The swan woman layed the document on the table.  Ariel gently ran her hand over the paper, stroking it with the feathers of her arm.  Her daughter hopped up and down in her excitement.

"Now, dear," said the mother, "not in that form."  The child cheeped in irritation, but settled down.  Drawing in on herself, the child began the change.  Somehow it was always easier on the children, as bones ground and tissue twisted.  Changed from her full avian form to her half form, the child now sat on the chair to catch her breath.  Of course the child was naked, since they never wore garments in avian form.

"Is that it, Mommy?  Is that it?"

"Yes dear."

"Can we do it now, Mommy?  Please, may we?  Please?"

"Are you certain this is what you want, my sweetling?"

"Yes, Mommy!  Yes!"

"It's going to hurt.  It will hurt more than -"

"Yes, Mommy!  Oh, yes, please!"

Ariel raised her hand to caress her daughters face.  The soft touch ran down past the child's beak, down over the slender vulnerable neck, and rested on a breast too young to develope mammaries.

"Very well, my dear one.  It is your birthing day celebration and I promised -"

The child squeeled with glee, and began bouncing up and down on her chair.

Ariel laughed.  If she wanted to be completely honest with herself, she had to admit she was looking forward to this as much as the child was.  And for much the same reason.  Her daughter may be too young to appreciate the finer nuances of what she was about to do; but Ariel had done this to herself often enough that she knew full well what to expect.  

"Very well, sweetling.  As we discussed."  

Giggling, the child stood up on the chair, and climbed up onto the table.  Ariel stepped away to the pantry door.  She took down the length of rope from the coat hook on the inside of the door.  The rope was soft hemp, rubbed well with talc.  One end was turned back and secured in a slip ring.  Knowing how often that loop had been around her own neck, Ariel could already feel a welcome pressure building low down in her pelvis.

Ariel took the loop in hand, and let the rope drop to the floor.  Her daughter's beak was grinning broadly, and she was panting with anticipation.  Her hands fluttered nervously.  When she was older those hands would certainly go between her legs to play with the sensitive flesh there.

The child let out a quiet crooning noise as the loop was lifted past her beak and over her head.  She groaned as the deadly halter was tightened to the feathers of her neck.  She lifted her hands to feel the rope draped around her throat.

An arms length from the table, there was a heavy hook fastened to the ceiling.  The swan woman lifted the rope to the hook, took up the slack, and wrapped the rope around the hook three times.  She then secured it with a simple slip knot.  Ariel then picked up the other end of the rope.  She wrapped that three times around her daughters chest and arms.  And again, secured it loosely with a simple overhand knot.  That would hold her daughter's arms secure to her sides.

Ariel stepped back look at her daughter.  The girl stood on the edge of the table, naked, bound, noosed, and ready to hang.  Eager to hang.  The image was so much like her own breath play, that she found this view of her daughter incredibly arousing.

Still, the girl was waiting with wide eyed eagerness, so Ariel carefully unfolded the document, and lifted it to read.

"Mommy?"

"Hmm?"

"You can do it without that if you wish."

Ariel froze.

"I bet I'd still fit in the big roaster."

Kill her daughter?  Hanged by the neck to a real and final death.  Butcher her.  Clean the carcass and dress it.  Pop it in the oven - 

Her voice began saying the words, while her mind was still absorbing the idea of possibly having her daughter for dinner.  With a little rice, and a white wine - 

"Mommy?"

"Yes, sweetling?"

"Are you aroused by this?"

"Yes, sweetling.  Oh, yes."

"May I - um - Please, may I watch you play with yourself before I -"  

The child hesitated, uncertain if she had gone too far.  But Ariel was so intensely excited, that she hastily began pulling at the buttons of her dress.  She was in enough of a hurry, that she yanked the garment over her head before she finished with the buttons.  She wore no underwear, finding it uncomfortable over her feathers even in her half form.  She dropped to the floor, with her claws toward the table, and threw her knees open.  Her hands dropped to the tender lips between her legs, and she began to stroke.

In moments Ariel was panting with her need for release.  Stroking her labial lips was soon not enough stimulation.  She crammed two fingers of her left hand into her vagina, groaning at the welcome intrusion.  The forefinger of her right hand dug up into the peak of her labia and began to furiously rub her clitoris.  Ariel watched her daughter, as her daughter watched wide eyed, as Ariel demonstrated maturbating.  Was it showing off for her daughter that was so extremely exciting?  Sharing this intimacy in an almost incestuous fashion?  Or was it the noose around her daughter's neck?  Knowing that in moments that noose would be choking the dancing child?  Or, perhaps it was simply that the two of them had been looking forward to this for hours, and that had kept them both on the edge for so long?

"Oh, sweetling!  Oh, whenever you're ready!  Oh -  Oh - Oh, please!  Oh, do it!  Do it!  I want to see you do it!"

The child let her eyes slip away.  She concentrated deep within, and the change occured.  Shifting from half form to swan form, the child was thicker in the chest and thinner in the hips.  As her arms changed to wings, the expanding chest squeezed them in the binding ropes.  More importantly, the avian form was much shorter in the legs, and the child lost her footing on the table.

The child's eyes shot open in surprise and the rope took her weight.  The noose jerked into her neck, smashing and breaking feathers where the long column slipped in behind her beak.  She swung out and back, spinning slowly in a circle.  Ariel knew that the throat and the arteries under the knot would be crushed closed.  No last gasp, or trickle of air would slip past that rope.

At first the child dangled motionless.  At first it would hurt little more than simply holding her breath too long.  But her body demanded air and when she tried to inhale nothing happened.  That would be when she began to squirm, and twitch.  Her head rocked; her legs jerked back and forth.  As it began to really hurt, she began to spasm and flopped about like a fish on a line.  Panic set in, and the little bird began to thrash around frantically.

Which was too much for the eager Ariel.  The erotic pressure in her pelvis climbed a peak of power, and finally burst out.  Her hips thrust several times with the force of the orgasm, banging her abreviated tale against the floor.  The strength of it washed over her mind and blocked out all other sensation.

She lay on the floor panting for several moments recovering.  Then she looked up at her daughter.  The tiny swan dangled motionless.  

Wearily, Ariel climbed to her feet.  Close to her daughters face, she could see the child's eyes wide with amazement, the pupils rapidly glazing over.  Streaks of tears lay on the tiny facial feathers.  Ariel raised her left hand to gently touch a bead of moisture below the child's right eye.  On a tender impulse, she wrapped her arms around the tiny bird, and gave her a hug.  Stepping back, she had a more selfish impulse, and gave the body a nudge to set it swinging back and forth.

Panting so much had left her mouth dry.  She turned to the sink, grabbed a cup and gulped down some water.  Refreshed she set about cleaning up. 

First she untied the girl's arms.  Then, Ariel wrapped her left arm around her daughters body so that she could untie the cieling hook with her right hand.  Grabbing a hand full of the rope, she carried the body into the girl's bedroom.  After laying the body on the bed, she carefully loosened the noose, and slipped it off.

While pulling the covers up over the small body, Ariel realized how silly the gesture was.  The girl was dead, and would stay dead until dawn the next day.  She certainly wouldn't feel the cold.

Walking back to the table, she carefully straightened out the rope.  She immediately stepped up on the chair, and from the chair to the table.  She picked up the document and held it in her beak.  Her heart began to pound, and that familiar pressure began building in her pelvis again, as she lifted the noose to her own face, and slipped it back around her neck.  With practiced fingers, she took up the slack and tied the rope to the cieling hook with a slip knot.  Then she tied the end of the rope around her chest and arms, just below the bust and above the elbows.  Holding the document in her left hand she began to play with herself again with her right.  It felt so good!

As she began to orgasm she shifted to avian form; and like her daughter before her, the rope around her neck jerked her off of the table to hang.