For...Me

A wonderful macro capital punishment story made by

“Time’s up Don, put the plate down and stand up” one of the prison guards banged on the cell door with his nightstick.

Don had just finished his last meal, his red fox fur had been stained and dirtied by his time in the hell like penitentiary, his hour had come and the thin man stood in his cell, empty plate in hand, awaiting the guards to take him closer to his last minute on earth. He let the plate fall to the floor, hearing the loud metallic clank of his cell door being unlocked; he was used to the sound, the air pressure changing slightly as the large door swung open.

Two guards, he couldn’t tell who they were or what they looked like as they were dressed completely in riot gear, their faces and muzzles hidden by Kevlar like masks, stepped inside his already cramped cell to place the usual handcuff bindings on Don’s hands, permitting him a very limited range of movement as he was slowly escorted out of the concrete walls of his room. Now outside of his cell, the air changed, it was less damp and more open, this may be the last fresh air I ever inhale, he thought to himself.

Don closed his eyes, breathing in more of the air, taking in the sight of the cell block he was in for the final time.

“Enjoy your stay Don?” a familiar voice interrupted his sightseeing.

The warden of his block, Vergil, stood beside him; he was braver than the guards, wearing only his usual officer’s clothes, his name tag and badge clearly visible, his purple angel like wings folded up to his grey furred back.

“Yeah, I’ll be sure to give it a good review in hell” Don smirked at the wolf now strolling along side him on the elevated platform.

They headed towards the stairs that lead to the lower level of the cell block, Don could see the other inmates, whom had all come to respect him, standing and watching him pass, their orange jumpsuits similar to his, some ripped and torn, others dirty and filled with grime. Don couldn’t wait to get out of this place, one way or another, he would leave.

“So tell me” Vergil interrupted him once more, “How did your last supper taste?”
Don smiled again, turning and looking at the wolf once more, “Like your cousin’s pussy, last Halloween” he spat at him.

Vergil laughed, “What a coincidence, my cousin happens to be your executioner.”

“So it’s a family business then?” Don asked, being pushed along rather roughly by the guards, it was hard for him to make eye contact with Vergil.

“I guess you could say that, you would know about family business, considering you were the head of one at one point, you have such a fitting name too, Don the Don” Vergil laughed at his own joke.

They took a left down the corridor, then another left, and a right. Don knew the layout of the prison well enough to know that the path they were taking was not the right way towards the electric chair, the route they traveled lead to the yard, which he had been to several times, he could count the times they had attempted to riot while within the yard, this last time is what had landed him in the position he was in, having stabbed and killed one of the guards last time, the state decided to push his execution ahead of schedule.

Now nearing the door to the yard, he still wondered what they could have planning, he knew there was no way that the legal guys he knew could bail him out of this one, his death was set, planned and about to be carried out, however he still wondered why the yard was where they were heading. Vergil put his hands on the bar of the door, unlatching it and pushed it open, light flooded through the gap of the open door, nearly blinding Don.

He felt the cuffs be unlocked and removed, one of the guards swiftly pushed him into the yard and closed the door behind him, sealing off his escape from the hot, sandy clearing. Don looked around; the yard was surrounded on all sides by high concrete walls which were topped with barbed wire, the only chance to leave were to rush the door when it opened to let a prisoner in and security had tightened since the last riot was attempted.

There were already a couple dozen furs of all shapes and sizes, lulling around in the yard, some talking to others, some staying in tight knit groups and whispering to one another, others took this time to exercise since they had nothing else to do. Don spotted someone he did know, he was hassling a smaller inmate for a smoke when he spotted Don, the man, a ferret, unfittingly deemed the title of “the weasel” wandered over to Don.

Don had known the weasel since before they had been imprisoned, they weren’t good friends, but he could rely on the tall, slim ferret whenever he needed, which was a rare quality these days. He approached the weasel, giving him the usual handshake and greeting him with open arms.

“I was scared out of my wits man, I could’ve sworn you would be hanging from a noose by now” the weasel confided in Don, “mine was scheduled right after yours, so
if I can see you’re still breathing, that means I still have a chance”

“That’s the funny thing” Don replied, “They gave me the last meal and everything, even acted like they were bringing me to the chair, but then they brought me here with not one hint of explanation”

“Me too, by the way, I was curious to ask, what you ordered for your final eats?” Weasel asked.

“Pasta, as my mother used to make, had to give them the recipe by mouth for them to make it, and they still screwed it up, too much salt” Don shook his head.

Don looked upwards, there were a few birds flying over the yard, nothing too out of the ordinary, however there was what appeared to be a larger plane, circling the perimeter of the prison, making bank like turns, unusual for what seemed to be a jet liner.

“What is that?” Don asked, pointing at the large plane.

Weasel looked up to where Don was pointing, they continued to watch it, studying its flight pattern, it seemed to almost glide around the impound, occasionally swinging too wide and correcting its path with an almost bird like 90 degree turn. Don couldn’t make out any distinct markings on the craft, as the sun glared down on top of them, limiting his view of the plane. They watched it circle for a while, it had captured the attention of the entire population within the yard, Don noticed another suspicious thing about the yard today, there were no guards stationed within the yard’s high walls, no guards in the towers as far as he could see.

The intercom crackled to life, pulling the inmate’s attention to the large platform just above the wall, there stood Vergil, holding the microphone, a myriad of guards lined up behind him.

“Attention inmates of death row” he greeted them cheerfully, “Welcome one and all to the snack bowl! This will be the largest scale, legal execution to ever occur in these walls, if you thought the conditions in the prison were bad, get ready for the ride of your life in here” he laughed.

The inmates looked at each other, confused; Don continued to stare up at Vergil, wondering what this grey furred, winged wolf had in store for them.

“Let the snack bowl…BEGIN!” he shouted cheerfully.

The last statement Vergil did not say towards the inmates, but instead, towards the sky, specifically the unidentified craft, which appeared to be in a nose dive towards the ground, directly at the yard. The inmates scattered, running towards the walls and ducking behind anything they could, Don and weasel hugged the wall tightly, shutting both their eyes and waiting for a crash.

The crash they expected did not come, instead a large WUMP took its place, the two turned back around to view what damage must have been caused by such a large plane.

What damage there would’ve been was done mostly to the dirt and sand of the yard, in place of what they first assumed was an aircraft stood over a hundred feet of Papillon female, her own bat like wings, now retracting to her body, her enormous form took up a good portion of the yard as she stretched her back. The macro girl, Don assumed, was the cousin Vergil was talking about earlier, she was dauntingly large; her large powerful muscles could shatter the walls of the prison. She wore an officers uniform, similar to Vergil’s, save for the name tag, which spelled out ‘Lilith’, giving Don a name for this macro sized canine.

Lilith looked down towards the many tinies in the yard, she licked her lips, her mouth already starting to drool with anticipation, she looked down to one inmate in particular who cowered behind an outhouse, one of the only structures within the walls of the yard, she leaned down, her large, brown furred arm stretched all the way across the yard towards the building. She carefully reached behind it and clamped her two fingers together, trapping the little fur in between them. She retracted her arm and brought him up to her face.

“So” Lilith began, the fur could feel her hot breath rush past him, her more than threatening teeth being presented to him every time she opened her mouth, he began to shake and cower uncontrollably, wishing he was anywhere but in front of this giant woman’s maw, “You all are the death row bunch? Hmm, I expected a larger crowd, however I suppose you’ll do. Anyways, as you may have noticed” she waved her hands around as she spoke, disorienting the tiny currently in her right hand, “My name is Lilith, and I will be your executioner for this snack bowl, now you may be wondering what a snack bowl actually is, so let me give you a brief demonstration” she held the tiny back up to her gaping maw, he was dazed and dizzy, not realizing the peril he was in, she released him and he fell straight down onto her awaiting tongue.
Lilith swished him around in her mouth for a bit, she always enjoyed the taste of the little people, some were salty, and others bitter, this one had a tang of sour to him.

She swished him around for a bit longer before she began sucking the taste off him, meanwhile the inmate was going through a wet hell, his body being thrown around in pitch black darkness; he couldn’t see her large tongue as she moved him closer and closer to the back of her throat. Finally, when she had enough of just him inside her mouth, she swallowed the struggling fur, enjoying the feeling of the tiny working its way down her throat; she could feel his every struggle as he fell into her stomach.

“Ah” she gasped as he finally made contact with her stomach, “One down the hatch, many to go” Lilith smiled, bearing her huge sharp fangs towards the other inmates, who now either scattered or froze in their place with fear, watching the other fur be swallowed alive was too much for many of the furs in the yard.

Don and Weasel were part of the running group, they ran in erratic patterns, circling the yard as Lilith picked out more people to join the first in her stomach. Lilith targeted the ones that weren’t moving first, as she was hungry and didn’t have the energy or the patience to chase after the others yet. She leaned over and picked up a fur that was just standing there, gazing up at her gigantic form, she collected him then spotted a few others, picking them up one by one, all in the same hand.

“You guys don’t fight much, I can tell, I like that, my prey to be submitting to me and prepared to face my stomach with tearing eyes” Lilith laughed, opening her mouth once more and popping one in and savoring his flavor before swallowing him whole. She liked to feel them struggle down her throat and in her stomach; she wasn’t a big fan of the blood that came along with grinding one in between her teeth either. She could feel the first one struggle against her stomach finally, her muscles must be trying to finish him off, she thought; Lilith took her time with the group in her paw.

She would take and eat one periodically, watching the other furs scramble about below her, none of them dare came towards her, for fear of suffering the same fate of those in her stomach and hand. She swallowed the fifth one, this one struggled the hardest down her throat and into her stomach, she patted her dark red stomach still enjoying the feeling of the five furs fighting for their lives within her, they didn’t understand that it was fruitless, if the cramped spaces didn’t get to them, her stomach acids eventually would, and she knew that the stuff in her stomach could kill.

Once she was done to only four furs in her hand, she decided to send them off as a group, putting them all in her gaping maw, and bashing them about with her large tongue. She smiled over at her cousin, still perched upon the raised platform, enjoying the sight of all the inmates being tortured and slaughtered before him. He could tell they truly feared this titaness that stood over them, their hour had certainly come, he knew, anyone within the yard was done for.

Lilith burped, the four furs finally falling down her throat, joining the rest in her stomach acids. Lilith turned and saw the rest of the yard, still scrambling about, she decided to have some fun with them, considering they were about to meet their demise anyways, plus she could use some entertainment.

“Nobody wants to just stop and face death like a man? You guys are the hardest criminals out there and you’re scared of little me?” she laughed, “Fine then, if you want to play it that way, I’ll be forced to eat you all, one by one”

She stooped down once more, targeting the slowest fur within the yard, she put her hand in front of him, he ran into her palm and Lilith closed her large fingers around him, trapping him like the rest in her hand. She brought him close up to her face, just like the first, he was a larger man, at least 250 pounds of weight, she smiled.

“My, my, aren’t you just full of calories? I believe you’re going to fill me up pretty quickly, well, better to get the fatty stuff over with first right?” Lilith smiled at the struggling fur in her hand. She brought him up to her mouth, letting him fall straight down to the back of her throat, skipping the usual playing and getting right to the swallowing of him, he had limited room moving down her massive throat and she enjoyed every waking second of him being moved down to her stomach.

She felt him enter her tomb like stomach and moved on to the next running fur, then the next, repeating this over and over until she was almost out of tinies.

Lilith looked around for a bit, studying where they might be, watching for movement. Finally, out of the corner of her eye, she saw two furs jump from a hiding spot, she smiled, now knowing where they were made her job fun, since there were only two left, and they seemed to be running together, she decided to separate them.

Don was running at full speed, pacing himself with weasel, he did not believe that Lilith had seen him, until he felt the dirt leave his feet, his body gliding into the air and finally come to rest eye to eye with the gargantuan Lilith. She smirked at him as he struggled to be freed from her grip, she tightened her two fingers around his waist, squeezing the air from his lungs, he gave up fighting and instead stared right back at his gigantic capture.

Lilith laughed at the two, one in her hand and one on the ground, knowing they now realized it was hopeless, that they would soon join the rest of the yard’s populace in her stomach.

“You didn’t have to tire yourselves out like that you know?” she smiled, “I like those who just accept their fate as my food, they’re more fun to play with you know? Ah well, guess I can’t have everything in the world” Lilith was about to drop Don in when her cousin flew up next to her hand, Vergil wanted to speak with Don before he went.

“Hear that Don?” he laughed, referring to the screams coming from within Lilith, “Sounds like your death, guess you were wrong about ‘eating my cousin’ in fact, I believe my cousin will be eating you” Vergil did a quick summersault in the air, then returned to his original altitude, wiping a laughing tear from his eye, “Oh man this is too much, alright Lilith, let him have it”

“With pleasure” Lilith licked her lips as Vergil flew back to his perch.

She tightened her grip on Don, bringing him up above her head, leaning back, she released him, dropping him down into the back of her gaping mouth; she shut her maw as soon as she felt him hit the back of her throat.

Don certainly wanted to live, Lilith could tell, because he seemed to struggle the most out of all of the others she had swallowed. This is what she really wanted, the feeling of someone fighting for their lives, expending all their energy just to survive inside her maw. She moaned at the feeling of him, vibrating him around within her giant mouth. She didn’t swish him around much, allowing her to feel all of his pathetic struggles within her mouth, this was paradise for her.

At last, after much fighting and struggling, she swallowed him, energy and all, she could feel his form being pulled down into her, his fight was all but gone, as he continued to struggle down into her stomach. She let out another moan, distracted by the fight of this one; Weasel took this as an opportunity to strike. Blinded by rage of watching not only the inmates die one by one before him, but also his former pal, he snapped.

Weasel picked up a piece of rock, running up to her huge toes, he slammed it down in rage onto Lilith’s biggest toe. He knew she had felt it as she stopped enjoying the sensation of Don falling into the pit that was her belly and looked downwards at the ferret fur now warming up for another bash. She flicked her toe out angrily, knocking him over onto his back, she quickly scooped him up, squeezing the air from his lungs she brought him up to her now scowling face.

“Just for that you don’t get such a peaceful death” Lilith growled at him, she opened her jaw and placed him within her mouth like the others, however, since he had acted in such a way, she decided to give him a painfully cruel death, unlike the others still moving around in her stomach.

Lilith maneuvered the small fur with her tongue, laying him on the tops of her bottom molars, then trapped him there with her upper teeth, she began to slowly press down with her top molars, squeezing him between the two rock hard surfaces. She kept the pressure up, slowly and could feel his ribs begin to break and his body beginning to give way under her huge molars.

The guards and Vergil stood on the raised platform, the guards were shocked and appalled by the events that were unraveling themselves before them, Vergil however watched and waited, enjoying hearing the muffled screams of the prisoners within his giantess of a cousin. He could tell that Weasel, whom he had also watched over in the past, was nearing his breaking point. He turned to the row of guards behind him, watching their scared faces; he opened his mouth to speak.

“Those who are squeamish may leave now” he spoke to the line.

One by one all the guards left though the staircase, not wanting to watch as another fur’s life was brutally taken from him. Vergil returned to watching his oversized cousin slowly press down on the ferret.

Finally, an audible popping noise was heard, Vergil knew what it was, and he smiled.

“Pop goes the weasel” he snickered.

Lilith swallowed the remains of the poor ferret, gagging at the coppery taste of his blood, she wiped what was left of him off her lip and on her officers pants. She looked down once more, scanning the prison yard, making sure there were no survivors that she had missed.

Once she was satisfied she had gotten them all, she turned and walked over to the raised platform that her small cousin still stood, waiting for her to return. She leaned down and put her paw on the edge of the platform like one would a table, making herself level with the smaller, winged wolf fur.

He went up and patted her nose, “Good girl” he laughed.

“Hey, I’m not exactly a ‘girl’ Vergil, I’m a woman” Lilith laughed back at him, “Anyways, they sure were tasty, except the last one, he smelled terrible, and his insides were even worse” she patted her stomach, “I can still feel them, some of them have perished, but a majority are still fighting to get out, I wonder when they’ll give up? Or maybe they’ll just struggle until they die”

“That’s how it usually is, isn’t it?” Vergil asked.

“Yeah I suppose, I wish there were more of them, I had some other ideas planned and more interesting ways to dispose of them” Lilith sighed, “When’s the next execution going to be?” she asked.

“When are you going to be hungry again?” Vergil laughed, patting her nose once more, she snorted, almost blowing him back, and laughed as well.

End.