Benten found herself astride her flying bike, hurtling through a vast cosmic racetrack that wound around swirling galaxies and glowing nebulae. The air buzzed with the roar of engines and the shouts of rival racers—tough bikers, alien warriors, and even a few gods of luck throwing dice as they sped along.
The stakes? Supreme bragging rights and a treasure chest rumored to grant the winner one outrageous wish. As asteroids loomed ahead, she grinned, effortlessly weaving through them with her trademark mix of skill and daring.
At one point, the race veered through a chaotic interstellar carnival where Lum cheered from a ferris wheel, and Ryuunosuke bickered with her dad over a rigged ring-toss game. Benten shouted a quick tease as she zipped past.
"Hey, Ryuunosuke! Did your dad finally let you wear a skirt, or is that just a tablecloth he threw at you?"
The finish line glowed just ahead, but before crossing it, she took a moment to perform a gravity-defying stunt, sending shockwaves of applause across the cosmos. Because for Benten, winning wasn’t just about coming first—it was about doing it with style.
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For a moment there Ataru forgot that he'd entered a dream. Man, he had to give it to Benten! She knew how to make things exciting! Even so, he was here for a reason: To use his dream manipulating powers to brainwash Benten into joining his harem!
He looked around and soon found what he was looking for. Chibi versions of Benten scrambling around a script. They seemed to be in a heated discussion about what the next dream would be about. Interesting!
Clad in a tiny flight suit with goggles perched on her head, one Benten waved a map of uncharted galaxies. "Obviously, we need to ramp up the danger! Let’s throw in a black hole, a giant space kraken, and a treasure planet. Think big, people! No guts, no glory!"
Donning oversized star-shaped sunglasses and a sparkly sash that read Fun Queen, another Benten twirled a party popper. "Why so serious? Let’s make it a karaoke contest instead! Throw in a disco spaceship and make everyone sing while dodging meteors. Way more fun!"
Aha, he got it. Each of these four were different aspects of her personality, and none of them could agree one what the next dream should be! Alright This was perfect! Ataru approached while they were busy, and snapped up the script, letting loose a wild grin -
"Whadaya think you're doing?!" Bonk! One of the Benten, wearing a mini racing uniform and clutching a trophy almost her size, had just bashed Ataru on the head with that very trophy! "Hey! You really think we're gonna letcha get away with putting your own idea in there?!"
"Oh, no! Nothing like that!" Ataru said. Great. The four of them were glowering at him now. He adjusted his collar and coughed into his hand. "I was merely removing the temptation from all of you, in case you tried the same! How about if I mediated, hrm?"
"Who even let him in here?" Competitive Benten snarled, holding her trophy up like she was about to charge. "This is our dream!"
"I’m just trying to help!" Ataru said, putting his hands up in mock surrender. "Clearly, you’re all stuck in a stalemate. Let me mediate and get things moving. No need for violence."
Sentimental Benten tilted her head, clutching her plush bike. "Mediation…? Maybe he could actually help us come to a decision?"
Adventurous Benten crossed her arms, still suspicious. "Or he could mess everything up. This guy’s track record isn’t exactly stellar."
"Hey, now!" Ataru said, grinning nervously. "I just want to make sure this dream is unforgettable—for everyone!" He leaned closer to the chibis, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "What if we combine all your ideas? Space adventure, high-stakes competition, karaoke fun, and even a touch of heartfelt nostalgia. Everyone wins!"
The chibis exchanged uncertain glances, their expressions softening slightly.
"Wait, wait, wait," Competitive Benten said, stepping forward. "What’s in it for you?"
Ataru’s grin grew wider, his eyes sparkling. "Oh, nothing big. Just a tiny adjustment to the script. Maybe a tropical interlude, with a few… bikini-clad dream extras?"
The chibis’ eyes narrowed in unison. Uh oh. Maybe he'd gone a little too far, there?
"Pervert!" Adventurous Benten snapped.
Playful Benten bonked him on the head again. "Denied!"
"But fine," Competitive Benten said, smirking. "We’ll do the mashup thing. Just don’t think you’re getting any of your extras."
As the chibis swarmed the script, scribbling furiously with glowing pens, Ataru sighed and rubbed his head. "It’s like nobody here appreciates creativity," he muttered. Great. They were too on guard against him. They weren't going to let him near the script. He'd have to be a bit more creative if he was gonna have some fun, here...
The dream shifted, morphing into an intergalactic karaoke space race featuring pirate ships, asteroid obstacle courses, heartfelt reunions, and—notably absent—a beach. Ataru could only watch as the dream unfolded, caught between awe and mild disappointment. Although...Ataru's mischievous grin widened as an idea took shape. Why mediate when he could outwit them? He rubbed his hands together, his mind racing. "Time to work some Ataru magic," he muttered.
Turning to the chibi Bentens, he clapped his hands loudly. "You know what this is missing? A genuinely tough competition!"
Competitive Benten’s eyes lit up immediately. "Competition? You’re speaking my language! What are we talking? Races? Duels? Arm wrestling?"
Ataru smirked. "Oh no, something far more... challenging. How about... a banana-eating contest?"
The Bentens blinked in unison. Then, after a moment of silence contemplating it, Playful Benten burst out laughing. "Bananas? Seriously? What kind of dream twist is that?"
"I don’t know," Ataru said, feigning nonchalance. "Unless, of course, you’re scared you can’t handle it. I mean, Benten looks tough, but who knows if she can win this one?"
Competitive Benten’s cheeks flushed. "Oh, I can handle it, all right. Let’s do this!"
Ataru conjured a table piled high with bananas, and Benten took her seat with a determined glare. The chibis gathered around to watch, with Sentimental Benten whispering, "This feels... kind of silly," while Adventurous Benten rolled her eyes.
"Ready, set, eat!" Ataru shouted, starting the contest.
Benten tore through bananas with shocking speed, peeling and devouring them in seconds. Ataru couldn’t help but be impressed—and a little terrified—by her sheer determination. She sucked those bananas down in no time at all, and while the Chibis were distracted by the contest... That's when Ataru took his chance to make a teeny tiny alteration to the script. He couldn't do much before they noticed, of course, but... Let's just say that the bananas were a bit more pink by the end than where they'd started.
By the end, the table was littered with peels, and Benten sat back, triumphantly wiping her mouth.
"Ha! I’m the champion!" she declared, flexing her tiny arms. "Man, those bananas were delicious, and not at all representative of Ataru Moroboshi's yummy scrummy penis!"
Ataru clapped enthusiastically. "Amazing! You see girls? My ideas aren't all bad, are they?"
Competitive Benten raised an eyebrow. "Huh. Not bad. All right, how about this then? I want a high-speed chase scene where I totally dominate."
"Done!" Ataru said quickly, jotting something onto the dream script. What he didn’t tell her was that the chase would detour through a tropical island where he could sneak in his beach scenario.
The other Bentens weren’t having it.
"Wait a second," Adventurous Benten said. "How is that fair? She gets a whole chase scene? What about the rest of us?"
"Yeah!" Playful Benten chimed in. "This dream is supposed to be fun for everyone!"
"Hrm?" Ataru grunted, while twirling his pen. "You girls didn't have fun with the contest...? Don't worry, I've got some ideas for some real fun for you all coming up!"
By that, he meant when Benten woke up - and had a threesome with him and Lum. Though by now that should probably go without saying!
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