SUKAINCEPTION: Bookisode #04: Still Dreaming…
By: Sukai Todd/Sailor Cosmic Moon/Skye Tsukino…
FOR: NON-PROFIT, EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES!
It's My Birthday, Make A Wish!
#10:
Magic… : A Dream Within A Dream!
"So, it wasn't just a dream within a dream…" I asked him, as I saw him gazing at me with his piercing, soul-soothing blue eyes sinking into my dark, chocolaty brown, hypnotic, poetic eyes… "Dreams can manifest into reality, if you believe in them, hard enough and long enough." Rob carefully walked into my room… "You've been dreaming of me, for a long-ass time, then…" I half-joked, "That's an understatement…" He gazed at me, as he sat on my bed. "What do you mean?" I lifted an eyebrow… "You don't remember our very first meeting…" He thought aloud. "We've met before?" I asked, "In 2021…" He explained. "I also cosplayed the Scarecrow, at that convention…" Rob was confirming everything my racing mind was already telling me. "A half-remembered dream can only last so long, before new dreams take hold." Rob was so much more aware, than I anticipated… "Why are you telling me, all this now?" I asked him, realizing this dream IS manifesting, itself! "Did we make-out in the dream, you first told me about?" He went to seemingly change the subject. "Ohh, yea… But, it wasn't just making-out." I halfway giggled with my retort… "Then, why are you still hesitating?" Rob asked me, standing face-to-face with me. "What do you want from me?" I asked him, trying to escape the situation, following my first reflex. "I don't want anything from you. I just want you…" He gripped my wrist, as I realized we were both in front of my bedroom highboy mirror. "Why?" I asked him… "Because, I…" He began to confess again, "Love You…" I finished his thought, expecting him to backpedal… "That's right, I Love You, Skye." Rob was so confident, in his beliefs, I was so confused. "Then give it time…" I told him, my tears having been dried and my mind's fog clearing up… "If it's true love, it'll last the test of time. If you love me, as much as you say do, in those dreams… Then, it won't take long for me to eventually understand it and the magnitude of your actions." I explained to him, confidently. "You say that, as if you think I'll hurt you…" He was getting a bit tested with me lack of trusting him… "That orange asshole is NOT me. No-one can play the part of your husband, except your husband… Where are you going?" He gripped my wrist. "It's not an audition…" I temporarily closed my bathroom door on him, and changed into my pink and cheetah-print pajamas with a bra on under them… "Skye, I? Oh…" He blushed hard. "And if it was, you're gonna need to be able to handle my lack of faith… Me trusting someone as handsome as you, and not being hurt is like waiting for a train." I thought aloud, sitting on my bed in slight annoyance… "It's not, it's a leap of faith…" He retorted, getting even more tested with me and my reluctance. "And, just so you know, I would never do that to you…" Fischer gazed outside my window blinds, and saw the waxing crescent moon… "How do I know you're being honest with me?" I demanded. "You won't know, because you won't allow yourself to believe in me… But, you do know somewhere in the deep recesses of your heart and soul… You know when someone is lying. That's why you didn't let Cobb in close to you." Fischer explained lovingly. "Tell me, do you think I'm lying to you?" He retorted standing, nose-to-nose with me… "Do you really think, I'd go through all this for you… If I was just another waste of humanity, like your ex?" He demanded, "Well, I'm sorry for troubling you!" I folded my arms and put my knee over my other knee in coldness… "That's not what I meant… I Love You, you've never been a burden to me." He snapped back. "Prove it!" I commanded angrily, looking away to hide my growing blush… "Look at me, Skye…" Fischer asked me, "Say please…" I snapped back, already feeling my face turning towards him involuntarily… "Please, look at me, Skye…" He politely responded. "I'm looking…" I glanced up at him, only to feel our chemistry overheating… "You – you're serious…" I blushed deeply, feeling his arms wrapping around my waist. "I always have been." He smirked, breathing down my neck… "That's an understatement…" I felt my body giving in. "Hmm, hmm, always good with that morbid sense of humor, you have…" He teased me cockily, groaning in my ears… "Rob, don't – don't…" I tried to fight it, but I couldn't… I wanted it. "Don't what?" He gazed down at me, as our lips were nearly touching… "Don't stop, until I'm asleep in your arms…" I confessed finally giving in, "And you don't stop being you, Skye…" He groaned, moaning hard as he made-out with me passionately and we began making love in the physical world…
"It looks like he's penetrated her subconscious fears…" Arthur told Dom, as they prepared to steal my mind's most valuable secrets… Unbeknownst to myself and Fischer, for that matter… "Are you sure, you wanna do this Cobb?" Ariadne asked him, clearly concerned for me. "Yes…" He nodded confidently. "I mean, it's just that Fischer really loves her… And I don't – I don't want her to…" Ariadne trailed off, "You don't them to end up, like me and my wife did…" Cobb replied knowing the fears she had already. "Yes." She felt tears in her eyes. "They won't, trust me… Their destiny together is very different, even from her worst fears." Cobb explained, "Her worst fears being marriage and family?" Eames made a point, lolz. "Those are some of her worst fears… Aside from genuinely reciprocal romantic partners." Arthur explained thoughtfully. "What will we do if her projections are more dangerous than Fischer's? What if their subconscious security is worse?" Ariadne was an intelligent young woman… "We'll figure it out, when we get there…" Cobb spoke firmly, as everyone sat down, and they took their sedatives in order to enter my subconscious mind…
#11:
Still Dreaming…
Now, I must warn you, dear reader… What you're about to see, is not for the faint-hearted… So, if you get car sick or seasick or any form of queasiness, then I suggest you look away. Unless, you can think you can handle it… "We're in!" Cobb exclaimed realizing, they had made it onto the first level of my subconscious mind. It was outside my apartment, in NorCal, on a heavily rainy, gloomy day… "Alright, let's see what's in this apartment…" Arthur had created a fake entry-key, only for the doors to apartment to transform into a barricaded fence with electrical wiring. "She's stubborn…" Cobb sighed, as Ariadne stood closer to Arthur noticing my projections staring more and more intently at her. "So, we're obviously not going in the front door…" Arthur thought aloud, "There should be a side door, shouldn't there?" Ariadne asked as the team headed to see other side of my mind's mazelike apartment structure only for the buildings to begin transforming and bending all around them. "She's not playing…" Cobb knew, I was protective of my secrets… "Whoaa!" Arthur caught Ariadne as they tried to remain stable within the bending of the buildings and surrounding areas of my mind. "She's in control here, we're going to have to find a rental car…" Eames suggested, "Rental car?" Cobb lifted an eyebrow only to notice a small opening on the left side of the most stable building, next to the apartment of my mind that read Skye's Mental Rentals. "I have a feeling, this is a bad idea…" Ariadne nodded as she, Arthur and the team all headed somewhat safely into the front desk of the rental building. "Hello," Cobb spoke to the front desk manager, this film character named Dr. Jonathan Crane… 😉 😉 "Hello?" Crane already didn't like Cobb. For more reasons than one… "We need to rent – "Space in Sukai's mind. I'm afraid that's not an option." Crane snapped coldly. "We're not here to hurt her…" Cobb explained, "And you really believe, I'll trust you when you say that?" Crane wasn't having it. "Do you know how many scumbags, I've had try renting her mind out? How many assholes who tried to break her heart…" He added. "Too many." Cobb snapped. "Exactly." Crane noticed Arthur noticing his wedding bands… "What? Oh, these wedding bands… I'm her husband." Crane explained causing everyone's eyes to temporarily widen and gasp in a short-lived shock. "She loves danger… No wonder, she married the Scarecrow, himself." Cobb snapped in frustration. "We've been married since October 2021." Crane explained confidently, "Congratulations, on your first few months of marriage – "You're not welcome, here. Whatever you want is not for rent." Crane cut Arthur off. "And, that includes Sukai's subconscious emotions and insights." He snapped, "You know who we are?" Ariadne asked him curiously… "I knew who you were, in 2021… I know Sukai, better than she knows herself." Crane explained turning the "Open" sign to "Closed" on the Skye's Mental Rentals building window. "It's not here…" Cobb suddenly realized, that he had to go deeper into my mind and he knew of only way to get Crane to let them in… "Of course, it's not. Now, if you don't mind exiting her mind, before I result to violence." Crane smirked at Cobb coldly. "Violence?" Arthur was caught off-guard, only to watch Crane reveal his own, badass briefcase… "As much as we'd love to be gassed by you, Dr. Crane… I'm sure you'd also love to know, that your wife is making love with another version of you." Cobb's next move was a bold one, to say the least… "You've only married her, in the metaphysical sense…" Ariadne knew from Cobb's next move what he was aiming for. "That doesn't mean, it's not real…" He growled getting a bit tested… "It is real, and it's also very real that your wife is in bed with a version of you. A much nicer, wealthier, handsomer, classier version of you… One, I think she may prefer." Cobb continued egging Crane on. "That's your best tactic?" Crane saw right through it… "Why do you think, you're at the front desk?" Cobb smirked. "To protect her…" He snapped. "She's in bed with him, in the physical world…" Cobb added, finally sparking a fire in Crane. Though, Crane was still overprotective and knew what to do next… "Is that a fact?" He snapped, his eyes widened for a split-second. "Yea, four-eyes… So, will you let us rent a room, please?" Eames didn't exactly help Cobb's case… "Ow!" Eames snapped feeling Arthur elbowing him. "Very well… If you insist." Crane seemingly gave in, as he wrote something blurry on the front desk papers and he unlocked the portal door to the deeper parts of our shared subconscious. "After you, please…" Crane let the team in first, as Eames glared at him in annoyance… "Yes, darling." Eames joked, "Only Sukai can call me that." Crane was sooo good, ahem… "This way, please…" Crane led the team to one of the darkest memories, I had ever experienced and locked them in the room where it happened, in my memories.
Anyhow, back to me and Fischer in the physical world, as it is… If you're not into explicit stuff, I suggest you keep scrolling, find the next chapter and you should be fine... "Huhh, huhh, huhh…" Fischer groaned, making out with me, and kissing every inch of my face… "Uhh, uhh, huhh… Tsss…" I panted, biting my lower lip seductively as he continued banging his body against mine. "Llllliiiiiiiiiicccck…" He made all the right sounds, as he licked my neck and began kissing it. "How far, did we… Did we go, in those dreams?" He groaned, teasingly… "A lot further than just kissing…" I whispered in his ear, licking the ends of his hair intoxicatingly. "Uohh, I see…" He smirked as he loosened his tie and gripped my wrists, penning me to the bed… "Do you?" I grinned, counter-penning him to the bed; and pulling his tie off confidently. "Are you watching me closely?" I snapped, leaning in close to him… "Yes." He smirked equally confidently at me, "Really?" I stroked his neck and pressed my chest against his… "Well, we'll find out… Won't we?" He groaned harder in my ears, as we continued making love, harder and harder… "I see, you like being on top…" He chuckled seductively, as he made out with me, and he gripped my thighs on top of his legs… "I like wrestling too…" I giggled panting, as we began doing the riding portion of the love-making. "Huhh, huhh, uohh! Uohh…" He groaned, grunting heavily as he felt me warming him up and we continued making out. "Say you love me." I pleaded in his ears, "I Love You, Skye! Damn it, I Love You…" He confessed, feeling me ripping his vest open… "Say it LOUDER!" I commanded in the enjoyment of our time, which was just getting started together… "I LOVE YOU, SKYE! UOHHH, I LOVE YOU-OOHH, I LOVE YOU… I LOVE YOU, SKYE!" He roared, as I gave him a rough hickey only to feel him counter-counter-penning me to the bed, and we continued the riding process… "It's your birthday, make a wish…" He whispered as I felt my eyes closing, and him sticking "it" with it's condom into the hole in my panties…
"KYAAAAAAAHHHH!" I squealed, as we went even harder… "I wish you really meant it, when you say you love me." I confessed, tears sliding sideways down my blushing cheeks. "I do, Skye." He moaned, with a slight growl as he gripped my wrist… "Keep your eyes closed…" Fischer pleaded, groaning roughly and he lifted my shirt up. "Huhh, uhh… Uhh, llomp, llomp…" We made out, harder as we started feeling my breasts covered by my bra; and he kissed my stomach and diaphragm passionately… "Your first time, in the physical world." He grunted, gripping my wrists above my head. "Take your time, Rob…" I whispered, keeping my eyes closed… "Anything for you." He confessed lovingly; as we continued making love, harder and rougher. "Would you die for me?" I teased him, as we continued going at it and he ripped my bra open… "Yes…" He groaned, "That's too easy… Would you live for me?" I giggled, feeling his lips all over my neck and him tickling my underarms… "Yes, I am…" Rob chuckled and kissing my lips passionately. "Would you kill for me?" I thought he wouldn't be able to answer that one, "KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" I squealed, in unison as he groaned, "YEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH-EEEEEH-S!" He howled, roaring as he came in me for the first time, in the utter ecstasy of our time together… "Uohh, uohh, uohh…" He groaned, "Go harder, go faster!" I commanded, as he placed my wrists over his neck. "As you wish, Baby-Doll…" Fischer wasn't holding back, as we continued making love… "KYAAHH, EEE… Yeaa… KYAAAHH!" I moaned, squealing. "Sing, my angel!" Fischer groaned, commanding me… "Aaaahh-aaaahhh, ohhhh-ohhh…" I did my best to sing ala Christine from Phantom of the Opera. "SING FOR ME!" He went harder, making my notes go even higher. "Ohhh-ohhh-AAAAEEEEIII-OHHHH-OOOOOOIHHHHHEEEE-OHHHHH!" I sang louder and higher. "SING, MY ANGEL…" He groaned, as we began wrestling and landed on my floor… Which, as you can imagine created some issues for Cobb's team in my subconscious. "KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEE-EEEEE-AAAAHHH!" I hit my most operatic notes, in my highest, Lolita-esque-pitched voice as we made love… "Don't stop singing!" Rob wasn't ready to hear me fall asleep, yet. "KYAAAAAHHH-AAH, AHH, AAHH…" I blushed, still singing to him; as I kissed his shirtless chest and he felt my nails creating scratches up and down his back… "Sing for me…" He pleaded, as we fell back onto the bed. "Huhh, huhh… Ohhh…" I sang, as we made out more and he lifted my knees against his waist… "Sing your favorite song." Fischer grunted, "The best is yet to come, and babe, won't that be fine…" I began singing the most befitting song, I could think of. "The best is yet to come, come the day you're mine…" We sang together, softly as the late night got even later… "KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" I squealed again, operatically, as he came in me again, the sun began rising. "Funny, how our dreams come true…" He sang to me, still kissing me all over, as I felt my body finally reaching its sleepiest states… "Funny, how I feel for you…" I sang back softly, feeling my body passing out in his arms. "I Love You, Skye." He whispered, cumming in me, one more time before I fell asleep, warmly in his arms.
#12:
Still Dreaming… : An Idea…
"Well, that was traumatic…" Arthur thought aloud, as he and the team finished their final rewatching of the memory brought me and Crane way closer than I could've ever imagined… It was the terrible memory of one of my family dog's Clarke and her untimely passing, right in front of my eyes. I literally saw her take her final breath… [Sukai: Death is fun! Said no-one ever… Except maybe the Grim Reaper.] "When you do think, he'll let us out of here?" Ariadne was clearly heartbroken by the memory they had been forced to relive, in my place… "When, he's good and ready." Cobb snapped, in frustration. "This is one of her worst memories…" He thought aloud, "Yes. But it's not her most recent…" Arthur agreed. "Most recent?" Ariadne really wanted exit this part of my subconscious mind… "No, her most recent was shared only with Fischer. Crane's other, nicer self…" Eames explained confidently… "Do you think it has something to do with an ex?" Arthur asked Ariadne. "An ex?" As she replied, the theatre of the room suddenly morphed itself into the more recent and not-as-painful, but still painful as fuck experience I had of Justin leading me on, backstabbing me and using my own "friends" against me. "This…" Eames turned in shock, "This is… Her most recent." Cobb nodded. "This orange-wearing wannabe-Mandalorian-asshole is jackass." Eames thought aloud. "And a dumbass." Arthur agreed… "And heartless." Ariadne added. "This hurts to watch." Ariadne could feel my pain, stinging into her own soul… "She's letting us see it, we've gotta watch it…" Cobb insisted. "How many times?" She asked him, somberly. "Until Crane decides, we've been tormented enough…" Arthur snapped in frustration. "Well, at least there's popcorn…" Eames found the theatre popcorn and the other movie snacks.
But, wait, there's more! Yes, dear readers… I didn't just take all that betrayal, fuckery-ass shit lying down, the night of the convention, I had one simple idea… Vengeance. "This is not a memory." Cobb realized, as everyone had sat down in the theatre seats that what they were watching next in the theatre-room was not a simple memory, but an idea. An understandably infuriated ideal, one of the merciless, spiteful kind… "Wow, this is Tarantino-level death…" Eames was impressed by the amount of violence in the first scene for the script I had written playing out on the movie screen. "All that blood." Arthur cringed slightly… "She wants to kill him with a syringe?" Ariadne was a bit horrified to see all the death scenes, including how Dr. Robert Angier (Hugh Jackman) murdered the girl named Fate… Three guesses, what her real name is. "She's not alone…" Arthur seemed to empathize with me, somehow… "Look, I think we can all agree, her ex-boyfriend was an asshole… But," Ariadne was trying to talk some sense into the already traumatized group. "Shh…" Cobb quietly whispered to her as the movie continued playing; and the kiss scene before Justin's unofficial death by my syringes within the fantasies happened… "Dayum." Eames was impressed. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" The sounds of Justin's shrieking in agonizingly, drowning in his own bloody death were quite cringeworthy; though I quite enjoyed them, at the time... "Is that Hugh Jackman?" Eames wondered aloud, seeing Angier standing beside me as I went on to finish the job on Justin. Finally, as the final scene of the movie began to play, the one where Angier proposed, the screen became blurrier and covered in static. "Alright, you're free to go…" Crane unlocked the door and opened it, for the team. "So, she was in love with someone else, before you met her?" Cobb asked him, "Before I change my mind." Crane warned him angrily. "Thanks, mate." Eames politely agreed as they followed Crane to the next location in our shared subconscious… "There's something, I think you should see…" He smirked confidently, as he opened the doors to his part of our shared subconscious; and everyone took in the dreamscapes of the lowest levels of Arkham Asylum… "This is where I make my medicine. Perhaps, you should take some… To clear your head." Crane smirked, ready to gas all of them up. "Where's Sukai, in all this?" Arthur demanded as the team began racing away from him only to find an elevator. "We have to find her…" Ariadne agreed, pressing all the buttons on the locked elevator as the alarms continued ringing; and everyone realized they were trapped… "Found me." My True Self, Sailor Moon aka me, I, my true self smirked at them. "Huaahh?" Everyone gasped, only for the elevator's doors to open and for me to watch Crane with his Scarecrow mask gas them up, violently… "Kuaahh, kuaahh!" They began coughing and screaming, in the experiences of hallucinations they were having. "Well, now that we've handled the riff-raff…" Crane took my gloved hand as I carefully walked all over the hallucinating team… "Where were we?" He placed his hand firmly on the small of my back, as I slid off my gas-mask. "Right about, here…" I teased him cockily as we began making out and he slid off his mask, in the arousal he was feeling… Right as Fischer and I were beginning to awaken, in the physical world…
To Be Continued, BITCHES…