Ultimate Survivor: a Cmsix Tribute
Copyright© 2025 by FantasyLover
Chapter 5
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 5 - As the title suggests, this story is a tribute to cmsix, one of my favorite authors, may he rest in peace. I realize that he only completed 19 stories of the 57 he started, but they are always good for making me smile. The plot is simple: Modern guy dies and ends up in a made-for-TV contest on a planet equivalent to Earth 40,000 years ago. Don't bother reading it if you're looking for a lot of emotional drama. This story is simply for your entertainment.
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Aliens Far Past Time Travel Polygamy/Polyamory
DAY 49
After my wake-up this morning, something my wives assured me would continue indefinitely, I finished my moldboard plow. It had three wooden blades, each spaced nine inches apart. The plow was designed to be pulled by four large draft horses. When we tried it, they managed to pull it at a surprisingly quick pace. I guessed that they managed three miles an hour. There was a place at the back of the plow to stand on it. This provided the benefit of extra weight to ensure that the blades dug into the ground, as well as eliminating the need for the driver to walk. In the three hours that I practiced, I managed to plow about two-thirds of an acre, even if it did look like I would have failed a field sobriety test.
The wolf bitch whelped last night while we slept. When I entered the barn this morning, she’d been lying near the far side of the pen where it abutted the cave wall, nursing a litter of six tiny pups. I swear that she actually gave me a grateful look when I filled the water bowl and tossed part of the leg from an aurochs into her cage. In the last five days, her gaunt, drawn look had almost disappeared. I’m sure that the constant supply of food and water, along with not having to expend the energy to hunt, had helped fatten her.
DAY 50
Waking to four refrains of Another One Bites the Dust, I knew that we were only three weeks and twelve contestants away from the final twenty-four. I also knew that, once again, I had earned both the highest contestant score and the viewer favorite vote. I hoped that the show’s viewers kept me around for three more weeks. While I cared about the show, and hoped that I won for my sponsors, and my competitive nature pushed me to win; I was starting to care more that I would still be around to care for the multitude of people now depending on me, as well as my wives and any children with whom they might already be pregnant.
I also got another award for the earliest ever contestant to use a plow in the show’s history. This time, one of my gifts was waiting for me in the barn.
I know everyone thought I was crazy as I danced around pumping my fists, stomping my feet, and chanting, “Yes ... yes ... yes ... yes,” for several minutes.
They all thought the plow I had crafted was even more amazing than training horses so we could ride them, but didn’t understand the significance of the shaped, alien metal plow blades that had replaced the carefully hand-crafted wooden blades I had used yesterday. The plow had even been re-worked so it was four-and-a-half feet wide now, with six blades spaced nine inches apart. There was even a seat like on a sulky plow. While the frame looked similar to what I’d cobbled together, it definitely didn’t feel like wood and was much lighter than wood. There was also a harness for six large draft horses.
I’d also received information that two people were required to operate the plow, something I hadn’t realized ... The extra person should lead the team of horses to keep the furrows straight. All the plowing I’d done on my parents’ farm had been done using a tractor, so I had no experience with this type of plow.
The other gifts included two large and two small woodworking planes, several metal rasps and files, ten heavy wooden block and tackle sets, and twenty, two-hundred-foot lengths of alien-constructed rope. The rope put to shame the high-quality mountaineering rope provided us when I was a SEAL.
I fed and watered mama wolf again. She watched me warily but hadn’t snarled at me for two days. Mama pig was still waddling around, eating everything we threw into her pen. I also put the grain shovel to use, scooping all the pig poo out of the enclosure and tossing it on the growing compost pile, and reaching carefully into the wolf cage to scrape the poo out of it, too.
Six draft horses had a much easier time pulling the new plow through the ground, even though there were twice as many blades. With one of the men guiding the team, I plowed about twenty acres before having to quit for the night.
Given my lack of a harrow to help break up the large dirt clods, I had two men follow behind me with a team of horses dragging two, eighteen-inch-thick logs that were slightly longer than the plow was wide. It helped to break up the worst of the dirt clods.
DAY 51
Two delayed awards showed up today. I had planned to make wooden landscaping rakes for the women to use for raking out the fields as I plowed them. Instead, I found twenty-five sturdy, albeit lightweight metal rakes. The kicker was the rolls of electric fencing, insulators, and solar panels that were already attached to tall poles of some sort of composite that we could install along the fence line of our fields. The batteries were barely the size of a D-cell household battery, but I somehow knew that they held a powerful enough charge to deter anything alive on the planet.
Deciding that our hearth bricks and firebricks were dry enough, the last dry batch was covered with firewood, and the pyre set ablaze. Between each layer of firewood, we had again added limestone rocks. Once the fire was blazing, I had several of the men begin digging post holes around the planned field so we could install fencing to keep animals out when the crops began growing, even though we hadn’t finished plowing.
The posts were braced on the inside with a second post at a 45-degree angle to help stop larger animals from pushing the fence over. When the posts were ready, I showed several men how to drill holes in the posts and crosspieces to attach the crosspieces using dowels. More men began whittling dowels.
DAY 52
We planted five acres of oats today, ten of wheat, and ten of beans, using most of what we had traded for. The seeds were broadcast by hand and the women ran the rakes over the area to cover the seeds. I was counting on our harvest and whatever we were able to trade for to get us through the coming winter. While the planting was underway, I had men plowing again, preparing a separate field for growing various items the women collected that normally grew wild.
We also installed more of the fence.
DAY 53
While several women planted seeds, bulbs, and tubers for some of the things they collected in the wild, I led a group of men and women across the river to hunt. First, I picked out and shot four large khitaa bulls which were carried home on travois where the women descended on them while Feshe stood guard.
Next, I chose four khitaa cows that each had a calf. One at a time, I stunned them and slipped a rope around their neck. The rope was attached to one of the mules. When the final one was able to stand on wobbly legs, we led them home to join our fledgling dairy herd.
As easy as it was to capture the khitæ, three of the four male calves were added to our food reserves in the freezer. The fourth became dinner.
DAY 54
With the fence around our crops completed today, we added the electric fencing around the combined fields and began a larger fencing project, four, fifty-acre pastures for our small dairy herd. I figured that would be enough pasture to keep a herd of ten or so, including their calves. If not, we could add more pastures later.
I’d been surprised to learn that it rarely snowed here except higher up in the surrounding hills and mountains. On the rare occasion that it snowed, it rarely got more than a couple of inches deep (based on their explanation of half the length of a finger) and usually melted within a few days. That was good news since it meant that we had to stockpile less hay.
In the barn, I saw that mama pig now had a dozen piglets nursing. Mama wolf seemed even tamer when I fed her, although it looked like someone else had already fed her today.
DAY 55
Today I spent making a picnic-style table. With no pattern and no hardware, it took all day to finish one that I thought was sturdy enough. I was smart enough to cut the necessary pieces for a second table to use as a pattern so subsequent tables would go a lot faster if it worked or it would be easier to make changes if it didn’t.
While I was woodworking, the other men were removing the fired bricks and burnt limestone from the last pyre, stacking everything neatly inside the barn cave. Some were sawing trees into planks. The women were gathering food, cutting khitaa hides into thongs, braiding the thongs to make ropes, cooking, making more clay bowls and spoons, or making more bricks. A few were even making cording from the fibers of the nettles.
DAY 56
After showing six men how to make tables using my pattern, I took the remaining five with me to hunt again. Zurai and Ayoki joined us to help guard us. Thila, Feshe, and Ifia stayed home to guard everyone else.
I actually wanted to explore more than hunt and headed back to the site where I had originally arrived. I hadn’t taken time to study the area when I was there the first time since I was intent on reaching the cave. I knew it was in the middle of a valley that was several miles wide, and that forest lined both sides of the valley.
The trip there took just about as long as my run to the cave on the day I arrived. Even though we were on horseback, the others with me weren’t very experienced at riding yet, so we rode slowly. A tributary of my river ran through the valley, lined with trees that prefer wet soils: birch, willow, cottonwood, and sycamore. The birch and willow were good. Cottonwood and sycamore I could care less about. Aside from being a poor choice for firewood, their wood was practically worthless. I was excited to find several plum trees, as well as two clusters of blueberry bushes and blackberry vines growing in several spots along some of the streams feeding the river. I made a mental note to keep checking the ripeness of the plums and to try planting and transplanting plum trees closer to our caves this winter. I also wanted to cut berry canes to plant along the river closer to us.
A large herd of aurochs had congregated at the river, as well as herds of native horses, and khitæ. The deer and megaloceros seemed to have gone into hiding with the sun being out. I expected that they were hiding in the trees near one of the many streams that fed this river. The grass here reminded me of modern prairie grass from the Midwest, stretching out around us like a three-foot-deep ocean of green.
I also noted the presence of oak, maple, walnut, and chestnut trees. The oak would be useful for making tool handles; we could collect nuts from the latter two this autumn.
I did shoot five khitæ and we carried them home on travois. When we arrived, I was surprised when the women began slicing the meat into thin strips to dry, and asked about it.
“The frozen room is full. We are preparing these so they don’t spoil. They can be used to eat while hunting or traveling, and also to trade,” they explained.
“Well, shit, I guess we need a smokehouse,” I reminded myself.
DAY 57
Once again waking to four refrains of Another One Bites the Dust, I knew that we were now only two weeks and eight contestants away from the final twenty-four. I also knew that, once again, I had earned both the highest contestant score and the viewer favorite vote. It made me even more hopeful that I’d survive the contest.
One of the gifts was new knowledge about potential uses for two of the trees we’d found yesterday. The other gift was two more six-foot crosscut saws and two more rip saws for cutting planks from trees, as well as a one-gallon stainless steel pot with a pencil-sized hole in the lid and a hole in the bottom about the thickness of my finger, along with what looked to be nothing more than an empty 46-ounce tin can, and a one-quart glass bottle with a lid. Because of the information I’d received, I knew what the last three items were for.
I already had another use in mind for one type of the trees, although it was similar to what the women would want them for. I had the six men I’d assigned to build tables yesterday saw forty, ten-foot posts resembling a four-by-four, and then a large pile of planks, although only one finger thick, which was only half the thickness that we’d used for the tables. The other five men went with me, along with six women.
Like I thought they’d be, the women were excited when they saw the willow trees. At first, they were upset when I started coppicing them, leaving only four-foot stumps. I explained that the stumps would grow a new mass of canes next spring that could be used to weave baskets.
After cutting off ten of the trees, I had them dragged home. Although the horses were a bit skittish at first because of the noise the branches made while being dragged, they finally settled down.
Once we were back, the women we’d left at home also became excited. I began cutting off the thinner branches for the women to use making baskets. Some of the thicker branches would be used to stabilize the woven frame for the smokehouse doors. Once those were woven into a frame by adding the skinnier branches across them, the woven mat would be covered with layers of adobe-like clay in the wattle and daub manner.
I took Feshe aside and explained about the wattle and daub door I wanted for the smokehouse. However, she wouldn’t be able to start on it until we had the posts installed, so she’d know how wide and tall to make it.
DAY 58
The posts for all four smokehouses were installed today. Initially, I’d planned to build one large smokehouse. After thinking about it yesterday morning, I decided to build four smaller, connected ones. That way, we wouldn’t need to heat the entire smokehouse to smoke a small amount of meat.
By the end of the day, we had all the posts installed and the women had started work on the four doors. The corner posts were ten feet apart and the doorposts were only three feet apart. We had installed beams at the top from the back of each smokehouse to the front, with the front a foot higher than the back to help with runoff from rain. The crossbeams would be used for hanging heavy loads of meat.
DAY 59
The men helped me complete the first smokehouse today, using pegs to attach the planks to the corner posts. The women began building racks that would fit inside the smokehouse so they could use it to smoke thin strips, too. They made enough racks to completely fill two smokehouses for making salted jerky for trail food, for the winter, and for trading. When we finished attaching the boards to all four sides of the first smokehouse, the women began covering the exterior walls with daub to help keep the heat and smoke inside except for the small openings we left near the top of the smokehouse for the escaping smoke, and the bottom so the fire could breathe.
We barely finished the walls of the second smokehouse before it got too dark to work.
DAY 60
I was momentarily distracted this morning, hearing a single refrain of Another One Bites the Dust. At first, I thought yesterday had been the end of the week, but counted and it had only been three days since the last four competitors died.
The first thing I did was to make sure everyone knew to be especially alert today, and to deploy extra sentries just in case it was a situation like when the raiders attacked everyone at the same time.
Then, we set out to finish the smokehouses. I showed the men how to lay boards across the roof, so they extended a foot beyond the front and back walls, and then let the women spread their daub. I made sure the women smoothed the mud covering the roof so that any marks and grooves ran from front to back instead of side to side to help rain run off easier.
By nightfall, all four smokehouses were complete, aside from the adobe on the doors and the exterior drying. The doors were all lying flat, so the daub dried evenly.
DAY 61
Not having seen anything resembling hickory yet, I started men cutting and splitting oak to use in the smokehouse, especially any that was already dead and dry. I also made fire rings inside each smokehouse.
While two men were cutting firewood for the smokehouse, the others continued extending our palisade-style fence around the dairy pasture. Several women accompanied me to the spot where I arrived on this planet. We spent the day collecting birch bark so I could use it the way I’d been shown five days ago. I could use the bark to make both birch tar and birch oil. The tar could be used as a sort of glue when attaching arrowheads and fletching.
When we were back home, I began setting things up to distill birch oil.
First, I dropped large rocks into the new one-gallon pot until the bottom was slightly bowed out. Then I filled it with tightly rolled bunches of birch bark until no more fit inside. Digging a small hole, I set the tin can in the hole with the one-gallon stainless-steel pot resting atop it and covered the sides of the tin can and the bottom inch of the stainless-steel pot with dirt. The finger-sized hole in the bottom of the stainless-steel pot was centered above the tin can.
Once I put the lid on the stainless-steel pot, I set a rock atop it. Then I stacked fuel for a fire around the pot, starting with dry, highly flammable brush. A layer of twigs was next, followed by slightly thicker sticks. Starting it burning, I kept the fire going for five hours and then scraped the remaining coals away. Scraping away the dirt so the top half of the tin can was visible, I used my gloves to lift the stainless-steel pot off the firepit, and set it to the side.
The tin can was about half filled with birch oil and I poured it into the glass jar to allow it to settle. Part of what I had distilled would be water which I would pour off.
DAY 62
Today, I laid out the hearth tiles until the women were satisfied with their placement. Once I marked the area, I dug down to the rock floor and filled the area with rocks and then mortar I made using sand and some of our lime. Then I leveled it as best I could and set the first course of hearth bricks in it, leaving them to dry.
DAY 63
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