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In another dreamscape, the stage was set and the actors had their parts to play out. Deep within an imposing fortress there was a single room with iron bars across the window and light streaming out, escaping in a manner that its occupant could never accomplish.
Within that room was a Princess, and she was engaged in the same kinds of activities most Princesses engaged their time with.
“More food, please!”
Stuffing her face while waiting for her handsome Prince to sweep her off her feet. Sakura dabbed at her mouth with a handkerchief and paused for a moment between mouthfuls to really take in her surroundings. Her supernatural senses were screaming at her, warning her that this room and everything in it was somehow artificial. But in what manner? At the very least, the food tasted nice and her clothes seemed rather comfortable. When had she arrived in this castle? Where was she? Why was she here? These questions needed answers, but none were forthcoming. The very first thing she should do was escape, obviously.
“Hail, sweet Princess Sakura!” an annoyingly familiar-sounding voice yelled from outside. “I have come to rescue you!”
Ataru Moroboshi. Somehow she was not particularly surprised by his involvement, but it did raise a new question. Was he the cause, or was he merely as caught up in this as she was? Though a different question did rise up in her mind. Why was it getting so warm in here all of a sudden?
“Is that… smoke?” she asked aloud, sniffing at the air. Yes. Yes, it was. Definitely smoke. But where -
She stared in shock at her dress and tore it off herself immediately. The bottom of her dress had caught alight! How had that happened?! Some sort of spell, perhaps? She threw it into the corner, and immediately regretted doing so as the castle walls almost immediately caught the flame and it was spreading around the room before she could think to draw breath.
The entire beautiful room was being rapidly devoured around her by the greedy fire, leaving her trapped and cowering in a corner of the room. No! There had to be something she could use to put this out! Or at the very least an escape route! There had to be -
“My love!” a voice called, and Sakura found herself being scooped up by a surprisingly strong pair of hands. “I shall guide you from this place to safety!”
While she was certain she could have probably figured out something to at least dispel the illusion, she was grateful for the rescue. After all, if the flames had reached her first then the consequences weren’t worth thinking about! Besides which, it felt oddly comforting to be held by this person. Sakura even found herself resting her head against his chest, and found herself entranced by his steady heartbeat.
“We are safe now,” her rescuer said, and Sakura looked up towards - Moroboshi?! Sakura opened her mouth to protest, but quickly found she could not speak at all. It was rather difficult to effectively verbally communicate when a complete pervert is gently pressing his lips against hers while his hands simultaneously held her weight and lovingly stroked her body. Then again even assuming she could speak right now Sakura would probably only be able to enunciate a single letter: “Mmmmm….”
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In another dreamscape, the stage was set and the actors had their parts to play out. Deep within an imposing fortress there was a single room with iron bars across the window and light streaming out, escaping in a manner that its occupant could never accomplish.
Within that room was a Princess, and she was engaged in the same kinds of activities most Princesses engaged their time with.
“Oh, no! Li’l Ran is so scared! <b>Scared of what she’ll do to whomever locked her in here!</b> It really is such a shame <b>that I would only be able to do it to them once!</b>”
Plotting bloody revenge on whomever it was that wronged them.
Right. So first she’d kiss them. Obviously. Drain as much health, youth and vitality away as she could get away with, then she’d strap them to a rocket and attach a headset to their ears blaring the sound of blackboard scratching right into their eardrums and then -
Ran caught sight of herself in a mirror. Goodness, but this was such a pretty dress! She looked just like a doll!
“Hail, sweet Princess Ran!” a voice called from outside. Ran peered out the window. Aha! Lum’s stupid pervert of a fiance, clad in some bizarre, sexualised parody of a knight’s armour that really made it look like he was built like a god. Seriously now. If Rei had those kinds of muscles then Ran could snuggle up to him and just lay there for the rest of her life.
And that reaction said pretty much what she needed to know about who was responsible for all of this. So be it. This was the perfect opportunity to nail him with a life-draining kiss and escape from this strange prison at the same stroke! All she had to do was play the part, and -
Ran turned away from the window a little too quickly and felt more than heard the tear. She looked down and twitched rather angrily. That beautiful dress! Torn away from her body and leaving her very nearly completely naked! All she had was her usual pink bikini and not a stitch else - Which would actually be a benefit to her intention to distract Ataru anyway. Shame about the dress, but she really shouldn’t be so upset by it.
Moments later Ataru burst into the room, and swept Ran up in his arms. His surprisingly strong arms. “My love! I shall escort you from this place to safety!” he declared, prompting Ran to hide the sarcastic eye roll she inevitably felt coming on hearing that sort of cheesy line. She relaxed in his grip as he carried her out of the castle and to the clearing outside. “We are safe now,” he said, gently lowering her to the ground and lowering his face towards hers. The fool! Giving her exactly what she wanted! Now to drain his life force and -
It wasn’t working. Strange. Even a light kiss on the lips should be sufficient to drain him completely. Perhaps if she pulled him closer, deepened the kiss… No! Still nothing. Not a deep enough kiss? Ran’s arms circled around Ataru’s head, drawing the kiss out into a more and more passionate embrace.
Until Ran completely forgot why she was even kissing him in the first place.
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In an unseen audience, Ataru watched both dream plays with a confident smirk on his face. Haha! Working like a charm so far, and they hadn’t even reached the part where he’d introduced the real changes to their scripts! If things kept going the way they were going, there would be fireworks blaring any second now!
In point of fact, here they come now.
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“Help! Help!” a voice cried, shattering Sakura’s enjoym- No, not enjoyment. Never enjoyment! Ataru flew away from her body, taking with him his warm, intoxicating lips and his wandering, knowing, reassuring hands.
“Where are you going?” she asked, wondering at how long she’d been so terribly out of breath. “Come back here this instant!”
“Sorry, my lady Sakura, but a damsel awaits rescue! I must heed this call!”
Ataru Moroboshi was the centre of this… this… Whatever it was! Yes, there could be no question of that now. Sakura rose to her feet, and was surprised at how shaky they felt. What was this? Why did her body feel so pleasantly weak? Never mind that for the time being, she had to catch up to Ataru before he -
Hopped on a giant floating kotatsu being piloted by a certain large cat.
Huh. That was actually pretty normal considering the kind of thing she usually had to deal with when Moroboshi was involved. Sakura took several deep breaths and concentrated. Just had to think for a second, and… Poof! A magic carpet! Sure, the belly dancer outfit was probably a little too much but screw it, she was losing sight of Ataru!
“Get going, you stupid carpet!” she yelled. “After him! Yow! Too fast!”
It streaked across the sky like a rainbow, but for reasons she didn’t quite understand simply couldn’t keep up with the flying kotatsu. She could see it descend upon another castle, just as sinister and magnificent as the one she’d just been rescued from. She saw Ataru leap from the flying furniture and flee into the building, returning moments later with a scantily clad woman clinging to his chest for dear sweet life. How strangely familiar.
So familiar, in fact, that she brought the magic carpet to a halt and watched from overhead. The two of them went to the ground outside the castle, landing in the clearing. She saw Ataru’s lips descend upon this strange woman’s, and without even realising she was doing it Sakura licked her lips in remembrance. Ataru’s hands took their time, almost seeming to drink in the woman’s figure. Goosebumps flared up over Sakura’s body in just the same places Ataru was touching on the woman’s, and -
“Help!” a voice cried, shocking Sakura into realising that once again she’d had some rather ragged breathing. What was happening to her? “Please, rescue me!”
“A lady in distress!” Ataru cried, wrenching himself free of the mystery woman. She scrambled after him with her body language pleading, begging for him to return but it was too late. He was gone.
Sakura drifted down towards the woman and pulled her onto the carpet.
“What’s your name?” she asked, while beckoning the carpet to pursue Ataru at a distance.
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“Please,” the woman whimpered. “Please, Lord Ataru! Take me! I want it so badly! I need it!”
Ran grunted in annoyance (and not remotely out of sympathy). This was the third girl in a row now! It was getting just a little bit inconvenient. Not to mention highly irritating! Ugh! Such a womanising creep, rescuing all these girls like that, taking them all to the very brink of wanting to have amazing sex with the stud and then running off to rescue yet another “damsel”!
Between thoughts of bloody revenge upon Ataru for getting her caught up in all this nonsense, Ran did have to wonder where they’d all gotten jetbikes like the one she was riding - But whatever! She was just growing more and more determined to catch up with the creep and get some answers out of him!
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The good news was that Sakura had caught up with him. The bad news was that she couldn’t actually <i>get</i> to him. There must be hundreds of women here. Stacked women. Curvaceous women. Supermodels. Blondes, brunettes, redheads - Every colour of the rainbow and every single one of them had but three main distinctive qualities in common:
1: They were all wearing the same kind of belly dancer outfit as Sakura herself.
2: They were all staring at Ataru like a starving man looks at a steak.
3: They were jealously keeping each other from actually getting near him, without actually resorting to violent measures.
As for Moroboshi himself? He was sitting in a throne at the head of the room, leaning on his hand with that stupid goofy grin on his face. “Is everyone here?” his peculiarly booming voice asked, echoing throughout the room. “Wonderful! Alright, girls! As I’m quite sure you’ve noticed there are far too many lovely ladies present for me to take care of all them. There’s only one safe way to narrow it down! Take a number! Prove to me that you have what it takes, and then you get to stay!”
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“But if you fail to keep me aroused, well, that’s your loss, I’m afraid!”
A competition to seduce that perverted idiot? Ran rolled her eyes. If she wanted near him, she didn’t need to use such a strategy in the slightest! All she had to do was turn one of the girls around like <i>so</i>, pull them into a kiss like <i>this</i> and drain their life force like -
Drain their life force.
Drain their life force already! Gah! When did her tongue get into Ran’s - Mm, actually that felt kind of - No, no! Stop that!
Okay then. So here they were. A room full of blasted damned annoyingly attractive women in bikinis that were immune to her kiss! When she got her hands on Moroboshi’s throat she would make him pay for this! But… That would mean getting close enough to do so… Which meant she would have to participate in this contest, whatever she might think of it. Ugh!
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“Hey, boss,” the alligator said. “Why’d you go and give ’em different costumes for the contest?”
“Heh! A gourmet chef favours variety of flavour and talent!” Ataru said, flipping a piece of candy into his mouth. Said candy was suspiciously shaped like a dream seed. “A true pervert artist is much the same!”
“I have so much to learn,” the alligator murmured, stars in his eyes. Ataru rolled his, and focused them again on the show about to begin. He couldn’t wait to see how they would wind up winning! Sakura in a belly dancing contest, and Ran in a wet look contest! What heavenly delights to entertain him on this night!
- Ataru doesn't get to enjoy the competition as he's pulled into another dream!
- The dreams begin to intersect, and suddenly Ran and Sakura are competing against one another!
- Hold on! There's another perverted twist in the tale we've not seen yet!
- Both Sakura and Ran really throw themselves into the competition in an attempt to get close to Ataru. Both of them lose themselves in how much fun it is to take part.
- Something else
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