The clattering of clothes hangers was familiar, and had been going on for nearly an hour now.  It was just so hard to choose!  Pink... blue... white... lavender.  They were all precious to him, all special and unique in one way or the other.  Each dress in the closet a small expression of his youthful joy.  And he needed to pick out the perfect one.

Soft white fur, baby fur, the little cubby still sporting the extra fluffy stuff across his body, covered the paws that shifted through his closet, ignoring the school uniforms and other normal boy clothing.  He stood completely stark naked, trying to make up his mind.  His fur still smelled like the kiwi shampo he used in the shower.
"Hurry up, son." a booming voice from downstairs called out with a chuckle.  "We really don't have all day to hang around!" 

The little bear grinned and blushed as he heard that, some reason the reminder causing a stirin gof his loins... his sheath beginning to tingle in that very special way.

And thats when something fell from the top shelf... the blue silk ribbon he mad himself on his first day at the new school... while he wasn't able to wear a dress most days there, the little blue ribbon let him express his true self to his friends, and the dash of pink flowers on its end set the scene perfectly...

And thats how he knew, tying the ribbon to his head... the baby blue shift would be the one.  It really was his favorite after all, the silky faberic was clean and without much adornment
He slipped the dress on over his head, letting the flowing faberic drape over him as if it were an old friend giving him the lightest of hugs.  He closed his eyes and could tell every seam, every loose thread... he didn't need to see the dress in the mirror to know exactly what it would look like.  He could feel it, in hes heart every bit as much as his mind.
The lad nearly skipped down the stairs towards his father.  A slow clap from the much older bear greeting him in his wonderful atire.  "Wow, I have to say, you are the most darling thing in this house." 

The cub blushed horribly at hear that, but played it off by twirling once he touched down on the living room floor.  The fabric fanning out around him in cracful waves, his bare feet feeling cold on the stone tile flooring.

"Everyone's waiting for you out back." the father told the cub, scooping up the boy in his arms and giving him a loving nuccle on the neck and a wide lick across the cheek.  One that is met with a giggle from the boy and the response of "Daaaaad, you're embarassing me!"
His friends all cheered when they saw the pair of them exit the house and walk into the back yard.  Streamers and confetti littered the grounds, and a silly clown in a top hat and a goofily oversized tie enteretained the younger of the bunch.

It was his mother that had the sweetest smile, though, her round cheeks and baby blue eyes framed with her half moon specitcles, welling up with prideful tears at her baby boy, looking beutiful.
His father sat him down gently as his friends all began forming a wide circle, the little cub walking to the edge of the porch before his father's hand reached out to hold his bared shoulders.  "Just a sec, kiddo..." 

His father knew the blue dress would be the one... he loved his son, and knew his favorites even if the boy chattered all about the perfect dress for weeks leading up to this.
And thats why he pulled out a long blue ribbon from his pocket, wrapping it neatly around the cubs hands as he pulled them behind them... binding them behind his back.  The cub's heartbeat began to skyrocket as he felt it...
The father then pulled off his own shirt, a matching blue silk mask placed over his eyes as he lightly tied it around... but even this menacing facade was masked by the pride he felt for his boy as he stood there tied...

And then a chuckle as the dress tented in front, the lad's erection pushing out proudly!  And his father couldn't blame him!  his only shorts were tenting as well!

He reached down and lifted the hem of his son's dress, and laid it gently across his erection... letting the boy's cubhood stand proud above his downy fluffy nuts.  He even went so far as to bend down and kiss the tip oh so gently.
And that's when he reached across the picnic table under the porch and pulled out a noose that was waiting, tossing it over the archway that the lad was standing under... one that normally sported vines and flowers but was cleared off for this very very special birthday.
The coil was huge compared the little boy's head, but this just reminded him of what the boy was giving up... the real sacrifice of a life that wouldn't be realized.  So much potential gone forever...
And then his father lowered it around his neck and pulled the knot tight.

That action alone caused the boy's hear to skip a beat as he took in a deep breath...

And that caused a tear to fall down his father's eye, carving a wet path through his older more silky fur.  He bend down again and kissed his son on the forehead, putting his finger to his son's lips to ask him not to say another thing...

And then he pulled the slack out of the rope.  It was a slow draw, the boy's feet scratchign at the porch deck for a few seconds before only air reached.  his mouth gasped for air that would never reach his burning lungs... his huge blue eyes sparkling with the setting sun that he would never see reach land...

And his father just stared on in pride after tying the rope off... standing in front of his slowly dying son, eyes locked on the wiggling form...
And then he popped the button off his shorts... dropping them and standing completely nude in front of the crowd.  He didn't care... this day was for him and his son... not the others.

He stroked his massive erection that slipped from his sheath as he watched every final moment that his son experienced...
As his son's kicks and squirms began to wear thin... and his face tinting first red... then darker... he felt the gentle spray of his son's cum on his belly and face.

It wasn't much, but it was both his son's first... and last.  And feeling that, his own erection bathed his son's blue dress with his own white seed... the father grunting as he continued to stroke the member until it went lilt... and when it went flaccid... so too did his son's body... his eyes till open... but no longer a sparkle... a life lost... and a beautiful send off.

A love that can only be shared once.
~ fin ~