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Chapter 17 : Drama / Troubled Night
The Sleep that followed his first bunker day found Karl and his current bed arrangement quickly. It had been a busy and tiring day. Yes he did bump bimbos and he liked this encounter more than the last two times he had a moist crotch region.
The night itself wasn´t so peaceful sadly. After finishing just one deep sleep phase, being in a time period that he could be awoken with any chance of success, he did get pulled out of his slumber.
Not by over eager hands or lips on his most important quality, not by breast or butt suffocating him in his sleep, not even by idle scratch marks caused by twitching aliens he is sleeping with.
No this time that sand man had failed him was the continued world record attempt from Sarsa and Vaskra at being the worlds best at “Arguing against a wall” tournament about who would hold the nebulous title of FW, the firstest of fuck meat wife, with the added benefits of nothing as the roles of who does what already seems to have been spread around and decided.
This bunker was working fine and the people in it were doing there duty´s well enough for now. Yet the snek and Tret trash wouldn´t shut up in the quiet times of the day.
Groaning as he gently removed the Kobold looking alien short-stack from his belly and gently getting out of the soft embrace of many mammaries with fur covering, which wasn´t the best ergonomically to lay in sleeping position, but was the best bed he could ever remember laying in due to 80% horny factor.
It took him longer than it should have to get up, so long too long that the Lopen woke up and hearing the noise for herself, decided to follow along with what wordless plan she didn´t understand, from the weird hand gestures Karl-Heinz did, but wants to see it anyway.
So they followed the sound to its source, both mostly undressed. They find Sarsa and Vaskra looking tired as hell, they seem to be giving it there all.
Karl then dramatically snaps his fingers to get there attention.
The finger snapping doesn´t work the first or fifth time and instead he then uses his craft spell on the two distracted targets. From the ground lumps of rock fly up and hit them both in the mouth, only to not hit but rather encase them. Giving them solid stone gags with a hole in the middle that shows that there tongues and jaws are fixated locked into place, there lips are encased into the rock and the hole allows them to still breathe, but also very limited speech in form of grunts or simple sounds.
“Now that I got your attention,” Karl reprimanded, pausing it with a small yawn. “We were trying to sleep, and you should too. I hope these will give you the time to thing about how you use your air a bit better.” He was pointing at both there gags in turn. “And one more thing” Another rock slammed from the ground into Sarsa´s crotch, suffusing into a polished smooth chastity belt looking solid stone panties. “Horny jail for you for being way to grabby with my balls and dick.”
Sentence spoken and enacted, Karl-Heinz turned around and left the room again, his Lopen bed followed in stunned silence and the wall arguing competition turned into a staring grunt contest, which was still very stubborn, but they were much quieter for it. Hearing the continued argument grunts on his way out, Karl groans in frustration “They seem to tired too learn”.
He then looked around for were Tris was sleeping and managed to find her on Watch duty at the entrance of the bunker.
“Hi Lover, can´t sleep? Need a new fluffy bed ?” Tris was again grinning as she saw him approach, the grin got a little wider, when she also noticed that her offer egged on his current fluffy bed a bit.
“Yep hole in one, Vaskra and snek woke me up with there mouth fight,” He yawned again still being rather tired, “so I gagged them, they still won´t stop. Can you get them to bed please? They seem to tired to see reason.”
Before Tris could answer Karl-Heinz turned around and walked back to his room, Lopen on his heels, Kohb awake and confused looking around where everyone left too.
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“Lets sleep some more, I am to tired to start a day yet.” He said as he waited for his bed to get into position again.
“What woke you up?” The Kohb asked, not hearing anything besides some heavy footsteps in the distance.
“Screaming snek and Vaskra, now sleep time.” He short explained and after about a few minutes of turning into a sleep relaxed illusion of a good sleeping position, much to the rumbling soft moaned delight of the Lopen, Karl fell asleep again.
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Only to be woken up again, feeling wise, still to early, by someone using the “let sleeper fall to wake him up” technique. This time thou he was less grumpy and more shocked as the chosen method also spikes his adrenaline levels.
Looking around Karl realizes he is laying on the bed with the Lopen standing next to him and Sarsa and Vaskra looking at him with sorry looks in there eyes. Karl-Heinz doesn´t see the wordless pleading.
He instead first asks “What is going on ?” He was trying to make a joke, but to think one up sadly was beyond him at the moment.
“We saw scouts and think they will be attacking the bunker soon. You can continue to relax here Husband, but we need everyone able to talk now, especially the only one here with any skill in commanding and organizing. “ She gestured towards the two gagged sorry wife's of his. “Any other issues we can go at after we are save and secured you again.”
Having a not fully booted up head quit yet, Karl nodded, rubbed the grime out of his now grimy eyes and used his craft spell to turn the gags into gravel chunks of stone, Both start spitting rocks out of there mouths onto the floor, Vaskra then quickly jogs out of the door, whilst Sarsa remains to say her part.
“It pains me greatly that you had to resort to such drastic measures, to show me the errors of my actions. I hope to do better from here on out.” She said, bowed her head and torso low to the ground and then also retreated out the room, already yelling orders to get the situation under control.
Karl-Heinz for his part just blinked a bit confused “Oki this is weird.” The silence after that sentence dragged on for a minute, before he then couldn´t stand it anymore and instead went to distract himself again. “What was your name again ?” He said whilest looking up past the rows of breasts at the Lopen´s face, him sitting on the bed and her still standing next to him.
“Laka” she smiled as she shared her name with all the grace of a school girl smitten with a mans attention.
“Laka, Laka Laka Laka …” He said in reply, his gaze no longer on her as he repeatedly mumbled the name to remember it better. Karl-Heinz got of the bed and walked right out of his room and right to the storage bunker entrance room, being followed by Laka in full clothing and holding her laser rifle.
The storage room was empty of people, voices could be heard from the direction of the way out of the bunker, were Sarsa and Karl the day before had set up elaborate ambush points and gun emplacements, that now are being prepared for the battle plan of choice.
So Sarsa was doing her thing and Karl-Heinz was trying to help. It is a bit hard to help in someone else´s plans if you have no idea what the plan is and communications are a bit strained from drama. Instead he went to the stored supply's, quickly gathered as many metal objects he could find and then with a few memory challenges recreated his mark 1.1 rail-guns plus amunition.
The rail-guns were still shit and a work in progress, but they would shoot and would deliver pain upon this raid of npc´s !
Laka didn´t need to be told anything, the gun like shape was enough to clue her in to take them and bring them to the rest of the defenders. Karl helped her carry the weapons or rather he carried the ammunition that Laka overlooked and didn´t think to grab.
Once the defending girls spot them, Tris eagerly abandons her post, grabs one of the rail guns and some of the lose ammunition, almost vibrating in excitement at holding the to small for her gun, but she very vividly remembers the effects she saw in the last battle. “When you make a better one, let me know!” she says before leaving the bunker completely and going up to the ruins of the abandoned village above.
Vaskra, still with a diminutive and guilty posture takes a rail-gun and wordlessly follows Tris outside, not forgetting to bring ammunition herself.
The others look a bit bewildered at the display of the gun giddy Cannidor and find the presentation pleasing enough, to also request one of the limited rail-guns. Sarsa face palms and yells them back into order before they can swarm Karl.
Karl himself walks up to Sarsa, one rail-gun on a not ideal but functional sling hanging on his back, “What´s the plan?” He asks with groggy still sleepy look and an internal mood of “get the job done, just work your way thru”.
“Well the plan is to keep you save, so what are you doing here ?! The wifes are to defend there husband at all costs!” She throws back at Karl-Heinz in a commanding officer voice. The dread of having been rude to her husband can be seen on her face, but she doesn´t feel like having the time to be gentle to her lover at this moment.
Trying to be in the action again Karl tried to argue. “I got range, I got cover, you all got cover and range, soooo another pair of hands to hold the fort is good yes?”
To witch Tris then added “He got a point, also we could get more bitches from who ever attacks by showing off his dick to them after blasting a few to pieces with these nail-guns he made.” Her grin almost sounding painfully wide from the giddiness of her voice, as she was stomping around outside, hyping herself up for some fun.
“Rail-gun, not nail-gun!” Karl yelled back out the bunker at Tris in a dry tone.
“Come out here and nail that into me!” Was the not so mature reply from Tris coming back down.
Sarsa also not at her best just sighed, slithered outside and waved Karl-Heinz to follow her. Once outside she started “The bunker was spotted by scouts who ran of the moment we tried to stop them, they should be back soon with most likely all fighting soldiers of who ever they reported too. We got no real hope of escaping before we know from which way they will be coming and our best chance is to huddle up and break there moral in failed attacks, then try to sweet talk our way out. This will be a mess, so go into the kill hole that is farthest away from the front and be careful to not shoot any of us in the back. Understood ?”
“Yes understood, I will also make more ammunition if you get me more iron or stuff if I get the materials to do so.” With this Karl walked back down into the bunker to take up his spot, mood quickly starting to decay without a distraction to suppress his emotional thoughts, waiting for an attack.