Corporal Ponyshment

Cheerilee pulled the blowtorch out of the pony-shaped lump of coal on her desk and shut it off. As luck would have it, Diamond Tiara was beginning to stir just as Apple Bloom trotted back to her seat.

“Looks like sleepyhead is awake!” Cheerilee exclaimed, standing over Diamond Tiara. “Only it wasn’t naptime. Bad filly, falling asleep during class!”

“Wuh…where am I?” Diamond Tiara stared around the room, obviously still dazed. Then her eyes found Silver Spoon, still recognizable only by virtue of the pearl necklace hanging around her neck. Diamond Tiara screamed and tried to bolt to her hooves, but it was like they were made of lead. She collapsed partway back to the floor, and a putrid stench filled the room as she voided her bowels. Unable to remain standing for more than a few seconds on her useless legs, she fell the rest of the way down, landing in her own feces with a wet splat.

Diamond Tiara craned her neck to look at her legs, eyes wide in terror. She saw the zip ties cutting off circulation to them and bit down on the one around her left foreleg. The adrenaline coursing through her system gave her even more strength than Cheerilee had had when she put them on, but that only made her pull it even tighter. Blood started seeping out from underneath the pink plastic. Diamond Tiara hesitated, at a complete loss as to what she could try next.

“Will that be all?” Cheerilee asked kindly.

“Oh no,” Diamond Tiara whimpered, realizing that she was completely helpless. “No no no no.” Then she had an idea. Threatening Cheerilee with her father’s influence hadn’t worked, but… “Miss Cheerilee, listen to me! If you let me go, my daddy can pay you thousands of bits! Millions! I’ll transfer to a private school, and we can all just forget this ever happened!”

Cheerilee smiled sadly. “I don’t think so, Diamond Tiara. You see, if I thought about life in terms of money, I would never have become a teacher. I do this job because I love it and I know how important it is, and nopony in the world can pay me enough money that I’ll stop teaching fillies lessons that they desperately need to learn. And nopony is going to forget that this lesson ever happened.”

With that, Cheerliee picked up a belt sander in her mouth and turned it on. She slowly brought it down on the cutie mark on Diamond Tiara’s left flank. Diamond Tiara’s ineffectual squirming merely caused her to wallow in her own filth, even as Cheerilee’s belt sander erased the unruly filly’s very identity in a spray of first fur, then skin, and finally blood. The blood let Cheerilee know that the job was done.

But as she pulled the belt sander away, Cheerilee saw the cutie mark on the surface of Diamond Tiara’s bare muscle. Frowning again, she turned the tool back on and sanded off another quarter-inch of flesh as Diamond Tiara continued to spasm and scream. The motion of the belt flung liquefied meat all over the students in the front row, to a chorus of gasps and shrieks. Cheerilee blushed. “Sorry, fillies!” She turned the sander around so that its motion threw the waste against the chalkboard instead.

After a minute or so, Cheerilee turned the sander off again and pulled it away. Now the sandpaper dripped with gore. She peered into the gaping wound and smiled in satisfaction, but as she watched, the cutie mark reformed itself on the surface of Diamond Tiara’s mutilated muscle tissue.

Cheerilee scratched her head. It made a certain amount of sense, now that she thought about it. Just as no power could force a cutie mark to appear before its time, perhaps it was impossible to remove something that was such an intrinsic part of a pony’s being.

Oh, well. There was no sense in wasting time trying to do the impossible. Cheerilee used Diamond Tiara’s mane to wipe the gore off the belt sander, then set it down on her desk and opened up the toolbox. She selected the largest drill bit she had: over twenty centimeters long, and two across.

“You’ll like this!” Cheerilee said perkily as she removed the Phillips-head bit from the power drill and attached the drill bit in its place. “It’s even diamond-tipped!” Without waiting for Diamond Tiara’s response, she roughly flipped the incoherently-gibbering filly over on her back and lined up the drill bit with the soft flesh at the bottom of one of her flailing hooves. She squeezed the trigger and drove it in. Diamond Tiara went rigid as a fountain of blood and bone splattered up on Cheerilee’s face.

Cheerilee didn’t stop until she had buried the drill bit all the way to its base. Diamond Tiara had passed out halfway through, and steady streams of blood were now flowing out of both her mauled flank and her hollowed-out leg. Cheerilee turned the blowtorch back on and cauterized both wounds. Then she picked the drill up again and bored holes down the center of the other three legs, cauterizing each in turn.

Cheerilee turned to her students and gestured around the room with a hoof. “Somepony is going to have to clean this all up, you know. If you don’t pay attention in class, you might get a mop cutie mark and need to be a janitor who spends his life scraping bad fillies off of classroom floors!”

The students nodded meekly.

Cheerilee opened one of the drawers in her desk and pulled out some fireworks she had confiscated from Scootaloo earlier in the week. Just as she had remembered, there were four of them! How convenient!

Cheerilee stuffed each firework down to the bottom of one of the boreholes running down Diamond Tiara’s legs, leaving the fuses trailing out. She dragged the filly behind her desk so that the good students would have cover from the blasts, then lit the fuses and stood back.

The four fireworks went off within a second of one another. The first blew Diamond Tiara’s front left leg clean off, flinging it into the chalkboard hard enough to send cracks spiderwebbing across it. The second explosion virtually disintegrated her other front leg. Wet fragments of flesh-covered bone splattered all over the front half of the room. Diamond Tiara’s right hind leg was similarly vaporized, but her remaining leg evidently held a lower-yield firecracker, which didn’t even completely separate it from Diamond Tiara’s body. It still hung on by a strip of mutilated flesh about four inches wide.

The sudden shock jerked Diamond Tiara awake. “M-miss Cheerilee!” she squealed, looking up into her teacher’s face. “I just had a terrible dream! I—AAAAAAAAAIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!”

Cheerilee grabbed Diamond Tiara by the mane and flung her up on top of the desk. She grabbed a reciprocating saw in her mouth, turned it on, and shoved the blade all the way down the screaming filly’s anus. Her sphincter clinched up from the pain, but it only made the blade cut deeper. As Cheerilee began to spin the saw around, a ruddy mixture of blood and feces exploded out of Diamond Tiara’s destroyed anus in a gorey fountain, with enough force to fling the filly across the room.

“The Third Law of Motion!” Cheerilee exclaimed, galloping across the room to catch Diamond Tiara before she could hit the ground. “I hope everypony is taking notes!”

Cheerilee barely beat Diamond Tiara to her landing spot. Sweating and panting, she held the buzzing saw up, angling it so that Diamond Tiara’s vagina landed right on top of it. The cutting motion ripped a wide and deep gash through her flesh clear to the anus. Diamond Tiara sailed over Cheerilee’s head, still gushing maroon gore from her rear, and struck the wall so hard she left a crater. The force of the fluids being expelled from her bowels dropped off a few seconds later, and she plopped wetly to the floor.

Cheerilee gulped. Diamond Tiara could bleed out far too quickly from this! She rushed back to the front of the room, dragging Diamond Tiara by her tail, and picked up the blowtorch yet again. She started by trying to cauterize only the wounds themselves, but there was so much blood everywhere that before long she gave up and just started indiscriminately torching everything behind Diamond Tiara’s neck. She left the gaping hole that used to be the filly’s vagina and anus red and raw, however.

Sensing that Diamond Tiara was not long of this world, Cheerilee propped her up on her head in a corner, so that her new hole was sticking straight up in the air. “I need one more volunteer, and quickly!” Cheerilee said hurriedly. Diamond Tiara was already sliding back toward unconsciousness despite the massive quantities of adrenaline coursing through her system, and death would quickly follow. “A unicorn, please! This job isn’t safe for an earth pony or a pegasus.”

“Pick me pick me pick me!” Sweetie Belle’s hoof shot up almost immediately. “I mean, um…If you’re sure it’s safe for a unicorn.”

“Oh, completely!” Cheerilee assured her. She was so proud of her students! She retrieved Diamond Tiara’s diamond and silver tiara from where it had fallen during her demonstration of equine rocket propulsion. “All I need you to do is use your telekinesis to hold this in the air half a meter or so over what’s left of your classmate’s tushie! We’re going to give it back to her!”

While Sweetie Belle enthusiastically obeyed, Cheerilee removed the propane tank from her blowtorch and screwed in a fresh tank of acetylene in its place. She also screwed in a tank of nitrous oxide to the auxiliary slot for an oxidant for when air just wouldn’t cut it.

“Does anypony know how hot an acetylene-nitrous oxide flame gets?” she asked happily.

“Ooh! Ooh!” Scootaloo was waving both her forehooves in the air.

“Scootaloo!”

“Three thousand degrees Celsius!” Scootaloo volunteered. “That’s really hot, but it’s also really cool!”

“Perfect! You get a smiley face sticker!” Cheerilee turned on the blowtorch one last time, and this time its flame was a brilliant white. She held it up to the levitated tiara.

The diamonds encrusted in it caught flame almost immediately, and it took only seconds for the metal to turn orange-hot and start dripping down. Diamond Tiara’s howl was a sound not meant to be made by a pony mouth, nor heard by pony ears. It wasn’t more than a few seconds longer before her tiara was completely liquid, flowing into her bowels and her reproductive organs alike in a glowing orange river of flame, carrying flaming diamonds along with it.

Eventually, Diamond Tiara stopped spasming. The liquid metal, cooled to merely a dull red during its trip through her body, flowed out of her mouth and nostrils. Her eyes caught fire and exploded, and molten silver started flowing out of them, as well.

Cheerilee shut off her blowtorch. The silence was broken only by a soft pomf! as Scootalo’s wings involuntarily flared outward.

Cheerilee surveyed the room. Nearly everything and everypony had been splattered by blood some extent (most things and ponies to a very large extent). The pile of quizzes on top of her desk was soggy with gore. The chalkboard was unusable.

“Since we didn’t get through all the material I was planning on, I’m going to give everypony an A on the quiz we were going to have today.” Cheerilee went around the room, cutting her students free. “Now, everypony can go home! Early dismissal!”

“YAY!” The students scampered past her in a rush. A couple of the more hygienic ones stopped at the bathroom to wash up on the way out, but most of them just went straight out into Ponyville.

Cheerilee waited until they were all gone, then closed and locked the door. Using a circular saw, she cut Diamond Tiara’s remaining, partially amputated, leg off at the very top. The four-inch strip of flesh that was all that remained near where the firework had gone off let the hip flop around loosely as she swung the leg around. Perfect! Using the nailgun, Cheerilee drove every nail she had left through the thigh near the top, so that the ends of the nails stuck out from the sides opposite where she had driven them in.

Cheerilee hung up her new flail right next to the paddle and sat back to admire her handiwork as blood slowly dripped down from it. Diamond Tiara’s cutie mark could still be easily seen on the hip, even through the forest of nails sticking out of it.

Feeling content and wanting to end her day on an especially positive note, Cheerilee pulled a little something special out of the bottom drawer of her desk and proceeded to have her way with both corpses.