Special Delivery 3
Now that negotiations are made, it's time for Tik Tik and Anicetus to head off. But the way he travels is special. Can she handle the rough ride?
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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!