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Chapter 60 : Too many problems / Workout with Tris

“Does that mean you are bi?” comes the confused answer from Karl-Heinz to Tris statement.

“Of course I am Bi! Everyone is, not seen any sister on the front who isn´t up for some fun time with who is available.” Tris boasts with confidence as Karl gets shuffled around Laka and out of the BACC room.

They then as a group follow Tris over to the Bunker gym room. Not needing to invest any money or even much effort and time into making rooms, means they can have all the luxury space and rooms they could dream off.

The few reasons why this doesn´t get out of hand is that Karl-Heinz needs to be asked, so they need to get past Laka´s protection detail, they need to keep the new rooms clean, which already is a despised task by most wives, even including the newest ones and the not yet expelled prisoners and intruders and not one of them ever did any static building calculations or air flow optimizations, so no one wants to over-stress the luck of to many to big rooms choking everyone with stale air or being buried under so much stone still above them.

Once in the gym room and far enough away from the central command of Sarsa maybe trowing a veto at Tris ideas, the Cannidor lady tried to get her claws into the problem at hand. “So how do you want to be better?”

Tris then flexes one muscle bulging arm whilst lifting a comically to big weight rack with the other one, most likely pulling in axiom to pull of this display feat of strength. “You want to be stronger or fitter?”

Tris then puts down the weights gently, shifts her pose to push out and up her breasts into his face. “Do you want to look better?”

Before Karl can think enough for an answer the pose shifts again as Tris just drops her ass with a swift dump, cushioned by fur and very voluminous booty size, on the ground. “Or what is it you need to be better at?” Now sitting on the ground like a dog about to rub his butt on the carpet, staring almost at eye level into the no longer rage filled look of a disparaging Karl-Heinz.

“I don´t know.” He mumbles, but then ,driven by the pressure of his depression pain of the still flaring current melt down, adds on. “All of it? I just want the depression to end. And for that I think I need to be better. And I want to be happy, but how is one happy? And you all got me to do and try so much but I still don´t feel really better. Yes I got sex, Yes I got lovers, I got more social stuff than I ever wanted, I still get to do my hobbies or what not that is possible down … No my hobbies are dead back on earth. But I don´t know if sitting playing PC games all day really is a factor of my depression.”

Tris tries to stop him, but Laka is there to counter stop that attempt with a strong paw on Tris jaw. Laka was happy that he is managing to let his thoughts flow and to get more words to try and pick meaning out of.

He carries on with his self reflection. “I had all the food and water and shelter back on earth and here too. I had no social life aside from goofing off in games. Back home I was numb. Here I am forced to feel and can´t take it. It is so much and I can´t tell what I am doing wrong. I don´t ...”

Tris then breaks free from Laka´s grasp and gently axiom powered smacks Karl out of his mental death spiraling thoughts. Sadly Tris axiom muscle boosting skill is not very fine refined as she put on strength to break free of Laka, she also smacks Karl out of his vertical position into a horizontal one.

Karl-Heinz has no real awareness of the oncoming impact and simply collapses like a sack of bones, sort of rolling with the punch and wordlessly collapses to the ground without much damage aside from a few bruises.

At least from Karl-Heinz perspective it felt like no big deal, to everyone else in the room Tris just smashed the most valuable person or entity on the entire planet, like a drunk on power lieutenant selecting volunteers for first line Charging duty to their death. Disrespecting the china tea set with a sledgehammer.

Before Karl could grunt and properly lift himself of the ground, he was already being trampled by the enraged berserk mob of wives rushing at Tris.

Who in fairness of her flawed self realized that she had fucked up massively and instead of laying low the attacking party, like she easily could do with not that much issue, given that Cannidor are a very feared threat on any battlefield front line, she curled up into a ball against a wall and hardened her muscles with a touch of axiom and taking all the punches without complaint.

That Tris was now as soft to punch or kick like a concrete block with a thin wool blanket hung in front of it was, didn´t bother the rightfully enraged group bashing their knuckles bloody on her. At least her fur softened some of the blows to avoid broken bones in hands or feet.

Lucky again, Laka was more worried about the first slightly bruised and now less slightly trampled Karl, than about joining in the kick group with some mass that could maybe do some actual damage.

He for his part had managed to roll over to lay on his back and staring at the ceiling, holding and rubbing his good side face cheek, where he had been smacked, with his prosthetic aided arm and rubbing a more nasty pain in his right flank with his good arm, where he had been stepped on.

Laka observed that he was breathing a bit heavier than normal but didn´t seem to be bleeding. But before she could call Doc and try to get a closer look at him, Karl took a deep long breath and got himself off the ground.

Laka´s body managed to shield him from more trampling as more outside women half realized what had happened and joined in to try and bash the problem.

Just As Vaskra and Sarsa managed to enter the room, Karl put his foot down and crashed the party for everyone. Putting a halt to everything and everyone by closing the door, with Part of Sarsa´s tail in still in it seeming stuck in position, and seeming to craft so much things at once out of sight that noise let the room vibrate and everyone drop from exhaustion lack of axiom.

Now standing tall above everyone else laying on the ground, still rubbing his pain, he spoke. “Let Tris do her thing.” He said as hard as he ever had said anything, keeping everyone quiet and waiting for him to continue even thou the axiom returned enough for the wives to be able to move again.

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“I need to face my problems. Hiding didn´t help. Ignoring doesn´t help. Tris tries to confront them. I need your strong help Tris.” This plea of urgency, fueled from his desperation and his despair, managed to neutralize most of the emotions of anger anyone had and they shuffled a bit away from Tris, who then got back up and walked over to Karl as if nothing had even touched her.

“Sor.” She tried to start, but again surprising everyone was cut off by Karl-Heinz.

“NO!” He even yelled, starting to full body tremble. “I need hard facts, I need hard work and I will do it now!” He took a breath and tried but failed to calm himself back down, he was by now flooded with Adrenalin and panic sweating. “Sorries later. Now you tell me how to be better, to be not depressed.”

“Then start by lifting some weights.” Came the slightly worried reaction from Tris. She was way out of her dept, but willing to fake it until she could think of a next step or at least buy time for someone else to save her out of this mess,

Karl did as he was told, crafted himself a 5kg dumbbell and started lifting it with his right arm. Lucky enough the axiom was still not back to normal completely, but this minor reshaping and adjusting until the object felt like 5kg was not a big strain on the Axiom.

While Tris was watching and racking her brain for solutions behind a fake grin, Sarsa and Laka flanked the woman and a small discussion broke out.

Laka starting. “If he hadn´t stopped the Family, you would have been so dead, you maybe still are.”

Sarsa followed it up whilst Vaskra tried to join in with hearing the small conversation group. “Report. What happened?”

Tris used this as a chance to tell her side before opinions could paint a less optimal picture. ”Husband got into one of his bad thought spots, I tried to slap, eeeh snap him out of it. They tried to stop me aaaaand I may have slapped Karl-Heinz to the ground as I broke free from the group.”

The glare Tris earned from the snake could have made Drill Sargents blush in envy.

Having the first wife in full view of her peripheral vision, Tris felt the need to try and either dig her own grave a bit deeper or hope to mitigate the following blow back to less severe degrees. “He needed that slap! Look he is still trying to do better!.” The glare somehow becoming more intense as slit-ed snake eyes grew closer as eyelids added the next layer of slits.

Tris grin broke and she raised her arms, forgetting Karl wanted her attention and help. “Fine I will accept what ever punishment you hand out to me oh glorious first wife!”

Before the Nagasha could back off and focus on the next step in this situation, Karl piped up again. “No you will not! I need help and big Shark mama is the only one willing to smack me when I get stuck. I need her!”

This about ended every thought the present women had in the still very packed room. Laka lifted her hands, but more than open and close her mouth did not get achieved by that line of crashed thoughts.

Tris for her part found a roll to play and slipped right back into it. “Then continue moving this weight! You are barely lifting them up!”

Everyone else just shuffeld around on their spot, still unable to leave due to the closed door and unable to help Karl-Heinz or Tris or request the exit to be opened for now.

Sarsa for her part had more options at hand of stuff she can and should do, to better their situation. This may not be the best solution, but it was the best she could come up with for the moment. “Hubby, could you please open the doorway, so that we can leave you to work out with Tris without being disturbed.” The voice started as a question but half way thru the sentence shifted in tone to an apology, based on the shame she collected from the unfortunate events leading her to self blame the current pain of her man on herself.

This would lead to Sarsa doing a very in depth questioning of the women involved to get a better picture of how to handle the situations fallout or add to it herself.

As the door opened again, Tris gave Karl a bit of verbal abuse for daring to stop his arm from moving, most likely to stay in her role and overshadow her own inner mix of emotions, and Sarsa pointed at Laka to follow and Vaskra to stay. Sara was there, having been alerted by the commotion and thrown out of bed to do her duty, but had been stuck on the outside of the closed door, staring at the trapped part of Sarsa still outside of the room.

Still despite the half awake night guard insisting on doing her job, only Tris and Vaskra remained with the man in the gym.

The door ended up being locked by a bar of rock that is removable from the inside, but no lock or anything short of a blasting charge would open it from the outside. After that reforming craft cheat, Karl dropped first the weight, then himself right back after it, as his Adrenalin level dipped below the magical minimum point that he had used to keep going.

Now collapsed on the floor, he curled up into the fetal position and just stared blankly into the room. Unfocused on anyone, anything and observing the void of space between realities. Slightly shaking still from the weight of emotions, thoughts and Adrenalin remaining in his system.

Vaskra and Tris both looked at Karl, then each other, then observed him for a bit longer. After a roughly three minute break, Tris had enough and grabbed him, lifting him into a standing position with ease under his armpits. He was hanging limp and not taking to using his feet, so she smacked him on his left cheek with her tail.

“You wanted to be better! That was enough of a break. Now tell me your thought results.” Tris tried to command. But it needed to be repeated a second time until Karl managed to come back from that void trip.

“Everything is meaningless.” He managed to almost mumble out rather quiet.

This display of utter defeatism managed to break something in Vaskra, so the second wife unloaded her stress. “Meaningless!! Are you sure? Because to me everything I have done was for you and the family. OUR family. You impregnated all of us. You will be a father. You will be happy. You have saved most of us countless times and also risked our lives just as often. How? How is a life full of epic saga worthy events MEANINGLESS?!” Full on screaming at his face at the end of it.

Still hanging limp in Tris arms, he pulled up his legs and closed his arms in a cowering posture, fearful eyes managing to focus on Vaskra.

So Tris metaphorically stepped in again and slapped Vaskra in the face with her tail.

This did lighten the mood in Karl-Heinz a lot and he found that comedic enough to let out a small single laugh. Still it seems that the single laugh was not enough to get him back to moving, so Tris tapped his not trampled flank with her tail to try and get a response.

He twitched a bit, so she repeated the poking and asked. “Are you gona get back to lifting now? To be better?”

Her tilted head seemed to have been enough to get him out of his current funk or breakdown or overload or exhaustion or what ever other reason was keeping the man of the harem unresponsive this time.

So he nodded yes.

Got set back on his feet and continued to monotonous lift the one weight with his good arm.

Big question for Vaskra unanswered and Tris busy to crack this situation with a very ill suited match up of skill set and character for this problem, made the rooms atmosphere quiet and tense. Karl-Heinz seemed to have no major problem at the moment and managed to look neutral again.

The neutral expression didn´t say much, but it was better than the grimaces he wore when breaking down, so it did count as an improvement.

Lucky for all in the room, Karl could start and sweat without invoking to overpowering sexual urges as both women present where very satisfied in their urges and thus much easier able to suppress that aspect of this interaction.

Still the question of meaning didn´t let Vaskra go, so she gave it a second more calm attempt to resolve. “What do you mean with meaningless?”

“What do you mean meaningless?” Karl-Heinz countered, having had forgotten that keyword of the chronology of their chat pre his latest mini or semi break down.

“You said it is all meaningless. Why is everything meaningless?” Vaskra was definitely building up a slight rage again, but so far she would be able to handle it, if not Tris would cut her down and handle it for her.

“Because no matter what I do, I am not happy. So why even try if I am miserable no matter what I do?” Came the unusual fast response without the half a minute waiting time like the last answer had taken. So this was one of the premeditated ones that had kept his mind busy when he had free mental space to do so.

This lead back into a long stretching moment of silence. Long enough that Tris switched him away from using his good arm to training the crippled one and his axiom prosthetic usage.

“So what would make you happy?” Tris then threw in. “I enjoy the rush of battle and dominating in combat over others.”

“Hmmmm, to have sex feels good, to be praised for completing hard tasks feels good, but they must have been hard for me or I just feel bad for being mock praised. Also I feel good when I help others and see that it helped.” He starts blabbering and both take very careful note of what he is saying.

But sadly, or rather as to be expected, Karl-Heinz stalls out and can´t name any more things that make him happy. So Tris rocks this boat by trying to keep him talking, whilst exercising. “What makes you unhappy?”

This resulted in a very excessive stream of many minor and seeded in between major possible situations that Karl-Heinz can think up that do make him unhappy.