[b]The Lesson[/b]


The bell rang and the horde of thirteen and fourteen year olds slowly meandered into the classroom, taking their usual seats. Some taking note of a strange sheet covered thing at the front of the class that looked like a man high, very thin pyramid under the covering. But most ignored it.

At the end of the line the coach herded the last few stragglers into the class and closed the door. He was a large, muscular lion with a striking mane, his imposing frame only somewhat mitigated by the school's gym outfit he was wearing. He waited until all the students had settled down.

“Ok. Today in health class we'll be continuing the sex ed from last week.” He ignored some of the students tittering. “Specifically today's topic is extreme fetishes.”

“You may remember from last time that fetishes are sexualized attraction to some unusual activity or boy part. Extreme fetishes are like that as well, but they also have another biological basis due to us having evolved from predator and prey species.”

“On the milder end, there is dominance and submission. Then there is sadism and masochism. And on the far end, intertwined with the concept of 'prey drive' there is snuff.”

“Now, dominance and submission requires little explanation. One fur lets another control them. Masochists get gratification from receiving pain or humiliation, and sadists get it from inflicting the same. And snuff is gratification from killing another sentient fur.”

“Statistically speaking, I know that some of you will be into each of these things. Yes, even snuff. About one in ten. You may not know it yet, but you will eventually. Maybe even after today.” The lion gives an unsettling grin. “Or maybe some of you already have done it...” He glanced at a snowcat sitting near the side of the class next to an empty pulpit. The snowcat's white face had turned ever so slightly more red as his blush shone through his fur.

“Now these are all perfectly natural things to have. You'll have to remember that. How can that be? Well, we are all predator or prey species. For our ancestors it was perfectly natural to hunt and kill other animals or be hunted. It was matter of survival as much as reproduction was. So our brains are wired to activate the same areas for fight and mating.”

“For some people the ancient drive is stronger, the connection with sex stronger. So they get sexual pleasure from dominating other furs, hurting other furs, even killing other furs. These traits are more often found in predatory species, but sometimes also inverted where a prey species receives gratification from the role reversal.”

“But usually it is prey species who receive pleasure from being dominated, being hurt, and even... being killed. This is called the prey drive, desire for the natural state of things before we became civilized. For some furs the drive is so strong that they will even engage in snuff; freely and willingly letting someone kill them, receiving their fulfillment, their deepest desire in death.”

The coach stopped his lesson for the moment as the students had started to talk to one another. He walked over to the sheet covered thing and waited them to settle back down for awhile. When they didn't seem to, he cleared his throat menacingly. With the silence returned, he then pulled the sheet off.

“This is a garotte.” He said, motioning at the device. It was a tall pole with a seat on the front of it and a large handle at the back. There were cuffs for legs and hands for whoever was sitting on it, and at about their neck height, a loop of rope that disappeared into the pole. “Officially it is used for executing criminals.”

The students gasped as they looked at the device, suddenly enthralled with the turn the lesson had taken.

“It has a handle at the back that is used to control the collar on the front.“ He pointed at each part as he explained, “There is a friction lock, so I can turn the handle to tighten or loosen the collar as I want, but it won't move on its own. The victim dies either from being strangulated or having their neck broken if the wheel is turned enough. I won't turn it quite that far, so we can observe the effects more carefully.”

The big lion then surveyed the entire class carefully. “I need a volunteer for the demonstration. Who wants to have the best orgasm of their life on this thing?”

There was a deathly silence in the class. Some pupils looked nervously at each other. But then, after a moment, a hand rose up timidly in the back row. It was a quiet little white mouse girl.

“All right, Melanie. Come on over.” The lion beckoned and smiled. There usually was one or two pupils in a class who would volunteer.

The rest of the students looked wide eyed as the timid mouse girl started to walk to the front of the class. It was the last fur who they had ever suspected would do something like this.

The mouse arrived at the front and half looked at the coach and half looked at the floor. Trying to overcome her usual shyness. 

The coach reassuringly placed his large paw on the girl's shoulder. With quiet but warm voice he said, “It's going to be fine. But I'll need you to undress for this. Could you do that and then take a seat? I need to do a few preparations.”

Melanie nodded meekly and started to undress herself, trying to remind to her that it wouldn't matter in a few moments anymore, that she'd be dead. She had dreamed of doing this ever since her older brother had told about this demonstration two years back. Once she got to her panties she was actually glad to be rid of them as they were already almost dripping wet from her juices.

Meanwhile the coach stepped to the desk and rummaged for a while. He found the girls health file and took a few quick looks to see that she was fit to volunteer. Satisfied he then put it away and took a small metal box with some wires going in and out. He checked that the wires were good and then pressed a button to start the classroom's projector. After a moment an image of a green line appeared on the screen.

Melanie meanwhile had finished stripping and sat down on the garotte's seat. She was a bit embarrassed still, but excited, doing all she could not to start fingering herself.

The coach stepped up with the wires and started to attach them to the mouse girl's chest. “This is so we'll be able to see how you're doing.”

She didn't have much of breasts yet, but her little nipples were very perky and hard as coach brushed his hand along them while looking for the correct spots. The line on the screen came to life with the mouse's heartbeat.

After that the coach moved on to put the girl's hands and feet into the manacles. The leg cuffs forced her to spread herself open for all the class to see. Not that Mel didn't want to, but now she had no choice in the matter. Finally the coach slipped the loop of rope over Mel's head and pulled it snug around her neck. Then the coach went back over to his desk.

With securely fitted in the device Melanie finally managed a nervous smile. Her excitement was overcoming her usual shyness and for one she enjoyed seeing the class all looking at her. 

Many of the boys and some girls were visibly uncomfortable; aroused but unsure if they could or even should be stroking themselves. Lots of hard ons were bulging in the pants. The snowcat named Kevin who coach had glanced at earlier was trying to discreetly rub his bulging pants.

The coach came back with a pink vibrator with a cordless remote and a condom. He ripped the condom open and put it over the vibrator. “Remember kids, always practice safe sex.” He quipped to the class. There was a bit of nervous laughter, but most were too enthralled to notice the joke.

The coach then easily slipped the vibrator into Melanie's little pussy. It was well lubricated by her juices already. He then turned to look at Mel's face and turned the vibrator on to setting one, gauging Mel's reaction. “Comfortable?”

Melanie nodded with visible pleasure as the vibrator gave her the much desired stimulation. She felt like she could come right then and there already.

The coach positioned himself behind the handle. “Now, you understand that you won't survive this? Ready?”

Melanie nodded eagerly.

The coach turned the handle and the roped started to squeeze her neck. The heart rate on the monitor increased with the surge of excitement Melanie felt. Steadily but slowly the handle turned and the collar became tighter and tighter. Blood rushed into Melanie's head and her ears burned bright.

Soon Melanie made some strangled squeaks as the garotte started to really choke her. Her heart rate was really racing on the screen with the excitement. The coach turned the vibrator to two and expertly adjusted the garotte to keep her in the comfortable zone of asphyxiation without fully strangling her, letting her pleasure build.

Soon Melanie's heart skipped a beat and her pussy started to contract. Her whole body shuddered as she received her first orgasm. When coach saw that he really tightened the handle and Melanie felt sudden darkness around her vision. She was fully strangled and she felt the pain in her throat but her pleasure was stronger.

She felt the endorphins of her orgasm as her mind swam in the pleasure. Her chest was now burning with the need to breathe, but the garotte had sealed her throat completely. Her heart raced ever faster as the vibrator still drove her pleasure.

She barely noticed when coach turned the vibrator to the highest level. She was fully enveloped in the stars that danced in her eyes. Her body involuntarily fighting the strangulation, but her mind feeling only ever increasing pleasure.

Then her second orgasm exploded like the firework stars in her vision against the black. She felt nothing but purest of pleasure as her mind faded in the relentless embrace of the killing machine.

The coach observed the little mouse girl passing out. He tightened the garotte a little bit more to make sure and then left it there. He walked over to the front, next to the limp mouse.

She was drooling with her plump purple tongue lolled out of her blissful relaxed face. Her formerly bright pink ears had turned deep purple. The seat in front of her was drenched by her juices she had squirted during her final orgasm.

“I don't think I need to say anything about what she felt, her body did all the showing.” The started again to the class. He pointed at the heartbeat monitor which had calmed down a bit, but was still racing at quite a pace. “You'll note that although she has passed out now, she's still quite alive.”

“I could release the garotte and she would recover with little ill effects. Her throat would be bruised, but probably fine. She wouldn't appreciate it though. If you do agree that you will release her, then this is reasonably safe way to satisfy the urges for snuffer or snuffee. She might easily still die, but it's a risk they're more than willing to take. But please don't cheat them out of their fulfillment if you've promised to go all the way. And remember! It's illegal to hurt or snuff furs against their will.” 

The coach glanced at the heart rate display. It had slowed down by quite a bit as the unconscious brain was no longer regulating it. “Right about now she is starting to sustain permanent brain damage. It wouldn't be much yet, but it'll start to happen at increasing rate the longer she's without oxygen.”

Then the heart rate started to become erratic, wandered around a bit and then flatlined.

“Cardiac arrest. It would be difficult to resuscitate her now, but still possible. After another half a minute or minute, she'll be permanently brain dead even if her heart would restart.”

The coach glanced at the clock. “Well, that's it for this class. Next period's home ec will have a demonstration on how to butcher a carcass using her body, so don't miss it as I know several of you truants are wont to. And we'll have her fur prepared for next week's crafting class material.”

The bell rang and the dazed pupils started to wander out of the class, unsure if they should still be looking at the dead mouse girl who had until just moments ago been their classmate.

The coach grinned as he saw Kevin walk by awkwardly. A large messy spot clearly visible on the front of his jeans.