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Chapter 25 : Growth potential / Air
Sarsa took a few moments to get her mind back in order, whilst Karl-Heinz was still being shaken from the fluffy giant sized land shark, who didn´t get satisfying answers out of the now sick looking shake toy of her.
“Fight is over! Everyone get back to thinking up ideas to solve this fucked up situation and then tell your ideas to Vaskra.” Sarsa yelled and pointed at Vaskra, who then got swarmed by slightly panicked and mostly utopic unpractical or plain bad ideas.
The Nagasha then turned to face Tris, who didn´t seem to get tired, and commanded “Let go of our hubby! No matter what you feel, we need him with as clear a head as possible, to get him to help solve this situation or at least help with moral.”
Tris shock him just a little longer but quickly had to relent under the heated stare of a truly pissed officer in power.
Karl didn´t feel like standing after that bumpy high speed bad suspension ride he just had and just half sits half collapses down onto the floor to catch his breath. The world wasn´t spinning, it was more an stomach lurching issue than a spinning head issue, but once he didn´t need to hold down his stomach acid anymore, he didn´t have a meal in a while so there was nothing in there but acid, he managed to try and help with the situation.
Many solutions were proposed, most often air vents to not die of asphyxiation, others suggested, turning the bunker complex into a castle and make the walls reach the heavens, others again suggested a combination of air vents, drugs and lots of smell based attacks, far to many to be helpful suggested sex and parlays with the attacking army involving sex deals.
A few tried to shake Karl-Heinz like Tris did, but they either lack the physical height, strength, mental strength or they were simply body blocked by the waifu wall made of Laka, Tris and a Tris scolding Sarsa. Vaskra would have loved to join that defensive wall of sexual flesh, but was send of to be a decoy in the far corner of the room. Vaskra´s decoy performance was so good that only half of the panicked bunker waifu´s where busy trying to get at Karl.
Karl-Heinz for his part was feeling oddly good, not actually good, more of a less bad and more to a central state of mind where he was content with his mood. The mood in the room after all more fit his own perception of self worth, perceiving what he things to be being loathed or negatively judged by others was after all his normal day to day expectancy of his life.
This moment of tranquility sadly couldn´t last, after all this is all just a game and he just had to poke the bear to see how far he could push the npc mechanics. Mostly this was trying to test how thirsty his harem was.
“The one who comes up with the doable solution for this situation gets a “I have sex with you right now” coupon from me.” He said with a neutral but loud enough to carry voice.
Karl´s experiment was a failure in his believe in there sanity or rather there self control over there thirst.
To many for his liking started to finger themselves, as they rushed to the biggest room they got in the bunker, the mess hall with adjacent kitchen. Well it was more them rushing there whilst Laka and Tris jointly carried his poor ass in behind the crowd. Sarsa was looking very pleased with this quick turn of focus and moral boost and added fuel to the fire by saying “not just first place wins, other sex rewards shall also be given like being able to give him a blowjob where ever when ever or to get one kink or fetish of yours teased for a few minutes!”
This wiped the crowed into that dangerous level of motivation that made the air tingle in sheer undiluted drive of passion. The danger was that Karl-Heinz would need to fear ending up in a cattle rack like milking set up to fulfill all the possible rewards of this moment.
Even the few souls of the prison blocks started to voice there pleas to be let to join this contest and after a few seconds of no reaction, instead started to yell solutions they had cooked up from the prison cells to the ones in the mess hall.
The situation became more and more heated as the simple presence of so many people in such a cramped space and such animated troubleshooting produce a lot of heat. The discussion reached a fever pitch as one of the wifes tried to grab and shake Karl again, she didn´t even manage to touch him before Laka placed her into time out by kicking her feet out from under her and then stacking the more passive wives on top of her. All the while the subdued new comer woman, who had just joined from the last night raid, was pleading to open some air vents to at least extend the time they have to find a solution.
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Karl-Heinz took pity on the woman, as the display of desperation made his hearth ache, so he tried to think of a solution to the short term air needs himself. But before he conjured up a blackboard, or rather start to improvise one with just stone as he had neither chalk nor slate at hand to make one, he had a plank of wood with a 2D side view of an air vent design in his hands.
Sarsa had managed to put together a theoretical construct that would involve air tight valves and guards at the valves , who would play coal mine canaries in Karl´s mind, to close the air supply in case of something besides air trying to enter thru them. These fancy ventilation holes also included a siphon and a mesh to stop people from trowing stuff down into the bunker.
Design approved by first waifu, a mostly nodding crowd, a pleading woman on the ground and a louder pleading less convinced, but still agreeing prison tract, Karl-Heinz implemented the idea. He walked all the way to the far end of the first floor of the bunker and made the first such air vent. Then he walks to the other end and extends it with a long new soon to be hallway and places the second air vent there.
Walking back to the first vent, already being manned by crotch sex goblin, whose name Karl hadn´t bothered to even try to learn yet, Karl-Heinz on the way there grabs one of the electric engines he had made, to then set up a ventilator or rather an industrial grade air blower.
Laka and Tris both were faithfully stomping along with him and already were enjoying the slight natural breeze the vents where creating. Still they were dealing with there husband here and Laka grabbed and pulled him away, whilst Tris jumped forward and in between Laka, Karl and the to fast spinning, self destructing spinning blades of the ventilator.
Several grunts could be heard out of the three closest to the idle spinning engine, next closest a cheer could be heard from the Gohb at the spectacle presented to her, even though one of the ventilator blades had left a noticeable mark in the stone close to where her head still is, and furthest out you got the still on going trouble solving session, where the prison complex is still animatedly partaking in.
He tried to extract himself from the newest cuddle pile on top of him, but had to wait until Laka unwrap her bear hug and until the grunting Tris got off of the two.
Checking the waifu´s for damages, Tris had some slight bleeding cuts and chunks of the ventilator hanging in her thick fur, Laka had no harm done to her. Both in turn checked Karl-Heinz and found no new issues on him.
Attempt two at a ventilator went much smoother, Karl did his work properly this time and made a fine mesh cage around the blades to not disintegrate into a shrapnel bomb quite so violently again. He also changed the diameters of the wheels powering the ventilator, to slow there spinning speed a lot.
This attempt worked much better and the air started to flow nicely thru the hallway and a bit into the rooms, getting some squeaks, sighs and other species specific signs of relive.
Such noises where the noises that just seem to whip officers with stuff to do into a rabbit frenzy. Sarsa immediately bellowed out “Did we just solve all our problems to live happily ever after? Did our little huddle hole home just became paradise? Nooooo? Didn´t think SO! WE STILL GOT ISSUES THAT NEED TO BE FIXED NOW! You all can rest when we are certain to survive until next week. MOVE IT GET YOUR BRAINS IN MOTION AND GIVE ME LONG TERM AIR SOLUTIONS !” The sheer presence of that command was enough to shut everyone up and get seemingly half of them into a reflex stance of “at attention”.
As no noises came to continue the trouble shooting session, Sarsa yelled another time to get the process flowing again “The rewards are still standing! And this short term vent design gets one of them! But we need something more reliable than a soldier sniffing gasses whilst sleeping of boredom!”
After this Karl-Heinz was excused, dragged away again by Laka and Tris to the fuck room, his bed room. The imminent death within minutes grasp was warded against and his security felt it unprofessional for him to play around more with spinning blades that could potentially hit him and had hit them. Tris did get her bleeding bandaged and was on the floor of the fuck room grumbling about the mess it was making in her fur.
A lucky released from troubleshooting Kohb sit in on the bed next to him, she asks. “Can we fuck please ? I want to have kids too and everyone gushes about how good it makes you feel!” Her clawed hand already on its way to his groin, brushing over his thigh. Her shoulder leaning against his arm and her look locked on target of the fun stick bulge in his pants.
The closed and slightly sound insulating door prevented most of the animated yelling outside to be audible.
Karl-Heinz brushes the hand aside and answers, before Laka was able to trot over to them and do her own interpretation of duty, to Laka´s own interpretation of the situation. “Yeah, no, still gotta stay ready to craft what ever solution the smarts of the waifu brigade cooks up.”
Tris was making lewd fucking hand gestures and slight moaning noises in the background, grinning very entertained and Laka did reach them now, suggesting. “You are wake-able, if only hardly so, so you could enjoy some sex to destress a bit my love, I wouldn´t mind standing watch with Tris, to get you if the need arises.”
To that Tris spoke up “Uh nope! Guard duty over a sleeper is boring as hell, fuck me hubby and make me my baby and gun please, you still owe me after all.” This ended in one of the wider grins Tris could display, her pants already lowered far enough to expose her lower lips to him and displaying them with spreading fingers, showing of there over eager ready status that she is in.
Laka and the Kohb both try to block his view of Tris with there own body's. Laka A posing and unintentionally showing of her good physique, doing a good block of the moistness Tris is trying to erotically spread around. The Kohb wins this part of the competition thou, as she walked into his lap and now he can´t really see past her breasts. Only the view upwards reveals a different view than scaly soft bosom, as his gaze lands on a dragons grin from the short stack maybe wanna be dragon lady, who is definitely enjoying his attention.
The attention doesn´t last long on the naughty lizard, as a mighty clawed paw grabs her by the neck and ever so less gently, repositions her, with just a bit of air time, onto a now gently moaning and self rubbing over eager Tris.
Karl-Heinz leans down on his shoulder to be able to get a better look past Laka, to see the two are rather miffed by there joined interruption of horny time, but otherwise seemingly doing fine.
He doesn´t quit manage to correct his posture or see the end of the duos untangling act, as yet again heavy warm milk organs envelop him. This time Laka decided to play mother hen and lay down on Karl, butting him into half forced quiet time and this time she managed to keep his arms and legs tucked in under herself.
Gently purring to Karl-Heinz, Laka says “Moma knows best, you need your rest when you can get it.”