Disclaimer: The Inheritance Cycle does NOT belong to me! All rights are owned by Christopher Paolini and no copyright infringement is at all intended nor is any money being made or wished to be made from the making of this fic.

Author's Note: This story contains the Eragon/Saphira pairing though there might not be any dragon/human smut. The reason why I said maybe is cause I am toying with the idea and if I get enough people asking for it I wouldn't mind throwing it in there. But for now, Saphira is a human/elvish mix so there is no bestiality...If dragons are considered beasts or animals that is! Also, please not that this story contains minor Arya-bashing. That's not to say I hate Arya because I don't. In fact, I ship Eragon/Arya and I have one or two naughty stories lined up for them as well. This story will probably be short as there's not much point to it other than to make some smut between Eragon and Saphira. It's mainly comedy as well so don't take it too seriously. But enough of my rambling and I hope you enjoy the story and don't forget to review. Now let the tale begin!

CHAPTER 1: To Heal a Broken Heart

Saphira Flametongue Bjartskular sat curled up on the beach. It was evening and the sun was setting. They had finally found land after several weeks of travel. The journey had taken much shorter since Eragon used the Ancient Language to alter the weather and waves making it safe for passage. He also warded off any of the sea dragons they had seen on their trip to Vroengard. The elves who accompanied him took turns lending him their magical strength so he could continue making it safe enough to ferry the last remaining dragon eggs across the sea.

Eventually they found land, the continent that Eragon had read about in various old scrolls and tomes. He decided to call it New Vroengard for this would be the place where they would set up a school and train the next generation of Dragon Riders, Peace Keepers of Alagaesia. They had only been here for a few days and were relieved to find the place teaming with game and wild life. The elves didn't eat meat but Eragon had the occasional snack just for a taste and there would be plenty to feed a dragon or a number of dragons.

The land also seemed to be largely uninhabited as Eragon had done several scouting missions on Saphira's back. The elves had also taken turns guarding the temporary beach camp and alternating between guard duty and using their elvish speed for scouting missions. Their enhanced strengths made them prime scouts and they were quickly able to scout most of the continent that turned out to be just a large island and not even half as big as Alagaesia. They made a map of it and scribbled down some key land marks such as water holes and feeding grounds for the dragons as well as potential nests.

There was a lot to do to set up the new school and they hadn't even proper homes yet. But Eragon wasn't the same. Saphira noticed the difference the night after they left the elvish docks. That bitch Arya had rejected Eragon for the hundredth time and shattered his already fragile heart. Eragon had lost much in the war and didn't need heartbreak added to the already large list. But the princess was too preoccupied with her duties to listen to common sense and Saphira had to comfort Eragon afterwards.

The next day, Eragon wasn't fully better but he became different. He became colder and harder. He seemed to have lost emotion and put his entire being into the mission. He would push himself until he collapsed from exhaustion and ate hardly anything, just enough to be able to stand on his feet. He talked little and usually with just curt answers and minimal orders. Saphira didn't like this change and worried for her Rider. In fact, things only got worse as Eragon became even more stressful when they reached land.

It seemed the elves sensed this change too and they had enough. They didn't dare approach Eragon since he knew the Ancient Language and could simply Unmake them if he got angry enough. He would listen to Saphira though since she was his Bond-mate. Sadly, the Dragon and Rider had been too busy to take time to talk about things. The night after they left the docks didn't count since Eragon was mainly crying the whole time.

But now the elves had, had enough and had come to Saphira personally to convince her to make Eragon see sense. Saphira argued that Eragon needed time to heal from his broken heart but the elves were convinced there was another way to make Eragon feel better. It was not uncommon for Dragons and Riders to do this together and helped to strengthen their Bond. Apparently, there was an ancient spell that Oromis knew of that would allow Saphira to transform into a woman.

She would look like an elf and live for many years because of her dragon blood but she would still be a dragon, just in a human form. She would also retain all of her previous and future memories and would experience the sensation of a mortal woman. It was left unsaid just how Saphira could use this spell to comfort Eragon. Truth be told, Saphira was conflicted.

For as long as she knew, she loved Eragon but she thought it was just a familial love, as Bond-mates and not Soul-Mates. Saphira was certain that Eragon didn't see her in a romantic light, especially not after getting her heart broken like it had. It would definitely be easier to relate to Eragon though, in mortal form, and he would understand her better. He would be able to connect with her better as well since she would be more relatable.

But is that how he'd really react? Would he hate her for losing dragon form just to comfort him? Would he be disgusted that his dragon would want to love him and care for him like a mortal woman would? Saphira had no idea and it was making her nervous beyond imagining. She had no idea what would happen if she carried out the spell but she worried for her Rider.

Also, Eragon deserved a reward. He didn't have time to relax and never had a lover as far as she knew. She would not hesitate to give her entire being to Eragon if it meant he would recover from his depression and get back to his old self. And if that meant they fell in love along the way, was that such a bad thing? Saphira flicked her tail eagerly as various images flooded through her brain of all the things they could do.

"Have you made a decision Brightscales?" Blödhgarm asked softly, standing a respectful distance from the dragon with his head bowed.

Aye, Saphira sighed. I have made a decision to take on mortal form. I will do anything to help my Dragon Rider. If this is what it takes, then so be it.

"You have made a good choice," The elf said with a wry smirk. "Eragon will come to see the error of his ways. And I do not think he would mind doing it this way at all."

Always the charmer, Saphira snorted. How soon before the ritual takes place?

"We will wait until Eragon falls asleep," Blödhgarm replied. "Then it shall begin. But note that it will take a few days for your body to adjust. Because of your dragon blood you shall be able to use magic and have all the elvish abilities like us and Eragon."

Very good, Saphira hummed. That will be an interesting experience indeed.

And so it was that she was waiting on the beach past midnight until Eragon finally entered his tent and fell asleep. The elves gathered round her though one stayed outside Eragon's tent to guard him and the Dragon eggs. All the elves stood around Saphira in a circle and joined their hands. They closed their eyes and began chanting quietly in the Ancient Language. Luckily, they had cast a silencing spell so Eragon would not be woken up.

Suddenly, the ground began to tremble softly and the elves hands glowed. A white light traveled from their hands to the rest of their bodies. The chanting grew louder and the ground shook harder and more fiercely. Saphira nearly stumbled but retained her dignity. The light from the elves left their body in beams from their joined hands. The beams of light shot towards Saphira's heart and the dragon screamed in agony.

White hot pain stabbed at every angle of the blue dragon's body and she flailed about, trying to fight it off. Her vision blurred and faded as her body was filled with a bright intense light. For a split second, Her whole being glowed brightly so that none could see her. Then there was a sonic boom and a silent clap of thunder. The elves were blasted backwards but weren't injured since they only fell on the sandy beach.

When the glow faded and everything calmed, the elves looked worriedly at Saphira and were relieved to see that the spell had work. Where previously a large blue dragon had been now lay a young woman. She was nude and her skin was soft, creamy and pale. Her hair was a soft gentle blond and her eyes were a bright vibrant blue as they fluttered closed from exhaustion. The elves smiled to themselves in relief and hastily covered Saphira with a blanket to retain her dignity.

A few of the female elves picked up the young woman who was sleeping soundly and carried her gently to Eragon's tent. Luckily, the Dragon Rider was asleep and so they placed Saphira beside him and wrapped the blanket around the two of them. They grinned to themselves at the cute sight as Eragon unconsciously snuggled into Saphira and wrapped his arms around her, in his sleep.

Heaving a wistful sigh, the female elves left the tent and returned to their duties. Morning was fast approaching and they were eager to find out how their leader would react to this sudden change of circumstances.

TO BE CONTINUED...

A/N: Don't forget to leave in a comment if you want Eragon and Saphira to have smut scenes when Saphira is in dragon form. If not I won't put it in the story but if so; why not, eh? R&R please & many thanks in advance! :)