was not sufficient, evidently she believed more was needed to subdue him. A well-timed exhale found his mouth opening just as the inky organ was almost brushing his lips. Hot saliva started to drip from his fur, and warm, odourless breath pushed past it. Inkanyamba gagged him, wholly and totally. Her coils of pliable stone kneaded and bent his body, while her maw scared him into further silence. She seemed to enjoy the panic when she let one of his arms free. These mammals always did the same thing; try to pry off the hundred pounds of smooth muscle from their neck. She guessed it was desperation. Futile.


Soon the sounds were still. Nothing from him but muted whimpers. There was her breath. Her wet mouth preparing for a meal right into his ear. Her coils creaking like straining rope around his frame. Visually there was little of him as well. A head covered in dark blue tongue, a body completely controlled by her body, and whatever parts she thought amusing to see squirm stuck out. His last thought was; why me? Was it my casual demeanour which made me a serpent’s delight? Was it fate that predator ended up feeding a predator. Was it an insult unfortunately shared and acted upon? Maybe his “#1 Coil Daddy” mug made by a friend had only been a lure?


But of course; with the winds picking up and the temperature dropping outside to where he could see his breath still by midday, it was unsurprising that she had found a place to shelter from it. A place for her, and now with her body wrapped and entangled around his limbs in a terrifying display of pure power, the inside of her titanic body was the place for him. The perfect place.



Story by  solidness
Commissioned by  ekanssssssssss
The wolf is Nomad,  ekanssssssssss
The snake is I,  inkanyamba