Backfire [Thundercats, Panthro/Tygra, PG]
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dethorats
Rating: PG
Warnings: Innuendo, Machine Tentacles
Prompt: Thundercats, Panthro/Tygra: bondage - That's an interesting device, Panthro; what's it for?
Word count: 1126
A/N: For June 29, apologies for the lateness. Also, apologies for the cop-out ending. Fic inspired by an episode I just saw on Comcast On Demand…XD I had forgotten just how cheesy this show is.
Panthro hadn’t bothered to come up out of his lab for lunch and Tygra knew that could only mean one thing – there was some interesting new project under feverish development and his friend would no doubt be thirsty and hungry when someone finally popped downstairs to check on him. It was a matter of moments for Tygra to grab a glass and throw together a sandwich and then he headed into the bowels of the lair in search of his elusive comrade. Sometimes he regretted putting the lab underground in his design but, given the sometimes dangerous nature of Panthro’s research, it had been necessary. Still, perhaps he could see about adding in some reflectors and skylights. Maybe the waxing and waning of sunlight would serve as a reminder of the progress of time to his friend even if his stomach did not. When he poked his head around the corner of the open lab door, Panthro was just where he expected, shoulders hunched over a work table and a soldering tool showering sparks over clever hands.
So intent was Panthro on his work that, after his first few steps, Tygra grinned and made sure to keep his motions slow and stealthy, creeping to within one or two feet of the table. The new device was smallish and gray and looked like a simple cube with a blinking light on the top. Tygra wondered what it was for, knowing that with Panthro behind it, it could be practically anything. And it would be simple enough – and entertaining – to find out from his deeply engrossed friend. Even as he made to set the food down and opened his mouth to loudly call Panthro’s name, the device the other was working on suddenly let out a piercing tone. Tygra clapped his hands to his ears, apologetically shaking his head at Panthro as the Thundercat shouted something unintelligible at him.
Then, even as the irritatingly loud noise continued, the top of the cube slid back and steely cables snaked out, catching Tygra first about his wrists. His hands were captured and lifted above his head, leaving his poor ears vulnerable as he struggled. Two more cables shot forward, one wrapping around his waist and another about his ankles. If it wasn’t for the tight hold on his wrists, Tygra would have found himself face first on the floor. As it was, his balance felt extremely precarious and the continuing din was giving him a headache. He shouted for Panthro just as the other finally managed to turn off the machine, or at least the part of it that made noise.
“-thro!” The shout faded as Tygra sheepishly turned his head towards the Thundercat in question. Speaking at a more appropriate volume, Tygra looked hopefully at the device currently in Panthro’s hands. “So can you make it let me go, too?”
Unfortunately for Tygra, Panthro slowly shook his head. “I can…eventually. But not right this second. This isn’t finished yet and I am not sure how you triggering it early has changed the calibrations.” The gray Thundercat fixed Tygra with a stern gaze. “And how many times have I told you not to try to startle me when I’m working? This time isn’t so bad but one day you’ll really be in trouble.”
Tygra did his best to look apologetic, hanging his head and sagging in his bonds. “I know. But you missed lunch! And anyway, what’s this thing for?”
Panthro looked at the sandwich that had unfortunately ended up on the floor and then at the blessedly unspilled glass on his work table. He took a long sip, then, suddenly realizing how thirsty he’d become. He set the glass back down and eyed the cube, tracing the path of one of the sturdy cables from where it emerged up to the point where it wrapped around Tygra’s wrist. “You remember,” he said, deep voice faintly tinged with regret, “the other month when Driller broke in here and kidnapped me?”
“Oh yeah.” Tygra nodded. They hadn’t been able to find Panthro for hours and when they finally had, he – or rather the clone Mumm-Ra had made – was creating havoc in the countryside. Some of their neighbors still weren’t too friendly towards the gray Thundercat even after the truth had been revealed; a fact that continued to depress the engineer.
“I don’t want anything like that to happen again.” Panthro patted the cube and then grinned sharply at the captive Tygra. “This device acts as a motion detector. It can be cued to individuals so that they don’t set it off but anyone unknown will activate the alarm and will then be restrained until the device is turned off or commanded to set them free. I was thinking we should have one in every bedroom.”
“That sounds great!” Tygra watched as Panthro rummaged through some drawers, coming up with a handheld scanner that he plugged into the cube. “It would be really effective at preventing Mumm-ra or the Mutants from messing around in the Lair.”
“That was my thinking,” Panthro said, studying the scanner as it beeped at him. “And I hope you didn’t have any plans for the afternoon. Because according to this, it will take several hours to recalibrate the device so that I can order it to release you.”
Tygra groaned, squirming in the firm grip of the cables at the thought of being stuck and still for so long. “What am I supposed to do for that long? Just hang around?”
“Ha! That would be a fitting punishment. Maybe you’d finally learn not to try and sneak up on me in here.”
“But Panthro!” Tygra’s protest was almost a whine, a petulant tone that would have been more fitting coming from the Thunderkittens than from the tiger. “You know if I’m stuck here I’ll be bored and then I’ll have to bother you just to keep from going stir-crazy.”
The grey Thundercat reached into another drawer and pulled out a pair of earplugs, pointedly showing them to Tygra. “I can block it out.”
“Aww, come on.” Tygra’s voice dropped and deepened, tone holding an underlying purr as the striped Thundercat desperately changed tactics. “I’m sure you can think of something to keep me occupied.”
Panthro set the earplugs down and folded his arms over his chest. He made a slow study of the captive Tygra, eyes dragging over the taut, bound length of him. And then he smiled, the tips of his canines showing, as he stepped out from behind the work table and headed over to shut the laboratory door. “I suppose,” he said, breath hot against the back of Tygra’s ear as he returned to the captured Thundercat, “I have a few ideas in mind.”
Author/Artist:
dethoratsRating: PG
Warnings: Innuendo, Machine Tentacles
Prompt: Thundercats, Panthro/Tygra: bondage - That's an interesting device, Panthro; what's it for?
Word count: 1126
A/N: For June 29, apologies for the lateness. Also, apologies for the cop-out ending. Fic inspired by an episode I just saw on Comcast On Demand…XD I had forgotten just how cheesy this show is.
Panthro hadn’t bothered to come up out of his lab for lunch and Tygra knew that could only mean one thing – there was some interesting new project under feverish development and his friend would no doubt be thirsty and hungry when someone finally popped downstairs to check on him. It was a matter of moments for Tygra to grab a glass and throw together a sandwich and then he headed into the bowels of the lair in search of his elusive comrade. Sometimes he regretted putting the lab underground in his design but, given the sometimes dangerous nature of Panthro’s research, it had been necessary. Still, perhaps he could see about adding in some reflectors and skylights. Maybe the waxing and waning of sunlight would serve as a reminder of the progress of time to his friend even if his stomach did not. When he poked his head around the corner of the open lab door, Panthro was just where he expected, shoulders hunched over a work table and a soldering tool showering sparks over clever hands.
So intent was Panthro on his work that, after his first few steps, Tygra grinned and made sure to keep his motions slow and stealthy, creeping to within one or two feet of the table. The new device was smallish and gray and looked like a simple cube with a blinking light on the top. Tygra wondered what it was for, knowing that with Panthro behind it, it could be practically anything. And it would be simple enough – and entertaining – to find out from his deeply engrossed friend. Even as he made to set the food down and opened his mouth to loudly call Panthro’s name, the device the other was working on suddenly let out a piercing tone. Tygra clapped his hands to his ears, apologetically shaking his head at Panthro as the Thundercat shouted something unintelligible at him.
Then, even as the irritatingly loud noise continued, the top of the cube slid back and steely cables snaked out, catching Tygra first about his wrists. His hands were captured and lifted above his head, leaving his poor ears vulnerable as he struggled. Two more cables shot forward, one wrapping around his waist and another about his ankles. If it wasn’t for the tight hold on his wrists, Tygra would have found himself face first on the floor. As it was, his balance felt extremely precarious and the continuing din was giving him a headache. He shouted for Panthro just as the other finally managed to turn off the machine, or at least the part of it that made noise.
“-thro!” The shout faded as Tygra sheepishly turned his head towards the Thundercat in question. Speaking at a more appropriate volume, Tygra looked hopefully at the device currently in Panthro’s hands. “So can you make it let me go, too?”
Unfortunately for Tygra, Panthro slowly shook his head. “I can…eventually. But not right this second. This isn’t finished yet and I am not sure how you triggering it early has changed the calibrations.” The gray Thundercat fixed Tygra with a stern gaze. “And how many times have I told you not to try to startle me when I’m working? This time isn’t so bad but one day you’ll really be in trouble.”
Tygra did his best to look apologetic, hanging his head and sagging in his bonds. “I know. But you missed lunch! And anyway, what’s this thing for?”
Panthro looked at the sandwich that had unfortunately ended up on the floor and then at the blessedly unspilled glass on his work table. He took a long sip, then, suddenly realizing how thirsty he’d become. He set the glass back down and eyed the cube, tracing the path of one of the sturdy cables from where it emerged up to the point where it wrapped around Tygra’s wrist. “You remember,” he said, deep voice faintly tinged with regret, “the other month when Driller broke in here and kidnapped me?”
“Oh yeah.” Tygra nodded. They hadn’t been able to find Panthro for hours and when they finally had, he – or rather the clone Mumm-Ra had made – was creating havoc in the countryside. Some of their neighbors still weren’t too friendly towards the gray Thundercat even after the truth had been revealed; a fact that continued to depress the engineer.
“I don’t want anything like that to happen again.” Panthro patted the cube and then grinned sharply at the captive Tygra. “This device acts as a motion detector. It can be cued to individuals so that they don’t set it off but anyone unknown will activate the alarm and will then be restrained until the device is turned off or commanded to set them free. I was thinking we should have one in every bedroom.”
“That sounds great!” Tygra watched as Panthro rummaged through some drawers, coming up with a handheld scanner that he plugged into the cube. “It would be really effective at preventing Mumm-ra or the Mutants from messing around in the Lair.”
“That was my thinking,” Panthro said, studying the scanner as it beeped at him. “And I hope you didn’t have any plans for the afternoon. Because according to this, it will take several hours to recalibrate the device so that I can order it to release you.”
Tygra groaned, squirming in the firm grip of the cables at the thought of being stuck and still for so long. “What am I supposed to do for that long? Just hang around?”
“Ha! That would be a fitting punishment. Maybe you’d finally learn not to try and sneak up on me in here.”
“But Panthro!” Tygra’s protest was almost a whine, a petulant tone that would have been more fitting coming from the Thunderkittens than from the tiger. “You know if I’m stuck here I’ll be bored and then I’ll have to bother you just to keep from going stir-crazy.”
The grey Thundercat reached into another drawer and pulled out a pair of earplugs, pointedly showing them to Tygra. “I can block it out.”
“Aww, come on.” Tygra’s voice dropped and deepened, tone holding an underlying purr as the striped Thundercat desperately changed tactics. “I’m sure you can think of something to keep me occupied.”
Panthro set the earplugs down and folded his arms over his chest. He made a slow study of the captive Tygra, eyes dragging over the taut, bound length of him. And then he smiled, the tips of his canines showing, as he stepped out from behind the work table and headed over to shut the laboratory door. “I suppose,” he said, breath hot against the back of Tygra’s ear as he returned to the captured Thundercat, “I have a few ideas in mind.”
