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Slayer or Layer 51

For Lorvianne

By Draconicon

Of course, as the dragons slept off the worst of the chaos, the world around them was forced to suffer through it. Across the land, starting at the forest and rippling outwards, the chaos and the curse began to warp everything that it came across. Plants took on life, snatching those that passed through the forest. Animals began to rise up on their hind legs, becoming thinking, curious creatures that were all the more interested in the breedable things around them. People, whether human, mammal, or otherwise, were all touched by the curse, and only those that were already scaly were spared the brunt of it. But all, every one, were changed by it, forced to become something that could, would, and did breed with anything that it could lay its hands or reasonable imitation thereof upon.

Such was the curse of Ashin, and such was the world that the dragons returned to when their sense was once more upon them. Lorkos woke with a groan, rubbing his head and wondering what had happened to leave him with such an ache, only to find himself lying astride a rock that was half-embedded in his sex. He blushed heavily, rolling off it, only to feel the heat burn that much hotter. He hesitated, considering going back to it, but then felt the difference.

The air was abuzz with the power of magic, and not with the power of good magic. He stared into space for a moment, taking in the feeling of the magic, and realized that it was coming from him. Or at least, it had started with him, even if it was bouncing off of all kinds of other things.

Lorkos shook his head, padding through the unfamiliar cave. The smells around him confirmed that it had been chosen because it had been empty before, with only the smells of himself, Mastar, and Lia around him. He didn't know what the once-wolf was up to, but he imagined, from the scent, that it had been mostly focused on imitating procreation with something.

He rounded one of the turns in the caverns and bumped into his daughter...and she was not as he remembered.

"Lia?" he whispered, his eyes wider than ever as he took in the sight of a feral dragoness. She looked up at him, breathing a sigh of relief. "What - how did this happen?"

"I don't know, Lithia. I hoped that you could tell me."

"How - I don't know magic."

"But you do know cursed."

"...This is..."

"You were fighting, I know that much. I woke up to find you and Mastar changing more and more, and...well, it's not looking good out there."

"..."

"Do you want to see?" she asked, wincing slightly. "I would understand if you didn't."

"The very fact that you would understand tells me that I should. Take me up there."

She led him through the caverns and out to the nearest plateau. The further from the caves they went, the more that the magic pulled at him. The curse in the air had certainly come from the curse that had been laid upon him, but that wasn't what powered it now. It had become all but self-sustaining, copying itself, changing everything that it touched. The walls themselves, stone as they were, were starting to move, and he was half-afraid that they'd be trapped by it, forced to take a stony rutting rather than being allowed to leave the caves.

Thankfully, nothing of the sort happened, but the image remained with him as he walked to the edge of the plateau, looking down, and slowly shaking his head.

"Gods..."

"It's been like this for hours," Lia admitted. "I've been hoping that you'd come out of your sleep with a clearer head, and maybe an idea of how to stop this."

"I don't know if it can be stopped..."

They looked down on a world gone mad. The trees of the forest had become overwhelmed with vines, vines that sought out and wrapped around anything that moved. Birds, wolves, foxes, anything that so much as twitched was a victim for the flora of the wilderness, and as they were touched, they, too, changed. They took on the shapes of two-legged creatures, some of them getting bigger, some of them becoming more masculine, some more feminine. But all were afflicted, gaining the parts of males and females and exaggerated ones at that. Even from a distance, the pair of them could see just how insane it had become.

And when the vines let them go - usually well-fucked post-transformation - the new figures would start wandering, making their way across the land, looking for someone else to couple with. It was...difficult, to say the least, to keep watching.

"I...caused this?"

"The curse caused this," Lia said, and Lorkos was glad to hear someone else correct him rather than doing it himself. He wasn't sure if he could have believed it if he said it. "And it came out after I was hurt."

"Then...I did it to protect someone?"

"That's what I think, at least."

"...That doesn't make it much better."

"But it's a little better," Lia said, patting him with a wing. "But...I think that we need to keep moving."

"Me too."

If they stayed here for long, he had little doubt that the curse he still carried would be able to keep dormant. It would start responding to all the magic out there, and he was all but certain that it would bring them right back to where they were. He had just enough memory of what he had been doing before completely losing consciousness, and he didn't want to try and molest his daughter. He could easily end up doing that if he wasn't careful, or if the curse came back to full strength.

"The one good thing..." He breathed deeply. "The one good thing about this...is that the kingdom is going to be too busy dealing with this to deal with us. We should have a straight run for her mountain."

"You think that you can find it?" Lia asked.

"I think that she'll feel this and come to the surface to see what's going on."

"...You know, she just might."

That was his only real hope. If she didn't, then they were going to be playing a horrible game of hide and seek. One that they couldn't afford to play for long, particularly if the curse came springing back again.

"Should we take him?" Lorkos asked, nodding towards the cave. "What was Mastar like, before we..."

"He was as bad as you. Maybe worse."

"..."

"He hasn't come out. He's still probably...satisfying himself."

"...then we leave him. For now."

"Even though he's pack?"

"Even though." It would be safer for all of them, including Mastar himself, if he was allowed to stay here without anyone bothering him. Otherwise, he might start sliding into that state again. The more that the pack traveled together, the more that they were in danger of one of them putting the others in peril. One person being afflicted by the curse would kickstart it in the rest.

And more to the point, he's been setting off forest fires all the way here. It might be better for him to wait and learn a different trick, heh, he thought with a rueful chuckle. "We'll leave him here for now, and hope for the best. We'll just have to check in with him on our way back."

It was a better deal than otherwise. He hoped that it would work out.

The pair of them flicked out their wings. In short order, they were flying, and flying high. If they were going to avoid the gryphon patrols, then they needed great altitude. Not likely that the kingdom would be looking anywhere but down at the moment, but best not tempt them to look for other targets.

The curse spread further, further, and further still. The roads, clustered as they were with traders and bandits, were quick to feel the effects of it. Anyone that had been traveling in a caravan noticed it first, particularly as their horses started rising up on their hind legs, as their traders started to warp and become scaly, as they themselves started to lose their inhibitions to the heat that was coming over them. Men grew a slit behind their balls, and women grew a cock over their sex.

And both were quick to use their new equipment, whether with each other or with the beasts that their mounts had become, all too eager to be part of the fun. Most were quick to discover that they had no inhibitions left, and were quick to enjoy that new freedom. Too quick, in some cases.

As it spread, moving like sickness along the road, it eventually reached the towns at the edge. Some few folks saw it coming and fled while the getting was good, but most believed that it was little more than a little road-madness, easily passed with some time in town. They were wrong.

The town itself became little more than a public brothel in short order, with scales flying as the fur faded. Some ended up looking at their mortal enemy, a scaly being that they would have killed in other times, but at that moment were too horny to care. They spread their legs, or pulled their new lover closer, and they put them to use. They put them to very, very good use, at that.

The curse was oddly selective over what it did to those it touched. The mammals were often left with less than they started, broken and shattered into horny little sex toys. Those few scalies that were caught in the curse were uplifted, given more, stronger muscles, greater power, even hints of magic in the case of a few. The world, such as it was, ended up turned upside-down with the shift in power dynamics between those afflicted with the curse and those merely touched by it, and there was little rhyme or reason that could be divined in the moment as it spread.

However, as the hours passed, as the curse was watched from a distance, people began to see how much it had changed things. Some blamed it on the dragons in the mountains. Some said that it was an experiment run amok. Still others wondered if it was the kingdom, trying to stir something up, for if the dragons had this capability, surely they would have used it at least once during the war all that time ago? Surely this wouldn't have been saved to be used during a time of relative peace? Thoughts ran crazy, and so did the people thinking them.

But one thing was for certain: the world had been turned on its head, and nobody, not the king in his high tower, not the mages that surrounded him, not the commoners or the soldiers among them, knew how to turn the curse back. They all suffered from it, and the only defense was to stay the hell out of its way.

Lorkos and Lia patrolled the mountain range that they had been pointed to, with Lia looking for any magics that might have given away where the dragoness was hiding, while Lorkos focused his attention on the feeling of the curse itself. Now that they were near where Ashin was hiding, he could feel a resonance there, something that linked him with her, something that would - hopefully - lead them to where the dragoness was hiding.

But even that was only so helpful across a massive mountain range, something that had obviously been used by various dragons in the past. He was honestly surprised that she had gotten here, considering that it was still part of the kingdom proper. The only thing that kept it from having eyes on it was the fact that it wasn't that rich compared to other parts of the land, and it didn't straddle any common routes that went through it. If it had ever been traversed more fully, he doubted that she would have been able to use it as lair-territory.

He and his daughter circled one of the mountains at the edge, confirming that it was empty before coming in for a landing. They both perched near the top, tiredly pulling their wings in against their backs and panting for breath. It had been a very long flight, and neither of them were feeling great.

"Mmmph...why is she hiding?" Lia asked. "I would have thought...considering how the curse has gone mad..."

"She was angry when she cursed me. Very angry...and with good reason."

"You think her being angry keeps her hidden?"

"I think her being angry with me is making her keep her head down, so she doesn't kill me before I do what the curse wants me to do."

"Breeding."

"Indeed."

Breeding and replacing quite a few dragons that he had only met once, to kill them, and many that he imagined that she had never really known herself. It was a curse of vengeance, even if she had some cause to be angry with him personally. She had no reason to push him that hard, even now that he understood some of the problems that she had with what he had done. It was...

He sighed. There was no point in complaining about the injustice of it at this point. He needed to focus on the problem at hand, and that was finding her. She was going to be a hard one to dig out, too, considering that she was familiar with this range and he most definitely was not.

"Any thoughts?" he asked.

"Only to keep flitting around."

"I doubt that the curse will lure her out," Lorkos said, shaking his head.

"But the different feeling of it might."

"...She might think it's a threat, you think?"

"It's possible."

"Hmmm..."

It actually was not a bad idea. While the curse had come from her, it had warped, mutated, and turned into something completely different in the last few months. It might not even register to her as the same magic that she had used on him. If that was the case, maybe she would come out and attack, or at the very least, see who was causing problems around her home. That would work.

"Let's fly around, then."

"After a break."

"Yes." He groaned, stretching his wings slightly. "After a break."

The End

Summary: Lorkos and Lia make their way through the cursed lands, hoping to find Ashin before it's too late to reverse all this.

Tags: M/solo, Off-Screen Sex, Tentacles, Transformation, Breeding, Dragon, Feral, Corruption, Curse, Magic, Fantasy, Series, Scalies,