I pushed the door to the restroom open and hurried inside, closing it and locking the door behind me. My breath was getting laboured as I could feel my primal instincts kicking in. It was my curse, my “tainted bloodline”, causing me to feel this intense warmth in my loins. Penni, you need to control this.

You see, many kobolds come from pure lineages. They are proud people with scales that gleam like gold, and come in a variety of colours. Lithe, nimble, and small. Many generations ago we served the larger more powerful dragons, but since then society has changed a lot. Reptiles, mammals, insects, we all live in combined communities now. Families tend to keep to their own subspecies still, but occasionally there’s unions between different kinds. Their offspring tend to follow the lineage of their mother, but sometimes they have minor traits of their other parent.

My father’s a bull. Don’t get me wrong, he’s great, but it ostracised my mother from the rest of her family who were still old fashioned in their ways. It’s been fine with me and my older siblings, a brother and a sister, but unlike them I gained some mammal traits. Specifically mammaries. Kobolds didn’t tend to get them, but it was a terrible surprise for me when I started puberty. I was set to be the tallest of my siblings and had good muscle structure, which helped loads with gym class; I love the triathlon. However when I started to get small swelling on my chest we went to the doctor, who confirmed it was an inheritance from my father’s side of the family. Even at a young age I had noted how well developed bovine women were, most of them had breasts bigger than their head! I couldn’t live with that, could I?

Well over the next few years I had to learn to do so. Just because I wanted to remain flat and refined like my older sister didn’t mean that’s what fate had in store. My scales were always shinier than hers, a perfect royal blue with yellow underbelly, but at this point my more defining features had grown to be nearly as big as my head. It felt so embarrassing when I started going bra shopping with my mother.

My hips and ass hadn’t fallen behind either, I guess you could define me as a shortstack.Tall for a kobold, but still short compared to most species. Oh, and the curves weren’t just from laziness, I still committed a lot of my time to sports, it was just a little more drag when swimming.

Anyway, back to my current predicament. Apparently it wasn’t just the mammal assets I ended up with. As we learned in biology many of the mammals go “in heat” at some parts of the year. I apparently inherited that too. What I didn’t inherit was the genealogy to accept the suppressants that 99% of people take to keep the horny at bay. One of the many symptoms was sweating, something I lacked the glands for, which got my internal body heat up. I needed release, now.

I hurried to the shorter sink and dumped my bag on the side. I unzipped the top and began to rummage. Whilst it wasn’t really a socially acceptable thing, my mother was understanding and got me something to help, which I kept hidden beneath my study books. There, I pulled out the shoe box and it clattered on the side, the lid falling off. I tensed, but then remembered I locked the door. Moulded from a cool black plastic, a six inch ribbed dildo, styled like that of a dragon’s, was kept inside, alongside wipes and lube.Probably average size for most people, but kobolds are a little on the small size. It was quite intimidating at first, but I had managed to become accustomed to it after a handful of uses. A small bit of lube usually helped too, so that’s where I started. After slipping my uniform off I slowly teased my vagina before the tip of the dildo slipped in and I slowly and rhythmically slipped it partway in, then out.

I looked at myself in the mirror. If I looked non-reptilian I would probably be drop dead gorgeous. A toned hourglass figure, a thick and strong tail, long dark lashes. I occasionally thought of what it would’ve been like to be more like my father’s side, but also kinda wished I was a little more like my big sis. I grabbed one of my large breasts, something I kinda hated, but at the moment the feeling of groping it was much more exhilarating. They were so sensitive, and the warmth beneath my scales flooded them.

I looked back to myself in the mirror, then I gasped. Where there would be more toilet stalls, there were urinals. This was the boys’ restroom! I must’ve opened one door too early in my rush. It was… cleaner than I expected. I remember hearing all the stories about how much trashier they were, but it was fine. I was doubly glad I’d locked the door, if anyone were to walk in right now, they’d see a strangely curvy short blue scaled girl shoving a hard black rod inside herself and feeling herself up whilst looking at her reflection.

Then I heard a toilet flush. Oh, no no no! My mind went straight into panicking, my ancestral need to hide deep underground kicking in. I needed to get my clothes on quickly. I could probably bluff being in the wrong bathroom, but not why I was naked and pleasuring myself in front of the mirror. I went for my skirt first, but overcompensated, slipping and falling face forward. I suppose I should be thankful for my large chest cushioning my fall somewhat, but I couldn’t help but let out a small moan from the impact. Damn this heat!

The slide lock on the toilet door clicked and I froze. I was on the bathroom floor, naked, in heat, my huge ass up in the air with a dildo sticking out of me. This was the worst thing ever. My eyes just stared at the figure that stepped out.

Oh god, it was Rhyn. Of all the people to have taken a bathroom break during class, it had to be the guy I crushed on. Rhynndar, or Rhyn for short, was from a long line of gold dragons, but even so was as much the everyman as anyone else at school. In the year above me, he was nearly twice my height, 7’8’’ to my 4’2’’, and had a tightly muscled build. The whiskers on his face glistened and slightly reflected the bathroom’s light, as did the luxurious golden scales that covered his body, save for the line of white that went down his front. His uniform was tightly fitting, letting his slim yet muscled form show off, not that he seemed to draw attention to it. A long gold tail followed out behind him, strong like the rest of him and longer than I’d seen on most dragons. He was such a stud, a reptile’s wet dream; it’s just a shame he’d never want a kobold like me.

Rhyn glanced to the wash basins, obviously to wash after a bathroom break, then spotted my bag. The next second felt like an eternity, the glimmering gold of his eyes trailing from the sinks to the floor. There I was, splayed over my clothes with my ass presented in the air, my eyes just wanting to tear up and believe this was all a dream. His gaze locked onto mine, there was a power behind those eyes, only a dragon could hold such majesty with a look alone.

I was fucked.