Execution Tag:  Con’s Highdive  (first draft 9/20) (final edit 10/26)

    The sun beamed down on the large gryphon’s back as he waited impatiently for his execution, flicking the tag in his ear in irritation as he looked about.  The pool of water for drowning him was achingly close, and its cool waters promised a sweet relief from the summer’s heat.  But there was still all the initial setup that awaited him while the sun rose ever higher upon the concrete expanse of his execution platform.

    Sometimes he wished they could just lob him in and seal the top without all this pomp and circumstance.  But here he was, finally getting lead up the few stairs to the trapdoor-laden surface of the ‘diving platform’.  The aptly named platform was made out of plexiglass, split into panels that could be opened singly, or as a group, such as for a larger victim like the big feral gryphon.  The clear floor let the little crowd below see him be prepared, through the water’s distortions.

    The front of the large tank was clear glass, like an aquarium; indeed, the back of it even had a faux ‘sea life’ diorama with smiling fish and colorful kelp to add a cartoony bit of contrast to the sight of victims breathing in the cold water.  And of course most victims would be dropped so they would see the small crowd watching them succumb to the water’s lethal embrace.

    The gryphon was no exception, as the heavy ‘leash’ of chain he had been lead up the platform with was then used to tie up his wings and forepaws.  His hindpaws were getting tied down with heavy chains and cuffs by a smaller housecat, to ensure the gryphon would sink efficiently.  Con’s arousal grew with his nervousness as he felt that firm, assuring weight that promised to get him swiftly down to the pool’s bottom.  His four paws were idly scratching at the thick clear plexiglass that kept him from the siren call of the waters below, as his arousal poked out in eagerness for the ‘swim’ he would soon receive; courtesy of the white tag clamped to his ear.

    The chains tying him up were warm against fur and feathers, the sun heating it up more as he shivered a little.  The gryphon was watching how it looped from his neck to over his forepaws, and around wings.  His needy squirming was testing those clanking bonds, as he gulped when he watched the two feline assistants walk back towards the control panel.  His arousal was throbbing, knowing this life was in its last moments, as he awaited the familiar bottom of the pool to greet him once more.  Con had earned a bit of a reputation as a regular on the trapdoor, and these hot days made it so worth it to get an ear tagged for a drowning execution.

    The wait seemed to drag on, especially with all that weight around him, but Con knew some was just the nervous excitement.  He had sunk to the bottom of the pool to be left on the bottom all day, a few times already, but it still made his heart pound and loins ache with need.  Knowing that cool, engulfing water was so close to claiming his helplessly bound form, he squirmed with need and rattled the chains holding him bound up.  He was making a good little show for the watching crowds, even if his struggles were for a different reason.

    CLATTER!  SPLASH! 

    The trapdoors opened swiftly, and the gryphon found himself plunging quickly into the water.  Ulp! He had lost half a breath of air from the shock of his sudden drop, and now that blissfully cool water was rushing up along his fur and feathers. His eyes were clenched tightly closed in delight as he sank down, a good two dozen feet, to the pool bottom. The water pressure was making his ears pop, as he shook a little in fearful eagerness.  Con found himself peeking at a couple dozen blurry people on the other side of the glass, here to watch him expire in the water.  His big paws felt the firm surface of the floor, held down by cooling metal chains at the bottom of an aquarium.

    The gryphon puffed a little air out, glittery bubbles racing up to the far away surface as his arousal twitched in enjoyment.  He was firmly on the bottom, and he’d be here all day, soon just limp and still.  His wings and talons tugged uselessly at the cool metal holding them.  Coldness pinched at his skin as the metal cooled so quickly.  He knew he would be as cold as the chains around him, once he got his lungs filled with the pool’s water.  

    His lungs already ached as carbon dioxide built up, needing release as instincts conflicted.  His lungs were begging to let his air out, but he wanted to keep his beak clamped shut from the water around him.  A few more trickles of air escaped his beak as he shuddered; each one a final escape, not a bit of air for him to find as he felt his heart pound in anxious bliss.  That fatal inhalation was growing closer, making him shake in giddy excitement and nervousness at once.

    His arousal oozed pre as he felt a sudden urge to spill his air into the aquarium tank, but he held it back by clenching his toes and talons and shaking his head wildly a moment, until it subsided.  The burning in his lungs was a pounding now, as he quivered in his bindings.  His beak was a little sore as he clenched his jaw tighter, arching and curling himself up in tense struggles to hold on to stale air a little longer.  A few faint sparkles flickered in the corners of his vision as he grit his beak and felt his chest burn with need.

    BLUB!  

    His air bubbled up in one impressive, grand gout.  Silver glitters of light sparkled upwards, matched by the faint sparks in his vision as coldness filled his lungs.  Hiis body instinctively coughed, then inhaled sharply again.  Coolness flooded his lungs once more.  So heavy.  So full feeling.  Another cough released only the faintest of bubbles.  The last of his air was gone, as he began to breathe cool water; big strong breaths to show his lungs rising and falling as he trembled.  He was drowning, doomed to his airless fate, as dizziness spun his head around and his vision wavered. He was feeling a hot burning need in his lap that matched the intensity of his lungs need for air.

    He couldn’t hold back as blackness nibbled into his vision, fading with the delirious bliss of hypoxia.  He felt a hot twinge in his loins as pleasure and pain bubbled through him.  His climax shook him as he could no longer hold back, thrusting hips using up the little oxygen in his blood faster yet, as the lush coolness of the water drew his vision further into the darkness.  His body rocked with a last shudder and arch back to show off his final climax, before those big eyes rolled back and he let the water claim him, letting that blackness fill him and coldness lull him to his final sleep.

    His body would wriggle entertainingly for a few more minutes, a long climax spurting through most of those unconscious jerks. An impressive number of ribbons of cum sank slowly in the water.  The powerful beast’s life, so easily ended in just a simple tank of water.  The crowds already dispersing as his little shakes and trembles ended peacefully.

	Cool and content, Con was completely still on the aquarium bottom for all to admire.  His large feral arousal was still half erect in blissful lust for the water around him.  His cheeks were blue and dark, matched by his ears and paw pads.  The chains would hold his limp form to the floor for the rest of the hot summer day.  


    But at least he was out of the heat.
