Fitfully, and then pleasurably.

At first, perhaps understandably, Pascal could hardly fall asleep at all that night. It was one thing when it took him by surprise. (One equally terrifying and wonderful thing!) It was quite another expecting it, wanting desperately for it to happen, but being so excited that his body didn't even feel tired. He tossed and he turned, tried to find the most comfortable position possible, but no manual effort on his part made sleep arrive any faster.

Naturally, his diseased thoughts started to wonder if he was doing it wrong somehow. Maybe you needed to have a certain quality and depth of sleep in order to enter the Scarlet Consort's mindscape. Was it her mindscape? Was it all taking place in his head? Some ethereal dimension inbetween that was both a real place and entirely made up? Maybe it only worked when you least expected it, as a safeguard to keep its nature secret. Imagine if the government found this book. Would they abuse it? Could the Scarlet Consort manipulate itself somehow to get out of an unfavorable situation? Had she found him by choice, or by accident? How long could he make the dream last; what was the maximum? If...

Somewhere in the middle of all that internal rambling, Pascal finally drifted off.

He hadn't noticed the transition, of falling asleep and his awareness descending into darkness. All he could tell was that the next thing he knew, he was 'waking up' in a warm embrace, covered in 'cushions.' He was outside, feeling the breeze across his face, at least on the parts there weren't a devilishly hot pair of lips pressed against his.

Pascal's eyes widened and he let out a muffled cry into the mouth of the imp, Mayor Scarlet, who pulled back and gave him a playful wink. "He's back with us!" she announced, and cheering erupted from all around him. Pascal realized there was a crowd gathered around him where he lay, a mix of fantasy and sci-fi humanoids, all mega-busty and all overcome with joy to see him 'conscious' in their world again. Then Scarlet waved them back. "Now give him some space! Let him breathe!"

"What... 'happened'?" Pascal asked groggily. The last thing he remembered was that black dragoness muscling in and trying to tempt him with power, and a goddess asking his permission to apply divine intervention, and the choice giving him a panic attack...

A pair of brown-furred hands descended onto his chest, hugging him back against the 'pillows' his head was propped up against, which he realized with a blush was the quadruple bosom of the minotauress cab driver, Muu. He looked up into her smiling face, and realized that above her was the architecture of the edge of the Tower, the great space-elevator-slash-skyscraper in the middle of Nestledeep. Pascal realized his back and legs were resting on cool metal steps. So they were at the edge of the Tower's base, with fantasy and alien women probably coming and going via the main platform, and here he was, creating a scene with lots of bystanders once again. No pressure.

Muu rubbed his cheeks with her thumbs - his much younger, less hairy, slightly less chubby cheeks - and beamed down at him. Pascal realized that she was no longer the overgrown servant that Sapphira had turned her into. "You saved me, hun, that's what happened."

With a look of incredulous confusion, Pascal glanced back down into the face of Scarlet, still perched on his chest with her shortstack frame perched on his stomach and her huge demonic tits crowding around his chin. "What?"

"You 'passed out,' buddy," Scarlet explained, neatly expositing what happened 'in-character' in this world between last night's dream and this one without breaking character. Though it only raised more questions.

"There I was, callin' out for help from anybody, even the Goddess Bovina," Muu recalled. "Then you pass out from shock, and suddenly all the bystanders that were too afraid to cross that highfalutin dragon bitch realize how bad it is and get up in arms! Downright embarrassed her in front of all of Nestledeep, makin' our precious human all afraid like that! She undid all her magic an' then took off into the sky faster than you could crack a whip, tail between her legs!" The minotauress laughed, making the four boobs cushioning Pascal's head jiggle and wobble. "Best cab ride I've ever given. Don't even care that she forgot her fare - that look on her face was payment 'nough!"

Pascal's brow furrowed with guilt. "But... the reason I passed out was... the goddess reached out to me, offered to fix everything anyway... and I got so worried about the consequences and temptations that I couldn't make a goddamn decision..."

Muu gave him a confused look, then ruffled his bangs. "Well, glad to know she was listenin', but if we're bein' honest? I didn't want her help anyway." She glanced aside and let out a huff. "I left the family business for a reason - my mom and all my sisters are Paladins of Bovina, but I didn't wanna be stuck giving milk tributes all my life. If you'd gone her route, I'd've been indebted to her for sure. Not that she's a bad goddess or anything" – she glanced up a little worriedly – "but she just ain't for me. So in a way, you passin' out was the best option of all!"

Now that was crazy to hear. Pascal shot a look at Scarlet again, wondering if she'd tweaked everything this way just to get a happy reset on things. She just grinned back at him. "Your instincts were right. There were consequences to that choice to consider. Lucky for you the 'third option' turned out to be the best!"

It was around this point that Pascal regained enough consciousness of his body to realize that his pants were down and there was yet another big pair of breasts wrapped around his cock, with a worshipful mouth gently kissing his tip. Any further questions on his mind were chased away by the feelings of a loving titfuck. He groaned, Muu cooed encouragingly, Scarlet giggled naughtily, and the crowd all responded with a flush of lust, some groping their own tits or the boobs of others nearby. He couldn't see past Scarlet to know who currently had the honor of having his cock in her cleavage, but she was being very gentle with him. Her breasts were also a little bit on the cooler side, exceptionally smooth yet textured as well...

"Soooo~..." Scarlet began, wiggling her hips above his stomach and tracing playful shapes in the air with the tip of her spaded tail. "You remember how I mentioned there was a 'celebrity guest' at the Tower?"

Pascal's eyes widened. He remembered her mentioning that, spread far across this lewd universe, there might be canon fictional characters from series he recognized. Spread out so that he couldn't just titfuck all of his 'waifus' in an hour and get immediately bored; kept around more as an incentive to keep exploring. "You mean...?" His legs shifted with excitement.

"Yyyep! She heard about what happened and beamed down just for you!" Scarlet replied, and with a great flourish of her legs flipped off of his chest and hovered into the air, allowing Pascal to see exactly whose tits he was fucking.