	It's Showtime!

Saila blushed as he peeked on stage, looking over the growing audience that was waiting to see his dance.   The foon didn't expect to see quite this many, and the thought of stripping before them was kinda embarrassing.  Well, at least he could go out nude to start, it seemed less nervous then stripping in front of everyone for some odd reason.

The stool and awaiting rope dangling above it made it all moot.  After all, he's gonna do some things much more embarrassing and final than stripping naked. But he shrugged and started tugging off his shirt.  He will give em what they wanna see first.

Well, it'll be a bit until he gets to what they really want to see, they're here to see him dance on the end of his rope, not strip tease.  But he enjoyed the bit of play, peeking back at the nice black rope he will use to show off his fur better for the crowd.  And of course, the frilly outfit before him was there to best show off the mess he will make after his dance.  His tail lashing nervously as he imagines himself swinging helplessly and willingly.

Well, he had better stop fooling around and start getting to work.  He wiggled his shirt free first, showing off the heart-shape of blue fur on his chest.  His fur was otherwise plain, lush and thick on his lean frame.  Slowly he wriggled down his pants to show off the greedy tent bulging his underwear.  And he could tell he wasn't the only one bulging underwear at this moment.  A growing mood of arousal tinged with nervous anticipation from audience and performer alike.

He looked over the pile of clothes he had set out in front of him for a moment, pondering how to put on the various silky blue, white and purple parts of his girly outfit he will kill himself in.  He slid his underwear down finally, showing his blue erection to the crowd that was watching him intently.  It would be rather intimidating if it hadn't been so, well, fun.  Getting naked, and then playing dress up in front of a crowd, he could get used to this, if it wasn't going to be the last time he will do it.  Saila picked up the pile of clothes to sit on the stool and start dressing back up.  Stealing a glance at the rope above him that was awaiting his neck.

He works the stockings on first.  They are cutely blue like his markings.  His tail going wag behind him as he wiggled his toes into the silk.  They felt quite comfy, making him wish he'd have a few more times to wear them.  Lifting his stocking clad paws to the audience before they will be limp to give a nice show of his legs squirming into the snug fabric.

The foon is starting to drip some pre down his length as he slides the lacy purple panties up his stocking clad legs.  The darker color contrasting the skirt he will put on to make them show up better.  Not like the skirt will hide much anyways being so small.  The silk panties were thankfully elastic, to trap and show his arousal while keeping him covered.  They were a little tight, but he wouldn't be wearing them all day, just for the rest of his life.

Saila blushes more at those thoughts, and it's hard to not want to paw himself now, but that's not what the audience is here to see now, is it?  Let's see, we've got this skirt now to put on, matching his stockings, although it doesn't seem like it's much more material then the panties he just put on.  Standing up as he tightened the black belt for the skirt around his hips.  Wriggling that fluffy tail through to shake his butt and see how it fits.  Probably would flash panty shots just by walking around.  Let alone being suspended a few feet up on a stage already a few feet up.  But he does like how cute his tent showed in it, lifting the front just enough.

It was looking like it was almost time for the show proper.  Pulling on the blouse finally, just simple and white to match his coloration theme some more.  Of course, he was going to be adding some other, messier colors to these clothes in just a few minutes.  Squirming a little at the tenseness in his lap, giggling at the thought of a nervous need to use the restroom.  No more worries about that soon enough, making him smile as he took his time to button up the blouse.  Ensuring it would show off his lean tummy, even a hint of the curves of his lap  peeking above the skirt.

He poses a little as he walked towards the stool in doing so.  Picking up the last part of his outfit, a very broad ribbon with bright pinks to add to the schoolgirl look.  Giving his tush a shake to the audience as he stood up onto the stool.  Nuzzling the dark rope and feeling it's smoothness on his cheeks and neck.  And ensuring it's the right height.  He doesn't want to adjust anything now, this far into the show.

Thankfully it is all still just right as he planned.  He swayed his rump towards the audience as he worked the ribbon around his wrists just as he practiced.  He used his fingers to tug and loop the soft fabric, and cinched them together to pinch the rough knot together.  Making sure he kept his tail lifted and butt swaying to ensure the show wouldn't get too boring for the audience.  It was anything but boring for him, his heart pounding as he seals his fate with a big bow tie ribbon to trap his hands behind him.  It wasn't the best knot, but it should hold just long enough.

Testing the knot with a jerk he shivered and tried to not squirm too much.  He was all but ready now.  Turning about on his stool to face the audience now.  He had one more knot to get settled into.  Nuzzling and kissing the noose, a little mock make out with the rope before he nuzzled his muzzle slowly through it.  Standing up on tippy-toes to get those last inches to wriggle his cheeks into the loop.  His ears flick as the noose brushed them, sliding the heavy knot between them.  Then he lowers his head and settled his feet when the loop felt in place, a soft groan as the noose gently pinches his throat.  Perfectly settled about his head, ready to lovingly support him for his show.

His knees wobbled a little, shaking as his heart pounded in his head and chest while the noose subtly squeezed his throat.  Pinching and spiking the fur about it as the thick rope embraced him.  There was nothing to worry about anymore, everything from now on will just come naturally.  He just has to enjoy it.  The doomed foon closing his eyes and blowing a kiss towards the audience.  It's time to dance.

His feet kicked, firm and powerful to send the stool clattering away.  He heard the sharp creak of rope catching him.  The noose clamped shut, a potent squeeze about his neck as his feet jerked in shock from the rough pinches.  Then he relaxed as he feels himself hang, fully exposed before the crowd.  Swinging softly back and forth as had fantasized so many times before.  A helpless and doomed male, and with an audience to watch his death throes.

He nearly squirted right then and there, legs dreamily kicking here and there to feel for anything to rest on.  It hurt, but it was soothing in it's own way.  He knows it won't hurt for that much longer.  Just a little pain to spice the pleasure as his pedal and paddle at the air.  Twisting his lithe form and showing off his girly figure and not so girly bulge in his panties.  Ugh, he had never been so drippy before, just oozing pre messily as his knot bulged.  Feeling it soak into the panties and darken them for the crowd to see.

His tongue felt so thick as the noose's compression pushed it past his lips.  His head pounded, and his lungs ached as little spots danced in his vision of the crowd that swayed before him.  He felt so ironically alive in these final moments.  But that will pass soon enough.  For now he just savored that burning tautness in his lap.  Each kick as his struggles tightened his noose.  The ache of life slowly was slowly ebbing away as his cheeks grew puffy.  Body desperate to keep him alive as he strangled himself for a crowd with a rope.  He could feel his knot bulging, aching with lust still.

Saila can't hold back as his vision faded, black spots growing more numerous as his vision tunneled.  He jerked and kicked his feet as he tries to thrust in the air.  His arousal spurting his seed as his toes curled and tensed beneath him.  He can feel himself slipping away as that euphoric pleasure washed away the pain.  His head slips forward some as he lifted his legs.  He can see a few globs of seed oozing through silk of panties and skirt as more dripped into his stockings.  Wanting to hold on as he tensed his whole body.  But his heart beat so frantically with the dead air in his lungs, his brain succumbing to the lack of air and blood reaching it now.  The noose holding him lovingly as it strangles him so well.

The foon drools onto his blouse as his eyes flickered and legs relaxed again.  No longer able to even lift his head.  He felt so slack and disconnected.  Blissfully so.  The calm before it all ends.  He wriggled his toes, enjoying the final motions he will do, savoring the afterglow and satisfaction of what will come.  Then that blackness claims him.  His body sags further into the noose's embrace.  Faint, fitful twitches from the dying male as he fell unconscious.  

For some, the best parts of the show end with his climax and perhaps his falling unconscious.  But for others, they will watch closer, eying his tail as it twitches with his toes.  Looking for the clues that show the limp dancer has passed on from this world.  It will take a few more moments.  But those watching him know what to see.  The flicker fading from his half open eyes.  The supple little jerks of asphyxiation and cramping muscles to stop.  The foon's heart stilling in his chest.  Finally he soon emptied his bladder as his muscles relaxed.  No more life in them as that stream trickled down his thighs, dark ribbons in blue silk showing the mess he was making as he expired.

Saila makes a bigger mess than just emptying his bladder of course, but it was less evident.  Soiling his once pristine panties as his body relaxed fully with death.  Trapped in his panties to be shown on display, an embarrassing reminder of his death for the once pretty fox-raccoon.  But he didn't have to worry about embarrassment anymore.  Just a messy pile of meat on display, all fat tongued and blue in lips and tongue.  His purple eyes were bulged and bloodshot, gazing at the ground blindly beneath him and the mess he was making of the stage.  Or perhaps at his erection, still stiff and filling his panties lewdly even in death.  What naughty things he was up to with the angels only he would know.
  
The crowd applauds politely as the show ended in a mess, but delightfully so for some.  The rope slowly turned to show off his soiled form, leaving him there as the crowds mingled and relaxed.  An intermission to let emotions relax and die down, so they can be built up again, when another volunteer takes the stage.  Who knows what interesting things they will reveal.  But for now he will be the star of the stage.
