[b][u][center]Slayer or Layer 32 For Lorvianne By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] It was just another day for the small village halfway down the side of the mountain when the shadow of the dragon appeared. Silus had just been making his way out of the inn, taking his time to head down the steps to avoid slipping on the morning ice, when he happened to catch sight of the black shadow running up along the slope below. The human innkeeper looked up, and his jaw dropped. “Dragon...Dragon!” A whimper, then a shout, one that echoed through the village as he ran back inside. The others - a population of hunters, trappers, and more - were already running around outside, some of them scavenging for their weapons, others grabbing their goods and running for the stables. All of them were in motion...except for him. Silus threw himself under the biggest table in the inn, knowing that if the dragon decided to attack that there would be no getting away. It was already there, already saw them all. The best that they could hope for was for it to fly on, and for as many people as possible to stay the hell out of the way. Yet, as he heard the thumps of its wingbeats coming closer and closer, it felt like there was a storm coming. The air tingled like the rising charge of a lightning bolt about to strike, and the innkeeper pulled himself into a tight little ball under the table. [i]Just go...just go…[i] Thump...thump...thump...the sound of the wingbeats were getting louder and louder, and the shouting was turning into screaming. People that thought they could fight were probably learning that it was the worst idea that they could have, turning around, running. [i]Just don’t burn the inn...please...just don’t burn the inn…[/i] Where was Lorkos when you needed him? Silus remembered how many dragons the wolf had killed over his lifetime, remembered him coming through with the magic on him and heading south. Surely, he had to be cured by now? Why couldn’t he be here? That dragon would never have shown its face if - “AAAAAAH!” A sudden shriek split the air, and for a moment, Silus wondered if the dragon had actually attacked. But no, there was no sudden crack in the air that indicated lightning, nor any sudden heat to show that the beast had breathed fire. So… What had happened? Daring to look out from under the table, he lifted his head to look out the window. He spotted several men and women running around, but it was the screamer that had his attention. Silus’s jaw dropped as he stared at the hunter. He recognized him, a fox by the name of Stirn. The white-furred man had gone up the mountain again and again, having hunted down dozens of drakes in the time that he had lived in the village. Yet, now, he was starting to look like them. Even as the fox screamed, his muzzle broadened, thickened, fattened. It was no longer the narrow appearance of a fox, the sly look of the mammal. No, it was something more bestial, more rough, more thuggish. Scales started to pop out, his fur fading away, falling to the snow below. [i]Oh god...oh god no…[/i] The other villagers and hunters ran, fleeing from the transforming fox, almost like they were afraid that the touch of the former hunter would be enough to take them down. Yet, as the fox’s ears pulled in, as Stirn’s tail lost its fur and became stiff and rigid, with green scales sliding down his body, the curse spread on its own. The darkness of the dragon’s shadow flicked across the village, and wherever it touched, someone fell to their knees, screaming, gasping, vocalizing the terror that came with transformation. Silus watched from his common room, his eyes going wider and wider as he saw the different transformations striking people down one by one. He whipped his head from one man to another, watching as scales took over where fur or flesh once had been. He watched as horns started popping from heads, as claws thicker and darker than any mammal’s graced the ends of fingers. He watched as some grew wings, and others grew tails, watched as they went from furred to scaled, watched as they screamed and gripped their faces in horror. And then, the shadow fell over the inn. He felt the tingle before it hit him hard, and Silus screamed as he fell to the ground, feeling like he had just been struck by lightning. The pain wasn’t there, not as he had expected, but the sudden shift in balance, in understanding, in feeling right with the world was ripped from him without warning. Gasping for breath, the human rolled on his back, staring up at his hands as he held them up in front of him. Already, the scales were starting to push up from under his skin, slowly working their way out to replace it. No green scales for him. His were blue, smooth and soft compared to some of the lumpy ones that he had seen through the window. His breath came harder, faster, harsher as the scales continued to grow, pushing out and covering the backs of his hands and up along his wrists. He turned his hands around, looking at his palms as the blue spread over them, too. They were no longer the calloused, rough hands of a hard worker, but the smooth hands of someone that had never known a day’s labor in his life. His fingers… Wait. They were not...they were changing, too. Not just getting scaled, but getting finer, smoother, almost more delicate. Why? Why were they - “AH!” He hissed, arching his back as he saw his nails growing, his fingernails darkening into smooth claws, the end coming to a hard point. Yet, at the same time, they didn’t look quite so bestial as he had guessed they would. They were...almost… [i]Beautiful?[/i] That was impossible, he thought, but that was the word that came to mind. His hands looked almost beautiful, fine, gem-like… Before he could try and figure out what that was about, the tingle-shock hit him again. Silus gasped, rolling on his side as he felt a sudden surge at the base of his spine. He had seen enough through the window to guess what was about to happen, and he rolled onto his stomach, not daring to keep himself on his back or - RIIIIP! The first foot and a half of a tail pushed out of the base of his spine, still getting longer as the tingle-shocks filled him. The innkeeper struggled to breathe through the harsh transformation that his body was going through, struggling to keep his head on straight. No. Just a bit...just a bit more… [i]Can’t be much more…[/i] He had only caught a glancing blow. He’d been inside. Surely, there couldn’t be much more that it would - “Nnnngh...ah…ah…” Silus struggled to pull himself to his feet, throwing his hand on the table above him. It hurt, was hard to stand up easily, his tail throwing his balance off completely, but he managed to drag himself onto his knees. From there, it was easier, even as his claws gouged out long lines in the wood. He groaned, leaning against the table as he huffed and puffed, feeling his tail slithering out of the base of his spine. The blue scales were still winding up his arms, but not in a full wave. It was like there were streaks of them going up, leaving him partially fleshed, partly human still. [i]Only partially changed…[/i] The blue reached his shoulders, some of it going up his neck, the rest running down his chest, going down his torso and down to his waist. He slumped forward in exhaustion, his body feeling like all the energy it had was being used to fuel this transformation, that any food or rest that he’d gotten had been used up. Panting from tiredness, he slumped against the table as his tail reached full size. Nearly four feet long, it pushed out behind him like a cloak that had been mis-measured, flopping to the ground with a thump. He was barely able to hold his head up as he wheezed from the transformation, but counted himself lucky. He was still mostly himself, unlike some of those that he had seen through the - Tingle-shock. “NNNNGH!” One last blast, and he flopped on his back, his tail cutting off a portion of the table under him. He wanted to scream, wanted to shout at the sudden pulling, sucking feeling between his legs. This was impossible. This couldn’t be happening. Yet… Yet, it was. He forced his head up, looking down between his legs, and the tight leather that he wore was slowly deflating. He could see the bulge that he was so used to disappearing. Grunting, he grabbed for it with one clawed hand, hoping that it was just an illusion, that it wasn’t really happening. But...it was. “No...no…” He fumbled for his cock, hoping that it was still there, that it was just smaller. With his new claws, he ripped right through his pants, forcing them off to expose his crotch. All he did was get a view of his disappearing dick, watching as it slithered into his groin, as it disappeared from sight. He reached down, trying to pull on it, trying to get his scaly fingers around it, but it was too short, too tiny for him to grip like that. Then it pulled under some sort of scaly hood, and - “AH!” He gasped for breath as he felt something open down there, something that was wet and warm and...and so wrong for someone like him to have. In terror, he reached down with one finger, dreading what he would feel. The sudden pleasure of his own touch, combined with the wetness and openness that was between his legs, confirmed his fears. He’d been touched with a similar curse as Lorkos, and now, he was female down there. No breasts, thankfully, but he had a scaly pussy, something that...that was probably going to be used regularly. He groaned, trying to shake his head, to put that thought out of his mind, but now that it was there… “Ah...ah...ahhhhh…” He gasped again, arching his back as a sudden warmth started to spread from between his legs, rising up and roaring into full life as he went wide-eyed, his breath coming in harsh puffs as his pussy started to ooze juices. His toes curled as he felt it running from his new sex down to his asshole, the rank, familiar smell of a woman’s sex filling the air. He had smelled it enough times with the lizards and drakes that they captured off the mountain, the ones that got their pleasure from being fucked by mammals. Now...now it was coming from him. “Fuck...fuck…” Silus tried to stand, but all he accomplished was rolling off the table. He wanted to get to his feet, to get off the ground, but all he could do was crawl. [i]Have to...have to send...a message...someone...find someone...not changed…[/i] He was halfway to the front door of the inn when he heard the moans starting. It took him a moment to realize that they were not moans of pain, but moans of pleasure. They were...they were coming from outside… Everywhere outside… Silus reached the door, dragging himself back to his feet even as his new pussy clenched and squeezed with abandon. He needed...needed something...needed to fuck...needed to...to rut...to do...things… He was puffing hard, his eyes crossing as he forced the doors open. He had to lean on it to stay upright, and he made himself look at what remained of the villagers. Everyone had been affected by the curse, or near enough. Everyone in view was, at least, and some of them had been changed, just as he had, gaining a pussy and losing a cock. There were enough of them for there to be breeding pairs throughout the village, every cock occupied in a pussy, and most of them screaming with pleasure as they slid and rolled and thrust away. Some were changed completely, lizardmen from head to toe, while others were only partially changed, still showing human features. Some had gained wings, others just tails, and still others had gained neither, but had more of a bestial face. The changes had taken them all, and the lust was universal. Silus slumped down against the inn door, gasping for breath as he looked for the stables. The horses had been turned, too, now winged drakes that were eager to be let loose to join in the debauchery. [i]How...how did this…[/i] He didn’t know. All he knew was that this curse had turned everyone from human and mammal into scaly creatures. Hybrids, at best, and much worse in some cases. They’d been defenseless against it, and he felt that even if there had been a mage here, some wizard that knew great spells, they would have fared no better. [i]How...how are we going to survive this?[/i] he wondered. [i]How long until someone comes to kill us…[/i] That was his last thought before the lust took over, and his fingers drove the terror from his mind with lust. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]