Preview of Goo-groper
This is an excerpt from a story that you can read the full version of on either my Subscribestar page by following this link! Or with my Patreon page over here! It will still make its way to FA before too long, though. But every bit of support you can offer would help me so much!
Slightly loose interpretation on April's prompt, but Chaz put ideas into my head. I imagined a couple of further things and ... tadaa~!
Inspiration was drawn from a certain trap in Second Life with a mix of my mmories of it and my own spin on it to keep it distinct.
Summary: When Severa gets nabbed by a blob on the wall, she has to try her best to struggle free without further upsetting it. Luckily it doesn't seem too dangerous but unluckily, it also can't be reasoned into letting her loose.
Word Count (Full Version): 2255
A thick sticky mass was plastered across one of the tunnel walls, hidden totally within the shadows and now Severa was stuck to it! “What the hell?! Where did you come from!” She said in anger, frustrated at her own inattentiveness. “Nngh, get off my jacket! Gah! And my tail!” She demanded as another small, bulbed mass shot out from behind and squished into the fur, pulling the flapping limb back before it was secured with a trio of further bands.
That should have been her sign to stop fighting, yet with the speed of events she hadn’t noticed it responding to her aggression! Her arms and legs flailed, kicking in a concerted effort to try and break loose from the stretching mass. It was working- for a time at least.
The charr was slowly pulling away on the whole, outpacing the pull to work herself closer to its limit and to breaking loose.
A vibrating quiver- the gooey mass’ anger, shook over from behind before thicker bulbs than those at her tail shot out of it. Severa’s right arm and shin and her left thigh felt the force as they were tangled and then powerfully wrenched back, undoing everything she’d managed to achieve. Not only that but the stretching mass she was pulled into was thicker than before, rolling not just around her back but to her sides and even starting to creep further forward.
“What?! No! Damn it all, how?!” She yelled, her free arm’s claws moving to the tendril at the other arm. She lashed and shook her head, a further mistake as a twinned strike of bulbs moved from behind her head shooting in front of it. One caught under her chin, wrapping around her neck firmly and pulling while the other shot wide between her open lips, landing back in the goo but leaving behind a sturdy band that cleaved tight between her teeth. “Mghhammn?!”
Her hand redirected, trying to grab that neck snaring mass in concern, it was thickening, inflating! The pressure stayed the same at her neck, not enough to threaten her yet the growth pushed down on her shoulders and up on her cheeks forcing her head to stay still.
The mass snaring her legs and arm hadn’t been idle, either. The more she strained the more leashing tethers flowed around the top to pull them back, one even finding the gap at the base of her pant leg to creep over her fur directly and with a soft tunnel-echoing thud her dislodged boot hit the ground.
The press over her ankle and heel made her writhe all the more, her other kicking leg smacking into the goo in its flailing, a tendril seized that other boot and in tandem with her struggles wrenched it off, leaving it mired in the puddle and against the wall.
Somehow something about her left arm hadn’t upset it enough to snare, though the more she pulled at her restrained neck the thicker that grew, disproportionately to the speed of the rest.
Panic had hogged the spotlight and got her nowhere. Instead cautious thought started to creep in below, prompted by an idea Severa tried to bite deep into the mass. Another vibrating quiver, keenly felt against her tongue and the roof of her mouth, echoed before the gagging tendril puffed up in retort. She immediately relaxed her jaw instead and, after a moment, the growth ceased. It wasn’t retreating but it also wasn’t getting worse.
Slowly, the charr woman tried her best to relax her other limbs, needing slow and steady breaths to do so. The fevered catching pace dwindled down. ‘Damned creature, had your fill yet?’ she thought at it as it was slowing down. It had subdued her for some purpose, surely. She hung, slapped to the tunnel wall that her eyes were finally growing used to the gloom of. Her right leg was lost completely in the sludgy mass, while the arm on that side fared little better, just her few twitching fingers on show.
She’d at least reached an impasse for the moment, waiting for the creature- if it was alive, to fall totally still. If she could move her leg and arm more calmly maybe she could work her way free of it all.