{"sf1_id":null,"sf2_id":"eq5Olx9e","title":"The Tongue Riders Association (Part 1?)","author":"JellyfishOfLove","words":7630,"posted_at":"2026-04-26T17:39:19.000Z","tags":["NSFW","POV Female Character","POV Multiple","Zootopia","action","bear","death","digestion","drama","drug use","exhibitionism","female main character","female/female","giraffe","implied death","implied digestion","intoxication","macro/micro","male/female","male/male","male/multiple","masturbation","mawshot","mouse","multiple preds","multiple prey","nudity","public nudity","safe vore","saliva","sexual content","short story","size difference","snake","snuff","soft vore","sports","squirrel","stoat","teasing","tiger","tongue","unwilling prey","vomit","vore","voyeurism","willing prey"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/eq5Olx9e-the-tongue-riders-association-part-1","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/eq5Olx9e","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/92/ed/92ed56be-3186-4660-998c-cd070903139a","description":"The lights are on and cameras are rolling at a terribly tasty underground sporting event. For one mouse, this isn't just a game... When personalities clash, who will rise and who will fall?  \n  \n6,846 words (about 30 min-2 hour read)  \n  \nfor other file formats for e-readers (azw3, epub, mobi, pdf), please visit this story's AO3 mirror at [https://archiveofourown.org/works/83771921](https://archiveofourown.org/works/83771921)","content":"## Preface\n\n**The Tongue Riders Association (Part 1?)**  \n Posted originally on the [Archive of Our Own](https://archiveofourown.org/) at [https://archiveofourown.org/works/83771921](https://archiveofourown.org/works/83771921).\n\nRating:[Explicit](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Explicit)Archive Warning:[Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Choose%20Not%20To%20Use%20Archive%20Warnings)Categories:[F/F](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/F*s*F), [F/M](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/F*s*M), [M/M](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/M*s*M), [Multi](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Multi)Fandom:[Zootopia (Disney Movies)](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Zootopia%20(Disney%20Movies))Character:[Original Characters](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Original%20Characters)Additional Tags:[Vore](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Vore), [Soft Vore](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Soft%20Vore), [Short](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Short), [Sports](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Sports), [Action](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Action), [Sexual Content](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Sexual%20Content), [POV Female Character](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/POV%20Female%20Character), [POV Multiple](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/POV%20Multiple), [Original Character(s)](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Original%20Character(s)), [Furry](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Furry), [Anthropomorphic](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Anthropomorphic), [Making Out](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Making%20Out), [Death](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Death), [Implied/Referenced Character Death](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Implied*s*Referenced%20Character%20Death), [Bodily Fluids](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Bodily%20Fluids), [Drama](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Drama), [Anxiety](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Anxiety), [Teasing](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Teasing), [Voyeurism](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Voyeurism), [Exhibitionism](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Exhibitionism), [Public Nudity](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Public%20Nudity), [Abandoned Work - Unfinished and Discontinued](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Abandoned%20Work%20-%20Unfinished%20and%20Discontinued), [Kissing](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Kissing), [Nipples](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Nipples), [Violence](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Violence), [Intoxication](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Intoxication), [Self-Esteem](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Self-Esteem), [Consensual Non-Consent](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Consensual%20Non-Consent), [Female Characters](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Female%20Characters), [Bisexual Female Character](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Bisexual%20Female%20Character), [Gay Male Character](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Gay%20Male%20Character), [Porn](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Porn), [Smut](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Smut), [Humor](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Humor), [Feelings](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Feelings), [Not Beta Read](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Not%20Beta%20Read), [Vomiting](https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Vomiting)Language:EnglishSeries:Part 1 of [The \"Driven\" Collection](https://archiveofourown.org/series/6017386)Stats: Published: 2026-04-26 Words: 6,846 Chapters: 1/1 \n# The Tongue Riders Association (Part 1?)\n\nby [Jellyfish\\_Merchant\\_Of\\_Love](https://archiveofourown.org/users/Jellyfish_Merchant_Of_Love/pseuds/Jellyfish_Merchant_Of_Love)\n\nSummary\n\n\u003e The lights are on and cameras are rolling at a terribly tasty underground sporting event. For one mouse, this isn't just a game... When personalities clash, who will rise and who will fall?\n\nNotes\n\n\u003e _\"The Chase\" nightclub belongs to Amadose, referenced here with permission; Carys and Cerys (the twin rabbits in the Meatup) belong to Nebula1701, also used with permission; overall setting is very loosely inspired by the film Zootopia; all other material is an original creation by the author._\n\u003e \n\u003e **CONTENT WARNING:**  \n\u003e This story contains depictions of vore, mortal peril, minor drug use, and implied death, all treated as acceptable within the setting—reader discretion is advised...  \n\u003e **INCOMPLETE STORY WARNING:**  \n\u003e Currently, I have no plans to finish this story, so please read the \"part 1\" in the title as more of a \"hypothetical\" than a promise. Thank you!\n\n See the end of the work for [more notes](#endnotes)\n\n## The Tongue Riders Association (Part 1?)\n\nThe wooden gangway swayed and vibrated under the mouse's bare feet.\n\nA huge rush of cool, clammy air from below ruffled the fur on her naked body.\n\nShe licked her dry lips and poked her head over the edge of the wood, where it met the center cross made of smooth steel grating, and beneath that...\n\n\"Oh gosh... Oh. Oh, wow...\"\n\nThe mouse looked up embarrassedly at the rat and gecko who were observing her from the scaffolding with neutral expressions.\n\n\"Whenever you're ready,\" the rat called.\n\nThe mouse cautiously stepped down onto the crossbars dividing the grate, dropping into a careful crouch and wrapping her fingers around the first of three concentric rings surrounding it.\n\nThe drawbridge immediately began to be pulled back by the animals on the platform, leaving her stranded there.\n\nFrom this position, she couldn't not look down.\n\nLights built into the bottom of the grate illuminated a deep pit of pink flesh that pulsed and squeezed. At their center, a pursed hole, too deep and dark to see into, with another, tinier pit just below it.\n\nThe flesh contracted, and another gust of damp air tickled her body.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe mouse tucked her tail tight between her thighs.\n\nHer palms were sweating.\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe steadied her grip on the curved bar, arched her back high, and swung down.\n\nBEEEEEEP!\n\nOn the ceiling high, high above, huge red numbers began counting down from three minutes.\n\nThe mouse looked down as a black worm with two pointed heads erupted out of the tinier. It flickered hesitantly, then immediately darted for the mouse's legs.\n\nInstantly the adrenaline pulsing through her tiny body doubled, and her grip on the bars tightened.\n\nThe tongue stretched higher, two slick little branches flickering up along her calves, tasting her scent; her body...\n\nShe grimaced and shook her head.\n\nThe tongue rose higher still and flickered between her legs, teasing a shocked \"squeak\" from her mouth.\n\nThe mouse twisted her legs tight against the squirming assailant, pulling her knees up higher; the black worm retreated, flickered, then plunged up into the exposed crevice of her ass.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"EEEP!\"\n\nThe tongue slithered back into its cave.\n\nThe mouse looked up through the bars, panting and letting her weight sag from her shoulders.\n\n2:41\n\n2:40\n\nThe fleshy worm erupted from below, springing towards the mouse's face.\n\nShe winced and turned her face away as it wriggled wetly against her breasts, belly, and chin.\n\nShe slid her hand to the right, feeling along the cold steel, then inching along with her left.\n\nHer blind assailant followed undeterred, plunging into her armpits now, triggering shrieking laughter and a desperate stretch for the crossbar.\n\nHer fingers failed to grab on; her whole body's weight swung back onto one tickled arm.\n\nThe mouse grunted, trying to reach her arm back up, but she lacked the strength.\n\nShe got her hips into it, swinging with her legs to get her torso, her arm, her whole body higher.\n\nThe worm immediately dropped back down to invade her unguarded nethers again, and the mouse screamed: \"NO! Hee hee! Stop! SQUEAK!\"\n\nHer grip slipped\n\nfalling\n\nShe reached up.\n\nThe soft, slick flesh pillowed around her as she fell down, deeper, and forever, away from the light...\n\n\"No no no NOOOOOO!\"\n\nGlup.\n\nBZZZZZZZ!\n\nA cacophony of cheers, whistles, and pounding feet shook dust off the warehouse rafters.\n\n\u003e _\"Ohhh! And our first-timer is already gone with over two minutes still on the clock! Did anyone catch her name?\"_\n\u003e \n\u003e _\"I'm sure it was on the release forms, Tom. Now, let's check out that instant replay!\"_\n\nThe televisions around the room transitioned to the throat cam which perfectly captured the shock seeping into the mouse's blushing face as she fell away in agonizing slow-motion, her floundering feet squishing against the plush walls and slipping down towards the center, her tiny, pink, outstretched hand the last to disappear into wet meat.\n\n\u003e _\"Not much of a show from_ her_...\"_\n\u003e \n\u003e _\"Well, I hope she doesn't mind having_ company_: I've just been informed that_ this _carnivorous constrictor is opening his jaws to_ all _newcomers! So if any of you little ladies in the audience tonight want to take him on, or if any fans have an appropriately-sized friend that you want to go body-to-head with, come on down to our signup table in the next hour, and we'll get_ you _on stage next!\"_\n\n\"Ech,\" the mouse in the prey locker room scoffed, watching the stagehands unharness the boa constrictor's muzzle from the head-cage on the monitor.\n\n\"Something wrong?\" Taylor's boyfriend handed her refilled water bottle back to her.\n\n\"Just remembering why I hate doing these open events. They'll let any prey-brained idiot climb into a snake's mouth like that...\"\n\nThe boa slithered off-camera, leaving the stage crew to wipe down the grating and check the cameras.\n\n\"Anyone _looking_\u0026nbsp;at that girl should have known exactly how that was going to go...\"\n\n\"Well, not everyone is into this for the _athletics_, hon,\" the other mouse said with a lecherous grin.\n\nTaylor smirked back, then took a few angry gulps from her bottle.\n\nHer cropped tank top revealed arms and abs that had, themselves, been sculpted right along with the parts of the city that they had helped build, albeit with much less professional care: a nick out of her left ear, a blunted tail tip, several waxy and furless burn marks along her right arm and shoulder...\n\nTaylor mopped at her face with a towel and sighed. The warmup run had gotten her jazzed, but this open section was spoiling her mood.\n\nAs if to rub it in her face, the commentator kept pattering:\n\n\u003e _\"Aaand to all of those who just joined our premium live-stream at home: Welcome! to the Tongue Riders Association's open section, made possible thanks to the generous support of our fans and tonight's co-sponsor, The Chase nightclub in beautiful downtown Zootopia!\"_\n\n\"Fuck it. I'm going to go take another lap. Watch my stuff?\"\n\nAlex nodded, and Taylor stepped out of the locker room into the bustling backstage alley, while the commentators continued jabbering through the arena's speakers:\n\n\u003e _\"For those who don't already know, the rules of tongue-riding are_ simple_! Prey are paid for every full minute that they think they can touch tongues with a pernicious pred without taking a one-way trip through tonsil town! As long as they don't get thrown or throated, the money's theirs! Otherwise, that cash prize will be lining the pred's pockets just like the prey puffing their paunch.\"_\n\u003e \n\u003e _\"You're a real 'alliter-gator', Tom. Now, today's exhibition is for fixed-head matches_ only_! That means that the timer doesn't_ start _until the prey is completely below the bars. And a warning for our more modest competitors: all prey_ are _required to compete_ naked_. Does that make them 'eye-candy', Tom?\"_\n\u003e \n\u003e _\"Right you are, Ken! And speaking of tasty tails, I've just been told that we have a_ triplicate\u0026nbsp;_lined up for our next match—is that right?\"_\n\u003e \n\u003e _\"Yes, it seems that three girls from the audience are taking that boa up on his offer and are going to attempt a whopping_ twelve_-minute challenge against him...\"_\n\nTaylor followed a snarl of black cables down the corner of the alleyway, past the pred locker room and the closed door to the weigh-in room.\u0026nbsp;\n\nAround the bend was the path to the stadium floor's grand entrance, which funneled into a walk-out by black cloth drapes hanging on plastic pipes.\n\nThe drop cloths partially concealed stacks of empty equipment trunks as well as a dimly-lit folding table where the sound and tech team manipulated an array of laptops and soundboards.\n\nRight then on the walk-out, a trio of mice were drunkenly pawing and groping at each other while stripping down to the fur while a chinchilla with a microphone tried and failed not to stare.\n\nTaylor rolled her eyes and gave them all a wide berth, passing by just as the chinchilla's camera-man began counting down from five.\n\nOn the TV screens, the chyron on the bottom introduced the segment as as \"Last Words with Jack the Snack\".\n\n\"I'm here with our next three dishes—I mean, competitors. Ha ha! Girls, please! Tell us your names?\"\n\n\"I'm '_Salty_',\" said the skinny mouse with a silver nose stud and a flowering black mandala tattooed on her inner left ear.\n\n\"I'm 'Sweet',\" said a mouse still in possession of most of her clothing.\n\n\"And I'm '_Spicy_'!\" The curvy mouse shook her nipple-studded breasts at the camera and bared her teeth in a growl.\n\nAll three of them wore identical violet eye-paint that practically glowed in the dark.\n\n\"You three _are_ looking very delicious this evening! Any Last Words for the audience?\"\n\nThey looked to each other, giggling and grinning nervously.\n\nSalty pulled the microphone to her mouth. \"That _snake_\u0026nbsp;is the one that's going down tonight!\"\n\nSpicy leaned in and shouted, \"Yeah!\" Then Salty tickled her side, and she doubled over laughing out of frame.\n\nSweet stepped in: \"We're definitely walking out of here with that money, Jack. No problem.\"\n\nSpicy and Salty crept up behind Sweet, grabbed her yellow top, and yanked it up over her head, flashing her mottled breasts and pink nipples to the camera while she shrieked at them from behind the fabric.\n\n\"Can't we make this a _four_-person match? I would love to go with you girls! Pleeease?\" The chinchilla fake-sobbed into his microphone as the girls giggled and started stumbling out into the arena, shedding their clothes along the way. \"Ahooo hooo... Over to you, Marty...\"\n\nA hulking salt-water crocodile identified as \"Marty the Mouth\" was hunched down next to the boa constrictor from the first match.\n\n\"And here is our predator for this match, 'I Brought My Own Fork'. That first girl went down pretty smooth for you, didn't she, 'Fork?\"\n\nThe snake smiled and flickered his tongue. \"Oh yeah... She was pretty hot for it.\"\n\n\"And how is she doing in there?\"\n\nThe python swayed his belly from side to side. \"Oh, I can still feel her wiggling around in there... If these girls lose _fast_ enough, they might just get to _meet_ her...\"\n\n\"Well let's not waste any more time here! Get on that stage, and let's get _riding!_\"\n\nA tech in back tapped two buttons, flipping the T.R.A. logo across the screen and swapping from pre-tape to live footage of the stage, where \"I Brought My Own Fork\" was already strapped back into the match harness and cage, and the three mice were crawling unsteadily out onto the grating.\n\n\u003e _\"That is exactly the kind of confidence I like to see in my preds, Ken.\"_\n\u003e \n\u003e _\"Same here, Tom. Now, for a_ group _bout, all prey are given an equal share of the time_ and\u0026nbsp;_the prize money! That means that as long as all three of them are still in the game, the timer will be ticking down_ three\u0026nbsp;_seconds for every one, making this a four-minute match as long as no one 'drops out'.\"_\n\u003e \n\u003e _\"But if someone_ does _'take the plunge', whoever's left will have to shoulder the remaining time all by themselves...\"_\n\nSalty and Sweet were already seated on the crossbars with their legs dangling below.\n\nThe breath blowing up their backsides set both girls shrieking.\n\nSpicy clambered off the side of the plank and started crawling away from the others.\n\nSalty shouted after her: \"Amb! Where you goin'? Get over here, bitch!\"\n\nThe shapely mouse waved back, but continued on until she arrived at the edge where the ring was latched under the snake's upper jaw. Spicy walked her hands up the roof of the snake's mouth until she was standing unsteadily with her feet on the bars. Then she kicked one leg up over the snake's lip and skooched forward, bringing her crotch directly over one of the snake's nostrils.\n\nSpicy reached a flat palm down between her legs and rubbed it hard against her puffy lips, then grabbed the leathery edge of his nostril and rubbed her scent into it.\n\nShe barked a laugh as 'Fork's next inhale sucked on her body with erratic intensity.\n\nSpicy peered over the edge and grinned at his widening pupils, giving his muzzle a parting smooch and dropping back onto the grating, scrabbling back over to her friends.\n\n\u003e _\"I'm not sure if that counts as 'illegal roughness', Tom, but 'Fork doesn't seem to be complaining, and neither am I...\"_\n\nSalty gave her friend a high four as she stumbled back into position, \"Oh my gods Amber, you are such a _skeeze_.\"\n\n\"He's _really_\u0026nbsp;flickering down there now,\" Anne cooed, looking down into the snake's pit where the tips of his large black tongue were waggling just outside their pocket, held back by the starting buzzer.\n\nThe three mice looked at each other with barely-contained glee.\n\nThey nodded, gripped the bars, and dropped in.\n\nBEEEEEEP!\n\nSweet shrieked in surprise as the black tongue thrust right past her face and up through the bars.\n\nIt rattled against metal before retracting, then thrusting out again, this time straight for Spicy, who grunted as it caught her in the ribs.\n\nIn one quick movement, she wrapped her thighs around the tongue and squeezed, locking it in place.\n\nSpicy grunted as the thrashing appendage vibrated on the gold piercing on her clit, but she refused to let it go.\n\nSalty clambered over and swung her own feet out, snagging the tendril in the crook of her calf, locking it even tighter and letting out a victory whoop.\n\n\"Woo! You got him, girls,\" Sweet cheered, looking up at the clock.\n\n11:18\n\n11:15\n\n11:12\n\nThe tongue jerked down, and Salty's knee-lock was pulled down with it, wrenching her right hand loose. \"Shit!\"\n\nIn the moment she let off the pressure with her calf to grab the bar again, the constrictor yanked back again, and this time Spicy let out a piercing shriek, her own fingertips barely clinging to the ring above her head.\n\nFrom across the ring, Sweet watched Salty extend her leg, hooking one foot under Spicy's butt to lift her back up.\u0026nbsp;\n\nIn the next moment, Spicy's tenuous grip failed, and suddenly she was falling, hands flailing for purchase, seizing on Salty's ankle, ripping Salty's own grip lose, and down they both fell, screaming.\n\nSweet shut her eyes tight and screamed: \"AMB! RICKIIIII!\"\u0026nbsp;\n\nSweet's heart was pounding, and her whole world spun upside down, body shivering with arousal as the adrenaline flirted aggressively with the \"experience-enhancing\" chemicals already in her bloodstream.\n\nShe looked woozily up at the clock:\n\n10:33\n\n10:30\n\n10:27\n\nShe looked down again and found Salty and Spicy slipping around on the slick cushions of the snake's pinched throat.\n\nThe two tried to crawl up the walls before a shift in the floor had them sliding back down into the middle, crashing into one-another with a loud shriek and giggling in a growing pool of saliva.\u0026nbsp;\n\nSalty pounced on Spicy, giving her fat tits a squeeze as she howled back.\n\nThe throbbing in Sweet's loins was only made worse watching the two of them frolicking on the edge of disaster. She closed her eyes tight again and focused on the clock counting down in her mind.\n\n\"Aaaaaneeeeeyyyyy!\" Salty called from somewhere below, \"Don't you want to come down here _with_\u0026nbsp;uuuuus? It feels soooooo goooood down here... Ahahaha!\" There was a splat as Salty fell back into the wet with another peal of laughter.\n\nSweet shook her head, trying to sober up.\n\n\"Yeek!\" The snake's tongue, which had been flicking searchingly near the base of his throat, sprang up, stroking Sweet's bare asscheeks and the back of her ear on its way to the air outside.\n\nSweet tried not to think about words like \"tight\", \"wet\", or \"digestion\"... She just had to hold on.\n\nSomething hard smacked into Sweet's foot and her eyes flew open.\u0026nbsp;\n\nBelow, Salty had managed to get half-way back up the snake's mouth by bracing herself with his tongue and was grabbing at Sweet's feet with a manical grin.\n\n\"Ricki, no! Stop it!\" Sweet kicked ineffectually at her friend's hand.\n\nAt the bottom, Spicy had managed to shove her own head entirely into the snake's tight throat and was frantically rubbing one out.\n\n\"He wants _alllll_ of us, _Annneeeeey_,\" Salty called out mockingly while snatching at the air. \"Don't you want to come dooooown with uuuuuus, Aaaannneeeeey...\"\n\nSweet inched her hand along the bar, trying to get further away from Salty's hand, but her fingertips found a thick sheen of snake spit that made it impossible to grip.\n\nThe mouse let out an agonized whimper and looked up, blinking away the purple eye-paint that was now running down her face. The clock slowly ticked down to eight minutes.\n\nThe thin black tongue smacked against her backside again.\n\nSalty's fingertips were trying to tickle at the soles of her feet.\n\nThe crowd outside was chanting: \"DROP! DROP! DROP! DROP!\"\n\n\"Come get eaten with us _Annnneeeeeey_...\"\n\nThe throbbing pulsed in Sweet's loins.\n\nFor just a moment, Sweet let her body hang limp from the bar—\n\n\"GOTCHA!\"\n\nSweet screamed as her friend tackled into her calf, yanking her grip loose and bringing her splattering down against the snake's lower jaw. The two slid down into the ankle-deep pool of cool saliva gathering around Spicy's prone form.\n\nSpicy's head popped up out of the snake's meat with a wet schlorp. \"Hwah?\" She blinked blearily at her friends flopping around in the slime. \"_Oh_!\" She grinned malevolently. \"Uhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhh....\"\n\nSweet felt the throat muscles under her palm beginning to shift and contract. \"Ohhh gods...\" Terror and excitement flooded her body with a feverish heat she had never felt before.\n\nSpicy dove at Sweet and Salty with a giggle as the fleshy floor beneath them began to open wide, the floor and walls getting steeper. She wrapped her arms around her struggling friends and shouted, \"Heeeeere weeeeee _gooooooo_!\"\n\n\"Yyyeeeeaaaahhhh!\"\n\n\"AHHHHHHHHH!\"\n\nNgllurp.\n\nBZZZZZZZ!\n\n\u003e _\"Aaand with eight minutes thirty-three on the clock, the girls take the plunge. Those sure were some wild ladies! Let's see their last moments!\"_\n\nOn the slow-motion camera, three mice with three delirious faces were lifted up, then began sliding down, a tangle of gleaming-wet limbs, tits, and tails: Sweet watched with fascination as her own legs disappeared down the snake's throat first; Spicy had her eyes shut tight, grinning from ear to ear; and Salty flashed her middle finger at the camera: the last thing to disappear down that hungry hole.\n\n\u003e _\"You know, I hate that they're gone, but I loved watching them go!\"_\n\u003e \n\u003e _\"While we wait for our next matchup, why don't we get a few words with the victor. Marty?\"_\n\n\"Thanks, Ken. I'm standing here with 'I Brought My Own Fork' who has just handily, or should I say, 'snakily', downed _four_ girls this evening. Are you going to go for a _fifth_, sir?\"\n\nThe microphone shoved into the startled boa's face caught a small \"urp\" before he composed himself.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"No, I'm pretty full. I'm taking my winnings and calling it a night. This has been incredible—thanks, guys!\"\n\n\"And will you be..._keeping_\u0026nbsp;your competitors?\"\n\n\"Oh!\" 'Fork shifted so that his belly was raised up closer to the camera. \"I took something before the match so everyone's cozy... Feels like they're all having a _very_ good time in there together. Urp. Mng... But I wouldn't say no if they decided to _stay_.\"\n\n\"Now that sounds like one _fun_\u0026nbsp;afterparty,\" the gator said with a chuckle. \"Back to you, Tom!\"\n\n\u003e _\"Well that was awful considerate of him. I sure hope they don't give him indigestion...\"_\n\u003e \n\u003e _\"Quite right, Tom. Though, I should remind our viewers that tonight's preds are under_ no\u0026nbsp;_obligation to protect their prey from getting gurgled!\"_\n\nAlex didn't notice as Taylor walked back into the locker room; he was focused on the mice on the replay with one hand stroking up and down in his pocket.\n\nTaylor crept up behind him, reached around, and slipped her pink paw down the front of his pants, rewarded with a startled leap and a half-turgid shaft. She grinned and gave him a squeeze. \"Enjoying the show so far, you little freak?\"\n\n\"Mf! Yeahhh...\"\n\n\"Aww,\" she cooed at him, grinding her thumb into his cock head, \"Did you _like_ watching those three little _ditzes_\u0026nbsp;go bye-bye down a big 'ol snake's throat?\"\n\n\"Nnfff... Yeah. But I think _you_\u0026nbsp;get a lot _more_ excited after a _match_...\"\n\nShe swung a leg over his lap, straddling him face-to-face. \"Shut up.\"\n\nThey shared a brief, deep kiss.\n\nTaylor released her grip on her boyfriend's manhood and wiped her palm off on her sweats, while Alex tried to slow his breathing.\n\n\"Any of the others here yet?\" Taylor asked, taking another a swig from her water bottle.\n\n\"Boxer was here a little bit ago...and so was Rusty.\"\n\n\"Yeesh,\" she hissed under her breath.\n\n\"I think Bruno was in the preds', but then he left again. Probably working the crowds. You know him.\"\n\nShe nodded and pecked Alex on the cheek, climbing off of his much-firmer bulge.\n\n\"Taking another lap?\" Alex asked.\n\n\"Just a cooldown. You keep _that_\u0026nbsp;thing on ice. Tonight, I'm going to suck the numbers right off your fuzzy little dice.\"\n\nTaylor left Alex looking adorably flustered and turned right this time, heading towards the Meatup: a green-room-like zone that would be open to the audience to mingle with the pro riders and sign up for amateur bouts.\n\nThe payout table was over here as well, and a little ways off from it Taylor passed by the snake that had just gone 4-0 on stage. He was flicking his tongue excitedly while being pawed at by a striking-looking bunny with tri-color fur and gold piercings gleaming down the white bases of her ears.\n\n\"Sooo,\" the bunny said while caressing the underside of his jaw, \"how long _is_\u0026nbsp;your tongue...?\"\n\nA second, almost-identical-looking rabbit had her ear and cellphone pressed against the snake's full belly, shooting a selfie video while mugging into the camera.\n\nTaylor curved around to head back into the stadium, but her way out was blocked by a thick cluster of rodents, lizards, and marsupials all around her height, interspersed with a few larger preds and prey.\n\nSure enough, at the center of them all, was Bruno.\n\nThe enormous grizzly was down on one knee and bending low, flashing his trademark big dumb smile.\u0026nbsp;\n\nIn between poses for photos, he was chattering excitedly with a little orange-and-cream-furred stoat who was bouncing up and down and intermittently waving around a poster that he had brought with him.\n\nTaylor leaned on one of the walls that wasn't made of fabric and studied the bear for a while.\n\nHis record wasn't particularly impressive. She had watched his more recent matches and come away confident that she could beat him, though he wouldn't make it easy.\n\nTo Taylor's side, Miss D., a degu with a clipboard, was chittering at high speed into her radio about the slate of matches, a cancellation, and getting the next two competitors into the signing room pronto.\n\nA pair of grips maneuvered around her carrying satchels laden with spare batteries and memory cards, the shorter of the two scrambling to keep up with the taller.\n\nAs they waded through the crowd, a familiar flash of neon-red fur suddenly walked out of it, and Taylor immediately spun on her heel and started walking away just slow enough to not draw attention to herself.\n\n\"_YOOO_! MetalMouse!\"\n\n\"Fuck...\"\n\n\"Hey girl! How you been? It's me, Fireball!\"\n\n\"Hey, 'Ball,\" she said, turning around with the best smile she could arrange her face into.\n\nThe squirrel's fuchsia-dyed ear tufts hurt to look at, but Taylor had already clocked that he was walking around in nothing but open silk robe and so refused to look down from his smarmy grin.\n\n\"Shit, if I knew _you_\u0026nbsp;were coming, I'd have signed up sooner. Hey, you seen Terry around? I heard she was supposed to be coming tonight...\"\n\n\"No. Thought I heard Miss D. say something about a no-show earlier...\"\n\nTaylor felt a little twinge of demonic joy at seeing Rusty's face deflate, even for just a moment.\n\n\"Psh. Nahhh, she'll be here. I'm sure of it.\"\n\nTaylor shrugged. \"Welp, I'm actually just heading back to the lockers, so—\"\n\n\"Oh, sick! I'll come with.\"\n\nTaylor's smile suffered a slight fracture. \"Okay.\"\n\nAs they walked along, the squirrel flashed buck-toothed grins at passers-by and fired his finger guns at them.\n\n\"Hey, did'ja hear the rumor?\"\n\n\"Rumor?\" Taylor took another sip from her bottle.\n\n\"_Kai_\u0026nbsp;might be coming tonight... _Kai!_\u0026nbsp;Hohhh mannn!\"\n\n\"So what?\"\n\n\"Come on! It's fucking _Kai_, dude!\"\n\n\"If he _is_ here, it's just for a free lunch: collect an appearance fee, eat a fan or two, leave... That's it.\"\n\nThough deep down, Taylor felt a little tingle at hearing his name. She had studied Kai as well. _Intently_.\n\n\"I mean, look at the big guns that are coming,\" she continued. \"We've got Boxer—\"\n\n\"Now that's a fuckin _smokestack_. I'd love to go toe-to-toe with _her_\u0026nbsp;in the sheets, heh heh...\"\n\nTaylor smiled encouragingly at Rusty's crassness; her last opponent ended up eating through a _straw_ for two weeks...\n\n\"...the only pros she can go up against are Killer-class, of which there will be _none_ tonight. Which means she's out of the cards. And no one's going to challenge _Terry_, because you'd have to be _insane_ to do that... And then _Kai_? Kai isn't going to risk his win streak and piss away a much bigger appearance fee risking everything in some tiny fan event...\"\n\nRusty spun around to face her, hopping backwards with his arms outstretched and a huge grin on his face. \"Then we've gotta _make_ it a _big_ event, Metal! You and me! We can get the folks hyped like Bruno does! After tonight? I'm gonna be up there on that big screen with you, them, and _all_ the other _greats_. You wait and see.\"\n\nTaylor had to roll her eyes at that. The two of them turned into the locker room, and Alex looked up with mild surprise. \"Back already?\"\n\n\"Yo! What's up Al?\" Rusty ran in and clapped hands with Alex, dragging him into an uncomfortably-naked embrace while he and Taylor exchanged a look over his shoulder.\n\nTaylor took her perch on one of the benches, abandoning her boyfriend to Rusty's charms. Her gaze drifted over the room. A newt who had recently joined the T.R.A. was putting his belongings away in one of the lockers. Past him, she spotted Boxer in the back row closest to the showers texting someone.\n\nSomehow Boxer always looked like she had just stepped off a runway somewhere: the dwarf rabbit was manicured, sharply-dressed, with pristine white fur concealing a body chiseled from stone.\n\nShe caught Taylor's gaze and gave a slight nod; the mouse nodded back.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe bunny's eyes drifted to Rusty, who leaned back dramatically against the lockers, allowing his robe to fall open, waggling his eyebrows at her with his mouth screwed up in a smirk.\n\nBoxer turned back to her locker.\n\n\u003e _\"Well, folks, it looks like we'll be starting our pro matches a little_ early\u0026nbsp;_tonight! One of our pros just couldn't wait to get under the ring and show his stuff. From the professional Tongue Riders Association, introducing, the one, the only, Brunoooo!\"_\n\nThe locker room screen began displaying a montage of clips from Bruno's pro matches and various public appearances.\n\nTaylor's sharp ears detected Miss D's voice in the alleyway, her words gushing like an angry firehose, the \"Bruno\"-shaped syllables carrying through in particularly foreboding tones.\n\n\"Oh shit!\" Rusty hopped over to the entrance. \"If we're starting now, I gotta get going. See you later, M.M.!\"\n\nTaylor made a vague gesture with her hand, then moved to sit next to Alex.\n\n\"You're not going yet?\" the other mouse asked.\n\nTaylor shrugged. \"I'm not getting paid to start early, so I won't. Fuck Bruno.\"\n\nOn screen, Bruno's opponent, the little stoat that he had been talking to at the Meatup was being introduced as \"Funsize\". He looked adorably excited and nervous to give his Last Words, holding his tail crossed modestly over his bare crotch.\n\nThe match that followed was surprisingly engaging.\n\nFor an amateur, Funsize had good strategic thinking and deft movement. But around the one-minute mark Bruno managed to catch him in a rather compromising position that allowed him to drain the little guy's stamina and his balls...\n\nNot long after that, the stoat slipped up on a cross-ring transition and ended up following his own semen down the satiny slide into Bruno's hot guts.\n\n\u003e _\"Ohhh! and with only thirty-seven seconds to go, Bruno_ clinches _the win. What a_ fantastic\u0026nbsp;_performance for a newcomer whose amateur career has just been tragically cut short! (Hey, can I get a copy of that one?)\"_\n\nMarty and his camera crew were already closing in on Bruno, but the bear held up his huge paw at them. \"Just a sec...\"\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe camera followed the grizzly over to the side bench where rows of identical paper cups were lined up beside a large padded plastic tub.\n\nHe grabbed one of the cups—tiny in his huge paws—and knocked it back.\n\nThe camera caught the bear's expression as it instantly soured, dark lips peeling back from rows of yellowish fangs into a wretched sneer.\n\n\"Umph. Glurrkkkk-GYAAAAHAAAAAACK!\"\n\nAnd a slimy stoat splattered down into the tub. Funsize blinked in a daze at all the lights and at Jack the Snack's microphone as it was thrust into his face.\n\n\"Funsize! Funsize! Can we get a word? How was it in there?\"\n\n\"Wha...uhh....\"\n\nBack in the locker room, Taylor smirked. \"Bruno really does\u0026nbsp;_love_ his fans...\"\n\n\"You think they're going to fuck after all this is over?\" Alex asked with a similar smirk.\n\n\"Definitely. Those are not the last of that bear's 'fluids' that he's going to be covered in tonight...\"\n\nWhile the cameras lingered on Bruno helping towel off his opponent, announcer Ken cut in:\n\n\u003e _\"Sorry, Marty; I'm afraid we're going to have to cut our post-match interviews short, because we've got_ another _match lined up, and this one is going_ official_! Pro-to-pro; head-to-body. One of our relative newcomers to the T.R.A. pro leagues, Fireball, has challenged one of the biggest, the baddest, the...well,_ biggest_, member of the T.R.A., the Treetop Terror herself, Terry Topps, to a three-minute bout!\"_\n\n\"Shit my ass.\" Taylor spun around, shocked to hear profanity blurt from Boxer's usually reticent mouth. \"Did he say _Terry_?\"\n\nEvery prey player came rushing over to the television in various states of undress, crowding in around Alex and Taylor to watch as, on the screen, Rusty chatted with bounced around in his silk robe and shadow boxed in front of Jack's microphone.\n\n\"Fireball! Can we get your Last Words? Terry is one of the T.R.A.'s most _dangerous_\u0026nbsp;preds; what makes you think you can win today?\"\n\nRusty grinned cheekily at the chinchilla. \"Jack, these big pros? They're a bunch of paper tigers. It's just like MetalMouse was saying backstage: they hide behind their records, but you get them under the ring? And they'll go down same as anybody. That big yellow bitch is easy pickings for a phenom on the rise...\"\n\nEveryone standing around the television turned to look at Taylor.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe mouse's ears were aflame and she could feel her eyes throbbing in the back of her skull. She sucked air through her nose and blew it out through pursed lips. \"Fucking Rusty...\"\n\nShe didn't want to imagine what look Boxer might be giving her right now; without another word, she got up and walked out of the locker, headed for the arena floor to watch the match, while the interview continued on-camera:\n\n\"Miss Topps! Miss Topps!\"\n\nA steady-cam chased Marty the Mouth over to a giraffe wearing a long black midi sun dress with a halter top. The enormous saltwater crocodile strained to hold his mic near her face.\n\n\"Miss Topps! You heard what Fireball said. Do you have a response for him?\"\n\nThe microphone quivered with both anticipation and arm fatigue.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe giraffe's pearl-and-gold earrings swayed from her ears as she looked down at it disdainfully, then cocked her head to one side to peer down at the huffing and puffing squirrel near her feet.\n\nThe giraffe turned and sauntered away towards the main entrance.\n\n\u003e _\"Straight down to_ business_! Well, let's hope her match lasts a little longer than her interview did!\"_\n\u003e \n\u003e _\"Ken, I would happily pay the entry fee to get her to look at_ me\u0026nbsp;_that way...\"_\n\u003e \n\u003e _\"Youuuu might not like what happens after that, Tom.\"_\n\u003e \n\u003e _\"_You _might be surprised Ken. But now isn't the time for that. Introducing, for our first professional match of the evening, your predator, The Yellow Empress herself:_ Te-rrrrrryyyyyy! Topps!\"\n\nThe crowd roared. The giraffe raised one hand in a graceful wave to the crowd amid the strobe flash of cellphone cameras, before proceeding on to the stand.\n\n\u003e _\"And her opponent, the newcomer with nuclear energy! Scaling in at five inches and six ounces! Fiiiiiireeeeballlllll!\"_\n\nThe squirrel burst out into the spotlight, grinning and flapping his arms to the audience. He dropped to all fours on the walkway and snap-scurried, pivoted, and launched into a backflip, landing on one foot, setting the crowd howling.\n\nTaylor found relative sanctuary along the arena wall standing next to the camera-ram filming wide shots.\n\nTerry was already strapped in at starting position while Rusty made his short-legged way down the carpet. The grips were busy ratcheting up a secondary set of platforms following the downward slope of the giraffe's long, muscular neck.\n\n\u003e _\"Now Tom, as we all know, Terry Topps' Tongue Riding career started with a meteoric rise with a seven-oh undefeated official record that she has defended to this day, though her last professional match was well over two years ago.\"_\n\u003e \n\u003e _\"Is it also true that she_ never_\u0026nbsp;gives back her prey, Ken?\"_\n\u003e \n\u003e _\"That's right, Tom. Well, we can rest assured that whatever the results are tonight, they will be_ definitive_.\"_\n\nAtop the loading stand, Rusty bounced on the balls of his feet, swinging his arms from side to side and puffing and blowing in his cheeks. His robe fell to the stand, revealing a remarkably well-toned squirrel body covered in bright red fur.\n\nWithout warning, he leapt out over the grating and dropped onto the center cross without even touching the wooden gangway; again, the crowd roared for him.\n\n\u003e _\"Three minutes on the clock... Our challengers are in position...\"_\n\nRusty dropped to all fours, gripping the first ring with his hands, and shaking his whole body loose down to the tip of his tail. The audience went silent.\n\nThe squirrel kicked up with his back legs, rising into a handstand, eliciting a few hushed \"ooohs\" from the crowd. Then his weight pivoted forward and his frame swished gracefully through the bars, feet arcing down and then back up to second ring, which he immediately latched onto and started bolting for the outer edge before the buzzer could even ring.\n\nBEEEEEEEP!\n\nTwelve seconds passed before the giraffe's three-foot-long, opposable black tongue snagged the tip of Rusty's tail, latching on with the ferocity you normally only expect see in carnivores.\u0026nbsp;\n\nTaylor startled as the camera-ram next to her shouted, \"oh shit!\" and took off sprinting towards the giraffe. A few moments later, he was hustling his camera rig up the platforms towards Terry's jawline.\n\n\"So,\" came a gruff and heavily-accented voice to Taylor's side, \"You think we only rest on laurel.\"\n\nThe mouse turned to find a Bengal tiger in a suit standing a little ways off from where the camera-ram had been.\n\nTaylor felt her pulse quicken.\n\nGods damn it, Rusty...\n\n\"Kai... I didn't say _that_, exactly.\"\n\n\"Squirrel say you did.\"\n\n\"He also said he could win.\"\n\nIn the short time they had been talking, Terry had easily wormed her tongue around the lower half of the struggling squirrel's body and pried him loose from the bars.\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe was now letting the clock run down while she swung him around helplessly, occasionally lifting him within hand's reach of the bars before yanking him away again, to the laughter of the crowd.\n\n\"Squirrel _could_\u0026nbsp;have won.\"\n\n\"Bullshit,\" Taylor snapped. \"It's a miracle that he even took those twelve _seconds_\u0026nbsp;off of her.\"\n\n\"Ohhh... Then you would give Empress good fight?\"\n\n\"Fuck _no!_\u0026nbsp;I'm not _crazy_. And that's not the point.\"\n\nThe tiger turned away from the screens to look down at her. \"What is point?\"\n\nTaylor was getting pissed off now. She gestured towards the stage. \"_That_ is not a real match. I mean, just look at _Terry_\u0026nbsp;for gods' sakes...\"\n\nThe giraffe's left hand had risen to her chest, and she was idly running a finger around one of her nipples through the fabric, an expression of cold amusement somehow escaping through the metal bonds securing her mouth.\n\n\"She only picked on _Rusty_ because he was running his fucking mouth, like always. He never had a chance, and she _knew_ it. She wasn't _risking_ anything.\"\n\nTaylor could feel her blood was up; an unwise mixture of arousal and agitation. But she pressed on anyway: \"And you're just as bad as her, _Kai_... You're just lucky that Boxer and Guinness are out of your size class, or that record of yours would have been demolished _months_\u0026nbsp;ago.\"\n\nThe Bengal tiger narrowed his eyes at her. The mouse felt her haunches stirring, ready to run or to fight back—as agitated as she was, she wasn't sure which.\n\nBZZZZZZZ!\n\nThe crowd roared deafeningly as Rusty's tongue-wrapped face vanished from the screens and down the giraffe's throat.\n\n\u003e _\"Ohhhhh! And with one-oh-seven left on the clock,_ down_\u0026nbsp;he goes!\"_\n\u003e \n\u003e _\"And it certainly is a_ long_\u0026nbsp;way down, Ken!\"_\n\nThe camera-ram started down the platforms with one hand on the railing. On the monitors, a close-up of a bulge that used to be Rusty slid sensuously down the curve of the giraffe's throat until it faded away under her breastbone.\n\nKai finally blinked, his expression softening. \"Perhaps you are right. Perhaps I am simply coward... Then tell me what _you_\u0026nbsp;risk, _Metal Mouse_? When do _you_\u0026nbsp;go _big_?\"\n\nWith his accent, that \"Metal\" sounded a lot more like \"Little\".\n\nThen the tiger turned his back on her and started towards the back hallways.\n\nTaylor watched him go, burning with shame and self-righteous anger while the arena's screen played a hastily-cut compilation of Rusty's last, terrified faces.\n\nShe stomped out of the arena, passing through the Meatup and banged her fist against the open weighing room door.\n\n\"Hey! Sangi! You got a minute?\"\n\nThe yellow rat looked up, startled. \"Oh! Sure, Tay. Whatcha need?\"\n\nA while later, Taylor reentered the locker room with her tail twitching.\n\n\"Hey, hon. You okay?\"\n\n\"_Fine_.\"\n\nShe dropped down into the chair next to Alex with a sigh. A few of the other tinies side-eyed her, but didn't say anything. Thankfully, Boxer was away.\n\nAlex stood up and walked around and started massaging her neck and shoulders.\n\nTaylor closed her eyes and focused on her breathing and tried to ignore the announcer, Tom's, ramblings:\n\n\u003e _\"...headed down the hot dog highway? The road to nowhere! The one way street to_ meat _town! The crimson causeway; the red, red river... Into the pit that just don't quit! Down in the black for snacks; the pool for fools; the swamp for suckers! The last stop on the way to Digestion. The fiber freeway. The place where you can only_ prey _to get out... The dinner dumpster. The Heartburn Hotel. The olllllld lunchbox! Snack food solitary! The only prison where you_ are_\u0026nbsp;the last meal! Down the gurgling gulch; the saliva slid-ah. The home of the—oh thank gods, Ken is back.\"_\n\u003e \n\u003e _\"Yes, and I have some exciting news, Tom! One of our established champions, MetalMouse, has just waived her right of refusal tonight on a three-minute match!\"_\n\nAlex's kneading grip stopped. \"Uh. Are you sure about this, Tay?\"\n\nTaylor breathed out slowly. \"It's already done. It's fine. The fan queue is totally full right now. I just want to get my casuals out of the way and then we can head home...\"\n\n\u003e _\"...And in even_ more_\u0026nbsp;exciting news, it looks like we already have a matchup for her! Yet another T.R.A. legend is making his first professional return to the ring after two long seasons—\"_\n\nTaylor's shoulders suddenly tensed under her boyfriend's hands. \"Tay?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe shook Alex's hands off her and went sprinting out of the locker room.\n\n\"Tay!\"\n\nTaylor couldn't answer him; she was too busy muttering to herself: \"He _didn't_. He fucking _didn't_...\"\n\n\u003e _\"...The King of the Ring...\"_\n\nTaylor rounded the corner and spotted the tiger smiling and shaking hands with the pred contract coordinator at the signup room entrance.\n\n\u003e _\"...KAAAAAIIII!\"_\n\nKai scanned the hall and spotted Taylor standing there, and his eyes narrowed.\n\n\"Fuck.\"\n\n## Afterword\n\nEnd Notes\n\n\u003e THANK YOU FOR READING!\n\u003e \n\u003e This story started off as a fun idea, but my spark went out before I made to through final bout, and because dragging it across the finish line felt like such a nightmare I decided to cut it short—apologies for the cliff- (or fang-)-hanger ending. :(\n\u003e \n\u003e I think part of it was a handful of process mistakes that resulted in me trying to write, edit, AND research, all at the same time...\n\u003e \n\u003e My other big issue was the limitations of the concept and the character arc I was working with: the only ending would be a simple win-or-lose binary between two characters who are too self-serious to have any the kind of vore-ny fun I like, which drained all the excitement and flavor out of the process for me.\n\u003e \n\u003e (You live and you learn! (Unless you're Fireball...))\n\u003e \n\u003e I did have a finale sketched out where we see how MetalMouse fares against Kai, but I doubt it will ever get produced in full. Sorry again!\n\u003e \n\u003e \\* \\* \\*\n\u003e \n\u003e As with Driven, shout out to Amadose whose \"The Chase\" was tangentially mentioned as a local co-sponsor/supporter for this event; if you want to see more of that, go back and read my previous story, \"Driven\".\n\u003e \n\u003e Additionally, those two gorgeous bunnies—Carys and Cerys—were very kindly loaned to me by Nebula1701; thank you! (This probably isn't the last we've seen of them—more on that below...)\n\u003e \n\u003e I'd also like to keep shouting out other vore artists whose work inspired me as these stories go on, so a special thanks to Bobbydando/Eldrik Aethervial for their \"Grim Fate\" comic series; their peril-vs-pleasure-based fantasy adventuring undoubtedly provided the fertilizer for the tone of this story's setting.\n\u003e \n\u003e Music-wise, probably the best tonal match I could find for this story was AC/DC's \"Shoot To Thrill\"; sadly it only runs for a little over five minutes, which left it unsuitable for background tunes while writing. (Another unfortunate issue this time around...)\n\u003e \n\u003e \\* \\* \\*\n\u003e \n\u003e Right now, I think I'm also going to shake up my original release plans.\n\u003e \n\u003e Rather than jumping back to Lili, I'd like to start on a spinoff from Tongue Riders, following Carys and Cerys and that \"I Brought My Own Fork\" fella that they were flirting with in the Meatup.\n\u003e \n\u003e I have a lot of fun ideas for Driven 2, but they haven't coalesced into a complete image in my head yet, so rather than trying to rush things (as I fear I did here), I'm just going to let it stew until the idea totally thrills me. (Learning!)\n\u003e \n\u003e Also, I had a _massive_ brainstorm for a new stand-alone story idea that might also get bumped up over Driven 2... Expect something darker in tone, highly dangerous, and very aggressive (with a direct sequel already sketched out). Getting shivers just thinking about it... :)\n\u003e \n\u003e Until next time!\n\nPlease [drop by the Archive and comment](https://archiveofourown.org/works/83771921/comments/new) to let the creator know if you enjoyed their work!"}