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Adrenaline Rush - Red Zone

"Ember, can I ask you a serious question?" Zennith asked as the husky handed him a cup of ramen noodles. It was the morning after their latest Dawn Derby, which they had been racing in for nearly two months now. The dragon had gotten a very close second place finish, but once more Sykes had just edged him out for the first price, beating him out in the last turn before the finish line. But it would be the last time in a while he would have to see those taillights because the eagle had gotten an invitation to move up to the next tier. While Zenny was glad for him he was a bit sad he couldn't compete with him any more for a while, at least until it was his turn to move up in the league.

After they had celebrated in the usual fashion following a successful race, Ember told him to meet him bright and early in the garage to discuss what to do with their winnings. When that morning came about the dragon thought he would get to the garage early in order to surprise him, only to find that despite being almost an hour early the husky was already there on the diagnostics computer. Since he had arrived the second the building was open it perplexed him to how he was beaten there, until he started to notice other subtle signs. Finally he couldn't help but ask, and when the mechanic told him to ask away he did so with the question that pressed on his mind.

"Are you living here?" Zenny asked. The question seemed to shock Ember, to the point to where he almost dropped the soda he had picked up to drink.

"Why do you say that?" The husky replied nervously, a slight tremor in his voice as he looked away. The shame and embarrassment on his face was extremely apparent, almost to the point where Zenny felt bad for even bringing it up in the first place.

"Well, you are almost always here when I'm trying to find you." Zenny continued on as gently as he could. "Plus this place is fully stocked with food and drink. Then there's the corner of the sleeping bag that's poking out of the tool chest..."

Both of them looked over to the bright red tool case, a puffy green corner of cloth sticking out of the bottom shelf. "Guess there's no point in hiding it now." Ember replied sadly. "I was kicked out of the place I was living at. It was owned by the driver that I was the mechanic for, and when he found a new one there was no need for me to live under his roof. I can't sign up for a dorm anymore and because I'm living off a scholarship don't have the money to rent a place off campus, and since I was usually here after the last security check anyway I decided this was the best fix for the moment. At least it means I have more time to work on the car then..."

"That's terrible!" Zenny balked. "C'mon and pack up your stuff, you're living with me until we can find you a place."

The husky began to protest, but Zenny would have none of it as he began to collect everything from the garage that wasn't a tool or system and loading it into the parked car. He was surprised at the amount of stuff that he had hidden away, from his clothing being tucked in a bag in a drawer meant for an engine to the bed and pillows stuffed in the tool chest. When everything was found it nearly took up the entirety of the trunk, which he shut before pushing the mechanic into the front seat. "You really don't have to do this." Ember stuttered as the engine roared to life.

Zenny continued to deflect Ember's arguments as they made the short drive to the dorm parking lot, then walked up the stairs to his room with a handful of stuff. As usual his roommate was not there, gone for the weekend as the two walked through the common room into the dragon's bedroom. Once inside he set the totes and other things in one corner of the room, brushing away a bit of garbage that had accumulated there. His normally clean room had become a bit cluttered ever since racing and hanging out with the other drivers took up most of his evening schedule, something he aimed to rectify later now that he had someone sharing his space.

"I know it's a bit small, but I think we can figure something out..." Zenny trailed off as saw that Ember had fallen asleep on his bed, still holding the stuff he carried in. He gently took the clothes from his arms and put him in bed the rest of the way, trying not to disturb his slumber as he grabbed his covers and put them over him. Once he had finished that he began to clean the garbage up as quietly as possible, until the phone in Ember's pocket started to ring.

The dragon quickly darted his hand underneath and fished the phone out of his pocket, hoping to answer it before the stirring sleeper awoke completely. Once he had it he ran out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, still whispering as he answered it.

"Is this Gear?" The voice on the other side of the line asked.

"It's Zen actually." Zenny replied. "Gear is currently away, if you want I can give-"

"The Industrial League cordially invites you and Gear to a Mixer race to be held next week Friday." The voice interrupted. "You will be one of fifteen racers, top six get prizes, and no shows will not be tolerated. Please be on the factory floor at 10pm so that we can give you the race coordinates. Have a nice day."

Zenny tried to say something but by the time he opened his mouth he had already heard the line disconnect. A Mixer race... as much as he wanted to wake up Ember and ask exactly what that meant, he also wanted the husky to get the sleep that he seemed to need. Plus they had all week to talk about it and they saw each other every day, especially now that they shared a room together. Instead he continued to go about his cleaning, checking the other male every few minutes to see if there were any signs he was about to awaken.

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By the time Ember finally woke up again the room had been restored to its clean state, and as he shook the last of the sleep from his senses he smelt something delicious coming from outside the bedroom. He could feel his mouth beginning to salivate as he got up and pulled the bedcovers off, putting his feet down on the unfamiliar floor. After sleeping on the garage floor for the last few months it was strange to get up from an actual bed, feeling far more refreshed then usual as he went to the door and peaked outside.

There Ember saw Zenny standing in front of the kitchen stove, with only a pair of khaki shorts on as he stirred the contents of a metal pot. In the light of the hood he could see just how much the dragon had changed in the three short weeks that he had been racing. His chest and arms were firm and defined, and though there were still patches of softness here and there he could see a six-pack begin to emerge. He had easily gained a couple pounds of muscle in his short interim of racing, something that he probably hasn't even noticed in himself or easily explained away. The husky moved from the doorway to behind the cooking dragon, wrapping his arms around his waist.

"Hey there." Zennith said with a smile as he felt the husky's fur press against his back. "Hungry? It's just canned ravioli but I thought you could use something to eat after you woke up from your coma."

"That's awfully sweet of you." Ember replied. After a few minutes the two of them sat down at the simple wooden table, bowls steaming as they both blew on it to cool. "So we're living together now."

"That we are." Zenny answered as he stirred the bowl of ravioli. He could tell that the husky had uncomfortable about something, though he hoped that it wasn't because of him. There was a look on his face that was very distant, even though he started to nibble on the noodles his mind was a million miles away. Whether or not it was because of the sudden move, he decided to try and move his thoughts in a different direction. "So I got a call from someone from the League, they said that I was invited to some sort of Mixer?"

Ember's spoon hit the side of a bowl with a loud clank as he looked up at the dragon with his mouth slightly agape. "They invited you to a Mixer?" He gawked, which made Zenny afraid that he had made yet another racing snafu that would cause him to be upset. "That's wonderful! They must really be seeing your racing talent if they invited you to such a prestigious event, even if it is between the Dawn Derbiers and the next tier up."

"That's great!" Zenny replied, relieved. "So what's a Mixer anyway?"

"Basically a mixer is a race between tiers." Ember explained between bites. "Normally they pick the best of the lower tier along with the lowest of the higher tiers to make sort of an intermediary race. It's between twelve and sixteen racers usually, and it's usually done on a lapped course. Then the top five or six usually get some pretty nice money, as well as the other usual... benefits."

Zenny nodded, though in his mind he was doing the math. "So if there are fifteen racers, and the guy said that only the top six get 'prizes', then..."

"The first three get to choose two of the losing racers." Ember replied. "But don't worry about that, we need to focus on the race ahead. I think I have a plan..."

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The next week flew by in what felt like an instant for Zenny, when he didn't have classes or homework he was in the garage with Ember installing the latest modifications to the car. He was amazed by the husky's ingenuity and genius, especially as he relayed the new system throughout the car. As they worked on it he also taught him a few things while they worked together, and while he would never be on the same level as him it was fascinating to find out the inner workings of his automobile. Their obsession with the car didn't end in the garage either; now that they lived together they went long into the night looking at websites and magazines.

Zenny had been slightly surprised that the husky had insisted on keeping to the floor, using his bedroll instead of sharing the bed. While they had only been intimate after the races in order to relieve the side effects, he thought that they may have been starting to grow closer. But it didn't seem to be the case, in fact Ember seemed to be deliberate in his prevention of their contact, everything from staying apart while they sleep to taking his showers when he wasn't there. It was perplexing, but other than that he continued to remain friendly with him. He decided not to press the matter, especially with the race that was coming up, but it was something that he would have to possibly talk to him about it in the future.

When the time finally came that Friday, the two of them drove up to the Factory, a shared nervousness between them as they walked inside. The derelict space was unusually lively on the race floor, a large crowd of people gathered in front of the race board that was dominated with only one race on the whiteboard. As he approached he was greeted by the overweight naga that served as one of the race coordinators. "Zen, Gear, glad you could come." He said as he guided him over to a quieter area of the factory floor. "You'll never reach the race table right now so I'm going to give you the coordinates out here."

"Why such a crowd?" Zenny asked as he looked back.

"Why else?" The naga replied with a laugh as he slithered off once he had handed them the slip of paper. "Mixer's are the best for odds."

"Odds?" The dragon said in bewilderment as he looked back at the whiteboard. He took a few steps closer and saw his name as well as Sykes, who told him that he was also in the race on the party they went to a few days previous. What surprised him even more then the people betting on him were the odds that they had assigned to him. Sykes, one of the newest to the higher tier, was favored at three to one odds while his odds were set at seven to one. Even so he was one of the higher ones out there, with some of them as low as thirty to one.

"I didn't know that there was actual gambling on the races." Zenny told Ember as they left the factory into the parking lot.

"That's because no one really bets on the Dawn Derbies." Ember explained. "Too many unknown variables with new racers and different cars and such. Once you get into the other tiers you'll start to see more and more odds put next to your name. One of the ways to do that is to win this Mixer, the notoriety alone will significantly boost your chances of getting into the next tier."

The coordinates they were given led them to an abandoned car manufacturing plant, which Ember informed him was a prime location for car racing. Everything was built to handle the flow of multiple cars, which meant that multiple routes could be created from the same location. As soon as they arrived at the races staging area the two went to the trunk of the car and pulled out an aerial map of the area. Zenny was about to ask him how he had all these maps, but before he could ask he was asked to give his attention to the paper laid out before him.

"This is going to be one of the more tricky races that you've done, especially since it's done in three laps instead of the usual one." Ember said as he took out a highlighter. "Since the Mixer is sort of used as proving grounds they often will do things to change the racetrack in order to open up new routes or shortcuts to the most observant. Now since there are so many different variables on this track they could do almost anything, but here's a few that seem to be especially popular amongst the track coordinators..."

After a half an hour of coordinating Zenny was called to the track, Ember wishing him good luck before he moved to one of the spectator areas. The dragon got back into his car and moved to the starting line with the others, being placed in the second line. Up in front he could see Sykes' car gleam in the light of the flares, the eagle obviously ready to get things started as he revved his engine. He wondered who the other four next-tier racers were, since Ember said that they usually leave one spot open in the front for the best of the Dawn Derby people to experience the thrill of victory. That was the spot he was aiming for, though he would like to get first place he knew that the more experienced racers would probably fill the first five spots.

As he waited for the go signal he turned on the latest addition to his vehicle, a light-up display that showed his location as well as the location of the cars around him. It was Ember's ingenious idea, since all of the League's cars had the same turbo he had devised a method to see them on a GPS map that was built into the dash. While he couldn't specifically tell which car was which, it would give him a good bead on cars that were coming up behind him or that actually used their turbo. It would also give him an idea of when and where to pass the other cars, which hopefully would give him a bit of an edge.

Suddenly a red flare was lit in front of them, Zenny's hands immediately shooting up to his steering wheel as his foot hovered over the gas. A few seconds later a yellow flare ignited over them, the cacophony of engines reverberating through the air as everyone got ready to go. The dragon felt his muscles tense as he got ready, his heart beating hard in his scaly chest as the next few seconds passed by in agonizing slowness. He could feel the very blood in his veins course through his body as he waited, his focus concentrated solely on the one remaining unlit flare.

Finally the green flare erupted, rubber smoke filling the air as the cars jumped forward. Zenny pressed down the gas and sped off as well, but a number of other cars had edged in front of him before he could solidify his place. When he glanced down at the GPS is showed the number nine in the corner, which meant that there eight other cars in front of him. But there were still three whole laps to go, so he wasn't worried about it at the moment. Instead he focused on memorizing the track as he sped by it, trying to find areas that could possibly be changed. By the end of the first lap his position was no better, and as he hit one the straightaways one of the lights on the viewscreen suddenly flared up before a red Ford Mustang raced passed him and another car, which lowered his position down to tenth.

As much as he wanted to respond with his own turbo, Ember had specifically warned him not to do it until the third lap. It was a rookie mistake, those who tried to get the early lead usually found themselves losing it later on. Instead he banked into the next turn and concentrated on the car in front of him, taking the inside turns in order to drift passed. There were a lot of turns turns to navigate, but after studying the track he was able to find the best spots and quickly overtook a car in front of him.

The effect was instantaneous and caused him to jam his back into the seat. It was far more intense then whenever he passed someone in the Dawn Derby, comparable only to when he actually hit his turbo. A snarl escaped his lips as his fangs sharped, growing larger as his tongue slid out of his mouth. He quickly realized that in the Dawn Derby he had only gotten a taste of power, a mere sample of the delicious surge of strength and superiority that he was getting now. His leather creaked as it stretched out, muscles growing as his expanding foot pushed down and fed more gas to the engine. He needed more, he realized as he caught up to the next car, needed to assert his dominance over the other racers...

It was near the end of lap two when he passed the next car, and this time he was prepared for the rush as his smile grew even wider. "Hell yeah!" He shouted as it took all his willpower to keep control of the vehicle and not observe the changes happening to him. Thankfully he could still feel it, another inch of horn sliding out from his skull as another pair pushed out of his scaly hide right behind the first. His front fangs elongated even more and pushed passed his lips, overlapping his jaw. He could feel his scales grow thicker as well, becoming plate-like as the edges gained a bit of a jagged edge to him.

But the most noticeable change was to his cock, trapped in the tightening leather of his pants. The cords of muscle that now bulged out his thighs and calves pressed the grey material against his rock hard member tightly enough that as he glanced down he swore he could see every ridge and detail. It pushed down his leg like a python until it reached about ten inches, throbbing in its leather prison as it begged for attention. His cock wasn't the only appendage that lengthened either, realizing that his tail had grown by almost a foot and gained an impressive amount of flexibility as it wrapped itself around its waist.

Even with every part of his body screaming for his attention he continued to keep his focus on the road, every detail of the track sharpening and intensifying as he poured on more speed around the track. He had to pass someone else; he needed too... even if it was only to feel that euphoric feeling for another second. He also knew that despite his gaining in rank he was still in the danger zone at eighth place. If he didn't place then all the strength and confidence he gained would be for nothing, his tail would be raised for the rightful winners and there was nothing that he could do about it. Even though the thought was unwanted he couldn't help but remember when Sykes took him, the monster eagle savagely dominating him as he begged for his needy hole to be filled...

Zenny gasped and turned sharply to avoid the corner he was about to careen into, taking a deep breath and quickly refocusing on the race. He was halfway through the track, the lights that had been strewn up to see the way reflected off of the glassy water of the bay as his Viper roared along the edge of it. He could see the taillights of seventh place in the distance, maybe only four car lengths ahead of him. It immediately became his new prey, his mind firing with ideas on how to pass it and the next car before the finish line. The road was relatively straight for some time before it crossed over into the shipyard loading dock, if he did his turbo now he could easily catch up with it...

As his scaly hand went to the trigger mechanism, however, he saw something on his right that gave him pause. It was a large delivery truck with a cartoon orca-man on it advertising some sort of fish product, the exact same truck that two laps ago had been parked on the other side of the road a little further ahead. Once he connected the dots he immediately recognized the path, Ember had shown it to him on the map as an observation tunnel for ship repairs and inspections. The other car had already passed it, either because he missed it or because he didn't want to risk the tight quarters of the tunnel itself, and if he took it then he would be able to cut out several hairpin turns that had slowed him down in the last two laps.

When he saw the decline he immediately turned into it, his car bouncing slightly down the steep decline before he raced into the open tunnel. The echo was almost deafening as he hit the gas, pushing his RPM's to the red-line to pick up speed. Ember had warned him about not using his turbo in the narrow space, and once he was inside he quickly realized why. About four inches away from his car were the walls, old concrete on one side and thick glass on the other. The water level was almost at the top of the glass, which gave the whole area a surreal look as he raced down it. As he was halfway down the service tunnel he realized he wasn't the only person down there, the telltale flicker of red light further down.

Unbeknownst to the dragon, as he focused on trying to catch up to the car in front of him that more changes were taking place on his body. The leather he wore began to get stretched to the limit as his muscle growth reached bodybuilder proportions. His horns grew even more, a third set joining the other two as they pushed further back. Several bone talons also began to grow out of his shoulders and knees, though the jacket seemed to be tailored to allow them to pass through the leather unobstructed. His hand and foot claws grew bigger as well, sliding painlessly out from the flesh as the tips pressed against the steering wheel and gas petal. Soon his clothing could hardly contain the massive amount of flesh that it tried to contain, especially his cock as it grew passed a foot in length. What might have troubled him the most though would have been his eyes, the black around his irises expanding slightly until almost half of his eye was a pitch black.

But the only thing Zenny was slightly surprised about was to actually be catching up to someone down in the tunnel, though it was only a few inches at a time. Still, he could feel his beefed-up chest swell even more in pride as he continued to creep forward towards his latest target. Before he had a chance to make any real progress though, the lights suddenly disappeared, followed a few seconds later by his car going up the ramp and back onto the main track. He was startled by how close he was now to the finish line, as well as being able to see the car in front of him, which was a deep purple Honda Integra Type-R.

"You're mine, bitch." He said through clenched teeth, though he still smiled as he waited for the last straightaway of the race. After he drifted through a large hole in a concrete wall to the factory's showcase area he grabbed the trigger and nearly crushed it activating the turbo.

For a brief second it felt like his heart stopped, the rush pushed into his body shaking him to the very core. Any last semblance of the semi-shy, repressed dragon had been completely overwhelmed. In its place was Zen, a pure predator, driven by the lustful power of domination over the others. He let out a loud roar as his bestial nature, which had never even been touched before he started to race, was set free completely. All he wanted now was the spoils of his potential victory, not the monetary reward or the prestige, but the pure pleasure of bending down the racer whom his car slowly began to inch past his competitor. If he hadn't been strapped down to the chair by his seatbelt he would have been snapping at the other driver as he passed, wanting to taste his prize immediately...

But all that disappeared in an instant as the other car suddenly lunged forward as well, leaving Zen's car in the dust as well as him in a bit of shock. He sat there with a dumbfounded look on his face as the car continued to put distance between them before they both crossed the finish line. The sudden reversal snapped back his more rational personality and he took a few deep breaths, trying to recall exactly what just happened to him... but despite it only happening a few seconds ago he couldn't seem to grasp what became of his mental state. With the race over he also realized that he hadn't checked on his status since he entered the harbor observation tunnel.

When he saw the number on the screen any previous musings he had about his condition were pushed aside by his rank. There in the display, right in the center of the screen, a big number '5' flashed.

"Fifth..." Zen said in awe. "I got in fifth! I did it!"

His celebration was cut short as he heard a knock on his window, which from where his car was he assumed was the driver of the purple Integra. As soon as he opened the door he was almost yanked out of his seat by a massive, brown-maned lion. He was dressed in a leather outfit that was dyed a purple so deep it was almost black, which almost matched the skin of his cock that jutted out from the open fly. The monster member had to have been almost as thick as his wrist and covered with fleshy barbs, which was sandwiched between the two of them as the huge racer brought him in for a hug.

"That was the best chase I've had in quite a while!" He cried out as he squeezed him so tight it forced the air out of his lungs. "You can be behind me anytime... or vice versa..."

The mood shifted slightly as the both looked down, a thin layer of leather the only thing separating their two cocks. "Name's Ryder." The lion said as they put their hands on each other's chest, though it wasn't before long that they started to slowly find their way down lower.

Zen could feel their muzzles closing in as his eyes closed, only to find himself kissing air when he leaned forward. When he opened his eyes again he found the large lion pulled back by Sykes, who was almost half a foot taller than him as he grinned down at the dragon. "You'll have to mind this one, he gets a bit... frisky." Sykes chuckled as he held onto the restrained racer, who quickly stuffed his feline meat back into his pants. "So what place did you get?"

"Fifth." Zen replied proudly.

"Fifth?" Sykes repeated before laughing and slapping Zen on the back. "That's great Zen, you never cease to amaze me. It's too bad that I won't be able to see that sweet scaled tailhole of yours wrapped around my cock, but I guess I'll have to make do. Now you get to see what victory tastes like, if you'll follow me they're gathering everyone up as we speak."

Zen nodded and followed the eagle as he dragged the lion with him towards a clearing where the majority of cars were parked. More than one he had to adjust himself as they walked, now that he was moving he could clearly see the changes that had happened to him. His gait had adjusted to make room for his new bulky build, his clothing tight against his scales. The feeling of the grey leather rubbing against his skin sent electric tingles throughout his body, especially around his groin. All he wanted to do now was strip off his confining clothes and take his prize, which was one of the other nine racers that were lined up. One of his hands went down to the huge bulge in his pants and began to rub it idly as he saw the other racers, though he was not the only one to do so.

All six of the winners, none of whom he recognized save for Sykes, looked at the losers like fresh meat as they licked their chops and rubbed their hands together. Despite their feral attitudes they managed to keep it together enough not to pounce them right then and there, Zen himself feeling the lustful need to take one of them increasing with every second he looked at them. The losing racers had all been arranged in the order that they came in and had been stripped to their underwear, the ones that had come close had still gained a fair bit of muscle to their from while those that came in last had hardly changed at all. The race coordinator announced that each winning racer would pick one starting from first to sixth, and then the top three can pick from the pool that remained. The first two were quick on the draw, both of them choosing the top of the loser stack. It made sense to Zen's power-addled mind; the thrill of taking those who were so close to winning was probably very sweet.

Sykes took a minute to choose his conquest, taking a wolf that finished in next to last place. Zen wondered if it was just because he liked wolves or because he wanted someone that was going to be truly submissive, either way he could see the wolf's tail begin to wag as he moved behind the eagle. Once the fourth place drive made his choice it was his turn, with five racers left to choose. As he scanned down the line once more his eyes settled on a lithe leopard that stood in front of a very familiar Ford Mustang. His head turned away a bit but it was too late, Zen gestured to him with a finger to come with him.

Once everyone else had been chosen they all very quickly ran back to their cars and drove the short distance back to the Factory's 'rest stop' in the back. Zen was so pent up by that time that as the leopard parked next to him that it took every fiber of his being not to jump him right there or grab him by the tail and drag him in. In front of him he saw Sykes with the wolf and the bull he had won, one under each arm as they went inside. Zen and his prize followed suit, finding the first unoccupied bedding area and pushing the leopard inside.

"You blew your load a little too early in the race." Zen teased as the leopard fell onto the bed, his face a mixture of nervousness and arousal as the huge dragon approached him. "Hopefully you don't have that problem here. Now strip me, and don't be afraid to taste anything that's down there while you do."

The leopard uttered a tiny 'yes sir' that made Zen's cock nearly pop through his pants as he began to slowly take off his jacket, his hands caressed over his scaled biceps as the charcoal grey leather fell to the floor. The shirt came off quickly next, this time his hands moving over and cupping his hard pecs and chiseled six-pack as it dropped to the floor as well. He could sense the other male's careful eagerness as he undid the button to his pants, not wanting to upset his superior but wanting to get to the thick piece of draconic flesh that rested behind its leather prison. Zen's body shuddered as his thighs and legs were exposed, leaving only his lewdly-tented thong.

As his prize reached around and fished the string out of his hard cheeks Zen turned to one of the drawers and opened it, pulling out a collar and leash. He let out a small gasp as he felt the leopard's hot breath against his sensitive skin, his face rubbing against it as he leaned in and licked his thighs. His little kitty was being way to slow about it, Zen thought to himself as he clicked the collar around the leopard's neck, and with one hand under his jaw guided him back up to the quivering tip of his member. Those cool green eyes looked up at him as he licked his lips, then slowly stuck his tongue out and licked the shaft.

"The kitty is not getting the hint." Zen growled as he pulled the leash forward and spearing his cock into the leopard's mouth. He could see his eyes widen as it quickly filled his mouth and began to press against the back of his throat. At first he would have expected him to gag taking so much into his mouth at once, but aside from his hands clawing slightly at the scales on his sides he was able to take it all in stride. The leopard's throat began to stretch out as it took inch after inch of his ridged member, completely helpless to do anything as the strong hand on the back of his head pushed him forward.

"Ohhh God, yeah, that's it." Zen murred as he continued to pressed into the leopard's drooling mouth, right until he felt the feline's nose press against his scaly crotch. Had he not been as horny as he was he would have been amazed that the nearly foot and a half cock was entirely inside the submissive male's maw. The muscles of his throat contracted exquisitely around it as he began to rock his hips back and forth, his hands firmly on his prize's head to hold him in place.

The leopard's eyes were squeezed shut as his mouth was used a fucktoy for the intimidating dragon in front of him as he felt the huge cock slide in and out of him. His hands went up to his throat and felt the bulge slide up and down, and as he rubbed against it with them it elicited a loud moan from the male in front of him. That was all the motivation he needed to continue, both hands working down past his jaw and up and down his fur to provide an extra layer of stimulation. Zen felt like he was in heaven, watching the leopard cater to his every whim for the singular purpose to make him happy.

But Zen didn't get in fifth place just to get a blow-job, and after a few minutes of pistoning in and out of him he pulled out and tossed the leopard back on the bed. His kitty let out a loud gasp as his throat was his own once more, only to find that another part of his anatomy was about to be violated. He was just able to get onto his hands and knees until he felt the weight of the dragon on his back. Scaled hands ran through his fur as he was groped and stroked against almost possessively, his body belonging to the racer that had rightly beaten him.

Zen was completely lost in the pure power and lust, gripping his arms around the leopard... HIS leopard... had opened his legs so that he may give himself to him. He ripped the pair of white briefs off and pushed the tip between his furry cheeks. To his mild surprise and amusement there was very little resistance, as though the very hole he was going to penetrate was opening itself to him. In the back of the mind he wondered if he his body was this giving when Sykes beat him, though that thought was quickly drowned away as he pushed his thick cock into the willing body beneath him.

"No wonder you lost." Zen commented as the leopard groaned; tail flicking in the air as the hole beneath it was stuffed full of dragon cock. "You're slutty body is just begging for my cock. Who's my slutty kitty?"

"I'm... I'm your slutty kitty!" The leopard nearly shouted as he began to push back into the dragon's thrusts, eager to get more of that dominating length into him. His back arched as every inch disappeared into his quivering form, partially from the sheer joy of being filled and mostly from Zen pulling back on the leash. There was a glazed look in the leopard's eyes as he submitted fully, his own erect cock bouncing freely in the air as his anal walls clamped down on the invading member when it tried to leave. The monstrous dragon decided to throw his kitten a bone, his long tail slithering around before it wrapped and rubbed around the feline prick.

As the two began to thrust into each other Zen could no longer speak, so focused on the act of controlling the quivering pile of fur beneath him that he was reduced to groans and snarls. Every twitching muscle of the leopard was his to do with as he pleased, everything from making him go faster to push his drooling cock even deeper into him to preventing him from coming with a simple squeeze of his tail and growl in his ear. His hands gripped though tan-furred thighs and he pounded into him in earnest, his own lust building to release as the kitty mewled and groaned. The monstrous dragon had completely dominated another male, and it was the greatest feeling he had ever felt.

Unfortunately, like all good things, Zen came to an end, giving several long strokes with his cock before he slammed in and filled the leopard man with his thick seed. He loosened his tail and allowed his prize to experience his own orgasm as well, the pleasure crashing down on them as they fell to their sides on the bed. Their chests heaved as they panted to catch their breath, their bodies still twitching as several after-tremors of bliss passed through their connected bodies. "Thank you..." The leopard said once he had caught his breath, reaching back and grabbing one of his master's horns.

"Don't thank me just yet." Zen replied with an evil grin as he pulled out, the leopard gasping as he suddenly felt empty inside save for the load of dragon cum in him. He stood up, pulling his prize by the leash and forcing him to get up as well. "There's someone that I want you to meet..."