[b][u][center]Slayer or Layer 9 For Lorvianne By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Lorkos didn’t like the idea of putting himself on offer to get the gold for equipment, but there was scarcely any choice. Either he stole the stuff from Silus or one of the miners out here – not the best idea, considering how rough everyone was – or he did something to earn the money. He didn’t know how to go down the mountain and pull out anything worthwhile, he didn’t have the equipment to go hunting, and he didn’t have anything worth selling for some income. So…whoring it was. Silus must have known that he would eventually break down for that, because the innkeeper was smirking slightly when he came back around asking for some help. There were no words shared, just a nod towards the upstairs and a mention of the ‘fifth room on the left.’ [i]Figures that the old guy would have some kinda operation for whores,[/i] Lorkos thought. [i]He has ways of making money off of just about everything else.[/i] The room unlocked easily with the key that the old man gave him. Surprisingly, it was less a room and more of an oversized closet. Nobody was here to sleep, admittedly, but – “Oh…” The wolf glared at the two holes on either side of the room. Now that he saw them, he knew what this place was for. And the little stakes that were built into the floor of the room made more sense, too. They probably put scalies down between the holes, either capturing them during heat or luring them in if they had the intelligence for it. Tie them down, force their holes up to the openings in the walls, and then… Well, the obvious. Lorkos locked the door tightly behind him, taking a few deep breaths. He didn’t like this idea – really, really didn’t like this idea – but there wasn’t a lot of choice. If he didn’t get the gold, he was never going to get his gear, and if he didn’t get his gear, then he wasn’t going to get off the mountain. He’d never get to the mages down near the center of the kingdom, and he’d never get rid of this goddamn curse. Not the best of situations for anyone, let alone someone that was supposed to be – [i]Noooooo. You don’t need to start thinking about doing that to dragons right now,[/i] he thought. [i]This is going to be hard enough. Stop making it worse for yourself.[/i] The wolf shook his head as he started stripping down, pulling his pants off and tossing them in the corner. The feeling of cold night air on his pussy didn’t make things better. A quick glance down told him that the transformation was already spreading again, the denied need of his female parts making him rather…draconic down there. The red scales were already halfway up to his waist, and had covered his ass completely. They’d gotten about four inches down his legs, too, and were threatening to curl down to his knees in the next few days if he didn’t do something to satisfy the breeding curse. He doubted that other mammals and humans would do much for him, but… [i]Just…make it happen. Get money, get out.[/i] Shaking his head, he made his way to the space between the holes in the wall. He swallowed nervously, then pushed the little blocks of wood out of the way. The first cock came from behind, grinding against his ass. Lorkos half-expected the curse to kick into high-gear, reminding him of his need to submit and give himself up to cock, but… It didn’t happen. He blinked, turning to look over his shoulder. It was a human cock rubbing against him, admittedly, but he felt none of the attraction that he’d always felt when one of the scalies was grinding against his backside. It bumped against him, pushed down, rubbing against his pussy. And his nether regions were almost as dry as could be. “Come on, you scaly slut. Give me something to work with here. Push back.” [i]…Something’s wrong.[/i] The wolf had been planning on just letting the heat take over, letting himself get lost in it again so that he didn’t have to think about what he was doing. He hadn’t expected the urges to completely leave him, putting him at the mercy of the people that wanted to just get off and go. [i]Perfect time for the curse to get picky…[/i] The thought of pushing back on that cock almost made him throw up. He wasn’t interested in other males. Never had been before the curse, and it was almost – almost – reassuring that he still wasn’t. Not so helpful, but reassuring to know that it only affected him in a magical way rather than a physical one. But he still needed money, and that cock was his ticket to getting his stuff back. Groaning, Lorkos pushed back. It was not nearly as easy as it had been when he was with the drakes, or even with the kobolds. The feeling of that shaft was smaller, less…bulbous and fitted to his insides, and since he was so much drier, it didn’t feel the same in terms of pleasure, either. It was a struggle to wriggle back, and more of a struggle to deal with what the miner was saying. “Mmmph, yeah, that’s a tight bitch. Betcha you’re one of the scaly whores that doesn’t get it from her kind, huh? Don’t worry. We’ll treat you right tonight.” [i]Just shut up and give me the money…[/i] He wasn’t getting any wetter, even when the human reached under the hole and started rubbing at his clit. Just the thought that it was another man on the other side was making it impossible for him to get into it. He wasn’t…he wasn’t gay. He wasn’t into other males, didn’t want other cocks in him. But it didn’t seem to bother the human on the other side. In and out, in and out that shaft plunged into his dragon cunt, filling him up and then pulling back out again. Except it wasn’t even filling. Even a kobold felt bigger than this guy, and that was saying something. He wasn’t even sure if it was really size stuff or if the curse was just making everything else feel worse in comparison. If that was the case, the dragoness really was cruel. Lorkos lowered his head to the floor, muttering under his breath as his ass was pulled back to the hole. He could feel fingers all over his rump, squeezing the scaly cheeks, pulling them apart so that his ‘client’ could look at his asshole as well as his pussy. “Mmm, you’re so tight, girl. I bet you could make all the money you’d ever need up here. Why don’t you just let Silus tie you up in there? I bet you’ll be happy after we fuck you long enough.” [i]Not a chance in hell,[/i] he thought. The customer continued for about another five minutes before finally blowing a load inside of him. Lorkos slammed the ‘window’ behind him shut as soon as that dick slid out, and he did the same with the one in front of him. The only reason that he didn’t storm out was because he didn’t want to be seen. He turned around, looking to see what he had managed to earn for that. The coins had clattered to the floor shortly before that cock had poked through, and he hadn’t had a chance to see just how much he was getting. Not that much, unfortunately. His sale had barely earned him a tenth of what it would cost to get a sword, let alone all the other stuff that he still needed. It was definitely going to be a long night. [i]Oh gods, this is going to be painful.[/i] The dragonslayer leaned back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. He had a way out of this, he supposed. There was…a different way that he could make this work. If he invoked the curse properly, used it to get himself too horny to care what was fucking him… The wolf winced at the thought, remembering how stupid he could be and how hard it was to do anything sensible. If he did that, he might end up fucking for free through the night, and who knew if that would even get him what he needed at the end of it. Silus would probably kill him, too, for using the room and not giving him a cut of the profits. And that wasn’t even thinking about what would happen to his body during that time. The fucking from the humans and mammals wouldn’t transform him, but thinking too much about the curse could. He still needed to buy real clothes, and if he had a different tail, if he gained breasts, if he started looking all womanly by the time that he was done…well, that was going to take a lot of explaining. But the thought of taking another dick right then was too much. [i]Okay…just…don’t overdo it. Just do it slowly, don’t think too angrily, and let it come little by little.[/i] Lorkos lowered himself back to the fucking position, and then forced himself to think about the dragons again. More specifically, he forced himself to think about hurting them. Almost immediately, his pussy burned with a raging fire, flaring up with more need than he had thought possible. He slumped forward, panting softly as he felt his pussy clenching down on nothing, the juices already flowing down his thighs in copious, thick, slick streams. [i]Fuck…fuck…[/i] He shivered, hurriedly reaching back to the hole behind him. He shoved his ass back through it, wiggling his hips side to side, and it only took a second before someone was holding him again. The urges dropped as soon as he felt flesh on his scales rather than other scales, but he forced the thought back. His hands around a dragon’s throat, his blade jabbing into a kobold’s chest. “Nnngh!” He grunted, his guts feeling like they were twisting around inside, his arousal spiking, his body going into that forced heat again. [i]Fuck…fuck…god…damn…[/i] He was huffing and puffing desperately, trying to keep his head on his shoulders – “NNNNGH!” And then that dick slid inside of him, forcing its way into his pussy and going deep. It was barely more than the last cock, but he was so deep in his own heat that he barely cared anymore. It was a cock. It was fucking him. And sure, it might not give him eggs, but at least it was fucking him. In and out, in and out, in and out it went, pumping deep and rubbing along his inner walls just the way that he needed right then. Lorkos lowered his head to the floor, shivering and panting under his breath. He rocked his hips back as much as he could, as much as the hands grabbing him would let him, and his thoughts slowly started disappearing down the rabbit hole. The scales were spreading along his back, down the base of his tail, along his legs. The red glimmers reflecting off of him from the lamplight told him that they were definitely more numerous, and he swore he could hear the men on the other side of the wall talking about how that ‘fat ass’ was getting thicker, heavier, bouncier. Lorkos wasn’t sure if it was or wasn’t. He just kept forcing himself to think of killing dragons, just so that he didn’t have to think about the human dick inside of his pussy. A flood of seed came shortly after, and before he could pull back, another cock replaced the first. And the money started to flow, though the orgasms never came. They weren’t scaly and could not satisfy. # The next morning, Lorkos walked down from the whoring room with a blanket wrapped around him and his pants folded over his shoulder. He carried a sack full of gold, and he tossed a third of it onto the counter for Silus as soon as the old man looked up. “There’s your cut.” “You…actually did it?” the innkeeper said. “I was joking.” “I am that desperate.” “Apparently.” “Send a runner to the store. I need a good sword, six sheets of hardened leather, and boots. Good boots.” “Alright, anything else?” “A horse.” “That’s not going to be cheap.” THUNK! The bigger bag landed on the counter, almost spilling open. “I don’t care,” Lorkos said. “Just get it done so I can get the [i]fuck[/i] out of here.” “…Consider it done.” He left the innkeeper to get the job done, going back to his room and throwing the blanket in the corner. The long night had done a number on him. His body was half-converted back to the slutty lizard-woman that he had been trying to leave behind. His pussy was drenched, still, dripping constantly, and only the rusty smell that clung to the blanket had kept it from filling the common room downstairs and getting everyone to stare at him. [i]I should have stopped earlier,[/i] he thought, keeping his fingers on either side of his pussy and resisting the urge to finger it. [i]I should have stopped much earlier, but there’s not much I can do about that now.[/i] He needed to find a mage, soon. Hopefully, there was one on the road, but if not… Well, he’d go all the way to the capital if he had to. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]