A Fennec's Spit Hanging
#2 of Snuff
A fennec has fun with a noose and spike
Note from the Author:
Hey all! Story time again!
This one's going to be a horror flick... So plz don't read if you prefer your stories to have happy little endings and rainbows. Think of me sick if you like, I can think of a ton authors who write horror flicks for humans, yet humans still fuck.. Some of our most noteworthy entertainment is violent, bloody, and filled with gore. In my opinion, just because I put a non-human twist to it, doesn't make it any more or less horrific. Most of the edgier stuff I do is because it squicks and scares me too! So I'm with ya! Must be a good story then right? Haha! I wish...
Not great on short stories, so I gave it a shot.. I hope you like it!
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Thanks again! -DFN
Fenick a young looking but slim anthro fennec tries to manage setting up a noose over a polished metal spike. Finally satisfied, he pushes a stool up against the metal spike in the ground that was just under where the noose was hanging and the end was graspable. Climbing the stool he puts the noose around his neck and lifts his tail sitting onto the spike just right to tease his tailring's pucker open. The other end of the noose hangs freely in witch he grabs at to hold onto. The teasing instantly has a reaction as the small black tip of his cock can be seen emerging from it's sheath. The fennec uses his other paw to tease more of his cock's length out and pulls back his sheath skin to the point his knot's slight bulge holds it back exposing the entirety of his black unfurred flesh. Fenick paws at his length avoiding his glands somewhat to coax an ample amount of pre to soak into his paw fur with. He takes his paw and grips at the spike spreading the pre along the top of the spike. His paw touches the tip of the spike causing him to wince and bring his paw up to his muzzle to suckle the wound he got.
Fenick breaths in deeply and uses both paws to hold the slack of the noose so it's tight around his neck. With his pucker lined up right again he sinks down, but not far enough to do any internal damage quite yet. His cock throbs anew as he feels his tailhole open up and an inch or two of the spike slides in. The fennec stands there for a minute pushing all second thoughts from his mind. Lust to fill his tailhole kicks in and he breaths in deeply before abruptly kicking the stool away.
Fenick yelp gets cut off as the noose tightens quickly, but not enough to break his neck. He desperately claws and holds onto the rope witch actually lifts him a little. As the tip of the spike shows again, the tip can be seen coated with blood. He would whimper, maybe even scream at the sudden pain, but the noose has his body weight into it, thus cutting of his air supply or any murmurs of his true pain. Fenick grows a little weary as the need for oxygen out weighs the pain in his bum. He holds to the rope tight but he begins to slip as his claws don't work quite like he's used too. The tip of the spike reinserts into his tailhole causing a throb in his loins.
Fenick squirms as he feels the tip of the spike tickle his inner walls. The thickest part part of the spike is just deep enough too rub against his prostate. His cock throbs and spits out shots of pre feet farther then he could ever remember doing before. The fennec's wiggling grinds the pole's thickness just right to apparently cause his inflating cock to knot up and pause its spitting pre for just a moment before thick ropes of white jizz can be seen spewing forth from the cocktip. Fenick feels himself get weaker in the arms as he cums. He tries his best to hold onto the very rope that's choking him, yet saving him from impalement. His strength weakens and the rope slides a little though his grip. The fennec flexes from the pain of internal damage and some of his cum-shots eject themselves quite an extra distance because of it.
Fenick's grip slips again and he hovers on the spike for a moment as the tip works slowly though his intestine. He coughs able to breath again for a moment while he's slowly impaled. He still slides ever so slowly onto the spike as it delves deeper and deeper into his gut. Every movement makes his decent that much faster until he begins to cough up blood. Desperately, he goes for the rope again!
Fenick tries to use his legs to kick himself up as he pulls at the tightening rope. Choking again it stops his decent on the poll witch was now well lubed from trickling blood. The effort is futile if not just helping to shred his stomach now. The spike's progression can even be seen though his belly fur as a lump while it works its way deeper through his torso. Fenick's paws grow weak unable to keep himself from descending again. As his air reaches critical, his paws can nearly do nothing but slow the inevitable painful decent down the poll.
The noose loosens some more as the tip works though his ribcage. The fennec hacks and begins choking on his own blood as what he thought was going to be another break to get air did not turn out to be so. It helped turn out to be a chance for the spike to slip in deeper on top of choking. He starts shivering in shock as he can feel the metal spike slide dangerously through his chest.
The pole working Fenick's entrance excites him again though he's still already knotted from before. One paw holds the rope's end, but is slipping very slowly though his grasp. His other paw collects fresh blood he's hacked up and rubs it over the glands of his cock's knot desperately trying to work out his pleasure over the pain. He kicks and squirms as his excitement turns the pain pleasurable again.
He comes to the end of his rope as he feels a lump in his throat. He looks up and desperately tries to catch the end of the rope, but it escapes him. Unhindered by gravity now, he slides down as easily as the spike tearing though his inner flesh will go. The fennec's bloodshot eyes widen as the lump of his throat turns out to be the tip of the spike. Fenick tries clamping down with his teeth to keep from descending out of desperation. He brings his now free paw down to rub the other side of his knot's glands, but his k9's give way and literally push out from his gums as he slides down more.
Fenick squirms in agony then coughs sending out spackels of blood from his muzzle and nose as he watches more of the spike escape his muzzle above him. The very act of sliding down the poll causes dry parts of the spike to rub, catch, and vibrate his tailring and prostate. He twitches some as his vision starts to narrow. In a haze of pending death, he pulls his paws close to hold his knot in place as new spurts of jizz escape from its tip.
The fennec's feet touch the ground and he pushes himself up the poll to feel it slide throughout his body. Not being able to escape of course, it does manage to get a few extra exotically charged cum-shots in before... His cumming abruptly stops and his legs fold out going limp as the rest of his body slides down the pole. Fenick's eyes dilate and roll back as his tailbase touches the ground. Dribbling cum turned into a stream of yellow liquid and a wet warm bottom is the last thing he feels through his death twitches of pleasure.