This story is just as much mine as it is Chimera’s, as we wrote it together and has been uploaded with their consent, so please give them some love too for this story.
The character of Stabbies and Rat belong to @FluffyChimera.
This is a new standalone installment in the Billie the Sadist series, The rest of her stories can be found in my masterpost.
Billie was out back behind the MacFeely pub, stomping micros as usual. One of the fuckers stole the five pound she dropped on her way in.
“Ya fookin’ cunts, where’s me money!?” she said before getting down low to check under the bins.
“hey~” an American accent called out from behind the fuming sadist.
“what the fook do you wa-” Billie went to say as she turned, and the sight caused her heart to skip a beat.
Standing before Billie was a short little gremlin of a woman, much like herself.
The girl was 5ft short, messy hair in a chipped and choppy red mohawk with dirty blonde roots shining through. Her tank top looked like it had seen action on several front lines, being just as badly stained as her pants were ripped to shit and just barely clung to her thin frame with a worn and studded belt.
The punk rocker was holding a small knife, but not in a threatening sort of way, but playfully. On the end was a dead micro, skewered with a chewed up five pound note caught in its teeth.
“heh, I think ya missed one” the newcomer giggled, utterly unphased by the blood that dripped from the upheld blade to her hand.
“yeah, that’s mine, give it here” Billie said, getting up.
“kay, but I don’t think they’ll take this” the mystery girl chuckled, picking it out and showing the extent of how terribly gnarled and ripped it truly was by the precocious little shitrats.
“MOTHERFUCKERS!” Billie shouted.
“Pfft, it’s all good, I’ll get you something. I just finished my set inside anyway, so if you come in with me, you’ll get it free” the rocker chick said.
“Why?” Billie asked with a squint.
“Not quick to trust, huh? I get that. You’re kind of fucked, ain’t ya?” she asked, or more accurate, stated.
"Who ain’t? Billie scoffed, slowly getting up from the alleyway floor, “I’m Billie, by the way”.
“hewwo biwwie, namsie am Stabbies!~” the little psycho said in a fluffy mimicked voice, while puppeting the micro’s slacked and loose jaw up and down with her words, before swiftly having it dance and sing to ‘Rag time gal’ like that frog in Looney Toons.
Billie was, in fact, quite fucked in the head, and upon seeing this unstable, knife wielding, human possum of a woman play with a dead fluffy, her briefs got a tad warmer, to say the least.
“C-cool… Let’s go get that drink, yeah?” Billie smiled awkwardly.
The two sat and talked about all sorts of shit, from the mundane to personal hobbies. Then the conversation switched to fluffies:
Billie couldn’t help but notice that stabbies was occasionally picking chips off of their shared plate and dropping it into her jacket’s breast pocket.
“Ok, the fook is that about?” she said, pointing to her new acquaintance’s pocket.
“Ya wanna see Rat?” Stabbies asked before making a big old show of looking around and getting real damn close to Billie.
“Fook yeah, I love rats and little pe-EUGHH!” she paused looking into the pocket to see a gross, grey, dwarf micro, chewing up and stuffing the chips into a tiny pink satchel for a barbie doll, that had been covered in tiny stickers and logos of metal and punk bands. He had the same crooked grin and neon dyed mohawk as his owner.
“He’s fooking hideous” Billie noted.
“I KNOW, RIGHT!?” Stabbies replied giddily, “I taught him to steal cash from under vending machines”.
“huh, well, I guess there’s a use for ya things after all, ya Peter Pettigrew lookin’ fooker”.
“Peta Petta-gwew can num Wat nu-nu stick!” the cheeky little shit ball grinned.
“Oh… I like this one” Billie chuckled, a statement to which Stabbies looked delighted to hear.
“Yeah, turns out the apartment I’m staying at has an infestation of micros and this little fucker made a name for himself as a ‘nummie-thief’ among one of the herds. Apparently he’s small enough and has the balls to actually use the mouse holes without getting eaten, so we struck a deal that he could crash at my place when ‘the fuzz’ is after him if he brought me any cool shiny things” the punk explained, all the while Rat nodded excitedly. “Came back totally sloshed one night to find he made some friends with a plan to kill off one of the herds, so I broke into one of the apartments next door and killed off the runners that they chased out from under the floorboards, hahaa!”.
“Id was su enfin’ bwutaw!” the tiny hooligan added.
“You game of thrones’d a micro herd? Like, full on fookin’ red wedding’d their assess?” Billie inquired, visibly shocked.
“Hahahaa-Yeah!” Stabbies cackled, “You wanna know the real funny thing? It was all their idea! I was just along for the ride! UK micros are fuckin’ hilarious!”.
Billie took a moment to drink it all in. She, the absolute freak that she was, had genuinely found a kindred spiritual.
“That… IS FOOKIN’ AWESOME!” She exploded in excitement, completely forgetting her volume control and turning almost every head in the pub in their direction.
“I KNOW RIGHT?!” Stabbies cackled, matching her energy blow for blow.
Just then, Billie had a wicked idea. “Oi! ya want me to sneak ya into my job? We’ve got this thing called the tower, it’s metal as all fook!” she asked.
“Oh fuck yeah! When?!” was the question in reply.
“Now!”.
After a quick drive, they proceeded to break into Deacon Farms at around 10:40pm. Billie worked at one of the UK’s highest rated fluffy breeders and distributors, and luckily, the doors were all ID card operated to enter the award-winning mill that sat in the heart of a Warehouse, rested upon the Deacon family’s private farm land.
They made their way through the walkways that separated the large pens, all of which housed some of the most beautifully coloured fluffies that Stabbies had ever seen. Then they came to the tower. It was a giant repurposed silo that had been built into the corner of the building and inside was something far beyond Stabbies’ expectations.
A giant industrial grinder sat at the centre of the silo’s floor, with many polycarbonate tubes all ending above it, and occasionally, a pink, fleshy, peeping newborn fluffy foal would tumble down and join the others, resting upon the stainless steel teeth of the twin rollers. Most of them were still and dead, but a fair few on top were still peeping fearfully and in confusion.
“…Woah…” Stabbies said, before then looking up, seeing from where the foal had slided:
The tubes were individually connected to tight, cramped cages that were suspected securely upon the walls, and occupying the majority of these cages were legless and heavily pregnant mares. The cages had holes by where their genitals would be for foal collection, which would land them upon the polycarbonate slide and guide them to the grinder.
“now check this shit out… Feeding time!” Billie grinned before pulling the leaver and setting the grinder to begin slowly pulping the accumulated chirpies. The smooth past was then mixed with preservatives, low quality plant matter, herbs and wheat meal, before 95% of it was funneled to the lower floors to become low grade kibble to feed the rest of the fluffies at the mill and be sold in stores. The mares in the cages however received no such luxury, as the remaining 5% was pumped raw and unaltered, directly down their throats through feeding tubes.
Stabbies listened closely and through all of the gagging and “huuhuuu”-ing, she could hear the speaker on the walls say in the voice of a scolding fluffy mare: “Wowstest mummahs desewb wowstest huwties! Wowstest mummahs desewb wowstest huwties! Wowstest mummahs desewb wowstest huwties!”
“…Fuckin’ sick…” Stabbies said with a grin.
“Yup, and that’s just the t-” Billie attempted to gloat, before the handle of the door behind them started to unlock. “Fuck! Stabbies, get in the fookin’ slurry barrel!” she ordered.
“Is it empty?” she asked while scrambling inside before her answer was given by a loud wet slosh at knee height.
“uh, mostly?” Billie shrugged.
“Billie, the fuck are you doing here?” came out in a familiar south-east English voice, with the most subtle of Scottish twangs behind it. It was Mandy MacFeely, the on site veterinarian and Billie’s friend.
“Me? The fook are YOU doing here?” Billie inquired back.
“Derek wanted me to take a night shift, one of his brood mare’s has a uterus full of tumours and if I can’t save her baby maker, then I at least need to save her… And you, the fuck you doing here?” Mandy glared.
“I… uh… was just… hahahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHA!” Billie exploded, but not towards Mandy, but Stabbies, mocking Mandy from behind with a stealthy mimed stabbing motion, almost as if to say “You want me to take care of her?”.
Mandy caught on, what with the sound of Rat giggling in Stabbies’ pocket, and with being the 6ft1 Boudicca look alike that she was, grabbed the rocker girl’s wrist and began turning to her.
“Alright, cunt, very funny, now get ou-” she went to say. Mandy then looked to Billie, then to Stabbies, then to Billie, then back to Stabbies before letting her go, “Fuck me raw! There are TWO of you now!” Mandy lamented.
The next hour could only be described as the unstable duo following around a tired and overworked Mandy, teasing, prodding, poking, and generally being a nuisance to her as the feisty red head went from pen to pen, making her health rounds, and then following her into the veterinarian office (and operating room).
Mandy proceeded to cut open the cancerous mare and after much careful cutting, the uterus was sliced from the body.
“woa-a-a-ah, Fuckin’ brutal!” Stabbies psyched up in genuine fascination as the screaming mare flailed in her restraints.
“SCREEEEEEE! WOWSTEST HUWTIES! PWEAS MISS MANDEH! PEANU’ BUDDEW NEE SWEEPIE GASSIES! HUUHUUUHUHUUU!”.
“Oh shut the fuck up!” Mandy ordered the hyperventilating mare, “how many times do I have to tell you things that sedation doesn’t work on you, you’d just die” she scoffed. “And you!” she continued, turning to Stabbies, “If you’re going to be up my arse for the rest of the night, then make yourself useful and hold this!” she said, slapping the cancer ridden uterus in her grubby mitts.
“Coooool!” the she-gremlin giggled with wide eyes, “it’s all spongy and shit! Dude! It feels just like tonsils!” she noted while still squeezing the organ.
“Pretty cool right?” Mandy asked with a grin, “I get to do this kind of shit every day!” she boasted, turning with pride, only to find that Stabbies had turned her attention once again to Billie.
“yo, I dare you to eat i-” she went to dare, beaten to punch as Billie ripped the organ from her hands, immediately placed it in her mouth and began tearing into it like a Rottweiler on crack.
“Yeah, be careful with her” Mandy warned the punk rocker, “Billie has never said no to a dare”.
“Hell yeah she won’t!” Stabbies said gleefully, to which Billie punctuated with a loud and disgusting burp.
Stabbies looked down at Peanut Butter and grinned. “Congrats, fuzzface, yer never having babies again~”
“Huuhuuu… Pweas Miss Mandeh, Peanu’ Buddew weawy WEAWY nee sweepies an stitchies naow!” Peanut Butter interrupted.
“No gas, remember? Just grit your teeth and think of handsome studs, or something” Mandy sighed, trying very apathetically to calm the mare, before digging her sewing needles into the fluffy’s abdomen.
“Yeah~ Think about the studs!” Stabbies smiled mischievously towards the frightened ex-brood mare, “The studs that’ll never give you babies. Cause you’re just an enfie-mare now”.
“Stabbies! That’s fookin’ cruel to tell her…” Billie gasped while wiping the pus and gore from her face, before turning to the ginger vet, “Mandy, you’ve just been demoted, Stabbies is my new best bitch now!” she teased.
Stabbies looked visibly elated to hear that she was anyone’s “best bitch”, genuinely starry in the eyes at Billie’s statement.
“Great, great, whatever” Mandy dismissed with a blood stained hand “Go bump uglies in the utility closet and LET ME WORK!” she barked before turning around, grabbing both of the she-Goblins by the ear and throwing them out of her office.
As Stabbies was pushed out of the room, she turned to the whimpering mare with a shit eating grin. "Pussy up, Peanut Butter! This is the least painful thing you could ever deal with in life! Believe me, it can be SO much worse!"
“Pffft, true that” Billie scoffed with a half chuckle as she lit two cigs and passed one to her new friend, to which the punk rocker gladly accepted.
“Your friend, Mandy’s a real peach. Kinda reminds me of Dakota” she smiled.
Billie took a long drag before turning to Stabbies, “she likes ya, by the way. If she didn’t, ya’d be pulling a scalpel out of ya arse right about now”.
“Haha, I figured~ What doesn’t say friendship more than shoving warm organs into each other’s hands~?” she replied playfully. “So, what do you actually do 'round here?” she inquired while trying to blow smoke rings, to very little success.
“as for me and my job, I scare fluffies into behaving themselves… check this shite out” Billie grinned as she walked past a pen of stallions and loudly cleared her throat, just enough to wake them.
The quintet of stallions quickly stood tall towards the head disciplinary and smiled. “HEWWO MADAM BIWWIE! AN PWEASUW TU SEE YEW GAIN!” they declared in near perfect unison.
“pretty cool, right?” Billie grinned proudly.
“That… Is probably the freakiest thing I’ve ever seen 'em do… How’d you do that??” Stabbies asked with a raised eyebrow.
“you’ve read 1984, right?” Billie asked with way too much enthusiasm.
“Uhh…” was the appropriate response from Stabbies.
“that’s what we do here, but with fluffies. They are constantly made paranoid that they are being watched. They will turn over troublemakers, and will even kill on command. That’s why the price tag is high. We don’t just guarantee a pretty coat, we guarantee a good and loyal temperament”
“Dude… You’re fuckin’ Big Brother and always watching them?! That’s so fucked ahahaha!” Stabbies cackled.
“now watch this… Boys, 43-246 here has been caught touching colts, what should be done with him? You know the answer” Billie commanded.
The other four stallions proceed to pin, 43-246 to the wood shaving coated floor and stomp, bite, tear, and cripple the guilty party into a chirping and soiled mess.
“SCREEE! STAHP! AM GUD FWUFFY! AM GUD! MUMMAH! HUUHUUHUUUUU! PWEAS MISS BIWWIE, SABE FOUW-THWEE-TWU-FOUW-SIX!” the stallion begged pathetically as his nuts were smashed into a chunky and thick red paste. “ScreeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”.
The four executioners then lined up in a single file and took turns viciously raping the mutilated and screaming stallion. When they were done, they gathered around the head and stomped until nought but shards of skull fragment, dislodged teeth and mashed grey matter coated the pen’s floor.
Stabbies watches with wide eyes. “… Metal…” she mouthed.
“ok boys, bad news, turns out 43-246 was innocent. You four just killed a good fluffy, so what does that make you?” Billie said with a face of cartoonish disapproval, even going so far is to put her hands upon her hips like a scolding mother.
“SCREEEEEEEE! AM BAD FWUFFY! SKY SEE-PWACES SEE, AM BAD! AM SOWWIES! SOWWIES! SOWWIES!” they all cried.
The four begin smashing their heads against the floor and steal wire fence until they are just twitching messes upon the floor. Even as they all slowly died of severe brain damage, their last pathetic whimpers were tiny, limp declarations of their desire forgiveness, even as their world turned black as night, never to brighten again.
“Holy Fuck” was the only response Stabbies could bring herself to utter.
“don’t worry” Billie chuckled, “they were going to the stallion grinder tomorrow morning anyway”.
“The Stallion Grinder? Why??” Stabbies asked.
“that one was derped, 43-246 was semi-sensitive and three had traits of smarty syndrome” Billie said coldly, “If firecrotch back there is the Josef Mengele of this place, then I’m the commandant”.
Stabbies took a long and much needed drag, “I’m seein’ that. Goddamn” she said as she proceeded to flick ashes on one of the freshly made corpses.
“As a gypo, It’s a bit third reich’y for my liking, but fook if it doesn’t get results with fluffies. And all things considered, I can’t be picky when I’ve got seven kids to raise”, Billie sighed.
“You got kids?!” Stabbies said, nearly choking on her cig.
“pffft, fook no! They’re my dickhead dad and bitch mum’s. Both decided that they didn’t have the balls to be parents, so I took over as guardian when I turnd 18” Billie said with a growl.
“Oh! Well shit… At least they got you lookin’ out for ‘em… Shit parents fuckin’ suck…” Stabbies said a little too empathetically.
“Aye, they do… But, so long as they don’t turn out like mum, dad… or… well, me, then they’ll be just fine” Billie grumbled before she sucked down her cigarette to the butt while looking away, feeling a little too vulnerable for her liking.
“Yeah…” was Stabbies only reply, she too having stepped on an old wound. she looked down at her dirty boots, her expression more grim before finishing her cigarette by stubbing it on one of her soles.
Billie also put out her cigarette, but instead elected to put it out one of the dead stallion’s exposed eyeballs.
“Ahem, anyway… All this killing has got me fookin’ hungry and kind of wet. I know a unisex strip club with killer buffalo wings on the other side of town. Wanna come with?” Billie asked to try and break the tension.
“Ehh, sure, why not. I ain’t expected back 'til 12:00 anyway” Stabbies grinned.
-The End-
