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It has been a rough time recently for Tik Tik; with the unexpected encounters and the disappearance of Quiquan, things are becoming increasingly frustrating around the tower. But it can't get any worse, right?"

As Tik Tik works on another one of her many projects, Asuka, the canine kobold, enters the wizard's chamber, bowing low. “My mistress," she says, keeping her head down, “There is a message for you, delivered by a courier."

Tik Tik pops her head up from her writings, cooing with excited glee and hopping off her seat to scurry over and snatch the notice. Scanning the message, she yelps when a bright flash of light hits her, producing a towering image of Anish, her employer at the Grand Caravan, within the room. The rakshasa stands in illusory form before Tik Tik, a stern gaze upon his beastly visage as he glares directly into the kobold's eyes.

“You've yet to find and secure Maram and restore your teleportation device," her boss grumbles. “And because of that, we are behind in our quarterly quotas." The caravan leader takes a deep breath, his backwards and clawed hands clicking nails together. “Because of this, you are in breach of our contract, and I shall be compelled to terminate our relationship—unless you can complete a task for me."

Not waiting for Tik Tik's response, the rakshasa holds up his hands, and between them appears a small, plain chest with a prominent lock built into it. “Our agents placed this package into your tower to be delivered through your teleportation technology later." He growls, his teeth grinding. “However, when you allowed thieves to enter your tower and steal your divine artifact and the Lust Spirit battery escaped, the delivery date soon approaches, but we cannot transport it safely.

“Since this is your fault, Tik Tik, it is now up to you to find a courier service and send the package off—but I have one more request." He waves his hand, dissipating the image of the chest. “I want you to be in the party that delivers the chest. You must ensure its safety personally, and I need to hear word within the month that you were successful." He lifts his hand, squeezing it into a fist. “Otherwise, I shall send a team to repossess all that is mine."

With that last warning, the illusion disappears into a shimmering mirage. Leaving the two kobolds alone in the laboratory. Asuka shrinks back, her ears lowering. “What are you going to do?" the furry kobold asks.

Tik Tik strokes her chin, sighing. “Nothing to do but to deliver the package." She squats down and scoops up the notice. “We need to discover who in Anteronia can traverse northern terrain fast enough to make it on time—and can take Tik Tik with them."

“What if it's all a trap, though?" Asuka grabs onto Tik Tik's shoulder, whimpering. “What if Anish sends someone or something to the tower to take me while you're away?"

Tik Tik pats Asuka's hand. There's nothing to worry about. Here, you have access to all of my magic. Here, you are safe." She then nuzzles the dog bold's cheek. “I will never let him take you."

With that, Tik Tik waves her hand, holding it up and striding towards the exit. Her cloak flies in, landing in her grasp. She then whips it around her back and pops the hood over her head. After that, she holds her hand before her and spins her arm in the air, creating a green disk. She throws the disk to the floor and then hops onto it. Her conveyance rises, becoming a moving platform she uses to traverse her tower.

And so, her journey begins.

* * *

The City of Sin boasts numerous businesses, including couriers and various shipping opportunities. Of course, Tik Tik travels to everyone she can find, and what does she get?

“There's no way I can get a package to Tundara in time!"

“I ain't workin' for the Grand Caravan. They put my father out of business!"

“Sorry, I don't allow people to join my couriers on their quests. Not after last time."

The series of deconfirmations leaves Tik Tik sitting on a curb, hands on her cheeks, staring down at the box on her lap, as darkness and emptiness often creep into her soul, scratching at the back of her mind. She's a failure, a fraud, and soon, she'll be captured and sent who-knows-where to do who-knows-what for who-knows-who.

The kobold sighs and lifts her head, staring blankly across the street. But as she does, she hears the galloping of hooves. Leaning in, she realizes that those gallops are pretty fast. Just how fast, she cannot count.

Suddenly, a rush of air and a streak pass by her. The kobold holds onto her hood and cloak. She gawks at the figure, but she only catches a quick glimpse. It is a horse, no, a horse man, rushing down the main street.

Following in pursuit is a small detachment of Judicators, a zealous group of law enforcers approved by the city but heavy in their willingness to punish. They rush toward Tik Tik and blow whistles at the rushing creature, only to curse their misfortune.

“Blasted centaurs," an ear-covered judicator clasps his knees as he catches his breath. Traditionally, each Judicator inhibits one of their senses in pursuing the lofty goal of righteous judgment. “They think they own the streets.

Another judicator, whose eyes are covered, removes their hat and wipes their brow. We need to improve our endurance and speed if we wish to catch that streaking Lunatic.

Tik Tik's snout curls up in a long, curling smile, and she rubs her hands together. “Perfect timing," she coos.

“You made excellent time, Anicetus," says the clerk, a slightly chubby, balding figure with a man's upper body and a horse's lower body. “And how is the state of the training dummy?"

The snowy-haired, icy-skinned younger centaur on the other side of the counter hefts the figure from under him and plops it onto the counter with no ceremony.

The clerk wrinkles his nose at the thing but nods. “It's in good condition, but surely you will wish to treat your clients better than that."

“If they pay for better," Anicetus says.

The clerk chuckles, and he holds out his hand. “Well, you sound ready to work the rides around town."

Anicetus reaches for that proffered hand, only for the clerk to pull it gently away.

“That is, of course, as long as there are no complications."

Anicetus clenches and unclenches his fist. “Define 'complication."

“The judicators," the clerk's eyebrow raises.

“Ah," Anicetus snorts."

“Did they cause a ruckus?"

The younger centaur stamps his foot. “They always do," he says, touching the counter. “They do not care for indulgence. They only wish to restrict and to deny."

“It is their way," the clerk offers, pulling the mannequin from the counter. “And it is the way of the city to allow them to exercise their way." He points to Anicetus, poking him in the chest. “Therefore, it is our way to not mess with them. We are given permission to indulge, but only if we follow these rules."

“They are quite restrictive," Anicetus grumbles.

“How do you expect this tribe to exist within stone walls and cobbled streets without compromising? That is how they abide our existence here."

“They shall never abide our existence," the younger says, turning heel and heading towards the entrance. However, Tik Tik flies into the room, thwarting Anicetus's attempt at a grand exit.

The kobold stares face-to-face with the brash centaur, a bright smile spreading beneath her blue eyes. “Hihi!" she chirps, bouncing on her disk. “I'm Tik Tik—kobold wizard and logistics manager of the Grand Caravan!" She glances downward over his naked chest, covered only in straps and bits of armor at the joints. “And you must be the centaur I'm looking for."

The clerk steps out from around the counter, showing the kobold his own centaur body as he does. He claps his humanoid hands together, rubbing them profusely. “Ah, Tik Tik! You brought much renown to our people when you included the fighter Charis in your Tournament of Pleasure. Thank you very much for bringing more recognition to centaur-kind. Please, tell me how we can help you."

“Tik Tik not sure what business you do," the kobold shrugs, leaning on her side. “But she saw one of your runners zip across the city. Very fast—very flashy."

“Ah, that must have been Anicetus here," the clerk says, slapping the younger centaur on his equine shoulder. “He's my newest hire for my sensual centaur ride shop. Would you like to see the city while harnessed and fucked by the most potent and virile of centaur men?"

“It can be rough," Anicetus says, crossing his arms. “I don't like to take novices."

The wizard scratches her cheek. “Well, I don't ride too much, not on a steed, at least," she says with a wink.

The clerk clops in between the two, shaking his head. “Oh, well, don't either of you worry. After all, for women of Tik Tik's size, we have a selection of ponies who can also take you for a ride. If you're not aware, miss, they are to Anicetus and I as halflings are to humans—much more suitably sized for a woman of your stature.

“Anicetus is perfect," Tik Tik says, sitting on her knees. “Tik Tik needs someone with great speed for special job. Also, the fact he is sexy man is bonus Tik Tik cannot ignore." With a snap of her fingers, her disk lowers her down underneath Anicetus. When she takes a gander, she sees his equine member, flaccid but large. “Oh yes, he is quite wonderful indeed!"

“I assure you," Anicetus says, puffing out his chest, “It is not for the faint of heart to harness to me and let me penetrate them while we see the city."

“Tik Tik has seen enough of the city," the kobold admits, miming her fingers curling over that shaft. “Tik Tik is looking for a trip outside the city. Tik Tik want to go to Tundara."

“I've traveled from Tundara to here before," says Anicetus, turning so his member is closer to Tik Tik's discerning face. “But if I were to make the trip again, it would have to be with significant compensation."

Tik Tik rises up, stands, and puts his hands behind her back. She stares at him eye-to-eye. “Oh, this is an express job, so Tik Tik was always planning to pay a premium rate."

Matching her gaze with his unbroken one, Anicetus answers, “Then it's settled. We shall travel together with you harnessed to me."

“Excuse me," the clerk waves his arm between them. “I just got Anicetus, and you plan to take him away from here? That's much lost revenue for my business that we desperately need."

Tik Tik produces a slip of paper and a pen from her pouch, scribbling onto it. “Then Tik Tik shall compensate both you and Anicetus, as well as provide review of the journey. That way, we all get something we want, yes?"

“The commission price alone for such an endeavor would be astronomic. Then, there's the matter of supplies and the lost work during the quest and… and…"

Tik Tik holds the paper up in front of his face, and the clerk stares at it with a hypnotized glare. He starts and snatches the cheque from her, his lips quivering. “I-I-I can't believe it. Are you serious?"

Tik Tik titters. “It pays to have a business partner with deep pockets."

In the statuary park of Anteronia, many people enjoy the great artworks mingled with the lush greenery of nature. The natural world is often missing from city life, and this sprawling facsimile is enough for many. But the artiface makes Anicetus antsy as he walks along the path through one of the denser forested areas. Today, he dresses in what might be considered dressed for his kind. Draped over his haunches and his equine shoulders is a simple cloth that drapes down to his ankles, concealing any indecency that the Judicators may wish to stamp out if they were given the chance.

A small creature standing in the center of the cobbled path and holding a tiny chest interrupts his enriching exercise. The centaur snorts, folds his arms over his chest, and narrows his gaze at the offending creature. “Did we really need to meet here, Tik Tik?"

“That's right," Tik Tik chirps, bouncing on her toes. “You have everything?"

Sighing, Anicetus grabs the skirt and lifts a front leg, revealing his harnessed and well-endowed self underneath. The leather straps reach around him, binding around his equine pectorals and abdomen. The thigh stirrups hang open, awaiting their occupant to latch onto them. His cock dangles flaccidly between his legs, also waiting.

“I don't see too many centaurs," Tik Tik says, swaying as she approaches Anicetus. “Do many of you dress this way?"

“Only when we are forced by those who claim to be the law."

Tik Tik holds the chest up to Anicetus. “This is for you to carry. I'll be otherwise occupied."

Dropping his skirt, he grasps the proffered box. Examining it, he runs his hands over the thing, fingers finding straps tied to an extra block glued to one side. “And who would create a chest one can carry on their back?"

“Someone being paid a great amount," says Tik Tik, lifting up his skirt and shimmying underneath. Her movement within causes the skirt to flap about under him. Anicetus, meanwhile, fits one arm and then the other through the loops. “And would your client appreciate their chest being glued to a block of wood?"

“Tik Tik has solvent!" she chirps, pushing out a small bundle from under him.

Anicetus turns in place, squatting and picking up the bundle. “This one can rest on my lower half," he says. “But you packed so little, I question your preparedness.

“It bigger than it looks!" comes the reply from under his body.

Pulling the drawstring apart, he looks inside the bag, only to notice a deep blackness that compels him to close it immediately. “This magic is not of the natural world."

“Arcane magic is natural! Just different nature than whatever magic you have going on."

A tug at Anicetus's stirrups draws his attention down between his legs. “You ready?"

Underneath Anicetus, Tik Tik is nude and holds onto the stirrup with one hand. With the other, she draws the outline of her disk. Once the magical seat conjures into existence, she lies upon it, letting the thing slowly rise up and get her into position, using her free hand to support her head as she nearly dangles off the small thing. “Speaking of magic, what makes someone skilled in natural magic come to become a prostitute?"

“It is not an ignoble profession in our herding lands. Other, bipedal tribes enjoy feeding their desires with us, as do we." Tik Tik cannot see the slight smile on his face as he continues. “Besides, I enjoy it, and it pays well."

“Noble," says the kobold, pressing her cheek against his equine body, her hands spread out along his stomach. She finds the straps for her arms and slips into them, palms pressing against his hide.

Speaking her words of power, Tik Tik summons spectral hands. They work on the adjustments needed to put her into her steed. They hold her up by her rear and back and shoulders. They slip one leg into the stirrup and the other leg into the other. They tighten her into place, and they wrap the final belts around her back, setting her nice and snug against Anicetus's body.

Anicetus rolls his shoulders, nodding. “You're going through a lot just to deliver a package."

“Oh, Ani," the kobold says, snuggling up against Anicetus's body. “I'm always open for an excuse to do something sexy."

“You speak more eloquently. I think you have been hiding much from me."

Tik Tik chuckles, her voice growing husky. “Please, we have a long journey to undertake. Shall we start it off?"

“I don't move," Anicetus says, grabbing the drawstring of his skirt and standing tall and ready, “until I am inside my rider."

“But of course," says Tik Tik, her ghostly hands moving to lift the mighty meat. They stroke underneath, setting him up to rest right there between her legs. “My, aren't you massive. I hope getting this harness specially made for me didn't cost you too much."

Anicetus grunts, nodding toward a couple who walk past him.

Tik Tik bends her knees, her soles pressing against the sides of that cock. “Oooh yes, so full and ready to take me," she coos, squeezing his flesh with her toes. “You do this for the benefit of others, or do you do it because you desire to fuck everyone and everything?"

He grits his teeth, stepping about to keep his balance as the flared head presses against the kobold's hole.

Tik Tik holds her breath as she wriggles and pushes the thing against her, the tight fit making it slip inside with some resistance.

The horse man stumbles forward, his shoulders rising and falling. “By the gods," he groans, clutching his sides. “H-how tight are you?"

“Very, but that doesn't, nnngh… gaah!" Tik Tik arches her back. The cock is enormous, and the magic warding her can only do so much before she stretches. She pants, patting his tummy, nodding. “Oh, fuck…"

“You can unharness yourself at any time. There is no problem with ending this now."

“I… I don't want to end it now," Tik Tik growls, gritting her teeth. “It isn't about the… the package. It isn't about Anish. I want to feel what it's like to fuck this aloof business-oriented horse boy!"

“Call me 'horse boy' again, and you'll be in for a particularly wild ride."

“Is that a threat or a promise, horse boy?"

Anicetus sighs, pulling apart his skirt. Once it falls off and all of his splendor is revealed, he rushes off, beginning their rough and distant ride!

People throughout Anteronia are used to strange interludes and occurrences, from megalomaniacal villains and monsters threatening the safety of the city to spontaneous sex acts breaking out amid the public. Among those dedicating themselves to battling such incursions are the Judicators of Justiciar, but they must also enjoy time off from their duties.

That is why Captain Judith Wainwright is in plain clothes. The large and broad woman is letting her hair down and enjoying a day in a dress. A petite elven man joins her on her day off and offers her an ice cream, paid for with his own money as a gentleman should.

Though she is out of uniform, Captain Waiwright still covers her eyes. In her civilian attire, she wears blackout sunglasses because in this city of sin, degeneracy is everywhere to see.

Her vow of blindness does not prevent her from indulging in her other senses, however, and she tastes the sweetness of the cream with much enjoyment. She has trained her ears to listen out for any signs of strangeness and wrongdoing, and despite her attempts to enjoy herself, those keen ears of hers catch something strange, but something she was on the lookout for. The sounds of laughs and squeals make her crush her cone in her hand, letting the remaining ice cream run down her fingers like rivulets of blood.

“What degeneracy is happening now?"

Approaching rapidly are the hoofsteps of a horse, fast and dutiful. The people around jump out of the way of the galloping Anicetus, his muscles tensing up as he leaps above the ice cream cart, giving Captain Wainright's elven companion the full view of the harness and the pink kobold rider beneath.

The poor unfortunate elf falls back, trembling, his eyes wide. “Wuh… was that Tik Tik… the wizard?" he gulps. “Fornicating with a horse man?"

Captain Wainwright whirls around towards the receding footsteps, following the sound of galloping. She reaches into the breast of her dress and pulls out a whistle. With a hearty blow, she sends out a shrieking, summoning blast.

Before her, magical energy swirls and forms into the shape of a mighty steed. She leaps upon it, riding side saddle, but gripping tightly to the harness, ordering the creature forward with a strong command.

The whistle's shrill cry travels far and wide throughout the park, warning all civilians of trouble nearby and calling on the aid of all nearby Judicators.

* * *

“The ride could get rougher," Anicetus says, speeding past a few gawking locals. “Are you sure you're okay with keeping going? We haven't even reached the city gates yet."

“It's, ah, it's fine!" The kobold gasps, gripping tightly to his stomach.

The truth is that it is more than 'fine.' This experience is fantastic—something worth publishing in 'The Adventures of Tik Tik.'

Once Anicetus sets off from dropping his skirt, his steady galloping has been fucking the kobold in a relentless beat. His powerful muscles undulate, her underbelly feeling every movement of his abdominals, her cheeks rubbing against his equine pectorals. There is so much to feel and so much to see without talking about the cock.

But about that cock—it's larger than most things that she inserts within herself. It's comparable to the likes of Gramble the troll and other creatures of such monstrous height, and its flared head hits her deeper than most tapered or bulbous heads. Each thrust is an initial punch of great circumference, followed by a lesser rubbing only caused by the way her walls wrap around the whole thing, seeking desperately to squeeze against something so huge within her.

She can feel his heartbeat, and he can no doubt feel hers. Both of them increase, but for different reasons. The intense feeling of the wind w hipping against her naked scales and the cock pumping into her is counter to its natural inclination to bounce and flop around in the centaur's run.

The kobold grips Anicetus's sides, rubbing up against him and feeling amorous enough to lick and nuzzle against him.

But Anicetus grunts, rushing fast past squealing and screaming people. His chest swells as he rushes past them, leaping high over an ice cream stand, giving the two quite a view.

Tik Tik gasps as Anicetus's muscles tense up, his cock stiffening, rubbing against the top of her body, pushing against her tummy, stretching her out. Her usual spell for large cocks helps her out. It creates something like her bag—an interdimensional space that allows her to take more significant things within her. Still, that sort of protection, provided in full, would not allow her to feel anything. So, instead, she modified the spell, making it affect the thing inside her as it passes through an initial portal, making it come out the other end smaller and more manageable by using a similar portal right next to the first.

Even with all those magical precautions, the centaur's shaft is still much bigger than she ever expected for a creature his size. This is why you measure twice and fuck once.

But that's alright, as long as Anicetus keeps up his steady, if increasing, pace, nothing will surprise the kobold, or forbid, tire her out through multiple orgasms and the sudden thrusts and movements.

Behind some statues, a few judicators leap out, their mancatchers ready to catch a half-man.

Anicetus stops, his hooves skidding against the gravel-covered road.

Judicators thrust their weapons toward Anicetus, aiming for his legs. As the centaur whips around, one of the weapons passes just beneath Tik Tik, scratching one of her horns.

The little kobold wizard yelps, feeling the strike near her head and the sudden movements of the cock between her legs, drool drizzling down off of her and sputtering to the ground.

Anicetus bounds back the way he came, avoiding the newcomers in the way and rushing back through the park. “We'll have to find a different exit," he says, leaning forward and galloping faster. “This will increase our distance and time significantly."

“You have no time left!" comes the large and booming voice of Judith Wainwright. The Judicator Captain rushes up to the two travelers, gripping tightly to her spectral steed, only to leap up from it, her bear-like grasp going straight for Anicetus's upper body!

Anicetus stands his ground against the approaching Captain Wainwright. The centaur snorts, spinning as she leaps, planting his front legs against the ground and kicking with his hind legs. This strikes her in the shoulder, sending the large woman spinning and falling onto her back.

Tik Tik squeals as the force pushes Anicetus's phallus deep against her walls, going this way and that until he settles again, sending sparks of joy and discomfort both up through her body.

The other Judicators approach, readying their man catchers, but Judith raises her arm, calling them to “Halt!"

A concerned murmuring comes from the Judicators whose mouths are uncovered—those with masks instead furrow their brows and watch silently.

Anicetus looks over his shoulder, this way and that, to see that they have formed a ring around him and his rider. The Captain in the dress is the only one inside this little makeshift arena.

Judith stands tall, holding onto her bruised and out-of-place shoulder. Through her grim visage, she grunts, pops the shoulder back into place, growls, and then rolls the newly reset arm.

“That's some power you got there," the Captain winces. “If I were a lesser officer, I would have added assaulting an officer to your charges, but for now, I'm willing to keep it to 'resisting arrest."

“How very noble of you," Anicetus says, readying his fists, stamping one foot.

Judith smirks, returning the favor.

“Captain," shouts one of the Judicators, stepping closer toward the two offenders. “Surely, you don't intend to handle this pervert alone!"

The captain throws an arm toward the approaching officer, extends her fingers, and shouts, “I am not alone. I have the will of the Justiciar behind my actions."

The officer steps forward and tosses his weapon to her, which she catches with no issue. A cheer rises from the ring, leaving Anicetus to face the righteous oppressor with a grim glance.

“I don't intend to be in town for long," he offers, opening up one of his hands. “Let me leave, and I will no longer be sullying your city with my presence."

“You'll be in town long enough to face the punishment of your degeneracy," says the Captain, rushing forward at him.

The horseman leaps high over the woman, and she lifts her weapon, clipping against a hoof. He stumbles as he lands but bursts off towards the way he came—where fewer Judicators stand in his way.

Tik Tik squeals as the mancatcher comes closer to the two of them, only to gasp when he lands roughly, his cock slamming into her from that maneuver.

Judith spins around, throwing her mancatcher, the spinning pole slides along the ground, the metal clipping just where Anicetus's hoof lands, making him slip and stumble forward, crashing against his front knees.

Tik Tik yelps, digging her claws into Anicetus's side, though she can never hope to do any damage to his tough equine exterior. Conversely, in her tensed-up state, she wraps around his cock, squeezing that meet in her all-too-tight boddy, while her toes rub and scratch at the large and sensitive member.

The horseman hisses, fighting every urge to collapse entirely. He pushes himself up just moments before crushing Tik Tik through the pavement.

But just as he stands up, a great weight hits him from behind, arms wrapping around him, grabbing around his neck and one of his arms, bringing it behind his back.

“The problem with being both horse and rider," says Judtigh, now gripping onto his back between her legs through a ripped dress, “is that someone can break you in twice as easily!"

Anicetus sets to bucking, leaping, and rushing about. His panting increases, and his eyes go wide and wild. Panic overtakes him, which Tik Tik can feel as his cock shrinks in its more scared, less aroused state.

The kobold holds desperately to the centaur with her feet and her hands. The least she can do in this altercation is not to fall off and get in the way of his bucking hooves.

But can she do more?

Rolling her wrists, Tik Tik concentrates on her arcane powers. However, the heavy panting and the leaping around are distracting. She mutters the incantation, getting through many necessary syllables to create a defensive spell.

And then Judith strikes Anicetus hard on the exposed human side, sending him stumbling and reeling.

Gasping at the sudden loss of balance, Tik Tik botches the last words.

Around her, things begin to get cold, but why?

Above, Judith keeps Anicetus in her chokehold, gripping him tight. “Alright, horsey boy, save your tiny lungs and just get knocked out already. I don't want to give you brain damage, I just, aaah!?"

Suddenly, Anicetus's wildly flailing free hand reaches back, grasping onto her exposed thigh. It bursts a cold so deep that she yelps, letting go of him and falling back. Just then, Tik Tik's supercharged, improperly planned spell forms behind her, and she hits that magical nexus point, causing a reaction wherein she's knocked forward in an explosion of magical energy.

Dazed as she leans against Aniectus, the woman groans, losing her grip and determination, and slips off.

Anicetus rubs his neck, snorting and shaking his head. He turns toward Judith, growling and lifting his front legs, but Tik Tik shouts, pressing her cheek against his stomach, “No, we need stop fighting. She beat. Get moving. Take package!"

The centaur snaps out of his battle fury, slamming his hooves down and rushing off. Even the resolve of the Judicators wasn't enough to keep them from dispersing at the speed at which he rushed at them, leaving them behind to shout and whistle and chase.

“Judith, Judith?"

The captain groans, rubbing her head and sitting up. “Wuh… what happened?"

“You were stunned and struck with a touch of frostbite," says her elven companion. “But I've never seen a woman fight as bravely as you have. Twice, you attacked the centaur head-on."

“That's funny," says the captain, adjusting her shades, “I didn't see any of it at all."

The two smile, getting back up, with Judith sweeping her arm over the remaining officers. “Send reports to the others. If they stop, we'll catch them. If they turn away from their destination, we shall pursue them."

“My captain," starts another blindfolded Judicator, stomping the ground and banging it with his man-catcher. “We are going to let them escape?"

“We are going to let them leave the city so that it may be peaceful and orderly again," admits the Captain. “If they're delivering a package, I want agents to figure out what it is, where it's going, and to whom it is destined, is that understood?"

“Ma'am, yes, Ma'am!" shouts the blind Judicators. The mute Judicators stomp and stamp and nod in response. The deaf keep their vigilance as designated members among the mute and blind sign to them her orders.

As the Judicators disperse, two individuals sitting on a bench listen in with long twitching ears while surreptitiously hiding themselves from the guardspeople with a prominent newspaper between them.

“Did you hear that?" one of the listeners says, scooting closer to the other behind their simplistic disguise.

“Indeed I did," says the other. “A package from Tik Tik could be a fine treasure indeed."

“Exactly what I was thinking, my deer. It would be a shame not to figure out what it is ourselves."

“You're right, Love. Let's fire up the steed, shall we?"

“Oh yes, let's."

* * *

Anicetus rushes through the remainder of the city, his galloping stride much faster now that heis strapped-on belly rider Tik Tik and himself are on the run from the local authorities.

The wind whips past Tik Tik, sending a chill down through her body, despite the warmth of the belly at her underbelly and the cock buried deep within her. But with each stride and with each gallop, the Centaur's dick pushes into her, allowing the male to fuck her no matter what else he is doing.

So many questions swirl around Tik Tik regarding Anicetus's escape plan and how he can concentrate with the kobold onahole massaging his cock. Still, these questions must wait for later, perhaps, as people in town yelp, dive, shriek, or chse. It is a mess, and they would have to escape from it sooner rather than later.

But with Anicetus's equine speed and cunning mind, he can escape collisions by swerving, sliding, or leaping high. More than once during some of these maneuvers, Tik Tik sees people gawking up at her, but at the speed at which they were going, she has to wonder just how many people get to see her clearly enough to appreciate her truly.

Oh, how wonderful it must be for the exhibitionist and even more remarkable for those who desire to do things in public with the risk of getting caught. If only she had a pen, or if only Eshere, her slimy scribe, would be here to record these thoughts and actions.

But Tik Tik giggles. Indeed, it would be impossible to write anything down at this speed. Is it time to test that theory?

The kobold presses her finger against the horseman's equine pectorals, running through an imaginary script of what she might have written had she had the opportunity and tools.

There comes a twitch from Anicetus's cock.

The kobold snickers, pushing her lower body against him, rubbing over his stomach where his horsey nipples are, bumping her scales against those sensitive nubs of flesh.

The cock hardens even more as it moves around within her.

The groping continues, hands moving around his upper body, lower body rubbing against his lower body, and her feet, oh, her feet, they grip at the massive shaft, pressing the soles against his member, slipping up and down along his length, up and down and up and down and never stopping.

After all, why should Tik Tik be the only one to receive pleasure during this endeavor?

A contingent of town guards, not members of the Judicators, work at the gate. It is the middle of the day, so the massive structures are wide open, allowing the many caravans, carriages, and adventuring parties in and out of the city. The thick traffic impedes movement for everyone trying to get in or out. There is only so much space in the world, and an ever-growing number of people must use that space. This sort of thing is precisely why Tik Tik's teleportation is so practical.

Anicetus has his own method of speeding up travel. He leaps up high, landing here and there on the roofs and emptier spaces of more sturdy wagons, carriages, and coaches. Each landing causes quite a shock for the passengers and drivers, slowing down the traffic even more for the rest of the people in town.

The kobold has to stop her ministrations, because the constant leaping and landing sends his cock poumping harder into her, making her gasp and groan and cry and squirm. No more scientific curiosity—no more mischevous messing with him. She is stuck here, getting pounded as a piece of meat for him to slide his dick in and out of.

And does he, Anicetus, get off to this? What exactly about it? There's so much about this centaur that Tik Tik doesn't know, and she can't possibly speculate on anything right now, not as the two of them leap from the final coach and over the road.

Because that's when Anicetus meets his climax.

Anicetus's release is powerful. Heavy spurts of cum shoot up deep inside of Tik Tik. The poor kobold cannot escape the eruption within her, filling her, spreading her. It's just so much that her body cannot take the whole thing. White goopy hot spunk spurts out of the overfull body, the centaur's flacciding cock breaking free from her, flopping downward and leaving oozing dollops all over the ground.

Anicetus lands, stumbling forward, his cock still oozing. Tik Tik's pussy drips as well, her mouth drooling. He covers his face, taking deep breaths as he steps off the road. His release happened only a short sprint from the city walls.

While he regains his composure, a few carts pass by with gawkers watching the two, some in awe, some instead aroused, and others rushing past as fast as they can.

“Y… you came… when we were… still close to town." Tik Tik's words emerge from her as hasty breaths.

He pulls his hands free from his face, taking another hearty breath. “It was a rather eventful trip through the city," he admits, continuing his journey off the path. “Enough to gather some excitement out of me."

Uncocked as she is, Tik Tik continues to hang onto Anicetus's belly. “So, do you want to rest for a bit? Could I ride on your back, or do you wanna just wash up?"

“Let us make some distance first, and then we may camp."

Anicetus continues in silence for a quiet hour, allowing Tik Tik to be calm and find peace in the strange ride. Once they find a spot where they can camp, Anicetus unclips his harnesses, letting Tik Tik drop down so that her fall isn't too abrupt.

The kobold pulls her thighs free, rubs them, and then scurries to her feet. She stretches as she watches the centaur walk toward the sound of the nearby river.

“Such a centaur of mystery," Tik Tik says. “I wonder what makes him this way…"

* * *

As the two rest, more pairs of hooves follow, stopping at a puddle of cum. A mechanical glove dips into the pool and rubs the jism between gloved fingers. “Hm, they can't be too far now," says the owner. “Wouldn't you be excited to see the one who made this mess, Love?"

“Excited enough for the two of us to indulge… if pleasure comes before business, my Deer."

* * *

Anicetus steps into the river. Its waters are deep enough for the centaur to stand with his equine body down. His deceptively strong legs prevent him from being swept away by the torrent as he lowers himself, immersing himself in the water. He cups his hands at the cool and refreshing fluid and brings them to his lips, his ears flicking as he sips the crystal clear water.

Tik Tik focuses first on their camp, waving her hands in the air and humming a jaunty tune as twigs and tinder gather together in an indentation in the earth. Rocks roll into a circle, ready to become the fire pit for the diurnal runner.

Tik Tik squints her eyes as she works nude upon the campsite. Her hand works like a conductor's as she lifts the tent's fabric with one motion and establishes the poles with another. Magical hands emerge and hold down the pieces as they drape the fabric over the poles. With a snap of her fingers, the enchantment on the resting place activates, and the space inside extends beyond the typical dimensions that the outside would allow. The small resting spot would provide a good place for her and her steed to sleep.

Having worked up a sweat, the kobold then approaches the water. At this point, Anicetus is hardly visible, having submerged himself completely. But as she dips a toe into the river, testing its strength, he emerges, throwing water arching in shimmering crystals over him and rivulets of water flowing down his smooth chest.

Anicetus stares at Tik Tik, his eyes almost disintersted, but the slight spark Tik Tik does see has her stepping up to her waist, leaving her much closer to the shore than he is.

Running her hands over her body, Tik Tik glances at him, fluttering her eyes. “So, what makes Anicetus want to do the job he does? What specific to you?" she asks.

“You come over here just to ask me that?" he returns, facing her. He steps up through the rocky water, his equine body rising up, submerging him only to the knees.

“Tik Tik here to get bath," the kobold says, cupping some water, lifting her hands over her head, and then pouring the contents of her palms onto herself, letting the water roll down in chaotic rivulets over her scales.

“A wizard of your power could remove all that detritus from herself with a single thought," says the centaur.

And a centaur of your magical skill could do the same."

He blinks. “We are indeed magical beings, but to us, our magics for such small tricks would make the experience of bathing no longer enjoyable."

“There it is," says Tik Tik. “Now, do all centaurs like to indulge? If so, that makes Tik Tik a centaur.

The centaur sighs, folding his arms over his chest. “My people have heard of you, Tik Tik, but to learn from reading and witness encounters is not the same as experiencing."

“Not everyone can experience what you can offer," Tik Tik says, holding a hand out, palm up towards him as she places another hand on her chest.

“And I endeavor to make sure that as many can while I still have my youth," reciprocates the centaur with his own arms.

“Well, with me," Tik Tik says, finding a rock to sit on, letting the last hours of sunlight bathe her in an amber glow. “You can give me all sorts of experiences and memories to turn into a book."

“That is true," says Anicetus, stepping forward to her. “But I've already experienced you." he places a hoof upon the rock. “What have you to offer me now?"

“So you seek novel experience?" Tik Tik asks, tapping her nose. Then why do you give everyone a ride? It sounds like it would be too samey!"

“It is tradition when coupling with bipeds, and I like to couple with bipeds."

“Tik Tik wonders what being a centaur and coupled be like."

He snorts. “It's something you cannot experience, so you shouldn't worry about it. Seek the indulgences you can have, but do not lament those you cannot."

“We see eye-to-eye on many things," Tik Tik says, standing up. She lifts a hand to him, “But not entirely on everything."

Tik Tik snaps her fingers, and her form elongates with the magical energies that swirl around her. Her scales harden, sharpen, and lengthen. She emerges from this transformation with darker scales, standing tall and looking down to Anicetus with her hands upon her hips. “As you can see, Tik Tik is no stranger to transformation."

“And you can transform into something like a centaur?" asks the centaur.

The taller Tik Tik rubs the back of her horn, shrugging. “Tik Tik hasn't tired yet."

“Then, that is still something we cannot attempt," the centaur shakes his head.

“Aw, why not?" whines the kobold, whimpering as he passes her for the camp.

“I will not let you endanger yourself in such a way."

“Pinning myself to your dick wasn't exactly safe, you know."

He stops by the fire. In a flash, all the water on him crystalizes and shatters in the wind, turning into a fine mist by the flames. He glances at her, the ghost of a smirk on his lips. “That," he says, sitting by the fire, “is a risk I am well acquainted with. “

Tik Tik snaps her fingers, and she returns to her natural state in a puff of magic. Hopping from the rock, she scurries on Anicetus, placing a hand on his back leg. “Then, it must have been the first time for you sometime, right?"

He looks to the fire, lowering himself, hands upon his knees. “Yes, there must be a first time for everything, indeed," he says, the glow of the fire illuminating both their chests.

“Sounds like a story. Ani can tell Tik Tik," The kobold says, patting him on the haunch. “Was it a good story?"

The centaur closes his eyes, his chest lifting, and then he blows out a long-winded exhale. Taking another breath, his icy gaze stares at her. “To be honest with you, my first time with the harness was nothing special. It was nothing compared to my first time with a biped."

“Ooooh," Tik Tik hops up and down, rubbing his side. “Tell Tik Tik all about that one. Was it a wonderful story?"

“Is that something you want to know before I tell it? Or are you more thrilled by the surprise?" As he looks to her for the answer, she doesn't respond, save to smile back at him. She plops beside him, rocking her legs back and forth, supporting herself with her arms as she leans back.

He shrugs and looks to the fire. “It happened in my homeland," he begins.

* * *

Anicetus may be a stud of a centaur, but there was a time he was younger—just turned to the world of adulthood by the laws of the cosmos and the rules of his tribe. At a bright and excited eighteen, the stallion was ready for action.

There were the mares, of course, and there were plenty of them to satisfy and to be satisfied by. He had his time with them, that is certain, but in the grand scheme of things, there are many other things to be had and many different people to experience.

As a scout and as a nature walker, Anicetus often makes first contact with many people or monsters that cross the paths of the herding centaurs, and usually, they spot him first. Such is the case when he galloped along the fields, only for the mountainous green warrior to spring out, wielding sharp and serrated swords in both hands. Through her tusked mouth, she growls, gripping her weapons, staring at him with a battle lust.

But he keeps her back with his kicking forelegs, stomping down on the ground and snorting out a demand. “Who are you?"

The warrior sneers, glowering at the equine defender. “From the looks of things, I'm the same as you, big guy."

The horseman snorts. “You're a biped, and I am of the centaur."

“I meant me and you are scouts, ya dingus!" The green-skinned woman says, lowering her blades but not sheathing them.

“I see…," Anicetus responds, stepping around her with a slight and uneasy gait. So, are there more of you coming this way, then?"

“And there are more of you going that way," she responds, sheathing her weapons. “Name's Godara. My tribe is travelin' through here for the first time. What about you?"

“Anicetus," he responds, nodding curtly. “It is the same for us."

“What'd I tell ya," says Godara, placing her hands on her hips. She smiles widely and produces a hearty laugh. “We're the same!"

“Our demeanor says otherwise," the equine curtly, nodding.

“Oh, I'm sure there's more in common between us. I just gotta poke at ya until I find it." She walks around him, examining every facet of his icy blue body. “But maybe in a cold land like this, you know how a gal can keep warm, huh?"

“In the fields? Finding warmth is difficult," Anicetus says, turning around as Godara walks toward his haunches.

“Could always resort to close contact to get it done," she says, placing a hand upon his rear.

Narrowing his eyes, the young scout snorts, and now it is his turn to trot around her. “You are a forward woman," he says, his tail swishing.

“You'd rather I play hard-to-get with ya?" Out in the wilderness, whoever you meet could be your death, or they could be a friend, or they could be the key to a wild time."

“All very true," he says, folding his arms over his chest. “But you have me at a disadvantage," he says, clopping his back leg.

Squatting down, Godara snickers. “By the gods, you're right. You centaur types don't cover anything, and he's a beaut," she licks her right tusk. “Well then, you wish to use this thing on me?"

“Our kind uses harnesses when we couple with bipeds."

“Is that so?" says Godara, scootching closer to him and getting between his front legs. “Such a shame you don't have one of those harnesses. Guess that means we'll have to go pounding the way nature intended."

“I do not believe that is wise."

“Is anything a horny orc does wise?"

He snorts.

She scoots further down between his legs, sitting where she can see his cock, already aroused, twitching in the biting cold. “Gotta imagine how big this bad boy is when it's warm."

“Warm?" asks Anicetus, but he doesn't have much chance to ask more as he feels the hand pressed to the bottom of his head, rubbing at that flared thing.

He breathes more heavily, stumbling forward but keeping himself standing up. “We… 're going to have to… find some place… to mount you," he says, grabbing his shoulders, “if that is… really what you desire."

“Orcs desire much!" she responds, speeding up her pumping motion. “A scout desires the most. We seek new lands and opportunities, taking them as they come."

“Certainly they shall come- ah!?"

Godara cups the massive balls, rolling them in both hands as she lines herself, pressing her mouth to his head, giving him a great big sloppy smooch of a kiss against his tremendous fleshy head. She then opens her mouth wide enough for a great warcry, swallowing the thick cock, her tongue tapping up and down along its length as her lips strain against the girth. She growls, grabbing onto the centaur's thighs, her cheeks puffing, and her jaw working hard, getting sore.

Anicetus clops his foot against the ground. Finding no place to put his hands, he grabs onto his sides. “Nnngh… we… we really should… find a rock… or a hill or something!"

Godara chuckles through the cock in her mouth, bobbing along the length of that thing, her tongue teasing along the u nderside, its base rubbing and undulating over the head.

Already just from the eagerness of the biped, Anicetus finds his pre pearling. He steps back, his leg bumping into her, and he pauses, stuck by her fellatio-laden trap.

“Y… you did this on purpose." He says. “How did you… if you never, ah, met a centaur before."

Godara pulls back, slurping as she does, leaving his cock a slick, spit-coated mess. She rocks her jaw back and forth a moment before she gives the head another kiss and says. “Oh, it's easy. I read a lot of books, you know. A scout has to do something when not actively scouting." She speaks these words as she wraps a hand around the shaft. “What do you do when you're not on the job?"

Anicetus's eyes hood as she strokes along the member, and he growls out his response. “I fuck the mares."

Godara's tusked smile spreads even wider at Anicetus's proclamation. The orc chuckles, pulling herself away from him. This leaves the centaur's cock quivering and leaking pre, his face red, and his chests rising and falling as he breathes heavily.

“Why do you stop?" he gasps, stepping around to keep his balance. “We are… I am not finished yet."

“Of course you're not," says the orc, licking her tusks. She rolls out from under him, lying face down on the cold, brittle grass.

Curiously, Anicetus turns to her, his heart and his manhood swelling as this strong biped female beneath him strips herself of her armor and clothing one piece at a time until he can see every curve, muscle, and scar that makes up the tapestry that is Godara's body.

And then she gets on all fours.

“How's this for a biped?" the orc woman teases, her hips high up in the air, her well-toned ass teasing him, enticing him.

“It seems we have quite the attempt at diplomacy," he adds, stepping up behind her. “It's most effective."

“Shall we complete this scouting meeting so I can report on how well our cultures come together?" says Godara, reaching behind herself. She squeezes her buttcheek, spreading it apart, showing off both of her inticing holes, her pussy glistening with all of her want and desire.

“Yes, I believe we shall," says the equine, stepping up behind her. “But you are indeed made of tougher stuff than most bipeds?"

“Don't worry about me, “Godara whines. “I like it rough."

“There are none rougher than a centaur when it comes to bipeds," he boasts, thumping his humanoid chest.

“Then, I'm ready for you," she says, waving her hips back and forth. “Give me that amazing monster between your legs, horsey boy!"

“Horsey…" he repeats, grumbling, but he lifts his front legs. Soon, they fall upon Godara's shoulders, gripping her, his hooves pressing against her body. It doesn't take much for him to lower himself enough to push the massive head against her not-as-massive womanhood.

Shuddering, Godara closes her eyes, pushing against the ground, letting go of her ass, using her strength to keep herself upright. “Fuck!" she shouts. “You'd crush a lesser woman than I!"

“Of that, I have no doubt," Anicetus muses, minding the elders' warnings regarding the coupling of bipeds but linking himself up to Godara's body regardless.

He grits his teeth, his hands grabbing onto her shoulders so as not to dangle, as he pulls her in closer, he pushes his hips slowly towards her, squishing that massive head against her slick folds, wriggling back and forth as he forces himself, squishes himself into her.

The flared tip of the head keeps it from entering, as if nature itself has decided that such couplings were a bad idea. That, or it is a precaution put in by the gods. But really, what is the difference?"

He resolves to add force to make it through this barrier, and he thrusts, pushing that thing into her quite deep, spreading her out.

The orc coughs under him, her eyes widening, spit flying out of her open maw. She grips the ground, her body shaking, pleasure and pain intermingle at the invasion of her body. It is one she asked for, but one that her form screams at her is unwelcome—dangerous.

It's too bad that she openly invites danger.

“Kuh… keep going!" she groans in a strained voice, yet he only hears the words, not the intonation, and so he pulls back and thrusts again, that slick warmth, so tight around his shaft is beautiful. It's brilliant. It's satisfying!

He continues holding onto her, keeping her from escaping. She is his as he pounds away at her, huffing and closing his eyes, keeping his focus on the action between his legs, the sensations of her twitching and convulsing beneath him.

Meanwhile, her gasps are louder and louder, higher and higher. Moans become screams become whimpers, but she doesn't tell him to stop. Her cries are inaudible underneath his massive weight, her body seemingly so deep under his impressive length. It is the perfect hole for a centaur. Perhaps peace with these orcs will be quite the option indeed.

With a loud and triumphant groan, he climaxes, filling her up. Could a centaur and an orc make children? That is something these two nomadic people may never figure out together, but soon he pulls out, his cock dripping wet with her fluids. He pulls back and stands tall, letting go of her.

And she flops onto the ground unceremoniously. She's quiet, that thud echoing through his mind.

Anicetus leaps in front of her and gets down on his knees, reaching down with humanoid hands to pick her up by the cheeks. Her eyes are closed, her head flopping over in limp unconsciousness, her body oozing out that payload of cum.

“N… no…" he breathes, shaking her face. “Wake up. You must!"

* * *

Tik Tik listens, her legs crossed, her scales glowing in the firelight. The kobold lowers her head, taking a deep breath. “So… was she…?" she asks, letting him figure out the last words that come to her mouth.

Anicetus shakes his head. “She was right about orcs being made of tougher stuff. I stayed with her while she lay there, unconscious, bleeding by my hand, but alive enough that when the rest of her party crested the hill looking for her, they were able to treat her. I never did see her again after that, so I do not know, but they did not carry her off as dead."

A rueful smile wisps over his face. “In fact, they cheered her for her bravery and stupidity."

Tik Tik ponders, but then she nods, standing up. “Well, if we want to have unharnessed fun, we need to work smarter, not harder!"

Anicetus snorts at Tik Tik's suggestion. “You wish to spend our time resting in experimentation in the matters of carnal delights? Surely, you haven't forgotten the toll the journey takes on both of us."

“Tik Tik hasn't heard Anicetus say 'no,' the kobold says, fluttering her eyes in response to the centaur.

“Of course, I haven't said 'no.' I am just reminding you how irresponsible it is. Should we attempt it, it would delay our travels."

“We made plenty of good time today, despite hitting a roadblock," says Tik Tik, swishing her tail back and forth.

“And your story made me ready to go again."

“What a strange woman you are," says Anicetus, picking himself up. “So, what do you propose we do that will make unburdened sex a possibility?"

“So formal," the kobold giggles. But she stands up before him, snapping her fingers. Drawing throughout the air, ethereal ropes emerge where her finger points, her looping motions making a long and beautiful display for a moment before the bindings all fall to the ground in a pile.

“I thought you weren't going to need restraints," Anicetus says, incredulously kicking at the pile before him.

“Oh, yes," responds the wizard, lifting the bindings up with a wave of her hand. “The riding harness is forever. Can't expect someone to hold on so easily while getting brains fucked out. These ties are not for all time. They are for training."

“Training? How?" Anicetus asks, reaching out and grabbing the rope before him.

“From what Tik Tik can tell from your story, Anicetus has trouble holding back. So, if Tik Tik can control ropes and hold Anicetus back, then Ani can learn what it feels like to fuck a woman without hurting her."

“That sounds ridiculous. You just want to tie me up."

She shrugs at that. “Well, it is only fair, isn't it? Plus, you really want to thrust into me, don't you? Want to stretch me out like before, but with nothing in the way of your thrusting, yes?" Her smile melts into a sly smirk, her eyes fluttering with a coquettish entrancement.

Anicetus rolls his shoulders back, staring down at her with those icy eyes—icy, yet filled with the fire of desire. “You are correct, Tik Tik. There is nothing more that I want than to pin you down and shove my cock deep inside you, claiming you as my own, making you scream."

Tik Tik holds up the ropes, “And if you wanna do that without killing Tik Tik, because Tik Tik is much smaller than a big old orc lady, then you will listen to me and put your arms behind your back."

Grunting, Anicetus does as Tik Tik commands when she says so, gritting his teeth. “If this is some trick, I will be most displeased."

Tik Tik lifts the bindings up with a magical spell, the things floating around him. “Oh, don't be so dramatic," she chirps. “If something happens to Anicetus, Tik Tik is stuck in the wilderness. And Tik Tik doesn't want to be stuck in the wilderness after her trip to the Insect Kingdoms. Nope, nope, indeed!"

Bindings swirl and tie around Anicetus, wrapping over his wrists, putting them and his forearms together. They then go around his stomach and neck, making a makeshift choker from the soft but strong fabric. They then tie down over his lower body, keeping him tall and firm in his humanoid half as the intricate rope patterns continue shining through him and around a nearby tree.

Once Anicetus is tied, Tik Tik approaches him, standing and saying. “Now, go ahead and give Tik Tik a kick."

“You can't be serious!"

Tik Tik sighs, snapping her fingers. She conjures a shorter, slightly thicker bandage and lifts it up, wrapping it around his eyes. In response, Anicetus neighs and lifts his legs. Still, he cannot move them forward, as the bindings, all put in the proper space to prevent his lashing out, tighten around his throat and his body.

He coughs and steps back, feeling a tug that beckons him lower. The blindfolded and bound equine gets on his front knees, grumbling to himself. “When I am free, you will face the full brunt of my newly learned skills," Anicetus says. “Mark my words on it, kobold."

Getting on her toes, Tik Tik leans in and pecks the centaur on the cheek. “Use that energy, Ani. You'll need it to hold yourself back, I'm sure."

He scoffs, playing at the bindings at his arms. “And just what is the purpose of binding these, eh?"

Tik Tik shuffles out of her clothing, shaking her head. “Oh, Ani, Ani. It's simple. You don't need your hands when you fuck a biped, so why have them in the way at all? It's all about how you use your hips, and you're way too rigorous in that." She floats the binding up in the air, tugging him upward. He acquiesces, standing, his head held high.

Between his hind legs and between the intricate bindings, his centaurhood pokes free, already large and flared and rigid. Tik Tik approaches and pats at the flared head, cooing gently. “Oh, this bad boy can do some damage, but it can make many women happy.

Anicetus's ears flutter, his hoof digging into the dirt. “Is this all you're going to do to me…? Tease me?"

“First thing's first," says the kobold, snapping her fingers. In her hand appears a large tube, quite wide, with the simulacrum of a vagina on the end. “We start our training with something breakable, in case you decide to go too hard. Now, gently, Ani, push forward.

Anicetus bites his lip and slowly does as he's told, pushing his hips forward, penetrating into the warm and wet toy. He gasps, gulping. “It's so… large and… it feels good."

“Made it the right size for you," says Tik Tik. “Now, get to fuckin'."

Anicetus takes a deep breath and pushes the head up against the fleshy opening. With a grunt, he moves forward, his cock disappearing into the more adequately-sized opening. Tik Tik holds onto it, patting Anicetus's side and petting him, nodding as he slowly pumps in and out, in and out.

“That's good," Tik Tik coos. “That's very good, Anicetus," she giggles gently, reaching to his tummy and playing, stroking at one of his nipples.

“You, nghh… tease me with those touches!" he growls, thrusting harder, so much so that Tik Tik needs to grab onto the fake cock with two hands.

“Careful," yips Tik Tik, tugging at the lead, “If you break the toy, you fail the first test."

“I am not one to fail!" he grunts, taking a few deep breaths. He then licks his lips, his nostrils flaring, and he continues his slow and steady motions.

The toy is soft and it hugs his cock. It has lubrication within it that makes the whole process a slick and delightful process.

The centaur pants as he continues to move against the toy, and soon, Tik Tik adds her own movements to the action, sliding that toy up and down along that long and powerful shaft. It's a beautiful work the two do together, the kobold giggling and the centaur huffing and puffing in his lewd delight. It would seem as though the two were making a connection, indeed.

But his ears flutter and perk. “What's that sound?" he asks.

Tik Tik pauses, leaning and cupping a hand over the side of her head. “Sounds like… hooves… and gears…?"