Tik Tik's Death Coach 10
#105 of Anteronian Adventures
Tik Tik and her Dullahan lover now find their conveyance missing. There's some trickery afoot on this late autumn's eve.
This is a Halloween special inspired Thomas Crofton Croker's poem The Death Coach as well as a few other Samhain spirits.
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Deep in the darkness of the predawn hours, Tik Tik lies sprawled out on the ground, oozing with her womanhood filled with the release of the manly and powerful Dullahan driver. Her lover sits up, his chest rising and falling, his hands upon his knees. The last vestiges of his orgasm leak out onto the ground between the two as he sits and waits.
Tik Tik takes a few breaths before she can push herself up with her elbows, her tummy groaning as she curls up, more lewd fluids leaking out of her as she sits there. "Ah... Tik Tik... hardly feel herself," she says, biting her lip. "You did really good job, Coachman."
The headless man stands up with little more response, gripping the edge of his trousers and pulling them up.
"N-no, wait!" Tik Tik's toes curl once and twice, and then she hops up to her feet, her legs wobbling. "L-let Tik Tik take care of that!"
With a snap of her fingers, a sheen of magic coats over him, all dirt and sweat and cum disappearing off of his body. He pats his chest and stomach and even grabs his junk before he pulls his pants back up.
"See, Tik Tik know some good trick!" The kobold says, snapping and cleansing herself of all detritus as well. "Now, what do we do? We wait here?"
Tik Tik's clothing floats toward her at the wizard's call, and she asks her question while slipping everything back on. When she hooks her cloak back to her shoulders and props the hood back over her head, she realizes the silence is darker than usual. Nothing is living here, save for the trees, bringing themselves to mimic the appearance of death as their last leaves snap off and fall with an unassuming finality. Its purpose is finally done. Its usefulness as a life source is done.
While Tik Tik ponders this truth of the universe, she turns toward her companion, only to find him standing with his coat and cloak back on, but stomping around the roadside. He is Such an inscrutable loner, but for the few minutes they were together, she knows he is a man who prides himself on service.
What else she also notices is that the horse is gone.
Tik Tik hops up, spinning her tail below her and forming her disc. She flies up to the Dullahan. "What happen? Where horse? Do know?"
He lifts his arm, pointing his thumb down.
"So, that it then? We stuck here tonight?"
Thumb down.
"Should Tik Tik still be worried?"
Thumb up.
"Tik Tik go find horse. Can use magic. Sound good?"
There's a moment of hesitation.
"Sound good?"
Thumb up.
Tik Tik rises a bit, flipping through her book and reciting the spell to help locate the creature. She visualizes it, the flowing mane, the piercing golden eyes, the skulls adorned around its muscled shoulder.
"Horse... horse... where is horse..."
The spell, sure to work on such a creature as a stallion, bears no connection. "Blast it!" she curses, swooping back down to the Dullahan. "Tik Tik can't find it. Are horses special too? Like spirits like you?"
Thumbs up.
Tik Tik curses. "We need search quickly if find horse, but quiet too, yes?"
Thumbs up.
But a snort makes the kobold spin around. Standing on the road just to the edge of the darkened horizon, the horse watches the two of them with its head high, its mane flowing.
"Okie dokie! Let's get it!" the kobold says, clapping her hands together.
But at that loud sound, the stallion rears up and turns.
"No, no, no, wait!"
Suddenly, a firm grip touches the kobold's vehicle.
"Wait, what you doing?"
The Dullahan gives the kobold a thumbs up before grasping the disc again. He spins around, accelerating the magical conveyance with his strength.
The kobold falls onto her tummy, grasping the edges of her ride, the wind whipping around her from the sheer strength of the spiritual muscles.
He lets go before she can say anything, sending the disc spinning and flying straight down the road.
"Wow-wowo-wo-wo-wow-ow-wow!"
The horse gallops along the road, a hearty, snorting laugh emerging from it, only to turn its head, its golden eyes widening.
Tik Tik's disc slows down in its spinning just in time for the kobold to appear next to the running beast. The kobold smacks her head and shakes off the dizziness, wondering if she heard what she thought she heard, and then fires off a magical bolt at the escaping creature.
The beast bounces out of the way, and for sure this time she hears a laugh.
"That's how want to play it?" Tik Tik says, gritting her teeth. "Okie dokie, then!"
She dives at the steed, her disc disappearing, her arms and legs wide, and she lands upon its back, digging her claws and toes into it! "Stop, horsie, stop!"
The horse rears up with a mighty bellow before it stomps back onto the ground, rushing away. This time with the kobold hanging on, clinging desperately to its back, lest she be left on the dark road without a guide through the mysterious darkness.
Just when the kobold thinks she had a handle on the mysteries of life, now, it throws another strange misdirection at her.
Or, perhaps this is just a weird fucking night, and she put way too much thought into a one-night stand and a day of adventuring.
Time, introspection, and lots and lots of writing will tell!