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It was all Ozpin’s fault. If he hadn’t caught a cold, then Goodwitch would have been able to supervise the Dust lab instead of Professor Peach. If Goodwitch had supervised the Dust lab, Yang wouldn’t have had a reaction to one of Nora’s homemade grenades and turned into a horse-sized dragon. Yeah, that’s right. The blonde brawler who Jaune Arc sort of had a crush on after she helped him get a physique worthy of Beacon had turned into a dragon. A golden dragon with red eyes and what appeared to be a mane of golden hair or fur around her neck. Ruby and Mr. Xiao Long were trying to calm her down, but nothing was working. He saw her jaws open as flames began forming in her throat, so Jaune activated Mors and clanged the sword onto the shield to draw her attention.
“Jaune! No!” Ruby cried out as Dragon-Yang prowled over towards him. “She’ll kill you!”
“Ruby!” Jaune rebuked the girl. “Dragon or not, Yang’s your sister!” Yang paused at that as he locked eyes with her. “Ever since this happened, everyone’s been trying to change Yang back. To take this away from her, but has anyone asked Yang what she wants? Has anyone even cared what Yang has been going through?” These were rhetorical as it was obvious that Ruby and the others were worried sick about the blonde brawler, but Yang might not have noticed that. “Ruby, when was your Aura unlocked?”
“W-What does that have to do with anything?” Ruby asked as Yang’s gaze remained fixed on Jaune. Jaune didn’t look away either.
“Just tell me, please.” Jaune asked as Yang tilted her head in confusion, the expression seeming almost familiar for a moment, though that could have been wishful thinking.
“I-I was 7.” Ruby said quietly. “My Aura was unlocked on my 7th birthday.” Jaune nodded.
“Do you remember what it felt like? That sense of power and freedom that your Aura brought with it?” Jaune didn’t wait for her to answer. “Imagine feeling something far stronger than that and immediately having your closest friends and family trying to rip it away from you.” Yang’s eyes slowly turned more of a magenta as Jaune took a slow step forward. Yang reciprocated, her eyes gently fading back to their beautiful lilac hue. “This is still Yang, just more than she’s ever been before. We should support her, whether she’s a dragon or a woman.” Jaune took another step forward as Yang crouched so her head was even with Jaune’s. He could feel her breath on him as he set down Mors and lifted his left hand. “Yang, I love you.” He whispered as the dragon’s head pressed against his hand. As the draconic form slowly shrank in size and the scales softened into smooth skin and silky hair, Jaune continued his confession. “I’ve been in love with you for a while now. You are kind and sweet and gentle and loving and everything I could ever want in a woman. You’re so strong, Yang, both physically and emotionally, and I promise that I will do whatever I can to help you no matter what.” Yang’s forelegs lifted up as her head backed away and the bare womanly form of Yang Xiao Long stood before Jaune with a soft smile on her face. As she swayed on her feet and started falling towards him, Jaune quickly removed his jacket and draped it over her shoulders as he caught her and gently moved to the ground so she could rest.
“H-How?” Mr. Xiao Long asked. “How did you manage to calm her down?”
“I didn’t calm her down at all.” Jaune admitted. “My grandfather has a saying: ‘When it comes to dragons and women, the same advice goes: you don’t calm them down, you talk until they calm themselves down.’” He smiled at the Huntsman who looked like he was holding back laughter.
“Do you know what ‘Xiao Long’ means?” The father asked.
“Little dragon.” Jaune answered immediately. “Mr. Xiao Long, I don’t know if you heard what I said, but-”
“Oh, I heard.” The teacher smiled. “And please, call me Tai. I have a feeling that my Sunny Little Dragon loves you too.”
“What do you mean?” Jaune asked. “Y-Yang, likes me?”
“You’re pretty much all she’ll talk about whenever I ask about Beacon.” Tai laughed. “It’s always: ‘Jaune and I did this’ or ‘I helped Jaune work out’ or ‘Jaune was flirting with Weiss again and I’m thinking about changing my style because he likes girly girls.’” Jaune’s jaw dropped as Tai laughed.
“If you don’t mind me asking,” Jaune cleared his throat. “But why aren’t you more concerned that your daughter turned into a dragon?”
“Oh, this kind of stuff runs in the family.” Tai waved his hand. “It’s a Branwen thing. Rae and Qrow could turn into birds for some reason. When Yang was born, Qrow and I took bets on how long it’d take Yang to transform for the first time. I won, as usual.”
“Okay…” Jaune sighed, not knowing where to go from that. “Well, is there anything I should know if this happens again?”
“Well, the first transformation always shreds whatever clothes they had on, but by the fifth or sixth, the clothes merge into the form.” Tai thought out loud. “Whenever she gets too upset, some of the features will start coming through. Qrow went through a phase where every cuss word would come out as a squawk instead of actual language. So, don’t wear anything that burns easily. If she’s anything like her mother, then she’ll be really hungry after transforming. Meat only, by the way, and her senses will be more precise, so don’t even try to sneak a few vegetables in there.”
Jaune nodded as Yang groaned and opened her eyes before looking up at Jaune. She closed them again and went back to sleep, but not before grabbing his left hand and holding it against her chest. “Uh…” He trailed off as he looked at the father with terrified eyes.
“I didn’t see anything.” Tai muttered as he stared at the ceiling. “She definitely takes after Rae. Deep sleeper, right?”
“Um, I’m not on her team.” Jaune corrected.
“You’ll find out soon enough. Good luck trying to stop her. She’s practically imprinted on you.” Tai continued his muttering. “Now I need a drink. Rosebud! Tell Ozpin everything’s fine; I’m going to get drunk with Qrow.” Ruby sped off before Yang peeked one eye open.
“Are they gone?” She asked with a huge blush. Jaune nodded. “Oh, I’m so embarrassed.” She groaned as she held her face with her hands. “T-This isn’t how I wanted us to get together! I had it all planned too! I had a speech and everything!”
“Yang, Yang.” Jaune caressed her cheek as he lifted her gaze towards his. “All I want is you. I don’t need a perfect date or anything; all I need is to be with you.” Yang smiled at him before looking down at his left hand.
She screamed. “W-What happened to your palm?!” She asked in terror. “D-Did I do that?”
Jaune frowned before looking down and seeing a faint golden sheen around his palm. The same area where Yang’s head had pressed against Jaune’s palm. “I-I think it’s like a draconic hickey.” Jaune guessed. “My grandfather used to tell me stories about dragons and knights, and something like this came up a few times.” Yang’s blush grew even more as Jaune leaned in and whispered. “Do you mind?” Yang leaned her head to the side before he gently sucked a hickey in place, but not before nibbling on her perfect skin and leaving a trail of kisses along her collarbone. As she moaned from delight, Jaune silenced her with a kiss.
As they pulled apart, a faint line of saliva connecting them, Yang looked at him breathlessly. “W-Wow…” She whispered. “We need to do this again.” She stiffened as she pressed herself against Jaune’s chest. “People are coming. I can’t let them see me like this. Only you.” She whined as a possessive feeling ran through him and he left a matching hickey on the other side of her neck.
“Turn into a dragon again. I have an idea.” He ordered as Yang looked at him strangely, but didn’t argue. In fact, he had barely finished his first sentence when the first few scales began forming on her arms and horns began peeking from the top of her head. The transformation was faster this time, and Yang laid down in front of Jaune at a gesture from him. ‘She’s never been this cooperative.’ Jaune thought but decided he liked this feeling. “We’ll fly out of here.” Yang looked at him in shock but he pointed at her wings as she flapped them experimentally. “Instincts should take over, but even if they don’t, we have Aura.” Yang nodded as she lowered her neck to let him on her back.
Jaune used the mane of hair on her neck as a makeshift saddle as he gripped her neck and felt her wings create shockwaves before she leapt out of the ruined classroom and began to plummet. Jaune bit back a scream of terror in favor of trusting his dragon. Yang’s wings extended as the fall turned into a glide. A few flaps later and they rose into the sky. He let out a shout of joy as Yang truly began to fly. The longer they flew, the smoother her motions became. The draconic hickey on his hand heated up as it briefly touched Yang’s flank, and he could suddenly hear his beloved’s voice in his head. “Jaune?” Yang asked as he saw a vision of her naked form interposed with the dragon. It was hotter than he anticipated, the idea of Yang being beneath him and servicing him. “W-Would you like to do this more often?”
“Of course, though, I think we’ll need to get you a proper saddle.” Jaune told her with a gentle pat on her flank. It was supposed to be a teasing comment, but the spectral Yang blushed as her nipples hardened and the real Yang’s scales heated up briefly. “Oh? Does my dragoness like that idea?”
“Y-Yes.” Yang whispered as they circled back towards Beacon from their current position over the Emerald Forest. “A-And I’d like for you to, um, ride me in other ways too.”
“Like in the bedroom?” Jaune smirked as Yang’s blush deepened again. Her scales heated up again before glowing a brighter shade of gold. ‘So even her draconic form can blush.’ Jaune realized. “Well, if you like me taking the reins so much, how can I say no?”
“I-I do like you, um, taking the reins.” Yang whispered. “Whenever you want me to fly you somewhere, I’ll drop everything to aid you. Whatever you want me to do in bed, I’ll do it. I-I’ll eat Cardin for you. I’ll probably get indigestion, but if it’d make you happy…”
“Yang, YOU make me happy.” Jaune assured her as he ran his fingers through her mane. “I’m just glad we can be so close now.”
“You know, in all the stories I’ve read about knights and dragons, the knight usually slays the dragon, not lays it.” Yang punned as she landed in a secluded area near the dorms. Jaune laughed as she crouched and let him off.
“Don’t you mean tamed it?” Jaune asked with a smirk as he snapped his fingers and she instantly transformed into her human form, still on all fours and in her birthday suit. He snapped his fingers again and she was a dragon again.
“H-How?” Yang asked as she became human once again. “Wait, don’t tell me…”
“You’re subconsciously anticipating my needs.” Jaune explained as he frowned at the window. “There’s no way we’re getting you inside without at least someone seeing you naked.” Jaune told her. “Unless you can shrink that dragon form of yours to something more portable, we’re stuck here.”
Yang frowned before screwing her eyes shut and concentrating before tensing her muscles. The golden light overtook her before a small cat-sized dragon replaced Yang as she flapped her cute little wings onto Jaune’s shoulder. “Not one word.” She hissed before Jaune raised a finger. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright, my cute little dragon.” He told her in a cutesy voice as her scales glowed again, signaling her blush. ‘This is going to be a lot of fun.’ Jaune realized as he headed up the stairs towards his dorm room with his new dragon pet/girlfriend/steed. Three forms, three roles, one soul. Life just got a lot stranger.
To be continued…