Home for Horny Monsters Ch. 056

"—and he's a very good man, obviously he has a problem similar to my own, but...are you okay?" she asked, concern now written on her features.

"Wait, who's a very good man?"

"You weren't listening, were you? Why would you...oh. Oh!" Her cheeks blossomed, and she let out a hearty laugh. "You thought for a second that it was yours, didn't you?"

He nodded, noticing just now how dry his mouth was.

Zel laughed long and hard, with tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "Humans can't breed with centaurs, silly. You've known this. I am only a few weeks along with foal, centaurs know almost right away."

"But you seemed afraid to tell me," he told her. "Why?"

"Oh, that." She sobered up. "I was afraid you might be upset that I had been seeing someone. It's kind of expected for the chief to start a family, and I met a very fine stallion who was exiled from the tribe for a deformity similar to mine." Zel's original tribe often exiled centaurs who had been born with human traits, and had been unaware that Zel herself had been born with a human vagina.

"So if it's a similar issue, that means he...his dick is..."

"Sort of. It's very long for a human penis, but short for a horse. But for me?" She winked. "It's perfect."

"I'm so happy for you," he told her, mentally adding that he was also happy for himself.

She snorted, and then let out a sigh. "I'm glad. We never really discussed our own relationship when we started being intimate, and I was worried that maybe you thought we were more than friends or something. Not that you'd have any room to complain, considering your current roommate situation."

"No, of course not."

"But the other part of that is that I am choosing to be monogamous with him. I just wanted to make certain you understood that our previous dalliance was likely our last."

He chuckled. "Intimacy is not the linchpin of our relationship. It's trust and mutual respect. I'll look back on it fondly, but your future happiness is what matters most to me."

She hugged him again, and they just visited for the next hour as the light of day slowly disappeared through the flap of the yurt. Loud music now played through the thick fabric of the yurt and he had completely lost track of time when a centaur pushed her way into the structure.

"It is almost time," announced the newcomer. "The shaman has requested your presence before the moon rises."

"Thank you." Zel dismissed the attendant with the wave of her hand, then looked at Mike. "We are the Moon Tribe, after all. It will rise over the trees just as I am formally given the mantle of chieftain. Kind of makes me nostalgic for that time on the cliff with you."

He smiled. That moment with Zel felt like years ago, but it had only been a bit longer than a month. She had been bathed in the moon's light while dancing to music from his phone, and she had looked absolutely radiant. Back then, she had been nothing more than an outcast, hidden from her people. Now, she was about to become their leader, and he felt proud that he had been such a large part of that journey with her.

"Help me?" she asked, then picked up an intricately decorated garment that slid over her shoulders like a cross between a shawl and a vest. He assisted her by straining out the fabric over her equine portions, then pulled the rest of her hair through it. He couldn't help but feel a little misty-eyed. Though the two of them had already agreed to make time once a month, it definitely felt like Zel was moving forward with a destiny that no longer included him.

And once she had her foal, then what? Between running the whole herd and having a family, would she even still want to make time for him? He felt like these were silly thoughts to be having at a time like this, and he rubbed the moisture from his eyes.

"Oh my." Zel put her hand on her stomach. "It all just kind of hit me right now. I'm their leader already, but after tonight, it will be official. The success of the herd rests solely on my shoulders, and now I'm absolutely terrified that I will fuck things up."

"Well, you could always do what I do when trouble comes knocking." He untangled one of her braids from the vest and then pushed a hair away from her face.

"Get really lucky, or try to fuck it?" Her eyes were full of mirth, and she leaned forward to plant a kiss on his forehead.

"Um..." He laughed, whatever advice he had been about to give now gone from his brain. "Yeah, maybe. Or, you know, rely on some help from your friends. We'll always be around to support you."

"Thank you." Now that her garment was adjusted correctly, she stood tall, suddenly looking very regal. She giggled, then covered her mouth. "I'm kind of nervous."

"Then we can go together." He led the way and held the flap open for her.

A small group of centaurs were there to escort them, all wearing ceremonial garb. They walked across the camp until they were led onto a small hill that had been built at the edge of the main clearing.

Around them, a couple of large bonfires were already burning, and the music had reached a fever pitch. To the side, he saw Tink chasing centaur children, and Lily was sitting on one of the tables, surrounded by men who hung on her every word.

Off to the side, he heard a loud cheer and turned to see Kisa dancing next to the bonfire between a pair of centaurs playing instruments. The way she moved caused the light of the fire to roll off her dress in shimmering waves. It was impossible to follow her movements, but it looked like she was incorporating belly dancing, ballet, and acrobatics into quite the show.

She was currently doing a twist that flared out her dress, the curve of her buttocks vanishing into the shadows beneath the fabric. A few of the centaurs danced alongside her, doing their best to keep up, and Kisa twisted around to reveal the biggest smile he had ever seen. It was like seeing a different version of her, finally emerging as if from a long slumber.

"Mike?" Zel had paused to wait for him. How long had he been watching?

"Sorry," he mumbled, then caught up. Zel's aunt made it up the hill first with Quetzalli in tow and looked over her shoulder at the small contingent. Zel looked so much like her aunt that it was a little eerie.

The party below was in full swing, and when the shaman raised her hands in the air, the festivities halted almost immediately. Children were gathered up, and food was set down as the herd formed a giant semi-circle around the base of the hill.

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!"

"Heat?" When he looked at Kisa, she felt herself melt. His name no longer came to her, all that she knew was that he seemed to radiate like the sun itself, her insides now on fire. Any intellectual thought or feeling she had about him was washed away by the tide of hormones that dominated her brain, and she grabbed his face with both hands and pulled him down for a kiss. The moment their tongues touched, she felt a spark pass between them.

Cradled in Mike's arms, she squeezed her thigh muscles. Her tail had become trapped between her legs, and it pressed directly against her aching clit, causing her to let out a moan that became a short wail.

"Mmm—ah!" Mike had pulled his face away from hers, and she grabbed at his neck in an attempt to pull him back down. "Is there somewhere we can go, or..."

"Tink find somewhere." The goblin was flipping through the lenses of her goggles, then pointed. "Empty home this way, good place for privacy."

"Lead the wa-hay!" Mike's voice jumped an octave when Kisa grabbed his crotch with her hand, surprised to feel the massive length inside. She had seen it occasionally from a distance, but she now suspected that she could barely get her fingers around it.

As they moved between tents and skirted roaming centaurs, she grabbed onto his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. In the back of her mind, she was absolutely mortified at her behavior, but her instincts controlled everything now. The air between them seemed to shimmer and sparkle as if they were surrounded by a curtain of stars.

Tink led them into a small, unfurnished Yurt lit by glowing stones that had been strung up from the supports like dangling Christmas ornaments. There were several hand-woven baskets around the edges of the structure, and the faint hint of herbs floated in the air. Mike tried to set her down, but she twisted about and managed to tackle him to the ground.

A growl came from deep inside her belly, and she pinned him to the ground.

"Kisa, I—"

She covered Mike's mouth with her hand, her breath coming in short bursts now. The air was suddenly heavy, and Tink took a step back, her mouth open in shock. Sparkling lights now filled the air, twinkling around them.

"Shut up and fuck me," she said, then fumbled with the belt of his pants.

When Tink had come for him, he had ducked away from the tail end of Zel's ceremony with a quick nod in her direction. Weaving between the crowd, all he could think was that a clumsy centaur had crushed Kisa's leg while dancing, or maybe she had gotten stepped on. He had been surprised to find her in such a state, and his first thought was that maybe she had run across some mandragora pollen that Zel had most likely stashed away.

However, as he carried her through the centaur camp, he had been distracted by the little flickers of light that were now flitting back and forth between them. At first, he had wondered if some concoction of Zel's had been set loose to flow on the breeze, but now that they were tucked away in some kind of storage yurt, the effect was only increasing.

He had initially tried to resist, but not only was Kisa's body pressed so hard against his, but he was also picturing how she had moved while dancing. The memory of her lithe form gyrating in the firelight had inspired the start of an erection, and once she had grabbed his cock through his pants, it had come to life, overriding any objections he had.

She fumbled with his belt, and by the time she got his pants unbuckled, his erect cock sprung free and smacked her in between her eyes. Stunned at her sudden aggression, he opened his mouth to say something, but she practically inhaled his cock into her tiny mouth. A throaty growl escaped her, and she let out a purr while she stroked his shaft, pausing on occasion to lick the head of his dick. Her tongue was rough, yet sent shivers down his spine.

"Oh, Kisa," he muttered, then turned his head to see Tink sitting at the edge of the yurt. She was crouched down, her skirt hiked up to reveal that, as usual, she wasn't wearing any underwear.

What was going through the goblin's mind? And what were these weird lights? He reached out to touch one that had landed on Kisa's ear and felt a jolt go into his body. The sudden surge of magic startled him, but not because it hurt.

No, he was startled to discover that the magic was his own. Upon touching the light, it transformed into a tiny spark and sank into the flesh of his finger. Somehow, the magic lights twinkling between them belonged to him, but how was that even possible?

Kisa groaned on his cock, then slid up his body, letting his cock drag down the center of her body until her crotch was pushed against it. She was small, like Tink, and she used one hand to steady his cock before pressing herself against it. Kisa let out a growl that transformed into a series of moans, and the lights were swirling around them now, as if they were inside a planetarium.

He grabbed her hips and pressed himself up and into her. The pressure increased as he stretched her labia wide, and then suddenly, he was in.

She let out a growl and dug her claws into the flesh of his chest and stomach, then let out a purr as she went limp against him. Though her body was still, her tail was now flicking about erratically above them, and the lights now held still.

"You are so... fucking... big," moaned Kisa. "My stomach feels so full of you."

"You feel amazing against me." He wrapped his hands around her hips and pushed her dress up and over her head. She was naked now, and her fur was amazingly soft. He couldn't help but stroke her spine, which made her arch her lower back.

Her purring became louder, and she started riding him. His cock couldn't go any further than halfway, and her face would scrunch up. She bared her teeth and hissed when he pushed up into her and pushed against her cervix.

"Shit, sorry," he said, then shivered. His magic was starting to do its thing and was manifesting all along his body. However, instead of crawling along his skin, it floated upward between them, turning into motes of light.

Kisa sat up straight, her claws leaving red lines down his chest. He raised his hands up her hips and cupped her supple breasts, his fingers squeezing them through a thin layer of fur. She growled at him, then groaned, her vaginal walls squeezing his dick.

The motes of light were spiraling now, and spreading outward. It was a slow dance, as if a swarm of fireflies circled them. He sat up a bit and noticed that the scratches on his chest were already starting to fade. Kisa was growling again, and he used one of his hands to tease her clit. She reacted immediately, and the lights danced about even faster now.

Tink gasped, and Mike turned his head to see that the mote field had expanded to the edges of the yurt, and she was now caught in it. The lights, when they struck her, became sparks that danced down her green skin and disappeared beneath the yellow fabric of her dress.

"Husband," she gasped, then touched herself, her fingers exploring her tight snatch.

Kisa didn't seem to notice, her eyes now closed as she swirled her hips about. She was humming a melody while she fucked him, now sitting up on her knees to keep from sinking down too far on him. Tink was crawling across the floor on all fours, and when she made it to him, she held her skirt in place and promptly sat on his face.

His cock jerked, and he heard Kisa gasp, but all he could see now was Tink's thighs and stomach. He wrapped his arms around her thighs to hold her in place and buried his tongue deep inside her tight snatch, seeking out the double clitoris hidden within. He was just able to reach one of them with his tongue, and she let out a growl of her own.