Story: UY In Your Dreams

 

Sakura was on the verge of giving in. While Ataru had no real experience with this sort of thing (yet), his instincts were screaming this fact at him so hard it simply had to be true. Here they were, sitting side by side about to watch a play in her dream, and she was leaning her head on his shoulder and not minding at all the fact that his hand was on her thigh. Squeezing the flesh, drawing little sighs of contentment, of bliss. A little more. Just a little more of a push and she'd be happy to let him do this, or anything he wanted, in the real world!

Oh, he couldn't wait! A beauty like Miss Sakura at his beck and call! Haha! That was an ideal dream for a pervert like him! Now, let's see how she reacts to this play.

It began with a pretty priestess sitting in seiza position, facing the audience with her hands on the floor in a bow.

"Welcome to our performance," the priestess, who bore more than a passing resemblance towards Miss Sakura, began. In truth she was the stuff of dreams, much like everything else save the two of them. "Today is the story of my growing attraction to one I once found repulsive. My concerns of wicked influence drawing me down a sinful path. I ask that you view this tale, and meditate on what you experience to come to your own conclusions, for the truth can only come from within."

"Hey, why don't you close your eyes and meditate too?" Ataru whispered while Sakura snuggled into him more. "Go ahead, do that while the lights are fading, it'll give you a bit of time to think about things."

Sakura seemed to agree with that as she closed her eyes, opening them again when the lights rose. But she had shifted position. No longer in the audience, she was now on stage in full priestess robes, sitting where the 'actor' had been before, staring out at an audience that, by sheer coincidence, all looked like Ataru and her, smiling and happy.

Then, out of nowhere, a hideous beast jumped out from seemingly nowhere, its long tongue leaking drool everywhere, its bug eyes and grabby oversized hands being the most off putting things about him even beyond that tongue.

"Blaaargh! Pretty woman!" the creature bellowed and licked its chops. "If I said you had a nice body, would you hold it against me?"

Sakura hid her body from him on reflex, because of course she would, and prepared to attack this foul beast drooling over her body - but then she caught sight of two things that changed her mind. The first, the obvious tag on the costume, making it clear this wasn't a real monster. The second, a kuroku holding up a sign containing lines and stage instructions.

"Away, foul beast!" Sakura yelled, and made to flee, only to stop after a few steps when she heard sobbing and the distinctive sound of falling tears. She stopped to look back, and sure enough the beast was crying its eyes out, then turned to pound the ground in frustration.

"I don't understand!" the beast wailed. "Why do I, Ataru, frighten all the pretty ladies so? All I want to do is show them appreciation, but they flee at the sight of me! How cruel! How unkind! Is my appearance truly so hideous?"

Despite herself, Sakura returned to the beast's side, and patted its back in reassurance. "There, there, it's alright," she said. "While I am not seeking a romantic partner, I could help you learn how to approach women without putting them off."

The sobbing creature, this... Ataru turned to look at her, and his large eyes did not seem so disgusting anymore. They were weirdly cute.

"You mean it?" he asked in a sincere and pleading tone. "You'll help me share my love with others?"

"Of course," Sakura replied. "As a priestess, I am duty bound to assist those in need."

And so, she took that beast called Ataru and helped him in every way that she could. She helped him groom. Changed his attire. Taught him how to speak with women, showing them due respect and courtesy. She taught him how to read the room. how to know when it's okay to be aggressive - and when it's better to back off.

Ataru - that is to say, the real Ataru - let her take the lead on those portions of the play, because he was too busy taking notes to play much guidance.

"Oh wow, girls don't like it when you make an obvious compliment towards their figure out in public, unprompted?" Ataru said, writing that down to help himself remember. Ladies, gentlemen, an excellent example of how wannabe pick up artists have no real understanding of how women think.

As this was a dream, the logic of dreams took over for a bit. The details don't matter as much. There were comedic sections here and there, where Ataru misunderstood what the priestess was trying to teach him, but he steadily improved over time. In the process the costume changed, as Ataru grew more and more respectable. His hair combed back, his hands kept to himself, his rugged manly figure and handsome face shining through as his more bestial nature receded.

And in no time at all he was surrounded by pretty women who were, of course, not at all pastiches of certain pretty girls in Ataru's actual life. Save their attire being a bit more, shall we say, scantily clad.

Sakura found herself watching from afar, a swell of pride growing in her chest. She had taken Ataru, and transformed him into a real catch. A man truly worthy of having a harem. Her work as a priestess was done. A good deed.

And yet, there was a kuroko holding up more instructions for her to follow.

"What is this feeling?" she asked aloud, to the audience. "This swelling in my heart. I used to think of him a senseless brute, a lewd pervert."

She turned to look, and the girls were all dancing for his amusement while he clapped along with them, smiling brightly.

"And yet I desire this as well."

The actress that looked somewhat like Lum danced over towards Sakura, cupping her chin and looking her in the eyes.

"Well, what's wrong with that?" the Lum-a-like asked. "You like what you like, tcha."

The Shinobu expy was next, dancing behind Sakura, grinding her body up against her, making her start to move as well.

"We need food. We need water. We need air. We need sleep. We need love," this 'ordinary' human girl said.

The next two looked like Benten and Oyuki, and they stood on either side of Sakura, hip to hip, pinning her in between them. Their gyrations, their dancing, in tim with Shinobu's pushing Sakura into mimicking the same dance.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of," the Benten-a-like whispered in Sakura's ear.

"Embrace your boundless desires, your boundless love," the Oyuki-a-like whispered in Sakura's other ear.

It was strange, but as she was pushed into dancing Sakura felt any doubts and fears she had melt away. After a minute or so, the girls all retreated, and she continued to dance in time alongside them, her priestess robes melting off her body to show off a pure white bikini. The audience cheered and clapped as Sakura embraced her role, and she found herself sitting in Ataru's lap, letting him - practically making him grab her body, plant kisses upon her flesh. It was just as they had said. Her love for him was truly boundless! In dreams, and now in reality.