A Little Assistance 1/4
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(First of four pictures, and a little story to go with)
Jennifer and Malcolm Carter loved each other dearly, and as rabbits in love will do, they had a whole raftload of kits. Six kits, they had – two boys and four girls – just in case some or most of them were taken by predators. But the Carters were smart and lucky, and by great fortune only the two boys were taken, too stubborn to run when they had to. That left, from oldest to youngest, Susan, Erica, Eileen, and little Pippy.
Now, though, Pippy was about to turn five, and that meant that the family would be over the limit of pre-teen children by one. Tomorrow, the four girls knew, their parents, who loved them very much, would have to choose one to take to the liquidation center.
The night before Pippy’s birthday, Erica laid awake in her bed, rolling over and fidgeting with the sheets. She could hear that the others weren’t asleep either. Finally, she sat up. “It should be me,” she said.
“Huh?” Susan sat up in her bed and looked over at her. “Erica, that doesn’t have to be your decision.”
“I don’t want Mom and Dad to have to make that choice,” Erica said. “And it makes sense for me to go.”
“But Erica!” Eileen said drowsily from her bed.
“Eileen, you’re the prettiest,” Erica said. “And Susan, you’re the smartest. And little Pippy hasn’t had sex yet. Nobody should die before that. And I’m the one with a choking kink...”
Susan reached over between the beds and squeezed Erica’s paw. “If that’s your decision, okay. We’ll tell Mom and Dad in the morning.”
Erica sighed and laid back down, feeling like a weight had been lifted from her. She quickly fell back asleep.
After a couple hours, though, she woke back up with a little yelp from an awful nightmare of tile floors, sterile metal tabletops, and glinting knives.
“What is it?” Susan asked, sitting up again and yawning.
“I’m scared.”
“You don’t have to do it, you know.”
“No, I want to! I just… I’m scared of the liquidation center. I don’t want to die far away from you guys, in some room with a predator.”
“Well,” Susan said after a long pause. “You could do it here. Right now.”
“Really?” Erica said. The other sisters stirred, listening to the conversation.
“Yeah. We could help. You could set up a noose and jump, and we could pull down hard on your feet, like in that prey lifestyles movie we watched at school.”
“Um... okay. but don’t pull at first, all right? Let me choke for a minute, and if it looks like it still hurts, then pull.”
Susan smiled. “All right. Come on, let’s go get a stool.”
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The musky scent coming off of her struggling sister told Susan that she'd already had at least one orgasm, hanging fully suspended from her neck. She knew that Erica had always fantasized about this, but it seemed like her pleasure was over. Her eyes held fear and pain now, instead of curiosity and excitement. Remembering her promise, she grabbed her sister's struggling feet and pulled hard.
In just a few seconds, Erica's face began to turn red, then purple. The pain drained out of her eyes, replaced by a calm, blank sheen. Her right foot jerked out of Susan's paws and began to swing back and forth in an acerebral running reflex - this motion indicated that she was definitely unconscious and most likely braindead, but Susan didn't know that. She just kept tugging, even when her sister released her bladder, splashing the front of Susan's nightie.
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Erica was already mostly gone from strangulation and blood flow blockage to her brain, but her sisters wanted to be sure. So the whole family chipped in until they heard the internal decapitation, just like the video said. What little feeling the barely-conscious Erica still had immediately vanished, like floating in warm blankets, and she quickly drifted off into a deep sleep.
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Erica twitched for a few moments after her neck popped, but then she was well and truly gone. Susan watched as one of her sister's pupils dilated wide and the other contracted, getting misfiring signals from the dead rabbit's nervous system. She leaned up and wiped the blood off Erica's muzzle, then lifted up each of her sisters in turn so they could kiss her goodbye.
Pippy was quickly distracted by the mess Erica left behind, giggling fit to burst - Erica had often made fun of the youngest for still being in diapers most of the time, but now it seemed that Erica would be making her journey to the moon in a stained nightie!
Susan ran a paw up and down Erica's rump, taking in her scent. She'd had a crush on her sister for years, but had never indulged beyond mutual masturbation. Now, the smell of her orgasm and postmortem accident was nearly driving her mad! She figured Erica couldn't object any more, so she decided to lift up her sister's nightie and indulge her curiosity while the corpse was still warm.
The next morning, the girls' parents were surprised to find Erica hanging dead, but they were glad that the difficult choice had been taken care of. Malcolm was particularly sad - Erica had been a daddy's girl. But Susan stopped his tears when she told him about Erica's hanging kink - he was glad to know she had gone to the moon in a way that made her happy.