Taking Things Too Far: The Meerkat

Story by Bingturong on SoFurry

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#5 of Stories

Argh. This was a late-night story that was then rewritten. I'm not so happy with the end result but I decided just to post it and work on some other stuff.

A special thanks to TwistedSnakes who provided some much-needed feedback on the story that will be used to improve future ones.

One day I may rewrite this but for now, I can't be bothered with this one.

As always comments and critiques are greatly appreciated.

Best read in PDF.

Content Warning: Story contains depictions of choking, strangling, and death by asphyxiation


There was always a danger when partaking in one's kinks. Sometimes though, someone may take it past what you imagine.

"So you host?"

That was what the last light red message on the left side of my screen said. I pondered for a moment if I should even answer. We had been talking for a bit already. I pulled up his Bindr profile once more. He was a meerkat, twinkish ,and rather cute actually. His kink list was short though, choking highlighted in bold at the top. Though not exactly my cup of tea, I have been feeling a little, normal, recently so I thought that doing something different might be good. I wrote a short message to "BreathKat94" and hit send. Almost immediately I received a reply with a date and time set.

*******

Right on time I, heard my apartment's doorbell. I stood up, set my tea down, and walked towards the door to greet my latest plaything. I looked through the peep hole, seeing the exact meerkat from the profile. Smiling I opened the door.

"BreathKat94?" I ask

The meerkat seemed to be even cuter in person. He was dressed in just a t-shirt and jeans. He was average for a meerkat and was as twinkish as his profile pictures showed. He had a soft smile and kind brown eyes. At first glance, he was the last person to be kinky, but from experience, I was not surprised. I was quite happy that the meerkat was the exact person in the profile. I was already weary of online encounters, being burnt one too many times.

"Yes," he said politely "MasterDom32?"

"That's me," I said with a chuckle "Please come in."

I swing the door open and welcome the meerkat to my apartment.

"Nice place"

I did have to admit, although my apartment is sparse it is tastefully furnished. An expensive yet minimalist style.

"Something to drink?" I offer "Tea or water? I have a pot that is still hot."

"A cup of tea sounds nice" he said meekly. I gestured the meerkat to take a seat in the living room as I went into the kitchen to fetch a cup. When I returned, I saw the meerkat gazing out the window. I poured him a cup which he took with a smile. He gave it a small sip.

"Hmmm, it's good"

"My favorite blend. How about you finish the pot while I change into something more appropriate."

"Sure."

I walked to my bedroom, leaving the meerkat. I set up the bed, placing a leather sheet over it and replacing my regular pillows to those in a leather cover. Once done I walked into my closest where I undress. With a beaming smile, I take out my favorite set of clothes. Black leather pants with matching shirt. A pair of polished jackboots and a pair of well-worn gauntlets completed the look. I decided to forego my hat since this was to be a more, casual scene.

I walked out to an impressed meerkat.

"Looking good"

I smiled and walked over to him, sitting on the ledge of the sofa.

"Have you done this before?" I ask, switching to my dom tone of voice.

"Yes. Many times", He hurriedly answered.

I gave him a look

"Oh, er, master"

"Good, so you don't mind if I'm rough"

The meerkat shook his head "More the better, master"

I smile "Follow me"

Once inside the bedroom, I grabbed him by the waist, lifting up the bottom of his shirt until it was off. I gave him a quick glance, he had thin sandy fur that covered his entire body. He barely had any muscle and merely a bit of fat. A stereotypical twink. I then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling them down alongside his underwear unveiling a rock-hard meerkat dick.

"Already excited, aren't you?"

"Yes master"

I gently nudged him onto the bed, pulling the two garments completely off. He then shuffled to the other end of the bed. I crawled onto the leather sheets, slowly moving over the meerkat. His entire sandy body, underneath mine. I could feel his cock, rubbing against my leather pants. He gently caressed my gloved hands, guiding them towards his throat. His hands were soft but confident. They weren't shaking or tense. He moved my hands exactly to the position they should be, even moving my thumbs to the two arteries that went into his brain. He stared at me with lust filled eyes and a wide smile.

"Beg for it, boy" I ordered.

"Please master, choke your slave"

I smiled and began to gently press my thumbs down, testing the waters.

"Oh" The meerkat let out softly.

I took it as a sign to press down hard, eliciting another moan from the meerkat. His hands were still gripping my wrist. I felt them grip tighter as he looked at me with a winded expression. I relieve the pressure on the arteries and his grip loosen.

"All alright?"

"Yeah," he said out of breath, "I'm alright master. Please...continue"

I widen my grin as I pressed down harder eliciting a silent moan from the meerkat.

"Harder?" I say

The meerkat tried to nod yes. I was more than happy to oblige. I pressed down hard, cutting more of the blood flow but my palms were beginning to press down on his windpipe. It felt like I was nearly his Adam's apple. The meerkat began to struggle a bit. Lines of worry began to cross his face and his eyes began to water. His hands were frantically squeezing on my wrists. I let go.

The meerkat took a deep breath and huffed.

"Oh fuck" he managed to mumble out before I had my hands on his throat.

"Sto-op" he tried to say

I didn't I merely smiled as I pressed down harder than before, this time putting more and more pressure onto his windpipe. I squeezed tighter and tighter, but unexpectedly the meerkat seemed to be enjoying it more. His face and eyes were reddening but his mouth was moving wide open. If he had hair, he would me moaning. Only a little air was getting through to him now. I release my thumbs and instead began gripping harder on the throat itself. Pressing more and more on his windpipe. Once again, he began to struggle. His legs were twisting and turning. His hands instead of merely gripping my wrists began to slap them and push them off. His eyes began to roll in to the back of his head as his expression turned from pleasure to terror. I let go before I knew he would black out.

He inhaled and then exhaled loudly. I gave him a few breaths but before he could inhale again, I grip his throat, hard. My hands were no longer choking him as all my fingers were now around his throat. I was strangling him. All the pressure is now on his windpipe. His eyes shot with terror when he realized what I was doing. He tried to mouth the word stop, his feet now kicking and he began to frantically slap on my arms. He tried to lift himself up but I pinned down his body with my legs. He was doing anything to get me off. I could see him trying to scream, letting out only a high pitch wheeze.

I could see his eyes rolling back into his again so I let go. Only letting him exhale before I grab and slam his throat down. I grab him by the throat and slam him down again, and again. Each time knocking more life out of him. His face was now bright red underneath his fur. His eyes were now wet with tears and he was desperately trying to breath any air he could. I felt his claws trying to scratch my arms but it was to no avail. The clawing did little but starch my gauntlets.

For the last time, I saw him beginning to blackout. So with one final push, I clutch his throat and push it down to the bed as hard as I could. I felt that I had almost broken his windpipe. I could feel the life rushing out of him. His fearful eyes started to turn completely red and go back into his head. His quivering lips began to turn blue. He started to struggle less, becoming weaker. The kicking and moving died down and he merely gripped my wrists like when we first started. I could feel his grip weaken along with the rest of his body. And then, just as his body was nearly still, I felt something spurt on my pants.

The final thing the meerkat would do before he stopped moving completely was cum. I felt weak spurts and then nothing. The meerkat was completely still. His eyes now glassy and dead. The grip on my hands is now gone. A smell of piss and shit filled the air. I slowly let go of his throat and took one of my gloves off to feel a pulse, nothing. So was his breathing and heartbeat. Nothing. The meerkat was truly dead.

I sigh with a small smile as I stare at the dead meerkat's face.

"I guess I took it too far. Now what to do with you?"