FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

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Author's note: I'm using italics to represent the protagonist's inner thought processes,monospace type to represent text messages, boldface to represent the passage of time, and sans serif for buttons and icons on the screen.

Sunday afternoon

Tabitha licked her lips as she read the words on her screen: guest of honor at a necktie party.

Guest of honor at a necktie party... A necktie party... That means a hanging: a femme dangling in the air with a noose around her neck. I'd like to see that, even a few seconds. Or... experience it? How long?

I've got to find out.

The page gave a phone number to text. Tabitha downloaded a texting app and entered the phone number, then typed her message:Necktie party? Tell me more? And clicked " Send"

And nothing happened. The cat closed the lid on her laptop and went to bed.

Monday evening

Tabitha got home from work and opened her laptop. The texting app was blinking. She clicked on it.

There's a tree in a nice remote spot that's perfect for a lynching. Are you volunteering?

And a second message:Next response at 8:00PM CDT

The housecat imagined herself dangling in midair, her feet kicking as she struggled for air. Her breathing sped up and she felt a pleasant and insistent tingling between her legs. She typedI'm thinking of volunteering. How long would I have to hang?

She changed into casual clothing, cooked dinner, ate it, and put the dishes to soak. By 7:45 she was back at her laptop, exploring the Consensual Hanging group at motherless.com.

Ping-ding! The message popped up:A lynching ends when the lynchee is dead

Tabitha's breath caught in her throat. Lynched. Another image popped into her head: a noose around her neck strangling her, her feet kicking, slowing down, stopping. Her body, dangling there, swaying slowly from side to side.

The cat's forepaw slipped down into her skirt and found her folds. She was already wet. She spread the juices around a little, then her fingers found her clit. She started rubbing gently.

Ping-ding!

If you are serious, send naked selfie

Well, that's... Do I want to send him a naked pic of myself?

Tabitha spent some seconds dithering, then sent a reply

Give me a few minutes to set up.

She took her clothes off, set her laptop to take a delayed photo, then spent some time moving around and adjusting the screen position to get a full-length photo.

Click-whirr.

Tabitha checked the photo. In focus and showed all of her. She attached it to a text:Here I am. What next?

Ping-ding!If you want to go through with this, meet us at Starbucks on Third Street, Wednesday, 8PM. What's your name and species?

Tabitha typed:Tabitha, House cat. I'll be there.

She clicked send, then spent the next hour in bed with her favorite vibrator while visions of nooses danced in her head.

Wednesday, 7:58PM

Tabitha walked into the Starbucks and looked around. In a few seconds she spotted a tall jaguar with a venti Caffè Mocha in front of him, sitting at a table by the wall. He was looking directly at her. As soon as she spotted him, he pointed at her, then turned his hand over and crooked his finger, beckoning her. She went over.

"Hello, Tabitha. My name's Arlen. What'll you have?"

Tabby thought a moment. "Peppermint latte, grande, please."

The jaguar got up and went to the counter. He came back with her drink a few minutes later.

Two hyenas with blond headfur walked in a couple of minutes later, spotted Arlen, and headed to the table.

"Brooks, Malcolm, I'd like you to meet Tabitha. Tabitha, the hyena in front of you is Brooks, the other is Malcolm."

"We're twins, ma'am."

"Tabby, please." She smiled.

The brothers went to the counter, bought cappuccinos, and came back to the table. One sat down next to Tabitha, the other sat across from him. Arlen fiddled with his tablet, then passed it to Malcolm.

Malcolm looked at the tablet for most of a minute, then looked up at Tabitha. "Wow! Nice tits!" He transferred his gaze to her blouse, which was cut low enough to show just an inch of cleavage. Tabitha felt herself blushing slightly. The hyena passed the tablet to his twin.

Brooks spent even longer looking at the photo. "Already aroused, I see. Nice. "

Tabitha managed to smile, and found herself enjoying the attention. Brooks eventually passed the tablet back to Arlen. "So... are you volunteering?" Arlen asked.

"What's the plan?"

"Well, we were thinking we'd charge you with prostitution or something, leading to a nice informal lynching, I've got a pickup truck. There's a spot in the forest. A good sturdy tree right next to a little clearing. I'd park the pickup next to the tree. We'd put you on the spare tire in back, then put the noose around your neck. You'd get time to say goodbye, then we'd drive the pickup away and leave you dangling."

"If you lynch me, you'd tie my hands, right?"

"Of course."

"I'll want my hands free. How about..." she paused, thinking, "I've got an idea."

The three males leaned in close. "We're listening," Brooks said.

"Good. So... let's say I'm a model. You have a camera, taking pictures as I pose naked for you. I get up in the... the bed?"

Arlen nodded.

"With the tailgate down. I put the noose around my neck. Then one guy who's hidden in the front seat puts the truck in gear and I hang."

"But why do you want your hands free?" Malcolm asked. "You'll try to loosen the noose and do horrible things to your fingers, and it won't do you a bit of good.

Tabitha extended two fingers of her right hand, wrapped her left hand around them, then made flicking motions of her right thumb against the first knuckle of her left hand.

"Mmmm... hmmm," Both hyenas smiled.

"So, do we have a deal?" Arlen asked.

"Okay by me," Brooks answered.

"Me, too," Malcolm said.

"And me. So, when do I 'pose' for you?"

"Next Saturday okay?" the jaguar asked. Everybody nodded.

"Good. Mal, you bring that fancy digital camera and a tripod."

"Okay. I'll make sure the batteries are fully charged."

"Mmm.....yeah." Tabitha answered. Then she held up one hand. "Wait, how do I get there?"

Arlen grabbed a napkin and started sketching on it. "You take Route 31 to Route 124, turn right. Go about 2 miles and you'll see a driveway on the right, it says "Oaklands". Turn onto that, you'll see our pickup in front of the old cabin. Leave your car, get in the pickup and we'll drive you there."

Tabitha took the napkin, studied it for a moment, then folded it up and put it in her purse. "Yeah, I can find it okay."

"Good, see you there. Can I get you a refill?"

"Yes, thanks."

Arlen went to the counter and got her another peppermint latte. He put it on the table, said, "See you Saturday," and walked out.

Tabitha sat there, dawdling over her drink, her pussy tingling as she thought about the noose that awaited her on Saturday. When the mug was empty, she left a tip, got up and went home. She got into bed and imagined herself dangling from a tree, the noose choking the life out of her. She rubbed herself to three screaming Os, one right after the other.

Saturday

Tabitha had no trouble following Arlen's directions. She got to the old cabin and parked her car. The two hyenas were sitting on cushions in the bed.

"Oh, you left the shotgun seat for me. Thank you!"

"Hey," Arlen said, "You're the guest of honor. Would you expect anything less? He started the pickup and put it in gear. "We're off." He drove back onto Route 124. About 2 miles farther on, he stopped at a gate. The sign read

Private Road

No Admittance

Trespassers will be prosecuted

The twins got out and opened the gate.

"Wait. Do we have permission to go...?"

"Don't worry. Old man Wescott moved to New York five years ago, or a little more. He said he was too old to be working a ranch any more. That old koala has had it on the market for three years, but nobody wants to buy it for anywhere near what he's asking. So nobody's going to bother us here, and it will be nice and private."

Tabitha nodded. Arlen drove through the gate; The twins closed the gate behind him and vaulted up on the bed. The private road was paved for about a mile, then gravel for a few more. After that it was dirt, hard packed but with ruts. It took almost another half-hour before Arlen pulled the pickup up under a large tree.

"This the place?" Tabitha asked.

"Sure is."

Tabitha opened the passenger-side door, climbed out, and looked around. The meadow looked lovely. She looked up and saw a sturdy-looking bough directly overhead. "Looks lovely."

Brooks and Malcolm got out of the back seat. One had a coil of rope, the other a 4 Lb. kettlebell. Malcolm handed the weight to Arlen, who hefted it in his hand, then tied the rope to it. He wound up, and threw. The kettleball sailed up, over the large bough, and back down to the ground. Brooks pulled the rope until the ball was at chest height. Arlen went over, untied the weight, and tied a noose in the rope.

While this was happening, Malcolm reached into the bed of the pickup and got out a digital camera and a tripod. He found a shady spot and set up the tripod, then attached the camera.

The housecat watched, a smile spreading slowly over her face. She walked over, picked up the noose and felt it. She laid the noose across her throat, feeling how the rough fibers scratched.

She turned to Arlen. "That is one serious noose."

"Enough to seriously hang you," he answered.

"Ha, ha!" she said. Then she turned to Brooks and smiled. "That was quick. You've done this before."

"Once. A vole named Kay. It was a comedy of errors; by the time we got the noose around her neck she was so impatient she was going to just 'hang' herself by bending her knees. We managed to talk her out of that, and she let us bind her hands and hoist her up."

"Was it worth it?"

"Oh, yeah! Kay was sexy as hell dancing in midair. And she seemed to enjoy it a lot, too. She had this dreamy 'I just came so hard' look on her face by the time she stopped kicking, and her cunt was soaking wet when I checked afterward.

Malcolm continued the narrative: "So we decided to be ready in case we found another volunteer. We've practiced twice a week for over a year, just waiting for you or someone like you to come along."

"I appreciate that." She looked around. "So, what happens next?"

"You take your clothes off and get ready to pose."

"Okay." Tabitha untied her top and pulled it off, revealing a black lace bra. Brooks whistled.

"Wait until you see the rest." Tabitha unhooked the bra and dropped it on the ground next to her top. She unzipped her cutoffs and pulled them down, then posed for a moment in just her purple Victoria's Secret panties.

"Would you hold that pose a moment," Malcolm asked.

"Sure." Tabitha took a hipshot pose, her chest thrust forward and feet apart.

Malcolm clicked the shutter. "Thanks!"

The cat slowly pulled down the panties and stepped out of them. "Want another pic?"

"Five, if you're willing."

"Sure." Tabitha took the same pose as before.

Malcolm took another photo. "Now stand straight, please." Then "Turn about halfway to your right....Now halfway to your left.... Now bend over and raise your tail."

"Done?"

"Yes. I'll get more pics of you standing on the pickup."

"And swinging, I assume."

"You bet your booty."

"Speaking of which... Anybody want a blowjob before I... decorate the tree?"

"Nix!" Arlen almost shouted. "DNA evidence."

"Oh... right. How about handjobs?"

"That... should be okay. There's a stream about two hundred feet downhill. Do it there and wash yourself off when you're done."

Brooks and Malcolm got up.

"What about you, Arlen?" Tabitha asked.

"I plan on getting my jollies watching your big show."

"I guess."

Brooks led the way down to the stream. Both hyenas took their pants off. Their cocks were already projecting from their sheaths. Tabitha stuck her fingers in her cunt for lubrication, then wrapped them around Brooks's erection. She moved them up and down, slowly at first, then faster and faster.

"Oh, yeah," Brooks encouraged her, then "More... More...? More?? More?? More?? OH YEAHHHHHHH!!" Some of his cum got on Tabitha's thigh, and she wiped it away when she was finished.

"Now you. Come here." Malcolm came over and sat next to her. She reached in for more lubrication and spread it around the front end of his cock. She wrapped her other hand around the shaft, then slid her fingers on his tip, up and down and all around, simulating a blowjob. A minute later he was moaning, then gasping, then he screamed as he came over her hands and legs.

"That was fun." She got into the stream. "C-c-co-cold!" she yelled as she washed herself, being careful to get her fur clean. She got out as fast as she could, wiping herself down with her hands. "Brrrr!"

"Still think it was worth it?"

"Yeah. I like making males scream. Let's go back and get me up there." The cat led the way back up the hill, the two hyenas scrambling to catch up after they had gotten their clothing back together.

"Did everybody have a good time?" Arlen asked as the three of them came into the clearing.

"You bet!" three voices said, nearly in chorus.

"Good."

Malcolm got back behind his camera. Brooks lay down in the front seat, out of sight from the tailgate area.

Tabitha climbed into the truck's bed. (click). She stood up tall(click) and took the noose in one hand. (click) She pulled it open and held it in front of her face (click), then lowered it over her head (click) and finally draped it loosely around her neck.

The jaguar took the slack out of the rope and wrapped it twice around the bole of the tree, then tied it off.

Tabitha felt the rope tighten, and took the hipshot stance again, this time with one hand behind her head, pulling her hair free of the noose. (click)

Arlen walked over to the side of the pickup, where he would have a good view of Tabitha's dance.

"Wait!" Malcolm said. "The tail. The truck's, not hers."

"Oh, right," Arlen said. He walked over, unlatched the tailgate, and lowered it to be flat with the bed, then walked back to the his chosen viewing spot. He unzipped his jeans. He wasn't wearing anything underneath, and his already-erect organ popped out. He wrapped his hand around it, waiting.

"Everything ready?" Tabitha asked

"Yes," Arlen said quietly.

"Good." She cupped her tits in her hands(click) and tweaked the nipples (click) (click). Then she lowered her hands to her sides. (click) "Whenever you're ready."

Brooks sat up and put his foot on the brake, then moved the shift lever to Low. The pickup started moving forward, while Malcolm clicked the shutter button as fast as he could. Tabitha looked surprised. Her hands went to her neck but the noose was already too snug to get free. Her expression went from surprised to alarmed to panicked as the pickup moved farther. But she spoiled the whole effect after a few seconds by breaking into a grin.

Malcolm took a rest from working the shutter as the pickup moved forward. A few seconds later the rope was tugging at Tabitha's neck. If this keeps up, I'm going to be dragged off the tailgate. Undignified. She stepped off the end of the tailgate and let gravity have its will with her.

And Malcolm started taking photos again. He actually managed to get a pic of her with one foot in the air, then a second as she started falling, and a third as the noose took her weight.

Arlen was stroking himself slowly. Brooks put the pickup in Park and hurried to stand next to Malcolm. He was getting tingly already, even though it was only a few minutes after he'd cum in the cat's paws.

Tabitha's hands went to her neck as soon as the rope cut off her breath, but she didn't scrabble at the noose. She touched it lightly with her fingers. I like the way the strands twist around to make the rope strong. It won't give way. She stayed that way for some seconds. Need air. Please air. She started kicking. But her hands still touched the noose lightly. This noose, my lover, my last lover. Will you give me what I came here for?

She lowered her hands to her tits, cupping them and caressing them. Feels so nice, tingly. But my pussy wants them. She reached down, inserted two fingers and spread the secretions onto her left hand, then jammed all four fingers into her cunt. Two fingers of her right hand caressed her clit while her left hand moved in and out. Yes, like that. You'll fuck me the way I need, won't you.

Even as her feet reached desperately for something to take the pressure off her neck, her face seemed intent on something going on inside her. Fuck me! Fuck me good! Fuck me hard!

Her legs seemed to weaken, her feet moving back and forth in little tiny scissors kicks, but her left hand thrust in hard, pulled out slowly, then thrust in again. Need air so much. Dear loving noose, you will give me what I need, won't you?

"She's almost done, guys," Malcolm called out. Arlen and Brooks walked off to one side to watch Tabitha's big moment. She had only two fingers inside, her left hand was bent slightly as she rubbed her g-spot, while her right index finger played with her button. Almost there. Almost...

She went rigid, then her hips rotated forward and back, her thighs rubbing against each other. _ YESSSS!!!!! _

Only little twitches of her feet now, but her thighs were clenched tightly together. Then she began to slowly relax. I knew you wouldn't fail me. Pleasure everywhere. Everything so dreamy nice. Not long now...Not lo...

Tabitha's hands fell to her sides. Her leg muscles relaxed. Her face bore a satisfied smile as the rope turned her slowly left, then right, then left again.

All three males were rubbing themselves hard, their eyes fixed on the naked housecat dangling from the tree. Malcolm came first, his semen spurting onto the grass. Then Arlen.

Tabitha's body convulsed once, then again, and Brooks contributed his share of white fertilizer to the grass.

A stream of yellow urine ran down the cat's legs a few seconds later, and she dangled limp in the noose.

The males watched for another fifteen minutes, just to be sure. They untied the rope and lowered the cat's body to the ground, then carried it and the clothing to the grave they'd dug the day before. They filled it in, spread the top layer of earth and grasses over it, and tamped it down as best they could. Then they stowed all the equipment -- including the noose and its rope. The twins got dressed, Arlen zipped himself up, and all three climbed into the pickup. All three had big smiles on their faces as Arlen drove turned the pickup around and headed back to the main road.

"I'll have the pics edited into a slideshow by Thursday." Malcolm said as they reached the main road, "You guys will come over?"

"Yup."

"Sure thing."