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Chapter 18 : Troubled Night / Battle fuckup
Sitting in the Bunker and looking out the loophole into the not to bright night of a alien soon to be battlefield. Karl-Heinz had time to think.
To much time to think.
Why to much ?
Because he did use time to think all thru out his life, think how to craft a metal piece at work, think how to better adjust or feed a machine, think about how to beat a level or boss in a game, think what strategy would smear his current opponent the best against a wall or think what mix of left overs would mix best on this weeks clean out pizza.
That kind of thinking was focused, single minded and perfectly fine. But now he had to face the problem of having not much to focus his brain on and so it would on its own wander to other areas of life.
Why was he still single? Why did he only have online friends? Why did no one seemed to like him? Why was life out to get him and go wrong every-time he tried something? Why would his face to face school friends never answer when he tried to contact them or for the chat to fizzle out again withing a day or two?
These kind of thoughts were the ones he didn´t like, the ones Karl always tried to avoid, the ones that made him feel like gutter gunk and made him want to curl up into a ball and cry himself to blissful ignorant sleep.
So Karl instead let his mind wander, he can feel shit and try to fight it, grinding his mental fortitude to dust before the battle even started or he can just submit and hope that his attention seeks more than just depressed thoughts, Lucky for him, the texture of the walls his creation spell made are suddenly very interesting, as is surfaces of the rail gun, as is the floor, as is the ceiling.
Soon his attention is not on the stairs anymore and his is at best keeping half an ear open for what is happening around him. Instead Karl-Heinz is full on distracted with tinkering with the rail-gun, playing around with prototypes for a spring loading magazine to not need to fiddle around with each ammunition when trying to shoot but instead then only needing to pull a lever.
The prototypes are made of stone that he extracted out of the wall. As his mind wanders more and more, he soon has a made of stone design ready of a mark 2 rail-gun whilst his mark 1.1 is still not even sighted correctly yet. Then he goes of the rails and starts designing a repeater ballista that is self loading, self arming and powered by a winch that a human could crank, shooting clay darts as he found clay not far behind the wall he was sitting at.
As time went by eventually the sound of heavy footsteps snapped Karl-Heinz out of his distraction. Out of reflex he jumped on the ballista and shot. As luck went, his shot hit, the brick colored axiom baked clay dart hit and penetrated.
The hit went straight thru Tris abdomen in a almost flanking hit, earning him very pissed off grunts of pain from Tris. She didn´t stop and collapse from the hit, but instead speed up her walk up to his ambush point, were she pulled out the slightly shocked and guilty looking Karl. She pulled him up into a bear hug and smearing her blood on his right arm and abdomen, whilst his head is again surrounded by mammarian flesh.
As his world went fuzzy, blue and warm, his reason failed him. He locked up and just let himself get carried off from the Cannidor battle monster.
Tris for her part had been feeling mostly good for subduing the pitiful attack that had materialized onto the bunkers doorstep. High and mighty she forgot that there was an over eager husband sitting guard, and promptly got herself shot by his newest toy. She very much blamed herself for this one, they all knew he wasn´t completely with them in the head, but he was capable enough to be a threat to any who ignore him.
She had committed that error the second time now and instantly got wounded in a new way as a reward for it. The pain wasn´t unbearable, it was a clean piercing hit that only punctured her with no shredding of tissue, the bleeding was no issue as she had bled stronger from fights with other Cannidor in the past.
The real issue was that her husband looked like a miserable mess, he looked tired as all hell, he had a manic depressed expression on his face as if he was fending of all the armies on his own with no hope of survival and he was surrounded with models, trinkets and chunks of machinery, most likely working on solutions like a mad man possessed.
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Hiding his face from the others, Tris carried him back to his room.
Laka had followed Tris to the room and then took over trying to calm him back down, trying to get him to sleep with soothing touches and gentle embracing. Over time maneuvering him back on top of her breasts and gently petting his head.
Tris for her part wandered of to get help to get her wound closed.
Karl-Heinz for his part resisted the love. He had done wrong, he had to help with the wrong he had done. He needed to work now to correct what he had done wrong.
The need to repent his sin with deeds is strong in Karl-Heinz, sadly for him Laka´s embrace was stronger. He struggled and urged his body free, but a pair of strong arms and yet stronger legs crossed over his body made that impossible.
Karl even tried to bite but the thick fur and short reach for his mouth made that effort fruitless. The action of biting itself had gained the attention of more wifes as Laka called for a bit of aid. Not long after his biting attempts, Karl was surrounded in “love” and “compassion”, which translated to many breasts pinning him down as the owners of the secondary sexual characteristic´s were trying there best to calm down there husband.
This led to a death spiral of him struggling more and more whilst they pinned him down all the harder for it, both party's getting more worried and a bit frustrated from this interaction. Tris had tried to help out but quickly caught on that her presence had only triggered him renewing his efforts of breaking free, so she was the only one not involved in this struggle snuggle.
After a few hours of struggling and a few slight changes of strategy, Karl finally collapsed. He was still awake, but his stamina and emotions were by now so drained that he could no longer care about anything. He was tired as all hell in all the ways possible, except for his sexual energy.
Karl-Heinz did had proven to be such a pain to pin down in form of sheer stubbornness that all the women continued to pin him for minutes longer. They only stopped when they heard the tell tale sign of him sleeping with his snores vibrating a few chests.
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When Karl-Heinz woke again, he was still laying on top of Laka but with a odd feeling on his lower body. Grunting and trying to turn around on his bed of boobs failed. He heard grunts and slight curses from a woman and felt arms shifting his legs and hips back into there previous position, of his ass facing downwards and his pole in position to swing a flag on it.
Rubbing his eyes Karl got greeted by gentle head pats from Laka and the view of a crotch goblin short-stack pumping his pole. This time a real crotch goblin as the bimbo in question was not taller than the Kohb he had on his belly when the night began, but this time it was a Gohb.
This Gohb was oddly pink with pink hair gelled into spikes, but these spikes were not fully punk as she looked able to quickly squeeze them flat or wear a helmet over this hair statement. The sails she was using for ears were rather large in surface area, going to the sides of her head in a upscale elven ear fashion. Her skin was poison green, her yellow eyes had a bit of a manic expression, but that was to be expected when riding the best thing you ever had inside of you. The odd part in Karl´s eyes was that she was so well endowed in hips and breasts as the rest of his harm, yet the size statement of her breasts would have also fit to Tris with the volume on display. She was missing 1 finger on each of her hands and had the stumps to show the loss of them.
“Morning” he then grunted with a but of cold indifference, still not used to this kind of wake up sport, yet still blissfully unaware of the trauma that happened last night.
“Morning hubby, did you have pleasant dreams?” came from Laka paired with a gentle kiss of the top of his head in between the gentle petting.
“Morning stud, your dong is great!” the Gohb moaned riding him cowgirl stile, panting heavy and exhausted. Her chest enthusiastically bouncing up and down with her movements. “I mean I wasn´t the first on you this morning, but boy do I loooove how every follow up bounce makes it longer harder and more fun to get the sperm out of you!”
Karl-Heinz didn´t know how to interact with over eager sex partners and his brain was still overloaded from the unprocessed stress of yesterday, so much overloaded that he only barely register the arousal from the short stack polishing his pole. So ignoring the sex crazed wife he tried to look at Laka´s face, only managing to do so by looking “up” and pressing the back of his head into her cleavage.
“Have you slept good Laka? Oooh and I hope Tris is doing well! Fuck I didn´t even say sorry to her yet!” Before Laka could answer or give other helpful advice, the Gohb was pushed a side and face first kissing dirt. Karl-Heinz jumped of his bed, grabbed his pants that were discarded by his harem on the ground in the corner of the room and without pulling them on, giving Laka no chance to catch Karl, stormed out of the room searching for Tris.
As the bunker complex is still only minimally lighted with to few scavenged lamps, and Karl-Heinz having no reverence point of what time of day it was, he just ran around the halls. He peeked into rooms until he managed to find Tris in the ambush spot where he had shot her from.
Tris was wearing a layer of bandage around her waist, covering the hole that Karl hat made. She was fawning and toying around the Rail-gun mark 2 and the fixed in position ballista. Poking, prodding, tweaking, pulling, and touching everything on the two weapons with a gentle care to not by accident damage anything on them.
Yet her focus shifted to a naked, liquids dripping lover immediately. Her nostrils flaring as she got a good long sniff of the sweet scent he was again unknowingly spreading around himself. Her grin wide, she lowered herself down onto a four limbed stance and said “Well hubby is ok again? You where rather panicked after the battle yesterday.”
Karl didn´t know what to do in a tactful manner in this kind of situation, still he had the urge to make it up to Tris in any way possible, after all she wasn´t a real world person who he could either avoid, ignore in shame or try to placate with gifts or simple words of “sorry my bad”, this was a main story character that needed to be wined and dined or else the plot would lead him to some genocide bad ending!
He held a bit of silence, both frozen in place and waiting for his next move. Karl-Heinz took again to long to think about his action and did this thinking part of his apology way to late. “Sorry that I shot you please tell me how I can repent!” He stammered out right as Tris started to move again, trying to comfort the naked statue.
“Repent? What? Do I get a wish to make now?” She lumbered closer to him until she could whisper into his ear and continued “You know what I want, sex, guns and lotsa fun in that order”
Karl gulped, still standing stiff at attention, his mind running wild in pessimism drenched ways to fulfill that request good enough, whilst endlessly poking out flaws in his forming plans. This was gonna be a rather hard task in his mind for him to achieve.