A most peculiar film


Harper gave a stretch on the luxurious bed and kicked her long kangaroo legs amidst the sheets.  God she felt so sore.  The last few days were a blur, and her neck had the worst crick she could remember.  What was it she was up to.  She was a little old for blackout parties these days, and her boyfriend wasn’t one for heavy drinking.


Speaking of boyfriends, a devious smile and glint of fangs and sharp yellow eyes greeted her, “Why hello my darling angel, I see you’ve returned to us once more from heaven.”


Harper giggled and ruffled the younger fox’s ears “oh goodness Johann, getting all poetic for old me?”


“Oh no, you actually went through with it this time, you usually lose memories from it too, but we made sure to get you a recording this time, unlike that first accident” The fox said as he brought up a little disk.  The bare fox was nude, strong, fit, and impressively, um, built.  He certainly wasn’t shy about that proud sheath between his legs.


The kangaroo tried to think about what it would be, then blushed and covered her face with hands, “I know we’d been doing some breath play, did we go too far?  Though I know you’d been teasing me of getting me to do a real hop...  Oh!  Oh!”


A flicker of memory of making appointments, reserving a space.  Who’d have thought there would be a waiting period for a gallows.  But I guess they want to make sure there was nothing sinister happening. Well, at least more sinister than wanting to be hanged to get your kicks off.


The day itself seemed to just be a haze and blur though.  But a thoughtful fox soon brought up the recording.  Oh, it was a pretty evening!  The sun setting on the wood of the gallows made a romantic touch, as she watched herself get her arms tied firmly behind her.


Johann pulled himself up and snuggled in against her back.  And began to gently pull her arms behind her.  Mock teasing her wrists in his hands, “You made the cutest noises when I cuffed you, you know.”


Harper tried to not imitate the little moany squirms she was making on screen.  But watching herself get littly nibbled whispers on screen and Johann’s nipping whiskery muzzle making little bites on her neck made it impossible to avoid.  “Mmmph, no wonder I stuck with you and your knotted desires.”


The fox shimmied himself down with kisses, eliciting giggles as the kangaroo watched the fox on screen do similar as he replied “Funny, as you’re the one taking the knots.”


She giggled as she asked,  “Is this all to help jar my memory?”  It was weird to watch yourself get your own knees and ankles bound.  And feel a horny fox snout teasing about one’s butt as he rubbed those areas in time to the recording.  “Maybe you can market this as Fox-D recordings, get a horny todd to molest you in sync to movies.”


Her tail curled over to give the fox’s hefty erection a little tease as she giggled and squirmed,  “Mmm, now, if you get out a rope for my neck I may have to march you up the gallows steps,” she joked as she wriggled to get the smaller fox closer against her plump bottom.  A Pair of hands did reach up to her neck, but they brushed with loving care.


The two watched the noose be fit with that fat knot against the left side of her muzzle. Slack being measured out as Harper bit her lip.  “Mmmph, so little slack, goodness I need to get hopping some more.”


“You do a very pretty hop here pretty soon.” the fox teased.


“Hmm, does the resurrection process burn calories, certainly seems like an amusing way to diet,” Harper gave her lover’s erection a little grind and tease, pushing her rump more against him to nestle and press with the shorter fox.


“I’m pretty sure we signed some paperwork that said this is not a diet process,” Johann winked as he gave the roo’s big hips a little squeeze.  Sliding a paw along the pouch of the older kangaroo as fingers traced the soft fur along it’s opening.


“Hmmm, maybe we should get some more gags and gentle bondage sometime, as long as you don’t go hooking me into a noose while I’m helpless,”  She shivered a little as the fox snuggled closer and brushed her hair and ears.  Certainly was getting made pretty helpless on screen, with her ankles and knees sporting handsomely thick straps and buckles.


“I do think next time we should skip the hood, but you did choose a lovely one.”  The fox rubbed his hand into her pouch and teased for the hidden nipples within with one hand.  The other hand petted more as the two watched a slender grey muzzle slide into snug shining leather.  Big socks for ears soon jutting up and folding back some as her ears were guided in and filled them out.


“Mmmph, I don’t remember a thing about this, it’s kinda weird... like watching a movie imitating yourself,”  The kangaroo said, fidgeting more as she felt her heavy cloaca get a little more slick against the fox’s hips.  Those teasing fingers certainly helped as they tickled over her lap.  But watching her head become a featureless, shiny black hood really made her hips fidget.  She could certainly watch that again sometime with a good vibrator.


“Oh god, I really did hang here, didn’t I...”  Her breath caught a bit, as she watched her fat body shiver and wriggle helpless on camera.  Breasts bobbing ever so faintly, as she strained for breath in the confining hood.  Memories of that dark tight embrace were gone, but she could only imagine the claustrophobic heat within.  Just tiny breathing holes for her nose between her and just smothering in that tight leather.


“Almost time now, look at how much you’re leaking my darling little hopper,”  Johann whispered as he gave a little bite right where the fat knot rested against the side of her neck on screen.


“Think I’m leaking just as much now, this is so surreal...”  Harper’s breaths were quick, shallow, opposite of her past self’s big deep breaths.  Obviously she was trying to calm her shaking body down.  Knees quivering on the trapdoor as her tail made a little taptaptap of rhythmic slaps with the tip of her tail.


Harper bit her lip as she felt a vulpine hand cup over her lap, tracing the edges of her thick feral folds.  A little whine as on screen, the fox walked so calmly to the release lever.  So secure and pleased and smug with himself.  Of course, he didn’t have a couple feet of slack and two hundred plus pounds of roo butt promising to break his neck in one swift tug.


“I hope I didn’t wai... AH!”  Her sentence cut short as her death sentence was carried out.  The trapdoor opened with a slap of wood.  A swift drop as her plump form fell beneath the trapdoor.  CREAK!  The rope made that lewdly sharp crack and creak when it pulled taut with her inertia.  She could see her head jump up! Under the trapdoor.  Then swing back and forth from the inertia of her body’s weight and the final jerk and kick of legs, helpless to stop her deadly drop.


“Ah, was... was that it... god, I just... popped.”  Harper said with a shivery bite of her lip.  There she was, dead and hanged, a few faint trembles escaping her once eager, lustful body.  Her round belly made a few final trembling clenches as her body succumbed to her broken spine.


“Oh, but that would be a little anticlimactic...”  Johann whispered in her ear.


Harper blushed and giggled as another camera angle showed up, much lower, maybe on one of the gallows legs.  This time it was obviously slowed so she could more appreciate what she went through.  She could see her legs tucked upwards as they found air beneath them.  Tail lowering to feel for the ground and try to break her impact.  Her breasts lifting as her head tucked downwards for that long slow moment as the slack of the rope gracefully straightened out.


There wasn’t sound, but the visual was all one needed to imagine them.  The rope digging in. Pulling her chin upwards from beneath.  The other end of the rope digging in lower on the other side of her neck.  Using all her weight like a lever to, oh god, she could see the way her spine pushed out against the side of her neck, clearly breaking in her fat throat.  The hollow crackling under one’s head must have been an intense, final sound to hear before it would all go black.


She squealed out as she shook under her lover’s fingers dancing on her folds.  Watching the way her breasts sagged down and then bounced from inertia.  Her huge legs snapping downwards.  The lewd stretching of her neck showing the ropes crease grow so deep she worried her head might pop right off.  Her feet had one kick to give, propelling her forward some, a mindless jerk of reflex as her body uselessly tried to cling to life and save herself.


And then the footage returned to normal as she flopped back and forth with a cheery little wobble.  A faint little twitching in her left foot and tail tip, perhaps a few twitches in hood covered ears.  Muscle misfires as her body caught up to the shock of her neck being broken by a rope and her own plump weight.


There was a trickle of urine escaping her gaping petals, her death too quick to orgasm from the rope.  But the current Harper was crooning and shaking.  Shuddering in her petite mort as she watched her ‘grande mort’ on screen.  Her body was slumped, peaceful, head all funny twisted and askew from her wrenched neck.  As she swayed to a lazy, lethargic spinning in her stillness at the end of her long rope.


“Ah, I’m sure if we had done the suspension hanging you’d have came just as hard from the rope.  Goodness you’re a squirter,”  Johann gave his lover’s neck a good bite! And wagged his tail to the squeals and wriggles this earned him from his oversensitive lover.


“But now we get to the fun part for me.   So let’s see about turning you around and laying you on your belly, facing the TV...” The fox asked with a gentle kiss.


She inquired curiously, but carefully turned herself around to lay down.  Tail curled aside as she felt the fox’s dribbly erection bump at her thighs.  A whisper above her, “just imagine you’re my pretty little corpse like on TV.  After your neck was given a good wringing by your true lover, the noose.”


She harrumphed even as she blushed and folded ears back, watching how she had been lowered down.  And indeed, her tail was lifted.  Body laid flat, head still all funny angled and floppy.  She could swear she heard a crackly rattling of bones in her neck as she was moved. No wonder she awoke with such a sore neck.


The heat between her dribbly petals was wonderful on the bed.  As she watched her corpse be mounted similarly.  “Ah, you... you!”  She would have made an infuriated sound.  But watching him lift her legs and spread them like a blow up doll was amusing and arousing in it’s wrongness.


An eager slapping and thrusting made slick sounds on the TV.  While Johann took his time to mount with more gentle care.  Hands reached around to hold her legs in a similar manner.  If much gentler in her current state, being careful and gentle unlike the fox in the throes of his lust on screen.


The two watched as drool and blood escaped the breathing holes in the roo’s hood, “Nnn, it was such a weird feeling fucking you then.  You were so warm and slick still.  But there’s something so wonderful about feeling you squirm and wriggle and respond to my touches here. WHen you’re dead it was just like fucking a weird, wet, slimy fucktoy.”


“Are, nnnf, you saying I’m weird, wet and slimy...?” The roo asked with feigned indignance.  


A bite to her ear and little grin as hot breaths tickled her lush hair answered her.  The fox’s heavy dark erection burying firmer as his hips made a nice jostle of her soft butt. “Well, you are certainly wet, and slippery, so I guess slimy counts too, and you’re certainly getting off to watching yourself be corpsefucked, so that probably makes all three then.”


Harper groaned and clutched the bed with her hands.  Damn it was true.  At a glance it might look like just one of those fake snuff films where you try to act as a corpse.  But then her head was so wrongly angled.  Her tail all limp, big roo feet just flopping and flailing. Her chest is not rising.  No squirms.  She was just... damnit, just a fat, wet, slimy fuckdoll made of meat on screen, like he said.


She felt a familiar clenching as she bit her lip.  Embarrassed as the little grunt and bite at her nape showed Johann certainly caught on to the shudders.  Her tail clinging tightly to the fox’s steady motions as she closed her eyes tightly and whined.


“And you wouldn’t make those adorable moans for me when you cum too suddenly, god I love those...”  He huffed in heated mumbles against the back of her neck.  Hands pulling her hips firmer to grind his knot against the plump bulge of her cloaca petals.  Pressing himself in before he blossomed too far to fit.


“NNnnf!  Gonna... nnnnf! Get you hanged sometime...” She grunted as she couldn’t help herself.  That huge fat knot and little slap of his balls tormented her just as perfectly as watching her corpse be fucked.  Certainly it seemed he got off quicker to dead Harper.  Plowing his knot in and crying out as he seeded her corpse.  Another recording moment she was going to need to get some time alone along with Mr Hitachi Wand sometime.


The wriggling shaking of her hips and the sight of him cumming into a dead roo butt seemed to be quite an aphrodisiac for the fox atop her.  Those hands tugging and trembling.  Then the pleased little grunt as his knot pushed and bulged and throbbed to full girth. Tightly spreading her feral sex around it as it made her clench and tug from the fullness within her lap.


A loud groan as that big knot stretched her nearly too far.  But the shuddering, shaking tug of her hips against his while he was locked so firmly to her was worth it.  Her orgasm faded, but the blissful afterglow was made so much better as she felt the sharp bites and rough jerks of Johann’s desperate climax behind her.


A lush shiver as she curled tail over his hips and gave a push back with her broad butt.  Pressing back as fox hips trembled and squirmed, Johann emptying his pleasure into her.  While on screen the fox had a little frantic moment, trying to untie from the dead roo momma.  A little grin on Harper as she watched, “well, it looks like past us still has the same problem we always do... was it weird being stuck to a corpse?”


The sight was pretty amusing.  As past Johann bit his lip and then sat down with a pissy lap locked to his own.  Her body was cooling slowly but surely as a few flies already buzzed about her muzzle.  The fox shaking and shivering some, perhaps the realization of what he did almost too much for him.  Tail frizzled in anxiousness as he squirmed and tried to tug himself free to no avail.


While Johann gave a little embarrassed whine as his orgasm faded to see his not so regal state on screen.  “Ack, I thought I asked them to edit that out,”  He mumbled with an embarrassed fold of his ears. 


“Aww, you look pretty concerned for me, that’s pretty sweet for the guy who just broke my neck and fucked my corpse,”  Harper added with a giggle, watching the fox give up pulling free and just awkwardly pet the dead roo he was stuck to by his own lustful knotting 


“Well, it’s uh, kinda freakier once the sex hormones run out, and the uh, fly there didn’t help.  But also, well, was rather worried something would go wrong, and you wouldn’t wake up like this,”  The fox said with a soft petting of the older kangaroo’s ears.  A careful lean over to get comfy with his knot locked firmly in throbbing place, as his erection filled her eager petals with his seed.


“Awww, that’s pretty sweet... but next time you do the big hop, and we’ll get you a cockring so I can ride your corpse, and we can see how handsome a tod can be.”  The roo turned back to wink, enjoying the frizzling blush on the trapped fox’s face.


“W... well, then, it sounds like a date...”