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"I... incredible..." the Pooka gasps.

"Gh... ah.... Ha...!" she leans in, burying her cheek against his chest.

"Fuck... girl..." he grunts, collapsing to his knees, his shoulders shuddering. "W... where is it... fitting? W... where does it... go?"

"A... ah wonderful... ngh... question," Tik Tik says, gripping his chest, claws scratching against the beautiful, toned form. "I think, mmgnh... It's something more of a size... nngh, change!

"I ah... can't...nngh... disagree with that!" he concludes, thrusting upward, working his lower body as he pushes his cock up deeper into her. Soon, it even gets deep enough that his ring presses against her opening. By the time the two of them are together that deep, her stomach bulges, her body distorted, her eyes rolling back, a broad smile on her face.

"This would kill any other kobold..." he grunts.

She groans, her toes and fingers twitching in response, drool dripping down her lulled-out tongue.

"Tik Tik... are you alright, lass?" he asks, pulling back.

The ghostly hands clap against his ass, and Tik Tik's eyes roll down, matching his. "I didn't... ngh... say you could... stop!"

She clamps her feet around that cock, stroking the thing as she licks her mouth.

"Oh my... what are you?"

"I'm Tik Tik," the kobold demures. "I take life by the cock, and I make it fuck me! Now, are you gonna sit there? Are you gonna fuck me?"

Spurred on by the squeezing of her toes and constricting her body, he rocks forward in sporadic and uncontrolled thrusts. He huffs, puffs, and holds onto her like some kind of scaley sex toy.

The Pooka's exertions are so rabid, so primal, his mane falls over his eyes, covering those glistening golden orbs, leaving only his clenched teeth expression as he pumps the kobold over that elongated equine cock! His grunts and whinnies are far quicker, his grip on her hips far tighter, and his penetration far deeper as he curls inward, pulling her up against himself, groaning into her ear.

It's simply sweet music. It is the call of the fairy realm even as the kobold reaches her climax, contracting around the Pooka's pole.

And the Pooka himself collapses on top of her, groaning, yearning, but not pushing her further.

"Y... you done...?" the kobold asks, rubbing the length, her tail joining in for extra stimulation."

"I... I can't..." he brustles. "Not like this... I'm sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about," she coos. "But if you're hiding something from me, maybe that's why you can't release?"

He snorts. "There's nothing to hide," he says, finally pulling out of her. It is a cartoonishly long time before the head finally pops out, oozing with pre but still turgid with need.

"You're absolutely sure?" The kobold asks, stroking his muzzle. "Is this really the real you?" Tik Tik asks, panting, catching her breath.

The Pooka freezes, and then he brushes his mane free from his face, glancing away from his partner. "Well, I suppose I have a preferred form for different situations, his voice soft and smooth.

Tik Tik strokes his cheeks, pressing her nose up against his. She exhales, letting him enjoy her breath upon his skin.

"You're hiding something from me," she says. "I want you to come clean."

The Pooka snorts, and Tik Tik wrinkles her nose. He casts an apologetic look at her before lifting up and returning to the bench, flopping down, arms draped, legs spread.

"It's a matter of nature if you want me as I am now or you want me running wild and free. If you know what I mean by that."

"Free to be yourself--your favorite form indeed?" Tik Tik questions.

He nods.

"Were you last night?"

The Pooka starts, crossing one leg over the other. He scratches his cheek.

"When you looked fully like a horse?"

He glances at her, his eyes wide.

"And when you looked like a horse, did you wish you were plowing me?"

"... Yes..." The word comes out forced, like a choke, unable to escape without some consideration for its implication.

Tik Tik hops up to him, placing a hand on his equine cheek, leaning in, pressing her nose to his. Her tongue rolls out, licking his mouth, and she giggles. "Oh, Mister Pooka," she coos, swishing her tail and fluttering her eyes. "I'd love to be fucked by you."

He coughs. "It isn't...? Too much?"

"Of course not!" she meeps, touching her heart. "After all, you passed Tik Tik's test."

"You were assessing me?"

"No, silly!" she says, bopping his nose and scooting away from him on the desk. She swirls her hand, summoning her book to her. Sitting it on her lap, she flips a few pages and then holds it up to him.

"Discovered by famed eroarcanist to determine ethical pairings, it is a checklist. Now, imagine yourself in your true form. Then, answer:

"First, you are an adult, yes?"

"Of course!

"And you can communicate verbally in that form?"

"Yeah. If I choose to."

"Then all I need left is for you to consent!"

"That's it?! The Pooka blanches.

Tik Tik slams the book shut, nodding vigorously. "Yep. That's all you need. Say you'll fuck Tik Tik when you are on a horse farm, and everything is fine. After all, you're not a horse. You're a Pooka!"

"Are you so sure, lass, that this isn't strange for you?" The pooka asks this, stepping up to the kobold. "Many would look to me and see naught but a beast. They would call it unnatural. They would call it harm to such a majestic creature."

Tik Tik looks up to the equine Pooka, a soft smile spreading across her face. "No need to worry, my fairy friend," she says, "There is no judgment here. There is a difference between a shape shifter who takes on this form and a creature with no mind for communicating with other beings. Always remember, only communicate and be intimate with those of close intelligence to yourself."