Jenny, the ferret, did not want to die.  The very idea absolutely terrified her.  Carly, the spaniel, did not want to die.  She had actively campaigned against the Culling Act.  After all, it discriminated against women, cheapened the value of life, and would inevitably lead to abuse and misuse.

However, both young women came from large families.  Under the new law, death was certain for someone, it might as well be them as any of their sisters.  They approached their friend Reginald, a coyote, with their intent, but he wanted no part of it.  They talked him into it; as much by bribing him with promises of sex, as with the sincerity of their argument.  The two young women resigned from their work, and set about putting their affairs in order.  Reginald signed for a week of sick time.  For five days the three of them engaged in as much yiffing, and as many variations as their bodies could sustain.  The entire orgy had a certain painful urgency though, because they all knew what waited at the end of it.

Reginald carefully removed a section of the upstairs banister.  He put two holes in the ceiling above the front hall in front of the missing bannister section.  And, he climbed up into the crawl space under the roof, where he nailed a plank across the rafters centered above the two holes.  The afternoon of the last day before, Reginald tied ropes to the cross plank, and slid the running ends down through the holes.  Jenny stared at the dangling rope with morbid fascination.  Carly, on the other hand, pointedly ignored it.  Their last night together, they shared sex often, with an almost desperate intensity.

The last morning, the three of them briefly considered continuing to yiff.  But, they soon realized none of them felt any real interest.  Jenny and Carly quickly agreed not to bother dressing.  Reginald insisted they have something to eat.  Toast and juice, at least, to settle their stomachs.  They sat over the breakfast table, not talking.  All the necessary paperwork had been done; all the preparations and notifications had been done.  All that remained was the actual killing.

At last, almost as if prompted, they rose together from the table and walked up to the landing.  Jenny and Carly waited patiently while Reginald brought out the extra lengths of rope that he had purchased.  He tied Jenny hands behind her back.  He wrapped a length of rope around her body and arms, between her boobs and elbows.  Carly turned away, and refused to watch while Reginald reached out for the dangling line, and gently tied a simple slip knot around Jenny's neck.  

For a long moment, they simply stood there.  Carly with her eyes closed.  Jenny with the noose around her neck.  Then Jenny offered Reginald a sad little smile; her thanks were visible in her eyes.  She turned, stepped through the gap in the Bannister and dropped out of sight.  There was a sound that made Reginald think of a poorly cured stick of firewood being broken.

Reginald stood there staring at the gentle quiver in the taut line.  He felt a vague sense of unreality, as if part of him was not quite willing to accept what had just happened.  To his surprise, he also felt his erection returning.  That seemed - well - inappropriate.

In order to take his mind off of his arousal, he turned to Carly.  Her eyes were still firmly closed.  But, they were also filled with tears, that were beginning to trail down the fine fur of her cheeks.  Reginald gently placed a hand on Carley's cheek, and she leaned her muzzle against it.

He took up the other rope and tied Carley's hands behind her back.  Then he wrapped the last piece around her body 
and arms, between her boobs and her waist.  She was quietly sobbing as he wrapped the other dangling line around her neck, and tied a simple slip knot.  Seeing her erect nipples standing out on her quivering breast was causing his erect manhood to harden.

After a moment, he heard her muttering.  He needed to lean close to hear her saying, over and over, that she couldn't do it.  He stepped in front of her, and softly slipped his arms around her.  She leaned into him, her muzzle against his collarbone, her tears on his pelt.  His hug seemed to comfort her, as she pressed lightly against him.  His erection was trapped between them, and he was afraid it would upset her.  Instead, she rolled her hips a little to rub it.

He knew what had to be done.  He didn't like it; but he knew.  She said nothing as he shifted his grip and lifted her paws off of the floor.  She sobbed quietly into his neck as he moved to the gap in the  banister.  His hips rolled as he walked, rubbing his erection between their groins.  For a moment, he just stood there.  His awareness seemed to focus on his erection.

He let her go.  And, he heard that odd breaking stick sound again.

His erection wanted to be touched, so he gripped it with one hand.  That felt right, so he began to stroke it.  He felt that familiar need for release swelling his groin, so he rubbed vigorously.  The eagerness grew quickly out of control, until it broke free, shooting out his seed.

Of course, he got some of it on his hand.   He turned and started down the stairs to go to the kitchen to clean himself.  Half way down it occurred to him that it would have been quicker to go to the water closet next to the bedroom.

At the bottom of the stairs, Jenny and Carly were waiting for him.  They were swaying slightly with their ropes;  Jenny side to side, Carly in a tiny circle.  Their toes dangled at the level of his knees. There was no doubt they were dead.  He could see that in their eyes.  

From the shoulders down they looked like the women he had known and yiffed.  The same soft pelts, the same plump little teats with firm erect nipples.  But above the shoulders, they looked odd, and it took Reginald a moment to realize why.  Normally people tilt their head by rolling their neck from the shoulder.  Jenny and Carly had straight upright necks, slightly stretched under the ropes buried in behind their jaws.  That made the tilt of their heads on top of their broken necks look unnatural.

There was something about their eyes -  They didn't look pained or horrified, as Reginald expected.  They looked surprised, more than anything else.  And Jenny smelled like sex.  He looked closer, and, yes, there was a damp spot on Jenny's groin.  He wondered if dying had given her an orgasm.

Reginald had just hanged two women who had been his friends, and lovers.  He thought he ought to feel something;horrified, or maybe ashamed, something. Yet, all he felt was an intense sexual arousal.  He could feel his erection trying to return, even though he had just masterbated to orgasm.

He left the bodies dangling there for several hours before calling the coroner to come collect them.  He masterbated twice more; aroused by looking at them.  In the weeks that followed, he let it be known that he was available to help any women who wanted to leave life under the provisions of the Culling Act.  Several women of various breeds and ages came to avail themselves of his bed and his ropes.