The summer sun beat down on the green field from high above. Weeds and flowers stretched themselves thin to outgrow the long grass and bask in its warmth, swaying to and fro in the gentle breeze that cooled the scorched air.
Tiki sat in the shade of a gnarled old tree that grew solitarily in the area, resting her head back on the trunk as she listened to the sounds around her, felt the heat of the sun, and relished in the season.
For a while now something had lingered on her mind and disturbed her dreams; something she couldn't talk to just anyone about. There was one person who's life was entwined with her own, who's dreams had the same meaning and substance. She had to speak to him alone, and so she waited.
Robin was making his way up the dusty path to the hill that he was instructed to wait at. Tiki had asked him to meet her here the day before, quietly, away from everyone else. It seemed more than a little suspicious. The fact that she didn't just ask him what she wanted to there and then was uncharacteristic and meant that it must have been something serious.
He wasn't even sure he was in the right place, but sure enough he saw the canopy of the tree atop the hill.
"Tiki!" He shouted as he waded his way higher through the grass. For a second there was nothing, but then he saw her face poke up.
"Ah, Robin!"
She began to race her way down and greeted him with a warm hug. She imagined this is what Marth would have felt like. Warm, firm, comfortable… safe.
"I'm so glad you came!" she chirped, beaming at him.
"I couldn't not, since it was you asking. What's all this about though? Why did you want to see me?" Robin replied, a curious expression awash his face.
Suddenly a sheepish grin crept across Tiki's façade, and she began to blush. She felt a little strange asking; shy, and almost guilty.
"Ok, so…" she began, but was unable to find the right words.
"… so?"
"So… I've been having the same weird dream recently."
"A dream?"
"A dream about dragons."
"Ok, go on…" Robin was a little confused. She seemed hesitant to get to the point of all this, though he didn't mind coming here to spend time with her in the slightest. "And what happens in this dream?"
"I was getting to that. So people sometimes ride dragons, yes?" Tiki continued, still sounding coy.
"Sometimes, it's been done before."
"In my dream… I'm a dragon riding a person." As she said this she turned a bright red. It was embarrassing for her to say it, when her dreams are usually so important. This felt silly.
Robin didn't really know how to react to this.
"I know, I know it sounds weird…" She mumbled. "There's nobody else I can ask about this. I know you get strange dreams too."
He still didn't know what she was getting at; dragons riding people? Was there some abstract meaning to it?
"So I was wondering… if I could, uh… maybe ride you?" she finally asked. "I think that's what this means! I know I can't do it as a dragon, but like this I could."
Finally it clicked. Robin still didn't know what to say. Was this some elaborate joke? He paused and waited for her to say something else out of shock and confusion.
"I have to know what it's like, I have to do this. Please, I promise I won't tell anyone."
She was deadly serious. The prospect of this caught Robin entirely off guard.
"Ah, uh… you want to ride me? Like a person rides a dragon, or a horse?" He asked, making sure they were on the same page.
"Yes." Was all Tiki said in reply, staring directly into Robin's eyes with a burning determination on her expression. She wasn't moving, everything to her hinged on Robin's answer.
"This is quite the surprise…" he said, unable to maintain the eye contact any longer.
She grabbed his arm and pleaded. "Please Robin, you have to! I can never let this go, I'll have this dream forever!"
Robin looked around to make sure nobody was watching, and finally he said "Alright." He took off his robe. It was way too hot for that anyway.
Tiki immediately started jumping for joy, squeaking from excitement.
Hidden behind the tree, she retrieved a set of reins attached to a shiny metal bit that she'd had specially made after having the dream a few times and realising what must be done.
"Here, put this in your mouth." She ordered, already shoving it into his face.
"Where did you even gmmmff—"
The metal was cold against his lips and hard against his teeth. Thankfully, the leather was smooth against his face at least.
"Now get down on all fours so I can mount you." She chirped happily.
He couldn't believe this is what he got called out here for. He honestly thought it was something serious. Slowly, Robin knelt down on his knees and placed his hands onto the grass. It was soft and warm.
Suddenly a red leather boot came swinging around his peripheral vision and a sudden weight dropped onto his back.
"You know, you're heavier than you look." He said.
"Hey! That's rude." She kicked her ankles into the sides of his legs and shouted "Onwards, noble steed!" while pointing forwards dramatically towards the horizon. There was a little woodland and the rocky peaks of a small mountain range beyond it, just visible through the hazy clouds.
Robin moved his hand first, and then a leg. He wasn't used to moving this way, and it'd take a little getting used to. As he began moving, Tiki put her hands on his shoulders. A soft, small thumb from each one sank into his skin with the reins tucked under them.
The ride was a little bumpy as Robin shuffled around and Tiki swayed from side to side, but she seemed delighted. She giggled away to herself as Robin made his way down the hill with her on his back.
"Wheee! Giddy up!" she cried as she lightly whipped the reins. "Faster, faster!"
Robin increased his shuffle speed as they reached the base of the hill and flatter ground. Under the sweltering heat he wasn't sure how long he'd be able to go for, but he was determined to do the best he could for her.
Tiki pulled the reins to direct her mount to ride around the hill with the tree at first, a task he performed three times before she decided on a new direction to test her mount's endurance.
"Ok my steed, follow the road! Faster, we ride!" Again she started waving her finger around in the air, enjoying every second of this.
'Faster?' Robin thought to himself. He didn't want to be a letdown, but he couldn't shuffle much faster than he already was. His knees would be ground to dust if he continued like this.
He raised his butt up and lifted himself onto his tiptoes and hands while trying to keep his back straight but Tiki shuffled around as he moved.
He couldn't help but notice how soft her legs were. They were so … thin and rounded, but their smoothness was what he noticed most prominently. Soft and smooth, but with a slight firmness. There was nothing else like it that he'd ever touched.
Robin started moving again, trying not to think about it and focus on the task at hand. Now on his toes he was able to move more freely than being on his knees and he went from a shuffle to a canter – not too fast that she'd get thrown off or to wear himself out, but fast enough that she'd enjoy herself.
"Yay! Good job!" she squealed from above him. Again she whipped the rains and kicked into his sides. As she bounced up and down on his lower back he could feel her butt bouncing up and down. If her legs were soft, this was a whole other world for which no word existed. The shape of it, the size of it, the softness of it was all too much. With the greater speed she bent down into a streamlined position and held his shoulders again, wrapping her tiny slender fingers around his skin. They felt so delicate and warm against him and for a second he wondered how it would feel to hold her hand in his.
It seemed as if the road went on forever and tiny stones in the dust pressed into his hand every time he put it down. It might have been better to be on the grass, but it was too late for that now. His hands were already hurting and covered in grime.
She wasn't heavy by any means, but his back wasn't built to take this. He panted under the strain, sweating in the heat. A salty drop dripped from his brow down into his eyes but he couldn't stop to wipe it away.
Finally they came upon a bridge over a little stream and he slowed his pace. The entire time he had been trying not to focus on having her skin against his, feeling her rear bob against him repeatedly, although it proved too much. He knew he'd be thinking about this for a long time and he felt a little guilty about it.
"Ok, you may drink from the river. Take a little rest." She instructed, the tone of a princess about her voice.
Going back down on his knees to try to give his back a break he shuffled over to the edge of the water and stopped, waiting for her to dismount. He turned his head questioningly when she didn't.
"Uh, no? We're not done yet." She laughed.
Groaning he shuffled closer to the water and leant down to take a sip. As he did Tiki fell forwards onto him with full force, shoving her chest into his back. He couldn't help but notice her breasts push into him, squishy, soft. He'd never felt anything like that before. To keep herself from falling over she instinctively wrapped her arms around him and hugged him close. She didn't seem to be moving so he drank from the river, quenching an almighty thirst while she slumped on his back, pressed right against him. She was so close he could feel her heartbeat.
Sore, tried, and sweaty, Robin had had enough for now. This was his opportunity for revenge, he thought.
He lifted himself back up onto his hands and spun around, standing up completely to throw her off his back and into the river. It worked, and she squealed as she splashed into the cool sparkling water.