The town square was bustling. It was the annual halloween festival. Everywhere there were furs and cubs of all shapes and sizes, many in costume of some sort, some not. Scattered around there were stalls providing treats of all sorts for the tricksters. Other stalls provided fun and games. Furs had been milling about, going from stall to stall, but now the crowd had started to settle down as the time was coming for the evening's highlight event...

"C'mon, we don't want to miss this!" A red wolf cub pushed his way through the crowd toward the center with two of his friends in tow. He was wearing a grey pointy hat, cheap robes and a clearly fake beard hanging in front of his muzzle.

Finally the little Gandalf emerged to an opening in the crowd which let him see the center of the square. A red panda pirate cub bumped into him as he came to a halt while the little Superweasel behind him managed to avoid the pileup.

All three of them looked at the stage that had been constructed in the middle. On the stage stood tall a gallows frame with a noose hanging from it. Next to it was a buff black bear surveying the crowd. He was wearing heavy black leather with a cloak and a hood that concealed most of his face.

The wolf cub admired the gallows and the executioner and his mind wandered into thinking about what was going to happen...

"--Stevey. Earth to Stevey! Hey!" 

A poke in his ribs from the weasel brought the wolf cub back to reality. His friends had noticed the longing look on the wolf's face.

The panda poked the wolf as well. "I bet Stevey here would like a date with the executioner, wouldn't you, huh?"

The wolf blushed and blundered. "No, I mean... Uh... Maybe." He averted his gaze to intently examine the stonework on the ground.

"I knew it!" the weasel gloated.

But their ribbing all interrupted by the clocktower sounding 8 o'clock.

The executioner stepped up to the front of the stage and picked up a pumpkin bowl. Then with loud and authoritative voice he proclamed: "Hear ye! Hear ye!"

"All day, our town has been plagued by ghosts, and goblins, and all manner of mischief. The town council has determined that somebody in this town is guilty of Halloween witchcraft!"

The crowd made a exaggarated gasp at the 'revelation', as the crowd did every year.

The executioner continued. "After exhaustive investigation, it has been determined that the guilty fur is..." He held a dramatic pause and put his paw inside the pumpkin bowl. He pulled out a slip and studied it carefully. "...is Stephen Ironwolf!"

The little wolf cub couldn't believe his ears. He jumped up in the air with glee! It was him! He had put his name in the bucket each year ever since he had become old enough to volunteer. And this year he got picked! He bounced in place several more times.

The executioner had noticed the cub bouncing in the crowd and was looking straight at him. "Will the condemned step forward." He watched as the cub stopped bouncing and turned to say something to the pirate and superhero standing beside. The cub started walking toward him and the stage. He waited.

The cub tried hard to contain himself as he walked up the stairs onto the stage. Still he shivered with anticipation. He stopped next to the executioner and looked at him.

The executioner stood tall and then proclaimed, half to the crowd, half to the cub, "Stephen Ironwolf, the town has found you guilty of Halloween Witchcraft! Your punishment is be to be hanged by your neck, until dead!"

The cub was shaking. He had always dreamed about being here, about to be hanged for the town while everyone looked, and now it was happening to him! He had never felt this excited in his life.

"The sentence will be carried out immediately!" the executioner finished. He then knelt down to address the cub directly. He placed his large bear paw on the cub's shoulder. "Are you ready?"

The cub nodded his head nervously.

"Good. Strip naked then. The noose and hood will be the only costume you will need."

The cub nodded and started disrobing as instructed. Meanwhile the executioner started readying the gallows for the cub. Since the wolf was so small, he needed to lower the rope further so that it would reach him on the trapdoor. 

Soon enough both preparations were ready and the now naked red wolf stepped up to  the noose. His little dick jutted out proudly for all to see from his sheath. He felt his face burning red underneath his fur as the crowd watched him intently.

The executioner pushed on the cub's shoulders to guide him to the correct spot. "Now, put your hands behind your back." He then proceeded to tie the cubs wrists together with another piece of rope. Afterward he held up the hood in front of the cub's head. With a loud voice he asked, "Do you have any last words?"

The cub looked at the crowd and then nervously spoke, "Th-thank you all!" He then spotted his friends. "Love you guys! Goodbye now!"

And with that the executioner slipped the hood over the cub's head and the wolf disappeared into his own world.

The hood smelled musky. A lot of other furs had died in it before him. The smell and thought made his dick bounce with excitement. Then he felt the rope pulled around his neck. It was pulled tight. He could feel it caressing his throat. The platform creaked. His breath was fast and shallow, his heart beat like mad. Soon...

A drummer started drumming a roll. Faster. Faster. The cub held his breath in anticipation. The drum hit the final beats and silence fell.

Clatter! The cub inhaled as he felt himself falling. Weightless. Just a moment later the rope dug deep into his neck and jerked him hard. He cried in pain, but no sound came out. His breath was strangled in his throat. His legs kicked out looking for support but found none. He tried to grasp his neck, but his hands were tied. The cub's body twisted and heaved as he settled into the noose's deadly embrace. The pain wasn't so bad anymore. He swayed gently back and forth. He knew everybody was looking at him. Everybody was admiring him. His little cock throbbed.

Soon he started to feel light headed. He tried to exhale, but he couldn't. He tried to inhale, but he couldn't. His chest heaved with each attempt as the need to breathe grew more urgent. He knew he would never get another breath. His cock throbbed more. He twisted and turned, kicked and flexed. He needed to breathe! He must breathe! Pressure grew in his chest. Pressure grew in his cock. Pleasure grew in his head. Light headed, urgent, pressure mounting, need, must, can't... A black shadow grew around him. His eyes sparkled in the blackness of the hood. Blood rushed in his ears. Just one breath... His body jerked, convulsed. He had never felt such need, such urgency, such pressure in his chest--or in his loins. He felt like was going to explode. 

Everybody was watching him... He arched his back in desperate attempt to draw even the tiniest breath. Everybody was admiring him... His every muscle was tensioned like a spring. And then they all sprung loose and he exploded. His whole body convulsed in the throes of his final orgasm. Purest pleasure washed all over him as his entire world crashed around him into the welcoming darkness. He came for hours, he came forever, this was better than he had ever imagined. And he knew with his final conscious thought... Everybody was envying him.