Spots and Scales
Spots and Scales
***Well, this is the first story in my group of one-shots. Done the same day as the journal too. I can really pump them out. (No pun intended) Hopefully these will have more penetration (No pun intended) than my not-so-yiffy stories. Either way, enjoy my work. (Pun intended)***
There was a loud ring that pierced the cool morning air. Sal turned and sighed and began walking towards the school with a miserable look on his face. Sal hated school. Everybody treated him like shit for something entirely out of his control. He was a halfbreed. Not just any halfbreed, Sal was half cheetah, half wolf. The combination of feline/canine seemed to offend people for some reason.
It's not like Sal was bad looking though, quite the contrary. He was short, about 5'2" and very slender. The shape of his face was clearly that of a cheetah, and his hind legs also sprang from the feline DNA. His ears and tail however were both blatantly wolfish. He had a thick, bushy, medium length tail, and large, pointed ears, as opposed to the short, round ones most cheetahs sported. His most unique aspect though, was his color. He was a deep, dark black and was covered in spots like a cheetah would normally be. These spots were a pale, pale yellow which almost looked white. Even though Sal pulled the look off very well, the fact that his colors were inverted just gave the other kids more reason to tease him.
Sal had always been treated poorly, but as he and his classmates had gotten older, the abuse had become more severe. Now, at 17 years old and about ¾ of the way through junior year, it sometimes went so far as physical violence. Not too often though. Sal was thankfully blessed with his mother's cheetah speed.
As Sal was walking up the steps on the front of school, he heard several catcalls from back out in the school yard. Sal turned around briefly, already knowing who to expect. Of course, it was Gelian and his pet stooge Mert. Gelian was a large gray wolf who'd tortured Sal for years. He seemed to despise that they shared any sort of species relationship. Mert was a tiger who was as big as he was dumb, and he was a giant. At 6'5", he was half a head taller than Gelian and about two heads taller than Sal. Gelian was wearing his trademarked cruel leer as he watched Sal walking up the steps.
"Hey, bleachstain," he called out, "wanna come over my place after school? My punching bag broke and I need something to replace it till I get a new one." Mert just gave a stupid chuckle. "Aww come on," Gelian continued, "I use gloves and I'll be sure not to break anything...much."
Sal just turned around and walked in the school, rolling his eyes. How immature can you get? Sal thought to himself. When he went to his locker and began taking out the books for his first class, something that caught his eye up the hall. It was a tall red dragon walking slowly down the rows of lockers, looking at the numbers closely. The dragon was about 6 feet tall and was fairly slim, though his wings made him look much larger than he really was. He had two black horns on his head and a long tail. Sal had never seen him before, he must be new. He shrugged and turned back to his locker. Just someone else to hate him eventually. Unexpectedly, he felt a large, strong paw grasp him by the back of the neck.
"Hey halfbreed, don't you know it's rude to walk away from someone when they're talking to you." It was Gelian. Apparently he hadn't had enough "fun" for the morning. "I need to teach you some manners." The claws on Sal's neck dug in painfully, and he winced in pain. Suddenly the pressure disappeared and Sal just heard Gelian make a loud "gurk" noise. Turning around, Sal saw Gelian sprawled on the floor with a red tail around his neck. The tail unraveled, leaving Gelian to rub his neck. Sal looked up and saw that the tail's owner was the red dragon he'd seen earlier.
"Sorry to interrupt your little game," said the dragon in a deep voice, "but this is my locker you were blocking and I need to get to class." He promptly turned and opened the locker right next to Sal's.
"Thanks for helping me," Sal said with a shy smile. "It was more than anyone else has ever done."
The dragon just shrugged. "He was blocking my locker, like I said. If you'd been three feet to the right, I wouldn't have done anything." He shut his locker and walked off. Sal stared after him, wondering if it had truly been a selfish act, or if the dragon just didn't want to admit he'd helped.
Some light coughing noises caught Sal's attention. Gelian had gotten to his feet and was glaring bloody murder at Sal, still rubbing his throat. Sal scampered off to class before Gelian could get his hands on him again.
The first two classes passed uneventfully. History was a bore, and algebra was a headache. The third class of the day was going to be unpleasant however. It was PE, and Gelian was in that class. Mert wasn't, thankfully. Being the size of a small truck meant that the teachers thought it would be dangerous to have him tackling smaller students. Instead, he spent the period in remedial math, trying to prod some life into his brain.
In the locker room, Sal just stripped down to his gym clothes, which he wore under his day clothes, and ran out into the gymnasium before he could be accosted again. As bad as Gelian was, he wouldn't do anything while a teacher was around. The PE instructor was a short wolverine who was known for his foul temper and love of violent games.
"Okay pansies," the teacher yelled once everyone was assembled, "time for a game of Assault. Separate into two teams. I'm sure you all know the rules." At that moment, the doors opened from the locker room opened and the large red dragon walked out.
"Sorry sir, I got lost." He handed the teacher a note.
"Yeah whatever," the wolverine glared at the note, then up at the dragon. "You know how to play Assault..." he looked at the note again, "...Davren?"
"Yes sir," the dragon said, looking unhappy.
"Well choose a team then," the coach said, then raised his voice and addresses everyone else. "I'm going to get the balls, do some warm up laps while I'm gone." He blew a blast on his whistle and turned towards the storage room. Sal saw Gelian sprinting right at him, and sensing doom, turned and ran off. The next five minutes consisted of Gelian trying in vain to catch up to Sal. Everyone stopped when the coach came back.
"Back to your teams," he hollered. Sal hadn't been paying attention earlier, but now that he saw his team, he knew there would be trouble. Gelian was grouped up with Sal, whereas the dragon, Davren, was on the opposite team. For those who don't know, assault is like mobile dodgeball between two teams, so it was usually violent and messy. Gelian would have plenty of opportunity to cause Sal grief.
The coach blew his whistle and started beaning balls all over the gym. While the students sprinted all over trying to grab them, Gelian took the chance to slam Sal with an elbow, knocking him to the ground. By the time Sal had hauled himself up, the gym was a full blown war zone. Balls were flying in all directions. Every now and then, someone would walk off to sit on the bleachers, meaning they'd been hit. Sal saw Gelian running his direction again and braced himself for another blow. It never came, fast as lightning, Davren hurled a ball which smashed Gelian right in the back of the head. Off balance, Gelian fell face forward to the ground. Sal tossed a smile Davren's way. He responded by tossing a ball Sal's way, lightly bouncing it off his chest. Sal walked towards a bleacher, as far from Gelian as possible, and watched the game play out. Davren's team wound up winning.
After gym class was over, there was French and English, both of which passed uneventfully. When the bell rang to go home, Sal snuck out the rear door, intending to walk home through the woods and lessen the chances of an unpleasant encounter. As he walked past the small utility shed at the rear of the school, Gelian jumped out and sunk a fist into Sal's gut.
"Thought you'd sneak out on me, did you." Gelian was raging mad, apparently he blamed Sal for Davren's timely interventions. Another punch and Sal was on the ground, curled into a ball, which Gelian was kicking and stomping furiously. "Little halfbreed fag...you again!"
Sal glanced up and saw Davren, walking angrily towards Gelian. "You caught me off guard before, let's see how tough you are now." It was as if Davren's fist had been fired from a cannon. It connected with the wolf's jaw and sent him flying backwards. Gelian was down for the count. Sal tried to stand up, but when he got to his knees, a wave of dizziness hit him and he passed out.
Sal woke up in bed, but not his bed. When he opened his eyes, he saw Davren bandaging a scrape on his arm. "I guess he was in your way walking home?" Sal coughed a bit. His ribs felt bruised.
Davren looked over and gave a weak smile. "I guess the secret's out that I'm not a complete ass. Why does he hate you so much?"
"Who, Gelian," Sal asked. Davren nodded. "It's because I'm a halfbreed mutt and it offends him for some reason," Sal said bitterly. Davren just sighed.
"Well it could be worse. You could be half platypus, half giraffe. Then you'd be ugly as well as a halfbreed. At least you're cute." Sal could barely believe his ears. Was this dragon actually calling him cute? Davren must have seen Sal's shock, because he looked nervous all of a sudden. "Well...cute is...what I meant to say...umm...don't tell please?"
Sal responded by planting a quick peck on the dragon's lips. A smile spread across Davren's scaly muzzle and he dove down and gave Sal a real kiss. Sal snaked his arms up around Davren's neck and pulled him close. Sal felt the dragon's tongue push at his lips, and he opened up to let it in. Davren's tongue slipped into Sal's mouth and began wrestling with his own tongue. Sal moaned into the kiss and felt his member start to poke from its sheath.
Davren must have noticed the bulge, because he slid his hand down Sal's chest and under his wasteband. Sal gasped as he felt the scaly hand close over his cock. He moaned again and broke the kiss with a look of lust in his eyes. He unbuttoned his pants and pushed them, his gym shorts, and his underwear down and kicked them all off. Davren looked down at the cock in his hand and smiled. "I see you take after the wolf down there too," he said, rubbing Sal's knot.
"Well that's unfair," Sal said with a fake pout. "You can see my junk, but I can't see yours." Davren just chuckled and dropped his pants, exposing his throbbing, jet black erection to the air. Sal's eyes widened. "I guess what they say about dragons is true. That thing's huge." It was at least 10 inches long and as thick at the base as a soda can.
"Not too big I hope," Davren said with a giggle. Sal responded by taking the tip into his mouth and suckling. "Ahh! Guess not," Davren panted. Sal started bobbing his head, taking as much of the swollen dragon meat into his muzzle as he could. Davren complimented his efforts by moaning and grunting. Sal was lost in happiness. He was slurping the dragon's cock and drinking down the sweet pre it produced. Suddenly, Davren pulled out of Sal's mouth. "Want to try something else," Davren asked.
"Hehehe, if it involves you fucking me, then hell yes." Sal giggled and lifted his legs. Davren moved around and placed Sal's ankles on his shoulders. He leaned forward, teasing the small pink pucker with his tapered cock tip. Once the entrance was coated in pre, Davren started pushing forward. When about 6 inches were in, Sal grunted. "Ugh, stop for a second. I need to get used to it." He panted, allowing his tailhole to get used to the dragon's girth. After a couple minutes, his anal ring felt relaxed enough to continue.
Sal nodded to Davren, signaling that it was okay to continue. Davren pushed forward again, feeding more of his ebony tool into Sal's tight tailhole. A few seconds later, he felt his genital slit press against Sal's furry ass. He waited a moment longer, again allowing Sal to adjust, before pulling slowly out again. Once only the tip was embedded in the tight entrance, Davren pushed back in, setting up a slow rhythm of back, forth, in, out.
Sal moaned in pleasure as the dragon's thick member rubbed and squeezed his prostate. His own 6 inch wolfcock was leaking pre and matting his spotted belly fur. Sal had his eyes closed tight in pleasure, but they shot open when he felt warm wetness engulf his throbbing cock. Davren was using his long neck to great effect, sucking Sal off at the same time as fucking him. The twofold pleasure sent Sal to new heights of bliss. He moaned and murred almost constantly. Sal removed his legs from over Davren's shoulders and wrapped them around his waist. He used this new position to pull Davren into him at a faster pace. The red dragon chuckled around Sal's pink cock and started fucking faster, slamming into Sal's ass harder with each thrust. Sal just moaned, his tongue hanging from his mouth. He began to feel his orgasm coming, try though he might to hold it off.
"Unf...I'm g...ahh...gonna cum," Sal said between grunts. Davren just sped up his thrusts and sucked Sal harder. Finally, Sal couldn't hold it any more. He saw stars as his knot swelled up and he blasted cum into Davren's eager muzzle. Sal's orgasm also caused his tailhole to clamp down like a vice. The added pressure pushed Davren over the edge. With a rumbling growl, he came, splashing jet after jet of sticky, white dragon cum into Sal's ass.
When their orgasms had subsided, Davren let Sal's cock out of his mouth and pulled his own member from Sal's ass. The dragon flopped down next to Sal and panted. "That was incredible." Davren sounded exhausted.
"So," Sal gasped, "Does this mean we're boyfriends?" Davren responded with a deep kiss, still tasting of Sal's cum. Sal smiled, contented. Maybe school wasn't so bad after all.