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These are limited to 100 words or less. I decided to explore three themes that appealed to me, and wrote several different variations on those themes. I increased the word-count limit to 250 for furry purposes, so that I could include a little more description.\n\nBackground:\n\nTheme #1: Consensual execution. This assumes a world where furs who commit certain crimes (even down to multiple unpaid speeding tickets) will be sentenced to death. But keeping a \"death row\" for many prisoners is expensive. Very dangerous types (e.g., serial killers) are kept locked up, but most of the condemned are simply given an appointment: a day and time to show up and be put to death. If they try to run, the punishment gets worse, including killing their family. But if they are already dead when their execution date arrives... problem solved. So a significant percentage of the condemned arrange for an execution more to their taste, assisted by a loved one, friend, or even a professional sexecutioner.\n\nTheme #2: Dolcettish user Ezalias has been very prolific with these ultra-short stories. He posted one story where a woman hanged herself for erotic purposes, but just before he stepped off he spotted the gardener looking at his through the window. This theme explores various interactions between the two.\n\nTheme #3: Pink Sneakers: Ezalias also posited a world where anybody who puts on bright pink tennis shoes is considered a volunteer, and is no longer legally a person. You can do anything you want to a volunteer. I explore three variants on this theme -- two hangings and a ligature strangulation.\n\nWithout further ado, here are the stories:\n\n [b]Consensual Execution #1[/b]\n\n\"It's not that complicated, Gaston,\" Nolan said.\n\n\"But I love you, Nolan. I don't want to kill you.\"\n\n\"Not much choice. I've been sentenced to death. If you won't do me, I have to report to the execution center tomorrow. I'm scheduled for the guillotine. I'd rather get to feel it — and to have sex while I die. More fun for both of us.\" He kissed the wolf, held the kiss for several minutes until they were both panting from excitement.\n\n\"Well... Okay.\"\n\nThe lemur lay down and raised his legs, exposing his tailhole. The wolf spread lube , then wrapped his scarf around Nolan's neck and kissed him again, long and deep. Nolan was rock-hard, with a drop of pre forming at the tip. The smell of his excitement drove the wolf's lust into overdrive. He slid into the lemur's little pucker, then tugged the ends of the scarf.\n\n\"Tighter!\"\n\nGaston pulled harder, and started moving inside the lemur. The sensation was incredible, Nolan writhing underneath him. The lemur's face turned red, then purple. He struggled desperately for air, but his cock was dripping a steady stream of precum. His final climax clamped his sphincter down around the wolf-cock, and Gaston came, harder than he'd ever cum before. He held on. Nolan's legs spasmed... relaxed... Two twitches... His body went completely limp. Gaston pulled out and called the police to verify the execution.\n\n[b]Variations on a Theme by Ezalias: #1[/b]\n\nThe surprised gardener stared through the window at the gemsbok standing on a chair.\n\n\"I... It's not what it looks like... exactly... I mean...\"\n\n\"Don't stop on my account,\" the hyena told him. \"By the way, I'm Boyd.\"\n\n\"Lonnie.\" He bowed, the few inches the noose would let him. One last deep breath... the gemsbok tipped the chair over and felt the noose tighten around his neck. Squeezing so tight, it hurt so much. Already hard from anticipation, he reached down and slid his fingers around his cock-tip.\n\nBoyd watched Lonnie rubbing himself, even while his feet kicked chairs and reached for ledges inches too far away. The hyena rubbed himself slowly through his overalls.\n\nLonnie started to slow down. Boyd unzipped and stroked himself. The gemsbok noticed, and felt himself getting even more excited! His other hand cupped his balls. He was getting weak and there was a buzzing sound in his ears. Then he saw the gardener spurt; Lonnie's climax hit, cum arcing up, then down to the floor as the world went away forever in a gray and black haze.\n\nSoon the gemsbok was just a body swaying at the end of a rope. \"Wow!\" Boyd whispered. He wiped himself with a spare rag and finished trimming the hedge, smiling the whole time.\n\n[b]Pink Sneakers #1[/b]\n\nI spotted him in the park. Pink sneakers and drop-dead gorgeous — literally.\n\n\"Take off your clothes. Follow me,\" I told him. I knew the volunteer would obey; no need to look back to check.\n\nI led the otter to a tall oak with a branch ten feet above a tree stump.\n\n\"When I was a person, my name was Benedict,\" he told me.\n\n\"Terrence,\" I responded. \"Up.\"\n\nHe climbed onto the stump. I tied his hands, threw a rope over the branch, dropped the noose over his neck and cinched it snug. The otter spread his feet apart for me. His cock was rock-hard: he was ready. I entered him standing, his tailstar tight around my tiger-cock. He bent his knees slightly, moving up and down until I started to cum in his hole. Then I stepped back and pulled him off the stump. My last few spurts coated his ass as he started his Last Dance.\n\nHe kicked a while, then seemed to be running in mid-air. Then he stiffened and started humping the air. After maybe thirty seconds of this, he came, semen coating his belly and even part of his chest. His last orgasm. As it faded, he started kicking again, but he was running out of energy. I watched until he hadn't moved for fifteen minutes.\n\nGoodbye, Benedict that was.\n\n[b]Variations on a Theme by Ezalias: #2[/b]\n\nFeet at the edge of the table, Maynard saw the yard man staring at him. \"Er... It's not what...\"\n\n\"Whatever it is, I don't object. In fact...\" The ocelot unzipped, displayed himself.\n\n\"Kitchen door's unlocked.\"\n\nThe ocelot came in, shut the door behind him. \"Harland, at your service.\"\n\n \"Maynard,\" the paca replied, \"There's lube in the drawer to your left.\"\n\nHarland opened the drawer, climbed up on the table and stood behind Maynard. The paca raised his tail; Harland spread lube on his cock, then slowly worked his way into the paca's tailhole. Harland reached around and found Maynard pointing nearly straight up.\n\n\"Ready?\"\n\nThe ocelot grabbed Maynard's shoulders. \"Yes.\"\n\nThe paca walked off the edge of the table, the ocelot following. Maynard yipped once as he started to drop, but the noose cut it off. Harland humped Maynard while the paca reached for ledges that were just a little too far away. The ocelot filled Maynard with his semen as the paca's struggles became purposeless spasms. He clung for a few seconds, then pulled out and dropped to the floor.\n\nHarland watched as the paca's cock erupted, hips thrusting as he came into the air. A last few random kicks, then just arms and legs twitching. Then stillness. The paca had departed this Earth.\n\nHarland cleaned himself off and walked back to his truck whistling.\n\n[b]Pink Sneakers #2[/b]\n\nI had to work tomorrow, so I needed to sleep, but I felt wide awake. Maybe a walk...\n\nWhen I got to the town square, I saw somebody on the gallows. An okapi with blonde headfur, naked except for pink sneakers. He was kneeling on the trapdoor with a noose around his neck.\n\nThat should help me get to sleep. I hoped.\n\nI walked up the steps.\n\nHe smiled at me, then reached out and unzipped me. He reached inside and fondled me until I was hard. Then he wrapped his lips around my fox-cock and started sucking. He was good... very good. In a minute or so, I was just about there...\n\n\"Now!\" I said. He clasped his hands behind him. My first spurt went in his mouth. I pulled the lever. Clack! He dropped a few inches. The next spurt was right between his eyes.\n\nHe kicked a while, struggling, but his hands stayed behind him for almost a minute. Then one hand came forward to grasp his cock. He rubbed himself a while longer. His struggles went on for a while then slowed down... Semen jetted from his cock-hole, again and again. By the time it stopped, he was struggling again, but weakly. Then he was still, but his chest muscles still strained for air. I waited. A few random contractions of his leg muscles, then nothing.\n\nI walked back home, got into bed. I was asleep in thirty seconds.\n\n[b]Consensual Execution #2[/b]\n\n\"I'm not sure...\" said the Weimaraner.\n\n\"Please, Martin, I'd much rather you than the public executioner. So... impersonal.\"\n\n\"Okay.\" Martin understood what Val meant. For the county hangman it was a job, nothing more. But Martin would make sure that his friend enjoyed the experience. The mongoose was already more than half-erect. And Martin expected to enjoy it as well, even though it meant killing his best friend.\n\nMartin tied Val's hands behind his back. Then he opened the noose, and the mongoose bent his head to accept it. Martin pulled it snug, then brought a chair over and helped Val climb onto it.\n\nThe Weimaraner spread lube on his hand and started stroking his friend's cock. Val moaned. Martin rubbed faster...\n\n\"I'm ready!!\" Val yelled, then \"Yes!!\"\n\nThe Weimaraner pulled the chair away. Val hung still a few seconds, then started kicking, his legs going every which way. Martin stood behind the mongoose, reaching between Val's legs to stroke his cock.\n\nWithin seconds, Val's struggles were replaced by thrusting motions of his hips. The Weimaraner's sensitive ears could hear the subvocalized \"Ahh! Ahhh! Aaaaah!\" as Val came, semen arching up into the air before landing on the carpet.\n\nMartin started fapping as the mongoose started kicking again. But the struggles seemed weaker... half-hearted. Val's kicking slowed... grew weaker... stopped. The Weimaraner came all over Val's dangling feet. Wow!\n\nMartin signed the execution paperwork. He was glad the mongoose had chosen him as executioner.\n\n[b]Variations on a Theme by Ezalias: #3[/b]\n\nThe mink froze, one foot off the table. The yard man was staring in the window. \"I... uh...\"\n\nThe jaguar shrugged, smiled, then pursed his lips and mimed sucking.\n\nPippin thought about it for two seconds. The jaguar was handsome, and the extra stimulation ... He nodded, and pointed. The jaguar came in through the unlocked door and stood in front of the table.\n\n\"My name is Pippin.\"\n\n\"Ira,\" the jaguar answered, smiling.\n\nIra wrapped his hand around Pippin's cock, then sucked him deep into his mouth. The jaguar sucked and licked eagerly. Pippin felt his climax building, getting close... \"I'm...\" \n\nPippin stepped forward and started to fall, then the noose brought him to a sudden stop. Pippin began to struggle instinctively, but Ira ducked behind him. The jaguar reached between Pippin's legs and stroked the mink as he kicked and struggled.\n\nThis was everything Pippin had dreamed it would be. The noose crushing his neck, strangling him. The need to breathe... the knowledge he never would again. As Pippin's struggles slowed, he felt wet fingers slip into his tailstar... more pleasure.\n\n\"Yes!\" the mink thought, \"[i]Yes[/i], [b]Yes[/b], [b][i]YE...[/i][/b]\n\nIra unzipped and pressed his cock into Pippin's tailhole. He enjoyed the mink's hot backdoor as Pippin's heart hammered, then slowed. Ira was filling Pippin's gut with his seed when he felt the mink go limp. Pippin's heart had stopped.\n\nIra cleaned himself off. His whole body tingled with pleasure as he finished up the mink's yard.\n\n[b]Pink Sneakers #3[/b]\n\nPink sneakers. The beaver was walking around the mall in pink sneakers, just as if he were a person. I walked up to him; he met my eyes and smiled slightly. I walked past him, turned, and wrapped my tie around his neck. The beaver bent forward as if struggling to get away, but at the same time he was rubbing his ass against my crotch.\n\nI used the tie to lead him to the Men's Room. Once inside, I eased up on the tie. He knelt down and took my marten-cock in his mouth, my tie half-choking him. My tail twitched gently from the hot, wet sensation of his lips and tongue.\n\nI kept him that way for a minute or so, then I felt my orgasm approaching. I pulled the tie tight. He stiffened as his breath was cut off, but he kept working my cock with his tongue, and his other hand was wrapped around his cock. I soon came, filling his mouth. Then he pulled back slightly and mouthed \"thank you.\" His hand moved frantically. His back arched, his tail stood straight out, and his face got that \"it hurts so good\" look. His struggles slowed... slower... Then he went limp.\n\nA little semen dripped from the corner of his slack mouth.\n\nYes. There is nothing like a volunteer.\n\n[b]Consensual Execution #3[/b]\n\nMalcolm kissed Shelby, squeezed his hand. \"I'll meet you at the park gallows, 8PM.\"\n\n\"Are you sure?\" the lynx asked.\n\n\"I'd much rather you than the Processing Center.\"\n\n\"See you there, then.\"\n\nWhen he got there, Malcolm was kneeling on the trapdoor, naked, one hand in a cuff.\n\n\"You really want me to hang you?\".\n\nThe ratel nodded.\n\nShelby slipped the noose over the Malcolm's head. The hyrax unzipped him and started sucking, making it last. But after ten minutes the lynx was ready to burst.\n\n\"Get ready,\" he said.\n\nThe ratel put his hands behind his back and closed the other cuff. A few seconds later he tasted Shelby's salty-bitter semen. The lynx pulled the lever before he could swallow.\n\nThwap! The ratel fell nearly eight feet. Shelby heard a crunch! sound.\n\nMalcolm's body dangled, limp, cum dripping from his mouth. A last few drops from the lynx's cock fell onto the ratel's face.\n\nShelby got the paperwork out of the envelope, signed it, and carried it to the mailbox.\n\n[b]Variations on a Theme by Ezalias: #4[/b]\n\nDesmond saw the yard man looking through the window. \"I'm not... I just...\" he stammered.\n\nBrett grinned at the fennec and tipped his cap. He unzipped and showed his ten inch dick.\n\nThe fennec teased him, putting one foot out, then drawing it back... and again... and a third time... hesitated several seconds, then stepped off. The noose jerked painfully tight around his neck, strangling him. This was what he wanted, needed... the pain, the needing to breathe.\n\nDesmond's feet kicked on autopilot, but his conscious mind was watching the weasel stroke himself. The fennec found a use for his own hands, one wrapped around his cock, the other teasing his own tailhole with a finger.\n\nThe fennec pursed his lips, mimed sucking an imaginary cock. The idea turned him on, so he kept his mouth in that position.\n\nBrett would have sworn he could feel a mouth hot and wet around him.\n\nDesmond's kicking slowed, stopped, his eyes stared vacantly into the distance. But the imaginary mouth around Brett's cock didn't stop. He came, hard, his semen coating the window.\n\nThe fennec gave two last half-hearted kicks, then hung limp, swaying slightly but otherwise unmoving.\n\nThe weasel wiped himself, started the leafblower, and went back to work. But for the rest of the day Brett's customers wondered at his satiated smirk.\n\n[b]Consensual Execution #4[/b]\n\nMatt showed Courtney his death warrant. \"I want you to fuck me to death.\"\n\n\"Might be difficult... Now if I were a stallion... or a bull...\"\n\n[hr]\n\nSix weeks later... \"I think I've got an idea...\" the lion said.\n\n\"Lie down on the bed, hands above your head.\" Courtney tied the squirrel's hands together, then to one bedpost. He tied Matt's ankles to the other bedpost on the same side, then spread lube on the squirrel's neck. He pushed the squirrel's head forward, hard, trapping his cock in the soft spot under Matt's chin. He moved slowly: he had to stay hard to make this work.\n\n\"Finish it now?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" the squirrel rasped, \"And thank you!\"\n\nCourtney pushed Matt's head up and forward, hard. Soon, the need for air was nearly as strong as the squirrel's excitement. Matt struggled desperately, but couldn't escape. Then he thrust his hips forward several times and white goo flowed from his cock. The squirrel's struggles slowed... stopped. Courtney was near his own climax, but held off, moving every few seconds just to make sure he didn't get soft. The squirrel spasmed one final time . Seconds later, the lion felt his own orgasm start. He released Matt's head and gave the dead squirrel a facial.\n\nCourtney kissed the dead lips, noticing the satisfied smile on the squirrel's face. Then he dialed 111 to report the fulfillment of Matt's sentence.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "There is a thread on Dolcettish titled "Ultra short stories". These are limited to 100 words or less. I decided to explore three themes that appealed to me, and wrote several different variations on those themes. I increased the word-count limit to 250 for furry purposes, so that I could include a little more description.

Background:

Theme #1: Consensual execution. This assumes a world where furs who commit certain crimes (even down to multiple unpaid speeding tickets) will be sentenced to death. But keeping a "death row" for many prisoners is expensive. Very dangerous types (e.g., serial killers) are kept locked up, but most of the condemned are simply given an appointment: a day and time to show up and be put to death. If they try to run, the punishment gets worse, including killing their family. But if they are already dead when their execution date arrives... problem solved. So a significant percentage of the condemned arrange for an execution more to their taste, assisted by a loved one, friend, or even a professional sexecutioner.

Theme #2: Dolcettish user Ezalias has been very prolific with these ultra-short stories. He posted one story where a woman hanged herself for erotic purposes, but just before he stepped off he spotted the gardener looking at his through the window. This theme explores various interactions between the two.

Theme #3: Pink Sneakers: Ezalias also posited a world where anybody who puts on bright pink tennis shoes is considered a volunteer, and is no longer legally a person. You can do anything you want to a volunteer. I explore three variants on this theme -- two hangings and a ligature strangulation.

Without further ado, here are the stories:

 Consensual Execution #1

"It's not that complicated, Gaston," Nolan said.

"But I love you, Nolan. I don't want to kill you."

"Not much choice. I've been sentenced to death. If you won't do me, I have to report to the execution center tomorrow. I'm scheduled for the guillotine. I'd rather get to feel it — and to have sex while I die. More fun for both of us." He kissed the wolf, held the kiss for several minutes until they were both panting from excitement.

"Well... Okay."

The lemur lay down and raised his legs, exposing his tailhole. The wolf spread lube , then wrapped his scarf around Nolan's neck and kissed him again, long and deep. Nolan was rock-hard, with a drop of pre forming at the tip. The smell of his excitement drove the wolf's lust into overdrive. He slid into the lemur's little pucker, then tugged the ends of the scarf.

"Tighter!"

Gaston pulled harder, and started moving inside the lemur. The sensation was incredible, Nolan writhing underneath him. The lemur's face turned red, then purple. He struggled desperately for air, but his cock was dripping a steady stream of precum. His final climax clamped his sphincter down around the wolf-cock, and Gaston came, harder than he'd ever cum before. He held on. Nolan's legs spasmed... relaxed... Two twitches... His body went completely limp. Gaston pulled out and called the police to verify the execution.

Variations on a Theme by Ezalias: #1

The surprised gardener stared through the window at the gemsbok standing on a chair.

"I... It's not what it looks like... exactly... I mean..."

"Don't stop on my account," the hyena told him. "By the way, I'm Boyd."

"Lonnie." He bowed, the few inches the noose would let him. One last deep breath... the gemsbok tipped the chair over and felt the noose tighten around his neck. Squeezing so tight, it hurt so much. Already hard from anticipation, he reached down and slid his fingers around his cock-tip.

Boyd watched Lonnie rubbing himself, even while his feet kicked chairs and reached for ledges inches too far away. The hyena rubbed himself slowly through his overalls.

Lonnie started to slow down. Boyd unzipped and stroked himself. The gemsbok noticed, and felt himself getting even more excited! His other hand cupped his balls. He was getting weak and there was a buzzing sound in his ears. Then he saw the gardener spurt; Lonnie's climax hit, cum arcing up, then down to the floor as the world went away forever in a gray and black haze.

Soon the gemsbok was just a body swaying at the end of a rope. "Wow!" Boyd whispered. He wiped himself with a spare rag and finished trimming the hedge, smiling the whole time.

Pink Sneakers #1

I spotted him in the park. Pink sneakers and drop-dead gorgeous — literally.

"Take off your clothes. Follow me," I told him. I knew the volunteer would obey; no need to look back to check.

I led the otter to a tall oak with a branch ten feet above a tree stump.

"When I was a person, my name was Benedict," he told me.

"Terrence," I responded. "Up."

He climbed onto the stump. I tied his hands, threw a rope over the branch, dropped the noose over his neck and cinched it snug. The otter spread his feet apart for me. His cock was rock-hard: he was ready. I entered him standing, his tailstar tight around my tiger-cock. He bent his knees slightly, moving up and down until I started to cum in his hole. Then I stepped back and pulled him off the stump. My last few spurts coated his ass as he started his Last Dance.

He kicked a while, then seemed to be running in mid-air. Then he stiffened and started humping the air. After maybe thirty seconds of this, he came, semen coating his belly and even part of his chest. His last orgasm. As it faded, he started kicking again, but he was running out of energy. I watched until he hadn't moved for fifteen minutes.

Goodbye, Benedict that was.

Variations on a Theme by Ezalias: #2

Feet at the edge of the table, Maynard saw the yard man staring at him. "Er... It's not what..."

"Whatever it is, I don't object. In fact..." The ocelot unzipped, displayed himself.

"Kitchen door's unlocked."

The ocelot came in, shut the door behind him. "Harland, at your service."

 "Maynard," the paca replied, "There's lube in the drawer to your left."

Harland opened the drawer, climbed up on the table and stood behind Maynard. The paca raised his tail; Harland spread lube on his cock, then slowly worked his way into the paca's tailhole. Harland reached around and found Maynard pointing nearly straight up.

"Ready?"

The ocelot grabbed Maynard's shoulders. "Yes."

The paca walked off the edge of the table, the ocelot following. Maynard  yipped once as he started to drop, but the noose cut it off. Harland humped Maynard while the paca reached for ledges that were just a little too far away. The ocelot filled Maynard with his semen as the paca's struggles became purposeless spasms. He clung for a few seconds, then pulled out and dropped to the floor.

Harland watched as the paca's cock erupted, hips thrusting as he came into the air. A last few random kicks, then just arms and legs twitching. Then stillness. The paca had departed this Earth.

Harland cleaned himself off and walked back to his truck whistling.

Pink Sneakers #2

I had to work tomorrow, so I needed to sleep, but I felt wide awake. Maybe a walk...

When I got to the town square, I saw somebody on the gallows. An okapi with blonde headfur, naked except for pink sneakers. He was kneeling on the trapdoor with a noose around his neck.

That should help me get to sleep. I hoped.

I walked up the steps.

He smiled at me, then reached out and unzipped me. He reached inside and fondled me until I was hard. Then he wrapped his lips around my fox-cock and started sucking. He was good... very good. In a minute or so, I was just about there...

"Now!" I said. He clasped his hands behind him. My first spurt went in his mouth. I pulled the lever. Clack! He dropped a few inches. The next spurt was right between his eyes.

He kicked a while, struggling, but his hands stayed behind him for almost a minute. Then one hand came forward to grasp his cock. He rubbed himself a while longer. His struggles went on for a while then slowed down... Semen jetted from his cock-hole, again and again. By the time it stopped, he was struggling again, but weakly. Then he was still, but his chest muscles still strained for air. I waited. A few random contractions of his leg muscles, then nothing.

I walked back home, got into bed. I was asleep in thirty seconds.

Consensual Execution #2

"I'm not sure..." said the Weimaraner.

"Please, Martin, I'd much rather you than the public executioner. So... impersonal."

"Okay." Martin understood what Val meant. For the county hangman it was a job, nothing more. But Martin would make sure that his friend enjoyed the experience. The mongoose was already more than half-erect. And Martin expected to enjoy it as well, even though it meant killing his best friend.

Martin tied Val's hands behind his back. Then he opened the noose, and the mongoose bent his head to accept it. Martin pulled it snug, then brought a chair over and helped Val climb onto it.

The Weimaraner spread lube on his hand and started stroking his friend's cock. Val moaned. Martin rubbed faster...

"I'm ready!!" Val yelled, then "Yes!!"

The Weimaraner pulled the chair away. Val hung still a few seconds, then started kicking, his legs going every which way. Martin stood behind the mongoose, reaching between Val's legs to stroke his cock.

Within seconds, Val's struggles were replaced by thrusting motions of his hips. The Weimaraner's sensitive ears could hear the subvocalized "Ahh! Ahhh! Aaaaah!" as Val came, semen arching up into the air before landing on the carpet.

Martin started fapping as the mongoose started kicking again. But the struggles seemed weaker... half-hearted. Val's kicking slowed... grew  weaker... stopped. The Weimaraner came all over Val's dangling feet. Wow!

Martin signed the execution paperwork. He was glad the mongoose had chosen him as executioner.

Variations on a Theme by Ezalias: #3

The mink froze, one foot off the table. The yard man was staring in the window. "I... uh..."

The jaguar shrugged, smiled, then pursed his lips and mimed sucking.

Pippin thought about it for two seconds. The jaguar was handsome, and the extra stimulation ... He nodded, and pointed. The jaguar came in through the unlocked door  and stood in front of the table.

"My name is Pippin."

"Ira," the jaguar answered, smiling.

Ira wrapped his hand around Pippin's cock, then sucked him deep into his mouth. The jaguar sucked and licked eagerly. Pippin felt his climax building, getting close... "I'm..."

Pippin stepped forward and started to fall, then the noose brought him to a sudden stop. Pippin began to struggle instinctively, but Ira ducked behind him. The jaguar reached between Pippin's legs and stroked the mink as he kicked and struggled.

This was everything Pippin had dreamed it would be. The noose crushing his neck, strangling him. The need to breathe... the knowledge he never would again. As Pippin's struggles slowed, he felt wet fingers slip into his tailstar...  more pleasure.

"Yes!" the mink thought, "Yes, Yes, YE...

Ira unzipped and pressed his cock into Pippin's tailhole. He enjoyed the mink's hot backdoor as Pippin's heart hammered, then slowed. Ira was filling Pippin's gut with his seed when he felt the mink go limp. Pippin's heart had stopped.

Ira cleaned himself off. His whole body tingled with pleasure as he finished up the mink's yard.

Pink Sneakers #3

Pink sneakers. The beaver was walking around the mall in pink sneakers, just as if he were a person. I walked up to him; he met my eyes and smiled slightly. I walked past him, turned, and wrapped my tie around his neck. The beaver bent forward as if struggling to get away, but at the same time he was rubbing his ass against my crotch.

I used the tie to lead him to the Men's Room. Once inside, I eased up on the tie. He knelt down and took my marten-cock in his mouth, my tie half-choking him. My tail twitched gently from the hot, wet sensation of his lips and tongue.

I kept him that way for a minute or so, then I felt my orgasm approaching. I pulled the tie tight. He stiffened as his breath was cut off, but he kept working my cock with his tongue, and his other hand was wrapped around his cock. I soon came, filling his mouth. Then he pulled back slightly and mouthed "thank you." His hand moved frantically. His back arched, his tail stood straight out, and his face got that "it hurts so good" look. His struggles slowed... slower... Then he went limp.

A little semen dripped from the corner of his slack mouth.

Yes. There is nothing like a volunteer.

Consensual Execution #3

Malcolm kissed Shelby, squeezed his hand. "I'll meet you at the park gallows, 8PM."

"Are you sure?" the lynx asked.

"I'd much rather you than the Processing Center."

"See you there, then."

When he got there, Malcolm was kneeling on the trapdoor, naked, one hand in a cuff.

"You really want me to hang you?".

The ratel nodded.

Shelby slipped the noose over the Malcolm's head. The hyrax unzipped him and started sucking, making it last. But after ten minutes the lynx was ready to burst.

"Get ready," he said.

The ratel put his hands behind his back and closed the other cuff. A few seconds later he tasted Shelby's salty-bitter semen. The lynx pulled the lever before he could swallow.

Thwap! The ratel fell nearly eight feet. Shelby heard a crunch! sound.

Malcolm's body dangled, limp, cum dripping from his mouth. A last few drops from the lynx's cock fell onto the ratel's face.

Shelby got the paperwork out of the envelope, signed it, and carried it to the mailbox.

Variations on a Theme by Ezalias: #4

Desmond saw the yard man looking through the window. "I'm not... I just..." he stammered.

Brett grinned at the fennec and tipped his cap. He unzipped and showed his ten inch dick.

The fennec teased him, putting one foot out, then drawing it back... and again... and a third time... hesitated several seconds, then stepped off. The noose jerked painfully tight around his neck, strangling him. This was what he wanted, needed... the pain, the needing to breathe.

Desmond's feet kicked on autopilot, but his conscious mind was watching the weasel stroke himself. The fennec found a use for his own hands, one wrapped around his cock, the other teasing his own tailhole with a finger.

The fennec pursed his lips, mimed sucking an imaginary cock. The idea turned him on, so he kept his mouth in that position.

Brett would have sworn he could feel a mouth hot and wet around him.

Desmond's kicking slowed, stopped, his eyes stared vacantly into the distance. But the imaginary mouth around Brett's cock didn't stop. He came, hard, his semen coating the window.

The fennec gave two last half-hearted kicks, then hung limp, swaying slightly but otherwise unmoving.

The weasel wiped himself, started the leafblower, and went back to work. But for the rest of the day Brett's customers wondered at his satiated smirk.

Consensual Execution #4

Matt showed Courtney his death warrant. "I want you to fuck me to death."

"Might be difficult... Now if I were a stallion... or a bull..."

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Six weeks later... "I think I've got an idea..." the lion said.

"Lie down on the bed, hands above your head." Courtney tied the squirrel's hands together, then to one bedpost. He tied Matt's ankles to the other bedpost on the same side, then spread lube on the squirrel's neck. He pushed the squirrel's head forward, hard, trapping his cock in the soft spot under Matt's chin. He moved slowly: he had to stay hard to make this work.

"Finish it now?"

"Yes," the squirrel rasped, "And thank you!"

Courtney pushed Matt's head up and forward, hard. Soon, the need for air was nearly as strong as the squirrel's excitement. Matt struggled desperately, but couldn't escape. Then he thrust his hips forward several times and white goo flowed from his cock. The squirrel's struggles slowed... stopped. Courtney was near his own climax, but held off, moving every few seconds just to make sure he didn't get soft. The squirrel spasmed one final time . Seconds later, the lion felt his own orgasm start. He released Matt's head and gave the dead squirrel a facial.

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