These are some seriously roughly written stories, but I wanted to get SOMEthing out since I haven't written anything complete for eons.

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{I read someone's claim that you can't get off to porn you've made yourself. Not being up for filming myself nor a capable enough artist, I decided to try making a super short story of one of my fantasies. The verdict: pawing off successful!}


"Ahhhhh..." I sighed with relief, my tongue hanging out as I felt the massive messy load squish and spread in the seat of my diaper. My bladder came next, trickling its contents into the front padding as I straightened up from the squat.

"That's much better. I'm ready now!" I beamed, thoroughly enjoying the warm soggy mess of my newly-full diaper. The executioner smiled and readjusted my noose, making sure I was standing up straight. She slipped a soft cloth hood over my head, and I heard two steps away.

Then came a click, and the trapdoor evaporated from under my feet. I felt freefall for a brief instant before the noose yanked up on my neck, and I felt a crunch of breaking bone.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up as my next incarnation. I couldn't wait for my next death.


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{This was inspired by an electric chair YCH I bought a slot in. Also, an electric chair story I'd read recently.}


The baby fox giggled as the executioner waved a brightly colored plastic toy, encouraging the little tyke to crawl up onto the chair. The large wolf nuzzled the boy's face one last time before putting a cloth executioner's hood on himself and a tiny muzzle on the excited little toddler.

Alfador squealed with glee as the grownup wolf carefully strapped his arms and legs to the electric chair. His diaper rustled and crinkled as he fidgeted in his seat. Then came the buzzy shaver to get the top of his head and a patch on his leg nice and smooth. Finally he felt the tickling of salty water dribbling down his head as Zephon adjusted the metal cap with its soaked sponge inside.

"Are you ready to go zappy?" the executioner smiled beneath his hood, the enthusiasm obvious from the tiny tot's eyes. Little Alfie couldn't move very much, but he could nod slightly. "Mmmf mmm!"

As soon as the big wolf threw the switch, the baby fox's body surged against the straps, muscles contracting uncontrollably at full force. His diaper, already damp with the pee of excitement, now flooded with the remainder of his bladder's contents.

A loud blort issued from under the fox boy's tails, each of which curled and twitched as a portion of the current grounded through them. Alfie's execution diaper pushed out in the back as his bowels violently emptied in death. Steam poured from the baby's large pointy ears and escaped vents in the muzzle, small puffs leaking out the waistband of his diaper as well.

When Zephon switched the power back off, the dead toddler slumped against the straps, overstimulated muscles utterly spent. The executioner listened with a stethoscope as the little fox's heart fluttered, straining to restart, but gave up the ghost after a few quivers.

The three other babies waiting for their turn on Li'l Sparky clapped their paws together as the big wolf unstrapped the cooked cub corpse to make room for the next excited kit to meet their demise on the baby-size electric chair.


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{I don't usually include Pokémon or pokémorphs in my fantasies, but after winning a piece of snuff art in a species naming raffle, I decided to incorporate some of the artist's other art and lore in the story.}


"Fire!" The squad pulled the triggers on their weapons at the pikachu's command. A cacophony of shots rang out as the gunfire mowed down a dozen blue-furred pups. Holes appeared in heads, chests, and crotches as the loveable, snuffable "coldpups" fell down. Most of them were wearing diapers or pullups, but a few emptied their bladders and bowels onto the ground in death.

As the rest of the group began to haul away the smiling corpses, the pikachu noticed one of them crawling towards him. "What's this? An unsnuffed coldpup? Why, this will not do." He grinned and stepped on the live pup's neck.

"Three tails? Some kind of mutant? I probably would have known about you sooner... or maybe you're some shapeshifter that's slipped into my stock of snuff toys." The small blue pup giggled under the pikachu's paw.

"But we just used all the bullets I'd set aside for snuffing today, and I don't feel like using my electricity on you right now. We do have a gallows built, but it hasn't been tested yet. Hmmm. Eevee!" One of the firing squad jumped, dropping the coldpup he'd been holding into a limp heap.

"V...vee?" he squeaked, temporarily reverting to feral pokémon sounds out of nervousness. "Ahem. What do you need?"

The pikachu pointed at the gallows. "Go put a diaper on, then put your neck in that noose. We're testing the gallows on you before I use it to snuff this mutant coldpup."

The eevee's eyes widened and he broke into a grin. "Ee! I mean, yes of course!" Within minutes, he was slipping the noose over his head, a fresh diaper crinkly and soft around his hips.

Pikachu and coldpup marched together up the gallows steps, the yellow mouse pokémon grabbing the lever the instant it was within arm's reach, yanking it without further ceremony. His loyal eevee dropped through the trapdoor with a gasp, followed by a thump as his neck hit the end of the rope below.

The executioner and condemned standing atop the gallows peered through the trap, watching the eevee struggle and twitch in his noose. "Hmmm, looks like that wasn't quite enough of a drop to break your neck. A little more slack should do it."

The eevee's back arched as he sprayed his last load of ejaculate into the air. Soon after, his erection had retreated back past the waistband of his diaper, the fox pokémon dribbling pee into his diaper as he expired.

After freeing the fresh corpse from the confines of the noose, the pikachu quickly slipped it on the three-tailed coldpup, adjusted the length carefully, and pulled the lever again. This time, the little pup's neck snapped immediately when he hit the end of the rope, and the blue-furred pup immediately soiled his diaper. His legs twitched once, twice, and then went limp. "Bye bye, coldpup!"


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{This one is more about the cubsex than the snuffie, but fun times either way! Also the cutesy term for girlparts being "vee-vee" here is based on the logic that, if a penis, which begins with the letter "P", can be called a "pee-pee", then a vagina, which begins with the letter "V", could be called a "vee-vee". Same for vulva. Set in a universe where cubs get sexually mature at the same ages as their feral counterparts, but still need help with everything to do with their bodies, according to humanoid development.}

"Zephie? My vee-vee itches." The pink kitten's face was rosier than usual, flushed from blood flow. She tugged at the daycare worker's pant leg, her other paw groping her crotch. Her disposable training pants were swollen in the middle from absorbed moisture, but lacked the discoloration of pee.

The grownup wolf smiled and picked the little girl up. "That'd be because it's mating season, Kara, and most of the little girls like you in here are going to have what we call 'being in heat'. It means you get super-duper yiffy because your body wants you to get pregnant and make babies."

Zephon carried the toddler airplane-style (complete with sound effects) over to the changing table in the corner of the room, and set her on her feet on the soft but waterproof top surface. "And the best cure for being that yiffy is to have a yiff. My weenie is a bit too big for even a big girl like you who's..." The wolf glanced at Kara's row on the potty chart. "...made it to the potty three times already today! So wait right here and I'll bring you a boy cub and you can stick his weenie inside your vee-vee and make it feel all better."

Keeping one eye on the changing table to make sure Kara didn't try to climb down or get into the cupboards, Zephon hurried over to one of the play areas, sniffed around, and gently snatched up a fox boy with a sagging diaper. "Pee-yew! Stinky Alfie needs a change! Well Kara needs something else that's in that diaper of yours, so let's fix two problems in one go, hmm?" The wolf nuzzled the baby's tummy and carried him over to the changing table as well.

Kara made a face as the messy baby's diaper aroma drew near. "Alfie made poopy." she declared the obvious. "His weenie's gonna be dirty."

The wolf tsk'd as he laid the three-tailed baby fox on the changing table. "That's why I'm cleaning him up first. I don't want anything messy going in your vee-vee, either." The smell grew worse as he untaped Alfador's diaper and opened it up, then mostly dissipated as he cleaned up the fox boy's messy bottom with wet wipes and balled up the used diaper for immediate deposit in the nearby diaper pail.

"Okay sweetie, take your pull-ups off. I'll get you a dry pair once you're all done yiffing." The feline toddler stamped her paw ineffectually on the soft surface. "I didn't pee in them! Honest!"

Zephon smiled and gently pressed his hand to the squishy crotch of Kara's diaper panties. "I believe you, but horny cubs like you leak more than just pee. These are going into the diaper pail anyway." He hooked his thumbs over the waistband and tugged the kitten's pullup down.

Slightly mollified, the pink-furred girl stepped out of her sodden training pants. At the older wolf's direction, she got on her knees over the baby fox, straddling his hips.

"Hmmm. What to do to get Alfie a nice yiffy stiffie. Aha!" Zephon snapped his fingers. "I know just the thing. Mister Noosey never fails to get Alfie hard."

The lupine caretaker opened a drawer with a printed sticker label claiming it as "Alfador"'s, and revealed a small loop of pastel-blue rope with a thick coiled slipknot. The baby fox's eyes lit up on seeing his beloved noose, and Alfie squealed with glee, reaching out his hands to touch the rope.

Zephon smiled and let the little fox boy play with his noose for a few seconds before slipping it over the baby's head and sliding the knot snug against his neck. Alfador's penis began to slip out of its sheath almost immediately. "There we go. Knew that'd do it. Okay, Kara sweetie, I want you to line up your vee-vee with Alfador's weenie. I'll help you slide it in."

With one hand tugging gently on the rope, Zephon deftly reached his other hand out to take hold of the baby fox cock and guide it to Kara's vulva as she slowly squatted down. The pink kitten let out a mew of pleasure and relief as she slid herself further onto Alfie's stiffening shaft.

"There we go. Now let's get Alfie nice and choked so he'll fill you up with creamy stickies!" Resting one hand on the baby fox's shoulder, Zephon pulled hard on the rope with the other, tightening the noose to the point that Alfie squirmed and made gasping noises, struggling to get air past the constricting noose.

The wolf was careful not to tighten it too far yet; he wanted Alfador to stay alive at least long enough to get Kara the release she needed. The strangling kit thrust his hips upward, humping himself balls-deep into the older toddler straddling him. Kara mewed with pleasure as she felt the thick babyfox dick filling her girlbits up perfectly. The pink kitten rubbed herself as well, masturbating with the clumsiness of inexperience.

Alfador's face had darkened considerably under his soft baby fur by the time Kara finally arched her back and let out a yowl of orgasm. The fox kit's gasping had gotten considerably weaker, and Zephon knew it was time. Pulling on the rope as hard as he could, he heard the baby fox's choking sounds abruptly cut off as the noose closed off his airway entirely. Within moments, the baby fox bucked his hips upward one last time, squirting his stickies into his well-satisfied partner.

Kara smiled and slipped off of the smaller cub, laying down on top of him. She felt Alfie's tiny chest heaving in a desperate struggle for air, and his heart pounding far faster than normal. "Better watch out, Kara, he's probably going to go pee when he dies." Zephon adjusted his grip, preparing to deal the fatal blow.

The toddler kitten grinned and wiggled her hips so her crotch was mashed against the younger boy's. "Okay!" she giggled.

"Suit yourself." The wolf stuck his tongue out at her. Wrapping the rope around his hand for extra grip, he heaved with all his might. A loud cracking sound coupled with the baby fox's neck suddenly stretching to nearly triple its former length signaled the death of Alfador. The pink toddler laying atop his twitching corpse purred as she felt the warm wetness of the dead baby's bladder emptying, soaking into her fur.

"Alright, now you need a bath. Let's go; I'll raise Alfie once you're all clean." Zephon stuck his tongue out at the sexually satisfied toddler and airplaned her off to the bathing area of the single-room daycare.

One swift bubble bath later, Kara's pink-furred bottom slipped into an equally pink pullup, and Zephon patted said bottom to send her off to play while he retrieved the resurrection rod from the high shelf where cubs could not reach. One tap with the skull-tipped end of the rod, and a brand-new baby fox popped into existence next to his broken-necked corpse.

"Yay yay yay!" the three-tailed scamp burbled with glee. "Wuv noosey time. Wuv Zephie too."

"Awwwww." The wolf's heart melted at the fox boy's words. Practiced hands taped a fresh disposable diaper on the newly-resurrected kit, and gently placed him back in the soft play area before walking back to the changing table one last time to dispose of the corpse and put Mister Noosey away.