Splitting Water (Double Dragongirl Tg)

The lake was unnaturally still.

A moment ago, the surface shimmered with lazy ripples and magical sparkles. Now it exploded.

SPLASH!

Two bodies burst from the water and crashed onto the grassy shore with all the grace of freshly caught fish being tossed from a net.

One landed curled like a dancer mid-spin, glistening gold scales catching the early sun. She blinked, sat up, and ran her elegant clawed fingers through her long, silky golden hair that tumbled past her shoulders like a waterfall of honey.

The other flopped down beside her with an audible “oof”, flailing in all directions. Water sprayed. Her green hair clung to her face in tangled strands, and mossy, iridescent scales covered her muscular form in jagged patterns. Her tail, thicker and spikier, slapped against the shore with a thwack like a disgruntled crocodile.

They stared at each other.

One breathless and radiant.

The other bug-eyed and horrified.

“…Nope,” Green said. “No. Nope. What the HELL just happened!?”

Gold clutched her cheeks, beaming. “Ohmygosh. Ryuka. We’re so pretty.”

“Pretty!? I have a tail!”

“You have two horns and they look amazing on you!”

Ryuka, the green scaled and completely flustered dragon girl, grabbed her head with clawed hands. “We were just swimming! I was trying to get to the surface and now I’m… we’re… And we really have boobs?!”

“Because we’re fabulous now?” Ryuko, the golden, graceful, and deeply committed to good vibes dragon girl twirled a lock of her shimmering hair. “Seriously, I feel like I should be guarding a treasure hoard or leading a sky ballet. Do you feel how smooth our scales are?!”

Ryuka shoved herself upright with far too much tail momentum and immediately flopped forward again. “ARGH!” she shouted into the ground. “I don’t even know how to move this thing! It’s like a wet noodle with abs!”

“Technically we are kind of noodly,” Ryuko said, flexing her lithe golden tail with pride. “But like, in a majestic serpentine way. Like… whoosh!” She slithered in a spiral and struck a pose.

Ryuka gritted her fangs. “We were a guy ten minutes ago!”

“And now we’re two dragon girls! It’s like a bonus round of life!”

“Bonus round?! What?! Since when does life ever throw in bonus rounds?! This is a magical identity crisis with sparkles!”

“Exactly! Sparkles! Look how they catch in our scales!” Ryuko arched her back to show off. “We’re radiant!”

“Ryuko, I literally just watched my legs melt into a meat noodle! I’m traumatized!”

“And yet your tail has a lovely definition. Look at that shimmer! Kind of mossy-forest-core. Very you.”

Ryuka clutched her head again. “I’m going to breathe fire. I swear I will.”

Ryuko giggled. “That’d be such a cool first burp too~”

Ryuka dragged herself upright again, using a nearby rock like a walker. “Okay. Okay. Deep breaths. We’re gonna talk about this like rational, probably-cursed people.”

Ryuko laid on her back in the grass, tail coiled around her like a golden pretzel. “Can we talk and sunbathe? These scales are like solar panels. I feel charged.”

“Focus!” Ryuka snapped. “We fell into the lake, remember? One second I was standing at the edge thinking, ‘Wow, sparkly,’ and the next we both slipped like clumsy idiots!”

Ryuko sighed dreamily. “It was sparkly. Like it was inviting us.”

“It sucked us in like magical quicksand! And then… then we couldn’t even swim back up!”

“But we could breathe underwater!” Ryuko sat up, eyes sparkling. “Seriously, you weren’t freaking out because we were drowning. You were freaking out because you forgot to freak out while not drowning. That was so cool.”

“I wasn’t freaking out because I was in denial!” Ryuka flailed her arms. “Humans don’t just breathe water! I thought I was hallucinating!”

Ryuko tilted her head, frowning thoughtfully. “Maybe we were. A little. But like, in a spa-dream kind of way.”

Ryuka ignored her. “Then the tingling started. That weird, crawling feeling. Like… like I stuck my whole body in soda water filled with bees.”

Ryuko clapped her hands. “Oh my gosh, yes! Fizzy! I was giggling so hard bubbles came out of my nose.”

“You were laughing?! I thought my skin was falling off!”

Ryuko nodded. “Right? It was falling off. And then growing back shiny!” She hugged herself with a delighted squeal. “I thought, ‘Oh wow, this is gonna be my villain origin story.’ But nope… dragon girl glow-up instead!”

Ryuka groaned. “No. No glow-up. It was like the water had hands and they were squishing me into a new shape. My fingers stretched. My spine cracked. My chest… ugh, don’t even get me started on the boob inflation montage.”

Ryuko flopped back again, arms splayed in bliss. “It was the best massage of my life. I never knew vertebrae could feel that satisfied.”

“My legs turned into a tail. Do you have any idea what that feels like?”

“Duh~”Ryuko raised a golden brow. “Strangely empowering? Like becoming one very long, very sexy muscle?”

“It felt like I was being turned into spaghetti by feelings.”

Ryuko giggled. “Oh no. We got pasta-fied by magic. Tragic.”

Ryuka pressed a hand to her forehead. “This is a nightmare.”

“Why do you act like I wasn’t there?” Ryuko gave her a warm, sparkly grin. “I felt the exact same thing you know~?”

Ryuka paused. She looked at her shimmering green scales, her hands, her claws, her not-at-all-leg tail twitching like a confused snake on caffeine.

And she sighed. Loudly.

“…shut up.”

Ryuka rubbed her face like she was trying to scrub off the memory. “And just when I thought it couldn’t get any weirder, it did.”

Ryuko rolled onto her stomach, kicking her tail lazily in the grass. “Oh! You mean the part where we started going two-tone? That was so cool! Like, avant-garde metamorphosis couture.”

Ryuka threw her arms up. “It was terrifying! One second I had arms, the next—bam! One was all elegant and gold with shiny little claws, the other looked like I’d been raised by tree bark and punching contests!”

“And both were amazing,” Ryuko said, admiring her claws like a proud nail model. “I mean, it was like watching a color gradient fight over us. Very ‘yin-yang but make it fabulous.’”

Ryuka jabbed a thumb at her chest. “Our hair turned into a mint-choco swirl! Half blonde, half green! You could draw a line down the middle!”

“And it was perfectly parted,” Ryuko said, eyes gleaming. “Symmetry is power.”

“Our tail, Ryuko. Our tail looked like a snake couldn’t decide what team it was on. One half was all sleek and gold like a rich villain's pet. The other half looked like a mossy battering ram!”

Ryuko gasped with joy. “You noticed! It was like being a living character design document. All we needed was a magical-girl transformation jingle.”

“And then it started,” Ryuka said, voice dropping, face pale. “That... pulling sensation.”

Ryuko sat up straighter, eyes dreamy. “Ooooh, the stretch! Like the universe was doing yoga with us.”

“It felt like I was being unzipped from reality!” Ryuka shouted. “Like someone hooked a fishing line into each side of me and yelled, ‘Time to split this boy in half!’”

“But gently,” Ryuko added. “Like a soft taffy pull. Very considerate.”

“Nothing about it was considerate! I could feel my spine unraveling! I had one eye looking left and the other looking right and they were both seeing different reflections!”

Ryuko clasped her hands in delight. “It was like watching yourself become someone else and realizing she has amazing cheekbones!”

“I heard the pop,” Ryuka whispered. “The final moment. Like a cork coming out of a bottle of cursed champagne.”

Ryuko sighed. “And then... there we were. You on one side, me on the other. Two gorgeous dragon girls. Mirror twins from a magical makeover dimension.”

“And no idea where our junk went!” Ryuka snapped.

Ryuko tapped her chin. “I’m pretty sure it turned into scale glitter. Just poof. Gone with the manhood, in with the dragon glam.”

Ryuka stared at her, seething. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“I was literally half of you. Turns out I was the fun half.”

“Heyyy! You take that back!” Ryuka protested. “I am definitely the more fun one! EEEEPPP!!! What was… that?”

Ryuko giggled. “You just screamed at a leaf because it landed on your tail.”

“It startled me! My tail’s new! I’m new!”

“Exactly! New Ryuka! She’s spicy and covered in moss, 10 out of 10 would recommend.”

Ryuka grumbled something incoherent and started slithering forward, tail flicking with a huff. “Whatever. I’m leaving. I need to find a wizard or a shrine or a cursed taco stand that can fix this.”

Ryuko followed, graceful as ever. “You know you’re not turning back.”

“I might!”

“You won’t. You love being dramatic, and now you’ve got horns to match.”

“I will tail-whip you off this continent.”

“Aw, look at us,” Ryuko cooed, catching up and coiling beside her. “Two gorgeous disaster noodles on a magical adventure.”

“Don’t call us noodles.”

“Too late. Team Disaster Noodle is already canon.”

The sun hung low on the horizon, casting golden light over the sparkling lake behind them. The two dragon girls slithered away side by side, long tails weaving softly through the grass, leaving twin trails behind them.

Ryuka sighed. “What even are we now?”

“Dragons,” Ryuko said. “But, like, hot.”

Ryuka groaned.

Ryuko winked. “You’ll come around. Trust me. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

Their laughter… half delighted, half frustrated… echoed into the distance as the sun dipped below the hills. They didn’t know where they were going. They didn’t know what they were, really.

But they had each other.

And neither one of them would ever get the last word.

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Because turning into just one monster girl just wasn't enough.