"Dude, Ven," came the hiss from Terrance the bearded dragon, "you're staring at her again."
Steven jumped at the cafeteria table, bumping his knees loudly at the underside of the table. A few pairs of eyes turned and gave him an awkward look, but he shifted his eyes quickly to his food, away from the gecko girl Jemma. He had noticed that she was looking back at him until that point, where she also looked down at her food. A few chuckles were traded among the guys and larger reptiles at the table, before going back to their sports-related conversation.
Steven couldn't help it, and stole another glance at Jemma. She did the same.
Terrance sighed, and whispered, "Man, you gonn' get in trouble right quick." He munched on a celery stick again and shuddered slightly, still not used to the biting taste.
Steven shrugged. "She's pretty, though."
On his left, Cory the anole chuckled and playfully punched Steven's shoulder. "You do know, what your pop would do, right? He'd blow a gasket, 'nd worse!"
Terrance adjusted his glasses reflexively. "Y-yeah, Spikes. He gonn' break you down."
Steven sighed. He looked back down at his food, and tapped it with his fork. But the hunger ebbed away from him, since his father was brought up. The events of the previous night were still fresh in his memory. His sister's face and bare body... And he just realized he had all weekend ahead of him to be awkwardly sitting in the same house as her, given that the day was Friday, the last day of school for them for the week. She wasn't likely to let him near her again, based on her reaction to almost getting cummed into.
Suddenly, the two chameleon brothers approached the table hurriedly, huffing and flushed faces. "Hey hey hey there's gonna be a party at the high school tomorrow tonight..." "Yeah yeah, Ana's hosting it! Says she got the entire school reserved just for us scales, from both high school and middle school ages!" "This is gonna be so sick!"
The reptiles began chattering amongst themselves. Ana... the Ana. Ana was a major celebrity among the school-aged reptiles, representing the student body at large. She was a zebra shark of great talent and noteriety both inside and outside the school system. And the youth all knew, she was one smokin' hot babe, attracting the attentions of males and females alike. But she was also big on reptile dominance in the community, and wasn't afraid to let the parents of students know, what goes on in school regarding any altercations between scales and mammals.
Thing was, she was about to graduate from high school along with the rest of her classmates, this year. There had been whispers about her trying to stay on an additional year, but the city council declined her proposal, insisting that the student body president had to be a member of the student body. The chameleons speculated, that Ana was looking for her replacement during that party, so everyone that wanted to get an opportunity to see that person and get some say in what happened in the schools, should go. The group of kids all unanimously agreed to make it there that Saturday night, and that whoever ends up getting some student body position, will get to share the spoils with the rest of their group.
A minute later, they were all excused out of the cafeteria for being loud in their planning session.

Steven was surprised when he heard Kayla ask her father almost as soon as she got home, "Daddy, there's a party at the school tomorrow night, related to student council nominations and acceptance. Can I go?"
Ferrous looked up from his newspaper, an eye cocked. Steven was sitting nearby pretending to read a chapter book, but upon hearing this he perked up.
"Kay, you wanted to be part of the student council?"
"Well, Ana Herzog is going to finish up school this year, and she reserved the gymnasium all evening Saturday for a dance, a get-together, and a search fo likely candidates."
"Oh, I forgot that Ana's leaving the system this year! She's been a fine champion for scales at school, hasn't she? And you, of course, stand a chance to go and get yourself nominated, so go ahead!"
"Aw, thanks, Daddy!" Kayla kissed her father on the cheek, to which he laughed and then returned to his newspaper.
Steven was amazed. Kayla was going to be there? That'd certainly give him a chance to share the spoils with the others his age. It'd be great to have someone ... else... in the family have great standing in the community at large. More people to meet, more help to get at school... Maybe more hot ladies to get acquainted with.
Steven's smile turned into a frown as he remembered why he wasn't out with the group today. He missed Jemma. But he knew that she was going to go, so it was likely that she'd find someone else there... who would...
Aw, who was he kidding? Steven yearned for her smile again, her sideways glance. He quickly stopped his hand from creeping to between his legs, peeking to make sure his father didn't see him.
"Oh, Daddy? I almost forgot."
Kayla came back into the room with a spring in her step. "Ana said, that the lower class kids are also invited to attend. So could Ven come along as well?"
The grip where Ferrus held the newspaper crumpled and deformed the page, and it slowly lowered. "My child, what is this?"
The young woman gulped a bit, taken aback by the sudden mood swing. "Ana asked for all classes to show up at the party... I guess she wants everyone to be there to see the candidates?" she ventured, not confident that their father would like it.
Ferrus looked at Steven, who feebly turned to his father. "...C-could I, sir?"
The partiarch inhaled deeply, then looked back at the young woman. "Daughter of mine, you make sure you're both back by midnight. Not a moment longer."
"Y-yes daddy." "Yes sir."
"Fine, then you may attend." The grumbling lizard returned to his newspaper, and Steven followed Kayla out of the room. She noticed him following, and signalled for him to continue following her, as she began walking up the stairs. Steven was curious, keeping up with her as best as he could. They arrived at her room and entered in.
Steven was confused. "Um, what's up, Kay?"
"Listen, Ven. Daddy wants me to bring you back home so you don't get chummy with any girls there. But I need to stay as long as I can and co-mingle with the upper class kids so I can become a better candidate for a student council position, alright?"
Steven swallowed. "Y-yeah, sure? Whatever you say, heh."
"So don't do anything to embarrass or humilate me, okay? Can I trust you to not get Dad angry or me upset?"
"Y-yeah, I promise." Steven turned towards the door.
"Also... you know Min had a hard time at school today?"
Steven stopped and gulped hard. He was frozen in place, his lip trembling with fear.
"Mom had to go to the office and find out that Min was..." Kayla chuckled, "well, on her period."
Steven furrowed his brow in confusion before turning back around to face his sister, who had taken off her top to air out her chest. Her lacy black bra helped push up her mounds. "Uhhh..?" was all he could say, distracted by the sight.
Kayla continued, "Someone saw blood had leaked onto her panties. So the teacher first took her to the nurse, and then the nurse called Mom and let her know, that Min needed to start bringing pads with her to school, to avoid that situation again."
Steven hung his head. He was sorta glad that Minerva hadn't ratted him out, but it still was a bullet that felt like it grazed him as it flew by. Minerva could say anything at all to their mother, and Steven would instantly be disciplined by their father. As he went back down the hall towards the stairs, his mind and his heart tugged in different directions, and his interest in the chapter book still in his hand was all but extinguished. He turned towards his bedroom instead, and as he shut the room, his hand was between his legs, coaxing his member out for a pick-me-up good time.

When they got to the high school, Steven was shocked to see the gymnasium so crowded. Reptiles from the upper and lower classes were all chatting with one another, getting acquainted and acclimated to the environment.
Kayla hissed at him, "Just remember. Don't embarrass me, and I promise I won't kill you."
Seeing a few familiar faces from his school group, Steven shrugged nonchalantly as he walked toward them. "Love ya too, sis," he called back to her, knowing without looking that she was looking around to see if anyone heard that, before shooting daggers from her eyes back at her brother.
Steven joined the group, and looked around to see that Jemma was already there, and he sidled up next to her. "Hey, Jemma."
"Oh! Hi, Steven. Nice to see you again." Her smile was warm. She seemed more comfortable in this social setting than at school during the day, and wiggled her shoulders in place. She was wearing some comfort jeans that went down to just barely above her ankles, and a dark blue tube top, showing off her shoulders. Her spectacles were swapped out for smaller glasses, but she still looked quite cute in them.
The group of friends started chatting about Ana, how she was there on the floor right now, accompanied by a few reporters from the school newspapers, who were there to look into every potential candidate and write stories about the proceedings. Several of the larger members of the group felt cocky about their chances of getting some attention, so they excused themselves.
Then the noises escalated on one side of the room as some of the larger upper class members walked in with what else but kegs of alcoholic beverage! The group of friends couldn't believe it; and Ana said it'd be open to everyone! Some of the group immediately started heading to the kegs, eager to get their fill of the forbidden substance.
From the other side, wheeled in by some of the hot upper class ladies, came the deejay at his mixmaster, rolled in on a platform and moved to the side of the room. With a simple connection of cables, a deep hum resounded in the room, and a voice on the mic welcomed everyone to the party before blasting off some deep bass and rhythmic beats. The remainder of the group of friends began congregating towards the platform, ready to dance the night away.
Last but not least, came the most subtle and devilish of treats into the room, though not a soul at first noticed it. Several salamanders strode balancing large silver trays on their heads and offering to everyone one of whatever was on them. Those plates were filled with... what looked like little tablets or pellets of some sort. But those salamanders were going around, telling others to take one to get the party started. Some accepted, some refused. Eventually, they reached Steven and Jemma, and their coaxing and enticing easily convinced Jemma to take one into her hand. Steven, not wanting to feel left out, also took hold of one, and the salamander smiled slyly before moving to the next group of individuals.
Steven looked at the pellet. It was a small, circular tablet, with a pink heart printed on either side. He looked at Jemma, who was looking at him back. They both shrugged, and held hands as they swallowed the pills together. 
Steven looked at Jemma tenderly, rubbing her hand in his with his thumb. He looked down at his feet, still embarrassed but eager about what was about to happen. He looked back up to see her intently smiling at him, her cheeks also reddened. He stood up on his tiptoes, boosting his height just a few inches, but it was enough. Holding her hands for physical and emotional support, he slowly brought his face closer to hers, the smile not fading, and planted his lips against hers, closing his eyes as he savored the sensation and felt her slowly exhale through her nostrils onto his snout, charged with ecstatic glee.
As they parted their kiss, Steven looked back up at the gecko gal, and saw her sigh deeply and vocally, tickled pink from the sweet motion, her lip quivering. As Jemma opened her eyes, she smiled again down at the thorny lizard, leaning forward again. She wrapped her arm around and held Steven's head from behind, grabbing one of his horn nubs and pulling him toward her. The surprise pull was accompanied by a gasp and another kiss, this time more passionately. The lips were less stiff, now experienced, now eager for a taste of something more. The lips parted the slightest amount. Steven placed his hand on the small of her back lightly, resting his palm on her hip. A small moan escaped her throat and entered his, tickling his mind and causing him to respond with a throaty growl and a puff of warm breath from his nostrils.
Steven's tongue couldn't sit still. The forked muscle sneaked to where the lips were in contact and slightly open, and lightly tasted Jemma's lip. She responded with her own muscular tongue, which was sticky. Slowly, they opened their mouths and enjoyed their first French kiss as their unique tongues explored one another's. Due to her sticky tongue (or so he figures), Steven felt his mouth dry up quickly, but just couldn't break the kiss. He only felt his body come closer to hers, his hands now on her shoulder blades and her hands on the back of his spiky head. It felt so good, so warm, so fulfilling. As they broke the kiss, they let their foreheads rest against one another, smiling and panting. A small sweatdrop formed on both of their foreheads, merely the first of a long night of partying, and their 
Gradually, over the next few hours and well into the night and early morning, Steven's world swirled into a mixture of color, laughter, moaning, intimate scents, and intense pleasure, and he felt like he was in a heavily-induced dream-like state. It felt good... He felt good all over. He remembered seeing Cory and Terrance drowning themselves with beer; Ana stood by the deejay with only a sash around her waist; the chameleon twins dancing like lunatics with some of the upper-class females; Kayla getting groped by a large, muscular female iguana. At one point his focus narrowed so he could see Jemma smiling seductively at him; the next moment of clarity, she was woozily laughing next to him on the bleachers with her top halfway off. Then he was on top of her, and her top was completely taken off, her black nipples being rubbed by his thumbs.
Then the world steadily faded to white.

When the first light of morning entered into the gymnasium, the party was officially over, and the pieces were ready to be picked up.
All across the floor were bodies and bodies of reptiles, each of them in varying states of mind. Some were sleeping, snoring loudly. Others were rubbing their foreheads, seething and angry at the hangover headaches they were experiencing. Yet others were seen nude or partially nude, some cuddling with partners or groups. Some couples were still kissing quite passionately, their hands liberally feeling the other up from their shoulders to their thighs and everything in between. Food trays were found ravaged and empty or overturned on yet others, pieces of pizza cheese and cookie crumbs strewn over dressed and undressed bodies. Phones, articles of clothing, wallets, and other assorted items were sprinkled all over. All in all, it looked like a mess.
From outside, a noise like a rising storm was approaching. As the noise got closer, more signs of life in the party room were showing. Some, embarrassed by their nudity, began searching for their clothes and things with mixed success. Others aimlessly walked around looking at all the ravaging and results of the night. Yet others turned back to whatever situation was immediately around them, and started trying to wake others up.
The uppermost class were the first ones to recover fully. They laughed and chuckled and commended the other class members for their efforts, and then met up with other upper class to share their stories of achievements and sexual activities.
Ana looked over the scene and chuckled to the school reporters around her. "I call this a successful party. What a great way to go out with a bang."
Then the oncoming storm-like sound was identified, a little too late. A crowd of parents and older reptiles poured into the gym, each of them homing in on their respective children or dependent and beginning the process of rebuking and cleaning up the pieces, taking each of their kids home with them. Among them was a short, scarred, irate thorny lizard, his teeth clenched as he looked around and around for his children, and was unable to find them.
"D-dad?" came the voice of Kayla, slightly slurred and incredibly tired-sounding.
"Kay!" He stood there menacingly, watching as his little girl sheepishly walked up to him, her right breast completely exposed to view, as the spaghetti strap of her top was down and her bra was... missing. "What were you thinking?! And where's your brother?!"
"I... I don't know for sure." She nursed her aching head. Being up all night dancing and partying didn't agree with her.
Ferrus looked around, but the crowd of people made things hard for him to see every corner of the room. As he weaved through the groups, looking at each of the faces to find his offspring, he finally saw a group of individuals that the parents... were very hesitant about approaching, due to their flabbergasted looks. As Ferrus and Kayla turned to look, they both also gasped aloud from shock.
What they were all staring at, was basically a pile of bodies. All live, in various degrees of slumber or consciousness. 
And each body was completely nude.
A pile of females, each either sleeping with smiles on their faces, worried looks, or tired eyes, or they were panting heavily, sweat glistening their bodies. Their genitalia were also slick with recent use, leaking spent cum mixed with their own fluids.
And on top of the pile, dead in the center, familiar-lookng female gecko was on her fours, her birthing tunnel being continuously and rhythmically pounded by a short, orange, very drenched with sweat, and very horny male lizard.
In short time, the tempo of the thrusts increased, and a satisfied gasp and whimper came from Jemma, as Steven groaned and growled, slamming his penis deep int oher pussy. They twitched for a few seconds, after which Steven slowly becked out of her, his member glowing from all the slime and fluids on it. A trail of white semen bridged his tip to her tunnel, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Dome of the fluids dropped onto somebody's back, evoking an audible shiver and contented sigh from somewhere in the pile. Jemma could only use her arms to get out of the center of the pile, as her legs had lost feeling anything except the shockwaves stemming from her nethers.
Steven, on the other hand, stayed on his knees and let his dry tongue roll out as he breathed heavily, his testicles nearly milked dry from all the action he had gotten that night. They had just kept on coming, and he did his best to keep up. Hell, quite a few came back for seconds; some for thirds! Jemma came back for fourths. The teenager idly stretched his tired eyes, wondering if there was anyone else in line for sex with a dragon-descendant.
"...SteeeeeeEEEEEEEVEEEEENNNNNN!!!!!" The roar echoed and shook the walls of the gymnasium. Every soul inside stopped and looked at the angry dragon-blooded father and his horny son. Steven froze and slowly turned to look at his father, who he could've swore was steaming angry, and his fear teased him with thoughts of Ferrus actually breathing fire on him as a form of discipline.
"What... the HELL... makes you THINK... this ... was OKAY?!" The patriarch accentuated and spat his anger, and among the people of the room were various reactions. Some of angry, disgusted, or ashamed parents - including parents or guardians of the girls that they saw were part of that pile - and some of excited, giddy, or laughing youth, who were hooting and calling out "Ooo, Ven's in trouble!" in sing-songy voices. Some of the older ones grinned and made obscene gestures at Kayla, who covered her chest ashamed and starting to cry. Her reputation, for all the effort she had put into it, was ruined by her brother.
Steven wordlessly got himself off of the pile, and slowly got to his knees, his legs shaking as blood slowly and painfully filled back into them.
"My child of vengeance... WASTING YOUR SEED on these lesser reptiles!" Ferrus continued, still loud enough to be heard by all. Most of the parents began shuffling the kids out of the gym room through the sets of double doors. Among those remaining, though, were Ana and the reporters nearby, some of whom were taking notes. Two of them were focused on the scene with the lizards.
"I've TOLD you MANY TIMES, that you are to find ONLY those females that can PRESERVE the DRAGON HERITAGE!! Geckos and chameleons and iguanas... PFEH!" He stopped caring who was listening or watching; his rampage grew past his control; his temper made his skin look bright red. "You don't know WHO their ancestors were! You don't even seem to CARE about your OWN!"
Still dripping, though mostly flaccid, Steven could only stand there and take what his father dished at him. He felt so tired, so embarrassed, so defeated that he didn't even realize he was crying at first. His knees knocked and his lip quivered, and he tried not to sob, so he squeezed his eyes shut.
"...YOU. March home. NOW."
Steven obeyed, not stopping to find his shoes or his bandana. He knew that the rough rocks of the asphault would hurt his feet, and that it'd be the most tame part of the lesson his father had in store for him.
"...Kay, fall in behind him."
Kayla gulped and looked at her father in disbelief. But his bared teeth silenced all protest before it was uttered, and she wiped the tears out of her eyes before following his brother... the cause of her grief.
Behind them, a few paces, Ferrus clenched his fists and growled, then turned and followed behind his two disobedient children.

As they approached the double doors, Steven noticed out of the corner of his eye that he'd be walking right in front of Ana and the school bulletin reporters. His face flushed, and he bowed his head in shame, doing what he could with his hands to cover up his young and experienced manhood, to no useful avail. 
As he sauntered past, Ana could only look at the poor lizard boy, who sheepishly looked up at her with a look in his eyes that she interpreted as, "...I'm a failure, huh?" She blinked and turned to the side when the family wordlessly exited the gym, ruminating over the situation.
"Ferrus Drake... champion of reptilian supremacist groups... Dragon ancestry?... Who was that boy?"
It took the guys a few seconds before they realized that that last line was a direct question to them. They stumbled over words, as they couldn't quite respond with any certainty.
"Umm, not sure." "He's among the junior high classes..." "...commonly seen coming with the group from east uptown." "Sits near those prankster chameleon twins." "Right, right, the chameleon twins." "No extra curricular activities that I know of." "Never saw him on a sports team." "That wasn't a height joke, was it?"
"His name is Steven Drake."
The boys all stopped chattering, and Ana and them turned around to see a lone gecko girl struggle to get her jeans on right. Jemma definitely looked like she was on the way to being a hooker, the way her underwear peeked up from her jeans and her training bra the only thing currently on her torso, her sweatshirt in her hand in queue for donning as soon as her jeans could get buttoned up.
"...and his father is an elitist jerk who wants to control him."
Ana resisted the urge to laugh openly at the sight before her. "You know him well?" She chuckled then, "Oh, but I suppose you know him a bit better, now... You look like you went on the lizard ride too."
Jemma blushed, now sorry that she spoke up to defend her friend. Tears came to her eyes.
"Darling, your friend is gonna be a celebrity. The talk of the entire school. Ain't nobody that let their dicks out last night, that stayed nearly as long as your 'Steven' did. Rocked a lot of pussies, mmm-mmm-mmm!"
Jemma felt very, very small now, as well as depressed. Ven, a celebrity? That'd mean that no matter what, he'd never be left alone by the other students, or the faculty. They'll always view him as a slut, especially since he didn't bother using protection of any sort; he had prodded and expelled his seed into many a vagina throughout the night...
Why didn't she see it before? He didn't do only her... He did anyone that offered. He didn't discriminate. Jemma felt like she had fooled herself with all those rides on Steven's pole; he wasn't seeking her out to do her over and over again... He was just doing her because she came back. He didn't really care...
Now Jemma really was crying. She somberly walked out of the gym, letting the door slam behind her.
Ana shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Steven Drake, you heartbreaker. What a story it'll be, if he actually knocked any of these girls up."

In two separate houses, in two separate rooms, in two separate beds, two reptiles sobbed and sniffled as they attempted to sleep. The Sunday light was high in the sky, but their lack of sleep through the night had fried their minds to be out-of-service, and their sexing had drained their energyso they couldn't do anything. But their depression, tiredness, and sadness took them over, and they couldn't sleep as they gasped quivering breaths.
Jemma shook her head, her tears soaking her pillow. She had earlier taken a shower to wash off the sweat and bodily fluids from her skin, but her womanhood felt like it kept leaking and wasn't ever going to stop. She cupped her opening between her legs, and despaired at finding her panties super soaked. But she lacked the energy to get out and change them. The gecko gal sighed and shivered, now unsatisfied with having to wipe her hand on her covers, the stickiness will be there when she wakes up in time for another shower.
As far as she knew, though, her brief infatuation with Steven was over.
Meanwhile, the lizard boy was sent to bed without food or a shower, and anguished in the scent and the ickyness he was surrounded by. He could only smell all those female scents, blurring his head and causing images of thrusts and fat masses squishing to go through his mind. None of the faces of his playmates ever showed up in his mind's eye, and he slowly realized that something was wrong, missing. The sensation of breasts on his palms, nipples hardening between his fingers, pussies around his cock...
And his father's booming voice echoing in the large chamber.
Steven's eyes shot open, and he realized that he did actually hear his voice, from downstairs. His father was loudly yelling about what he had to endure that morning, and his mother was attempting to douse his temper ineffectively through a shrill voice, as if she was also crying. Steven squeezed his eyes and lamented, that it was all over for him. His father saw him as a disappointment, his mother couldn't protect him, and his sisters wouldn't talk with him. Even Minerva shot an angry look at Steven when he was scolded as soon as the sorry troupe returned home.
Steven turned to the side and let loose what would've been a loud, howling cry of remorse, but no sound came out of his open mouth. He hated how this made him feel... he wanted to just get away from this pain, these problems, these unfair expectations.
After what felt like an eternity of crying silently, his throat was sore from flexing, but never actually vibrating a vocal cord in order to make that howl audible. He simply curled up into a ball, his hand idly touching his polished, smooth, and still coated penis. Sure, a wank would've helped a little, but his father catching him would've been worse. So he let his head go heavy on the pillow, and sleep slowly crept in and settled onto his mind.
As he drifted off to sleep, his mind remembered Jemma, and his heart groaned. He couldn't face her, not after what happened. He'd rather just disappear.

After perhaps an hour of sleeping, Steven suddenly bolted upright on his bed.
His dreams had been filled with thoughts and feeling he was experiencing as he lay in bed about to fall asleep, and suddenly, the words and the feeling somehow melded together into a single idea.
The pain was too great... He didn't feel welcome or free there anymore. He felt unloved, he left like a disappointment, he felt like his sould was to be discarded and the expectations of others around him were a higher priority than his freedom or well-doing.
So the many thoughts swirled together like shapes in mist, condensing and coalescing into two final words, to which he had forcefully awakened.
"Run away."
Steven sat wide-eyed, a smile forming, turned the dream into a mania in not but a few seconds. He realized what he had to do. What he had to strive for. Something to live for. He whispered it to himself forcefully, not just to convince himself, but to promise to himself, to bind himself to this oath.
", I'm going to run away."