“Wouldn’t you prefer for Bug to be here to do this,” said Line reluctantly as she began connecting the gas pipes to the oxy-fuel torch. The oxygen going on fine, as the good old righty tighty rule held true, but the gas was more troublesome, and it took Line a moment to realize the connection was reverse threaded which did not bare well with her confidence with the tool. The yellow earth pony giving a nervous smile, as she fumbled with the left-hand thread, before it like its more standard sibling were tight and secure.

“I would rather you just remove the bullet, it is giving me no end of bother,” replied Pan, as she watched Line struggling to set up her equipment. The gargantuan unicorn, restrained with firm ropes upon a worn bed, that Line had entombed with about a dozen mattress protectors, as if this was like last time, she was sure she was going to need a mop at the end of it. the set up more like a drug den than that of one that was going to serve as an impromptu operating theatre, But Pan seemed calm all things considered until she winced after her sentence. A shot of pain running up the ivory mare’s side as if on cue, as the lead lump was pinched beneath the silica scutes that protected Pan’s barrel, causing her to wince in pain as the electrical connections shorted.

“Wouldn’t it just be easier to go to the hospital,” replied Line as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Her hoof slowly twisting the fuel regulator until she with a spark from her flint ignites a glorious golden flame that wafted like Celestia’s tail in the still air of Bug’s guest bedroom.

“Well then I would have to admit to half a book of OSHA violations,” grunted Pan, as she psyched herself up for the burn of a thermal blade.

“Speaking of which shouldn’t you be wearing safety glasses,” continued Pan, as Line approached her slowly, without any PPE, as the unicorn began to have second doubts about Bug’s claims of competency in her assistant.

“They always steam up when the tissue starts disintegrating into dross….”

“……Besides I would have thought you would have preferred that I could see when I start cutting into you at over a thousand degrees Celsius,” shrugged Line as she began to fiddle with the regulators with her hooves, periodically decompressing the leaver to the whoosh of pure oxygen hitting the flame in an oxidising blue glow. The plump pony playing with the settings for a time until she got the candle-like burn and the loud hissing she desired, as she got the perfect neutral flame to be able to cut through the reinforced body cavity of her now rather nervous looking patient.

“Just get one with it,” groaned Pan, as the preliminary opening beneath her snow-white fur was starting to itch.

“Ok… don’t worry about bleeding either this should cauterize as we go,” said Line trying to sound confident, as she turned around and began to feel Pan’s barrel to find the preliminary incision point, she had marked with a scalpel. The incision precise and shallow, the sterile blade leaving a clear view of the armoured epidermal layer, that Line now had to punch through, she just hoped the magical dross collector was working otherwise Pan’s innards were going to get peppered with molten metal.

“Now this may get a little toasty,” Said Line as she spread the cut and placed the torch to the reinforced barrel bulkhead and began to gently heat the armour so that she could punch through it.

“That’s good…….. I like my bondage steamy,” joked Pan through gritted teeth as her nerves made the nuanced announcement that her belly was being burned. The light crackle of sizzling bacon filling the room as Line tentatively waited for the silica to begin to glow indicating she could oxidise her way through the solid shell.

“you may feel a sting,” said Line quickly before with a gentle hoof she depressed the leaver and with the sound of dragon fire and a slight spray of upward spatter she began to carve a kerf into Pan’s belly as the mare cringed in pain. The raw burn soon opening into an enflamed fissure, as Line cut a big enough examination hole to be able to extract the bullet, that had so troubled the now shuddering Pan. The yellow earth pony just glad she had given the unicorn some heavy sedatives, but due to her bulk, the horse tranquillizer was only so effective, as Line did not want to risk overdosing her patient. Line cutting a big enough hole to not risk gutting her friend, before she casually turned off the torch, and retrieved one of her more refined instruments from a kidney dish by the bedside.

“I wouldn’t call that a ……. Sting,” panted Pan, as she felt her now parted body cavity singing in agony, as it cursed her stupidity for catching a ricochet and now having to subject herself to this barbaric butchery of a surgery.

“I have had howitzers hurt less,” reaffirmed Pan as her oxidised organs were now on display. Line ignoring her babbling invalid, as it took less than a second to locate the offending bullet and with a pair of tweezers, she quickly eased offending object from its embedded position, causing the scales to again fold flush in a nice streamlined chamfer. The bullet landing with a ding in the kidney dish, as Line successfully extracted the bothersome copper intruder.

“Now to sow you u…..”

“…O shit…” bumbled Line as she noticed Pan was prolapsing, the pressure change in her body cavity forcing her fetid bowels outward. The Mare diving to the side to plug the slipping sphincter before all of Pan’s intestines flowed out of her like silly string.

“Line…. What is happ….. happening?” asked Pan, the sedatives and pain dulling her to the fact her back passage was making a break for freedom. Line shoving her hoof into the anus as she bunged the backflow, a sigh coming to the earth ponies’ lips as she thought she had successfully diverted a colon calamity.

Well, it would have been if Pan’s ravenous anus did not begin to wink as it tried to draw Line inwards, as the impromptu buttplug triggered a reflexive peristalsis to overtake the lower bowel. Pans ponut nibbling at Line’s hoof as the parting portal began to suck as it was intent on making the mare into a festering fudge as recompense for shoddy surgery that she had done that was sure to scar.

“Pan!!!”

“Pan!!!!!!!!!!!” shrieked Line, as she was yanked forward as the anal cavity claimed her up to the elbow. Lines other hoof coming the Pan’s muscular buttock as she tried to prevent her unplanned dive into the depths. Pan letting out inequine screams as Line looked up to see the body cavity spasming and what looked like the unicorn’s intestines began to unfurl and emerge from the jagged cut in an eruption of viscera like swarming snakes. The unicorn well past talking as her eyes rolled back in her head, as she was clearly going into shock, leaving Line alone with a hungry body running on instinct.

“Fuck!”

“Fuck!!”

“FUCK!!!” shrieked Line as she lost control of the situation, her hoof feeling the sigmoidal colon as she was soon up to her shoulder in the moist cavity that was Pan’s sodden and apparently starving innards. Line feeling the black hole opening up as it threatened to overtake her, when she heard a wheezing gasp from Pan, as the damage to her innards seemed to become too much for her strong frame to handle as the mare went into a death rattle as her guts were spilt. The death spasm following as almost effortlessly the bindings that had held the amazon of a unicorn tore free as she flailed, Line closing her eyes and just bracing as she dreaded the thighs to close and pop her head like a water balloon.

Line just holding on and waiting for the waves in the wake of giving up the ghost to subside, as she was thrown about like a both in a storm. The pulsing on her leg as Pan’s core tensed in its death throes causing her bones to groan, but after what felt like an eternity the motions stopped, and Line risked opening her eyes. The mare met with a scene of carnage as Pan’s broken body lay splayed bloody eagle as her guts were on full display.

Line cautiously pulling her leg free with a wet squelch, the first foot or so of the anal cavity coming out with her phlegmy frog. The mare looking at the scene and giving a shrug, Bug was going to be mad, seeing as they were going to need a crane to shift this cadaver, as they had sold their last Rhinoceros beetle. Of course, it would be a few hours before her bitchy boss got home, so until then Line reasoned she might as well not let this pretty little corpse go to waste………………

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Pan wants some illegal surgery to remove a troublesome bit of shrapnel. Unfortunately she has nurse Line to help her through the operation and its safe to say mistakes were made.

Commission my friend Gizmo  Naarkerotics got for Crazy Water ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Crazy+Water ) from  coillte

I promised I would write Giz a lemon for this little escapade so here it is in all its visceral glory.

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