Another chapter in the life and times of Billie the sadist from Mandy MacFeely and her previous spin off story Two Fluffs One Can.
Billie rotated her “home projects” quite often. Her friend Mandy gave her the idea after introducing her to the young veterinarian’s two pet abominations. There was Frankie, a seizure prone fluffy without the capacity to feel physical pain and his adopted brother known as Creature, a hunch backed pervert with two meat sticks and an unquenchable desire to use them roughly against any fluffy he can get his hooves on, regardless of colour, type, sex or age.
Billie wasn’t like Mandy however, Mandy was a soft touch as far as she was concerned. Couldn’t go that extra mile when push came to shove and never took time to savour those long drawn out moments. No, Mandy hurt fluffies out of curiosity and her red hot Scottish blood, but Billie hurt fluffies because it was cheaper, more intimate and far more pleasurable than any sexual encounter she could recall from secondary school up till present.
Billie brought home a new plaything to the house. She’d only bring home her new toys when all seven of her siblings were either out of the house playing, at sleepovers or at school. As bad as Billie may have been, she cherished all seven of her younger siblings and would never dream of exposing them to this side of her. In fact it was for their sakes that she released her tensions on all fluffy kind. She had a bad streak, a cruel streak, and she’d be damned if that poisoned her capacity to be a mother figure.
She kicked open the front door, grinning ear to ear with a fluffy carrier under her arm, fresh from fluffmart.
She lowered it down to the ground in her bedroom and pulled open the latch to the carrier. Slowly and timidly, a bright pink unicorn stallion emerged with a look of fear and apprehension about him.
“H-hewwo… Am Fweddy… Nyew mummah?” he asked as he sat on his rump, from legs held up in the “uppies” position, begging for affection.
Billie knew that she had to keep up the charade somewhat, a few comforts here and there to ensure the suffering goes on for a long time, and just by looking at the pink fluffball she knew exactly what she was going to do to him.
“hmmm nah, I don’t like that name, it’s too ugly and… Manish” she said, looking down on the creature with an exaggerated expression of displeasure.
“b-but… Fwuffy wuv namsie, mummah gabe it!” The annoying little shit machine pleaded.
Billie scoffed in faux disbelief at his defiance, “well I’m ya ‘Mummah’ now, ain’t I? So I say it’s time for a change” she added with her hands put upon her hips.
“o-otay…” the fat little cry baby whimpered in defeat, beaten by human logic.
“Christ alive, ya one hell of a drama queen ain’t ya?” Billie mumbled before the twisted little lightbulb came on in her head. “actually that’s perfect… Queenie!” She declared while clapping her hands together in self-congratulations.
“huuhuuhuuhuuhuuuu… Nu wike, am mawe’s namsie, am girwy namsie!” he sniffled.
“I’M YA FUCKIN’ MUM NOW, I MAKE THE RULES” Bellie snapped, stomping her leg with enough force that the stallion felt it in the ground below his hooves. The sudden burst in volume and the minor vibration in his hooves caused a torrent of liquid shit to burst from his back end.
“HOW FUCKING DARE YA!” Billie chastised further, “YA JUST AN UGLY, FILTHY LITTLE BOY!” she said as she turned her back to him.
“nu be maddies! Pwease, Fweddy am su sowwy! Wus act-see-den! Wiw gib cweanies!” he tried to bargain as he turned around and immediately began slurping at his own fecal matter, eyes watery, hooves shaking and throat gagging between the typical “huuhuuhuuu”.
After four agonizing minutes the fat little oxygen thief turned around and stared up at his visibly still disappointed mother. “F-fweddy du gud?” he asked, his face moist with tears.
“Freddy? Who the hell is Freddy? I don’t know anyone with that ugly name” Billie replied coldly, keeping the pressure on like a lioness with her claw held on a zebra’s neck.
“…Queenie… Du… Gud?” he repeated in a tone of subservience.
“yes…” Billie confirmed as she got down low and gave her new toy his first true morsel of affection, a light scratch under the chin.
This game would go on for a while, keeping him exclusively in her room for the most part, making him doubt his own name when it was just the two of them. She had even gone so far as to inform all of her siblings that this fluffy was called Queenie from the get go and had intense gender dysphoria, she even added that no matter what, they must ignore him if he insists upon his masculinity in any metric… The poor thing needed encouragement to be its true self, after all.
Things came to a head one evening while Billie was watching some crap on adult swim when she then turned to her little headcase, who was now adorned with a smearing of red lipstick across his mouth, piercings in his ears, a large red bow a top his head and the sluttiest false lashes Billie could buy at clare’s, super glued over his real ones. She began petting him and the little idiot coo’d and pressed his head against the force of her hand, starved for affection.
“you’re such a sweet little miss, aren’t you?” Billie asked sweetly.
“wat? Nu, Mummah, Fw-… Queenie… am stawwio-” and immediately the petting stopped.
“no you aren’t, disgusting…” Billie said as she pulled her hand away with an expression upon her face as if she had just squeezed a warm turd in her hand.
“am con-foos-ed…” Queenie said, his head hung low, “Queenie am vewy suwe dat am stawwion, nu wike udda stawwions…” he said as if trying to cling to the last shreds of masculinity he had left.
“how do you know? Ever tried?” Billie smirked with a raised brow.
“NU! dat am gwoss, Queenie wike mawes… Queenie am vewy suwe… Queenie knos id!” he pushed back to the disappointments of his owner.
The next day Billy took Queenie to the MacFeely pub and was quickly brought down into the wine cellar where Mandy performed the majority of her tests.
“ok, so… run this by me again, please…” Mandy said as she carried down an extra large fluffy carrier with Creature inside, who was already foaming from the mouth and thrusting his disgusting genitals at the ground.
“I’m trying to break through to this little closet case and yer gonna help me. Inside of this disgusting, ugly stallion is a beautiful little filly waiting to dance and sing… and we’re gonna pull it out of him!” Billie declared as if it were written in stone.
Mandy didn’t think there was really much point to this for Billie outside of breaking another toy, but she was interested to see if gender dysphoria could be triggered in fluffies via an intense and continue trauma based around a loss of sexual identity. And as disgusted as she may have been by the prospect, the data was invaluable, it could even make for a decent paper.
“NU WAN! NU WAN! SCREEEEEEEEEEEE!” Queenie screamed and flailed as he was dragged into the carrier for two.
Huffing, weezing, begging, crying, screaming and a fuck lot of enfing took place for the next few days. Every single time the door would be opened after an hour and the pink stallion would crawl out to be briefly rewarded by his mother’s grace and love.
“wasn’t that nice, it’s your boyfriend so handsome?” Billie asked every time and any time the answer was anything other than a defeated and whimpering “yus” she would immediately get up and walk away with a look of utter disgust and disappointment, leaving the violated and suffering stallion talane pool of his own urine, his blood and his “boyfriend’s” semen. And five minutes after he would be returned to the crate again and again.
“he’ll learn to love it…” Billie confidently said before taking a sip of her pint, as she sat at the bar upstairs.
“I hope you’re right” Mandy replied with a heavy sigh and half empty Guinness in hand, “I’m never gonna get the smell out of my lab at this rate”.
-to be continued-