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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.

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“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."