"Everybody knows that everybody dies. But not every day. 
	Not this day. Some days are special. Some days are so, 
	so blessed. Somedays nobody dies at all. Now and then, 
	and once in a very long while, every day in a million days, 
	when the wind stands fair and the Doctor comes to call, 
	everybody lives."
				--- Professor River Song
				    Doctor Who


                               ._o*O*o_.


FAIR WARNING! This story focuses on the "snuffie" fetish, which is, in
the words of Alex Reynard, "sort of a giggling cousin to the snuff
fetish". That is, this story contains explicit and detailed
descriptions of consensual acts of killing (furry) people. However,
within the magical world of the story, these killing cause neither
pain nor permanent damage; rather, they are a source of exuberant
sexual pleasure. If this does not appeal to you, please stop reading
right now. If you think that it is wrong or sick to write or enjoy
fantasies like this, please go away and never come back.

This story also contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts between
consenting male furries, many of them intermingled with the snuffie.
If you do not like this, please do not continue reading either.

However, if these things _do_ appeal to you, then I hope that you
have fun reading this story.


                               ._o*O*o_.


In speechless and utter admiration, I dedicate this story to the
ever-awesome Alex Reynard, who is guilty of writing the Bartleby
stories and thereby giving me that snuffie fetish in the first place.

His stories are a masterful melange made up from the distillate of
love, compassion, and well-wishing (which makes me feel all loved and
safe); deep philosophical insight (which makes me thoughtful in a good
way); plain and good-natured, exhilarating fun (which makes me laugh
deliriously); and a hearty dose of yiff, both snuffie and otherwise
(which makes me hard as a rock). In the Bartleby tales in particular,
all these ingredients are united in a crazily awesome, breathtaking
and mind-boggling, whole and complete package, which amounts to so far
more than the sum of its parts would.

Alex, you have twisted my mind beyond recognition -- and yes, THIS IS
A COMPLIMENT!


                               ._o*O*o_.


So now, without further ado, I present to you ...



A Tale of Snuffie Valley   -by-   Vanyel Stargazer
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Once upon a time, there was a young wolf, and his name was Mikey
Stargazer. Mikey was very good-looking with his beautiful gray-white
fur, even for his young age. He lived in a lonely, small village
surrounded by a large forest, with no other settlements within fifty
miles. When Mikey was bored with the people of his village, which
happened very often (as you might imagine), he liked to take long
walks in the forest. He was on such a walk on the day of which I will
now tell.

After he had walked for some hours, he noticed with a start that he
was in a part of the forest he had never seen before. In fact, he
realized that, having wandered deep in thought for hours, he could not
even remember the direction of the compass he had walked in for most
of the time.  Mikey had to admit to himself that he, who was the best
in his entire village at finding his way (or at least, so he claimed),
was lost. 

However, in the spot where he was right now, there was only the path
in front of him, and the same path in his back, and trees and
impenetrable thicket to either side of him, so he had essentially no
choice but to keep on walking. This he did, with a tingle of
nervousness.

It took him about half an hour of walking in this manner before the
scenery finally changed, with Mikey arriving at a sunny clearing.  As
he looked around, breathing the pleasantly hot summer air, which
seemed vibrant with life, and listening to the tweeting birds, his
nervousness subsided a bit. He walked through the high grass, which
gently caressed his footpaws, until he noticed something lying in the
grass. As Mikey came closer, he realized that the "something" actually
was a fox; the fox was so still and without even the motion of
breathing that Mikey was sure that he was dead. But even while Mikey
was still contemplating the scene, all of a sudden the fox sat up,
stretched, and beamed at the boy, saying merrily "Hiya! It's a mighty
nice day today, isn't it?"

Mikey, who had flinched a bit at the unexpected motion of the fox, now
breathed in relief, realizing that the fox was in fact perfectly
alive.  "Yes, mister fox, today certainly is a nice day.  And I am
relieved to see that you are alive and well; I was afraid that you
might be dead as I saw you lying there so motionless."

Mikey could not help notice how handsome this young male fox, who was
just barely grown-up, looked. For a moment his thoughts wandered off
to a yiffy vision of what they might do together ... but Mikey was
jerked back to reality, as the fox answered "But why should you think
that I am dead? I feel very much alive!"; however, there was a strange
glint in the fox's eyes which Mikey did not quite understand.

The fox continued, "What does a young, vulnerable boy like you do in
this eeevil part of the forest at such a nightly time of the day?",
smiling; as it was high noon with the sun shining brightly, it was
clear that the fox's worry was completely feigned in good humor.

Mikey was a bit uneasy with the question, however, not liking to admit
that he had got lost. "Weeeeell, hmmm, I was just taking a walk from
my village, when ..." -- "... you got lost, obviously.", the fox
finished Mikey's sentence for him with a grin. "Well, do you want me
to simply show you the way back to the village, or would you prefer to
see where I live first? I'm Rickie, by the way."

"Oh, and I am Mikey, and it's nice to meet you!"  However Mikey was a
bit unsure how to reply to Rickie's question. On the one hand, Mikey
was inclined to resolve his problem of being lost as fast as possible,
and he was afraid that his folks might get worried if he stayed away
too long. On the other hand, the prospect of spending more time with
this handsome fox was really quite ... irresistible, and so he
eventually said, somewhat hesitantly, "I think I would enjoy seeing
where you live.".

"That's great, I look forward to showing you around.", Rickie said,
grinning widely. In fact, Rickie was as fond of Mikey from the very
moment he first saw him, as Mikey was of Rickie, so Rickie was very
happy that Mikey was going to spend more time with him. 

However, Rickie continued in a more serious tone: "When I show you the
place where I live with my friends, you will see them and me do things
to one another which must seem very strange, dangerous and even
harmful to you. Please bear one thing in mind: All of these things are
done in good fun, the guys who do them are enjoying these actions
enormously (even if it might not seem to you that way at first) and
they do it only for this simple reason, namely that they enjoy
it. Nothing whatsoever of what they do causes any permanent harm to
them, even if might appear to. So will you promise me that you will
look upon my friends and me without any prejudice, bearing these facts
in mind?"

Mikey had actually become somewhat curious at this description. He
wondered what the fox and his friends might do with one another, that
would have such a dangerous appearance, but still is so enjoyable and
fun. He could not imagine what it might be. But Mikey already knew
many different people with many different interests and who did many,
many different things. He had decided for himself long ago that if
people agree to do things with each other out of their own free will,
whatever these things may be, as long as no harm be caused to anybody
by them, there could be nothing wrong with it. He had applied this
principle many times by now, and was confident that he would also
apply it to the fox and his friends.  Thus he replied firmly "Yes, I
promise."

Rickie smiled again as he said "Well, so that's settled. Then let's
go", and he got up and walked to the fringe of the clearing, with
Mikey following right behind. The fox quickly steered to a specific
point, where it turned out that there was another path hidden in the
thicket, which Mikey had not noticed before. Along that path they then
walked for some time, until they were led out of the forest and into a
valley.  "Welcome to Snuffie Valley", Rickie said cheerfully.

It was a wonderfully pleasant, green valley, exuding the sights,
sounds and smells of life. It was that kind of valley of which a fairy
tale might say that milk and honey runs in it. Thinking of the name of
the valley that Rickie had just stated, Mikey wondered if the word
"Snuffie" actually meant something, or if it was just a name. But he
had no answer to this question. Rickie then continued with a grin, as
if he had read Mikey's thoughts, "You will soon enough find out what
'snuffie' means. Prepare for a shocking surprise, as I have
promised. Let's go to the lads' playground."

They walked down into the valley, and onto a sun-shined meadow.  There
there were many furries, of all kind of species, all of them young
males around the age of adolescence, and they were all entangled with
each other an exuberant sexual orgy. They caressed one another, kissed
and licked, inserted their cocks into every possible opening of one
another's body, and did all the other of those extremely pleasant
actions which are generally described by the word "yiff", and with
which Mikey were, in spite of his young age, already exceedingly
familiar. The atmosphere was permeated by the happy, lustful moans and
yips of the furs pleasuring and being pleasured in various ways, along
with the occasional laughter and chatter. All in all, the mood was
very cheerful and happy.

Already Mikey was wondering to himself if he might dare ask if he
could join in, when he watched a young raccoon boy standing on a chair
below a tree and receiving a blow job from a very buff and handsome,
adolescent tiger. But what Mikey then saw made his heart skip a beat.
The tiger got up from servicing the raccoon, took a rope and tied one
end of it around the neck of the raccoon in the fashion of a noose!
Surely, he wasn't going to ...? But the tiger then indeed tied the
other end of the rope to the tree branch above the raccoon's
head. "But.. but.. what are they doing there?!", Mikey stammered to
Rickie. However, Rickie did not seem to be surprised at all by these
proceedings. He just smiled and said "Wait and see. And remember what
I told you: everything here is done out of free will, and no one is
harmed in any way."

By this time, the tiger had gone back to licking the cock of the
raccoon boy, who was standing on his chair with the noose around his
neck, the rope being tied firmly to the tree branch without any slack
whatsoever. The raccoon, in spite of his predicament, was cooing and
yipping in manifest pleasure. He moaned, "Oh please, please do it
now!". At this, the tiger, slowly and deliberately, with obvious lust,
but still carefully and gently, pulled the raccoon's feet off the
chair and in this manner hanged him by his neck! The raccoon gargled
as the noose constricted his neck, being unable to breathe, and
struggled against the knot. But all the time, he continued to moan in
apparent pleasure (though being strangled by the rope), obviously
being turned on enormously by being hanged, and his tail wagged
happily.

While the tiger continued to suck the cock of the dangling raccoon,
the latter's moans of pleasure became faster and more intense as he
was nearing orgasm. Finally, in supreme ecstasy, and yipping as loudly
as the noose permitted him, the raccoon shot his cum right into the
tiger's muzzle, who was licking and swallowing every bit of cum from
the raging hard raccoon cock. As the raccoon's orgasm finally
subsided, his struggles became slower, and it was obvious that he was
nearing his end. Soon he was only twitching weakly at the end of his
rope.  When the tiger realized this, he firmly gripped the raccoon's
legs and lifted him up a few inches, then jerked his legs down
forcibly. With a loud crack, the raccoon's neck broke, and he hanged
now dead and motionless in his noose, his head flopping unnaturally to
a side, and small streams of blood dripping from his mouth and
nose. His face, however, still expressed the ecstasy and pleasure he
had enjoyed.

Mikey was utterly confused. On the one hand he was completely
terrified by what seemed to be an unspeakably cruel, a murderous game;
what madness might have entered the tiger's mind to kill his lover in
this way? On the other hand, the raccoon had only gotten what he had
asked for, and it had been absolutely plain that he had enjoyed his
hanging enormously, as inexplicable as this might be. Moreover, Mikey
remembered what Rickie had said, that there was no harm whatsoever in
anything done here.

"Rickie, how can this be? You promised to me that nobody will get hurt
here, but still that poor raccoon boy hanging from the tree is dead as
a doornail, murdered by his own lover!" Rickie, who was still
grinning, replied "Don't you worry. He's not dead for real, just
watch!" As he spoke, the tiger was cutting the rope from which the
raccoon dangled, and he carefully lowered the body to the ground, then
removed the noose from the raccoon's neck. Just moments thereafter,
the raccoon miraculously, inexplicably, surprisingly, astonishingly,
suddenly opened his eyes and smiled at the tiger. He stood up, as if
nothing had happened, and hugged and caressed the tiger. "Thank you
for snuffing me," he murmured.

Mikey had to admit to himself with some reluctance that he had
actually enjoyed watching that raccoon asking to be hanged, then
struggling joyfully at the end of his rope, slowly strangling to
death, while being in the throes of orgasm, then becoming weaker and
weaker, finally dangling lifelessly with a broken neck. And, with more
reluctance, he had to admit that this enjoyment was of a sexual
nature.  In fact, Mikey's cock had taken a little peek out of his
sheath. 

Mikey also realized that his enjoyment of the scene had been amplified
greatly by the fact that the apparent victim of the hanging had
himself desired to be hanged, and had clearly enjoyed the experience,
moreover also by Rickie's promise that he would not die or even suffer
for real.

Mikey thought back to the time when he was little and was watching
western movies on TV. Already back then, as he now remembered, when he
saw a hanging in such a movie, he had wondered what it might be like
to be hanged: to be led onto the gallows, being stood on a barrel
under the noose, getting the noose put around your neck, and then
finally being pushed off the chair, dangling from the rope, which
constricts your windpipe so that you cannot breathe, and then slowly
strangling to death.  Or alternatively, to be dropped through a
trapdoor to an instant death of having your neck broken at the end of
the noose.

"You see, this is what snuffie means.", Rickie now explained. "We kill
each other for sexual pleasure, as you just saw with Ty the tiger and
Raccy the raccoon. As I said, we do it because all involved enjoy it
and in fact desire it, and nobody gets snuffied against their will.
And, as you saw, when we kill each other, we do not stay dead, but
come back to life.  These details are what distinguish 'snuffie' from
'snuff' and what makes it so much fun." And, with a look at Mikey's
still erect cock and a knowing smile, he added, "And I can tell that
you enjoyed the view of Raccy hanging as much as I did."

Mikey blushed at this. "Ehhm ... well ... well, yes, I suppose I
enjoyed it a little bit. But, what I'd like to know is how do you
come back to life after being killed?"

"It's a kind of magic, Mikey. Look at that well behind you. The water
from this well carries the power that whosoever drinks from it becomes
absolutely invulnerable. Whenever one gets killed, one always comes
back after a few minutes at the latest, as you saw happen with
Raccy. It doesn't matter how severely the body is mutilated, even if
one gets blown to bits by dynamite, the body will still recompose and
the person will come back to life. We have all drunken from the well,
it is what makes living out our ... liking possible."

"So if also I drank from this well, I wouldn't ever die?"

"Well, you would eventually die of old age, when you are old and ripe,
and your time has come. But until that time, no injury, no violence,
no weapon, indeed also no accident could kill you." 

"Hmmm ... it would be very nice if I could drink from this well,
too. To be safe from all accidents ... and also ...", here Mikey's
voice became a bit shy, "... perhaps, to play some of those games,
sometime."

"Well, Mikey, you _can_ drink from the well, you know. Right now, if
you wish.  In fact, I think that this is a delightful suggestion! We
cannot have such a handsome boy as you die from some silly, stupid
accident!". Rickie was becoming remarkably enthusiastic about this.

To speak the truth, Mikey had not seriously considered the possibility
of drinking from the well himself until now. His first thought had
been that the powers of the water were definitely far too fabulous to
be real. But then again, he had seen how Raccy had been killed and how
he had then come back to life, so the powers of the well had to be
real after all. But if this was the case, then surely such a potent
magic potion would be available only to a select few of great power,
not to an ordinary wolf as himself? Now being offered a drink which
would make him not only completely invulnerable, but would also permit
him to play out those snuffie fantasies he had only begun to accept,
was absolutely mind-boggling to Mikey. But who was he to say no?

"I thank you greatly for this offer, Rickie, and am very happy to
accept it.", Mikey therefore finally replied.

"Then so be it." While lowering a bucket into the well, Rickie added,
"In fact, I should mention that the magic water also has another
effect: For those people who have the affinity for it, it turns the
pain they feel while being snuffied into pure sexual pleasure. Did you
see Raccy's weenie while he strangled to death? You might wish to try
it sometime, too." He was now pulling the bucket, full of water, up
again.

"This sounds really cool. In fact, I think I might enjoy these games
greatly." Mikey was surprised by his own boldness.

"Then you should definitely try it right now. Now drink, so that we
can get started." He handed the bucket, which was filled to the brim
with water from the magic well, to Mikey. "You do not have to drink
all that bucket, a mouthful will be enough."

And so it came that Mikey took a deep breath of air, and then drank
from the well whose water makes one invulnerable, and also turned pain
into pleasure. Immediately, a vibrant tingle streamed through his
body.

Rickie smiled. "From now on, little one, you're
indestructible. Nothing, absolutely nothing, can harm you."

At that moment, they heard loud cheers, as Mikey realized that the
other furs had interrupted their games to observe the initiation of a
new member into their group.  They all bade Mikey welcome
enthusiastically and congratulated Rickie on his choice. "Let's play,
let's play!", many of them yipped eagerly; "Let's play a Josephus
circle!" was the suggestion heard most often.

"What is a Josephus circle?", Mikey inquired, and Rickie was happy to
explain: "It's a kind of snuffie play. We all stand in a circle, and,
going round the circle, every third person gets to get snuffed, by
another person of their choice (among those who are still alive), in a
way they also choose. This goes on until eventually, there is only one
person left, who may then kill himself. How does this sound to you?"

To Mikey, this sounded great. As Rickie described the game, he had
again thought about his long-buried fantasies about getting killed
(without all the fuss of staying dead, of course), and especially
about getting hanged, and these thoughts caused his young cock to take
a peek out of its sheath once again. (Some of the other boys grinned
or winked at him when they saw this. Mikey didn't mind: he realized
that they didn't do that to demean him or to make fun of him, but to
compliment him on his pleasure.)

"It sounds great", Mikey therefore replied eagerly, "let's do it!". In
fact, Mikey had already decided which kind of snuffie he would ask for
when his turn came, so that his neck might get stretched a little, and
which pretty fox he would ask to do it to him.

At once there was great cheering, and the lads started to form a
circle. There was a great running hither and thither, as apparently
many of the furries were intent to stand at a specific place in the
circle, and several of them were seen to be thinking quite a bit
before they decided on a place. Ty the tiger seemed to concentrate
especially hard. Rickie explained, "You see, some of our friends here
have figured out how to calculate the order in which the various
positions in the circle get chosen. In particular they know how to
find out which position is last. In fact, this is a rather interesting
mathematical problem. It can be solved by considering the recurrence
relation..."  "Um, let's rather discuss the mathematics at some other
time.", Mikey interrupted, "Naturally the lads try to choose their
place so that they get snuffied as quickly as possible?"
"Naturally.", Rickie grinned.

By now, the circle had formed, and Mikey and Rickie (who both did not
find the time to do any calculations) found themselves standing at
roughly opposite positions.

The game begun with the first fur to step out of the circle. It was a
young bear, who knelt down in front of Raccy, the raccoon who had
gotten hanged earlier, with his cock getting seriously hard, and asked
him to behead him with a long sword he had previously taken from a
nearby storage shed (it had a sign "Snuff&Stuff" above the door).
Raccy kissed the bear, then took the sword and let it rest on the
bear's shoulder. The bear, meanwhile, pawed off at himself and was
moaning in pleasure. Just at the moment the bear was coming to orgasm,
Raccy raised the sword high above his head, stepped onto the kneeling
bear's thighs to get a better point of standing and then brought the
sword down hard against the bear's neck, thereby cleanly chopping off
his head.  As a fountain of blood erupted from the bear's severed
neck, the bear let out a loud yelp of pleasure, and simultaneously his
cock erupted into squirting his orgasmic juices around. The bear's
head somersaulted a few times, and then laid on the ground, grinning
and saying, "Hey Raccy, this was great fun! Let's do this again some
time!"  The crowd applauded and cheered.

Next was a lion. He asked Ty the tiger to execute him with bow and
arrow. He stood upright in the middle of the circle, moaning in
excitement, with drool dripping not only from his muzzle, as Ty
carefully took aim at him with the bow. But Ty's first shot was
intentionally low and went only into the lion's leg. The lion yelped
in pleasure. Quickly, Ty stringed another arrow and shot him into the
belly. The lion, who was very clearly in great pleasure, and not a bit
of pain, again yipped loudly in pleasure, dropped onto his knees,
opened his maw wide and cried enthusiastically, "Do it now, Ty!" The
tiger stringed another arrow and shot it straight into the open mouth
of the lion. The lion gargled in obvious ecstasy as the arrow pierced
his throat and its point came to stick out of the back of his
neck. Blood bubbled out of his mouth, as he moaned louder in his
pleasure, and he suddenly squirted his cum. Then his movements
subsided, and he fell to one side, with some blood still trickling
from his mouth and nose, obviously dead. The crowd cheered again.

Then it was a wolf's turn. He eagerly walked towards a wookie standing
on the opposite side of the circle, and spent some time caressing the
wookie's body. Then he fell to his knees and paid special attention to
the wookie's footpaws, caressing them eagerly, and licking and kissing
them. (The wookie smiled at that.  He very well knew that Wolfie had a
big thing not only for snuffie but also for footpaws, and would always
do something like this in a Josephus circle.) Finally Wolfie laid on
the ground on his back, placed one of the wookie's big footpaws onto
his neck, and bade him to shift his weight slowly onto that foot, so
as to first strangle him, and then to break his neck.  The wookie was
happy to oblige him, while Wolfie stroked his rock hard cock with his
left paw, and caressed the footpaw, which was to be the instrument of
his destruction, with his right. He gargled loudly and joyfully as the
wookie's weight cut off his air, and as his face slowly turned blue
with the pressure on his neck increasing. Finally, with a loud crack,
his neck gave way under the body weight of the wookie, and Wolfie's
eyes turned wide in death, just as his cock was squirting cum. Then
the wookie put his full weight onto Wolfie's neck, and thereby, under
more cracking, flattened it into a bloody pulp. Little streams of
blood came out of the wolf's muzzle and nose. The wookie then sat down
and licked the blood off his own footpaw, and thereafter proceeded to
lick the dead wolf's footpaws in great pleasure. (You see, also the
wookie had a big liking for footpaws.  This was one of the reasons why
he liked Wolfie so much.)

Next came a young bat, asking to be decapitated on a guillotine. While
the guillotine was wheeled in from the shed, Mikey idly wondered what
it might be like to be a bat, but nothing came of that thought. A
young bear took up the role of executioner, and asked the bat to lie
down on the guillotine, and to stick his head through the lunette. The
bat laid down on his belly in front of the guillotine, but then
giggled and said "I've got an idea."  He turned around so that he now
laid on his back, and then placed his neck in the lunette. In this way
he could see the blade which was about to decapitate him, and watch it
falling towards him. Eagerly and happy, he said "Yup, now I'm
ready. Let the thing fly!" The bear was equally eager to pull the
release rope, sending the blade down, which chopped the bat's head
cleanly off.  The head rolled in front of the bear's feet, looking up,
and said merrily, "You were right! Guillotines are great fun!"

Then it was the turn of the smallest member of the group: a bee. He
landed on a blade of grass in front of Rickie, and, with his humming
voice, asked him to squish him with a baseball bat. Rickie happily
complied, while Mikey wondered what it might be like to bat a bee. But
also of this thought nothing came.

Next in turn were two young ferrets who looked so similar that they
might have been twins. (In fact, they were.) They had decided to fight
unto death against each other, with motor chainsaws. So they now stood
in the middle of the circle, facing each other, running chainsaws in
hands, and bowed towards each other. Then the fight started. One
ferret attacked the other with the chainsaw raised high. The other
ferret tried to parry the strike with his chainsaw, but the attacking
chainsaw slipped off, and striking the side of the ferret, sawed his
left arm right off. All the while the crowd of the circle cheered
enthusiastically. At that moment, a little mouse boy, who could not
wait longer to get snuffied, ran into the circle, stretched his paws
out wide, and jumped into one of the chainsaws! He got stuck on the
chainsaw, and by its action was swiftly reduced to bloody shreds,
which were flung around everywhere. Every person in sight was sprayed
with the mouse blood and gore. While the one chainsaw was blocked, the
other ferret waited patiently so as not to gain an unfair advantage
over his opponent (which might jeopardize his own chances of getting
killed properly). After the mouse was gone, the ferrets resumed their
fight. The one-armed ferret finally managed to sneak his chainsaw
between his opponent's legs, and then he pulled up hard! The chainsaw
went up, right through the other ferret, ripping him in two. But in
doing so, he had let his defense slip, and so he didn't realize before
it was too late that his opponent was about to play the same trick on
him. In this way both ferrets were sliced in two at the same time, by
each other!

Mikey looked around in amazement at the people still standing in the
circle. They were all very happy and enthusiastic, eager to get
snuffed, and chatting with one another merrily about how to and with
whom. This exuberantly gay (in both meanings of the words) atmosphere
let Mikey's spirits rise, and reassured him in his newly-acquired
feeling that there was absolutely nothing wrong with snuffie, as
opposed to snuff. He looked happily at the bloody, dead furs lying
about in the circle, very much looking forward to be like these, too.
In fact, looking round the circle, he now eagerly realized that it was
his turn after the next, an observation which increased his already
present arousal very much.

Before Mikey's turn, it first was the wookie's turn to go. At his
bidding, the boys wheeled in a gigantic circular saw. It was set
running, and then the wookie lay down in front of it, as Raccy slowly
pushed it forward between the wookie's legs. As the saw struck the
wookie's groins, he gave a loud roar of pleasure. The saw continued
onwards, slicing the wookie in half, as his roars became louder and
faster. Then the wookie's already sawed-through cock squirted an
enormous load of wookie cum into the group of onlookers. Only after
the wookie had been run through completely, did his pleasured roars
subside and he ceased to move.

Now, finally it was Mikey's turn. Breathing heavily in his excitement,
he stepped into the circle and towards Rickie. Mustering up all his
courage, he asked "Rickie, will you snuff me?" Beaming happily, Rickie
walked towards him and said, "Nothing I would love to do more, my dear
boy." They hugged each other in a happy, gentle embrace, stroking each
other's fur. It felt so right to both of them. Then Rickie asked, "So
how do you wish to be killed?", and Mikey answered, his voice trembling
in excitement, "Will you hang me by my neck until I am dead, just as
we saw it being done to Raccy before?"  Rickie playfully stroked
Mikey's neck with his paw, squeezing it a little bit, before he
replied "Gladly. Hanging's still my favorite of all snuffie." The
excited chatter and applause from the other fursons showed that this
was a general opinion.

So Rickie led Mikey to the tree from which Raccy had been hanged
before. By now both Mikey and Rickie were drooling in excitement, as
Rickie took a loop of rope in hand.  "How does this feel to you?", he
asked, as he playfully touched the rope against Mikey's neck. The
feeling drove Mikey further into yiffyness, and he could only reply
with a pleasured moan. Rickie fashioned one end of the rope into a
noose, and then stepped onto the chair (which was still standing below
the tree) to tie the other end to a branch of the tree. Then he held
out his paw to help Mikey to step up too. Both of them standing on the
chair and trembling in excitement, Rickie gave Mikey a long, intensive
kiss through the noose, which was dangling between them, while
caressing Mikey's body with his paws. Then he put the noose around
Mikey's throat and carefully pulled the knot close, so that it was
snug at the back of Mikey's neck. It turned out that Rickie had chosen
the length of the rope well, there was now no slack in it whatsoever.
Mikey was so yiffy that he could only moan and coo in pleasure; both
Mikey's and Rickie's cocks were rock hard and seriously oozing.

Rickie whispered into Mikey's ear: "Are you ready to get snuffied?  To
be hanged by your neck until you are dead? And then to come back to
life again?"  Mikey's only reply was an eager nod and a loud moan of
pleasure. So Rickie stepped down from the chair, after giving Mikey a
last kiss on the cheek, and began to tilt the chair just a little bit,
then a bit more, and then still more, until finally, Mikey lost his
foothold and slipped off the chair. The other fursons applauded and
cheered, "Go, Mikey, Go!"

Mikey was now dangling in mid-air, held only by the noose around his
neck. Instinctively, he kicked wildly, yet to no avail. But although
the noose was digging deeply into his throat, and had constricted his
windpipe immediately, so that he was completely unable to breathe, he
felt neither pain nor panic. As Rickie had promised, one of the
effects of the water of the magic well was to convert any pain into
pure, yiffy pleasure. So Mikey moaned and cooed in ecstasy, as loud as
he was able to with the noose strangling him, his rock-hard, erect
cock pointing just horizontally away from him, while his face was
slowly turning blue beneath his fur from lack of oxygen.  He looked
into the faces of the fursons standing about and watching his
struggles, all of them being clearly turned on by what they say. In
fact, several of them were pawing off to the view of him getting
hanged to death!

Meanwhile, Rickie had caught hold of Mikey's kicking
legs. (Unintentionally, Mikey had actually kicked Rickie into the
guts, but the painful kick brought Mikey only more pleasure -- the
potion worked for him, too). Hugging Mikey's legs to hold them still,
Rickie then proceeded to lick Mikey's cock, first tenderly, and then
more and more vigorously, finally pushing all of Mikey's erect shaft
into his own muzzle forcefully, thereby choking himself more than a
little bit.

Being hanged by the neck with a noose, and at the same time receiving
a blow-job from such a hunk of a fox, caused Mikey's body to be
overwhelmed with pleasure.  His moans became faster, as he felt that
he was nearing orgasm. Then, finally, just as Rickie had Mikey's shaft
completely within his muzzle, Mikey's cock squirted his spoodge right
into the fox's open jaw, as Mikey was twitching at the end of the rope
in a wild orgasm like he had never experienced before, giving off a
loud squealing sound of pure pleasure. Rickie eagerly licked and
swallowed every last drop of the wolf's cum, still holding Mikey's
legs tightly.

After Mikey's orgasm subsided, his struggles became slower and weaker,
and he began to see black spots. He realized that he was about to pass
out and then to die, but nevertheless his only feeling was one of
pleasure and satisfaction. He looked at the happy furs below him,
their faces clearly showing their admiration for such a nice snuffie
death. Then all went black. 

When Mikey later thought back to this moment, it seemed to him that
just for a moment before his consciousness had faded, he had seen a
squirrel standing in front of him, which he could not remember having
seen ever before. The squirrel's fur had been of candy-apple color, he
had worn a jet black leather vest, shiny, black silk trousers and a
black top hat, and inexplicably, he had smiled and waved merrily at
Mikey. While Mikey could explain to himself nothing of this, and
actually wasn't quite sure if he hadn't only imagined the squirrel
(which was the reason why he had never told anybody of this), he still
had the nagging feeling that he had not yet seen the squirrel for the
last time. In the end, his feeling did not fail him, but this is
another tale, perhaps to be told another time.

Mikey hung unconsciously and motionlessly in his noose, arms and legs
pointing limply towards the ground, and his tongue lolling out of his
muzzle. Rickie placed the chair once again next to the hanging Mikey,
and stepped onto it. With his nose, he gently caressed Mikey's head
fur, and whispered into his ear, "Now for the last act, Mikey." Then
he grasped Mikey under his arms, and gently lifted him up by about
half a meter. He gently licked the fur on his back for a moment, and
then let go of him, and simultaneously, forcefully pushed Mikey back
down by his shoulders. As Mikey's body jerked against the rope in
mid-air, his neck broke with a loud crack. His body twitched for a few
seconds, and then again hung completely still, Mikey's head flopping
unnaturally to a side. Rickie now quickly stepped off the chair, and
lied down on the ground, his face just below Mikey's footpaws. In
death, Mikey's body lost control of his bladder. His pee thus now
flowed freely, much like a fountain, from his still-erect cock, and
down onto the ground where Rickie was lying. The latter opened his
muzzle to catch every last drip of the still warm wolf pee, meanwhile
pawing at his own cock in manifest pleasure.  When the fountain of pee
finally subsided, Rickie got up and joyfully sucked the last few drops
of pee from Mikey's cock.  Then he caressed dead Mikey's fur once more
and whispered to him, "That was absolutely marvelous. Thank you,
Mikey." Finally, he stepped back to enjoy the view of Mikey, having
been hanged by the neck until dead as he had desired so much. The
other lads applauded and congratulated Rickie on his performance, as
he walked back to his position in the Josephus circle.

The circle continued, one fur snuffing another in exuberant pleasure
and joy. Eventually, it was Rickie's turn. He had thought quite hard
about how to get snuffied, and by whom. His first, and immensely
tempting idea was to get hanged and having his neck broken on the same
tree branch as Mikey, right next to him. But, pleasant though that
might be, he had already experienced quite a few hangings, and wanted
to try something new. So instead, he walked towards Ty the tiger: "Ty,
please rip me to shreds and devour me." Ty growled "Happily", and
immediately pounced upon the fox, throwing him onto the ground and
pinning him down with the entire weight of his enormous body. Rickie
playfully squirmed in the iron grip of the tiger, and made mock
whimpering noises of "no, have mercy on me!", while it was absolutely
clear how much he enjoyed the situation. Also Rickie's cock, which had
once again become erect and hard, confirmed this. Playing along with
the game, Ty growled in his most threatening voice, "Nay, fox, abandon
all hope. You will now become a satiating meal for me, willing or
not."  He let out a ear-deafening roar, at the same time winking and
grinning at Rickie. Then he held his right paw in front of Rickie's
face, as he extended his long, extremely sharp claws. "How do you like
these?", he growled, playfully running them across Rickie's throat,
"Now the fun's to start!". Rickie tensed his body and let out a moan
of pleasure. Ty placed one of his claws onto the left side of Rickie's
belly, and pushing down hard, cut into his flesh. Slowly pulling the
claw across Rickie's belly, he ripped his stomach open, causing the
intestines to spill out, while Rickie cooed and yipped in pleasure. Ty
then began to feed on Rickie's innards, devouring them more and more
violently, with most of Ty's head vanishing inside Rickie's belly for
the feast. When Ty finally emerged again, his face completely covered
in Rickie's blood, his lust for blood had been awakened. He proceeded
to rip large shreds of flesh from Rickie's body with his fangs to
devour them, while with every bite and every tear, Rickie's moans and
coos became more pleasured and eager, his cock drooling pre-cum. Ty
had completely devoured both of Rickie's legs and was ripping off
Rickie's right arm with one single bite of his powerful jaw, when
Rickie could contain himself no more. In an exquisite orgasm, he
squirted his juices high into the air. When Ty saw this, he roared,
"Ah, I forgot", and with one swift motion of his head, took the still
squirting fox cock into his jaw, bit it right off, and devoured it,
too. Rickie gave out a loud cry of pleasure. Then Ty carefully placed
his jaw around Rickie's neck, and, after a moment of joyful
anticipation for both of them, bit down. Bones splintered and blood
flowed, as Rickie's head was severed from his body, and his body went
limp.  Eagerly, Ty drank and licked the blood which was now squirting
from the severed neck, until at last his thirst was quenched. Getting
up, covered over and over in Rickie's blood and gore, he looked at the
bloody mess that had once been Rickie, and liked what he saw. He bowed
to the cheering audience, and then stepped back into his place in the
circle.

The Josephus circle continued, and eventually came to its end with
only one member still being alive, and that was Ty the tiger. "Drat,"
he mumbled to himself, "I must have miscalculated. Oh well ..."  He
looked at all the dead furs lying about, and then most wistfully at
Mikey, who still hanged lifelessly at the end of his noose, swaying
gently in the wind. Ty felt this to be an exceedingly satisfying
sight, and he wondered if he could look as pleasant in that situation.
Smiling, he picked up the chair on which Mikey had stood earlier, and
once again placed it under the tree, next to Mikey. Then Ty stood on
the chair, and took a moment to nuzzle and caress the dead, handsome
Mikey. Thereafter he picked up another rope and tied one end of it
firmly around the same tree branch from which Mikey already hung, and
the other end around his neck. He was careful to leave some slack in
the rope, but not so much that he might land on the ground.  He also
made sure that the knot was really snug against the back of his neck,
and pulled at the rope with all his strength to make sure that it
would not tear. In doing so, he already strangled himself halfway,
which pleasured him greatly.  Then, taking a deep breath, and with a
shout of "Yay!", he jumped as high into the air as he could, and off
the chair! As the rope caught his fall in mid-air, a loud crack was
heard, and his neck was instantly broken by the jerk. Ty twitched for
a few more seconds, and then hanged completely still and dead at the
end of the noose, looking every bit as pretty as Mikey did.

Now the scene was completely silent and peaceful. A wolf boy and a
young tiger were dangling dead from the tree with broken necks, and a
great number of other furs were lying about on the ground, all dead,
many of them lying in pools of blood or other body fluids, some with
head, arms, legs or cock missing, or mutilated in other ways.

But the scene would not stay silent for long. It took only a few
minutes after Ty's death for the first bodies to begin to recompose
themselves by the action of the magic water. And thereafter it took
only a few more minutes, until all the boys were once again sound and
well, alive and awake.

Chatting merrily, they congratulated each other on their various
snuffie performances, and discussed suggestions for new methods of
killing each other. Especially the hanging of Mikey by Rickie was the
subject of the day, and everybody wanted a promise that Mikey would
let them hang him sometime, or a promise to be hanged by Rickie
sometime.

But finally the sun set, and the day -- the most exciting day in
Mikey's life -- drew to an end. "It was a really great and wonderful
day, for which I thank you very much. You made it possible for me to
realize and experience my most secret fantasies.", he said. "But my
parents are surely missing me by now, and I think I should go home
before it becomes night." It was Rickie, who answered, speaking for
the entire group, "The pleasure has been on our side as much as it has
been on yours.  You are welcome to come here again any time you wish,
be it to play or just to talk. And, should you have friends who are
also into this snuff ... eh, I mean, stuff, please, by all means,
bring them here too." With a wink he added, "Especially, if they are
as good-looking as you are."

And with that Rickie showed Mikey the way back to his village. He also
gave him a map of the forest, with both his village and Snuffie Valley
clearly marked, so that he would not get lost ever again. When Mikey
arrived at home, he was fully content and relaxed.

Mikey would return to Snuffie Valley many times, and play many games
there. Over time, the lads of Snuffie Valley, and Rickie foremost
among them, would become to Mikey more than playmates. They would
become friends. But this is another tale, perhaps to be told another
time.

	The End ...
	... or just the beginning?

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Writing started: October 29, 2006
Writing finished: November 7, 2006

Editing started: May 15, 2007
Editing finished: April 14, 2009