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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.