Abstract Nightmare: Green Ranger’s Tragedy (Patreon)

This is the continuation of the Brushstroke story. Swirling brush patterns became an enemy from hell for the Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers team. With two of them already absorbed into the eldritch unknowable painting, the fate of justice and each other was left to Tommy, Trini, and Jason. Yet, a corrupted familiar figure now had her eyes on the Green Ranger and would set a trap that could break the team itself! Will they prevail or will they be brushed away?

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It’s a pigment of Ranger's imagination!

Evil Kimberly, now adorned in the Pink Pterodactyl Ranger suit, reveled in her recent victories over Billy, Zac, and Kimberly. The twisted abstract canvas, still pulsating with the trapped souls of her former comrades, loomed in the background as a testament to her newfound malevolence.

As she contemplated her next move, her eyes fixated on the dormant Power Coins scattered across the lab table. The notion of ensnaring the remaining Rangers filled her with malicious delight. Evaluating her options, she ultimately settled on Tommy Oliver, the Green Ranger. Not only did their relationship provide an emotional connection to exploit, but Tommy's intrinsic sense of justice made him a formidable adversary. Taking a moment to revel in her devious machinations, evil Kimberly chuckled to herself.

Her decision was made, and she initiated her manipulative ploy. With her helmet concealing a wicked grin, she activated the communication system to contact Tommy.

"Hey, Tommy," she purred, adopting an innocent tone. "I was thinking about this amazing painting project, and I could really use your help. It's something special, something just for us."

Tommy, initially skeptical, listened intently. "What do you have in mind?" he asked, curiosity outweighing his suspicion.

Evil Kimberly's voice became more alluring. "I found this perfect place—an empty storage house. We can turn it into an art exhibit for everyone to see. I've got this fantastic painting I want to show you. It's mesmerizing, Tommy."

Tommy, drawn in by her enticing description, hesitated. "Alright, sounds interesting. I'll meet you there. But why not ask the others for help?"

"Oh, Tommy, this is our thing," she replied with feigned innocence. "Just you and me, making something beautiful. Trust me, it's going to be extraordinary."

With that, Tommy reluctantly agreed to meet her at the warehouse. Evil Kimberly terminated the communication, a triumphant smirk hidden beneath her helmet. She relished the taste of her deceptive victory.

Meanwhile, in the lab, the tormented souls of Zac, Billy, and real Kimberly inside the pulsating canvas screamed in frenzied agony, their voices pleading for escape. "Tommy! Help us! Don't fall into her trap!" came Kimberly's desperate voice, interwoven with the anguished cries of Billy and Zac.

Yet, their cries fell on deaf ears, drowned out by the insidious laughter echoing from the demoniac masterpiece.

***

The cold air inside the dark warehouse wrapped around Tommy as he materialized in a flash of vibrant green light. Kimberly stood there, a vision in her full Pink Pterodactyl Ranger suit, a deceptive smile concealed beneath her helmet. The vast emptiness of the warehouse seemed to echo with a sense of foreboding as if the shadows themselves harbored malevolence.

"Hey, Tommy," Kimberly greeted, her voice echoing through the emptiness. "I'm so glad you came. I've been working on something special just for us."

Despite a lingering unease, Tommy approached cautiously, the singular spotlight casting an otherworldly glow on an easel with a mysterious painting.

"Take a look, Tommy. It's a piece of art that speaks to the soul," Kimberly encouraged, gesturing towards the mesmerizing canvas.

The vibrant colors and intricate patterns drew Tommy in, momentarily pushing aside his suspicions. "It's... it's incredible," he muttered, captivated by the mysterious allure.

Evil Kimberly's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as her manipulation took root. "I knew you'd appreciate it, Tommy. This painting has a certain magic to it," she said, her voice laced with deceit.

As Tommy gazed at the swirling canvas, an enchanting spell enveloped him, causing his skepticism to wane.

Seizing the moment, evil Kimberly closed the distance between them, her movements deliberate and enticing. "Tommy, I've missed our moments together. Just you and me, away from the others. It feels right, doesn't it?" she whispered, her tone seductive.

Caught in the web of her allure, Tommy hesitated. "Yeah, it does," he admitted, momentarily setting aside his suspicions.

The sinister trap tightened its grip as evil Kimberly moved closer, her facade of innocence concealing the predatory hunger within. "Let's make this moment unforgettable," she murmured, wrapping her arms around him in an alluring embrace.

As their bodies intertwined, Tommy felt a strange warmth coursing through him. The spandex-clad groin of the evil Pink Ranger brushed against his own and created a growing tantalizing sensation. Tommy gulped as his mind became flooded with imagery of depravity. The youngster perspired as his heroism was still trying to reach out and break him free from the enticing influence. The effects of the painting clouded his judgment, blurring the line between trust and treachery.

Suddenly, Tommy's communicator buzzed with a faint glimmer of reality piercing through the illusion. He fumbled to reach it, but evil Kimberly tightened her embrace. "Ignore it, Tommy. This is our time," she whispered with her voice coaxing.

The Pink Ranger then lifted her gymnastics-trained leg and leaned it against her boyfriend’s shoulder. Slowly yet dominatingly, she pushed Tommy’s head down to kiss her crotch. It was smelly and Tommy gasped at the first smooch, yet he was slowly becoming under evil Kimberly’s control as she rubbed his face against her wet space between the spandex-clad legs. “That’s it, Tommy. You like that, don’t you? This is your dream.”

Caught in a struggle between trust and suspicion, the leaning Tommy succumbed to the latter and dropped his Power Morpher with an echoing clanking noise. His source of Ranger power was discarded and the youngster was exposed to the painting and evil Kimberly’s power.

The vile feminine figure of his fake girlfriend didn’t waste time bashed in the powerless Tommy. The Pink Ranger slammed and jabbed the sides of Tommy making him gasp. The youngster writhed in agony yet he was unable to break free from Kimbery’s forced kiss on her groin. “Kiss my crotch, you bitch! Better yet, lick it!”

His senses were clouded by the mesmerizing effects of the evil Ranger. Evil Kimberly's whispers echoed in his ears with each word dripping with a sinister allure and superiority that drowned out the distant calls from his teammates.

"Tommy, don't you dare let anything ruin this moment. We're connected just like the colors on that canvas," she purred while choking him with both gloved hands and kept him kissing the wet space.

The aura of the painting’s swirling patterns seemed to pulse in harmony with Tommy's racing heartbeat. The warehouse itself became a surreal dreamscape and the thin line between reality and illusion blurred further. The colors painted on the canvas appeared to bleed into the air and created an ethereal dance of shadows that enveloped them. Worse, it pierced Tommy’s exposed muscles and even his own crotch and jolted the poor hero.

"Feel it, Tommy. The power, the connection. It's so much stronger than our pathetic Mighty Morphin’ team," Kimberly whispered with a voice of resonating temptation.

Caught in the spell, Tommy struggled to resist. His Power Morpher buzzed persistently as a reminder of the reality slipping away. With a determined effort, he managed to break away from Kimberly's embrace and stumbled backward.

"Tommy, why are you resisting?" she asked, her tone shifting from seductive to feigned innocence. "This painting is a gift, a gateway to something beyond our understanding. Embrace it."

Tommy glanced at the communicator on the floor as the realization dawned upon him. The buzzing continued and was louder now as if the device itself pleaded for his attention.

"I can't ignore it any longer," he muttered as reaching down to retrieve the Green Ranger Power Morpher. The smell of Kimberly’s crotch that lingered in his mouth made his mind muddled. He was torn between valor and loyalty to the team and the enticing urge from his girlfriend’s presence and actions. He couldn’t even grab the Morpher properly and dropped it again and again despite his best effort.

Evil Kimberly's glowing crimson eyes flashed with irritation inside her helmet, and she took a step closer as her attempts to regain control grew desperate. She removed her helmet to show him her dominating eyes. "Tommy, don't be an idiot. This is our moment. You can't escape it!"

The sudden, sinister hungry kiss from the evil Kimberly sent shockwaves through Tommy's brain that shattered his resolve and scattered his thoughts like fractured glass. Gasping for air, his once-heroic demeanor crumbled into a stuttering mess. His fingers twitched in shock just like his muscles throbbed with a straining evil aura.

"I-I can't," Tommy stammered with a shaky voice. Conflicting emotions churned within him, a whirlwind of confusion and desire induced by the nightmarish magic of the painting.

Evil Kimberly reveled in his vulnerability, her eyes gleaming with malevolence. "You see, Tommy, your strength is nothing compared to the power of this painting. Embrace it, and you'll find a new purpose."

The swirling patterns on the canvas seemed to intensify, casting a hypnotic spell that ensnared Tommy's senses. Each step backward felt like a retreat into an abyss, the alluring whispers of the evil Pink Ranger urging him to surrender to the evil force.

"No more fighting, Tommy. This is where you belong," she whispered, inching closer with a predatory grace.

Tommy's hands trembled, torn between the familiar pull of heroism and the seductive call of the evil painting. The kiss had planted seeds of doubt, and his mind became a battlefield between light and darkness. The evil Kimberly circled him, a spectral presence encouraging the descent into the painting's clutches.

"Your friends couldn't resist, and neither can you," she taunted, her voice a haunting echo.

Tommy's world dissolved into a muddled, fecal-scented nightmare as Kimberly's manipulative whispers infiltrated every corner of his mind. Memories of confidence and courage became distant echoes, drowned in the swirling chaos of the evil painting's dark influence. Victory, once a source of pride, now felt hollow and inconsequential.

The Pink Ranger took a step further by crouching before her boyfriend. Her spandex-gloved hands traced the powerful thigh muscles in the pants before ripping the attire down. Tommy’s underwear was exposed, yet Kimberly wanted more so she ripped that too. Finally, she got what she desired to Tommy’s horror.

Kimberly gulped in and made Tommy squirm and squealed like a girl. All muscles of his entire body flailed and thrashed about yet he couldn’t move. He just stood there while the evil Pink Ranger excited his vein-filled erect baton with her mouth and throat. First, the stroking was slow, then the thirsty Kimberly became more ravenous. “Kim… Kimberly, stop! I don’t want this!”

“Why should I care about what you want, Tommy?” Kimberly, no longer the Pink Ranger of heroism, reveled in her newfound dominance over Tommy's shattered psyche. Her allure was a suffocating web, entwining him as her puppet. His once-independent thoughts are now mere echoes of her sinister control due to the personal treatment.

"I am your purpose, Tommy. Your life was meaningless until you met me," she cooed with her words echoing through his jumbled consciousness. Her oral stroking continued faster. Tommy wailed louder which echoed in the warehouse emptiness.

Tommy's mind was a stinky, jumbled mess by now. He couldn’t remember past battles and victories. He couldn’t remember the heroic teamwork with his new Power Rangers teammates. The abstract colors of the painting merge with his thoughts. Each gulp from the evil Kimberly further blurred his past with his resistance eroding with each intoxicating touch.

His body tensed even more as evil Kimberly groped his perfect rear cheeks. The powerless Green Ranger as just a pleasure doll for her and his mind couldn’t fight back anymore. Despair clung to him like a suffocating cloak, yet a perverse arousal mingled with the corrupted emotions.

"You're my toy now, Tommy. A bitch to the painting's power," Kimberly taunted with her tone an amalgamation of malevolence and debased delight. The twisted affection the Pink Ranger showered upon him deepened the entanglement of his mind.

In the twisted dance of dominance, Tommy's identity crumbled, and his once-potent courage wilted. The evil painting's kisses through Kimberly continued with each one sealing his fate as Kimberly's subservient puppet. His helmetless face betrayed a mix of horror and submission.

Amidst the despair, Tommy's feeble defiance still lingered. "No... I won't... I can't be...," he stammered, his jumbled dialogue a desperate attempt to cling to the fragments of his fading will.

Tommy's eyes fixated on the mesmerizing swirls of the evil painting, his vision distorting the heroic image of the Green Dragon Ranger reflected in its dark patterns. The reflection twisted painfully with each contortion echoing through his mind like a haunting cry for release.

In this nightmarish scenario, the distorted figures of his trapped comrades, Kimberly, Billy, and Zac, spiraled into the warped images alongside his own. Their agonized pleas filled the air, a symphony of desperation as they begged for release from the clutches of the painting hell.

"Tommy, please! You've got to free us! Break free from this grip!" Kimberly's voice, once filled with heroism, now echoed with despair.

"Help us, Tommy! We're trapped in this nightmare! Don't succumb to the darkness!" Billy's cries for salvation added to the dissonant chorus of agony.

Zac's pleas joined the haunting cacophony. "Tommy, you can't let it take you! Fight back! We're counting on you!"

Their voices, laden with terror and suffering, reached out to Tommy. Each word was a desperate plea, a call for the Green Ranger to resist the encroaching darkness. But something within him had shifted. The courage that once defined him seemed to have evaporated, leaving behind a mere shadow of his former self.

"I... I can't," Tommy stuttered, his voice betraying both shock and surrender. The once-mighty Green Ranger now stood as a subservient puppet to evil Kimberly's whims, a witness to the torment of his fellow Rangers.

Evil Kimberly reveled in his unraveling. "That's it, Tommy. Embrace the reality of your new miserable existence. You're mine, and there's no escape."

As the swirling patterns continued their devilish dance, the trapped Rangers' screams intensified. Their words became a piercing reminder of the courage that Tommy had lost, swallowed by the evil within the painting. “HELP!”

***

Tommy unloaded himself into Kimberly’s mouth. A bulk of his seed goop burst into his girlfriend and with it, the Green Ranger lost his courage. He felt empty and exhausted. His head throbbed and gave way to more of the painting’s invading aura. His eyes reflected evil Pink Ranger’s own crimson ones. The memory of her as his dominatrix was burned into his brain.

Evil Kimberly licked her stained lips and approached his defeated form. With a sinister grin, she picked up Tommy's Dragon Ranger Power Morpher. The moment her fingers touched the device, an evil abstract arm extended from the painting to eagerly grab the Morpher and spread its hellish influence.

Tommy was paralyzed by fear and the twisted reality he found himself in. He could only watch in horror as the corrupting force took hold. His once-proud Power Morpher now bore the disgusting fecal stains of the painting's wicked touch as a reflection of the darkness that had swallowed him.

The Pink Ranger spoke with a deceptively sweet tone while offering the tainted transformation item to Tommy. "Tommy, my dear, why resist when you can embrace the true essence of power?" Her words dripped with sinister allure, resonating within the altered corridors of Tommy's now-muddled mind.

The former Green Ranger who was no longer capable of defiance accepted the corrupted Power Buckle. His hand trembled as he clutched the device, a symbol of his surrender to the evil forces that had ensnared him. "I... I can't fight it," he stammered, his voice a mere whisper, barely audible over the unnatural hum of the painting. “I am yours…”

With a feigned innocence, evil Kimberly goaded him. "Embrace your destiny, Tommy. Show everyone the true hero you've become."

Tommy, bereft of the strength that had defined him, hesitated for a moment before succumbing to the inevitable. He raised the tainted Dragon Ranger Power Buckle and declared his once-mighty roll call. "Dragonzord!" The words that were once a source of inspiration now echoed through the warehouse with a sense of brutality.

Tommy transformed, but the sight that met his eyes shattered the remnants of his heroism. The vibrant jade and golden hues that once adorned his suit were replaced by a nauseating swirl of a fecal, abstract color version of them. His helmet, once a symbol of pride, now bore the twisted visage of a corrupted Dragon Ranger. He was more like the monster the Rangers fought than a Ranger himself.

Tommy's loud whimpers and moans resonated through the warehouse with frenzied panic, ecstasy, and despair. The once-mighty hero experienced a warped transformation that blurred the boundaries between agony and perverse pleasure.

"K-Kim... what's happening?" Tommy stuttered, his voice a desperate plea for clarity amid the disorienting chaos. “This is wrong!”

Evil Kimberly, the orchestrator of his downfall, chuckled with sadistic delight. "Oh, Tommy, my sweet reptile pet, you're becoming something... better. Embrace it."

His memories of camaraderie, teamwork, and heroism were systematically wiped away and were replaced by a distorted allegiance to the unearthly forces that had ensnared him. The heroic Green Ranger’s persona was fading away and left behind a humanoid creature under the influence of the insidious painting.

As his body convulsed and twisted, the former Tommy emitted guttural gasps and barks that resembled a hungry animal starved for dominance. The abuse inflicted upon him was evident in the contortions of his once-graceful form. Tommy's helmet, now a vessel for his corrupted existence, bore witness to his suffering as he vomited inside, each retch an expression of his newfound allegiance to the evil painting.

His mind was enslaved to a perverse satisfaction that amplified his screams. "N-No, this can't be happening!" he cried out futilely resisting the overpowering influence.

His spandex-clad deformed body twitched and jerked, alternating between standing, writhing on the floor, and even cartwheeling in a macabre dance of zombified transformation. Each movement was punctuated by painful cries that echoed the demise of the once-heroic Green Ranger.

The warehouse descended into an unsettling stillness as Tommy now morphed into the grotesque form of the Green Dragon Ranger, battled against the overwhelming deformities seizing his once-heroic identity. His morpher was tainted by the corrupt abstract pattern turned his visage into a nightmarish distortion of the hero he used to be. The once-bold helmet now bore the stains of malevolence, mocking the courage it once represented.

Tommy's body spasmed uncontrollably, a chaotic dance driven by the sinister forces of the evil painting. His movements were a visceral struggle, a painful exhibition of the internal conflict tearing through him. In stuttered and jittery dialogue, his words mirrored the turmoil ravaging his soul.

"Is.. Is this what you want, Kimberly?" Tommy groaned with a voice echoing the desperation for an understanding of the inexplicable transformation. The mighty Green Ranger now stood as a canvas for the twisted artistry of the evil painting.

Evil Kimberly, concealed behind her innocent facade, circled Tommy, exuding an air of satisfaction. Her manipulative brat dialogue reveled in the orchestrated chaos. "Oh, Tommy, isn't this totally fascinating? Perfect for my eyes!”

Tommy grappled with the betrayal, his mind flickering with fragments of resistance. "Kim, I thought we were a team. Why are you doing this?"

The evil Pink Ranger feigned innocence, her response dripping with malicious glee. "We are more than a team, silly. I am  your mistress and you are my toy!”

Approaching Tommy with an alluring facade, the evil Pink Ranger’s tone shifted. "Tommy, my green boy, let me help you.”

Tommy's once-determined eyes now reflected confusion and despair. "No, this isn't me….”

Evil Kimberly chuckled with delight, savoring the success of her dark machinations. "It IS you. Now, let the world witness the demise of the once-mighty Green Ranger!"

The deformed hero despairingly fought against the pull of evil yet his attempts at defiance were futile. His words became a garbled mix of defiance and agony, a desperate symphony of a hero's tragic fall.

***

As Tommy's struggle continued, the warehouse bore witness to the twisted transformation orchestrated by the evil painting and Kimberly's insidious manipulation. The once-heroic Green Ranger, now a tragic puppet in the hands of darkness, stumbled and writhed, caught between the remnants of his former self and the evil forces controlling him.

In the shadows, Kimberly plotted her next move, her manipulative brat dialogue weaving a deceptive narrative. With calculated precision, she initiated a fake distress call through the communicator, amplifying the twisted reality she had orchestrated. Her voice, laced with urgency and a hint of terror, described Tommy as a new dangerous monster, a puppet manipulated by the very forces that sought the Rangers' demise.

"He's out of control! I don't know what happened, but this thing mimicked Tommy and now he’s after me!" Kimberly's innocent facade masked the malevolence behind her words as she painted Tommy's distorted form as the threat, adding a layer of tragedy to her cunning deceit.