Dream

Grountin beamed with pride, thoroughly delighted at the vengeance successfully sought upon his family. He went onward to dispatch the rest of his hometown in a similar manner. Then, finally, he awoke from the dream he considered the second-most-pleasant to date.

"Well, hyuhhhhh, time to go make my dreams a reality. Hahahaaa!" Grountin chuckled in contemplation.

It was daylight again, and as Grountin rose to his feet, there were multiple dead bugs that fell off his chest into the grass in which he had lain last night.

Brushing off small bits of insect gore sticking to his pecs, he entertainingly remarked, "Guess I really am a bug zapper. Haha!"

He began walking with a somewhat brisk pace, eagerly anticipating his hometown's reaction to their wanton destruction.

"No survivors," he murmured to himself. "All of you are gonna be grounded permanently."

He arrived, truly disappointed by the sight before him. The town was practically in ruins.

"Looks like somebody beat me to it," complained Grountin in disgust. "Rudimentary work." He spun slowly in a circle, witnessing a multitude of former fellow townspeople gather around him, and then muttered to himself, "Way too many survivors."

"Grountin, is-is that really you?" his mother asked, trembling.

He stared at her in disbelief, snidely commenting, "Obviously. Now what happened here and why are you all kneeling to me?"

Amidst the vibrant, blue flags and accessories being laid at his feet, one of his friends turned his head up towards Grountin to clearly explain, "We didn't know how much we neededja. I guess we all got a little too used to the blue spark, y'know?"

Grountin giggled uncontrollably, moving his hands about his body like he was frisking himself. After a minute, he calmed himself enough to inquire, "What could that possibly mean?"

"We are all blue spark, uh, addicts," his mother elaborated ashamedly. "It felt so good to make it come out!" Then, she whispered closely and quietly enough with her hand next to her mouth so that nobody else could hear her, "Hey, honey, do you think I could take you somewhere private and whip a blue spark outta you a couple hundred times? Please? I'll make your favorite beans and ri-"

"Heck, no!" blasted Grountin, blue sparks rising from his chest.

"There they are!" some random crowd member shrieked, pointing at him.

One of them, as he was racing towards Grountin, clamored, "Me first! I called dibs!"

The remainder of his grovelers also began madly dashing towards Grountin in the hopes of scoring a blue spark for themselves.

"Quit it!" yelled Grountin, watching that first man who touched him become instantly disintegrated with an azure burst.

Everybody stopped after witnessing him disappear right in front of their eyes, just now remembering what else Grountin's blue sparks could do.

His mother cried, "I thought you had that under control! Oh, gosh! What are we going to do now?!"

"You can all back the heck off me for now! You're taking all the fun outta this," Grountin chastised.

"Grountin, please," begged one of his friends, "we really do need a spark. Come on, for old times' sake. We used to be friends, right? I can grab a whip, if the only way to get it is- is-" ceasing once he noticed Grountin grimace.

Grountin scowled at him, muttering, "Used to be friends is right." He then addressed the entire crowd, "I originally came here to put you all outta your misery." Most of the crowd was aghast after hearing that as he cackled, "Ahhahahaaa! I was actually gonna put most of you into more misery than you'd ever had! Hahahaa!" He throat-cleared, then finished, "Anyway, after seeing how much you guys need me and destroyed the town, I figured tha-"

"We didn't destroy the town," some lady that looked familiar to Grountin interrupted matter-of-factly. "It was those stupid Grounders!"

"Yeah, that's right!" agreed a second person.

"They're evil!" shouted a third.

Grountin sighed in confusion holding his forehead, then asked, "Who are these, uh, Grounders, you call them?"

"Well," his mother explained, "they are your enemies. They think you're a menace."

Grountin boomed, "You're all my enemies! You've been treating me like a menace since I was a child! Many of you have personally grounded me! Doesn't that make you grounders? What makes them any different from you?!"

"I think you're a wonderful boy, honey," his mother nervously, slowly approached him. "You gave us those blue sparks for so many years." She reached her hand outward to touch him, halting just an inch away from his hand, asking timidly, "Would it be okay to just have a teeny-tiny bit of spark?" A panic-stricken, eye-widening look flashed across her face before she regained her pleasant composure, adding, "Without dying, please."

Grountin met her slightly terrified stare with his own confident, vindictive one; peacefully asking, "What do I get outta this?"

His mother's face lit immediately, as she outbursted, "Whatever you want, honey! Seriously, anything. You just name it. Now can I please have a spark?"

"Wait," Grountin said with a smirk on his face, "you're saying that you'd give me anything? Literally anything?"

"Yes, honey! Now please pick quickly so we can all get a spark," she desperately pleaded. "Anything, honey, okay?"

Grountin laughed heartily, "Ahhahahahaha! Okay then. I want to be able to curse around you."

"Done, dammit!" she responded. "Anything else, honey?"

He continued, "I want to try steak."

"Oh, of course!" his mother chimed. "Anything to keep you big and strong and full of electricity."

"Aaand," added Grountin, "I want to tell Annie that I like her, too."

"That sounds wonderful!" Grountin's mother said to his surprise, considering that she was the green-haired classmate to whom he confessed his feelings at five-years-old. "Shoot. If you have kids, there might be more blue sparks to go around!" she excitedly exclaimed, having passed Grountin's test.

The rest of the surrounding group's faces gradually brimmed with cheer upon the realization of the apparent truth within her words. Grountin noticed this and decided to try to take advantage.

"Haha! If that's really how you feel," he snickered, then pointed at a beautiful lady on her knees in the second row, "then you, take all your clothes off."

The lady quickly did as she was requested without question or hesitation while everybody watched; other men glad to be a part of this amalgamation for two reasons now; and once she finished removing her panties, she asked while simultaneously tossing them to the side, "Can I have a blue spark now?"

"Well," Grountin said, amazed at his control over them and impressed with the woman's body, "you can come get your spark." As she approached, he put up his hand, suggesting that she stop, then specified, "After you suck my dick."

"Okay!" she expressed jubilantly, to Grountin's shock.

As the gorgeous, nude woman started to undo Grountin's pants, somebody else in the crowd impatiently inquired, "What about the rest of us?"

Grountin, with his hand on the back of the naked lady's head, vigorously pumping back and forth in her throat as she gagged repeatedly, offhandedly remarked, "Yeah, yeah. If you're a female, stay here and wait your turn. I'll get to the dudes later."

The crowd murmured amongst themselves angrily as Grountin kept humping the woman's head, refusing to look at her as she started barfing.

"Umm, Grountin," his mother, both bewildered by her son's sexual deviancy and anxious for a fix of azure lightning, cautiously asked whilst twiddling her thumbs and looking away from his crotch activity, "I'm a female, but, you know. What should I do?"

"What do you think?!" Grountin shouted while holding the lady's head down so deep, her lips were against his ballsack. Loudly enough to be heard over her choking on his penis, he commanded, "If you're not gonna suck on this dick to get a spark, then get lost for now!"

Nobody moved; not the married women, not the men, nor even his mother.

"What th- did you people hear me?!" Grountin questioned them irately. "If you're gonna suck my dick for a spark, line up behind this woman and take all your clothes off!"

Every single person in the crowd did exactly as instructed; all the betrothed, all the males; even his own biological mom; literally zero exceptions.

"What the hec- I mean, hell?" asked Grountin, finally letting the woman gasp for air. "Oh, right. You're not gonna keep going if I don't- there you go," he stated non-chalantly as he took a small piece of her negativity from her.

The naked, pretty lady moaned in ecstacy, making all of the only recently naked people behind her jealous, but quivering in excitement. She then voluntarily started gulping Grountin's cock as deeply and rapidly as she could, doing everything to keep her gag reflex from interrupting.

Taking a very brief break, she asked after another minute of pleasing him, "Can I have another one of those?"

Grountin grinned mischievously, replying, "Sure," as he grabbed the back of her head and started slamming it into his stomach. He inquired, "Aren't you my old babysitter?" After she nodded "yes" whilst keeping his member inside her oral cavity, he proudly whispered to himself, "Cool."

Since she was vomiting every other time he shoved his penis into her esophagus, he looked away from her again, not particularly finding it arousing. He viewed the ruined town, marveling at the destructive work of the so-called Grounders. He saw the holes that littered the walls still standing, many of them having large chunks missing with char marking their edges. Pieces of rubble were either entirely shattered nearly beyond recognition or in formations appearing as if the building from which they were did fall from the bottom.

Grountin sighed, reluctantly mentioning to himself, "Well, it's different than the dream." Still forcefully gagging and occasionally sparking the woman with his cock in her throat, he casually admitted to himself, "Though, this is like a dream. Living the dream, indeed." Then, he stopped abruptly; the woman confused, the line growing even more weary; as he realized openly, "Wait. These are bullet holes! An- Explosions?! What happe-"

The beautiful, completely stripped, fellatious woman was shot in the head.