Author note:  Yeah, I normally don't do rule34 and copyrighted characters, so don't go asking for more like this.  But this one was requested a LONG time ago.  So sorry Psycho333 that it took this long.  But enjoy the silly, plotless death smut!  And yeah, Renamon is (C) Toei?  or someone.  And Spyro is... Sony or something.  Don't sue me.  please?  Totally used without authorization, because they'd never encourage this kinda sick stuff =D

    A Perilous Double Feature, part one.
The yellow furred, vulpine creature known as Renamon awoke with a groan.  Her memories faded and dizzy, her body sore as she felt a strange stiffness in her limbs.  Blinking at the sight of a pillow spread out before her in a basket, a foot beneath her head.  Her head stuck in something, heavy and wooden.  Arms stuck behind her and bound, knees pressed in tight and looped with metal.  Her heart beginning to race as she found herself bound to some device.  Muscles cramping with sharp stinging pains as she pulls and strains herself.  She wonders how she got here, trying to determine what the massive wooden frame she's bound to is.

Her attention is lifted upwards to what looks like a large hourglass a few feet in front of her.  Chained to the bottom is a purple dragon, the creature tossing and tugging at his bindings.  Water is steadily pouring onto him, and she realizes the water is slowly filling up.  He looks back, his eyes widening as he looks up  the frame she's in.  She tries to look up, Renamon eying a cord going from the top of his hourglass, over to the frame, and the large blade...

Her eyes widen as she jerks her bound limbs.  The metal unyielding, pinching fur and cramping muscles as she realizes she's in a guillotine.  Her long neck held outstretched for that deadly blade, locked in place under the heavy lunette.  The pillow beneath her long muzzle no longer as appealing as she whimpers and shouts.  The rest of the room dark, just the two spotlights above the strange trap she's found herself in.  Her breath panting as she feels the cool air, her body nude and exposed.  Her long tail bound up to her back, making her rump feel exposed.  She clenches her eyes shut, trying to not think of what she looks like, lewdly displayed in a deadly trap.

The steady splash of water is punctuated with the louder splashes and muffled grunts from the dragon before her.  Her eyes opening to watch the dragon thrash int he water, up to his lap as his body strains against his bindings.  Tossing his head and even breathing blasts of fire, making steam rise out of the air-holes that are set in the middle of the 'hourglass'.  She stares up further, watching the way the cable for her trap is steadily tightening with the water level falling in the top half.  Knowing once the dragon gets flooded... she gives a whimper, crying out, her heart racing at the thought.  She'd been threatened with death before, but never this personal.  Unable to help but imagine her poor, vulpine head slumping into the pillow beneath her as the blade claims her exposed body.

She shakes her head, growling and yelling out for help.  Cries echoing quietly in the expansive chamber.  No answer from the darkness.  Just the steady splishsplash of water and the muffled grunts, growls, and clanking of the struggling dragon.  Her body cramping, sagging as it tires out straining against the immovable metal.  Panting heavily in that awkward pose, arms bound taut behind her, rump upturned with her knees pressed to the wooden frame of the guillotine.  Looking down she can see the trap is designed to even show off her breasts, open beneath her as her panting makes them rise and fall.  Biting her lip as she realizes her life will be ending soon.  The water kissing the dragon's lips as he lifts his head high.  Only a few feet left, and the thinning enclosure means it will fill all that faster.

She whimpers, feeling a strange burning in her loins.  Trying to fight off the strange arousal as she watches the male before her stretch out to lift his head.  His snout raised high to keep above the water, meaning his lap and penis is lewdly exposed.  He seems to also be feeling some sort of arousal from his or perhaps her fate, or just the strangeness of it all.  Or perhaps aroused at the sight of her nude, helpless form.  She struggles to not stare at the soft basket below her, shivering and shaking as she knows she's going to kiss it soon.  Her life to soon end in some sick display,  while her captor never even shows him or herself.  Idly wondering for a moment if there are cameras, suspecting there's probably one presenting on her splayed butt.. whimpering as she knows it will get a good view of her wet cunny.

The sound of more desperate splashes breaks her helpless daydreaming.  Eyes wide as she watches the dragon, stretched out far, water kissing his snout.  There can't be much water left... the sight of that steadily pouring water making her struggle.  Her muscles rippling, powerful body twisting and tugging.  Crying and shouting as she puts all of her efforts into her final moments of life.  Eyes wide, staring at the taut cable and watching the last foot of water pouring down.  The purple dragon guy already underwater fully, unable to lift his head higher.  The two staring at each other, their fates sealed together.  Feeling a strange, burning arousal at the sight of his doomed body, but she knows she only has a moment to savor that thought.

There's a loud clatter above her as the water fully empties.  Her body becomes rigid, clenching tight as she feels a hot flutter in her loins.  A tingling euphoria as she curiously awaits death.  There's a sharp, burning pain shooting through her neck.  Her view point slips forward.  Kissing the cool silk of the pillow with her nose.  Mouthing for air and unable to breath.  Burning pain and sweet afterglow all she can feel as she drools, mouthing for a brief moment.  She can hear her body rattling the bindings in it's final deadly struggle, continuing without her head.  But as quick as it started she feels it fade.  Sparkles filing her vision, and darkness soon following.  Bright eyes still wide as her head settles, tongue pressed from lips as they relax.  Just a trophy now, her body slumped and still.  Folds dripping with the last pleasure she dies with, while her blood pools in the grooves and channels lined in the blade and beneath, collecting the dark and glistening blood into a small basin beneath the device.  While the purple dragon stares at the sight before him, knowing he will be following her soon...



    A Perilous Double Feature, part two.
A warm shower of water awoke the sleeping Spyro, making him stir lazily.  His head spinning with dizziness as he blinks at the strange sight before him.  Some sort of glass cage, while past is some yellow fox creature.  Her head stuck in a stock, ornate and massive.  His cheeks blush a bit, eying her exposed breasts.  But the tug of metal on his hind-legs is what makes him snap to awareness.  His hind-legs bound tight to the floor.  His forelegs chained but given some slack, though the paws bound in some sort of closed glove to keep him from using his fingers.  He snarls and turns, tail lashing as he watches the water slowly fill the base of the glass cage.  Turning to the metal cuff his foot he takes a deep breath, closing eyes as he blasts a gout of fire upon the binding.  The metal quickly growing red hot, steam pouring off it, but not giving.  The steady water soon cooling it as quickly as he can try to melt the metal, panting in the hot steam that fills his strange trap.

The sounds of a muffled shout end his own struggle.  Peering back to watch the fellow victim fight and struggle.  He looks her over, peering up with a shudder.  A massive blade above her head, a cord leading over... he can faintly see something in the water above him, some sort of release in the hourglass he's in.  He twists and tugs, straining his ankles but finding no relief.  The warm water making his lap flush as he bites his lip.  Taking deep breaths to try and relax, as the water lazily crested up his hips.  Feeling an arousal slipping from his hips as he watches the helpless girl struggle, but his enjoyment of that sort of show might be higher if he wasn't in a similar predicament.  But the warmth of water and perhaps even the threat of drowning...

He shakes his head, struggling to not think of what will happen as he breathes in that warm water instead of air.  He's had more than one close encounter with drowning before, and his heart races with the thought of death being so close.  Slowly his daydream is broken by the kissing of water against his snout, the water rising quicker as the hourglass tapers off.  Forced to stand up on hind legs, ashamed at revealing his arousal to the fox woman as he paws at the glass above him.  Shackled forehands unable to lift fully up to reach the air-holes, only a foot away from his nose.  The air cool, stroking his cheek as the water pours down his back.  Breathing quickly, savoring what air he can.  The steady brush of water down his back reminding him he'll be drowning soon more then he'd like.

He can't help but stare at the struggling vulpine creature before him.  He'd think she's rather pretty, but the sight of her nude, bound body in that obscene pose adds a strange mix of lust and shame to this situation.  His arousal stiff in the water as he stares.  A little part of him wishes he could see behind her, even as he tugs and clanks the chains holding his forearms.  He savors his breaths, knowing they will likely be his last.  The thought of dying making him tremble, strangely arousing.  But not as much as knowing he's soon to witness an execution.  Watching the vixen peer back at him, the two watching each other silently as the water kisses up his neck

As the warm water starts to stroke his face he can hear the vixen's loud cries for help.  Her body beginning to struggle fiercely.  His head forced upwards as the water raises quickly.  Seeing her time is soon at an end.  And so will his.  He jerks his limbs, muscles rippling powerfully in his little frame.  Clanking and rattling as he tries to fight one last time.  Her screams cut off as water fills his ears.  He takes a long, deep breath.  Wishing the world goodbye as he feels himself stuck firm.  And with a furious blush and guilty conscious he lowers his head, watching the vixen's fate to be carried out.

His arousal grows aching stiff as he holds his breath, the warm water so close for breathing.  The sight of the poor vixen is a little blurred in the crystal water.  But the scene is more then clear enough.  Her mouth opens wide.  The blade drops.  He shudders as it cleanly sinks into the frame of the device.  Her head casually sinks into the basket below.  Her life over even as her body spasms and ripples in front of him.  Blood pooling, dark and fatal into a basin beneath the guillotine frame.  His arousal aching and heart pounding in his chest, clenching his eyes.  The sight of her death all he can think of as his lungs begin to ache for the cold air out of his reach.

He tosses his head, eyes clenching tighter as he feels that burning need grow.  His loins tingling as he trembles.  Tossing and shaking as he feels that water begging to be swallowed.  To fill his lungs and seal his fate.  Finally it's too much.  An explosion of air, bubbles quickly racing away.  The warm water flooding his lungs.  He instinctively coughs, a few more bubbles fluttering away.  Trapped between the instinct to exhale the water in his lungs and inhale the water around him.  Finally he begins to just pant in the water, getting no oxygen.  His body tingling as he feels a dizziness spin in his head as asphyxiation begins to set in.

He breathes deeply and steadily, feeling the water flow smoothly.  Spots dancing in tunneling vision as death waits close by.  The pain in his lungs growing softer, fading as that dizzy warmth fills his body.  There's a hot spasm in his lap, faintly aware he's cumming into the water.  Staring confused at the ribbons of cum as his fading vision makes it hard to concentrate.  Limbs weak as he feels detached.  As if watching himself die from outside.  His tongue dangling from lips as his chest grows too weak to breath the heavier water.  His heart pounding, steadily racing as that blackness fills his consciousness.  His last thoughts a strange acknowledgement of how curiously erotic drowning felt, perhaps a wistful wish he could die again.

The dragon limply floats, chained down by the bindings.  His eyes still wide, head relaxed.  Tongue dark and swollen, cheek scales hinted blue with asphyxiation.  His arousal blatantly on display as the ropey cum sinks to the bottom of the death trap, hiding some of the obvious climax he had.  The drowned dragon's chest wide with his last lungful of water, as he's now just another display for some person's sick enjoyment.  The two trophies enjoyed by their mysterious captor for long long after...



