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Chapter 61 : Workout with Tris / Politics attempt three

The endless stream of bad things in Karl-Heinz point of view, that he lists off by Tris request, keeps on flowing endlessly like a over pressured oil well. Still even though no one writes along, it keeps him thinking and talking, so Tris bought herself a lot of time to think up other helpful “be better” kind of things to do.

Lucky for Tris, she was not alone in the room and Vaskra managed to have her own good idea to further this odd forced situation into a better channel. “Maybe try and get him to think happy stuff? Husband seems to be spinning in misery with his own motivation this time.” She whispers to Tris.

To that Tris nods and holds up Karl, by grabbing his face and mouth shut with her hand. “Shush, you seem to know many bad things, many odd bad things as I never heard about what Nestle is. Anyway, switch up to a different pose, it looks as if you have worn out your arm and now are more pushing with the prosthetic than your muscles.”

After a quick repositioning, Vaskra is now above Karl-Heinz and playing as a weight for his legs to push up and down whilst he is laying on the ground.

As Tris did not prompt him to think positive yet, Vaskra takes the moment and does that herself. “What did you already achieve in being better with the family?”

As this was a question aimed at getting him to think more positive thoughts, it turns out that Karl-Heinz is not very good at thinking positive, be it lack of training or a yet hard to take shift of his own point of view. This was seen in him stopping all his movements and just blank staring at the ceiling.

Given that they all well knew that he sometimes needs much much longer than most people to reach an answer, the resulting inaction and silence is allowed to drag on. So long in fact that Tris shifts her position from standing on two legs, to quadrupedal stance.

Then sitting.

Then Laying.

Then Sitting again.

When Tris is about to start doing her own workout moves, Karl starts to but his overcooked thoughts into words. “I am grateful to have a so dependent family that force me to do my chores, Happy that I am not alone with my thoughts.”

The time had given Karl-Heinz so much room that he had jumped one or three mental steps ahead in his mind and thus again not really answered the original question. Still, this question was just a primer to change the mood and thus this answer was a success in achieving that goal.

This time Vaskra followed up the next question, she had by far enough time to have her own thoughts in order to progress the theme of this scene by now. “So is the life with us better than where you came from?”

This answer gladly came at an almost normal speed from Karl. “Yes”

“So you already are doing better.” This was spoken as a statement with all the certainty Tris could push into it without turning it into a battle cry or getting loud.

Lucky enough, Karl still registered it as a question and returned another “Yes”, reinforcing the positive effect of Tris statement.

“So why am I not feeling happy or normal?” Came the confused, but this time not mental break down laden question from the man.

Still this was an easy if not very psychologically or politically masterful answer from Vaskra. “Because you ended up in a war zone and married a random bunch of desperate soldiers. Then we struggled for months and finally managed to escape the hell hole and.”

Now Tris pushed the still idling second wife aside, stopping her speech and standing in her quadrupedal stance over Karl-Heinz, continuing the now bastardized speech. “aaaaand now we got new problems to face that may force us into more unsafe moments. You also are a very odd man to not hiding behind us wives at all times being pampered. But you do you, you help a lot after all.”

This did manage to finish off something in Karl-Heinz head. Next he put his legs back on the ground and tried to crawl out from under Tris. “Yes.” He says in his bland monotone voice again. “Lets now do the now problems. My head is frying from all the heavy thinking. So next time next week.”

Then he gets up on his feet and looks at the odd look on Tris face. But before he can ask for clarification of the confusion, Vaskra cuts in. “Yes now do the now problems, we need a door for diplomatic stuff and Harriet.”

Being shooed out the normal ,not craft cheat opened, so still log block able door, Karl was then back in the hallway, tripping over the back third of his first wife´s tail. He still was greeted and shielded from attention by a slightly relaxed but still very irate Laka and the usual gaggle of random wives, trying and failing to hid the readied explosives to break the door or wall in.

So all was more or less as should be normal again for now.

The Gaggle group walked past the mess-hall, getting greeted by a runner and requested to not halt at the mess-hall but follow the tail all the way to first wife´s torso. They did that without issue or complaint and meet her in the currently staffed greeting room.

A many blocked hugs, still sneak stolen hugs and kisses and a gesture later and the entrance stairs to the surface was open yet again.

But to Karl´s amazed subverted expectation, the room was not immediately flooded with molten need of women squeezing down the stairs in what ever form they where able to. No instead a few people orderly came down and the Nagasha was able to open the door outside and properly greet the visitors at a respectful distance.

Then Karl´s expectations got confirmed anyway as a small contingent of over very over eager, oddly enough eager, concerned instead of eager and dripping wet women flooded into the room. But this seems to have been a machination orchestrated by Harriet, as the wife to be victory marched in behind the lot. Then tried to walk right past Sarsa and into the bunker, which got blocked first by Sarsa´s disapproving glare, Sarsa´s tail tripping the Volpir lady and a quickly slammed shut door, after Sarsa had pulled her tail all the way into the greeting room.

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Chaos was ready to burst out into open anarchy with this mixture. Still this was not the first greeting gone bad for any of the harem wives. The guests quickly got divided and conquered, or rather divided and gotten distracted and put to work.

The marriage application boot got opened up again, also reformed into the stone wall by a quick request made at Karl. This got most women´s attention. Then the opposite side of the room had Sarsa avoiding the unplanned guests and the actual greeting committee followed the Nagasha to the less crowded side of the room.

Mostly followed the Nagasha first wife, some got into the bastard mix of waiting line and shoving bulk to try and get their hopes up to get a man.

Still Sarsa could not tell or care less who of the present women where neglecting their duty, as long as she got a formal set of papers set up that could guarantee their independent safety and trade deals going.

A more bland looking woman started the conversation. “You are Sarsa, the first wife of this family, correct?”

“Yes I am and who am I speaking too in return?”

Karl had moved not one bit from his golden spot close to the way further into the bunker, but again getting bored fast listening to the chat outside the walls. He still was sweaty from the workout and didn´t seem to notice it. How could he anyway? He was surrounded by very well fucked and dedicated women who could suppress the growing desire very well by now.

“I am Mia Hooter. I was send here to negotiate with you.” Mia answered with a slight bow.

This did not get a reaction out of Sarsa, she instead pulled in her tail and set down her hip section on her piled up tail to be a bit more comfortable. Waiting for her opposition to make a mistake or move.

It didn´t take long and the socially skilled conversation continued on with Mia probing. “So we heard you want to close a trade deal and would like to be left in, well mostly left alone conditions. Say, why not relocate to further away from the front lines instead?”

“Maybe, for now I will see what options I can haggle for here where we are now, relocating is quite the hassle, you know. Also this close to the fighting zone our traded goods are in high demand so close to it´s intended area of being used.” Sarsa replied with a slight smirk on her lips.

“Yaaaa we got the best guns around!” an enthusiastic Rabbis wife shouted from one of the em-placed gun positions. She emphasized her words by slapping the Gatling rail-guns barrel in front of her.

Outwards unperturbed Mia pressed on. “Oh I know you have interesting offers. I was informed of your brief dealings with our troops on the front lines. That officer had handed in a few reports about you. Sadly the counter attacks to win your little position back where for naught and they seemed to have missed you relocating.”

“Seems just so, our trip here was eventful but gladly we managed to avoid pursuit and discovery at most turns.” Sarsa got a little bit more smug, she could taste the air and buying time and letting her opposition just talk did give her nice information and soon the very upper hand.

“Yes yes, that is not something I don´t want to know. But let us first get to why I actually got send here. After all it is much more comforting to know that the group of women running around your fields is a friendly and just misplaced bunch instead of assuming it and ending up seeing ones land damaged or destroyed.” She waves off.

“Correct, but I am that woman in that field and from my point of view I am afraid the farmers may try to come and cause me trouble. No, rather that they come and try to cause trouble again. The last Lady walking down here to talk was sadly to far up her own honor that she ended up fighting Tris and ended up losing her honor and armor.” Looking a bit happy at being able to bring up this point, Sarsa´s coils pull together a bit tighter and making the head move a bit higher.

“Yes yes, she was reprimanded when she got returned and one of her secretaries had been asked for a report. But could we now move on to the important aspect of what kind of relationship you try to have with my nation?” Mia said whilst standing a bit stiffer in her spot.

“Non aggression and trade, also a bit of top land around our newly build village.” Sarsa shot out with a pleased grin afterwards.

“What if we say no to that?” Came as a to quick to be diplomatically properly thought out response.

“Then the random women in the fields go and first fend of the women trying to stop them, then these random women go and start having fun that marauders can come up with, taking what supplies we need and see how far our fun can go.” The Nagasha said with a more stern determined look, lacking any of the previous mirth.

“You may cause a bit of trouble, but eventually you would all die.” Mia countered to this threat.

“Oh maybe we would fall, maybe not. We did survive the front lines and managed to break thru to end up here. So I put my chances very high in dyeing of old age rather than laser fire. The question then turns, from my point of view, into if you want to really deal with the potential looting and destruction or would you rather treat us like an uppity little cult but otherwise peaceful trade partner?” With this comment the smugness was creeping back onto Sarsa´s face.

Mia was rather professional at diplomacy, her face managed to not change its expression after that threat. She was also standing straight without outwards visible issue.

Karl was getting bored again by now, Laka did try to placate and preemptively get him drunk once she noticed the first fidgeting movements on him. She had a bottle on her in on of her clothes pockets for just this kind of occasion and had handed it over to her man and protection charge by now.

Karl for his part had his mind wander again, but this time his boredom was slightly more welcomed than usual. He was busy retracing his thoughts on his situation. He knew he felt shit, that was how he felt most of the time he could remember. Feeling shit or numb. But this change and this many unhealthy eager women and all the other mostly exciting situations on this planet mad him feel good often enough, even if it is only the guarantied happy feeling after an orgasm.

So Karl suspected his minds emotions where deliberately fucking with him, which would fit in whit how a depression would work, feeling bad no matter what he did or didn´t do.

“What do we need to pay you to release the poor man and become part of our nation?” Mia said with a straight face, If she had sweat glands, they may have betrayed some kind of emotion, but she didn´t have them and thus just stood there straight.

“Nothing, he is not for sale.” Sarsa said without thinking about it, directly back into a full angry glare and a stare that would make any rabbit freeze up into a stone statue imitation.

Mia did see Sarsa´s reaction and noticed that this was a sore topic she stepped into. So changed strategy, “What trade deal are you thinking off?”

“Simple, you send us foods and resources or even stuff that needs repairing and we in turn hand over finished products, We also want to be a recognized foreign entity with our own small patch of land. Also some other amenities like that we are to be treated nicely or we start either colonizing or marauding and plundering. You know, it boils down to us wanting a nice enough life or we will get nasty if we get denied.” The glare did not drop, even though it soften a bit off as her mind had wandered back to the negotiations part of this interaction.

“Is it really smart to threaten every time you try to get something? Wouldn´t it be nicer to dangle a treat that I would want instead of trying to build a fear of danger?” Mia snapped back, seeming frustrated at her situation.

“Ok, get us a good deal and you can have your spies back.”

This did manage to break Mia´s stony composure. As she took a half step back at Sarsa leaning in to deliver that line.

“Or would you rather we take care of them as we please?” The Nagasha leaned in a bit closer, coming into licking distance of Mia´s nose.

“What spies do you mean?” Mia tried, but her acting had failed that attempt already one backstep ago. “We did not send any spies.”

Which did get a supporting nods of the supporting gaggle of Mia´s entourage.

“Please, in my travels thru the war zone and no mans land, I had to adapt a lot. Your Cloaken sneaking around as they please unseen and all nude was one such thing. You lost a few of them against us. Now you could save the ones you send when we turned up here in the peaceful zone.” Sarsa upped the pressure, like pressing an advantage in a fight when the enemy is slowly routing or their trenches devolving into a melee chaos.

But this was not a combat war, but a no rules verbal battle of a negotiations war. So the pressure did not gain the victory of the war, merely the victory of this engagement, with a hopeful advantage for the next battle to come. Thus Mia gave her excuses and fled the scene with her gaggle of helpers.

The excuse of “I will need to contact my higher ups and clear up some details.” rung rather hollow, but sadly not totally dismiss-able. Thus Mia was able to do a tactical retreat instead of being routed and demolished or cornered and eradicated.

Sighing heavy, Sarsa straightened up her posture and accepted the applause and praises from her side of the defending sister wives on the guns. Knowing that she had yet much to learn in politicking, a skill sorely needed and very hard to acquire in training or recruiting.

As the First wife suspected, Harriet had joined in on the applause next to her and now budged in on her personal space and stealing her attention.

With a deep sigh, Sarsa´s posture of dominance broke down into one of frustration. She sagged back down to her normal height and slithered her way back inside of the defenses. “What did you manage to bring me, my scamming merchant aspirant sister wife?”

Still being a rather scheming seeming woman, Harriet´s honor and dignity had been disregarded. So the spiel continued on with how she was an honest trader.