Mighty Morphin Power Rangers (2017)

I wake up with a start, I'm in a somewhat noisy highschool classroom, looking around I spot a fat guy and a skinny twig of a girl that remind me of Bulk and Skull from mighty morphin power rangers, and then I see the look-alikes of the 2017 cast for the power rangers movie trickling into the classroom, looking down at my own hands as I lean back in the chair…I find that I'm wearing a green jack.

And with that it's like a dam give way in my mind and the life of one Tommy or Thomas Oliver fills my mind, a foster kid with a trust fund who is a martial arts and acrobatics prodigy, and a bit of a bad boy managing to get weekend detention, which last time I checked isn't even legal…or wasn't in my home world…or in Starship Troopers universe.

Tommy's been shafted by pretty much everyone and I live and experience those experiences as if I were him, I start to feel hot so I shed off my jacket and shakily get to my feet stumbling out of the classroom and heading to a bathroom as I feel like I'm going to be sick, and it's not from the memories of Tommy…or I guess me since they aren't that bad, just a bit of abuse and neglect.

But because Tommy downed a handle of Jack and a bottle of perception pain pills before getting out of his Dodge Challenger Hellcat, that is also green, with a green and black leather interior.

'Damn, this guy has Ben Tennyson's color sense!' I internally grown as I smash into a closed bathroom stall force my fingers into the back of my throat making myself gag and dry heave and forcing myself to vomit up the suicide attempt.

I finish puking up my guts, and step out of the stall and over the bathroom sink, turning on the faucet. I rinse the acidic sickness from my mouth, and wish that I had some mouthwash or at least a few peppermints.

Stumbling out of the bathroom drunk, I bowl into Kimberly Hart as she's being bullied by her former friends.

"Watch it ass-oh, you're Tommy right…with the nice car?" Kimberly's former blonde friend asks, the one that if my memory serves me correctly is the one Kimberly sent the risque picture of to a jock.

"Piss off bitch." I groan, my head pounding as I heavily fall back against the lockers. The girls face contorts in anger and the three sniff and turn up their noses most likely smelling booze and vomit.

The two bitches that were harassing Kimberly strut off not before saying something childishly mean and petty, while Kimberly looks at me in a mixture of concern and gratitude.

"Are you going to be alright?" Kimberly asks me while gently resting her hand against my bi-cep and it doesn't escape me how her hand lightly slides up and down feeling up the muscles, that even without flexing are as hard as steel.

"Yeah, just a bad hangover…what about you? Those two were doing their best to earn their cunt's of the year awards." I say while breathing in deeply and shutting my eyes, Kimberly giggles at my joke which I take as a good sign.

'Hopefully I didn't take too long to puke that shit up…what were those goddesses thinking sending me into the body of a suicidal teen after he tries committing suicide?!'

"I'm fine…I think…are you going to skip out on detention?" Kimberly asks me and I do a soft nod for a reply.

"Do you have…a mint or a piece of gum? I couldn't get the taste of vomit out of my mouth." I ask Kimberly who I can hear start rummaging around in her purse.

"Is mint mojito okay?" Kimberly asks me, earnestly.

"It's perfect, thanks Kimmy." I thank Kimberly, as I hear the wrapper opened and feel the piece of gum pressed against my lips.

"Your, you're welcome!" Kimberly says…while more squeaks.

"You better get going." I say to her and open my eyes finding that the late teens teenager has a blush in her cheeks.

"R-right!" Kimberly takes off but goes into the girls bathroom and I check my jean's pockets, finding a wallet and a set of car keys.

'I can get the jacket some other time.' I internally murmur as I make my way towards the exit that would have me coming out of the school in the parking lot where my Challenger is waiting for me.

Sliding into the nice leather racing seat if the Hellcat, I cup my head in my hands as I review everything I remember from the 2017 movie, the old Mighty Morphin Rangers movie and series…along with some comic knowledge and other Power Rangers series knowledge.

'It sucks that none of the girls can be brought into this universe…and that if I try to use any Starship Troopers tech I'll fail the mission.' I internally and verbally sigh.

"How do I convince Rita to make me the green ranger or take her power coin the woman is an enhanced witch for fucks sake…maybe I could tell her that Lord Drakkon has set his sights on this universe and will kill anyone in possession of the green power coin…" I work through my thoughts aloud and immediately feel like the Drakkon thing is a bad idea knowing Rita, she'd suck his dick to be his slave and help destroy the rangers and get what she wants and try to backstab him later.

Releasing an explosive sigh I start the Hellcat, "Let's just go for a ride…and see if the road can't help me think something up…" I mutter while putting the car in gear…nearly burning rubber while feathering the clutch and the gas, a smirk coming to my lips.

"This is gonna be fun, I'm so sick of electric vehicles and armored transports…" I mutter my smirk turning into a full blown smile, as burn some rubber in the parking lot but start driving responsibly once I turn onto the actual road.

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Cruising around Angel Grove City, seemingly being unconsciously drawn to area of the docks I look down at the radio to change the radio station as it suddenly blares static, I look up just in time to see the front end of my Challenger waffling in on itself as I impact…a vaguely female figure that is mostly skin and bones.

"Oh Fuck me!" I curse as the airbag hits me in the face, and flashes black…coming back to the world a ringing in my ears world blurring and spinning as the strong smell of dead fish and sea water sting my nostrils, my vision clears and I see a pair of inhuman eyes staring into mine blue eyes, that suddenly blaze green and I feel as though I'm being wrapped in a heavy blanket as something is pressed against my chest a language that I recognize from the move but can't understand is chanted and suddenly the compulsion to serve Rita, to worship her, invades my mind.

"Yes, you wish to serve me, to kill the other Rangers, to destroy Zordon." Rita murmurs in English and my vision clears up revealing a rather shapely and beautiful woman in a sexy green outfit...that could pass for armor in a hentai-verse.

"Yes Mistress Rita." My voice rings out but it's hollow and without emotion.

'Damnit this bitch is mind controlling me!' I internally roar as I fight to shove off the blanket concooining me as I feel a forgeing power flooding my system and something sliding over my skin, Rita gets off of me and steps back through her eyes I see my reflection...

'Great...just like the original Tommy...turned into a slave by Rita!' I internally growl as my body moves on it's own to stand up and kneel in front of Rita Repulsa.

'You're going to suffer for this bitch!'

"Good pet..." Rita snickers as the bottoms of her armor disappear from her legs and hips exposing her sex.

"Service me!" Rita commands and my body moves on it's own burying my face between her thighs, my tongue flicking out to pleasure her.

I release a bestial roar in my mind while imprisoned in my own body.