A Long Gamble


“You know, I don’t get it. I’m pretty sure this has to be like, losing them money, right?” A muscular donkey asking a fat bunny beside him, both curiously looking over the instructions on the entrance to the stands. These had to have been the Snuff Faire’s biggest event so far.  Part game show, part gambling, the premise and explanation was simple enough to create plenty of drama.  It certainly had gotten popular enough to create a second gallows to fulfill the demand.


The instructions were simple enough.  Get naked and join the pool of prospective victims.  You’ll get a numbered tag to wear around your neck, to be chosen from a lottery.  Six people will be called up to fill the ‘chambers’ of the revolver, and many try to make a revolver stylized gallows for this, but this one was just six trapdoors in a row.  Attendants will fit the volunteers for a long drop execution, often with a hood to heighten the drama for them.  Once everyone is bound and noosed, one door will open, randomly chosen.  If you live, you earn your initial wager.  If you didn’t, well, maybe someone will buy you in the snuff auctions.  And then the choice is presented for the rest, do you stay up, and try to win your wager again.  Or do you leave, content in what you have earned so far.  After all, you only break even on the first round.  To really earn anything you need to go for second, third, or even higher runs.  The show runs in two hour increments, with a thirty minute break to give some intermission time for long runners.


Of course, it seemed easy money at first glance, as the bunny replied back, “Well, I’m not sure on the math for the house, but the odds of actually hanging are way more high then you think.  I mean, they get about six drops in an hour.  You likely won’t make it through the whole hour before, well.” The tanuki let the sentence drop like what would await the unlucky victim.


Of course, this didn’t stop either of the two from stripping out of their clothes right then and there to be able to buy their entry tickets.  A growing playful energy as the two walked over to the front row benches for prospective volunteers to wait.  Big and small, there was a curious mix of older and younger, male, female and between.  All just casually chatting while watching the many attendants set up the many ropes, cuffs, hoods and other supplies of all shapes and sizes needed for such a variety of prospective contestants.


The MC for this one was certainly eye catching, a lanky little mouse trans girl of white fur and long blue hair.  Wearing a pink leotard with white stockings and gloves that left pink hands and feet free in an imitation of a bunny suit.  Showing off her flat chest and blatant bulge of her heavy balls and sheath between graceful legs.  Her erection having made a wet spot and stains from precum in the silky pink fabric.  Certainly not leaving much to hide as she led with a playful flourish of long pink tail and wink.


“The break time is over and we’re here to see how many will earn their fortunes, and will leave with only a broken neck as a souvenir in the Western Roulette.  We’ll give a moment for the previous group’s members, if they’d like to come up and rejoin.”  


There was an expectant look over to the front of the stairs, but nobody came.  “Well, looks like everyone decided to take that lunch break as a time to take a breather.  So let’s call out some new numbers and see who’ll earn the big bucks, and who’ll earn the big drop.”


The crowd’s energy started to grow as the contestants awaited their turn like some sort of nudist retreat visiting the Price is RIght.  Although that show usually didn’t have you running up to your place on a big gallows while a half dozen attendants waited by the trapdoors. A big shelf of nooses, cuffs, gags and hoods WERE at the ready behind them and serving as backdrop.


The numbers began to be called out, displayed on a simple screen.  The first to be called up was a massively heavy bear, dark fur along his back and a creamy softness along his rotund belly and distinct gradient stripes between.  Big steps thumping on the stairs as everyone watched that huge belly jostle.  Certainly someone who wasn’t going to fall very far if his number was called.


Next up for the steps was a buff, muscular ram.  Proudly showing off gold caps on his curly horns and a jingling of dog tags.  Tail high as he jogged up, and nearly caught himself up to the bear’s huffing and puffing.  A little wink and blown kiss to the audience as he took his place high up on the stage.


The next number was called.  Again.  A third time before A tanuki made a tailfrazzle as he looked away from ram butt to his number, then back up to the display.  Embarrassedly shouting out, “oh oh! Me, sorry!”  The chubby fellow was not quite as huge in size or as fat as the bear, with a shy waddle to his walk.  Feeling pretty dwarfed when he knew he was going to stand besides that handsome hunk of a ram.  His pink stubby erection was already starting to peek out before he reached the stairs.  Seems someone was eager to have his big balls dropping through that trapdoor.


The next was a lanky, slender dragon with a very androgenous build.  Wide hips and long black hair with a slender snout, their hip swaying, smug strut and rainbow ribbon tied around the left horn merely added more questions to this.  The answer was fairly obvious with big scaled balls swaying to and fro between those graceful legs, not that this kept them from curling tail high to show off their butt all the way up the stairs.


A small, dainty grey tabby cat guy fluffed out immediately as his number was called.  Some cheers and jeers from his friends as he tapped fingers.  Nervously walked towards the many steps.  Looking up awestruck at the trapdoors and nearly tripping on the first steps.  The smallest male of them, the dainty little guy had to be encouraged by the attendants to pick up the pace a bit and not gawk for too long, they had a show to run.


The last one was an average looking folf. Not too muscular or overly lanky, but not really fat or anything.  Simple black fur and white tail and belly, he seemed slightly apprehensive, but he tried to not show it beneath his folded ears.  If it wasn’t for some red poking from his sheath, he’d look like he was just hustling to catch up to go to a show instead of going up and around the many steps to the gallows.  


The six walked up to the trapdoors that were waiting for each of them so they could get weighed out for what may come next.  Ankle cuffs were started on first, from a simple little cuff with a small chain for the kitten, to a massive heavy pair of linked iron bonds for the bear’s fat ankles. The designs were simple, spartan, for ease of use than any particular style.  They had a lot of ankles to cuff over the day of course, so usability beat aesthetics.  It seemed a bear was certainly getting fidgety on his big feet as he watched them put on.


There were the handcuffs to put on, as one would normally expect.  The little grey kitten’s tail lashed about as he got his cuffs.  Shyly watching the dragon besides him who stood so calm and relaxed.  Little kitty wiggling his fingers behind him and making little yips and whines at the tug of metal on cuffs.  Perhaps envious of the more stoic contestants beside him.  The six showing off their naked forms, certainly a sausage party for this round.  But these games of foolish luck and badly calculated odds tended to bring in more guys.


The tanuki blushed more as he opened his mouth for the squishy ballgag sized out for him.  They were measuring out his slack behind him, and he suspected he did not have to worry about falling for long if it was his trap door that opened.  Peeking up to see just a couple loops of rope added to the holder above.  Liking the way the smaller contestants looked with the more loops being carefully measured out above them, the ram getting an impressive number to break his strong neck.


With those big (and MASSIVE in case of the bear’s) nooses starting to get pulled around muzzles, the crowd grew more quiet.  Giggling at the way they all got more erect as their attendants fiddled and adjusted knots on the left side of chins.  Smooth stout coiled knots being placed to optimally jerk a head back and to the side, so the inertia of the rope’s sudden stop would crush and pull those overstretched vertebrae apart in one not so clean jerk.  A swift, violent ending for a foolish gambler’s fatal moment as everyone watched.


There were tests and talk, to ensure the heavy heavy bar above them would hold their weight when their rope caught them.  Especially with that fat bear’s, perhaps for once the many unflappable attendants were the ones more nervous.  As the others got their simple black canvas hoods pulled over them, a little extra support was added from the bar to support poles on the bear’s section.  Soon even the bear got his impressive dark hood over him, with just the ram instead getting a blindfold instead of dealing with his large horns.  That way they wouldn’t know immediately who it was who had been dropped to their death.


Or perhaps, they would swiftly find out on their way to their noose’s fatal embrace.  A brief moment to contemplate the life choices that brought them there to the weightless moment of freefall.  Before it ended in one swift violent motion.  Erection all lifted and presented in their dying thrashing spasms.  Of course these fools would get an erection before doing something so foolish.  Some Last minute checks, ensuring the ropes above would release cleanly and the nooses on the left side of everyone’s chin wouldn’t be caught in any way.


The crowd grew hushed, but not for any reverential purpose, but that low eager bloodlust to see who it was that would have their noose taken off from the ground below instead of standing safely on the tradoor.  The corpse to be dragged unceremoniously away as the others get to decide if they wish to press on, or risk joining those who were hanged on the auction floor.


Six tails, both big and small lashed as feet squirmed.  The view within was described as euphoric terror.  Dark, muffled, hot, the feeling of weight under your chin reminding you of what may come.  Even with just a blindfold, you were potentially seconds away from having your life ended.  The realization that even these modest sums of money may not be worth finding out what it feels to flop like a fish on the end of a hook for the crowd’s cheers.


There of course, was a show to run.  The slim little mouse showing off her bulged leotard as she pulled an exaggerated revolver trigger.  The display above showed a spinning revolver, as a cheesy canned sound effect played an exaggerated spin of a metal cylinder before clack! A cartoon hand slapped it in.  Then there was the bang! But not of a gunshot.  The staccato slap of wooden trapdoors slapping open to deposit one of the six to their fate.


The ram barely had time to stiffen, before his hooves slipped into the air.  A faint scrape for one moment on the wood adding another scratch to the wood.  His head poking down as his legs lifted, instinctually moving as if to try and land.  Good reflexes on him.  CRACK!  The whip snap of rope pulling taut cared little for his form.  His graceful muzzle jumped as if shot while his head twisted lewdly to the side.  Far more than one would comfortably be able to do so if it wasn’t for the inertia of several hundred pounds of ram pulling on his head and neck.  


The closest members of the crowd might even heart that hollow crackle of bones breaking. His neck visibly bulges as his spine is pulled to the side and pressed against his thick hide.  Certainly a clean, well executed neck snap to end the once proud, powerful male’s life.


Even with his crushed neck his inertia made him bounce a few inches like a doll tossed to the floor.  Big hooves jerked out with one final powerful kick, locked together with a clatter of chains.  Hooves briefly lifted up and legs tensed to cling to life, before slumping and making a playful jingle of chains in their trembling.  Hooves pointed groundward as they fluttered and shook for a short moment.  His powerful belly made little clenching motions as arms tugged and thrashed.  Rippling the muscles in his body briefly as his body instinctively shook, trying to cling to a life that had already been taken.  Broken neck unable to tell the rest of his body he was a corpse.


And just as suddenly his desperate, reflexive fight was over.  His heart was already stopped without the signal to keep it firing.  His brain will asphyxiate swiftly, without the steady flow of blood to keep him alive.  Not that his crushed throat would be able to support him.  A few faint little twitches of fingers and toes as he sags and swings with the last of his momentum.  His bladder begins to release with a lazy drizzle to the sands below as he twists slowly by his crushed neck.  A faintest hint of blood leaking from the corner of his muzzle around the gag.


A cheer! Erupts to this, as the others can only shake in their bindings!  Tails frizzled, bodies tense.  The tanuki’s knees wobbled, that slap of wood so close he could feel it through his toes.  Although a bear had an almost disappointed sounding moan as his hood was pulled off.  A huge ribbon of precum pouring from his erection as he looked down to see the handsome male who once stood beside him was now beneath the floor.  Taut rope making a lazy circling motion up to the gibbet bar above them.


The five would be given a moment to catch their breaths and soothe lashing tails, but left in bondage, as they were asked that important question they all knew would be coming.


“You made it through that one, do you want to go again?  Put your neck on the line, and see how far you can go before it ends up being your rope that’s pulled taut through an open trapdoor.  Piss your last all over the sand for the crowd to jeer at as you lose not only your prize money but your life with it.


You’d be surprised at how few ended up saying no to that...