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Slayer or Layer 28

For Lorvianne

By Draconicon

Whatever had sent the gryphons after them didn't make a second attempt to bring them in, for which Lorkos was grateful. While he had been able to fight them off the first time, he didn't know if he'd be as lucky a second time. They were quick, and he honestly wasn't sure if he had won through luck or skill.

However, he kept himself as vigilant as possible while guarding the caravan, if only so that he didn't feel guilty with the comforts and pleasure that came at night. The lady lizards that came to him then were...very kind with how they treated him, and were very good at getting him off.

The fact that it was girl on girl didn't hurt either, even if he was one of the girls. It was somewhat reassuring that there was a part of him that still liked that.

As the days dragged on, however, he could feel the eggs in his belly getting closer and closer to term. The other females were in a similar state, and the males that were among them started to take on more and more of the duties that were associated with running the caravans as more of the females became more stationary.

A day out from their destination, the time for laying came.

The first one struck with cramps was the caravan leader, Sila. She groaned, slumping down from the front of her wagon, and the entire caravan came to a halt. As she groaned, panting through the discomfort, other females began to show similar signs, one by one slipping from their seats and either squatting or lying down on the ground.

The males, to their credit, were quick to take charge and make sure that everyone was safe. The wagons were driven round in a circle off the side of the road, and the females were piled together, facing outwards on cushions and other soft things.

Lorkos stayed in the air as the caravan protected itself, fighting his own cramps for as long as he could before they could ground him. He peered into the distance, searched the skies and the earth for any threats that might become a problem during the laying process. The dragoness narrowed his eyes at every single flickering shadow that fled across the world, and only when he was completely satisfied to their safety, and his, did he finally descend.

The dragoness landed with a thump just inside of the circle of wagons, panting more than he wanted to. His entire body was shaking, his lower parts clenching tight to keep everything inside of him as long as possible as he dragged himself across the ground. The rest of the mass birthing had already begun, the gasps and moans and occasional screams of the different females filling the air.

Lorkos was hardly any better. Huffing and puffing, he dragged himself to the far side of the circle of females, squirming to try and get into the proper position. The number of eggs inside of him felt like they numbered in the dozens, and for all he knew, they did. He hadn't been a dragoness before, and he had no idea how many they could lay at once.

He squirmed, trying to get comfortable, trying to find the right position. With two legs, he had been able to squat and just let them roll out, but that didn't feel quite right in this. It felt like it lowered his crotch too near the ground, or that it messed with the tubing inside of him.

He tried lying on his side, or on his back, but neither of those felt right, either. He groaned, almost whimpering as his pussy started to drip, juices that were both discolored and thick rolling from his sex.

"Nnngh..."

"Mistress, great one. Is this first time?" one of the males asked.

Lorkos nodded without even thinking about it. The males gasped, and so did some of the females that were close enough to know what was going on.

Several males ran up to him, grabbing him by the forelegs and dragging him forward. He allowed them to pull him along, even as his body wanted to do nothing more than curl up, nothing more than clench together.

Step by step, they led him to the wagons, pushing his forelegs onto the side of them. They gestured for him to stand on his back legs, to support himself by holding onto the roof of the wagon. It was a struggle, considering what his body wanted to do, but he eventually managed it. As soon as he was standing up, so to speak, he felt a sudden shift inside of him.

"Ah!"

He gasped, his eyes going wide as the first of the eggs started to roll down through suddenly-unclenched tubing, running from his womb down to his crotch. His eyes went wide as he felt his insides being stretched out in a way that no cock had done before, and he suddenly realized that these were not going to be lizard eggs or drake eggs, or kobold eggs or anything that he had laid before.

These were true dragon eggs. These were the first ones that would fulfill the conditions of the curse.

Lorkos panted, huffing and puffing as he extended his neck over the top of the wagon, his body aching and tingling at the same time, the pleasure that came from the eggs rolling down his inner walls starting to take away from the pain. He let out a long, low moan, the sensation building towards a rough climax already.

The soft popping sound of eggs coming free started to fill the air as well, reminding him of the other females around. Their eggs came free with a pop, a gasp, a moan, sometimes with a scream if they were close to orgasm. The sound of birthing among the reptiles was so different to when the mammals were doing it. The screaming there was always of pain, of anguish, whereas this...

This was pleasure.

He moaned as he felt the first egg pushing down, the narrow tip starting to spread his pussy lips open. Lorkos shivered as he felt the outer parts start to spread, exposing his insides a bit more, the egg pushing out a little, then pulling back in, then out again. Other eggs were lining up behind the first, keeping it from holding its position quite so well, forcing him to feel all the more full between his hind legs.

It was like a line of cock down there, if cock could be said to have multiple bulges and knots and bumps along the side of it. He huffed and puffed, more of the birthing fluid coming out, but now it was mixed with his juices, his pleasure, his need.

The dragoness humped his hips forward a bit, grinding and pushing and pressing down as he did. The eggs were almost ready to come out, the first one sliding past his pussy lips again, pushing out into the open air. The feeling of that stretch was intense, but he couldn't stop. Not yet. Needed to push out more, needed to feel that slow, full stretch.

He grunted as another inch or two of the egg came free, almost enough to reach the widest part before it pulled in a bit. Not far, though, not nearly far enough to pull it back inside. It was still outside, still holding him open.

Another grunt, another bit of pushing, and the egg was at its widest point. The feral-bodied Lorkos groaned, his body shaking from head to tail, and his toes curled into the earth for stability as he felt the egg about to pop free.

"Nnngh..."

He pushed down one more time, feeling it sliding forward, forward -

POP!

Then it came free, the lizards under him catching it and lowering it to the ground. He gasped, a rain of his juices falling down, covering the egg and the earth, but he was only left gaping for a second or two before the next egg was there, pushing for the same treatment and already trying to open him up.

Lorkos groaned, wondering how many eggs were going to be leaving him today.

The answer, it turned out, was seven. Seven eggs against the massive debt of eggs that he had accrued through killing so many dragons. His eyes rolled back in their sockets as he finally came down from the wagon, shaking like a hatchling as he looked down at the pile of them.

The other lizards were doing the same, some of the males - and the females that had finished early - walking around the pile and whistling in admiration. There was a part of him that almost felt proud to have beaten their expectations, but at the same time...

He looked at the eggs, slowly shaking his head.

They could become like her, he thought. They could become monsters like Ashin...

At the same time, they might become like the young ones that he had birthed before, the ones that called him their egg mother. Just the thought of those little ones brought to mind his first, the one that had come back to him, the one that gave him her scale.

He hoped that she was okay.

Shaking his head, he managed to coil up a bit more, forming a half-circle around the pile of eggs. Sila, shaky as he was, walked up and patted his side.

"The great one did well. Many eggs for many hatchlings," she said.

"More than I thought."

"More than most dragons. Most only lay one or two."

"..."

"The males will be proud," she teased, nodding at the males of the caravan. "They made the great one pregnant and made her birth more."

"They can be as proud as they want. They're not going to be doing it again."

"Heh, they know, but they'll still be happy."

He nodded, even as he looked at himself. The eggs coming out, normally, would have caused him to start reverting back to his normal self, back to the wolfen shape. He had hoped that something would happen to this feral form after birthing the eggs, but, well, obviously nothing had.

In a way, considering his current circumstances, that was a very good thing. He didn't want to get the caravan angry at him, and he didn't want to have to try and fight them off, either. Yet, at the same time...

A shudder ran down his spine. The only bit of control that he had over the curse, the ability to transform back at the cost of his dignity, had been taken from him. The curse itself was now on a different level, changed from its original purpose and direction. Whatever Ashin had laid upon him, it wasn't the same spell now.

He wanted to shake, wanted to scream...but he didn't. Things had changed, but so had he. He could find a way forward.

He hoped.

The lizards directed him to one of the empty wagons, saying that he could ride and rest on the way to their home. He didn't argue. He was completely and totally wiped out.

Their home, it turned out, was a village on the side of the mountain. When he heard it called a village, he expected it to be a little place, something that contained maybe a few dozen more lizards, something of an outpost for a tribe.

Instead, he found himself in a place that was a village in name only. While there were huts rather than homes, while there were campfires rather than cooking racks, it was a village that contained several hundred lizards. It spread across the side of the mountain, and it was bigger than several of the mammal villages that he had passed through on the way to the capital.

More than that, it was bigger than any scaly settlement that he had seen so far, and as the caravaners came into the village, they were welcomed just as the people back home were. Some jumped off of the wagons to greet their loved ones, and some of the females carried their eggs in their hands, showing them off like they had brought a great treasure back.

Of course, for all that they were eager to meet with their friends, the main attraction for the village turned out to be himself.

Lorkos pulled his tail around his body tighter and tighter as the many lizards looked up at him, gasping and staring at the 'great one.' Some ran further up the mountain, ducking into tunnels that doubtlessly led down to kobold dwellings. Others ran towards the far edges of the village, likely to get friends and family to come and see what was going on.

He leaned to the edge of the wagon, whispering to Sila.

"Is there another great one here?" he asked.

"Of course. We are ruled by them, are we not?"

"Where are they?"

"Away, it seems. They will likely return in a few days."

"Will they be offended by my presence?" he asked.

"Oh, no. They'll want to meet you."

That was what he was afraid of. It would have been one thing to manage if the overlord here was a territorial bitch, more than ready to make things difficult, but if they genuinely wanted to talk...

Well, Lorkos was pretty sure that he wouldn't be able to keep up the act for long.

"Do you have a shaman around?" he asked. "I have to talk to one if I can."

Sila nodded.

"Where?"

"You may speak to my personal shaman, of course. I'll have him summoned when we're settled."

"You...have one?" he asked, blinking. "How?"

"Oh, I'm the mayor here. I'm in charge of the village, part of the great one's council of this mountain."

"...Why doesn't anyone tell me these things? Why?" he muttered.

The End