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Luma's detractors might have said that she was a liar, that her visions were nothing but cold reading and parlor tricks, and just maybe they weren't wrong, but Luma believed in everything she practiced, and to her, it was all effective and very much real. The skeptics did bother her, but she never let them see how deep their words cut her. She took solace in seeing beyond the fabric of reality.

Past her desire to give the less inclined glimpses into their fate, Luma had bills to pay, and her skills translated into a generous income when put to work for the superstitious. Living a short ways from Los Angeles saw no shortage of curious-minded burnouts and weirdos coming to her door - but best of all were the celebrities.

It came as a mild surprise to Luma to see a rock singer in her parlor. Upon her first look at him, she mistook him for a wolf like herself, but his tail gave him away as a fox, if not an uncommonly big one. Luma, a tall girl herself, had to cant her head back to look at his eyes. When she did, she wished she hadn't. His red eyes were darting and fervent, hinting at a drug high. Luma broached his needs carefully.

"I've never been to a place like this," Kahnso said, ashamed and frowning. "My agent suggested you to me."

Luma smiled winsomely, clasping her paws over her taut belly. Unintentionally, she pressed her plump breasts together with her biceps, forcing them to fill out her low-cut blouse. A pink crystal worn on a lanyard around her neck disappeared suggestively into her cleavage. Unknown to Luma, this was what kept many of her male clients interested in her readings. Kahnso similarly found her tits difficult to overlook. He smiled impishly at them.

Mistaking the smile for friendliness, Luma smiled more widely herself. "Has he? I'm afraid I don't offer discounts for referrals, but," she pressed her palms together before her chest, "I'm delighted that you came one way or another! My name is Luma."

"Kahnso," he quietly said, losing his smile and gaining an aloof quality. "Maybe you've heard of me."

Luma had not. "Kahnso? The Kahnso?" she winked. "Quite an honor that you'd come here. I'm flattered."

The large fox chuckled. "Yeah, yeah, I bet. I'm just here for--, you know, the--, whatever you do, I guess," he murmured, waving it off.

Indifference and ignorance were attitudes Luma faced often. She laughed disarmingly and took his paw, finding it hot and dense. The pretty wolf made a mental note then and there not to upset this client. "Please come with me, don't be nervous or afraid."

In the privacy of her den, Luma gestured to a plain chair facing a table covered with objects he recognized only from pop culture. A crystal ball; a stack of tarot cards; crystals and gems of varying cuts and shades. He patronizingly smiled. "What's all this shit?"

"Oh, odds and ends," Luma tutted, not losing her cheerful countenance. She lit, then extinguished a stick of incense, the rich scent of which began to fill the room. She lowered the lights with a dimmer switch and took her place opposite Kahnso. Finally she put her paws on the table, palms up and outstretched, and beckoned him to hold them.

As he settled into the chair and grasped Luma's paws, Kahnso couldn't help but snicker. "Hand holding? You just wanna touch me."

Luma winked. "By being able to touch and feel you," she patiently said, "I can better see what lies ahead for you. It's all very intimate." She squeezed his paws reassuringly. "Bear with me."

"Intimate," Kahnso cooed, as if tasting the word. "Okay, sure."

When Luma closed her eyes, Kahnso expected her to start moaning in order to really lay it on thick, but she merely sat in silence, and so did he - while staring into her cleavage. Eventually the wolf opened her eyes and calmly said, "You're curious about the crystal?"

"The crystal," Kahnso dumbly repeated. He looked up at her face and grinned in a guilty way. "Yes."

Luma touched its hexagonal shaft suggestively. "Just a little something. Crystals are a source of energy and purification," she beamed. "I sell a few different kinds if you'd like to take a look when we're through here."

"We'll see," Kahnso mused. "One step at a time, babe."

"Of course!" Luma chuckled. "Look at me, getting so far ahead of myself," she sighed, reaching for the deck of cards. She held them pensively, then passed them to the rockstar, who began to curiously turn the stack over. "No, no!" she said, earning an annoyed glare which she paid little mind to. Touching his wrist and smiling, Luma said, "Shuffle them. Do it however you like."

To Luma's surprise, Kahnso was quite good at shuffling cards, doing so with the flair of a casino dealer. She complimented him on as much as she watched. "I've spent some time at disreputable pleasure parlors," he dryly replied, sliding the deck back to her.

Absently, Luma palmed the unbroken deck, then grinned sheepishly and slid it back to him. "Shuffle it again," she giggled, "but this time, think of what it is you seek guidance most with. Go on."

A truly condescending smile creased Kahnso jowls. He started to calmly shuffle the cards again, cutting and shuffling, shuffling and cutting over and over, with the wolf's breasts on his mind. He passed them back once more and neatly interlaced his fingers on the table. "Done."

"Excellent," Luma said, beaming again. She began to lay the cards out face-up, arranging them in the shape of the Celtic Cross.

Kahnso watched patiently for all of ten seconds, then his eyes fixed on one card in particular: the Fool. He frowned and put his finger on it, which Luma first thought to swat away, but she smartly resisted the urge. "What's this about?"

"Well, it's--, it's the Fool," Luma said, chuckling. "It's no personal offense to you. I'll explain in a moment," tutted the wolf, and she resumed laying the cards out, moving on to the staff.

"Y'know what, let's not be coy about this," the rockstar said, snickering like a horny teenager. Luma looked up at him and smiled vacantly. "I only came here to shut my manager up, and you're full of shit."

Luma continued to smile, but her expression actually became more patient. She sighed. "I've been told that. And I do understand your skepticism, Mister Kahnso. But," she winked again, "there is power in all of this, if you'll put your concerns aside."

Inelegantly, Kahnso reached under his beater and scratched his flank. "Come on, baby, give it a rest. Let's just fuck, you're dying for it."

"I'm sorry?" the girl blurted out, starting a nervous laugh. "I think--, I--, I really don't know where you might have gotten that idea."

The sleaze on Kahnso's face shifted to a glare. He grunted and dropped his arms on the table, upsetting the cards. "Don't you fucking tease me now. I saw you," he whipped his snout up and scoffed, "batting those eyelashes. Squishing your tits together. Smiling at me all the time."

In a self-conscious instant, Luma's smile vanished. She set down the deck of cards and pushed her chair back, rising as calmly as she could. She glanced at her cell phone on the bookshelf and crept to it nonchalantly, but the fox lunged out of his chair and hurled it back in his wake. As it clattered across the floor, Luma flinched and whimpered, making herself helpless long enough for Kahnso to grab her by the arms.

"Listen now, baby, you wanted it just a few minutes ago," he sultrily growled, pressing his lips against her neck, giving it a nip. Luma gasped. "So just quit with the teasing. Come on."

"I wasn't teasing you, I swear it," Luma groaned, grabbing the singer's broad shoulders. "Ple-e-ease. I won't--, I won't charge you anything for this session. We can get back to it right now, we can forget this ever--."

"We're not gonna forget it!" Kahnso barked, thrusting the wolf back. Luma stumbled and her hind end crashed against the wall, rattling the framed photos of her family. The girl timidly peeled herself away from the wall and rubbed her posterior with a wince.

A strange resignation settled on Luma's face. She cried, but not much. Her phone, and the help it could summon, was just a few feet away; but that might as well have been ten miles. "Please, don't do this."

Kahnso showed how resolute he was when he yanked off his beater and encroached on her space again. He grabbed her by the wrists, expecting a struggle and squeezing accordingly, but there was no fight until he squeezed. Luma began to shriek, "You're hurting me, you're bruising me!"

"Then hold the fuck still," Kahnso grunted.

"I was," Luma whined. "I'm not fighting you!"

The fox pushed his sticky lips onto Luma's but found her cold and unresponsive. "Give me a goddamn kiss, woman," he grumbled before he tried to slop his tongue past her lips. Luma took his slobbering passively until he started fondling her rear where she was developing a bruise. In reflex, she squeaked and bit his tongue.

Though the damage wasn't permanent, the pain was so sharp that Kahnso roared and whipped his head back. He clutched his maw and cuffed Luma with the back of his paw, whipping her head to the side and slinging slobber. Like Kahnso, she cupped her face, and then she began to sob.

With her tears came the will to save herself. Luma shoved Kahnso's abdomen, but he didn't budge. Panicked, she made the attempt to slip around him and grab her phone, but the fox was faster. "C'mere and quit playing hard to get, you sweet piece of ass!" he slurred, his tongue still sore and beginning to swell a bit. He roughly snapped up a fistful of Luma's pretty blue hair. Like bringing a dog to heel, he pulled with all his strength and Luma came off balance with an earsplitting scream.

Taking her from bad to worse, Luma's feet kept going as her head stopped, and she fell, putting all her weight on the hair in Kahnso's grip. Through some small mercy, not even Kahnso was strong enough to support her dead weight. His arm buckled and he fell forward still holding her, letting her already-sore ass slam into the floor. The shelves rattled.

Luma's vision was blurry and wet, and all she could truly focus on was the pain. Kahnso released her hair and she flopped onto her back, then thrust herself toward the bookshelf and groped above her view. She felt the familiar curves of her phone, but before she could even begin to dial for help, Kahnso grabbed her wrist. He squeezed like a vise, making bone grind and muscles bruise. Luma screamed until her voice broke, becoming a gasp of exquisite pain, the electrifying effect of which made her tremble throughout her body and kick the floor.

"You're breaking my wrist, please, please!!" she squealed, dropping the phone as an afterthought and not an appeasement, but Kahnso let her go all the same. Yet again, like an ignorant cub burning her paw on the same stove twice, she fell on her back once more and reached for the phone. Kahnso mashed it underfoot, narrowly missing her fingers and producing a sickening crunch of plastic and silicon. Luma flinched and shrieked.

"You're lucky I broke your fucking phone," he hissed, pulling her blue hairs out from between his fingers before suddenly tugging her up by the armpits. "Up. Up, baby! Show me those big tits!"

"I will not!" Luma bleated, choking on snot and fear. She swatted off his gripping paws, but in reply, he grabbed her chin and squeezed it tight.

"Look me in the eye," the fox lowly said, holding Luma still despite her thrashing. "Look at me, look the fuck at me."

And finally, Luma obeyed, staring hatefully at Kahnso's red eyes. She sniffed sharply.

"If you'd called the cops, I would've fucking killed you before they got here." He thrust her back and watched as she tried to keep a hard face, but she was trembling, crying uncontrollably, and her fists shook in a display of impotent rage. Sporting the beginnings of an erection, Kahnso devilishly grinned and swung at the wolf, purposefully missing, but making her gasp and withdraw just the same. "Yeah, cower. And show me your goddamn jugs already."

Luma thought she could bare herself without choking up, but as soon as she pulled her shirt up and off, baring her baby-blue bra, she became an even more spectacular wreck. "Puh--, please," she blubbered. "Don't do this to me-e-e..."

The wolf believed that Kahnso, as he wrapped his paws around the cups of her bra, was not listening. The reality was that he was listening quite intently, and it was with sadistic delight that he replied: "Do what, exactly?" He scoffed. "You think I'm gonna rape you?"

She looked down, fearing his gaze, then wiped her eyes and nose on the back of her arm. "Yes," she whispered.

Kahnso smiled like a demon and reached around Luma's back. He undid the clasp of her bra and dropped the garment aside. Luma with her pink nipples exposed felt a new wave of revulsion, and she started to sob in full force again.

"The way I look at it," he sneered, dipping his head low to nose the curve of a thick breast, "is that you wanted it before." Luma started to protest and he shoved but didn't smack her muzzle. "You wanted it," he reiterated, "but now that you're fucking getting it, it's rape."

"I never wanted it," Luma sniveled.

Kahnso shook his head and showed his teeth. He grabbed Luma by the hair again, and merely holding it without tugging prompted her to scream. Had his honor not been offended, he would have loved the control he had over her. "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you," he rumbled, grabbing her shoulder, too, and he shoved her against the table. It wobbled and some of the cards slid off, fluttering down to the floor. "I'm gonna knot you," he added with obvious relish, "and I'm gonna dump my nuts in you. It's everything you wanted, so you better fucking appreciate it."

Stupid, implausible thoughts raced through Luma's mind. Could her phone, crushed and mangled, perhaps still work? Could she summon help with her clairvoyance? Or, just maybe, she could still talk the singer out of his evil ways. Kahnso interrupted her unlikely, brief planning: "What's this shit? I guess it'll work."

Luma saw that Kahnso had taken a kerchief of hers from the bookshelf. It was beautiful and hand-sewn, a keepsake from Luma's mother, from her mother, and so on for as long as the chain could be recalled. She winced. "Don't, please, that's been in my family for decades!" she cried, reaching for the kerchief.

With his enormous height, Kahnso dangled the cloth well above Luma's head. Its blue fabric sparkled a little in the lamp light, shimmering like a night sky's worth of stars. "Reach for it, show daddy you want it."

The girl reached up and even hopped, but she realized he was watching her breasts bounce. When she whined and covered herself, Kahnso laughed. "Aw, come on, you didn't even try. Sounds like you really need this snot rag anyway, that sucking is pretty gross."

"I will not play any more of these games," Luma quavered, putting all her nerve into one defiant statement.

"Is that so," Kahnso said, popping his eyebrows up. He was clearly impressed. "Guess there's a little fight in you yet. But," he gripped the kerchief in the middle and rrripped it into two ragged halves, "I want some pussy, not a tomboy."

Luma stared plaintively at the shreds, feeling like her heart had been ripped right in two. She reacted with only a murmur when Kahnso turned her and bound her arms behind her back with the cloth. In the flat tone of voice reserved for her readings, she said, "You're a monster."

Kahnso frowned as he tugged the knots tight. "How do you figure that, sugar?"

The rockstar's utter lack - or willful ignorance - of self-awareness saddened Luma as much as it appalled her. Her voice started to crack again, her brief composure expired when she whined, "Please, forget I said it, please..."

But Luma, whether or not she meant to, had struck a nerve. Kahnso whipped her around to face him and gripped her by the neck and tit. "You're gonna tell me what the fuck you meant!"

"You're already going to rape me!" she screamed in his face, spraying spittle across his muzzle. "So I ask you, what is the point!?"

"I am not raping you," grunted Kahnso, laying her back on the table. "Let's see how fucking wet you are, yeah," he groused, opening her fly with big, clumsy fingers. He didn't bother with the button, instead just yanking the denim flaps apart, and with that obstacle destroyed, he pulled down her pants with a matching lack of finesse. He stared at her panties, shaded soft blue to match her bra, and saw how bone-dry they were.

"You just--," he sputtered, pulling them down, "you like to pretend like you're being raped. You wanna be wet right now."

Luma whined and shook her head, the gesture not to herself or to Kahnso, but to any force which might have been watching. She made one last appeal between choking sobs: "Please. Please, be gentle. Don't hurt me."

A big grin appeared on Kahnso's face, both toothy and sinister. He hooked his fingers into her panties and slid them downward, baring Luma's perfect, white pussylips. "Oh, yeah, sure. Please, please, don't rape me, I totally don't want that at all, sir," he moaned, brushing his knuckles against her hot muff.

The wolf bit her lip and whined through it. Kahnso couldn't be convinced of anything, and to this fact she resigned herself. She made a token effort to close her thighs and shut him out, but he brutishly pushed them apart and thrust two fingers into her snatch. Luma reacted with a hiss.

"You're tight inside, baby," he huffed. "Not for very long, I figure."

"Mister Kahnso," Luma quietly, pleadingly said.

"Shhh. You're a hot bitch but a bad liar. As much as I like a good sexual assault," he chuckled, "you're layin' it on a little too thick."

From Luma's mouth came a warbling, desperate cry. It was an expression of so much hate and bewilderment on her part. She couldn't begin to imagine the sheer delusion going through Kahnso's head. Whether he was justifying the rape or he legitimately believed it was just a game, she was saddened to know a creature like Kahnso could exist.

Kahnso pulled back his fingers and spread the wolf's lips wide with them, exposing her pink flesh. He leaned near it and sniffed, but didn't indulge himself with a lick. "Christ, that's one nice-smelling muff," he murmured to nobody in particular. "I'd eat you out if you were a little better behaved," he said as he let her lips go. When he took a moment to unzip his track pants, Luma tried to calm herself. She was less than successful.

Unlike Luma with her pretty blue panties, Kahnso didn't bother to wear anything under his pants. The stiffening, pointed length of his cock was thus made immediately bare, and he rubbed its growing flesh on her inner thigh. Luma tensed and winced. "Thuh--, that--," she blubbered and sniffled, "that feels big."

The rockstar laughed with evil intent. "Oh, baby, it is. I don't measure," he lied, "but it's a good fifteen, sixteen inches of fat fuckin' love muscle." Luma whimpered dolefully. "And trust me, it's all gonna go up inside your pretty little pussy, girl. I don't settle for anything less than a knot fuck."

"Oh, god, not the knot," Luma groaned. "Please, those hurt so much!"

Kahnso rubbed against her soft thighs, smearing pre into her fur. Staring at the wolf's full breasts, which jiggled as she convulsed with sobs, was quite helpful in getting him hard; but thinking of how he owned her at that particular moment was what really got him going. He slid his big paws up her body and cupped her jugs, rubbing the nipples with his thumbs, treating them to symmetrical tweaks. Luma squirmed.

"It's too bad it has to be like this," Kahnso dourly said. "Would've been fun to do this, you know, all consenting and shit."

The wolf opened her wet, bloodshot eyes and stared at Kahnso. Her mouth hung agape, partly because she had to mouth breathe with such a stuffy nose, but also in awe. "Yuh--, you know what you're doing...?"

Kahnso struck a modest smile, looking away. "I know you don't want it, yeah."

"Then, please," Luma began.

"Nuh-uh." The singer looked down at his member and guided it into the wolf, easing the first few inches of his pointed meat inside of her. The clairvoyant wolf reacted with a quiet hiss, closing her eyes and resting her head back on the table. "Mmm, god. Tightest pussy I've had in weeks," he grumbled.

"Don't, Mister Kahnso, don't," she said, starting to sob again.

Kahnso rubbed her belly in slow, lazy circles as he pressed further inside of her, stretching her defiantly dry vaginal walls. "I want this cunt of yours, and I'm gonna have it. That's why this is happening to you. You could've said yes, and we would've had fun. I'm a nice guy when I'm not dealing with stubborn bitches."

"I'm sure you're very nice," Luma said as sincerely as she could, despite her blubbering. "You're handsome and--, and very perceptive, and I'm sure we could still have fun if you just untied me and maybe--, um--, maybe just talked to me? And cuddled? Instead of this?"

"No deal," Kahnso darkly replied, driving it in deeper still. He had barely reached the halfway mark when he began to pull back. Making up for Luma's dryness was the rockstar's copious precum. It smeared along her walls and lubricated her, so when he pushed in again, she was a little bit slicker. Nevertheless, she cried out from both the pain and the violation.

Through admittedly slow pushes, Kahnso wrenched Luma open and lubed her to the point that she became a reasonable cocksleeve. When his knot kissed up against her gouged muff for the first time, she hissed through clenched teeth and gradually arched her spine. "Oh my god, oh ga-a-awd," she whined in the tiniest voice she had. The tears rolled down the sides of her head and patted on the table, while her feet sported sharply curled toes.

Kahnso leaned over Luma, bracing his paws on the table. Keeping his knot painfully flush to Luma's box, he kissed her about the neck and cleavage, pausing to lick the crystal nestled between her boobs. "You're so fucking _fine._I think next session, I'll fuck your tits."

"Next session," Luma balefully said, trying without success to pull away from his tongue, "I'll be waiting with the police!"

"Like fuck you will!" Kahnso barked, and he yanked back his hips. Luma braced herself, but she still wasn't ready for the way Kahnso slammed home and crushed her cunt under the girth of his knot. She screamed so shrilly that the rockstar splayed back his ears, but it didn't dissuade him in the least. If anything, her cry steeled his resolve, and he started to repetitively buck into her.

Every single time Kahnso entered Luma, he made sure he pounded her pussylips with his knot. The thick gland collided with her like a fist, duly bruising her snatch, making the pain grow steadily worse in relatively little time. His face, once sleazy and even handsome, had taken on a hideously monstrous quality, and Luma only looked at him once before she decided she couldn't do so again.

"If you call the cops on me," he snarled, gnashing his teeth on every syllable, "you won't fucking live to do it again, you get that!?" One of the tits he had once stared at, even respectfully rubbed and kissed, he now squeezed with horrible strength. He yanked her tail hard enough that its bones popped. Luma squealed, crying freely and sniffling uselessly.

"I get it!" she bawled, squirming under the rockstar.

"Louder! Louder!!" Kahnso roared, his smooth voice distorted by anger.

But Luma couldn't say it louder. "I get it," she sobbed, broken. "I get it, I get it, please. I won't tell anyone, I'll never tell...!"

A startling noise of satisfaction broke up Kahnso's snarls. His countenance was still one of utter evil, but he had begun to moan and grunt with his bucks. The high of domination and the tight embrace of Luma's pussy was impossible to resist. He wrung her tit, putting ugly bruises on it, and he forced his knot into her, spreading open the pliable orifice of her cunt to tie her up tight.

It was a surprise and a disappointment to Kahnso's base desires that Luma did not scream when she was knotted. Her jaws parted wide and she gasped, but she was out of screams. Her entire body did, however, tremble violently in response to the pain, and her vaginal muscles clenched especially hard, as if trying uselessly to reject Kahnso's invading knot.

Hunkering down over top of Luma, Kahnso shuddered and groaned. He dribbled saliva on the wolf's neck and chin while he ground into her for the last twinges of pleasure he needed; and as he got them, he moaned, puffing foul and hot breath across her face.

Finally Kahnso had his release and Luma was made aware of just how productive the singer was. He filled her in a way no other partner in her life had, and because of the plug of his knot, not a single drop escaped. Though the feeling was all in her head, she thought she had been bloated by his semen, and with similar fallacy, she could feel him impregnating her - she whom had stopped taking her birth control due to a recent lack of sexual activity.

Luma said pitifully, "Oh, god, no... No, no, no. Please. You shouldn't have--, no, not inside me..."

The singer smooched her neck, but it felt purely predatory, especially with the way his prominent fangs ground into her skin. "Mmm, hey," he chuckled, his voice having become much more friendly, "what's wrong, sugar? You got those child-birthing hips, after all."

"That's not the point!" Luma cried out. "Just--, I don't know what I'm going to do if--, if...!"

Kahnso straightened up and looked down at the penetration. He knew he could have ripped his knot out of her, and he knew it would have caused her remarkable pain. The reason he left it inside of her was to keep her worrying about impregnation. "Let me just--," he laughed, "lemme get this straight, all right? You're not on the pill or something like that, because why exactly? You weren't having sex? You didn't expect someone to fucking rape you for being a cocktease?"

Luma started to sputter and cry all over again. Kahnso patted the bridge of her muzzle. "That's funny," he shrugged. "I figured you would've seen something like this coming."