"Of Love and Snuffie"

Credit goes to Zephon T'Sol for the title, and for the kit's name. Contains death, sex, watersports, cubs, decapitation, fun, buttsex, blood, incest, nudity, casual resurrection, asphyxiation, implied office work, consensual heterosexual vaginal sex in a married couple (Gasp and shock!), normality play, and no bad stuff. Here's hoping this short story is what the writing portion of my brain needs to jumpstart it...

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"Mommmmmmmm!"

Bare paws thumped on carpeted stairs as the fox kit ran down them. Mom sighed as she plunked a plate into the sud-filled sink. "What are you up to now, Todd?"

The little boy's claws clicked on the tile floor as he approached his mother. A soft whimper escaped his mouth. "I... I slammed my hand in the door. It hurrrrrts..."

Mom was not easily fooled. "Oh, you did, did you? And was it an accident?" The fox boy bit his lower lip and slowly nodded. Mom's eyes narrowed.

"Are you SURE? Tell me the truth, now, honey." Todd sighed. Busted. Mom sees through all lies.

"N... no. I did it on purpose." Puppydog eyes begged forgiveness.

The momma fox folded her arms across her chest, incidentally lifting her breasts (well-chewed from her son's infancy) to an enticing configuration. "Well now, at least you can be honest about it. But you know the rules. Up on the counter, son."

The boyfox gulped. "Aw, MOM!" he tried to protest. But parental willpower is strong. The young fox clambered up on the countertop, sitting his bare bottom on a wooden cutting board. Todd held his tail in front of him, not wanting a careless wag to knock the spice rack over.

Mom pulled a large square cleaver out of the wooden block where the sharp knives were stored. "Lie down, hon."

The boy laid on his back hopefully. "Nuh uh. On your tummy." The little fox rolled over and rested his head on the thick cutting board.

With a mighty THWACK! the vulpine lady chopped deep into her son's neck, smashing through his spine and spraying blood everywhere. A few more hacks and the foxboy's head was entirely severed from his body. Mom picked up Todd's head and planted a loving kiss on his forehead, noting the utterly vacant expression on his now-lifeless face.

With the sigh of one whose work is never done, Mom got to work cleaning the countertop and her son's carcass. Again. The dishwater needed to be changed too, as there was entirely too much blood in it to get any dishes clean.

***

An hour later the little fox woke up in his room, hand and neck free from any injury. Todd padded downstairs a bit more humbly this time. Perhaps if he was good the rest of the evening, Mom might see fit to give him a treat before bedtime.

"Well now, did we learn our lesson?" Mom smiled. The boy nodded. "Yes Momma... I won't hurt myself on purpose again."

"And?" Darn. He was hoping she'd pass over the other part. "And... I won't try to lie about it any more."

Of course he would. Since time immemorial, cubs have lied to their parents to try to escape punishment. And in all that time, parents have always been able to see through their progeny's attempts at deceit. But the lesson was learned and would continue to be repeated as necessary.

"Good," the matronly vixen smiled. "If you eat all your dinner tonight, I'll kill you slowly before bedtime."

The boy's tail wagged a mile a minute. "Thanks Mom!!!" he grinned impishly.

It was at that moment that Dad arrived home. "Honey, I'm home!" a rich, clear baritone boomed out. The alpha of the house was on the premises, and his briefcase left his hands almost the moment he crossed the threshold. Symbolic of crossing from the world of business to the world of family.

"Something smells good. Is the little rascal on the menu tonight?" A handsome vulpine face poked into the kitchen, followed by torso, arms, crotch, legs, and tail.

"Yes, he was naughty today and intentionally hurt himself, hoping I would snuff him in a yiffy way. But he knows the rules, and Momma wasn't fooled. One quick chop and that's it when you do it on purpose." Mom opened her folded arms, pressing her bare body against her mate's soft fur, embracing him and planting a passionate kiss in the back of his throat.

When the long kiss finally broke, Dad grinned at his son. "You know the rules, sport, and you know your mom can't be fooled. Now, if you're good tonight, you can join your mother and I in the bedroom. I'll lift my tail for you, if you behave."

Mom smiled and tousled her son's headfur. "Oh, I already promised Todd a fun death if he eats all his dinner. But I suppose he can join us for a nice family yiff too. I know I'm feeling a bit horny even right now..."

"Well, why wait?" Dad boomed with a wide smile splitting his muzzle. "Looks like there's plenty of time for me to get you off before that roast fox finishes cooking."

The two grownups embraced each other passionately once more, the father slipping his member inside his wife with practiced ease. Within moments the pair were making delighted yipping sounds as they mated right there in the kitchen. Todd watched his parents go at it, idly stroking his own stiffie. He'd be on his best behavior tonight. The promise of yiffing with Mom and Dad, not to mention a fun snuffietime, was too good to ruin for anything.

***

Dinner was delicious, as always, the young foxboy providing the main course as usual. He complimented his mother on her cooking, and was as polite as could be. For behaving so well, he was allowed to push his weenie into his father's ass after dinner, while Dad humped the lady of the house with every ounce of the same passion they'd had since they first mated.

When the steamy, sweaty pile of yiff at last began to cool off, Mom smiled at her son and reminded him, "Remember I said I'd kill you nice and slowly if you ate all the meat on your plate? Well, how'd you like to have a nice thick rope wrapped around your neck and have me dangle you from the ceiling?"

The boy's face lit up and his dick sprang to attention. Boing! Hanging was his absolute bestest most favoritest way to die EVER! Well, except for that one time Dad had shoved a length of metal pipe up his butt and wrapped a coil of copper wire around his neck, and electrocuted the young boy. He'd cum like a faucet when he'd felt THAT.

But hanging required little in the way of elaborate preparation--just a rope and a place to attach it, like the sturdy ceiling rings that were found in most modern bedrooms, fully capable of suspending a full grown adult even with lots of squirming. The little kit would be in no danger of popping the bolts out with his weight.

The fox boy's mommy settled the noose around her son's neck, slipping the large coiled knot down until it was tucked just behind his jaw. She gave him a kiss on the lips, then hoisted him up into the air and started sucking on his dick.

Todd flailed and squirmed, hands reaching up instinctively to pry at the rope choking off his air supply. Dad took the little fox's wrists and gently but firmly pulled them down behind the boy's back.

Mom pressed one, two, then three fingers into her son's butthole, searching around for just the right spot. She knew she'd found it when the foxboy's back arched and his penis sprayed cream into his mother's mouth.

Mom watched her son hanging for a few minutes, stuffing fingers into her pussy that had so recently probed for the little foxboy's prostate. Then with her husband's help, she pulled down on her dying son's body. The noose slipped tighter and tighter, crushing Todd's throat, and his face turned several interesting colors in succession beneath the soft, short facial fur.

Soon enough, the little boy lost bladder control and peed all over his mother. She rubbed the musky, foxy urine into the fur on her breasts and belly. Dad joined in the action, too, letting the cub's now-limp arms go to walk around and aim his penis at his mate's face.

Mom eagerly opened her mouth and drank a bladderful of hot, salty fox pee. The two laughed and hugged each other, leaving their dead son to slowly twist at the end of his rope for a while.

***

The little kit looked so peaceful lying there. Mom and Dad stood in the bedroom doorway, smiling. Every day was full of joy and happiness, every pain and sorrow they could imagine was always so easy to wipe away with only a bit of death.

Tomorrow began the weekend. Todd was already smiling and making plans on how he'd kill his parents this time. It'd be loads of fun for all of them. It always was. There was always a little bit of pain, but the family had never found anything they couldn't overcome with love and snuffie.


Started: 4/19/2009
Complete: 4/19/2009
Editing Complete: 4/24/2009