"What are you doing?" Zoro asked his friend.

Robin was crawling into his lap, her breast bouncing in her revealing dress, "I want you to make me feel good."

Zoro felt discomfort settle into his core, "You're like a sister to me."

"Oh, so how about this?" Robin's hair was suddenly blond and her face morphed into another woman's face. "I'm so horny, please." The woman whined, and grabbed Zoro's hands placing it on her breast.

The swordsman quickly pulled his hand back, "I'm really not interested."

"Huh…" the woman seemed to contemplate something. "A hard nut to crack but no worries. I have someone that works for any man."

Zoro wasn't sure what she meant but suddenly she was transforming again, this time a busty redhead, with pinkish brown eyes, and a visible tattoo on the shoulder of her scantily clad body.

The woman smiled, and leaned in, allowing her large breast to press against him as she nibbled on his ear. Zoro quickly pushed her away, but the woman laughed, "No need to be shy, we both know you want this."

Her small hand traveled down his chest sensually and slid along the edge of his pants. It was remarkably familiar to him but he couldn't remember why. When the hand traveled down further and slid against his flaccid dick the woman in his lap frowned.

"But I used Nami's form, how come…?" The woman was suddenly smoking a cigarette that hadn't been there earlier. Her eyebrows were knit together in confusion. "Oi" she glared into his eyes, "Your not asexual or something are you?"

Zoro glared back, this person seemed familiar somehow, "Is this a dream?"

Those large pinkish brown eyes rolled in irritation, "No dipshit, I'm a fucking shape shifter. You went to bed and are suddenly here, what the fuck do you think? Obviously it's a damn dream!"

That only confused the swordsman more, "I can normally control my dreams."

"Okay, you can control this one too. What do you want?"

"Alcohol" Zoro grinned widely.

"You're so stupid" The woman mumbled, "Okay how about now?" Zoro suddenly started to feel sexual desire rise in himself. "What would make this perfect, and I'll make it happen?"

"Sanji"

"Huh?" The woman looked surprised.

"You remind me of that obnoxious succubus."

"Hey, if one of us here is obnoxious it's you, moss for brains."

"I want you to look like him." Zoro closed his eyes and focused on what the demon had looked like from earlier, when he opened his eyes it was Sanji that was now on his lap.

The demon looked utterly confused, but Zoro paid little attention, wanting to enjoy this dream. He started to undo the buttons of the blonds dress shirt.

"Are you gay? Well that explains why Nami didn't work." Sanji seemed to be contemplating something.

Zoro looks up but instead of the blond, there is now a muscular handsome man with a cigar and slicked back white hair.

He's starting to feel irritated with this dream and it seems to show on his face, because the person transforms again, much less muscular with brown hair hanging in his eyes with freckles along his nose. The man sitting on his lap is surely attractive but it's not what he had wanted.

"This dream sucks" Zoro huffs.

"What the hell do you want, you fucking bastard? Just tell me what would turn you on." He can hear the irritation in the man's voice.

The man in his lap snaps his fingers and Zoro feels his desire rise again to the point that the handsome man in his lap is more than a little tempting. He decides to try and control the dream one last time though.

Zoro closes his eyes and thinks of the smug demon from earlier. When he opened his eyes it's Sanji again.

"Just stay like that" he grumbled and he tries to force the dream to listen.

He allows his hands to traverse the blond's chiseled chest and starts to lean into the demon's neck. The idea of leaving a hickey on that perfect skin is far too appealing.

"Me?" He can hear the utter bewilderment in the succubus's voice. He doesn't care though, this was turning out to be a very good dream. "Wake the fuck up asshole. This is not happening."

Zoro wakes up and reaches a hand down to see if what he thought would be there actually was.

Yup, he had morning wood.

It was painful and so he decided to deal with it quickly, but the more he tried he couldn't find release. Finally unable to stand it anymore, he hobbled to the bathroom and took a cold shower.

After his erection finally wilted he took a regular shower and when he stepped out of the shower it smelled like cigarette smoke and in the mirror's fog it read 'not even in your dreams'.

Zoro groans, he really needed to talk to Robin soon and get her advice. He sends her a quick text and starts getting dressed.

It occurs to him that it was much more than a regular dream. Regardless of how sexy the blond succubus is he can't wait to get that irritating prick out of his life for good.