The first thing that alerted the coon that anything was wrong was when something pink and shiny dripped onto his nose. He wasn't quite sure what it was, but he was fairly certain there hadn't been anything pink and drippy on his ceiling for at least the last few months.
Being someone who had some experience with being snuck up on by predators, he immediately ran into his bedroom and locked the door instead of the traditional looking up just in time to be devoured. He was very genre savvy in this respect.
Felper locked the door with several more devices just in case. A chain lock, a bolt, a coded electronic safety system, and, just for good measure, a door stop. The coon gave a sigh of relief, fairly certain that he was safe now from anything that might want to try and eat him. He'd been in this situation far too many times to not be prepared for this eventuality. He was starting to wonder if perhaps he were flavored, it would make sense, and explain just why every predator within a hundred mile radius seemed to want him in their belly.
In any case, all there was to do now was wait out the danger in this room, eventually, as most of them did, this opportunistically voracious creature would get bored and move on to some other house. It wasn't a perfect system, but it was one that worked, for him at least. It would only be a matter of time be-
His thoughts were interrupted as something slammed against the door hard enough to knock dust from the ceiling. There was the sound of a very deep, feminine voice talking softly.
"Monsieur Felpur, je suis très déçue par vos défenses. Je veux seulement vous donner un câlin." The voice said, almost musical in how it used the language. It sounded like french, deep and rich with little bends and dips in the pronunciation.
The coon was confused for a moment. Though it sounded lovely, he didn't speak French.
The voice on the other side of the door seemed to realize this at about the same time.
"Oui, I am most sorry, I forgot that you do not speak the language of love. That was in your dossier. I do tend to forget these things, I just get so...how you say?...excited? Oui, at the prospect of a new person to cuddle. You will enjoy it, you have that as my promissssse."
Felpur blinked at that last word. She hadn't stretched any S before that, obviously it was to tease him, to let him know just what was on the other side of that door. It must have been a snake, and a big one at that, obviously female, and French, that accent was so thick you could probably pour it like honey if you tried. He was finding it a bit hard to ignore it.
There was one saving grace however if it was a snake, there was definitely no way it was getting through that door. Snakes may have been flexible, but the room between the door and the floor was less than a millimeter. He was perfectly safe and sound inside hi-
That chain of thought was interrupted as something began to slip under the door. The coon jumped up onto the bed, his heart racing as he watched. Slowly bright pink ooze began to slowly slithered through the tiniest cracks between the door and the wall it was housed in. Under, through the sides, above, all of it became host to bright pink, thick, goop. It seemed to more purposely wiggling and moving to best work its way through the limited amount of space. Occasionally a little bubble would form here or there as it gurgled forth.
Felpur hadn't planned for this, his eyes darted to the window, but he'd put bars on it quite some time ago, they were iron, and thick, by the time he'd screwed them free it would be far too late. Still he had to try.
He turned back towards the door to see the pink puddle on the floor had formed a pair of eyes. They were about as big as the palm of his hand, light blue in color with the slitted iris that marked all snakes. They gazed at him with half-lidded interest as the rest of the creature began to bubble forth from behind the door. It seemed quite amused.
The coon really didn't want to know just how big of a snake those eyes belonged to...if it was even really a snake...He knew a lot about monsters, but he didn't have any knowledge of a bright pink goo creature around these parts.
The pair stared at one another for a moment or two longer before he lept off the bed, reaching over to his nightstand to grab a screwdriver on the way. He was at the window in a matter of seconds, screwing urgently at the long-housed screws that held the bars in place.
It was a one story drop to the ground, but if he fell right he could probably make it with minimal injury. Behind him he could practically feel the creature's presence growing larger, filling the room, demanding his attentions.
The first screw came out with a bit of elbow grease, he quickly got the work on the second. It was stubborn, but adrenaline gave him the strength to wrench it free from the window sill and toss the screw to the floor, too more to go.
He risked a glance behind him. The goo was off the ground now, forming a gentle S-like arc in the air. It was massive, easily thicker around than he was. There were features forming around what was surely its head, a mouth turned up in a pleasant smile below those deep blue eyes. They stared at him in a way that could only be described as...amorous.
He set about the third screw with renewed enthusiasm. He managed to get this one out far more easily than its brothers, leaving only one left. He could do this, he was so close.
The coon's hands trembled as he tried to slot the top of screwdriver into the hole. He missed it several times before finally hitting home. He turned frantically, not daring to pause to look back again. All he had to do was turn a few more times and he'd escape that's all it would take. He could do that, there was time.
A warm, soft weight against his back told him otherwise.
Felpur froze, his heart skipped a beat as he slowly tilted his head upwards. He found himself nose to nose with the massive pink serpent looking down at him. She seemed to have scales now, though it was quite obvious she wasn't as solid as an ordinary snake. Through his terror driven focus he could see that they weren't the usual diamond shape of normal scales, but a never ending, subtle pattern of hearts.

Her tongue flicked out, thicker around than his wrist and flicked his nose a few times, a serpentine scent taking as she tasted him.
"Not going to try to escape still? I can wait a few more seconds...." She was almost polite in saying this, but he felt her pressure against his back grow all the more. She was so thick that her trunk made contact with the whole of his back.
The snake didn't feel cold like most he had known, there was a gentle warmth to her as she invaded his personal space. It felt like scale, but at the same time not, it was softer, more giving, almost like flesh.
Felpur came out of his daze and quickly tried to turn the screw the last of the way. Before he could even manage one turn his hand was totally enveloped in one turn of pink. His hand was constricted lightly in the grip of her tail as she gave a musical chuckle.
"You're cute," she commented idly. "Now come, come come! I wish to introduce myself!"
The coon was lifted by that hand as though he weighed little more than a packing peanut. As he was lifted above her head he gained a true measure of just how big she was. Most of his room was now filled with shifting, pink, heart shaped scales, they roamed over one another and as his focus was taken from the window, he heard the sound of it. A constant, slow shift of scale over scale against his ears, an almost soothing hiss. Her body seemed to revel in touching itself, bands of smooth muscle sharing their warmth against one another as she moved them with an idle grace that was strangely beautiful.
Nearly the only place in the room not covered in pink was his bed. Felpur did not have an enormous bedroom, but the sheer lack of floor he was able to see with her inside was frightening.
He let out an unflattering yelp as he was tossed headlong onto the bed. On impulse the coon tried to escape, making it to the edge of the bed before logic caught up to him. She was everywhere. All around the bed was a sea of shifting pink coils, the sound of them shifting growing louder by the moment.
Felpur scooted back like a crab until his head met the headboard, starting to hyperventilate a little. He looked around frantically until his eyes landed at the foot of his bed, where her smile was waiting.
There was an undoubtable sensuality to her expression, lidded eyes and sultry smile. Her head alone was almost as big as his torso, and she took her time slithering forwards, her tongue flicking out every now and again, twin tines tasting the air. "There is no need to be afraid you know..." She said as she shifted across the sheets. "I only want to cuddle, that does not sound bad, no?" She giggled, slinking ever closer. "I said I would introduce myself, and I shall..."
He was too shocked to move as her head slithered over his legs, her sheer weight pinning them to the bed, her belly scales, still with that odd, smooth and warm texture shifted across his form. He was stuck there as she rested her chin on his chest. He knew full well that trying to push her off would have been a fools errand. Her tongue flicked out again, tickling his chest fur as another little giggle sent rumbles of sound through his chest.
"My name is quite opportune for this moment actually. You see, dear Felpur," she pronounced it oddly, more like 'Felipe-er'. "My name is what I intend to do. It means much more than the simple American translation, but you would understand it as...'Cuddle'..." She smirked, that smile curling up her reptilian face as slowly as her coils shifted around his room. She slithered further up along his chest, he was having trouble breathing now from the weight of her as her nose met his, her blue eyes staring deeply. "I am...Caresssssssse." She purred the word, her tongue tasting his nose now as he came to accept that there would truly be no escape from this strange snake.
"W-what do you want?" He attempted, trying to keep down the growing blush blossoming on his cheeks from the strangely intimate contact with the snake.
"Want?" She seemed to pout. "Well I said that when I came in, before you so rudely fled from me. I would simply like to cuddle. I do so adore having someone keep me company in my coils. And you seem like the perfect candidate."
She lifted her head from his body, flowing up into a gentle arc, the classic pose of a snake. "Though perhaps that is not the entirety of the truth..."
The of her tail came around and stroked his cheek gently, he thought about shying away from it, but realized how futile that would be.
"You see, I have been asked to...acquire you, for someone who holds your best interests at heart, however, how I am to do this was up to me. So I choose to retrieve you from your home. It is more...intimate, you agree, no?"
"No..." he grumbled.
Caresse frowned. "Well, we will see if I can't change your tune..."
Felpur shuddered as her tail drifted from his cheek to caress the side of his neck, slowly curling around it, he could feel its gentle hold with every intake of breath. The tip situated itself under his chin. The coon gulped as it tightened slightly, but it did not constrict as he expected, instead it merely secured its grip, suddenly he was spinning as she watched. She simply fed coils towards him and as they were added to his prison of heart shaped scale he was spun like a slow top, each bit growing thicker and thicker until he could no longer feel the sheets of his bed beneath him, only those strangely warm bonds of living pink.
"There we are, this is far more comfortable, yes?" She giggled and gave him a possessive little squeeze. "You feel incredibly nice, have you done this before?" Her massive head rose over him. Before he could answer, he found his small muzzle totally enveloped by her lips. Her top lip pressed against his eyes as the whole of his snout vanished into her warm maw, gently undulating around it. He found he couldn't breathe. There was no air in her mouth, simply a strangely warm, oddly sweet scent that provided no relief for his lungs.
"Mmmm...." she murmured, her scales vibrating as she enjoyed his taste. The coon started to worry she wouldn't let go before she finally released him with a smack, still smiling at him amorously. "As you may have guessed, I am no ordinary snake...I am...très perméable...malleable as it were."
Felpur began to squirm, her coils oddly giving, absorbing all of his movements as though they weren't even happening.
"My touch can be..." she fluttered her eyelids at him. "Quite soft, and pleasing..." Suddenly her coils were more giving, he could move quite a bit, but still not escape, it was like being trapped in silly putty. He could see the impression of his hands and legs through her thick coils as he attempted to get out of of her embrace. "Or...if you are a naughty boy who prefers things a bit more..." Her smile darkened. "Rough..." The bonds of scale he was trapped in suddenly stopped being so giving, his range of movement shrank by the moment. The wiggle of his legs became a wiggle of his toes. It grew to the point where he couldn't even expand his chest. It was like being immersed in strangely warm steel. She tightened her coils for emphasis. Compared to her body at that point, he may as well have been made of styrofoam. Drawing breath was more than impossible. "And firm..." She playfully nuzzled him as he gasped for breath.
Her coils loosened and her consistency changed back to something more familiar, the cozy, warm pressure she'd started with. He gasped, filling his lungs while he could.
"But the most interesting thing about me..." The tip of her tail, still situated around his chin began to tickle the underside. "Is this...Please, Felpur, ask me what..."
The coon didn't see how he had much choice in the matter. He took a few more breaths, trying to recover. "W-"
The rest of the word was silenced as her tail dove into his mouth. The moment it did the consistency of it changed, turning into a thick liquid. It poured down his throat without hesitation, flowing over his tongue. It tasted sweet, but not any particular kind of sweet, it was more like every single sweet thing he had ever tasted firing off in his brain at once, pressing against the pleasure centers of his brain and teasing them mercilessly. He made a choking sound for just a moment, but then his throat betrayed him. He began to swallow willingly.
Above him Caresse practically, purred, her large blue eyes drilling into his own as more of herself poured itself into his body, every nerve tingling.
"Wonderful, oui? I do like my partners to be happy, and you will be, my little raton laveur." Her coils tightened lightly around him, almost like a hug, the motion made the coon moan around her tail.
He was having trouble thinking thoughts turning to mush as he even attempted to form them in the face of that deliriously, almost sinfully sweet ooze. His eyes started to glaze over as his squirms went limp.
"There we are..." she whispered, twisting her neck around the back of his head like a soft pillow, her large, soft lips at his ear now, brushing against it closer than a lover in every possible way. "Take me inside...let me love you...feel my caressssssss...." her tongue lathered itself against his ear, her words entering his mind.
All his thoughts of escape were washed away like a shack of twigs in a typhoon. Her ooze fed into his mouth for a few moments more, before she finally stopped, removing her tail from his mouth and stroking his cheek once again as he gave a moan.
"Y-your caress..." he repeated mindlessly.
"Exactly...now...I must take you with me, you will not fight or struggle, you will question nothing I tell you, oui?"
Felpur nodded.
"Good...now, do not worry...let yourself sink...you shall live within me...breathe me...let me bring you closer than you have been with any living being...let yourself sssssink..."
Somewhere at the back of Felpur’s mind, he felt her coils changing, shifting around him, curling again and again until only her thickest ones held him bound, twin spirals of scales marked in hearts encompassing the whole of his body, his feet were even a quarter of the way through the second coil.
The coon began to sink.
He felt himself, literally sinking into those coils, his head getting lower and lower as that warm feeling encompassing him more fully, pressing against every part of his body. An ocean of Caresse around his form.
He gave another low moan as his neck sunk inside, leaving nothing but his cheeks and muzzle free of her. She looked down at him, her gaze, like everything about her, sinfully sweet. His world became dark as his eyes sank in as well, only his muzzle peaking out from the all encompassing pinkness. Caresse leaned down, large lips capturing his muzzle in another, final kiss.
"Mmmm...." she moaned lightly, before she pulled back, the Coon's muzzle no longer there, only her bands of scale softly shifting across one another.
She gave another giggle, before turning to the window, her tail changed consistency, and with a lash, the bars held up by a single screw were wrenched from their housing.
Caresse slithered out the window, and into the night.