Beginner's Luck by Kinto Mythostian Tyro Cotton sat in a leather armchair in an opulently decorated waiting room, fidgeting occasionally and flipping through the facility's daily-updated catalog. The young tod was desperately trying to appear nonchalant, but nevertheless he couldn't shake the feeling that the other waiting patrons somehow knew he didn't belong. He could sense them looking down their noses at him, the indigent interloper who had invaded their private world. This was ridiculous, of course. Tyro knew he had every right to be here, and he had dreamed of coming to this place for years. There was nothing he desired more. The very thought of this place was enough to make his penis swell, and now he was actually here. He surreptitiously glanced up to scan the room and look at his fellow customers; they really weren't all that different from him he considered. Except that they were much more relaxed. And better dressed. And clearly a great deal wealthier. And they were all older than him. Tyro was often told he looked much younger than he actually was. He wasn't exactly ugly, but most vixens didn't find him handsome enough to merit a second glance. Dull red fur covered his scrawny, gangly body, and his large black vulpine ears perpetually stood alertly erect. Behind his glasses, his brown eyes scanned the catalog he held, but his unease meant that his mind hardly registered the pictures that flipped past his fingers. "Mr. Cotton?" the primly dressed receptionist lazily called from her desk. Tyro hastily stood up and hurried across the thickly-carpeted floor to the desk. "What's wrong? Is something the matter?" "No. You're next in line, Mr. Cotton," the receptionist said deliberately. "Oh. Right," Tyro smiled nervously, exposing the braces that glittered on his teeth. "Welcome to the Mason Mansion of Snuff. Have you been here before, Mr. Cotton?" "Nuh-uh. This is my first time." "And have you ever snuffed a vixen before, Mr. Cotton?" "No." "Ah, I see. You're a virgin." "What? No!" Tyro responded a bit too quickly. "Er, I mean, of course I'm not." "But you are a snuff virgin, are you not?" the receptionist asked in an exasperated tone. "Oh! I thought you meant a *virgin* virgin. Which I'm not," he added hurriedly. "Heh-heh. Um. Yes. I guess if you want to put it that way, I am a, uh, virgin. Heh." The receptionist looked at him oddly. "Of course, Mr. Cotton. Since this is your first time as our guest, may I offer a recommendation?" "Sure," Tyro said and offered her the catalog he was still gripping. The receptionist calmly paged through the catalog until she found what she was looking for and handed it back to Tyro, "I recommend Lucky. She's very friendly and submissive, and she's ripe for snuffing. She'll be perfect for a virgin such as yourself." Tyro looked at the catalog page. A photograph of a stunning scarlet vixen smiled happily back at him. "Her? She's a--?" "A snuff slave, yes. Is there a problem, Mister Cotton?" "She's beautiful!" "Of course she is, Mister Cotton," the receptionist looked affronted. "All our vixens are of the highest quality - 'drop-dead gorgeous' is the preferred term. This is not some low-class abattoir in the Depths. If you have any doubts about our quality, perhaps you would be happier elsewhere." "What? No! I was-- I guess she's just not what I expected..." The receptionist glared at him. "I was expecting them to look more like you-" The receptionist's icy glare got a few degrees colder. "Not that you're not beautiful," he added quickly, "In, um, your own way... um..." The receptionist arched an eyebrow. Tyro gave up. "I'll take Lucky," he sighed. "Very well, Mister Cotton. We require payment up front." The receptionist said briskly and produced a pen and a bill seemingly out of thin air. Tyro scanned the bill and his eyes bugged when they reached the total. It represented his entire savings plus the birthday check from his grandma, but he couldn't very well say 'no' now. He quickly scrawled his name on the dotted line and the receptionist snatched it back before the ink could dry. "Here is your receipt. Lucky is in Room 12. I will inform her that you are coming to snuff her. Enjoy yourself, Mister Cotton." "Um. Thank you. You too. Uh." The receptionist gave him one more condescending glance and then turned to file his bill. Taking the hint that the conversation was over, Tyro turned and walked down the hall, trying his best to act natural in case anyone was watching. He stopped at the door to Room 12 and knocked. "Come in, it's open," a female voice called cheerfully from inside. Tyro took a deep breath, opened the door and stepped into the room. It looked like a well-furnished typical vixen's bedroom. There was a large wooden wardrobe, a deep metal washbasin, a desk with a chair, a dresser with a mirror, a nightstand with a lamp, and a king-size bed with an elaborate wrought iron bedstead. The walls were painted pale pink and there was new white carpet on the floor. There was a pink down comforter spread on the bed with frilly white trim. Lying full-length on top of the comforter and unashamedly naked was the sexiest, most beautiful scarlet vixen Tyro had ever seen. She looked at him with piercing blue eyes while her large, bushy tail slowly swayed hypnotically. She smiled at him and her immaculate white teeth glittered. "You must be Master Cotton," she said; her voice was soft and contented. "Huh? Oh! Yes. That's me. Um. You're Lucky?" Talking to pretty vixens always made Tyro nervous, and even though he was now in the position of power Tyro still found it hard to marshal his thoughts into sentences while he was looking at her. The vixen nodded, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Master Cotton." "Um, look, there's no need for you to be so formal. Call me Tyro." It occurred to him that Lucky hardly looked any older than he was. "As you wish, Master Tyro." "That's not exactly what I mea-" "Oh, Master Tyro, I'm so glad that you're going to snuff me. I've been waiting for this for oh so long. Thank you!" She stretched languorously across her bed and rolled over onto her back, one hand on her genitals, the other at her sizable breasts. Tyro's penis bulged visibly against the front of his pants. Lucky giggled. "That doesn't look very comfortable, Master Tyro. Let me help you with that." Lucky slipped off her bed and crawled across the floor to kneel in front of Tyro. "Uh," Tyro gulped as Lucky unzipped his fly and coaxed his erect penis free of the confines of his underwear. "You may take your clothes off if you wish, Master Tyro." Lucky purred, stroking her master's growing erection and nuzzling it with her warm nose. "Uh-huh." Tyro struggled to pull off his shirt, trying to avoid getting it caught on his glasses while simultaneously not wanting to take his eyes off Lucky. Eventually he succeeded while Lucky pulled his pants down around his knees. Tyro tried to step out of them, but his shoes got tangled and he fell backwards onto his tail on the thick carpet. With Lucky's help, he managed to kick off his shoes and socks and then his pants and underwear. Lucky reclined beside the seated naked form of her master, gazing at him admiringly. Tyro gazed back in awe, finding it hard to believe that this was actually happening. He had been fascinated by snuff ever since he was kit - since before he even knew there was a word for it - and now his lifelong fantasy was coming true. This amazing vixen was going to let him snuff her. She wanted him to snuff her. He pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. "I hope I make you cum when you snuff me, Master Tyro," Lucky said sweetly, "I want to make you happy." Tyro snapped out of his trance. "What? Oh right. Yes. I'm sure you will." He stood up and looked around the room. Lucky rose to a kneeling position, looking up at Tyro. "You know, Lucky, I've never actually snuffed a vixen before..." "I know Master Tyro. They told me you were a virgin." "I'm not a virgin!" Tyro exclaimed abruptly. "A snuff virgin, Master Tyro." "Oh. Heh-heh. Right. I am." "It's quite alright, Master Tyro. I've never been snuffed before," Lucky giggled. "Obviously, heh-heh," Tyro chuckled nervously, "Because otherwise you wouldn't be here anymore." Lucky shifted her position slightly; her breasts jiggled. "So... um... uh, how... how do you want me to, um, snuff you?" "Mmm, I've always dreamed of having my throat slit. I want to watch my rich red life flow out of my neck like a river, staining my fur and spilling down my breasts while I slowly grow cold. Just thinking about it is making me moist" "Oh. Um, okay." "There's a knife in the nightstand drawer. I'll wait here." Tyro started towards the nightstand, stumbling over his own feet as he turned away from Lucky. He opened the drawer; sure enough a humongous metal knife was waiting there. "Mmm, I've been looking forward to this for a long time. How about you?" "Oh. Um, yeah, me too. Years." Tyro's penis throbbed. He turned back towards Lucky, holding the knife awkwardly. "Oh yes, it's beautiful," she purred, one hand rubbing her vulva, "Come over here and snuff me, Master Tyro. I am yours." Tyro's penis was aching as he walked back to where she knelt. Lucky was so fucking hot, and she wanted him - him! - to snuff her. "How... Where do I...?" "Give me your hand, Master Tyro." He put his hand in hers and his heart skipped a beat. She touched his fingers to her velvety throat. "Feel that right there, Master Tyro? Where my pulse is racing?" "Uh-huh," he gulped. "Cut me open right there. Snuff me. Oh, I can't wait. Oh, my pulse is so fast. I think my body knows what you're about to do to it." Tyro pulled his shaking hand away and with his other brought the knife close to her throat. He touched the edge of the blade lightly to Lucky's skin. A shiver ran through her body. "Ohhh-hh-h," she murred, "That feels amazing. Please slit my throat, Master Tyro." Tyro swallowed and applied a tiny amount of pressure. A single drop of glistening red blood oozed out of Lucky's neck onto the blade, shining in the light. Tyro's eyes rolled up into his head; he dropped the knife and collapsed to the floor. "Master Tyro? Master Tyro, are you alright?" Genuinely concerned, Lucky bent over the unconscious form of her master. She shook him gently. "Master Tyro, wake up." Tyro's eyes blinked open. The first thing he saw was Lucky's voluminous breasts, filling his field of vision. Lucky shifted and her worried face came into view. "Master Tyro?" "Ugh... What happened?" "You were about to snuff me, Master Tyro, and then you fainted. Are you alright? You will still be able to snuff me, won't you?" The fog inside Tyro's head cleared. "Blood..." he mumbled and sat up, straightening his glasses as he did so. Lucky retuned to her kneeling position. "Yes, Master Tyro. You were about to slit my throat," she said giddily. "I'm sorry. I should have said something..." "Is something the matter, Master Tyro?" "I'm hemophobic," he muttered shamefacedly. "Hemo-what?" Lucky said with an innocently puzzled expression. "Hemophobic. I'm scared of blood. The sight of it makes me faint." "But... With all due respect, Master Tyro, then why did you agree to slit my throat?" Tyro sighed. "You were so enthusiastic. I didn't want to disappoint you." "Oh," Lucky looked crestfallen for a split second and then broke out in her perpetual smile again. "It's no matter, Master Tyro. There are lots of ways for you to snuff me without seeing my blood. You do still want to snuff me, don't you?" she asked nervously, as though afraid that Tyro would punish her for their initial failure. "Of course I do, Lucky. I do. It's not your fault. You're wonderful." Tyro nodded earnestly. This was just a minor setback, he decided, nothing that he couldn't overcome. Lucky beamed. "So... um... What do you suggest, Lucky?" "Would you like to garrote me, Master Tyro?" Tyro's penis immediately perked up again. "Um. Sure. I guess I can do that. I'd love to." "There's some rope in the bottom drawer of the dresser. I'll wait here." Tyro stood up quickly and stumbled towards the dresser to get the rope. "Mmm, I've always dreamed of being garroted. I want to feel the life squeezed from my body, the air taken from my lungs while my face turns blue and my mind goes black. Just thinking about it is making me moist." "But... I thought you said you dreamed of having your throat slit?" Tyro was perplexed. She looked back to where he was standing, holding the rope. "I've had a lot of time to dream, Master Tyro." "Oh." "Come here and snuff me, Master Tyro." Tyro walked back to where Lucky knelt. "So, how do I...?" "Stand behind me, Master Tyro." Tyro did so; Lucky leaned back against his legs, his erection throbbed, pressed against her furry back. "Now wrap the rope around my throat. Just one loop. Oh yes, like that, ohh-hh-h!" Lucky shivered erotically as Tyro looped the garrote around her neck. "And then... I just pull?" "Mm-hm. One hand on each end and tug and tug until I'm snuffed. Oh, I can't wait, Master Tyro, this is going to be so wonderful," Lucky said enthusiastically. With on hand she lightly touched Tyro's wrist; her other was stroking her vulva. She rolled her shoulders so that her backside massaged Tyro's penis. "Um... well, here goes," Tyro mumbled lamely and began to tug on both ends of the rope. The loop closed around Lucky's throat and she gasped sharply in pleasure. Tyro pulled harder, the loop of rope collapsing tighter around Lucky's slender throat. "Mmm... Yes... Yes..." the vixen moaned ecstatically as her airway was constricted. She made no effort to stop him, both her hands now engaged in fondling herself. Tyro kept pulling, panting with effort as he strove to fulfill Lucky's desire and his own. He was doing it! He was actually doing it! He was snuffing a vixen! Tyro's thoughts were a blur of desire and amazement. His penis was aching now, yearning for release as Lucky writhed in front of him, her body radiating a heady scent of feminine musk. She was in ecstasy at the mortal peril she was in. "Harder, Master Tyro! Pull harder!" she gasped between shallow breaths on the verge of orgasm. "Um... Harder?" "Yes, Master Tyro! Strangle me! Snuff me!" Tyro let the rope go slack. "But... that's as hard as I can pull." Lucky took a deep, disappointed breath as the wonderful constriction was removed from her throat. "What?" "I can't pull any harder, Lucky." He moved around in front of her so they could see each other clearly. "I don't think I'm strong enough to garrote you," he said dejectedly. Lucky looked at her master. For the first time, she noticed how pathetically thin and wimpy his arms were. There was hardly any muscle there at all. "Oh," Lucky looked crestfallen for a split second and then broke out in her perpetual smile again. "It's no matter, Master Tyro. There are lots of ways for you to snuff me without seeing my blood or being strong. You do still want to snuff me, don't you?" she asked nervously. "Absolutely!" Tyro burst out. He wasn't going to let a thing like his own physical weakness stop him, not when he was so close to fulfilling his lifelong dream. Lucky smiled brightly. "So... now what? I mean, what do you want to try next?" "Not try, Master Tyro. You will snuff me this time, I'm sure of it," Lucky said sincerely. "Right. Absolutely. How do you want me to snuff you, Lucky?" "I want you to hang me, Master Tyro." Tyro's penis throbbed; he loved hangings. "Of course. That's an excellent idea. I'd love to, Lucky." "There's a long length of rope in the wardrobe. I'll wait here." Tyro hurried over to the wardrobe, nearly tripping over his own feet. "Mmm, I've always dreamed of being hanged. I want to feel myself be slowly strangled by my own weight, my life excruciatingly choked from my body while my paws kick futilely at the air in a final, fatal dance. Just thinking about it is making me moist." Tyro looked quizzically at her, but there was no sign of insincerity. He pulled the long coil of rope out of the wardrobe. He stared at it as though it were a complicated piece of high-tech machinery. "Make a noose and snuff me, Master Tyro." "Yes. I will. Um... how...?" "Do you know how to tie a noose, Master Tyro?" "Um... not exactly," Tyro sighed and admitted, "No." "That's alright, Master Tyro. I do. May I?" Lucky held out her hand for the rope. Embarrassed, Tyro handed over the rope. Lucky twisted the rope around in a few quick motions that Tyro couldn't even follow and handed it back to him. One end was flawlessly fashioned into a traditional hangman's noose. "Wow. It's... perfect. Thank you, Lucky." Lucky beamed. "It is perfect, Master Tyro. It's absolutely beautiful, and especially so because you're going to use it to snuff me." "Right," Tyro said confidently. "Um, let's see... You put the desk chair under that hook and stand on it." "As you wish, Master Tyro," Lucky said sweetly, though it was clear that it was as she wished as well. She eagerly dragged the plain wooden chair across the floor and positioned it under the hook that hung from the ceiling. She stood up perfectly straight on the chair, her whole body quivering with anticipation. "And then I guess I put this around your neck..." "Oh yes, Master Tyro! Put it around my neck!" Lucky's bushy tail was wagging vigorously. Tyro stepped up onto the chair next to her and lifted the noose over her head. Lucky raised her snout to ease its passage. Tyro pulled the knot tight against the back of her neck and she moaned passionately at the feel of the coarse rope embracing her delicate flesh. She leaned forward, deliberately pressing her naked body to his. Tyro gulped as a fresh surge of desire coursed through his body, making his penis throb between their stomachs. Lucky giggled. "Ohhh, this is going to feel amazing," Lucky murred, "Don't you think so, Master Tyro?" Tyro stepped awkwardly off the chair, almost twisting his ankle as he landed on the floor. "Oh yes. Completely amazing." Lucky smiled and moved her head, feeling the rope rub against her fur as her neck moved. Tyro tossed the other end of the rope over the hook. He missed. He went on to miss for ten more tries until on his twelfth try he successfully got the rope over the hook. "Um. Will that hook be strong enough to support your weight, Lucky?" "Of course, Master Tyro. That's what it's there for." "Oh. Right." There was a ring set into one wall at approximately waist height. Tyro threaded the rope through the loop and pulled until it was taut. Lucky stood on tiptoe and purred as the noose shifted around her neck and grew tighter. Tyro knotted the end of the rope in place. "Okay, then. Um. That's everything. Shall I snuff you now, Lucky?" "Oh, please do! Snuff me, Master Tyro!" Tyro nodded and stepped close to the chair where Lucky stood. She wiggled her dainty furry toes at him. He briefly stroked the fur of her leg and she purred. The smell of her arousal was already very strong. "Um. This is it, Lucky." Tyro pulled the chair out from under her. Lucky gasped sharply as she dropped a single inch before being caught up by the noose, hard and fast around her neck. She began to squirm, her legs pedaling at the air in a grim exercise. Her face though was held in an expression of blissful ecstasy as she felt the life begin to be squeezed from her body. She moaned in a breathless rasp and ground her hips, urging on her arousal, anxious to feel the release of climax before the ultimate release that her snuffing promised. The powerfully erotic odor of her musk filled the room. Tyro dropped to his knees beneath Lucky, staring raptly as she joyfully embraced her long-desired fate, reveling in the dual thrall of pleasure and pain. It was working; he had hanged Lucky! He was snuffing her! The watching tod grabbed his erect penis and began to masturbate furiously. She was so beautiful, so sexy, so hot, and she had completely and willingly submitted herself to him - him! He was snuffing her and it was making them both so fucking hot! Tyro was completely focused on the sight before him; he didn't want to miss a moment of his first snuffing. So engrossed was Tyro that he didn't notice when the knot he'd tied securing the rope to the wall began to slip. Then the knot abruptly came undone. Lucky fell. Lucky fell and landed right on top of Tyro, momentarily knocking him senseless. Tyro came to with the sexiest vixen he had ever known lying on top of him. She was still very much alive, her warm breasts pressed firmly against his chest. "Oh, Master Tyro! I'm so glad that you're alright! I didn't mean to hit you like that. I'm so sorry. Please don't not snuff me." Lucky crawled off his chest and lay on the floor in a hunched-up pose of submission, the limp rope trailing from her neck like a leash. "Huh? What are you... what happened?" Tyro sat up and straightened his askew glasses. "I think the knot slipped, Master Tyro. I fell before I was snuffed. You will still snuff me, won't you, Master Tyro?" Lucky looked up at him pathetically. Tyro gazed at Lucky; she looked so pretty like that. "Master Tyro?" "Oh. Yes. Uh. Of course I will." Lucky rose to a kneeling position. "Thank you so much, Master Tyro! I want you to snuff me so badly! Shall you hang me again, Master Tyro?" "Um... I'm not sure... I'm not very good at knots," Tyro admitted. He honestly had no idea what he could do differently to keep it from slipping again. "Oh," Lucky looked crestfallen for a split second and then broke out in her perpetual smile again. "It's no matter, Master Tyro. There are lots of ways for you to snuff me without seeing my blood or being strong or tying knots. You do still want to snuff me, don't you?" she asked nervously. "Of course I do, Lucky." Lucky smiled cheerily and removed the noose from around her neck, casually casting it aside. "So... What should I try... er, how should I snuff you?" "I want you to suffocate me, Master Tyro." Tyro's eyes grew wide; it sounded so sexy to hear her say it like that. "Oh wow. I mean... Of course. Yes. Let's do that." "There's a plastic bag under the bed. I'll wait here." Tyro crawled over to the bed, not bothering to stand up. "Mmm, I've always dreamed of being suffocated. I want to feel myself gasping for air and only receiving my own stale exhalations, the bag sucked tight around my face as I mouth desperately with the chemical taste of plastic the last thing on my lips. Just thinking about it is making me moist." Tyro found the clear plastic bag under the bed; there was a strong rubber band around the open end to seal it shut. "Are you... are you sure that's not just residual moisture from the hanging?" he asked uncertainly. "Of course, Master Tyro. This is a new moistness. I know the difference," Lucky said sincerely. Tyro's penis gave a fresh throb. He crawled back to her and rose to a kneeling position beside her. "So now I just, um, put this over your head?" "Oh yes, Master Tyro! Put it over my head and don't take it off until I'm good and snuffed!" Lucky giggled and traced the outline of her aroused genitals with her finger. She wiggled closer to Tyro and happily bowed her head to him. "Okay. Uh. It's been fun, Lucky. Really." "But it'll be even more fun soon, Master Tyro. Snuff me!" "Yes. Right." Tyro pulled the transparent bag down over her head and let go; the rubber band snapped tight around her neck to create an airtight seal. Lucky straightened up and looked at Tyro through the plastic that now surrounded her head. She smiled as she watched it inflate and deflate with each exhalation and inhalation. For a few moments, there was no noticeable change. Soon however, Lucky began to feel a faint burning in her lungs as the oxygen content of her bubble diminished. She moaned happily and stroked her own vagina with one hand. Through the plastic she saw Tyro's erection and grinned. Kneeling in front of her, Tyro was concentrating on Lucky's face, watching the vixen's joyful expression as the first subtle hints of asphyxia took hold. Thus, he didn't notice her other hand creeping towards him until he felt her warm touch on his testicles. Tyro yelped in surprise at the unexpected sensation. Lucky squeezed lightly and then began to massage his shaft. Tyro couldn't believe it - he was snuffing Lucky and her priority was pleasuring him! He moaned and reached out to fondle her heaving breasts, which were rising and falling in a gradually increasing rhythm. Lucky smiled coyly at her master briefly before the burning in her lungs demanded her to breathe. She sucked at the plastic that now clung tightly to her head, instinctively seeking fresh air and finding only impermeable plastic. It felt just as amazing as she had ever hoped. Tyro watched Lucky mouthing breathlessly at the plastic that clung to her head, the transparent material shimmering over every contour of her pretty face. He watched the vixen push against it with her soft tongue, and he was overcome with passion. Tyro could no longer resist the desire that had been building inside him since the moment he'd first laid eyes on Lucky. Tyro pounced on Lucky, pushing her to the floor with him on top of her. He could hear her moan happily as he began to kiss and lick at the plastic that sealed her in. She wrapped her arms around him in a passionate embrace, pulling him closer to herself. He pressed his lips to hers through the plastic and she gladly returned his kiss; they were both so close to climax. Tyro buried his kiss deeper in her mouth, pressing in against the plastic. Lucky gasped ecstatically and dug her fingers into the fur of Tyro's back; she absolutely loved the feel of her master on top of her as she was snuffed. Tyro started to pull his lips away from hers and then stopped abruptly - his braces were snagged on the bag. Tyro tugged and the bag shifted, but he didn't come free. Tyro tugged harder. The plastic tore and the bag ripped open, still caught on Tyro's braces. Lucky reflexively inhaled deeply as fresh air surrounded her again and the color rapidly returned to the skin beneath her sweaty fur. Tyro rolled off top of her and collapsed on the floor on the verge of tears. "Master Tyro! What's wrong?" Lucky pulled the remains of the now-useless plastic bag from her head and knelt beside her master, trying to comfort him. "It's all wrong! I can't snuff you!" "Yes you can, Master Tyro! I believe in you!" "Really? How? I can't see blood, I can't strangle you, I can't hang you, I can't even just leave you to suffocate without interfering! I keep messing up!" Tyro wailed, "All my life I've wanted to snuff a vixen, and now when I actually get the chance I screw it up! Four times!" "Don't get discouraged Master Tyro! Please don't!" Lucky seemed on the verge of tears herself. "What is there left for me to try?!" "You could... you could drown me! In the basin over there! I've always dreamed of being drowned..." Tyro scoffed. "You'd splash and I'd slip and fall and wouldn't be able to hold you down." "You could smother me! With a pillow! I've always dreamed of being smothered..." "No, Lucky. Face it. I'm a failure. I always have been and I always will be. I'm just not meant to snuff you. Someone else will have to snuff you. I'm sorry, but you deserve better than me," Tyro moaned dejectedly and stood up, "You must hate me." He started to walk towards the door. "Master Tyro, don't say that. I don't want someone else. I love you!" Tyro stopped. "...What?" "Master Tyro, you're the best. I've never been almost snuffed so many times in one day. I've been on the verge of climax since they first told me you were coming to snuff me. I've never been so aroused for so long," Lucky said earnestly, "Master Tyro, this has been the best day of my life." Tyro was agape. "So thank you, Master Tyro," Lucky stood up and bowed her head, "Thank you, from the bottom of my heart." "You're... you're not upset with me?" "I'm sorry you couldn't snuff me, Master Tyro. I know how badly you wanted to. I wanted it too. But I don't want you to leave here disappointed. You don't deserve that, and I would feel absolutely awful if that happened. Maybe we could... Maybe we could work out something else?" Lucky glanced at him shyly. "Are you... asking what I think you're asking?" "Will you yiff with me, Master Tyro?" Tyro's penis throbbed painfully. "Uh-uh-uh-uh..." he stuttered. Lucky slowly walked closer, "I hope I'm not being too forward. But neither of us has cum yet today, and, well... I really want to make you happy..." "But, Lucky..." "Yes, Master Tyro?" "I... I, um... well, I lied earlier...." "What do you mean, Master Tyro?" Lucky asked quizzically; she was now standing right in front of Tyro. "I've never, um, done it before. With a vixen." "You mean you are a *virgin* virgin?" Tyro blushed and nodded embarrassedly. Lucky gently stroked Tyro's cheek. "Well, that's alright, Master Tyro. We can fix that. And then when we're done... Maybe we can try again to lose your snuff virginity too." "But..." "Please, Master Tyro? What do you say?" Tyro looked at her. Lucky was beautiful; absolutely he wanted to snuff her, but he couldn't deny that he wanted to yiff with her too. There was always the chance he might fail at that too, but it was worth a try. But he'd never thought he'd lose his virginity to a snuff slave. Then again, he'd never had much luck with free citizens. Lucky smiled shyly at him. Damn it, she was so hot. What did it matter if she was a slave? She obviously liked him, and he really liked her. And he badly wanted to get off before he left, and she was definitely better than a tissue... "Master Tyro?" "Yes," Tyro said slowly, and then more confidently: "Let's yiff." "Oh, thank you, Master Tyro!" Lucky joyfully pounced forward and embraced Tyro in an enthusiastic hug, "I won't let you down, I promise!" She kissed him square on the lips. "Mmph!" Tyro grunted in surprise before giving in and awkwardly returning her hug and kiss. It was even better without a bag between them, and Lucky was an amazing kisser; his penis grew rock hard between their pressed together bodies. "Come lay down on my bed, Master Tyro! Let's lay down and we'll yiff!" Lucky gleefully grabbed Tyro's wrist with both hands and started to pull him towards her bed. Immediately, the vixen's footpaws got tangled in the discarded noose on the floor. Lucky tripped and fell forward. Her forehead hit a decorative pointed finial on one of the elaborate metal bedposts at the foot of the bedstead. Lucky dizzily stood up and pressed her hand to her forehead. "Ohhh-hh-h--!" she moaned and turned back towards Tyro before falling back onto her bed. She arched her back and climaxed, crying out in an intense exclamation of pure joy. She did not inhale again. In reaction to Lucky's unexpected, sudden, and powerful orgasm and the accompanying blast of erotic feminine musk Tyro abruptly climaxed with an ecstatic howl; his cum spurted from his penis and arced through the air to spatter onto the carpet. A surge of sexual release the likes of which he had never felt before coursed through his body, blotting out every other sensation. "Lucky, that was amazing..." Tyro murred happily. As the orgasmic haze cleared, Tyro cautiously stepped closer to the bed. "Lucky?" he whispered. The vixen was smiling, but she wasn't breathing. Her eyes were closed and her body lay completely limp. "Lucky?" Tyro whispered again, "Lucky are you alright?" He lifted her hand away from her forehead. There was blood. Tyro fainted. Author's Notes: First draft began April 23, 2010. First draft completed May 1, 2010. Editing completed May 5, 2010.