King of the Hill Part II: A Turtle Solution
"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!"
Mikey let out a loud whistle and the garage door opened. In walked Leo, Raph, and Donnie. They all sat down in the middle of the garage and sat down a couple pizzas. Mikey closed the door behind them, then sat with them. They began indulging in the delicious pepperoni pizza topped with quail eggs and lamb fries. Hank and Bobby stared at them as they ate like pigs, and the anticipation of what they had planned was nearly giving Hank a heart attack.
The pizza was gone, but they still sat there and joked around, laughing, commenting on Mikey's fine work he had done. Leo got up and sniffed the gooey brain blood and head chunks all over the wall, rubbing his fat green cock. Raph sneaked up behind him, hugging him from behind, and Leo let out a groan of pleasure. Raph bent Leo over and sweet talked him like an Asian parent would sweet talk a new born handicapped child. Raph then began shoving fist-fulls of brain and goo into Leo's asshole, giving him immaculate pleasure that the whole room could feel.
Hank had blacked out, he was dreaming of standing in front of a Charmaster 4000, turning on the propane and throwing some steaks on that bad boy. Maybe a few beers with the guys. Mowing his lawn for a few hours. The smell of Dale's cigarettes were something he missed at that moment, the depression of Bill and his lack of good hygiene, and even the incomprehensible gibberish of Boomhauer. Hank had realized that he'd been taking all the sweet little things about this life that he loved for granted, and now his beloved wife Peggy was gone.
Hank snapped out of it and saw the turtles all fisting each other with pieces of Peggy, hopefully they were distracted enough for him to break free. The smell of his puke repulsed him, but he had to look past it. Hank luckily carried a pocket knife in his back pocket at all times that his father Cotten had given him many years ago. He managed to slide it out of his back pocket and open it with his tied up hands, and then began sawing away at the rope behind him until his hands were free. Though the excitement was hard to handle, he had to keep quiet and hope they didn't notice him trying to escape. Hank pulled the puke covered gag from his mouth and noticed Bobby still in the corner of the room.
Bobby sat there with glimmering eyes, watching the turtles fun in amazement, and Hank could tell Bobby wanted in on the fun.
"The boy ain't right, I tell ya'what…", was the only thought Hank had on the matter.
Luckily, the moaning of the turtles, and the utter screams of Donnie as his ass was demolished with now two fists, was so loud that they would never hear him sneaking out of the back door. He shut the door behind him softly, let out a strong sigh, and started running to his room.
He walked in and locked the door behind him. Quickly, Hank stripped naked and washed off his body quickly, and put on a crisp white cotton t-shirt, a faded pair of blue jeans, and the other usual items.
Hank dropped to his knees at the foot of his bed and put his hands together.
"Dear Lord, I tell ya'what. Please forgive me, for I'm 'bout to sin. Them got'dang turtles got my wife and boy, and I'm gonna set things straight, tell ya'what. Please protect my friends, even Bill, and my tools, and my got'dang propane accessories, boy. Amen."
Hank then reached under his bed and pulled out a heavy box. He stood up and sat it on his bed, and opened the top slowly. As the lid arose, a light began glowing from the inside. Hank shielded his eyes in their bright glory at first until they adjusted, then he took in all their marvelous light. There sat the seven Dragon Balls in all their glory, and Hank knew what he had to do.
