Reincarnated in a Vast, Lonely Universe
Copyright© 2025 by Dragon Cobolt
Chapter 6
Science Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
Tzu Tzu Kanagoraga, Alin-1 and I were all on the bridge when the jump drive was engaged and we arrived, without fanfare, in a new solar system.
“It’s empty,” Alin-1 said, after peering down at her screen for a few moments.
“I told you!” Kanagoraga snapped.
“I told you my husband,” Alin said, turning in her chair to face Kanagoraga. Kanagoraga lifted her nose and harrumphed.
“Fake husband,” she said.
Alin had taken my rather silly idea of getting Tzu Tzu Kanagoraga to be more of a clement visitor better than I expected – she hadn’t even blinked when I had laid out the idea that I would fake marry the lady so that she wouldn’t have to deal with suitors and would have carte blanche to modify her body without needing to fear social censure. While it seemed pretty silly to me, looking at it from the outside ... I knew that when you were inside a social group, that kind of quiet sneering and condemnation could feel like absolute garbage water in the soul.
Now, Kanagoraga had gone into the medical bay and when she had emerged, she had come out about a head taller. Her body was a little bit bulkier to make up for the shift in height, leaving her looking remarkably similar, save that now she could kiss the tip of my nose if she stood on her tip toes, rather than needing to get a chair.
It did suit her.
The only problem was that Alin had gotten it into her head that since she was fake married, she’d have to fake being my wife even when no one else was around. I wasn’t sure if this was because of her cultural programming – both literal and figurative – or if because she was having fun annoying our new guest.
“So, when you say empty, you mean no life?” I asked, walking over to the console.
“Well, no sentient life,” Alin said, gesturing to the indicators. “There are several automated arcanite siphon and pump stations – which are keyed to Kanagoraga. She was telling the truth about that.”
“Hurmph!” Kanagoraga sniffed.
“So, do you know which solar systems are owned by other people in this region?” I asked Kanagoraga. She shrugged one shoulder, then leaned against the back of Alin’s chair – making Alin scowl fiercely as she was shifted back and away from the console.
“This sector is fairly thickly populated – there’s only six thousand uninhabited solar systems and between them, two other people,” the Lady of Scepter II said. “Those solar systems are mostly being automatically terraformed and prepped for arcanite extraction ... but most worlds take many millions of years before they begin producing arcanite crystals of any potency, so, they’re mostly ignored by people.”
“Who are the two other people here?” I asked.
Kanagoraga scoffed. “Well, they’re quite ... they’re very dull and uninteresting,” she said. “One might even say that they aren’t worth knowing.”
Alin spun her chair around, making Kanagoraga yelp and flail at the air as her support was whipped out from under her. Alin glared up at her. “You’re saying,” she said. “That you’ve been in this region of space for centuries, with only two neighbors, and you haven’t even said hello?”
Kanagoraga scoffed. “Anyone who is worthy of meeting me comes to me first,” she said, putting her hand on her chest as she righted her balance.
“Don’t you get lonely?” I asked, cocking my head.
Kanagoraga looked at me funny.
“No, why?” she asked.
I frowned at her, my tail wagging very slowly. “Because humans are social creatures.”
“Well, there we have it, I’m not human. And good too,” Kanagoraga said. “The isekai’s are all well and good and decent enough, I suppose-”
“They saved the world!”
“-but they have nothing much on the perfection of elves,” Kanagoraga said, primly.
I sighed, slowly. “Lets, uh, deal with your fantasy racism some other day. Take us to one of the two other people then.”
“Point them out...” Alin muttered to Kanagoraga who did so on a map of the galaxy. The two dots she pointed at were so tiny among the billions of stars that I nearly couldn’t see them, even with some highlighting around both. I tried to not think about it as I peered up at the swirls – though I did notice that, viewed all at once, it was even easier to tell I wasn’t home. Our galaxy was a stately four armed galaxy, but this one was stubby old two armed galaxy. We were on the eastern arm, with the western arm looking longer and thinner than ours due to some quirk of stellar dynamics I surely did not understand.
“ ... can we zoom the map in?” I asked.
The map zoomed in so that we were only looking at our sector. The two blinking dots on it that represented our possible destinations remained almost impossibly small to see without the red circles around them.
“Can we zoom it in even more?” I asked.
“Just pick one!” Kanagoraga snapped.
I pointed. “That one!”
“All right, launch in six minutes!” Alin said.
We stood there.
Alin tapped her fingers against the console.
I clicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth.
“So,” Kanagoraga said. “How is Earth? My Earth, not yours?”
“Still empty,” Alin said.
Silence.
“Man, uh, these jump drives they, uh, can feel like they take forever, huh?” I asked, grinning sheepishly. “My Earth’s...” I paused. “Okay, it’s kind of fucked up.”
“Oh, right?” Kanagoraga asked, her voice dry.
“Yeah, politicians suck, economics suck, ecology is going down the tubes...”
“So, literally nothing has changed?” Kanagoraga asked, frowning at me.
I frowned back at her, and we waited in silence for what felt like five eternities. The time continued to tick by as Alin popped her lips, then rolled her head back. Then she fidgeted in her seat. Then, finally, she perked up. “Jump drive is charged!” she said.
“Make it so!” I said, sitting down in the captain’s chair.
The view ahead of us binked from a nondescript view of stars to ... to...
To...
“This solar system is not empty!” Alin said, brightly. “I’m detecting signs of sentient life there.”
“Yeah,” I said. “You could say that.”
The Menagerie was currently hanging over a disk world. There was no other way to describe it. A flat pancake of material, sleek and smooth and circular, swept out before the nose of my ship and simply hung there in space. The center of the disk had a hole cut out of it, and there in the heart of it was a star, glowing brilliantly and casting its light across the world. Water glinted on that disk, and green and the faint tips of mountains. The scale was all totally wrong – the star had to be minuscule, or the mountains had to be impossibly huge.
Kanagoraga blinked.
“Do you know what this is?” I asked, turning in my seat to face her.
“No,” she said.
“Captain!” Alin said. “Our ship is getting a signal – we have a connection down there. Also ... something has changed.” Her brows furrowed, then she gasped. “What the frick?”
I hurried to her side, standing up in a single smooth motion. Leaning over, I saw an array of utterly indecipherable graphs on her screen. I jerked my muzzle at one. “What is it, Alin?”
“Uh,” she said. “Okay, so, first, we’ve been enveloped in a field that’s completely negated our nanoforges!”
“Negated?” I asked. “How!?”
“Well, nanorobots only work at near cryogenic temperatures – the higher the temperature, the more their molecular and atomic structures break apart. They’re quite fragile, this is why a good chunk of each nanoswarm is dedicated purely to replication and not construction. Well, this is an arcanite field that has raised the temperature in our forges to non-viable ranges. We can’t produce anything at all!” She scowled. “That’s a dirty trick.”
“What’s the signal?” Kanagoraga asked, her voice firm. “It may give us a clue.”
“It’s a feed from a vehicle of some kind,” Alin said. A few button pushes and we got a bird’s eye view of a boxy looking vehicle parked in the middle of a field. The field was green and grassy, and a bird flew by the camera. Alin whispered to me. “This is our orbital camera perspective. I zoomed in.”
I nodded. “Hello?” I asked. “Uh, pipe me through to the vehicle. Unknown vehicle, I-”
“Construction Vehicle, reporting for duty!” A cheerful voice came over the line – feminine and husky, like a butch truck driver.
I blinked. “Construction Vehicle?”
“Ready to build!”
I frowned. “Explain your function,” I said, my hands on my hips.
“Tell me where to start!”
I scowled. “Rubber ducky bumbershoot finnick,” I said.
“Ready to build!”
“I don’t think the driver is sentient,” Alin whispered to me.
Then it clicked.
This was how the local here was going to fight. If, like Kanagoraga, she or he was the kind of person who rumbled for fun, then ... I turned to Alin. “Can we get a scan on any nearby structures or buildings?” I asked, and she started to tap buttons, then scowled hard.
“No, we’re being obfuscticated. The cameras are just being inked out, like some kind of ... fog of darkness!” she exclaimed.
“No.” I said. “Fog of war. CV!” I said. “Deploy immediately.”
“On the way!” The construction vehicle pilot – sentient or no – seemed to know how to follow orders. The back of the vehicle unfolded with a remarkable speed and, through our cameras, we saw it deploying drills and thrusting them into the ground, spreading out foundation via a collection of concrete sprayers. Within a few seconds, the construction vehicle had become a boxy looking factory. Alin frowned down at her console.
“We’re being asked to pick a color – and it’s sending up schematics. Well, a schematic. Apparently, it has come pre-loaded with resource units, about five thousand. But the schematic we have is-”
“A power plant,” I said, leaning back against the wall next to her console, my arms crossed over my chest.
“H ... How could you know that?” Alin asked, turning to face me.
“This place is running on Command and Conquer rules,” I said. “Previously, we were working on Homeworld.” I shook my head. “I don’t know if they got the idea from isekai’s or if this is some example of convergent evolution, but ... build me that power station.”
“Building!” Alin said. The factory got to work – cranes moving, boxes shifting. Whatever field was keeping our nanites from functioning didn’t stop the internals of that ground based factory – and after a remarkably swift twelve seconds, we had a power factory ready to be placed. Alin brought the ghostly image of the power station up on the view and started to pan it around. I pointed.
“Put a bit of space – each structure expands how far we can build from the construction yard, and we don’t want to have too juicy a target for an air strike.”
The factory’s drills burst up out of the earth in a spray of dirt and a spray of more concrete, which flattened out onto the ground and solidified instantly. The boxes launched from the back of the factory started to settle onto the foundation, unfolding and transforming into the parts of the factory – components hooking together in a flurry of self assembling. Soon, we had the cooling tower and turbine of what looked like a futuristic, glittering power plant – and I grinned as I saw the data coming in. We had power, and we had new schematics – including for a refinery and a barracks.
“Refinery first, we need to make sure we have money coming in,” I said, nodding. “After that, a barracks.”
“We can only build one thing at a time!” Alin huffed.
“That’s how this style works – but we can build more factories to speed up production. Not sure how fast.” I frowned, then said. “Can we transmit a broadcast across this disk world?”
“Sure!” Alin said.
“Going to taunt our foe?” Kanagoraga asked.
“Just going to say hi,” I said, then stood before the screen, looking out, trying to look serious. “Hello. I am Captain Mathew Loam, and I am not here to get into a fight. I just want to talk. Honestly.” I grinned, slightly. “I am going to assume that you don’t believe me and will be preparing accordingly.”
“No response,” Alin said. “Oh! Building complete!”
A refinery went up in the same blinding speed as the power plant. The harvester was a burly looking vehicle with a huge pair of mandibles on the front for scooping up whatever was used for resources. I watched as it trundled off, heading towards some nearby field. As it came near, the obscuring fog that blocked long ranged telescopy – but not, I notice, viewing the planet as a whole from space – started to peel backwards. Growing from the ground was thick green crystals. Peering at them, Kanagoraga gasped.
“Arcanite?” she asked.
“No, it’s not arcanite – but arcanite is being used in its creation,” Alin said, scanning it with a frown. “It looks like – oh, building complete!”
The barracks went up. It looked like a sturdy concrete structure, with a small flag flying overhead, with a triangular symbol on the side. I grinned, then asked: “What kind of infantry can we train? Are they ... robots?”
“No sir, they’re biots!” Alin said, laughing. “They’re going to be as alive as me. But, well, without the computerized brain core – so, they’re just going to follow simple orders.”
“Why biots and not robots?” I asked.
“Well, a biot takes advantage of the millions of years of evolution to walk, move, talk-”
“Biots bleed,” Kanagoraga said, firmly. “Robots are like the censored version, why have a fight if there’s no fun gore?”
Alin and I both goggled at her.
“What?” Kanagoraga asked, looking miffed.
“What biots do we got?” I asked.
“We have a machine gun biot,” Alin said. “Huh. They’re all elf girls.”
“Of course they are,” I said. “Do we have medic biots?”
“We do!” Alin said. “Oh that’s nice. We don’t want the biots to get too hurt. There’s also a rocket biot.”
“Is that a biot with a rocket, or a biot that flies on a rocket?” I asked.
Alin squinted. “ ... with, I think!”
“Okay, so, the machine gun biots will fight infantry and the rocket biots will be able to fight tanks. Start training some inf-”
And that was when the blob of machine gun toting, pink haired anime girls in army uniforms came storming out of the treeline and started to open fire on our base. The flashes of their muzzles and their bodies were quite visible from our overhead view – and as the bullets started to spark and flash off the barracks, I stood there in shock, gaping...
And the first communication came in from our local as a picture in picture view popped on.
There, standing before me ... was an elf. If you squinted. Her body was covered in a sleek array of green and gray chitin, her fingers ended in long claws, and she had a pair of extra limbs emerging from her shoulders that forked up and over her back, spreading out like a pair of wings. Her glossy green skin looked freshly oiled, and her eyes glowed with a pale yellow light as she grinned down at me – having deliberately aimed her camera up so she seemed to be towering over us all, despite being quite petite. Her arms crossed over her chest. Her teeth were razor sharp.
“Hehehe...” she giggled. “GG?”
“You...” I spluttered. “You cheesy zerg rushing jerk!”
“Hahahah!” She cackled, her wing-arms spreading wide behind her back. “Get wreckkkked gnoll boyyy eyyyy!” she lifted her arms up, making a pair of ‘dunked on’ symbols by folding her middle and pointer fingers down, fanning her pinkies and thumbs out, and waggling her arms. “Bwaah bwaah bwaah!”
Then the line cut off.
“Well, she definitely has been augmenting herself with arcanite,” Alin said. “Base under attack, by the way.”
It turns out even if a building was made of concrete and steel, a bunch of cheap machine guns firing full out with infinite ammo was going to cause some serious damage. The chimneys and doors and windows were already crumpling, and some of the wall showed sparks and flashes of fire as something caught within. Maybe they were using incendiaries. Two of the biots that we had just ‘trained’ started to walk out of the front door. To their credit, they threw themselves flat and started to shoot back at the attackers – but soon machine gun bullets started to stitch across the ground, sending up plumes of dirt and smoke and sprays of bright red blood.
“Unit lost,” Alin muttered.
“You are going to lose to this underhanded trickery!?” Kanagoraga asked.
“No, I am not,” I said, frowning. “How far away is the harvester?”
“It’s just started coming back,” Alin said.
I did some mental math. It looked like the barracks was losing more and more of its ablative armor. The fires were beginning to spread. I could spend resources to repair it – I saw the functionality pop up in the side of the interface. But every bit of RU we spent fixing the building was ... was...
My eyes fell on Kanagoraga.
I grinned.
“Shake it baby,” I said, quietly.
“Excuse me?” Kanagoraga spluttered.
“No, no, wait, hear me out!” I said.
Then I explained my idea to her.
Kanagoraga looked skeptical at the first sentence. Intrigued by the second sentence. Delighted by the third.
“Cha to the ching!” she said. “As they say!”
“They do not,” Alin said, scowling at her.
The attacker – I decided to name her Keke for the moment, until she actually saw fit to grant me her name – focused her fire on the barracks to the distraction of all else. Even to ignoring the shuttle zipping from the Menagerie to the planetary surface.
That turned out to be a mistake.