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Slayer or Layer 50

For Lorvianne

By Draconicon

Lia struggled against the magic in the air, feeling the ambient tingling energy trying to settle into her. The scales that covered her provided some scant protection, though not much. If it hadn't been there, though, the young dragoness was all but sure that she would already be lost to the power streaming through the air.

Dragoness. Lizard. Kobold.

She had many different labels that she could have taken with her heritage. A wolf-dragon Lithia. A reptilian father of debated ancestry. The fact that she had been borne of magic and drugs and rape had not been lost on her, either, no matter how much of a good face her Lithia tried to put on it. She knew what she was, and she knew what she did to her Lithia just by being around.

For the Lithia's own good, of course. She'd never doubted that.

But those were thoughts for another time. A time when she wasn't bleeding, when she wasn't dealing with an arrow in her torso, and when she didn't have the mad magic of a curse supercharging the air with transformative energies. She groaned as she pulled herself to a seated position, one hand over the arrow that had gone through her side. It had been a through and through, which meant that it hadn't gotten stuck. That was...something. Not much of something, but something.

No vital organs, either, which was even better. She gritted her teeth as she gave it the barest of nudges -

"Nnnngh!"

And nearly passed out as the thing wiggled from side to side. Less than an inch, barely a hair's breadth, but it still hurt. And the pain...

Well, the pain kept the latest pulse of magic from affecting her as much. She looked down to see that her fingers were getting longer, thicker, looking more like claws at the end of a feral's legs rather than the delicate digits that she was used to. Lia hissed through clenched teeth; despite everything, she was transforming.

The thumping sounds of stumbling footsteps would have worried her if she didn't know where it was coming from, and from whom. It had to be Mastar, the once-wolf, now...something else stumbling forward. She looked around the tree, seeing that the male had fallen to all fours, his body covered with more scales, thicker, heavier ones than usual, and his cock -

Her cheeks didn't quite burn, but they did light up as she saw the throbbing shaft that hung between his legs, the knotted thing starting to grow thicker and stiffer. Ridges swelled along the side, and the knot at the base grew outwards, getting more and more impossible to miss from just how big it actually was.

Lia watched as Mastar continued stumbling forward, his tail pushing out and back, growing longer and longer as he was no longer able to rise up from all fours. His eyes were locked on the dragoness in the sky, and every time that her Lithia pulsed -

Whoooooom.

The sound that followed was like a horn-call of warning, and she gritted her teeth, squeezing at the arrow again. This time, the transformation hit her, and she -

"Mmmph..."

She swelled, for lack of a better term, her body growing thicker. The arrow was pulled back in a bit, though the head didn't have the luck of cutting her scales a second time. It stayed out, barely.

Gotta...gotta get it out...

Mastar had grown further, turning more and more from a two-legged 'dragon' to something more feral. His eyes were not the clear gaze of a mage, but rather the intent stare of a male that was desperately seeking a mate. The dragoness in the air was his obvious first choice, but if she transformed, too - and she was transforming, there was no doubting that - then he might change his mind of who was the more viable female.

Gotta...get it out...

Before the transformation sucked the arrow into her.

Before she might have to run.

Before things got out of hand.

Lia waited until the next 'whoom' of warning filled the air, and then shoved the arrow by the feathered end. The passage of the wooden shaft and feathered back end was as painful as she had imagined it would be, and the transforming female very nearly passed out. The blackness at the edge of her vision pushed in, and if it wasn't for the fact that she started falling over, giving her something to pay attention to, she very likely would have lost consciousness completely.

As it was, she managed to stop herself, panting for breath as she fell on all fours. Her legs were cracking, shifting, pulling in a bit and losing their ability to bend the way that she was used to. She lowered her head to the ground, seeing a few drops of blood coming from her side before the curse energy started to heal her. The scales knitted back together with an itchy feeling, but she could tolerate it.

Even as her legs bent the 'wrong way' and she was pushed up on her tiptoes, leaning forward and feeling her neck stretching forward with the pulsing curse energy in the air, she heard the 'thump' of something landing. Not far away, either. She lifted her head -

Lithia...

Her Lithia had come in for a landing, the dragoness still red-eyed with the curse consuming her. The air crackled around her with raw power, and she knew that this wasn't over. Not yet.

She groaned as she wobbled all the way upright, learning how to move on all fours as Mastar continued his slow advance towards the dragoness. Her Lithia was growling up a storm, lost to anger. Lost to...

To vengeance? For me?

She knew that she had looked dead from the fall, but she hadn't thought that would be enough to make her Lithia snap. Dragonesses were aware of the risks of losing someone that was close to them. They dealt with it as best they could, but they were aware of it, and distanced themselves...

But her Lithia wasn't all dragon. She was part something else. And she dealt with the power of Pack...and one did not lose Pack easily.

Her Lithia had not done the distancing that other Lithias would have done. The dragoness was insane with rage, and with all the magic coursing through her...

Whoooom.

The next pulse hit her hard, almost knocking her off her feet. Her neck felt like someone had hooked it behind her skull and pulled, and her tail felt the same, stretching out, her body following suit as it got bigger, longer, more and more feral. Her weight pressed down on her hind paws and front, and her muscles were forced to grow, pulsing and throbbing to get enough bulk to support her growing body.

As her tail thrashed behind her, battering trees and stripping them of their bark, she was left to watch as Mastar finally managed to sneak up behind her Lithia. She half-expected her egg-mother to slam the mage away, but as he pulled up and ground his cock against the dragoness's sex, her Lithia lifted her tail further and dragged it off to the side. Lia had a front-row seat to a mating session happening right there in front of her, and she groaned in both annoyance and frustration.

Couldn't that wait?

Not with the sheer power in the air, she realized. Her blood relation with her Lithia, combined with the fact that she was part dragon to begin with, meant that she had some resistance to the curse magic in the air. Her Lithia was not a natural dragon, so it shouldn't have been surprising to see that the dragoness had no resistance. Mastar was already half-transformed by the curse before this and this had made it worse, so it was no surprise that he had been willing to go with it.

She, on the other hand...

She groaned as her body thickened again, proper wings bursting outwards, stretching, straining, the leathery skin between the bone digits that ran down through the wings. She rolled her head back and forth as the pressure of the transformation ground down on her, reminding her of what she was becoming, what she was.

Powerful.

Feminine.

Dragon.

She could feel the magic pushing down between her legs, but managed to get a grip on her own power and stopped it. It wasn't much, but she could maintain that much, hold onto her own lusts so that it didn't become...problematic. Particularly with everything else that the curse was doing to the world around them.

Even as her Lithia and Mastar started grinding and humping on each other, she could see that the rest of the world was hardly unaffected. The trees around them were losing their bark, even when they survived the dragons bumping against them, and the exposed wood-flesh beneath was softening, almost like it was getting polished and smoothed out by the magic oozing through the air. The leaves and branches flexed without wind, and some of them started to reach down, grabbing hold of what they could.

The fauna, too, started to warp, growing taller, more like the wolves and other two-legged beasts of the world. Yet, rather than gaining the glint of intelligence in their eyes, they were merely growling, roaming, showing their need between their legs as they moved from one part of the forest to another. Males started to show a throbbing cock between their legs that outsized their bodies, forcing them to lug it around and growl as they showed it off, while females dribbled between their legs as their curves started to grow well past proportion.

It was a mass curse of breeding corruption all around them, driving anything that wasn't already scaly or part scaly to be more and more bestial, more and more needy.

And it was going to trap them if they didn't do something to get out of there soon. The trees were slowly molding into different canopies, their tops filled with tentacle-like branches that were looking for prey. Lia could see that the world was turning against them, not out of malice, but because they were there, and they were warm and ready for breeding.

The young dragoness growled deeper in her throat than she had ever done before, dragging herself through the undergrowth towards her Lithia and the mate of the moment. Mastar was grinding, thrusting, humping himself deeper and deeper into the dragoness, his parts hanging down low and dripping. Her Lithia took it with an angry but willing-enough growl, thrusting back to meet him, that thick knot all that was left of the original wolf-hood down there.

"Come...on..."

Whoooom.

The blast of magic split the air again, the ground itself cracking. The roots of the trees started rising, the flowers started pushing out pollen that, even from a distance, she could tell could make one lose their mind to the rut and the need. The air itself was heavy with a thick musk, meant to bend the mind and make one think bestial thoughts, of need and want and desperate rut.

But it also affected her.

She could feel her muscles growing stronger, her claws getting longer and thicker. She could feel the tension running down her back, and the stiffness at the base of her wings that was more muscle piling on and sinking in. Her back cracked, her spine and her tail and her neck growing out longer still.

She grew...and she surpassed them.

As she panted for breath, Lia realized that she had grown longer and taller than either her Lithia or Mastar, and neither had seemed to notice. Well, if they weren't going to listen to her when she tried to talk to them, then she would have to take a more practical approach.

Lia swung her tail, batting Mastar from the side, and the once-wolf slumped sideways. The hit must have cracked against his head and neck, knocking him out, and he fell over limply. Well, mostly limply; one piece of anatomy remained quite stiff, indeed.

Her Lithia whipped around, growling low, and Lia growled back, just as deep, just as loud. The moment passed, and the feral, red-eyed dragoness looked at her more attentively, head barely cocked to the side. Her Lithia's nostrils flared, and Lia prayed that her egg-mother would recognize her.

There was something, Lia was grateful to see. Something...foggy, yes, but a realization that she wasn't a harm. Lia pointed up with her tail at the closing canopy, and her Lithia nodded. It was dangerous to stay; they needed somewhere safe.

They gathered the unconscious Mastar up in their claws and took off, flying out through the gap. Several branches tried to seize them in the process, but she kept flying, shrugging them off even when they tried to pull her back down. She was not to be bred, not just yet. Not when there was more to their quest.

They flew off, heading to the nearest area that looked vaguely un-corrupted. The stony hills near their clearing were good enough, and there was a clear cave that they were able to find and tunnel into. Her Lithia still hadn't come back to herself at the end of the flight, but she had hopes that, now that they were away from the corrupted area, from the transformed place, that her Lithia might recover. Her hopes were all that she had, and she clung to them with all the desperation of someone so poorly equipped for the future.

Her Lithia, Mastar, and her all found a different part of the cave to settle in, with different caverns claimed. It wasn't much, but at least it would keep the mating from happening again. Lia closed her eyes, pulled into a tight circle as she was, and laid her tail over her nose. She hoped that when she woke up things would be back to normal, or whatever passed for normal with their little group.

She had every reason to believe it wouldn't be, but she still hoped.

The End

Summary: Lia is the point of view for this chapter, since she's the only sane one left in the area...

Tags: M/F, F/solo, nudity, dragon, dragoness, boner, erection, cock transformation, fantasy, series, corruption, magic, feral, feral dragon, feral dragoness, growth,