While Leanne tended to Anna's needs in the privacy of her bedroom, Hank and Rio had the egg rousong she made for dinner. Hank ate his with gusto, while Rio only picked at hers, despite the dish being her favorite. He convinced her to go to bed early, in the hopes of keeping her from grumbling about Anna sleeping over for another night.

While Hank lay in bed naked and facing Rio, she wore a pair of lacy black panties under an oversized t-shirt that had once belonged to Leanne. She brushed away his animal mane and placed her face close to his, to be better able to admire his flawless skin. As she reminisced about the orgasms he delivered to her so easily earlier in the day, he fell fast asleep.

And dreamed.

The arena was empty. Cold and gray and dark. Cushioned seats spiraled in circles, thousands upon thousands, row after row after row. Some were folded up while others laid out flat, waiting to be filled.

No one is coming!

Minimal emergency lighting kept pitch black at bay.

The arena was not entirely empty.

Who's there?

Giggles. Laughter. Footsteps. Two boys flitted between the rows, high up near the rafters. When they passed a light, they'd appear. When they entered darkness, they'd be gone.

But always, always laughing.

Hank flitted as well, but not between the rows. He flew over the seats and under them, around them and between them; a strikingly random path.

Where are you going?

He was unsure if he was asking the questions or if they were being asked of him. All he knew for certain was they made no sound.

So of course, no one answered.

Only giggles and laughter. Two boys and their shenanigans—one younger and one older—running and racing and playing.

The silent questions resumed.

Where is your mother? Where's your dad?

Hank now knew it was his voice asking the questions that made no sound. He flitted through the words, hung breathless in the air.

It was difficult. Disorientating. The words and seats and breathless air seemed always in the way. He soldiered on, determined to fly a path leading towards the boys.

But oh! They ran so fast! Into the light! Then dark! The light again. The dark. Always laughing, always running. If the boys couldn't hear him, Hank would make them see him.

The younger boy was scared, for he noticed first.

"What's that?" the older one asked his brother, more intrigued than concerned. He chased after Hank, who in turn, flitted away.

"Let's get him!"

Since his brother showed no fear, the young boy also chased. Up and over. Under. Around. There seemed no way for Hank to fly straight for more than a second or two. But one truth held firm, with Hank and the boys from the rafters.

They were heading down.

Down to the lower levels.

Down to the arena floor.

Into the concourse. Into the light. Into the loving arms of a worried mother.

"Oh my God! Where were you?"

"We were chasing!" the young one said.

The mother turned her sons to shepherd them away, her arms wrapped around them tight.

Hank...

"I'm so glad I found you!"

Wake up.

He now flitted happily, keeping a safe distance while watching the family leave.

Snap out of it. Wake up.

Hank blinked once. Then twice. The lights and the seats and the arena faded from his view. He was sitting cross-legged, naked and shaman style, in the center of Rio's bed.

"What was that?" he asked in a loud voice, hoping Rio could hear his words.

"You were dreaming," she said. "Making tons of noise."

"No I wasn't. I was there."

Rio smiled sweetly. Although she loved Leanne, seeing Hank naked was a joy. Having him in her bed, sleepy and befuddled, made it even better. She sat cross-legged as well, facing him on the bed.

"Hmm." she said as she pondered, putting her hand to her chin. "Were you with someone?"

"I was with two boys. Three people when I found their mother."

"You found them? Were they lost?"

"They were in an empty arena, playing and running around."

"And then their mother found them?"

"I made them find their mother. They followed me as I led them."

Rio pondered some more. "So you saved the boys?" she asked.

"I guess. It seemed so real."

Rio could not resist making physical contact with Hank. She scooted up to him, laying her hands on his, as his remained on his knees.

"Goshujin, I think you were Dreamwatching. A person who lives in a Reality you made needed someone's help." Rio slapped her hands on his to make him look at her. "Probably the mother. You answered her prayer."

Hank sat in silence for a while, then quietly got under the sheets and lay down in bed. Rio snuggled up to him, happy and safe in his arms.

"Tell me what it was like," she said into his chest.

He stroked her wavy hair. "I couldn't talk to them. It was like I flew. Floating in the air."

"Aika says it feels like she flies when she Dreamwatches."

"The butterfly in your dream," Hank said, recalling Aika's words. "But she says people don't notice her."

"And these people noticed you?"

"I made them notice me. I flew into their face."

Rio snuggled deeper. "You must be a big bug."

"Oh,' he said in realization, squeezing her pantied butt. "Aika calls me Hank-himushi."

"Hank the fire bug?"

"She's says I'm a moth. Like, a real great big one."

"Sweet Love," Rio said as she dozed, stroking Hank to make him harden. "Be my fire bug."

In the pre-dawn of morning, Hank was awakened again. Instead of it being by Rio this time, who still snuggled warm in his arms, it was another person pressed up hot to his butt. After blinking to focus his eyes, he saw Leanee's bright face, her chin resting on Rio's ear.

"Hello, Handsome," she said in a whisper, as Rio still lay asleep. "We came to visit you."

From behind, Anna ground against Hank, still under the effects of the cream she had smooshed into her pussy. She bopped her loins against his backside to make him move towards the center of the bed.

"Ugh," Leanne said in fun dismay. "You're boofing me out of bed!"

Rio rolled over, still sleeping and being smashed between Hank and Leanne. She positioned his rod between her thighs, and her face between Leanne's boobs.

"Masutā," she purred to Hank as she wriggled her butt. "Nushi," she burbled into her girlfriend's tits.

Leanne raised her head high enough to see Anna as she rhythmically bopped against Hank. "I think we have a happy camper!" Leanne said to her of Rio.

Anna responded by moaning, and began grinding again. Hank reached around behind himself, feeling her up and down. "Are you guys naked?" he asked as he groped her body.

"We're wearing our panties, Hot Stuff," Leanne chided. "And you're not gonna get in them. This isn't a fuck fest for you."

"Speak for yourself," Anna said, grinding harder. She got a hold of Hank's hand and placed it firm on her butt.

"Boner Girl's also wearing a dayliner," Leanne said as she filled her hands with Rio's ass. "She's already soaked through two sets of my jammies."

Having experienced similar effects, Hank could understand why. "That's some really good stuff," he said of Rio's cream.

"Oh God, yes!" Leanne agreed. She manhandled Rio to get her out of her shirt, then wrapped both her and Hank in her strong arms. "You're pushing me off the bed!" she squealed, bopping her hips against Rio to make the others give room.

"Eep!" Anna peeped with surprise, as she began falling from her side of the bed.

Hank flipped over and saved her, wrapping her in his long arms. With his meat now pressed hard to her panties, Anna gasped due to ecstasy.

Leanne stood and picked up sleepy Rio, who clung to her like a baby. "There's not enough room for the four of us. I'm taking my wan chan with me."

She walked around to Anna's side of the bed and lovingly prodded her butt with a knee, pressing her crotch against Hank's erection.

"Eep!" Anna peeped again.

"Behave yourselves," Leanne scolded in jest. "I don't want to hear any screaming."