My Dark and Fucked Reality Thanks to a Sonic Cartridge
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I - The Encounter
One day, I was bored and lonely, as usual. It was eerily quiet around here. Almost dead silence. I decided to step out of the house and go exploring or something. I got dressed and taped my penis down, because I just can never seem to contain my raging 10 inch erection anymore, and stepped out the door. It was a beautiful sunny day, and it's peaceful and quiet, with nothing but the sound of birds chirping. As I continued on my walk, I began to hear some commotion further down the street- a yard sale! Now, I've had my fair share of bad experiences with yard sales and flea markets... but you never know what you may find.
I finally approached the yard sale. It was run by this balding millennial looking guy, and there were a few people looking around. I shifted my eyes around looking for a potential buy, until I spotted a Sega Genesis game cartridge. I walked towards it and what do you know? It's a copy of "Not For Resale", featuring Sonic the Hedgehog! And this time, nothing about the cartridge looked strange... except for the cum stain on the back, but still. No blood stains, no torn label, no marker, none of that Creepypasta bullshit. Only $3, too! I purchased it right on the spot. Boy, I got so excited, that my erection grew so strong that it tore the tape off and stood nice and strong.
I ran back home all giddy and hard. My penis flapped around as I ran and the sensation was almost enough to make me ejaculate in my pants. Luckily, I am a super mega sex expert, and I really know a lot about edging, so I managed to contain it. As I stepped in the door, I realized that I didn't even have a Sega Genesis. So, I closed my eyes real tight. I imagined a nice sexy model 1 Sega Genesis in my head and tried my hardest to will it into existence. After some time, I felt something growing rapidly in my belly. Then, I felt it slowly stretching out my esophagus as it crawled through. Eventually, it makes its way into my mouth, and I vomit it out of my body. Lo and behold, it was a Sega Genesis, first model, albeit covered in blood and stomach acid. I wiped it clean and took a nice look at it. Dear lord, it was beautiful. Extension port and a discrete YM2612... I nearly reached down my pants to pleasure myself... but, it wasn't the time for that...
I plugged the console in, put the cartridge in, and powered it on.
II - The Game? (you lost)
I was greeted with the Sega logo, but the chant didn't play... instead a deep voice clip played. It was hard to make out, but I think it said something about wanting to strap me down to a chair and tease my penis for hours while I beg to be allowed to cum. As hot as that sounded, that definitely wasn't right. I thought that it was a glitch, so I powered off the console and checked for any remaining stomach acid and blood that might be clogging the cartridge port. The thing is that I cleaned it very thoroughly, so there wasn't. It was peculiar, but I decided to brush it off as some kind of weird quirk, and powered the console back on. The Sega logo showed up again, but this time a DIFFERENT voice clip played. This time I believe it said something about chaining me to a wall and slowly cutting my skin up and letting my blood drip to a cold floor. At first, I was wondering why the game was reciting my deepest, darkest fantasies to my face, but I realized that it was probably a side effect of getting so aroused by the thought of getting a model 1 Genesis. I accepted that and moved on with the game.
The title screen showed up. Sonic wasn't there though. Instead, it was... Cream the Rabbit? Did someone just flash a ROM hack onto a chip and put it in the cartridge shell? I guess so. I pressed start, and I noticed that for a split second, the screen turned into an image of Danny Phantom jerking off to 9/11. It was absolutely bizarre and it freaked me out for a second. I decided to just ignore that and keep playing. As the game started, the title card showed up... but it said "BLOOD PEE ISLE ZONE"? Once the stage loaded up, the colors were all messed up, and instead of rings, there were Yugioh cards??? Also, I wasn't even playing as Cream the Rabbit, I was playing as Sonic, but his head was replaced with some weird metallic tap looking thing. Maybe it was just a funky cock ring. Also, there were a bunch of random faces plastered everywhere, like the guy from Malcolm in the Middle and Hannah Montana. I had no idea what I was even looking at.
Out of curiosity, I continued to play the game. I encountered more strange things, like randomly placed spikes, and also George W. Bush?? I also learned that this was possibly some sort of abstract advertisement for something called GameTap, because when I beat the stage, it told me to go to the website. I tried to go on that website, but it appears that it's gone? How mysterious. Anyways, I played further, and I got to the boss. It was the guy from fucking Nickelback, and one of their fucking horrible songs started playing. I cried. I hated it. Nickelback makes me want to shove a screwdriver down my urethra while shoving a jar up my ass. I beat the shit out of that guy.
The next stage started, and for some reason, I wasn't in Marble Zone. Instead, it just said "FUCK YOU". That was so mean. I cried again. I screamed at the television to give me an apology. Nothing happened. I kept playing and I realized that the stage was just Marble Zone anyways... until I got to the end of the first act. Things got even weirder and scarier. After 10 seconds of darkness, a really loud and incoherent voice clip played. I guess it did hear me after all. Boy was I upset.
But none of that compares to what happened next.
III - An Awakening
An image of Tinky Winky from the Teletubbies appeared on the screen. A clip of Tinky Winky's voice started speaking to me. "Hey, boy, that's quite the erection you have there... it's a shame that you have no one to share it with..." At that point, I accepted that the game could see and hear me and respond back. I conceded with the point they made. I said, "yeah... it's quite depressing, really. God deadass gave me such a huge penis and a high sex drive, but wouldn't allow me to utilize it for anything except self pleasure..." Tinky Winky pondered on what I said. "You know... you can clearly see that I can see you and hear you... but, get ready for this..." Tinky Winky appeared to step closer and soon enough, he was coming out of the television. I wasn't even shocked, to be honest. Not even the first time that's even happened. Tinky Winky flashed me a seductive look. He clearly wanted to see my package. "Let's see it, boy...", he whispered. Honestly, I was so starved for sex that I pulled down my pants without hesitation.
"My my... that's big... mmm yesss, that's a stick alright...", Tinky Winky exclaimed as he stared at my impressive dong. "Can I... touch it?" "Why the hell not?" Tinky Winky then began to gently grab my dick, and slowly stroked it. My god, I would be lying if I said it didn't feel amazing. The feeling of another person's hand on me was so exciting. "Tell me your deepest desires... I wanna hear all about it..." he seductively said. "Well... I've always wanted to be pinned down by a partner... become their slave... let them have their way with me... punish me real hard if I don't behave... constantly edge me... I want to be tortured. I want to be torn apart even. I want to be punished. I want a slow death sentence." "Mmmm, yeah, boy... I think I can arrange that..." At that moment, Tinky Winky pinned me down to the floor, gripping my wrists really tight. "I'm gonna do all kinds of things to you..." he whispered in my ear. He then slowly started licking my cheeks and made his way to my lips, and kissed me passionately. His tongue teased mine for 24.5325 seconds, and then he got up and started dragging me down to my basement.
Tinky Winky grabbed some chains and tied me to my wall. Dear God, I was on Cloud Nine. I couldn't believe I was living my fantasy. I didn't expect to be doing it with a Teletubby that came out of my television from a game cartridge I found at a yard sale, but there I was... "I want you to violate me as much as you please..." Tinky Winky then began to rip my shirt off. He began to lick and nibble on my nipples. He twisted his tongue around my stiff nipples and gently squeezed them with his teeth. That lasted for 69.420592 seconds, before he started dragging his tongue towards my belly button. "You've been bad, haven't you..." he says to me. "Yes, Tinky Winky, I've been the baddest boy in the neighborhood. I need you to punish me."
He stepped back and then pulled out a scalpel from his asshole. I didn't realize that Teletubbies carried stuff up their anus, but it is what it is, I suppose. He took his scalpel and poked it through my belly. He dragged it around, spelling the word "BAD" on my belly. It hurt so good. I felt my blood slowly dripping out of me. Tinky Winky then began to suck some blood out of me. My erection became so hard that it poked Tinky Winky in the face. "Oh, you're being quite rude, my dear... poking things where they don't belong... you need a bigger punishment..." He began to stab random parts of my body. The pain was excruciating, but I loved every single second of it. All 12.53 seconds.Out of his asshole, he pulled out a buzzsaw. He plugged it in and he began to saw off my member. In 7.45 seconds, it was completely sawed off of me. At that point, I realized that it was going too far. I wanted to get hurt, but not like that. I didn't want to lose my pleasure stick. I screamed out in pain and begged Tinky Winky to stop. The unfortunate part was that we forgot to establish a safe word, so he interpreted that as pleasure and continued to violate me.
Tinky Winky buried his face in the wound between my legs. He licked what remained for a good 14.548573498579483579487597834 seconds. What he did after was just appalling.
IV - Life...?
Tinky Winky then started to jam his hands into my wound. He started carving a hole from inside of me. This wasn't fun anymore. This was complete and utter torture. I wanted it to end, but I was completely powerless. Tinky Winky then grabbed the penis that he stole from me. With his scalpel, he cut a hole between his legs, and stitched the penis onto him. Tinky Winky then grabbed a packet of Pop Rocks. He opened the package and grabbed some rocks. He started laying them around in the carved hole he put inside of me. Dear Lord, it hurt like Hell. The sensation was constant, yet absolutely indescribable.
He then grabbed some more Pop Rocks and placed them all over "his" member. Without hesitation, he then trusted inside my wound. He thrusted back and forth for what seemed like eternity. I had lost track of time. I lost my ability to get a specific timing of how long something lasts. The pain was too much. I wanted it to end, but it just kept going and going. Eventually, though, he did pull out. He then cut a larger hole on the tip of the penis and then poured the rest of the Pop Rocks down it. He inserted himself back in and continued to have his way with me. After a while, he began to moan louder and louder. Soon enough, he was ejaculating inside of me. Hot sticky liquid filling up my hole with Pop Rocks flying everywhere inside. Imagine the sensation of pouring lava down a vaginal cavity. That's what I was feeling, but 50 times worse.
Tinky Winky pulled out and then slowly kissed me and finally unchained me. He then dragged me back upstairs. "I hope that was serviceable! I must return back to where I came from! Buh-bye!" He then went back inside the television, and then the power went out. I quickly reached for my cell phone and dialed 9-1-1. All I recall is that I screamed bloody murder into the phone, and soon enough, I was in an ambulance. I blacked out.
After a while, I woke up in the hospital, unsurprisingly with no visitors. The doctor gave me a concerned look. "Sir, I don't know how to tell you this... but you are pregnant." To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I didn't even know how to process that information. Somehow, Tinky Winky managed to carve a womb inside of me and planted a fertilized egg?? At that moment, I felt another intense pain. I could feel something rapidly growing inside of me. It eventually felt like I was going to burst... and then... and then... I felt whatever was inside me slowly exiting out through my wound. It was extremely painful. I could feel the Pop Rocks inside of me making it so much worse. I screamed out and I became surrounded by doctors, witnessing the horror that was unfolding in front of them. I tried my hardest to push it out. After 2.1424532 hours of pain, screaming, and pushing...
I had given birth... to a Pop Rocks baby. The baby started to cry for 45.76463 seconds...
and then... it stopped breathing.
The physical pain had lessened after that, but I couldn't even begin to tell you the mental scarring that took place. I still can't comprehend what the fuck happened. I was effectively violated by a Teletubby that came out of my television, somehow impregnated me with a mixture of FUCKING POP ROCKS, and I gave birth to a baby made out of Pop Rocks that only lived a short time before taking its last breath in my arms.
V - The End
Some time had passed. I had my wounds properly taken care of and I was eventually discharged. But, what happened that day completely wrecked me emotionally. Every day since has just been constant Hell. The images won't leave my brain. I can't function properly anymore. I can't do this anymore. I'm in so much debt now from the hospital bills. I lost my job. I'm on the verge of losing my house.
This is the part where I tell you why I have written all this. This is pretty much my suicide note. If you are reading this, then it's too late. I'm gone from this world. If you were in my position, you would understand why, so don't be going out about hotlines and all that crap. It's over for me. It would be better for me to just end it all and stop the horrors than to put myself into even more debt trying to fix it.
This is also effectively a warning. DO. NOT. RANDOMLY. TRUST. YARD. SALES. IF YOU BUY A GAME FROM ONE, THEN IT'S POSSIBLE THAT IT'S HACKED AND YOU'LL END UP GETTING DAMAGED BEYOND HUMAN COMPREHENSION LIKE I WAS.
With that... I leave this world.
Goodbye.
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