A ‘Bold Bargain Before her was a beautiful summer day. The simple hotel room kept cool as the sun baked the world outside the window. A feathery kobold took in the scene of people starting their day. While her own day was going to end almost as soon as it started. An ominous loop of rope waited patiently for her to try once more to fulfill her end of the dark bargain she signed herself to. The fair kobold spent the night thrashing about her bed. Her body twisting, breaking, reshaped by powerful foul magics of her selfish wish. The bird-like demon prince enjoyed her struggles as the once elderly male turned into a sweet little kobold girl. Her body is perfectly shaped and feminine, breasts firm and youthful. A nubile darling, only to enjoy a single morning and final breakfast before she was to hang herself in front of a window in the vast hotel. Being so far up it was likely no one will even see what she’s doing in the open. Her breakfast was exquisite and lavish. Bacon sprinkled over a french omelet. Fine cheeses and fruit. All the sausage she could eat. She ate with a ravished hunger of a body twisted nearly inside and out by devastating magics. For a brief moment she felt almost good. That mood was as short lived as her breakfast. Lost on the wooden floor of the room as her body quaked in fear from her first attempt at putting the noose on. A sudden, horribly lurching that caught her frantically pulling the rope off before she fainted. Heaving over the rope and stumbling off the tall stool provided by that smug bastard of an overgrown bluebird. Getting it all over the rope, stool and herself as her brain quaked in fear of death and sent her fleeing from the room. A cackling chorus of laughter as he watched her escape. Bile and bits of breakfast splashed down that shapely belly and perky breasts in a mockery of the rose petals splashed along from the bathroom to the main room. Ruining the careful care she had taken putting her makeup on that morning. It was her first and only day to be a woman and it would be the hardest day she will ever have. She struggled to even reach the bathroom before her stomach heaved again, awkward digitigrade legs and huge tail flopping around. Knocking over some of the small candles, incense, and flowers laid out as a path from the bathroom to the noose the demon had set up. She huddled into the shower to wash that slimy vomit off her scales and feathers. Makeup running down as the heat washed over her body huddled in the corner of the shower. The worst part was the cheerful hum of her patron smugly cleaning up her mess. Getting a rise out of the frantic cognitive dissonance between trying to hang herself and the billion years of evolution screaming at her to keep living. For a long while she just sat and soaked. Heat washing her clean and washing the fear from her. She was going to die anyway. What’s the difference between dying now? She suspected there would be a much more terrifying fate if she tried to step out now. Instead she stepped out of the shower sopping wet. Feathers ruffled and her makeup washed clean. Looking herself over in the mirror with a frustrated humph. Fine, she would just go to hell hungry and unadorned; just like how she came into this world. Thoughts of her body’s horrible contortions during the night flashed through her mind. Soon she would be doing something very similar at the end of a rope. Leaving the world like she came in indeed, frantically struggling to the very end. She emerged from the bathroom to see that huge blue vulture demon casually mopping the wooden floor clean once more. His skull-like visage cheerfully smug about the fate of his play thing. “I see you’re back my lovely little caged bird. Don’t think you can get out of it that easily, but your discretion has highly amused me. Just don’t think you can escape by stalling, or you will soon be begging for something as simple as a noose.” The flickers of ghost flames about the beast spoke highly of what an angry Lord of Change could do to her. But for now his mood was jovial, a lovely little drama playing out in front of him. His massive erection twitched and drooled, the serpent that formed the impressive penis gave her a wink. Ugh, even his dick was a lech, what she got for making promises to demons in the throes of a drunken mid-life crisis. Rose grit her teeth and waited for her master to put the stool back. A large roll of paper towels and a heavy trash can stood nearby. Already in place for cleaning up any final messes. And likely to casually dump a corpse into once he’s had his fill. The rope swung lazily in front of another scorching summer day. Birds chirping and the rhythmic thrumming of the nearby traffic. Rose pondered if her dying thrashes may even cause a crash. Assuming anyone bothered to look up this high to see her colorful body on display in front of a window. She took a huge breath and then stood herself back up the stool. It was a pretty sight to behold. 40 stories up. And now a couple feet higher off the floor. Her long claws clicking again as she stands on the stool. The smooth rope bumping at her long muzzle, having been lovingly cleaned. But a whiff of her acrid bile still clung to the smooth fabric. The kobold nuzzled again and examined the small knot. A half dozen twists of some slender nylon rope. Pulled taut and secured just as gracefully to the hook above. She wondered whom it may have been to first invent a noose. A kinky fucker to have put it around someone’s neck purposefully. This one was pulled very snugly, with perfect coils and a tiny finger of rope poking out the top of the knot. She certainly wouldn't be the last to end her life in a noose. Clever guy or gal, whoever figured out this knot.. Such a simple knot is all it will take to fulfill her bargain and suffer for her master’s joy. She won’t even be the last to take such a cruel deal. Though most at least bought more than a morning of pleasures, turning their skills or talents into months or years of bliss. But in the end each volunteer would pay for their gifts in death. Her feathery crests flicked nervously as she guided the fabric around her head. Getting it over those awkward large ears and crest with careful solemness. She could just see her reflection in the window. Wide hipped. Perky breasts. Stiff nipples. A hint of dampness between her legs from that strangely wide animal slit. The sight of her still bringing lust to her folds even in this helpless situation. She was soon to die as a very pretty woman. And hundreds of other sick minded people were going to masturbate to her frantic gurgling of a life ending. Perhaps in a way this would be an immortality far greater than anything a dead end fat nerd of a retail manager could ever dream to accomplish. Indeed, she had been one of those perverted monsters jerking it to a pretty lass’s final kicks on camera. At least she was going to leave one hell of a pretty corpse. A pity she wouldn't have time to enjoy her femininity longer. Rubbing unfamiliar hands over her wide hips and the firm full breasts she now had. Biting her lips as she put one foot in the air. Just seeing how she looked with her noose ready to support her. The world focused down to just the rope around her throat and the stool one foot still stood upon. Nothing else in the world mattered anymore to her. She put her foot back and took a big breath. This time she felt a strange calmness. She was ready. It was all about to end. No more taxes. No more going to the bathroom. No more pain. And no more summer days and the cheerful sound of a busy city below. At least she wouldn’t be vomiting on herself any more in hungover dazed mornings, woken up by the need to work. Perhaps one shouldn’t take drunken deals from horny demons at parties. Offered a chance to fulfill a dream for a moment and then pay the ultimate price. No wonder he accepted the offer when she suggested it to his ear. Now she was putting her foot in the air and shifting her weight slowly. Feeling the grip of a rope ready to hold her by her throat with love and care for her final moments. Her toes pushed the stool on one side and felt it rock onto two legs. Then letting it settle again. *clack* The sound of the stool landing once more sent a shiver up the kobold’s spine. She’s going to hear that sound one more time. Her heart pounded in her head as her vision swam. Breathing racing as she tilted the stool to one side again. Feeling a strange quiver in her lap as her toes clenched tight. Taking a deep swallow as she stood and tilted the stool to the very edge. Feeling the center of balance under her with the chair half pushed over. Just a little further is all it would take. All she had to do was… … let herself go. The stool fell over with a sharp clatter to the floor. The rope made a harsh creaking as her weight pulled sharply upon it. Her feet swung for the stool but found nothing but air. And an intense pressure yanked her throat. All her weight felt centered entirely upon the knot shoved into the side of her neck. She could feel it through her neck. A pressure in her throat that made her instinctively gag. The painful pull of her spine from her skull as she strangled herself. Her tail made loud slapping sounds. Cracking the stool as Rose felt the world fade a pinprick. Her mouth opened to scream but only a gurgling cough escaped. Her hands clawed her throat to try and dig some of that pressure out, but unable to find an inch of slack to catch. Claws dug at soft scales and soon hot blood dribbled down the rope and over her breasts. Her tail slamming into the stool and cracking wood as her body fought with all her monstrous strength. Her massive claws flailed uselessly at the air. That awkwardly large tail shoving the stool further away. NNngh, fuck, it hurt! Like a giant was trying to pull her head off. A description not too far from what was happening to her as she pulled that rope ever tighter with each kick of her long legs. Eyes watering and tears streaming down her cheeks. Drool dribbled coldly as spots of white flickered and danced like fireflies in her vision. The room turned gray as darkness engulfed the outer corner of her sight. The sudden sinking feeling of fading consciousness as she bit her lips and tongue to draw dribbles of blood. Bringing her up to the surface only briefly. Rose desperately wanted to swallow that bump of her crushed trachea and was unable to do nothing but flutter like an insect in a trap. While between her thighs a frantic aching begged for a release she’ll never get. So much for a romantic final moment. Instead her eyes bulged bloodshot and blind as Rose’s tongue swelled up in her mouth. Arms and legs growing heavy, leaden, as she flopped. Her head bobbed once, darkness pulling on her with the inexorable grip of asphyxiation. The room spun in a twirling dance of sparks and blackness. She could still hear that smug ass vulture casually fondling themself and savoring every detail of her final moments. Even his big breaths felt like taunting her strangling, choking fate. Shit. That was the last thing she would lucidly realize. The annoying rise and fall of huge demon tits as they sucked in cool hotel air and casually fondled themselves as if watching some porno on the hotel TV. The kobold’s nubile body sagged. Her arms half lifted with wrists curled. One eye slightly open and staring at nothing as legs gave a few weak, flopping kicks. Swinging ever so gracefully from the momentum of the rope. Head twisted awkwardly. A long ribbon of dew dribbled onto the floor and thighs. Her body looked so strangely askew and broken as she jiggled in mindless reflexes. Never one to even climax one final time as she shimmied aimlessly from the creaking rope. The girl was dead, but it would take some time to finalize it. Maybe if she was taken down right now she’d only have a little brain damage. But that wasn’t in the cards and they both knew that. Her heart ached and cramped within her chest. Her brain bulged as it strained to cling to life, but found no more air and blood to keep itself powered. A sudden powerful ripple makes her body flop with the short circuit of a seizure. Brain burnt out without oxygen to fuel itself. Misfiring signals crossed her ankles and brought her bent wrists to her chest as if to pray forgiveness for the sins she committed in this foul dance. Piss drooling all over the floor in lazy dribbles as muscles gave out. Her hands slid down her limp, relaxed belly that bulged with her muscle tone relaxed. Her half open eye was dark and drying, unmoving. A huge crescent of pupil visible in her half closed eyelids. Tears and drool dripped down her slender snout, bare and exposed and no more. The sun played on her iridescent feathers and polished scales, never to move and dance once more. Just a broken toy to be thrown out. And a demon enjoys nothing more than breaking their toys. This one was sure to be a popular show. A wish fully served if he was any judge. After all, all desires must be paid in full. And he’s sure this will fuel even more desires to flirt with a loop of rope in promise for one’s most deviant desires being fulfilled.