Sometimes you can tell you’re in a dream but still not be able
to influence your actions. And sometimes the dream is something
special that you really just want to let play out on its own.
Specifically, I was dreaming and really enjoying myself.
My dream began with me in bed, which is a bit unusual. But I
wasn’t alone. I could feel a warm mouth engulfing my cock. Looking
at the blonde head bobbing up and down in my lap, I knew it was Power
Girl. She was naked, her very large breasts pressed up against my
side as she made love to my penis with her tongue and mouth.
Yes, I’m a nerdboy, a geek. But whether or not you are too, I
challenge you to look at a picture of her and deny her status as one
of the sexiest women in comic books. You cannot.
My perception expanded to see a bedroom much larger than it
should be. My bed was was normal, but the room looked like a harem
out of 1001 Arabian Nights.
I stood up, leaving a lounging, naked Kara Zor-L behind and
started wandering around.
There was a large bath and shower area where the naked female
casts of Ranma 1/2 and Tenchi Muyo were slowly and sensually cleaning
each other. The Tendo sisters were caring intimately for Ayeka and
the goddess Tsunami. Shampoo and Mihoshi were kissing each other
deeply, playing with each other’s breasts. Washu and Ryoko were
giving massages to Ukyo and Kodachi. I wondered if Kiyone was around
too or if this was the wrong version of Tenchi for her to show up.
They all turned to look at me as I neared, beckoning me to
join them, but I wanted to see the rest of the room and walked on
past.
For some reason there was a shooting range where Lara Croft,
Kate Archer, Sara Pezzini and Bayonetta were having a marksmanship
competition. Somehow I knew the winner would be able to join me, and
they were all trying their utmost to win. They all had bare torsos
and their breasts jiggled and jumped every time they fired their
pistols. A completely nude Rally Vincent was the judge.
On a large pile of round pillows lay a huge tangle of women,
all making love to each other. Princess Leia was holding the hilt of
an unlit lightsaber, using it as a dildo and driving it into the pussy
of Wonder Woman. Kneeling over Wonder Woman’s head was Storm, her
pussy pressing down on Princess Diana’s mouth as her tongue tried to
search out the depths of the African goddess’ pussy nectar while above
Rogue kissed and embraced Ororo.
I caught glimpses of others in the pile of women: Jean Grey
and Emma Frost. Vixen and Raven. Jeannie and Agent 99. Veronica
Lake and Christina Ricci. Mary Jane Watson and Susan Storm. Ann and
Kim Possible with Monique. Jennifer Conneley and Betty Page.
Princess Jasmine and Esmerelda lay side-by-side over Urd and Skuld,
writhing in two parallel 69’s.
The Black Cat and Catwoman were both in erotic parodies of
their normal costumes, their asses thrust upwards as they both lapped
milk out of a large bowl, their tongues occasionally meeting for a
kiss. Nuku Nuku, her robot cat ears protruding from her hair, watched
them both patiently, waiting for her turn.
A-Ko was making out with a teenage version of Blossom, with
similarly aged Bubbles and Buttercup encouraging the two red-heads by
caressing their breasts and asses to urge them on.
On a small stage, Zatanna was doing an X-rated magic show,
pulling a stream of silk scarves out of her exposed pussy. The
Scarlet Witch dressed in a bikini was her assistant, holding a small
white rabbit. In the audience, a lingerie-wearing Daria Morgendorffer
and Jane Lane were heckling her, calling out how she was doing the
tricks.
Off to the side, Rei Ayanami and Yomiko Readman were perusing
an oversized copy of the Kama Sutra, full of photographs depicting
different sexual positions. They masturbated each other as Rei turned
the pages. The pictures in the book appeared to feature Ingrid
Bergman and a dildo-wearing Greta Garbo.
I could see the room actually stretched off into the distance
and I couldn’t make out everyone the room held… there were too many.
On a small nearby bed, Kara Thrace was wearing a strap-on
dildo, fucking River Tam with hard, fast strokes, driving River’s face
into Buffy Summer’s cunt while Willow Rosenberg held onto Buffy’s
breasts from behind.
This made me think of my own bed, and I made my way back there
to find it now enormously bigger than before.
Power Girl was still there, but now she held two leashes with
Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, both nude, attached to the other ends.
As I lay back down, the three of them descended on me, kissing me all
over, humping their pussies against my hands and legs, trying to get
my permission to fuck me.
Looking past them, all the women in my harem were converging
on me, burying me under an undulating mass of fictional female flesh.
I woke up, sweaty and erect… and with a sudden goal in mind.
It was the middle of the night, but that sort of thing didn’t
matter to Alpha. I grabbed my earpiece off its charger and put it in
my ear.
“Alpha?”
“Yes, Frank? Are you all right?”
“I’m fine. I just had a dream that woke me up. Alpha, when
you said you might be able to create an artificial person, could you
duplicate a fictional character?”
