[b][u][center]Slayer or Layer 10 For Lorvianne By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] As soon as he put the mining town behind him, Lorkos started to feel better. The fact that he had bigger hips and that his tail was starting to turn more solid than the fluff that covered it was intended to be did bother him a bit, but the fact that he was getting further from the source of the curse made him feel…better. Not great, but better. He even smiled a little as he started making his way down from the mountains, feeling the air warming up the further from the snowy peaks that he got. The fact that there were fewer scalies around helped to a great degree, as well. [i]It is going to be painful getting to a mage,[/i] he thought, [i]but as long as I can avoid temptation…[/i] There were some that had managed to assimilate into mammal society, he admitted. There were some out there that had left behind the most brutish of their instincts, even going so far as to become helpful members of villages, though always at the edges of them to avoid getting killed. But as for the majority of scaled-kind, they tended to stay at the borders, well away from the rest of the mammal species. And that was the way that he preferred it. Of course, the fact that he was mostly lizard now, the fact that he was scaled from his knees up to his torso, meant that the curse was likely to hit him harder with any scaly that he ended up finding. That said… [i]It’s the eggs.[/i] That was going to be the hardest part. Traveling without any access to a male that could give him eggs and start to turn the curse in the opposite direction was going to leave him in a lot of trouble as the days wore on. The more scaly he looked, the more likely he was to get the attention of something, or someone, that he didn’t want. But he’d cross that bridge when he came to it. For now, he just was happy to keep moving. The wolf had made it about five miles away from the mountain, and had gotten on the main highway, when he heard something in the distance. He pulled his horse to a stop, perking up his ears to try and get a better idea of what was waiting for him down the road. Through the extended forest around him, there were little cricks and cracks of breaking branches, sounds of footsteps and worse just ahead. No shadows of movement, but…something. [i]Bandits?[/i] he wondered, reaching for his new sword. [i]Well…let’s get a closer look.[/i] He was a dragonslayer, but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t take on bandits if they were in his way or on the route to where he was going. The wolf had taken an oath to make sure that the people were safe, and however he could, he would follow that oath. Dismounting and tying the horse up at the edge of the highway, he slipped under the trees and crouched down. The earth was soft and the shadows forgiving, and the wolf took his time as he made his way forward. He kept to the bushes and trees, following the sounds of people. Slowly, he heard voices, and he tried to pick up what they were saying. “…idiot. Getting yourself cut up by a bunch of kobolds.” “There were hundreds of them, man.” “Yeah? And? You should have been able to handle them until we got here.” “Fuck off, asshole.” “Can it, you two,” a third voice said. “Point is, we got the little buggers caught. They’ll give us a bounty and a half when we turn ‘em in to the local lord. Might even get us a pardon or something.” “And if it doesn’t?” the first voice asked. “Well, they had a cave, didn’t they? It’ll give us a hide-out while we figure out what we’re gonna do next.” Bandits, alright, and ones that had managed to dig out a fairly significant kobold infestation, from what Lorkos was hearing. He was conflicted. On the one hand, it meant that these people were trying to turn over a new leaf. They’d wanted to get their crimes erased, and they had done the people on the highway a favor. A den of kobolds was not something to take lightly, even when the individuals of the den were pretty easy to take care of. On the other hand, they didn’t seem to care about what they’d done, and they were planning on going right back to their old ways if they didn’t get their way. If they dug into a cave for a hide-out, then they would be nearly impossible to root out later. Lorkos shook his head. Better to deal with them now. They were still outlaws, and not subject to its protections until they were forgiven. The wolf followed the voices to a small clearing just outside a smaller cave mouth. A bundle of a dozen kobolds were all tied up together, their possessions stripped from them, and – [i]Nnngh…Oh damn…[/i] Lorkos covered his nose, rubbing it a few times as the scent of the scalies lifted on the wind and was delivered right to his nose. That was not what he needed right now, particularly as it was sending a thrill right to his crotch. The humans hadn’t done a damn thing for him in the mining village, and the urge to breed, the urge to be filled with eggs that might give him some relief… [i]No, no. Just kill and be gone. Kill the humans and run.[/i] The wolf shook his head one more time, steadying his grip on his sword. The bandits were completely unaware of him, too engrossed in their own conversation to bother looking around. That was fine. He leaped from the trees, one quick swipe taking out the leader. The human’s head went flying off into the distance, and Lorkos followed the swing up with a duck and roll, bringing his blade through the knees of the second bandit, the one that had been berating the other for being caught by the kobolds. The wolf came up, his blade swinging around behind him, catching the swing of the last bandit. He spun, pulling his sword up and over his head to deflect any further blows, and stopped facing the last one. Not a human, he realized. An elf. “Hmmph. What puts someone like you in the business of hunting kobolds?” he asked. “What…who are you?” “A dragonslayer, who happened to hear that you weren’t all that contrite about leaving the life of banditry behind.” “I…I swear, I won’t do anything else. I’ll leave,” the elf said. “I’ll get out of here, never touch a sword again.” “Do you swear on that?” “Yes, yes, I do. I promise.” The wolf considered it. He didn’t need to kill this one, and the elf had been the one least convinced of the right course of action. Blood didn’t need to be spilled on every account… More importantly, this close, the scent of the kobolds was getting to him. While he was hiding it well, he could feel his body shaking, his legs wanting to give out and his holes wanting to be filled with kobold cock. It was making the crotch of his pants feel very swampy, very wet as his pussy started to drench itself again. “Fine.” He gestured. “Get out of here. But my blade will not be so merciful next time.” “Thank you.” “Go!” A quick cut through the air punctuated his growling statement, and the elf was gone. Rushing through the trees, soon he disappeared, leaving the wolf alone with the dozen kobolds. [i]Fuck…[/i] He managed to sheath his sword, but his hand was already shaking, already twitching with the need to get off. [i]That was closer than I’d like…[/i] The wolf dragged his shirt over his nose, covering it and trying to keep the worst of the scaly scent out of his system. It was building up, though, and his tail was starting to rise, the red scales around the base starting to spread a little, starting to stiffen him up. The kobolds weren’t exactly ignorant of the situation, either. They were turning to look at him, sniffing the air while he stood in front of them, and were chattering like mad to one another in their language. [i]They want me,[/i] he thought, a quick glance over his shoulder confirming it. [i]They want me badly.[/i] Their cocks were rising swiftly, and he could see some of them humping in his direction, obviously trying to advertise themselves. The crude attempt was working, too. The sight of a scaly penis had him burning inside far more than any of the humans or mammals back at the mining town. [i]Mmmph…be strong…be strong…you can…you can hold out…[/i] But the urge was there, and the rationalizations were coming hard and fast. He wouldn’t be seeing another scaly for a while, and these were kobolds. Just kobolds. He could handle a dozen of them, even if he didn’t end up killing them. They were…they were safe. And he might even get pregnant so that he could start laying eggs so that the curse would go down a little bit. And there was no one there to see it, no one to smear his reputation about it. Lorkos held out against the temptation for nearly five minutes as he searched the bodies of the two dead bandits. He even thought that he’d be able to get away. But… But then one of the kobolds got free. One of the kobolds grabbed him by the tail. One of the kobolds pulled down his pants. And that was the end of it. Lorkos slumped to all fours, panting as he felt the small scaly get onto his thighs. His cheeks burned as he realized how weak the curse had left him to this, how needy he had become for the feeling of some sort of scaly cock. He groaned under his breath, his tongue slowly sliding from his lips as the kobold cock dragged up and down between his thighs, the little lizard-thing chattering away as it lined up – Squelch went his pussy as that dick slid in, the wolf’s eyes going wide as he was suddenly filled. [i]Oh god…oh damn…[/i] He slumped forward, his fingers digging through the earth as the little thing hopped up and down to thrust as far into him as it could. The scales spread along his tail as soon as the first thrust hit him, and the second and third and fourth kept pushing them further. He swore his hips were getting wider, and he knew that it was going to be hard to pull his trousers back up to cover himself. That was hardly more than a secondary concern, though. His cunt was squeezing down on that cock, pulling it in deeper, trying to get more of it. He didn’t even know how big it was, but it felt bigger and better than anything at the town. “Oh gods…” He leaned forward, his head hanging down, feeling the scales running up his chest. They cupped under his nipples, and he swore that they were trying to grow. No, not just trying, but pushing forward, starting to hang down. Not huge, not obvious, but definitely more than they had been doing before. The kobold was humping like mad, using the wolf’s new dragon tail as leverage to keep dragging himself in, fucking away. Squelch, squelch, squelch went the fucking motions, his pussy so wet and damp that he was drooling his juices all over his legs, puddling between them. All the other kobolds were desperately pushing against their bonds, trying to get free so that they could come over and have some fun. He shook his head, trying to keep his mind. But it was so hard, so very hard. The curse forced him to enjoy this, forced him to be in bliss every time that a scaly cock slid inside of him. He was helpless, even pushing back now, the curse reminding him of his needs, forcing him to give in, to push back, to give himself if he wanted to – “NNNNNNGH!” He moaned through clenched teeth as he came, his body tensing up and squirting down on the ground. But the kobold wasn’t done yet… # When he got back to his horse, Lorkos knew that he had made a fool of himself. His belly was swelling, and he knew that it would be very noticeable soon. People would point at it, realizing that he was somehow pregnant. At least, they would, if he ran into any on the road. He would have to be more careful, now, until he had the chance to lay the eggs. [i]Small mercies,[/i] he thought, looking at his stomach. [i]At least this will drain the curse a bit…[/i] Grunting, he threw himself onto the horse again, turning it to face towards the southern road. He needed to keep moving. Hopefully, he could cover a few more miles before dark. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]