\n\t\t\t\t\tfelixpath is one of the most awesome breathplay/snuff artists in the world. And he has drawn my dragon several times, in various joyously snuffish predicaments. I love each of his pictures to bits. *grins*When Felix opened his Snuff Tournament, it was clear that I had to take part. And although I admit I was a bit disappointed that I lost in the first round, this wonderful death under
\n\t\t\t\t\tkyllistin 's feet more than made up for it. And kyllistin even grew footpaws in place of his hooves to accomodate my kinks!By the way, the second installment of the Snuff Tournament is going on right now, so check out Felix's page on Furaffinity and vote on who is to die this time!
This picture was done by
\n\t\t\t\t\tfelixpath and the original can be found here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/3574139/ . If you wish to favorite this piece, please do it on the original.*****
Vanyel has lost his fight and he knows it. He kneels down in front of his opponent, Kyllistin, realizing that it is now time for him to die. For a moment, he glances at the bat standing nearby behind a canvas with a brush in hand, noting with some comfort that his death will be recorded for posterity, and that the depiction of his demise might thus become a source of pleasure for some. Then he looks up at his opponent and executioner, and speaks softly, "I suppose you will do it now?"
The pony replies, "Yup, it's time for your life to be put to an end. How do you wish to die?"
In response, Vanyel looks at Kyllistin's footpaws, and he cannot resist to reach out and gently touch them. Kyllistin grins knowingly, and gleefully flexes his footpaws for the dragon, realizing that the latter is not only a snuff slut, but also a footpaw slut. Vanyel bows down to his opponent's footpaws, taking a few seconds to inhale their strong, musky scent, and kisses them gently. Then he looks up again to look at his executioner, and murmurs, "Will you kill me by choking me beneath your paws?"
After having his feet caressed in this way, Kyllistin had already expected a request like this, and he complies gladly. "Well, lie down then, and prepare to take your last breath on this world."
Vanyel does as he was told, and as Kyllistin then places his foot on the dragon's throat, he purrs gently in pleasure and softly caresses the footpaw that is about to snuff him out.
Then Kyllistin begins to push down onto the dragon's throat, at first gently. Vanyel moans in manifest pleasure, as he caresses Kyllistin's footpaws with both his hands and his long, lithe tongue, while the dragon's cock begins to grow and come erect. Soon, Kyllistin presses down onto Vanyel's neck with more and more weight, and Vanyel's breath is cut off completely, his face slowly turning blue from lack of oxygen.
While the dragon is choked out of his breath in this way, he squirms violently but hopelessly in the footpaw's deadly embrace; however, his squirms are squirms of pleasure and not of defense, as is evidenced by Vanyel's cock, which is now ragingly hard and dripping precum.
Suddenly, a spasm goes through the dragon's body, as he reaches his climax, and shoots his cream in long strings onto his body and onto the pony's footpaws, while pushing himself wildly against the unrelenting footpaw (and thereby choking himself even more).
Soon thereafter, Vanyel's struggles weaken, as his body begins to shut down from lack of oxygen. Eventually he loses consciousness, as his caressing hands finally drop away from the footpaws of his killer.
Noticing this, Kyllistin decides that he has had enough fun with the dragon. He raises his footpaw high into the air, and then slams it down onto Vanyel's throat with full force. A loud crack is heard as the dragon's neck is crushed completely under the violent kick. The dragon twitches just once, and then lies still, lifeless and dead.
The rules of the tournament have been duly satisfied.
But the face of the dragon boy shows only joy and exuberant pleasure, pleasure of being snuffed in such an exquisite way. If the dragon were able to speak, his words would be words of gratitude and thanks. Thanks to Kyllistin for snuffing him in such an exquisite way. And big thanks to Felix for recording the event in such a masterful drawing.