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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.
The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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- This story is part of the Ravished in a Flash 2.0 Tournament
- It competes against Borrowing the Neighbor's Tools in the SF-2 match
- Theme: The grass is always greener on the other side.
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My Grass Is Green
He rubbed his hands together. Finally, after many decades of hard work, his personal invention was complete. Everybody thought he was an inventor who wanted to change the world for the better. Nobody knew what he really had in mind. If they knew, oh if they knew, he would be wrapped in a straightjacket and carted off to the looney bin.
He turned the TV on and cycled through until he found the TV show As Told By Ginger. He picked the series finale The Wedding Frame. The protagonist of the show, Ginger Foutley had always been an object of desire since he hit puberty. Red hair, rosy cheeks, and her voice, oh her voice. With this invention, he hoped to make that desire a reality. He hit play. The theme song of the show came on.
Someone once told me
"The grass is much greener
On the other side."
He fast-forwarded through almost the whole episode until he came close to the end scene. His finger hit play at just the right time. “...and if time teaches us anything in this crazy world, it’s that nothing worth having ever comes easy…” He paused the video as his cock stirred at the sound of her voice. The adult version of the cartoon character Ginger Foutley was the only thing on screen. His heart pounded with anticipation as he plugged one end of his invention into a port on the TV and the other into a power generator. He switched the power on the generator to low and took a deep breath.
The television made a ringing sound and glowed with an otherworldly color. The image of Ginger Foutley vanished from the TV. “It’s working,” he whispered. He saw what looked like a ghost get pulled out of the TV and materialize in front of him. The object slowly became more and more real until, finally, Ginger Foutley herself was standing right in front of him wearing a dark blue dress. And she looked real, not animated.
He didn’t bother with politeness. Politeness wasn’t his plan. Taking her by force was! She shrieked in that beautiful, sexy voice of hers as he tackled her to the ground. Her cries and pleas made his body feel like a tuning fork. She slapped him and tried to kick, but it was clear to him the transfer from animated to real made her too disoriented to effectively fight him off. Just like he planned.
He unzipped his fly and tugged down her panties that were easily accessible since she was in a dress. Then, he ravaged her right there on the floor of his workplace, Monica Bellucci style. Her screams were music to his ears. And her pussy, oh her pussy was to die for. He savored it as much as he could until he came inside. Ginger made uncontrollable, deep, heavy sobs in that sexy voice of hers.
“What the hell have you done?” His bitchy boss stared at him from above a catwalk. He rolled off Ginger and lay on the floor, cackling maniacally. “Oh you have no idea how badly you’ve fucked up,” she started to lecture him. He rose to his feet and said, “Just shut up.” Her face turned red and she opened her mouth to yell at him again, but she didn’t get the chance.
His finger pushed a button on the power generator to give his invention maximum power and the noise drowned out any bitchy words she had to say. The television warbled and glowed as multiple television and movie characters got pulled out into the real world. Villains. Rapists. Supervillains. Murderers. None were disoriented like Ginger was and they were all under his control, just like he planned.
“Be free, my children! Pillage, rape, murder, and sow chaos throughout all the land!” He rubbed his hands with glee as the worst of the worst TV and movie characters fanned out. His bitchy boss was about to get what she deserved, Ginger Foutley was all his to rape as much as he pleased, and his children would cause enough chaos that no one would bother him ever again! He was free to do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted!
'Til further notice ('Til further notice)
I'm in between (I'm in between)
From where I'm standing (From where I'm standing)
My grass is green
‘Yup, my grass is green and will be for a long time now,’ he found himself thinking as the lyrics to the song echoed in his head.
Someone once told me
"The grass is much greener
On the other side."
The show’s lyrics continued to play on a loop in his head as he continued to fuck Ginger Foutley’s brains out for as long as he wanted.
As an aside, for me the Irréversible reference paints the mental picture of anal rape.