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Adrenaline Rush - Shifting Gear

The sun had begun to set as Zenny and Ember pulled into the very large driveway of Sykes house, the late summer heat tapering off as they both got out of the Viper. At first the dragon thought that maybe they had followed the directions wrong, the estate they were standing on almost as big as his dorm building. But they saw several familiar racing cars also parked in the driveway, one of them the eagle's prized Cobalt SS. As they walked up to the front drive he couldn't help but look at the house in amazement.

"I can't believe Sykes is this loaded." Zenny commented as they rang the bell.

"Yeah, his family is in the shipping and salvaging business." Ember explained while they waited. "It's actually not that uncommon in the league to have people from this type of money competing. The funds allow them to purchase the best of the best, though most of them are only in the mid-tier because they can't drive worth squat. I think Sykes has what it takes to make to the top though, he's a great racer."

They both stopped talking as they heard a series of hurried footsteps come up to the door, which was quickly opened. On the other side was Sykes, dressed in only his shades and a tight silver speedo that left little to the imagination as he ushered them inside. He proceeded to give them the tour, though it mainly for Zenny's sake as he was shown the various rooms of the house. The dragon was surprised to find very little in the way of racing paraphernalia in the house, even when he was shown the eagle's room it was surprisingly devoid of it. Finally they were shown out to the back, where the other guests were either swimming in the large pool or relaxing and eating.

"Impressive spread you have here Sykes." Zenny praised. "Wish I had known this was a pool party, I would have brought my swimsuit."

"That's all been taken care of." Sykes replied with a grin as he pulled out a silver speedo similar to his own and a matching silver leather collar.

"Oh, uh... I don't think..." Zenny started to say, only to be interrupted by the eagle shaking his head.

"That's right, you don't think while you're here." Sykes said as he put the two items into the dragon's hands. "I didn't get the pleasure of your extended company when I beat you, so I'm cashing in that rain check and having you be my little pet for the night. I'm sure that Ember won't mind... oh and I have a speedo for you too Ember, no collar though."

"Thanks Sykes." Ember replied before they went into another room to change.

Despite their past intimacy they still found themselves facing away from one another as they changed, wordlessly slipping into the provided swimwear. Zenny sighed a bit as he slid the slick material up his legs, both from the tickling of pleasure against his scaly thighs and from the tightness of the speedo against his groin as he slipped it up to his waist. Once that was done he moved onto the collar, though that was proving a bit more difficult than he first imagined. After almost a minute of fiddling with the clasp he felt another set of hands against his neck, gently guiding the collar up around him before he felt the cool leather snap into place. In the reflection of the mirror he saw the husky behind him with a small smile on his face, their eyes meeting in the reflection before he turned his head away slightly and blushed.

"Never put on a collar before?" Ember joked as he turned the dragon around and straightened out the front of it.

"Can't say that I have." Zenny replied as he watched the husky slide everything into place. "Here I thought that you'd be against this, since you were so against me racing him in the first place."

"What's done is done." Ember shrugged. "I know the rules of the road, and what happens when you lose... and when you win. Just be thankful that it's Sykes, some of the others can be rather intense when they get a plaything."

As Zenny went back to the mirror to look at himself he could tell that the husky was still holding something that bothered him, but when he turned to address the issue all he saw was the fluffy red and white tail framed in the red lycra of the speedo. As much as he wanted to know what was eating at his partner, it was obvious that he didn't want to talk about it further. Instead, after adjusting his speedo one last time, he followed him out into the party proper.

At first glance it appeared to be a normal pool party, a number of what he guessed were cooks stood in front of grills making food that was transferred to a large table. Next to it a shirtless tiger served drinks to the various partygoers, who were all dressed in various colored speedos and several with collars matching his own. When people weren't eating and drinking they were in the pool or in lounge chairs poolside, mainly discussing racing though several talked about other things such as other entertainment or current events. In the background music similar to that of what played in the factory headquarters was piped through several speakers, enhancing the already festive atmosphere.

What struck him as out of place was the hierarchy similar to that of the factory being displayed. Even though he didn't know most of the racers in the higher tiers he could easily pick them out by their interactions with others. When two racers of similar caliber talked to one another it was like a normal conversation, but when two different tiered racers conversed there was a very stark contrast in the way they treated one another. The better racers talked to those beneath them as though they were something less than human, and those on the lower end of the totem pole took it all with submissive gestures and big smiles.

The other thing that the dragon noticed was how ripped everyone's bodies were, which strangely also fell into the same hierarchical racing lines. With only their speedos on he could easily see their musculature flexing in the dying light of the day, especially when they just emerged from the pool and their fur was matted to every curve of their form. Compared to some of them he felt extremely lanky, especially since there was nothing he could do to hide his body from them. The only thing he could do was give an embarrassed smile until he saw Sykes waving him over to where he sat in one of the large hot tubs with several other racers.

"Well it's about time Zen!" The eagle said with a smirk. "Here I was starting to suspect you chickened out and rode back home, at least until I saw your mechanic pop out of the house and began to stuff his face at the food table." Zenny just gave a sheepish grin and began to lower himself into the tub, but before he could even dip a toeclaw he was quickly stopped. "Oh no, you aren't allowed to get one scale wet until you get drinks for me and everyone else, and that includes yourself."

Zenny was taken aback as he was suddenly received a barrage of orders from the other racers, trying to remember the slew of drink orders. Thankfully he only had to remember the names of the drinks themselves, though most of them he had never even heard of before. Once the orders finished coming in he ran back to the bar, trying to retain all the orders as he waited anxiously for the bartender. Sykes watched the dragon with a smile on his face, and then turned back to converse with his friends once more.

"So I see that you've firmly established yourself." The eagle suddenly heard behind him, turning to see Ember lowering himself into the bubbling water. "Enjoying your toy for the day?"

"Oh, don't be angry because you have to share." Sykes replied slyly.

"You know that's not it." Ember said, feeling his cheeks flush with slight embarrassment. "Why did you have to go after him?"

"Better me than someone else." Sykes replied with a shrug. "You should have heard what the rest of the racers were saying when you guys left for your first Dawn Derby. Colt and Cypher were practically drooling over his body, and you know how big of douchebags they are. I also heard that Korin was thinking of going after him as well for his first challenge."

Ember quickly looked down at the water, ears drooped. "I knew that would strike a nerve." Sykes sighed. "I like you Gear, not only for what you did with my car getting my transmission glitch fixed right before a race but you've also been a good friend. For the first time in a while I've seen that smile on your face again, and I would like to keep it that way."

"Thanks Sykes." Ember replied. "Sorry for jumping down your throat like that."

"No worries." Sykes grinned. "Although I have to say that your racer was quite foolish to just accept a challenge like that. How would you like to get back at him for it?"

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A few hours later the sun had completely set, floodlights illuminating the party as it continued to rage on through the night. Zennith burped loudly as he finished off his fourth drink, the alcohol making everything fuzzy as he lay on the lounge chair next to Sykes. The eagle was on his sixth alcoholic beverage, one arm wrapped around the dragon's shoulders and holding him close as he gulped the liquid down. In the pool in front of them he could see Ember splashing around in the pool with several others.

"I... I have to piss." Zennith slurred as he staggered to his feet.

"Don't come back unless you have two more drinks in your hand!" Sykes shouted drunkenly as he managed to catch the dragon by the tail and give it a pull, which caused him to jump slightly before he quickly freed it from his grasp.

Zenny giggled to himself as he stumbled back towards the house. At one point he was surrounded by a group of dancers, the males grinding against him and each other as he waded through the crowd. Despite the late hour the music continued to rage, the bass pounding through his body until he made it inside. Once the door leading outside was closed, however, he was surprised to find that the mansion was virtually soundproof. It caused him to giggle even more despite himself, than once more continued his journey towards the bathroom as he used a hand against the wall to brace himself.

Several minutes later the dragon came out of the bathroom, feeling refreshed and slightly less inebriated as he finally had a respite from the drinking. Even so it still took his full concentration to put one clawed foot in front of the other, which meant he didn't see the eagle until he ran into him. The papers he had been holding scattered to the ground as they both fell to the floor. At first he thought he had ran into Sykes, but after he had blinked several times he realized that while the man looked similar to him, he had ran into was far thinner and lankier than the muscular racer.

"Sorry." Zenny said as he helped gather the papers up. The man looked at him in annoyance, a look that persisted even after everything had been set right. "Hey... are you related to Sykes at all? You look just like him."

"I'm 'Sykes' brother, Reginold." The smaller eagle said. "I just came here to get some shipment estimates that he had been working on; I'll get out of your scales in a moment. I wouldn't want to ruin your good time after all."

There was an aire of disgust that was easily apparent on Reginold's face, especially after he had scanned what the dragon was wearing. He realized that to any outsider it did look a little extreme, especially with the silver collar around his neck. He could feel his blood rise to his cheeks as he was filled with slight embarrassment, though as he continued to stand there he also felt a strange sense of confidence and even anger at the eagle's reaction to him. "What's your malfunction?" Zenny asked with a slight sneer.

"I'm just not a big fan of the company our youngest brother likes to keep." Reginold shot back. "His time could be much better spent helping out with the family business, as he did when he was younger, but after he got that stupid car and joined your group he's done nothing but race and party and screw other guys. I've been trying to hide it from our parents, but the more he races the more outlandish his behavior his got."

The dragon's jaw dropped slightly as he found out that Sykes, who was at least twice as muscled and maybe half a foot taller than the slightly scrawny eagle in front of him, was the youngest in the family. With all his papers gathered Reginold gave Zenny a curt goodbye and left, leaving the dragon to stand there in awe. His curiousity getting the better of him, he went up and down the hallways until he found what he assumed to be a photo of Syke's entire clan. Even though the picture wasn't labeled with names he could clearly pick out his mother and father, as well as Reginold. There were three others as well, but the strange thing was that none of them came even close to Syke's body type.

"Hey, there you are." Zennith suddenly heard Sykes say as the buff eagle rounded the corner with Ember right behind him. "Thought you might have passed out in the bathroom lightweight, good to see you're still up and about. I was telling Gear here about the new gaming system I had and he thought it would be fun to see. "

Zenny could see the hopeful look on the husky's face and agreed, Sykes leading both of them down to a wonderfully furnished basement. As they walked down the stairs the dragon pondered asking their guide about his brother, but that thought was quickly pushed aside when they walked into the eagle's game room. Had he not known he was in a basement he would have assumed he had just walked into an arcade, several old school machines and pinball machines lining the walls. One wall was completely blank and a brilliant white, which was the receiver for a state-of-the-art projector that hung from the ceiling.

"Welcome to my little gamer's paradise." Sykes boasted as he showed them around.

"Amazing..." Zenny gawked as he was shown around. They passed the classic arcade games until they got to a classic racing simulator, though it appeared to have been heavily modified to almost turn it into a virtual reality machine. There were two of them side by side, much like the traditional arcade version, though a wall of black glass separated the two pods to prevent the drivers from looking at one another's screen. The whole thing looked very advanced and extremely expensive, especially as Sykes began to explain the more technical aspects of the system.

"It was custom-built by one of the mechanics of our racing group." The eagle boasted as he continued to show them the inner workings of the machine. "It's able to simulate all the excitement of street racing without the danger and cost of actually going out and racing. Even has the same turbo system, though the... 'experience' is quite watered down compared to the actual thing. But enough of my yammering on, how would you two like to take a spin?"

Zenny was about to protest that it wouldn't be fair in his drunken state, but before he could get a word out he saw Ember jump up and down in excitement before sliding into one of the seats. Sykes gave the dragon a smug smile as he ushered him into the other pod, a glint in his host's eye making him slightly uncomfortable. Nevertheless he sat down in the first pod and let the eagle close the door for him. As he sat there waiting for the screen to load he could see the vague outline of Ember in the other seat, his hands gripping the wheel. He began to wonder if the husky had ever actually raced in one of the cars he had modified. From the excited look on his face he realized he probably didn't, especially with the tent he could plainly see in his tight speedo.

As he stared at his mechanic's tight swimwear his vision was suddenly obstructed by a view of the streets in the city at night. The graphics were startlingly real, as though he was sitting in his own car on the street. He could even feel the seat vibrate in time with the simulated engine, as well as the pedals as a timer counted down to zero. A small smile crossed his face as he rested his hands on the steering wheel and shift, his own arousal beginning to swell.

The arcade game moved as he punched down the accelerator, giving him a real-time feeling of moving forward as the simulated screen moved forward. On his left he could see a car that was obviously Ember's moving forward as well, the two of them quickly moving down the virtual roadway. Without the pressure of competing and possibly wrecking his car he found himself able to focus more on the experience and thrill of the race itself. Even though he knew it was just a simulation Sykes had been accurate about his boasting, it felt and looked like he was actually on the road.

When both he and Ember made their first turn he felt the familiar sensation of pleasure begin to course through his body, pushing him to press the gas petal down even harder in order to build it up quicker. Even though it wasn't real it was still a race, and he wasn't about to be bested by his mechanic. A smile quickly formed on his face as his fangs pushed down past his scaly lips. The fabric of his silver speedo was stretched tightly against his scales as his cock strained against it. His hands gripped against the wheel as he fought the urge to stroke himself as they raced, seeing the bumper of Ember's car creep out in front of him.

"Oh no you don't." Zenny growled as he shifted gear and poured more power into the engine. He could feel his cock jump as the 'car' lunged forward, finally freeing itself and popping up past the waistband and resting aginst his changing abs. Even with his focus on the race he found himself far more interested in what was happening to his body. With each pulse of the engine his normally average member continued to grow, pressing against his abs as they shifted underneath his scales. As they filled with power they grew more defined, turning into a very studly six-pack.

It was impossible to his eyes as he watched his body grew, able to watch what he normally only saw the end result of. It was intoxicating, his toe claws digging into the metal of the petal as he pushed it down even more. Sykes was right though, the experience was regrettably watered down as he passed the next turn with Ember right on his heels. He was getting so wrapped up in the experience that he was letting the husky get up to him, and his focus shifted once more back to the task at hand.

But very quickly he felt his attention once more divided, his scientific curiosity getting the better of him. With the power downgraded he was able to sense everything, the primal instinct easier to override. He could feel the energy thrumming through his body as he continued to play, his tongue running over his sharpened teeth as he began to salivate. As he continued to lead the race there was also something else, a need to win not only for winning sake for the domination of his fellow racer. It was just like the one-on-one he had with Sykes, only lesser. Even so he knew what would come of this race, which caused him to run his lengthening tongue across his lips in anticipation.

By turn four he had hit a straightaway, the perfect time to hit his turbo. As his hands wrapped around the triggering mechanism he hesitated for just a second, wondering just what would happen. He almost didn't like having consciousness of what happened during the race, and he wondered if that was why they were overwhelmed during actual competition. If he hit the button now he knew what would come next, and part of him wanted to see what happened once the race was done. Unfortunately he knew that Ember, the brilliant technician he was, would also see the advantage of the straightaway and hit the turbo as well. He knew that if he didn't use his boost now he would lose, and he knew that the beast within him wouldn't allow that to happen.

For the first time since he started racing he could comprehend the power of what he activated. It was like a million volts of energy flushed through his system, spreading from his hand up his arm and through his body. His changes continued to progress, tiny horns sprouting from his hands and feet as his gauges went into the red. With his entire body exposed he could see his body bulk up even more, silver etching into his scales as his chest became sculpted. He was always covered up when he raced so he never got to see what happened to him. Especially to his own cock, as it continued to grow until it nearly passed his new six pack.

"So much... power..." He hissed in pleasure. This was why they raced, to feel not only the exhilaration of the race but also to completely dominate their competitors. It was one of the most primal of instincts that anyone could feel, and somehow the race drew it out. The concept was fascinating, and began to wonder what would happen with repeated exposure...

A sudden shudder from his seat put his attention back to the side, where Ember's car blew past him. His jaw dropped as he realized that his mechanic was beating him, especially when he looked down at the mini-map in his screen and found the finish line right in front of him. He poured on the gas, but all he could see was the taillights of the other car. As he passed through the finish line the simulation ended suddenly, which caused a shock to his entire system as all the screens went dark.

"Get up bitch." The dragon suddenly heard as the door opened and a strong hand grabbed him by the collar. At first he thought it would be Sykes, but as soon as he was dragged out he was shocked to find Ember standing there. The husky had changed quite a bit though; the normally smaller dog towered over him, able to lift him up off of his feet by the collar. He was a monster, his muscles bulging like a bodybuilder's as a thick tongue snaked out of his fang-filled maw and licked his cheek.

"Ember..." Zenny gasped, his hands grabbing against the thick fur as he was brought back down to his feet. Behind him Sykes chuckled before giving him a silver-collared leash, which he handed to Ember. The massive canine eagerly clipped it onto one of the d-rings of the collar itself. The dragon could feel a shudder pass down through his body as he was quickly led into another room. It was a large, circular room dominated by a round, shiny leopard print bed that he was tossed onto by the two larger males. The thick latex squeaked underneath his scales as he was yanked up to his knees from behind by the huge husky.

"Well Gear, I promised you his ass." Sykes said with a chuckle as he crawled up in front of Zenny, his knees sinking into the soft mattress as he grabbed Zenny by the horns. "But his mouth is mine."

"You got it Sykes, he's our bitch tonight." Ember growled with a smirk as he shifted his body, his already erect member dripping as he rubbed it up against the prone dragon's cheeks still encased in the tight spandex. Zenny tried to get back onto all fours, but as he tried to raise his neck he found that the eagle had clipped his collar into a hidden bar at the edge of the bed. All he could do was thrash his tail as his butt was kept up in the air, especially with Ember propping him up from behind. In another minute his arms were caught in a similar bind, silver leather restraints wrapped around his wrists attached to the same bar.

Sykes dipped his hand under Zenny's chin and brought his head up, his scaly lips almost able to brush up against the erect member right in front of his face. "You really do have to be wary about falling into these situations." The eagle goaded as his fingers slipped around his jaw, coaxing him to open his already willing mouth and slipping his needy tool inside. It was much more relaxed than the last time they had sex, the other racer almost gentle as his tongue rubbed against the sensitive flesh.

Ember, on the other hand, was far more aggressive than Zenny had ever remembered as his speedo was peeled off of his body. As he felt something prod against his tailhole he gripped the metal bar to prepare for the sudden insertion, only to feel something much softer push against the ring of muscle. A small groan escaped him as the thick tongue was pushed further in, feeling Ember's hot breath against his backside. The stimulation not only built his own arousal up but relaxed his tight muscles, the unnaturally long appendage slicking his insides with saliva as his own continued to lick the cock that was sheathed in his own maw. When it withdrew his entire body shuddered from the pleasure of it, partially from the lustful sensations and mostly because he knew what was about to come next. Despite the switched positions he was eager for his normally submissive partner to take control, to dominate his body like the winner he was...

For the first time since they had met Zenny felt the thick canine member pierce his tailhole and slide into his body. The sensations put him in ecstasy, not only from the physical aspect from him truly taking his place as Ember's plaything. He would have shouted but by that time Sykes already had most of his cock inside his muzzle, muffling the sound as the head brushed against the back of his throat. His hands gripped the bar as the two almost feral creatures began to thrust into both sides of his body, eyes rolling back slightly as the blissful sensations threatened to overwhelm him. Before long he could feel Ember's furry thighs slap against his as he was buried up to the hilt, the snarling husky nipping and biting his flesh with extreme passion as he pushed deeper and deeper inside of him.

Soon both of his partners had settled into a fierce rhythm, each push from Ember pressing Syke's cock further into the dragon's throat and vice versa. All Zenny could do was hold on tight as both his orifices were stuffed, his own cock pressed between his abs and the latex sheets. Whenever Ember would hit his prostate he could feel it jump and spurt beneath him, the electric tingle shooting from his cock through the rest of his body. Suddenly both creatures on either side of him increased their tempo, their bodies tensing up as their snarling and groaning reached a fevered pitch. The pleasure that flooded his body was too much for him, blackness quickly creeping across his vision as he heard Ember howl and something very hot flood his insides...

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When Zenny opened his eyes again he was sprawled out on the bed, restraints undone and with Ember sleeping soundly next to him. A quick look and feel revealed that the husky had reverted to his normal form, a welcome relief to the slightly sore dragon as he started to stir. He left his friend to continue to sleep and got out of the bed, his clawed feet pressing against the cool marble as he looked around for something to wear. He found his silver speedo and donned that, then retraced his steps as best he could back to the game room. It didn't take long, the sounds of gunfire and explosions quickly leading him to where Sykes was playing some sort of first person shooter on the massive projection screen on the wall.

"Good morning." Sykes said with a grin as his eyes never left the screen. "I trust you slept well."

"Well enough." The dragon replied. "What time is it?"

"Almost eleven am. Food is on its way, you're probably starving after what we did all night."

At first Zenny cursed mentally, realizing that he had missed his only lecture of the day already before something else caused him to pause. "All night?" Zenny asked in confusion as he sat down next to the eagle. "I only remember the one time..."

"Not surprised." Sykes replied. "I noticed the shift into true submission right after our first climax, that's probably when you lost consciousness and the beast took over. You're probably still resisting it somewhat, especially with Ember taking up such a dominant role like that. You'll get more flexible the more it happens, trust me on that. Soda?"

Zenny nodded, quickly realizing how true the eagle's words were that he was hungry as his stomach practically roared with hunger. "You speak of this 'inner beast' like it's a real thing, some sort of entity that's trying to get out. I guess I'm still trying to wrap my head around it, but when I race, the changes that my body undertakes... before I thought it was merely some sort of illusion. But with the game I was able to see, lucidly... those physical changes are real aren't they?"

"You got it." Sykes chuckled as he tossed the dragon a can from the nearby mini-fridge. "Now before you ask, I have no idea how it works. It should be impossible, to grow like that without any drugs or physical damage, but for some reason when the inner beast surfaces the changes aren't just mental. The racing league considers this our most closely guarded secret, though I'm sure anyone we would tell would call us loony and try and lock us away for the rest of our lives anyway. As you've probably also figured out, not all the changes go away after the effects of the race go away."

Zenny looked down at his own body as Sykes continued, a hand running over his bare stomach scales. He had noticed that the bit of fat he had was slowly evaporating, but as he pushed into the skin he could feel muscle that he never had before just underneath the surface. The same went for his upper chest, arms, and legs; there wasn't a lot of muscle there but more than he had ever had before. The race was changing him; just like he was sure it had changed Sykes.

"What if I just quit?" Zenny asked suddenly, looking down at the floor. "What if I don't want this 'inner beast'?"

To his surprise the eagle laughed, pausing his game for the second to look at Zenny. "The beast has already awoken within you Zen." He said, a predatory look in his eyes. "Sure you can try and repress him again, but do you really want to? Do you want to give up the rush you feel every time you dominate another, both on the track and off? Or I guess the better question is, can you?"

There was a stillness in the air for a second as the two continued to stare at one another, until Sykes turned back to his game and resumed playing. "Plus the money is fantastic in the upper tiers, and with a master mechanic like Ember in your corner it would be foolish not to keep going. Plus all the wonderful friends you make, like me. Controller is on the table if you want to join in, by the way."

Zenny continued to say nothing as he mulled over the eagle's words, biting his lip as he wondered just what sort of situation he got himself into. As he continued to consider his resignation he looked up to see Ember walk into the room, the sheet from the bedroom draped around him as he looked at Zenny with a sheepish smile. In that instant he knew if he walked away from the race he would walk away from Ember too, the husky too ingrained in the racing lifestyle to leave. Perhaps with more time he could convince him to leave but for now he would have to stay if he wanted to continue their current relationship...

"So did you enjoy yourself?" The dragon heard Sykes ask Ember. "Told you it would be worth it."

Zenny looked at Ember in question as he sat down next to him, his sheepish grin turning into an embarrassed smile. "Sykes... rigged the game last night so that you would lose." The husky confessed.

"That's how you beat me?!" Zenny laughed. "I should have known!" He playfully tackled Ember, the two of them rolling around on the ground as he tickled the husky's fur partially in punishment, partially to watch him squirm around in laughter. Ember tried to tickle back, but found the dragon's scales hard to find purchase on as they continued to roughhouse. As their hands began to roam lower towards their speedos they were quickly rebuked by the video-game playing eagle for wanting to stain his nice floor with their fluids. This caused them to quickly return to their seats, flushed with embarrassment at their sudden display of affection towards one another.

Soon after the food that Sykes had promised arrived, and all thoughts of the matter were pushed into the background as all three of them stopped what they were doing and grabbed some. He probably still had time to back out, Zenny reasoned to himself as he looked back at Ember, no sense in ruining a good thing just on one little doubt...