There's an infamous adage that every technology will first be used for pornographic needs, and indeed even immortality would end up falling under that rule to it's logical limits.

And just as it was before, these new uses would not be accepted by most.  But hey, what happens in this club is protected by both a gentleman's agreement to not divulge as well as legal contract to not report what deviants are here letting their darkest desires be fulfilled.

This club went for simple, comfy and professional.  Well lit with soft dark carpets and couches designed for lounging in all states of dress, undress, and who knows what else between.  Many guests would show off new bodies with all sorts of strange and unnatural features and additions, most designed with erotic functions for every whim and desire one could think of.

While the 'performing' areas were often simple plastic of gray and white, a sterile environment with a variety of drains for easy cleaning of what fluids may happen when one gets themselves killed in all sorts of manners both strangely dark and creative or straightforwardly simple.

While the future holds much in change for what consists of body and mind, it seems the interest for snuff has remained with a quaintyl old fashioned outlook.  A simple little gallows in one corner contrasted dark wood upon the white walls and flarr, two trapdoors each above a drain.  A curiously padded garrote chair in another overstuffed and faux leather like a recliner, and a grand guillotine was built into the room, the blade reaching up to the ceiling.  Each simply made from wood, well polished and meticulously maintained.  TheLastGasp club preferred simpler ways for entertainment to sacrifice themselves for clientale, working with old standbys to the strangeness high tech exectutions could be performed these days.

This club's niche was less exploring how many ways one could leave this mortal coil, but encouraging the audience to join in for executions.  Preferring a hands on and amateur displays rather then professional actors or planned displays.  And in this case, one very nervous first timer was stripping down his chubby form so he could experience his first death.

His form was currently a tanuki male who was quite plump as he panted for breath.  He had gone for a submissively out of shape form than the perfect muscled and proportioned body sculpts that were current chic fashion.  More than a few boys and girls eyed his form, worn and blemished with age with a giggle or curiousity, it wasn't often one showed some age in their shells.  Eternal youth and fashion seemed to go hand in hand these days, for now at least.

The chubby male was obviously a first timer to death too, given the deep flush of nervousness when he kept eying the noose that had been meticulously measured for his height an hour or so ago.  The two bunny boys who would escort him made a show of tying the thickest rope they had into quite a massive loop, while he watched with a nervous bite of his lip.  The two twinky males joking that they might just have to fab up another size larger to hold that big butt of his in the air.

And now he was holding his arms behind him, showing off that fat butt to the crowds growing attention.  A show was getting ready to start as the lights dimmed for the audience, hidden spotlights illuminating the noose brightly.  The anonymous tanuki was soon to be ready to put his dangling body in that spotlight.  A little "mmrph!" were his last words as he opened his jaws wide for a cherry red ball gag.  A blindfold was fitted around his head as his glasses were removed and set aside, not that he would need those for what he was going to do.  Then marched ever slowly to the gallows stairs, the smaller bunnies helping guide him slow and steadily in his helpless, bound up state.

The platform was designed for two, so a pair could perform a duet of a dance if they wished.  The stairs leading up circled around the ten foot tall platform, going around the back as both smaller bunny boys guided the silenced and blinded tanuki up each step one by one.  A macabre impression of a wedding march as the background music was lowered into silence.  The audience gave a murmur still, discussing the growing anticipation as one does with an anticipated show about to be started.

Soon the older tanuki was walked to the first trapdoor, designed to hinge from the back and frame the bodies of those who end up dangling from the gibbet bar above.  One of the bunnies kissed his cheek as the rough fabric is rubbed down his muzzle and cheeks to be fit about his soft, thick neck.  Fur spiked up around the heavy rope as the nude male feels his sheath spill, his tail lashed in eager nervous motions behind him.

THe other bunny fondled the stiff male to ensure he gets nice and fully erect.  His work was quite easy, as the chubby tanuki drips pre even as his knees quivered in anxiety.  A giggle from a few in the audience at the signs of fright for death, an obvious first timer or a very talented faker.  Both were so rare these days.  And he was so eager too, obviously no coercion for him to take the gallows stage.  A few suspected that he might even be in his original body.  Quite a treat, given the number of body mods and shells in the crowd probably outnumbered the audience itself.

The two bunnies walked back down the steps once the volunteer was noosed up, leaving him alone in the spotlight.  Erect and trembling with a fat loop of rope that held his throat securely and kept his head held high and proud.  No slack for this dancer, he's going to choke out and probably leave quite a mess in a few more minutes.  Contrasting the audio silence of the room, electronic chatter passed wildly between the watching audience.  Many were taking bets on time until he loses conciousness, dies, soils self, spills bladder, cums, and a myriad other factors minute and trivial.  Rumors and suspicion that he is still an organic body, no mods or anything but a cortical stack.  Probably even the one he was born in, and now was about to die in, just as one used to do.

The timer for the trapdoor clicked down, unseen to the doomed tanuki, but the rest watched with rapt attention.  Five minutes was just long enough to let the victim stew in nervousness, but not so long to make it boring.  Letting a last minute run to prep or grab refreshments, or perhaps get oneself more comfortable.  As many in the audience slipped free of any clothes they may have had on.  Arousal was thick in the air and growing quickly as most watched the timer's display in their own field of vision, descending towards the fated time for the shaking tanuki even if they don't watch directly.  For a few this was the best part, the twilight between life and death where one still stood tall, put on display in the deadly embrace of whatever apparatus will end up taking their lives.

A loud click announced the tanuki's execution a second before the door opened.  The safety lock's release gave him time to moan, muffled in the gag.  Then there was the sharp clatter of wood slapping wood that so many enjoyed on such a primal level, along with the quieter creak of rope straining as the snug knot cinched under several hundred pounds of male tanuki.  Two calloused footpads jerked in reflex as the male kicked in shock at the harsh pinching squeeze around his throat.  While a glob of pre squirted from his modest pink arousal, those heavy orbs swaying in response to his jerking motions.  The middle aged male being executed before an amorous crowd as he hanged from his compressed throat before them all.

He kicks relaxed as he grew used to the pinching grasp about his throat, arching and paddling his feet back and forth in a lazy rhythm.  Feeling around slowly with those stretched toes as knee lifted up to hips, then the other.  His knot bulged even as his hips shook and tail lashed frantic with aroused fear.  His ears were folded back in discomfort, even as his struggling form hinted at bliss despite the airless pain.  his plump chest rose and fell quickly, straining for breath through his crushed throat.  Belly wobbling a little as feet occasionally give a harsh kick, twirling the displayed tanuki ever slowly as if on display for an ad.  Perhaps it would be one for the strength of the rope as it creaked in protest each time  his shifting weight tugged that looped knot a little tighter.  His thick fur insufficient to hide the rope's deep groove in his fat neck beneath his chin.

His struggles slowed after only a minute, the out of shape male was obviously not going to last very long at all.  His head bobbed and nodded involuntarily.  His chest was tense with a weak thrashing of arms, and then he relaxed, but wasn't out cold quite yet, just ever so gently exploring his legs, lifting and curling them just a few inches as he swayed.  Feeling them grow heavy and weak as he savored his airless moment, pre dribbled copiously to pool around the drain in slippery drops.  A few subtle thrusts pushed that twitching canine length around, desperate for climax as he shook intimately before all.  Silently pleading for one final climax before that airless darkness claimed his life.

Finally he bucked suddenly, his heavy orbs pulled snug.  A little cheer from the audience as he came.  A weak, desperate climax oozed globs of tanuki semen down his pink prick in weak little splurts and squirts.   Dribbling down his throbbing prick and sheath with fat droplets splashing to the ground far beneath his feet.  Those worn pawpads relaxed with a few jerks as his head slipped forward and finally rose no more.  A few sighs and groans as it seems one series of bets had finished, along with a few climaxes from those blatantly pleasuring themselves or others.  For most the best part of the show was at hand, along with a climax or two amongst the revellers.

The strong scent of cum grew ever stronger as the male's legs jerked and twitched, faintly lifting in unconscious, twitchy jerks.  The tanuki won't feel any part of these cramping jerks as his brain steadily shut down.  A minute or so passed quietly as those instinctive thashes of limbs faded.  Soon the fat old tanuki's heart would stop as it seized up from lack of air, and his organic brain would finally cease... though his electronic recording of all would continue right along, catching every little sensation he missed in unconsciousness.  Letting him experience the normally unexperienced if he decides to watch his show from his own POV.

And then of course, there were the other biological process that came about when one's life finally left them.   His bladder spilled first, a wet, weak dribble running down his pointed tip and soaking his sheath fur.  Rivulets of bitter musk staining his creamy thighs as it soon dripped from limp toes, adding to the puddles beneath him that dribbled towards the drain he hung above.

And of course the more messy half of his mess was next.  A wet plop as his muscles relaxed fully.  Nothing to hold in his last mess as it left him.  Staining his rump and limp tail as he voided himself before all.  The male obviously expired fully in all ways now.  Leaving a crowd free to finish their own erotic encounters, or perhaps panting blissful afterglow as they gaze upon the sight of the dead tanuki who had killed himself for an evening of fun.

Of course, the next time he will be in he'd be given a toast as first timers always get after their first death.  As well as options to purchase recordings from any number of the audience, with or without physical and or emotive tracks layered on.  Or perhaps a nice mixing of his unconsious struggles and sensations, so he can feel those minutes he had been lulled to sleep and experience the frantic rush of his brain dying in noose's asphyxiating graso.

Perhaps even some tanuki steak for dinner if he so desires.  It's surprising how many who wear an organic shell enjoy trying themselves out as meat, if just out of morbid curiousity.

But morbid curiousity is what brought most everyone here, really. 
