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The goat-shifted Pooka lays on the dirty ground, growling as the kobold wizard stands beside him. His thin, shaggy body sprawled out underneath her, her heel pressing against his cheek.

"It's just a prank, Tik Tik," the Pooka says, "And you were about to go and ruin it?"

"Oh yeah?" Tik Tik says, a sneer spreading over her snout. "Just a prank that' you'd leave me alone in the wilderness, feeling on the edge of orgasm without knowing who gave me some great head?" She leans in, applying even more pressure, her arm draped over her thigh, "And then you go, and you jump me when I begin casting my memory restoration magic."

"Y-yeah?"

"Tell me, Mister Pooka," she coos. "What's the funny part about that prank, hm?"

"The part where I laugh at your expense?" he says, a quirky smirk on his mud-covered face.

Tik Tik nods. "Yes, yes, I see. So, you are no friendly old chap, but you are a devious little troll."

He wriggles his head past her foot, his snout free. "Oh, but you dear little waif, I'm much scarier than any troll, to be sure. You had a nice and friendly chat with me, to be honest. Those who don't pay me my due get to see the other side of me."

The ground trembles underneath Tik Tik, the goat-man's eyes widen, and the horizontal pupils shrink. He laughs, a heady bleating turning into a deep bellow that thrums throughout her body.

The sunlight loses shades of its brightness, casting the scene in a wash of dull grays, and the form beneath Tik Tik loses its definition, shaping into a black mass with no definitive beginning or end.

"There's something that the young don't seem to understand," the Pooka says, his dark voice echoing throughout Tik Tik's head, her foot falling and feeling nothing but the cold earth beneath it.

"What's that?" she asks, whipping her hand up.

A large mass looms over her, and long, rake-like hands protrude from within, threatening her like the cage bars to stifle any freedom. But what freedom is there in the Pooka Pool?

"Bugbear, goblin, kobold, boogeyman, pooka. Many names for many things, but they are the names granted to the things not understood."

His claws clutch around the naked form, enveloping her totally in darkness.

"But the truth is that there is no understanding that which does not have form, save for when it is named."

"So, what do you think Tik Tik is, then?" The wizard's voice comes from behind the mass. It whirls around, glowing golden eyes widened, and then squints as the form shudders.

"Oh, ho ho, a tricky one. Are you using your magic? But your wizardry is that of rules, while mine is free and of the imagination."

Tik Tik's hands crackle with green power as she stands, one foot in front of the other, her hips swaying, and her tail going in the opposite direction. "So, are you a Pooka? Or does that keep you from being your true self, too?"

She throws a magical spell toward the darkness, shattering it with a bright flash of light.

"Oh, but that's the thing, dearie," comes a scaled snout pressed to her shoulder, muscular, kobold hands pressed to her stomach, sliding downward. "We can be whatever we want and still be what we are. I am a pooka, of that, there is no doubt. But what a pooka is is up to the beholder."

"You're annoying," Tik Tik says. "I just wanted to fuck you."

He squeezes her. "And I just wanted to talk. Is that so wrong?"

"A lie. You were eye-fucking me all last night," Tik Tik says, her tail sparking with magical power, pointing at his back, but it passes through where she thought he was and taps her.

A sudden surge of delight rushes through the kobold, and she falls to her knees, clutching between her legs. "Aaaah....! Hah... a..h... dammit!"

"A funny spell you cast, lass." The voice responds this time a feminine one. A rabbit-like when they first met, sitting on the back of the bench, crossing one leg over the other, her chest busty, her hips wide, and her lashes batting. "Seems like you are so dead-set on giving me a good time. Me, I just want to have fun. That's the nature of any Pooka--to do exactly what they want when they want."

Tik Tik's mouth curls up into a smile, deep breaths flowing in and out of her nostrils. "Is that so?" she says, a giggle barely suppressed. She gets up on one foot, her hand upon her knee, looking up.

Standing before her is the Pooka, hands on her hips, and then suddenly grabbing to the back of Tik Tik's. "Yes, lass, that's right."

"Then call me a Pooka, too~!" Tik Tik taunts, her eyes glowing, "Because I can do exactly what you do, and I want exactly what I want."

Tik Tik leans inward, but the Pooka grabs her by the horn, holding her back with both hands. "Gnnh... girl, do I have to get my shillelagh to stop you?"

"If kobolds are a type of fairy," Tik Tik muses, batting her big eyes, "All you have to do is follow my rules."

"Fairy? Ha! Rules, humph! What possible rules does a mortal like you have?"

"Well, for one," Tik Tik says, winking, "I love to have fun with friends, and that fun is sexy fun, so all you have to do is tell Tik Tik that you're not her friend and that you don't want to have hot steamy kobold sex with me!"

"Oh, is that all?" The Pooka says, twitching her whiskers. "Well, that's easy."

"Then say it," Tik Tik says. "And I'll leave you alone, and we can just talk."

"That simple?" The pooka says.

"That simple," The kobold reaffirms. "But, will you?"