King of the Hill: A Turtle Problem

Part I

Arlen Texas, the days were hot, the beer was cold, and the steak was grilled to perfection over a propane grill. It was a normal day for Hank Hill, he'd woke up and gone to work, come home and drank a few Alamo Beers with his good buddies in the alley, and then grilled some delicious dinner for him and his family. What wasn't normal, though, was how the day would end.

Hank sat down in the den with Peggy and Bobby, watching a rerun of Jag on TV, when he heard a strange sound outside.
"Damn it, I tell you what, what in the name of... what could that be?"

Hank got up from his chair and peeked out the door of the kitchen into the back yard, but nothing was there. While he was up, he decided to go use the bathroom, as he'd had a few beers previously.

"Damn narrow urethra, been standin' here for got'dang 5 minutes... I tell you what."

After hank was finally done, he walked down the hall back to the living room and noticed the TV wasn't on and the room was dark. As he slowly crept into his living room, he could smell an odd must, like that of feet and pizza. He made it to the end of the hallway and peeked his head out, but it was too dark to see anything.

"Peggy, Bobby? Turn the got'dang lights back on!"

He heard no response, and a chill ran down his back, like a leak on a freshly cleaned propane tank. Hank slowly put one foot in front of another as he felt around the room trying to find the light switch. A faint giggle was heard behind him, and Hank realized this meant "bitniss." He found the switch and flipped it quickly. He could feel the breath of something behind him, something bigger than Peggy, Bobby, or Buck Strickland himself.

"You guys, I tell ya'what, if this is your idea of some got'dang prank, I'm gonna give you one chance to back off and cut the crap before I get mad. When I turn around, got'dang it, I tell ya'what, ya'better be gone and sittin'down, boy I tell ya'what. On the count of 3. 1... 2... 3..."

Hank quickly turned around, and let out a loud "BWAHAHAHA" at the sight of what now stood in front of him. The smell was now very strong and overpowering, but not powerful enough to distract him from what stood in front of him. He stood over six foot tall, had practically no clothes on, had a big wide grin, and two sets of nunchucks in his belt.

"This is gonna be radical, dude," said Michelangelo softly. His grin grew into a teeth exposed, all-out smile.

One more "BWHAHAHA" and a "Get your got'dang hands off me, you demon!" the fun was starting. Mikey smacked the propane out of Hank's head with his nunchuck, sending him flying to the ground. Everything went dark for him, and a while later he awoke in his garage. He quickly noticed he was tied and gagged. He squirmed there trying to get out of the restraints, and noticed both Peggy and Bobby were gagged and tied up as well. He lied there a while, reflecting on his previous interaction with the creature he'd seen.

"Wake up, dorks! Time for some tubular fun!" Mikey shouted out, echoing through the garage. He paced around, checking on them all, making sure they were awake. He then grabbed Peggy and sat her on the bench.

"Listen here, big-foot. If you scream once, I'll fucking kill you and your whole family. Don't think I won't! Radical, bitch!" He then ripped the gag from Peggys mouth, while tears ran down her masculine face and dripped onto her shirt, getting it nice and wet for Mikey. A muffled "put her down," or something similar was heard coming from Hank's mouth. He looked like his eyes were about to pop out of his head. Mikey quickly kicked him in the stomach before proceeding with Peggy. Puke filled Hank's mouth and covered the gag. Mikey was getting turned on.

Mikey turned back around to Peggy and looked her in the eyes. She'd never seemed so upset to Hank, yet the lack of expression on her face contradicted that.

"Let's play a little game, Mrs. Hill. I'm gonna ask you a question, if I like your answer, I'll let you live and we can pretend this never happened. If I don't, well, you'll see."

Peggy nodded in agreement, looking down at the now terrified Bobby.

"Alright, you ugly bitch. Where's your fucking pizza?"

"We, we don't have any here..", Peggy mumbled as her eyes began to water up again.

"Wrong answer, bitch!" Mikey yelled out, smacking her in the face with all three of his digits. Blood shot from her mouth and onto Bobby's innocent little face. Mikey's dick started to get hard, and he wasn't afraid to show it.

"W-well what was I su-supposed to say?"

"Tell me where I can get a slice of gnarly pie around here, bitch. You've got a strike against you, I'll give you one more chance."

"We… go to a place here in Arlen, it's called "Captain Bear's Pizza"... it's, it's for kids! Please don't go there!"

Mikey turned around a took a few steps toward the garage door. He then turned back around and grinned at Peggy.

"Wrong again, bitch", Mikey happily said out loud. He heard both Hank and Bobby try and yell out as he took two fast steps toward Peggy, then kicking her in the head with lightning fast ninja speed. Her head exploded onto the wall behind her, covering Hank's tools in blood and brain. Not a sound could be heard from the other two, the shock of what just happened had them speechless, just the way Mikey liked it. He pushed over the now decapitated corpse and took her pants off, then her shirt, and threw her on the floor.

"Radical! Isn't this fun, little cow-dudes! I've got a new game now, I love games, especially super rad games! Now, let's get jiggy, dudes! In this game, little Bobby bro here is going to put the moves on momma Peggy, and if I don't like it, his brain is going to be on the wall too! Excellent!"

Mikey then undressed Bobby and untied him just enough so that he could crawl around, but the gag remained present. Bobby's tears looked so sweet to Mikey, but he couldn't stand the sound of him being upset. Mikey cocked his arm back and smacked the fuck out of Bobby's mouth. The tears mixed with blood and Mikey's dick grew harder.

"Get down there and tear up that cooch, little man!" Mikey then began rubbing his big green shaft up and down, using Peggy's bloody brain to keep it lubed.

Bobby slowly mounted his mom, though he wasn't experienced, he knew deep inside this is something he'd dreamt of a long time, and jacked-off to often. His little dong was already rock hard, and the sight of his mother's unshaved vagina had the pre-cum oozing from his cock already. He slowly inserted his cock into his decapitated mother, loving every second of it. Hank couldn't stop staring at the act, about his own child fucking his now dead wife's body.

In nearly no time, Bobby had spent his load, and made Mikey very, very happy.
"Little dude, you're alright! You go sit over there, I've got one more game to play." Mikey looked over at Hank. "You're gonna like this, Mr. Hill, you just wait!"