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The wind wisps through the silent swamp, carrying the rustle of dead leaves, tumbling about before they fall into the water. There, they are carried off by the gentle nudging of a thousand influences, leading them in a circle of floating morass, never to travel beyond their current station or change their course. All make the same mistake until they stagnate, the more active mold taking over, replacing the old with something that may be horrific or it may be beautiful. It all depends on the point of view.

The Pooka doesn't watch this dance of nature. Instead, she stands over the pink kobold, lying naked on the ground. A frown forms on the fairy's face, her leporine whiskers twitching, her ears drooping.

Tik Tik smirks up at her, swirling a finger over her underbelly. "You won't say it, will you? You won't tell me you don't want to scissor me or eat me out or fuck me in all of your different forms. Why is that, I wonder?"

The Pooka grits her teeth, growling.

"It's because you want to do all those things and more. That's why you can't banish me." Tik Tik pushes herself up, and the Pooka stands there, watching, waiting.

"You talk a big game, and you show off your powers. In the end, we're both magical creatures." Tik Tik exemplifies what she has to say, holding her hand cupped to the side. Swirls of magical energy coalesce around her. "This is a magical place, ripe with the essence of eroarcana, and you want to keep that away from me without saying why. But you also want me to say it without saying why."

Tik Tik sways behind the Pooka, glancing around the Pooka's home before returning to the bench. She sits upon it, one foot on the seat, the other leg draped over the arm, her own arm resting over her knee. "You have another trick waiting for me, don't you?" she chuckles, her tail swishing back and forth. "But I wonder, which of us will trick the other first?

The Pooka shudders, spinning around. When she does, she brushes a finger over her lip. "Oh, you want to out-trick the trickster, do you?"

Tik Tik rolls her eyes. "I already said I want to fuck you." She curls her finger inward. "It's as simple as that. But what you want to do to me is tease and throw me away, right?"

The Pooka places a foot on the part of the bench between Tik Tik's legs. She leans in, a smirk on her face, showing off her bucked teeth. "You say you don't like the dance we have? And you are saying that you don't kiss people and disappear from their lives forever?" She places a finger on Tik Tik's chest, stroking it along her collar, throat, and chin. "You never ever have a random anonymous day of debauchery and leave your lovers behind, forgetting them and leaving them to wonder if they even mattered to you?"

Tik Tik coos, a growl rising up in her throat. With master's speed, she grabs the Pooka by the wrist, her teeth clenched gently. "You poor thing. Did someone hurt you?" She brings the hand close to her mouth. She presses her snout against it, a sign of respect and intimacy for the kobolds, and continues to speak. "No, I do not forget anyone. Everyone I've made loved to, I remember. Everyone I've faced in a sexual contest I've recalled. Everyone I've fucked or has fucked me is vivid in my mind. I may never see some of them again, but I do not forget them. I may find the physical traits of others to be delightful, but their inner being truly shines for me."

"You make it sound noble, don't you?" The Pooka says, leaning ever-so-closer, "But I know our kind. You and I are so similar, though the mortals call us by different names. You use your lovers for your own selfish gain, whatever it may be. I know you're an eroarcanist. I could smell the scent of sex on you from a mile away when I was leading that cart. It goes to your very core, and there's only one way a lass like you can have that much energy swirlin' inside, and that's if you've had a lot of magical build-up. You've fucked so many, lass, and you did it just because you liked them? Or did you do it because you knew you would gain power and knowledge?"

Tik Tik titters, sliding the pooka's paw to her cheek. "Are you trying to make me feel bad, Pooka? It won't work. I love what I do, and I do what I love because it does so much for me. It's a bonus that it helps my friends, and by helping my friends, I help myself too. She licks the Pooka's palm over those deceptive predator's pads, nuzzling against her and sighing. "So many people think they can get me by saying I'm a bad girl. But that's the secret to a wizard's success, isn't it? And a greater secret is that I'm a kobold relative to dragons." Her eyes flash in mischief. "And because I'm a dragon, my singular goal is to do one thing: hoard."

"So, we are slaves to our nature, after all, aren't we?" The Pooka laments.

"So, why hide your nature?" Tik Tik asks. "What is it you're ashamed of, the trickster of the pooka pool?"