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Slayer or Layer 48

for Lorvianne

by Draconicon

Lieutenant Sheran had joined the hunt expecting trouble, but this was something beyond anything that high command had ever seen before. A dragon that had been able to hide inside the body of a two-legged beast was beyond anything that high command had ever anticipated, and it had brought a whole new wrinkle to the war between mammals and reptiles. At the very least, they needed to be informed that such a thing was possible; an entire network of enemy spies could be hidden within their ranks and they'd never know until it was all too late.

But with the other squads, he had a chance to bring this dragon down. Its corpse would become a means of teaching the others, and showing underlings how to fight them properly. Plus, it would be proof that this was possible. High Command would have to believe him.

As he circled the roaring dragon, arrow nocked and ready for another shot, Sheran made plans for the others still on the ground. They would have to be allowed to live until they gave their testimony about what had happened, and then -

Well, then they would face the same fate that all reptiles faced in mammal lands: death. It was the only safe way.

The dragon, however, seemed to have been consumed with its own fury. It had stopped its attacks, reckless as they had been, and flapped in place, panting, dripping blood, eyes glowing redder than the sun at sunset. It was completely insane with rage, and yet, it had the sense not to rush in for another attack with the other squads coming closer. His grip on his arrow loosened, a sudden suspicion striking him.

It knows something. It's planning something.

But what? There was no way that such a beast could outthink the massed might of the griffon squads. They were bred to be faster, more maneuverable. The only thing that the dragon had against them was raw strength and a greater height ceiling. One on one, yes, the dragon could have the advantage, but in groups, it had been proven time and again that the griffons would win.

What are you thinking, dragon? What are you thinking?

Sheran had enough time to make one more loop before the dragon roared again, and this time, something horrible came with it. A great red light burst from the beast, rushing through the air in a bubble around it. It looked like flame turned to light, horrifying in its majesty, and it rushed straight for him and the other incoming griffons.

"Turn, turn!" he ordered.

Yet, there was no turning from that, not swiftly enough to escape it. They had been coming forward at full speed, planning to impale the dragon before it could get out of the way and strike back. They ran right through the bubble of red magic, and he was too close to turn and outrun it.

The cheetah and his mount alike were both struck with the red light, the magic hitting the shields that their mages had placed against dragon power. It surged, pushed, and cracked. The shield fell, the runes on the harness breaking, and the magic struck him.

"Nnngh!"

He grunted, gritting his teeth as the magic set his blood afire. It burned through him, a heat that scorched under his skin. His fur did catch fire, burning off in a wave across his body that consumed his armor with it. He barely managed to cling to his saddle as the griffon under him screamed against the same transformation magic. They were on a spiral downwards, only kept from it being a death-fall from the griffon's outstretched, warping wings.

Sheran tried to hold onto his bow, but his body was spasming, shaking, clenching and releasing at a constant rate. Nothing could stop it, nothing could be controlled. His head didn't point where he wanted, his eyes didn't look where he wished. His hands would turn to fists and then back again, fingers fanned out as far as they would go before clenching once more. His entire body seized up, locked in the grip of whatever this magic was.

As his fur and armor burned away, his skin turned red beneath it, red and fiery, with a glint of hardness that was somehow stronger than the smoothest armor. He gritted his teeth as he stared at it, realizing on some level what was happening, but still trying to deny it.

No...

The griffon's glide came to an end as they hit the ground, clearing the trees in their path from the griffon's growing bulk. The beast's body had already grown to twice its prior size, spreading out and getting bigger by the second. He tried and failed to keep from falling off, and as he did, he got his first glance at what his mount had become.

The beast had gone from fur and feathered to scaled, a deep purple that covered it from head to toe. Those magnificent feathered ears had become horns, curled tight at the side of the head. The beak had become a snout, one that was filled with sharp, curved fangs, and between them flicked a forked tongue.

No...

Sheran groaned, feeling the fire in his veins pulsing and growing again as the dragon roared in the skies overhead. The beast had obviously grown determined to change them, and whatever power it had to break through their defenses was strong enough to keep changing him.

Even as he looked down at his hands, watching as his claws were replaced with blunter, stiffer things, even as his hands went from flesh and ashen fur to deep red scales, there were other changes beyond the shocking shift to a reptilian form. He looked down at his chest as he felt new weight, and his eyes all but bugged out of their sockets as he realized that he was gaining feminine shapes. His chest was pushing outwards, his nipples disappearing as he grew breasts. They would be useless for young, but -

"Nnnngh..."

Even as they filled and bounced, jiggling under their own new weight, he felt the pleasure that they could bring to him, and the sheer intensity of it was almost enough to get him to fall to his knees right then and there. He gasped for breath, leaning on the snout of his former mount, groaning as he felt the transformation burning through him.

His tail thickened, his head ached as horns started to poke out through the back of his head, and his mouth felt wrong as his tongue started changing shape. His teeth, long since considered normal, became foreign to him as they started to curve back more than before, teeth and fangs that were ready to cut and hold, to shred and tear with every grip. He slumped down to all fours, unable to help himself as he gasped for breath, as his body continued to warp and change under the powerful magic of the dragon overhead.

Have to...have to get...away...

Yet, even as he looked to the sky, Sheran wondered if that was even possible. The other squads had fallen to the ground, as well. He had heard some of them, and others had cleared holes in the forest that he could see from here. They were all but done for. The dragon could swoop down and kill them at his leisure.

Her leisure.

He didn't know where the thought came from, but when he looked back at the dragon, he realized that it was true. Despite the dragon's masculine voice in its two-legged form, it had the body and shape of a dragoness, a female. She could have brought them all down at any time, and it took this threat, this horrible push at her, to actually unveil this level of power.

Nnnngh...she's....dangerous...

A danger to the entire land. The high command had to be informed. They had to be told that this creature existed, that she needed to be taken down, that...that...

She could feel the heat that burned in her veins moving further down, and she - she - she! Sheran gasped as she felt the parting of flesh and scales between her legs, a new hole opening just behind her sac. The feeling should have been like that of a wound, but instead, she found herself gasping in pleasure at the opening and unfolding of a pussy back there. She could feel the cool air of the day on it, and at the same time -

Another roar cut through the heavens, and this time, it brought with it a new heat. Sheran arched her back, gasping for breath as her breasts finally filled in completely, her hips pushing back and her ass starting to plump out in the same way. Her cock throbbed, thrusting up against her belly and throbbing harder than ever, but it was the new things, the new holes and the new feelings between her legs, that held her attention.

Im-impossible.

Impossible, perhaps for normal folks. Not for this dragon. She had been altered, warped, changed, and she wasn't alone.

She looked at her mount, at the dragon that her griffon had become, and she wondered how long she had before the beast tried to eat her. There was every reason why it should; dragons were dangerous creatures, driven by urges that were nothing less than bestial, and she was small enough that she could easily be consumed.

And...

And yet...

She could see a possibility there, something that she might just be able to do. She looked between the beast's legs, saw that it had a new shaft, a new, thick, throbbing rod that was more than big enough for her purposes. She couldn't take it, more than likely, but...

No normal person would do this...

But this was no normal situation. She had to survive, had to figure out how she was going to report to high command, and if she didn't do something to deal with her former mount...if she didn't do something to deal with her own heat...then there was nothing ahead for her. Desperate times called for desperate measures.

I can take my own head later...

Sheran crawled under the belly of her mount, shivering at the thought of what she was about to do. This would have been considered a sin anywhere in mammal lands, even if she was doing this to a horse or some other beast of burden. The idea of doing it to a dragon...there wasn't enough holy water in the world to wash away this sin. She would either have to kill herself or live with this perversion for the rest of her life.

And yet...

And yet...

She felt that hunger. That need between her legs, a heat that burned and throbbed and pulsed down there despite all the morals that said that this was wrong. Her cock throbbed over her balls, drooling almost down to her new sex. She had both now, could she impregnate herself? Her cock might be long enough to curl downwards and backwards, sliding into her and giving her the chance to -

No, no, no! Such thoughts were horrible, wrong, poison. She had to stop...she had...she had to...

She found herself reaching out for the shaft before her, the head alone almost the size of her fist. The sheer musk of him made her head swim, and yet, there was a different scent there, as well. Something that was almost like her own new hole, and -

She's like me...he's like me? The pronoun could have been either, but the once-griffon, now-dragon had the same double-sex as she did. So much wrong...so much...fun...

The heat overwhelmed her for a moment, and she lowered her head to the shaft, licking along the ridge just at the edge of the bulbous tip, and she groaned at the salty taste. It was wrong, bestial, thick, even a little metallic, but there was something to it that made her pussy and her cock feel so good. Tending to the mount. Tending to herself.

She was on all fours under the dragon before she knew it, sucking along the head, licking the shaft, feeling the raw pleasure that came from the act of service pulsing through her. She wondered if there were any others among the griffon squads that were doing the same thing as her right then. If they had been hit the same - and Sheran imagined that they had been - she could only imagine how little resistance they would have had compared to her. She had been the only one at every service, the only one so dedicated; they would have fallen at the first twinge between the legs.

Monster...making me...do this...

And yet, she moaned as much as any wanton whore as she licked along the shaft, as she tasted her mount, as she drew moans from the beast over her. She teased it harder, using her new tail to flick against her sex. She was still so much smaller, but...but...maybe...

No, no, you can't...

She wanted to, though. She wanted such a delicious sin, wanted to feel him inside of her. There was something ever so wrong about that...but with the magic coursing through her, surely she would be forgiven for a few sinful thoughts...a few sinful deeds...

Lorkos continued to soar over the fallen enemies, his mind so far gone and consumed with thoughts of revenge that he barely noticed that they were all being humiliated with their own urges. The magic coursing through him, the curse gone wild, could not be satiated with something so small. It needed more. So much more.

Throwing his head back, Lorkos roared to the heavens once more. The magic pulsed through him, and it spread, spread, and spread, covering the forest below completely. It would have touched Lia and Mastar by now, as well, he knew that much, but there was part of him that no longer cared. This was needed. This was required.

The curse spread, touching everything in a radius dozens of miles wide. The people, the trees, the ground, the earth itself began to change under the pressure of the curse. Corruption and transformation abounded, the wildlife becoming something out of the ordinary, the trees becoming things that would trap and molest others, the few people living in the forest proper becoming beasts of lust that would require far more than a single session to again be tamed.

Lorkos panted, the blood loss slowly catching up to him. He needed to land...needed...

He needed to stop...needed to think...if he still could...

The End

Summary: The curse that comes streaking out of Lorkos hits everyone, and it begins a chain reaction of changes.

Tags: M/solo, H/solo, H/H, Transformation, Dragon, Cheetah, Lizard, Male to Herm, Breast Growth, Blowjob, Rut, Anthro on Feral, Series, Fantasy,