Sleep. It seemed like such a simple thing to ask for. A good night’s sleep. A chance to recharge one’s mental batteries. A simple pleasure. Which was being denied her. Denied because every single time she was about to drift off, a certain raging pervert fiance of a certain lightning-wielding hellspawn drifted across her thoughts, and the next thing Ran knew she was sitting up in bed. Panting like she’d run a marathon.
So Ran was trying to use the time towards some productive end. Like building a couple of new dolls while absolutely not thinking about that dream. That amazing dream where she felt loved and desired, could let go of her inhibitions and -
“Aw, li’l Ran needs to relax!” a completed doll exclaimed as Ran put it to the side and started working on the next one. It gently began nudging her shoulder in an approximation of a shoulder rub, but she ignored it. Just like she was trying to ignore the dream.
It was troubling to say the very least. For years any dream remotely like that had always been about Rei, but they had always been lacking a certain quality. Passion. Real passion was never there. The reason why was obvious enough. Rei couldn’t get passionate about anything except filling his bottomless pit of a belly. At least Moroboshi appreciated the finer qualities of the female form! At least he showed interest in the girl herself!
And the girl’s friends, and any he happened to pass in the street, and their friends, and pretty much anyone remotely attractive in a skirt that passed his peripheral vision in general. The boy was a flirt. A hyperactive flirt and nothing more.
Sure, she took every opportunity to try and kiss the boy, but that was entirely because she wanted to drain his youth. Not because she actually wanted to kiss him or anything. She certainly didn’t want to sleep with him! Though given his stamina, he’d probably last quite a long - What was she thinking?! Stop that!
“Aw, li’l Ran is too stressed out!” another doll said, wandering over to Ran’s other shoulder and giving her another approximation of a massage. This whole thing was simply ridiculous. Why did she have that dream tonight of all nights? Why did she -
Ran slapped herself across the head. Of course! The dream berries! She dropped what she was doing and wheeled around towards the tree. Plenty more berries on it. Who knew Lum was so much of a raging pervert? Well. It would certainly explain why she was willing to marry Moroboshi even knowing what he was like.
“Come back, Ran!” the dolls cried as she hurried across the room. “Where are you going?” But she didn’t have time for them right now. She had to see the evidence with her own two eyes! All the better to ensure she could humiliate Lum with this evidence later on!
It wasn’t too difficult popping the stupid thing into a scanner. Let’s see what sort of dream was encoded into this thing? Ah ha! Just as she thought. Starting out with the Princess in the castle, needing rescued by a knight that looked just like Moroboshi. Ran let out a sigh as Moroboshi came on screen. A sigh of relief. Not of naked lust. Absolutely not. Next would come the wet t-shirt contest, and then the monumental -
… Huh. Actually… This seemed kind of sappy and not remotely perverted. Like a cheesy romance novella where they rode off into the sunset to live happily ever after. Throughout the entire work, Lum’s whole body was kept covered from the neck down in that over-covering, flowery style humans liked so much. Not that she could blame them when they made it look so pretty and feel so comfortable, but still -
Nothing more perverted than holding hands. Not even a kiss. Just… poetry. Staring longingly into each other’s eyes. Staring up at the night’s sky, having dinner and by the end of it all Ran just wanted them to get it over with already and screw. Come on, where’s the passion from the dream? Compared to that this was so, ugh, boring!
Boring. Ran fidgeted in her seat. Had she actually wanted to see Lum and Ataru getting it on. The image popped into her mind unbidden. No, no, no! Disgusting! It morphed slightly. Lum’s hair turned pinkish and slightly curlier, her horns vanished, her fangs retracted, her eye colour changed…
“Miss Ran!” a doll called out to her, gently nudging her foot. “Miss Ran, are you feeling okay? You look unwell!”
Ran’s gaze flitted down towards the cute little doll. Something wasn’t quite right here, but - Gears turned in her head and she didn’t much care for the direction they took. That doll wasn’t wearing a cute frilly dress. The doll didn’t have beautiful flowing locks of hair. It was wearing a white t-shirt, black trousers and had a rather short haircut. It looked like a miniature version of Moroboshi.
A blanket was pulled over her by a series of other dolls. All Moroboshi-bots. It was like something out of a nightmare, as suddenly Ran realised the terrible truth. She’d been spending the better part of an hour building these things, one by one, not even noticing she had constructed an army designed just like that - That -
“Li’l Ran needs to sleep,” a robot said, gently tilting her head to the left. Ran opened her mouth to tell it to buzz off… But felt a berry being pushed into her mouth. “Nighty night!” the mini-Ataru said. In spite of herself, Ran drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face and her hand trailing down her body towards her increasingly moist folds.
- Ran has a second dream. Does Ataru rewrite this one too? Or does Ran do it herself?
- Meanwhile, Sakura is having her own problems getting back to sleep.
- Ataru wakes up the next morning with no recollection of the night before.
- Ataru wakes up the next morning with full recollection of the night before.
- Something else
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