"What's bothering you, dear?"

Morgan glanced up from her dinner plate, to see Daddy squirm a little in his chair.

"I don't -" he began, then paused.

Mommy sighed.  "You're unhappy.  Things aren't working out for you, are they?"

"No."

"But, there's more to it than that.  Isn't there?"

Daddy sagged in his chair, and looked away.

"I want," and he paused again.  "I want to be single again.  I want to start over."

Mommy seemed to freeze.  Morgan looked back and forth at her parents a few times, wondering where this was going.

"I refuse to divorce," said Mom.

"I know."

"That only leaves -"

Daddy nodded.

Mommy began to pick up her dinner things.  "Morgan, clear your place at the table."

"I'm not done eating."

"Just do it. That's a good girl."

Morgan sighed and obediently began to clean up.

In the kitchen, Mommy took Morgan by the shoulders.  "Now, Morgan, you remember us talking about sex?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"I want you to help me share sex with Daddy." 

"I thought having sex with Daddy would be bad for me?"

"Normally it would," replied Mommy.  "But this is special.  I want you to be brave for me.  This is going to be scary."

Morgan nodded.

"It is alright for you to share sex with Daddy this time, because Daddy is going to kill us."

Morgan's eyes shot wide open in disbelief.

"We want Daddy to remember us with joy.  We want this to be a happy thing for him.  So we want to have fun with it, so Daddy will have fun.  Alright?"

Morgan managed to nod.

"Good girl.  Now take off all your clothes except your panties."  And, Mommy began to undress, too.

Daddy was in the living room, when Mommy and Morgan walked in.  He was standing on the little step stool from the garage, and tying rope to the heavy over head beam.  A second rope aleady dangled over the tall stool Mommy used when she was doing her water colors.  He seemed surprised to see Mommy and Morgan wearing only panties.

"Well, lover," said Mommy smiling, "what would say to a going away party?"  Morgan managed to smile.  Scared as she was, her tail was trying to curl protectively between her legs.  But, she did want to make Daddy happy before - before the end.

It didn't take long to get Daddy out of his clothes.  Mommy kneeled down and took Daddy's sex thing in her mouth.  Then a few moments later, she stopped and had Morgan try it.  It felt strange to have the big thing in her mouth, but she tried to stroke and lick it the way Mommy told her.  Daddy made her stop when he thought he was 'too close.'  He played with Mommy's body for a while.  She seemed to like it when he used his tongue on her teats and nipples.  Mommy had him stop and begin doing the same to Morgan.  Daddy's tongue on Morgans nipples felt really weird, but in a good way.  Mommy pulled Morgan's panties down, and had Daddy start using his tongue on Morgan's private place.  That felt even weirder, but Morgan really liked it.  Daddy pushed Mommy over on her back, and pulled her panties down.  Then, he began to tongue Mommy's private place.  Mommy seemed to like that, too.  She caught her breath long enough to have Morgan sit on her face, so Mommy could tongue Morgan at the same time.  Morgan was beginning to enjoy the whole sex thing.  Daddy stopped and had Morgan scoot down and try using her tonque on Mommy's private place.  Mommy tried to tell her what to do, between gasps of pleasure.

Her parents had Morgan's hyman surgically removed when she had been an infant.  Even so, when Daddy tried to put his big thing into her from behind, it was almost more than Morgan could handle.  Remembering that this was supposed to be good for him, Morgan smiled and told him that she liked it.  Again, he stopped when he felt he was 'too close,' and Morgan traded places with Mommy.  While Daddy put his thing in Mommy, Mommy put her face in Morgan's private place.  Morgan was really learning to appreciate having her thing licked.

This time when Daddy thought he was 'too close,' Mommy had him lie on his back on the floor.  She straddled him and sank down onto his thing.  She had Morgan sit on Daddy's face.  Daddy's tonque felt different; different strokes, different pressure.  But, she still liked it. After a few minutes of that, Mommy and Morgan traded places again.  Morgan had a little trouble forcing herself down onto Daddy's thing.  She was beginning to enjoy the feel of it inside her, though. 

"Too close," murmured Daddy, "I'm going to -"

"Do it," hissed Mommy!  "Fill your daughter!"

Daddy's body stiffened, his hips began to jerk about, and suddenly his thing inside her felt slick and slippery.

Afterwards, Mommy and Morgan went to the water closet.  Mommy helped Morgan clean up down there.  Then, Mommy told Morgan to use the potty to empty her bowel and bladder.  Morgan didn't feel as if she needed to, but she managed.  Mommy did the same.

When they went back in the living room, Daddy said: "should we go again, or -?"

"Whatever makes you happy," replied Mommy with a smile.

Daddy nodded.  "I'd like to get to it."

Mommy nodded.  "Would you like it in my mouth while Morgan swings?  Or would you like her mouth while I swing?"

He shook his head.  "I'd actually like to watch you go together."

"Of course, dear."

Daddy turned to Morgan.  "I'd like you up on this stool," he said.

"Yes, Daddy," she smiled. Before she could climb up herself, Daddy gripped her about the ribs, and with a bounce, lifted her up to stand on the tall stool.  He held her a moment while she caught her balance, then she smiled at him, and tried to wag her tail.  Daddy stepped behind her, and pulled her hands around back to tie her wrists together.  Stepping back in front, he took the rope dangling from the ceiling beam, and tied it around her neck.  As scared as she was, Morgan had to force her muzzle to keep her smile on her face.

Meanwhile, Mommy had stepped up on the other stool, and had already tied the other rope around her neck.  She seemed to be enjoying herself.  Morgan wondered if Mommy was just faking it, as she was, or if Mommy was really happy for Daddy.  He pulled Mommy's hands behind her back, and tied her wrists together.

Morgan was breathing deeply.  Hanging was supposed to hurt, wasn't it?  How much would it hurt?

Mommy leaned her face over Daddy.  "Give us a kiss, lover."

Daddy took her face in his and mashed his muzzle to hers.

"Me, too, Daddy."

He placed his hands on Morgan's hips and gave her a peck on the cheek.

She forced herself to smile at him.  "Come on, Daddy.  We shared sex.  You can do better than that!"

So, he pressed his muzzle to hers and gave her a proper kiss; she felt his tongue.

The stool disappeared from under her feet, and the rope grabbed her by the throat. It jerked tight up behind her jaw and squeezed hard all the way around.  Instinctively, she tried to reach up to grab it, but her hands only yanked against the cord around her wrists.

Her neck muscles felt stretched and crushed.  She couldn't breath and there was a throbbing that matched her pounding heart.  Frantically, she tried to escape the pain.  Her body tossed about and her feet kicked out.  

She was dimly aware of Mommy hanging beside her.  While Morgan thrashed about, Mommy seemed to be squirming.  How could Mommy stand it so well?  Morgan felt as if her head was going to rip off.  

She could see Daddy standing a few feet away, staring raptly at the show his wife and daughter were giving him.  He was rubbing his thing.

She heard a ringing in her ears, and the throbbing sensation had spread to behind her eyes.  Her vision was greying around the edges, as if she were staring down a tunnel through a fog.  It didn't seem to hurt as much anymore.  Her body gently jerked and quivered.  

Through the fog she saw Mommy's limp body.  It was gently swaying in a small circle.  Her eyes were half lidded, and seemed to be staring into the distance.  Daddy?  She couldn't see him anymore.

Morgan felt tired, worn out.  Sleepy.  She felt so sleepy . . .