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Slayer or Layer 21

For Lorvianne

By Draconicon

Lorkos skirted the edge of the engagement in the forest, keeping low and avoiding the mix of arrows and spells that filled the air. The shaman was as good as his word, showing power that warped the forest and dragged creatures and plants alike from the ground to fight for the tribe. There were dead bodies of warriors and hunters alike scattered across the forest floor, but the tribe was losing men faster than the hunters were.

Even with the shaman, the tide was turning against the tribe. They would not be able to hold out forever.

Then I'll just have to make use of it for as long as I can.

The wolf managed to avoid being seen as he made his way around the edge of the battle, then out of the forest. The rumble and screaming of the conflict behind him continued to fill his ears as he entered the hunter campsite.

They must have set it up as a place to rest after the battle, because the tents were already pitched, the horses corralled in the back of the tent, and the supplies were set out with a minimum of guards. Only two men, from what he could tell, and that was scarcely something that would keep him away.

Lorkos kept low, making his way around the edge of the camp to the corral at the far end. A little sabotage left the rope fence weak, with a gap in one area that the horses would be more than happy to take advantage of when they were spooked, which he was sure that they would be shortly. He smiled to himself, circling around the camp again towards the supplies on the south side.

He gathered up enough rations to hold him for the trip to the capital, gathered a couple of whetstones, and then began searching tents as he went. There was a bit of copper there, a bit of silver here, even a few golds when he checked the bigger, better tents. He pocketed it all, and then made his way to the north side of the camp again.

The wolf squatted down at the edge of the corral, watching the hunters that had been assigned to patrol the camp, watching them as they made their way to the far end. He wanted to make sure that they had as little time as possible to stop him, considering that he really didn't want to be seen.

After all, he'd killed enough people today. He didn't want to add to the body count.

When they were barely in sight, he held his hands over his muzzle and started to blow air in a very different way. Rather than a whistle or a bird-call, he started imitating the sound of a very, very annoying insect. A high-pitched whirring sound, like a buzzing fly that was about to bite and snap along the ears of a horse.

It had just the response that he was hoping for.

With a loud whinny and a screaming neigh, the herd broke into a run, rushing for the edges of the corral. There were a few false starts, a couple of attempted hurdles, but soon, one of them found the gap that Lorkos had left.

And as soon as one found it, the rest followed.

He laughed under his breath as the herd fled the sound, running for the north as fast as their hooves would carry them. He jumped on one, letting it carry him while leaning to the side to avoid being seen. The hunters in the camp were shouting for the horses to stop, to come back, but it was as useless as ever.

He let the horse carry him for a half-mile or so to the north, then pulled himself the rest of the way into the saddle, calling his new mount to a stop. He shook his head, rubbing his back and his arms, and then pulled on the reins. They must have just put the horses in, not expecting to be there long.

All the better for him.

"Come on, boy...let's head south."

It was a long ride. He had to take a trail off to the side of the main road for a good number of miles, walking the stallion so that it didn't get spotted by the hunters still fighting. He made sure to keep to the far side of the road for at least five miles before he joined it again, just to make sure. Before going any further, he removed the saddle, tossing it into the forest so that nobody knew just who it belonged to, and checked the horse for any brands that might give him away.

There were none, thankfully.

He rode the horse with nothing but a saddle blanket, an uncomfortable way of riding if ever there was one. By the time that he reached the next inn further down the road - one further on from the one he'd stayed at the previous night - he was thankful that he no longer had balls. They would have been crushed during his passage down the road and the spine of the horse.

He groaned as he dismounted, pulling the rust-colored horse to the stables before entering the common room. It was less crowded, this time, and there were no musicians playing songs to fill the room with other noise. Lorkos sighed. He supposed that was the way of things.

He walked up to the bartender as he had done the night before, offering one of the silver coins that he had pilfered.

"A room."

"You got it. Need the key now?"

"No, but food would be good."

"Got some beef on the go."

"Bring me some."

He sat down, knowing that some pretty woman would be along before long with the order. The bartender brought him an ale, not much of one, but enough to take the dust out of his throat.

As he sipped at it, one of the other men in the common room walked over to him. This one was another canine, a husky, thick across the shoulders but with a goofy sort of smile that looked friendlier than it should. Not in a bad way, but in the way that made him think that the husky wasn't quite grown up yet in his head.

The wagging tail didn't help.

"So, you new around here?" the husky asked, sitting down across the table from him.

"New enough. Just making my way to the capital."

"Oh? Why's a dusty wolf like you heading there?"

"Got someone that I need to find."

"Pack?"

"Mage."

The husky whistled, and Lorkos sighed, shaking his head.

"Don't rub it in. Gonna be hard enough to get a meeting as it is."

"Heh, sorry. What do you need to meet with him for?"

"My business."

"Heh, maybe I can help. I got some connections..."

"Yeah? And what kind of connections are those?"

"Let's just say that my family knows a lot of people in the magical business..."

Despite himself, Lorkos's ears perked up as one eyebrow raised. Curiosity and interest, and both shown more than he wanted. Sometimes, canine instincts were a problem. The husky chuckled.

"Heh, thought that would interest you. My name's Saluk. Saluk of the house of Rum."

"Lorkos." They shook hands. "I'm intrigued. What kind of connections?"

"My family knows one of the archmages of one of the bigger guilds. Might take a few days - and a bit of persuading - but I think we can get you in...if you interest me enough and make me want to."

And there was the rub. Lorkos grumbled, pushing his drink off to the side. He had seen enough dandies to know one when he saw one, and he was damn sure that this husky was propositioning him.

He wasn't interested in males. Not unless the curse made that happen. The idea of putting himself down for another guy to fuck was bad enough, but the idea of doing it without having the urge that the curse gave him was...well, it was infuriating. There would be nothing to make him feel like he was in the mood, nothing that would give him that push to do what he needed to do in order to please someone else.

But at the same time, he knew that there was not much else he could do. The archmages of the capital kept to their own schedule, and not even the king and his nobles could do much without some leverage.

If I don't take this deal...

Lorkos stroked the handle of his mug with a thumb, the wolf telling himself to be careful again. The last thing that he needed to do was make another mistake like the one that got him stuck with that lizard tribe. If he made that kind of mistake again, he damn well deserved to get caught.

He's rich enough to have connections. And connections means people that he can talk to, people that will spread the word about the stuff that he wants. What he does. What people he knows does. Don't let him see your pussy, he thought.

"What kind of...interest...do you need stoked?" he asked.

"Oh, just a little...carnality."

Saluk nodded toward the stairs at the back of the room, and the wolf knew exactly what was being asked.

"I'll have to tell you, I don't...top," Lorkos said, blushing despite himself.

"Even better."

"And you won't get it in my mouth."

"I don't care about that. I just care about one hole. So, dusty one, come along..."

The wolf stood up as the husky did the same, trying not to think about what he was doing. Whoring himself out again, something that he had hoped he'd never have to do after he'd given up his body up on the mountain. But...

If it got him access to the archmages...

They walked up the stairs, the husky taking him to whatever room that the rich male had set aside for this. They stepped through a door with two locks, the husky gesturing towards the four-poster bed at the far end of the room.

"Get undressed and put that tail up, wolfy."

"I'd prefer to keep my clothes on, and just tug down the back."

"Heh..."

The husky gripped his ass, and Lorkos bit his lip to keep from growling in the back of his throat.

"You better do what I tell you, heh," the husky said. "After all, if you don't...well, I might just tell the archmages that you're not worth talking to."

"..."

It was a risk, and a big one, too. If he stripped down, he'd be showing off his pussy, letting the husky see it. He couldn't rely on the other canine being so stupid as to not see the scales, and if there were any questions...

Wait...

"Look...I'm a bit...nervous about this," Lorkos said. "How about...how about we share a couple of drinks first?"

The husky opened his mouth, but the wolf cut him off.

"I'll pay. My treat. Wine, beer...whatever. Just something so that we can both relax, huh?"

"...You're lucky you're cute. Fine."

Half an hour and several bottles of wine later, a far tipsier wolf and husky returned to the bedroom. Neither of them were completely with it, and Lorkos would be lying if he said that he wasn't as drunk as the husky was.

They fell into the bed, his clothes slipping off his hips as the husky peeled them off of him. He knew that there was every chance that the other canine would see his pussy. Hell, there was a good chance that the puffed-up popinjay would smell it. But he was drunk enough - Lorkos hoped - that the big guy wouldn't remember anything come morning.

He fell onto all fours, the wolf throwing his tail in the air and trying to wiggle his ass enticingly. He didn't like the idea of doing this, but the alcohol was making it easier to feel okay with...

Well, just about everything, really.

Even when he felt a cock sliding between his ass cheeks, one that was most definitely not scaly and not enticing to him, he wasn't hating it the way that he had been with the gloryholes on the mountain. He might not be eager for it, but it didn't quite chase him off.

The wolf pushed his ass up a bit higher, feeling that slippery cock rubbing between his ass cheeks. Saluk was saying something, but it was so hard to think with so much wine in his system.

Just fuck me, he thought.

And the husky did...

But in the wrong hole. The very wrong, very wet, very feminine hole.

Mmmph...please...fucking forget...this in the morning... he thought as he was pulled down into the darkness of sex and drunkenness, and eventually, sleep.

The End