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This is my first yiff story, but please don't hold back on criticism, as it's the only way I'll get better. This one is rather short, as it only sets up the plot for my series, of which this is the first chapter.

The characters in this story are my intellectual property, and are thusly copyrighted.

My name is Cologne Hinder, which is Swedish for Colored dragon, which you will figure out why later. I woke up, and began my daily morning routine. Brush my teeth, Shine my scales, etc. As a dragon, I take great pride in my appearance, as it's the main way to win a mate. Most girls wouldn't want to mate with a filthy street dragon who smelled like trash, so I spend a good hour each morning fixing myself up.

It seems this just isn't enough, however. I must admit, I'm pretty shy when it comes to opposite sex encounters. I have only one true female friend, and it took me 3 years to get up enough courage to sit beside her at the lunch table.

Anyways, most teen dragons ask their parents for advice in such situations, but sadly my parents are no longer with me. They died in a tragic homicide/suicide case, and I lived alone in the apartment my parents used to own.

I tried to keep the place looking decent, but it's hard for one dragon who already has to go to school to also come home and clean house. I usually start something after I complete my homework, but end up falling asleep before I finish it.

Anyways, back to today. I grabbed my bag, and walked the mile distance between my house and the high school. I know what you're thinking, "why doesn't he just fly like everyone else?" I will get to that soon enough, but first let's get school over with.

I arrived with 30 minutes to spare, and walked in to the commons, where most early dragons come to socialize or eat breakfast. I quickly located my friends, who were together talking about the only real thing worth talking about nowadays, politics.

As for myself, I have no interest whatsoever in politics, all the bureaucratic bullshit really aggravating to me. I listened silently, only pretending to understand, while meticulously studying my closest allies.

There was Tommy, the Varsity Football Fullback, a muscular dragon with dark crimson scales and powerful hind legs.

There was Chasidy, the captain of the JV cheerleading squad. She was very pretty, her brilliant white scales truly a sight to behold.

Finally, there was Chad, the computer whizz and all around genius. His scales where a dark green, reminding one's self of the dark foliage in the Amazon forest. Of course, I've never been there, but the pictures are really something to look at.

Finally, the bell rung, and it was time to go to first period. I did well enough in class, especially with no parents to push me to better myself. I simply found it soothing to know I didn't give up as easily as some would.

I had College Dragontongue first period, one of my favorite classes. Some would say Dragontongue is a lost language, as most people today speak English or Swedish. In truth, the majority of people in my class are in there only to learn the words and grammatical structure for the use of Magick, because we dragons were the first to use it.

As such, Magick can only be invoked if you speak in Dragontongue, a truly complex language, with over 150 characters, and each word has several counterparts, depending on the mood you wish to express yourself in. I find it challenging, and fun at the same time. My professor said I'm a naturalist at it, but the only thing separating me from everyone else is effort.

I love to read and write, as well as study the great minds before us, who saw the truth in things and put it down with pen and paper. Today was only a refresher, though, as the next day would be a major test on the emotion subset of anger, where most every word takes on a 'deg' on the end, with a few notable exceptions. The bell rung again, signaling the end of first period

I left after a quick word with the teacher about the test tomorrow, and tried to run as fast and unnoticed as I could to second period. I was too late, however, and Zack and his gang of bullies caught me about halfway to my destination.

Earlier I said that Tommy was a very muscular dude, but Zack makes Tommy look like a wimp. Either it was steroids, or waaay too much time on his hands in the weight room, but this guy looked almost sick with his huge muscles.

His buddies wheren't pushovers, either, and I knew I was in for a real beating. They did this to me on an almost daily basis, but I wasn't about to get killed by telling one of the teachers about it. Sure, other students saw it going on, but no one really cared enough or had the guts to stop them from pummeling me.

Now would be a good time to tell you about my appearance, I think. I'm about 6 foot 5, the average for a dragon my age. I have jet black scales, except for one. As you probably know, every dragon that survived The Great Massacre has monocolor schemed scales. I, however, have a lowly red scale in the center of my chest, 10 inches below my neck. It's truly embarassing, and I've tried everything I know to get rid of it or disguise it. I even tried to paint over it, but the paint seems to slide right off.

Zack has taken a real interest in me because of it, and pummels my wings and face to humble me. As such, I can never fly because of the pain, and my eyes are bruised year round.

Back to Zack and his goons. "How's thing's going for you, Spot? That wing get any better from last week, hmm? Cause if it has, we just might have to fix that." I knew it, time for my weekly 'punishment' as he liked to call it.

I closed my eyes, as two of his goons grabbed me to hold me tight. I tensed up, ready to feel his fist mess my face up, when I heard something that completely blew my mind.

"Back off, Zack. Leave the poor kid alone, He hasn't done anything wrong." I opened my eyes a bit, and I was equally surprised about who challenged the biggest guy in the school. It was the prom queen, Caroline, The girl of my dreams.

I felt my arms being released, and quickly ran to Caroline's side, ready to fight off anyone who dared attack her. Zack just growled and walked off, his gang following closely behind. "Listen, I'm sorry I hadn't done this earlier, I just wasn't sure how Zack would take it. I hate watching get beat up like that, and I wanna make it up to you.

How about we have dinner, Saturday at 8, at the Lucky Dragon? I'm truly sorry about this." Throughout her little speech, all I could do was nod and stare. She was very beautiful, with dark blue scales as clear as the sky. she surely must polish them for hours on end. How does she keep her teeth so white? All this was going on inside my head, but I finally managed a curt yes.

I went home that evening, and did my homework as usual. I took a shower, as my mind wondered back to Caroline. Thoughts of her body bubbled to the surface, and wasn't surprised to notice my 11 inch member standing fully unsheathed and erect. I'm not really the type to masturbate all that much, just when I needed to relieve some sexual tension. I crawled into bed, and my hand grasped my dragonhood.

I ellicited a soft moan, as it has been weeks since I've had reason to so much as touch my member. I slowly pumped my hand, reveling in the pleasure that issued forth. I couldn't stop thinking of her lean, graceful leg muscles, that would all but stop your heart, and her wings were worth staring at as well. They were almost a sky blue, blending perfectly with the azure sky. I quickened the pace, my need to relieve myself almost unbearable.

I moaned and cried out like never before, almost positive I would pass out from sheer pleasure. I could feel that familiar sensation spiraling up from inside me, and I could alraedy tell it would be a very powerful orgasm. I pumped with more and more urgency, until I toppled over the edge, my dragonhood convulsing as shot after shot of thick creamy dragon seed issued forth from it.

I basked in the sweet afterglow for a while, then got up to clean myself in the bathroom. I knew the dinner was supposed to be friend to friend, but I couldn't help not to anticipate Saturday night. The rest of the week was fairly uneventful, save for the dark glances I would get from anyone associated with Zack. I didn't care, I was finally going to get to spend some time in the presence of my goddess, Caroline.

Finally, 8 o'clock Saturday evening rolled around, and I fairly jumped when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I was positive Zack had somehow entered my house unnoticed and was looking forward to some sweet revenge.

However, when I turned around, the sight before me hit me harder than any physical blow ever could have. Here was my goddess, the girl I worshipped, standing before me in a brilliant blue satin dress that complimented her newly shined scales almost perfectly.

Suddenly I felt impossibly dirty, as I only shined my scales for 30 minutes, and my rented tuxedo might as well had been rags in the presence of her beauty. She smiled, a warm, enveloping smile that shone forth into the darkest recesses of one's soul, warming you in unimaginable ways.

"I thought I would come to your house, so my parents wouldn't think yu were trying to court me. My dad...well...he's a little overprotective of his little girl, and doesn't think anyone is good enough for me. I hope you don't mind." With a smile like that, how could I resist? We strolled through the streets, talking your average high schooler nonsense about who did what and such.

We arrived at the place a little sooner than I had expected, and was promptly seated. We both ordered, and chatted about this or that, not really caring how long we stayed there. Hard as I tried, my eyes kept straying from her face to take in her beauty. Finally, she asked a question that made me all but break my neck as I refocused on her face. "I hope I don't sound rude, but could you tell me a little about your...umm..."

"My spot? sure, I'd be glad to." She blushead at this, the blue and red mixing to form a most pleasant lavander purple color. I began to tell her about how I have had the spot since birth, about my parents dying when I was young, and my many attempts to removing or masking it. I could tell by her eyes that she was deeply interested in it, though she tried her best not to show it. When I finished, I picked up the bill, much to the protests of Caroline. Aparently her mother owns the bank I go to, and she had accidentally stumbled upon my account. She noticed I didn't have much, just enough to live on with a few pleasentries. She blushed when I told her I had found out about the 300 huurls transfered to it (Huurls are Dragon currency, equivalent to approx. 100 US dollars, making the transfer worth $3000!) and that she was the donator. As such, I paid the .75 huurl bill, and we began our walk back to my apartment.

Upon arriving, neither of us could break the eye contact that ensued, as silence filled the night sky. Again, she amazed me, as she kissed me passionately, and I returned the favor. We embraced each other, and headed into the apartment to continue our activities.

Eventually we ended up on the bed, Caroline straddling me just above my raging hard-on. "I've never had sex before, but I want you to be my first. I trust you, and I hope you trust me. Cologne Hinder, Do you wish to take me as your mate, to love no other and to keep me?"

That was it. My mind just couldn't take the strain, and hit the restart button immediately. However, before blackness took me, I was able to mutter the one word that would bind us for the rest of our lives. I awoke 5 minutes later, and noticed all my clothes hade been removed.

Caroline was still straddling me, my dragonhood touching her smooth back scales. she noticed I was awake, and immediately switched into a 69. Her moist depths were mere inches from my muzzle, the smell driving me beyond simple arousal. Now I couldn't care less what happened, so long as I had her.

As she caressed my member with her long, slender tongue, i delved my own deep into those steamy folds. I could hear her moaning, her ministrations doubling. I, too, began to proclaim my affection, the whole apartment filled with the sounds of our love-making. I knew I wouldn't last much longer, but I wanted her to climax before me.

As such, I took her clit into my mouth, and lightly sucked on it, driving my new partner absolutely crazy. Her ragged breathes gave me a hint of how close she was, and decided to try something. I removed my mouth from her clit, much to the protest of my love. Then, I whispered a few words of dragontongue, and lighlty blew across her clit. Caroline's body tensed up, and liquids poured forth unabatedly, covering my mouth and chest with her sweet juice.

She took my dragonhood fully into her mouth to muffle her scream, but it still sounded loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood. I, too, went over the edge, String after string of cum entering my goddess' mouth, as she dutifully swallowed every last drop while still riding out her orgasm.

She collapsed upon me, and we fell into a deep slumber, absolutely content in each other's presence.