The crowd's cheers filled the amphitheater as I bowed before the crowd.  The blue bird's final shivers leaving him still twisting in the breeze.  I fluttered my wings as my heart began to race in anticipation for what would be my final showing.  The crowd buzzing with anticipation, curious who next would struggle and thrash to death for them.  Watching as I lift up a curious leather wraps, looking like a corset to fit around my wings.  Hands behind me tugging firmly to begin to lace it, the crowd starting to grow wilder as they realize who indeed will grace the final platform.  I grunt as I pull the lacing, pinching my wings behind me as I awkwardly loop the leather into a knot.  It won't be perfect, but I just need it to hold for a few minutes, that's all.  I grin, tail wagging as I ponder who to fulfill this showing by myself.

I gather up the heavy rope that will hold me for my last minutes.  Slowly tying the noose as my arousal grows, panting with a fearful lust, knowing I'll have plenty of others awaiting me in death.   Soon I've got the thick loop of rope finished, tossing it up over the gibbet pole with a little shiver.  Lowering it down inch by inch until the loop is just at my head height, ready to hold me until I succumb to it's grasp.  I kneel down, tying it to the gallows as I have so many other knots, a steady rhythm of practiced motions as I secure my own noose to the gallows.  The rope cheerfully swaying in the breeze, ready to hold me.

I pull my loincloth off, arousal released to the cool air as I lick my lips.  I turn back, gathering a pair of cuffs before I move towards the noose.  Stepping forward to the thick rope, I nuzzle my cheek along the rough surface.  Slowly I kiss the heavy knot, tail flicking and wagging nervously as I rest my nose against the rough rope.  I bite my lip, the next few moves to be interesting.  Slowly I begin to turn my hood around, to pull it into a binding, confining covering like the others wear.  Cinching the straps on it with a ginger tug and knot.   The darkness engulfing me, breaths hot as I nuzzle forward blindly for the noose.  Feeling it gently brush and rub, then drag over my covered cheeks.  A sure step leading it around my head, kneeling the small amount to pull it snug.

Soon I'll be ready, just a few more moments left of preparation.  I pull my hands behind me, carefully pressing the cold metal of one end of the cuffs against my back.  Hearing and feeling it click steadily shut as my other wrist feels for the dangling opening.  Gingerly pressing my wrist in, I press that to my back as well.  A soft click, then the ratcheting metal locks me in.  Bound now. Nowhere to go but down a few inches.  My wings straining against the bindings as I test the cuffs, feeling them tug cold and rough on wrists.  My arousal straining before me as I pant.  Now for the last touch.

I can hear the pitter patter of feet walking up the stairs, a tremble running up my spine as the lucky fur walks down the gallows floor.  A cheerful, nude white and brown spotted rat teen who had won his chance to be surprise executioner for my final showing.  I can hear the scrape of his claws on the floor as he gets closer to the lever, waiting to send me to my death.  Panting heavily in the hot leather hood as I nervously shift, ready and waiting as the others were before me.

There's a quiet creaking of the trapdoor as I hear something.  Then a touch of fingers along my hips makes me jerk, gasping out as he grasps my sheath to pump a few times.  I whimper, helpless to stop him from pressing his smooth prick beneath my tail.  A firm push sinking that rodent arousal into my rump as I gasp, the crowd a low rumble of enjoyment in my muffled hearing.  I'm given a few firm shoves, the rat guy enjoying his new toy for a moment.  But even he must know he has a show to finish, as I feel him slide out, leaving my pucker gaping in the cool night air.

There's a shifting beneath my feet, as I hear the clicks of locks releasing.  I gasp, knowing that any moment... the door opens abruptly, swinging out as for a moment I fall.  Then a sharp jerk clamps my throat shut, kicking out wildly as I hang suspended by my throat.  I begin to frantically paw my feet, knowing quite well I'll find nothing, but instinctively striving to find support for my dangling toes.  The bite of rope around my neck sharp and firm, merciless as my weight slowly pulls my life away with each kick of my legs, knowing I will soon be dead.

I struggle to fight that fear ringing in my ears, as the taut rope seals my breath in.  Pulse pounding in my head as my body strives to keep me alive.  Steadily I begin to relax my urges to fight, relaxing, letting the noose seal it's grasp further around my hooded head.  Legs swinging in more graceful, full kicks to try to make a show of my final moments alive.  My loins burning with lust as I finally swing upon a noose this cool evening.  The heady, dizzying asphyxiation slowly building within my head as my lungs begin that urging and burning of need.

I can feel the coldness of sweat on my paw pads, knowing the night air will soon be stealing my body heat from me.  My arousal bobbing and slapping my belly as my lithe body turns and twists.  Lost in the deadly embrace of rope and leather, sharp cuffs pinching wrists as stars glitter in my vision.  My face feeling plump, drooling some as I feel that urge to thrash against my bindings steadily growing.

My body aching as my jerking struggles steadily use the remaining air in my body.  My vision dances with spots seen only to me.  Ears ringing, pulse pounding painfully in my head.  Feeling the sharp cramps of muscles starting to give in to death as a hot tingling burns in my loins.  My knot bulging, fat and heavy as my chest strains for air, the steady, helplessness making my arousal quickly build up.  A hot tremor running up my hips as I feel a gush of sticky seed jet from my cock, nearly lost in the powerful dying sensations as I begin to cum in helpless shudders before the crowd.

I can feel the sticky spunk ooze down onto my feet amid shuddering little kicks.  My body aches, burning with the flickering flame of life with my chest.  Muscles clenching and relaxing in sharp cramps, as my head slips forward.  I strain to mouth for air, drool pooling against my nose as the white spots of dizzying asphyxiation fill my vision.  I can faintly feel myself relaxing, giving up the fight, so far away as I spin dizzily in the air.  A growing roar of applause leading me away, as the white spots give way to darkness finally...

The winged wolf jerks a last shudder.  Slack, still, dripping cum from his stiff arousal, erect in death as he twists quietly.  The rat pawing off urgently to cum all over the soft, silver fur of the dead wolf's butt.  Soon leaving the messy male on stage, as the show finally ends.  Another exciting night at the snuff fair coming to a close, and promising plenty more carnal treats in the days to arrive.  




