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It didn’t take her long to find her target. There, on the other side of the street, clearly visible through the window of the apartment block: a young blonde in a maid’s uniform, her otherwise unnotable appearance distinguished by her tall, branching horns and long green tail. At the sight of the latter batting back and forth, Elma grit her teeth and snarled in frustration. Tohru! 

Her rival didn’t seem to have noticed her. As a matter of fact, she seemed entirely focused on her cooking, though what she was making, Elma couldn’t begin to guess. From all the magic circles, it must be something really magical though. Maybe a special treat like dango or daifuku or–

Mouth watering, Elma shook her head and forced herself to focus. Concentrate! You’ll have time to eat later! In the meantime, Tohru was distracted, vulnerable. It was now or never. 

Drawing her trident, Elma clambered up over the wall and leapt, shooting across the street with the crash of a sonic boom, her trident’s tip aimed straight for Tohru’s heart. 

At the last second, just as she was about to strike the glass, she felt a sudden surge of magical energy and, as she blinked in shock, unable to turn back, a shockwave of the stuff washed out of the apartment and struck her, setting her vulnerable body alight. She had just enough time to scream, and–

–with an overly dramatic POOF!, everything went very, very white. 

Elma struck something hard. E-eh? she thought, struggling to sit up and look around. What happened? She felt as if she were lying on her back, but no matter how much she squirmed, she couldn’t force herself to stand. It was almost like she’d been turned to stone, only… Why could she smell meat? What was going on?! 

Slowly, the smoke started to clear. 

“Did it work?” came the familiar voice of Tohru. “Did it…? It did! It worked!” Like an enormous ship emerging from the mists, Tohru loomed out of the smoke and looked down at her with a grin. 

Elma could only stare at the gigantic dragon maid in horror. Wh-what’s going on?! She felt like a peasant looking up at the giant who’d just snatched her from her village. 

Leaning in, Tohru licked her lips. “And it looks so tasty too! I can’t believe the recycling spell could turn a random piece of trash into something so delicious! I wonder what it used though…? The waste bin doesn’t look any emptier…” 

R-recycling spell?! And, a second later: Piece of trash?! 

Tohru was practically drooling on her. “Miss Kobayashi is going to be so happy when I serve her a delicious piece of meat like you!” 

P-piece of meat?! It was almost worse than being called trash. W-wait! I’m not just a piece of meat! You can’t serve me to Kobayashi! Tohru! Tohru, can’t you hear me?! 

If she could, Tohru was doing an excellent job of hiding it. “Now, let’s start cooking. I hope Miss Kobayashi likes her steak well-done!” 

Elma squealed. C-cooking?! 

Even as she pleaded for mercy, the other dragon grabbed some salt and pepper and set about seasoning her, making Elma squeal and try to sneeze as the stuff landed all over her, a thousand tiny little bombs, each igniting her senses. 

Next, Tohru heated a pan and, without warning, flipped her into it. Elma could only scream as her back hit the hot, oil-slathered surface, instantly striking her with a searing blast of pain. It felt like she was being branded. 

As she lay there, sizzling in the oil and wanting to scream, the heat spread slowly through her form, threatening to melt her mind outright and leaving her whining in torment. In minutes, she could barely think, she was so hot. She felt like she’d been stewing in a sauna for hours and hours, and it didn’t help that Tohru kept basting her in butter. 

After several minutes, Tohru flipped her, sending her spinning through the air before slamming back down, face first, into the scalding oil of the pan again. Elma screamed, pleading for mercy, and a few minutes later, Tohru gave her it. …For a few minutes, anyway, at which point she flipped her straight back onto her face again. 

For the next ten minutes, Elma lay there in a state of orgasmic torture, flipped from one side to the other, drowning in her juices as the oil of the pan sizzled beneath her. The worst thing was the smell: the scent of her own cooking flesh would have made her mouth water. Had she still had one. 

Finally, just as Elma decided she couldn’t take it anymore, her captor leaned in and flipped off the hob, leaving her to lie there in the slowly cooling pan and wonder what would happen to her next. Please… Have mercy…

“Mmm~, it looks so tasty!” cried Tohru. “Don’t worry, Miss Kobayashi! Dinner’s almost ready!” Finally, she flipped Elma onto a plate, she hauled her into the apartment’s kitchen, where Elma quailed to see Kobayashi sitting with a knife and fork in her hands. “Here, you go, Miss Kobayashi! One delicious well-done steak! Enjoy!” 

“...Well-done?” 

Kobayashi! Miss Kobayashi please! On the plate, Elma cowered as the human loomed over her, the blade of her knife sparkling in the light of the setting sun. Please, you can’t just eat me! You can’t! 

With a sigh, Kobayashi raised her knife and, before Elma even had time to prepare herself, slammed its prongs into her flesh. Elma squealed as the pleasure of it washed through her, but before she could overcome it, Kobayashi did something that made it even worse: digging her knife into Elma too, she started to saw, neatly slicing away a portion of the former dragon’s body. 

As she slipped it through her lips and started to chew, her meal could only scream in pleasure, pleading for her to have mercy.

**

When Elma finally returned to her senses, she found herself somewhere very cramped and very dark. A great weight sat on her body, as if she’d been crushed beneath a small mountain’s worth of rocks. 

Nnn~! Where am I? What happened to me…? 

“Well, I suppose it was okay,” said Kobayashi, voice muffled a little. “As far as steaks go, I’ve had better though…” 

A creak of wood. The weight crushing Elma lightened, and she found herself dangling from something instead. 

In the same instant, Kobayashi screamed. “Tohru?! What have you done to my butt?!” 

B-butt…?!!