Entry: A Vacation Fit For A Queen

 

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Congratulations! You have been chosen by Type Moon to receive an all expenses paid vacation! Details to follow.

It was weird. Sure, Arthur had amassed a sizeable following playing Fate Grand Order, but was he really the best choice? Everyone spoke to said they’d received no such offer, even creators with ten times his audience. If this wasn’t an event, what was the point? Maybe it’s a bribe, to shut me up about Fate’s rampant genderbending? Jokes on them, it’ll take more than one trip to make me back down.

Regardless, Arthur graciously accepted the offer. And so it was that he found himself on a small, idyllic beach somewhere in Britain. The sand was white as snow and the water was blue as the clear sky above. At Arthur’s back was a thick wall of well-groomed trees which hid the nearby parking lot, and stretching out to the horizon before him was an endless parade of gentle crests and troughs. The only thing missing was people.

There should have been a representative on the beach to greet him, and another in the parking lot to drive him to his hotel. A quick check of his watch confirmed that Arthur was right on time, but it seemed his hosts were running quite late.

“Well, now what?” Arthur wondered, glancing down both ends of the deserted beach.

“Player designation Arthorias has not yet reached his final destination.”

“What do you mean, the map leads right he—who said that?”

“Rectifying.”

The robotic voice was coming from his pocket. Arthur reached in and fished out his phone. To his surprise, Fate GO had opened somehow. Holding his phone up against the sun to reduce glare, Arthur made out the word ‘rectifying’ printed at the center of his screen. But before he could make sense of things there was a brilliant flash of light, and a blinded Arthur stumbled to the ground.

When his vision cleared Arthur was staring at the sky. What he thought were white spots in his eyes turned out to be clouds. They must’ve rolled in while I was down. But there’s so many now. Rolling onto his side revealed that the well-groomed tree line had been replaced by a wilder wall of foliage. What the hell? It was only when Arthur struggled to his feet that he realized he was naked.

“What the hell!?!”

“Player designation Arthorias is conspicuous in his birthday suit. Generating camouflage.”

That camouflage turned out to be a white bikini which stretched uncomfortably tight across Arthur’s large frame. The thin bandeau top rubbed against his nipples with every slight movement, and the straining bottom rode up his ass with a vengeance. Though flabbergasted by his phone’s sudden intelligence and disregard for the Law of Conservation of Mass, Arthur couldn’t help but complain.

“These are women’s clothes, you hunk of junk!”

“Agreed. Current attire renders player designation Arthorias more conspicuous than before. Rectifying.”

Arthur expected the bikini to disappear. He expected the pain on his crotch to subside and the tweaking of his nipples to end. Instead, the pain on his crotch intensified as the bikini grew tighter, and tighter, and tighter. It felt like his dick was being pressed flat. It was agony. And then, suddenly it wasn’t. There was a sound like a shlup and all the pain went away. It was ecstasy. Where once hung the proof of Arthur’s manhood, a newly formed womanhood beckoned. Likewise, the bikini grew tighter and tighter against Arthur’s nipples, though this time they were pushing out. Out and out as two soft mounds rose out of his chest, and the larger they grew the more sensitive Arthur became. Gradually the pain faded, or rather the tightness grew more and more pleasurable until the pain was overruled. But then the pleasure faded too, as Arthur’s chest slimmed and the top no longer strained to cup his newborn breasts. Arthur was panting by the time the changes ran their course, his—or more accurately her—thoughts scattered by just how damn good she felt. When she regained her composure, one hand was squeezing her breasts and the other was tracing back and forth across the slit between her legs.

A blushing Arthur quickly tore her hands away. She meant to admonish her phone for this latest instance of black magic fuckery, but a stranger rushing down from the tree line caught her attention. He was tall and well-muscled, with flowing blonde locks and an impressive beard. He dressed strangely, in dyed leather and richly colored silks. At his side was an ornate scabbard, shining gold and blue in the sun, and peaking out of that scabbard was a fancy looking sword. The stranger stopped a few feet in front of Arthur, one hand on the grip of his all-too familiar blade.

“Hark! Homely maid, for what cause do you disturb these sacred waters?” His voice was like a crashing wave, powerful and unyielding.

“I, uh… you see…”

It was quite clear to Arthur that she’d been transported to the past now. What point was there in rejecting that fact? It was also quite clear that no explanation would solve this matter. Who would ever believe any of it? Fortunately, Fate GO came to her aid yet again.

“Wench, know that I am King Arthur of Camelot, and I will not—”

A single spark was all it took to disintegrate the agitated king. All that remained was his lordly sword, lying in the sand. Arthur would have been delighted, if Fate GO hadn’t handled things in the worst way possible for the umpteenth time.

“That’s King Arthur! Bring him back!”

“Negative. King Arthur not located within database.”

“Dammit! You can’t leave Britain without a king!”

“Agreed. Historical paradox detected. Closest match to ‘King Arthur’ located. Rectifying.”

Arthur lurched forward as another set of changes wracked her body. These ones were a bit more thorough than the last, and did away with all Arthur’s remaining homeliness. Her messy hair straightened, grew out, tied itself in a bun and turned a light creamy shade of blonde. Her body hair fell off and her skin cleared and turned silky smooth. Her waist pinched inward to give her that hourglass figure everyone raves about. Her eyelashes grew out, eyebags disappeared, her nose shrunk to a cute little button and her teeth were bleached pure white. Her shoulders shrunk, her feet shrunk, her hips widened. Her arms slimmed and her fingers turned dainty. There was strength in them still, but it hid behind an unassuming frame. Her Adam's apple wandered off, and her eyes turned an enchanting emerald green. She was no longer Arthur, but Artoria Pendragon, Queen of all Britain.
 
Sigh. “Of course.”

No response. Artoria checked her phone, but the battery was dead. Chances of recharging it were close to zero. Artoria was ready to give in to whining, but one glance at her reflection in the water stopped her. She was… beautiful. And powerful. Free of her old life as a subpar content creator. Smiling, Artoria did a quick stretch and looked out towards the horizon.

“Maybe this vacation won’t be so bad after all.”