Reincarnated in a Vast, Lonely Universe
Copyright© 2025 by Dragon Cobolt
Chapter 7
Science Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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
I considered my options.
“Hmm...”
I looked at the three options – and something in my soul said...
“Boats,” I said.
“Hurmph!” Kanagoraga sniffed. “Fine. Boats.”
Alin narrowed her eyes slowly. “Narrow,” she said, softly. “Narrowing eyes. Narrowing my eyes at you.”
I grinned, wryly. “What?” I asked.
“Just narrowing my eyes,” she said, then looked at Kanagoraga so pointedly that Kanagoraga huffed and looked away.
“Bah!” she said. “I will tolerate boats. But not because I like you.”
“Yeah, I know,” I said, leaning back in my seat as I waited for the uplink to be established between the Menagerie and whatever Keke thought was fair for our next fight. We watched the screens and twiddled our thumbs – before finally, the fog of war rolled backwards around one of the mobile construction vehicles.
“Uplink established,” Alin said. “Any orders, Captain?”
She still seemed to be faintly delighted each time she got to say something like that. I rubbed my jaw. “Deploy the construction yard, and lets start building a power plant” I leaned back in my seat, thinking hard. It looked like the area that were fighting in was another grassy field, with a crystal field to the north and to the west. There was water splitting half the map from the other half of it – it was part of the naval landing that Keke had promised with her exceedingly poorly acted ‘cutscene’ between missions.
I did wonder about that. Had she put everyone who visited through this? Was this how she flirted, like Kanagoraga?
... it worked a lot better than being a tsundere, I had to admit.
Think the devil’s name and he appeared: Keke snapped onto the screen in a picture-in-picture window, dressed in her long coat, with her big communist hat. The fact she was a midway point between sexy bug and cute elf clashed with the Soviet paraphernalia, but less than you’d think. I suppose the plight of the working class included people who had been put through the wringer by the Zerg. Or the Tyranids, I suppose, if you were being old school.
“Vell vell,” she said, in her terrible approximation of a Russian accent. “Khomanndurr ... veee meet again!”
“You’ve missed communist and hit vampire, I’m sorry,” I said.
“Vhat!?” She exclaimed, managing to keep the accent, despite giggling and clapping her hands over her mouth. She slid her hands down, her shoulders shaking as she barely repressed her giggles. “I ... hehe...” They escaped and she fell out of the camera’s view, cackling.
“We should rush her now, while she’s distracted,” Kanagoraga said.
“With what?” I asked. “We’ve barely built our first refinery.”
“Don’t harvesters have guns?” Kanagoraga grumbled under her breath, while Keke leaned back up into the pick up, gasping and giggling.
“Sorry, sorry, just...” She coughed. “Ah. Anyway. Uh. You’re gonna lose, buddy boy! Gnoll butt!”
“You can just call me Matt,” I said.
“What kind of a name is Matt?” Keke’s brow furrowed, her clawed wing-arm things spreading behind her back with a surprised twitch. “No, you’re more of a Shinji.”
“ ... well ... that may be, but my name is Matt,” I said, cocking my head. “It means gift of god, which I think is close to what Shinji means, so, you were close.”
“No, Shinji means true ruler,” Alin-1 said. “That’s why Shinji Ikari was names that, since he was the lead up to the Human Instrumentation Project and the apotheosis of mankind, as engineered by NERV.”
“I preferred Kill la Kill,” Keke said, nodding.
“Those aren’t even the same frigging genre!” Alin exploded.
I, meanwhile, was pointing at the screen to indicate where the barracks should go. “Ten infantry biots, please,” I said, then looked at Keke. “So, do you do this to everyone who visits?” I asked.
“Obviously!” she said. “It’s the best way to meet cute boys.”
“Back off, he’s my husband,” Kanagoraga said, leaning over and sliding her arm around my shoulders. She nuzzled against me – and then shivered from her head to her toes, then leaned in even more. Her lips pressed against my neck and she let out the softest sound of surprise, while Keke blinked a few times, then blushed.
“ ... well, okay ... um...” She hesitated. “We can still have a battle, right?”
“Y-Yeah!” I said, feeling a confused pang in my belly, while Keke nodded, her wings flicking.
“Bye!” she said, then vanished.
“What was that about?” Alin asked, then turned around, narrowing her eyes as Kanagoraga nuzzled against me for a few more seconds – then sat bolt upright, her cheeks blazing. She was dark skinned, but she could still blush, and she was blushing from her head to her toes.
“Igottago!”
She turned and ran off, jetting out of the room as if her pants were on fire. My own cheeks felt flushed, and I rubbed my paw against my furry neck. “She’s not a furry, definitely,” I said, looking at Alin, who – to my mild exasperation – looked delighted.
“She’s warming up to you, Captain!” she said. “Soon, you will be knotting her and bringing her many orgasms!”
“Alin!” I exclaimed, then coughed. “I thought you were jealous.”
“My feelings are simple and easily understood,” Alin-1 said, lifting up her finger. “First, I was jealous. Then I realized that every female who lusted for you reflected on me – after all, you chose me to be your one true love. Ergo, if a woman wants you, that means that I’m gratified in an egotistical sense. Secondly, I know that you will not truly make love to any woman without asking me first – and thus, if I realize that as the situation goes from hypothetical to practical, I don’t like the idea, then I can tell you that I would prefer you instead throw me upon the command console and rut me until I can’t walk. Thirdly-”
“Uh, place that war factory there,” I said, half covering my face with my paw, trying to hide my utter mortification as Alin-1 continued speaking.
“Building complete!” Alin-1 said. “Training!”
The first of our biot driven jeeps roared off the construction line, with two anime girls sitting in it. One was at the driver’s wheel, the other was using the pintel mounted machine gun at the back. Either way, they were able to drive away from the base and start to peel back the fog of war with amazing speed.
“Thirdly,” Alin-1 said, shattering my hopes that she might have been firmly distracted. “I remembered one of my favorite scenes from ... an ... anime! And ... uh ... a-anyway, did I say thirdly? I mean t-there were only two reasons.”
“You didn’t think your points through, did you?” I muttered.
“Ha-haaaa!” Alin muttered as the jeep came to a stop near a vast, glittering ribbon of water. The inland sea or river – it was hard to tell, considering how much of the landscape was obscured by magical spells to prevent giving us map hacks with our orbital view. “Building naval yard!”
“Very ... wait, what’s that?”
That was a landing craft. It looked a bit like a pyramid of metal with a rubber flotation base around the edges. It would have been totally inexplicable, save that I had also played the original Red Alert and Command and Conquer – I knew exactly what design she had been trying to recreate, the weird looking square landing craft that they used in those games. The beach crunched and sand plowed up as the amphibious landing vehicle dropped and then lowered its gangplanks. Sprinting off and looking alarmingly cute was a small squad of biots carrying assault rifles and rocket launchers. The combined effect of a bunch of pink haired anime cat girls in digicamo and carrying modern firearms and tube-shaped rocket launchers was ... extremely striking.
“Target the rocket biots,” I said. “Bring our infantry biots up, we need to nip this in the bud.”
“Aye captain!”
The jeep trundled up and our pink haired biot opened fire. The heavy machine gun bullets sent up plumes of sand on the beach and had their entirely predictable effect on the disembarking enemy biots. Like last time, the biots seemed to be programmed to ‘perform’ their deaths – if a nonsentient quasibiological robot made entirely to follow basic commands could die – with maximum ham. I watched one flip literally head over heels by flinging herself backwards when the heavy machine gun bullet hit her chest in a plume of blood and tattered uniform. Another spun half around on her heel, threw up an arm, and let out a ‘auugh!’ before dropping to the ground.
Two others dropped to their knees and fired their RPGs directly at the jeep, which revved its wheels for a fraction of a second before both rockets impacted. The vehicle turned, in a single moment, a fireball. When the smoke cleared, there was barely wreckage left.
“Unit lost,” Alin said, quietly.
“I noticed,” I said, but our infantry biots were reaching the treeline, having jogged all the way from the base to the shore line. Their flashes of muzzlefire drew my attention – but I actually scrolled the view away from the overhead battle, making Alin look back, her brow furrowing.
“Zuh?” she asked.
“We need to make sure our micro doesn’t distract from our macro,” I said, firmly. “This is going to be a naval slugging match. Once we have that naval factory done, I want us to start building the air fields. We need a rapid response force.” I frowned as the naval factory went up and I took a look at what boats we were able to make. It looked like we could make destroyers, frigates, cruisers and landing ships. So, she was going full Red Alert style naval warfare ... of course ... we couldn’t just assume that she’d only have submarines.
I thought about Keke. How would she act. A rush seemed to be her thing – but she’d already rushed with infantry. She had shown she could adapt quickly.
“Build a cruiser,” I said, quietly.
“Sir, that’s an expensive artillery ship,” Alin said, her brow furrowing. “What if she makes submarines?”
“I have an idea,” I said. “Build a cruiser, and build ... that. Get ready to place it near the beach. But don’t place it just yet.”
“Okay...” Alin said.
The units began to tick towards their construction – while I waited and watched, I kept having Alin send our infantry to scout out more of the river. This allowed us to spot another attempted landing – this one farther down south, near the edge of the ‘map’, which was blocked off by a glowing field of energy. However, I kept my eyes locked on the river ... and that’s why I saw it creeping in from the edge of our explored area. I grinned, slowly.
I had guessed right. Or, more accurately, I had understood Keke. She was willing to take big swings and big risks – and so, she had built a cruiser as well. The heavy, expensive, slow ship didn’t look nearly as impressive as Kanagoraga’s immense super dreadnought, but we were working at entirely different scales here. In the biots and buildings meat and potatoes of Red Alert style real time strategy, a naval vehicle with two huge three barreled naval turrets, able to fire miles inland with shells the size of small cars ... well, that was plenty big enough.
“Fhew, our cruiser is almost done!” Alin said.
“Pause construction,” I said.
“What!?” Alin squeaked.
The cruiser fired as it cruised in. Its shells crashed around the naval yard, sending up plumes of foamy water. One shell clipped the building itself, blowing a chunk into the air and sending it splashing into the water. But the cruiser kept going – parking itself right beside the beach, almost crashing up onto the shore. Its guns, still aiming southward, fired again. This time the shells arced through the air and crashed down among my base. They had some inaccuracies, but their firing was clear: They landed on or near my construction yard, which was immediately dropped from full health to a three quarters in a single salvo.
“Repairing!” Alin said.
“Place it now and resume construction!”
The beach exploded with dust and sand as the construction yard shot out the foundation and the low, sloped shape of a defensive turret. It had guns almost as big as a cruiser, but shorter ranged – short enough range that the cruiser could have sat out at sea and simply bombarded it into rubble.
Save, of course, I had lured the cruiser in. I grinned, slightly, while the 99% ticked to 100% and my cruiser sailed smoothly out of the naval yard, her guns already aiming at the red and black painted cruiser of Keke’s army. Keke’s cruiser didn’t even change targets. It fired again, plumes of smoke belching from the guns and explosions roaring around my construction center. But the turret and my cruiser both opened fire at the same time – and the turret could fire much faster. Explosive shells burst against steel, and soon the artillery ship was listing, then sinking, falling to the side as water gushed into her hull.
Keke appeared in the picture in picture, and she was practically buzzing. “How the frick are you this good!?” she asked.
I had to admit ... I ... didn’t think I was that good. My action per minutes were well below the Starcraft bests, I was running a faction I barely understood and had no real conclusive idea of how I was going to deliver the killing blow. In any official battle back on Earth, I’d have been beaten pretty soundly. Unless, of course, it was in my forte, Galactic Conquest 2. But that was just it. This vast, lonely universe didn’t have much actual fighting. Kanagoraga had been alone for decades between her fights. How long had Keke gone between battles?
“How many times have you had to run this campaign?” I asked, curiously.
Keke hesitated. “It’s ... been a while. I kinda lose track of time.” She shrugged. “People don’t really come to fight me for my arcanite anymore, since I got it to so on lock ... and ... no one really wants to flirt with me for ... for some reason.” She looked down at her hands. For a moment, her bladed arm wings fell slightly. Then she perked up. “But don’t think you’ve won yet, Commander.”
I grinned at her. “You know, uh, we’re not even here for your arcanite, right?”
Keke hesitated a moment. “I mean. Yeah. You’re here for my smokin’ hot bod.” She giggled. “Right?”
“Actually, we’re mostly just going from world to world to say hi,” I said, then stood up, watching her face intently. “Remember, you attacked us.”
“ ... true...” Keke snickered. “Are you going to sue for peace or something?”
“Oh, hell no,” I said, my grin growing broad. “I want to see what defenses you have up. And-”
“Training complete!”
“There’s my second cruiser,” I said.
“Don’t you think telling me your fleet comp is gonna screw with the meta?” Keke asked.
“Lets call it a gentleman’s favor to a pretty lady,” I said, the words coming out of my mouth before I registered. Keke’s face flushed, her arm-wings fanning out. She stammered.
“I-It’s not GG yet, gnoll boy!”
She vanished with a click.
“Oh my goddess, you’re flirting with her!” Alin said, sounding delighted.
“I am not!” I exclaimed. “I just. I.” I rubbed my paws against my face. “Ugh. I just find her ... interesting.”
“You liiiiiiiiiike her,” Alin squeaked as she sprang up out of her console and ran to the side of my command chair. I thumped back into it with a groan.
“I like everyone,” I grumbled, my eyes half closed. Alin grabbed onto my arm and started to shake me excitedly.
“You like like her,” Alin said. “And she likes you back. Thus, once more proving the rightness of my choice.” She bounced on her toes. “And you like her more than Kanagoraga, who is a jerk.”
“Kanagoraga isn’t that bad,” I said, sighing. “I like her too, honestly. Yeah, she’s a bit arrogant – but, hey, she’s been trying to beat off suitors with a stick – and they’re all the kind of conceited asshole who would judge her for trying to be a few inches taller. That doesn’t make me think very much of their opinions ... and...” I hesitated. “She was good at turtling. Real good, in fact. If she had had just slightly more mobile units in our fight, I would have lost. That doesn’t make her a bad player – everyone has weaknesses.” I smiled, wryly. “And she’s able to learn quick. That says more for her than you’d think.”
Alin nodded, slowly.
“And ... I mean, I’m red blooded and male, I’d have to be either blind, ace, or gay to not notice how gorgeous she is,” I muttered under my breath. “Though, I think an ace guy or gay guy would still be able to see she’s hot, even if they wouldn’t care. But you know what I mean r-”
A soft squeaking noise – the sound of shoes on the smooth metal floor of the bridge – jerked my head around, my ears perking up. I saw a flash of red cape and realized that Kanagoraga was darting around the corner behind me. My eyes widened and I gaped. “How long was she listening for?”
“Ummm, the entire conversation, I think,” Alin said.
I shot her a look.
“What?” Alin asked. “You never told me to not engineer romantic moments!”
I groaned. “I-” I cut myself off, then looked back at the big screen. A third cruiser had joined the second, the three ships looking utterly terrifying as they stood at anchor.
“And only a guy as good as you would say that stuff!” Alin said.
“I’m not that nice!” I exclaimed. “I’m bare minimum here.”
“I think you undersell yourself, Matt,” Alin said, seriously.
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