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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?"