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“So tell me something,” Ryukyu said. “Do you really think that heroes who work together are cowards?”

Her friend, the Rabbit Hero Mirko, almost spat out her tea. Bravely managing to swallow it despite her surprise, she eyed the other hero. “Where’s this coming from?” she asked suspiciously.

Ryukyu leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands. “Just humor me,” she said.

Most wouldn’t suspect that these two would make for good friends. Ryukyu and Mirko were everything the other wasn’t—Ryukyu poised, patient, and humble; Mirko boisterous, confrontational, and perhaps a little bit haughty. Ryukyu ran a prestigious hero agency famed for mentoring the next generation, while Mirko was one of the few pro heroes to fly solo.

Yet after they’d established themselves as the only women in the top 10, Ryukyu had invited Mirko over to chat with her about how they could serve as role models for young girls—and the Rabbit Hero had agreed.

Mirko leaned back, contemplative. She was a dark-skinned woman whose muscles were impressive even outside of her hero uniform. “I just think a hero should stand on her own two feet,” she said. “Maybe ‘cowards’ is a bit harsh, but the point of being a pro is to provide support, not need it.”

“Even All Might had sidekicks,” Ryukyu countered. As she spoke, she busied herself about in her kitchen. She and Mirko alternated between who’s place they met up in for their weekly get-togethers. Tonight, it was her turn. “No one person can do everything, Mirko.”

“Not yet,” she responded confidently. Ryukyu just smiled and shook her head, tidying up her kitchen after their meal.

“I don’t think you’re a coward, you know.” Mirko’s voice came to Ryukyu, making the Dragoon Hero glance up. “Even if you do run an agency.”

Ryukyu smirked and wiped her hands dry. “Good to hear it,” she said.

“But I mean… you’re top 10, like me,” Mirko rambled. “You can turn into a dragon! So… why bother when you’re the sort of hero made to be a one-woman army?”

“For some reason, people insist on putting me on a pedestal,” Ryukyu replied. It wasn’t false modesty—she really didn’t think she deserved her top 10 spot. She’d said so at the ceremony. “I suppose they think I must be doing something right. My agency isn’t just a group of people to cover my back, it’s a school to show the young women of the world what they could aspire to be.” She settled down with a smirk and eyed her friend. “Imagine what you could teach them, if you had the mind to.”

“I’d make for a terrible teacher,” Mirko said flippantly, waving her hand in a shooing motion. The actions made her muscles ripple. “Lead by example, that’s my motto.”

Ryukyu just shook her head. They must have had this conversation a million times by now. Mirko was just too pig-headed to change.

And that was part of what Ryukyu liked about her.

The Dragoon Hero reached her hand out to Mirko’s cheek, waiting for a sign of discomfort. Sometimes, one or both of them weren’t in the mood. But Mirko just leaned into it with a happy sigh.

“You know,” she said impishly, “my rabbit instincts must be kicking in, cause they’re telling me to mate.”

“If you make a joke about my ‘treasure hoard’ like last week,” Ryukyu said idly, “I’m going to fly you to the top of a radio tower and leave you there.” Mirko just giggled.

She pulled Mirko in and the rabbit-woman’s lips eagerly met hers, and they began to kiss.

It had started innocently enough on one of their get-togethers, the two of them having slightly more sake than usual and complaining about how men always seemed to think you wanted them when it couldn’t be further from the truth. One thing led to another and they’d woken up the next morning, limbs entwined. Embarrassment had turned to excitement when each realized the other wouldn’t mind a repeat.

They weren’t really dating, per se. They were just really, really good gal pals—who French-kissed and fucked from time to time. It happened.

Not often enough, Ryukyu thought, moaning into Mirko’s mouth. She felt Mirko’s tongue probe into her mouth, tracing over her teeth. Mirko already knew to be careful—the Dragoon Hero’s teeth were sharp and serrated even while untransformed, a surefire reflection of her dragonic nature—and instead shuddered as she felt the tender wandering of Mirko’s tongue throughout her mouth.

And that wasn’t the only thing doing some tracing. The Rabbit Hero’s arms trailed down Ryukyu’s body, finding clothing and gradually peeling it off. When at home, Ryukyu didn’t don the blood-red qipao she wore on the job; she was a fan of simple tees and hoodies, which Mirko pried her out of with ease.

Eventually Mirko traced her mouth off of Ryukyu’s, trailing small kisses along her cheek and down her neck. By now Ryukyu was bare except for unassuming, frill-less panties and a bra for her modest breasts. She repaid the favor by coursing her own hands over the athletic wear Mirko wore off the clock; the other woman’s muscles were firm and supple under her touch, and Ryukyu took her time taking Mirko out of her clothes, letting her hands linger on rock-hard abs or tracing her thick thighs.

They’d started out sitting, but by now had moved to laying down on Ryukyu’s spacious sofa. It was soft and cushy, paid for by the salary of a top hero. Ryukyu unleashed a sigh of pleasure as Mirko slipped a hand under her bra to knead at her tit.

Mirko giggled against her neck and pulled away momentarily, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Was that a hiss, my dragon lady?”

“That’s rich, coming from Miss “Rabbit Instincts” herself,” Ryukyu shot back without malice.

“I don’t know,” Mirko said in a sing-song voice. “I mean, you do have quite the treasure down there. It would be a shame if some brave knight came and—a-ah, mmmnnahhh…” Mirko’s taunts cut off as Ryukyu gently touched a finger to her inner thigh and traced a wandering pattern down it. That was a trick Ryukyu had discovered on their second night together.

“I did warn you,” Ryukyu said. She bent in to stroke Mirko’s thigh again and the other woman shuddered.

“Are you g-gonna—s-strand me, like you said…?” Mirko said, words stumbling out. Her cheeks were red, but she was still doing her best to pay the favor back to Ryukyu, fondling and kneading at her tit. Her eyes were wide with anticipation—they both knew Ryukyu’s ‘punishment’ for Mirko would be far different.

Mirko pawed at her chest again and Ryukyu murred appreciatively. “That would be unbecoming of a hero,” she replied. “Instead, I have something else in mind.”

“O-oh?”

Smiling, Ryukyu bent her head low towards the other hero’s thighs. “What’s that they say about rabbit’s legs, again? Aren’t they supposed to be lucky?” She kissed the inside of Mirko’s thigh, the other woman’s arousal clear for her to smell at this distance. From the corner of her eye, she could see that Mirko’s panties were drenched. “Looks like it’s my lucky day.”

Planting her mouth on Mirko’s thigh, Ryukyu began to suck. The rabbit hero gasped wordlessly, the sound devolving into a moan, as Ryukyu went at her, sucking hard at her thigh, playing about with her tongue and even nibbling a bit with her dragon’s teeth. Mirko sobbed with the sound of someone who was experiencing that delightful dance between pleasure and pain, and when Ryukyu rose, satisfied, there was the beginnings of a joyful hickey that was visible even against Mirko’s darker skin.

But Mirko’s need was far from quenched. Hooking a finger in her panties, she tugged them free, revealing puffy labia bedecked with trim hair the same ashen color atop her head. Juices seeped out of her.

“Please,” she whimpered, and she sounded so desperate for it that Ryukyu wondered if her rabbit instincts really were pushing her into untold realms of want. “I really, really want it, Ryukyu.”

Ryukyu smiled. She wasn’t just going to leave Mirko out to dry—but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have some fun with her. “I don’t know,” she said. “You did make that treasure hoard comment, after all.” Mirko whined needily in lieu of an apology, pushing her hips invitingly up towards Ryukyu.

God, she was beautiful.

“But still,” Ryukyu said, rising and taking a few steps back from the sofa. Mirko looked positively wounded that she wasn’t being fucked right that very moment. “If you really want to play with dragons… then that’s what we can do.”

And she activated her Quirk.

One moment she was a tall, lithe, sun-haired woman. The next, her legs increased in musculature, quickly dwarfing even Mirko’s impressive proportions. Slate-grey scales crept up along them, and her feet transitioned into massive, three-clawed talons that rose digitigrade from the floor. A tail, long and serpentine, sprouted from her coccyx and snaked out behind her, thrashing with anticipation. Grey scales chased their way down it, as well.

Her arms lengthened, ending in massive claws; more scales sprouted, though they only came partway past Ryukyu’s elbow, leaving her original skin-tone on display in her upper arms. Likewise, her head and neck—lengthened and reptilian, with a pointed beak of a mouth displaying rows of razor-sharp teeth—kept that color as well, though they took on the rough quality of scales. She maintained a humanoid body shape, and her breasts magnified dramatically in size to match her newfound, towering height. A pair of leather wings completed the look.

Ryukyu was now a dragon.

Mirko leaned back, wide-eyed; she had seen Ryukyu transform before, but never outside of combat. Ryukyu shifted. With her exorbitant salary, she’d managed to secure a place that could contain her massive dragon form; still, she was only just shy of brushing against the roof.

She bent over the wide-eyed Mirko, delighting in the other woman’s surprise and eagerness. Ryukyu knew she had to be formidable; when she transformed, she was about as big as three adults. “What’s that thing dragons are always doing in fairy tales again?” she mused out loud to herself. Her voice was deeper and gravelly from her transformation, though still recognizably feminine. “Stealing princesses, aren’t they?” She reached down with one talon-tipped paw and picked up Mirko like a doll, raising her to eye level. “Do you know why we do that, Mirko?”

The Rabbit Hero could only shake her head. She was so fast and muscular, one of the most formidable heroes in the world, but Ryukyu’s grip around her was tight and confident. She didn’t know if she could escape. Mirko was unused to being at another’s mercy—and she had to admit, she really didn’t mind it.

With a reptilian grin, the great dragon opened her mouth. A tongue the size of a person danced out, grinding its way up Mirko’s thighs before pushing into her moist and eager pussy.

Mirko’s eyes bulged as she keened in utmost delight, arching her back against Ryukyu’s grip.

The dragon withdrew her tongue for a moment, looking satisfied. “It’s because of how delicious you are,” she said.

And then Mirko was eaten out by a dragon.

The enormous tongue, hot and strong and wet, danced around the pro hero’s pussy with an impressive level of dexterousness. The very tip of it lathered her outer folds with a wet pressure, pushing ever-so-slightly against Mirko’s swollen clit, and then dipped inside. Ryukyu felt Mirko clenching about her tongue, the pressure insistent and pleasing, and then she ate her out even more. The rabbit hero mewled as Ryukyu’s tongue claimed her innermost depths.

After minutes that left Mirko teetering on the cusp of orgasm, Ryukyu—still holding her like a doll—pulled her head back. “So lovely,” the great dragon said. “But I think you deserve more than just tongue, don’t you?”

Mirko blinked. “Wh—what—”

Her heart spiked in alarm as Ryukyu pulled her in towards her dragon’s mouth, but before she could conjure up any nightmares, Ryukyu’s mouth met her cunt. It was incredible—as a human, she’d sucked ferociously, leaving a mark on her thigh. Yet as a dragon, she managed to attend to her with such incredible grace and softness that Mirko almost thought it had to be a dream. Ryukyu’s soft, insistent sucks tugged at her froemd, the pressure deceptive insistent for the size of her maw, and her hot tongue occasionally teased Mirko’s entrance, until finally one suck was too much—

And Mirko came, whimpering with delight as she squirted against Ryukyu’s tongue. The dragon lapped up her juices, gulping them down, and then rested against the floor of her apartment, her bulk shoving sofas and tables near the edges of the room as she curled up. Mirko was held tight against her, yawning and blinking, suddenly sleepy from her orgasm, and she made for Ryukyu’s massive breasts, cuddling against them. Despite her scaly body, they were still pillowy and inviting—and now nearly as big as Mirko’s own self.

“You have a great rack,” Mirko murmured, and she felt Ryukyu’s bulk rumble with delight in response.

“Anyone the size of a house would have a great rack,” she said.

“No,” Mirko yawned. “Mean it.” She cuddled against Ryukyu, already comfortable with the fact that she’d be spending the night.

“You know,” Ryukyu said after a moment, the gravelly voice laced with mirth, “given how much you hate teamwork… I wonder if I should have just let you attend to yourself tonight.”

Mirko shoved good-naturedly against her friend, not caring that she was pushing her breasts. “Shut it.”

“I’m just thinking, as good as that was, maybe you’d have preferred to go on a solo adventure…”

“I said shut,” Mirko repeated, and Ryukyu laughed, though she quieted.

As sleep settled on her, Mirko started to figure that maybe Ryukyu did have a point. Teamwork and friendships were something she’d usually spurned, but she might have to rethink it.

After all, the benefits were so worth it.