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Teleportation was and still is a complicated and demanding process. It takes the most basic tenet of magical manipulation--bending natural laws to suit the caster's whim--and uses that principle to fold and distort reality.

Our very physical world is one that we are bound to. A magician's ability to change the rules to suit their needs is an exclusive craft, and transporting oneself without needing to traverse space is challenging to master.

Those who can move beyond reasonable limits usually come from outside our world. These are angels and demons of the great beyond or the mysterious Travelers. There are also the fairy creatures that existed as part of the world long before there was a world. And there are also things beyond our understanding of physical nature whose very being is anathema to reality as we know it. All such creatures can manipulate our world without care and do things only the most skilled spell casters can accomplish after decades of study.

Finally, there is Tik Tik, who unlocked the secrets of bending the world to her whim by absconding with the holy artifact she had dubbed "the Stick of Champions" and deciding to unlock its secrets once she had reclaimed the prize.

The initial prototype for Tik Tik's Teleportation Device was constructed over in the Great Wastes and devised as a means to get herself back home. Materials, labor, and funds were afforded to her as part of her deal with Lord Anish. Save for the heaviest of lifting, Tik Tik enjoyed puzzling things out independently and thus often worked on her own in a tent provided to her by the company.

One day, she worked well into the afternoon, her tent affording her some comfort from the oppressive sun. Tubes, wires, and notes scattered the rug of her tent, and sitting on her workbench was that radiant shaft of holiness.

Lord Anish had important business for many of his handiest men that day. Tik Tik was left half-undressed alone as she lifted materials and locked them into place. It was a grueling task for one so diminutive. While working on these manual labors, she glanced towards her prize, whose secrets mocked her. She thought she had cracked the code earlier, having traveled across the city of Anteronia with just a thought, but that turned out to be her using it without fully understanding it.

"Stupid Stick," she said to it, her hands upon her hips, tapping her foot. "Why don't you work? Why are you so frustrating!" She growled, grabbing her horns and falling to her knees. "Why can't Tik Tik think straight? Why everyone so busy? Why there no notes to read on this? Why is there no one around to fuck Tik Tik!"

As part of their partnership, Anish had allowed Tik Tik a limited use of some of his servants from time to time, but as he had said to the kobold when she first propositioned a particularly studly stallion. "I'm a businessman, Tik Tik. You'll need to pay the price if you want to use my goods. So, either get me some magical research or pay me, and you'll receive your enjoyment."

She had no money. All she had was the Stick of Champions-that stupid, long, rigid stick!

Growling, the kobold thrust her hand forward, conjuring up a ghostly facsimile of her own hand, undid the case door, and yanked the stick free. She clung to the thing close to her chest, breathing heavily as she pressed the relic against her scales.

The Stick was warm. She had known this from handling it during the Tournament, but she hadn't truly appreciated its warmth until that moment. Her eyes lost focus, and her legs trembled. Dare she commit this act against something that had brought her such joy?

Could it not bring her joy in a different way?"

She flopped onto the rug, staring at the tent, the sun's light passing through the thick fabric, making it hard to concentrate on her work. She closed her eyes, focusing on the Stick, not enough to activate it, but more like to make it come alive.

The transportation device tickled over Tik Tik's scales with a soft hum. Each individual flesh plate tingled with glee as if being sent on its own journey of pleasure. She let the thing ride up and down along her underbelly for a time, stimulating the softer, smoother parts of her hide.

The swarthy men here at Anish's Caravan are strong and rugged, and even the most sensitive girls were made rough through the desert's trials. The same is true in all wild places of the world. Today, Tik Tik yearned for something softer. The gentle caress of a lover without known strife and only available delights. Someone to hold her close, cuddle her, and finally tickle her in the most intimate ways.

The more she imagined this phantom lover, the more Tik Tik's hand trailed down over her body, soon pulling down her pants and exposing herself in her makeshift home's privacy.

Oh, if she could have a home to have all to herself. If she could have the fun, she wanted without fear of someone interrupting her and asking her why she wasn't done yet? She could really let this thing go slowly over her slit. But as it was, she must be pragmatic, take care of these desires as fast as she could, and then up and into her, the stick went, spreading her lips, filling her up, and buzzing through her body.

Despite the fleeting nature of this exercise, the kobold's body shudders and shivers in delight as she bites her finger, staring down over herself, loving herself and how she can make herself feel. And soon, she found herself in that convulsion of true happiness, her cries rising from her throat.

But those cries were deafened by the screech of magical energy and the blinding light that enveloped her whole world.

It was then she discovered the secret.