Part 1 can be found right here.
It had been about a week since Billie got the bright idea in her head to bring her pretty little princess in the making over to Mandy’s.
After those harrowing seven days she was starting to see a noticeable change in the emotionally crippled stallion’s behaviour.
It was pretty clear that he still was not enjoying the violent sodomy he was made to endure on a daily basis but at least he didn’t cry anymore, he didn’t whimper or beg and most importantly, whether he was aware of it or not, Queenie now dragged himself out of the ‘crate for two’ with his tiny little pecker standing at full mast.
“ya liked the time ya spent with your little boyfriend, Queenie?” Billie asked as she rewarded her little beta male with a soft affectionate set of fingers, running through his curly mane.
“y…yus… Mummah… Q-Queenie… Wuv… Boyfwend’s speshew huggies…” he cried softly, fighting the lump in his throat, “dey gib da… Bestest gud feews…” he added as he lowered his head in utter defeat.
Billie got what she wanted, whether he meant it or not, Queenie had admitted to his position below Creature and by extension to all other stallions.
Billie took the poor thing home after Mandy gave him a quick check over. The two young ladies were already fairly certain that Queenie was going to be walking away from this experience with severe fecal incontinence and they were correct.
As soon as Billie got home with her fluffy she immediately went digging through her underwear drawer for something to keep her humiliated little freak from crapping up her home.
“perfect…” Billie smiled as she pulled out the pinkest, frilliest, most effeminate undies she owned. “Christ, did I really used to wear shite like this?” she laughed to herself as she tucked the garment into her sweatpant’s pocket before grabbing the spare maxi pad from under her bed.
It wasn’t exactly the recommended diaper for SBS fluffies or fecal incontinent ones but it would do, and more importantly it would add to the ever growing humiliation upon the little lady-boy in training.
At this point, Queenie had figured out that pink and cute meant good and anything even remotely masculine would be met with punishment and neglect. So very quickly he danced around, trying with every inch of his being to convince his mother that he in fact loved his new garment and how happy he was to be made even more pretty.
“teehee! Queenie wuv nyew pwetty thingie on speshew pwace, few suuuuuu pwetty!” he lied with a big grin, fighting back a torrent of tears.
“oh, ya like that do ya, well I’ve got something you’re going to absolutely love, my little princess” Billie grinned devilishly, trying to see if she could call his bluff.
She went digging through her youngest sister’s closet until she found it, the white sundress she wore when she was two, a charming ivory and littered with red love hearts from top to bottom.
The emasculated stallion bit his tongue as he went into the uppies position, automatically as all fluffies were programmed to, waiting for his mother to pick him up as she stood above him.
“ok now, close ya eyes Queenie, time for one last present” Billie declared sweetly.
The stallion did as ordered and suddenly felt a breeze fly over his body, then once ordered to open them, he did just as requested and then looked down.
“…”
“well? Don’t ya like it?” Billie asked, fighting back laughter
“…”
“what’s wrong?” she asked
“an dwess…” Queenie replied in a monotone sort of way.
“yeah, what’cha think about it? I know that pink is more ya colour but I cou-” she asked, nearly primed to pass out from the withheld snickering building inside of her, but cut short by her plaything’s sudden outburst.
“NU AM MAWE!” he stomped, “HAYTCHU! TAYK SOWWY POOPIES!” he roared as he turned around and let loose a hate fueled explosion of diarrhea. Unfortunately for the little beta male, being aggressively double penetrated for a week straight with very little time in between to recover, plus the makeshift diaper he was wearing had rendered his assault nothing more than a pathetic dribble down the side of his leg.
Billie at first was in utter shock at her toy’s defiance of her, her first Instinct was a natural one, she wanted to take her fist and ram it down his throat, she wanted to take her sneaker and belt him as hard as she could in the side, she wanted to tear out his eyes with a pair of pliers and disinfect the wounds with the bottle of cheap vodka under the kitchen sink… but she was smarter than that, she saw an opportunity here and a vicious idea came alive in her mind, one made of solid gold that was delivered to her on a silver platter by the stallion himself.
“awww, is mommy’s little girl having a tantrum, that’s sooooo cute! You can’t even give sorry poopies right so you MUST definitely be a mare, or maybe even a little filly!” Billie said with a sickly sweet voice.
“NU! AM STAWWION, HAB NU-NU STICK AN SPESHEW WUMPS! NU… AM… MARE!” he huffed, stomping and kicking like a little bitch.
“hmmm maybe we can fix that…” Billie thought to herself. “ya look sad, do ya know what I do when I’m sad? I have a little drink… Come, follow me to the kitchen, I think we could both use something strong” Billie said.
six minutes later
Billy had spent years working with fluffies and she knew that there was no way to knock them out with anesthesia outside of a good old bat to the head and alcohol. As it turns out, fluffies handle alcohol worse than any other creature in the world, having absolutely no resistance to its effects. It took only a couple drops in a water dish until Queenie was a giggling and dancing idiot on the kitchen floor, sat beside his mummah who herself was actually enjoying the show in her slightly inebriated state.
“hic wook mummah! Am da hic dancie Queenie!” He said is he wobbled about before toppling over and exploding into a fit of laughter.
Billie threw two more drops into his water and slid it over to the giggling retard.
Once his laughter had died down he just started staring at the ground and then turned his head to Billie.
“wy nu wan Queenie be stawwion?” he asked suddenly. It appeared that all the inebriation was just what he needed to peel back the fear of asking the real important question, the one that had been playing on his mind since he got to Billie’s home.
“no silly, YOU don’t want to be a stallion… I’m only trying to help you” Billie fibed with the skill of a pro, before shuffling over to her project and slowly running her fingers through his mane, “that’s why I forgive ya for making sorry poopies in ya knickers” Billie smiled softly, trying not to cackle at the sentence that just escaped her mouth.
“Queenie am sowwy… Am jus… Su… con-fu-sed…” he croaked out before his eyes rolled back and his fat little head went limp.
“oh thank fuck…” Billie sighed, “now to get to work” she beamed as she reached into the drawer beneath the sink behind her and pulled from it her operating tools, that being a filleting knife, a pair of scissors, some needle and thread, a bottle of rubbing alcohol and finally… a lighter.
“ya gonna be mommy’s little mare, alright… Just ya wait” she smirked with the first incision.
“
mummah wuv fiwwies… Fiwwies wuv mummah…” she sang in her best drunk fluffy voice, “say gubye tu nu-nu stick… Be-com mummah’s fiwwy…”
-to be continued-