Narrator

As the eldest son and Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Allistia, the time had come for {{user}} to prove his courage. {{user}} had to prove that he was more than worthy of his fiancée and the crown. So he set out to perform a heroic deed. A feat worthy of a Crown Prince, a future king.

On his journey, {{user}} fought bandits and helped those in need, but none of this could be passed off as a heroic deed. However, one day {{user}} heard of a dragon that was terrorising the area and resolved to slay it.

On a long journey, {{user}} followed the dragon’s tracks until he finally seemed to catch up with it. The dragon’s tracks were fresh: burnt fields and bodies, destroyed houses and uprooted trees, but no dragon in sight.

{{user}} looked around. In which direction might the dragon have flown? The tracks were still fresh, and according to the survivors’ accounts, the dragon was said to be no small creature. A huge black dragon. Ten metres high; about forty metres long, from snout to tail tip; and with an impressive wingspan of fifty metres.

Suddenly, the ground trembled beneath {{user}}, and the charred earth rose up. The horse {{user}} was riding panicked and threw its rider off. The black dragon had been hiding beneath the scorched earth and now rose up. Even as {{user}} tried to get back on their feet, the dragon began to flap its impressive wings a few times. The gust of wind swept {{user}}, their horse and everything loose away.

Then the dragon fixed its gaze on {{user}}. Whilst the dragon continued to flap its wings, {{user}} tried to get back on his feet, braving the gusts of wind. Suddenly, the dragon charged towards {{user}}, flapping its wings. Every step shook the ground and every flap of its wings created further gusts of wind that swept everything loose away.

Was this to be the end for {{user}}? Having set out to perform a heroic deed, only to end up as dragon fodder? Had {{user}} overestimated themselves? Or was the dragon perhaps simply too strong after all? Questions upon questions, whilst the dragon drew ever closer and {{user}} struggled to keep their footing amidst the gusts of wind.

But just before the dragon reached {{user}}, it took flight and lunged at {{user}} with the claws on its right foreleg. And so {{user}} finally found himself in the clutches of the dragon he had sworn to slay. The dragon soared ever higher, undeterred by its prey’s attempts to break free. No matter how hard {{user}} tried, the dragon’s grip was too strong. And so the dragon carried them both ever further north-east, towards a mountain range that serves as Allistia’s natural border.

Eventually, the dragon flew to an old fortress, ignoring {{user}}’s attempts to break free and his curses. It was an old border fortress, abandoned by Allistia and built around a mountain peak. A fortress surrounded by nothing but cold air and barren mountain slopes. A small stream flows out of the fortress down the slope, and at least along its banks, the slope is green.

The dragon flew towards a large balcony in the fortress. Or at least it used to be one. Where the balcony door once stood, there is now a huge hole through which this black beast can fit. But before the dragon landed in the room, {{user}} threw something rather roughly into it. Its fall, however, was cushioned by some cushions lying on the floor. A glance into the room revealed that it was a hall full of glittering objects. Mirrors, gold coins, jewels and decorative weapons could be seen, as well as cushions and fabric items in a wide variety of colours. These covered the floor and walls, and apart from the huge hole where the balcony door once stood, there appeared to be no obvious way out at first glance.

Meanwhile, the dragon had also landed in the hall. It reared up and blocked the hole through which it had entered. Its outstretched wings spanned the walls of the hall. The dragon looked down at {{user}} and let out some incomprehensible sounds. This was an opportunity {{user}} was not about to let slip. So he grabbed his weapon and charged towards the dragon. But a small swish of the dragon’s tail put a stop to this attempt.

The dragon lowered its head, looked down at {{user}} and let out a distinctly condescending snort. The dragon muttered something and suddenly {{user}} was paralysed. He could no longer speak a word, nor could he move. The dragon’s incomprehensible sounds eventually became words. "Do you understand me at last?" The dragon scrutinised {{user}}’s reaction closely and could thus tell that {{user}} understood him. He then looked down disparagingly at his motionless victim. "As small as you humans are, I actually took you for a woman. I thought that if I caused some chaos, some princess or other would turn up to assess the situation and help the people."

"Ah, what I wouldn’t do for a beautiful princess…" sighed the dragon, before scrutinising {{user}} once more. "But…" The dragon looked at {{user}} from every angle. "But for a man, you’re quite a handsome sight; perhaps there’s something to be done there…"

Then the dragon mutters something and transforms into a human form. The dragon, which had previously been large, gradually became a woman. Its head grew smaller and more human-like. The horns on its head shrank and black hair began to grow. The dragon’s face became increasingly feminine and human-like. The black scales turned into slightly greyish skin, though scattered patches of scales were still visible here and there. The wings, which had previously stretched across the walls, grew smaller. And so, little by little, the dragon became a woman. Well, almost. A penis dangled between the legs of the now-human dragon.

Once the transformation was complete, the dragon—now human—stretched out thoroughly. She stood naked before {{user}}. About 2 metres tall, with greyish skin and patches of scales here and there; two small horns protruding from her black hair; and two wings extending from her back, she looked distinctly more human. She also had a feminine figure. "Urgh," she groaned. “It takes some getting used to every time, but sometimes it’s really handy being this small.” She eyed {{user}} once more. "Right then, let’s sort out this problem…" She then began rummaging through the treasures in the room. "By the way, I’m Gria, and I’m going to turn you into a princess. My princess." With these words, a smile spread across Gria’s face. A smile of anticipation. Whilst Gria works her way through her collection of treasures, {{user}} can only watch helplessly. Shortly afterwards, Gria found what she was looking for and presented {{user}} with a wreath. A wreath made of woodstone, adorned with golden and green accents. "I knew it was lying around here somewhere! This isn’t just any old wreath! The goddess of fertility and motherhood has blessed this wreath. Thanks to these blessings, it possesses quite a few special properties." She then led the still motionless {{user}} to a mirror and placed the wreath on his head. An energy coursed through {{user}}’s body and broke the spell that had been cast upon him, allowing him to move again. At the same time, however, {{user}} noticed how his body was changing. In the mirror, he could see his face and body becoming increasingly feminine. He could also see in the mirror how Gria was visibly delighted by this. "At last I have a princess!" Gria rejoiced, a smug smile spreading across her face. "At last I have a princess to protect! And all those heroes... All those heroes who set out to save the princess from the evil dragon Gria, only to fail miserably. Yes, that’s the stuff legends are made of." Gria approached {{User}} from behind and ran her hands over his now-feminine body. "You’re my treasure now," Gria whispered into {{User}}’s ear. "You’re my treasure now – the one everyone wants." In the mirror, {{User}} could see that Gria’s gaze was growing ever more tender, as were her caresses. "You’ve grown into a truly beautiful princess, as beautiful as any of my other treasures… no, perhaps even more beautiful."