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Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 50 : One Chapter forward / New Morning, Familiar Issue

Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 50 : One Chapter forward / New Morning, Familiar Issue

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Chapter 50 : One Chapter forward / New Morning, Familiar Issues

Turns out, he was not to blame for this fuck up. Still it was a problem they needed to face. He would help with facing hat issue as best he could too. At least once Laka deemed him fit for it or what ever other measure he needed to fulfill to be let out of time out.

Others would dream to have this dedicated of a harem, this eager to shove this sexual and sensual of bodies all against them and their faces and crotch region. The novelty wasn´t fully gone, but it gets mundane very fast. It was his new ish normal.

So now all he had left to curse was that he didn´t treasure the beauty of it more because of his rampant depression. Completely ignoring the fact of the on going war zone he landed in and all the ever progressing issues he had to deal with. He still had to deal with the issues at some point and he still was actively dealing with the ongoing issues around him.

No, that he had to chide himself over. He had made the lucky decision of getting the hen house to listen to Sarsa, mostly, and have the luck that she in all her flawed ways, is not a social person but all the more a very competent commander. Which made his problems her problems. Then the competence of the commanding wife showed as she made the now her problems everyone's problems.

Which lead to him being able to be mostly taking care off and giving him the chance to be helpful and not needing to deal with aspects of live that he was unable to take care off. Also everyone was able to solve their part of the task work load to continue their overall survival.

It was by far no perfect system, it was not even a good self sustaining system. But for now it was better than good enough working.

Time out was most often a moment where Karl-Heinz was forced to face his demons, his thoughts of doubt, his whims of inadequacy, his demons of perpetual misery. As he was unable to keep himself distracted and felt useless. Unable to solve is problems thru action, disallowed to try and flee or drug himself with addictions of distractions.

This times timeout was different.

This time he was able to reflect in honesty and cherish his situation instead of dreading it.

This time was different to him, as he still cried like the mental wreck he still was and no one could tell the difference.

Laka reported to Sarsa. ”He is out, he needs a time to find himself again. You won´t be able to get his help for now.”

“Not the worst moment for Husband to nod off, but still not ideal.” Looking around the Naga looking alien Nagasha called out. “Has the scout team reached the tunnel?! What is there to see?”

From the viewing hole turned manned gun emplacement position the wife answered. ”Not yet, they still got a bit to walk, Tris seems to be unhappy about something, she is waving her arms around to the other scouts,”

That got a verbal acknowledgment from Sarsa. “Noted.” Then a verbal critic. “Don´t look at me! Eyes out front. You are the guard on look out,” Managing to make the woman on the gun, twitch in fear and refocus her attention back out into the tunnel.

Then first wife shifted her attention back to herding the cats. “Everyone else getting ready or at least not into trouble?” She asked Vixa.

“Yes they are getting a gun in each hand and double checking that all the stuff is stored well.”

Shifting her attention to the current train operator, which of course again was the Gohb woman, and asked. “Train ready to flee to buy time?”

“Yup! Just swapping out the magazine packs for fresh ones to make sure they are fully charged,” The green menace said whilst changing packs around in a flurry. The scene looked like a to well stocked machine shop with stuff laying in disorderly piles. No one but the Gohb knew what power pack held how much charge.

Giving that one a nodding acknowledgment, Sarsa then moved on to the old game of waiting for responses. She did all she could do, so might as well sit or lay comfortable until decisions needed to be made again.

This turned into a not too long rest as the report from the tunnel scouts came by being yelled back down to the train, echoing of the walls nicely and being heard very good at the top of the train.

“It is a mining shaft. No one here, but the tunnel looks used and maintained.”

“What about the lights shining from the mine into our tunnel?” The Nagasha yelled back, at the same time using her tail to try and order the Gohb to drive forwards.

The attempt of tail gesture communications failed. But she did get an answer yelled back. “Lamps from the tunnels that got abandoned down here. They are dusty but still look fine.”

As the tail failed, the head was needed to get her orders across. “Drives us closer to the mine.”

A short while and some released, relaxed Karl later, they where at the edge of the the mine-shaft tunnel intersection. The section they let even Karl-Heinz have a look into was a huge empty cavern where ore once must have resided but very meticulously got extracted.

To that Karl-Heinz did have some insights to share. “Why haven´t they filled this hole in again yet? The whole buildings or landscape up top would come down, when this caves in eventually.”

This earned him some odd looks from the less broadly educated women around him. Which then turned into Laka playing mediator or translator. “Why would this cave in? It is stone and stone is a very strong material to build out of.”

“Yeah it is strong, but as wood and metal, stone also decays and gets eaten away at by water. Soooo eventually this will collapse, especially with that much weight of more stone on top above us. Seems like we are under a mountain too. Look how high the stone goes and no dirt in sight! I didn´t dig that deep down or didn´t try to go deeper.”

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Sarsa then retook control of the situation. “Fascinating as that may be, we still got places to be. So Husband, if you may, we need to continue on and get farther away from the fighting line.”

“Yeah you are right.” Karl answered in a voice that made Laka glare at Sarsa in all burning judgment. But neither of the two women pushed that issue any further.

They issued everyone back on the train and then continued on wards forward thru the cave and continued their travels. Still Karl-Heinz did insist on closing off the Tunnel behind them for reasons of safety. Not telling his harem that he also tried to remove all traces of them having driven thru the cave. Then feeling insecure as he again did that crafting job blind, fearing he did a bad job.

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Spending the rest of that travel day moping, in between distractions, about the fears of doing a poor job in covering up their Tracks. The day ends again in a new quickly shaped cavern. But if they did go under a hill or even a mountain, they managed to get to the other side, as test Tunnels for fresh air managed to breach the surface and give them more sweet fresh un-breathed air.

A brave adventurous soul also stuck her head into the ventilation shaft and mumbled something that no one was able to understand. The flailing of her limbs then indicated that she needed help to get her head unstuck.

Once removed she did repeat her findings for all to hear. “The air down here is super stuffy and stale! And I was able to see the sky!”

This ringed alarm bells in Karl-Heinz head. If she was able to see the sky, that meant that anyone could just poor water into the shaft or trow grenades at them. So to counter that, every ventilation shaft now got a huge collection cave under it and under their current floor. So that water or explosives may be noticed before becoming a big issue or simply exploding out of reach of damaging them more than a strong stray wind.

Laka being the best-est guard dog good girl and the bane of most of the under loved rest of the harem, had Karl placed back into time out for the rest of the day after he was lost in drawing ever more complex anti everything sketch blue prints on the wall and floor. So that he could force relax in her fur and in bed.

Tris helped her this time, finding it very funny to give him a bit of family approved, but in her mind well deserved payback. So when Laka needed to get up to relive herself, Tris pinned their man to the bed by being the weighted blanket.

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The next morning Karl was again surrounded by women. Tris was still on top of him, the fur moist with his sweat. But his arms must have wandered out on their own as each hand, on both sides of Tris, where pressed against something of breast soft firmness. His legs where also being touched by fur-less skin, so someone or someones where trying to get his attention down there too.

But his sens of touch in his feet was rather poor, as is a given for most humans, as such he had no idea what was going on on that end of his body. His head was pinned in Tris cleavage, so he was able to somewhat easily ish breath thru the mountain valley of his still current time out girl.

Him waking up and twitching, struggling, feeling around, grabbing, groping, did get noticed from someone. Sadly for him that didn´t seem to mean that he was being freed. Instead it seemed that they started playing with his accessible limbs. Tris was still enjoying pinning him way to much to move ore maybe even wake up.

This fetish dream of someone other than him, went on for some time, but lucky for him all good times must end. So Karl-Heinz was very revealed when someone said something that his mammarian earmuffs blocked out, that got Tris removed from on top of him.

Once able to see the light again and have the sight of others touch his body, the crowd was disappointed. His morning wood had come, got ignored or gone unnoticed by Tris and went away again.

The women who had his hands and Arms occupied thankfully had stopped what ever they were doing before Tris got up and Laka and Sarsa where Standing tall in the current newest fuck room glaring discipline into everyone present.

No idea what to do next with his live, let alone what to do next laying in bed to unfuck his misery factory head, he fell back onto what works somewhat and starts with his morning routine of self cheat skill cleaning. Then checking his clothes and so on.

At the same time, his for him planed schedule got revealed to him by Sarsa. “Seems like you are doing well enough husband. And this morning we need you as quick as possible. So eat your food and then please make the new home. I gave Laka the layout of the rooms we think we will need, so she will, as usual, be glad to guide and aid you.”

Shifting her gaze over to Tris, the first wife continued. ”You missed the planning session, so the short version is to led you guard the exit once Husband get around to making that.”

Tris tried to make a snide remark, but got suppressed by the still on pushing, most likely overworked Nagasha. “Yes I know that is the usual way we do it, still better save than sorry and have confirmation everyone could have known what they are supposed to do. You are free to do your thing otherwise.”

This deflated Tris a bit, with a grumpy frown on her face, a quick “Fiiiiiinnnnneeeeee” on her lips, she slouch trotted on all fours out of the room. But she couldn´t resist to trow back at least one snide comment. “Gona bug the T-Benchers instead for a bit then.”

This did get Sarsa´s and Laka´s eyes to twitch a bit. So Sarsa was forced to send a runner with. “You! Get Vaskra to watch the T-Benchers that they don´t go to overboard.” Which earned her a quick this harem´s family lewd salute and the running off of the half naked wife.

The wife running did have Karl´s attention for a moment, the jiggling of their assets whilst running was a very rare thing to see in a cramped underground environment after all.

Focus back on him, Laka took over the guiding nurturing part of this good morning welcome. “Now you seem ready, so lets get you feed and then on to work. Lots to do. Lots to get in order.”

Having gotten a last minute idea in her head, Sarsa slithered into their way and carefully injected a request.” Could you maybe first make the exit and first line of defense, that way the scouts could start their day and get us started on our outside work.”

This earned a glare from Laka, as the tone of voice was soothing and soft, the choice of words where good enough, given that she is more a army officer in need of powerful commands to the other troop wives, but it all falls apart as the effect it has on Karl-Heinz.

He in his mountain of issues, had it rain down on his psyche and after it trickled thru the gravel, sediment and stones of his mind, reach him in the way a fire alarm reaches a fire fighters department.

So Laka knew how futile it was to try and stop him, instead she judging glared at the withering form of Sarsa, who was slithering along next to them much closer than usual to the floor, as they all wandered to the North end of the cave.

The cheat speed crafting of an entrance was a quick thing, he had enough practice and was at the moment perfectly well rested, so this time it even got a few stylish engraving patterns on the walls. Nothing special like big epic depictions of lore or fantasy, just some simple wavy lines to break up the monotony of smooth stone walls.

The harem was still an eager and busy bunch, so the moment fresh air could be seen at the end of the long flight of stairs, the scouts rushed up and out.

Leaving Laka, Karl, Sarsa and the rest to man the defensive posts, to fill the anti spy dust buckets and to drag Karl-Heinz off to a healthy life style of getting him feed.

“Stop trying to rush things that can wait.” Laka tried to gently chide her husband.

“But it was a quick thing and now they can start doing their own work.” Came the situation focused defense.

“Yes, but that was not my point. You need to stop to try and please everyone and be a bit more selfish. Look at you, you have slimmed down in weight. Which looks good, but you should still eat enough to not starve. We need you as much in 5 years time as we need you now.”

“But given how much you all want to need me, I would be a sucked empty husk, milked dry of all white liquid.” He tried to playfully defend, but it in his flat voice it came over as accusatory.

Accusatory enough that their progress was now slowed by a crowd off wives trying to guard the husband from imaginary possible rapists.

Laka knowing that she did not have the ability to argue a two front war with Karl and the over zealous protective detail, just sighed and concentrated back on Karl-Heinz.” That is true, yes, but still not my point. I guard you most times of most days, still my fur is groomed and my breasts and butt big and well feed.”

This got Karl-Heinz to check mentioned assets, which of course where put on display very well by the Lopen women, as she posed her curves for him to ogle at in her well fitting fur flattening clothes. But this much sexuality in his focus had follow up effects.

First, he got hard, as a sort of late morning wood, because he didn´t have a wife ride that rod home this morning.

Second, most of his focus shifted from what ever he was thinking of in the conversation and his eyes where on the sex appeal of the closest of wives, yet rarest of lays.

Third, it was his harem, they where all consenting to a point to almost begging for his affection, so everything normal sexual he did was automatically consented too. So he tried to grab and feel her claims in more detail than just looking. This decision was a rare union of logic wanting to gather data and lust wanting to have a better feel.

Fourth, he was to focused on the breasts, that he misstep-ed sideways, tripped against on of the wall of women legs and then ended up falling. He managed to reach a 30 degree angle, compared to his upright position, before being stopped by the wall around him, landing head first on someones shoulder.

Before his body was able to relax the rest of the way to the floor, the alerted crowd managed to pass past their reaction time and catch him mid paused fall.

With a not broken nose, but a bruised face. The morning had an not so ideal start.