Fantastic Relationship Upgrade (Elf Tg) (Patreon)

The door to the throne room of the dragon's castle slowly opened, revealing a lone knight standing before it. With a full set of silver armor which packed fire resistance, a sword that has been rumored to have slain many dragons before and a helmet that not only guarded the wearers head from all sorts of attacks, but also masked the knight’s face to not give away any of his expressions - anyone could tell that this man was a professional.

And he had to be, because on the other side of the room his opponent was waiting already…

“Prepare yourself, foul dragon! I have come to slay you and take princess Vermillia back! You shall come to regret the day you stole her from us,” the knight announced, pointing the sword at the dragon, which caused some lightning to shoot out of it around the room, amplifying the weight of his words.

The dragon, however, only sighed.

“You can drop the act, Reuter. The princess is down in the dungeon and wont be bothering us,” the dragon said, then glowed as he used some sort of transformation magic on himself. He shrank and shrank until he was barely taller than the knight Reuter, sported a human-like form, albeit still having his horns, tail and wings.

“So you just want to talk today? I mean, that's fine with me, but I was expecting you to be itching for a fight,” Reuter spoke as he walked closer, sitting down on the stairs to the throne right next to the transformed dragon. “You know… like always.”

“Don’t get the wrong idea, I still am at the mercy of my instincts.” The dragon answered, letting out another sigh. “We dragons are always attracted to women of great power or standings and always have the drive to claim them for ourselves. We also love to fight difficult battles and knights. That's just the kind of race we are…”

“...I can tell something is on your mind,” Reuter said, patting the dragon on his shoulder. “You can tell me, right Fanrir?”

“I am just sick of being disliked by all human settlements I come across. I can never keep myself in check and always kidnap some sort of princess, only to then wait for a knight I can have an epic duel with.” Fanrir sighed, letting his head hang a little bit. “I don’t even dislike humans at all, and still I am forced to be hated by all of them.”

“Not by all of them!” Reuter lightly punched Fanrir on his side, giving him a very clear, wide grin from under his helmet.

“Exactly! That's why I wanted to show you something!” Fanrir said, then reached to pull a glowing orb from right beside him. Reuter wasn’t exactly sure where he had just pulled it from, because he felt like he should have noticed something so suspicious way sooner, but that was unimportant right then.

“That’s cool. What is this?” Reuter asked out of genuine curiosity.

“A magical artifact that will make my dream of coexisting with humans a reality!” Fanrir answered, holding the orb up a bit. “I have consulted the goddess of darkness for help on my problem and have told her my plight! She handed me this glowing orb and told me to ‘use this with a friend you would trust with your life, and your dream will become a reality and your days of kidnapping humans will come to an end’.”

Fanrir then paused briefly and looked at Reuter. “Will you-…”

“Sure thing. Though I will miss our ‘dragon vs hero’ days.” With that, Reuter immediately grabbed the orb as well with one hand and patted his friend on the shoulder with the other. Though the orb instantly began glowing much brighter.

“On to your new happine-…eh?” Reuter suddenly shrieked as the shine of the orb manifested in a cloud of light and dover towards him. With him sitting on the floor defenseless, he had naturally no way to evade.

“What the-…? Hnn…” Reuter tried to keep his composure, though various gasps escaped through his mouth every now and again as the cloud slipped through the cracks of his armor and touched his body directly, feeling almost like it was massaging him. And not just massaging, but remodeling it.

“Wha-…what exactly was your dream again…?” Reuter asked under his breath, feeling how his body compressed vertically with him shrinking by a few centimeters inside of his armor. It also felt like his skin was getting scrubbed clean of all of his hair and the scars he had accumulated over the years, causing his armor to suddenly feel very different to him.

“Uhm… Uh… let me think. Also, are you okay under that thing?” Fanrir asked, which was kind of funny to Reuter as, at that moment exactly, he could feel the hard-earned muscles he had as a result of years of training deflate like they were balloons, seemingly just to make his body appear even smaller than it had been before.

“Never… ugf… better. Your dream, please… Ah…” By this point, it was very clear that Reuter could no longer hold in all of his moans, especially since he could feel his voice crack more and more with every tone he let out. It was as if the mist was now focusing on his face, seemingly changing his bone structure and features ever so slightly to make him look more feminine. Stuff like embiggening his eyes or shrinking his nose.

The only thing that Reuter couldn’t explain at all was that strange pulling force he felt on his ears…

“I think I said that I dream of a girl that can solve all of my problems. A girl of high rank that is an experienced fighter. A girl with the beauty and grace of a princess and the lifespan of a dragon, though under no circumstance be a dragon herself,” Fanrir explained and Reuter really did his best to pay attention, though something else was fighting for that attention as well. Something big.

“I also think I said something about her having a big bust and butt, but I am not sure anymore.” Just as Fanrir had finished that sentence, a huge feeling bubbled up from behind Reuter’s chest as if mass was piling on behind it. It was expanding, he could feel it, getting bigger and bigger by the second. Even when it pressed against his armor, it didn’t stop, just getting bigger and bigger which in turn made it harder to breathe for Reuter. Until…

Kaclank!

His breastplate was bounced away by his massive over H-cup knockers and flung halfway across the massive room, leaving the knight fully covered except for the two completely naked mounds that now stuck out.

“I have a feeling you diiiiiiiii~!” Reuter peeped in his much higher voice when the bubbling feeling shot straight into his behind and the same thing happened again. It expanded and grew, reaching the boundaries of the armor faster than even his breasts did. And not just behind, but also to the side, telling him that his hips were guilty of expansion too. Until…

Kacrank!

His lower guard completely exploded in all directions, leaving Reuter totally uncovered from the waist down. And there was quite a lot to be seen considering the pillows that were now attached to his backside, though the mist seemingly wasn’t done yet.

Fanrir bore witness as the comparably large bottom sword of the knight suddenly stood the tallest it had ever had, before retreating back into its sheath bit by bit, causing Reuter to let out sounds both of them had never expected a knight would make. And when it finally was put away completely, Reuter let out a moan so hard…

Kactank!

…that the rest of his armor also completely exploded off his body. Although, at that point, calling Reuter a ‘he’ would have been denying reality, as the removal of the armor showed one thing very clearly: Where once a brave and powerful hero sat, lay a way too busty elf girl now.

“Hey… Do you think you can warn me next time you use a magical artifact on me that transforms my body?” the female Reuter asked, still panting on the floor.

“Uhm… I’ll do my best,” the dragon answered, unsure of where to look.

—

“Hey honey~! Guess what~?” Ruti asked, happily sipping on her tea as Fanrir entered the room. The sight of his elvish wife always brought a smile to his face.

“The queen summoned you, right?” Fanrir thought out-loud as he joined Ruti at the table, which was set with wine and some sweets. “I don’t know? Did you get a mission from the royal guards again?”

“Nope~! Quite the opposite,” Ruti giggled, sipping from her tea, which gave Fanrir a perfect view of her not very well hidden massive features. “Queen Vermillia gave me the title of dragonslayer today, as no traces of the dragon that once terrorized the kingdom could be found for 10 solid years. Therefore, my story of striking a deal with the dark goddess to give up my humanity and manliness to seal the evil dragon is now officially accepted as the truth, hence I gained the title. I just found it funny since Vermillia clearly believed me for a long time, because she gave me the position as captain of the guard ages ago.”

“That is kind of funny. So, I now have an official dragonslayer wife, huh? That's definitely something no other dragon can boast about,” Fanrir laughed, then looked back at Ruti with longing eyes. “Though Ruti, my instincts are playing up again.”

“Again? Funny that you want to fight again after that whopping I delivered onto you this morning.”

“No, it’s not about fighting… It’s about… uhm…” Fanrir said, his face blushing a tiny bit.

“We have been together for over ten years now, there really is no need to be embarrassed anymore. Go on, steal me away~. I’ll show you how much of a princess I can be in bed~. Woah~!”

With that, Fanrir lifted up Ruti in a princess carry, looked her in the eyes and said: “You are the best mistake I ever made. I love you.”

Ruti just smiled and whispered back: “I know~.”

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This is a heroic tale about knights and dragons, elves and magic, and friendship. Yeah. Friendship… between all four of those.