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Chapter 9 : Muscle/Reorganizing
As Karl-Heinz and Vaskra were standing over the still sleeping Tris, both grinning from ear to ear at the plan that had formed not long ago. Standing next to a sizable pile of scrap metal and empty metal boxes that were looted from the warehouse from Karl and from the camp by Vaskra, the plan was ready to go.
Not wanting to wake the shark with stupid evil person monologues, Karl-Heinz started his power and activated his newest spell “Crafting”. The metal started to fly towards the sleeping muscle buity and started to flow around her limbs, neck and maw. A few short seconds after the motion started, all was calm again. Half of the metal dragged into position stayed unused and now Tris was wearing a precision forged arm, leg and maw restraining set of metal binders, molded around her body as if cast out of wax and capturing even the single strands of hair of her fur.
Tris eyes shot open as she started to realize what was happening and seeing both of them smiling down at her. Mumbling thru an unmoving jaw “what are you doing, I am the one who says what happens !” with a fair share of restrained jaw suppressed anger in her voice. “Release me ! And then we can have sex.”
“Nope I defeated you and now I get my reward” Karl said as he looked at his notifications and saw that he in fact did not get any rewards in points or skills, just some intangible ´good job´ and ´honor +5´ message, causing him to curse and mumble in frustration.
Vaskra on the other hand had more cruel ideas in mind “Lover!, lets have sex on her to really show her who is first wife or we could shave her fur and … and and. ” Going over the possibility of infinite options, left her blank of what actually to pick.
Defeated from the non reward of his quest, Karl then misuses his captive fur shark as a bean sack chair. He looked at Vaskra “If you want to torture her, then you got many options, but for what reason ? To be a sadist ? To just gloat ? Yeah gloating sounds like a good idea.” Whilst said ´Chair´ was glaring daggers at everyone in sight and thumping the ground rhythmically with her tail.
“Come get over here, I will show you the real pro gamer move !” this was followed by a longer and more than necessary in details, description of what T-bagging and T-posing is and how to perform these activity's on a helpless defeated foe.
Vaskra didn´t understand these meme ways of gloating, but found joy in doing them anyway, even more so as the anger of Tris reached a nice fever pitch, with muscles straining with all there physical might, until reluctant resentment replaced it and a defeated broken look came to her face.
The ideas of what to do with “the shark in horny jail” didn´t run dry until Sarsa returned. “What the hell did you guys do to Tris? And why are you still here ?” She asked looking at Vaskra.
“I am first wive and I am just were I need to be to defend this man from bad influences and bad women !” Vaskra returned with the push of high moral of the victory over the Cannidor walking tank.
“Eh, she was a bully cunt and didn´t listen to what ever I tried to tell her. So I subdued her in her sleep. Muscle for brains should learn a bit this way, maybe she will start to listen when I got more to say. Also not a fan of rape or overly pushy sex, gotta get stuff done some times.” Karl-Heinz shurgged and dismissed the conversation, going over to the workbench were he started to tinker on something.
Vaskra entered the room completely and closed the door behind her with her tail, dropped the bags of food she had brought with her and took a closer look at the slightly hopefully, still defeated Tris on the ground. She inspected the Solid metal shackles binding the Cannidor and the different metals that shine like they were molten together like different colored lumps of wax.
“Our hubby is awesome! He managed to bend metal to his will with his axiom adept powers !” Vaskra gloated whilst standing on the flank of Tris and looking down at Sarsa and Tris.
“Did he say when he is going to release Tris again ?” Sarsa asked whilst pulling and trying to find a way to open the restricting block of metal.
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“No, but I think you can ask him that yourself when he shows you what he currently is trying to make.” Turning around Vaskra pointed at Karl letting metal parts take shape.
Leaving the food and Vaskra behind, Sarsa slithered over to Karl-Heinz. “Hello hubby, how was your day so far?” Quoting from a story she once heard as to how to start a conversation, before going into the more conflicting issues on her mind. She curiously looked at the things he was assembling into a bigger construct.
“Day was fine so far, got shit done and managed to start teaching some stuff to the shark lady … I hope. Oh and you might not be interested in this crossbow here, but I got this shitty rail-gun ready to test fire! No clue how to make bullets in this game world, but simple bolts and rods are no issue with this new cheat skill/spell” As he speaks he points at the all metal crossbow and its bolts, then slaps the last few parts of the rail-gun into place and slots one of the rifle magazines in a just stolen magazine frame of a rifle.
Not knowing how to handle this she tries to shift the focus over to her original intentions and put this aside for later. “You sure are quite crafty, but say what is your plan with Tris? She did want to enter the marriage and protect you. She is the best fighter here on this front line even.”
“Eeeeeh she failed to be nice in any way and came of as a bully, so I thought she just wanted to bully me around like she hinted at doing with you. You sure I can trust her ? She still has a lot she should learn.” Karl lifted the rail-gun up and loaded a small lump of steel into a form fitting spot in the back of the frame. “Got a place to try and test fire this lump of scrap ?”
“Can you please let Tris free? She learned her lesson and … “ her voice got just a bit louder as if to try and let the Cannidor listen in too, “ … she will from now on try her best to listen to what you have to say. If not for reason, then at least for her own good.”
“sounds good enough for me” He responds whilst rising from his seat, casually walking over to Tris and reshaping the metal into a half stylish half practical plate armor over her arms, legs, neck and in a corset like shape around her belly. There also formed a helmet like plate on top of her head and down her snout, all the way to her nostrils, looking very familiar to a head plate a horse would wear in their plate armor.
Tris was confused and started to look at her new shiny armor. As she rose from the ground, Vaskra jumped backwards, got some distance to the Cannidor and stood in front of Karl-Heinz to shield him from harm.
“This is awkward … get to me when you finished sorting your thoughts.” Then Karl just turned away , grabbed his rail-gun and tried to go out of the room. This plan failed as Tris and Sarsa blocked his way. “What ?” He asked and just stood there looking at both of them.
Tris and Sarsa both tried to speak, but Tris read the room and held Sarsa´s maw shut with one of her hands. “You are weird, who are you and what is fucked with your head?”
“Sure we can do introductions, I am Karl-Heinz and I am your usual gamer nerd, herbivore lonely metal worker, who is enjoying playing this game and messing with npc´s. Does this make a lot of sence ? Most likely not, but this is fun so I don´t care. Hell the sex mechanics are so fun I don´t mind being in a game. Only the quests in this game are a bit shit, they give no use full rewards. So I will grind until I am op!”
Karl waits for a response, he has to wait longer than he expected as everyone else in the room just goes wide eyes and the non verbal conversations between them take a whole minute until Tris speaks up again. “So this is a game to you ?”
“Yes! Isekai crap never happens in real life, I am in a game or in a coma and dreaming all this shit. I think my coma dreams would be way to chaotic to form anything this coherent, so game it is,”
This was followed by more silence, which Karl used to look over the railgun some more and make some alterations, spotting and trying to solve some maybe issues before they become problems. As his exit to test the gun was still blocked he even tried to form some sort of magazine for the rail-gun bolts to self load into the gun.
Vaskra pulled the others into a whispered group talk, hoping for Karl not to listen in. “He has been that way since I found him near the front. I wanted to bring him to one of the priestesses that they might know how to heal his mind. … he also said he got some mental illnesses I think It was aasperg or something and that he has bad social skills.”
They all looked at each other, looked at Karl, then nodded to each other feeling like they agreed to a plan.
Vaskra stepped aside to try and guide Karl out, as she wanted to appease him until she could bring a priestess.
Sarsa moved closer and coiled around his walking path, as she wanted to further analyse him and see what she herself might be able to fix.
Tris stepped next to Karl-Heinz, put an arm on his shoulder and pulled him in to a quick kiss, as she was very horny and still have had no sex with him.
He enjoyed the kiss for a short while, then pulled his head back and hit the armor plate on top of her head again. “You just came out of horny jail ! I told you later, I wanna try this boomstick first.” Then he tried to free himself from Trises love and tried for the door again.
This time he managed to exit the room, only to be stopped by a faster Sarsa, coiling around him and trying to be as protective motherly as a sexyfied snake woman could look. “Say do you have a goal were you want to try that creation ?”
“Easy, you are a military camp, somewhere you gotta have a shooting range to train your troops and or to try if your guns fire again”
The expression of “that would seem to be a good idea” could be seen on Vaskra and Sarsa faces as Tris was just mentally recovering from her latest rejection and rethinking her tactics.
“Were to oh great gun Waifu ?” He grinned at Sarsa, while the others flanked his sides to make a triangle formation around Karl, looking a little confused at his latest display of weird displaced culture.
Sarsa thought hard on this one and then she pointed at Tris saying “Sandbag duty, we set up a spot to shoot at on the roof.” Then she pointed at Vaskra “You too sandbag duty, but you swing the shovel while Tris carry's him.”
Tris starts to grin and get jumpy at these commands, ushered to her with the authority of someone who has a plan and confidence of pulling it of.