Short Story Commission for justanotherken

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"Onyx? You asked to see me in your office?"

Shawn had barely stepped into the room and acknowledged the sight of the giant snake, when a thick coil of muscle and silky scales descended from the ceiling above him and worked their way around his body. He barely had time to brace himself and toss the clipboard he was holding onto the table before the large constructing mass tightened its hold and hoisted him off of his feet.

Yelping slightly, more from surprise than any real pain or fear, Shawn instinctively attempted to hold on but found that his arms had been pinned against his sides as he was lifted higher off the ground. He was paralyzed, immobile, and yet he could feel the yawning space expanding beneath his feet; it was making him a little dizzy. He attempted to wriggle slightly, wanting to be able to cling to something, to ensure that he wouldn't fall, so that-

"Easy now, Shawn. Anyone would think that you don't trust me, thrashing around like that," Onyx's voice was low and teasing, but Shawn couldn't quite see her from his current angle. Not her face anyway... he could see plenty of the powerful black musculature that held him aloft.

Her voice helped to soothe his worries, reminding him that she wouldn't hurt him or put him in any real danger; he would trust her and the strength of the powerful coils that held him. It was a body that he knew well, maybe the only body that he could claim to know 'inside and out', but it had been a long time since they had played a game like this while he was still out in the open air. A part of him was disappointed... he liked the sensations of her internal walls more than most things... and he felt oddly exposed while he was out here, forced to look Onyx in the face as she toyed with him. Maybe he was embarrassed to let her see his reactions first hand, without the impersonal barrier of a screen between their gazes. Still, he had to admit that the pressure around his body felt good. Really good.

Testing a firmer squeeze, Onyx chuckled lightly when she heard Shawn utter a small gasp in response. "I thought we could try something a little different today. I'm still far too full from my previous meal to entertain the idea of swallowing you too... but I do tend to find that squeezing on a little coil toy can do wonders for my digestion."

By this point, Shawn had been lifted up to Onyx's eye level, and he found himself reddening a little under her scrutiny. The giant serpent was lounging along a suspended rig that supported the casually drooping curves of her body, her expression amused as she regarded the human that had become trapped in the middle-most coils of her form; suspended, immobile, unable to escape even if he had wanted to. But Onyx had the sneaking suspicion that Shawn wouldn't want to try.

"What do you think, little morssssel? Do you want to be my coil toy for the evening?" Onyx hissed.

Shawn opened his mouth to speak but found that the words faltered on his tongue; he was instinctively waiting for the playful squeeze that she would give him when he tried to draw air into his lungs, or the way she would move and squish him when he was trying to move his mouth. But when no such teasing happened, Shawn realised that she was teasing him in a much these direct fashion - she was forcing him to say the words out-loud, to her face... no hiding behind the camera, no waiting for him to be blissed out with the comfort that her strength provided. She would wait until he asked for what he wanted, even if it took him an age to fight through the self-consciousness in order to speak.

Slowly, measuring each word before it left his mouth, Shawn responded, "Yes, please. It's my job to make sure that you're able to do your work as best you can. Can't have you feeling all bloated and full."

Onyx laughed lightly and the sound rippled through her muscles, working its way over Shawn's skin. Her bright eyes narrowed with amusement, bringing the human closer to her face until he had no choice but to meet her gaze. "That's very true. But is it something that you want, Shawn?"

She wasn't going to let him get away that easily. Shawn hesitated, feeling the redness rising in his cheeks as he tried to answer her. The way that her body felt against his, pressing and squeezing until there was no space between them and it was hard to know where his body ended and hers began. He did want this, he always wanted this.

"Yes," he answered, letting himself relax a little into her grasp so that she could press her weight into him more tightly.

"Well then, I guess that makes two of us," Onyx smiled, shifting her weight so that she could watch him while she squeezed and groped at his small frame.

She tested the waters slowly, clenching and unclenching the thick coil of her body in a soothing wave, feeling the way he became pliant in her grasp. Shawn could feel each pass of muscle beneath the black scales, the undulating ebb and flow of her strength against him as she massaged the tension out of his body. It wasn't quite as all-encompassing as her grasp when he was inside her, but this was somehow more intense - more concentrated on one part of him. He was completely covered from his hips to his chin, powerless to do anything except focus on the sensations of her body kneading and squeezing at his back, his chest, his shoulders, his waist... And yet, no matter how tightly she squeezed or however completely stuck he felt amidst the writhing mass of her body, the open air around his legs unnerved him. He trusted her, knew that she wouldn't drop him, but each movement gave him a momentary flicker of panic, his feet kicking and finding no purchase.

"Onyx... my legs," he uttered, jaw pressing hard against the oppressive mass so that he could force the words out. "Please."

The large snake cooed almost mockingly, shifting her grasp on the human and watching as his tiny little legs struck out at the air. Such fragile little things; just one little twist and they might snap in two. But she was always careful with Shawn, always making sure that he was safe in her titanic embrace.

"I'm sure that can be arranged," she agreed, shifting her weight so that she could form a second coil beneath him.

Rather than wrapping her body around his legs straight away, she shifted and contracted her body in slow, rhythmic movements, slowly passing his body down between the two coils in the much the same way that she might pass him along her digestive tract. Shawn let his body go lax, comforted by the warmth and firm support of her body as he was feed between the two coils. He couldn't see her face anymore, there was only the oily black of her scales surrounding him. Engulfing him... Shivering slightly, Shawn felt her coils tighten around him, puckering his cheeks and forcing his mouth into a compacted moue.

"Better?" Onyx asked, feeling him struggle to respond with a nod. She eased up the pressure slightly, allowing him to thank her with a hushed, ragged breath.

It was oddly satisfying, to have this fragile little human coiled up against her skin. She squeezed idly, just enough to feel his body go from squishy resignation to the stiff resistance that followed when there was no room left to squeeze. Well... no room left to squeeze if she wanted to keep him alive, but she was rather fond of the human and it would be such a pain to try and find a replacement. But she tried to imagine it, the steady, inescapable crush of her strength against his body, the way it might snap or crunch if she squeezed too tightly. It was strange really, no matter how much the image appealed to her predatory drive, it didn't quite compare to the amusement and gratification she got from knowing that this human trusted her with his life. Shawn trusted her to keep him safe, and she wouldn't disappoint.

Adjusting her position, Onyx brought Shawn up to her eye level again, parting the twin coils just enough that she could see his squished face amidst the mass of undulating muscle. His cheeks were pressed together so tightly that his lips were puckered, his brow furrowed as a result of the weight pressing in against his forehead. Onyx relaxed her grip just slightly, only to tighten her hold again and watch his face alternate between the two expressions. She managed to do this a few time before he started squirming, shifting his head a little so that he could try to get a word in edgeways.

"Enjoying yourself?" Shawn asked, the words muffled against her side.

Onyx chuckled slightly and brought him closer to her face, the thin whip of her tongue tasting the air just a few inches from his exposed nose. "Very much so. What about you, little morsel?"

As Shawn opened his mouth to answer, Onyx gave him another squeeze; a small sound escaped his throat and he let himself settle into the firm musculature as she took mercy on him and provided a more consistent level of pressure. Her body was everywhere, surrounding him, bearing down on him. He could barely breathe, each attempted expansion of his chest being met with resistance. And yet, he felt so perfectly safe. He let himself focus on the feeling, on the way that his body was nestled amidst the serpent's powerful coils; the massage of her body as it worked in slow, careful squeezes, until he was a fully pliable bundle of limbs. After a moment, he realised that the silence had hung between them for too long and that he was supposed to answer.

"Yes, Onyx. This feels incredible," he admitted, forming the words carefully so that they would be understood despite his compacted expression.

"Good," Onyx smirked, giving him one last little squeeze before starting to set him down.

Shawn made a small sound of protest but it was no good, Onyx was already letting the center mass of her body descend towards the ground; he could hear her body touching down on the floor of the studio before he was able to feel it for himself. There was pressure, and pressure, and less pressure... less still... until his body was gently deposited on the floor. Any hope of supporting his own weight was quickly dismissed and he resigned himself to half lying / half sitting, looking up at the snake that had graced him with such a treat.
Remembering the excuse she had given for their little game, Shawn smiled up at her, "Feeling a little less full now?"

"You know, I actually do. I might even have room for seconds," she responded, moving so that her mouth was tauntingly close to his prone form. "But you'll have to wait before you can become my next snack. I have a meeting with one of the producers, and I much prefer to swallow my prey when it's capable of wriggling."

Shawn had to suppress a shiver as the image burned itself into his mind. He would try to get his work done as quickly as possible today so that he could make himself available if she wanted to honour that proposition. And he really hoped that she would.