Billie was on her way home from work at the fluffy mill. She loved her job but it was back breaking labour, as every single day she would get nothing but whining, begging and crying from the worst fucking creatures to ever crawl from the twisted mind of man, the detestable artificial species, Pilosus-equus, or more commonly referred to as Fluffies.
Now one would think, “why would someone who detests fluffies then work at a mill to produce them?”, the answer to that was quite simple, Billie was an on site disciplinary and she needed the stress relief from making terribly behaved shitrats suffer in the boring and by the books manner and feral, canned or fresh purchased fluffies brought it to her in bucket fulls.
Her mum was something of a recovering meth addict and her dad was living in a rusted out old trailer to “reconnect with our traveller heritage”, whatever the fuck that meant. On top of that Billie was the oldest of eight and had taken on a surrogate roll in the hopes of giving her siblings a better life growing up than she had, but to be that mother figure she was going to need somewhere to put her less than savory feelings, luckily she’d already figured out where to put it.
She stopped by the foal-in-a-can machine outside her local corner shop and looked at the merch. She didn’t really like killing chirpies, they were too innocent and played on her maternal side, but once their eyes opened and they started to develop a little shitty personality then they were fair game. Billie had a talent for sniffing out bad fluffies and on the top left row she could see one. The offending foal was an obnoxious bright red with a hot pink mane that just screamed “I’m gonna grow up to be a smarty and rape anything more vulnerable than me”. Billy was already 90% sure but that certainty swiftly upgraded to an overflowing 110% when the horrid bastardisation of tasteful colour palettes turned over and smirked at her, he fucking smirked at her as if to say “that’s right bitch, buy me, I’m the best one here!”.
“who does this little cunt think he is?” Billie seethed at the nasty vermin before dropping the coins in, pressing the button and grabbing her new stress toy from a lower compartment once it fell from the corkscrew housing.
The gross little pig-rat-horse-thing looked up at her from its glass canister with a smug shit eating grin as she unsealed the can. His overconfidence was short-lived however and ended abruptly as Billie unceremoniously ripped the feeding tube from his mouth and the poop tube and catheter from his lower end.
“eeeeeeeeee huuhuuhuu! wy mean nyu mummah huwt fluffy? Am onwy widdwe bebbeh!” The little prick sniffled.
“oh now the water works come, ya can fuck right off with that, ya think I’m an idiot, I saw ya looking at me like I’m a sucker… Well I’ve got some bad news for ya, shit stain, I hate ya” Billie smiled.
“hayt fwuffy? B-b-but… wy sabe bebbeh den? Nu unastan?” he asked with genuine fear and confusion, his fat little body shaking in terror.
“that’s actually really simple, I’m going to make this the final and most miserable half an hour of ya very short life, because that’s all yer good for. For you it will be the worst experience you will ever know… and for me, it’ll be tuesday” she said with an unnervingly comfortable voice.
Before he could scream for help he was quickly shoved back inside the tube and the lid forced back on. Typically once unsealed, these cans are supposed to be discarded but Billie had been doing this long enough to learn a trick or two. She whipped out her lighter and slowly rotated the edge of the lid against the flame, melting the plastic until the seal was closed shut like a tomb forever.
“now the fun begins…” she smirked at the begging foal, staring excitedly into his sad, pathetic, beady little eyes. That was until she felt something very soft touch the back of her calf, it felt a little bit like a declawed cat with cerebral palsy striking at her.
Looking down she saw a family of two fluffies, one angry looking cyan stallion and his equally pissed off partner, a neon green mare who was about halfway through her pregnancy.
“wet dat bebbeh gu! Himb onwy widdle bebbeh!” he huffed before trying to bite her shoe.
A devilish grin crept across Billie’s face as ideas raced through her mind with the speed and ferocity of a formula one car driven by a crack head. She wound her leg up all the way to the back as far as she could until she let off a strong and healthy booting into the stallion’s face.
“FUCKING KICK!” she screamed with joy before turning to the mare, who was currently trying to waddle her fat pregnant ass away, leaving a trail of copious piss and fecal matter.
“look at ya, ya fat bitch, gonna leave yer man like that? I guess ya love ya babies more than him” Billie asked as she stepped on the mare’s back, pinning her to the ground.
“NU TWUE! WUB SPESHEW FWEND AN BEBBEHS DAH SAMSIE!” she cried out.
“fuckin’ really? Kay then, want this baby? Ya can have him but I get to keep your special friend over there” Billie grinned like a shark before the strike.
“nu wan choosie, wan hab bebbeh an speshew fwend!” the overgrown pig-rodent declared as she struggled.
“won’t choose then? Awesome, then I get to pick for you…” Billie smiled as she reached into a pocket and pulled out a coin, she flipped it and it landed circle side up on her open palm, as opposed to the x on the other.
“congratulations, looks like yer gonna have an extra baby” Billie said casually.
“bu-but am soon mummah, nu hab woom in tummeh fow bebbeh” she said with genuine confusion.
Billy was sort of taken a back by this, she had a tendency to forget how incredibly dense fluffies are but nevertheless she decided to roll with It.
“that seems like a fair argument, so what if we make ya special friend carry this baby instead?” Billie asked as she pulled her foot away.
The mare got up and immediately cocked her head in confusion, apparently she must have been so flummoxed that har self-preservation Instincts turned off. Billy took the opportunity by picking the mare up by her scruff and her semi-conscious partner before she dragged them both into the back of the alley behind the shops, so that they couldn’t consider running away anymore.
“but himb am stawwion, nu hab mummah tummeh fow bebbehs” she whimpered as she nuzzled against him after they were both dropped uncaringly onto the floor.
Billy then rolled her eyes as she gave the daft bitch a visual demonstration. She grabbed the stallion by his tail and yanked it upwards to reveal his disgusting shit covered ass.
“FUCKING HERE YOU RETARD!” she pointed at the quivering brown starfish.
“bu… dat am… poopie pwa-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” the stallion squealed as his rectum was violated, the sudden shock and excruciating pain rousing him from his stupor like a shot of adrenaline straight to the heart.
“PWEASE STAWP! HIMB NU AM MAWE!” the expecting mother cried in terror as her partners asshole bleed and split open wide as the first inch of the tube forced its way in.
“SCRRREEEEEEEEEEEE!” the flailing stallion howled on as his asshole near tripled in size.
“wet out! Am scawed, nu wan be in dummeh stawwion!” the foal screamed and begged from inside his glass coffin, getting a full frontal view of the stallions pulsating cavity and bursting blood vessels.
By the time she had gotten to the second inch of the tube Billie had hit what felt like a snag, preventing any natural possibly of going any further with just a push, but Billie wasn’t a fucking quitter, she paid her £5 and she was getting her money’s worth. So she grabbed the shaking and screaming stallion before she then dropped him a full two foot directly onto his asshole and the tube that hung out of it.
There was silence, absolute silence. Billie was expecting some kind of climax to the screaming but now it was just nothing. The stallion was still very much alive, he just seemed to be in such a deep level of shock from the pain, a level of suffering so extreme and sudden that he had no way to vocalize it outside of the deep and raspberry breathing that was emanating from his slacked jaw. That was only until Billie picked him up and inspected his back end.
“yup, ya got it all the way in there, good work ya fucking size queen” she mocked the stallion, who still just looked at her, blank, eyes shot with blood and a face moist with snot and tears.
Then the sound of shattering glass came from within and the stallion was animated once more. He flailed with such intensity that Billie was almost certain that he was going to break his own legs, almost like some sort of epileptic break dancing.
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HOWSTEST HEWTIES! PWEASE BEBBEH! WEAVE POOPIE PWACE, NU AM FOW BEBBEHS!” he screamed as shards of glass and chunks of his own inner lining fell from his prolapsing anus.
“now I’ll ask ya again…” Billie said coldly as she turned to the mare, “do ya want me to save him and pull the baby out, then YOU can take care of it instead?” she asked further.
“n-n-nu wan choosie… Tu,u scawy!” the mare cried, frozen in utter terror.
“then it’s my choice” Billie smiled with the coin already mid flight.
The coin landed circle side up once again.
“well aren’t ya lucky? I’m going to get the baby out” Billie smiled.
“WEAWY? TANK YEW SU MU-” the mare stopped mid sentence as Billie’s shoe came down on her partner and caused a complete and utter prolapse. A torrent of glass, blood and the walls of his anal cavity came flying out along with a torn, crippled and gore stained foal who was cut to shreds. Despite the creature’s wounds and broken body, through some horrific miracle he was still alive, but just barely.
The foal was now stained a much darker shade of red apart from the patches of shit and viscera that had clung to him from his journey inside the stallion. He was just a broken mess that vaguely and weakly chirped as he clung onto his pathetic life.
“a deals a deal…” Billie said as she moved away from the seizing stallion, who laid upon his back with no more fight left in him, wide eyed and foaming from the mouth.
Billie then turned to the mare properly as she grabbed the fat shitrat by her neck and forced her face into the concrete, priming her body for what came next.
Quickly and unceremoniously Billie took her other fist with foal in hand and shoved it deep into the mare’s horrid cunt.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! WOWSTEST HUWTIES! AM BAD FOW BEBBEHS!” the panicking mare screeched through clenched teeth.
Immediately her disgusting baby shitter split and gushed blood from the trauma, the opening was several sizes larger as Billie shoved her fist and then arm in with the force of a haymaker, stopping just at the middle of her forearm. She then made sure to punch around the insides so as to utterly destroy that litter.
“ACK!-… BEH-… Behhhhhssss…” the guaranteed miscarriage haver wheezed and coughed as her body seized and shook.
Billie let go of the foal and pulled her arm out before she stood up to admire her work.
“worstest… Hewties… Tummeh nu feww wite, tummeh few bwoken… Bebbehs… Wan widdwe bebbehs…” the violated and tremor ridden mare cried in a broken and defeated voice.
Billie walked off with a smile, looking back over her shoulder to watch the now infertile and crippled mare drag herself by her forelegs over to the stiff corpse of her lover.
“five quid well spent” Billie chuckled as she turned onto the sidewalk and fucked off home.
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