A single set of footsteps echoed through the quiet concourses of the Monday morning mall, setting tempo as a few jolly notes whistled along with them. Making his unhurried way towards his place of business, one of the few furs walking among the massive halls approached his clinic, bearing the burden of a crate upon his shoulder. Naked, the blue-scaled dragon flicked his eyes upward, admiring the sign he'd recently had redone.

    Dr. Xan's Snuff-bortion Clinic 

    He'd shortened up the name a little, officially adopting the portmanteau. Though it wasn't quite so professional, it rolled much more smoothly off the tongue. Below that some entirely new signage had also been added on, a short little slogan he'd come up with. "We make snuff a family business!"

    Swinging contentedly beside both signs, the plastinated corpse of Xan's twin sister hung limbless, still suspended from the same noose he'd snuffed her with. Today she was looking as beautiful as ever, dead face still visibly pleasured while their incestuous spawn hung halfway out of her pussy, messily aborted halfway through birth. She was becoming a mascot of sorts as of late, recognized more and more as a symbol of his establishment. There was even a cartoon version of her cadaver smiling upon the front of all his more recently printed pamphlets, accompanied by short little story of how he'd snuffed her described in loving detail upon the inside cover. It made him happy to think that even after she'd given up her life to him, Xandria was still helping in what way she could.

    Blowing a kiss up to her, Dr. Xan unlocked the security grille and stowed it, taking a little extra time as he managed it all one-handed. The slats of steel folded away to reveal the clean white front of his little clinic, its exterior featureless save for the single door and the simple steel plaque in place beside it. The latter functioned as a legal last will and testament for all his pregnant customers, laser-etched letters detailing how as soon as they entered his clinic they would legally become deceased, all their worldly assets bequeathed to him for services rendered.

    Business had been booming lately, and this lucrative arrangement was beginning to make Xan quite wealthy. However, he'd discovered he had little use for the money. After all, he was already doing what he loved. Most of his few increases in expenses were towards new toys for his business, adding to the arsenal of ways he'd come up with to quickly and beautifully murder both mother and unborn child.

    Shouldering open the front door, Xan ducked slightly to keep the crate from catching at the top of the doorframe, reaching out to turn on the lights. The fluorescent bulbs flickered to life, illuminating the single large room within which he'd made his living. 

    Like other things, it had changed some since his starting days, the decor and furniture adapted to suit an increasing demand. Where once he'd had an entire corner of the floor plan kept empty, he'd now set up a small waiting room filled with comfortable seats, each turned towards the gynecologist chair that he used as his primary snuff location. It tended to make things progress more smoothly when those waiting could watch, enjoying the show before it was time for their own appointment. 

    Constructed to hold his growing assortment of tools, a long metal table had been put in place alongside the wall nearest to the snuffing chair, displaying a small armory of interesting murder weapons for his clients to choose from. It was towards this that he headed towards now, tail sweeping behind him to flick the door shut as he continued in. 

    Setting down the heavy crate at long last, Xan let out a sigh of relief, leaving it unopened on the table as he went into a small back room. Here he'd made a small break area for his brief moments of respite, the space holding little more than a chair, coffee maker, and coat rack. Upon this last hung the uniform of his profession, a once pristine doctor's overcoat. It had now been stained crimson so many times that the color no longer would wash out, the blood of his clients having permanently dyed it a light maroon. Like his sister's corpse it had become emblematic of his business, a well-understood mark of a snuffbortion practitioner that knew how to do his job well. 

    Opening up a small cupboard beside the door leading into the room, Xan knelt, rooting around briefly until his claws clasped around a smooth steel rod. Pulling out a crowbar, he hefted it into the air, smoothly catching it again and starting back towards the crate. He was excited to try out this newest toy, just delivered his morning to the front steps of his house. Business had been hectic recently, and while it made him a good amount of money he often found himself longing for the early days, back when he'd been able to take almost a quarter hour with each woman to send her off with all the respect and pleasure she deserved. Mondays were always slow though, and so he looked forward to being able to take his time with what few clients came in, snuffing them properly while learning how to utilize his newest tool. 

    Xan paused within the doorway between the back room and the main clinic, his mind going back to those early days. The crowbar thumped against his palm in a slow beat as he recalled how much he'd accomplished, all of it using nothing more than his jaws, claws and cock to do his duties. It'd been harder, far less efficient... but there was a certain visceral satisfaction to it that he missed. He still loved his job, yet oftentimes he wished he could dedicate as much sadistic attention to every woman as he had to his sweet sister.

    A sudden knock upon the clinic door startled the brooding dragon from his stupor, the crowbar in his hands jerking upward as his head turned in that direction. Glancing towards the clock set on one wall, he frowned as he saw it was exactly his opening time. Earlier than he'd expected to be getting started on a Monday, though he'd not helped himself by arriving so close to the turn of the hour. 

    Sighing, he dropped the crowbar onto the table beside the crate, heading once more into the back room to retrieve his coat. His cock began to harden as he shrugged on the garment, the simple act of wearing it causing his body to anticipate the pleasures of his labor. 

    To his surprise, when Dr. Xan went to check the door he found waiting outside not just one client, but four. Looking through the peephole in his door, he observed the pack of grinning pregnant women crowded together before his clinic, laughing to each other and cradling their heavy bellies as they read the words writ upon the plaque. Feeling himself start to smile, he stepped back and swung the door open, greeting the women with a magnanimous bow. 

    "Hello there, and welcome to Dr. Xan's Snuffbortion Clinic. I'm Dr. Xan, and it's a pleasure to meet you all." His eyes swept the group of giggling women, feeling as though they were all somehow familiar to him. The green-haired fox, pink dragon, striped lynx, and blue-dyed cat all grinned back, clearly excited. 

    As he continued to inspect them, he also noted one more customer that he'd missed. Too small to be seen from his peephole, a pregnant little girl clung to the fox's flanks, peering up at him wide-eyed as she rubbed at her swollen tummy. Coloration and species matching that of the fully grown woman, the child was clearly related to her, perhaps a daughter or younger sister. 

    "Are you checking in individually, or as a group?", he asked.

    A fresh chorus of laughs swept through the women, some of them nudging each other in their glee. Puzzled, Dr. Xan waited patiently for their merriment to pass.

    "Don't you remember us?" the lynx asked. One hand lifted to her thick orange hair, brushing it away to better display her face. The other women made similar gestures, as if trying to jog his memory. 

    Tilting his head slightly, Xan tried again to recall. Now certain he'd seen them before, he struggled to remember when, and under what circumstances. After a few moments trying, he shook his head, giving an apologetic grin. Luckily, the women didn't seem too disappointed.

    "His sister must've taken all his attention," the blue cat purred. All of them glanced upward, smiling at the sight of Xandria's corpse. Finally, Xan remembered them.

    "You were with Xandria!" he gasped. Too stunned to maintain professionalism, he found himself pointing at them as the revelation hit him, eyes widened as it all came back. "When she came in to get snuffed, she brought you to take a look around... and before you left, you said-"

    "We decided it would be fun to come here too!" The fox bounced forward happily, the cub clinging to her leg briefly losing her grip. "So we all went out and found a nice group of studs to knock us up. Of course, I knew a guy." Ruffling the child's hair, the fox all but affirmed the girl was her daughter. "And he knew some friends who were very interested in putting some snuffmeat into our bellies. It was a lot of fun, but this is what we really wanted! It's been a long wait..." She bit her lip as she looked at him, the other women nodding eagerly in agreement to all she'd said.

    Xan grinned in sudden excitement, stepping aside as he eagerly waved the women inside. 

    "Well, then let's not keep you waiting a moment longer! Come in, come in, make yourselves comfortable. As I'm sure you know, you won't be waiting long." Giving them all a smile as they filed in, he admired their filled out forms, the familiar curve of a pregnant body. They'd waited as long as possible before coming, nearly ready to pop by his own professional judgment. Of course, that was when it was the most fun. 

    As the fox woman came in last with her child, Xan stooped slightly, sweetening his voice as he spoke to the cub.

    "Did you read the plaque too, little one? You know why you're here?"

    The young vixen nodded shyly, a blush deepening the color of her scarlet fur. Her mother smiled at the reaction, leaning over slightly as she ran loving hands along her child's pregnant body, caressing her belly and breasts with a familiar touch. 

    "We kept arguing about which of us would go first," the woman murmured. "We wanted you to get warmed up before you started, since we knew we'd be coming early... But no one wanted to have anything less than a perfect snuffing. So I had the idea of bringing in one of my little cuties for you, just so you could have a little fun before the main event. She'd already wanted to get snuffed somewhere else, so it wasn't hard to convince her it'd be more fun to come get snuffborted with mommy. A little help from daddy and, here she is!" Winking, the vixen gently pushed her daughter forward and into Xan's reach, the child starting to tremble in anxious excitement as she was given up as an offering. 

    "Well now, she's certainly a cute little morsel." Stroking the girl's hair, Dr. Xan smiled at her, letting the child get comfortable with being close to him. It didn't take long before she was staring up at him, innocent eyes fascinated by the size and shape of his monstrous cock. Fully grown women had been caught up in worshiping it before, his endowment another part of his clinic's claim to fame. For an inexperienced child, it was practically impossible to resist.

    Gently holding the cub in place before him, Xan closed the door as the fox woman brushed by, giving them all some privacy for what was to come. On a busier day he might be forced to keep it open, the screams and moans of his work echoing out through the mall like a siren's call, bringing in even more business while the waiting room chairs filled back up as quickly as he could empty them. For now, he had all the customers he wanted.

    Looking back at his four adult clients, he found the small group of women watching him with bright interest. Taking full advantage of his invitation, some had taken chairs in his waiting room and arranged them to their pleasure, making a nice little ring about the snuffing chair so they could all watch each other's deaths up close. 

    "Before we begin, would you girls mind a round of introductions? You all know me, and it leaves me feeling disadvantaged. After all, this is a very special day." 

    "Mmm... true." The pink dragon had settled in to the right of the snuffing chair, wings folded as she leaned back against the door to his back room. She smiled, eyes lingering on his cock as she spoke. "Well, I'm Rose. For the record, I'm the one that first came up with coming here... after Xandria did, of course." 

    "I'm Sally," the fox said, bouncing up from her chair like a new student introducing herself to the class. "I'm the most experienced mommy out of our group, so I helped all the other girls have fun with their preggo bodies while we waited to come here. We've drunk so much of each other's milk!" Giggling, she sank back into her chair and lifted one of her small breasts, squeezing to squirt a stream of white over at the lynx. The redhead growled playfully, returning fire while their blue cat friend took her turn.

    "Tasha." The woman calmly inclined her head, lounging across two chairs. Her enormously fluffy tail curled along her body like an overlarge scarf, large ears twitching as a stray drop of milk landed on her face. One hand rested elegantly upon her pregnant belly, stroking it. "I'm looking forward to the part where you destroy me."

    Rolling her eyes slightly, the striped lynx shook some of the milk off her fur, giving Xan a sardonic smile.

    "Don't let the lady act fool you, Tasha's the biggest snuff slut of all of us. I think if we hadn't come up with this she'd have been gutted in some murder club somewhere by now. I'm Jasmine, by the way. I'm just really loving being pregnant... and I'm gonna really love getting not-pregnant." Grinning in arousal, she looked at her group of friends. "That's introductions done, I think. Are we good to start?"

    Xan felt a fresh pulse of heat travel down his cock as everyone nodded, a dribble of thick precum pumping from the spearhead tip. Close between his legs, the young girl had been breathing in the scent of him while all the women had talked, her pregnant little body trembling now with needs she was barely old enough to understand. 
    
    "Well... since this cutie is meant to be my warm up, I hope you all won't mind if I take care of her the old fashioned way." Xan's voice was rough with lust, already imagining what he was going to do. This was his chance for a taste of the early times, back when he'd cum with every girl he'd killed, when every snuffbortion had been a work of pure art. Gripping the girl below the arms, Xan lifted her slowly upward, admiring the shape of her as she was backlit by the fluorescent lights. 

    Small as she was, the curves of pregnancy seemed exaggerated on her slender frame. The swollen belly seemed larger, even more ripe than her mother's. Not even finished growing, her little breasts leaked milk that stained her scarlet fur dark, minutely plump where they hung from her chest. The slightly darkened nipples were puffy and hard, trembling to the beat of her young, strong heart. A single drop of hot arousal dripped from her slit as Xan held her, splashing down against the skin of his cock.

    Pulling her little body close against him, Xan kissed the child, feeling her whimper as she responded to the contact of his lips. She was deliciously inexperienced, yet so eager for all he gave her. His long slender tongue slid into her mouth, forked tip tasting her. Like a babe, she suckled on it, little hands squeezing his upper arms as he drank in her passion, her desire for the pain he was about to inflict. The other women in the room leaned forward eagerly, starting to touch themselves as they too anticipated what was about to happen.

    Lowering the girl slowly down without breaking the kiss, Xan brought her slit down to touch the tip of his twitching cock, guiding himself by the radiant heat pouring off her pussy. He felt her buck within his grasp, a pathetic moan filling his mouth as the child's excitement got the better of her. At that single contact, she came, legs quivering powerfully as her pussy throbbed against him, bladder letting go. Squirt and piss sprayed from her to soak her fur and his cock, her hips grinding against him as tears of bliss ran down her young face. The older women laughed at the pathetic display, the girl's mother calling out a consoling encouragement. 

    Ignoring them all, Xan wasted no time. While the girl was still in the throes of her climax he quickly slammed her downward, over a foot of his shaft spearing straight up and into her tight slit without warning. A gasp passed through the room as all saw the sudden bulge of his dick through her belly, the child's the loudest of all as she had the additional pleasure of experiencing the agony that accompanied it. Breaking the kiss, he saw her innocent features twist into a silly grin, head lolling as her body went limp with ecstasy. He'd meant for her to experience the abortion while she was still in the throes of her orgasm, and it appeared he'd hit his mark. 

    "Mo-mmieee..." The little girl giggled, trembling hands lifting to her deformed stomach as some of the shock faded. "I felt it. He really killed my baby. Wowwww..." Another hiccupy giggle accompanied a final spray of squirt, her overstretched slit clenching tight around Xan. Off to the side her mother had legs spread, the older vixen panting breathlessly and masturbating without shame to the sight of her descendants being destroyed. 

    "Wouldn't you have loved to die like that, little one?" Xan murmured into the child's ear, holding her in place while she rode out the last moments of her climax. "Snuffed while still inside your mother, just like your sibling is about to be? Doesn't that sound fun?"

    "Mmmmmnn..." Tilting her head slightly, the cub smiled up at him, a pure expression of delight on her childish face. "Yeah! But, um... can I still be snuffed as a big girl too?"

    "Of course!" Smiling at the child, Xan lifted her once more, the fox cub biting her lip at the tearing sense of agony as his cock ripped its way free. Her previously tight pussy had been completely ruined by his single thrust, the bleeding hole stretched and gaping between her trembling little legs while she moaned in residual pleasure. 

    Soft coos of delight came from the watching women while Xan slowly pulled free the prize he'd impaled upon his shaft. The limp body of the baby was speared through from brain to ass, upside-down with its feet still snagged in its mother's slit. Seeming to find the sight of the aborted infant adorable, the group of friends each congratulated Sally, the fox grinning at seeing how close she'd come to being a grandmother. 

    Setting the cub mother down upon her knees, Xan steadied the swaying child, letting her get her bearings as his baby-wrapped shaft smeared across her face. Still smiling up at him, she gave his dick and the babe both a kiss, little hands exploring her own emptied belly. 

    "Now sweetie, I'd like you to look up for me and say 'aaaaah'." Cock throbbing within the familiar sheath of a snuffed infant, Xan felt his anticipation rise as he watched the girl tilt back her head. Her mouth opened, eyes closing as she showed him her tongue. 

    "Aaaaaahh," she slurred. She kept up the sound, only wavering briefly when Xan took hold of her jaws, holding them open while he lined up the tip of his shishkebab cock with her throat. Saliva squirted from the child's mouth as a drop of bloody precum fell upon her tongue, her entire body tensing in eager anticipation.

    Slamming his cock downward, Xan violently stuffed the girl's mouth and throat with his shaft, her baby's legs cramming halfway past her lips. Choked squeals cut off her anticipatory hum, the cub mommy's eyes rolling back in delight as he forced her jaw to stretch, strong claws pulling her mouth open wider as he tried to fuck her child deeper into her throat. Professional that he was, it took only three thrusts for the doctor to realize it was never going to work. The girl's mouth was simply too small, the baby too big.

    Gripping her lower jaw with all his strength, Xan jerked his arm in a savage yank. The sound of ripping flesh and tendon made his spectators gasp, his kneeling prey letting out a gurgling cry as the bottom half of her skull was ripped completely away. The fox child's tongue lolled from her throat, eyes wide in shock and glee as she drooled down her neck, the roof of her mouth and upper row of her teeth exposed from below. 

    Dr. Xan tossed the jaw away and returned his attention to the procedure, now easily able to cram his entire cock into the girl's throat, baby included. A sloppy slurping sound came from the widened opening with each thrust forward, drool and blood dribbling from the boundary where his cock disappeared into bulging neck. The child's unfocused eyes stared up at him, stupidly blissful as he shoved her aborted child further and further down her esophagus, her choked sounds of pleasure growing more insistent. Blood and juices ran down her thighs and breasts, puddling between quivering little legs while the dragon force fed her her own baby. 

    Pounding the infant down into the girl's stomach, Xan grunted in satisfaction as he felt her tear almost at once. A shudder passed through her at the sensation of her body breaking further, limp hands jerking and fingers twitching. Reaching up to him, the teary-eyed child gripped the dragon's hips, trying to pull him deeper still. Her pelvis rocked needily back and forth as her young mind was overwhelmed with lust, saturated in the sexuality of these final moments of her life. Nothing mattered to her now but release, the rush of masochistic pleasure. 

    Aiming to please, Dr. Xan grabbed the child by what was left of her skull, the two of them holding each other in a moment of stillness. So close to their climax, he could almost envision it before it happened. It was the same way an artist must feel, he thought. Holding the finished creation in their mind, even before it was complete.

    Slamming himself forward, Xan made the vision real. The girl's bulging belly shifted, briefly returning to its previous pregnant shape as he crammed her child through into her abdomen. A mutilated scream came muffled through his cock as the cub came, loose tongue lifting to lick at portion of Xan's shaft not yet shoved into her, her bloody broken pussy spraying a pink-tinged squirt. Her entire body quivered, little hands going to the dragon's balls and caressing, trying to help him cum as she sensed her death drawing near. 

    Roaring his pleasure, Dr. Xan shoved himself fully into the willing cocksheath, reveling in the feeling of hot, living meat completely enveloping his huge shaft. His cock pushed sharply at the girl's womb from above, forcing it downward until her inverted uterus popped out her own labia. The rest of her pussy also flipped outward as his thrust followed through, a complete prolapse of her vagina hanging out between her thighs with the womb like a meaty ball at the tip. Xan's shaft could almost be seen through the fleshy sleeve, wrapped up and pulsing within, straining against the confinement. Still riding the tip of his shaft, her dead baby had found itself back in her womb, forced into the inside out organ.

    The ruined cub showed herself to be a true suckpet to the last, giving the final weak squeeze that set him off. Gently milking him into her broken body, both little hands cradled his full balls, kneading them to extract every drop. Grunting, Xan unloaded with relish, feeling a year younger as he relived the days of doing this every day, snuffing each patient with as much artistry and brutality as he'd just expressed. He felt her weakened body accept his seed, a deluge of creamy cum pumping out into her inverted womb. The meaty bulb swelled, dilated cervix wrapped around his cockhead so every drop was contained in her uterus. Like a kind of macabre condom, it grew with the baby still inside, its corpse floating in semen as it had once floated in amniotic fluid. Its mother whimpered, still working to pleasure the dragon even as her heart stuttered in her chest.

    With a ripping pop, the cub's uterus broke, birthing her baby in a flood of Xan's cum. It splatted to the ground, limp limbs flopping briefly. Poking from the torn tip of her prolapse, Xan's cock continued to paint the baby in ropes of cum for several seconds, the cub mother's body jerking with every powerful throb of his shaft through her body. Eyes closed in pure contentment, the impaled little girl continued to weakly pet and lick Xan's balls, eyes slowly dimming towards death. It gave him a glow of pride to see her, a customer well satisfied.

    Pulling out of her body slowly, he felt the offal within her shift as he withdrew, the girl's eyes opening slowly as one final shudder went through her. Looking up at her killer, her jawless face seemed happy, pupils rolling up in her head as she let out a grunt, doubling over. Her prolapse bulged briefly, defiled womb delivering one final birth. Steaming organs slid out of her inverted pussy with a sickening gooey sound, landing atop her child in its puddle of cum. 

    Slumping over, the little girl sighed in satisfaction as she sprawled out beside the pile of meat that had once been inside her. A final twitch and spritz from her ruined cunt was the only indication of her final orgasm, blood and piss bubbling from her corpse a moment later.

    Dr. Xan breathed deeply, the rush of adrenaline slowly seeping from his veins. It really had been too long. There was nothing so satisfying, so perfect as sending off a willing snuff slut and her spawn with nothing but his cock. Once he'd caught his breath, he looked up towards the shocked, aroused circle of women that had been watching. 

    "Now that was a warmup." He smiled at them, focusing especially on Sally. She was staring at the corpses with a stunned grin, perky chest heaving with excited breaths. "As much as I'd love to get off as hard with each of you, I don't think I'd have the stamina. Luckily, I do have some tools I think you'll like just as much... if not more." He indicated the table, stocked with all his brutal toys. "I'll let you each take your pick. Now... who's going first?"

    Sally sprung up at once, to the obvious expectation of all the other women. Juices ran copiously down her thighs, hands fluttering across her own heavy belly. She swallowed, seeming unable to stop smiling.

    "I'll go. After watching you do my little girl, I think I'd die from sheer anticipation if you didn't snuff me first." Everyone else nodded their assent.

    "We agreed she'd get to, ahead of time," Tasha said. "It's only fair." Behind her bushy tail her body showed signs of arousal almost as extreme as that of her friend, a slight tremor in her limbs despite her elegant pose. The resentment in her voice was almost completely contained. Some of the other women rolled their eyes at the comment, but none spoke further as Sally approached the table of tools.

    Watching the little woman, Xan appreciated the shape of her as she bent over to get a closer look at his collection. Her asshole and pussy were framed perfectly by a heart-shaped patch of white fur, rear end pointed towards him and swaying slightly as she considered her options. Already soaked, her slit grew even wetter with each deadly implement she envisioned taking her life. There was as broad an assortment of murder weapons as any snuff slut could wish for, each carefully selected by Xan to cater to all types of masochistic mommies. 

    Most he had were marvelously messy, a trio of auger, chainsaw, and weedwhacker smelling of gasoline and gore where they rested side by side, the last's plastic wire replaced with razor sharp metal tape. Others were simply brutal, such as the sledgehammer that waited weightily for bones to break, heavy metal head spattered red. He even had a few tools that were downright merciful, not often used, but still having seen their fair share of play. Picked up just a few shops away from another store in the mall, a curved katana hid its wicked blade within a dark velvet sheath. Off on its own rested a captive bolt pistol within a glass-topped box, ready to rapidly slaughter his clients like they were little more than livestock. Small and unassuming, a stainless steel meat hook hung beside it, the latest addition to his collection. 

    Or at least, it had been.

    Xan found himself eying the box he'd brought in earlier, considering whether now was an appropriate time to unpack it. Sally didn't seem to even see it, eyes passing straight over it as she decided how she'd like to die. The little vixen's nipples were diamond hard, one hand idly playing with them as she giggled at all the choices. 

    "Oh my gosh, it's just... too hard to pick! I almost wish I could get snuffed over and over to try them all." Biting her lip thoughtfully, she lightly touched each tool, caressing them like lovers. "Mmm... but part of the fun is you only get to do it once." Her fingers lingered upon the auger, tracing its spiral edge. Hesitating, she stepped away, still looking at it. Finally, she nodded.

    "That one. That's gonna feel so great inside me."

    Xan moved to take it, hefting the familiar tool in his hands as he shared a private grin with the pregnant fox.

    "Good choice. I've had this one almost since the beginning, always a big favorite." He swung it around as he turned towards her, the little woman slipping lithely up into the snuffing chair while her friends gathered round. Flexible despite her fecundity, Sally swung both her legs into the lifted stirrups without help, spreading her steamy slit for him to see. 

    "Please, doctor. Go slow." The fox shifted, getting comfortable against the waterproof cushioning as she stared with pure lust at the augur's shaft. "I want to savor it digging into me." Her audience of friends giggled, then let out excited shrieks as Xan yanked on the ripcord and brought the augur roaring to life. Both the fox's hands were grabbed up by the other women as the dragon stepped forward, eager to feel her react to the snuffbortion as it happened.

    Taking a moment to line up the spinning bit with her pussy, Xan set his feet, tail extended out behind him to counterbalance the hefty machine held out before him. He briefly met each woman's eyes, then gave them all a vicious grin. 

    Shoving the augur towards the pregnant woman, he began by teasing her, giving it none of his weight at the start. Without any pressure to make its cutting edge bite, the tip of the spiral blade merely circled, scraping against her labia and clit in a way that made her twitch in pleasure. Eyelids fluttering, the fox looked up at Xan, anticipation writ across her face . The dragon gave her a wink, then began to destroy her in earnest.

    Leaning his weight forward, he felt the threads bite almost at once, slicing easily into Sally's soft, soaked slit. Immediately the fox began to groan, toes curling up in the air as blood started to spray from her. It coated the machine that was about to kill her, adding fresh drops of crimson to Xan's completely stained coat. The doctor kept his weight forward, eyes fixated on where the biting blade was screwing itself deeper into his client's pussy.

    While the blood continued to pour, Sally began to cry out, squeezing her friend's hands as she grew more impassioned. Rising in volume and pleasure, her voice filled the small room with the sounds of a utter masochist in agony, perverse bliss filling her up faster than the thick shaft of the augur. Nearly three feet long, the bit was barely a third of the way inside her when the pregnant fox went suddenly silent. Her eyes snapped open to stare up at the ceiling, friends craning forward around her as they awaited whatever came next.

    "Nearly there," she gasped, breathless. Her hands ripped from her friends' grips, going to her perky white breasts. Far past simply playing with her nipples, she abused her tits to their limit, yanking and viciously squeezing, twisting her nipples while they sprayed milk over her and everyone nearby. "Nearly there. Nearly there." The augur was halfway in, chunks of meat starting to slip out of her increasingly bloody pussy. The wide spiral of the bit's blade was visible beneath her skin, distending slightly just below the swell of her pregnancy as it crawled the final few inches, chewing towards her waiting womb. "Nearly there. Nearly... nearly... oh fuck it's THERE!"

    Eyes rolling up in her head, Sally's hips rocked, the meat of her pussy pulsing around the augur blade as its tip sliced through her cervix and straight into the belly of the baby she carried. Her water broke in the same moment, rushing out in a brief pink dilution of the red torrent that had been pumping from her pussy. Sally fell silent once more as her climax hit, smiling in beatific satisfaction while the powerful orgasm slammed through her, continuing on even as the augur continued deeper into her body. Her hands couldn't stop playing with her breasts, nor could her legs stop trembling. Her entire little body quivering, the happy fox continued to cum from her baby's death for the rest of her life, spiral-cut cunt squirting blood and juices until the augur finally drove itself up through her thrumming heart. 

    Falling still, Sally's snuffed body slumped against the chair's supports, friends all staring in amazement at her pleasured expression. Xan felt a pang of satisfaction in a job well done, smiling to himself as he briefly ran the augur in reverse and pulled it free from the corpse's cunt. 

    "I want next!" Rose said immediately, raising one pink-scaled hand. Even as she called dibs, her large eyes couldn't leave the sight of her snuffed friend. Milk from the dead woman spattered her muzzle, and she licked it away absently.

    "No way!" Jasmine huffed, whiskers twitching as she brushed back her hair. "It should be me. I got pregnant before you, so it's only fair."

    "Neither of you gets to go next," Tasha said calmly. "Because if I don't go now, I'm going to shove that katana into my belly and cut out my baby myself. Then cum." Her gaze turned to Xan, deep green irises highlighted by dark makeup around her eyes. "But I'd much rather have you do something better."

    Her two friends grumbled, but seemed to accept their friend's sluttiness took precedent. A small smirk quirked the corner of Tasha's mouth, and she turned to give both of them deep consolation kisses, lingering long with each before shoving Sally's body out of the chair. Brushing away some of the blood with her tail, she spoke to Xan without looking back at him.

    "The sledgehammer will do well, I think. Grab it for me, would you, doctor?" 

    Putting down the augur with care, Xan's fingertips brushed across his collection, ending upon the handle of his sledgehammer. Lifting it up, he hefted it for a moment. This was one of the more popular tools, but the weight always took a little getting used to. Along with the katana Tasha had mentioned, it required a little more prowess to wield than the others.

    He found the feline woman already masturbating, arm curled around one side of her pregnancy as she rapidly circled her clit. Hanging off the chair to one side, the large bottlebrush tail she'd covered herself with earlier was practically vibrating with lust, the heavily panting woman clearly letting loose all the arousal she'd contained until now.

    "How many hits does it usually take, doctor?", she asked breathily, unfocused eyes staring at her own stomach. 

    "As many as you want," he replied. "Plus one to the skull, usually."

    Tasha moaned, biting her lip as her back arched, expression so pleasured Xan was almost sure she was about to cum. Instead she settled back, still masturbating as she spoke in a pleading tone.

    "Kill me when you want, just start swinging. I can't take it anymore. Snuff me, snuff my babies, please just ruin-"

    The breath whooshed out of her in a rush as the heavy head of the hammer swung down into her swollen belly, deforming the flesh and making a meaty thud. Her legs convulsed briefly, fingers unable to keep on her clit as her whole body reeled with the shock of impact. A few desperate gasps were all the noise she made for a few moments, eyes wide above an open mouth. Then she began to speak, an excited rush of words.

    "That hurt so much, it was lovely! I can barely believe my babies are still alive, but I can feel them kicking." She ran a loving hand across her belly, rubbing the point of impact before taking her fingers away. "I'm still perfectly round, too. I'd say I was disappointed... but all it really means is you get to hit me again." Grinning, she stretched out, resuming her masturbation as she reclined. "Whenever you're ready, Dr. Xan."

    Lifting the sledgehammer above his head, the dragon brought it down again with another powerful swing. Skin split beneath the impact point, the force coming to bear against mostly the same spot as the blow before. A wordless sound burst from Tasha's lips as the air was once again forced from her in a rush, playing with herself more urgently as she fought to bring air back into her lungs.

    "Another," she begged as soon as she had her breath back. She flicked her clit rapidly with one finger, speaking no further as her enraptured eyes followed the hammerhead upward once more.

    With the next strike something within her visibly gave way, the temporary indent after the hit becoming a permanent fixture. Her caved in stomach was bruising heavily surrounding the impact point, dark purple showing beneath the light blue fur of her belly.

    "Keep going," the feline gasped. "Pound my belly to pulp, don't stop. Don't sto-"

    Xan interrupted her once again with a hammer to the midsection, pulling back immediately for another swing. Watching the hammer rise and fall with increasingly dazed eyes, the blue cat jerked and grunted with each impact, all dignity disappearing as pleasure overtook her expression. Tenderized, her once firm belly slowly lost its shape, becoming squished and deformed beneath the endless hammer blows. Like a metronome, the sound of metal thudding against flesh filled up the little room, each note followed by a groan of growing ecstasy.

    The rhythm ended at last with a liquid pop, signifying the final failure of Tasha's womb beneath the merciless blows. Though her babies were surely long since dead, only when her stomach finally fully caved into itself did her water break, cratered belly leaving no room. Despite her untouched pussy the liquid poured as pink as Sally's had, the pulped remains of her children having marinated within the fluid until the final blow. 

    Tasha came with a cry as she gushed, a low howl leaving her throat while her back arched, flattened stomach lifting up as her legs quivered powerfully. Soaked with the remains of her offspring, her bottlebrush tail had lost most of its volume, extended outright beneath her pelvis while she moaned a blissful mantra.

    "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop..." Her pain-drunk eyes still stared at the sledgehammer, giving Xan a clue as to what she was really asking for in the throes of her ecstasy. Firming his grip, he lifted the hammer one last time, then slammed it down into her skull.

    Face crunching inward beneath the momentum of the messy steel, Tasha's body went instantly limp. Pulped, her brain oozed out her fluffy ears while the contents of her womb continued to drain through her still pulsating pussy. Her belly had come to resemble a flattened patty of ground beef beneath her skin, tenderized meat stained red from internal bleeding. Lifting the sledgehammer back to his shoulder, Xan had a brief moment to quietly admire the twitching corpse.

    Suddenly doubling over where she stood behind the snuffing chair, Rose let out a strained roar as she came from what she'd just seen. Xan turned to her in surprise, further startled to see her slumping to the floor, tail slapping against the wall as she squirted hard. Teeth clenched, the pink dragon panted for a few moments from where she sat upon the ground, the two other surviving occupants of the room looking at her with mild concern. 

    "Um... wow. You ok there, Rosie?" Jasmine's tone was more teasing than truly alarmed, clearly enjoying seeing her friend in such a state.

    "Y-yeah." Trying to catch her breath, the dragoness closed her eyes, one hand gently caressing between her legs. "I just need a moment. You go next, Jazz. I wanna recover from that one before I cum my last." 

    "Oh, well then!" Suddenly grinning, the lynx's tail lashed in excitement as she immediately turned around to look at the table of toys. Xan took a moment to pull Tasha's corpse from the snuffing chair while the other feline considered her options, dumping the dead woman beside Sally. Resting on the floor nearby, Rose opened her eyes at the thumping sound, looking briefly up at Xan and making a sheepish expression. He smiled back at her, giving her an encouraging pat on the shoulder before returning his attention to Jasmine.

    Curious, the lynx had been picking up and inspecting each tool in turn. Her paws carefully felt them, measuring their fatal potential as she thoughtfully purred to herself. Lingering for a long while with the weedwhacker in her hands, she eventually turned, biting her lip as she held it up to Dr. Xan.

    "This one. I'd love it if you could chop up my tits first, please. After that, you can shove it straight up into my womb." Her breath huffed out in arousal as she finished her request, fine streams of milk starting to spray from her swollen breasts. 

    Stowing away the sledgehammer, Xan took the weedwhacker from Jasmine while the woman stood trembling. The flow from her nipples seemed to be increasing with her excitement, as if her breasts were desperately squirting out all the milk they could before they were utterly ruined. Feeling droplets of the sweet whiteness trickle down his body, the doctor lifted the business end of the weedwhacker away from himself, holding it in before her breasts.

    "Let's do this part standing up, shall we?" He revved the gardening tool to life, watching Jasmine's eyes widen as the razor ribbons spun up until they became a scintillating blur. Milk flicked in all directions as she lactated directly into the whirring blades, hard nipples dripping and spraying, twitching with shudders and gasping breaths as her anticipation climbed. Her hands felt behind her for the edge of the tool table, bracing herself for what was about to come. Arching her spine, she pushed her chest forward, almost shoving her bosom directly into the weedwhacker as she presented her tits for destruction. 

    Disappearing as if by magic as they were flicked away by the momentum of the spinning blade, the lynx's nipples flew free of their attachment to her chest, the first sign of damage as Xan began to push the razor edges towards her. Sliced off so cleanly, Jasmine's milk pumped out of the wound before her blood could, white spritzing in a sudden release that renewed with each new cut of the encroaching edges.

    Tossing her ginger locks as her head tilted back in bliss, the feline purred as her breasts were cut away in small increments, sectioned like meat in a deli slicer. Blood and milk started to run down her swollen belly, dribbling from the dwindling remains of her tits in a waterfall of precious liquid. Purring just above the sound of the weedwhacker engine, Jasmine's fingers tightened upon the table edge, hips giving a tremor of pleasure as she gave up her mammaries to be mutilated. 

    When soon the lynx's once prodigious bust had been shaved utterly flat, Dr. Xan let up upon the throttle of the machine, letting it settle into a quiet idle as he lowered the bloody ribbons. Chunks of fatty meat clung to the inside of the trimmer guard, sprayed there by the spinning edges. A puddle of blood and milk spread upon the floor between him and his loudly purring client, Jasmine's head flipping forward to stare at herself with an energized grin. Panting, she flicked her gaze up at the blue drake, winking through hanging scarlet locks while her body trembled in bliss.

    "Wasn't gonna use those anyway. I'd take that over breastfeeding any day!" Finally letting go of the table, she slowly retracted her claws which had been trying to dig into the stainless steel. Giving a brief stretch, she slid her ass back onto the tabletop, seating herself with legs spread. Sopping pussy still spurting, she smiled invitingly at Dr. Xan. "Now... time for the main event, doctor."

    Lowering the head of the weedwhacker to her puffy pussy lips, Xan slowly shoved the ribbon-trailing tip of the tool inside her, the wide head stretching her open. Purring in pleasure, Jasmine bit her lip as it slid in deep, the ribbons slicing up the inside of her slit. Blood leaked out past her labia while the tip of the weedwhacker pressed harder and harder against her cervix, the sanguine fluid mixing with the juices and milk dripping off her body to coat the surface of the table. 

    With a final sharp thrust, the dragon forced the bladed head through Jasmine's cervix, eliciting a mewl of pleasure from the lynx as her anticipation sharply peaked. The gore-spattered blades stroked across her baby, the infant giving a final kick that made its mother smile.

    Flicking the throttle to full, Dr. Xan held tight as the woman let out a cry of exhilaration. Jasmine's wide eyes stared at him, filled with ecstasy as she experienced her insides, baby included, being turned into a mix of bloody hash. The skin of her stomach bulged irregularly as the weedwhacker blades bounced off ribs and spine, jumping around inside her abdomen and churning her organs and infant up into a smooth mixture of meat. The resulting crimson goop leaked out around the shaft of the weedwhacker as Xan slowly set it down, placing the handle end down on the ground now that the blades were firmly stuck inside her.

    With the tool continuing to spin within her belly, Jasmine came with a choked roar, hands clawing at her missing breasts as she grinned in a fierce expression of bliss. Her hips humped at the tool that was destroying her, riding the weedwhacker like a lover's cock while Dr. Xan watched. His eyes focused on her bouncing stomach, watching for any sign of popping as the razor blades tore at her internally. Seeing none, he came close against her, pressing his body near to hers as he took his head in her hands.

    Still riding the high of her destructive climax, the lynx purred at him, fluttering her eyelashes happily while her pussy clenched tight around the weedwhacker. Xan smiled back, then sharply twisted her head, snapping her neck before her orgasm could end. 
   
    Stepping back as the woman instantly went limp, he watched Jasmine's corpse slump over and slide down onto the ground. The weedwhacker rattled against the ground as the engine vibrated, and Xan quickly moved to turn it off. Silence settled over the room momentarily, the dragon inspecting the snuffed shape of the lynx's body. 

    Once he was sure of the correct angle the doctor braced one clawed hand against the corpse's pelvis, holding it down as he yanked the tool free with a messy wet sound. Blended meat oozed from the opened hole, spreading across the linoleum while he stored the weedwhacker back upon the table. 

    Sighing in satisfaction, Dr. Xan took a moment to collect himself, this being far more clients than he was used to dealing with this early in the morning. Doubly appreciative now of the warm-up she'd given him, he shot a grateful glance towards Sally's corpse, gaze then going to the pink dragon resting beside her.

    Rose looked back at him, seeming recovered. Sitting with chin resting upon one raised knee, she perked up as he stepped towards him, a sly grin spreading over her muzzle.

    "Is it finally my turn?" Standing slowly, she took Xan's hand as he offered it out to help her up, still holding it once she was fully upright. Glancing around the room at all her snuffed friends, she spread her wings slightly, a little shiver running through them as she relished being the last to die. "Not that I minded waiting, that is." She blushed again, recalling her embarrassing episode earlier. "I enjoyed watching a little too much, actually."

    An idea struck the doctor then, a thought he'd been keeping in the back of his mind suddenly jumping to the fore.

    "Perhaps I could offer you some compensation for the long wait? A special snuffbortion, something no one else has ever had." Pointing off to the side at the crate, he smiled invitingly. "Brand new in fact, just came in today." 

    Intrigued, Rose peered at the crate, seeming to deliberate for a moment as her gaze flicked towards all the other glorious snuff tools she already knew were options. The allure of the unknown quickly won out, and she nodded her hesitant acceptance.

    "Alright... I'm sure it's gonna be something just super brutal, right?" She smiled hopefully, tail lashing in excitement.

    Chucking softly, Xan picked up the crowbar where he'd left it, smoothly cracking open the crate with a brief application of leverage. 

    "Something like that." Reaching into the opened box, he gleefully brought out his newest toy. A squat, flattened cylinder, the main metal pressure vessel was capped on top with a digital gauge, one plastic hose hanging off from its side. Setting it down, he pressed a button, talking over the machine as it began to loudly whirr, filling itself with air. 

    "This here," he said with rising excitement. "Is a portable high-powered rapid tire inflator, one specially made for huge vehicles. RV's, 18 wheelers and the like. It can inflate a truck tire from flat to filled in less than five minutes." Grinning sadistically at the other dragon, he reached back into the crate. "So you might be able to imagine what it's going do to you."

    Pulling out the custom hose attachment he'd ordered, he showed it to her, letting her wide eyes take it in in full. The huge metal dildo screwed into the pre-existing hose tip, channeling the pressurized air through the shaft like cum through a living cock's urethra. A spiked rubber 'knot' at the base was meant to inflate when air rushed through, holding the phallus in place and sealing all pressure within the slut it was plugged into.

    This was however a relatively common order, typical of any inflation fetishist who bought such a device. The company hadn't even charged Xan for it, offering it freely at his request. What had cost him was the special alteration, the part that made this inflation toy relevant to his business. Hanging off from the metal cockhead, the hose continued out through the 'urethra', extending until it finally terminated in a second dildo. Otherwise identical to the first one in design, this secondary phallus was considerably smaller... though compared to the infants it was meant to slot into, still relatively big.

    Taking it in, Rose clearly understood what she was in for, almost drooling as she stared at the attachment. Forcing her mouth to stop gaping open, her eyes slowly refocused, looking up at Xan.

    "I need you to put that in me." She stepped forward, voice suddenly firm. "And choke me with your cock." Grabbing his member to emphasize her point, she squeezed it with a grin. "So I can enjoy the taste of a good dick while I wait for me and my baby to burst."

    Eyebrows raised, Xan looked down at her, the two locking eyes as the inflator shut down, fully pressurized. Internally, he reflected that dragons always seemed to be the clients that surprised him most often, and wondered why that might be.

    "Of course I'd be happy to oblige," he said graciously, certain that if he denied her she'd tackle him to the ground and hook everything up herself.

    Smiling hungrily, Rose turned sharply upon her heel, bending herself across the snuffing chair with her ass sticking over one side, face over the other. Her knees settled atop Tasha's smashed stomach, cushioned upon her friend's corpse like it was a bean bag full of meat. Arms folded beneath her, she waited eagerly as Xan screwed the attachment onto the hose, pink tail lashing upright in the air.

    "Now, try to relax." Putting a hand on Rose's ass, he gave it a friendly squeeze before holding her firmly in place. With the smaller dildo tip pinched between pointer finger and thumb and other fingers curled around the larger shaft, he casually rammed his fist straight into the pink dragon's pussy, feeling her clench around him as she let out a deep, pleasured moan. Pushing through her cervix with practiced ease, he felt as much as heard her voice rise into a shriek of joyful agony, feeling around inside her for her baby. 

    Finding the infant's umbilical cord, he followed it with the backs of his fingers, tracing it to the cub. The child squirmed in pleasure as he thumbed the little dildo into its tiny pussy, Xan carefully withdrawing his arm once he was sure it was in place. Rose's strained gasps of pleasure came regularly as he stretched her on his way out, pussy squeezing around the base of the larger dildo once it was all that was left inside her.

    Flicking on the air, Dr. Xan spoke to Rose as he looked over the digital readout.

    "Now, given that you're a fair bit smaller than a truck tire, you probably have less than 5 minutes. Your baby... less than 1, I'd guess." He turned towards her, finding the woman with a satisfied, seductive expression as the spiked rubber knots swelled up within her and her unborn child.

    "Then you'd better hurry and get over here, then." Tapping her muzzle, she licked her chops eagerly. "While I'm still warm, doctor."

    Cock giving its first twinge in a long while, Xan felt some of the arousal he'd felt earlier return as he situated himself before the hungry dragoness. Her eyes looked lovingly at his cock, almost crossed as it hung in front of her face. Long forked tongue extending, the pink protrusion snaked around his shaft, licking it clean of the dried blood and cum from when he'd killed Sally's daughter. Then tightening around him as he stiffened more fully, the tongue pulled him into her mouth, hot muzzle enveloping him as he let out a groan. Immediately beginning to suck on him, the pink dragonness drooled copiously around his cock, expertly servicing him as she awaited her infant's death.

    Cracking open an eye after a moment of enjoying her suckling, Dr. Xan checked on the status of his patient, sensing that the time was almost near. The noise of hissing air was an undercurrent below the lewd sounds of sucking and slurping Rose, her stomach making soft popping and groaning noises as she stretched. Pulling briefly off his cock, the woman whispered blissfully to him.

    "It feels so good, doctor... I can feel my baby swelling. She's kicking... enjoying herself as much as mommy is." Eyelids fluttering in happiness, she eagerly returned to her task, starting to take Xan deep into her throat. His ridged shaft stuffed her, muffling her moans as she swallowed around it, belly grown to twice her previous size. Squished against the seat of the snuffing chair, her lactating breasts coated her fingers in milk as she started to play with her own nipples, tail vibrating upright in the air as the peak of her ecstasy approached. 

    A muffled, meaty POP sounded suddenly, both of them going still in the following instant. Rose's eyes went wide before she let out a guttural cry, body twitching as it was wracked with immediate orgasm. Squirt sprayed over the corpses of her friends, her noises of pleasure intense and shamelessness as she quivered in bliss. 

    Stomach still continuing to swell, her soft scales stretched, straining as she started to lose the strength to actively pleasure Xan's cock. Having been unable to breathe since she'd taken him into her throat, she was beginning to truly asphyxiate, face turning purple as her oxygen ran out. Jerking her face back and forth, she serviced him as a cocksleeve, lacking the coordination for aught else. 

    Another groan from her belly caused the pink dragon to slow in her ministrations, then stop. Watering eyes looked up at Dr. Xan from the level of his crotch, teary with pain and ecstasy. A slow moan came muffled from her throat, the last of her breath spent to vocalize her pleasure as her body finally gave way. 

    Belly bursting like a wet paper bag, Rose's organs slumped out from her open abdomen in much the same way as Sally's daughter's had not an hour before, plopping onto the floor in a steamy pile that covered the face of Tasha's corpse. Her popped baby dangled from the hose of the dildo it'd been filled with, spiked knot holding it in place while its own popped little body swung, hissing from the escaping air still pumping through its exposed insides. It wore an innocent little smile, large eyes glassy with death.

    Making a contented hum following the release of all the pressure that had built within her, the dragoness slowly slumped, piss arcing out of her below the inflated dildo. It splattered against the wall, then the floor as her knees went out, a silly smile on her face while Xan held her head in place to finish choking her to death upon his member.

    Watching and waiting until all signs of life had disappeared, the doctor immediately began to violently rape Rose's corpse. Fucking her throat mercilessly in an attempt to get his rocks off, he closed his eyes, replaying the moment of her bursting while the tingling pleasure started to build up in the flesh of his cock. It was the first time he'd ever seen such a thing, and the beauty of it was so fresh, so perfect to him. He was more glad than ever that he'd found the inflation device, thinking as much as he drove himself unreservedly towards climax.

    A small, polite knock sounded at the clinic door.

    Xan slowed briefly, the sound drawing his attention away from his pleasure as he reduced the violence of his thrusts. He waited a moment, then sighed as the knock repeated, ripping himself free of Rose's throat. Her limp corpse draped across the snuffing chair as he dropped it, face still stiffly grinning while her aborted baby hung halfway out of her abdomen. It fell free as Xan reached to turn off the still pumping air, the rubber knot that had kept it dangling deflating and allowing fall free of the dildo it'd been suspended from.

    Not bothering to clean off any of the blood and gore of his recent clients, the doctor only took a moment to relax and put on a smile, letting go of his frustrated arousal as he consoled himself that he would have plenty of opportunities to get off later. Once he was once again feeling a genuine interest in helping out his next client, he stood up straight and opened the door, ready to greet the next masochist mother of the day.

    "Hello-" he began, then trailed off, words dying on his lips as he laid eyes upon the woman who had been waiting. 

    'Radiant' was a word oft used to describe an expectant mother, a healthy, alluring glow that enticed her suitor to stay and help care for her in a time of need. Most of his clients benefited from this boost to their beauty, hormones reshaping their bodies, swelling their breasts, putting color in their cheeks. It was this that had drawn him towards such females, the pleasure derived from destroying a willing woman at her peak of femininity, ripe and full of life until the moment he destroyed them.

    Radiance was not enough to describe the dragonness before him, however. Her allure would surely have been beyond that of any woman he'd ever killed even before her pregnancy had come upon her. Now that she was in the full bloom of her last trimester the power of her beauty was nearly divine, making looking at her an almost religious experience. 

    Awed to silence by this very phenomenon, Xan stared at the woman's face, drinking it in. A short, shapely muzzle smiled back at him, long eyelashes fluttering dark against bright blue eyesockets. Her sweet features were framed in a purple face with hooked horns spreading to either side of her skull, hair the same creamy color as her milk hanging in artful waves down her back. Vibrant skin tones of purple and turquoise contrasted all across her body, the latter highlighting her most alluring features, breasts and belly shining as if carved from pure gemstone. Brightened by the beauty of motherhood, the lighter colors of her were almost luminous as she pushed past him, the translucent silk wrappings she wore allowing her skin to shine through. The tiny triangles of fabric over her nipples only served to highlight how erect they were, the skimpy clothing soaked in aromatic milk. 

    "Goodness, I'd nearly worn my eyes out rereading that plaque while I waited! I knocked and peeked in when I arrived, but once I saw you were with a large group I didn't want to interrupt."

    Xan turned to continue staring at the gorgeous dragonness, eyes locked on her backside as she breezed casually past him and began cooing in delight at the sight of the corpses strewn about the room. The hooked tip of her tail flicked happily back and forth as she individually admired each of the late ladies, seeming to find Sally's cub particularly adorable. 

    "Awww, this one reminds me of my daughter's snuffing! So precious when one of the little ones gets that fatal urge, and what a treat it is to see them taken care of properly!" Inspecting everything in the room while Xan stood stunned, she hummed and nodded to herself in approval. Clapping her hands together in genuine applause, she spun back to Xan and smiled sweetly at him, not seeming to mind that he hadn't said a word since she'd walked in.

    "Bravo, doctor. I admit, I'm already impressed with what I see here... but of course, you must be wondering who I am!" Stepping up close to the doctor, she smoothly took his hand, shaking it lightly as she introduced herself. "My name is Josefina Garner, and I'm a snuff critic. A fairly well reputed one, if I might flatter myself somewhat." Still holding Xan's hand, she absently played with his fingers as she spoke on, meeting his gaze with a charismatic grin. "I've been to all sorts of snuff-based businesses, all the biggest dolcett restaurants, amputation parlors, murder clubs... really anything that caters to killing masochists!"

    Finally stirring from his stupor, Xan realized the woman was tracing little heart patterns in the smears of blood and gore on his palm. Glancing briefly down at them, he was able to gather his thoughts enough to wonder something.

    "That's quite a career, Josefina... though if I may ask, how have you survived so long? It seems like a fairly fatal line of work." He made the mistake of glancing back up at her as he posed his question, getting caught up again in her entrancing yellow eyes. She tossed her creamy curls back and giggled in delight. 

    "Oh, I didn't partake personally! No no... I brought a family member with me to each business, then interviewed them for their final thoughts. I've facilitated the snuffing of my entire family, in fact. Brothers, sisters, more of my own children than I can count." Her smile quirked oddly, and she swallowed before continuing on. "All that's left now is my baby... and me." 

    Stepping briefly past Xan and back outside, the dragonness scooped up a laptop and webcam that had been placed upon the ground. Returning to him, she grinned with her earlier enthusiasm.

    "Now, Doctor... what place do you think might give me a good angle for livestreaming my final review? I'd like my audience to see everything during my last moments."

    Turning to look around his clinic, Xan felt an unexpected surge of eagerness and anxiousness, suddenly intensely interested in making a good impression. Not just on Josefina, but on the audience that would soon be watching him perform live, an unknown number of people that would see for the first time what a firsthand snuffing from Dr. Xan looked like. It might be thousands of furs... hundreds of thousands. Millions, even. 

    Suddenly feeling a knot in his stomach, the blue dragon hastily pointed towards one of the decorative shelves on the walls.

    "I think you could put the camera over there... drag over a chair from the waiting room to set the laptop on. Excuse me for a moment." While the dragonness began to set up where he'd indicated, Xan stepped into the small bathroom at the back of his little clinic. 

    Washing some of the blood and gore off of his hands, the blue dragon splashed some water onto his face, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself. Waiting until he felt the tension in his gut ease, he stood bent over the sink basin, eyes closed tight.

    Once it had, he opened his eyes to regard himself in the mirror. He saw a face much like that of his sister's, drawing strength from the idea of how she'd enjoy just such an opportunity as this. 

    An idea suddenly came to him, and he cracked a sudden grin as excitement washed over the last of his nerves. Reaching down to the cabinet below the sink, he opened one of the doors, feeling for where the noose he'd hung his sister with had once been. 

    In its place now was a gleaming bonesaw, the very same which he'd used to messily amputate his sibling all those months ago. He'd maintained it diligently, knowing that someday he'd want to use it once again on a special occasion. Staring at it for a moment while cradling it in his hands, he laughed softly, then went back out to Josefina.

    "Ready to start?" he asked. Looking back over a shoulder at him, Josefina lowered a wing so he could see her smile and nod. 

    "Get into position, Doctor. The recording will begin in... 10 seconds!" She tapped a key, then jumped up from where she'd been kneeling, hurrying over to stand beside him and take hold of his free arm. Composing herself into a beautiful smile, she glanced at Xan as the countdown crept towards zero, squeezing his arm encouragingly. He smiled as well, facing the camera and trying to look professional. 

    The timer hit 0, and Josefina immediately launched into a greeting as the stream's chat started to flood with excited viewers.

    "Hey there Josefans! We're back with yet another snuff review, this time here at the wonderful Dr. Xan's Snuffbortion Clinic! Now, as you can see from all the happy mommies cooling off around me, this is clearly a popular spot - I even got here right after opening, and still had to wait a while! But that's okay, because I've been wanting to review this place for a while now." She winked salaciously, dropping her voice to a confidential stage whisper. 

    "Now, some of you have been speculating what I might do now that my family is fresh out of snuffmeat for me to use in my interviews... well, if you haven't guessed it by now, here's the announcement! At long last, your very own Josefina is going to get snuffed! I'm so excited everyone, and just want to thank you all for going on this journey with me and my family. This will of course by my final upload, but I hope you all continue to watch and enjoy long after I'm gone. With that all said... lets get into it! I have with me here the lovely Dr. Xan himself, and oh my if I couldn't have asked for a sexier executioner! Just look at this thing!"

    Reaching over to Xan's crotch, she groped his cock firmly and gave a hum of appreciation. 

    "Now doctor, as much as I hope you get to use this thing on me, I understand you have a variety of snuff methods available to choose from?"

    "That's right Josefina," Dr. Xan replied, wondering if he should look into the camera or at her. "And adding more all the time!"

    "Lovely!" She beamed at him. "For the fans, if you want an idea of some of what you might be in for, look no further than the happy customers all around us! Hopefully I'll get to try something new just to demonstrate it, but before we get into that, would you please explain some basics about snuffbortion business practices for those not in the know, Dr. Xan?"

    "Certainly." Starting to get into the groove of it, Xan addressed the viewers as if they were simply another potential customer. "For starters, just by being in this room Josefina is actually already legally deceased. Her estate and assets all now belong to me... including the monetization on this video, I suppose!" He laughed and Josefina joined him, musical giggles melding with his own as she affectionately rubbed his cock. 

    "Well, tell us more doctor!" Josefina looked up at him, almost adoring. "How does snuffbortion itself work?" Xan wasn't sure if her intense interest was an act or not, but it gave him the confidence to continue. 

    "What I do is use my body, tools or a combination of the two to give a pregnant mother and her baby a sexually enjoyable mutual end. Typically the mother gets to enjoy feeling her infant die first, so it's technically an abortion, but she always gets snuffed as well. Hence, snuffbortion." He held out two hands separately, then brought them together to demonstrate. "Now, for my own sake I try to introduce variety, but obviously for each girl that comes in their own snuffing is deeply special to them, even if the last girl got snuffed in the same way. I try to make sure to give them an experience that matches that, and make each snuffing personal." He nodded emphatically, and Josefina cooed, pressing her chest to his arm while milk sprayed through her translucent top. 

    "That's so kind of you, doctor. In fact, I don't think I can wait a moment more to experience it for myself. Let's begin, shall we?" Slipping away from him, the multicolored dragoness swung her shapely hips as she approached the snuffing chair, giving Rose's remains a playful shove to get them out of the way. Xan followed after, offering the beautiful woman a hand to help her up.

    "I'll quiet now while I get to work, and let Josefina do the talking," Dr. Xan informed the audience. Aiding her in settling into the snuffbortion seat, he reclined it and spun it around slightly to give a better angle on the action. Backside sticking to the blood-soaked chair, Josefina wiggled appreciatively. 

    "Comfy," she complimented. "And still warm! Mmm... even sitting here makes me wet, knowing just how many masochist mommies must've been killed in this chair." Spreading her pussy for the stream, Josefina let all her viewers see its vibrant pink insides, juices trickling from the steamy interior. Above it her swollen stomach looked like a ripe fruit, the colors of her skin lush and lovely across the surface of her pregnancy. 

    Making his way around behind her, Xan grabbed the first tool he could reach - the meat hook. Josefina cooed as she noticed his choice, professionalism slipping briefly as anticipation made her moan softly beneath her breath. Her firm breasts unloaded in a heavy, sweet smelling flow, soaked fabric directing the constant outpour of milk to dribble down the undersides of her tits and down her sides. 

    A moment passed as Xan considered getting entirely too personal with Josefina, more tempted than he'd openly admit to simply make love to the beautiful dragonness before snuffing her. Already he could imagine licking the milk from her scales, pumping her full of cum and giving her a few extra orgasms before proceeding with the actual snuffbortion. If he weren't bound by law and had met her off the clock, he might've even tried to convince her to spend a couple nights having fun at his place before she bit the big one.

    In the end, he decided this was neither the time nor the place. It wouldn't do well to misrepresent his business by giving this woman special treatment just because she was famous... and gorgeous. He felt a pang of regret at the decision, but managed to suppress it quickly.

    Holding the hook extended between his ring and middle fingers with the handle was securely within his fist, Xan placed a palm on Josefina's stomach. He could feel the other dragon's heartbeat, thrumming in excitement as the woman looked up at him wide-eyed from where she lay. 

    "This is going to hurt," he promised, as he always did. 

    Punching his fist into her, the doctor held her down firmly as her hips immediately tried to buck from the sudden blaze of pain and pleasure, stretched pussy clenching around his wrist. Her moan was long and drawn out, trailing into breathy commentary on everything she was feeling. 

    "Ooh, it's - scraping. Mm I can feel that point pricking me as he goes in deeper... deeper. My baby's gonna love having that spike into its little belly! Josefans, if you're pregnant, seriously consider coming to one of these places. I've never felt closer to any of my babies than I do right now, about to get snuffed together!"

    Xan lost track of the commentary for a moment as he wiggled his arm in deeper, struggling to push through Josefina's hot, clinging cunt. She was twice as tight as some children he'd snuffed, and he was starting to regret not breaking professionalism. Still, he kept his mind on his duties, situating the top of the meathook against her cervix and giving a hard shove to break through and into her womb. 

    A cry of bliss accompanied the immediate wash of water that began to spurt past Xan's arm, and the doctor worked quickly to take advantage of the limited lubricant. Giving the baby's body a brief once-over, he spoke to Josefina, smiling as he delivered the news.

    "It's a herm! Healthy one too, balls already dropped before it's even out of the womb." 

    "I always knew it must've been my sister's cock that knocked me up," Josefina panted, expression tight as her body twitched and spasmed from the agony of having an arm shoved up into her womb. "Let me see her, doctor... I'd like everyone to meet the last member of my family." Her pussy squeezed in anticipation as she made the request, elegant hands milking her tits slowly in thick sprays up into the air. 

    Twisting the meat hook into position, Xan found the umbilical cord and slashed at it, tearing it free in the same motion as he plunged the sharp tip into the baby's belly. Once he felt it was deep enough to be secure, he heaved himself backward, Josefina's wetness letting him pull himself free with ease. His hand ripped free of her followed by a blinking little baby dragon, belly bleeding where it'd been impaled. 

    Groaning and quivering on the table after feeling her infant ripped out of her, Josefina could barely form words as she stared up at her baby. With trembling arms she reached out for it, the confused infant looking around and absently tugging at the hook shoved through its guts. Its little cock started to harden, throbbing against the metal spike as it gave an innocent burble.

    "Come... mama..." Josefina panted. Xan placed the infant into her arms, watching the woman smile happily as she drew it to her breast to nurse, starting to jerk the baby off with two trembling fingers. Pulling the meat hook free of its stomach, Xan addressed the audience as he gently caressed the child and Josefina's breast.

    "As you can probably guess, this will be an external abortion. We'll be taking care of both mother and child nearly simultaneously, which I'm sure they'll both appreciate." Josefina gave a winning grin in reply, lounging against the snuffbortion chair while her mutilated infant nursed.

    Picking up the bonesaw, Dr. Xan circled around to the top of the chair, reaching over to run his fingers through Josefina's beautiful hair. Looking upside down at him, the woman shivered at the sensation, staring up at the edges of the bonesaw hanging above her.

    "I'll need you to relax," he murmured to her, just loud enough for those watching to hear. "And tilt your head for me."

    She complied readily, starting to squeeze her baby's package so hard the infant gave pained, happy squeaks through her breast. Breath puffed hard from her muzzle as the blade of the bonesaw pressed up against her scalp, free hand sliding down her emptied belly to start to stroke her slit. 

    Putting his weight behind the blade, Dr. Xan began to saw rapidly, the grating noise of bone being severed reverberating rhythmically as he stroked back and forth through Josefina's skull. His client closed her eyes, smile growing slowly as she played with herself. At her breast her baby bled, loops of tiny intestine starting to bulge from its gut wound while its little hands pulled at them, mouth still greedily suckling. Its cock was held captive in its mother's grip, crushed and stroked mercilessly as she started to narrate to her audience.

    "I have to say, getting your baby ripped out of you beats the hell out of birthing naturally. Twice as painful, and twice as fun! I'm so turned on I could cum if I just twitched my fingers right - though a big reason for that is also because of what the doctor's doing to my skull! I'm sure those who've been wondering in the comments will appreciate finally seeing if my brain is just as sexy as my older sisters." She giggled, then looked away from the camera and down at her baby, not moving her skull so as not to disturb Xan's work. The blue dragon nearly finished sawing a circle around her scalp, and the pain was all starting to melt together beautifully inside her head.

    "Looks like my little one is enjoying herself too!" She squeezed the baby's testicles harder, smiling as its little cock throbbed against her other breast. "Painslut genes run strong in my family, don't they? Of course, we all knew that already!" Smiling stunningly back up at the camera, she winked as the doctor took hold of her horns. Just as he lifted the top of her skull away to expose her brain, she gave her audience a loving reminder. "Make sure to breed tons, Josefans! You gotta make up for snuffmeat like me!"

    Xan briefly admired the perfect dome of skull he'd sliced free, placing it off to the side before returning his attention to Josefina. The snuff critic had reached up to stroke her own gray matter, squeezing her baby a little tighter to her chest as she let out a series of shuddery gasps. Giving her a second to appreciate it, the doctor then spoke up, extending a hand down towards the child on her chest.

    "Could I have your baby now, Josefina? I think it's time to send you both off." 

    Yellow eyes swiveled to look up at him, that adoring gleam returning as she eagerly passed up her baby for slaughter. Ratcheting the chair a little bit more upright, Xan carefully placed the infant, smiling reassuringly at it while she squirmed lightly in his grasp. Situating her atop Josefina's opened skull, he let them rest belly-down on the cushion of their mother's brain, little cock hanging down over her forehead and face pointed backwards towards him.

    Taking Josefina's free hand, he lifted it up to put it on the infant's back. 

    "Hold that in place for me, would you?" 

    The woman almost nodded, whining softly in anticipation while she started to masturbate rapidly. 

    "Yes, doctor. Please, hurry... I can't hold back much longer!"

    Grinning at the pleasure in Josefina's voice, Xan gripped the base of his own cock, directing its tip towards the infant's face. The curious babe looked at the strange shape, muzzle parting as its body registered pheromones that were preprogrammed to turn it on. 
 
    Putting the tip in its mouth, he let the child suckle for a moment, drawing out the final moment as he enjoyed the feeling of its little lips. Josefina's fingers trembled on its back, her moans rising as she watched a side view of the scene through the laptop screen. 

    "Do it," she begged, brain pulsing beneath her baby, body tense with sheer lust. "Do it, doctor!"

    Xan slammed his cock forward, aborting the baby in a single stroke. Cum pumped from its tiny cock while it twitched and died in the following moment, giving its mother a facial with its final breath. Josefina came with a throaty cry as her child's wiggling stopped, pussy spasming, then squirting violently when his shaft speared through the hole in its belly and slammed into her brain. Half her face began to twitch uncontrollably, the other half smiling madly while she sprayed from her slit, milk pouring from both tits. Hips spasming, she spoke her final words with a heavy slur, halfway grinning while Dr. Xan fucked her brain through her dead infant.

    "Snuff me good docorrr... oh, rating. Rating!" She giggled, lifting one arm and giving an enthusiastic thumbs up. "I give Dr. Xan's snuffbortion clin... clinaaa... five starsssrrrrrddddaaauhhhhhhhhk."

    Trailing off into stupid giggling sounds, Josefina's beautiful cum-covered face contorted in spasms of uncontrolled bliss. Tongue lolling from her muzzle, she squeezed one tit so hard her milk began to come out pink, still squirting from a cunt that seemed unable to stop cumming. Xan gripped her skull as he continued to fuck it, scrambling the meat within with rough strokes of his shaft and watching her body react to the damage. Already turned on, it didn't take much longer for him to reach his climax with such a lovely show. 

    Tensing with ecstasy as his pleasure peaked, he blew his load directly into Josefina's brain. Shaft pulsing powerfully, he groaned and let loose, his cum squeezing through the wrinkles of her gray matter and oozing out of her ears. Pissing herself while still giving a thumbs up, Josefina began to drool, body convulsing in a brief seizure. Cutting it off abruptly, Xan slammed his hips fully forward as his orgasm ended, shoving her dead baby down into her skull to obliterate what little of her mind remained. 

    Brain and cum squished out around the rim of the open top he'd cut, squeezing past the infant and out of her eyes and ears. Josefina died like a machine turning off, eyes losing their light and body relaxing. Even still she continued to smile, hand loosely curled into the same thumbs up she'd given moments before being snuffed.

    Catching his breath, Xan stared down at her, feeling sticky bits of brain  start to coagulate around his cock. After a moment's respite he pulled his messy shaft free of baby and skull, tilting Josefina's head back a few degrees so he could fit his cockhead into her mouth. Piss poured from him in a powerful rush a moment later, some dribbling out the corners of her muzzle as he urinated down her throat. Closing his eyes, he pissed with a feeling of release almost as good as his orgasm.

    Sighing in when he eventually finished up, he withdrew away from the dead woman, circling around the chair and heading towards the camera. Picking it up, he fiddled with the controls for a moment before locating the off button. Grinning prior to pressing it, he addressed the audience one final time before shutting off the stream for good.

    "New locations opening soon!"