Thursday, January 2, 2020

Gene and Karyssa slept extremely well, and while they both always had extremely vivid, colorful, and detailed dreams almost every single night their whole lives, these seemed especially real. They saw a massive mix of happy, joyful times and of Lovecraftian horrors, both of unimaginable scale. They also saw a whole multiverse of countless universes being controlled by their respective Plutonian Empires, with many being incredibly ancient, all of them ruled by Gene, but with a different Queen every second universe or so. Eventually, Gene dreamed of what seemed to be the oldest one of them all, at a ripe old 12 billion years old. This universe seemed eternally stelliferous, never having any sort of any end. No big rip. No heat ****. A truly immortal universe. Gene saw that universe's Plutonian Queen, a tall, chubby redhead named Amy, and 2 of their 9 all female offspring, all fully grown since tens of thousands of years, in one of the scenes, taking place in that universe's 53201 AD, twelve billion years ago. There, they are in a dark room. Joined by Amy, Gene's other self, an older looking Karyssa, and a mysterious, bearded male figure. One of the daughters is standing behind everyone except the mysterious, male figure. Her left hand is outstretched, with an incredibly straining look on her face, as if magically trying to contain something. Something especially sinister. As tears begin rolling down her cheeks, she seems to recognize she is on the losing side of this battle. Gene (the one dreaming) can physically feel incredible tension build up, like a pressure from something packed too tightly and overwhelming containment that is far too small. The woman's hand suddenly spurts a small amount of blood out, signifying her battle loss, and Gene's pressure sensation went away, feeling relief, just as the scene goes white for what seems like an eternity. The white slowly fades to black, following a color temperature gradient while doing so, becoming yellow, red, and finally black. Gene begins to see scenes of stars forming, and then planets.

Meanwhile, Karyssa's own dreams are somewhat different. Her dream soon showed scenes taking place many thousands of years into the future. She is the Plutonian Queen of this whole universe, ruling side by side with Gene. The universe is a vastly different place than when the Plutonian Empire was founded, with cosmic horrors twisting every nook and cranny into something uncannily terrifying. There is an odd, paradoxical mix of that with freedom, love, joy, happiness, and suffering. Karyssa can feel herself wanting more still. So much more. And anger. A barely controllable sense of anger.

Karyssa willfully woke herself up, utterly mortified by what she saw. She turned around and looked at the clock on Gene's nightstand behind her.

9:12 AM

Karyssa was confused, as that was the time she estimated for her old home, yet the TPE was out in the South Atlantic. She mentally added 5 hours to get the real local time, 2:12 PM, after which her mind instantly jumped back to her dream.

"No..." She silently mouthed, looking back at Gene's head. Karyssa was suddenly terrified of the future. Was that really her future? Was some cosmic fuck up going to spread lovecraftian horrors to the Empire as it expanded? She, like Gene, always dreamed of creating this big happy society, but...

Karyssa felt ****. Unsafe. Spaced out. Her old teddy was back home. Presumably thrown into the garbage by her bigoted mother. Remembering she was looking at the back of Gene's head, still in the spooning position, she instinctively felt the need to cuddle him like her old teddy, in the fetal position. Karyssa couldn't actually fetal position due to her being the big spoon. She snuggled up against him, reaching under Gene's arm to rub his hairy chest, embracing his warmth. At last she began feeling at least slightly more secure.

"My Gene..." Karyssa whispered, kissing the back of Gene's head, before resting her head on him. Her all new teddy. They weren't married (yet), and they only met last night, but their sexual communion made it clear they were together for hundreds, if not thousands, of past lifetimes in this universe.

Within a few minutes, Gene too began to wake up, sensing Karyssa's ice cold, soft hand slowly rubbing his chest, and twiddling his chest hair. He got goosebumps up his spine, and loved the whole sensation. Gene instictively rested his hand on Karyssa's hand as she moved it about, savoring her presence. At long last he was with a girl in this manner.

Karyssa saw a faint light to her left, and turned, wondering what it was. Gene also looked, in reaction to his companion. It was his smartphone, laying on the floor, halfway out the pocket of his work pants also still on the floor, out of reach.

"I'll get it, bae." Karyssa whispered, finally noticing Gene's hearing aids he left in overnight, mildly surprised they didn't squeal all night as they slept. Gene nodded, and rolled over as Karyssa got his phone. She was tempted to look, but she reminded herself how much she values all privacy, hers and others', and handed it straight to Gene, who sat up.

"Oh shit; it's my mom." Gene immediately grew tense, figuring it would not be good. He went to tap "answer," but hesitated. This really was not going to be a good conversation. Finally Gene persisted after a few moments.

"Hello?"

"Just what in the HELL do you think you're doing?!"

Bingo. Gene stammered, but his mom continued unloading on him, doing so for ten straight minutes before finally giving him a chance to respond. Karyssa sat down in front of him, in a contemplative pose. Gene was too speechless to respond in time before his mom decided to hang up. Needless to say he was quite discouraged now. He sat still for a few minutes as he gathered his thoughts again. Karyssa was tempted to try to brighten Gene up with some morning sexy times, but thought better of it. Gene needed some soothing, so he shifted position to lay his head on Karyssa's nude lap, which she was okay with. Karyssa slowly massaged Gene head as they remained otherwise relatively still.

After about fifteen minutes, Gene's phone rang again. He didn't want to leave the comfort of the future Queen's lap, but Karyssa dutifully reminded him to take it anyway. Gene quietly moaned in frustration as he complied. It was Nucleina, looking for him.

"Dude. Get over here. We still got stuff to do." Nucleina hung up, emphasizing her order. Gene mildly snickered, amused by Nucleina's frustration.

"Welp." He began, with a grin. "It's time." He and Karyssa eagerly got up and dressed, timewarped breakfast, and headed out.