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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!"