"Good people need to be free, too!" the witch protested. She looked around the room for a second. "...Where'd Rayna go?"
"She said she'd meet you upstairs, in private. So I think that means her room, but I guess you could check yours."
"The former, and no, in...the opposite order," said the human. "She's been asking me if I wanted to pet her, and frankly the whole idea just weirds me out," she said, making a bit of a face. "If you keep her happy then I don't have to worry about it! Besides, she dragged along the whole party to spy on my date the other day, so if this is at least as embarrassing as that, I can call it revenge."
"Um, hi. Welcome to my room, I guess," she said, waving vaguely.
"It's pretty new," she said, turning herself around a bit and seeming to pay particular attention her present outfit for the first time. "I used to be happy in a t-shirt and shorts...okay honestly, that sounds pretty good too, at least around the house—but since turning into uh, this, every time I walk into a clothes store this kinda stuff is the first thing I gravitate to."
"Not that it doesn't look good on you," said the witch, which Rayna responded to with a nervous chuckle.
They were delicately soft and warm, not too unlike Zack's—although maybe a little better or just more recently groomed. "Heheh..how's it feel over there? I could tell you were sensitive there, but..."
"Y-yeah...j-just, it'd be nice if I got a warning label on that."
"You want me to stop?" she said, letting go of the ears.
"Nooo," the fox-girl whined helplessly.
"Mrrh~...that feels nice, too," she said, her eyes closing again. Once Mira started on her ears again, she was back to nuzzling the witch.
"Mnh, guess so..." Rather than pulling herself off, she leaned over onto Mira's shoulder.
"You want me to leave so you can sleep?"
"Warm...mrrh~..." Rayna yawned again. Mira had never realized just how irresistibly cute she was before now, and just kept at it until the fox-girl was clearly fast asleep. Since her arms were still around the witch, it wouldn't do to disturb her rest by pulling herself off, so the most natural course of action was to stay there with her.
"No..I j-just, had a strange dream, a-and wanted to check whether everything was alright," she said.
"A-are you okay?" she said, concerned.
"Sorry, I'm just rambling. Shouldn't talk on this little sleep," he shook his head.
"N-no, it's okay. I um..I have a c-confession to make."
"Hmm?" His head tilted slightly, which was not one of Zack's usual expresssions. Maybe a canine instinct usually repressed? Nora shoved the distracting thoughts aside, focusing on what she was supposed to be saying right now.
"And this stupid body just imposed itself on you for that. Probably still weird from the whole..demon, heat, thing that happened the night before..." He paused, remembering: "I dreamed I was hugging someone at the time, I think, so I guess...that was why."
"Yeah, I know. Just didn't know how I got there. So, thanks for clearing that up."
Zack gave her an annoyed look. "You heard me." He sighed, a light blush now visible on his cheeks. "Since my body apparently likes it so much, maybe it would help me relax."
"Please don't make it any weirder than it already is," he said. "...If that's even possible. Just...here." He leaned toward her a little bit.
"I-it's okay," she said. Both of them were blushing about equally as brightly, Nora in part due to the realization that he wasn't actually wearing a bra under that shirt. There had probably been opportunity to notice that before now, but her eyes hadn't been focused in quite that direction. And...that feeling, along with a few others, drove home the very feminine shape of Zack's body, which was now on top of hers.
"Okay," she nodded, reaching her arms up and around his waist first. Zack took the signal to carefully lower himself back over her, pushing his arms under her to return the hug, and then she gently ran her fingers over his ears a little more.
"U-um..I th-think I temporarily uh..something with your um..." Words failed to properly explain whatever Nora had just achieved and/or experienced.
"Please?" His ears were down and his tail wagging, body language that her borrowed instincts informed her echoed what he was saying aloud—as if that wasn't obvious.
"Thanks, I guess?" She looked down, seeming to notice them for the first time this dream. "I don't actually wear this every night, but I guess this is how I think of myself asleep unless I focus on wearing something else..." With a few twitches of will, she was able to blur her clothes into the form of a t-shirt and shorts, a knee-length skirt and a blouse, and then back to the pajamas again.
"Anyway, who's invited to tonight's dream party?" said Aria. "I asked Clera again, but I guess she really likes being alone with herself. Um...that sounded less weird in my head."
"I know what you meant, though. Let's see.." She began counting people on her fingers: "Zack is still a no, last I checked Nora still really wants to figure out her 'backstory dreams' so I'll leave her alone, and I think I forgot to ask Lynn or Rayna about it one way or another. Mira pretty much always wants to come, so I'll bring her in for sure, at least."
Katherine waved toward the static-wall, and it did its usual thing, not one but two scenes appearing with a clear line between them right in the middle. On the right was a big circular room somewhere in the middle of a tower, with spiral stairs along the outside, and Mira—well, she looked like she had as "Mika"—sitting on a stool; on the left was Rayna standing in a pasture of grass with a wooden target set up next to her. Lynn was over on the far left, readying a shot at the target, but she froze in place as soon as the split-scene appeared.
"So I won't have to be in shock twice this way..."
"C-can we not talk about this with other people around please?"
"Distinct. Accurate. Etcetera," said the catgirl, waving vaguely.
"Sure. Lynn and I have played pretty much everything, and nitpicked most of it to death," said Rayna.
"If you're talking console, I'm..pretty much a hundred percent PC master race," said Mira. "Though, I'd gladly be a guinea pig for the idea. You think Lynn would want in on this?"
"Maybe it's not?" said Rayna. "Surely she could just make a million of herself in dreams if she wanted to, but it's like a...psychological thing."