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I know, right? I do still actually write stuff!\n\nClara has decided she's going to end her life, hanging herself in the woods near the park. She records her last moments, requesting they be uploaded to 'D' forum. But afterwards, someone finds her. Someone also looking to end his life. So he decides to have a little fun with her first. It's not like she's going to mind.\n\n- - - - -\n\nA massive thank you to my top tier subscribers:\nSedyna | [fa]jafferroshak[/fa] | RoleplayCentral | [fa]akinkyyfox[/fa]\n\nIf you would like early access to my stories, weekly previews and updates, access to my private discord, chance to have your character become part of the lore, and other bonus content, please consider subscribing to my [url=https://subscribestar.adult/xp_author]SubscribeStar[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "NEW STORY!? I know, right? I do still actually write stuff!

Clara has decided she's going to end her life, hanging herself in the woods near the park. She records her last moments, requesting they be uploaded to 'D' forum. But afterwards, someone finds her. Someone also looking to end his life. So he decides to have a little fun with her first. It's not like she's going to mind.

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If you would like early access to my stories, weekly previews and updates, access to my private discord, chance to have your character become part of the lore, and other bonus content, please consider subscribing to my SubscribeStar", "writing": "[center][b][u]Coffee Break Story[/u][/b][/center]\n[center][b]Walk in the Park[/b][/center]\n[center]By XP Author[/center]\n\nThe squirrel finished tying the knot in the thin cord. She gave the dangling part a hard tug, nodding as both it and the thick branch were secure. She made her way back down the tree easily, then turned to look at her handiwork, her large tail flicking a little behind her with nervous excitement. \"I guess this is it...\" It was really happening. She was really doing this. There was only a few things left to do. She pulled her phone out and set it against the base of another tree, adjusting it a little so the camera could get a view of the cord and a bit below it. With that done, all that was left was to get herself ready.\n\nShe pulled her shirt off, folding it neatly and setting it on the ground beside her phone. The nipples on her small tits were hard, only partially due to the chill dawn air in the wooded area of the park. She had picked this spot because it was off of the walking trail, but no so far that someone wouldn't eventually find it. Her pants were next, also folded neatly with the shirt. Her legs were thin, much like the rest of her. She wasn't so thin that someone might think she was sickly, but she hated it about herself. She hated almost everything about herself. She was too thin, too short, too boring. Her fur was too normal, so she dyed it blue. Her hair was the same, so she dyed it green. Her eyes were just brown, so she wore pink contacts. But she couldn't change the rest. Not easily. Barely over 5 feet tall, and there was no changing that. Her tits were so small, she never bothered with a bra. In fact, she could sometimes get mistaken for a man. Sliding her panties off and exposing her slit would make sure whoever found her would make that mistake.\n\nThe squirrel took a deep breath and started her phone recording, then took a step back. \"Hello. My name is Clara Maria Colosala. ClearClose for people on 'D' forums. If you know you know.\" She winks at the camera. \"Uh... I'm 22 years old. College dropout... high school dropout, too.\" Her tail twitched a little nervously as she took a deep breath again. \"I... What I'm going to do is my own choice. I do this of my own free will. No one is forcing me. There is no one else here...\" She let out an awkward chuckle. \"I'd have to know someone for anyone to be here.\" She cleared her throat. \"If... whoever finds my body watches this and... cares at all... don't worry about telling any next of kin. My parents wouldn't care, anyway. Hell, they'd probably be pissed off you're bothering them to tell them about me, of all people. But if you could post this video to 'D' forum for me... if you know it. B-but don't worry if you don't... I'm sure someone will...\"\n\nShe took a few steps back, climbing onto a wooden kitchen chair she brought with her. She set it up just under where she hung the thin cable. The dangling end was tied into a noose, which she slips over her head, tightening it a little around her neck. \"My life was... pretty useless. So, I hope that my death is at least is fun to watch... If it's the only thing that I ever did right, then... I can rest happy.\" She took a deep breath, and was about to lift her foot, but paused. \"Oh. If the person who found me is watching this... I'm sorry about the mess I'm sure I'm about to make. I... just wanted to make sure.\" She smiled at the camera.\n\nShe took another deep breath, lifting her foot and pressing it against the chair's backrest. Her fluffy tail twitched nervously as she took a few last moments to ready herself. Then she shoved her foot out, kicking the chair out from under her. She fell a few inches before the cord snapped tight, biting into her neck as the noose closed. Her hands immediately flew up to her throat, trying to grip at the wire. The rational part of her mind knew it was pointless. She picked this particular kind of thin, metal cord because she knew there was no way to pull it away once it snapped shut like this. But she still couldn't stop her instincts, fingers trying to scramble at the wire as it crushed her throat. She knew it was going to hurt, but she didn't know it would hurt this much.\n\nShe kicked her legs as she started to swing back and forth. Her fluffy tail was no longer twitching, but thrashing behind her as she swayed about. Her mouth opened to let out a scream, but nothing came from her, not even a choked sound. Though she wasn't calling for help. No one would come to help her, and she didn't really want anyone to. Her lungs started to burn, like she had swallowed smoldering coal. Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest she could swear it was trying to batter her ribs open and escape. Her arms started to shiver as she stared at the phone with bloodshot eyes. She still tried to scramble at the cord, her little claws scratching at her own neck as her legs kicked and flailed.\n\nThere was a second reason she picked the thin cord as her noose of choice. As she swung back and forth, it bit deeper into her flesh. Blood started to drool down her, though not enough to bleed out before she strangled. The pain grew worse as it slowly tore at her flesh, like it was also on fire. Her long ears twitched, but she couldn't hear anything but the blood rushing in her head, and a faint ringing that drowned out all other sounds, even the tree branch creaking above her. Though she could hear her heart, thudding hard and fast inside of her, trying desperately to push blood to her brain, to keep circulating what little oxygen it had left. Her muscles ached worse than after any kind of exercise she had ever done.\n\nBlack spots started to dominate her vision, her eyes looking not at the phone anymore, instead looking at nothing as she couldn't see anything. Tears slowly ran from her eyes as she clenched her jaw tight, trying to keep struggling. But the fatigue was overwhelming. Her muscles wouldn't listen to her anymore. Her tail still thrashed, her legs kicked, her fingers tried to pull at the cord, but it was all sluggish. The thudding in her brain was too much, a growing pressure, as if her skull were going to explode. She couldn't fight it anymore.\n\nHer arms fell away, too heavy to lift anymore. Her legs tried to kick, but only twitched and trembled. Her tail hung limp. Her teary eyes grew half-lidded as her vision failed her entirely. She still swayed slowly, but it felt like being rocked to sleep. She couldn't fight the sleep. Her heart was still trying to pound away, but the wild beating kept slowing down more and more. She felt a pleasant warmth washing over her. She knew the warmth well. Her body gave in to the pain. She always gave into the pain. She was only dimly aware of her body cumming from it. She was sure her pussy was squirting. It usually did. That or she was pissing herself. She didn't have the awareness to care anymore.\n\nShe fully gave herself over to the warmth, fading away into the darkness clutching at her mind, letting it take what was left of her away. Her heart beat only a few more feeble thuds before it also grew still. Blood still drooled down her body as the wire continued to tighten around her neck, but she no longer felt anything. She died alone in the woods, slowly swaying from the branch. Her phone continued to record her hanging there, until it hit the limit at 30 minutes and stopped the recording, the screen turning off a few minutes after that.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nPete stepped off of the walk way and into the wooded part of the park. There were too many joggers around on the path itself. The 19 year old wolf pulled the hood of his black hoodie a little tighter around his head before stuffing his hands back in the front pocket. His fingers wrapped around the revolver tucked in the pocket. He stole it from his father's unlocked gun safe. He knew his old man would be more angry that he stole the gun than what he planned to use it for. Joke was on his dad. He couldn't get beat if he was dead.\n\nHe walked further into the woods. Just as he was pretty sure this was far enough that no one was going to randomly come past and see him, he saw something in the distance. Something blue and red. It looked too small to be some kind of camping tent, and it was moving slightly from side to side. Could be someone's backpack, or something like a tarp or picnic blanket that got blown away and stuck in a tree. He frowned, deciding to go see what it was. This was already the third place he went to look for some privacy to blow his brains out. He couldn't do it at home, since his dad would be coming home early, and the usually abandoned pavilions in the park had some high school kids smoking weed in them. His only other option would be finding one of those abandoned lots downtown, but he just knew there would be some homeless fucker in there.\n\nAs he stepped closer, he saw it definitely wasn't a tarp or backpack hanging from the tree. \"Holy shit...\" He stopped to stare at the naked body of Clara. She hung limp, slowly swaying. The thin cord she used to hang herself had cut into her neck, blood running down her thin body and soaking into her fur. He saw the chair she kicked over laying on the ground beside her. He tentatively reached out and touched her arm. She wasn't completely cold, but she wasn't warm to the touch, either. He stepped back, looking at the thin, pretty, very dead girl. \"Well, fuck. Can't even find a place to kill myself before someone else beats me to it...\" Though if she had been here for a bit and he was the first person to find her, then it was probably secluded enough.\n\nHe looked around, spotting her clothes neatly folded on the ground. Beside it, a phone was propped against the base of a tree. He reached down and picked up the phone. When he tapped the screen, it came on. There was no lock screen, so it immediately opened to the recording app. At the bottom, there was the thumbnail for the last video, the woman standing naked in the forest. Must have been before she hanged herself. Probably her suicide note. He swore that he probably should have made one of those. He started the video. \"Hello. My name is Clara Maria Colosala.\" He watched her final message, feeling a pang of sadness in his heart. The way she spoke about having no one, even family. He understood it all too well.\n\nHe continued to watch as she got herself into the noose and kicked the chair away. She was really struggling as she started to kick and flail around. The look on her face was an odd one. Pained, afraid, but almost like she was enjoying it at the same time. He saw her pussy start to leak as she kicked about. It wasn't like she was pissing herself. It looked more like she was cumming. At least, that's what it usually looked like in the porn he watched. He didn't think that's how it actually worked in real life. As she started to go limp, she did piss herself, so she had to have cum before. The blood was leaking from her neck quite a bit as her hands and tail fell limp. Her expression shifted from a scared, horny one to a tired and accepting one. She was totally limp by the 10 minute mark of the video. He watched for a bit, but then started to skip the video ahead to see. The last 20 minutes were just recording her hanging there before the phone hit the limit and stopped the recording.\n\nHe let out a sigh. \"Man... I guess you had some fun with your last moment?\" He looked at the girl. \"I couldn't do that. Choking like that? No. I'm too much of a wimp.\" He pulled the revolver out of his pocket, feeling the heft of it in his hand. \"I just want one bullet, right through my skull. Done in an instant. Dead before I even hear the bang. I don't wanna feel any of it...\" He looked back at the phone. \"Still. Good idea on the video, I guess. I probably would have done that, but my dad broke my phone a few days ago.\" It was the thing that made him finally decide to end it. His father was in one of his usual drunken rages and threw the phone so hard against the edge of a table it snapped nearly in half. Of course, that only pissed his father off even more. Pete's ribs still ached a little from the beating he got from that, and he was sure he still had marks on his back from the belt.\n\nHe set the phone back down, then looked at the dead girl again. \"Hey... um...\" He felt silly and awkward. The video watching her final moments got him hard. \"Do... you think you'd mind if I...\" He sighed. \"I don't want to die a virgin. And you looked like you were having fun. I... you'd be okay with me... using you, right?\" Why was he asking her? It's not like she could respond. \"I think you would. Someone as alone as I am. You'd understand.\" He stepped over to her, reaching out to gently rest his hand against her flat belly. \"I... guess I should get you down?\" He looked up at where the cord was tied. The branch was pretty high up there, and he wasn't really the athletic type. Though the wire looked like it had chewed a little into the branch, too. He wondered if he could pull on her enough to break it.\n\nHe got a little closer to her, gently putting his arms around her hips. \"S-sorry.\" He started to tug, feeling the branch above bending, but it wouldn't break that easily. Though it did creek from the strain. He frowned and started to tug a little more. With his face pressed up against her belly, he noticed her fur wasn't naturally green. The very bottom of the fur was slightly brown or tan. \"You're... kind of soft.\" He muttered, still trying to tug her down. He could hear the branch creaking more and more, so it wouldn't last too long. \"C'mon... just a little more...\"\n\nHe heard a very strange crack above him as her full dead weight was suddenly in his arms. Something hard thumped on the top of his head, and he winced, thinking the branch had just fallen against him. But it didn't hurt as much as he thought that sort of thing should. When he looked up, his eyes went wide. \"OH! Fuck! Oh shit! I-I'm... I'm so sorry!\" The branch was still where it was above him, the thin cord still hanging from it, but the girl was no longer in it. Where her head had been was now just a jagged stump, the wire having tightened so much during his tugging it cut right through. The crack must have been her spine. He quickly set the girl down on the ground, panting heavily as blood started to slowly drool out of her neck. Though with her already dead, it didn't squirt, just slowly drool out, like a slowly leaking water balloon. Her head lay on the ground nearby, that being what fell against him. He gently picked it up and moved it to set beside her neck again. \"Shit. I'm... fuck! I didn't mean to do that!\" He ran a hand through his hair, feeling something wet in the short, black strands. Probably blood.\n\nHe took a few deep breaths. \"Thank the gods you were already dead, huh?\" He let out a nervous laugh. For some reason, he was still hard staring down at her now headless body. In fact, he felt even more turned on somehow. \"Man, I'm really fucked up...\" He smiled slightly. \"Um... I... I think I'd still like to... uh...\" Why was he being so awkward. She was dead. It's not like she could judge him. \"I'd... still like to fuck you.\" He took a step back and started to undress himself. A shiver ran through him as he pulled his hoodie off, exposing his thin frame and rusty red fur to the chill autumn air. His jeans were next, followed by his boxers. He folded all of it up neatly and lay it next to hers. He looked down at himself. He wasn't quite as thin as the squirrel, but it was pretty close. Of course, his pointed cock was standing rock hard. He wasn't huge, only around six inches including the knot at the base. Supposedly that was average.\n\nHe picked the revolver back up, then looked at the girl's phone. \"Hey, I'm going to borrow your phone for a second.\" He poked the screen to get it back to the video app. He hit record and stood back. \"Uh... h-hello to whoever sees this. Um, be sure to check the video before this one. I'm only... borrowing her phone for this since mine is broken.\" He cleared his throat, feeling silly again. \"W-well, uh, my name is Peter Dallonis. Age 19. And... I didn't hurt the girl here. I found her after she... did her thing. But... I don't think she'd mind what I'm going to do next. Not... sure what the forum thing she mentioned is, but if whoever is watching these does, then go ahead and put mine up, too?\" He gave an awkward smile. \"Oh, um. What I'm doing is of my own free will and... uh... yeah, no one's forcing me to say or do anything.\"\n\nHe chuckled. \"And if you want to tell my dad... well, he'll probably already know. Officer Harry Dallonis, AFPD. But... tell him I said...\" He took a second. \"Tell him I said fuck you. And that he's the main reason I'm going to kill myself in a few minutes. He's... the reason Mom drove off a bridge, too. So make sure he knows he's killed all of his family.\" He held up the revolver. \"I'm even using his gun, because he's too drunk to even lock his fucking gun safe. Kind of useless to have one at that point, y'know? So... yeah. Rot in hell, Dad. I'll see you there...\"\n\nHe thought about ending the video there... but decided not to. Instead, he shifted the phone a little bit so it could see where Clara's body lay. Whoever saw this could watch him fuck her if they wanted. Not like he was going to be around for them to judge by then. He moved over to the squirrel, kneeling down and setting the revolver down on the ground beside her. His hands moved to rest on her legs, gently parting them. He stared at her pussy. It was still a little wet. He pressed the tip of his cock against the lips, rubbing it a little. \"S-sorry if I'm not very good... You're my first...\" He smirked. \"And last, I guess.\"\n\nHe pushed himself forward, sliding between those lips. He let out a moan as pushed into her. \"Oh... fuck...\" The inner walls were slack and cool around his hot shaft, but still pretty tight. His cock twitched as he pushed deeper, until his hips met hers. He took several deep breaths, having to keep from blowing his load right there. After a moment, he started to pump his hips. \"Mmmph... I... I would have liked to fuck you alive, I think...\" He let out a soft sigh. \"But you're pretty good like this, too.\" He reached up to rest his hands against her small breasts. With her laying on her back, they were practically flat. Though he kind of liked that. He still squeezed what he could, pinching her nipples. He imagined she would moan at him, asking for more. No, begging for more, like the girls in the pornos always did.\n\nHe started to thrust faster. He had to shift his grip to her side to hold her still, since her body kept sliding against the ground with his movements otherwise. As he leaned over to thrust a bit more, he saw the side of her left arm was covered in small scars, right by her shoulder. He recognized them instantly. He had the same kind of marks on his right arm. She was a cutter, just like him. The marks were high enough that a t-shirt sleeve would cover them. He really wished he had met her alive, now. Maybe they could have even killed themselves together. Some kind of romantic suicide pact. It was a nice fantasy, but he had no idea if she would even like him. But this was his last moments. He would stay in that fantasy.\n\nHe shifted his grip down to her hips, lifting them up a little so he could start thrusting harder into her. His cock plunged deep into her cool tunnel, his hips slapping against hers as he dragged her back against him. He felt his knot starting to swell already. He couldn't hold it back. She felt too good. He panted heavily, his tongue hanging out. \"Fuck... you're so good...\" He grunted as his knot swelled more. He he to work to get it inside of her now. He winced when it popped in, swelling a little more and locking him in. \"Fuck... ah... fuck...\" He still humped at her, his cock throbbing and pulsing. He tried to hold back, but he couldn't.\n\nWith a loud growling moan, he started to cum, blasting his seed deep inside of her dead pussy. \"Fffffuck!\" He leaned down, only to stop. He was going to kiss her, but realized her head was... not attached anymore. It was still sitting where he set it down on the ground, her half-lidded eyes staring vaguely at her corpse as he came inside of it. He still humped slightly, emptying his swaying balls into her as much as he could. He wasn't one of those guys who could go again and again, but he dumped quite a bit in one go. Though this was probably his largest load ever. He just wished he lasted longer, but... well, she didn't seem to mind.\n\nHe reached out, gently patting the top of her head. \"Fuck... you were great. Thank you for letting me fuck you.\" He gave an awkward smile, looking down at their hips. \"I'm... going to be stuck like this for a while, so... I hope you don't mind...\" He cleared his throat as he reached out and picked up the revolver. He stared at it for a long moment. He flicked the drum open. There was only one bullet in it. It was all he would need. It was the kind that would splinter into pieces upon impact. Flipping the drum closed again he took a deep breath. \"My turn. If I'm lucky, maybe we can meet up in whatever is after this... if you want.\" He smiled at her slack features, then brought the gun up and pressed it against the side of his head. He pulled the trigger before he could hesitate any more.\n\nJust as he planned, he never heard the gun go off. Though he did feel it, for only a fraction of a second. There was a flash and his ears rang, and a blinding pain hit the side of his head. Then he felt nothing again as the bullet struck his skull, shattering and ripping right through his brain in an instant. Before it could even fully process what was happening, the fragments of bullet and bone ripped through him, the other side of his head bursting in an explosion of blood, gore, and bone fragments. His body jerked, staying upright for just a second longer. Then he fell forward, slumping on top of Clara's body, what was left of his head thumping onto the ground beside hers. The look of shock on his face faded as his features went slack. His knot kept him lodged deep inside of her, his cock spurting a little more. His body twitched and shivered for a second, but grew just as still as hers. The phone recorded all of it. Like before, the video ended when it hit the 30 minute mark. He only lasted 6 more minutes than she did.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nThe badger had to hide his smile as the second video ended. \"Well, that... uh... that rules out this being some kind of murder, at least.\" He pulled out a small evidence bag and slid the phone into it. He set the phone down into a small box with other evidence. Ralph Slint was a member of AFPD's CSI unit. He looked over at his partner, the doe Sasha Waller. \"At least it's less paperwork.\"\n\nThe doe frowned at him. \"For us, at least. Coroner's going to have some work cut out for him with these two. Boy's still locked in there. You'd think he would've gotten soft by now.\" Pete's cock was still lodged deep inside of Clara's cunt. She looked up at the tree branch. \"Not sure why he cut her head off, though...\"\n\nRalph shrugged. \"Probably an accident. Looks like he tried to tug her out of the tree, and the metal rope just cut through.\" He wished the video had that part, not that he was going to say it out loud. \"Easier than climbing up there and getting the thing out of the tree.\"\n\nShe grunted. \"Well, you're going to have to be the one to get it. I'm sure as hell not climbing up there.\"\n\nHe laughed. \"Nah. That's what rookies are for. Have Allie do it. You go get her. I'll finish bagging the rest of this stuff up. Then we can get these two lovebirds into their own private bag.\" Sasha nodded, pushing herself up and walking off to get one of the rookies to do the climbing grunt work. Ralph crouched down and started bagging up the clothing that was neatly folded on the ground. He was already looking forward to how D-Gen was going to love these videos. He'd make sure Denton in Evidence gave him a copy, too. And this was definitely some good fapping material here. And if he was lucky, he might even be able to convince Walter, the coroner, to let him fuck the girl. Especially if she really didn't have any kind of next of kin to worry about like she said in the video. For a member of D-Gen, there were some pretty good perks to being a cop.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Coffee Break Story

Walk in the Park

By XP Author


The squirrel finished tying the knot in the thin cord. She gave the dangling part a hard tug, nodding as both it and the thick branch were secure. She made her way back down the tree easily, then turned to look at her handiwork, her large tail flicking a little behind her with nervous excitement. "I guess this is it..." It was really happening. She was really doing this. There was only a few things left to do. She pulled her phone out and set it against the base of another tree, adjusting it a little so the camera could get a view of the cord and a bit below it. With that done, all that was left was to get herself ready.

She pulled her shirt off, folding it neatly and setting it on the ground beside her phone. The nipples on her small tits were hard, only partially due to the chill dawn air in the wooded area of the park. She had picked this spot because it was off of the walking trail, but no so far that someone wouldn't eventually find it. Her pants were next, also folded neatly with the shirt. Her legs were thin, much like the rest of her. She wasn't so thin that someone might think she was sickly, but she hated it about herself. She hated almost everything about herself. She was too thin, too short, too boring. Her fur was too normal, so she dyed it blue. Her hair was the same, so she dyed it green. Her eyes were just brown, so she wore pink contacts. But she couldn't change the rest. Not easily. Barely over 5 feet tall, and there was no changing that. Her tits were so small, she never bothered with a bra. In fact, she could sometimes get mistaken for a man. Sliding her panties off and exposing her slit would make sure whoever found her would make that mistake.

The squirrel took a deep breath and started her phone recording, then took a step back. "Hello. My name is Clara Maria Colosala. ClearClose for people on 'D' forums. If you know you know." She winks at the camera. "Uh... I'm 22 years old. College dropout... high school dropout, too." Her tail twitched a little nervously as she took a deep breath again. "I... What I'm going to do is my own choice. I do this of my own free will. No one is forcing me. There is no one else here..." She let out an awkward chuckle. "I'd have to know someone for anyone to be here." She cleared her throat. "If... whoever finds my body watches this and... cares at all... don't worry about telling any next of kin. My parents wouldn't care, anyway. Hell, they'd probably be pissed off you're bothering them to tell them about me, of all people. But if you could post this video to 'D' forum for me... if you know it. B-but don't worry if you don't... I'm sure someone will..."

She took a few steps back, climbing onto a wooden kitchen chair she brought with her. She set it up just under where she hung the thin cable. The dangling end was tied into a noose, which she slips over her head, tightening it a little around her neck. "My life was... pretty useless. So, I hope that my death is at least is fun to watch... If it's the only thing that I ever did right, then... I can rest happy." She took a deep breath, and was about to lift her foot, but paused. "Oh. If the person who found me is watching this... I'm sorry about the mess I'm sure I'm about to make. I... just wanted to make sure." She smiled at the camera.

She took another deep breath, lifting her foot and pressing it against the chair's backrest. Her fluffy tail twitched nervously as she took a few last moments to ready herself. Then she shoved her foot out, kicking the chair out from under her. She fell a few inches before the cord snapped tight, biting into her neck as the noose closed. Her hands immediately flew up to her throat, trying to grip at the wire. The rational part of her mind knew it was pointless. She picked this particular kind of thin, metal cord because she knew there was no way to pull it away once it snapped shut like this. But she still couldn't stop her instincts, fingers trying to scramble at the wire as it crushed her throat. She knew it was going to hurt, but she didn't know it would hurt this much.

She kicked her legs as she started to swing back and forth. Her fluffy tail was no longer twitching, but thrashing behind her as she swayed about. Her mouth opened to let out a scream, but nothing came from her, not even a choked sound. Though she wasn't calling for help. No one would come to help her, and she didn't really want anyone to. Her lungs started to burn, like she had swallowed smoldering coal. Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest she could swear it was trying to batter her ribs open and escape. Her arms started to shiver as she stared at the phone with bloodshot eyes. She still tried to scramble at the cord, her little claws scratching at her own neck as her legs kicked and flailed.

There was a second reason she picked the thin cord as her noose of choice. As she swung back and forth, it bit deeper into her flesh. Blood started to drool down her, though not enough to bleed out before she strangled. The pain grew worse as it slowly tore at her flesh, like it was also on fire. Her long ears twitched, but she couldn't hear anything but the blood rushing in her head, and a faint ringing that drowned out all other sounds, even the tree branch creaking above her. Though she could hear her heart, thudding hard and fast inside of her, trying desperately to push blood to her brain, to keep circulating what little oxygen it had left. Her muscles ached worse than after any kind of exercise she had ever done.

Black spots started to dominate her vision, her eyes looking not at the phone anymore, instead looking at nothing as she couldn't see anything. Tears slowly ran from her eyes as she clenched her jaw tight, trying to keep struggling. But the fatigue was overwhelming. Her muscles wouldn't listen to her anymore. Her tail still thrashed, her legs kicked, her fingers tried to pull at the cord, but it was all sluggish. The thudding in her brain was too much, a growing pressure, as if her skull were going to explode. She couldn't fight it anymore.

Her arms fell away, too heavy to lift anymore. Her legs tried to kick, but only twitched and trembled. Her tail hung limp. Her teary eyes grew half-lidded as her vision failed her entirely. She still swayed slowly, but it felt like being rocked to sleep. She couldn't fight the sleep. Her heart was still trying to pound away, but the wild beating kept slowing down more and more. She felt a pleasant warmth washing over her. She knew the warmth well. Her body gave in to the pain. She always gave into the pain. She was only dimly aware of her body cumming from it. She was sure her pussy was squirting. It usually did. That or she was pissing herself. She didn't have the awareness to care anymore.

She fully gave herself over to the warmth, fading away into the darkness clutching at her mind, letting it take what was left of her away. Her heart beat only a few more feeble thuds before it also grew still. Blood still drooled down her body as the wire continued to tighten around her neck, but she no longer felt anything. She died alone in the woods, slowly swaying from the branch. Her phone continued to record her hanging there, until it hit the limit at 30 minutes and stopped the recording, the screen turning off a few minutes after that.

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Pete stepped off of the walk way and into the wooded part of the park. There were too many joggers around on the path itself. The 19 year old wolf pulled the hood of his black hoodie a little tighter around his head before stuffing his hands back in the front pocket. His fingers wrapped around the revolver tucked in the pocket. He stole it from his father's unlocked gun safe. He knew his old man would be more angry that he stole the gun than what he planned to use it for. Joke was on his dad. He couldn't get beat if he was dead.

He walked further into the woods. Just as he was pretty sure this was far enough that no one was going to randomly come past and see him, he saw something in the distance. Something blue and red. It looked too small to be some kind of camping tent, and it was moving slightly from side to side. Could be someone's backpack, or something like a tarp or picnic blanket that got blown away and stuck in a tree. He frowned, deciding to go see what it was. This was already the third place he went to look for some privacy to blow his brains out. He couldn't do it at home, since his dad would be coming home early, and the usually abandoned pavilions in the park had some high school kids smoking weed in them. His only other option would be finding one of those abandoned lots downtown, but he just knew there would be some homeless fucker in there.

As he stepped closer, he saw it definitely wasn't a tarp or backpack hanging from the tree. "Holy shit..." He stopped to stare at the naked body of Clara. She hung limp, slowly swaying. The thin cord she used to hang herself had cut into her neck, blood running down her thin body and soaking into her fur. He saw the chair she kicked over laying on the ground beside her. He tentatively reached out and touched her arm. She wasn't completely cold, but she wasn't warm to the touch, either. He stepped back, looking at the thin, pretty, very dead girl. "Well, fuck. Can't even find a place to kill myself before someone else beats me to it..." Though if she had been here for a bit and he was the first person to find her, then it was probably secluded enough.

He looked around, spotting her clothes neatly folded on the ground. Beside it, a phone was propped against the base of a tree. He reached down and picked up the phone. When he tapped the screen, it came on. There was no lock screen, so it immediately opened to the recording app. At the bottom, there was the thumbnail for the last video, the woman standing naked in the forest. Must have been before she hanged herself. Probably her suicide note. He swore that he probably should have made one of those. He started the video. "Hello. My name is Clara Maria Colosala." He watched her final message, feeling a pang of sadness in his heart. The way she spoke about having no one, even family. He understood it all too well.

He continued to watch as she got herself into the noose and kicked the chair away. She was really struggling as she started to kick and flail around. The look on her face was an odd one. Pained, afraid, but almost like she was enjoying it at the same time. He saw her pussy start to leak as she kicked about. It wasn't like she was pissing herself. It looked more like she was cumming. At least, that's what it usually looked like in the porn he watched. He didn't think that's how it actually worked in real life. As she started to go limp, she did piss herself, so she had to have cum before. The blood was leaking from her neck quite a bit as her hands and tail fell limp. Her expression shifted from a scared, horny one to a tired and accepting one. She was totally limp by the 10 minute mark of the video. He watched for a bit, but then started to skip the video ahead to see. The last 20 minutes were just recording her hanging there before the phone hit the limit and stopped the recording.

He let out a sigh. "Man... I guess you had some fun with your last moment?" He looked at the girl. "I couldn't do that. Choking like that? No. I'm too much of a wimp." He pulled the revolver out of his pocket, feeling the heft of it in his hand. "I just want one bullet, right through my skull. Done in an instant. Dead before I even hear the bang. I don't wanna feel any of it..." He looked back at the phone. "Still. Good idea on the video, I guess. I probably would have done that, but my dad broke my phone a few days ago." It was the thing that made him finally decide to end it. His father was in one of his usual drunken rages and threw the phone so hard against the edge of a table it snapped nearly in half. Of course, that only pissed his father off even more. Pete's ribs still ached a little from the beating he got from that, and he was sure he still had marks on his back from the belt.

He set the phone back down, then looked at the dead girl again. "Hey... um..." He felt silly and awkward. The video watching her final moments got him hard. "Do... you think you'd mind if I..." He sighed. "I don't want to die a virgin. And you looked like you were having fun. I... you'd be okay with me... using you, right?" Why was he asking her? It's not like she could respond. "I think you would. Someone as alone as I am. You'd understand." He stepped over to her, reaching out to gently rest his hand against her flat belly. "I... guess I should get you down?" He looked up at where the cord was tied. The branch was pretty high up there, and he wasn't really the athletic type. Though the wire looked like it had chewed a little into the branch, too. He wondered if he could pull on her enough to break it.

He got a little closer to her, gently putting his arms around her hips. "S-sorry." He started to tug, feeling the branch above bending, but it wouldn't break that easily. Though it did creek from the strain. He frowned and started to tug a little more. With his face pressed up against her belly, he noticed her fur wasn't naturally green. The very bottom of the fur was slightly brown or tan. "You're... kind of soft." He muttered, still trying to tug her down. He could hear the branch creaking more and more, so it wouldn't last too long. "C'mon... just a little more..."

He heard a very strange crack above him as her full dead weight was suddenly in his arms. Something hard thumped on the top of his head, and he winced, thinking the branch had just fallen against him. But it didn't hurt as much as he thought that sort of thing should. When he looked up, his eyes went wide. "OH! Fuck! Oh shit! I-I'm... I'm so sorry!" The branch was still where it was above him, the thin cord still hanging from it, but the girl was no longer in it. Where her head had been was now just a jagged stump, the wire having tightened so much during his tugging it cut right through. The crack must have been her spine. He quickly set the girl down on the ground, panting heavily as blood started to slowly drool out of her neck. Though with her already dead, it didn't squirt, just slowly drool out, like a slowly leaking water balloon. Her head lay on the ground nearby, that being what fell against him. He gently picked it up and moved it to set beside her neck again. "Shit. I'm... fuck! I didn't mean to do that!" He ran a hand through his hair, feeling something wet in the short, black strands. Probably blood.

He took a few deep breaths. "Thank the gods you were already dead, huh?" He let out a nervous laugh. For some reason, he was still hard staring down at her now headless body. In fact, he felt even more turned on somehow. "Man, I'm really fucked up..." He smiled slightly. "Um... I... I think I'd still like to... uh..." Why was he being so awkward. She was dead. It's not like she could judge him. "I'd... still like to fuck you." He took a step back and started to undress himself. A shiver ran through him as he pulled his hoodie off, exposing his thin frame and rusty red fur to the chill autumn air. His jeans were next, followed by his boxers. He folded all of it up neatly and lay it next to hers. He looked down at himself. He wasn't quite as thin as the squirrel, but it was pretty close. Of course, his pointed cock was standing rock hard. He wasn't huge, only around six inches including the knot at the base. Supposedly that was average.

He picked the revolver back up, then looked at the girl's phone. "Hey, I'm going to borrow your phone for a second." He poked the screen to get it back to the video app. He hit record and stood back. "Uh... h-hello to whoever sees this. Um, be sure to check the video before this one. I'm only... borrowing her phone for this since mine is broken." He cleared his throat, feeling silly again. "W-well, uh, my name is Peter Dallonis. Age 19. And... I didn't hurt the girl here. I found her after she... did her thing. But... I don't think she'd mind what I'm going to do next. Not... sure what the forum thing she mentioned is, but if whoever is watching these does, then go ahead and put mine up, too?" He gave an awkward smile. "Oh, um. What I'm doing is of my own free will and... uh... yeah, no one's forcing me to say or do anything."

He chuckled. "And if you want to tell my dad... well, he'll probably already know. Officer Harry Dallonis, AFPD. But... tell him I said..." He took a second. "Tell him I said fuck you. And that he's the main reason I'm going to kill myself in a few minutes. He's... the reason Mom drove off a bridge, too. So make sure he knows he's killed all of his family." He held up the revolver. "I'm even using his gun, because he's too drunk to even lock his fucking gun safe. Kind of useless to have one at that point, y'know? So... yeah. Rot in hell, Dad. I'll see you there..."

He thought about ending the video there... but decided not to. Instead, he shifted the phone a little bit so it could see where Clara's body lay. Whoever saw this could watch him fuck her if they wanted. Not like he was going to be around for them to judge by then. He moved over to the squirrel, kneeling down and setting the revolver down on the ground beside her. His hands moved to rest on her legs, gently parting them. He stared at her pussy. It was still a little wet. He pressed the tip of his cock against the lips, rubbing it a little. "S-sorry if I'm not very good... You're my first..." He smirked. "And last, I guess."

He pushed himself forward, sliding between those lips. He let out a moan as pushed into her. "Oh... fuck..." The inner walls were slack and cool around his hot shaft, but still pretty tight. His cock twitched as he pushed deeper, until his hips met hers. He took several deep breaths, having to keep from blowing his load right there. After a moment, he started to pump his hips. "Mmmph... I... I would have liked to fuck you alive, I think..." He let out a soft sigh. "But you're pretty good like this, too." He reached up to rest his hands against her small breasts. With her laying on her back, they were practically flat. Though he kind of liked that. He still squeezed what he could, pinching her nipples. He imagined she would moan at him, asking for more. No, begging for more, like the girls in the pornos always did.

He started to thrust faster. He had to shift his grip to her side to hold her still, since her body kept sliding against the ground with his movements otherwise. As he leaned over to thrust a bit more, he saw the side of her left arm was covered in small scars, right by her shoulder. He recognized them instantly. He had the same kind of marks on his right arm. She was a cutter, just like him. The marks were high enough that a t-shirt sleeve would cover them. He really wished he had met her alive, now. Maybe they could have even killed themselves together. Some kind of romantic suicide pact. It was a nice fantasy, but he had no idea if she would even like him. But this was his last moments. He would stay in that fantasy.

He shifted his grip down to her hips, lifting them up a little so he could start thrusting harder into her. His cock plunged deep into her cool tunnel, his hips slapping against hers as he dragged her back against him. He felt his knot starting to swell already. He couldn't hold it back. She felt too good. He panted heavily, his tongue hanging out. "Fuck... you're so good..." He grunted as his knot swelled more. He he to work to get it inside of her now. He winced when it popped in, swelling a little more and locking him in. "Fuck... ah... fuck..." He still humped at her, his cock throbbing and pulsing. He tried to hold back, but he couldn't.

With a loud growling moan, he started to cum, blasting his seed deep inside of her dead pussy. "Fffffuck!" He leaned down, only to stop. He was going to kiss her, but realized her head was... not attached anymore. It was still sitting where he set it down on the ground, her half-lidded eyes staring vaguely at her corpse as he came inside of it. He still humped slightly, emptying his swaying balls into her as much as he could. He wasn't one of those guys who could go again and again, but he dumped quite a bit in one go. Though this was probably his largest load ever. He just wished he lasted longer, but... well, she didn't seem to mind.

He reached out, gently patting the top of her head. "Fuck... you were great. Thank you for letting me fuck you." He gave an awkward smile, looking down at their hips. "I'm... going to be stuck like this for a while, so... I hope you don't mind..." He cleared his throat as he reached out and picked up the revolver. He stared at it for a long moment. He flicked the drum open. There was only one bullet in it. It was all he would need. It was the kind that would splinter into pieces upon impact. Flipping the drum closed again he took a deep breath. "My turn. If I'm lucky, maybe we can meet up in whatever is after this... if you want." He smiled at her slack features, then brought the gun up and pressed it against the side of his head. He pulled the trigger before he could hesitate any more.

Just as he planned, he never heard the gun go off. Though he did feel it, for only a fraction of a second. There was a flash and his ears rang, and a blinding pain hit the side of his head. Then he felt nothing again as the bullet struck his skull, shattering and ripping right through his brain in an instant. Before it could even fully process what was happening, the fragments of bullet and bone ripped through him, the other side of his head bursting in an explosion of blood, gore, and bone fragments. His body jerked, staying upright for just a second longer. Then he fell forward, slumping on top of Clara's body, what was left of his head thumping onto the ground beside hers. The look of shock on his face faded as his features went slack. His knot kept him lodged deep inside of her, his cock spurting a little more. His body twitched and shivered for a second, but grew just as still as hers. The phone recorded all of it. Like before, the video ended when it hit the 30 minute mark. He only lasted 6 more minutes than she did.

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The badger had to hide his smile as the second video ended. "Well, that... uh... that rules out this being some kind of murder, at least." He pulled out a small evidence bag and slid the phone into it. He set the phone down into a small box with other evidence. Ralph Slint was a member of AFPD's CSI unit. He looked over at his partner, the doe Sasha Waller. "At least it's less paperwork."

The doe frowned at him. "For us, at least. Coroner's going to have some work cut out for him with these two. Boy's still locked in there. You'd think he would've gotten soft by now." Pete's cock was still lodged deep inside of Clara's cunt. She looked up at the tree branch. "Not sure why he cut her head off, though..."

Ralph shrugged. "Probably an accident. Looks like he tried to tug her out of the tree, and the metal rope just cut through." He wished the video had that part, not that he was going to say it out loud. "Easier than climbing up there and getting the thing out of the tree."

She grunted. "Well, you're going to have to be the one to get it. I'm sure as hell not climbing up there."

He laughed. "Nah. That's what rookies are for. Have Allie do it. You go get her. I'll finish bagging the rest of this stuff up. Then we can get these two lovebirds into their own private bag." Sasha nodded, pushing herself up and walking off to get one of the rookies to do the climbing grunt work. Ralph crouched down and started bagging up the clothing that was neatly folded on the ground. He was already looking forward to how D-Gen was going to love these videos. He'd make sure Denton in Evidence gave him a copy, too. And this was definitely some good fapping material here. And if he was lucky, he might even be able to convince Walter, the coroner, to let him fuck the girl. Especially if she really didn't have any kind of next of kin to worry about like she said in the video. For a member of D-Gen, there were some pretty good perks to being a cop.

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