A new Bill | By : vzon20011 Category: +G through L > King of the Hill Views: 12163 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I don't own King of the Hill or it's characters. This is fantasty parody fanfiction. Not for profit, just for fun. Original characters are coincidental of fiction,real, alive, or dead persons. |
The story will contain M/F+, F/F, LOLI, BDSM, N/C, Anal, shota, incest, confinement, water sports. What ever floats my boat that day.
Hey guys this is my first fan fiction, and not for profit. This is fantasy fiction parody. Don't try these ideas. I wanted to write something for awhile. Basically this story is about Bill having enough abuse, and taking some revenge. I try to incorperate some show knowledge into the story. I'll try to edit what goes where with the tags. Look below this to see Chapter tags.
Chapter One, Life not worth living.
The alarm had clock buzzed as always early morning. Surprisingly it still works after all these years. It, and everything else in the room was old. Including the owner who reached over to shut it off. 'I shouldn't have stayed up so late last night," he thought. The man said that for years now. Insomnia had taken root for most of his life. He could remember when crying about being sent to bed as a child. Now he wished he could have a restful night's sleep. Forcing himself up to go to the bathroom. Bill turned on the light in the early morning gloom.
A quick look in the mirror showed a pale lump of a man. Bill could still pick out some youthful features. The rest disappointed him. At least he didn't need to look long. He used some water to smooth down his remaining hair. Soap, and a rag for a quick clean up on his face. He didn't need to shave today. His beard grew slow so it gave him up to two days to go without shaving.
Going back into the bedroom. Bill picked up his BDU's he wore for the past week. He thought they'd be good for one more day. He didn't do much to get them dirty. As one of the few remaining Army barbers. His job was to cut hair, and sweep. He first joined the Army as a tanker. Yet things happen so he was lucky to have been a barber for most of these years.
Bill headed toward the front of the house. Noticing build up here, and there of dust balls. "One Day I should clean up the house," he thought. "It hasn't been done since she left me." He went into the kitchen, and smelled the trash before seeing it. "I should take that out, but don't feel like it now." Pushing aside his beer in the refrigerator to get the milk for his cereal. He realized he forgot to shop for some on the way home. "Oh well, I can always stop someplace to buy what I want for breakfast." It was almost time to go to work. Bill looked around the house to see if he needed anything to buy. Being a bachelor, and his time in service helped him put a lot in savings. He didn't spend money crazy like he did when he was younger. Maybe that's why she left him. He tried to avoid looking at certain places in the house. Places he, and she shared. Places where a family should have been, but will never be.
Bill walked out of his house shutting the door behind him. He never locked it. There was nothing worth stealing in his home. Besides, the neighbors are always watching, and sometimes he will come home to drunk to unlock the door himself. Hank his neighbor has told him he wouldn't help him anymore. The car Bill drove was a grey monster of a Cadillac that hadn't been washed, and waxed in years. At one time women would had done anything for a ride in it. Now they avoid looking at it. Afraid to make eye contact with the owner. "I should fix it up, or sell it," thought Bill. He'll put it on his to do list.
A giggle had came from the Souphanousinphone's house. Bill stood at his car watching Minh, and Kahn Souphanousinphone standing next to their black BMW. Kahn was leaving for his job that was three hours away. The Souphanousinphone were Asian's from Laos, and had done very good for themselves since coming to America. They were both embraced in a passionate kiss. Minh was wearing a pink bathrobe that was partially open, and off her right shoulder. Her bare right leg was wrapped around her husband's left leg of his business suit. Kahn used his left hand to grab her right breast, and play with it. Bill could see the different skin shades of Minh's body. Here face was a darker brown than her chest, and legs. The little bit of nipple exposed between Kahn's hand showed it was black as a Hershey kiss. With one last tweak of the nipple Minh giggled again. Then went "EEEEk" slamming her robe shut staring across the street at Bill. Kahn followed her look seeing Bill watching them.
" Hey hillbilly you enjoy the show?! " Kahn shouted loud enough to wake the neighborhood. " Maybe you want me to put you on another one!?" Kahn grabbed his crotch, and started dancing around his driveway. Bill took that as his cue to leave. Hopeing his car would start, and not stall out while this fruitcake was still at home. He had a thought of backing his car over Kahn, but dismissed it. He wasn't a violent man. He hated confrontation with people. Bill breathed a sigh of relief as he was going down the street. He could still see Kahn dancing, and holding his crotch at him.
End of chapter One.
While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.
Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!
Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo