Preview of A Warband's Bet
Story by Ashari on SoFurry
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Summary: Developing a non lethal restraint weapon, Vandar's failed attempts are wearing his band's patience down. To keep things light hearted, one of them proposes a wager for its final test, one that he should have thought through the phrasing before he accepted.
Word Count (Full Version): 2874
“Yhmmm mghhgnhh! Mhh whhss-”
“We can’t understand a word you’re saying, Vandar.” Serana said with a chuckle, watching on from the firing position as she removed the spent casing and tended the weapon itself. Scar and Raheel were now the closest to him, watching on.
“Don’t forget for it to be a success you have to prove you’re restrained.” The latter said.
“Hrrrghhff…” Vandar growled, moving his arms, the sticky wet goo was like trying to move though heavy mud, resisting any motion. The lumps of his limbs could be seen through the thick coating as it stirred within and then stretched out. Yet after only a couple of inches of push the coating creaked, overpowering the charr’s respectable strength and compressing him if he dared to relax. “Mmmh?!” He blinked in shock.
The interior of the shot was like thick mud, he could squirm and move within it but the outside had cured, hardening and stiffening, preventing him from breaching the surface. His legs pulled up, once more lumps showed on the outside from his knees bumping up but the legs were unable to fully detach from the floor. When he tried to lower them though, he felt a cushioning resistance underneath, was that a sign of progress?
On he struggled, putting in a sweat raising effort to bring both arms in front of him, pushing the interior hard enough that the indents of his fingers and the pads at his palms were visible, all while the assembled band members jeered or encouraged him. “Go on, don’t cheat and slack off just so you win.”
“Yeah, keep it a fair test, won’t you?” The latter from Scar who smirked knowingly given his own sudden swapping of the test conditions.
With another stretching strain Vandar’s legs came free of the floor! Yet now he understood the cushioning, the molten goo had been trailing under his legs, hardening in that same way and now was like a perfect encapsulating bag. The thick morass at his chest kept smoothing his arms back down in a half-hug while the pressure was also trying to get his legs to bend if he didn’t fight and stretch back.
A sudden tweaking lance down his calf muscles made him ‘mhmmmhh!!’ in surprise, writhing as his own body conspired to seal his doom; a heavy cramp was making his stretches all the harder to prolong. Also for all his legs managed to raise, he’d not been able to do the same with his rump, quite firmly splattered to the floor, the additional weight there meant that the sticky coating held on.
“Looks like he’s trying to me, though I don’t know why you’re curling up.” Scar said, poking one of Vandar’s covered feet with his own claws. The outer material squashed and squeaked, transferring a little of the contact through. “Come to think of it, why didn’t you get his head loose? If we win I might want to have a look at that mouth of his. Though admittedly, with how stuck he is, we’ve probably lost.”
“Heh, have we? I say even just getting the display here is a win in its own right.” Raheel replied “However-.”
Serana walked to join them. “However, that’s why we set it to heavy and aimed up. Remember the bet? He’s got to report in to the lieutenant. How’s he gonna do that without a mouth and while he’s stuck there?”