Curious George and The Man in the Yellow Hat

DISCLAIMER! Some of these characters are not my own, all rights reserved to the original producers of the show, Curious George. Also trigger warning, this story contains themes that many would find disturbing, and contains themes such as suicide, murder, and sexual activity. You have been warned. Enjoy.

"You've been very naughty George... do you need to be punished?"

George wakes up hot and sweaty to his alarm going off without end. "What an annoyance, ruined  a perfectly good dream." He swiftly jumps out of bed and begins to clean up his sweat that was dripping off of him during the night. The man in the yellow hat softly knocks with his masculine hands. "George, can I come in?" he said in a soft, raspy voice. George felt butterflies flutter throughout his entire body. "Y-yes!" The man in the yellow hat walks in and glances at George's bed before saying, "There is someone that I would like you to meet today." George's heart sank all the way to his stomach. He pushed his conclusions to the side and reassured himself it wouldn't  be anyone THAT important. "Oh, who is it?" George says in a calm and collected voice, hiding his emotions well. "Well, you'll see." The man in the yellow hat says with a slight hesitation. After the man in the yellow hat leaves to go make breakfast, George then sneaks into the bathroom and turns the shower handle. He then opens one of the loose tiles and pulls out his polaroids, that he managed to capture of the man in the yellow hat, while he was taking a shower.  He gazed at them with soft and pleased eyes. He slowly put his hand into his pants and slowly pulled out his now extremely hard ding dong. He cupped it in his hand and began softly stroking, while his eyes were locked on those photos. He felt his breath get shorter and sweat drip down the side of his face as he slapped his hand in front of his mouth to conceal his heavy moans. His strokes began to get harder and faster until he finally climaxed onto the bright blue bathroom tiles. He felt his thick warm juice flow throughout him and eventually flowing out. He then sighed and looked down at these polaroids he had gathered. "Oh man in the yellow hat, if only you knew..." George looked up and uttered "You will be mine." 

George and the man in the yellow hat got in the car and began driving to the local brunch place. They arrived at the restaurant, a beautiful venue with gorgeous blossoming flowers, and a comforting, glimmering atmosphere. George let his mind wander as he sat down at a table of three, but noticed one seat was empty. He put his head in the clouds and began to daydream, and replay the countless fantasies he has in his head. His dreamy thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a feminine voice. "George? George are you there?" George jerked his head up and saw a female figure standing before him. "Hi George, I'm Prescilla." The woman said with a warm grin. George look confused, and glanced at the man in the yellow hat before the woman corrected herself. "Oh, how rude of me. I guess the man in the yellow hat never mentioned me, I am his girlfriend." George sat there in shock. Those four words stabbed through his heart and pierced it mercilessly. "O-oh" he said as he tried to collect the countless thoughts racing through his mind. He sat up and said "Ooh ooh ah ah, nice to meet you." As he slumped back into his chair, his mind racing with intrusive thoughts. The rest of the brunch, he was completely zoned out, crouched in his chair, shame filling up his mind. Prescilla felt bad, and put her arm around George. This shocked George, and outraged him. His anger boiled in his skin and he eventually burst. He shouted with anger at Prescilla and the man in the yellow hat, and threw plates of food and stood up, and flipped the entire table over. He was infuriated and yelled at the top of his lungs countless hateful words. "I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!" was the last words he said before stomping away into the parking lot. Everyone was now staring at the massacre that had just occurred, and the man in the yellow hat felt extremely embarrassed. Prescilla sat there in disbelief that it had just happened right in front of her. 

They apologized and payed for everything, before walking into the parking lot. George was sitting there in a puddle full of guilt. Prescilla got in her car and drove away. The man in the yellow hat sat there with George. He put his arm around George, and in that instant George felt safe, and happy. He felt comforted, loved and cared for. He looked up with tears in his eyes, and locked eyes with the man in the yellow hat. George looked at him with gleam in his eyes, and the man in the yellow hat grabbed George's chin and passionately kissed him. They sat in the parking lot sharing this moment. The man in the yellow hat eventually pulled away, and said calmly, "Lets go home now." 

They got into the car, drove home, and walked into their 15th story apartment. George gazed out the window looking at the street below, looking at the beautiful city around him. He looked back into their apartment and saw the man in the yellow hat, wearing nothing but his hat. George stood there, staring at what he saw before him. The man in the yellow hat strut up to George and said "You like what you see?" George managed to get in a nod while drool dripped out of his mouth, that was wide open in awe. George slowly got on his knees as the man in the yellow hat begins to thrust his ding dong into George's gaping mouth. George put his hands onto it and began to gave the man in the yellow hat a blowjob. The man in the yellow hat started letting out soft moans, until it was abruptly interrupted by Prescilla bursting in the door with a knife. Prescilla screamed and ran up to George and began stabbing mercilessly. George screamed in pain and the man in the yellow hat stood up with tears on his eyes and attacked Prescilla. They wrestled until the knife was thrown out of her hands across the floor, and Prescilla was completely pinned down. George crawled across the floor and grabbed the knife, and struck it straight into Prescilla's eye socket, piercing her brain. Prescilla's body stopped struggling and she became limp. They stood up bloody and in pain, the man in the yellow hat carrying George in his arms onto their white leather couch. 

George sat there in his arms, tears rolling down his soft cheek. The man in the yellow hat sobbed and held George close to his chest, as they shared their final moments. George looked up at the man in the yellow hat and said, "Ooh ooh ah ah, I've always loved you, you have always held a special place in my heart. You are what I look forward too, you bring light into my life, all I've ever thought about is you. All day and all night I dream about you, fantasize about you, think about you." The man in the yellow hat, teary-eyed, said slowly, "I never thought this would happen, but would you like to recreate those fantasies, George?" George nodded slowly and he bended over. The man in the yellow hat slowly thrusted his hips inside George. George screamed in pleasure letting out one final moan, before falling limp onto the bloody couch. The man in the yellow hat gasped before wailing and crying immensely. He fell to his knees and sobbed with George's bloody dead body in his arms. 

The next day, the man in the yellow hat drove around for hours after setting his apartment on fire. He drove to the Brooklyn bridge and stopped halfway and got out. It was a beautiful day. The sun shined throughout the city and the beautiful water glistened with the reflection. The news was bustling with the story of a man fleeing from the scene of an apartment being set on fire. The man in the yellow hat looked to the sky one more time before taking a deep breath, and when he exhaled, he muttered "I love you George..." before jumping to his death in the water below. 

The End.