Help a Killer Out
By ironsnake345

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"...And then he says, 'Arr, I know! It's drivin' me nuts!'"

Terry burst into laughter. He saw the punchline coming a mile away, but this cat's delivery of the line was just perfect. Cade couldn't help but laugh at his own joke; the husky's laugh was just so infectious. As the pair's laughter tapered off, Cade decided to go on talking, still having to raise his voice over the bar's commotion.

"Heh, so yeah anyway, I heard that one at a snuff party a couple weeks ago. Then they brought out the noose like, five minutes later, so of course I couldn't resist getting made into the party's meat-piñata. My only regret, is that I never got to taste that cake. I mean, it was probably just grocery market bakery-case sugar-iced trash, but I've been surprised before, y'know? Still a good way to end the party."

Terry chuckled. He'd been pleasantly surprised by cakes in the past as well. He took a sip of his beer, then offered his reply. "Yeah, I feel you there. I only just started getting into snuff recently, but it's catching on strong. I've wound up leaving parties early via the OTHER back door a few times myself."

Cade gave a noncommital "Yeah, I bet," then went back to sipping his white russian. For a moment, the black cat sat in thought, then a question formed in his mind. "Say, Terry, you mentioned that you only arrived in Neon City a few months ago, right? You ever kill someone?"

Terry set down his beer after a long sip, shaking his head gently as he did so. "Only a feral. See, I was over at a friend's place, he wanted a bit of help making some pretzels, but while he was getting ready his pet cat started coming onto me. He explained that she's actually a huge masochist, so I just kinda... Fucked her really hard, and broke her neck."

"Really?" Asked Cade, with a surprised lilt in his voice. "You've never snuffed an anthro?"

Terry shook his head again. "Nope. I've tried a couple times, but it didn't really work out."

Cade rubbed his chin for a moment, looking thoughtful. "Well... D'you think if I helped you through the process, you could kill me?"

Terry shot up an eyebrow, more than a bit surprised to hear those words escape Cade's mouth. He took a moment to consider his past attempts at snuffing someone. The only time he'd actually done it was with his friend's cat, Viceroy, and that was because her neck was really easy to break. All he had to do was squeeze really hard and give it a little twist. Whenever he tried it on anthros, it was a lot harder; he couldn't get his grip right, or find out how to turn their heads. It wound up being really disappointing. Maybe all he needed was a bit of guidance. After his moment's consideration, the husky spoke. "Mmmmaybe. But, like, at your place, or...?"

Cade answered the question by way of finishing the trailed-off sentence. "Right here. Just a sec, let me finish my drink." With that, he knocked back the last of his cocktail, then shifted over on the curved booth, now sitting adjacent to Terry rather than across from the husky. He turned his body to face Terry, leaning forward a bit. "Ok, first, grab onto my neck. Get all your fingers around the sides and back, except your thumbs. Get a good, solid grip on it, but don't squeeze yet."

Feeling a bit nervous, Terry obliged. He edged himself closer to Cade on the wide, cushioned seat, and brought both his hands up to the feline's neck. His fingers just barely hooked around the back of Cade's neck, not quite able to touch each other, as both his thumbs overlaid the cat's windpipe. His pants were starting to get tight as the arousal of an upcoming snuffing got to him.

"That's good," Cade said, "now position both your thumbs right over the windpipe, in the center here." He traced a finger up the very middle of his throat, to demonstrate. Terry did as he was instructed, his thumbtips pushing softly into the area. He could feel a tube of some sort under the skin - a sign he was doing it right.

"P-perfect," Cade said, blushing. With that, he brought one hand around Terry's back, pulling the husky with him as he laid himself back. Finally, he was laying down on the booth, with Terry hunched over him, leaning over his body. He reached down to Terry's crotch, undoing the husky's fly and letting that canine cock flop out; then he grabbed onto the waistband of his tight booty shorts, pulling them out of the way to grant Terry access as his legs came up to hook around the canine's back.

"N-now..." Cade started, "Push your thumbs in as hard as you can, until you can feel the tube close up. Then, don't let up until you can't feel my heartbeat anymore!"

Given his last bit of instruction, Terry was glad to comply. His thumbtips pressed hard into the supple flesh of Cade's neck, sinking inward. He could feel the tube inside starting to give way and pinch closed. Cade's breathing became shallow, raspy and labored, until it stopped altogether. Cade mouthed silent words and breathing motions - Terry could feel the air pressure straining against his grip, but it held. He was doing it - he was killing Cade.

Unable to hold himself back any longer, Terry thrust his hips forward, bringing his cocktip against Cade's exposed hole. He made shallow humping motions for a moment, rubbing his prick all over the cat's shapely buns, until finally he managed to line up with the tight pucker. With one rough, quick thrust forward, he was in, a silent moan washing over Cade's face as the cat's eyes rolled back with pleasure. Terry grit his teeth, pressing down on Cade's windpipe even harder as he picked up speed, working himself into a rough rhythm of thrusts.

A few of the bar's patrons took notice, ogling the pair as Terry pounded the choking kitty's ass. Some were just watching, some were masturbating, a couple even started emulating the act. The attention only made Terry blush harder, but he didn't dare to let up. His knot slapped against Cade's cheeks over and over again, as the cat's expressions descended further and further into airless bliss. His tongue was turning blue, his eyes refused to focus, and his hole was twitching like mad, massaging Terry's dick as it did so.

Finally, Terry thrust hard into Cade's ass, and kept pushing, his knot straining against the tight hole. With one last effort, it pushed past resistance, plunging deep into the cat's spasming depths. The feeling of that massive knot mercilessly splitting his rear open, slamming into the hilt inside him, was too much for Cade. Unable to cry out with pleasure, the cat let loose, each shallow thrust from his killer spraying more of his seed to coat his half-removed pants. The crowd cheered, watching Cade's expression finally stop moving, his bloodshot eyes rolling back as he lost consciousness. Then, just as Cade finally faded, Terry came, letting out a thick growl of pleasure as his hot canine cum flooded the dying cat's insides. His back arched, his legs quivered, and his thumbs pressed so hard into Cade's neck that his sharpened fingernails drew blood; the heat of the kill brought his orgasm beyond anything he'd felt before.

Terry took a moment to catch his breath, reeling in the aftershock of his orgasm. He almost let go of Cade's throat, but he remembered something the cat had said: don't let up until he can't feel the heartbeat. Taking a moment to focus, Terry realized he could still feel a bit of a heartbeat, albeit a very weak and slow pulse. Still knotted inside the dying cat, he waited... Two seconds between beats... Three seconds... Five seconds... Ten seconds... Nothing. He held on for an extra minute just to be sure, but there wasn't the faintest heartbeat to be felt. Finally, he let go, allowing Cade's brused neck to push back out, to its original shape.

With that done, Terry just sat there for a moment pondering on what he'd just done. He'd really done it - he'd just killed another anthro, and god, it felt amazing. It felt almost as good as the few times that he himself had been snuffed, he realized. Still, he'd managed to improve his technique today, with the help of the now-dead cat beneath him. He let himself down, planting an appreciative kiss on Cade's dead mouth, before rising back up to a sitting position. He decided not to pull his knot out of Cade's corpse yet; instead, he'd just relax there, still knotted in the dead cat's ass as he finished his beer and wings. He looked forward to the next time he'd meet Cade; surely, there were some more tricks he could learn.