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Chapter 8 : Foodtimes/Muscle
That wall of muscle at the door then shoves into the room and almost pushes into Vaskra again.
Vaskra for her part goes into a state of panic, turns around, runs for the workstation and grabs and aims one of the mostly assembled guns from the table.
"Hey ! I wasn´t done with that one and who are you big fluff ball ... shark ?" Karl gets up and turns around and watches as the Cannidor bows down to get thru the door and into the room.
This new space babe turns out to be more than a exposed set of short fur covered abbs, she is close to 3m tall when standing up straight and has a almost 2m tail with shark characteristics thru out the back of her body. Her body shape is not a hourglass bit more a day-glass as her hips struggled to get thru the door frame whilst here chest was thankfully bouncy enough to take not the door frame along for the ride.
Starting at the head she has a shark shaped maw with just as many sharp triangular white teeth. Unlike a shark she does have long thick ears that communicate emotions better than her lacking facial muscles, when compared to a human or Tret. Her deep blue eyes scan the room and male before her with a black slit in the middle like a cat eye. The mane of Thick hair on the top of hear head goes down to in between her shoulder blades.
Her body is completely covered in thick, short blue fur with white tiger stripes. Her hands and paws are tipped with vicious claws that have a bit of a look to them as if they were sharpened with a grind stone. Her muscles were not only showing on her abbs but all over her body and bulging impressively with every contraction of movement they made.
"Seems like this is the right room, that slick weapons slither bitch of a father humper wasn´t lying then. So here is the deal, I say what happens here now and you are my stud now." Turning to look at Vaskra "Put that toy away, you should know that you got more chance hurting yourself than me with that excuse of a stick you are holding."
Maintaining her stance and holding the gun steady aimed at the invading alien babe, sporting a way to big toothy grin of confidence, Vaskra returns "He is mine and Sarsa´s, i am first Woman, if you want in you go thru me!"
Before the pair could continue there seemingly one sided posturing for dominance, Karl piped up "Do you even lift ?"
This confused the new woman and made her tilt her head in confusion "What ? ..."
"Oh just the first thing that came to mind, you look like you are often in the gym training, you don´t seem that you don´t lift weights while training, but oh well wanted to say it and did so. Now why try to force me to love you ? That shouldn´t end well for you, i mean if you force me to live with you long enough eventually my spite will end up finding a way to escape or kill you, yes ?"
This made the blue giant stagger back a bit in confusion, thinking for a moment and then going down to all fours, walking casually over to Vaskra, with a fixed gaze on Karl-Heinz. He deemed the encounter over and refocused on working around on the tinker project on the table.
Leaning in to the perceived non threat of Vaskra, the new woman whispers "he is not quite here in the head, is he?"
Seeing her only chance to win the fight , Vaskra smashes the butt-stock of her rifle onto the leaning head of the shark near her, only for her to not even flinch and her weapon to crumble to pieces from the impact and missing covering plates, of the internals of the gun, holding the components usually in place.
Looking mildly annoyed but not shifting her gaze to acknowledge the attack “would you stop that ? I am trying to fix a man here!”
“And I am trying to protect my Husband here!” Vaskra yelled into the ear so near to her, then tries to hug the neck of the new woman to try something of a choking hold.
The Cannidor just brushes her of and walks over to look over the shoulder of Karl-Heinz to see what he is doing. “oooh a gun tinkerer, what are you making there handsome ?” her words were honey sweet and dripping a bit with sexual anticipation. Then she turned her head around and gave a dead glare at Vaskra, who was trying to inflict damage by beating the back of the Cannidor woman with the biggest chunk of her scrapped rifle, which made Vaskra go stiff and reflect on her poor plan of action.
“making ? Na atm I am trying to learn how this space magic works and then THEN ! …. then I will see what I can maybe do for cool stuff. I mean a fork of fireballs would be funny or a toothbrush that inverts trenches into small hills. Hehehehehehe” Karl-Heinz didn´t look up or change his movements in any way as he fiddled with copper wires and trying how the Axiom rune´s work by trying to power them from the battery magazines.
Whit a little bit of a thud in the ground, the ass of the massive woman meets the floor next to Karl´s chair and her interest seems as focused on the tinkering as Karl is. “I loooooove weapons, but the ones we get are never me sized or in any way much useful, so usually I get handed a chunk of metal and get pointed to walk over and clean up a line of screaming women or another Cannidor … that is thrilling, but it could be so much better than this monotone repeat of daily activity's until I eventually die.”
While the two chat at the table, Vaskra is standing defeated in the middle of the room, needing a bit of time to reprocess the situation.
“Won´t your head get blown of if one of these or a bigger one is aimed at you ?” Karl asks whilst gesturing at the weapon in front of him.
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“Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa my fur and that of any Cannidor are special, we don´t take any damage from lasers or other heat.” The Cannidor by now grinning wide in joy of this social interaction.
“Oooooh that is so cool! What about cold ? Does cold hurt you ? Or electricity ? Or Kinetic ? Or radiation ? Or Sound ? Or Chemical attacks ? Or the flames of a fire on you ?”
“Slow down there chump, I don´t even know what half of the things are, that you just asked of me.” The Shark grin turning into a confused but curious look.
“Oki oki less autism, nerd speech then … hmmmm can you still be poisoned ? Does it hurt when I bonk, or stab or hit you ? What when a lightning strikes you ? Radiation …. do you know what X-rays are ?” Whilst talking Karl stopped fiddling with his contraption, focusing on the conversation and not noticing his copper wires starting to glow and smoke a bit.
Going back to grinning the shark answers “Oooooh you can stab me with your stick anytime.” Earning her a weak hit to the head.
“No bad shark, you go to horny jail”
Blinking in confusion she looked at him. “You are very weird, and way to happy. What are you even ?” Fixating Karl in a glaring stare.
Standing up and taking a step back to be able to bow towards the half sitting, half almost laying Cannidor. “Your usual urban nerd mechanic complete package deal including loneliness, bad social skills and poor hygiene, hide your snakes or they are mine.” Lifting himself back up again and booping the snout of the woman. “It feels good to be wanted, even if this feels sexist and rather fake with this being a game and all. But hey force once having a dick is a superpower outside of just porn games ! I mean look at how deep the crafting system goe ...”
He didn´t manage to finish his little speech as the workstation went up in a big enough boom to blind, stun and deafen Karl-Heinz to the floor. His sens of touch still worked and he felt tender caring and slightly shaking hands, with soft furry touch to them, roam over his body.
The woman next to him got hit as well, but had lucky for her, not looked directly at the flash, also her bigger mass and more secure position on the floor made her keep her posture. Her ears were ringing anyway and her vision was blurry and covered in white spots.
Looking around she quickly realized that her man was laying on the floor not grunting or groaning, just laying and twitching a bit. “Hoi wait , are you ok ?” Gently checking him over and moving him around to try and get him to wake up again.
A few to long seconds and worried touches and gentle claw pokes later, Karl-Heinz groaned and moved more than what until then could be misinterpreted as toddlers first movements, now it had purpose as he tried to roll over on his belly to try and get up. “uuuuurg, this was a unexpected flash-bang, lucky me, fells like I got a good sunburn out of it toooo.”
“Good goddess, I thought I lost my love of my life and baby machine just there ! No one out here ever has seen a man, you are mine and you are to not be harmed ever!” Picking Karl of the ground and hugging him against her chest with a bit more force than what would usually qualify as “gently”.
“Fuuuuck that stings, oooh so soft here … yay level up!” He said whilst being at the same time irritated from the touches on his irritated and slightly burned skin, soothed from the touch of the soft almost luxurious fur and able to see a notification whilst his vision is still mostly blurry.
“You are weird, do you need a medic ? Is your maleness intact ?” releasing the grip and now handling him like a rag-doll in front of her face, she looks closely at his crotch. As she tries to pull the pants out of the way for a closer look, she gets another hit on her head:
“Noooo, horny jail again! Bad shark, now is not play time” Karl-Heinz protests and now wiggles in a less than coordinated attempt to free himself out of her grip on him.
“Hey ! I was just checking that the most important part of you was still save and working!” Which earned her yet another hit, still with not enough force to do anything but be irritating.
“Excuses! Horny jail I say!” Karl counters with a big grin and giggling to himself. “Who are you even ? And why are you here ? Did waifu 2 snaky boogaloo get tortured to an answer and them dumped in a carrot hole ?” By now his vision was mostly good again and his ears were only slightly whistling.
“You really are fucked in the head … Well I am Tris your new first wife, and no Nagasha lady is still your wife, she is useful, I can use her.” Tris was now putting him down on the ground again and patting him down to dust him of a bit. Now getting a bit bothered from her hornyness she urges again “now make me your wife, you are so deep in heat that my nether will suck you dry !”
Hitting Tris head might not make any damage on the physical level, but is now showing some psychological effects as her grin turns into a frown. “No bad shark, bad … You gotta think of this not with your own needs but beyond them ! When you rule by force, what happens the moment you turn your back and don´t threaten, they rise up and send you to horny jail … or just kill you.”
Taking a step back from her and going back to the workstation Karl-Heinz continued. “You know when you work with others you gotta be nice to them and they will be with you much more easily, also you might not feel so dammed lonely.” sighing deep and long “what even is the position of first woman, wife, waifu anyway ? What is the work she has to do and what does she get out of the position ? And how the fuck is the magazine still intact ! I thought it blew up!”
His focus back on the tinkering and cleaning the mess a bit his earlier mishap created, Tris began to try and think on the words Karl had given her.”Wait, the magazine is untouched ? Make me boom packs with them!” and they are back at it as if they knew each other for much longer than just these few minutes.
They continue on working together for hours, with regular food runs supplied from a timid and very contemplating Vaskra, until Sarsa returns into the room. During that time Karl-Heinz just kept going, powering on and on with mental fortitude that after a while tired out Tris.
“Urrrg, my head hurts, I am gonna go take a nap, wake me when something happens or you are ready for sex.” Without an answer or even waiting for one, Tris walks over to the now seemingly communal Nagasha bed and goes to sleep.
Muttering to himself, whilst Vaskra saw her chance to get close to her man again and moved closer. Karl-Heinz talked to himself “Now what were these notifications ? …. hmmmm”. Going thru them he read them slowly and then learned that he got an update to his stats and a new spell for his efforts.
Height 1,90m
Weight 115kg
Age 34 Years
Species Human
Gender Male
Name Karl-Heinz Schmidt
Strength 12
Dexterity 9
Constitution 18
IQ 17
Knowledge 11
Charisma 5
Axiom 1
Skills Non detected
Ability's Starting Axiom Adept.
Novice crafter.
Contribution Cause of minor turmoil in the military camp.
Class Warrior, Spear-man
Starting Bonus Ever improving
Quests Make sure your Family works.
Choose a first wife.
Defeat Tris.
Produce a worthwhile weapon for Tris.
Leaving out a long sigh he thought out loud “And here I start learning crafting again from 0 … yay me for grinding, well at least I don´t have to work for 3 months on file a U-steel into shape again … oooooh my stats went up a bit fuck yeah, this counts as a win and I even got a point in Axiom.”
Vaskra was just quiet and enjoying her time with Karl-Heinz, crouching there mystified and drinking in his every move. Internally she was happy again for having him as a husband, otherwise worrying about all the woman competition for first wive position and Tris pushing others out of the marriage.
“Now … no skill points to assign ,,,, so I gotta grind every skill I want to get better at. Well what do we have here, oh a new spell ? ´Crafting´? Oki no real good description” with a “hmmm” he tried casting the spell but nothing happened, then he tried to imagine a door hinge and the spell actually started to work.
The metal of random parts of the disassembled guns and tools then moved by themselves until enough mass of metal bundled together into the imagined door hinge. It didn´t even take long and was done in just as quick a pace as Karl-Heinz imagined it would take.
“Fuck yeah! Cheat skills !” Jumping up and running around in the room, Karl was happy flailing his arms.
Vaskra was just stunted and looking very closely at the simple mechanical part in front of her. Picking the piece up and fiddling with it a bit to find that the hinge was moving perfectly.
“Vaskra can you help me a bit? I need more metal for this one” Standing next to the door out of the room with an evil smile on his face whilst Tris was sleeping like a rock on the bed.