“Hewwo new fwen! Bwubewwy nyu daddeh?” The pissrat mewled as it stared up at Billy. “Go on son, you can’t be a pussy afraid to thread the worm on the hook forever.” This was Dave’s idea of a lesson, teaching his squeamish son who had been grossed out by the worms he had bought them for their fishing trip earlier in the day. “Buuuttt dad!” “NO BUTS! butts are for pooping, and for faggots! You’re not a faggot are ya Billy?!” Dave said sternly. “No dad…” Billy said meekly. He didn’t really care for the tiny abominations but he really didn’t want to thread the hook and black thread through this poor little thing either. “Pway game?” Blueberry asked innocently. “Oh we’re playin a game alright shitpig.” Billy’s shaking hand pressed the hook against the tiny creature’s body and with a deft hand slipped the hook right through. It was easy. Too easy. “Huuhuuhhuuuu wai huwties daddeh?” Blueberry wimpered as feces leaked from it’s anus onto Billy’s hand. This angered Billy and he ran another hook through Blueberry, this time through his eye. He ran several lines through the screaming Blueberry, shocking even man’s man Dave. Before long the creature was strung up from the ceiling of the shed in horror and agony. “G-good work son.” Dave said as he hesitantly patted Billy on the back. Billy said nothing but both of them knew something was different. Something had changed and would never be the same. Long days at the office made then following months blend into one long blur for Dave until one sunny saturday he finally had the chance to get out and do some yard work. He unlocked the shed and as he opened the door he dropped his keys. Looking up he dropped them again, as long with his jaw. Hanging from the ceiling of his shed were sixty-maybe a hundred, fluffies of varrying ages and stages of decomposition. One slowly spinning fluffys eyes made contact with Dave’s and it said “Wuwm (worm) haf so many owies nice mistah pwease wet Wuwm go foveba sweepies.” Dave didn’t believe in therapy and medications for Billy though, because that’s pussy shit. So instead they just never talked about this and Billy grew out of it, although he would sometimes hit women amd crossdress later in life. THE END
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