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--1

"Explain the dream to me again, and this time, try to tell me what you think the fires really meant."

Kahnso had never been to therapy before and he wasn't enjoying his first experience so far. He had almost exclusively spent his time cooking up ways to murder his therapist with the objects decorating his office. The miniature pewter statue of The Thinker was most tempting as a bludgeon. When Kahnso was actually forced to speak, he lied extensively about how he had actually felt, which he believed was opposite the point of therapy. He wasn't ready to tell his simultaneously stuffy and new-age therapist how a nightmare had left him both crying and sticky from a nocturnal emission.

"I don't know what the fuck they meant," Kahnso moaned, "and that's I'm paying you four figures an hour to tell me what it means," he venomously snapped.

At this the therapist smiled tightly. He was a dorky little skunk and Kahnso hated the way he smiled when he was yelled at. "Kahnso," he all but cooed, nudging his lip with his pen, "I think the fires might symbolize the destruction of your career. You did say you've felt self-destructive since the loss of your girlfriend, didn't you?" he asked despite knowing. Anybody who read the tabloids knew.

"Yeah," Kahnso muttered numbly. "Don't fucking bring her up or I'll cram that clipboard up your asshole."

The skunk's smile vanished and he sucked in his cheeks, another tic he exhibited at threats. "Very well," he quietly and wisely conceded. "Now what about this... This central figure in the nightmare? What about that?"

"She was the one behind all of the fires," Kahnso said without inflection, peering up at the ceiling. Recalling this memory made him feel a distinct pang of lust.

"Behind them? Obscured behind them, like a wall of fire?" the skunk asked, scribbling all the while. Kahnso had amused himself thinking the skunk was playing hangman. The skunk actually had done so twice already.

"No, no, I mean she was the cause. I know she was creating them, somehow," the fox explained.

"I see, and how are you sure the figure was a she?" the therapist probed gently.

Because she had a nice pussy, Kahnso thought. "I just knew somehow," he tightly answered.

The skunk added this to his notes and considered. "Have you considered age regression therapy, Kahnso?"

"I'm leaving," Kahnso grunted. "Check's in the mail, asshole."

--2

Before bed, Kahnso deviated from his usual routine of sex and cocaine or video games by reading a book and drinking tea laced with whiskey. He drank until his head began to sag and the words coalesced into black smears. Without bothering to place his bookmark, he dropped the book on the table and flopped into his bed. His last great effort was shutting off the lamp and he passed out on his side with his arm hanging stupidly off the bed.

It seemed to be that the moment Kahnso's eyes closed, so did he enter a painfully familiar void in which he was aware and strangely corporeal. In this void he could discern for the blackness. He knew things were there, things which his senses couldn't perceive which were best left that way. Here was a strange sensation of peace to envelop him like the warmth of a woman's body. Wet warmth like sweat or the sticky loving of a ready pussy.

Gentle singing in Kahnso's ears now. Fear and panic overwhelm him, breaking him down to a blubbering fool, Pavlovian reactions to the gentle siren song. He knew She was behind his eyes. The fires burn and encircle him. She who had once stood in the shadows now lingers in the ring of fire with naked, prone Kahnso. Formidable in reality, here he feels tiny and helpless like a child. Her violet eyes look like those of some hellish dragon and She seems to peer right into his pupils and out the back of his skull. Seeing Her gaze makes him shudder and whine. His naked shaft is hard and drooling viscous pre.

"Don't be afraid of me," croons the figure. "I won't tease you if you just give me what I'm after."

Kahnso knows without being told what She is after but fear sees him step back, to whatever extent that he can step back in this dreamscape of Her creation. Denied again, She vanishes as She has before so many times, and the horror begins anew. Her nightmares for Kahnso are abstract yet no less terrifying than any neurotic terrors he can concoct on his own downtime. Primal emotions of fear with a candy shell of sexual bliss. In his frenzied state She rapes him to whatever extreme pleases Her but unreal and non-consenting interactions can only placate Her so much. Soon Kahnso will give in like the boys always do Until then, tormenting the rockstar is good fun.

"Aah, god," Kahnso bleated in the waking world. The sun peered obnoxiously around his curtains and his chest was plastered with an encrusted, yellowing mess of semen. Tears which had dried around his eyes lent his white fur mascara definition until he rubbed it away. "Fuck, this shit's gotta stop," he shuddered.

A lingering thought stuck out in Kahnso's mind as he sat up and shook away the restless sleep. Don't be afraid of me, I won't tease you if you just give me what I'm after. He knew the answer was somewhere in there. He discarded the notion after he woke up with a lukewarm shower and a drink. It wasn't until the night fell again that Kahnso began to feel the dread. Like clockwork, when he dared to sleep, She awaited him. And this time She was all but blatant.

"I want you, Kahnso," spoken with a mischievous giggle. "I won't rest until I get what I want - and neither will you. Find me," She whispers with only her eyes visible to Kahnso. "Think hard. You'll know where to find me."

"Just tell me," he whines to her. He was begging on his knees. He can't see his body or feel anything but he knows that he's kneeling. "Tell me where to find you, please, I can't handle this."

"Think hard, Kahnso," She croons to him. As always, Her voice is gentle. Her nightmares are not.

Kahnso awoke huddled and weeping.

--3

Kahnso surprised himself when he came upon the thought which housed her location. This goddess or beast, whatever she was, awaited him in the dense forest in the Californian countryside. Go alone - that much he knew. Fear had an odd way of steeling his actions, for rather than dread what amoral people or wild animals he might encounter in the woods, he feared seeing her in his sleep again. Wrong though he was, he thought she meant to kill him if he didn't give her what she craved from him.

As night fell, Kahnso cut through the gloom of the forest with a bright yellow floodlight. Wandering without cessation, he understood only that he'd know when he found her and all that he feared by then was the prospect of sleep. As night fell more completely Kahnso began to feel fear usually reserved for the dread of withdrawal Sleep was fast becoming a phobia, even as awake as he still was. It hadn't occurred to him to guzzle coffee or take amphetamines before his trip.

Relief at last came, mingled with terror. Her song fluttered into his ears, sweet and airy as it coasted through the forest. Her tones stilled chittering insects and hooting birds who dared not desecrate such perfect tones with their cacophony. Kahnso's heart quickened and his sheath bulged. He followed his ears like a dog. When her song grew clearer he called out, "I'm here! I'm here, take what you want!" In his voice was manic desperation so amusingly unlike a cocky rockstar.

Amidst a neat clearing, the song was at its most powerful and the flawless pitch humbled Kahnso, himself a powerful voice but of hideous quality by comparison. Prone for an ambush, he stood in the clearing and he shined his lantern all around, making shadows dance. "I'm here," he whispered. "I'm here... I'm here, you don't have to sing to me, I'm here," said Kahnso pleadingly.

The song ceased and yet the bugs and birds wouldn't fill the void. Kahnso listened to the beat of his heart for a solid, aching ten seconds. At last she said to him: "Kneel. Close your eyes." An impish giggle. "And turn off that silly light."

Kahnso knelt. He closed his eyes tightly. He turned off the lantern with a tiny click and dropped it into the leaves.

Footsteps came behind Kahnso. Although ponderous and heavy, they seemed gentle as they crunched through dead leaves and twigs. She stepped around Kahnso and he caught a whiff of her scent. It was familiar from his dreams but incredibly raw and real now. It made his sheath bulge thickly in the crotch of his pants. "I need you," Kahnso found himself whispering.

"Yes," she replied, "yes you do, Kahnso." The fox's keen ears placed her somewhere just before him. Kahnso longed to open his eyes but he obeyed fully. "My name is Nyx," she cooed to him. "I've taken a liking to you. You're a handsome boy." A pause and a giggle. "A handsome man. When you live as long as I do and sire so many children, you all become boys to me."

Now came the sound of flame igniting in sequence, the great bass whump of oxygen erupting into a ring around Kahnso and his siren. Kahnso recalled this from the dreams, too. "I want to look at you," he said almost breathlessly. By then his penis was struggling against the fly of his pants. "Please... Please, Nyx."

Nyx chuckled sweetly. "If you must, little man," she said coyly.

While Kahnso had no expectations, he still was startled by the appearance of his tormentor. Most striking was her four-legged stature. Nyx was revealed to be a deeply indigo mare with a lusciously blonde mane like Kahnso's and a long, dashing tail of identical coloration. Pinkish-purple eyes peered from behind spectacles set low on her snout. Stylish horns like those of a satyr rose from her crown and their tips glowed with cosmetic blue flames while the same kinds of harmless flames surrounded her ankles. A black band on her rear-left thigh was one of her few material decorations. Bronze spikes around the outside edge of it gleamed in the flames just as her steel hooves did. One more black band, entirely smooth, would not be noticed by Kahnso until later. It was snugged around the base of her tail.

"And now that you've seen me," she smiled with a coy dip of her snout, "what do you make of me?"

"You're a... Mare," Kahnso blurted. Suddenly unsure, he added, "Aren't you?"

"Mhm, yes I am," Nyx smiled. "And make no mistake, I've been in your dreams for these past nights. I'm no dumb animal. Neither am I quite mortal like you are." Then her smile turned vaguely sinister, yet her face always seemed at least somewhat playful. "You'd be wise not to spurn me based on my looks, little man. I'm more than happy to go back to raping you in your dreams."

Kahnso's features soured yet his shaft still ached. With splayed ears he numbly mumbled, "So you did rape me."

"Why yes, I did," Nyx giggled. "You've raped others before. It's fun," she winked. "Or so you seem to think, hm? But I'm not here to judge or discuss. I'm here to mate." At Kahnso's blush and fluttering eyelids, she giggled once again. "Are you surprised? You shouldn't be. Look at how hard you are in those track pants," she mused with a nod down at his groin. "You long to fuck me. It's in your subconscious. I should know; I put the urge there!"

"I'm not sure about fucking a real horse," Kahnso grumbled. But despite his attempts, he couldn't rally genuine disgust. Even without Nyx having very likely tampered with his desires, he would have probably fucked a horse if he were drunk enough.

"Working under the assumption that that's not a complete lie," Nyx grinned, "you still haven't got a choice." She leaned in closer, bumped her nose to his and snorted to startle him. It worked. In the glow of her ring of fire, her eyes glistened like cold gems. "I can torment you until you're ready to throw yourself off a bridge," she whispered, "or you can fuck me, enjoy it like you know you want to, and I will never bother you again."

"Uhn," Kahnso grunted.

Nyx turned on the spot slowly, bringing her wide equine rear around. Kahnso stayed put even as she put her behind in his face and hiked up her tail. A plush equine pussy dripped while a snug pucker just above waited just as enticingly. Nyx's scent was powerful but demure, laden with pheromones to coax any man of any species into sex. With a gentle sway of her hips she backpedaled and bumped her pussy into Kahnso's nose; tellingly, he did nothing to avoid it and he inhaled her musk with all the sharpness of snorting cocaine.

"Good boy," Nyx whispered. "Lick. Kiss. Have me any way you like. There's no wrong way to pleasure me and I know you know what to do..."

Trembling fingers found the thick, round curves of Nyx's haunches. His padless digits sank into the short fur and found taut flesh but it was his tongue which interested the monster mare. From one vocalist to another, Nyx could appreciate the dexterity of Kahnso's tongue just as she could savor how hot, slobbery and outright sloppy it was. Across her folds with great laps, he telegraphed his desire with his crass slobbering. Over the wet folds dragged his desperate tongue, wicking away female moisture and replacing it with viscous drool.

"Don't be shy," Nyx needlessly crooned as she dragged a front hoof through the leaves. Too ladylike to snort, she sighed and hummed wistfully instead. "Don't dwell on just the pussy," she whispered to him, "I know you crave something else, too..."

Kahnso did. Whether Nyx's doing or not, the desire to so thoroughly rim the mare was rooted in his mind and it demanded to be satiated. Up smoothly from the pussy and the quick inch of flesh between the two orifices went Kahnso's tongue. The slobbering continued on the mare's puckered tail hole which quivered needfully at the rockstar's hungry laps. Panting and groaning in mounting lust, Kahnso tweaked his erection through his thin track pants. His nose, buried under the root of Nyx's tail, savored the subtle but rich scents of the mare's arousal.

Nyx cooed blissfully. Even in pleasure she exhibited delightful pitch, her voice perpetually beautiful. "Good boy, Kahnso," she said with the utmost patronization. "Lick me harder, wherever you desire... I want pleasure as badly as you want to give it, perhaps more."

Whether or not it was at Nyx's suggestion, Kahnso wriggled his tongue beyond the snug rim of Nyx's pucker. It was the first time she outright gasped and her features flushed at the lewd entry. All around such a mighty tongue she clenched and massaged with her tight ass, but never did she manage to stop or even slow its deeper, stronger laps.

Kahnso pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock. Even his balls were still under the porous fabric of the track pants. But despite being exposed, he didn't masturbate. His cock drooled its heavy and musky pre to moisten the earth but the payload was reserved for the goddess he was hungrily sinking his teeth into.

"Is that a hard, needy rockstar cock I smell?" the mare chuckled, her senses anything but oblivious to Kahnso's scent. Having sampled it in dreams, to smell it naked and now was larger than life. Over Kahnso's head she lashed her tail and a cute, thoughtful hum rumbled up in her chest. "All right, Kahnso," she finally said, wriggling her ass back into his face regardless. "I think you've licked my behind quite enough." Her tone took on a devilish tone made all the more seductive for her lovely pitch. "Now fuck it."

The fox's laps ended as abruptly as that. Though Nyx was allegedly on equal footing as the tod, Kahnso's submission seemed to be a given. With haste he stood and dropped his pants completely, but before he could enter Nyx, she spoke again.

"Take off all of your clothes," said the mare in a thoughtfully maternal tone. "Partially-clothed sex is so trashy, you'll have me naturally."

A sheepish grin finally broke Kahnso's mask of lust and desperation but it was without words that he shed his clothes. In baring his naked, hard form to the cool air he felt strangely more at ease with Nyx. For a moment he lay both of his paws upon her firm hips and he blindly ground his meat into the hot cleft of her equine ass. Pre drooled from the tip and smeared over her black folds, mingling pointlessly with the thick sheen of slobber he had already put there.

In a more momish tone than ever, Nyx sternly but lovingly said, "Don't tease, Kahnso. Fuck me." Obediently he made to enter her when he took a paw off of her hips and gripped his cock. To make life difficult, she ground back and forcefully resumed his hotdogging for a few sweet moments. So harsh was her grind back that he grunted and threw himself over her backside to keep from toppling over. With a giggle she said, "It's my job to tease!"

"I guess so," Kahnso huffed as he regained his balance and straightened out.

Nyx giggled again. "Oh, good! You found your tongue, I thought you might've lost it inside of me..."

Rendered self-conscious, Kahnso said nothing more when he grappled with his fat cock. With Nyx no longer grinding back he found it trivial to guide his pointed tip to her pucker. Slick with pre, his penis easily speared into that saliva-lubricated pucker. Given her species, Nyx found Kahnso's size pleasurable and preferable; his endowment was most of why she had taken a liking to him, of course.

Nyx's tightness made Kahnso shudder and moan. Quickly he butted his knot against her pucker and he immediately eased back, and from there he ground right back into her. Throughout this fuck Kahnso realized that he was shaking. From all his time partying, he knew what it felt like to get a long-deprived addiction satiated. Burying his dick in Nyx was akin to getting a nose full of blow or a drink after a token month in detox. His longest groan of all came as he braced his paws against Nyx and sped up his bucking. Every thrust punched the bulk of his knot into the mare's clenching asshole and she sung in pleasure to him all the while. Not truly singing, she warbled in her lovely voice to him as he gave her everything he had. In taking full advantage of her raw size as a mare, he threw his full weight into the pounding and he even hoisted up a leg to brace the knee on her hip.

"Oh, ride me, cowboy," she giggled to the fox, but her teases were undermined by pleasure. Though often well-composed and thoughtful, Nyx was like anybody else in that she had her pleasure threshold. A few minutes of having her ass plugged wasn't enough to make her cum but Kahnso had her well on the way. She had looked into his head and perused his great many conquests. They were always embellished for no man could remember sex dully, but she found herself acknowledging that Kahnso was no dead fish when it came to matters of the flesh.

"Ah, Christ," Kahnso gasped. His bucks were fast, hard and sloppy. With some four hundred pounds of bodybuilder pounding away at her, Nyx was hard-pressed to keep herself braced. To provide herself the necessary purchase she bent her front legs and dropped heavily into the leaves. This canted her ass at an angle and pouted it out all the more for Kahnso's pleasure.

The mare's eyes were clenched shut, her ears were splayed back and her cheeks were lit with coy blush. "You're one of the best I've ever had, Kahnso," she sighed to him, "and I'm not merely fluffing your ego, I promise..." But for all the anal pleasure she was treated to, Kahnso's heavy balls ever brushed and bumped so teasingly against her cunt. As a female, she had needs anal sex couldn't satisfy, and while she had Kahnso under her proverbial thumb she intended to get her rocks off.

"Enough, enough," she crooned to the fox, but a singsong lift in her tone suggested that she wanted only a break.

Kahnso was loathe to stop. Like an engine slowing to a halt, his thrusts became less frequent and powerful. He planted his lifted foot on the ground and eased off of the mare's hips where he had left mild bruises in the flesh with his fingertips. No harm to Nyx, of course, whom believed that a good fuck involved more than just raw pleasure and consent. The rope was cut when Kahnso pulled his cock out of the mare's ass. Although he had failed to knot her, the pucker was still pleasantly agape and the luscious pink within was just barely visible in such low and fickle firelight.

"I do love anal sex," she giggled to the fox as she pushed herself up to all-fours again, "but I have needs, you see." Trees abounded and Nyx walked smoothly to a sturdy one nearby. With some awkward negotiating she rolled and writhed until she had neatly propped herself up, inverted. Her hooved legs were helplessly splayed but a coy smile was on her face and her lewd gaze was fixed on Kahnso.

The tod had followed closely behind and he had watched Nyx invert and ready herself with mounting amusement. The surreality of the moment occurred to him in this lull and the smile creeping across his snout reflected not only his humor but his disbelief. But when Nyx's plush pussy was fully bared to the cool air and his hungry eyes, he pushed away the irrelevant thoughts and saw fit to attend only to the matter at hand.

Kahnso knelt in a wide stance and kept mindful of the mare's hooves. He wasn't interested in finding out if she'd kick him in the face under the stress of a climax. Mild concerns over injury didn't keep him from pressing his thick cock to her folds, however, and he found entering her snatch a naturally easier task than her asshole had been. In one firm push he hilted his knotted flesh and found himself shuddering deeply at the raw pleasure from the wet warmth which surrounded his shaft. The pre he squirted and dribbled into the mare was heavy and the feeling of it reminded Nyx of orgasms from smaller, weaker males. Knowing that it was merely Kahnso's warning shot saw her blush deepen.

Overt in his desire to get off and with Nyx's own pleasure only a fun coincidence, Kahnso began to fuck the mare in the cunt as harshly as he had given it to her in the ass. But by fucking that gasping and panting mare in her pussy, Kahnso was satisfying a biological need for pussy. Each time he entered, his knot pressed threateningly against those hot lips without yet passing them. Nyx was certainly flexible and big enough for the fox but the timing was not yet right; a knot had to be worked in, especially one as big as Kahnso's.

For as far along as Kahnso had gotten himself and his siren in all of that rough assfucking, the sweet moment when the knot would be tied wasn't long away. Nyx was as aware of this as Kahnso was. Though she couldn't invade his head in the waking world, his body language was plain to read. "Good boy," she gasped to him, well beyond articulate humor and teasing remarks by then. She could only gasp and pant as animalistically as he did. To see his muscles tense and his teeth bare, feel his paws gripping her legs and suffer that bulky knot pounding ruthlessly into her cunt was all incredible. Just as Kahnso was snarling, she was yowling in sexual delight.

"Oh, Kahnso," she whoreishly crooned, her hooves kicking harmlessly to either side of Kahnso. "Yes, yes, yes," moaned Nyx as she squirted; her honey ran thick down Kahnso's cock, slopping into the fur dressing his sheath and balls.

With Nyx's size and power came awesome strength in her climaxing pussy around Kahnso's shaft. It was raw pleasure when her velvet walls clamped down and struggled to draw in such a fat cock. It wasn't equine and therefore not necessarily what her body needed, but Kahnso's red rocket was what she wanted. Kahnso was inclined to agree that mare pussy was just fine for his needs. Grunting and panting harshly now, his massive body heaving and beastly, Kahnso rutted his knot against the mare's pussy with the the most reckless thrusts he could manage. At his most savage in the threshold of an orgasm, Kahnso was a sight to behold and it was with a triumphant snarl to the sky above that he wrenched his fat knot beyond the entrance to Nyx's pussy with a satisfying and wet suck.

Joining Kahnso's feral roar was another wounded cry of pleasure from Nyx. It was then and only then that her heavenly tones broke for a shriek. Soon Kahnso's potent seed pumped into the mare. Backed as it was by the plug of his knot, none was allowed to go to waste. So much virile, sticky semen from a late-twentysomething in his prime was just what Nyx needed and as the lewd viscosity clung to her walls she relaxed with a quavering sigh.

"Ah, mmm," Kahnso huffed as his afterglow washed over him. He settled not on Nyx, but on his knees more completely. Both of his paws stroked the warmth of the mare's underside. Somewhat coldly he said, "You won't harass me anymore now?"

Nyx met Kahnso's fiery red eyes with a disarming, if not tired smile. "Well, no," the mare giggled, "but what about a booty call, hm?"

Kahnso looked away and licked absently on one of his fangs. Nyx had no means to reach out and rub his cheek but she managed by brushing a thigh against his flank.

"You're so very lonely and hurt," she softly cooed. "While I tend to prey on those feelings, I'm not a complete monster," Nyx lied. "So be with me. Be a..." She paused and hummed for effect. All of this, of course, was in the script. "Be like a pet to me! No collars, no ceremonies, no silly titles," she said with an airy chuckle. "But come to me when I call you. I'll make sure you'll never be lonesome, Kahnso."

The fox murmured to himself. He looked up at the sky and peered at a three-quarters moon thoughtfully. Canting his head back down to Nyx now, his face had softened in resignation. "Well, why not?" he shrugged.

Nyx had hoped for a bit more devotion or showmanship. Still, Kahnso had put on quite a show during the sex. She'd let him slide this time. "Good. Good boy," she winked, and with that she bent towards the fox. Kahnso obligingly closed the gap and Nyx tenderly planted a smooch upon his cheek. "Now what do you want to do, hm?"

"Now?" Kahnso repeated with a vacant grin. "I want to go home and sleep in peace."