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"writing": "Disposal of a Dragon\nby A. P. Damien and Vanyel Stargazer\n~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\n\nFrom the outside the snuff den looks like just one more rave, a big\nbuilding with a bouncer at the door, velvet ropes, etc. It doesn't\nlook very successful, maybe not enough publicity - the line outside is\nvery short.\n\nInside, it's a lot different. Instead of a big dance floor, there's a\nbunch of tables, chairs, sofas and even beds. There's a stack of\nthree-legged stools in one corner. All the furniture except the\nstools is obviously heavy and not easily moved. In the middle is a\nraised platform with four nooses and four trapdoors. There's also a\nlarge tank filled with water and a wide board you can strap a fur to,\nthen dip their head into the water.\n\nEach wall has a bar with a bartender and trays of sandwiches. There's\na roo in a chef's toque standing over a bar-be-cue grill in an alcove\nnext to the stage.\n\nA tiger stands on a stage at the back of the room. He is wearing a\nsilken robe, with a rope as a belt at the waist; there's a noose tied\nin one end of the rope. There's also a thin silk cord wrapped around\nhis left wrist. A thin plastic cord hangs around his neck, holding a\nbadge with a large \"T\".\n\n\"Your attention please. (pause) Hello, everybody. I'm Damien, your\nhost at this snuff party. Most of you know me, or at least have heard\nof me. If not, you can visit my story fair at\nhttp://www.nyx.net/~anon3a9c/fair/\n\n\"Before the party starts, let me explain the rules and about the\nbadges. We have three kinds of badges. Those with a \"T\" like mine\nare for tops. Those with a large \"B\" are for bottoms. The ones with\n\"OB\" are for \"owned bottoms\": those whose Master has brought them here\nand wants to retain control of who gets to use them and how.\n\n\"If you want to participate, you must wear a badge somewhere visible\non your body, designating yourself a Top or a Bottom. If you're not\nwearing a badge, you can only watch.\n\n\"You're allowed to come back and change badges if you want. But be\naware: if you're wearing a B, you're a sex toy - anybody can tie you\nup, yiff you any way they like, even snuff you, and you're expected to\ncooperate.\n\n\"An OB means that your Master decides who can have sex with you and/or\nsnuff you. An owned bottom can wander around, but should stay within\nsight of his/her Master (except in the loo). The staff will only give\nout OB badges to furs who are accompanied by someone who takes a \"T\"\nbadge. Bouncers check for OBs acting too free - they may grab you,\nand if nobody claims you, you will be given a B instead.\n\nWhile Damien makes his welcome speech, a young male dragon enters the\nroom. He is perhaps six feet tall, has yellowish-green scales, and\nlarge leathery wings. He radiates a cheerful and happy mood, as his\nblue eyes twinkle in good humor.\n\nAfter Damien has finished his speech, Vanyel walks up to the tiger,\nand says \"Hi, I am Vanyel, or Van for short. I am looking to get\nsnuffed tonight, preferably by another male. I would go willingly\nwith anyone who would bind me and lead me to the gallows to execute\nme\", eying the four nooses on the central platform with respect, but\nalso with obvious lust. \"Or put me to death in any other way he\npleases. Perhaps strangle me... or suffocate me with a plastic\nbag... or crush my neck with his strong footpaws...\", Van's voice is\ntrailing off as he starts to dream of the multitudes of ways in which\nhis end might be arranged. Snapping back to reality, he faces the\ntiger again, and says, \"Well, could you hand me a B badge?\"\n\nDamien puts a heavy forepaw on Vanyel's shoulder, guiding him to the\nbadge table. Vanyel flinches slightly as he feels the tiger's forepaw,\nbut then appears to enjoy the contact. At the table he asks for a B\nbadge in the form of a pendant, which he hangs around his neck.\n\n\"Grab a drink at the bar. Go out and mix with the other guests. I\nprefer to leave some bottoms for the other tops, but I guarantee that\nif nobody else does you, I will personally take care of it. Have a\nnice execution.\"\n\nVanyel's usually yellowish-green face turns a light shade of red, as\nhe blushes hotly at these words from Damien. All he manages is to\nstutter, \"Tha... *gulp* thank you.\"\n\nDamien just smiles at Vanyel, and nods. Then he walks around the room,\ntalking to various furs, finding out what they want and/or need, and\ngenerally being the charming host. But there's always that sense of\ndanger - if you're wearing a B, he might just take that cord from his\nwrist and wrap it around your neck...\n\nMeanwhile Vanyel, having recovered a bit, still looks at the tiger\nwith obvious interest. However, for the time being, he walks over to\nthe bar to get a drink. With a Coke in forepaw, he then walks around\nthe room, and tries to make contact with the other guests of the\nparty; this is not so easy for him as he is usually rather shy with\npeople he does not know well. He looks around for guests (or hosts...)\nthat might be interested in engaging in a conversation (or more) with\nhim.\n\nAfter some time, Damien returns to Vanyel to chat a bit. He says,\n\"I've got three questions for our draconic future gallows-decoration:\nFirst, are you prepared to go bravely, or do we have to drag you to\nthe gallows? Second, what are you willing to give your executioner in\nthe way of payment, for example, what about sexual favors? And third,\nis there any yiffing you'd like just before or during your hanging?\"\n\nVanyel purrs softly and in obvious pleasure at the words \"future\ngallows-decoration\". He then says, \"I came here out of my own free\nwill, so that this useless and worthless dragon may be disposed of. I\nwill therefore go gladly with anyone who will lead me to the gallows\nto end my existence. I would feel safer, though, if he will tie me up\nunder the gallows, before he nooses me, so that I cannot lose my\nnerve in the last second. I promise, however, that I will try not to\nstruggle until I dangle in the air and it does not matter anymore.\"\n\n\"I will gladly honour any request my executioner might ask of me, and\nwill happily let myself be used for any sexual purpose, before I am\nput to death. I would also take pleasure in showing my respect for my\nexecutioner by licking his footpaws clean, if he so desires, before he\nends my life. And lastly... I admit... it would be a pleasure for\nme, if I were yiffed while I slowly strangle on that gallows.\", he\nends his reply, as he once again eyes somewhat fearfully, yet at the\nsame time very lustily, towards the nooses on the central stage.\n\nDamien chuckles, \"Oh, you're a hot one. Just you wait! If nobody\nelse grabs you soon...\" Then he has another idea and adds, \"While\nyou're waiting, you may clean off the footpads of all the staffers in\ntiger-stripe jackets, plus the three at the badge desk.\"\n\nVanyel murrs in pleasure; apparently he likes Damien's suggestion very\nmuch. He walks back to the badge desk, which is rather vacant at the\nmoment. The staffers there are thus idle, looking at the air in\nboredom.\n\nVanyel talks to one of the three staffers, a large, orange-furred\nlion, \"Excuse me, Sir, your footpaws look as though they could use a\ngood cleaning. Would you mind if I lick them clean, while I wait to be\ndestroyed on the gallows?\"\n\nWithout waiting for a reply, Vanyel kneels down in front of the\ngorgeous lion. After caressing his legs for a moment, Van lowers his\nhead towards the lion's feet, and runs his nose over the upper side of\nthe feet, breathing deeply and taking in the strong, musky scent of\nthe lion paws. First shyly, then with more vigor, Vanyel touches his\ntongue to the fur on the lion feet, licking and grooming the fur\ncarefully, while moaning in obvious pleasure.\n\nThen he signals the lion to lift his right foot, so that Van can clean\nthe bottom of the lion's feet. After the foot is lifted, Van lies down\non his back, with his face below the lion's foot. Having the lion rest\nhis foot on the dragon's face, he gently licks the lion's pawpads\nclean, while he again enjoys the musk of the foot which now softly\npresses directly on his nose, and gladly swallows the various kinds of\ndust and dirt that come loose from the foot. Meanwhile his purrs of\npleasure become louder and more intense.\n\nAfter Vanyel has treated also the lion's other foot in this way, he\nplayfully pushes the lion's foot against his throat, and, by a sudden\nbut mild shove, pretends that the lion had crushed the dragon's neck\nwith a firm kick. After playing dead for a few seconds, Vanyel gets up\nagain, and faces the lion, smiling. \"Thank you for letting me clean\nyour feet; it has been a pleasure for me.\" He hugs the lion briefly to\nemphasize his thanks.\n\nThereafter Vanyel turns around to face the other guests, who are\nsitting near the walls of the room, one by one, sipping their drinks,\nbut who have been unexpectedly quiet lately. He says aloud, \"As I am a\ncompletely useless and worthless dragon, I will be exterminated\ntonight. Is there anybody who would like to help to destroy me, or\nanyone who would like to join me in being disposed of?\"\n\nAs Damien the tiger hears this, he chuckles quietly, fingering the\nnoose on the rope around his waist. \"That's one yiffy dragon.\nSomebody better claim him soon, or I will.\"\n\nAt this, Vanyel walks over to Damien and kneels down in front of\nhim. Breathing fast, and with his voice trembling just a little bit,\nhe says, \"Good tiger, as you heard me say, I am completely worthless\ndragon trash, which needs to be destroyed, so that it can be disposed\nof. Would you do what is needed, so that tonight my life ends as I\nbecome a mere ornament on that gallows over there?\"\n\nWith that, Vanyel stretches himself out on the ground in front of\nDamien, and gently lifts Damien's right footpaw to place it on his own\nneck, as sign of his submission.\n\nThe 9' tall tiger shifts his weight onto his right footpaw, closing\noff Vanyel's windpipe. \"Here's a sample of what's in store for you,\nthen.\"\n\nVanyel moans in pleasure as he feels the pressure of Damien's warm\nfootpaw on his throat increase. As his breath is shut off completely,\nhe gurgles loudly in obvious lust for his destruction, and gently\ncaresses the tiger's leg that is strangling him. The words \"Here's a\nsample of what's in store for you\" make him shiver in prospect of his\nimpending execution, as he softly fingers the noose that is hanging\nfrom Damien's waist, and as the dragon's cock in its sheath begins to\ngrow a little bit larger...\n\nAs Damien increases the pressure on Vanyel's throat, and digs his\nfootpaw deep into the dragon's neck, Vanyel gargles loudly, and a wave\nof pleasure washes over him. He continues to stroke the leg that is\nchoking him lustily, even as his face is slowly turning blue from lack\nof oxygen.\n\n\"Nighty-night, dear one,\" the tiger says, \"When you wake up, it will\nbe time for you to dangle...\"\n\nAfter some moments, Vanyel's face becomes rigid, and his paws\ndrop to the ground suddenly, as he faints. Vanyel now lies unconscious\nand motionless, with the exception of occasional reflexive twitches of\nvarious body parts.\n\nDamien removes his foot from Vanyel's neck and checks to be sure he's\nstill breathing.\n\nVanyel continues to lie lifeless and prostrate for several long\nseconds. Then, suddenly, he awakes with a deep gasp. As he opens his\neyes, and looks around, the first impression on his face is one of\nconfusion, as though it takes the dragon a few moments to remember\nwhere he is, and what had happened. Then Vanyel sits up, and as he\nlooks into his master's eyes, he is feeling full of pleasure and\ngratitude. \"Thank you master, for giving me this taste of my end. I\ncan't wait to go all the way.\", he says, and gently kisses the footpaw\nthat brought him to the brink of destruction just a minute ago.\n\nDamien grasps the dragon by the neck, pulls his head up level with his\nown, and kisses him. \"Don't worry, dear one. I want you on my\ngallows. And I want to yiff you while you die. It won't be long now.\nNow, why don't you be a good little yifftoy and clean off my footpaws.\nThen you can give me some pleasure. And then you can take your last\nwalk.\"\n\nThe impression on Vanyel's face once again becomes one of pleasure, as\nhe is told that he will end on Damien's gallows tonight. And the\npleasure becomes exuberant, as he further learns that he is to be\nyiffed while he dies. \"Thank you, my master, that you will execute me\non this gallows tonight.\"\n\nWhen Vanyel feels the tiger's strong claw on his neck pulling him\nupwards, he gladly bares his neck with a moan of pleasure, and returns\nhis master's kiss with love, while embracing him firmly.\n\nThe dragon then lets himself drop on his knees once again, burying his\nface between his master's footpaws and taking in their strong, musky,\nerotic scent for what he knows will be the last time in his life. He\ngently starts to lick, first the upper side of the right paw,\ncarefully grooming the fur, and then, equally carefully, he licks the\nleft paw. When Damien sees that he is finished, he lifts his paws one\nby one, so that Vanyel can also clean the bottom of his paws, and the\npawpads. Vanyel does all this with meticulous care, while he moans in\npleasure and lust, enjoying what he regards as the proper place for a\nworthless dragon: first below his master's feet, worthless, then\ndangling from a gallows, discarded.\n\nAfter Vanyel is done with this task, he resumes a kneeling\nposition. He lustily, but slowly and gently runs a single claw across\nhis master's crotch, before he starts to lick there. With his long and\nflexible tongue, he gently caresses his master's sheath, which quickly\ngrows larger, while Vanyel moans in pleasure. As the tip of the\ntiger's cock becomes visible, he gently licks the tip, and then takes\nthe entire cock in his mouth, enjoying the feeling of it further\ngrowing erect within the dragon's maw. While doing so, Vanyel softly\nholds his master's ball sac with his right paw, gently caressing the\ntiger's balls. With his left paw, he runs across Damien's chest,\nenjoying the feeling of the tiger fur, before carefully touching the\ntiger's right nipple and then gently pinching it between two\nclaws. While Vanyel is doing this, he is moaning in exuberant\npleasure, and also his own cock is growing out of its sheath and\nbecoming erect rapidly.\n\nFinally, when his master's cock is fully erect, and Vanyel has the\nwonderfully erotic taste of Damien's pre-cum in his mouth, he releases\nthe cock from his maw, and also the tiger's nipple. By now also\nVanyel's cock is ragingly hard, and dripping pre-cum. With a deep\nsigh, he gives a final kiss on the tip of Damien's cock, and stands\nup. With his breath going rapidly, and him shaking visibly, but\nnevertheless being fully erect and clearly in supreme lust, he looks\nDamien straight into the eyes, and says, \"I suppose it is time now. My\nmaster, please take this snuff toy to the gallows, and break it beyond\nrepair, smash it, destroy it, turn it into garbage.\" The dragon looks\nlongingly towards the nooses dangling on the central stage.\n\nDamien whistles, gestures with his paws. Within a few moments a\nstaffer brings three ropes in the lengths he indicated. Damien ties\nVanyel's forepaws tightly together. Then he uses a longer rope, twice\naround Vanyel's chest, and a third at what would be midriff for a\nhuman, to bind Van's wings tightly.\n\nVanyel lets out a moan of pleasure, as his master lays the length of\nrope around his wrists, binding them together tightly, and again as\nthen his body and his wings are also bound. Playfully, he struggles\nagainst his bonds, and finds them tight and very firm, leaving him no\npossibility of escape. He realizes with both fear and lust, that he\nwill never open his wings again in this life, never again fly in the\nsky.\n\nFinally, Damien picks up the rope that was discarded when Vanyel\nopened his robe to pleasure him. As he pulls the noose open and slips\nit around Vanyel's neck, Vanyel softly kisses the rope, the instrument\nof his destruction. Damien then pulls the noose snug, and about 1\"\ntighter, coiling the rest of the rope around Vanyel's neck. Feeling\nthe choke of the rope, giving him a taste of what is to come, an\nintense wave of pleasure washes over the dragon.\n\nIt is strangely elegant, Vanyel muses to himself, how such a simple\nthing as a noose, just a piece of rope with a knot, can serve to\ndestroy and get rid of such a large dragon as himself. And yet he\nconsiders it fitting that a worthless beast as himself is dispatched\nin the simplest manner possible, without any need for elaborate\ndevices, and without any regard for how easy or painful this death\nwill be for the beast.\n\nDamien takes Vanyel's head between his forepaws and kisses him again,\ndeeply and slow. Feeling the tiger's tongue within him, Vanyel again\nmoans in pleasure, and whispers to Damien, \"Thank you, master. Please\ndo what needs to be done, and what we both know that I deserve and\ncrave. Do not hesitate to break this snuff toy.\"\n\nDamien replies, \"Now it's time to walk to your destiny, young'un.\nI'll help support you if you need it. Not far, just a few yards to\nthe bottom, then 13 steps up. Do it, and you'll get a reward.\"\n\nVanyel then starts to walk towards the gallows on the central\nplatform. As he does so, he realizes with full force that this is\nreally going to be the end. In a few minutes he will be hanging on\nthis gallows, strangled to death, lifeless, broken. He again starts to\ntremble as a primeval fear of death wells up within him, but for\nVanyel, this fear seems to be subordinate to his lust for death - the\nfear only heightens and further intensifies the lusty ecstasy he is\nin.\n\nSo the dragon, paws and wings bound, continues to walk towards the\nplatform on which the gallows are mounted. By the time he reaches it,\nhe trembles so hard that Damien has to support him, or he might have\nstumbled to the ground. But at the same time, his moans are moans of\npleasure, not of terror, and his cock is ragingly hard and dripping\nprecum. As the dragon then proceeds to climb the stairs towards the\nstage, supported and gently pushed onwards by Damien, Vanyel realizes\nthat his feet, which will soon be dangling gently in the breeze, will\nnever again in life touch solid ground again.\n\nDamien follows the dragon up the steps, holding the snufftoy's elbows\nto support part of his weight, occasionally giving him a small push\nwhen he hesitate to take the next step. The staffer, a male badger,\nfollows.\n\nAt last Van is standing under the crossbeam. Damien takes the dragon\nby the hips and shifts him slightly to the center of the\ntrapdoor. While Vanyel looks his master with eyes full of lust, fear\nand love, expectant of what is going to happen next, the staffer hands\nDamien a small bottle, then takes the far end of the rope and shinnies\nup a pole to the crossbeam. He starts to tie it off, but Damien claps\ntwice quickly. The staffer looks down, sees Damien's gesture, and\npulls the rope tighter, until Vanyel has to stand on his toes to\nbreathe. The badger ties the rope securely to the crossbeam, tugs it\ntwice to check the knot, then slides down to the platform.\n\nVanyel moans loudly in lusty ecstasy, as he is standing under the\ngallows' crossbeam and watches the badger tie the rope from his neck\nto the crossbeam. As the badger pulls the dragon up to his toetips\nwith the rope, the dragon murrs with pleasure, being already strangled\nhalfway, and murmurs to Damien, softly but excitedly, \"It feels so\ngood that I am now to be destroyed by this noose, on this gallows. Do\nit now! Break this snufftoy. Turn it into garbage.\"\n\nMeanwhile, Damien looks around. Virtually all activity and\nconversation has stopped. Everybody, guests, staff, spectators, is\nwatching the drama on the gallows. Even the Chef has stopped\npottering around his nook and is watching intently, his forepaws out of\nsight below the counter. Damien and Vanyel are the center of\nattention.\n\nDamien is pleased. He pours some of the bottle's contents onto his\nhands, then spreads it around his raging erection. The young dragon\nhas gotten him so excited that he is leaking pre-cum in a steady\nstream, and he must do this carefully to avoid cumming too soon.\n\nThe tiger looks at his paws, then at the dragon. He takes the\ndragon's hard cock between his paws and rolls it back and forth slowly\nseveral times, watching Vanyel's face to make sure he doesn't send him\nover the edge too soon. A final quick kiss, and Damien walks around\nbehind Vanyel.\n\nDamien takes a damp towel from the staffer and cleans the lube from\nhis paws, then dries then with a second towel.\n\n\"You've been a good Snufftoy, walking up the stairs with only a little\nhelp. So now you get your reward. Lift that tail, Snuffslut.\"\n\nOnce the tail is out of the way, Damien takes Vanyel by the hips and\nslowly eases his way into the dragon's tailhole.\n\nAs Van feels the tiger's cock slowly entering his tailhole, Vanyel\ntrembles in pleasure and in anticipation of his death, his cock\nragingly hard and dripping precum. He proudly looks at all the guests\nwatching his execution. His whispered, \"Thank you master\", are the\nlast words he will ever utter on this world.\n\nDamien grabs the dragon by the shoulders, then counts, \"5\nseconds... 4... 3... 2... 1... now!\"\n\nEven before he closes his mouth at the end of \"now,\" the trapdoor\nfalls. For a moment, the claws on Vanyel's footpaws scratch along its\nwooden surface, then the dragon's feet are without any support.\nVanyel had already been standing on his toetips, so he drops only by a\nfew millimeters, but still, the noose immediately jerks tight around\nhis neck with the force of the dragon's full body weight, digging deep\ninto his throat.\n\nDamien moves slowly within the hanging dragon, yiffing him as Vanyel\nrequested and as they both desire so much.\n\nVanyel gargles loudly as his breath is cut off completely by the\nnoose, his feet pedaling wildly, instinctively looking for support\nthat simply isn't there, his hands and wings struggling wildly, yet\nhopelessly, against their bonds. Meanwhile, the noose about his neck\nis becoming tighter every second, progressing with its slow work of\nthe dragon's destruction. Vanyel realizes this with pleasure and\nexuberant happiness - he is finally being destroyed, and in the way he\nhas always been dreaming of!\n\nAs Vanyel strangles in the noose, Damien speaks quietly into his ear,\n\"Goodbye Vanyel. It's been really nice playing with you. If you have\na brother or a cousin, I hope he stops by our party some time.\"\n\nMeanwhile, the badger speaks quietly to his walkie-talkie.\n\nAll the while, Vanyel is fucked from behind by Damien, at first\ntenderly, then with more and more vigor, heightening Vanyel's\npleasure even more as he feels that he is nearing orgasm.\n\nAlready brought to a near-peak of excitement by the dragon's hot\nmouth, Damien works to control himself. He visualizes a pond full of\ncool water (not easy to do when you are up to the hilt in a hot hole\nthat is spasming around you as the owner hangs, kicking and\nstruggling).\n\nBut finally the excitement, the struggles, the knowledge that his\nsnufftoy will soon be dead, are too much. Suddenly, Damien gives off\na moan of pleasure, as Vanyel feels the hot juices of the tiger squirt\nand flow within his bowels. Damien erupts; spurt after spurt of hot\ncum flow into Vanyel's bowels. He shouts his pleasure as he comes deep\ninto Vanyel's tailhole, slamming his hips against the dragon's buttocks\nand gripping him tightly.\n\nBeing hung by the neck with a noose, and at the same time being fucked\nby his master, for what Vanyel knows will be the last time ever, even\nfeeling his master's cum within him, causes the dragon's body to be\noverwhelmed with pleasure. With a loud gargle, in a wild orgasm like\nnone he has ever experienced before, while straining every fibre in\nhis body against the noose and his bonds, Vanyel squirts his own cum\nin a huge arc onto the platform in front of him.\n\nAfter Vanyel's orgasm finally subsides, his struggles become slower\nand slower, and the dragon's vision begins to blur, as he realizes\nwith happiness and satisfaction that he is about to lose\nconsciousness, and then, finally, to die, like a good snufftoy should.\n\nWhile Vanyel's struggles slow, two more staffers clump up the steps. \nThey stand, watching the hanging dragon and\nDamien yiffing him. Huge erections make it obvious they enjoying\nthis, especially being privileged to watch from only a few yards away.\n\nNot long thereafter, the dragon's motions cease, his legs point limply\ntowards the floor, and his head slumps forward, with his maw halfway\nopen and his long and lithe tongue lolling out. Some drool is dripping\nonto his chin, just as some cum is still dripping from his cock. An\noccasional twitch of the dragon's body shows, however, that the\nsnufftoy is not yet completely dead.\n\n\"Now,\" Damien says, shifting his grip to the dragon's head. The two\nbig furs leap into the air at the same time, and begin to fall\nthrough the open trap. Suddenly, each grabs one of Vanyel's legs,\njerking him down hard. At the same time, Damien gives the dragon's\nhead a sudden jerk back and to the side.\n\nUnder the combined forces of Damien violently jerking Vanyel's head\nback and to the side, and of the two furs jerking on the\ndragon's legs, the snuffboy's neck breaks with a loud crack. His body\nconvulses one last time, and then becomes completely still, as the\ntwo furs release their grip on the dragon's legs\nagain and jump to the ground below.\n\nNow the scene is completely quiet, almost peaceful. Vanyel hangs in\nhis noose, dead, with his neck twisted and his head flopping\nunnaturally to a side, his jaw halfway open, his sharp teeth (which\nwill now never bite again) showing and his long tongue hanging out. A\nthin stream of blood, mixed with spittle, drips out of the dragon's\nmuzzle and down his chin. On the spots on his hands and wings where\nthey are bound by the rope, the marks of Vanyel's last fight against\nthe noose are still visible, and the dragon's footpaws point in a\ngentle angle towards the floor, limply. From the dragon's cock, in\ndeath as erect as it was in life, the last few drops of cum are still\ndripping.\n\nThen, in death, Vanyel's body has lost control over its bladder, and\nnow his last pee, still warm, is flowing freely along his cock, and\nfrom there, over his legs and feet, dripping to the ground from his\nsharp claws.\n\nBut the expression on Vanyel's face is one of happiness. The happiness\nof a snuffboy that has achieved his purpose.\n",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "Disposal of a Dragon
by A. P. Damien and Vanyel Stargazer
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From the outside the snuff den looks like just one more rave, a big
building with a bouncer at the door, velvet ropes, etc. It doesn't
look very successful, maybe not enough publicity - the line outside is
very short.
Inside, it's a lot different. Instead of a big dance floor, there's a
bunch of tables, chairs, sofas and even beds. There's a stack of
three-legged stools in one corner. All the furniture except the
stools is obviously heavy and not easily moved. In the middle is a
raised platform with four nooses and four trapdoors. There's also a
large tank filled with water and a wide board you can strap a fur to,
then dip their head into the water.
Each wall has a bar with a bartender and trays of sandwiches. There's
a roo in a chef's toque standing over a bar-be-cue grill in an alcove
next to the stage.
A tiger stands on a stage at the back of the room. He is wearing a
silken robe, with a rope as a belt at the waist; there's a noose tied
in one end of the rope. There's also a thin silk cord wrapped around
his left wrist. A thin plastic cord hangs around his neck, holding a
badge with a large "T".
"Your attention please. (pause) Hello, everybody. I'm Damien, your
host at this snuff party. Most of you know me, or at least have heard
of me. If not, you can visit my story fair at
http://www.nyx.net/~anon3a9c/fair/
"Before the party starts, let me explain the rules and about the
badges. We have three kinds of badges. Those with a "T" like mine
are for tops. Those with a large "B" are for bottoms. The ones with
"OB" are for "owned bottoms": those whose Master has brought them here
and wants to retain control of who gets to use them and how.
"If you want to participate, you must wear a badge somewhere visible
on your body, designating yourself a Top or a Bottom. If you're not
wearing a badge, you can only watch.
"You're allowed to come back and change badges if you want. But be
aware: if you're wearing a B, you're a sex toy - anybody can tie you
up, yiff you any way they like, even snuff you, and you're expected to
cooperate.
"An OB means that your Master decides who can have sex with you and/or
snuff you. An owned bottom can wander around, but should stay within
sight of his/her Master (except in the loo). The staff will only give
out OB badges to furs who are accompanied by someone who takes a "T"
badge. Bouncers check for OBs acting too free - they may grab you,
and if nobody claims you, you will be given a B instead.
While Damien makes his welcome speech, a young male dragon enters the
room. He is perhaps six feet tall, has yellowish-green scales, and
large leathery wings. He radiates a cheerful and happy mood, as his
blue eyes twinkle in good humor.
After Damien has finished his speech, Vanyel walks up to the tiger,
and says "Hi, I am Vanyel, or Van for short. I am looking to get
snuffed tonight, preferably by another male. I would go willingly
with anyone who would bind me and lead me to the gallows to execute
me", eying the four nooses on the central platform with respect, but
also with obvious lust. "Or put me to death in any other way he
pleases. Perhaps strangle me... or suffocate me with a plastic
bag... or crush my neck with his strong footpaws...", Van's voice is
trailing off as he starts to dream of the multitudes of ways in which
his end might be arranged. Snapping back to reality, he faces the
tiger again, and says, "Well, could you hand me a B badge?"
Damien puts a heavy forepaw on Vanyel's shoulder, guiding him to the
badge table. Vanyel flinches slightly as he feels the tiger's forepaw,
but then appears to enjoy the contact. At the table he asks for a B
badge in the form of a pendant, which he hangs around his neck.
"Grab a drink at the bar. Go out and mix with the other guests. I
prefer to leave some bottoms for the other tops, but I guarantee that
if nobody else does you, I will personally take care of it. Have a
nice execution."
Vanyel's usually yellowish-green face turns a light shade of red, as
he blushes hotly at these words from Damien. All he manages is to
stutter, "Tha... *gulp* thank you."
Damien just smiles at Vanyel, and nods. Then he walks around the room,
talking to various furs, finding out what they want and/or need, and
generally being the charming host. But there's always that sense of
danger - if you're wearing a B, he might just take that cord from his
wrist and wrap it around your neck...
Meanwhile Vanyel, having recovered a bit, still looks at the tiger
with obvious interest. However, for the time being, he walks over to
the bar to get a drink. With a Coke in forepaw, he then walks around
the room, and tries to make contact with the other guests of the
party; this is not so easy for him as he is usually rather shy with
people he does not know well. He looks around for guests (or hosts...)
that might be interested in engaging in a conversation (or more) with
him.
After some time, Damien returns to Vanyel to chat a bit. He says,
"I've got three questions for our draconic future gallows-decoration:
First, are you prepared to go bravely, or do we have to drag you to
the gallows? Second, what are you willing to give your executioner in
the way of payment, for example, what about sexual favors? And third,
is there any yiffing you'd like just before or during your hanging?"
Vanyel purrs softly and in obvious pleasure at the words "future
gallows-decoration". He then says, "I came here out of my own free
will, so that this useless and worthless dragon may be disposed of. I
will therefore go gladly with anyone who will lead me to the gallows
to end my existence. I would feel safer, though, if he will tie me up
under the gallows, before he nooses me, so that I cannot lose my
nerve in the last second. I promise, however, that I will try not to
struggle until I dangle in the air and it does not matter anymore."
"I will gladly honour any request my executioner might ask of me, and
will happily let myself be used for any sexual purpose, before I am
put to death. I would also take pleasure in showing my respect for my
executioner by licking his footpaws clean, if he so desires, before he
ends my life. And lastly... I admit... it would be a pleasure for
me, if I were yiffed while I slowly strangle on that gallows.", he
ends his reply, as he once again eyes somewhat fearfully, yet at the
same time very lustily, towards the nooses on the central stage.
Damien chuckles, "Oh, you're a hot one. Just you wait! If nobody
else grabs you soon..." Then he has another idea and adds, "While
you're waiting, you may clean off the footpads of all the staffers in
tiger-stripe jackets, plus the three at the badge desk."
Vanyel murrs in pleasure; apparently he likes Damien's suggestion very
much. He walks back to the badge desk, which is rather vacant at the
moment. The staffers there are thus idle, looking at the air in
boredom.
Vanyel talks to one of the three staffers, a large, orange-furred
lion, "Excuse me, Sir, your footpaws look as though they could use a
good cleaning. Would you mind if I lick them clean, while I wait to be
destroyed on the gallows?"
Without waiting for a reply, Vanyel kneels down in front of the
gorgeous lion. After caressing his legs for a moment, Van lowers his
head towards the lion's feet, and runs his nose over the upper side of
the feet, breathing deeply and taking in the strong, musky scent of
the lion paws. First shyly, then with more vigor, Vanyel touches his
tongue to the fur on the lion feet, licking and grooming the fur
carefully, while moaning in obvious pleasure.
Then he signals the lion to lift his right foot, so that Van can clean
the bottom of the lion's feet. After the foot is lifted, Van lies down
on his back, with his face below the lion's foot. Having the lion rest
his foot on the dragon's face, he gently licks the lion's pawpads
clean, while he again enjoys the musk of the foot which now softly
presses directly on his nose, and gladly swallows the various kinds of
dust and dirt that come loose from the foot. Meanwhile his purrs of
pleasure become louder and more intense.
After Vanyel has treated also the lion's other foot in this way, he
playfully pushes the lion's foot against his throat, and, by a sudden
but mild shove, pretends that the lion had crushed the dragon's neck
with a firm kick. After playing dead for a few seconds, Vanyel gets up
again, and faces the lion, smiling. "Thank you for letting me clean
your feet; it has been a pleasure for me." He hugs the lion briefly to
emphasize his thanks.
Thereafter Vanyel turns around to face the other guests, who are
sitting near the walls of the room, one by one, sipping their drinks,
but who have been unexpectedly quiet lately. He says aloud, "As I am a
completely useless and worthless dragon, I will be exterminated
tonight. Is there anybody who would like to help to destroy me, or
anyone who would like to join me in being disposed of?"
As Damien the tiger hears this, he chuckles quietly, fingering the
noose on the rope around his waist. "That's one yiffy dragon.
Somebody better claim him soon, or I will."
At this, Vanyel walks over to Damien and kneels down in front of
him. Breathing fast, and with his voice trembling just a little bit,
he says, "Good tiger, as you heard me say, I am completely worthless
dragon trash, which needs to be destroyed, so that it can be disposed
of. Would you do what is needed, so that tonight my life ends as I
become a mere ornament on that gallows over there?"
With that, Vanyel stretches himself out on the ground in front of
Damien, and gently lifts Damien's right footpaw to place it on his own
neck, as sign of his submission.
The 9' tall tiger shifts his weight onto his right footpaw, closing
off Vanyel's windpipe. "Here's a sample of what's in store for you,
then."
Vanyel moans in pleasure as he feels the pressure of Damien's warm
footpaw on his throat increase. As his breath is shut off completely,
he gurgles loudly in obvious lust for his destruction, and gently
caresses the tiger's leg that is strangling him. The words "Here's a
sample of what's in store for you" make him shiver in prospect of his
impending execution, as he softly fingers the noose that is hanging
from Damien's waist, and as the dragon's cock in its sheath begins to
grow a little bit larger...
As Damien increases the pressure on Vanyel's throat, and digs his
footpaw deep into the dragon's neck, Vanyel gargles loudly, and a wave
of pleasure washes over him. He continues to stroke the leg that is
choking him lustily, even as his face is slowly turning blue from lack
of oxygen.
"Nighty-night, dear one," the tiger says, "When you wake up, it will
be time for you to dangle..."
After some moments, Vanyel's face becomes rigid, and his paws
drop to the ground suddenly, as he faints. Vanyel now lies unconscious
and motionless, with the exception of occasional reflexive twitches of
various body parts.
Damien removes his foot from Vanyel's neck and checks to be sure he's
still breathing.
Vanyel continues to lie lifeless and prostrate for several long
seconds. Then, suddenly, he awakes with a deep gasp. As he opens his
eyes, and looks around, the first impression on his face is one of
confusion, as though it takes the dragon a few moments to remember
where he is, and what had happened. Then Vanyel sits up, and as he
looks into his master's eyes, he is feeling full of pleasure and
gratitude. "Thank you master, for giving me this taste of my end. I
can't wait to go all the way.", he says, and gently kisses the footpaw
that brought him to the brink of destruction just a minute ago.
Damien grasps the dragon by the neck, pulls his head up level with his
own, and kisses him. "Don't worry, dear one. I want you on my
gallows. And I want to yiff you while you die. It won't be long now.
Now, why don't you be a good little yifftoy and clean off my footpaws.
Then you can give me some pleasure. And then you can take your last
walk."
The impression on Vanyel's face once again becomes one of pleasure, as
he is told that he will end on Damien's gallows tonight. And the
pleasure becomes exuberant, as he further learns that he is to be
yiffed while he dies. "Thank you, my master, that you will execute me
on this gallows tonight."
When Vanyel feels the tiger's strong claw on his neck pulling him
upwards, he gladly bares his neck with a moan of pleasure, and returns
his master's kiss with love, while embracing him firmly.
The dragon then lets himself drop on his knees once again, burying his
face between his master's footpaws and taking in their strong, musky,
erotic scent for what he knows will be the last time in his life. He
gently starts to lick, first the upper side of the right paw,
carefully grooming the fur, and then, equally carefully, he licks the
left paw. When Damien sees that he is finished, he lifts his paws one
by one, so that Vanyel can also clean the bottom of his paws, and the
pawpads. Vanyel does all this with meticulous care, while he moans in
pleasure and lust, enjoying what he regards as the proper place for a
worthless dragon: first below his master's feet, worthless, then
dangling from a gallows, discarded.
After Vanyel is done with this task, he resumes a kneeling
position. He lustily, but slowly and gently runs a single claw across
his master's crotch, before he starts to lick there. With his long and
flexible tongue, he gently caresses his master's sheath, which quickly
grows larger, while Vanyel moans in pleasure. As the tip of the
tiger's cock becomes visible, he gently licks the tip, and then takes
the entire cock in his mouth, enjoying the feeling of it further
growing erect within the dragon's maw. While doing so, Vanyel softly
holds his master's ball sac with his right paw, gently caressing the
tiger's balls. With his left paw, he runs across Damien's chest,
enjoying the feeling of the tiger fur, before carefully touching the
tiger's right nipple and then gently pinching it between two
claws. While Vanyel is doing this, he is moaning in exuberant
pleasure, and also his own cock is growing out of its sheath and
becoming erect rapidly.
Finally, when his master's cock is fully erect, and Vanyel has the
wonderfully erotic taste of Damien's pre-cum in his mouth, he releases
the cock from his maw, and also the tiger's nipple. By now also
Vanyel's cock is ragingly hard, and dripping pre-cum. With a deep
sigh, he gives a final kiss on the tip of Damien's cock, and stands
up. With his breath going rapidly, and him shaking visibly, but
nevertheless being fully erect and clearly in supreme lust, he looks
Damien straight into the eyes, and says, "I suppose it is time now. My
master, please take this snuff toy to the gallows, and break it beyond
repair, smash it, destroy it, turn it into garbage." The dragon looks
longingly towards the nooses dangling on the central stage.
Damien whistles, gestures with his paws. Within a few moments a
staffer brings three ropes in the lengths he indicated. Damien ties
Vanyel's forepaws tightly together. Then he uses a longer rope, twice
around Vanyel's chest, and a third at what would be midriff for a
human, to bind Van's wings tightly.
Vanyel lets out a moan of pleasure, as his master lays the length of
rope around his wrists, binding them together tightly, and again as
then his body and his wings are also bound. Playfully, he struggles
against his bonds, and finds them tight and very firm, leaving him no
possibility of escape. He realizes with both fear and lust, that he
will never open his wings again in this life, never again fly in the
sky.
Finally, Damien picks up the rope that was discarded when Vanyel
opened his robe to pleasure him. As he pulls the noose open and slips
it around Vanyel's neck, Vanyel softly kisses the rope, the instrument
of his destruction. Damien then pulls the noose snug, and about 1"
tighter, coiling the rest of the rope around Vanyel's neck. Feeling
the choke of the rope, giving him a taste of what is to come, an
intense wave of pleasure washes over the dragon.
It is strangely elegant, Vanyel muses to himself, how such a simple
thing as a noose, just a piece of rope with a knot, can serve to
destroy and get rid of such a large dragon as himself. And yet he
considers it fitting that a worthless beast as himself is dispatched
in the simplest manner possible, without any need for elaborate
devices, and without any regard for how easy or painful this death
will be for the beast.
Damien takes Vanyel's head between his forepaws and kisses him again,
deeply and slow. Feeling the tiger's tongue within him, Vanyel again
moans in pleasure, and whispers to Damien, "Thank you, master. Please
do what needs to be done, and what we both know that I deserve and
crave. Do not hesitate to break this snuff toy."
Damien replies, "Now it's time to walk to your destiny, young'un.
I'll help support you if you need it. Not far, just a few yards to
the bottom, then 13 steps up. Do it, and you'll get a reward."
Vanyel then starts to walk towards the gallows on the central
platform. As he does so, he realizes with full force that this is
really going to be the end. In a few minutes he will be hanging on
this gallows, strangled to death, lifeless, broken. He again starts to
tremble as a primeval fear of death wells up within him, but for
Vanyel, this fear seems to be subordinate to his lust for death - the
fear only heightens and further intensifies the lusty ecstasy he is
in.
So the dragon, paws and wings bound, continues to walk towards the
platform on which the gallows are mounted. By the time he reaches it,
he trembles so hard that Damien has to support him, or he might have
stumbled to the ground. But at the same time, his moans are moans of
pleasure, not of terror, and his cock is ragingly hard and dripping
precum. As the dragon then proceeds to climb the stairs towards the
stage, supported and gently pushed onwards by Damien, Vanyel realizes
that his feet, which will soon be dangling gently in the breeze, will
never again in life touch solid ground again.
Damien follows the dragon up the steps, holding the snufftoy's elbows
to support part of his weight, occasionally giving him a small push
when he hesitate to take the next step. The staffer, a male badger,
follows.
At last Van is standing under the crossbeam. Damien takes the dragon
by the hips and shifts him slightly to the center of the
trapdoor. While Vanyel looks his master with eyes full of lust, fear
and love, expectant of what is going to happen next, the staffer hands
Damien a small bottle, then takes the far end of the rope and shinnies
up a pole to the crossbeam. He starts to tie it off, but Damien claps
twice quickly. The staffer looks down, sees Damien's gesture, and
pulls the rope tighter, until Vanyel has to stand on his toes to
breathe. The badger ties the rope securely to the crossbeam, tugs it
twice to check the knot, then slides down to the platform.
Vanyel moans loudly in lusty ecstasy, as he is standing under the
gallows' crossbeam and watches the badger tie the rope from his neck
to the crossbeam. As the badger pulls the dragon up to his toetips
with the rope, the dragon murrs with pleasure, being already strangled
halfway, and murmurs to Damien, softly but excitedly, "It feels so
good that I am now to be destroyed by this noose, on this gallows. Do
it now! Break this snufftoy. Turn it into garbage."
Meanwhile, Damien looks around. Virtually all activity and
conversation has stopped. Everybody, guests, staff, spectators, is
watching the drama on the gallows. Even the Chef has stopped
pottering around his nook and is watching intently, his forepaws out of
sight below the counter. Damien and Vanyel are the center of
attention.
Damien is pleased. He pours some of the bottle's contents onto his
hands, then spreads it around his raging erection. The young dragon
has gotten him so excited that he is leaking pre-cum in a steady
stream, and he must do this carefully to avoid cumming too soon.
The tiger looks at his paws, then at the dragon. He takes the
dragon's hard cock between his paws and rolls it back and forth slowly
several times, watching Vanyel's face to make sure he doesn't send him
over the edge too soon. A final quick kiss, and Damien walks around
behind Vanyel.
Damien takes a damp towel from the staffer and cleans the lube from
his paws, then dries then with a second towel.
"You've been a good Snufftoy, walking up the stairs with only a little
help. So now you get your reward. Lift that tail, Snuffslut."
Once the tail is out of the way, Damien takes Vanyel by the hips and
slowly eases his way into the dragon's tailhole.
As Van feels the tiger's cock slowly entering his tailhole, Vanyel
trembles in pleasure and in anticipation of his death, his cock
ragingly hard and dripping precum. He proudly looks at all the guests
watching his execution. His whispered, "Thank you master", are the
last words he will ever utter on this world.
Damien grabs the dragon by the shoulders, then counts, "5
seconds... 4... 3... 2... 1... now!"
Even before he closes his mouth at the end of "now," the trapdoor
falls. For a moment, the claws on Vanyel's footpaws scratch along its
wooden surface, then the dragon's feet are without any support.
Vanyel had already been standing on his toetips, so he drops only by a
few millimeters, but still, the noose immediately jerks tight around
his neck with the force of the dragon's full body weight, digging deep
into his throat.
Damien moves slowly within the hanging dragon, yiffing him as Vanyel
requested and as they both desire so much.
Vanyel gargles loudly as his breath is cut off completely by the
noose, his feet pedaling wildly, instinctively looking for support
that simply isn't there, his hands and wings struggling wildly, yet
hopelessly, against their bonds. Meanwhile, the noose about his neck
is becoming tighter every second, progressing with its slow work of
the dragon's destruction. Vanyel realizes this with pleasure and
exuberant happiness - he is finally being destroyed, and in the way he
has always been dreaming of!
As Vanyel strangles in the noose, Damien speaks quietly into his ear,
"Goodbye Vanyel. It's been really nice playing with you. If you have
a brother or a cousin, I hope he stops by our party some time."
Meanwhile, the badger speaks quietly to his walkie-talkie.
All the while, Vanyel is fucked from behind by Damien, at first
tenderly, then with more and more vigor, heightening Vanyel's
pleasure even more as he feels that he is nearing orgasm.
Already brought to a near-peak of excitement by the dragon's hot
mouth, Damien works to control himself. He visualizes a pond full of
cool water (not easy to do when you are up to the hilt in a hot hole
that is spasming around you as the owner hangs, kicking and
struggling).
But finally the excitement, the struggles, the knowledge that his
snufftoy will soon be dead, are too much. Suddenly, Damien gives off
a moan of pleasure, as Vanyel feels the hot juices of the tiger squirt
and flow within his bowels. Damien erupts; spurt after spurt of hot
cum flow into Vanyel's bowels. He shouts his pleasure as he comes deep
into Vanyel's tailhole, slamming his hips against the dragon's buttocks
and gripping him tightly.
Being hung by the neck with a noose, and at the same time being fucked
by his master, for what Vanyel knows will be the last time ever, even
feeling his master's cum within him, causes the dragon's body to be
overwhelmed with pleasure. With a loud gargle, in a wild orgasm like
none he has ever experienced before, while straining every fibre in
his body against the noose and his bonds, Vanyel squirts his own cum
in a huge arc onto the platform in front of him.
After Vanyel's orgasm finally subsides, his struggles become slower
and slower, and the dragon's vision begins to blur, as he realizes
with happiness and satisfaction that he is about to lose
consciousness, and then, finally, to die, like a good snufftoy should.
While Vanyel's struggles slow, two more staffers clump up the steps.
They stand, watching the hanging dragon and
Damien yiffing him. Huge erections make it obvious they enjoying
this, especially being privileged to watch from only a few yards away.
Not long thereafter, the dragon's motions cease, his legs point limply
towards the floor, and his head slumps forward, with his maw halfway
open and his long and lithe tongue lolling out. Some drool is dripping
onto his chin, just as some cum is still dripping from his cock. An
occasional twitch of the dragon's body shows, however, that the
snufftoy is not yet completely dead.
"Now," Damien says, shifting his grip to the dragon's head. The two
big furs leap into the air at the same time, and begin to fall
through the open trap. Suddenly, each grabs one of Vanyel's legs,
jerking him down hard. At the same time, Damien gives the dragon's
head a sudden jerk back and to the side.
Under the combined forces of Damien violently jerking Vanyel's head
back and to the side, and of the two furs jerking on the
dragon's legs, the snuffboy's neck breaks with a loud crack. His body
convulses one last time, and then becomes completely still, as the
two furs release their grip on the dragon's legs
again and jump to the ground below.
Now the scene is completely quiet, almost peaceful. Vanyel hangs in
his noose, dead, with his neck twisted and his head flopping
unnaturally to a side, his jaw halfway open, his sharp teeth (which
will now never bite again) showing and his long tongue hanging out. A
thin stream of blood, mixed with spittle, drips out of the dragon's
muzzle and down his chin. On the spots on his hands and wings where
they are bound by the rope, the marks of Vanyel's last fight against
the noose are still visible, and the dragon's footpaws point in a
gentle angle towards the floor, limply. From the dragon's cock, in
death as erect as it was in life, the last few drops of cum are still
dripping.
Then, in death, Vanyel's body has lost control over its bladder, and
now his last pee, still warm, is flowing freely along his cock, and
from there, over his legs and feet, dripping to the ground from his
sharp claws.
But the expression on Vanyel's face is one of happiness. The happiness
of a snuffboy that has achieved his purpose.
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