Pit Stuffing

	[b]Vrrrooooom! CRACK![/b]
	Clutching the wheel tightly, Seiya gritted his teeth. Another jump cleared safely! Time was of essence. Holding first position wasn’t going to be easy. Brilliant neon red signs over the spiraling, neon purple racetrack informed him that he was on the last leg of the race. The dusk of Ontos VII-b cast vibrant shades of vermillion and violet on the sky. Two moons, one large and one cylindrical, shone brightly in bone-white glory, illuminating the track with an odd serenity.
	[b]Vrrrroooom![/b]
	Flipping upside down and drifting left, he caught sight of the finish line. Surrounding it, was the city of Evemerìa. Rectangles and domes blended in the roof of Seiya’s vision, lights in each building whizzing past before he could blink. Overboost was on. Heat radiated from the back of the ship while the thrusters roared. Slamming into the back of his seat, Seiya grinned in a menacing, excited way. Corkscrewing back to an upright through the hypnotic spiral, the roar of the thrusters in his ears deafened him to the protests of his co-pilot.
	“STOP!!! You’ll sublimate the thrusters at this rate!” Iphyl was pressed into his seat. G-Forces were becoming strong enough to tug at this skin. Spit was flying back into his face as he screamed aloud. Every panel on the dashboard was giving warning after warning with the worst flashing in front of him: Overheating. Flushed with fear, darkness encroached into his sight.
	Buildings closed in on them. Checkerboard black and white holograms were practically in front of them. Stepping on the pedal, Seyia redlined the engine and blasted across! Confetti and fanfare filled the city as DRGN won another race. The dusty, dry mesas of Evemerìa were radiant. Every mesa on the archipelago of raised soil shone gold, Seiya and Iphyl’s faces plastered next to a stylized, bejeweled medal on screen.
	Slowing down, Seiya pried himself out of the seat and looked all about. Beaming, he turned off the track down to the industrial district at the feet of the mesas. Pulling into the pit, he began to hear a moan to his right. “Huh? Pull yourself together, Iphyl! We won! It’s almost time for the awards!” Eyes flicking to the right, he could see his co-pilot and pit foreman nearly embedded into his seat. Limp, flushed, and with eyes glazed over, the Finick was a zombie.
	“Uuuuugh…” Shallow breathes were the only thing Iphyl could manage. Light disappeared from his vision a couple times as Seiya waved his claws in front of his eyes. Nothing would register in the co-pilot’s brain. Everything was just blank and distant. Seiya was speaking from a whole planet away.

	Winding down the long roads coiled around the central mesa, the dim factory lights, thin smog, and heavy machinery came into view. Odors of petroleum, rubber, and bleach enveloped them insidiously. Time had let the cockpit of the magnetic car cool significantly, but one panel still shone with ominous crimson. Eventually, the pair descended from the concrete back of the snake down to the desert floor and the race pit.
	Pulling in, a large rhino began waving over other members of the pit. Various species poured out of a couple trailers. Red and black jumpsuits covered in sponsor decals began painting the pavement, pulling out jacks, cables, and other mechanical tools they needed. Coming to a stop, Seiya’s door launched open as he leaped out. Waving to all his crew, his excitement boiled over and exploded into a shout, “We did it, boys! First place again!”
	Cheers, clapping, and a couple wolf howls filled the air. All the crew were ecstatic if a bit exhausted. Caffeine-fueled smiles spread across all their muzzles. One tortoise began to snap his beak, “Alright gang, let’s get the diagnostics started”, he croaked as he did. Scattering, they all rushed to their stations.
	Turning around, Seyia stared back at Ipyhl and clapped a couple times. At last, the Finick began to stir. “Heading up to the award ceremony and the interviews. Make sure the ship is ready for next month’s race. Got it?” With the faintest of moans as a response, Seyia nodded. “Thanks buddy! Catch you later!” he exclaimed, already backing up.
	Racing off, this time on legs, Seyia rushed over to a catch the private shuttle from the race pit to the third housing complex. Patting his fur into place, he rushed into the vehicle. A young, perky mink immediately began to gasp. “Wait! Wait, wait, wait! S-Seiya!? Your racing was awesome!!!”
	“Thank you. It was nothing”, he responded with a chuckle. Crossing one leg over the other, he cracked a grin and interlocked his claws behind his head. Leaning back with smug satisfaction, his heart beat in his chest proudly. With a wink he put on his most suave expression and spoke, “Mind taking me up to the ceremony now? Iphyl’s got some work on the car he has to handle first.”
	Surprise replaced the cocky grin on Seiya’s muzzle in a flash. The hover car flew out instantly. Slamming into the seat, the dragon could faintly hear his driver shout, “Be there lickety split!”

	Hyperdrive space travel could learn a thing of two in aesthetic with how the colors and shapes blended during Seyia’s ascent. Less than a flash later, the door was opening while the world around him reformed. Numerous arches covered the mesa. Plenty arches crossed over other ones, connected to them with elevators or walkways, and arches of different material and shape. Plenty where a chrome metallic, some were brutalist cement, and others seemed to be crafted from vines. The entire mesa was covered in nature. Hanging gardens hung beneath the majority of arches, vines and flowers painted the windows and doors, and trees and shrubs dominated the ground. Nature had become civilization here, but one structure stood apart from the green.
	Spotlights of magenta, violet, and gold all danced on a metallic frame supporting a wide, circular platform. Beams of colored light began to adjust their paths as all of them shifted to blue, green, and red. Melding into one, the combination of nature and machine shone on a crimson carpet, welcoming the honored guest from the race.
	“Go on! Go on! Dazzle them!” The mink began waving him out.
	“Thank you, uh…”
	“Name’s Brick! I’ll be back to give you your ride to your hotel too. Enjoy the ceremony!”
	“Got it. See you”, Seyia responded, patting his fur into place as he leaped out the door.
	“I can’t believe I got to drive Seiya! Aaaaaah!!!”, was the last the dragon heard as the door slid back into place with a pneumatic hiss. Whether or not he was supposed to hear that, he didn’t know. Not that it mattered now. Soft beans communed with soft carpet, the spotlights were on him, and the cheers were deafening. Screen after screen displayed his smiling muzzle as he causally strolled down the synthetic path.
	Time seemed to halt. The fifty meters turned into fifty thousand. His heart went into Overboost as his stomach began to tighten. Various vines extended along the path with each step. Flowers blossomed in an instant, each one matching Seiya’s fur. Violets, orange orchids, and aquamarine forget-me-nots could beat his ride with how fast they bloomed. Approaching the platform, the flowers formed an arch of their own, growing around the metal frame. One odd, crimson bulb rose. Growing, growing, and growing some more until it stopped at two meters tall.
	“Ladies, gentlemen, and all other genders of all species, welcome!”, a voice echoed around platform. With a shower of petals, the rose opened to reveal an older dragon in a tuxedo. Microphone in one paw and a gold-plated medal in the other, he stepped out of the flora and to the center stage. Pointing to Seiya, he began to shout, “One of the most prestigious racers we’ve seen the past decade has claimed first in his eight race in a row! Come on up, Seyia!”
	Smiling like an idiot, the proud racer waltzed to the center of the stage. Reaching out, he took the medal from his host and raised it over his head. [i]“This can’t get any better!”[/i], he thought to himself.

	[i]“This can’t get any worse!!!”[/i], Iphyl thought simultaneously. Smoke was clouding his vision as he popped the hood of his car open. The panel didn’t lie, the auto-repair functions of the vehicle were inoperable. Metal melted into a molten mess, screws were stripped and striped with black burns, cables couldn’t hold a charge, and most importantly, the magnets used for quantum fixing above the track had gone well past their Curie temperature. They were ineffective as magnets now.
	A radio blared in the background, fanfare over the duos victory doing little to improve the mechanics mood. The dragon’s voice came through clearly. “You sure impressed your sponsors out there! Speaking of, Cheesecake Emporium has a surprise for you!” An interview was going on, and Seyia was being presented with cheques from all their sponsors.
	Exhaling sharply, Ipyhl didn’t bother hiding his frustration. To no one in particular, he grumbled, “Better fucking remember to cash those cheques fast so we can pay for our damn car…” Screwdriver in hand, the Finick began desperately trying to get the damaged screws out. Every slip of the tool elicited another expletive from him. It took a gentle tapping of a claw on his shoulder to pull him out of his foul attitude.
	“Um, Iphyl, sir? It’s well past ten. Did you want to come to the bar with the rest of us? You look like you could use a drink.” The tortoise had a look of pity in his eyes. Pity at him or with the circumstances, it didn’t matter to Iphyl.
	Turning around and attempting to pry more screws out, Iphyl mumbled, “Nah. Go on. Have fun with the crew.”
	“Are you su-“
	Exasperation tinged Iphyl’s voice as he shooed the tortoise with his paw and hissed, “Just go… Just leave me to this.”
	“Whatever you say, sir…Alright gang! To the pub!” Cheers exploded behind Iphyl, grating against his eardrums as various clops, thuds, and clicks followed. They grew quiet with time, leaving the Finick to himself.

	Parties, wine, and plenty of impressed competitors gathered in the hall with Seyia. All were invited to the festivities after the race. Multitudes of species began pouring in from elephants, wombats, penguins, kangaroos, and even the odd human popped in. Seyia stood out for the gold medal wrapped around his neck with a band of crushed velvet. It wasn’t anywhere fancy, just a local bar on one of the smaller arches. Closer to the ground, the treetops came up to the bottom of the windows, forming a leafy sea with only a few gaps. Reporters tried to come in plainclothes to sneak in more interviews, but Seyia wouldn’t answer. Someone had yet to show. Lazily sipping his wine, Seyia groaned internally upon hearing more approaching paws.
	“Not answering any questions right now”, he grumbled.
	“Oh? Didn’t want your pit crew around?”, a familiar voice responded.
	Spinning in his chair put Seyia muzzle to muzzle with the same tortoise from earlier. Behind him was a good chunk of the pit crew. Each was taking a nearby seat, with the tortoise taking the seat next to him. “Good work today. Hope the ride wasn’t too roughed up.”
	“Oh, we don’t really know. Iphyl was still smashing his head against that brick wall when we left.”
	“He’s still working on the thing now?” Interest returned to Seyia’s voice. Concern was a notable part too. His heart stirred with both regret and guilt.
	“When we left, he was. Got really testy too. He was practically growling”, the tortoise chuckled awkwardly.
	Sighing, Seyia stood up. Waving farewell, he walked out to the stairs without a word.
	“Hey! Leaving already!?” was the last the dragon heard out of the tortoise.

	Cold, dark night air fills Seyia’s lungs with each breath. Starlight shone brightly, with the two moons of Ontos VII-b assisting in illuminating the dirt paths even through the dense foliage. One path in particular carried him where he had to go, the one back to the hoverjets.
	“Oh! Oh! Seyia! What are you doing back so early? May I take you to your hotel now?”, Brick shouted.
	“Nah. Can you take me back down to the pit for now?” Clinking metal resounded in the air. Glints reflected while spare change went straight to the mink.
	“To the pit? Why there?” Shaking paws latched onto the coins. Whether the bribe or getting a gift from his favorite racer was making him quiver, Seyia didn’t know.
	“Iphyl is still there. Probably stomping in anger, if I know him.” None of the amusement that Iphyl had in the bar stayed on his face. Crossing his arms and legs again, he reclined in his seat. Awaiting the mink’s response was torture for the few seconds the driver ogled the currency.
	“Ah. Got to pick up your partner. Let’s get down there then!” Pocketing the money, the mink stepped on the thruster pedal! Roaring engines could barely be heard before they took off. The Doppler Effect causing a barely perceptible low whine as the sea of concrete beneath the city came into view. Several of the lights and furs running around the race pit had already left. Only solitary lights of the third shift, the occasional sparking of overtime employees, and a couple of foremen running around to finish the paperwork remained. Among that sparking, was Ipyhl. Right where Seyia had left the car.

	Iphyl’s paws barely held onto the wrench. His claws were forming indents in the metal. A mass of singed wires at his feet with sliced plastic coverings and frayed copper sticking out, some still smoking. Gritting his teeth, fire in his eyes, and low growling that would have intimidated an erupting volcano made his temper nigh palpable to all in the same pit as him. An icy grip latched onto Brick’s heart when he opened the door and heard the rumble. Seyia rolled his eyes, completely unphased.
	Holding back a groan, Seyia drone, “I’ll be back. Someone has to press a few of his buttons.”
	Brick let out a small whimper and nodded. Breathing deeply, he started to flit the coins between his claws. The instant Seyia’s tail had left the passenger seat, he had the door shut with a pneumatic hiss.

	Upon hearing Seyia’s claws click against the concrete, Iphyl’s eyes shot wide open. Quivering, he turned to the dragon and shook with fury. “Do. You. Have. Any. Idea. How. Much. Damage. You. Did…” His teeth never parted when he spoke. Muscles tight, posture hunched over, and deep, drawn breaths gave the impression of a rapid feral.
	Waving to him, Seyia smiled nonchalantly. With a slow, upbeat cadence he tried to soothe his partner, “Eeeeeh. It’ll all be fine. I know you can repair it. It’ll be worth it. We got all those cheques, we’ll be getting more sponsors, and we’ve still got all the stuff we have saved up.”
	“THE ENGINE IS NEARLY METAL SOUP!!!” Iphyl’s explosion drew a few stares from any remaining furs around the industrial district. Throwing the wrench to the ground, a loud clang joined another shout. Practically spitting on Seyia, he shouted, “WE COULD HAVE EXPLODED!!!” Petulantly, Iphyl’s next response is to kick the toolbox. A loud clang resounds in the air while a few screws fly out. Grunting, Finick cried, “Ow!”, and winced. Tears were beginning to well up in the corners of his eyes.
	Rolling his eyes, Seyia reached up for the zipper on his suit. Walking over to his partner, he uses one paw to grab the back of his head.
	[b]ZIIIIP![/b]
	Then shoved him into his chest! “There, there. Just let it all out.”
	“Mmmph!”, was Iphyl’s muffled response. Tugging away is Iphyl’s immediate response, stopped by the paw on the back of his head remaining steadfast. Shaking violently, he let out another, “Mmmmph…” This one much less loud, and much more aroused. Seyia could feel Iphyl sniff over and over again. Each whiff getting longer and deeper. Seiya’s scent stimulating him, pacifying him. Iphyl’s body began to relax. Muscles loosened, his jaw opened, and the smoldering embers of his eyes softened. His mind became putty. In contrast, one thing between his legs began to harden.
	Jabbing into his thigh, Seyia laughed softly. “Gooood. Breathe it in, buddy.” Taking his paw off his suit’s zipper, Seyia reached around to Iphyl’s waist and hugged him tight. Holding him close, Seyia began to walk back around the car. His partner put up no resistance. Two sets of clicking claws hit concrete. “Let me show you that these repairs are worth your while”, the dragon whispered in the Finick’s ear. Grinning, the tip of his tail limply threw itself over the handle to open the car door. Swaying his hips, the tail yanked the door open with a click.
	“S-Seyia, I’m…”, was all Iphyl managed to utter before being spun. Without the scent of musk hitting his olfactory cortex his mind began to sharpen again. Sharpen enough that he could clearly shudder and whine about not having Seyia’s scent in his nose anymore. Feeling a tug on his hips, Iphyl yelped quietly as Seyia dived into the car. A soft thud sprang from his feet as a warm, acrid breeze washed over his length. Seyia had forced his shorts down. With a gasp, he backed up into the car and slammed the door shut. Hissing, “Seyia! This is public!”, was met with a grope.
	“We got a room now. Relax, bud.” Reaching down to Iphyl’s legs, he grinned. Plenty of fluff, a thick tail, and the best prize of all, a large Finick ass for him to eat. All he had left to say was, “Make sure to close the door”, as he gave his mechanic’s legs a sharp tug. Tan fur filled his face and Iphyl’s own musk hit his nose. Iphyl’s rear had plenty to it, as Seyia’s muzzle quickly sunk between the cheeks. It wasn’t long before his snoot poked against his partner’s round backdoor. Fuzz faded to flesh as Seyia’s tongue poked at the musky hole. Vision was secondary to touch as he started wiggling his muzzle to pry himself deeper.
	“Mmmph. Ah!”, was all Iphyl could squeak. The coarse, rough, strong tongue of the dragon underneath him rolled over his ass. Sometimes, Seyia would jab his tongue a bit deeper into him and get him to squeak again. Barely a minute had passed before Finick began to moan, breathe growing heavier. Mind clouding over, his head began to dip lower. Seyia’s zipper on his jumpsuit had come further undone. A thin crevasse was visible parting between the gold and purple scales of the dragon’s groin. A thin, tempting crevasse.
	Lower, lower, and lower more Iphyl’s head sank. Alluring musk seemed to pull harder than any magnet on his head. The hypnotic scent would never leave his nostrils. Soft groans were all the mechanic could manage as his snoot finally made contact.
	“Dive in!”, Iphyl heard from behind. He hadn’t even noticed Seyia had stopped rimming him. The brief repose also alerted the Finick as to how hard his length had grown. Dragging across the racer’s chest, his long, rigid dick had started to leak. Tendrils of pre were hanging from his tip, thick and transparent. The strands linked with the purple fluff on Seyia’s chest, making their ride smell of sex while they were present. With a strong thrust of his hips, Seyia ensured Iphyl would be smelling sex even more. The tip of Iphyl’s snoot was now buried in the dragon’s slit.
	Another moan, another pleasured expression. Iphyl let out another, “Mmmph!”, in response. Less shocked and more horny, the moan pleasantly vibrated against Seyia’s groin. Obeying the dominant dragon was the next step. Invigorated by the musk, Iphyl’s snoot began shaking. Each gyration of his muzzle shoved him deeper into his partner’s crotch. The Finick didn’t need to go far before his partner rushed to meet him in the middle. Firm, hard jabbing against his nose confirmed that Seyia is enjoying himself in kind. There was no denying the soft grunt the dragon made as his own cock stiffened inside his partner’s maw.
	Iphyl’s own grunting resumed with the brush of a tongue against his hole. Half of his snout now buried in Seyia’s hips, he ran his own smooth tongue over the ridges of Seyia’s phallus. Over and over his tongue explored the dragon’s den. Smooth, salty pre filling his maw was the gold he desired. Guzzling down copious amounts of the dragon’s fluids, Iphyl’s only other question was if Seyia was as productive as him.
	Productive was an understatement. Moaning deep into his partner, Iphyl’s balls pulled up. Aching orbs desperately worked overtime to produce all the seed he needed. Eyes rolling up, seed shooting down. The racer’s chest was painted whiter than fresh snow. While jokes about semen and milk were commonplace, the sheer volume of Iphyl’s load easily could be confused for the latter. Pulse after pulse, pearlescent white coated Seyia’s chest. The experience was made all the better as his partner’s cream hit his tongue.
	Seyia couldn’t suppress his own moans by now. Rumbling deep in his chest began to shake the two as he shut his eyes. His erection pushed fully into Iphyl’s muzzle while his first load went to greet the tongue wrapping around it. The first couple shots hit an intensity so great no Richter Scale could measure it in. There was a brief lapse in the rimming as Seyia saw stars sparkling in the dark of his closed eyes.
	Thick, dusky gray cum began pouring down Iphyl’s gullet. Impeccable taste filled every corner of his mouth. Earthen tones, a salty tang, and a pleasant, sweet aftertaste all washed over each papilla. Seyia’s productivity was nothing to sniff at. 
      The next several minutes were filled with a combination of moans, grunts, and an inordinate amount of cum. Trickles of Finick spunk began pouring around the jumpsuit, staining the inside of the rubbery surface while more poured down the dragon’s abdomen, staining both Seyia’s fur and Iphyl’s jumpsuit. Iphyl’s jaw slowly was pushed out of Seyia’s slit by necessity. Load after load was being dumped straight into his stomach, and the ravine of dragon musk only had so much air. Dinner wouldn’t be an issue anymore. Every slight jostle Iphyl gave was accompanied by a sloshing feeling in his stomach.
      Pulling his snout free of the Finick’s ass, Seyia sucked in air himself. Deep breathing from both filled the car, the taste of sex lingering in the atmosphere. Gently, the dragon rolled his partner off him. A shockingly difficult task. Iphyl is fuller than their thrusters ever could be. Sliding forward, one paw dipped down to the zipper while the other grabbed the door handle. Pushing the portal open, Seyia’s nose filled with the acrid scents of industry once more.
      “Fun time, Iphyl. Did that calm you down? Finally convinced that this rig is worth the effort?” Turning around, he saw the Finick’s eyes weren’t quite focused anymore.
      Rubbing his belly, Iphyl gave a low groan. Seed started to drip from his jaws. Sex and afterglow were overwhelming him, the absurd amount of semen in his gut definitely not helping his concentration. He couldn’t tell what his partner was saying. Everything was blank and distant. Seyia is speaking from a whole planet away. “Uuuuuuuum…”
      “See? I knew you would cum around!”, the dragon quipped with a grin.