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"Zennith Mehathvin?" The dragon heard the professor say as the class ended for the day, prompting the dragon to gulp slightly as he moved up to the front desk of the auditorium.

"What is it Prof. Sardio?" Zenny asked, looking as the Siberian Tiger looked him up and down. In his mind the dragon began to play through all the possible reasons that he could be in trouble, but all his assignments were in and he had been doing fantastically well on all his tests. Plus with his lab partner Brent a near permanent facet to the Factory racing league they had been getting all their projects done rather quickly, working in the hours before one of his races or when the otter had to service the other racers on the higher tier. Then a horrified thought struck him, what if it had something to do with the racing he was involved in?

"Relax son, you're not in trouble." The professor said as he packed up his suitcase. "Though I have been wondering if you had forgotten where my lecture hall was with all the class you've been skipping."

"I'm sorry sir." Zenny quickly apologized. I just have been-"

"Don't worry about it." Prof. Sardio said with a chuckle. "I was in college just like you, I know there's a whole world out there besides what's in these four walls. Plus your grades and comprehension of the material has been outstanding, I have to say that you have quickly become one of the top students in the class."

Zenny felt a bit confused at that, wondering where the teacher was going before the tiger spoke up again. "The reason I wanted to talk to you is that I've gotten exciting news, one of our benefactors has been expanding their lab and has opened up some opportunities for interns, or as I like to call it cheap labor. I have been approached by their representatives for recommendations, and I would like to put your name in as a potential candidate. Of course even though it's the opportunity of a lifetime I wouldn't be so crass to not ask you first, so what do you think?"

"Sir... I..." Zenny felt conflicted, while the teacher was right in that it was a huge step in the advancement of his scientific career it also meant that he would have to find time to squeeze it in between normal schooling and racing. "Can I have a few days to think about it? I just have so much work already..."

"Of course, of course." Prof. Sardio said as he began to walk towards the door. "You have a brilliant mind son, so you know what you can and can't handle. I'd say don't let the opportunities you are given pass you by, but as long as you keep doing whatever it is you're doing and you continue this push to excellence I guarantee you it won't be the last one."

"Thank you sir." Zenny said as he watched the professor leave, taking a deep breath of relief before heading towards the engineering building and meeting with Ember.

"So, a scientific internship?" Ember said as he ate from a cup of noodles, watching Zenny as he hooked up the leads to remove part of the electrical system that was fried in their last race. "That's a pretty big opportunity."

"Yeah, with a pretty big time constraint." Zenny replied as he began the removal process. "Most college students can hardly handle an internship on top of their normal schoolwork, how am I supposed to do it along with my racing obligations? I've already been challenged once since I moved up a tier, plus there are far more opportunities to race then when I was with the dawn derby. I just... I'm feeling like I'm heading towards a crossroads, and soon I'm going to have to choose between my scientific career and racing."

"Well hopefully you don't have to make such a decision anytime soon." Ember replied as he put down the cup and went over with the brand new wiring system that their winnings had bought. "Let's get this installed and we can talk about it over dinner. Then once we're done we must head down to the Factory early, your tier has an early race tonight."

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The Industrial League was buzzing when the two arrived in the area where their tier congregated, getting into their racing personas. After they got a drink they decided to see what was happening, Zen seeing Sykes in the corner and asking him what was going on.

"Korin challenged Nightmare to a one-on-one!" Sykes said with a laugh.

"Again?" Gear scoffed. "He's been trying to dethrone Nightmare for ages now."

"Yeah well I hear that they're due to come back any minute now." Sykes replied as he took a drink. "You guys are here for the next race I take it?"

Both Zen and Gear nodded. "Certainly have stiffer competition here, haven't even broken the top three yet. Just glad that there aren't actual prizes unless you come in dead last, I hear that two tiers up if you aren't in the top three or four you end up the trophy for them. You have to hit that tier running unless you want a-"

"Racers, may I have your attention please!" The eagle was suddenly interrupted as the naga that coordinated most of the races went up to the microphone, prompting the attention of the racers and causing them to fall silent. "I am pleased to announce the results for the lead position of the Industrial League. The winner by nearly four car lengths, I present to you your champion: Nightmare!"

A roar of cheering and applause rose up from the crowd as the doors opened, the obsidian black horse strutting through the main doors wearing only a pair of leather racing pants that strained to hold in all the muscle of the stallion. Zen felt his own pants begin to swell slightly as he looked upon the monster racer, the recent memory of his time with him causing him to be flushed with arousal. He wasn't the only one, a quick look around The horse gave a bow to the racers, a huge smirk on his face before he tugged on the leash he was holding and moved through the crowd of racers.

On the other end of the black leather cord was Korin in a collar, the panther stumbling before moving forward. He had on a white rubber hood in the shape of a horse with no holes in it other than ones for his nostrils. The panther's arms were also bound behind his back in a leather binding, and to hamper his balance even more his feet were bound inside white rubber hooves that clomped noisily on the floor. The only other thing he wore was a skimpy leather bikini with his tail stuffed in a white horsetail made of strands of similar white leather.

"Go ahead and pet him boys, he won't bite." Nightmare said as he moved his way up, causing a chuckle from the crowd as several people went up to caress or grope the loser's body. With his sight removed Korin could do nothing but shudder as he felt the mysterious hands of the other racers press against his body.

"I'm surprised you're not up there getting a piece." Zen said as he finished off his drink. "You seem to hate that guy more than anyone."

"I'd rather not." Gear replied simply. The two watched as Nightmare led Korin up to the highest tier, clipping the leash unto a bar on his throne and putting the panther on display or all to see. Zen could only imagine the anger that probably broiled within the other racer, especially as Nightmare grabbed his head and made him nuzzle his groin. Zen couldn't help but smile, a sentiment that was shared by a number of other racers.

Suddenly an announcement over the thrumming techno music informed the racers of Zen's tier that the racecourse has been prepared and to report to the starting coordinates immediately. There was a scramble as everyone put down their cups, some of them openly disappointed that they could not watch Nightmare's continued domination of the losing racer as they all rushed to their cars. The husky and dragon were no exception, gunning it down the abandoned industrial park to their next racing location. As Zenny looked out the window he saw that they had arrived at a steel foundry, a factory that looked like it was still in operation.

"Be careful on this one." Ember warned as he got out of the car. "The racing coordinators like to rig to blast furnaces to blow a bit of flame or exhaust onto the track. Nothing dangerous, but it could throw you off your game. Just stay focused on the road and watch the turns when you're inside the building."

Zenny nodded and left the husky at the starting gate, pulling up his yellow Viper right along the silver Cobalt. For the last few races he and the Eagle had been racing against each other, and the dragon found with increasing frustration that he was always behind Sykes' tail lights. "Ready to lose again?" He asked with a smirk over the roar of the engines.

Zen just gave him a look as the remaining cars lined up, the Eagle laughing before rolling up his window. Even though he wished he could say something the dragon knew that Sykes currently had bragging rights; not only had he constantly beaten Zen but he had also placed first in the last race, which meant that he was in prime position to move up to the next tier. Even though he was happy for his friend he desperately wanted to beat him, even before the race started he could feel his inner beast frothing at the mouth to win. As the familiar rush of adrenaline began to course through his system it was almost a comforting feeling, as though it were something his body had been missing.

Suddenly the red flare that had been hanging overhead came to life, causing everyone to rev their powerful engines. Zen could already feel his fangs already starting to slip down past his lips as he fed his engine, watching intently as the yellow flare ignited. All the drivers were starting to inch forward, chomping at the bit for the race to start. The dragon's claws had begun to dig into the leather of the steering wheel as he waited, a glance over to the eagle on his left causing him to rev even harder.

Finally after what seemed like an eternity the green flare lit up, causing a huge cloud of exhaust and rubber as the cars jumped off the starting line. As they all sped towards the foundry both Zen and Sykes managed to jockey for decent position, getting into the fourth and fifth positions as they flew down the shipping lane. The road was wide enough to let large trucks in and out, which meant there was a lot of potential for passing. Even though they were racing one another they used each other to block out the competition.

Zen had no intention of trying to pass during this time, the lanes were too wide open and a potential misstep could send you to the back of the back. Ember instead told him to drift left once they hit the foundry; while most of the racers would take the middle route to get some breathing room from the giant blast furnaces and cast-iron crucibles if Zen could get in between the machines he could bypass one of the switch-backs that makes a lot of racers lose speed. The opening was very narrow though, which unfortunately meant that he had to give Sykes some breathing room as they came up to the huge building.

As the cars blasted through the open hanger doors Zen immediately turned left, setting his car for a small sideways drift before punching the accelerator and going straight again. Sparks flew as one of his front panels scraped against the concrete bases of the machines, but other than that he had managed to retain enough control to prevent too much speed bleed-off. It was slightly terrifying, his car wedged between the huge vats potentially filled with molten steel on one side and heavy machinery on the other. The feeling was secondary to the surge of pleasure and joy he felt as he began to pass by another car, with the familiar feeling of his body stretching and expanding with muscle. He could feel the leather of his headrest as his growing horns brushed against him as he saw the silver of the eagle's car quickly approaching.

"Got you now birdy..." Zen said with a feral grin as he continued to push the RPM's, after the initial entrance the straightaway was easy to navigate, especially as he passed through an opening in the wall that had been made for the massive machines. As the dragon passed through he snuck a peak at the central hallway, seeing the cars having to make a rather difficult turn through several shipping openings. When it caused several racers to fall behind Zen had to bite his lip in order to keep himself from letting out a roar of ecstasy and keep his focus on the road.

As they hit the foundry Zen's car hit the straightaway the same time that Sykes pulled out from the sharp turn that he had to make. The dragon was surprised that the other racer was still slightly in front of him, though now they were neck and neck with only one car in front of them, a lime green Mitsubishi Eclipse GT. All three of them were inches from each other as they burned through the end of the factory and into the warehouse filled with scrap and finished metal. As they reached the last turn there were strange flashes of light reflecting off the finished steel, but all Zen cared about was the eagle as their bumpers were nearly parallel with each other, his sharpening claws digging into the leather ...

The next turn however caused all three cars to slam on their brakes, a line of squad cars blocking the exit to the foundry warehouse. Behind them were several police officers, most of them with guns leveled as they waited for the cars to stop. Once Zen had stopped fully the adrenaline rush quickly began to dissipate, his rational mind returning as he began to fully comprehend the situation in front of him.

"Get out of your cars with your hands in the air!" Zenny heard one of the officers say as his car finally came to complete stop. As he looked back from the way they came he considered turning tail and making a run for it, but as he put his hand against the gearshift he found it locked in park, the words "EMERGENCY SHUTDOWN ACTIVATED, DRIVER LOCKDOWN INITIATED" on his GPS screen.

"Well, no getting around this one." Zenny said with a sigh as he slowly opened his car door, stepping outside with his hands outstretched. As he got out of his vehicle he saw Sykes already out of his own, down on his knees with his hands behind his head. The police on the bullhorn quickly instructed him to do the same, just able to see a huge gryphon get out of the lead car before he turned around and got down on his knees. As he put his hands behind his head he heard the police approach them, several passing by him to Sykes before he felt several pairs of hands grab him and put him into handcuffs.

As Zenny was brought back to his feet he saw Sykes as he was being hauled away, giving him a smirk as he was escorted past him. "You fuckers better be paying for my dry cleaning." He heard the eagle say before he was unceremoniously yanked off his feet and pushed down on his own car.

"Hey, watch the paint job!" Zen snarled, a momentary flash of anger passing through him as he felt the cold steel of the hand cuffs latch around his wrists. The cops seemed to ignore the comment and patted him down, searching his racing leathers for weapons or drugs. When they were sure that he was clean he was put into the back of one of the squad cars, Zenny and the gryphon quickly following suit. As the car drove away the dragon was surprised to see more cops behind the barricade, not to mention a S.W.A.T. van as they slowly pulled away from the scene...

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Zenny could see the windows of the police station begin to lighten as the three of them sat in the rather cramped holding cell in the middle of the busy area. It felt like it had taken them hours to go through the processing, getting their pictures taken and their prints recorded. For the first time in his life the dragon had gone through the criminal system, which left him tired and slightly edgy as he sat on the hard wooden bench in the middle of the cell.

Off to one side Sykes leaned against the corner of the cell, trying to make eye contact with a female cop that was just barely in sight of their lock up. The gryphon sat on the bench that lined the cell, still never saying a word as he just closed his eyes and crossed his arms. Inside his mind he was starting to freak out, with the race long behind him and the fatigue of staying up all morning his rational self was trying to figure out how he was going to get through this. He had no idea what sort of trouble they were in, though the fact that they were put into a holding cell certainly did not bode well for them.

As Zenny's mind continued to churn the female officer that Sykes had been trying to make eyes at approached them, looking down at the clipboard before pointing to the blue-scaled dragon. "Follow me." She said simply, Zenny looking at the other two males before slowly following the policewoman through the station. As he passed by the desks he knew he could see the other officer's giving him looks, some of them shaking their heads as he was led to one of the solid steel doors. Once he was inside the officer told him to take a seat, then promptly shut the door behind her.

Inside the room was two metal chairs and a wooden table, with one wall dominated by a mirror that was no doubt some sort of one-way glass. With nothing else to do Zenny went to the chair and sat down, resting his head in his arms as he waited for whatever fate to befall him. Part of him wished they would just get it done and over with, the wait only growing more excruciating with each passing moment. He has watched enough cop drama to believe that this was some sort of tactic, letting him stew so that he would give up information more easily.

After an unknown amount of time the door finally opened once more, an older looking wolf in a suit coming in with two cups in his hands and a folder pinned between his arm and body. "Sorry about the wait, traffic was terrible this morning, my name is Detective George Musso." He introduced himself as he sat down with the two cups. "Not sure whether you were a coffee drinker or not but I had to stop for one myself and thought why not."

"Thanks." Zenny replied, grabbing the cup and taking a sip just to use the hot liquid to try and keep himself fully awake.

As he drank the beverage the detective took the manila folder and opened it. "Zennith Mehathvin, says here that you're a college student up at the university." Detective Musso said as he read off the paper. "On the fast track to a Ph. D., excellent grades, no trouble with the law... until now." He put the paper down and looked straight at Zenny, an invisible tremor running down the dragon's spine from the stare. "What's a productive, smart young man like yourself doing tearing hell through a metal smelting plant so late in the night? Those places are dangerous during the day when everyone is doing what they are supposed to, much less tearing through at nearly a hundred and fifty miles an hour."

Zen was unsure of how to react to the question, luckily the racing league had given him a set of instructed responses should he ever get in trouble with the law. "If I am under arrest for something then I would like to retain a lawyer for the purposes of an efficient defense and release." Zenny recited.

"All right, no more questions then." The wolf replied as he put his hands in the air before grabbing his cup of coffee once more. "I am however going to give you a friendly bit of advice; whatever it is you're in and however deep you need to seriously reconsider your options before you continue on this self-destructive path. I know that there are illegal street races going on in that section of the city, this isn't the first time that I've caught some of you in my net. Unless you want to be there with your friends when the hammer falls I suggest you take some time and get your priorities straight. If you are willing to cooperate with us though I will make sure to do everything in my power to protect you as you help us bring down this vicious ring of criminals down."

Zenny continued to stay silent as the wolf got up, strolling over to the barred window. "I know what you're probably thinking right now." The detective continued to talk. "That there would be no way that these friends of yours are actually dangerous, all we do is a little street racing and no one gets hurt." The dragon jumped as Detective Musso slammed his hands on the table. "You have no idea what's connected to your little group... trafficking, extortion, and yes, even murder. We could spend all day in here and I could only scratch the surface of what I've found so far, and if you continue to cast your lot in with them you'll find yourself in prison with them or worse... possibly killed by them. The longer you hold out the less I can help, and if you wait too long it might be too late..."

A sudden bang caused them both to look up and see a large orca in an Italian suit barge into the interrogation room. "Sorry I'm late, traffic is a nightmare out there." The orca said as he set his leather briefcase on the table. "Why Detective Musso, I didn't just happen to walk in here and see you violating my client's right to have an attorney present, am I?"

The wolf snarled slightly as he quickly got up, straightening his own tie. "Mr. Ochelli, I didn't realize that sharks could smell blood in the air all the way from your office." Detective Musso said as he grabbed his folder.

"Actually Mr. Tirgano is on vacation for the next two weeks, I had to rely on good old fashioned intuition and my lawyer instincts." The laywer joked as he opened his briefcase. "Now you know the drill, I need a few minutes alone with my client to get up to speed. That means no surveillance, otherwise I'll have to spank you and your department again like I did the last time you tried to listen in on my conversations."

Once the detective left the room, slamming the door shut, the orca grinned and shook the still confused dragon's hand. "It's nice to meet you Zen, as our friendly detective so introduced I am Mr. Ochelli of Ochelli and Tirgao law offices, but you can call me Francis." The lawyer said as he pulled out a card and handed it to him, Zen seeing the two names embossed in gold right next to a picture of the orca standing shoulder to shoulder with a tiger shark in a similarly expensive suit. "I have to say that you are one of my favorite up and comers in the industrial league, it's a pleasure to finally see the potential prodigy in person."

"You... you watch the races?" Zenny replied, slightly shocked.

"Every chance I get." Francis replied with a big grin. "I've won quite a bit of money off you, so when your league gave me a call I was more than happy to oblige. Not that you really need my help anyway, in about forty-five seconds the detective is going to come back in here in a more furious state than ever as he tells you that you are free to go. So in the mean time you have to tell me about you and your mechanic Ember, you two make quite the team."

Zenny was more than happy to talk shop with the orca, though their conversation was brief as less than a minute later the wolf detective walked in with an extremely angry look on his face. "You're free to go, the owner of the foundry vouched that you and your friends had permission to use the area for testing your cars." Detective Musso said through gritted teeth. "I... apologize for any emotional distress that I or the department may have caused you, please come with me to fill out the paperwork for your immediate release."

"Tail tucked firmly between your legs again I see." Mr. Ochelli shot at him, causing the wolf to growl slightly as he and Zenny both got up and began to walk out of the police station, the other two racers right behind them with smug looks on their faces. "Plus I take it that all the possessions that my client have surrendered, including his vehicle, will be returned to him immediately? I would hate to have to file an injunction against the department for even more misconduct on behalf of this poor soul you targeted."

"Their cars were strip searched for drugs, you know the routine." The Detective shot back, the barest hint of a smirk on his face as they got to the front desk. "They can reclaim the pieces if they want, maybe give them something to do since they love fixing up cars so much." Zenny felt his heart sink as he heard that his Viper was in pieces, though as he looked to the other two to see their reactions he found them strangely confident.

"Oh Detective, was that the paperwork you told me to rush immediately?" A familiar voice said behind the counter, the dragon's jaw nearly dropping as he saw a very familiar leopard in an officer's uniform look at them with a folder in his hands. "I'm sorry, I thought when you wanted it to be done as soon as possible I thought you meant first thing in the morning, the chop shop boys are still going through those two vans that were confiscated in that drug bust a few days ago."

"No need for that anymore officer." Mr. Ochelli said with a grin as he took the paperwork from the leopard, the detective looking like he was ready to blow up as Zenny got his keys and wallet returned to him. "Always good to see you Detective Musso, now if you don't mind I would like to take my clients to breakfast to see some of the suffering they endured on your behalf. I'm thinking... pancakes."

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The celebration that the three racers were having in the diner was short lived as they suddenly received a text as they eat, telling them to report back to the league immediately. In no time at all Zenny, Sykes, and the gryphon, whom Zenny had found out was called Ruskie on account of his extremely thick Russian accent, had all gotten to the league headquarters, realizing from all the cars in the parking lot that they were not the only ones who had gotten the message. They raced inside and saw that that everyone had gathered on the race organization side of the building. As soon as they reached the outer perimeter of the bodies they parted, allowing easy access to the inside of the circle.

Zenny gasped slightly as he saw Nightmare standing in the middle of the circle, his eyes glowing like embers as he gave the three of them an appreciative nod. "I'm glad that you could make it so hastily boys." The huge stallion said as he moved forward. In his hands were two leashes, one of them connected to Korin, who continued to stumble around blindly in the same get-up that Zen had seen him in previously. On the other side was a young stag that Zenny had never seen before, his body naked save for a collar around his neck, a gag in his mouth, restraints around his wrists, and a blindfold around his eyes.

"Racers, as you know some of our events have been raided over the last few months." Nightmare explained to everyone, his deep voice echoing through the building. "The last one occurring just last night and completely shutting down one of our races while it was going on. I am happy to report though that not only are the three racers that were caught back with us but we have also located the source of our leak."

The crowd cheered as two very muscular men came up behind the stag and moved him forward, forcing him to his knees as a spotlight shown down on him. "This man has been one of our track coordinators for some time now, though whether he was a plant or had merely decided to betray us later is still a mystery." Nightmare said as he clutched the leash, pulling the stag slightly backwards. "He does not deserve to be in our presence, nor bask in the glory that we give off with every race. Therefore it has been unanimously voted by the Benefactors that he be rendered an Invisible until such time we can be assured that he has learned the meaning of loyalty!"

A look of horror appeared on the stag's face as the crowd around him cheered, the two men keeping him down on his feet as he tried to struggle away. At that point Zenny was confused, he had never heard the term 'Invisible' come up until now though by the looks of it he was the only one in the dark. All he could do was continue to watch as the naga he had seen at some of the races appear with a large metal briefcase, slithering over and setting down the case in front of the stag before quickly leaving.

"Since these three were most affected by this man's betrayal, I have thought it fitting that they enact the punishment." Nightmare instructed as he beckoned the three forward. "We managed to get the results of who was in the lead before the turn so that will decide the order of who gets to choose what they want to do first. One of you will be putting the suit on him, another will be getting to put on the mitts and cuffs on him, and the last person will get to put on the piece de resistance, the helmet. So without further delay we will ask our first place finisher Ruskie where he would like to begin."

"I will take the helmet of course." Ruskie replied, his voice almost as deep as Nightmare's. "As well as that tailhole of his. I don't even want to think about what he had taken from me when I was about to win this last race."

"Completely understandable." Nightmare replied before turning to Zenny and Sykes. "Now for you two, you were quite neck and neck heading into that last turn. Zen I have to admire your effort taking that short-cut between the crucibles, very few have the balls to take that sort of risk. But! We do not award prizes for effort, only results. That is why I have to give the second choice to... Zen."

There was hooting and hollering from the crowd as Sykes turned and gave him a nod of approval. That alone caused the dragon's loins to stir, feeling his arousal grow as he contemplated the choice that was given him. As Zenny looked at the stag he at first felt sorry for the poor creature, wondering what sort of punishment he was going to have to endure for betraying the group like that. In the back of his mind he remembered what the detective said, how some members of the group were possibly killers. The sentence that the stag made him wonder if perhaps the wolf's words had some sort of truth to them...

But as quickly as that thought appeared it was quickly replaced by another one, an angry voice reminding him that he could have easily beaten the eagle had the stag not intervened with the police. He would have gotten a great share of the spoils had he been able, and it was because of that... that interloper there that he was forced to take a consolation price! "I'll take the mitts and cuffs." Zen said with a low growl, feeling his chest begin to expand as he looked down at the cowering male.

"Looks like I get to go first then." Sykes said, a feral grin on his own face as he stepped forward and opened the briefcase. The eagle grabbed something from it and raised it up into the air, the crowd cheering as he showed everyone the thick black rubber suit. No sooner had he taken in then he moved over to the stag, the already naked deer hardly moving as he was pushed into the suit. Zen had seen the stag's posture before, no doubt the presence of Nightmare alone had subdued the poor male to the point where he didn't even fight back as his hands and legs were shoved into the rubber, covering his lithe body completely as Sykes removed the gag and pressed his beak against the stag's muzzle. The other racers could see the captive's cheeks bulge slightly as the slit that had allowed the other male to get inside it sealed up, becoming a solid piece of rubber that coated him from his feet to his neck.

"You're up Zen." Sykes said as he gave the stag one last grope against the bulge that was forming in the rubber that covered his groin. "Warmed up his mouth for you."

Zen could feel his predatory instincts rise as he stepped forward, looking down in the briefcase to see a pair of rubber mittens complete with cuffs as well as boots for the feet with similar bindings. He grabbed them all, the cries and cheers of the crowd fading into the background as he looked down at his prey. "Last chance to apologize for what you did." Zen said with a growl as he grabbed the leash from one of the men that flanked him.

"I'm... I'm so-mmf!" The stag tried to say before Zen shoved his face down against his crotch, unzipping his fly and letting his already throbbing member out as he stifled the stag. The dragon let out a low groan as the male's mouth slipped over his cock, eagerly suckling on it like the slutty traitor he was. As he did Zen took the mitts and slipped them over his hands, locking them into place with ease. The stag didn't even respond, pawing against the blue scales of his hips as he began to bob his head up and down on his thickening shaft. He slowly put the stag on his back, twisting his body around to secure the feet bindings while still allowing the other male to continue to suck him off.

"I hope you don't mind, but I am an impatient fellow." Ruskie said, Zen looking up to see the gryphon with his massive erection in one hand and a very intricate mask in the other. "I would like to go while he finishes you off."

Zen just nodded, too focused on dominating the stag's mouth to really care about anything else as he shifted the stag into a kneeling position as he turned around until he was sitting on the floor with the cervine's head in his lap continuing to service him. Behind them Ruskie got into place, Zen feeling the stag's body get pushed up as his head went even further down on his cock, causing the prey's eyes to bulge slightly as Zen felt the tip of his member press into the stag's throat. The gryphon had wasted no time, sliding his ten inch prick fully into the rubber-clad hole of the deer.

"Let your cum be the last thing he tastes for a while." Ruskie said, Zen merely nodding as he felt his entire body tense as his pleasure began to peak. His claws dug furrows into the ground as that soft, velvety tongue twirled around the sensitive flesh in all the right spots, causing his body to shudder. In front of him the stag's body continued to be rocked back and forth, the gryphon starting to slide the mask over the stag's head as he slid in and out of his tailhole. Zen could feel the edge of the rubber rub against his cock as Ruskie slid it over the top part of the deer's muzzle, waiting for the dragon to finish.

He didn't have to wait long Zen let out a loud roar as the stag's head was forced down all the way to his crotch, climaxing deeply into the stag's throat. No sooner had the last jet of hot seed came out of his cock the stag's head was quickly pulled off of him, nearly causing the dragon to collapse from the sudden shock of pleasure as he watched Ruskie pull the hood completely over the stag's head and attach it to the collar below.

"Let the unworthy be deprived of all senses, so he can no experience any part of the glory of our bodies." Nightmare said stoically, causing Zen to snap back to reality and realize he had just had sex in front of a crowd of rowdy racers. Strangely the primary emotion he was feeling was... pride, showing off his prowess in front of the others while at the same time depriving the one who had ruined his initial glory the bliss of their presence. He realized what it meant now to be an Invisible, the stag was completely cut off from all his senses, even as Ruskie pounded his tailhole all the other male could probably feel was the spreading sensation of his tailhole muscles and the feel of the rubber inside him.

"Hey Zen, over here." Sykes beckoned, causing the still slightly dazed dragon to come back towards an area where the crowd was thin. "Knowing Ruskie he's going to have at that guy for a while, and after that it's going to be a feeding frenzy. Have fun?"

Zen nodded, which caused Sykes to smile and pat him hard on the back. "Good, it's rare when someone crosses the league like that so to be able to participate is quite the honor. Why don't you call up Gear and we'll come back to my place for a proper celebration? They'll shut down the races for the rest of the weekend, making sure that all the damage is contained, so I'll treat you two to a private party, maybe invite Ruskie to come over and have a rematch on the simulator."

Zenny nodded, his reality slowly returning to normal as he took a moment to contemplate what had just happened as he got in his car. The words of the detective continued to haunt him, especially after what he had just seen and done himself. Even though he wasn't racing his beast had nearly full control of him during that, doing things he would have normally never done. Part of him wondered if he had gone too far... though as he brought the engine to life and the familiar euphoria of driving came over him that part of him became no more than a whisper as he roared down the road once more...