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Sherry LeBlanc enters her bedroom after a long and difficult day of dueling. For the Turbo Duelist, life is extreme. Children’s card games on motorcycles is certainly nothing to laugh at. Playing such challenging trials requires perfect balance of physical and mental faculties and an understanding of physics and advanced game theory. Truly, a more grueling competition has never been devised. Unfortunately, it is a challenge has to go through in order to get justice for her family.

Sadly, everyone must sleep, and Sherry’s sleep comes to her with fits of unease. She tosses and turns, thinking of card combinations and broken strategies. She runs through so many permutations of the same game over and over in her head so thoroughly that her daydreams become reality. When her bike crashes, she jumps up, only to find herself in her bed once more.

She sighs and runs a hand along her blond hair before laying back down, covering herself once more. Life is too cruel, sometimes.

With a screech, her bike crashes once more, this time sending her flying. Her body hits asphalt and she rolls over and over again, only the rough ground slowing her down. When she stops, she stares up at the sky, dazed and confused. Her arms and legs sprawl out on the road. Every bone in her body should be broken from such a crash, yet all she feels is sleepy.

That’s when the road around her caves in, like she dropped through a napkin placed on the surface of the water. The road breaks apart, making her fall through. Her clothes go along with the road as she falls deeper and deeper into the darkness below. With a shocked “Sacre Bleu!” she covers one hand over her chest and the other between her legs, bending her knees in to further cover herself. Soon, though, her descent ends, and she lands on a pillowy softness of a rainbow-hued cloud.

All around her, stars form strange constellations she has never seen before, of monsters not unlike those found in the game she played. She pushes herself up, now unafraid to stand with her body exposed. “I must be dreaming again,” she tells herself. “A lucid dream. I have no time to waste on such petty things. I need my beauty sleep! You hear me, subconscious!

Let me rest!”

Her voice echoes throughout the dream-space, but disappears without an answer.

“Oh, this is most unpleasant,” she says, rubbing her arm. “Would I ever create something so beautiful and so alien in my mind?” She asks herself, kneeling down to poke at some of the rainbow cloud. The matter disappears like suds from a soda, and underneath it, she spots a small pink creature. She gasps and falls back, the cloud puffing up around her and disappearing in the air.

“Mew?” The creature calls out, floating up into the air just above her face.

“Magnifique,” Sherry says. “You are such a beautiful creature, yet I have no idea what you are.”

The creature responds with another cry of “Mew” and flieght up to her, nuzzling against the duelist’s cheek.

Sherry wraps her arms arouns rid the ‘Mew’ and falls back into the clouds with it. “Well, since this is a dream, maybe I could spend some time being happy. I deserve that in my dreams, at least, don’t I, papa, mama?”

A tear rolls down her eye, but the mew presses its tongue against her cheek, licking up. She giggles a little as she brushes the rest of the tear away with her palm. “Oh please, that tickles,” she gasps.

But Mew does not stop. Instead, it pops out of her grasp and licks over her body. The small warm creature flies around her with such precision and speed that its tongue glides all over her face, her neck, her shoulders, her arms, and her sides. She arches her back and it slips behind her, licking over her spine as well.

Sherry sits up, shuddering. “M-my that is… quite the sensation,” she admits.

The mew flies up above her, floating around her in a circle, its face just in front of hers. Sherry watches it, a smile on her face for the first time in as long as she can remember. But the more she watches it float and play before her, the more she strains her neck to do so. Soon, the mew licks over her cheek again, down over her chest, and over her nipple.

“H-hey!” Sherry gasps, a blush forming on her face. “Careful where you touch. It’s ahn..” She bites her finger, one eye closed as the mew slides its tongue up along her breast, and to her collar. Her open eye catches something--The cloud appears to be rising around her. It’s surrounding her! “I… I should get going,” she insists, and stands up, only to see that Mew now stands eye level with her. “Ah!? Wh-what’s happening!?” she gasps, but bites her lip when the mew licks at her neck and her cheek, her whole body seeming to melt in the feeling of the warm tongue on her. She’s so engrossed, she falls back onto the cloud, feeling the fluff wrap around her as the tongue licks over her chest, then over her waist, then soon over her whole body.

When Sherry opens her eyes once more, the Mew’s blue orbs are larger than her! She gasps and grips onto the rainbow cloud, only to see the cavern of the creature’s mouth appear before her, its tongue out and over its lips as it scoops up both her and part of the fluffy cloud.

Soon, she falls into the darkness of the Mew, tumbling into the wet saliva pool of its mouth. The tongue rests on top of her, the cloud bits landing beside her. She clings onto one to keep herself from sinking too deep into the pool, but the Mew doesn’t remain inactive. It swishes the poor girl around, sending her bouncing from cheek to cheek and landing on the tongue. On the bumpy texture of the Mew’s muscle, Sherry desperately clings to the cotton cloud piece, but the thing dissolves, spreading out under her like a sticky pool. The scent is sweet, almost as if it was made of candy.

The Mew’s tongue calms down for a bit and Sherry sits up, resting her rear on the tongue. “H-hello!?” She calls out. “Can you hear me? What are you going to do with me? I… I kinda want to wake up now, if that’s alright with you.”

The strange creature’s mouth rumbles all around Sherry and the tongue wiggles, making her fall on her stomach on top of it. It lifts her up, pressing her against the roof of its mouth. The tongue then lashes over her, licking up and down her body. Rough taste buds provide extra texture over her smooth, uncovered skin, which causes Sherry to lower her guard. The feeling of that wet tongue over her isn’t all that bad. Despite the lack of control, she feels no ill will coming from the creature. When the tip presses between her legs, she can’t help herself but to let out a coo.

With her hands dangling down-wards and the tip of the tongue pressed against her chest, Sherry finally finds herself getting comfortable in this strange situation. But the mew pulls its tongue down, pushing the middle down like a little bowl she falls into. The speed of her descent sends her up over the hump in the back of the tongue and down into deeper, warmer depths.

Outside, the mew tilts its head back and flicks its tail back and forth. With a quick gulp, a little lump in its throat moves down into its body, taking Sherry into a final trip into her dream. The creature shudders at the feeling of the little person inside it, wriggling around, but soon curling up inside it and enjoying her trip down, down, down, until she plunks into its stomach. The mew lets out a satisfied hiccup and curls u in the fluffy cloud once more, closing its eyes and falling asleep itself.

The morning sun peeks in through Sherry’s room, and she wakes up, finding herself drenched in sweat. The duelist throws her covers off and sits up, looking over herself. When did she get undressed? Her pajamas are strewn along the floor all on their own. She shudders and slips out, her nipples perking in the morning chill. “That… that was a strange dream, indeed!’ She says, to no one in particular. “But I am glad to be back in the real world. Now… where did I put my children’s trading card game deck?”