Tik Tik holds on to dear life as the massive black stallion leaps over the foliage and to an unknown road, uneven and overgrown with gnarled roots and branches. The kobold has little chance to think about her traveling companions or the spectral steeds of the Dullahan’s Coach now that this wild beast has taken her over the river and through the woods.
Claws dig into the creature’s mane while her legs clamp alongside its muscled back. Its snorts and whinnies echo through the countryside as the old road takes them past the forested way and out into the rocky and hilly mountainside beyond. There, the magnificent beast leaps and gallops, throwing its head back, almost sounding as if it’s laughing as it leaves behind everyone and everything.
The clouds have finally parted from the dismal sky, letting the half-moon’s light shine down on a spring just ahead, its water clear and burbling.
With its hooves digging into the gravelly road, the horse stops preternaturally, and this launches the kobold off of it, clawing at its hide before she splashes into the water.
Tik Tik sinks into the cold water, thrashing about and righting herself before breaking the surface with a large and desperate gulp.
When she scrambles to the surface, she is cold, dripping wet. She blinks her bleary eyes as she clings to a nearby stone, staring toward the east, where the first crack of the sunlight penetrates the oppressive predawn hours.
She whirls around, but Tik Tik sees nothing. Not a hoofprint nor a horse. The shivering kobold pulls herself onto the rock, flipping onto it sprawled out and shivering.
She immediately peels her wet clothes off, tossing her top aside and slipping out of her leggings with the practiced ease of an eroarcanist and sex fiend. She’s left in her leg wrappings when a voice catches her attention.
“You are new here, I think.”
Blinking, Tik Tik stares ahead, only to see a tiny bench in front of her. Sitting on the bench is a shaggy, rabbit-like creature, its bright yellow eyes wide and staring at the kobold, a smile spreading over its lips as it brings a pipe to its mouth. “New here and ready to show off.”
Tik Tik sits up on the rock, hands supporting her from behind, crossing one leg over the other. “You speak the dragon’s tongue?” she asks eloquently.
“I speak many tongues,” admits the rabbit, puffing out a circle of smoke. “But the dragons are some of the oldest and most conversational creatures out there, so, of course, I speak their language.” A glimmer flashes in the creature’s eyes.
“I see,” Tik Tik says, resting an elbow on her propped knee, her chin upon knuckles. “And let me see here. This is your bench, I take it? Your spring? Your… horse?”
The creature chuckles. “Many years ago, I used to live in this place” he says with a wistful sigh. “Come, sit. We can chat.”
Tik Tik stands up, sauntering toward the creature and sitting beside him, hands on her knees. “You’re quite casual,” she growls, “for some, getting a free show.”
“You’ve been around as long as I have, lass. You see a lot of things.”
“Lots of kobolds?”
“Nah,” he says, puffing his pipe. “They keep to their mines and their holes, to be sure. T’isn’t often you see them.”
“What are you, then?” Tik Tik asks, gripping her knees. “A wolpertinger? No, you don’t have wings or antlers. You’re certainly not a rabbit person.”
“Is it that obvious there’s something special about me, lass?” he asks.
“Obviously, we’re both here because you want me to be here. That’s why you took me from my friends and that fascinating coach.”
He chuckles. “Ah, so you figured me out, did you?” He says, his voice echoing in the lightening day as his form disappears from view.
A snort behind her makes Tik Tik whirl around, gripping the back of the bench, only to see the large, yellow-eyed horse staring down at her.
“A shape-shifter!” Tik Tik says, her tails swishing. “This could be interesting after all.”
The horse disappears, and behind the kobold speaks a feminine voice, kindly, motherly. The rabbit stands behind her, hands clasped together in front of her. “Oh, yes, there is much we can discuss, miss. Especially since you smell of magic—ancient magic, indeed.”
Tik Tik lounges on the bench, elbow on the seat, cheek on her palm, another hand upon her thigh. “Yeah? Well, I don’t kiss anything I don’t know personally. I’m Tik Tik, and you are?”
The original rabbit creature appears, perched on the back of the bench. “I’ve gone by many names, miss. As many as I have forms, and then some. But for you, you can call me by what they call me and my kin, as I have no use for the familiar.”
“That or you don’t want me to know your true name,” Tik Tik says, sprawling on the bench.
“You look cold, miss,” the rabbit says, slipping to the bench beside her feet. “I have a cottage not far from here. Why don’t you come inside?”
“Why don’t you?” Tik Tik asks.
Taking a deep puff of his pipe, the creature chuckles. “Spirited away by the fair folk, the first thing on your mind is what’s going on between your legs? You are an interesting one. I’m glad I chose you. Tik Tik, was it?”
“And you?” she asks, draping one leg over the back of the seat.
“They call my kind the Pooka,” says the Pooka. “And with the sun rising there, it seems you’ve stumbled upon my home on the dawning of my day.”
“Oh, your day, is it? And what do we do on your day? Let me guess: you?”
“If you are so inclined, but be warned, I am a trickster!”

Tik Tik lounges upon the pooka’s bench, sitting in front of the Pooka’s house, not a stitch on her save for her foot wrappings and her tail draped over the pooka’s lap. “All-in-all,” the kobold begins, “This seems like a good day for your day.”
The pooka places a paw upon her tail, his pads betraying a predator’s anatomy despite his leporine appearance. Tik Tik rolls her toes, letting her claws dig the earth, showing off her predator design.
“You know, girlie,” he says, gripping her tail. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you wanted to trap a defenseless spirit like me for some nefarious purpose.”
“You’re the one who splashed me in your spring.”
“The term is Pooka Pool, my dear,” he says, scooting to face her, crawling atop the kobold, “And you’re the one who undressed so casually.”
“Says the one who got me wet.”
He snickers, his whiskers twitching. “Ah, well, aren’t you a smith with words, girlie?”
“And aren’t you a manipulator of actions?” Tik Tik says, matted, smelling of earth, draping an arm over his shoulder. She pulls him upon her, resting his chest upon her underbelly. “Tripping up that poor Dullahan’s coach because you got an eyeful of me.”
“Well, miss TIk Tik, that was always the plan. The undead lad isn’t exactly smart, and he ran over some of my flowers a while back, so I had to pay him back. You understand.”
“Oooh, well, don’t let me get on your bad side,”
“Psh!” the old Pooka says, his hot warmth pressing against her thigh. His smoky breath wafts over her nostrils as he leans in, kissing her shoulder.
Tik Tik grips the back of his shoulders, sighing, closing her eyes, pushing her hips up toward him, wrapping her thighs around a member she had not seen.
“You, ngh, invite yourself, ha, to danger, Tik?” The pooka asks, kissing her shoulder and neck through each of those pauses, his cock sliding over her thighs with each beat.
“M… mmm hmmm,” Tik Tik responds, rocking those hips over that length, milking it, her tail wrapped around his lower back, holding onto him. “It’s how I can make new acquaintances to fuck.”
“Ha… ha… There seems to be at least one every generation,” he says, placing his hands upon her hips, digging into her sides with his claws, but only gently.
Tik Tik lays back, licking her snout. “One what?” she asks, fluttering her eyes.
“Why, a genuine, honest to-the-fields slut, that’s what!’ He pulls her hips up, pulling his hips back, hands moving between her legs, spreading her thighs apart.
Tik Tik lays back, her chest rising and falling as she watches half-lidded at the rabbit man’s licking lips and then gasps as he plunges between her legs. The kobold reaches down, grabbing him from between the ears, claws burying at his scalp, panting heavily as that wet and meaty tongue wriggles into her, tasting her kobold goodness. She hooks her toes over his shoulders, her gasps increasing as he delves into her.
“F… fucaah… yo… You can’t just… ah…. C-call me a … a… slut and then… mmm… eat me… out!”
He pulls free, licking his lips, glistening with some moistness. “And why not?”
Tik Tik watches him, his ears twitching, his whiskers wiggling, her panting breaths the only responses for a few seconds before she closes her lips and swallows. “I don’t… have a good… point,” she admits.
He shrugs and dives back in. This time, Tik Tik wraps her legs around him, closing her eyes, letting herself drift away into the misty morning with the build-up of the waving tongue up and down, side to side, rolling all around in her.
She rests her hands upon her underbelly, drifting away into delight, like that moment before one falls asleep, cradled by the waves of unconsciousness taking her away to a joyful dream. But the dream is here, and it is real, and it is in this waking world of fantasy and fabulous, nngh… wonderful…
And… It’s gone!
Tik Tik blinks and sits up, feeling a deep burning desire, rubbing her head. “What the…?” she mutters, wrapping her arms around herself and looking around the cold spring-side bench. She stands, looking over her mostly naked form, her tail wrapping around herself. “What happened to me? Where am I?”
The kobold walks over to her belongings, squatting down to her spellbook, flipping through a few pages before she makes it to the incantation she’s looking for. “This has got to be some sort of magic,” she says, remembering the late-night Dullahan ride and the horse but nothing else in this early morning.
“Here we are,” she coos, reciting the memory restoration spell, but as the first few syllables taste upon her lips, suddenly, large and powerful hands wrap around her, pressing against her belly and smothering around her snout.
A bearded snout leans over her shoulder, and a bleating voice rises from behind. “Now, now, you bad girl. You’re taking the fun out of things if you make yourself remember too much, aren’t ya?”
Tik Tik snaps her fingers, and a flash of light erupts from the tips, causing a bleating cry from the creature behind her. She lands on her feet and one hand, spinning around and looking up at the shaggy goat man, stumbling back, roaring in its blinded pain.
“As I was saying,” the kobold says, smirking and muttering. “Oh, you motherfucker!”
The goat blinks tears out of his eyes, only to have a spectral kobold hand slap him on the snout, knocking him down.
Tik Tik hops on top of him, stamping his face with a foot, hands over her chest. “You were gonna leave me without making me cum, Pooka? Well, that’s a mistake you’re gonna regret!”

The goat-shifted Pooka lays on the dirty ground, growling as the kobold wizard stands beside him. His thin, shaggy body sprawled out underneath her, her heel pressing against his cheek.
“It’s just a prank, Tik Tik,” the Pooka says, “And you were about to go and ruin it?”
“Oh yeah?” Tik Tik says, a sneer spreading over her snout. “Just a prank that’ you’d leave me alone in the wilderness, feeling on the edge of orgasm without knowing who gave me some great head?” She leans in, applying even more pressure, her arm draped over her thigh, “And then you go, and you jump me when I begin casting my memory restoration magic.”
“Y-yeah?”
“Tell me, Mister Pooka,” she coos. “What’s the funny part about that prank, hm?”
“The part where I laugh at your expense?” he says, a quirky smirk on his mud-covered face.
Tik Tik nods. “Yes, yes, I see. So, you are no friendly old chap, but you are a devious little troll.”
He wriggles his head past her foot, his snout free. “Oh, but you dear little waif, I’m much scarier than any troll, to be sure. You had a nice and friendly chat with me, to be honest. Those who don’t pay me my due get to see the other side of me.”
The ground trembles underneath Tik Tik, the goat-man’s eyes widen, and the horizontal pupils shrink. He laughs, a heady bleating turning into a deep bellow that thrums throughout her body.
The sunlight loses shades of its brightness, casting the scene in a wash of dull grays, and the form beneath Tik Tik loses its definition, shaping into a black mass with no definitive beginning or end.
“There’s something that the young don’t seem to understand,” the Pooka says, his dark voice echoing throughout Tik Tik’s head, her foot falling and feeling nothing but the cold earth beneath it.
“What’s that?” she asks, whipping her hand up.
A large mass looms over her, and long, rake-like hands protrude from within, threatening her like the cage bars to stifle any freedom. But what freedom is there in the Pooka Pool?
“Bugbear, goblin, kobold, boogeyman, pooka. Many names for many things, but they are the names granted to the things not understood.”
His claws clutch around the naked form, enveloping her totally in darkness.
“But the truth is that there is no understanding that which does not have form, save for when it is named.”
“So, what do you think Tik Tik is, then?” The wizard’s voice comes from behind the mass. It whirls around, glowing golden eyes widened, and then squints as the form shudders.
“Oh, ho ho, a tricky one. Are you using your magic? But your wizardry is that of rules, while mine is free and of the imagination.”
Tik Tik’s hands crackle with green power as she stands, one foot in front of the other, her hips swaying, and her tail going in the opposite direction. “So, are you a Pooka? Or does that keep you from being your true self, too?”
She throws a magical spell toward the darkness, shattering it with a bright flash of light.
“Oh, but that’s the thing, dearie,” comes a scaled snout pressed to her shoulder, muscular, kobold hands pressed to her stomach, sliding downward. “We can be whatever we want and still be what we are. I am a pooka, of that, there is no doubt. But what a pooka is is up to the beholder.”
“You’re annoying,” Tik Tik says. “I just wanted to fuck you.”
He squeezes her. “And I just wanted to talk. Is that so wrong?”
“A lie. You were eye-fucking me all last night,” Tik Tik says, her tail sparking with magical power, pointing at his back, but it passes through where she thought he was and taps her.
A sudden surge of delight rushes through the kobold, and she falls to her knees, clutching between her legs. “Aaaah….! Hah… a..h… dammit!”
“A funny spell you cast, lass.” The voice responds this time a feminine one. A rabbit-like when they first met, sitting on the back of the bench, crossing one leg over the other, her chest busty, her hips wide, and her lashes batting. “Seems like you are so dead-set on giving me a good time. Me, I just want to have fun. That’s the nature of any Pooka—to do exactly what they want when they want.”
Tik Tik’s mouth curls up into a smile, deep breaths flowing in and out of her nostrils. “Is that so?” she says, a giggle barely suppressed. She gets up on one foot, her hand upon her knee, looking up.
Standing before her is the Pooka, hands on her hips, and then suddenly grabbing to the back of Tik Tik’s. “Yes, lass, that’s right.”
“Then call me a Pooka, too~!” Tik Tik taunts, her eyes glowing, “Because I can do exactly what you do, and I want exactly what I want.”
Tik Tik leans inward, but the Pooka grabs her by the horn, holding her back with both hands. “Gnnh… girl, do I have to get my shillelagh to stop you?”
“If kobolds are a type of fairy,” Tik Tik muses, batting her big eyes, “All you have to do is follow my rules.”
“Fairy? Ha! Rules, humph! What possible rules does a mortal like you have?”
“Well, for one,” Tik Tik says, winking, “I love to have fun with friends, and that fun is sexy fun, so all you have to do is tell Tik Tik that you’re not her friend and that you don’t want to have hot steamy kobold sex with me!”
“Oh, is that all?” The Pooka says, twitching her whiskers. “Well, that’s easy.”
“Then say it,” Tik Tik says. “And I’ll leave you alone, and we can just talk.”
“That simple?” The pooka says.
“That simple,” The kobold reaffirms. “But, will you?”

The wind wisps through the silent swamp, carrying the rustle of dead leaves, tumbling about before they fall into the water. There, they are carried off by the gentle nudging of a thousand influences, leading them in a circle of floating morass, never to travel beyond their current station or change their course. All make the same mistake until they stagnate, the more active mold taking over, replacing the old with something that may be horrific or it may be beautiful. It all depends on the point of view.
The Pooka doesn’t watch this dance of nature. Instead, she stands over the pink kobold, lying naked on the ground. A frown forms on the fairy’s face, her leporine whiskers twitching, her ears drooping.
Tik Tik smirks up at her, swirling a finger over her underbelly. “You won’t say it, will you? You won’t tell me you don’t want to scissor me or eat me out or fuck me in all of your different forms. Why is that, I wonder?”
The Pooka grits her teeth, growling.
“It’s because you want to do all those things and more. That’s why you can’t banish me.” Tik Tik pushes herself up, and the Pooka stands there, watching, waiting.
“You talk a big game, and you show off your powers. In the end, we’re both magical creatures.” Tik Tik exemplifies what she has to say, holding her hand cupped to the side. Swirls of magical energy coalesce around her. “This is a magical place, ripe with the essence of eroarcana, and you want to keep that away from me without saying why. But you also want me to say it without saying why.”
Tik Tik sways behind the Pooka, glancing around the Pooka’s home before returning to the bench. She sits upon it, one foot on the seat, the other leg draped over the arm, her own arm resting over her knee. “You have another trick waiting for me, don’t you?” she chuckles, her tail swishing back and forth. “But I wonder, which of us will trick the other first?
The Pooka shudders, spinning around. When she does, she brushes a finger over her lip. “Oh, you want to out-trick the trickster, do you?”
Tik Tik rolls her eyes. “I already said I want to fuck you.” She curls her finger inward. “It’s as simple as that. But what you want to do to me is tease and throw me away, right?”
The Pooka places a foot on the part of the bench between Tik Tik’s legs. She leans in, a smirk on her face, showing off her bucked teeth. “You say you don’t like the dance we have? And you are saying that you don’t kiss people and disappear from their lives forever?” She places a finger on Tik Tik’s chest, stroking it along her collar, throat, and chin. “You never ever have a random anonymous day of debauchery and leave your lovers behind, forgetting them and leaving them to wonder if they even mattered to you?”
Tik Tik coos, a growl rising up in her throat. With master’s speed, she grabs the Pooka by the wrist, her teeth clenched gently. “You poor thing. Did someone hurt you?” She brings the hand close to her mouth. She presses her snout against it, a sign of respect and intimacy for the kobolds, and continues to speak. “No, I do not forget anyone. Everyone I’ve made loved to, I remember. Everyone I’ve faced in a sexual contest I’ve recalled. Everyone I’ve fucked or has fucked me is vivid in my mind. I may never see some of them again, but I do not forget them. I may find the physical traits of others to be delightful, but their inner being truly shines for me.”
“You make it sound noble, don’t you?” The Pooka says, leaning ever-so-closer, “But I know our kind. You and I are so similar, though the mortals call us by different names. You use your lovers for your own selfish gain, whatever it may be. I know you’re an eroarcanist. I could smell the scent of sex on you from a mile away when I was leading that cart. It goes to your very core, and there’s only one way a lass like you can have that much energy swirlin’ inside, and that’s if you‘ve had a lot of magical build-up. You’ve fucked so many, lass, and you did it just because you liked them? Or did you do it because you knew you would gain power and knowledge?”
Tik Tik titters, sliding the pooka’s paw to her cheek. “Are you trying to make me feel bad, Pooka? It won’t work. I love what I do, and I do what I love because it does so much for me. It’s a bonus that it helps my friends, and by helping my friends, I help myself too. She licks the Pooka’s palm over those deceptive predator’s pads, nuzzling against her and sighing. “So many people think they can get me by saying I’m a bad girl. But that’s the secret to a wizard’s success, isn’t it? And a greater secret is that I’m a kobold relative to dragons.” Her eyes flash in mischief. “And because I’m a dragon, my singular goal is to do one thing: hoard.”
“So, we are slaves to our nature, after all, aren’t we?” The Pooka laments.
“So, why hide your nature?” Tik Tik asks. “What is it you’re ashamed of, the trickster of the pooka pool?”

Tik Tik and the Pooka sit quietly beside each other on the Pooka’s Bench at the Pooka Pool. The soft breeze of the autumnal air graces the kobold’s naked scales as she waits for the response of her mysterious fairy companion.
“Ashamed?” The pooka repeats, laying back, draping her arms over either side of the bench. She wraps one around Tik Tik’s shoulder, gently pulling the kobold towards her. “It isn’t so much about shame, just disappointment.”
“Really?” Tik Tik asks, placing her hand on the Pooka’s, gently stroking a thumb over her.
“In all the world, when you are a spirit of freedom and of chaos, doing the same thing, day in and day out, even if that same thing is ‘whatever you want,’… it just gets tiresome.”
“I never get tired,” The kobold says, squeezing her hand. “I always try to seek out new experiences in life. No matter what!”
The pooka chuckles. “Heh… maybe, but how do you know you’re not just a slave to your nature?”
The kobold shrugs. “It doesn’t matter to me, either way. I will live with however it goes.”
The Pooka strokes along the kobold’s collar, leaning her head against Tik Tik’s crown, sighing. “You’re cute, you know that?’
Tik Tik chirps. “Yep, yep!” she responds, “But so are you! So fascinating. So interesting!” I want to explore you as much as possible!”
Her hand strokes down along the rabbit creature’s side, up and down, side to side, searching through her every nook and cranny until she gets down below the pooka’s navel.
Tik Tik’s host shudders. “Well, then, I suppose you will want to explore a more natural side of me, eh?”
“Most certainly.” Tik Tik responds, pulling her tantalizing touch away.
“And you want me to show it to you however I wish?”
“That’s right!” She smiles. “However you wish. Whenever you wish. Preferably sooner, though.”
The Pooka chuckles. “It’s dangerous to ask, girlie, but answer it, I shall!”
Tik Tik narrows her eyes, leaning in, her snoot pressing against the pooka’s face. “I don’t get anywhere in life without a little danger!”
“Well, do you know what a Pooka’s favored form is?”
Tik Tik shakes her head, fluttering her eyes. “No, please show me!”
The pooka slips from the kobold’s caresses, stepping back into the marshy waters. “Well, you’ve seen it, to be sure, majestic and free. There is certainly nothing quite like it!”
The swirling leaves and winds of the autumn spin around the form of the rabbit girl, causing her to vanish. In her place stands a tall and dark figure, equine in appearance and humanoid in shape, with a long and majestic face and a mane that flows in the wind.
There is a thin grace to the Pooka’s body, muscles toned as one who runs free, not over-exerting their power, their body lithe, yet strong.
He stands in such a way that his thigh obscures his manhood. There is no mistake that the male creature’s beauty and grace take in a feminine charm, distinct though from the likes of femboys that Tik Tik usually deals with.
“Oh, do you like it?” he asks, running dainty hoof-tipped fingers down over his chest, snorting gently as golden eyes glimmer.
“Oh, I do!” Tik Tik yips.
The pooka flicks back his mane, chuckling deeply through his chest. “Well, we can find something for you to enjoy.”
As he says this, he steps and turns, his hands out to the sides, his hooves planted on the ground, legs gently spread.
What he subjects Tik Tik to is a massive beast, probably more than half her height, dangling freely between his legs. Halfway down the shaft, glistening flesh emerges past its perpetual ring, its vast and flared tip quivering in its sudden exposure to the one standing before its master.
“Are you scared, little kobold?” he asks, his chest rising and falling, his fingers twitching. “This whole time, I’ve been holding back from what I am, keeping you from seeing this beast of a fairy because I knew you would run in terror at the prospect of such an enormous and daunting desire!”
Tik Tik mimes a circle, flicking her fingers and tapping her chin, crossing off some motions in the air.
“W… what are you doing?”
“Hm?” Tik Tik’s big blues snap to his golden eyes. She then narrows her gaze and runs her hands down her chest, between her legs. “I was just calculating the exact parameters of my spell to take you. Don’t want things to be too big for you inside me.”
“Surely you jest.”
Tik Tik circles her fingers just above her pelvis, a magical runic trail appearing over her form, leaving behind a mystic seal vaguely in the sacred feminine shape.
“Ah, that magic,” The Pooka says, stepping closer to her and brushing her cheek. “It certainly is powerful. I haven’t felt a mortal cast such a thing in a long time.”
“Did you fuck her brains out?”
He smirks, “Oh, most certainly.”
“Show me how.”
The Pooka scoops the kobold up, now so much taller than her, and he can carry her with no problem. He takes a few grunting breaths, fingers digging into her thighs, spreading her out.
Tik Tik watches, running her teeth over her jaw, wide-eyed and squirming as the large and massive cock twitches under her, becoming fuller and fuller, rising up and up and up.
But it's only going so far.
“Having trouble?” Tik Tik teases.
“Nnfh, no.” He grunts. “Just damn gravity.”
“No problem,” Tik Tik says, snapping her fingers. Her ghostly kobold hands appear underneath him, multiple hands stroke along the underside of his shaft while two more grope and rub at his balls.
“Ohgh… fuck!”
“Did your last paramour do that?” Tik Tik teases, two sets of hands near the head lifting up his massive length while more at the bottom stroke up and down, keeping the blood flowing.
Soon, the Pooka is hard enough that his horsecock presses up against Tik Tik’s hole. The whole thing looks so ridiculous, like she sits upon a mushroom. She spreads out, her legs squeezing it, guiding it, passing it into her with the help of her ghostly hands and his pushing thrusts.

“I… incredible…” the Pooka gasps.
“Gh… ah…. Ha…!” she leans in, burying her cheek against his chest.
“Fuck… girl…” he grunts, collapsing to his knees, his shoulders shuddering. “W… where is it… fitting? W… where does it… go?”
“A… ah wonderful… ngh… question,” Tik Tik says, gripping his chest, claws scratching against the beautiful, toned form. “I think, mmgnh…  It’s something more of a size… nngh, change!
“I ah… can’t…nngh… disagree with that!” he concludes, thrusting upward, working his lower body as he pushes his cock up deeper into her. Soon, it even gets deep enough that his ring presses against her opening. By the time the two of them are together that deep, her stomach bulges, her body distorted, her eyes rolling back, a broad smile on her face.
“This would kill any other kobold…” he grunts.
She groans, her toes and fingers twitching in response, drool dripping down her lulled-out tongue.
“Tik Tik… are you alright, lass?” he asks, pulling back.
The ghostly hands clap against his ass, and Tik Tik’s eyes roll down, matching his. “I didn’t… ngh… say you could… stop!”
She clamps her feet around that cock, stroking the thing as she licks her mouth.
“Oh my… what are you?”
“I’m Tik Tik,” the kobold demures. “I take life by the cock, and I make it fuck me! Now, are you gonna sit there? Are you gonna fuck me?”
Spurred on by the squeezing of her toes and constricting her body, he rocks forward in sporadic and uncontrolled thrusts. He huffs, puffs, and holds onto her like some kind of scaley sex toy.
The Pooka’s exertions are so rabid, so primal, his mane falls over his eyes, covering those glistening golden orbs, leaving only his clenched teeth expression as he pumps the kobold over that elongated equine cock! His grunts and whinnies are far quicker, his grip on her hips far tighter, and his penetration far deeper as he curls inward, pulling her up against himself, groaning into her ear.
It’s simply sweet music. It is the call of the fairy realm even as the kobold reaches her climax, contracting around the Pooka’s pole.
And the Pooka himself collapses on top of her, groaning, yearning, but not pushing her further.
“Y… you done…?” the kobold asks, rubbing the length, her tail joining in for extra stimulation.”
“I… I can’t…” he brustles. “Not like this… I’m sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry about,” she coos. “But if you’re hiding something from me, maybe that’s why you can’t release?”
He snorts. “There’s nothing to hide,” he says, finally pulling out of her. It is a cartoonishly long time before the head finally pops out, oozing with pre but still turgid with need.
“You’re absolutely sure?” The kobold asks, stroking his muzzle. “Is this really the real you?” Tik Tik asks, panting, catching her breath.
The Pooka freezes, and then he brushes his mane free from his face, glancing away from his partner. “Well, I suppose I have a preferred form for different situations, his voice soft and smooth.
Tik Tik strokes his cheeks, pressing her nose up against his. She exhales, letting him enjoy her breath upon his skin.
“You’re hiding something from me,” she says. “I want you to come clean.”
The Pooka snorts, and Tik Tik wrinkles her nose. He casts an apologetic look at her before lifting up and returning to the bench, flopping down, arms draped, legs spread.
“It’s a matter of nature if you want me as I am now or you want me running wild and free. If you know what I mean by that.”
“Free to be yourself—your favorite form indeed?” Tik Tik questions.
He nods.
“Were you last night?”
The Pooka starts, crossing one leg over the other. He scratches his cheek.
“When you looked fully like a horse?”
He glances at her, his eyes wide.
“And when you looked like a horse, did you wish you were plowing me?”
“… Yes…” The word comes out forced, like a choke, unable to escape without some consideration for its implication.
Tik Tik hops up to him, placing a hand on his equine cheek, leaning in, pressing her nose to his. Her tongue rolls out, licking his mouth, and she giggles. “Oh, Mister Pooka,” she coos, swishing her tail and fluttering her eyes. “I’d love to be fucked by you.”
He coughs. “It isn’t…? Too much?”
“Of course not!” she meeps, touching her heart.   “After all, you passed Tik Tik’s test.”
“You were assessing me?”
“No, silly!” she says, bopping his nose and scooting away from him on the desk. She swirls her hand, summoning her book to her. Sitting it on her lap, she flips a few pages and then holds it up to him.
“Discovered by famed eroarcanist to determine ethical pairings, it is a checklist. Now, imagine yourself in your true form. Then, answer:
“First, you are an adult, yes?”
“Of course!
“And you can communicate verbally in that form?”
“Yeah. If I choose to.”
“Then all I need left is for you to consent!”
“That’s it?! The Pooka blanches.
Tik Tik slams the book shut, nodding vigorously. “Yep. That’s all you need. Say you’ll fuck Tik Tik when you are on a horse farm, and everything is fine. After all, you’re not a horse. You’re a Pooka!”
“Are you so sure, lass, that this isn’t strange for you?” The pooka asks this, stepping up to the kobold. “Many would look to me and see naught but a beast. They would call it unnatural. They would call it harm to such a majestic creature.”
Tik Tik looks up to the equine Pooka, a soft smile spreading across her face. “No need to worry, my fairy friend,” she says, “There is no judgment here. There is a difference between a shape shifter who takes on this form and a creature with no mind for communicating with other beings. Always remember, only communicate and be intimate with those of close intelligence to yourself.”

The Pooka steps back. “Well, I’m afraid, miss, I might be overqualified for you.”
Tik Tik snorts. “Oh, really, now? Too smart for a kobold like me, are you? I recall you being caught off-guard by a simple discus maneuver.”
He bristles at that, “and I recall that being someone else’s idea.”
“Come here, you. I wanna see what you got.”
“Well, it’s not different than what was in that two-legged form, I must admit, but here it goes.”
He steps forward, his hooved gait passing on either side of Tik Tik, leaving her underneath the large form. With but a simple drop, he could crush the kobold then and there, leaving her vulnerable under his might.
Of course, she could be planning something tricky of her own. The flash of fingers and the mutter of words are all a wizard needs to send a spell up through the equine to have him under her mercy.
There is an element of trust here between two tricksters who shouldn’t have any confidence in one another, and the reward for such trust is the enjoyment of each other.
And what enjoyment is there to be had. As he was correct in his assessment of his body. The length that protrudes from his hind legs is prodigious. It is thick and girthy with that same band, the flared head, and the large and sagging scrotum. Indeed, there is something to be said of the pure masculinity that this body type affords, and Tik Tik needs to wipe the drool from the corner of her mouth as she stares at the massive thing.
“There’s no cock like horse cock,” the kobold says to herself. “I need to find more centaurs or something to meet sometime.”
“Hey, now!” the Pooka says, “I’m much better than any centaur, I’ll have you know.”
Tik Tik stands, her form fitting underneath his body quite quickly. The only issue is that her horns rub against his belly.
“Ngh… careful there, lass, that you don’t hurt me with those things.
Tik Tik’s hands cup around the shaft, the kobold giggling as her palms stroke down along that thing. “Have you been with many centaurs in your time, Pooka?”
The Pooka huffs, shaking his mane. “Nah. I’ve only ever heard of them in fairy tales.”
“Funny that,” Tik Tik remarks, pressing her nose against the bottom of the flared head. She slips her snout down along the length, following the trail of her palms and fingers, thumb stroking up and down along the band in the middle before continuing downward. “One person’s fairy tale is one person’s truth.”
“Mmm… lass… every fairy tale involving me is the truth. Don’t you forget that.?
“I’m sure there are many interesting tales. Any other lasses you’ve bedded?” She asks, her nose up against his balls, resting the long and thick thing on her crown, letting it ride between her horns.
He gulps. “Ah… what in the blazes is… is that…”
“Just a little something kobolds can do,” she responds. “What, were you not expecting ingenuity from a foremost authority on eroarcana?”
“Ah, yes, I suppose not…” he says, thrusting forward. His cock runs along the ridges of her head, her horns scratching on the sides of the sensitive shaft.
“By the blazes and the heavens and all things green.” He groans, his golden eyes rolling back. “Your body is like a playground, Tik Tik. How do you do it? Where did you come up with these ideas?”
Tik Tik doesn’t answer, not with words. Instead, her tongue wraps around one of his balls, pulling the thing into her mouth, where she can roll it around, pressing it against the roof and slipping it back out, moving onto the next one, stimulating it in much the same way.
His rocking intensifies, pushing against her head as he rubs against her, grinding, pressing, and making her legs wobble. The time for casual conversation is over, for the kobold now has the fairy creature under his spell. Despite his prodigious size and all his tricks, she now has the wily creature rutting at her like an animal enslaved by its desires.
How funny is it that some worry so much about the outward appearances of various fantastical creatures when their minds and souls are much more critical when making an intimate connection? Funnier is still the bestial nature that even the most civilized sapient creatures can become with only the smallest prompting.
The Pooka is not the only man that Tik Tik can make succumb to his base desires, but should he be judged so for his chosen appearance? How crude and reductive.
It’s also quite funny that Tik Tik ponders on these ideas when she is busy gargling the balls of the sizeable, beasty male, his weight pressing upon her head, making her fall to her knees.
He snorts, snapping out of his stupor, his cock hanging down and hovering over her, precum oozing from the tip and landing on the bridge of her nose.
“Hah… w… what was… that… I… I haven’t… felt like that in… forever.”
“Sometimes,” Tik Tik says, stroking under the head. “You have to let go and let yourself be you. Then, you can be happy.”
The Pooka stands tall, stepping up from his wobbling position and tilting his head back. He enjoys the morning Autumn breeze along his mane as he stands on all fours, sighing in delight after the initial intensity and the playfulness he shared with the kobold between his legs.
“Thank you, Tik Tik,” he says. “Sometimes, it's hard for this old trickster to realize when it’s a good time to be sincere.”
Tik Tik takes her time to giggle at the silliness of the situation, where the Equine Pooka looms over her body, obviously horny for more action with that horsey cock dripping with precum onto her snout ridges. “Hehe, well, it’s funny that you should mention sincerity, Mister Pooka.”
The pooka snorts, clopping back, his golden gaze narrowing. “What are you playing out, little tricky one?”

Tik Tik presses her finger between her eyes, scraping downward to scoop up the glob of pre. She doesn’t answer the Pooka as she opens her mouth, rolling out her tongue and wrapping that muscle around the cum-coated digit, sucking and slurping and enjoying herself in her hedonistic delight for the moment.
After she finally swallows, of course making a show of it, she stands up, hands firmly on her hips. “I propose to you a trade. We finish this fun later and in a different place. You will take me to where my friends are, and there I will let you fucking destroy me with your gigantic cock.”
The Pooka shifts into his leporine form, the old rabbit stomping up to her, puffing out his chest and snarling. “I’ll do no such thing, missie. You are just trying to get a free ride out of me. You’ll throw me to the wayside once you’re back with all your friends, never to think of this old Pooka again.”
“And you wouldn’t attempt to breed me by filling me with your Pooka spunk,  wipe my memory of you when we’re done, and leave me with a magical egg?”
The Pooka taps his foot, folding his arms over his chest. His ears droop, and he turns away from her. “It seems we still have trust issues, even after all that.”
“If only there was a way to get what we both want.” Tik Tik says.
The Pooka quirks a brow, turning his head over his shoulder. “You have something in mind, don’t you, lass?”
“I do, I do,” Tik Tik says, summoning her book to her. “I’ve found some interesting techniques I’ve wanted to try. While logistically, it would be difficult to have you on your back and dangerous for you to be looming over me, there is one technique I’d love to try.” She flips through the pages, smirks, and turns the book toward her companion.
The Pooka blushes. “Why, lass, that’s the strangest thing I’ve ever seen. How would it work? How would it feel good for ya?”
“It’d feel good for you, wouldn’t it?”
“It… might,” he admits. “I don’t suppose you have the material necessary to make it happen, would you?”
Tik Tik taps her head. “Oh, I have access to oh-so-many materials, but I'm sure you have something here we can use.”
“I’ll have to check my storage,” the Pooka admits, hopping past her and the bench and heading back into his Pooka pool.
Soon, the Pooka emerges in his equine form, his body glistening and his mane clinging to his neck and over one eye. He holds long straps in his mouth, which he lays at Tik Tik’s feet. “There,” he grumbles. “I hope you’re happy.”
“Oh, did you have these before?” Tik Tik asks. She draws a circle around her with her toe, creating her floating platform. She picks up the straps and floats up to the horse’s face. “This will be perfect,” she says. “A bit and bridle, is it? How did you have such a thing?”
“Sometimes, I have to play the part of a domesticated horse,” he says. “The Death’s Coach is a bit more freeing than a nobleman’s carriage, that is for sure, and so then, I-gah!?”
Tik Tik sticks the bit in his mouth, slipping the bridle over his face. “Hehe, that’s a good horsey,” she says. “You can talk, but it doesn’t mean you have to. Enjoy listening for a change, won’t you?”
She hops off her disc, setting the rest of the bridle onto him, leaning her chest against his muscled neck and fastening the thing to him. Still, as she lays the reins over him, she conjures additional material. “No need for a saddle where we’re going,” she says, adding a pink and magical alteration to the material and wrapping it around her body. Holding onto the strap, she hops over the edge, pulling his head back.
The Pooka snorts, and he coughs, only to have himself gulp when he feels her pressing her body up against his belly, the ropes and strands wrapping around them, keeping the two held tight together.
“S… so this is what it feels like,” he says. “What daft person thought of this trick?” he muses.
“Oh, so you can talk?” she muses. “That’s fine. Your voice sounds cute when you got that in there.”
“Geeh…”
Her feet press against his still-hard cock, lifting it up and rubbing the length. “Oh, yes, this should work quite well, indeed. Now, my friend, be a good horse and pick up my things.”
Tik Tik swirls her finger, and her clothing bundles together lifts into the air, and rests on the pooka’s back as a pack.
The Pooka shakes his mane, stepping out from the safety of his pool and out towards the mysterious road. “Fuck me… if anyone found us together… they’d think you mad.”
“Let them think it,” Tik Tik says, pushing her heels against the bottom of his cock, lining that massive thing between her legs. “I’m having the time of my life!”
The Pooka leaps from the boundaries of his Pooka pool, galloping through the spooky road. Through the piercing sunlight, the mysterious path is less of an enigma and more of a morbid truth. As the wind whistles through the trees, they reveal their secrets to the world and the weary travelers who dare cross their threshold.
But Tik Tik is too busy for flowery poetry and understanding new and inscrutable truths. Because, right now, the kobold ties herself to the belly of the pooka-horse and is ready for the ride of her life after that experience of death.
Tied up against the belly of the beast-shaped friend, Tik Tik rubs against his hide, her soft scales scratching slightly against the short hairs. 
With each galloping step, her soft underbelly rubs against his, his hot, snorting breath sending pulses of movement she can feel. As he sprints down the lonely road, there is no moment to relent.

Of course, the main attraction for the kobold is not the sight of the path ahead, upside-down from her position under him, but of the prominent and throbbing equine member that sits with her, bound by the straps he placed on him. She made sure that the circulation on that solid, rock-hard thing would be cut off just enough, like a ring wrapped around it, keeping his blood flowing to that massive length, usually dangling down on his body from the gravity and the weight of the thing, now pressed up against him, and more importantly, pressed up against her!
It rubs against him as he runs, the length of the binding rubbing and stroking him down at the base, where the kobold can’t reach. It sets him forward and keeps him running instead of slowing down. Once he takes a turn, the stimulation by his balls will end, and he renews with a more incredible burst of speed. This sends the delight up his shaft, making his thing wriggle and tremble in its charm, sending the feelings to her.
The kobold grips the length of her cute feet, pressing her soles against the sides, stroking as she can onto that thing. It’s a delight like she’s felt so many times before, but also as never before.
Her fingers dig into the straps at his sides, holding on dearly to her harness and his dick. She guides the flared head closer to herself, pressing that massive member into her wanting slit, letting it ride against her.
There’s no way such an impressive thing could ever fit inside the kobold’s tiny body. It’s a physical impossibility, and yet, because of the power of her magic, all things are possible, and the head, so broad, so massive and meaty, disappears into her with a scream.
She’s the tightest thing he’s ever comfortably felt, like a mare explicitly built for him, her magic accommodating his massive form without hurting her. Of course, due to her kobold nature, she stretches to the mighty form, her insides gripping tightly to him, squeezing with each movement of momentum that hits him.
It is a sensation that neither could give words for it, and neither would have much time to. Soon, the Pooka slows down to a steady walk.
Still filled with Pooka pole, the kobold whines, scratching his side. “W-what are you doing? We’re just getting ot the good part!”
“We’re also getting close to the wizard’s home,” the Pooka hisses. “How would you like to come ridin’ up to them, strapped to a horse’s cock, eh?”
“Well, I’d think—“
“Without having gotten off first.
“That’s horrible!”
“I… I thank you, Tik Tik,” the pooka says. “For makin’ me be able to feel this thrill. But it’s time we end this.”
Tik Tik gulps, and just then, the Pooka bows his front legs, her head brushing against the dirt underneath them. He spreads his back legs and lets gravity start the show, sliding his cock deeper into her. Thrusting his hips forward, he grunts and snorts and neighs as his cock disappears into the non-euclidean depths of her charmed womanhood.
“HW… aha… aha!” Tik Tik roars, gripping her toes around his cock, stroking him fast, her mind reeling from the sheer amount of GIRTH dipped deep inside her.
Anyone could walk up to them on the road. Not just her friends but any travelers through life’s weary way. It would be a sight for anyone who doesn’t know them to imagine the possibilities. Perhaps it is just another anecdote to tell along the road of the many strange things the fair folk get themselves into?
Tik Tik can only imagine because of the sounds of his grunting, snorting breath, and his heady, sweaty body rutting over top of her. Her head was just buried between him and the ground. There’s nothing she can see nor hear of the world beyond. It is simply the heavy pleasure of a kobold being DICKED DOWN HARD that fills her experience.
And fill it does, when he finally rears his head back, letting out a mighty whinnying neigh and lifting his feet into the air.
The pressure that builds up around Tik Tik is too much for the kobold, and she spurts out of the cock, letting that hose of a thing fall to the ground and staining the road with his seed. Tik Tik is left tangled up in the barding and the straps, her body aching and oozing with eh delight of the Pooka’s jizz dripping out of her cream pie, her increased capacity making it goop out with more seed than should be stored in that tiny little womb of hers.
The two lovers lay there, grunting and panting, sweaty and muddy, left to their own devices and basking in the post-coital glow of their fucking.

“Aw, what the hell, Tik Tik? What did you fuck this time?”
Gimmegee covers her face, waving her hand in front of her.
Tik Tik blinks, pushing the naked and swollen body up from the ground, glancing to and fro. She’s back on the lonely road, covered and filled with semen, with Gimmegee blushing wildly before her.
“Huh…” Tik Tik says, scratching her nose. “I’m not sure, but whatever it was, it was really fun!”
Gimmegee frowns as Tik Tik stumbles to her feet, the kobold oozing with the evidence of a day of debauchery, dripping from between her feet.
“You’re really something else, you know that?” Gimmegee says.
With a wave of her hand, Tik Tik removes the grime and the gunk, and the jizz from her person, leaving her scales cleansed. “Oh, were you worried about me, Gimmegee? I didn’t know you cared.”
“Laugh all you want,” the gnome says, folding her arms over her chest, “But my colleagues would not be happy if their guest professor died,” she says this with a slight cringe at the end.
Tik Tik hums to herself, slipping on each article of clothing with no natural haste. “I’ll need to cast a memory restoration spell on myself to see what happened this morning, but what about all of you?”
“Come see for yourself,” Gimmegee insists, returning to the bushes from whence she came.
When Tik Tik steps through the foliage, her hood back over her head, she finds herself in another little encampment with the rest of her party. Wafting up from the center of their camp is the savory smell of hunted game, enough to get the kobold wizard salivating.
She immediately plops herself next to the fire. After that, her slimy scribe slurps beside her, pen and paper in hand.
“So, Miss Tik,” Eshere says. “The report of last night’s events is as follows.”
Tik Tik swipes a spit-roasted creature and chomps into it, humming in delight as her friendly follower fills her in. “No, no, don’t worry about the details. Tell me about the good stuff. The wizard… is he still alive…?”
Eshere frowns. “Ah, yeah, about that…”
“Whazzup, bitches!?”
Another member of their party is popping up from the edge of the camp, Erin Sheridon. However, the human, usually so studious, is now dressed in a jacket with the most garish of floral imagery and a pair of pants ripped into shorts. In both hands are two individuals from the Death Coach—the lady in white and her porcine partner.
Eshere whispers to Tik Tik. “Turns out we had a bit of an adventure of our own. The wizard’s a ghost, and the Death Coach was going to his place to party.” Erin whoops and plops across from Tik Tik, grabbing some meat of her own and chomping on it. “And I ain’t ever felt so alive! You girls know how to party!”
“Ah, so you’re the distinguished source, huh?” Tik Tik giggles. “I feel bad I missed the initial meeting with you.”
“And you’re that kobold everyone’s talking about! Yeah, it was a shock, to be sure! Whatcha do that was so important?”
And Tik Tik strokes her chin, contemplating the answer to that question. “Something I’m going to find out.”
—
On a cold winter’s day, when the Pooka pool is blanketed by the freshly fallen snow of a winter’s storm, the scene's brightness intensifies when a white portal opens. Stepping through the portal, the fur-clad kobold scans through the landscape, her eyes covered in sun-protecting lenses. Even then, the blinding nature of the snow makes it difficult to see.
She crunches along the virgin snow, leaving the only evidence of life in this barren land until she comes across a more pronounced mound.
With a wave of her hand, the serenity of this place blasts apart when fire erupts, melting away the covering to reveal the little bench.
And Tik Tik sits there, gazing across the beautiful wintry landscape, letting the steam billow from her snout in frosty wisps. She leans back against the warmed bench, her hands on her knees, and just sits, listening, existing in that place, seemingly stuck in a beautiful moment of tranquility and cold.
But all such moments end, and soon, things will return to how they once were, but maybe not quite as much as they were.
She unfastens one button and reaches inside her coat, pulling a small scroll tied with a little golden bow from within it. She stands from her spot and pats the scroll on the bench with a mitten-clad hand.
“You made for a good story, my friend,” The kobold says, letting her hand linger there momentarily. “And although you left me forgetting everything about our encounter, I rebuilt it from every mote of my clouded memory. But I left one detail out of this retelling.”
She grips the scroll momentarily, holding it there with intensity and wit. Though she focuses her gaze on the golden ribbon, she sees nothing. Instead, she takes that time, her mind processing, wondering, questioning, and steps back.
“How silly of me,” she says, sighing with her mitten to her face. “I didn’t realize what was right in front of me. Why did you try to trick the Dullahan? Why you were so eager to keep me away to start. But I’m not stupid. But you knew that.”
She steps away, pulling her hood low over her face, though her spectacles protect her from the brightness. She lifts her arm, the white glow of the powerful artifact she crafted lighting the way back to her home's warmth and darkness.
And once again, the fey’s home is a quiet and calm beauty of nature. Never again to be graced by the old, but as the water from the bench drips onto the soil, a tiny sprout basks in the life-renewing energies, promising that though the old is gone, the new will renew what was once beautiful.