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Chapter 23 : Evening Pancakes / new Day
New day, new possibility, same bed. `Why is my bed basically a motherly furry´s wet dream? Given the furry in question isn´t just a gay deranged weirdo, unlike meeee a not gay depressed deranged weirdo ...´ Were the thoughts going thru Karl-Heinz head as he was laying on Laka again, his back not complaining to much about the bad ergonomics of the uneven surface yet.
He was still pinned under his blanket by other women still. This time not so many as when he had is breakdown, but still his last nights creampie pumps were still there and a distinct lump under the blanket, near his crotch betrayed the presence of another of his wifes.
Oddly enough this time not busy playing with his joystick, but a quick peak below the blanket revealed that she was watching and seemingly waiting for the right time to strike. `The blessings of a morning without morning wood´ Karl thought.
Not wanting to start his day just yet, he opted in to just lay there a bit longer.
He didn´t manage to lay there much longer as soon the “cat” watching his “mouse” got impatient and jumped to action by gently rubbing the snake awake. This in turn shifted her weight around on Karl´s belly, jump starting the ingrained need of the morning loo visit.
So the struggle began.
Karl tried to lift the blanket from himself to get free.
This failed due to a woman on either side of him clutching the blanket tighter, pulling down to stay in bed, effectively squeezing him down into Laka.
Next he tried to snake his way free upwards towards Laka´s head and out from under the trap blanket.
This failed do to Laka being half asleep, miss judging the situation and then pinning Karl against her chest with a motherly loving, chest compressing bear hug and a loving kiss on the top of his head.
Next he tried to shuffle and wiggle the still hunting thirst trap on his belly to at least stop playing with is now slightly hard penis.
This failed as the short stacks determination was greater than Karl´s and her range of movement under the pinning blanket. But she already was at her goal location so she didn´t mind the immobility as much as Karl did in that moment.
The end result was a reluctant morning wood blowjob and another few minutes in bed until Karl´s groaning and lamenting could fully raise Laka from her slumber and recruit her aid to reach the toilet.
That plan sadly failed partially as Karl´s willpower lost the few first trickles on the way to the loo. But veeeery lucky for him, no one noticed or acted if they did notice on it and he had a perfect cleaning cheat skill.
The spell was the best thing for Karl-Heinz since he had his balls emptied by another person than himself. He didn´t even need to brush his teeth anymore. But he did miss the relaxing comforts of having a warm bath in a big bathtub.
Not wanting to bother with the logistics of water pipes and central heating systems for a bathroom to his level of dreamed creature comforts, especially because he knows that he would need to make it Tris sized or rather Tris, Laka, Him and two or three more waifu sized,
So instead he just goes of and leads himself and his current shadow, which again is Laka, to breakfast. Being spotted in the now group meeting room more than eating room, by Sarsa, he first tries to act normally and just grunts a greeting at Sarsa and the other ones present. But the desire to have some quiet head space quickly died when he was swarmed by his wifes, new faces and the starting trio Vaskra, Sarsa and Tris.
Before he could get the first bite of food even into his hands, someone had placed a food seeming plant in his hand and his other hand suddenly had a glass bottle of some liquid in it. The food looked like some fruit and the liquid sloshed like water and looked as if it is in a wine or medieval soda bottle.
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The whole situation was to close and personal as his wiggle room got smaller and smaller by the second, eager hands hovering closer and closer, yet keeping distance to just not touch. His established girls realized that it was getting to close for Karl-Heinz and shooed the crowd away to a bit more distance.
“Did I miss something?” Karl asked a rather perplexed wife, whilst taking a small bite from what ever food he had gotten pressed into one of his hands. The food like always was bland and boring in taste, but his stress eater trait didn´t mind as it was still a working distraction.
Sarsa then took the lead “There was a night expedition were we found more supplies and deserters, your rail guns are so nicely dark when they shoot, so we tried to use that for our advantage.” Then she continued a bit more silent and mumbled to herself. “They still can´t see much at night, so that method is still shit.”
Seeing the opportunity for what it most likely wasn´t, Karl-Heinz then went ahead and declared. “Sarsa is first waifu! Vaskra is second in command!”
The stunned shock that were on Sarsa´s, Vaskra´s and Tris´s faces was priceless. But Laka managed to keep them from starting there rematch of wall argument competition number two, by stepping around Karl, grabbing both of them by the mouth, pinning it shut, and then whispering something into there ears. “Be happy with that arrangement and stop trying to boss the other around you two! It has been the way he declared it now for a while now, so just accept that it is official. We can re-argue again when our lives are more secure!” There was a slight growl in her voice and the other women around out of fear took a step back.
Laka then continued to sweeten the deal. “Now maybe if you play the situation right you can get him to remove your granite panties Sarsa and you Vaskra can continue to slink along behind Sarsa with your minimal leadership skills unnoticed of your incompetence.”
Laka then dropped the grip she had on them and stomped back to her spot next to Karl-Heinz, who had finished his undefined but filling meal and was oblivious to the slight politics going on in the background.
Sarsa recovered quickly from the intervention of objections, bowed her head and torso and said. “Wise decision my lovely Husband, I will not disappoint you and work on as I have until now as best as I can.” She was grinning from ear-hole to ear-hole as she said it and raised back to her normal height.
Vaskra got a quick punch in her flank, making her grunt a bit in pain, then she copied Sarsa´s move with a facial expression of defeat and resignation. “Thanks for solving this issue for us.” The frustration she felt radiated clearly and strong in the axiom around her.
This prompted a pop up to flash in Karl-Heinz view.
“Task completed, appoint a first wife and everyone accepts it”
A bit further down in the text block he then read that the reward was again more meaningless faction, progress browny points that had no context for him and he just as well just ignores them.
The pop up window disappeared again and Karl-Heinz focused back in on his surroundings, still being confused about the new changes of the bunker situation. So he opened the box of new information by asking. “Now what happened and why am I holding booze?”
Sarsa having the leadership role now claims the privileged of informing there husband, also subtly tripping most everyone else in the room half on purpose with her long strong snake tail, to get a head start in talking and positioning a snake body line on the floor. “We tried to see how well a night raid would go and send out a few girls and it seems like it went great. So now we got more wifes and supplies without the risk of being seen or shot that easily. Sadly the raiders in question request better lamps to be less easy to spot when out on the battlefield. Also they managed to find a crate of fine wine that someone somewhere lost in the chaos of the battles.”
“So now it is party time? Right after I woke up?” Karl asked, looking more closely at the finely shaped green glass bottle with a half washed of label on it.
“If you want to yes, but the bottle is yours to do as you want, it is your sort of first half proper marriage gift from.” Sarsa then got interrupted from a woman stepping, stumbling forwards and tripping over Sarsa, interjecting “ME!” before face planting onto the ground and groaning.
There lay another attractive woman with the body of a porn star. This time it was a Rabbis woman, her looks were a bit misplaced given the better than normal fitting army clothes, her clothing was missing the trench-coat, most likely stashed away somewhere else, instead she was wearing tight strong and form fitting brown pants, showing of her child rearing hips and juicy ass whilst giving her small bunny tail room to show of its coal black fur. The torso and breast melons were covered by a no longer white shirt, it was covering her modestly, even thou the arm holes for the lower pair of her four arms was a bit crudely cut into the fabric.
She wore straight black shoulder long hair in a ponytail, which was joined by two bunny ears making her look like a slightly cliched bunny girl, but with 4 arms that couldn´t be explained away by accessories.
She quickly got back up whilst the attention of the room was solely focused on her and her failed graceful entrance into the conversation. Noticing the attention once she recovered her standing position, she started to strike a pose of confidence, folding her upper arms under her breasts to show them of higher and having her lower arms stand on her hips. She was smiling wide and happy with big red lips, pale skin and big brown eyes at Karl-Heinz.
Misreading the intentions and gestures of the new Rabbis wife, Karl-Heinz mumbled a quick “Thanks? I guess.” Then he ignored her and switched his attention over to Sarsa “So what is the plan for today? I think I gotta work on more rooms to live in as we seem to be getting new folks rather fast.” Turning to face Tris he continues “sorry shark waifu, your boom stick gotta wait a bit I think.”
“Yes you dig many more rooms and fill them with a basic bed and make enough toilets, everything else we will handle. But don´t overwork yourself hubby.” Sarsa shifted her look upwards at Laka, her voice shifting to a commanding tone. “And you make sure that he doesn´t go crazy again! If he does send for help if needed.”
The so far only Nagasha of this group then slithers around to reposition her torso to face the mob of new and known wifes and starts to plan the next few steps they need to take.
Karl completely zones out the planing phase his first and second wifes are doing as he directly gets a big long deep kiss from Laka, distracting him. Before the world allows him to see more than a big happy dog face in front of him and hear more than an chorus of “oooh” and “Me next!” he gets picked up and carried away and of into the still to dimly light tunnels of the slowly expanding bunker complex.
The Game system ever present informs him of his new daily quest of constructing 10 barrack rooms, 2 latrines, 1 storage room and 3 multi purpose rooms. He already cursed the slight tingle of dopamine his daily quest addiction was giving him.