Red and Black 2

Spectra screamed like a filly as the funnel was jammed into his urethral hole, and Ember had to hold it down as his dick erupted in a fountain of cum then and there. "Oh, hello! I think I found a new kink!" Ember exclaimed, a smile bordering on the demonic plastering her face. She waited until the sudden wave of jizz died down, removing the funnel and shaking it for a moment to remove the accumulated semen.

"Looks like she's having a blast," Trigger noted, a wide grin spreading on his muzzle.

"Aww, I was expecting Three Horns to produce more jizz than that," Distrance sighed, a smirk on his face that did not show the disappointment his voice betrayed.

"He ain't whacked off that often, I reckon," Ember replied with a shrug before replacing the funnel into the hole well before the dick had the chance to retreat into its sheath. With two tentacles, she carefully unscrewed the lid of the hot sauce bottle, and helped herself to a sample of the spicy fluid. "Mmmm, enough to make my cheeks burn and my tonsils tingle," she cooed. Glancing at the others, the mare asked, "Anyone want some sauce before I make the dick chug it?"

“This is gonna be good!” Patient, almost giddy with the ungodly mess that was about to be created before him, raised his hoof. “I’ll take a swig.”

"And what about you two?" Ember asked, using a tentacle to gesture to Distrance and Trigger.

“I’m good,” Trigger stated before he burped and lit up a cigarette. “Dis, you?”

“No thank you,” the Trottingham stallion kindly refused.

"Alright, guess it's just you and me," Ember murmured with a shrug, conjuring a shot glass with some magic and pouring the blazing, red, semi-viscous fluid into the glass. Once it was half-full, she passed the shot glass to Patient and took another sample for herself. "Chug that down; shit's pretty spicy," she warned, hovering the bottle over the funnel as she slowly tipped its lip down.

Patient merely shrugged and took the shot. After pondering a moment on the strangely tart initial flavor, he reeled back when he realized that there was only a mild sensation on the insides of his mouth. “Really, Embie? This is pussy-grade stuff! Gimme somethin’ goo-” He was cut off by the most intense sensation of heat and abrasion he’d ever felt on his tongue.

“Oh god, what the fuck!?” he shouted, heartily laughing as he took deep breaths through his mouth; tears formed in the corners of his eyes.

"I told your ass it was spicy! Not my fault you didn't heed me!" Ember cried, grinning horribly as she forewent all caution and fully turned the bottle upside down, watching the red liquid as it filled the funnel for a moment before draining down the hole and into the dick. Spectra thrashed against his bonds, but as the tentacles rushed in to keep him still, it was futile—all he could do was watch as his dick slowly engulfed the liquid like a second mouth.

After a moment of near-silent whimpering, Spectra immediately began to screech at the top of his lungs, begging for the burning agony to end from tormenting his urethral walls. Another tentacle rushed in once all the liquid went down the dickhole and clamped on the small sexual organ's head, effectively keeping the sauce locked in without a chance of leakage. The ropes keeping Spectra bound rubbed and tore at his fur and eventually his raw skin, leaving his bare muscle and blood vessels exposed.

"Oh dear Celestia, that's brutal!" Trigger remarked, watching as Ember yanked out the funnel with her magic. He noticed another hot sauce bottle appearing in a flash of light, the bottle already opened and its contents being poured on the mare's dick. She rubbed it all over her shaft with a hoof, hardening the organ and making her keen from the burning sensation. The mare climbed onto the table and released her hold on the small penis, suppressing a moan as it sprayed out a mixture of hot sauce and blood, further coating her organ in red fluid.

Without hesitation, and to the surprise of the stallions, she used her magic to force the urethra to stretch much wider than it normally would be. She thrust her dick in, all the way to the balls, making Spectra emit a new wave of agonized cries as his urethra and bladder found themselves stuffed full of pure horsecock. "That's a new one!" Distrance exclaimed, hardening to full mast at the rather macabre sight.

Spectra watched and shook violently, screaming like a filly who spotted a rattlesnake, as his bloodied, burning organ was torn from the inside out by Ember’s mutated monster of a member. His voice became hoarse from abuse as the mare thrust in and out rapidly, watching helplessly and going wide-eyed as Ember cried out. He felt a warmth flood his bladder and swell rapidly, followed by his dick splitting in two as another flood of jizz escaped through what limited space it could.

"Now he's got a vagina!" Ember cheered as she pulled out her organ, which went flaccid again once it was freed. Patient smirked as fresh seemen gushed from the abused stallion's member, coating its owner in globs of cum and blood and hot sauce that started mixing slightly to a hideous pink hue that he found strangely and morbidly appropriate, given the situation. The mare hopped off and cantered over to the stallions with a barely-noticeable limp, and she said, "Your turn. It's gonna be a bit before I have a round three. Just don't fuck his new vagina yet; we're gonna need to douche it out first."

Spectra groaned and gurgled with vicious bile rising from the back of his throat as he groggily looked down towards his ruined nethers. His penis was torn asunder and opened up like a gory, fleshy flower, drizzling a thick river of hot sauce enriched, bloodied semen. He made another attempt to writhe against his bonds, but to no avail, as they held firm. The ropes had dug deeper into his flesh, already getting to the bone, and he ceased jerking as his crotch's nerves screamed in protest.

He slumped against the table, attempting to draw breath that wouldn't come. "You… fucking…" he gurgled out before turning his head and puking out a vile mixture of jism and stomach acid, spraying the floor beside his table like a fire hose.

Patient lifted a foreleg and checked it like an invisible watch was on his hoof, waiting for Spectra to cease emptying his guts. When the room fell silent a moment after a series of sickening splattering sounds, he turned back to the abused stallion and nonchalantly asked, "Done yet?"