(Dis)Claimer:  Warning!  This story contains graphic depictions of auto erotic asphyxiation and suicide by hanging in a way that is probably much more pleasurable than they really are.  Viewer discretion is advised.  The author would like to point out shi in now way endorses or encourages such behavior, and believes deadly kinks like this are best enjoyed not for a first and only time by actually performing them, but instead writing and drawing about others going through them in his, hir, or her own first and only time. This story in now way reflects the author's mood or desires, aside from finding it really hot.  Trained professional on a closed course.  No animals were harmed in the making of this story, except for a fat anthro' sea otter, but he really wanted it and is in a better place now.  Enjoy responsibly.  -Ar'iat, Mistress of The Last Gasp

    A Hanging Experience
I've always had some dark interests, but never had I decided to finally give into them before.  I wasn't doing bad off really, and perhaps the idea was a little rash and not well thought out.  I wasn't a too bad looking sea otter if you didn't mind my odd, 'swapped' coloration of cream colored fur and darker brown belly-fur.  Though I was a bit chubbier and shorter then I liked.  Perhaps this will add a few inches to me in the end, though I don't think I'll be enjoying them once I'm stretched by my neck.

Though the thought of hanging was adding a few inches to my arousal, stiff in the cool night air as I peeked around the dark woods.  My idea was foolish enough as it was, so I guess streaking through the woods wouldn't be any worse.  I've always had a thing for exhibitionism, though not as much as the kink that really got me going.  Alas, I would only get to enjoy it once, but when that evil, devious little kink in you is the thought of being hung, it is truly something you can only 'enjoy' once.  But the night was perfect, the summer air cool with moonlight glittering through the trees as I gathered up the supplies I needed.

I'd always been a little bit of a chicken, but tonight I knew I'd go through with it.  After all, I didn't really have that much to lose, and I knew someday it'd end like this.  From what I heard my partner in asphyx play was working to build an actual gallows, and it was tempted to see about joining him.  But the perfect weather and his bravery had transferred to me, and I knew I'd have to do it alone or I'd never do it.

Taking heft of the stool, rope and cuffs, I began that final walk through the moonlit woods.  There wasn't a soul around me, and in a macabre way I was relieved that there wasn't going to be any souls around soon.  The path wasn't too hard to follow, though I nearly got lost along the way a few times.  I had spent some time exploring the woods, and I knew few would go this far into them.  And I had plenty of time in my nude hike to think it over, if it wasn't for the fact all I could think of was the tree I found the last time.

It was a grand, proud oak in the middle of the clearing.  The heavy, low branches were quite strong, and it was deep enough in the forest I might not ever be found.  The thought of that making my tummy tingle and arousal throb as I bit my lip.  Just food for the scavengers and fertilizer for the tree.  I pondered why I found that ending so alluring, but I supposed it beat being tied up to a million tubes and wires to be kept artificially alive when I should be naturally dead.  I nearly tripped when I finally stumbled into the clearing, and the sight of the tree made my heart race a little  Perhaps my heart knew what was going to happen to me soon.

I walked around the tree, eying the branches.  An especially low and heavy branch looked like it might be best for what I had in mind.  I carefully set the tall stool own, shifting it to get it settled in the cool ground.  Slowly I pulled myself up onto the stool, feeling it quite secure beneath me.  Then I reached up with my stubby arms, grasping and tugging the branch.  Trying to lift myself up.  I wasn't quite in shape enough to perform a pull up, but the branch didn't even rock under my weight.  It should be perfect.

Slowly I cuffed my left paw, the steel glittering in the silver moonlight.  If I was lucky, it might be all that anyone finds, along with some bones left beneath the tree, already picked clean by scavengers.  My fat tail thumping my leg as I curled my toes, just taking my time as I looked over the branch.  I did only get one shot at this, and wanted to enjoy it thoroughly.  

Slowly I lifted the coil of rope off my shoulder, and begin to tie my fatal knot.  It was such a simple knot, though my pudgy webbed fingers had to work carefully to ensure I got it right.  The rope had been faintly oiled, smelling sweet as I curled and looped it around itself.  Giving a slow pull upon it, watching the deadly loop form before my eyes.  I gulped as I looked over the object of my destruction, such a simple, thick rope and knot.  Nuzzling and inhaling the cloying scent of oil I had brushed onto it to ensure it would close smoothly and tightly.  Then gently I puled it over my cheeks, brushing my whiskers as it settled on my shoulders.  Secure and comforting in it's own mortal way.

I tossed the rope over the branch and then pulled it down with careful movements, taking my time.  Feeling the slack slide free, then the knot tug against my throat.  Pinching my thick, oily fur as I shifted it around, trying to get it comfortable against my neck.  Shifting my neck around as I felt it slide up and kiss under my chin, each tug making it bite gently into my neck.  I was panting now as I pulled the rope, letting it pinch my throat and make my pulse pound in my ears.  

Standing tall on my webbed toes as I pulled the noose firmly, before holding it secure a I looped the rope around the branch again.  Smoothly I secured my noose to the branch above, sealing my fate as I panted heavily in the cool night air.  The air seemed even sweeter now, but I suppose it would when it was your last breaths.  Soon the knot seemed secure enough above me, and shifting down from tip toes I gasped as the rope bit  firmly against my neck.  I could barely breath.  My chest rising and falling firmly as the tight loop made my pulse roar in the back of my head.  I felt my cock oozing precum as I knew this was it, I was going to hang.  My knees were shaking as I shifted onto toes again, not wanting to faint so close to my final wish.

Slowly I pulled my hands behind my back and fiddled to get my second paw in the cuffs.  Listening to the cold metal kiss my back and clank quietly.  Just the quiet rustle of wind and a few hooting owls as company for me as I worked.  Though I could barely hear even those through my racing pulse.  Finally I pulled the cuffs forward and managed to click the first notch into the other cuff.  Sliding the open cuff back and worming my hand gingerly through the metal loop.  Glad for slippery fur as my paw finally slid in.  I Bit my lip firmly.  Once that cuff closed, there was no way out but to hang and strangle.

For a long moment I just stood, staring at the ground only a foot away.  Feeling that loop of rope begging to tighten and end my life.  My cocktip twitching, threatening to cum right then and there.  My knees shaking as I closed my eyes tightly, and finally pushed the cuffs closed, each click of the lock closing announcing my fate.  I was going to hang.  If I was lucky, I was never going to be found.  Just a poor, limp otter, food for the ravens and a monument to his lust.  My heart pounded in my chest as I looked down at the ground my webbed feet will never toucj again.  But they won't have long to miss it.

I breathed deeply of the cool air.  I knew I had all the time in the world now, as my world will all be over in just a few minutes.  I savored the taut, trembling pulse of my arousal, my balls pulled snug and the pink cocktip flaring with need.  The racing, pounding beat of my heart in my chest.  The tight pinch of rope about my throat.  The cool kiss of wind on my thick fur.  Smelling the sweet air as I licked my lips.  Feeling a little twitch in my loins with the nervous urge to pee, not that I'd really need to worry about that now.  Nothing would worry me much longer.

Finally I knew it was time.  Looking up at the moon a last time through the branches.  I closed my eyes to best savor the sensations of my life that I was soon to end.  My knees rocked gently, back and forth in preparation.    I decided to count to three, mentally to not scare any of the wildlife that will be my last audience.  One... I tensed my toes, taking a deep breath.  Two... I breathed out, shifting my knees forward...

THREE!  I kicked the stool away as hard as I could.  For a moment I felt like I was flying, free of everything.  Then gravity gracefully nestled me into my noose with it's merciless, loving embrace.  The pinch of rope was intense, making my eyes water as I opened my mouth.  No cool air slipped into my throat as I strangled.  My big feet kicked at the air, the sweaty pads cold in the breeze.  I was hanging!  I opened my eyes, struggling to lower my head and stare wide eyed at my feet, pawing the air a few inches above the ground.  This was it, I was going to die.  And that thought had my loins burning with lust even while my throat ached and burned with the strain of holding my fat body up.

My tail lashed as I watched the world spin below me with each kick of my feet.  So close to my toes as the noose creaked and tightened further.  My chest was already burning for air as I tossed my head side to side, knowing I was never going to get another gasp of the cold night air.  My mind already starting to grow dizzy as I mouthed reflexively to breath, knowing now how a fish out of water felt.  Swinging and twirling gracefully on my noose as I felt my tongue be pushed past my lips.  My head growing heavy as my body strained to keep me alive, the sight of my feet kicking at nothing making me wish I could moan.  A little part of me wishing someone else could be watching, but it was my own personal show now.

That burning grew more fierce as I felt the hot sting of muscles cramping in my neck and chest.  My paws pedaling at the air, sending me twisting around as I drooled down onto my chest.  My lips and cheeks feeling fat as I watched sparkles dance in my vision.  Head swimming as I tossed my arms back and forth, securely bound in those cuffs.  This was it I realized, and the sudden thought of dying made my balls tense further against my lap.  Dizzy with pain and pleasure as I knew I was dying, the pleasure and tightness in my lap making my thrust blindly at the air.

Finally it was too much.  Dazed with the mingling rush of pain, asphyxiation and lust, I felt myself finally give in.  Arching my back proudly as my cock twitched and spurted my last orgasm onto the ground.  I felt my whole body shake as I dangled by my thick neck.  Everything was burning hot as pleasure washed through my dying body.  My head finally slumping forward, unable to hold it up as my limbs grew weak.  My heart fluttering out of control as my vision faded in a display of dancing stars and tunneling vision.  For a moment I may have fallen unconscious, finding myself staring at my toes and dripping arousal with a strange confusion.  Just savoring the weird, terrifying yet arousing sensation of my body's slow death mingling with my afterglow.

As I watched my vision fade I felt that euphoria building in me.  The pain disappearing as I grew too weak to move.  I noted the way I slumped in the noose with a detached manner.  Exploring the burning cramps of my chest fighting for air with my mind.  Feeling the dull ache of my heart giving out.  Enjoying the way my tongue was swollen and dangling from lips that seemed no longer my own.  My cheeks fat as my body tried to keep my brain alive, straining to pump more oxygen deficient blood in there.  A touch of amusement at how erect I was still, even as I died.  Knowing I was soon to cross that threshold between life and death.  I was blinking blindly at the ground as everything finally faded away into unconsciousness.  No longer able to move my twitching, spasming body as I waited with an eager curiosity to what would come next.  I knew it wouldn't be long at all...  Death would not be waiting very long for me.

The poor otter at last dangled limp and heavy as his body finally died in the noose.  There was a few more minutes of quiet twitching once he fell unconscious, then it was all over.  His body cooling slowly through his thick fur in the night air as he dangled serene and still from the tree branch.  His penis still stiff even in death, his paw pads cold as sweat dried on them.  Cum oozing down his belly and thighs from his last orgasm.  His eyes staring blankly at the ground, as if watching for death's arrival.  But he wasn't kept waiting for very long, just as he had thought.  And no one but scavengers would ever find him, just as he had wished.
