Reincarnated in a Vast, Lonely Universe
Copyright© 2025 by Dragon Cobolt
Chapter 11
Science Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 11 - Matt died. This is kind of required to be reincarnated into another universe, but it was still rather annoying. But now, awakened within a city that sprawls over an entire continent, empty of all life and any sign of who used to live there, he finds himself completely and utterly alone. Where is he? What is this universe? Why was he reincarnated here? Will he get any hot elf girlfriends? These questions and more are all answered - but will bring but more mysteries and more adventures...
Caution: This Science Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Reluctant Romantic War Science Fiction Paranormal Furry Group Sex Harem
“Wait!”
That single word, bellowed as firmly and as powerfully as I could manage, stopped the orc who was holding the heavy blade above my wife, my bug wife, and the mildly annoying arrogant girl who seemed to think that she had managed to slip past the whole ‘falling in love’ part of entering into a harem by having big tits. He looked my way, while Thirsha, the Queen of Zhon and extremely obscure video game character brought to life by reality warping magic, turned to face me. Her large bat-wings flapped behind her and I was once more struck by how just ... very pretty she was.
Her skin was chalk white, pale as the moon, and her hair was long and dark and straight. Her eyes were cold and hard and unreadable, while her features had the aristocratic beauty that one might expect from the daughter of the Mage Emperor of Darien. The only things that hinted at the feral nature that lurked under her features and the twisting effects of mana – granted to her by the Sigil of Wind – were only visible in her ears, which were long and pointed like a bat’s.
And also her wings. Large bat wings, they fanned behind her back, settling on the shoulders of her steel plate armor, which itself was another marker of the contradictions that made Thirsha so fucking interesting for a character from 1999.
The thing about Total Annihilation, the game that Total Annihilation: Kingdoms (and thus, Thirsha) was based on, is that it got rushed out the door at the last second with a story that basically amounted to two vaguely defined space factions fighting one another in an endless war. TA:K, as if it had been designed around the idea of fixing that flaw, had an in depth world, history, and remarkably sharply written characters. Thirsha was the daughter of a magician turned Emperor and a tribeswoman from the deepest jungle. She was drawn to the animal world, and yet, had the intellect of a human being. She was brilliant in her tactics, forthright in her person. She had a cold honor, yet she worked with her wicked brother, Lokken the Necromancer, to try and bring down her siblings. She lived among ancient ruins, yet wore the finest of plate armor.
She was a complex character.
And no, I was not just making excuses for her because she was a nine foot tall and looked as if she could kill me with her bare hands.
I gulped, slightly, while Thirsha advanced towards me, her plate armor clinking ominously as she strode forward and my gaze tracked up and up and up. Good god she was tall. Alin whispered in my ear as she cuddled to me in my arms. “Tall.”
“Yes, Alin, she is very tall,” I whispered.
“You are not of my people, and yet...” Thirsha looked at me, her eyes flicking over my body, my clothes, then back to me. I had never imagined how much me choosing to have my body sculpted into that of a gnoll would help me so much, but, hey, sometimes God had a funny sense of humor. “Who are you?”
“I am M-Matthew,” I said.
“An Aramonian name,” Thirsha said, her lip curling. I set Alin down so I could hold up my paws.
“I’m not associated with your brother! Either of them. Or your sister,” I said. Then I paused. “Sorry about all the colonialism you’re dealing with.”
Thirsha snorted and one of her ears twitched. “Why are you here?”
“Those are my, uh ... friends,” I said, gesturing to Kanagoraga, Keke, and Ara Ara. “Please don’t execute them. For one thing, I don’t know how effective it would be.”
“They trespassed in Zhon holy ground,” Thirsha said. “Why shouldn’t I have them killed, like all defilers and invaders?”
She crossed her arms over her chest and I figured that honest was the best choice.
“Because there is a greater threat coming, Queen Thirsha, an iron plague from the east,” I said, pointing in the direction that the CORE fighter had gone zipping by from. “You must have seen the flying construct, yes?”
Thirsha sniffed, nodding. “We thought it was similar to the steel castle that these three claim to be from,” she said, turning and nodding to the three elf girls. Kanagoraga gulped, then managed – to my utmost shock – managed to sound humble and meek when she spoke up.
“T-This is the male of which I spoke,” she said. “He’s the greatest general of this age.”
I wouldn’t go that far, I thought, but Thirsha eyed me, narrowing her eyes as she did so.
“Truly?” she asked.
“I’m-” I started.
“Yes,” Alin said, brightly.
Thirsha frowned. “We will spare these outsiders. For now. But first, I wish to see this iron plague of which you speak.” Her wings mantled, spread, and with a single powerful beat sent her shooting into the sky, which was pretty impressive for a woman carrying forty points of plate armor on her body. As she lifted into the air, the orc that was glowering at the three elves sheathed his scimitar. Alin frowned up after Thirsha.
“Is she going to take us with her?” she asked.
“I don’t...” I shaded my brow. A tiny bird was flying our way, with what appeared to be a cage held between its claws. I nodded. Then it kept flapping. And growing. And growing. And growing. And only when I realized it wasn’t a tiny bird at all did I know that, no, actually, Thirsha was going to have us come along, even if she wasn’t going to say as much. The bird grew and grew as it flapped closer and closer, until its wings fanned over the ruined city, casting much of it in shadows. Ara Ara, Kanagoraga and Alin all gaped up at it, while Keke hissed to me.
“What is that?” she asked.
“It’s a roc,” I said, goggling at the eagle the size of a house, whose carried ‘cage’ was actually a platform that had enough room for me, my girls, and half a dozen more people besides. The orc clambered aboard, as did the huntress who had escorted us here. I hopped onto the wooden platform, grabbing onto one of the vines that lashed the thing to the carrying harness, then turned back to my girls. They all looked faintly nervous – but to my surprise, their nervous expressions were aimed at me, not at the roc.
“If you fall, you’ll die,” Alin said.
“Unlike you?” I asked. “ ... oh. Right.”
Right. I kept forgetting each girl, even Alin, was considerably tougher than I was.
“It won’t fall,” Shira said, her voice amused as she leaned against one of the hawsers that made up the center of the platform’s connection. The girls got on, grumbling – then cried out as one as the roc beat its wings once and shot into the air. The lurching, jolting motion of its flight was nothing like an airplane, but the wind blasting past my face was exhilarating. My captain’s hat whipped off, and was only saved by Keke spearing it with one of her bladed wings. She looked rather sheepishly at it as she withdrew her wings to dangle the hat before my snout. I tugged it off the sharpened tip and smiled at her warmly.
“Thank you!” I shouted over the wind noise.
Below us, the rivers and jungle valleys of Zhon spread out like a carpet. Thirsha was ahead of the rock, her armor glinting in the noonday sun, and I had to admit, I was smiling like a loon.
“This feels indulgent,” I shouted over the wind to Alin.
“You made it,” she pointed out. “Why wouldn’t it feel indulgent?”
“It’s fair too!” Kanagoraga called out, her hand cupped to the side of her mouth to try and add some focusing to her words over the howling wind. “You had to deal with my preferred solar system, then Keke’s, now, you get to play around in your own domain, right?”
“I wouldn’t have made this, if I was knowing I was making a world,” I shouted back.
“What would you have made?” Alin asked, snuggling against me. I think it was just because she liked cuddling me – she wasn’t shivering, not even a little as the biting cold wind made me damn glad I was wearing both a great coat and had thick fur. Though that did jolt me a bit – I just realized how not sweltering I had found the jungles. I glanced at the coat, and held up my finger.
“Is this coat good against weather?” I asked.
“Well, duh,” Alin said, sicking her tongue out at me.
“Huh,” I said. “Uh. If I was going to make a world? I’d have based it on...” I frowned.
Everyone watched me.
“To be honest, I’d say, like, if I was going to make a world, I’d want something without people in it, since I’m not really sure about the ethics of making entire people from magic to fit my vision of someone,” I said.
“Boring,” Kanagoraga said, huffing. I frowned at her.
“I just want a nice place with a computer, and people around me, to ... to hang out with,” I said, chuckling. “Games to play, movies to watch. Maybe a job that lets me give back to the community. That’s all I need.”
“Dream bigger,” Kanagoraga huffed.
“Why?” I asked, laughing. “It seems to me half the problems of my home dimension are people dreaming bigger than they should have – needing to grab more land, more money, more power.” I shook my head. “I just want to be happy with people I love.”
“I think it’s sweet,” Alin said.
Below us, the jungles of Zhon were broken by the sudden, sharp cliffs that lined the area before the coastline. There was a very thin strip of brilliant white sand, then sea. I lifted my gaze beyond the coastline, looking at the curve of the horizon – and there ... I saw what I had feared. My lips pursed as I pointed with one clawed finger. Looking out, the elves whistled in unison. The ocean was dotted with glittering metal structures – heavy prongs of metal lifting out of the sea to form latticeworks around which huge nozzles were positioned. Those nozzles sprayed glittering green dust onto shimmering wireframes, and those wireframes solidified from rough shapes to full battleships, cruisers, frigates, even submarines.
Thirsha winged back and landed on the side of the roc platform. She looped her arm over the hawser and glowered at me. “What is that?” she asked.
“That’s the CORE,” I said. “Or, at least, its ... what became the CORE.”
“Explain,” Thirsha said, while the roc – following a command given by, as far as I could tell, her single thought – swung around and began to wing back towards shore. The roc actually landed on the beach, to my surprise, while Thirsha turned and started to walk away from roc. I followed after her tall, glittering body, and did my best to ... explain.
“There is a world beyond this world, and a vast, dark power at the heart of it. I managed to connect to it for a little bit, and it changed reality around me. My thoughts focused that change to ... to ... bring you into this universe,” I said. “Darien is now in a different universe entirely from where it started.”
So far, so true.
Thirsha grunted.
“And those forces,” I said, gesturing to the distant glints that were the CORE naval bases. “Those are what was the Dark Lord’s forces in this area. They changed to fit ... Darien. Almost. They were twisted by the change, and became something similar but ... different. Rather than using magic, they use devices called nanotechology to summon their weapons of war. Do you know of cannons? Of gunpowder?” At her grunt and shake of a head, I sighed. “Imagine a, a, a, a contained thunderbolt, or a dragon’s fire breath, but contained in a weapon a man can hold.”
“Hurm,” Thirsha said. She lifted her left hand up. Blue sparkles began to flicker and dance around her fingers. Similar sparkles began to flare on the beach, forming the hazy outline of something tall and thin – and bit by it, the thing solidified from raw mana into the shape of a tall totem pole, topped with a brilliant ruby red gemstone. I recognized it – those totem poles were one of the three buildings that Zhon could build. They were akin to their archer tower or the caged demons used as defensive fortifications by other factions.
The idea of them being used against the CORE was-
My eyes widened and my tail twitched up. I paused, then turned and peered back at the distant CORE naval bases. I saw that they were building airplanes, but...
Yes! Yes!
This would work!
Alin clapped her hands together.
“Oh!” she exclaimed. “He got it!”
“What?” Thirsha asked.
“This is the sign that Matt just won, he just needs to implement it,” Alin said, her voice proud. “This is the exact expression that he had when he started to take down Kanagoraga’s vast fortifications, or managed to destroy Keke’s bases, or-”
“Please, uh, don’t ... don’t ... don’t brag about winning until we’ve won,” I said.
Thirsha’s ears twitched and hse frowned at me. “What do you think we should do, oh glorious general?” her voice, cold and flat, still held the thinnest edge of sarcasm as she looked at me. I grinned up at her, nodded, and put my hands on my hips.
“Precisely what you’re doing,” I said.
Thirsha’s brow furrowed.
When the CORE came, they came with a coordination and elan that was actually pretty impressive for someone who had played Total Annihilation when it came out. The game was fun, but it did not have the most sophisticated artificial intelligence to have ever been programmed. The bases they built were ramshackle, and the forces that they launched at you tended to be thin dribbled of random units that were only a threat if they came in huge numbers. Well, this CORE commander was quite a bit better than that: He ... or ... it, I supposed. I wasn’t sure what pronouns a digitized consciousness based on a modified appendage of the Dark Lord’s will altered by my hacking into a fictional character from a video game would use. It seemed rude. He.
He came at us with a fleet of ships arranged into neat squadrons. Missile cruisers and battleships, aircraft carriers, and fleets of the ugly, squat CORE bombers. Said bombers swept over the beach and here, I saw that actually the match up was not totally one sided. Despite being in the real world and not a digital world, the CORE bombers still flew shockingly low considering their function. They flew close enough to the ground, in fact, that the Zhon totem poles that dotted the beach were able to spit crackling lightning up at them, sheering off a wing, striking an opening bomb bay, impaling a cockpit. The stricken bombers blew apart into satisfying fragments, streams of smoke and burning wreckage smashing into the sea and the beach.
Some of the bombers got through and dropped sticks of bombs. The dark black munitions fell in lines, each detonation sending up gouts of sand. A scant handful of forest goblins who had volunteered to serve as this part of the plan did their part: They screamed and ran desperately for the hills as totem poles burst into flames, fell in smoking heaps, or were simply utterly vaporized by the detonations roaring around them. But the bombers were merely the first row. Guided missiles arced through the air and shimmering plasma shells dropped down, scooping vast craters out of the beach, leaving behind glowing glass and smoke.
I watched this all with Thirsha and Alin crouched beside me, Alin trembling with fear – for me, I was pretty sure – with each detonation that roared out. But still, the CORE dropped their munitions. The beach was turned from a paradise into hell in seconds, and when the smoke cleared, the ships were all moored off the coast, their guns turned inwards, tracking back and forth. There was no sign of landing craft, nor construction airplanes.
It was the latter that had made me think this plan might actually work.
“Wait for it,” I whispered.
The water lapping on the beach sloughed aside as a head emerged from the water. It was a boxy metal thing, attached to the broad shoulders of a faintly humanoid form, which stepped up and up. The CORE Commander emerged from the water with the slow and determined stride of a Terminator, with a glowing bead of red light at the end of his left arm, while its right had an underslung weapon that I knew was the terrifying D-Cannon, built right beneath its powerful nanolathe, which allowed it to construct buildings at remarkable speeds.
With the beach cleared, the Commander was coming out to build the bridgehead. It was the cold, calculating, logical step that the CORE might take – their air construction vehicles were at risk from Zhon lightning towers, but the Commander was tough enough to survive anything short of a direct nuclear weapon. That would give them time enough to retreat beneath the waves, while anything that had the temerity to attack would be vaporized by the naval forces arrayed in the harbor.
I turned back to my secret weapon. “Ready?”
“Yes,” Thirsha said, which considering she wasn’t the secret weapon, seemed a mite rude. But before I could ask again, the secret weapon burst into motion.
The secret weapon ... was a girl. She was slender, with nut brown skin, smallish breasts, and arms that ended not in fingers and hands, but rather in long, pinioned wings. Her seemingly human legs smoothly shifted from skin to scales and to fierce, sharp eagle claws. Her features were determined, delicate, and girlish. She was a harpy. And she shot over the beach as fast as any creature I’d ever seen fly – streaking towards the commander.
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