"Hah! Take that! And...that!"

A bat here, a tail whip there, and with a final triumphant roar, the collection of stones that could barely be suggested to be a man crumbled, scattering on a heap that clattered around the forest clearing. Before it, a dragon the size of a large hunting dog whooped and cheered, bouncing around on the spot and stomping their paws and claws into the dirt, kicking up very little but expressing his delight nonetheless.

"You're no match for me, evil-doer! For I am Ignacarious Gigantareno Rex Le Spes Offerentis!" He rattled off the name in quick succession, like it had been rehearsed, before standing on his hind legs and spreading out his forearms and wings. "The tragedy that the people of Noxus know as Smolder! Except for Marinos."

He landed on all fours and turned his nose up at the pile of rocks with indignation, satisfied with himself and his victory. With a huff and a grin, he turned instead to the collection of man-shaped hay bales, their fronts covered in cloth painted with bright red circles to notate them as targets; they were his fire-breathing practice. He'd been given some by a couple of humans who knew of him as a gift to help hone his fire-breathing capabilities, but he wasn't quite yet at the state of being able to produce nothing more than a fireball...that wasn't going to stop him from trying though.

He sucked in a breath, readying himself, and then quickly spat, shooting a puff of flame that barely travelled more than an inch or two before it completely dissipated, fizzling out into nothing. The young dragon frowned, going cross-eyed as he tried to look down at his nose before he shook his head and furrowed his brow in determination. He gritted his teeth and charged up again, lifting himself onto his back feet in an effort to try and motivate himself or add more power to his breath. He stomped forward, pressing his front paws to the floor, and with a mighty-- albeit boyish-- roar, he opened his mouth wide and willed the flames forth. They travelled, that much was certain, but when his squinting eyes widened to see what was in front of him, dismay and frustration washed over his face at the sight of two untouched mannequins; the flames hadn't reached.

The frustration grew quickly, and with a snarl of annoyance, the Dragon launched. The young dragon, known to his human friends as Smolder, leapt towards the nearest mannequin, barrelling straight through and causing the target dummy's mast to crack and snap from the young dragon's weight-- he was about as big as a human, after all. Smolder sailed forward, letting out a cry of surprise as the training dummy swung backwards, and he landed in a heap atop it in the dirt. For a moment, the wind was taken out of him, but he quickly pushed himself back up to an all-fours position, staring down at the mess he'd created.

"Um, well...h-haha! I triumph once again!" Smolder spluttered, but there was no one around to really see the embarrassing tumble. He stomped over the training dummy, pushing his paws into the cloth and hay with an aloof expression, a smirk crossing his maw before he looked down at the dummy, striding around on top of it in a circle, pretending he was crushing cities and buildings underfoot, like the terrifying, glorious Dragon he eventually would be.

"Consider yourself done, puny human!" Smolder stamped definitively around the head area of the training dummy with a hind paw, deliberately pivoting and grinding his paw into the mannequin's blank visage. "And now, I'll feast on your flesh, and gorge myself with your blood! Haha!"

The young Dragon whirled on the spot and squatted his body down, opening his mouth and taking a bite out of the hay structure of the dummy's face, immediately feeling the prickle of the sharp strands against his tongue. He recoiled his mouth and spat, noisily complaining about the sensitive prodding to his tongue, and his body squirmed to get comfortable atop the dummy, his legs spreading out as his arms curled up around his chest, front paws gripping to the mannequin's front.

With that movement, something stirred. Maybe it was the tickle of hay that he could feel around the crease of his inner thigh, or the softness of the cloth that was making up the dummy's 'shirt', but something rubbed in a way that made him hesitate, just for a moment, his brain filled with a mixture of emotions...confusion, intrigue, and tantalising pleasure, like getting his belly rubbed. It was easy to chase the high of that third sensation and he shifted, trying to recreate the motion that sparked it...such a thing came to him easily, as all it took was a little grinding of his crotch area against the cloth. Now that he tried to replicate it, the reason for the feeling became clear; the cloth was soft, and rubbed sensually along the length of a part he only used in passing, a handful of times a day, for obvious reasons.

An unintentional groan came from him, for the sensation felt good; it was like scratching an itch he hadn't been able to reach in so long, like when he got Marinos to pick between the grooves of his back, or when he pushed his back up against a tree and wriggled. He just wanted to chase the feeling and he did just that, pushing his body down further to really make that cloth inch deep into that sensation, to scratch his deepest itches...and he succeeded, but not without some confusion. The young dragon turned his head and shifted, rolling his body, craning his neck to look down the length of his slender feral form as he lifted up a back leg and swung onto his side, still somehow managing to teeter on the top of the mannequin. His head tilted in bewilderment as his eyes fell upon a protrusion from his cream-scaled slit.

He frowned, driven by curiosity. It was a part of him, and so he understood instinctively that that mass wasn't a bad thing...but this was the first time he'd ever laid eyes upon it. A front paw trailed down the contours of his cream-coloured underbelly, rubbing across his chest area and down to the dips and divets of his stomach, where his clawed, rounded paw tips hovered just above his slit, apprehensive to touch. When he inevitably took the plunge and did, however, indescribable pleasure washed over him. he let out a grunt, boyish and inexperienced, as he instinctively pushed his hips up in between the gaps of two of his digits, and his eyes widened as he felt the slippery mass shoot from his slit, pushing upwards, spurred by that delightful sensation. His back paws curled, beans squishing against each other, and he huffed harshly through his nose, his mouth clamping shut. He was speechless, for once in his life, as his brain attempted to process the pleasure.

Logically, his young mind could not put two and two together. The unknown of it was scary, but he couldn't deny that feeling, either-- it was intoxicating, and all he thought was that he wanted to feel it again. As soon as he lifted his front paw and dragged his digits up the length to the tip, he shuddered and quivered, a shaky groan escaping his maw through briefly parted lips. It felt sticky to the touch, and his dragging movements felt like they were gliding along the mass, which was only a couple of inches in length, at that. He focused his attention back down to it, trembling as he pushed his paw towards it and forced it to angle directly perpendicular from his slit. He could see, now that he examined it closer, that the mass very much was a part of his body, as he instinctively suspected-- he could see the flesh beneath the spread opening of his scales, sitting around the base of that mass, and the two were connected. What's more, it felt good just to push on it, and it's like it had a life of its own, stiffening and pushing back against him in response. It was slender in shape, kind of like a pepper, that was a little thicker at the base and bulged outwards before tapering to a cone-like tip, where there seemed to be a hole...though Smolder could barely see it thanks to a leaking substance from the end, translucent and clear, that dribbled down the length of it. It reached his digits, eventually, and he retracted his hand, examining the way the fluid seemed to cling messily to his claw tips and beans, glistening in the sunlight and hanging in strings.

With panting breaths, Smolder swung himself back down, planting his crotch down against the painted cloth as he brought his forepaw back up. The pressure that spread across his crotch felt intense, but it was quickly outweighed by the inescapable pleasure that shot up his spine, making his back legs quake as his hips instinctively pushed down and rolled, his tiny length pushing down in a way that dragged it sensually along the cloth, smearing the fluids of his lubrication against it, along with the pre-cum. It would have dried his member, were he not loosely humping in the same spot over and over, each drag and pump of his young feral hips more or less smearing around the same lubricated spot.

"Oooh, that's..." He squirmed, mumbling his thoughts, though no one but he was around to hear them. "Y-Yeah..."

He started to hump with a rather eager, boyish fervency, his hips bucking forwards and his muscles clenching with each thrust as he rubbed the couple of inches of his length against the cloth, stimulating it across the slippy damp fabric. Each little hump sent a pleasurable spark of desire up his spine that he instinctively knew that was a good thing, and it encouraged him to continue humping. Is this what mating was? He remembered some of the humans talking about it, the idea of sticking something into a female. His mind swam with the thoughts of it, what it might look like...he'd never seen another Dragon in his life apart from his mom, though. He imagined something as big as her, but not her-- a different colour, maybe, to make the distinction clear. Whenever he thought of his mom in that way, he cringed, like he thought he was going to be scolded for just thinking about it...but thinking about some other female seemed to turn him on more. He imagined her spread hind legs, her raised flank, lifted tail, a slippery slit inviting him, awaiting him...

His thoughts danced and evolved as he continued to hump, his expression one of pure innocent bliss; he bit down on his bottom jaw with his front teeth, dexterously curling the scales inwards to cover over his bottom teeth. He lidded his eyes and they glazed over as he focused more on the sensations than his own vision, and his wings trembled and flapped as his tail swished and his paws curled and flexed with every other hump. Sharp, harsh inhales and exhales came from his tiny nostrils as his mind shifted from thoughts of an expectant female to him mounting her, relishing the potential size difference. He hummed under his breath to the thought as his hips humped a little faster, sharp, boyish pants coming from his slightly opening maw. He huffed hot breaths as his body worked to chase the feeling, the sounds of his rolling hips becoming a little audible as the cloth shifted under his slender young frame, and more and more fluids soaked the fabric, slicking up his member by extension.

"Y-Yeah...I'm the biggest, baddest dragon," Smolder mumbled to himself, too lost in his thoughts to be paying attention to anything else but the pleasure. "I'm gonna mate you and you'll have my c-clutch...!"

The young dragon's hips quickened with his words, his huffs of bliss shifting into grunts of fervent passion as he followed that intoxicating sensation, delighting in the way it became more intense. His body writhed, his mind hazy, as pre-nut readily dribbled from the end of such a tiny dick, the tip of it sandwiched easily between cloth and scale. A sudden shudder rolled through the boy, causing him to squeak, and his hips sped up as fast as he could as he bit down on his bottom lip, his eyes rolling up. It was the most intense feeling he'd ever experienced, and it spread to every limb, making it huff, gasp and whimper with intense emotions he'd never felt before.

That feeling within him coiled tighter and tighter with each passing moment until something inside him snapped. It was as if it couldn't be tightened any more and everything gave, like when he played tug of war with some of the humans. When his body couldn't hold on and that tight feeling he'd been grasping on to loosened, he trembled from the flood of heat and tingling dizziness that spread across his body, making his limbs and wings outstretched. Against the damp painted cloth, his little cock throbbed, bouncing wildly up and down, before tiny dribbles of more opaque, off-white fluid oozed from the tip, some of them potent enough to spurt out a little bit, splattering onto his scales in little droplets before they soaked down into the less damp spots of the cloth. Smolder stayed rigid as he gasped, his breath hitching with every vivid pulse of his length before, after a handful of moments, his whole body relaxed.

A groan came from the boy, intermingled between inexperienced pants, as he flopped against the training dummy, resting his head on the cloth, half of his chin already touching hay. He couldn't help but to rub his hips a little more, wriggling and gyrating, before he tiredly started to shift. He swung his body around, but didn't quite have the dexterous expertise that he did the first time-- when he tried to balance himself on the dummy, he instead rolled too far, and with a cry he tumbled, falling off the hay-made man and onto the floor on his back. The wind wasn't particularly taken out of him, though; the drop was only a few inches, at that. He was, however, momentarily disoriented, but when he got his bearings, his eyes immediately travelled down, falling onto his crotch and spread legs. He put his front paws down to his chest, rubbing towards his stomach, and his padded digits smeared through the mixed substance of cum and pre-nut for the first time. He watched as it clung between his scales and fingers, and he tentatively brought it to his mouth to taste.

"Yuck! Salty!" He recoiled and spat, grimacing as he tried to wipe the substance off his paw, smearing it into his scales. He spread his hands to look down at his little length, watching as it receded and shrank away like a predator slipping back into the bushes to await its next prey. It felt a dribbling trail in its wake that pooled a little around his slit, and he frowned, trying to wipe it off as best he could. His heart was still hammering, and his limbs ached, like he'd had a good run. He rolled onto his side and stretched himself out, his young eyes already half-drooping in the wake of his first orgasm.

With a mumble to himself, he closed them, his body taking the reigns ahead of his thoughts. As he slept, he dreamt of all manner of sordid things, such wicked and heinous boyish desires that would no doubt inevitably stir him out of his slumber. The floodgates of his dragon pubescent had opened, and there was no stopping the hormonal perversion that would follow.