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((Commission for  Autumn_Vector, featuring characters belonging to him. He also did a significant amount of editing to the story after I wrote it. Part 2 of 2.))

Night at the Club: Part 2

THUNK

Nichole's back fell against the door as it crashed shut behind her. The upper of two sets of hands pinned both of her wrists to her sides. The sudden gloom was suffocating, and a pair of burgundy eyes cut through the dark before her. This part of the club still had a few overhead lights, but they were dim, probably to save on electricity. The pounding music became faded from her senses, until all Nichole could hear was the faint wub wub of the club's bass heartbeat.

Nichole tried to speak, her words still coming out slurred. "Please... you can't..."

"Of course I can, Sweets, and of course I will." Autumn guided her into a room that was probably meant for private parties, with a large table in the center and multiple chairs stacked against one wall. "Besides, this is what you wanted."


"B-but..."

"And you go try to deny it now," Autumn continued. "I saw how you reacted back there. On some level, you want this." He used a free hand to gently trace down the curve of her exposed midriff. He leaned in close, bracing himself against the weight of the sealed doorway, and brought his muzzle up to her ear so he could whisper. "You want me to take you. To use you."

Nichole's heart skipped a beat as the wasp's intimidating presence was again brought to bear against her. Her face flushed and she struggled to breath, and she knew it wasn't entirely the effects of the sting. Just behind her she could feel the bassy throb of freedom, life... escape! Through a few measly inches of wood.

But she didn't think she had the strength to run, and even then, how could she get away with him bearing down over her? Even if she could get to her feet, she wouldn't be able to stumble more than a few steps before she found herself wrapped up in her captor's strong arms again.

"That's all. Tell me I'm wrong. I don't think it much matters the door is unlocked. I think if I let go, you'd sink to your knees even if you weren't drunk on venom." Autumn drew back with an amused smile. "If you can't tell me that little thing."

Nichole swallowed hard. Her throat still felt dry. She could barely breathe, much less speak, as she stared into his eyes.

"And I'd much rather you be conscious," Autumn continued, "so you can feel every bit of it. So you can feel it as I swallow you up..." He opened his mouth and beckoned to her with his tongue. "As I gulp you down..." He placed a finger on his chin, then slowly slid it down his throat and chest before stopping with it pointing at his stomach. "And as I digest you alive. Yes, you'll still be very much alive when it happens."

Nichole's eyes softened as she melted back into the door. Suddenly she was panting. Her chest was tight, and tumbling in feverish butterflies.

"Say something." a gentle order plunged her back to alertness.

She opened her mouth, and after a few false starts, finally managed to get out a few words. "Will... will it hurt?"

"Of course it will." He promised with a genial smile.

Teeth suddenly spread in her blurry vision; he had opened his mouth wide. Nichole had a momentary view into his maw, glistening with saliva, and into the dark depths beyond it. Then he moved forward, engulfing her face.

Everything was dark, moist, and very noisy. Wet noises filled her ears; she felt his tongue against her chin. "W- mrff..!" She sputtered, desperately trying to say something else, but what little sound she could get out of her lungs was muffled.

Autumn languidly sank his jaws over her skull; his tongue caressed her muzzle, and his jaw moved, gently masticating her head. Finally, after taking his time greedily drooling over her entire head, he swallowed; his tongue pushed hard against her chin, moving her head forward. She felt the wetness of his mouth engulfing her shoulders. He swallowed again, and those two were pulled into his gullet.

Autumn's throat was tight -- too tight. Nichole let out a cry of pain and discomfort as it squeezed her, like a too-small, wet sack being pulled over her head. The walls moved in undulating pulses, pulling her deeper into the wasp's body.

She could feel some of the strength returning to her limbs, and she tried to fight back. But now she was in the wasp's throat up to her waist, and her arms were still tied behind her back -- what could she do? She squirmed, but that only seemed to move her forward faster.

She felt Autumn shift position, his four strong arms gripping her legs as he spun around and settled into the chair. At about the same time, her head popped through a small bit of resistance into an open space. A strong smell stung her nose, and she realized she had just entered the stomach.

She tried to cry out, and actually got a bit of sound out this time, though she was sure no one other than Autumn heard her.

More and more of her body was pushed into the cramped folds of flesh. It stretched to accept her, but if anything, it felt even tighter than the throat: she was forced to curl forward, her spine crying out in protest as her nose was pushed between her knees. Pushing against the walls only resulted in them snapping back into position.

Nichole's downward motion suddenly stopped, and for a moment, she had a brief flicker of hope. Her tail -- most of it was still on the outside. She could still feel the cool air on it. Was it too much for Autumn? Would it choke him, and force him to let her out?

But though Autumn didn't seem to be able to finish swallowing the tail, he didn't seem that bothered by it, either. She could actually feel the muscles surrounding her relax. Things seemed to have settled down.

At least, until felt the steady drooling of those heavy walls around her... and her body began to tingle.

It began as a low, soft feeling, barely recognizable. Then the feeling grew, spreading to more of her body and changing from a tingle to a burn.

"O...Oh god." She sputtered. "St-mrfhf..!" The walls shifted around her, squeezing down on her face and slowly crushing her before letting up again, leaving her in a slightly more cramped tangle.

The only response she got was a loud growl, accompanied by a push, and shift she could barely resist. Within minutes Autumn's gut was getting to work.

As the burning increased, she continued her struggles. Her arms were free but they ached hollowly with exhaustion. She barely could pry an inch against the wet, wringing flesh. Any attempts to claw her way out were thwarted by the strong walls of Autumn's stomach. Because her tail seemed to be caught, she was trapped in an awkward position.

She panted, she groaned, she cried out, but all she got in return were a few muffled noises and the occasional pat or squeeze through the walls of the belly.

After a while, her struggles began to weaken. The burning came and went, drifted between a subtle itch and a stronger flame, occasionally spiking in a wave that made her gasp. Time began to blur. Nichole didn't know how long she was in there, but it felt like an eternity. Every once in a while, the stomach walls would squeeze as Autumn applied pressure to them from the outside, and each time, she would give a little more. Her body was losing cohesion, becoming mushy, and yet somehow she remained conscious. A mass of chyme was steadily rising around her, as well, until it felt like only her head was still in a pocket of air near the top of the rapidly shrinking belly.

Nichole let out a gasp of air, though it was really more of a gurgle. She was already gone. Even if something made Autumn spit her up, there just wasn't much left of her. She was hardly even a skunk, at this point. She was just... lingering.

She felt the pressure from the outside again, and this time her head was dunked into the chyme. The thick, acrid fluid filled her nose and throat. She did her best to give one last flurry of squirms, but she could feel herself losing the borders between her body and the fluids surrounding her. The panic in her mind faded, and everything went dark.

---

Autumn swallowed, sending the rest of the squirming, struggling skunk into his belly. His gut bulged out, clear imprints of his prey's shoulder or face occasionally appearing, a ripple that quickly smoothed out in the river of his stomach.

The tail was a bit of a treat: the thing was huge, and even with a good portion of it lodged in his throat, it loomed in front of him, enormous and bushy. He couldn't hope to swallow the whole thing, but that certainly wasn't a problem. He sunk back to sit against the heavy door, using his thick abdomen as a prop to rest his leg across. He worked his jaw, massaging the tail with his teeth, eliciting a few squirms from his belly.

He watched as the tail began to calm down, relaxing as its owner got comfortable. And then, a few minutes later, it began to writhe, matching the struggles coming from his gut. Autumn wound his tongue around it, massaging it, enjoying the flavor while the tail thrashed, squirmed, and quivered.

Over the course of the next few hours, the tail slowly became less energetic. He would occasionally give his belly an experimental squeeze, feeling the edges round out and the mass growing softer, but every time he thought it was over, the tail would start squirming again. Autumn let out a happy buzz as he watched the indicator of his meal's progress.

After some time had passed, he tested his belly again; finding a hard lump, he pushed down on it. The tail hanging from his muzzle gave a few slow, feeble thrashes, and then, for the last time, fell still.

Autumn gave it another lick, then gripped the tail with two hands and pulled. A few feet of wet, soggy fur slid out of his gullet, before it popped free of his mouth entirely, with a distinct lack of skunk attached to the other end.

He looked it over. It was still in pretty good condition. And it was so big! Maybe he could have it made into a blanket? Or maybe he'd just pitch it in the bin as he head out.

Well, he would worry about that later; the club was damn near closing. He stood smiling to himself as he draped the tail around his neck a couple times and tossed it's bulk over his shoulders to drape over his wings. He turned, opening that door to drift back through the shallow, more demure late night crowd back out into the city streets.

The night had gone so well.