Darryl sat with his blue scaled chin resting on his blue scaled hand and tried to not think about all the horrible things that had happened in his life over the past twenty four hours. It wasn't exactly a pleasant thing, to learn that your mother was actually
fucking
your family's ancestral enemies. And had been since well before you had been conceived. Oh, and also, you were said ancestral enemy. Oh, and even more fun, you were now going to be enrolled in a high school designed to teach and train said ancestral enemies how to kidnap princesses. Lay on piles of gold.
Cast magic.
Darryl sighed quietly as his professor - a slender elven man with long pointed ears and a fine city slicker suit that clashed with the Tolkienesque stereotype of elves. Not that Darryl had known that said sterotype had anything to do with reality before this class. He had been taught there were dragons, dragon hunters, and that was it.
Turned out the universe was a lot
weirder
than that.
"So," Professor Talltrees said, his marker squeaking unpleasantly on the chalkboard. "This is the
essential
structure of the polycosmos. You have multiple dimensions, each one separated by their internal laws of physics." He tapped a few he had labeled - Earth, Furicana, Sunder, Purgatory - and turned to face the class. "But, like a dynamo creates electricity, differences in physical laws create something called a shinimantic gap. Turn to page three hundred in your text books to see the shinimantic diagram of our universe..." He walked past Darryl as Darryl flipped listlessly through his book.
"Isn't this
rad
?" Ataxia whispered, leaning slowly over to breath in Darryl's ear. Ataxia - or Xia for short - was a silver dragon. And also the girl that Darryl was trying
really
hard to not think about. Which was hard, since she chose to sat next to him in every single class they shared which, thanks to the relatively small population of dragonkind, was basically all of them. Thinking about Ataxia's silver hide and deliciously scaled titties and her pliant, eager mouth, and the softness of her pussy, and the way she had gasped and panted as Darryl drove his cock into her...also made Darryl think of the fact that he had fucked her while still
having
a girlfriend he loved a great deal back at home.
That was, Darryl knew, colloquially referred to as a dick move.
Professor Talltrees continued to drone on and on about quantum and motonic fields and the Cosmic Dragon and the Eaters and all that. Darryl couldn't bring himself to pay attention. He was too busy squirming inwardly at the thought of his girlfriend
arriving
here, at Prismatic High. Where no one wore pants, the servants all were dressed in slutty french maid outfits that looked like they had rolled out of a fetishistic Japanese video game, and everyone seemed to be in on a dozen different cultural mores that Darryl didn't know thing one about.
It was like Hogwarts.
If Hogwarts had ninety eight percent more dragons and six thousand percent more fucking.
The bell rang and the students filling the magic class started to stand up, their books tucked under their arms. Despite the utter lack of pants and shirts, most dragons had arrived with backpacks, to store text books, treasure, and anything else they wanted. More than a few had arm-bands that held their iPhones. And yes, invariably, every dragon here had a better phone than Darryl. He was starting to feel downright impoverished. Xia moved to walk with him, her tail whipping excitedly.
"I can't believe how many universes there are!" she said, eagerly. "Though, that bit about the universe devouring brain exploding spiders was kind of a bit of a mood killer."
"The what?" Darryl asked.
"Oh, hey Geotaxis!" Xia waved at the big buff black dragon who had been the other person that Darryl hadn't managed to avoid as much as he wanted. Not that he didn't
like
Geotaxis. The black dragon had a kind of charismatic assholishness to him that Darryl actually kinda liked. But the issue was that he was still an asshole and tended to encourage Darryl to embrace his draconic instincts. Which was the
last
thing Darryl needed.
"Sup bluey, silver cakes," Geo said, high fiving Xia. "You guys have a good magic class?"
"It was fascinating!" Xia said, quivering, her wings fanning out behind her back, almost dislodging her backpack. "Did you know that there are two different kinds of magic systems - localized and universal? Also known as
source
magic, universal magic is when you start tapping into the shinimatic systems of your specific universe and-"
As she went off on that, Geo met Darryl's eyes over the shorter silver's head. "Wanna grab a bite to eat before PE?"
"-then there's the example of the planeswalkers and lets not forget the-"
Darryl shrugged. "Uh, better to work out on a full stomach."
The two men walked off as Xia spread her hands wide. "They have
lightsabers
! That's the power of source magic and, uh, guys?" She looked around, blinked, then flapped her wings, taking advantage of the high, vaulted ceilings of Prismatic High's interiors. She soared up, then landed beside Geo and Darryl as they walked to the banquet hall. During breakfast, the table had been heaped with steaks and taters and other victuals that had seemed entirely too rich for breakfast if you asked Darryl's human half. His dragon half had
adored
it. Now, though, rather than a huge platter, servants were taking out food and taking away food at a continual rate. Dragons came in and left carrying away whatever they wanted.
Geo picked up a box that looked a hell of a lot like Kentucky fried chicken, save it was served in a beautiful pale white bowl made of porcelain and glass. He popped a whole drumstick into his mouth and chewed with relish, the bone
crunching
.
"Gods, guys," Xia said, angrily. "I'm hungry too."
"Yeah. For Darryl's cock." Geo laughed around the crunching sound of the bone. Not for the first time, Darryl wondered just how much of a dragon's mouth and lips and tongue were used for
speaking
, considering how clearly Geo could enunciate while devouring a whole bucket of KFC
"I am totally...not...right now!" Xia said, sticking her nose into the air. "I just want it later. I want
actual
food now." She grabbed a pitcher that looked like it was whole, uncut milk.
The five minute warning bell rang.
"He could shift to cum chicken soup," Geo suggested, an idea that made Darryl wince in reflexive pain and Xia blow milk from between her stilted nostrils. As she coughed, spluttered, gasped, hacked, wheezed and blew more milk from her nose, Geo laughed, under handed the bowl to one of the maids - who caught it with effortless ease - and turned back to head to the kitchens. With that, Geo grabbed Darryl's hand and dragged him off towards PE.
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There were no locker rooms.
There was no changing into PE uniforms.
Neither of that was really that surprising to Darryl. After all, they were dragons. No one was wearing pants in
lit
class, why would they wear pants in physical education? But what was a bit weird was that rather than walking into the gymnasium behind the mansion that made up the main building, they headed for the roof. The teacher - a tough, grizzled looking dragon with a similar mustache as Principal Lung's - looked them over. He shook his head slowly.
"You call yourselves
dragons
," he said, sounding utterly scornful. "Back in my day, our enemies would have torn you lot of spoiled millennials limb from fucking limb!"
Darryl immediately wanted to kick him in the throat. He clenched his fists. Meanwhile, Geo was just picking bone from between his teeth with his claw. Several other male dragons looked like they wanted to say something, but didn't. The teacher shook his head, his shaggy red mane flaring around his head. His hands went to his hips and he lashed his tail hard enough to cause a whip
crack
to fill the air. "My name is Tzao. I am a red frilled celestial, and don't none of you western breeds forget it. In China, we handled the metallic and chromatic divide without any of this silly coddling you Europeans did-"
"I'm Aztec!" A female with emerald green coloration and a beautiful cascade of feather-like scales that spread along her shoulders and back like a cape.
Tzao snorted lugubriously.
"Man, who pissed in his coffee?" Darryl whispered to Geo.
"You got something to say, sparkplug?" Tzao asked, glaring at Darryl.
Darryl frowned. He wanted to chomp down on his words and keep them buried deep away. That was how he had survived his father. But then his mind flitted back. Geotaxis, when the two of them had brawled, had punched Darryl hard enough to shatter trees behind him. He didn't need to feel
afraid
of older men. The fear that he had once felt slid away and he felt only the cold, burning anger his father had given him. Anger directed at him in specific, but in his type - the hard nosed, hard assed dickheads who thought that being tough was a replacement for being a human fucking being - in general. And now, here there was.
An asshole PE teacher to boot.
So, Darryl smirked as insolently as he could and said: "Well, I was just thinking that it's pretty rich, calling us millenials. Aren't you the one over a thousand years old?"
Tazo growled quietly. Smoke coiled from his nostrils. "You want to start something? This class is the most important one you're ever going to go through. And I can fail your ass if you give me lip,
chromatic
."
Darryl's smirk widened. "Funny. I never thought I'd see a
dragon
threatening my grade. It just seems like a bit of a downgrade from Smaug burning down Rivertown."
Tazo's eye-ridge twitched.
Every single other dragon in the class let out a soft 'oooh.' Geo was looking at Darryl as if he wasn't sure if Darryl was insane. Or insane like a
fox
. Darryl actually was not entirely sure where he was going with this. He was just sick of Tazo's face, and he had only been here for a few minutes. Tzao lashed out at Darryl with the sudden speed of a freight train. Darryl felt time seem to slow. And then he grabbed Tzao's wrist, remembering the training his father had pounded him through, twisted, flipped, and hurled Tzao off the side of the building.
As the other dragon went tumbling away, Geo whispered. "Dude,' he said. "I am
so
