Young Steven Drake looked into the koi fish pond and focused on the reflection on the surface of the water. The shiner on his left eye was more apparent than he thought, and he fought back the tears as best as he could, but couldn't help but see the water ripple and warp as a result of stray drops hitting the surface. His tattered red bandanna wouldn't hide it very well, so he left it tied around his neck.
The young lizard reshouldered his backpack and scuffled onwards down the dirt path between the houses, not very eager to make it back home at the end of the school day. All the bigger lizards loved to tease and get physical with each other, including him. Somehow they regard him as a friend, but he never really felt like a member of the group, besides the fact that they said they had to stick together.
And then came the stoats. "Too boisterous", they had said to the scales, "too obnoxious". "Just like their disgusting, washed-out dads", they said. And then they preceded to punch and beat one another up.
The lizards, though, retaliated furiously. Teeth, fists, claws, and tails all flew at the mammals, and this back-and-forth went on for about a solid three or four minutes before the older reptiles switched tactics and halted the battle. Two of the stronger stoats, one male, one female, were getting exhausted from the lizards ganging up on them, until they lost their footing. The bigger lizard boys took immediate advantage... Heated up by the heat of battle, they gave into their instincts... All the others slowly stopped and watched in horror as the chameleon twins mounted the strong female stoat and a monitor and an iguana each had their fun with the male mammal's rear. This display of dominance came as a horror to the mammals, and secretly to young Steven. The stoats scurried off with their tails between their legs - literally -, while the scales walked onwards, the larger ones laughing and boasting about their dominance while the rest laughed along, praised the big lizards, or stayed silent.
Steven did not escape unscathed, in either sense. Seeing such a display of lewdness out in the open... irked him somewhat. His silent walk home was slower than usual.
His trail went between a few houses, leading to a canopied path accessing some doors of the homes nearby, mailboxes near the paths. The wooden brown door with the dragon-ornamented door knocker loomed before him, his family's house standing like a teacher looming over a disobedient student. Steven knew that what was about to happen wasn't going to be good.
Still, he flipped the door knocker his specific pattern, so someone on the other side of the door would know it was him. He hadn't received a copy of the house key just yet, so this was what he had to do instead. From behind the door, he heard footsteps approach and the handle clink. The door cracked open, and there was his sister, Minerva, on the other side.
"Hey, bro! How wa--"
She stopped and gasped, noticing the black eye. "Ven! What happened!?"
"Hey, Min." He nonchalantly stepped into the house, gave her sis a hug, and dropped his pack onto the floor in the entryway. A poorly-timed sniffle betrayed his facade, and Minerva was about to ask further, when they heard the familiar loud voices coming from the living room.
"Damn mammals feel like they can change the housing laws, again?! I swear, if they get another member on the H.O.A. board, they'll do whatever it takes to make sure we can't do ANYTHING to repair a damn picket fence!" The scarred and grim-faced lizard grumbled and roared, surrounded by similarly-faced reptiles as they yelled and complained to one another in the living room. The adults of the kids with whom Steven associated every day were there, peeking out the large window at the street, cans of beverages in hand. The scarred lizard turned and noticed the two younger ones in the entryway, and began to get out of his worn chair.
"H-hi- hello, sir," Steven stuttered, knowing what was coming was not going to be good.
"My child of vengeance," said his father, using the name he frequently uses when talking to him, "what in the hell happened to you?" He stood there, tall and imposing, his hands behind his back, his face perpetually set as if dispensing judgment upon everything he laid his eyes on.
Steven knew, there was no use lying to him, or trying to skirt the situation, but he also knew exactly how he would react to the full report... "Well, I ... uh... I was on my way home with Titus and Bracken and them, and then the stoats showed up out of nowhere, and --"
"Stoats?! Where did this happen, boy?!"
"On-on-on Riverside, sir."
The older lizard groaned and huffed in frustration. Steven continued before he could reply. "We-we beat each other up a bit, and, like, Terr' and Cory and Bracken and Kane... they..." He could only trail off, and his father took the floor.
"They think they could just DO that to our kid, and NOT get away with it?" He turned back to the consortium. "You hear this?! These mammals just feel like they can take over whatever they damn well please. Accursed upstarts! By our ancestors, they need to be put in their place."
"B-but, sir! Kane an-and Bracken, they..."
The patriarch swung around with an evil glare. "Mind yer tongue, boy. Don't interrupt me when I--"
"Sir... they got INTO the stoats, sir."
A single eyebrow cocked, as the verdant green eyes of his father shines and bore through him. "What... do you mean, 'into'?"
Steven gulped hard, lowering his head and meekly approaching his father, leaning in to avoid being heard as he whispered.
After a few moments of nodding, the scarred lizard turned back to the rest of the group and walked over to the large monitor, giving the monitor a pat on his shoulder and saying, "Yer boy showed them mammals today that we are not to be messed with. Ya sure taught him well."
The monitor lizard chuckled, "Lemme guess. He done sexed up some weasel's virgin tush and sent his ass cryin' home to his mama."
"That's what my child here says." The older lizard sat back down in his worn-out chair, grabbing an opium-scented incense stick and lighting the end over the ashes of the previous one, blowing out the flame immediately. "Them vermin are not to be trusted. None of 'em."

Steven looked at the mirror and saw himself slightly more clearly than his reflection from the pond's surface earlier. On his left, his mother handed him a plastic bag with ice in it, for his injured eye. "Gonna take a couple of days to get rid of that. This better not mean I get any phone calls from your teachers."
"I'll be fine, Mama. Promise."
His mother stepped out of the bathroom. "Dinner will be ready in 15 minutes. Wash your hands and come set up the table."
"Okay, Mama!" Steven turned the faucet and took off his fingerless gloves before soaking his hands. He then finally noticed his knuckles had been cut and bleeding, so he began rubbing his hands feverishly to get the dried blood out.
"Are you okay, Ven?" Minerva was standing in the doorway, watching his expression.
Steven jumped a little, but then sighed as he saw his sister standing there. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just... Still shook up, is all."
All of a sudden, Minerva tightly hugged her brother, burying her face into his collar. Her empathy for him went deep, and this heart-felt hug was something he unquestioningly returned in kind. It lasted a while.
Eventually, Minerva released her grip and backed up from Steven, eyes watered but not dripping. "I hope you feel better soon," she smiled feebly, looking deep into his eyes.
He smiled back, "Th-thanks, Min."
Steven grabbed the ice pack and slowly, gingerly, placed it against his black eye. The cold was uncomfortable, given his cold-blooded nature, but the rocky, jutting points of the ice cubes jammed into his skin and just felt wrong. There was no way he would vocalize any complaints to his mother, though, so he stepped off from the little step-stool he needed to reach the sink, and walked past Minerva out the door, down the hall, and down the stairs.

Finally seated at the table, the family of five looked to their scowling patriarch before beginning the partaking of the meal. He stood at the head of the table, the fireplace on his right casting ominous shadows across his face, silhouettes of his thorns on the wall. He began saying grace:
"Let us give thanks and honor to our ancestors, the blessed dragons... whose blood flows through us, empowers us, and guides us. May we ever serve worthy of their blessing, amen."
"Amen" came the collective voices around the table: Steven at his father's immediate right, Minerva on his right, their mother on her right at the other end of the table, and older sister Kayla on their father's left. Steven noticed his sire glancing at the painting of a draconic image on the wall past Kayla's shoulder, hand on his chest, before sitting down at the table.
The meal was silent, save for their mother getting up and serving Minerva some food directly. "Carrots?" "Yes, peas." "No, carrots, silly." "Hee hee hee!"
Steven remained quiet as he served himself from the plates on the table, glancing at his father every few seconds, who was lost in his own thoughts.
His voice came up unexpectedly, saying "Kayla, darling, what sort of prize have you managed to get yourself this time, hmm?" Kayla stiffened, the serving spoon in her hand halfway between the ravioli serving bowl and her plate, a chunk of sauce about to fall onto the table. "I'm guessing a member of the varsity basketball team, if the rumors have any credibility."
Steven thought to chime in with, "Oh, Kay, you got a new boyfriend?"
"Da-a-ad," Kayla said, visually perturbed, "it only happened this morning. How could you even know about it?"
Steven and Minerva giggled lightly as their father smiled playfully, "I have my network of spies everywhere, watching, waiting, reporting to me of anything and everything you do." His eyes narrowed in a mock sneer.
"Ugh! Da-a-ad, please!" Kayla was blushing visibly, "That's so messed up!"
"Hah hah haaah, I'm only joking with you, my darling sweet. ...They only report to me about every OTHER thing you do."
Steven chuckled as Kayla rolled her eyes, finally getting the humor.
"So, when are you going to bring this basketball star home, huh? I'd like to meet him."
"Ferrus, please," came the cooing voice of reason from their mother at the other end of the table. "Let her live her life somewhat."
"She's still my darling sweet Kayla, and I still care about her well-being."
Kayla hesitated. "He's... not ready, I don't think."
The older lizard had his glass halfway to his lips, when he hesitated. "'Ready' for, what do you mean?"
Steven heard Kayla gulp, and a quivering in her voice. "Well, I mean, he's not devoted really to the whole 'dragon reclamation' thing yet... He doesn't seem like he really feels any better than the mammals."
A low growl rumbled in Ferrus's throat. Everyone at the table held their breath.
Kayla followed up quickly with "B-but I think that he can be convinced, Dad! He, he just needs to be eased into it, is all."
Ferrus cocked an eye at his eldest daughter, who stood up straighter in her chair and puffed out her developing but already well-endowed chest. Their mother shook her head dismissively, "Kay, please."
"Waste not your efforts, my sweet," rumbled the older lizard towards his daughter, "just understand that your parents want the best for you. Someone who can uphold honor and keep you in a safe, secure, and draconic environment."
"W-well yeah, da~ad."
"Much like your father has proven time and time again to my parents, for me," chuckled their mother, smiling brightly at Ferrus.
"Eva, it's because I knew you would be the best matriarch for these wonderful little ones," the father chuckled, motioning to the three younger lizards seated around the table.
The evening continued onward with a jovial, positive air. Father being witty, telling another story about their draconic ancestors. Mother clarifying, keeping the excitement in check. Minerva was laughing at their father's antics, and Kayla was trying to finish her meal between interjecting fits of chuckling. Steven was laughing too, but his mind was in three places at once. He tried to maintain interest in the family's conversation, but he could not help but keep his eyes from traveling to his older sister's body. Nor his thoughts from the incident earlier involving the reptiles dominating the stoats. He willed himself to not become so excited, but the proof of his excitement was showing fairly well, and would've been revealed to all there, were it not for the fact that it was well-hidden under the table.

Later that night, Steven turned in his bed again, unable to sleep. His excitement was yet to be satiated. The heat from his blankets became too much, so he had kicked them off of his bunk bed onto the floor below. His head was filled with scenes and glimpses from that day, all swirled together: Bracken's member exposed to the air, the chameleon twins pounding the stoat girl's virgin hole, Kay's chest at the dinner table. Underneath his shorts, his young stick was hard and sensitive, disobediently remaining erect and leaving him sleepless.
A small creak from the doorway made him freeze in place and gulp loudly. "Psst... Ven!" He heard the voice of his young sister Minerva pierce the dark room, whispering to him.
Steven turned slowly and looked down from his top bunk. He whispered back, "Yo, Min. What're you doing up?"
"I can ask the same to you. How is it you're not sleeping? I can hear you turning from my bedroom." Min's bed was just on the other side of the wall from his.
"I... I-I'm just having trouble falling asleep, is all. Go on back to bed." In the dark, he shifting eyes darted nervously about as he tried playing it cool.
Min was now standing at the foot of the bunk bed, whispering softly up at Ven. "What did you mean, 'they got into the stoats'?"
The mention of the stoats and their violation that afternoon sent a pang through Steven's body, and his cock twitched under his shorts. Gulping down a groan, he whispered hastily, "N-not now, Min. Go to bed and ask me late--"
"What's the matter? You're acting like it's something bad, or wrong, or secret. What's the matter, Ven?" Her voice was pleading, rising in volume.
Steven hissed a shush, "Alright! If I tell you, will you go back to bed?"
Minerva twirled in place as her reply, her nightgown spinning like she was in a princess's dress. A view from underneath would've revealed that she was only wearing pink panties under her gown.
Steven hesitated, looking back at the door and seeing it cracked open. He sat up at the edge of the bed, then dropped down next to Minerva, who knew to step out of the way. Steven walked by her to the door, slowly shutting it with the doorknob turned, to the latch didn't make a noise. Once the door was shut, he deftly walked past Minerva again, who was seated on the bottom bunk. Steven went to the nightstand and placed a black cover over the lamp before turning it on, raising the amount of light in the room by a minuscule amount, enough to let Ven and Min see each other, but not enough for it to leak out of the doorway into the hall. Hopefully.
"Min," Steven turned to his sister in all seriousness, looking into her eyes and whispering firmly, "do not, ever EVER, tell anyone that we're talking about this. You promise?"
Min smiled innocently at her brother, "Of course, big brother. I don't tell anyone our secrets, ever." She opened her eyes and saw... "Ven, what's in your pants, there?"
The lizard boy gulped again, frozen in place, taken off balance and unable to come up with a proper response or rebuttal. "Ehh... Um... Ah, Min? Um..."
"Can I see?" she asked curiously. It took Steven a solid five seconds to turn his head to the side and consider even acknowledging she had ask him.
"That's... I- I guess that's, that's part of what you w-w-wanted to ask me about," Steven stuttered, his member twitching again as Min's gaze toggled between focusing on Ven's expression and the thing in his shorts.
"Is it a stick toy, like what Kay has?"
Steven's eyes fluttered as he processed the question. "...What? K-Kay..?"
"Kay has some toys that I hear her using sometimes, when she's alone in her room. They buzz a bit, or something. I saw them in her dresser when I snuck in after school. What does yours look like?"
Steven was taken aback to the point where his senses and inhibitions melted away. He sat down next to Minerva, his dear sister, and gripped the edges of his shorts. "...Alright..." He tugged his shorts down and held his breath.
He stared at Min's face, unable to look anywhere else, but was surprised to find her face travel from confused, to recognition, to fascination. "Whoa..." she whispered in stunned admiration, her eyes taking in the sight of male genitalia. "So that's what they really look like, huh?"
Ven was speechless. He would've thought Min was going to recoil, or scream, or gasp or something negative like that. The tension in his shoulders relaxed, and he looked down at his own package to make sure it was what she was seeing, and was somehow relieved to find his stiffened member and lizard orbs still there.
"Shh shh, yeah that's what I have," he finally managed to whisper shakily.
"D-does it hurt, when it's that hard?"
"A little bit, but not really. It's just really sensitive to touch."
She cocked her head to look around his member and get a close look at it. Steven then muttered hesitantly, experimentally, "Y-you... you c-cannnnnn touch it, if-if ya want."
Min looked up at Ven's face for a moment, then looked back at her brother's penis. She brought out a single finger and passed over the pink skin, from the glans to the base, before shuddering and jumping back. "It feels so weird!" she said slightly loudly.
Ven's eyes rolled back and fluttered from the touch. His hand reflexively gripped his member, and his breathing deepened as he sighed and smiled into the darkness. After a few moments, he turned to look at Min, who was staring at him with an intrigued look. "Bro, are you sure you're okay?"
"It... it just feels good, is all. Like a tickle."
"So... What does it have to do with..?"
Ven swallowed a gulp, his throat drying. "It's... Well, when this turns hard, a guy can push it inside, like, a girl's special hole, or a butt, or..."
"Ooohhh, like my special hole?"
Steven nodded slowly, his eyes shaking. "Y-yes, like your 'special hole'."
"Kay likes using her toys on her special hole, I think. Is it because it feels good?"
"Yeah, I suppose so. But that's what I meant by 'into' them."
"'Cause they go... into... Oh, okay okay. Thanks, Ven."
Min stood up, and just like that, she started making her way to the door. She whispered again, "Do you think adults like doing that all the time?"
"Yeah, I think it looks like fun, because it feels good."
"Maybe..." Min paused at the door. "Maybe when we're adults, we can try that out."
Steven's eyes were as large as saucers. "M-m-maybe we can try it whenever, right? Maybe, yeah. I mean, all we need is... Well, I just need to get my... self... hard, and that's easy."
"Maybe we can try it tomorrow?"
Steven's heart was now lodged in his throat. "Eh, sure... B-but we have to keep it a secret."
"Okay, night Ven." Min opened the door silently, and shut it behind her with hardly a sound.
Steven heard some light footsteps walking down the hall and into the room next to him. He heard the creaking of his sister getting into bed, getting into her covers, and settling in. After a few moments, he heard a drumming sound against the wall, of his sister tapping lightly on the wall to signal a good-night to him. He tapped the wall back with his claws, and then... as he turned off the lamp, he grabbed a tissue box. His hands reached between his legs and began moving rapidly, and he let his mind wander.