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“This place is a wreck…” Severa mumbled, rubbing an itch on her arm, her skin was prickling over something yet for all she looked around she couldn’t tell if it was only her imagination or something unseen.

The deserted streets were worrying in their own right, with not even distant sirens to be heard. It was like she’d entered another world, yet without finding a wired phone or some station to refuel her ride, she was going to be stuck on foot. The flickering street light didn’t help her imagination that something had gone wrong here and recently, too. Though the fact there was still light showed it can’t have been completely abandoned, right?

Her strolling investigation led her to a tunnel that cut underneath a road, yet it was that tunnel's far side that stole her focus. A payphone sat, beckoning her, illuminated by a halo of light.

‘Finally, some good news.’ She sighed to herself, walking toward it. Her phone might have had no signal but it still had a list of contacts for her to pick from.

She felt that prickle again, looking around herself and seeing nothing out of the ordinary, the street was empty of cars and people, with nowhere big enough to hide behind. If she wasn’t imagining it it was probably someone in one of the many high up buildings, peeking from their window. ‘It’s their neighbourhood, they’re entitled to it.’

She’d be out of sight through the tunnel, if she still felt eyes on her then, she’d know something was up. Her steps took her past the lip, where her footsteps and the shuffling of her leathers echoed rapidly around her. She heard a strange creaking noise but with how the sounds distorted, it was probably just one of the tighter spots of her attire.

At least, so she thought until a blunt and spread-out force slapped the square of her back. “Huh?” She asked, fur standing on end. In the middle of her turning around, the slapping pulled back, threatening to take her jacket with it. She stumbled back before she found herself lifted off the ground! The tight leather caught below her shoulders pulling her only for a soft squishing squelch to strike along her back and rump. Rather, it would be more accurate to say that she impacted them!

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.

The mass fell totally still after a while, just like Severa herself, the only motion was her own breath and a dull, soft pulsing from what held her.

Just as she concluded it was done, she felt fresh motion, though rather than targeted it started creeping all around, the squishy goop at the back of her head, the layer that had crept over the top of her jacket, slowly it all grew and encroached further. With deliberate calm, Severa herself reached to take a fistful of what stuck her other arm in place and gradually pulled.

Her instincts wanted to thrash and squirm, still, yet as her fist released the mass and in turn was still unstuck, she noted it didn’t secure either limb again, nor hasten to repair the fresh damage.

She held her caught arm upwards, even as she slowly managed to peel off the goop around the sleeve, balancing speed with calm surety. After all, if she waited too long she risked the rest of her body being caught.

With her shoulders held as they were, it was out of her reach to get all the way to her gooped hand, yet once the arm was mostly clear she shut her eyes, took a breath and wrenched in one fast motion.

Elasticated gooeyness snapped as the limb tore free but that certainly alerted the goo, fresh tendrils seeped and quested, before launching blindly but with growing accuracy. A sudden thought dawned on Severa, she rolled her shoulder, seized the sleeve and then pulled her arm into it. The loose end of the jacket sleeve was caught and slapped back to the wall but the charr managed to sneak her arm out from inside of it! It wasn’t the greatest success but it was still progress.

The mass still squirmed a little more now it had been freshly agitated, yet by holding off from stirring it further, it soon subsided. A new risk came to light, if she squirmed out of the jacket, entirely, it might not have the necessary strength to hold her. That could let her pull free, or it could leave her stuck in a less controlled posture.

With aggravating care, she turned her focus to her gummed up leg. Working slowly to clear the goo that was in reach. The monstrous mass was seemingly focused on snaring up the now empty jacket sleeve and the loosely open side, buying her a little more space.

Craning down she managed to just about clear to the knees by hand. It wasn’t ideal but it gave her some chance to start working her legs loose, stretching the goo as deliberately and gradually as she could. The strands clung to the limb but with a strong kick she was confident that her right leg would come free.

Slowly she started to work on the left while wondering how she’d shrug loose with her other shoulder and also how to get her tail and head free.

As if in answer to her concerns, she noticed her head had slightly more range, the mass had been deflating so gradually she’d not realised. A little more progress and she’d be able to rip it. The creeping touch was reaching her belly, though, where the short tank-top below the jacket had hiked up a little.

This was her chance, it had to be! Her legs kicked abruptly, snapping the connections, while both her hands rose to her neck, swinging into it and pulling through. The mass there stretched but the reinforcing strand in her mouth cushioned enough of the force to keep it from breaking. ‘Crap!’

The moment of peace was up, the mass was riled! Her claws scraped desperately, carving into the neck bracing collar, slowly whittling it while her body dropped closer to the ground, her arm slipped loose from jacket, dropping her until her feet hit the floor!

Squelch.

‘Crap!!!’ The goo wasn’t just on the walls and ceiling. The layer on the floor was thick, too, squishing between her toes. She wrenched her legs up, tired from the struggle but desperate and adrenaline fuelled to squirm loose, long bands gunking up her fur, making each following step more of a trial than the last.

The tether at her neck and mouth reached their limit and snapped, her claws swiftly clawing the remaining scraps free. “Gah, phaah! C’mon, Sev, you got this!” She yelled out, the battlecry half to encourage herself, half to gain the attention of anyone else who might be hearing her.

She’d thought herself to be winning yet suddenly a fresh barrage of the bulbous tipped tendrils shot out. The goo had been so focused on ‘subduing’ her jacket that it had not yet diverted attention to the charr herself, yet now her hands and legs were kicking and pulling. “Nngh- is this all you got?” She growled, whether taunting the mass or deriding herself to strive further.

The goop stretched and creaked, she was inches away from a clear floor. Suddenly the world went dark on her as a particularly thick blob flung out and engulfed her head. The tips of her horns were still visible, snatched upward as it reeled in! Her hands couldn’t move to help either, the thick tethers on her arms held them shy of reacting. “Mmhlblhbphh! Mhghk!” She groaned.

‘Burn it all, no! So damned close!’ Her horns bumped the roof of the tunnel, the goo seeping in and tangling over her shoulders and arms. Her position was even worse than before, slathered flat against the ceiling rather than the wall. Her protests let out a bubble as her lungful of air inflated the mass, tearing just wide enough to let her suck some freshness in.

The tendrils swam in on her, more and more, as the simplicity of the creature worked to fully subdue the charr in earnest.

This time it discarded the questing slow pace, choosing a fast and swift spread, reclaiming all it dared of its own mass from the ground and walls to focus on ensnaring Severa. Moments later, she was helpless. Plastered so strongly and thickly against the tunnel’s stone that even her weight and size barely stretched the mass. A light gust of air tickled over her nose and her dangling toes, yet every other inch of her, from heel to horn, even down to her tail tip and claws was buried in the slime.

What’s worse, the undulations of the goo seemed to be fixated on her leather pants, pulling them down and securing her fur directly below.

Was it too much to hope that the thing ate leather and would leave her alone once it realised she had no more? As of right now, it was either that or be discovered by the last handful that might still populate the eerily empty town. A prospect she wouldn’t look forward to even fully dressed.