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He stumbles, nearly falls, hands hitting the surface and pushing him back up. The feeling of what he’s running on is unpleasant, to say the least, disgustingly warm and almost pulsating. He can feel it all too well, though, a feeling he’s felt before that always makes him nauseous. But he doesn’t have time for nausea this time.

A horrific, warbling screech breaks out behind him. He throws a look over his shoulder, heart slamming in his chest even harder as he sees the bizarre creatures behind him. They’re bipedal, hairless, with misshapen clawed limbs and a worm-like head ending in a circular mouth with what seems like endless teeth inside. No eyes or any other features, not that he can imagine they would make them any less creepy. They aren’t rushing after him, but he’s sure that they’re in pursuit.

He falls onto the surface, then picks himself back up and keeps running. He wants to get somewhere off of this ghastly floor…looks like a mass of sickly, mottled flesh. In fact, that’s what most of what’s around him looks like…he’s running through what looks like a town, except every building is some sort of flesh-like structure, stitched together in disturbingly haphazard fashion, flaps visible and exposing angry red meat within. All he wants is to be away from all of this…he can see bare rock in the distance, something he’s frantically trying to get to, even though it seems so much more desolate and distressing…there’s no safety or comfort to be found here, only terror.

Another screech behind him, too close for comfort, startling him. Those creatures are even closer than they were before, and they don’t even look like they’re making that much effort to run him down. He pushes his legs as hard as he can, trying to put even a little distance between them…and then he runs into something, a mass of hairy something that he didn’t even notice as he was panicking about the worm-headed creatures. It looks like an elephant leg if it was covered with human skin, and it’s attached to an equally gargantuan creature, a gigantic misshapen lump of thing that seems to only have a mound for a head that has absolutely no features whatsoever. It snatches him up, and he can see festering sores and vile openings all over the frontside of it…one of those opens up, revealing a gigantic array of human-like teeth in what looks like an endless cavernous maw. He screams as he’s brought closer, certain he’s about to be consumed, that lumpy hand around him so tight he can’t breathe…

Suddenly Kevin was awake, gasping and shaking, in a cold sweat, and in a lot of contact with cool and clammy skin. It took him a while to come back to reality, and realize what was going on. Wrapped tightly around him from behind was Zanzi, his Golduck partner, holding him firmly while sending calming psychic waves into his mind. And it was working - slowly the panic was subsiding, and his heartbeat and breathing were slowing back down to a more normal level. Even the shadows of the dream were being excised from his brain, the terrifying images leached from his memories until he could no longer recall anything about the nightmare that had held him in its grip.

“You okay now, Kevin?” The Golduck’s soothing voice graced his ears, and his eyes teared up a bit. Zanzi loosened his hold on the human so he could get his arms out of the grab and rub at his eyes a bit, wiping away the tears and sniffling a bit.

“Yeah…th-thanks, Zanzi. I think…I think I’ll be okay.”

“Okay, good.” The Golduck let go fully this time, sitting back upright along with Kevin and looking at him with concern. “It was pretty bad, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah. Thanks for wiping it, I…I feel like I really didn’t want to remember this one.”

“Hey, that’s what I’m here for.” Zanzi put a hand on Kevin’s shoulder. “I’m just sorry I can’t keep them from coming in the first place. But I’m still working on it, I promise.”

Kevin rather wished that was possible himself - it would have been a nice change from the distress he had to deal with far more often than he would have liked. Ever since he was about 9, he’d been plagued with intense nightmares and night terrors, exceptionally disturbing and horribly frequent, often assailing him three or four times a week. They were always horrible, usually chaotic, bloody, gory, and had monsters of all different types, only some of which were inspired by actual creatures. Obviously, they made him miserable, made him afraid to sleep, and gave him a lot of issues with anxiety and paranoia…it wasn’t any way to live, but he had to nonetheless, and had for a decade now.

No one really knew why they happened, either. Psychic scans couldn’t figure anything out that would account for the frequently and magnitude of the events, and even the use of Dream Eater didn’t reveal anything notable other than the fact that those who ate them tended to feel pretty wretched afterwards. Some people bandied about a curse by Darkrai, but there was no evidence of it. Focus turned towards trying to get rid of them, but that was a challenge due to the lack of knowledge of the cause and their incredible persistence. Hypnosis didn’t seem to have any effect. Sleep aids that were alleged to make dreaming less memorable instead seemed to make the process worse. Attempts to have a psychic use neural control while Kevin slept always ended up waking him up and preventing him from sleeping. Dream Eater would end the nightmares in the midst of them, but few Pokémon could tolerate them for long - even Munna and Musharna would start to fall ill after a few days. All of this not exactly helping with the issue of what caused them, as Kevin’s issues were worse than just about anyone else’s that had ever been studied.

Honestly, Kevin wasn’t sure he would have survived to this point if they had kept up as they had. With as much of an impact as they had on him, he was pretty sure his mind would have given out and pushed him to do things that wouldn’t have given him a long life, if not made him kill himself directly. Thankfully, he found two sources of help. The first were Dream Drops, a special product created from Munna and Musharna Dream Mist that helped to promote good dreams, based on the dreams that they were absorbing. These didn’t completely get rid of the nightmares, but they did reduce their frequency from around seven every two weeks to around two. He’d started taking them when he was thirteen, and it had made a huge difference in the six years since. Knowing that the likelihood of a nightmare was lower than even odds had helped him sleep better and not be so terrified of what was coming…the anxiety wasn’t totally gone but it was lower.

And the second, more recent help was Zanzi. The Golduck had come in one day last year, looking for him, having heard about his tribulations - rather a surprise to Kevin, as Pokémon didn’t tend to seek humans out for any particular purpose, much less his very specific one. Zanzi had a fascination with dreams and wanted to see if he could get to the source of Kevin’s nightmares, and had proposed that the two stick together so he could study Kevin, link to his mind, and see if there was anything that he could find that no one else had. And he brought an additional benefit - he’d gotten good at something he called ‘dream dissolution,’ which wasn’t so much actively interfering in a dream as it was wiping them away from the mind after it awoke, before the imagined events could fully ingrain themselves into consciousness. The first time he did that after waking Kevin up from a nightmare, it had been nothing short of miraculous - the horrible images banished from him rather than lingering to torment him in his waking hours, allowing the unpleasant feelings they brought to be cast away so much faster. It had taken nothing to get Kevin to agree to Zanzi’s proposal, and the two had been together for almost a year now. Being with a Pokémon had given Kevin a chance to do something he never thought he could do: go off on his own and travel around a bit, experiencing the world beyond his home town.

There were challenges, still. Zanzi wanted to study the nightmares, but he wasn’t sure how the Dream Drops would affect them. Although reluctantly, he asked Kevin to go off the Dream Drops from time to time, so that he could try to pick things up from the nightmares organically. Not something Kevin was very keen to do, but Zanzi was good about keeping the dreams from boring into his head too much, so they at least didn’t have as much impact as they did before. He never made this happen for longer than about a week at a time, either, so Kevin could prepare for it and it wouldn’t affect him too extensively. Still rough, but Kevin felt that if they helped Zanzi figure out the cause of them, maybe it would lead to a permanent cure, so it was worth the strain.

“Do you feel like you’re up to talking about it?” Zanzi’s voice was gentle, not forceful, he knew Kevin was delicate when it came to these matters, but sometimes words were important to picking up info that could possibly help.

“Maybe a little…I don’t remember it now, so I’m not sure how much it’ll help.”

“I have a few shadows of it in my mind. It was a lot more of that unusual visceral architecture…more flesh-based buildings and structures, and deformed beings with limited head or facial details.” Kevin winced a bit; while he didn’t remember this specific nightmare, there were enough memories from earlier nightmares of those things. It was an unfortunately common theme, though it was less extremely unpleasant imagining them now than experiencing them in the nightmares. “I feel as though it links up to another location you’ve encountered in those nightmares. It’s an…unusually coherent world, in there.”

“It is? I…never really notice, I’m too busy freaking out.”

“I don’t blame you for that. You know…that’s something I’ve noticed more and more over time. Most of your nightmares seem to be taking place in one of about four different ‘realms.’ The Flesh Realm ones seem to disturb you the most, but there’s also the Broken City with all the rusted-out, overly intricate buildings with the dark and shadowy monsters, the Hazy Wasteland with the deformed Pokémon, and the Ooze World with all those goopy creatures and all the bizarre buildings and texts and stuff. I thought at first they were just themes, but I’ve been taking those pieces and putting them together, and…there’s a number of locations and aspects that are eerily similar to each other. You’ve had a couple that don’t fit these, but you may just not have had enough of them for me to find a pattern yet.”

Kevin looked blankly at Zanzi. “I…don’t really understand. Yeah, I mean, I know the nightmares have a lot of overlapping stuff…but…what does that matter?”

“It’s not just overlapping, it’s actual consistent worlds. And…I’ve noticed a few of your non-nightmares seem the same way. Like, they take place in particular worlds that have continuity and coherence. This isn’t something that’s typical for nightmares or dreams, you might get some occasional recurrence but not on this level.”

“I’m not…sure what that means still.”

“I’m not entirely, either, but…” Zanzi paused for a moment, looking deep in thought. “I’ve got a kind of strange hypothesis. You remember a while back when they were talking about those Ultra Beast things and Ultra Space? How there’s a bunch of worlds connected to ours that are similar yet different? I’m wondering if your dreams aren’t…somehow projecting into those worlds. Like your dream self goes to them and sees what’s happening, maybe even influences what’s happening. Some kind of projection, maybe…not an astral projection, I’d be able to sense that and I don’t, but there’s other types.”

It sounded quite strange to Kevin, whose dubiousness must have been obvious to Zanzi, as the Golduck gave a mildly embarrassed snicker. “Well, I mean, it’s just a thought…I’m not even sure how I could test it. But it’s something, right? At least it gives us some direction to go off of. If you’re somehow dream-traveling to other worlds, it would explain why so many of them seem to be so consistent with each other. And it might explain why they’ve been so persistent, you’re not just regular dreaming so the stuff that affects regular dreaming doesn’t really do the trick.”

“I…maybe? I don’t really know, this is…kinda over my head, I think.” Kevin shook his head, struggling to wrap his brain around the idea. But, well, Zanzi was right about the nature of them, maybe it was possible somehow? He couldn’t even begin to imagine how, though, he’d never heard of anything like that. But, on the other hand, his own experiences were unlike any anyone else had ever heard of…it was too confusing. “But, if you think it’s possible…well, I mean, you’re right, I guess we should try to figure out if that’s what’s happening. But then why would the Dream Drops work?”

“Well, I think the Dream Drops actually interfere with the projections because they…well, make you dream like normal people do. Or at least make it more likely. I don’t get nearly so many coherent dreams from the good ones when you’re taking those. Though there are a couple that have, ahem, particular themes…”

“What do you…o-oh…” Kevin didn’t need much help understanding when he saw the flush in the Golduck’s face, which triggered his own. THOSE dreams…definitely NOT nightmares, to be sure. “I, uh…I, uh…”

“I’m not angry, don’t worry,” Zanzi said quickly, sensing Kevin’s agitation. “I’m flattered, really, it’s nice to feel desired, even if in a dream state. I just wasn’t, you know, EXPECTING it.”

“Y-yeah, that…I mean, it wasn’t…you know, something I was, uh, expecting, either.” Oh, he definitely remembered them, the dreams where Zanzi laid with him were probably some of the best ones he’d ever had. Not just because of the ‘wet’ element, though there was something to that, these being the first wet dreams he’d ever had, but just the way Zanzi made him feel, his physical presence so comforting and calming…and it had started to spill over to his waking states, the allure definitely there and definitely getting his attention, even if he hadn’t intended to act on it. His eyes would catch on the Golduck’s frame, admiring the strength hiding underneath that slick hide - Zanzi didn’t look like a Fighting-type, for sure, but he bore an athletic physique that was rare to find among Psychic-types, no doubt from the watery nature and all the swimming he did, whenever they were near water it was hard to get him out of it. He wasn’t huge, he was about the same height as Kevin was, but he just looked bigger because of that, and somehow that was comforting to Kevin, he liked the idea of being protected by Zanzi and having that bigger body guard his…almost as much as having that bigger body holding him in place while thrusting into him, making him mewl pleadingly…

“…You’re thinking about things like that right now, aren’t you?” Kevin jumped a bit, reddening furiously. Zanzi had promised he wouldn’t read Kevin’s mind without permission, but had warned him that thoughts could leak out or be projected, and he couldn’t not pick up on those - it was much like if he was speaking in a quiet diner, overhearing was inevitable if he was too ‘loud.’ No doubt that had been pretty clear to Zanzi, and now Kevin felt a good deal of embarrassment and shame.

But Zanzi pulled him close, putting an arm around him. “Hey, hey, don’t feel bad about that. I mean…it’s not anything bad, you know. Not like we Pokémon don’t enjoy that stuff.”

“I know, but still, it…it feels rude, especially knowing that you can, uh, you…you’re kinda in there and can pick up on that, and it’s…it’s gotta be like it’s pushing it on you and stuff…”

“No, it’s not, uh…” Zanzi rubbed his head. “It’s…a bit more complicated than that. Okay, well, I guess it’s time for ME to come clean.” Kevin looked up at Zanzi, who had suddenly gotten a bit more nervous himself. “You know I, uh, connected to your head a bit to try to pick up on the dreams and grab a hold of a bit of those elements…”

“I can’t believe you actually wanted to do that even knowing what horrible things were in there.”

“Honestly, they don’t really bother me. I’m not, uh, eating them like typical Pokémon who intrude on dreams, it’s like looking at horror movies or something, unnerving but you know they’re not real so it’s not that bad. But one of the risks of that kind of connection is that there’s sometimes some dream projection…though, that really hasn’t been common with you, at least not with the dreams that have those recurring themes and those consistent realms, I can’t ever actually ‘get in’ to those. But when you dream normally, it can sometimes happen…”

“Yeah, I…I think I’ve noticed you appearing here and there. I thought that was just my own head, though.”

“It could be sometimes. I don’t always connect in like that, nor do I really try to, it’s just a side effect of the whole thing. But…well, it’s…it’s like this. This one night, I was…well, I was kind of in a mood, you know, there was a scent in the air and I’m pretty sure it was from Grass-types that had been getting frisky. And you know my body’s sensitive to Grass-type stuff, so…yeah, I was a bit on the hot side, and I was trying to ignore it as I was bedding down. But my dreams were pretty, uh, spicy…and…well…there was a moment where you appeared, and…I maybe kinda sorta dream-fucked you.”

Kevin’s eyes widened. “W-wait…that, that first dream…that…that was…”

Zanzi nodded, flushed as deeply as Kevin had ever seen him. “That was me, full stop. I was in your head, you were in mine, and we were…ahem, going at it like nobody’s business. Psychic wet dreams are super intense, when we’re randy our minds put us in so deep you’d think it was actually happening…I was lucid enough to realize it was a dream, but not enough to force myself to stop. Man, I was frantically hosing down everything before you woke up, trying to make sure you didn’t see the evidence of it…and I’m sorry to say I took advantage of your awkwardness a bit, I was hoping you’d be averse to bringing it up so I wouldn’t have to try to dance around it. Maybe that wasn’t the right thing to do, but I guess in my defense, I thought it was just…you know, that stuff in the air had just messed with me and you’d just popped in somehow just because of the connection. I was expecting that it wouldn’t happen again.”

“Oh…w-wait, does that mean the other times…”

“Yeeeeah…let’s just say I was wrong on that expectation.” The redness was returning to Kevin’s face, though at least he couldn’t say he was alone in that. What he’d thought was his own, somewhat shameful dream event it turned out wasn’t at all - Zanzi had been part of at least two of them, maybe all of them he’d had. It had reached about a half-dozen to this point…had Zanzi been part of all of them? And it was starting to dawn on them that these weren’t just ordinary wet dreams, either…for all intents and purposes, the Golduck had pulled him into an alternate-reality state and given him a hell of a ride each time. “So, uh, yeah…if you’re gonna be upset at someone, be upset at me for not being forthcoming. I was kind of embarrassed about it, but I should have accepted that it wasn’t stopping and that I had to talk to you about it. I swear it wasn’t something I was trying to push on you, but even if I wasn’t trying...I mean, yeah, that’s not really meant to be an excuse.”

There was a minute of awkward silence between the two of them, neither one entirely certain what to say at that point. The awareness of a mutual attraction between them was slowly sinking in, and the closeness of their nude bodies to each other was taking on a different tenor. They’d been close to each other for a good while now, but nothing had prepared either of them for this…but it wasn’t that that turned Kevin’s thoughts, nor the revelations that his desires were reciprocated. No, it was the dreams…the wonderful, desirable dreams that Zanzi had given him, pushing away the opportunity for a nightmare to take hold, protecting him from that awfulness while bestowing on him something that was almost the opposite, the purest bliss he’d ever had while dreaming. He wanted more of that bliss, awake and asleep…and he wanted Zanzi not to feel like he should have any reason to stop.

It was that that spurred him to finally speak up. “Zanzi? Would you…would you do that with me now?”

Zanzi did a double take as his head jerked towards Kevin. “Really? I mean, I mean, y-yeah. of course, I’d love to, just…I, uh, I wasn’t expecting THAT response. Are you, uh, sure?”

Kevin nodded. “Yes, I’m, I’m sure. I…you always felt…great when you did that stuff with me in my dreams. When you, uhm…when you fucked me…I don’t think any dream’s ever felt as good as that. And…I’ve always been scared that one of my nightmares would eventually come true, but…maybe if a good one does, that means a bad one won’t.”

“Well, uh, I certainly can’t promise that, but your nightmares don’t seem like the kind that even could come true…but, you know, I sure wouldn’t say no to a little extra help if that helped you sleep better. And…well, I mean, you know I definitely, uh, want you…and if you want me…well, I guess there’s no reason not to, right?”

“Yeah…” Kevin flushed a bit more, but his heartbeat was picking up a bit. Technically, he was still a virgin…but after what had happened in his dreams, he didn’t entirely feel like it, and he was kind of looking forward to what it felt like when he was awake, if it was any different or any better.

“Heh, you’re pretty eager, aren’t you?” Zanzi said it somewhat teasingly, but he didn’t seem any less eager himself as he turned onto his knees, taking hold of Kevin and gently laying him onto his back. Kevin moaned a bit as he felt the raw power in the Pokémon’s body - even if he didn’t look like a powerhouse, he was still a Pokémon and they just had that strength to them, even the ones that didn’t look it. A clawed finger brushed under the human’s chin as Zanzi looked down at him with a warm smile. “I know we’ve gotten a little wild in our dreams, but I’m gonna go a bit more gentle for the honest thing. At least for your first time.”

“Ah…okay.” Kevin ceded to Zanzi’s judgment - the Golduck knew what he was doing, more than Kevin himself did. His hands ran along the duck’s sides, rubbing against him as Zanzi humped against him gently, working both of them up. Soon Kevin started to feel something wetter and cooler and slicker sliding against him, nudging and rubbing against his own hardening cock and balls; the shape of it was oddly twisty, providing an odd feeling as it rotted against him, and as he glanced down the orange-red color stood in stark contrast to the rest of Zanzi. And then there was the size…it had to be twice his own length and considerably thicker. All of which he vaguely remembered from the dreams, but those were always more chaotic, harder to really get into the moment of it…nothing like this, he was fully awake, well aware of his lust and the physical presence of Zanzi, and wanting to know what it really felt like. “Ohh…Zanzi, you’re…so huge…”

“Heh, I’m really not…well, not compared to my peers, anyway. But thanks.” Zanzi gave Kevin a light, affectionate beak rub as his cock shifted down from rubbing against the human’s junk to prodding at that ready and willing ass. “Just relax, and it’ll all be fine…us Water-types, we can slip in and out like nothing, trust me.”

Kevin nodded, trying to release the tension from his body as best he could. It wasn’t easy, he was just too eager, but he did his best to loosen up at that poking, and soon enough he felt Zanzi start to push…and it was a much faster push than Kevin had expected, making him gasp as that thick, cool, spiraling shaft pushed its way in, sliding with little resistance through his tight body. His voice twisted to a tense, then lightening groan as that stretch intensified deeper and deeper inside, the coolness dulling any unpleasant feelings quite nicely, until he felt Zanzi’s body press up against his. The Golduck’s arms slipped under Kevin, his body partly laying on him as he let let the human adjust. “Mm, you feel so good…wasn’t expecting it to go quite that quick, you did a really good job relaxing.”

“Ahn…Z-zanzi…it feels amazing…” It was even better than Kevin had anticipated, he’d enjoyed the dream action but it was rapidly clear that this felt very different, much more real, much more vivid. The visceral feeling of stretch was so much more than in the dream fucks, the coolness of Zanzi’s shaft giving a very slight chill that was rather relaxing and soothing. He wrapped his own arms around the Golduck, the two holding each other close as Zanzi began to rock back and forth a bit, taking it at a measured pace, not even close to the wild frenzy of the dream states but it didn’t have to be, this was more than enough for Kevin.

It wasn’t long before things started to get quite wet - an inevitability when you were doing things with a Water-type Pokémon. The cool liquid pouring into Kevin was thin, slick, making it even easier for Zanzi’s twisty tool to pump in and out of him. Each thrust and pullback stuck out quite starkly as Zanzi’s unique shape made his asshole twinge from the uneven stimulation, and his pleasure button got stroked over multiple times with each movement, feeling almost like a buzz inside him that made Kevin moan loud and breathlessly. He pushed into Zanzi when he did, arching his back and craning his head back, letting Zanzi nuzzle against his neck. While the Golduck’s beak wasn’t really made to do that much, Zanzi had an effective substitute, using his psychic powers to ’nudge’ in such a way that it felt like he was giving little licks or nips to the human’s neck, soft and careful to make sure they only enhanced the experience.

Those powers got a bit more of a workout as Zanzi started to feel Kevin squirm underneath him. “Ah…Zanzi…I’m…ah, s-so close…”

“Mm, that’s way too soon, I wanna make sure this lasts a bit.” Kevin gasped as he felt a sudden buzz in his cock and balls…that felt GOOD, but it also felt tight, and that on-the-edge sensation wasn’t progressing to over-the-edge. He kept squirming a bit, his body wanting to release but unable to reach it…but Kevin didn’t want it to be over so soon, he wanted more, and he didn’t protest a bit, only moaned louder and higher as he tried to get Zanzi to work him harder.

The Golduck soon took the hint, stepping up the pace just a touch - still far from as fast as he could have gone, but working Kevin at a clip that was a little less laid-back and more active. With Kevin assured of being in the game as long as Zanzi wanted, he could work up the human as much as he pleased…something he took full advantage of, as those powers of his started to buzz sensitive spots all over the human’s body, inside and out, complimenting all the physical sensations Kevin was receiving. It was making Kevin even squirmier, but the bliss singing out from his brain was the sweetest sensation Zanzi could have imagined, not to mention the thing that got him more aroused than anything. Sight, sound, scent, touch, all of them were fantastically stimulating, but the raw pleasure experience was what turned Zanzi’s crank more than anything.

He leaned more into Kevin as he started to pound harder and faster, his leaking dick making for a sloppy mess inside the human as his dick slurped in and out. The smacks of their bodies together were quite wet now, sending droplets of precum all over the place, but they barely noticed that in the haze of their mutual delight. The added pace was getting Zanzi to that point of no return himself, that familiar feeling of tightness that told him what was coming. “Ngh, Kevin…I’m…going to finish…i-inside, unless you want…”

“Please, Zanzi…” Kevin’s words didn’t get more elaborate than that, but Zanzi picked up the meaning without any issue - Kevin wanted to feel it. And with that, Zanzi did what he knew would bring him over - he released the hold on Kevin’s climax. The human cried out as his pleasure, teetering on the edge for so long, was suddenly yanked over, and he started spasming hard as he came, shooting his load into himself and Zanzi, clinging tight to the Golduck as that rapture coursed through him. That tightening down, and the rush the human was getting in his mind, were all that Zanzi needed to get there himself, and he gave off his own cry as he thumped in and began deluging Kevin’s insides with his voluminous essence.

Kevin couldn’t believe what a rush it felt like - like someone had turned on a hose and was showering his innards with all the cool, refreshing fluids that it could possibly handle. It rapidly filled him up, and then started leaking out profusely as he felt the pressure build, especially with how tight Zanzi was holding onto him. This, too, was so different from the dream, everything about the feelings was completely novel, his dream self not registering the amount or the sensation quite the same way…particularly not the amount, which had filled him to the brim. It made his own load seem like nothing, though the mess being spread between their bodies certainly was trying to suggest otherwise. All he did, though, was clench down and try to keep as much in him as he could. A losing effort in total, as plenty was squirting out from him, but even that felt better as he kept himself tight.

Eventually, Zanzi’s load tapered off, well after Kevin’s had; the human had already slumped into a relaxed state under the Golduck, and Zanzi soon joined him, fading into relaxation and half-dropping onto Kevin. He gathered himself a moment later and rolled them over, keeping the human close to him while not subjecting him to his weight. “Mmm…that felt amazing…in every way.”

“Yeah…yeah, it, it did…” Kevin cuddled into that pleasantly cool body, sighing contentedly. “I’m really glad we did that. Maybe…we can do it more often now that we both know how we feel?”

Zanzi nodded, smiling gently. “Of course. Give you some extra good feelings to help fight off those nightmares…and maybe some good dreams to interfere with them, if you’re all right with that.”

“I like the sound of that.” It was perhaps a bit of an understatement…for once, perhaps there was something for Kevin to look forward to when he went to sleep. And he would take that any day.