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Slayer or Layer

Chapter 1

For Lorvianne

By Draconicon

The central arm of the Great Mountains were rife with dragons. Even these days, when more than half of the population had been killed through his efforts and those like him, many peaks still held the foul things within. Today, Lorkos planned to kill the one at the top of the local food chain, a powerful red dragon by the name of Amarill, and with that, end his reign over the southern tip of the central arm.

The wolf took another step up the side of the mountain, testing the ground before pushing forward again, and again. Each step scattered a cluster of gravel further down the mountainside, and he knew that if he slipped even once, he'd fall down a good bit further than that. The steep slopes were not meant for walking, and had only formed out of the glacial melts recently. There was no regularity to their zig-zagging paths, but they were the only ways up the mountain.

Step. Step. Step. One after another, taking him higher and higher, to the place where the winds blew with the force of warhammers, where the whistling air cut his ears like knives, where the sun's light was no longer warm and the snow cracked instead of crunched. The wolf carried himself from the mountain's slopes to the place where dragons lived, Sky Hell.

The first cave, he ignored. It was never the first entrance to find a dragon, and often not the second or third, either. They trapped their mountain from top to bottom with ways to stop people like him, and they never made it easy.

Though, if they made it easy, we'd never get paid this much, he thought as he leaned against the ice wall behind him. If they were easy to kill, they wouldn't be this much of a threat.

It had started before he was born, but he remembered the stories of the fire that spread from the Great Mountains across the land beneath. Dragons were the first threat, but they weren't the last. Armies of lizard-folk, cavalry mounted on drakes that couldn't fly but could burn as hot as their great feral cousins, and more had come flooding out of the mountains, carrying away his people and more besides. There had been no escape from the burning death, and many cities had perished.

Since then, wolves, felines, and other species had pushed back. It had taken them almost thirty years, but they'd claimed the land that had been taken away. Only the mountains and about ten miles around them remained under the control of the dragons and their minions and monsters. By the time that Lorkos died, the wolf expected that to be halved again.

Up, up, up he went, where the rock was covered with ice in every location, and the ground conspired to try and trip him and throw him back down the mountain. The wolf's tail constantly twitched, helping him keep his balance as best it could, and the spikes under his boots kept him from sliding too far with each step. He knew his business. He should, after this long.

Finally, once he had climbed high enough for the clouds to take him and the mountain around him, he knew he'd arrived. Heat burst through a hole in the rock, melting ice and warming the air around him. It was the place. This was where the dragon's lair began.

Let's see how much you've prepared for me, Amarill.

The armored wolf stepped up to the hole, one hand testing the edge of the cavern. It was still hot, almost burning him through his armor, which meant that the dragon inside had only recently returned. Good. It would be tired from flying around, which would make it easier for him to kill. Lorkos smiled, stepping around the corner of the cavern mouth, and descended into the dimness. The light on the cavern wall, old bits of flames and the heat from the depths of the mountain, guided him down.

Every step was followed by a clink and a clank, his armor shifting around him. There was no point in keeping quiet, so he didn't bother. Amarill would have known he was coming from the start, as every dragon knew when someone had entered their lair. There was never any sneaking up on them, only weathering the traps until he was close enough to strike an ending blow. So he pushed forward, drawing his sword and holding it in front of him. Every so often, he tapped it against a wall, testing to see if it would crack or break down to reveal a trap.

Three times, he almost fell for one. Once, when the ceiling caved in, dropping spikes of rock in his path. Once, when he was dropping down and his weight almost sent him tumbling through the floor to lava below. Once, when he was at a cross section of the mountain and was almost crushed beneath a giant boulder. Each time, he made it through by the skin of his teeth, and each time, the wolf's annoyance turned to anger. Amarill would die today, for these attempts on his life if nothing else.

The light of the depths had grown almost as bright as the sun by the time he heard the stirring breath of the great dragon. He paused at the tunnel exit, taking his time to survey the room ahead. He could see the stolen gold of the dragon stretching as far as the eye could see, supplemented with both tribute from the burning years and gifts from underlings. Armor lay sprawled out along the treasure, likely other knights that had tried to do what he did, and he knew that he had just as good a chance as they to die here.

He clutched his sword tighter, shaking his head a few times. It wouldn't happen. He wouldn't let it happen.

The dragon would be close to the center of the treasure pile, and just as before, there would be no sneaking up on Amarill. There would only be a mad dash. If he could get close, if he could get his sword into the dragon's neck, or underneath and into the fire sacs, then he could kill the beast. If he was slowed down, if he tripped, if he stumbled over a piece of treasure that he didn't see until he was upon it -

Well, there were a hundred ways to kill yourself fighting a dragon. He hoped clumsiness would not be his killer today.

With one last deep breath, he lunged forward and ran around the corner. His boots immediately started slipping on the coins, but he forced himself to move faster, running towards the glimmers of red ahead of him. It was already moving, head turning towards him, and warning sparks were already flaring around the dimly-lit snout. He looked to the side, saw a standing suit of armor, and leaped for it.

The fire burst around him, streaming around melting metal. It had saved him, but it wouldn't be good for another shield. Lorkos waited just long enough for the fire to fade before running again, straight at the dragon.

The big red swept his foreleg forward, and coins flew at him like arrows. He lowered his head, feeling them slamming into the top of his head and his chest like stones, and one clipped the edge off of his ear before it ended. The painful barrage didn't dissuade him, however, and as he looked up, he realized he was there. He lifted his sword with pride, swinging it back as Amarill growled at him, and stabbed upwards.

Hot blood sprayed over his hand, and he knew he'd succeeded. The wolf grinned as he pulled back, yanking his sword free as the great red collapsed before him. Scurrying back to avoid any further flame bursts, he sat down on the pile of treasure to watch the scourge of the mountain die.

"It's been too long, old lizard. Today, you pay the price...and I get the rewards."

"And pray tell, what do I get?"

A second voice, female. Lorkos jumped to his feet, but it was too late. Another red limb came sweeping out of the darkness, this one slamming him to the ground so hard that his sword went flying to the shadows on the other side of the room. He grunted, trying to catch his breath as he looked up at his attacker.

It was a dragoness, not a dragon, and one that was almost as big as Amarill himself. That was to say, she was larger than five horses run end to end, and her wings would have covered almost the length of a village street. Her tail swayed slowly as she looked back at the great red on the treasure pile, and her eyes narrowed down at him as she realized what had happened.

"You killed him."

"It's what I do."

"I know you, Lorkos."

Oh...well...that could be...bad...

The way she pushed down on him, he was quite certain that it was very bad. The pressure almost made him choke, and he coughed and sputtered beneath her weight as she pressed down more and more firmly. It didn't take long before his lungs were completely emptied as she glared down at him, slowly shaking her head.

"I know you. The wolf that has killed a hundred of the lizards. The howling death of dragons. Your sword has claimed the hearts-blood of too many of my people. Too many, by far..."

"You came down from the mountains to attack us. You sealed your fate."

"We took what we wanted, and stopped. You were never burned. Your generation was never touched. Yet you come and kill us as if we attacked you personally."

The dragoness snarled at him, her teeth so close to his head that he worried that a single angry word from her would chop off his muzzle and feed her. So he pressed his head to the stone floor, hoping that she would calm down.

Unfortunately, she didn't. She pressed down more firmly than ever, and he swore he felt a rib popping beneath his armor from the way that she held him. It was like a feeling a boulder crushing him, only there was no way he could shift it to one side or the other. Thick claws dug into the ground around him, keeping her from pulling back even if she wanted to.

"Amarill will have his revenge on you, as will I. Do you know how many of my people you've killed, Lorkos?"

"I stopped keeping count after twenty."

"It has been over a hundred. One hundred twenty-nine, to be precise."

"It's been worth it. Are you going to kill me, then?"

"That wouldn't do anything for my people. No...no, I have something better in mind."

The sudden change in tone, hearing her sound almost happy, sent a shudder down his spine. A dragoness sounding happy was a danger for anyone that was not a dragon. For the first time, he struggled beneath her claws, but there was no escape. All he did was bruise his head as he threw himself back and forth.

The dragoness held up her other foreleg, and the claws at the end of it began to glow with a red and blue fire. They stretched and warped around each other, forming a spiral, and then a rod, and then some sort of hole. It stayed in that shape, warping upwards into a slit before she smiled to herself. It floated from her fingers to her 'palm' as she looked down at him, her lips turning down into another angry growl.

"For all that you've done, I punish you."

One forepaw came up, but only to let the other come crashing down. It slammed into the armor that covered his legs and groin, and the heat of the spell left him screaming. Sure that he had been incinerated at this level of heat, Lorkos rolled onto his side, curling into a ball as he felt it burning through him, pressing into his middle and then spreading out to his spine. The heat rushed up to his head, and then down to his toes and his fingers, making him feel like the fire was alive in his blood, seeking out fuel, burning away anything that was in his way. It ached, it hurt, it was agony.

Then, slowly, over the course of a minute, it diminished again. It pulled back from burning through his whole body, dragging itself out of his legs and his arms, and settling first in his chest, and then further down, in his belly. Then further down again, constantly pulling itself back inwards towards his...groin?

Lorkos panted as the heat seemed to pull something else along with it, though he didn't recognize it until he realized that everything felt loose, sloppy, in a way that it never had before. He looked down at his crotch, feeling the heat situating itself in a place that should have been impossible. The wolf hissed, grabbing at the straps for his armor as the red dragon loomed over him. Her smirk was ignored as he yanked the plate off, pulling the leather undergarment out of the way to see -

"No..."

Red scales bloomed between his legs, spreading out along his inner thighs and behind him, over his buttocks and the lower part of his back. In the front, it went from his taint all the way up to his waist, and spread out to the tops of his legs. But worst of all, far worst of all, was the fact that...that...

"I...You..."

His armored finger reached down tentatively, almost touching the new hole between his legs. It was like a gash, at first, but then slowly tightened up until it was nothing more than a too-familiar slit. He'd never seen one from this angle before, and he never wanted to.

The wolf looked up at the dragoness, begging for some sort of proof that this was an illusion. Dragons could do that, and he prayed that this was all it was...but no. The dragoness chuckled to herself, looking down at him and shaking her head.

"For all that you've done, your death would never be enough to satisfy us. Instead, you will pay back everything that you've taken. You will be the start of our restoration. You, Lorkos...will repopulate the dragon race."

"How...I can't...you..."

"You'd be surprised what can fit into you now...or what you can push out, for that matter."

Screaming in blind rage, the wolf threw himself to his feet. Not even caring that he was exposing himself to a dragon, he threw himself towards her...and fell to his knees as the fire raged through him again, every muscle between his shoulders and his knees spasming, and fluids dripping from between his legs. His fingers clenched, desperate to be around the dragon's throat, but every time he squeezed, the pain and the pleasure between his legs grew worse, stronger, more powerful.

It wasn't until he stopped struggling that it faded, and even then not entirely. He continued to shiver, his body burning from the use it was put through, and his new...sex...continued to drip.

He looked up as the red dragon laid down, her forelegs crossed over each other.

"Now that you've seen what comes of trying to threaten me...let's talk about your new life."

End of Part 1