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It was the first day of Spring over the kingdom of Novae, a time that most people celebrated as a time of getting out of the blanket of Winter. For Knight-Errant Eckard, however, it was a time of absolute dread. Over the winter he had been given an ultimatum by the circle of elder knights to improve his standing before the start of Spring or else face immediate expulsion from the order. He had tried his hardest, trained every day all day while the cold winter swirled around the barracks, but as that same snow began to thaw he had gotten his latest reviews and they had been just as poor as ever. Now the time had come, and as he toured the barracks he realized that it may be the last time he would ever tour those halls.

Eckard walked down the long flight of winding stairs to the vault where all of the order's dangerous and magical artifacts have been collected since the founding of the order. It was time for squires to be knighted this evening and the elders had given Eckard the task of retrieving the sword of the Order's founder. He finally reached the vault door and took out the key to unlock it. The key almost reached the keyhole before he dropped it on the floor with a loud clang. "Goddamn it!"

He picked up the key and slid it in without trouble and turned it in the lock. Once he heard the click he opened the heavy metal door and went inside. He lit a torch in the windowless room and began to make his way to the back of the vault where the Knight's sword was kept. As he walked, a glint of light caught his eye that caused him to turn toward it to get a better look. It was another sword, one he had never seen before. The blade seemed to be made of ivory and was slightly contoured, and the base was set in gold in the shape of a dragon devouring the blade.

His curiosity got the better of him and Eckard took the strange blade off its stand. In the back of his mind he heard an elder ordering him NOT to touch anything, reminding him several times before he went down into the artifacts section. He shook his head and ran his hand over the smooth material of the blade, wishing he would one day get the honor of wielding one of them in battle. In his daydreaming state his finger accidentally brushed against the edge, hissing in pain as he looked down and saw that he had cut the tip of his finger.

"Can't even handle a blade right..." he muttered as he quickly put the artifact sword back in the case. His finger throbbed slightly as a small trickle of blood oozed down the wound. It wasn't a bad nick though and if he was late to bring the sword to the ceremony then he would be severely reprimanded. As he grabbed the large blade from the middle of the display case it nearly caused him to topple over, the weight of the sword nearly double what he was used to. Even so he struggled to carry it like he would a normal sword, though by the time he had gotten back up the stairs his arms burned from the exertion.

Eckard huffed and puffed his way to the great hall. All around him he could hear the snickering and chuckles of his fellow brothers as he struggled to carry the greatsword to the end of the hall. Elder Ryan shook his head at the pathetic knight-errant. "It took you long enough, Eckard..." He gestured to the table behind him, "Place it on the table...gently if you please."

The young man lifted the sword and attempted to heave it onto the large table, but his left heel caught the edge of the step and he lost balance. He yelled as he fell backward and crashed on his back. He struggled to get back up, but the large sword had him pinned. Elder Ryan let out a long sigh and picked the sword up with one hand and respectfully laid it on the table. "Your incompetence has reached the end of my patience...go back to your room until the ceremony, I will not have any more distractions. The other elders and I will discuss your fate after the ceremony is complete."

Eckard stood up and looked around at the other knights and squires who were laughing at him. He slowly walked out of the great hall, his head hanging in shame as he could feel his cheeks burn with embarrassment. He reached his room in the barracks, walking in and shutting the door behind him. He was relieved his roommate was not in the room to see him in his shame.

"I can't..." he started to stutter, the sadness and guilt and anger all roiling into one. "I just want... they don't understand... I tried so hard..." As he laid there in his bed a sudden pain caused him to remember the cut he had received earlier. It had to be cleaned, even the cleanest blades could cause nasty problems if they weren't treated correctly, so he had to at least wash it out. Now that he was aware of his wound once more his entire finger started to throb, a slightly worrying sign as he made his way to the washbasin.

Once Eckard got to the shared bathroom he lit one of the candles, the flame filling the room with a soft glow as he went to the pewter basin to clean up. As he brought his hand to the water he suddenly let out a small gasp of surprise as he looked down at it. The area all around the cut had turned an angry red color, and his entire finger was swollen all the way down to the joint. At first he feared infection, though there was no puss or other sign and the area didn't feel warm to the touch. In fact it was quite the opposite, the skin hard and cold as he ran his finger over it. "Some kind of scab maybe?" He mused to himself, trying to wrap his head around a reasonable explanation.

A knock on the door and the sound of it swinging open announced that his roommate had returned. "Eckard...Eckard, are you in here?" The door to the washroom opened and a tall slender elf stood in the doorway. "You doing ok, friend?"

Xanryn had always been kind to Eckard, always there for moral support when there was none to be had by the other knights-in-training. His golden blonde hair was tied back with a ponytail, which unintentionally showed more of his bright green eyes. He was dressed in his ceremonial armor and was very pleasing to the eye. Eckard had to shake his head of that last thought, not even sure of where it had come from in the first place. He just smiled and said, "today is not about me, it is your day to be honored."

"We are all to be honored by this day." Xanryn replied, returning the smile as he moved to Eckard and patted him on the shoulder, the knight-errant quickly hiding his hand behind his back to prevent his friend from worrying. "Like the Council says, when one of us rises through the ranks it is because we were all there supporting and helping them. So when you're standing there I want you to remember that is because of you I can do so, my friend."

Eckard could feel his body become flush with slight embarrassment that his friend would regard him so highly, even though he more than likely had held him back on more than one occasion. He could feel his hand throb once more, as though it sensed his wariness and gave him something else to think on. "Let's just get you to the ceremony so that you can actually attain 'our' honor." He tried to say jokingly as he moved back to the commons to get dressed for the event.

Eckard began to take off his uniform and happened to look down at his finger again. He gasped as he saw his hand, the red coloration on his finger had spread to the flesh of the back of his hand and the fingernail had turned a deep black color. "Is something the matter?" His mind snapped back to reality and he quickly replied, "N-nope, everything is..." he turned to face the elf, "...fine."

Had seen his elf roommate bathe before, but for some reason he couldn't stop thinking about him naked. His soft ivory skin, the firm yet supple muscles on his tall frame. Eckard began to breathe heavily as he thought of Xanryn in a most unflattering light. A feeling of dread and pleasure ran through him as Xanryn walked over to him. The elf put his hand on his cheek to try and console him, but all that managed was his cock growing hard in his undergarments. "Perhaps we should see the clerics, you are feeling quite hot."

While to most with a hand like Eckard's that would have been a very reasonable idea, the thought of someone looking at his condition only made him recoil slightly. "Ah... no, just was doing some sword exercises before I came up." He lied, and though it made him feel guilty to do so with his friend his swollen hand once more throbbed in a pleasurable manner, as though rewarding him. There was a lump in his throat as he tried to swallow, realizing now just how close he was to the fair elf and how much that closeness seemed to affect him. He turned away before Xanryn could see the bulge he was sporting in his tight breeches and shuffled to his armor to try and hide the unwanted arousal.

"If you are sure...you know you can talk to me about anything, Eckard. If something is bothering you, I want to help."

His changing mind took that as an invitation to something else and his cock throbbed tight against his breeches. It took all of his willpower to stop his hand from reaching into them and committing a sin in front of Xanryn. "You can't help what is wrong with my body..." Xanryn cocked his head to the side a little, perplexed by what he meant as Eckard struggled to get a hold of himself.

"At least let me help you with your breastplate, I don't want you to fall over like last time," He chuckled. The elf picked up the ceremonial breastplate and lowered it over Eckard's shoulders. The young knight tried to keep his eyes off of the elf as he helped him tighten the straps down. "See? Don't you look handsome?" he smiled trying to cheer his friend up.

"Yeah, yeah I guess." Eckard replied, his friend's complement somehow calming him. "Listen Xanryn... I think there's something I need to tell you...."

The elf's face suddenly turned serious, with a hint of sadness in it as he turned Eckard. "Eckard... you don't have to tell me, I already know." Eckard felt his stomach nearly flip over as his friend looked him in the eyes, wondering how in the world he could possibly know what he felt. Unless... a small thought welled up in his mind, perhaps he saw the signs of his arousal? Fear took grip of his heart as he tried to think of what he could possibly say to get out of it when Xanryn spoke first. "I heard... I heard that the others want to expel you from the Knights, and that it might actually happen."

The metal of their breastplates clanged together as Xanryn brought Eckard in for a hug, the metal blessedly spacing them apart so that the human's still hard erection didn't jab his friend in the thigh. He let out a small sigh of relief, which quickly turned to a deep inhale as he caught the elf's scent. It was an aroma that he had never smelled before, something that caused his entire body to buzz as he held the hug for a little longer. Thankfully his friend was too wrapped up in trying to console him to notice, patting him on the back as he offered words of encouragement.

Eckard cleared his throat and gently pushed Xanryn away. "M-maybe we could get going..." It took all of his will to stop him from jacking off right then and there, the elf's scent still lingering in his nose. "Don't want to be late."

"You're certainly right." Xanryn said as he gave Eckard yet another reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Perhaps afterwards we can discuss means to prevent your fate from occurring, there is little I have to do after the ceremony is complete and I would enjoy sitting with your company as we discuss this. I'm sure with our minds put together we can think of a way to help you achieve knighthood!"

"I-I got something I think I should take care of real quick...I'll meet you at the Great Hall" The throbbing cock in his breeches was becoming more and more persistent. Little did he know that he was beginning to emit a subtle pheromone from his hard cock, almost like an aphrodisiac. The elf began to feel a slight stirring in his own loins, his lips moistening as thoughts of kissing the human crossed his mind.

The two men locked eyes, both of them right in the middle of dirty and sinful thoughts as they quickly averted their eyes away from each other. "Yeah, I'll see you there then Eckard." Xanryn said as he went out the door, adjusting himself once he was alone as Eckard breathed a small sigh of relief. His instincts had gotten so strong, the need to feel his friend's body press against his own, even in his own admonishment of his actions he was starting to grow more and more aroused. Thankfully though with the elf out of the room the sensations began to die down, though his cock remained hard against the confining leather as his hand once more throbbed, this time shooting a jolt up his arm into his shoulder.

He winced in pain as his arm began to throb at the same rate that his cock was. He began to breathe heavily and tried his best to relax. He managed to get the rest of his ceremonial armor on and slowly made his way to the Great Hall. He had to stop a few times to try and reign in the burning passion in his loins and the painful throbbing of his arm. "I probably need to see a cleric after this is done...but I can't let Xanryn down by not showing up..."

He sighed in relief as he reached the massive oak doors leading into the hall. From the sounds inside, the ceremony had already started! He tried his best to sneak in quietly, but ran into one of the other students and made a loud bang as metal hit metal. Half of the hall turned and looked to see what the sound was, but shook their heads and turned back after they saw who caused the interruption.

Eckard just sighed wearily to himself as he waited for the embarrassment to pass. His arm seemed to throb even more as he wished that he could find some way to not be such a detriment to the Order... though in a few hours it wouldn't matter much anyway. He began to wonder what he would do, being a knight was his entire purpose, and now that entire purpose was about to be yanked from him. He was so lost in his thoughts that he almost missed it as the beginning of the marching music was played. All the knights got up at once as the new initiates came into the ceremony hall, looking like proper knights that caused him to once more let out a small sigh.

As the new knights got to the front of the altar where their new swords sat waiting for him Eckard couldn't help but feel a small buzz of pride for his friend. The elf glanced back at him, a small smile on his face before he turned back to the head of the Order as he gave one of his long-winded speeches. Along with the feeling of pride, however, came another swell of arousal that caused him to gasp slightly. His armor suddenly began to feel slightly constricting on him as he watched the elf get handed the sword.

All he could think about in that moment was how cute his elf friend looked standing there, how much he wanted to make him his mate. He shook his head violently trying to get the impure thoughts out of his head. But every time he looked up at his friend, the thoughts of seeing him out of his armor and laying on his bed began to overtake him. With a loud grunt, he felt his cock spasm hard in his tight armor and cream the insides of his breeches. "What the..."

He looked up to see the angry scowls of student and teacher alike. His instinct to hide again was too much and he excused himself from the hall.

Xanryn looked out over the crowd to see his friend, but only saw the backside of him leaving. His smile turned into a frown. He knew that what he was just given, Eckard wanted it more than anything. The ceremony went on as the rest of the recruits graduated. The elf stood off to the side, hoping Eckard would return. "He must have gone back to the barracks..." he sighed. But in fact, the squire was actually still outside the door trying to make sense as to what was happening to his mind.

"This isn't... isn't happening..." Eckard muttered as he felt his own seed begin to run down his leg underneath his armor, which was starting to get very uncomfortable. He had to at least clean himself up before he could even think about going back into the main hall, especially as he could start to smell his own musk. Unfortunately he didn't get very far, as he started to move down the stone corridor and turn the corner the strap that held his leg armor in place snapped with a loud crack.

He looked down to see the armor barely hanging on by the other strap, but with another surge of his cock the leather strap snapped off. With a loud clank, his legs fell to the stone floor. His breeches were being stretched and the seams were beginning to split open. But what caught him off guard was the length of the cock that was crawling down his right leg. "What is happening to me?! I gotta get help..." But as he tried to move fast to get to the school cleric, the rubbing against his cock head sent another hard orgasm that brought him to his knees. He looked down to see a pool of warm, musky seed on the ground before him.

He wanted to stand back up, but his spine snapped as it began to lengthen. A pressure began to form at the base of his spine. A nub began to push out and slowly began to grow longer. His leg muscles began to bulk up and the sound of ripping echoed through the empty hall. His breeches were now hanging in shreds on his thicker legs. But his attention went back to his arm that was screaming in pain under the armor. "I need to take this off. I won't make it to the infirmary...gotta get to my room." He grunted in mixed pain and pleasure as he slowly walked to the barracks.

Meanwhile Xanryn moved swiftly through the hallways, trying to find his ailing friend. He had seen a look of discomfort of the human's face and it concerned him to the point where he left as soon as he had gotten his sword. As he turned one of the corners he smelled something strange in the air, as well as small pools of clear fluid on the stone. There was a loud clanging noise, followed by a grunting noise that caused him pause. Subconsciously he gripped the hilt of his sword as he crept forward...

Eckard moaned and grunted as he leaned against the wall. Another loud rip caused him to look down and stare at the monster that hung between his legs. His cock was now a full foot of throbbing sex meat, leaking pre onto the floor. His balls were bloated and full of tainted draconic seed, almost rivaling the size of grapefruits. It took all of what was left of his willpower to not jack off in the hallway right then and there. His clothes were stretched tight against his growing frame, new muscles filling in and bones becoming more dense.

"Eckard...is that you?" Xanryn said as he peaked around the corner, gasping loudly as he caught sight of the changing male and more prominently the cock that had exploded out of his breeches. His first thought was to run and get help, but the strong musky odor clouded his judgement enough that he just stood there dumbstruck. "'Eckard..."

"Xanryn... I..." Eckard moaned, the seams of his shirt popping as he looked over at his friend. His already half-hard cock grew stiff at the sight of the lovely elf. His mental protests of how wrong those thoughts were quickly eroded as his armor began to fall away. Shiny red scales could be seen as he took a step forward, thick claws sprouting out from the leather of his boots. "...need... you? So horny..."

"What has gotten into you?" The elf panted, trying to collect his thoughts. "We need to get you to the infirmary...your cock is not normal..so big..."

Xanryn could only stare at the still growing cock, watching it change and become something less human. The tip began to taper to a point as the veins pushed their way to the surface, turning it blood red. Eckard hissed in pleasure as the base of his new found maleness began to bulge out. His knot grew thicker and thicker until it was the size of his draconic hand. "Please! Help me! I can't take this anymore! Need to do something with this...need you to make me feel goood!"

The elf was frozen in place, all the training that he had endured both physically and mentally evaporated him as his eyes were focused on that huge, dripping tool that hung between Eckard's legs. As much as it should have repulsed him he was... intrigued by it, his nostrils flaring as he found his own groin becoming quite restrictive. Eckard was his best friend... and he was asking, no begging, for his help. To deny him of that would be cruel, especially as it continued to expand and grow along with his friend's body as he subconsciously licked his lips. "Yes... yes... I'll help you my friend." The elf said, his thin fingers shaking slightly as he reached out to touch the throbbing length.

Xanryn got down to his knees and licked the leaking tip, tasting the sweet taste of Eckard's new seed. It didn't take much for him to wrap his soft, supple lips around the thick cock and suck more to coax out more of the sweet liquid. Eckard grabbed the back of the elf's head and pushed it more onto his mammoth cock, a thrumming noise escaping from his chest with the pleasure his changing body was experiencing. His leather shoes ripped as his clawed toes escaped their confines, scraping against the stone floor as his feet lengthened. His back arched and snapped as new bones began to fill in his growing spine. The small tail behind him swayed at each thrust of his hips, feeding his best friend...his mate.

Eckard let out a low hum of excitement as he felt the elf's lips against his sensitive member, letting out a slight gasp as the warm mouth enveloped the head. It was more pleasurable than he had ever imagined, causing him to forget the fact that his body was still expanding. His tunic and breeches exploded into shreds as his body filled with thick muscle that was covered with hard, scaled flesh. Not only was he filling out but his very skeletal structure was warping, his heavy hands clamping down on Xanryn's shoulders for support as he pushed more and more of his mutating meat down the elf's mouth and poked against his throat.

The elf's mind was chaos. He knew what he was doing was breaking the code he swore to upkeep, but his body kept begging for more! The weak and clumsy human he had known for years was no longer, the growing beast still consuming what was left of his humanity. But even these concerns were pushed back to make way for more primal feelings, feelings not known to the pure and just elves. He grabbed a strap holding up his leg armor and began to undo it...his own cock begging to be touched.

As Xanryn began to expose himself Eckard felt the elf's feelings shift more and more. The former human's moans turned to growls as he grimaced, his mouth twisting as his face pushed out and expanded into a serpentine muzzle. Much to his surprise and delight he felt the elf's maw that was wrapped around his cock expanding and stretching with each thrust. His heart began to lift as he realized that Xanryn would be his mate not only in mind but in body as well, watching with yellowed eyes as scales began to form from his face down his neck. "Oh Xanryn..." Eckard moaned, his voice deeper as he thrusted hard into the former elf.

Eckard's back arched as his back realigned and grew wider. His huge front claws fell to the ground around the changing elf as his posture became more feral. His shoulder blades cracked and crunched as two new appendages began to push out from his back. The new "arms" pushed out and grew against the high ceiling of the corridor and thick skin began to cover over the "fingers" as he began to feel his climax coming fast. The elf below wrapped his new tongue around the fat piece of dragon cock, using it to bring even more pleasure to his new lover.

Xanryn's eyes bulged wide as he felt the draconic male above him shudder, the cock in his mouth throbbing wildly as it was ready to release the flood gates. "Xanryn!" Eckard roared, his thighs and chest cracking as he shifted into a quadrupedal stance as he held onto the elf's thickening shoulders and impaled him deep onto the member. As his thick seed was pushed down the elf's throat he felt the last of his humanity draining away from his psyche as well, a burning lust growing inside him that burned not only for the changing elf but for the other knights as well... and the thought of the others with their mouths wrapped around his cock like the elf was caused his muzzle to turn into a fanged grin and drew his orgasm out even longer...

Xanryn tried to take in as much of his mate's warm, sweet seed...but it was too much to take in at once. Eckard's dragoncum shot out the sides of Xanryn's muzzle and coated the floor and his ceremonial armor. The elf pulled off Eckard's cock and let the warm cum splash against his face and coat his body, hard scales forming wherever the thick seed soaked into his ivory skin. The raw draconic power surged through his thin frame as his tight breeches ripped open and a foot long, reptilian cock burst its way though. Xanryn wasted no time as he grabbed his new cock with both hands and began to thrust and squeeze it with extreme vigor.

"Turn around, my love..." Eckard hissed in the changing elf's ear as his thick tongue licked the pointed tip, the skin stretching out into a fin shape. "I want your tailhole now." At first Xanryn was confused, but it was quickly resolved as he felt his spine begin to stretch out as he fell down to all fours. The former elf's remaining armor was torn away, Eckard wanting to see his changing body as his mammoth cock rubbed against his exposed crack as the growth just above it snaked out into a proper tail. The elf's body was changing nicely, Eckard thought as he rubbed his muzzle against his lengthening neck.

Xanryn let out a small groan as he felt the thick draconic cock pressed against his expanding rear, his legs bucking up slightly as his legs cracked into the opposite direction. The former elf's thick tongue licked his scaly lips, his eyes closing as his rump began to expand the more that sensitive cock rubbed over his butt cheeks. His stance widened as his new toe claws scraped against the stone, his scaly ass continuing to expand as that huge, slick member began to push into his virgin flesh. The last vestiges of his old self were washed away from the sheer pleasure as his new draconic rump was penetrated.

Eckard hissed in pleasure as he felt his cock slide into his mate's tight ass. Xanryn replied with a firm clenching to help stimulate him. To reward him, Eckard rubbed his head against him and licked his scaly muzzle. Before too long, they locked lips in a deep kiss as Eckard shoved his massive cock deeper into his sexy mate. Xanryn moaned against the kiss, his own cock beginning its shift from elf to dragon. The foreskin pulling back and exposing a deep red rod with a growing bulge at its base.

As the last of the elf's flesh disappeared under shiny scales Eckard pumped even harder in and out of his mate's new body. They were no longer two knights, one disgraced and the other honored, but merely two horny dragons deep in rut. Their bodies rocked back and forth as their claws dug deep furrows into the stone, Xanryn moaning as that thick cock pushed deeper and deeper into his insides. The former elf's inflating tool began to drip out the last of his elven seed before a thicker, more potent draconic version began to pool on the ground. His tongue lolled out of his mouth as he felt Eckard push towards his second orgasm of the night, and every time it hit his prostate his tail writhe in pleasure and his cock throbbed.

With a loud roar, Eckard sent more of his tainted seed into Xanryn. With a big thrust he pushed his knot deep into him, locking the seed and tying them to each other. The feeling of his ass being filled was too much and Xanryn thrashed around before he let off his own climax. Thick dragon cum splattered against the floor and coated his underbelly. Soon a lake of the warm cum formed under them as they collapsed into it, splashing against the walls and coating their scales. "We need more "knights" in our new order my mate..." Eckard panted while licking off cum from Xanryn's muzzle, "We must be stronger..."