A Jay's Flight "Hey mom, I'm back, did ya mis.... hey, what happened to my XBox?" Jay found himself looking confused at a sudden influx of Lion Guard toys around the TV. Weirdest of all was the plasticy Lion Guard branded tarp thing out where the couch should be. A tall stool and some fuzzy toy on that instead of the usual living room setup. "Oh, we won't be needing that anymore, not with our new son to be," Jay's mom casually replied as she walked in from the kitchen, a sleek blue rope in her hands, "Your teacher called, it seems they had some issues with your test. Would you like to explain what you and Dave were doing to get those 100's, with exactly the same words and punctuation?" "OH! uhhuh, well, ya see," the young cat gulped, as he saw a new metal eyelet above what was definitely a tarp. That really tall stool set out by it had what were obviously padded handcuffs when he got closer. He ran his hands through his brown hair in thought, confused by all his old lion guard stuff set out too, Mom really wasn't going to… "Now that alone this would have been just a talking to, until I called Dave's mom and found out you spent the weekend over there instead of this supposed field trip that kept you from seeing your dear grandma," Mom said as she moved the stool under the hook, so casually opening the cuffs. She continued on as she reached up to put the rope through the eyelet. A cute little Lion Guard logo covered the knot itself, but the unmistakable loop of a noose was there, "So we decided to talk with your teacher as well. It seems you forged her signature on those permission slips as well, and we all decided you needed to be held back." "Wha, I'm supposed to be a freshman this fall, I can't go and be with all the little kids in middle school again" Jay whined, as he had a feeling of what was coming next. There was that suspiciously large, empty box in the garage he had passed by on the way in. One he had always heard rumours and stories about. "Oh, you'll be with the little kids again, right down to probably needing trainers again. I'm sure Grandma will love having a grandson she can hold once more though. And I sold your Xbox for the cost of sending you back," Mom stepped behind Jay, his striped tail frizzling up in fear as he suddenly loomed over him despite only being an inch or two taller. "But my Minecraft world with Dave!" "He won't need it either, I'm sure that hyena has already done his dance and is waiting to be picked up right now. You two can become friends again in preschool again, though this time we will make sure you won't listen to his stupid schemes," Mom added as she already pushed the fluffy cheetah spotted cuffs around wrists. The clack of metal ratcheting shut seemed to echo through the otherwise quiet room. "Besides, this isn't the first time we've had to send you back, not that you probably remember," she added with a little push. "You'll love it, we kept all your toys this time. I even had enough left over to get a cute little Kion onesie for you, just like you loved." "But I just grew out of baby stuff!" Jay whined as those wrists pinched. It hurt, and he wanted to run, but he suspected he'd have a much worse fate if he tried to fight his mom. The thought of his Dad finding out he hurt Mom sparked mental mental pictures of boxes of ground meat with his name on the label run through his head. If there would even be that much left, probably not even enough to make a hamburger! Mom's hands rested on his shoulder like stone weights, and guided him with an inexorable pressure towards the stool. She had a whole weekend to stew after all as she whispered ice in his ear, "And you'll enjoy them just as much again, I'm sure. The company provided everything we need and it's ready and waiting for you. We even kept your favorite little bed and plushies too, so when you're back you'll be all good for preschool this fall." Ulp! Sure enough, Jay looked over as mom pushed him closer to the stool. A big step had a lion guard logo, and Kion's grinning visage smiled up with a cheery message to 'hang tight, it'll be over soon'. That message was not reassuring at all. "C, can't I at least get a less kiddy theme for this?!" Jay felt his heart racing as his paws stepped up, the stool was kinda small too, maybe made for younger kids. The rope was all blue at least, but seemed maybe a little thin. It still looped around his neck all the same. The plastic noose cover scratched at his neck a little as he folded ears and whined, "d, don't I get a, another chance or something?" Of course, he knew other kids who got regressed. And even got to see a pic a friend snuck out of her older sister making funny motions in her rope that made him feel weirdly excited and get a stiffy. Couldn't there be an easier way to do this than hanging? He didn't wanna be another noisy little brat again. "This is your second chance, third really, and we talked it over all weekend too. If it was just one thing, I'm sure we could work it out, but all of this at once, with all the trouble you've been through all year. I know you think it's like a game, so just think that we're reverting you to an older save file. You've improved so much so far! This time for sure I bet." Mom gave the loose end a jerk that tugged at his neck and made him stand up more. And stand up in another way, as the subtle grip of smooth fabric around his neck had his pants bulging to his confusion. "But but, what about my clothes and stuff," he asked as he could only half see mom securing the rope for his weight. Checking her knot's handiwork above him, and awkwardly pressing her breasts against his lap. "Oh, your friends will be here in an hour or two, to root through your stuff. Well, not Dave, but they'll probably check out his stuff next knowing the little hellions you two hung out with. Some even offered tro bring some little cub toys they outgrew. Oh, you did remind me of one more thing..." Jay ulped! as mom's fingers undid his belt, and started to shimmy his pants right off him, "goodness these pants could use a washing, but can't have you ruining some good pants we just bought. I am pretty sure I know where the receipt is still." "MOM! 　I can't just hang in the living room in my undies when all my friends are going over!" Jay exclaimed, feeling self conscious about his erection in front of his mom. Already he felt pretty weird being half naked in front of her, let alone bound like this. "Be glad I'm making you strip like they suggest, but I'm sure you know what to do now. 　Just remember, do as Kion says and hang tight, it won't be that long," She added with enough menace Jay contemplated just pushing the stool over himself to get it over with. Jay pondered a reply to this, but mom's foot casually gave that tall stool a push, thus winning that argument. His feet clenched up and claws extended as he felt it slip away. HuhhGLK! A gasp of surprise is cut short as that little blue nylon rope dug into his throat, and he started to swing back and forth. A surreal moment as he turned on his noose to see dinner in the oven that he wouldn't be joining. Mom has stepped back a moment, already digging the various keys and wallet and coins from his pockets before walking off. A gurgly whiiine barely escaped Jay, the kitten's huge green eyes as the world swung with his wriggly motions. Kion's big smiling face and cheerful encouragement beneath him, with that same terrible 'hang tight' line mocking him beneath his feet as he kicked frantically at nothing in particular. The worst part though was his erection got even more intense and he couldn't adjust his underwear. A little too tight, a little too uncomfortable. And he will be showing it to his friends in an hour. He clenched his eyes and jerks his wrists, arms wiggling behind him and causing him to twirl in place get the rope to dig a deeper bite into his neck. He couldn't breathe, his head was pounding, and his throat ached with the sensation of his body doing it's best to make him look like a giraffe. His tongue felt so fat as he gagged, feeling a strange urge to swallow but unable to as drool poured from his lips. Already sparkles danced in his vision, and he recalled jokes about the gasper faeries coming for bad boys and girls who did the rope dance. Nnnnf! The worst part was it felt, so so familiar! Ah! He probably did hang and didn't even remember. And now all his friends were gonna see him dripping piss in his undies all over a Lion Guard tarp, hanged in a little kid noose. Not even a real rope for him. That darkness in the corners of his vision crashed like waves, rolling in and out as bright spots flared and flickered wildly in his vision. His head felt so heavy and so light at once, bulged and sagging like an old helium balloon. His whole body ached and his lungs were cramping. And nnngh! He could feel his erection flare his barbs, as images of that cute little mouse girl he had a crush on finding him dead in his messy undies flashed through his hypoxia addled brain. Oh god, what if she touches his... !!! Such a terrible thought to end on as his asphyxiating nightmare turned into the strangest wet dream he would could recall. Not that he would be dwelling on it for long as Jay slumped his head. Too heavy to hold as he shook from a sudden lightning bolt shudder of orgasm that rushed through his body. Dreaming of Sally running her fingers along his tent and giggling at his barbed little penis stiff and dead in his cummy, pissed in tightie whities. Mom came back after getting the laundry running, hearing the telltale drip onto a plastic tarp. plokplokplok. "Ah geez, he made quite a mess of those undies, maybe I should have stuffed him into a diaper like I thought," she mused as she grabbed the boy's ankles. A little frown at the feel of piss on the soft fur, staining his once pristine fur. She gave his ankles a firm, steady tug downwards and was rewarded with a quiet, hollow pop from the boy's neck. His paws jerked momentarily in reflex before he relaxed once more. Peaceful still and no longer moving. "Ah there we go. Hmmm, wonder if I have time to take him down before his friends arrive to loot his stuff, although, they might want to just get some pictures too. Plus, he should hang for a good hour even with a broken neck to ensure he's well good and gone to get regressed." The next day that infamous large box was put out out for pickup. A simple unmarked van coming by to gather the boy within with some measure of discreteness. On the other side of the driveway there was a smiling Kion stool and garbage bag of various toys, clothes, and other junk deemed unworthy for donation, waiting to be picked up by the garbage man on what was to be a perfect late spring morning. Mom looked on as she gathered the mail and glanced over to her husband once she was back inside, "You know, it sure is nice and quiet for now, want to try and make our new son a little brother or sister? We have a free week before he'll be back you know.. ."