CHAPTER 160

Kisa nearly tripped over herself when the music came to a stop, then almost panicked when she saw the sudden looks of intensity on the faces of the centaurs. Thinking something bad had happened, she scrambled onto a nearby table and saw that a centaur woman was now speaking. She was adorned in a collection of feathers and beads, and the pouches slung across her hips made Kisa think that she was the shaman that had been mentioned by others throughout the night.

"We have gathered here on this momentous occasion to celebrate the ascension of the new chief," she began. A small group of centaurs now gathered at the base of the hill, their eyes turned outward toward the others. "Assembled before me is the leadership of the tribe. If there are any who would lay claim to the title of chieftain among them, speak now, that you may be heard."

One by one, each of the centaurs pivoted in a circle to face the shaman. None of them said a word, and the shaman nodded.

"Tonight's ascension is a special one. We are a people who have long been divided by a culture of barbaric traditions, yet today we begin anew. A herd built on love, support, and acceptance will allow us to be stronger than ever, and this auspicious occasion has been blessed with the presence of the dragon Quetzalli."

At the mention of her name, Quetzalli stepped up onto the hill and bowed her head in respect.

"I wish the Moon Tribe many generations of health, happiness, and prosperity," said the dragon, and a small cheer came up from the crowd.

Over the treeline behind the hill, the moon was now rising, casting a solemn glow over the proceeding. Kisa was having difficulty looking away from it, and her belly was starting to itch. She wondered if she had gotten a piece of straw inside her dress.

The shaman was now speaking about the traditional roles of the chieftain, and something about the various tribes of the herd, but Kisa was distracted. Her hands were feeling along her stomach, trying to scratch an itch that moved about. She hopped down off the table and hid behind it to lift up her skirt and run her hand along the fur of her belly.

A small growl escaped her, and she covered her mouth. Nobody was paying any attention to her, so she stuck both hands up her skirt again and felt around. The itch was migrating wildly. Sometimes it was on her hips, and other times it was on her breasts. It even moved back to her ass, and every time she got close to scratching it, it moved away.

"Fucking bullshit," she muttered, then looked up to see what was happening now. Mike and Quetzalli were now standing together off to the side of the shaman who was talking about the lands inside the greenhouse, but she could no longer concentrate, her full attention on the sight of the moon rising above the congregation. She felt like she was soaking it in, her whole body filling with a slow-burning fire that made her leg muscles clench.

Off to the side, she caught Tink watching her, but couldn't be bothered by the goblin's attention. Her hands were now moving on their own, trying to track down the sensation that consumed her attention, and was startled when the centaurs all knelt down on one knee. This served to give her a perfect look at Zel stepping forward to the top of the hill, her body silhouetted by the rising moon behind her. The shaman was handing over a large, wooden staff while Quetzalli placed a wreath of flowers on Zel's head.

However, it was the moon she couldn't look away from. It had become a beacon of light that mesmerized her, washing away her thoughts. Zel was speaking now, her words no more than a foreign buzzing in Kisa's ears. The burning in her body was concentrating on her stomach now, and it was moving down her belly and between her legs.

Kisa clamped a hand over her mouth to cover up another growl.

Off to the side, Tink was now approaching her, and Zel said something that made the entire herd cheer in response.

Taking a chance, Kisa let go of her mouth and let out a piteous howl, her insides igniting as her other hand toyed with the soft fur around her clit.

What the fuck am I doing? She backed away from the table and ran from the herd, but her entire pelvic region felt like it was being consumed by fire. Dodging between yurts, she stumbled into a dark clearing and fell to the ground on all fours. She arched her back, her tail lifting high into the air.

"Stupid kitty cat?" It was Tink, and she wore a look of concern and curiosity. Her goggles were over her eyes, and the lenses flipped back and forth into place.

"Leave me alone," Kisa tried to say, but the word alone stretched into another yowl. She tried to stand and fell instead, her hands grabbing at her inner thighs. It was clear what was happening to her now, and she was horrified by the implications.

"Tink get husband," declared the goblin before she disappeared.

"Noooo, don't get him!" At the mention of Mike, the hand toying with her clit slid down between the soft, furry folds of her labia and pressed against her vaginal opening. The sudden shock of pleasure made her cry out in sweet agony, and then she moaned in defeat. What if the centaurs saw her? What excuse would she have for trying to rub one out in the middle of their ceremony?

There was more cheering from the herd, and Kisa was trying to find a hole to crawl into and die in when she felt a strong pair of arms scoop her up. She looked up to see Mike gazing at her with concern, and he was moving away from the crowd.

"Tink said you were hurt. What happened?" he asked.

"Tink no say hurt!" The goblin was by his side with a shit-eating grin on her face. "Tink say kitty cat in heat!"