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Distant thunder rumbled across the lowlands, the air and earth vibrating in tandem. It seemed the perfect addition to the somewhat dreary weather that always seemed anchored over the region the city folk colloquially called 'the flats'. The angry clouds always held an unnatural hue, ranging from a greenish grey during the day to a rusty brown at sunset. The land itself had once been wetlands but had been drained enough that it now resembled a flat wispy stretch of nothing pockmarked by occasional holes. The only feature of any note was the long, faintly curved road that had been built around the farthest edge of the urban growth boundary as some sort of border line... except that the city had never grown in that direction. It was a road only used by those that wanted to bypass the city entirely and go around it and such travelers would likely need gas.

The neon sign of the Grab and Gulp Gas Station was as constant as the thunder and the clouds, glowing out day and night. The convenience store was entirely automated with three walls of vending machines serving both hot and cold food and drink as well as a variety of travel essentials and even souvenirs. Aside from a twice monthly restocking, it pretty much ran itself. That left the duties of pumping gas to the two, sometimes three employees that alternated long, boring shifts given the state's requirements that drivers not fuel their own vehicles. That wasn't a problem for Alex.

The attendant sat on the overturned bucket between the pumps, brandishing two sharpies as if they were drum sticks, eliciting a variety of taps, thumps and echoing clangs as he moved them from the pump to the garbage bin and back again. He was nineteen, his stringy blond hair tied into a loose ponytail that arched out and then down from the back of his head. He had a pointed, elfin chin and bluish-green eyes that seemed nearly the same tone as the storm clouds. His drab dull grayish blue jumpsuit seemed as stifling as the flats, but he made it work. Earrings dangled as his head bobbed to his improvised tune, although his musical interlude came to an abrupt stop as he heard something between the claps of thunder - an engine.

Those stormy blue eyes lifted up, scanning the long curve of the forgotten road, spotting the source; a heavily customized pickup truck. The body had been raised some to accommodate tires with extra traction. There were extra fog lights and overhead illumination mounted and the bed had some sort of guard or hand rails. The paint had been black but was sun blanched and a bit pitted out in a few spots. Usually when trucks like that were driving, they blasted the extra lights into the rear view mirror of anyone ahead of them but this truck seemed to be running dark.

Alex ran the math in his head for a moment before deciding ultimately that the truck would stop. Trucks had terrible fuel efficiency, especially modified ones. He'd have to stop. The attendant tucked a sharpie behind one ear and popped the other in his pocket before he hoisted himself up onto his feet, stretched his back and braced. Sure enough, the truck's blinker flashed to life, casting a pulsing amber glow across the dry asphalt before it turned onto the connecting road and looped around into the parking lot.

The heavy vehicle rumbled up under the protective overhang of the boxy roof that covered the pumps. Up close Alex could see how much dust and speckled mud clung to the rig. The tinted windows provided no hint as to the occupant until the door opened, revealing the exact sort of man that Alex had expected inside - more or less. The driver seemed to be in his mid twenties, his eyes obscured behind pitch black military style sunglasses. His shaggy, greasy brown hair was kept in place beneath a battered, backwards black baseball hat and his face was framed with a bushy, wavy, thick beard that dropped down below his adam's apple. The hints of a pale scar peeked out both above and below his left eye and thick black gauge piercings stretched out his lobes.

"Fill it up, regular." the man said, his voice deep and smooth despite an odd gravel to it. He strode off towards the convenience market, wearing a tight, torn up black t-shirt and dusty camouflage pants. Even his boots had seen better days, the fronts ragged and torn up. Alex paid it no mind. It was more a rarity to see someone prim and proper out in the flats than someone that worked hard and played hard. The gas nozzle shuddered from its resting place and Alex deftly opened the truck's flap, unscrewing the cap and sliding the nozzle in. The ribbed extension slid deep into the hole before resting. A practiced hand manipulated the pump, squeezing the trigger and locking it until the long nozzle erupted with its golden bounty, pumping the fuel deep into the truck's empty tank.

Alex stretched a bit, letting out a yawn. A lot of his friends and family looked down on his job; it didn't pay much more than minimum and it wasn't exactly skilled labor. In a way, that was the point for Alex. Most people would be bored out of their minds but he could make music, listen to audiobooks, play games on his phone. Anyone else would have been bored out of his mind, but to Alex it was a chance to get paid to do nothing. He was about to consider washing the windshield when he noticed some unusual damage to the back of the truck, namely a set of four long scratches that went right through the paint, the primer and even the metal. They weren't just cuts, they were... claw marks... The confusion and shock froze the nineteen year old in place. Just what kind of guy was this driver?

The answer seemed to come as the doors to the Grab and Gulp rumbled open and the man emerged with a case of energy drinks and a bag crammed full with every kind of jerky, cheese and roadside store safe sandwich the vending machine had to offer. He moved over and tossed them into his truck. Alex heard the telltale click of the gas nozzle turning off after filling the truck to its fullest. Alex pulled the nozzle out and gave it a few taps before screwing on the gas cap with the buzz-click of security. He returned the nozzle to its holster and read the display.

"That'll be forty dollars and twenty cents." he informed the driver. The driver pulled his chain leashed wallet from his pocket and opened up the well worn leather, his brows furrowing a little. It seemed that his lunch had exceeded his ability to pay. He looked up at the kid, a strange grin crossing his lips as he looked him up and down.

"What would you say if I wanted to pay with some kind of alternative currency?" he asked. Alex started to frown.

"The pump only accepts credit or debit and the manager only likes cash." Alex replied. The bearded man nodded.

"I get that, but maybe I can give you something worth you paying it for me? I'm sure way out here you don't have a lot of ways to have fun." he said. Alex had experienced a few customers flirting with him before to try and make up a cash shortfall, but they had all been women barking up the wrong tree. This attempt was a little more on the mark and enough to make Alex blush a bit. Despite his better judgement, he already felt both his cock and his nipples starting to get hard.

"What sort of alternative currency?" he asked hesitantly. The driver glanced one direction across the flats, then the other, then back at Alex.

"No one for miles... We could do anything you wanted, anything that'd make you howl like an animal." he said with a grin. Alex looked at him shrewdly.

"You like playing with animals? I saw the claw marks on the truck. Some kind of hunter?" Alex asked. The man grinned, his teeth looking quite sharp behind his lips.

"Sometimes, but sometimes I like people to hunt me. It isn't always fun being the one on top." he growled, "What do you say, kid, want to feel like the king of the flatlands?" he asked. Alex tried to think of a witty retort, but he was blushing furiously and the blood was leaving his head, making it that much harder to think. This was insane! This was a stranger, someone he didn' even know the name of, and yet... no one at home knew he was gay. Even worse, even if they did, there was no one to return the favor. This might be his only chance. Alex swallowed his fear and gave a small grin.

"Awoo?" he asked. The man all but purred, reaching out to run a calloused, rough hand along Alex's cheek.

"That's the spirit... Big question is if you want to do it here or somewhere a little more private?" he asked. As bold as Alex was feeling, there was the distinct fact that other customers COULD hypothetically show up at any moment. Alex grabbed the bathroom key from the little hook, glancing at the driver.

"Good thing you don't exactly seem like the spick and span type." he said with a smirk.

****

The door to the modest bathroom shuddered as the two spilled through it, a tangled mess of arms and mouths. Despite their turning around and around, it was Alex that slammed into the partition around the toilet stall first, the plastic coated sheet metal rumbling with the impact. Alex broke the kiss, panting for breath. The driver, however, seemed just as insatiable as before. He brought his lips down to lick, nip and then bite at Alex's neck. He latched on, sucking and slurping like some kind of bearded anemone. Alex groaned at that, hands grasping out into thin air.

"Fuck, I don't even know your name!" Alex moaned. The driver growled.

"Cassius..." he muttered, almost annoyed he had to stop for a second.

"Cassius, wow, that's a-" Alex was interrupted by a sharper bite to his neck.

"Less talk, more growling." the driver muttered. He grabbed a hold of Alex's jumpsuit and unzipped it, drawing the metal tag down and down and down, revealing the attendant's skinny but firm chest and the harvest gold sweat marked t-shirt beneath. As he drew it lower he saw Alex's tented underwear and little else. Cassius licked his lips.

"I'm glad you're so good at filling people up." he whispered. Alex murmured at that but said nothing, finding the joke bordering on the edge of a dad joke. Cassius smirked to himself before he leaned in, rubbing the bulge against his bearded cheek. He reached up and slowly tugged the underwear down, letting Alex's hard manhood spring to attention, bobbing a little with its own weight. Cassius examined it with a grin before he peered up.

"I think I'm ready to grab and gulp." he whispered. Alex groaned.

"Don't ruin it for me, man, this is my first time." Alex said. Cassius smirked.

"I promise it won't be your last." he said before he leaned in, his tongue slipping out. He began to drag it along the attendant's length, giving it a long, languid, appreciative slurp. Alex shuddered in delight. He'd waited so long, he'd imagined it so many times, but nothing compared to the real thing. Alex slowly had to settle into a position to do his part. He was the immovable object and Cassius was the unstoppable force. Alex's eyes squeezed shut as he felt that tongue slip up and down along is cock, bathing it in saliva.

The way Cassius went about it, it was as if he was full of some insatiable hunger. It wasn't at all what Alex would have expected. He had assumed that he'd be a hunter, the driving force, maybe that he'd have his ass filled... but here he was getting a tongue bath instead - not that he'd ever object. He groaned, one hand moving down to dig into the driver's shoulder, squeezing the more than ample amount of muscle there. The attendant's back arched, his cock sliding forward. Cassius took that as his queue. He lined himself up, opened his mouth and slid forward.

"Fuck!" Alex howled, his voice echoing off the dingy tiles of the gas station bathroom. He panted harder, his shoulder blades buffeting against the plastic clad partition. He moaned more, starting to pant and breathe harder. The reason came from the careful and precise movements of the driver's mouth as he grazed the sensitive flesh with his sharp teeth, slapped it with his strong tongue and brought his beard rimmed mouth forward, nuzzling and nestling into the younger man's groin.

Words weren't nearly enough as Alex threw his head back, feeling his balls resting against the thick bushy mane of the tough camo clad driver. This was a man of nature, of the wilderness... That man was worshipping Alex's modest fuck stick. It didn't make sense; Alex was scrawny, more likely to play a scarecrow than a leading man if he were in a movie. Still, there was no denying the other man's tenacity or his eagerness.

Alex reached out with one hand, trying to grab onto something for support. He fumbled, grazing the hat and knocking his hand into Cassius' sunglasses. The eye protection clattered to the floor and skidded. Alex didn't look down, his face still wrenching and twisting into looks of pleasure. He did not see the gleaming, hungry amber eyes gazing up at him or the dangerous fang filled grin as Cassius kept going. The predator grinned deeper, closing his eyes as he plunged his face down tight, taking all of Alex in at once.

"Fffffuck!" Alex hissed, groaning, his toes curling and uncurling involuntarily. If he had been back in his room, he was sure that would have been the end of it. The cork would have popped, the champagne would have erupted forth... and if it had been a porno, that was when Cassius would have pulled back for some glorious money shot. For some reason, neither happened. Alex remained teetering on the edge and Cassius wasn't just buried deep, he was glued to Alex's rod.

His tongue undulated and rippled, his cheeks tugged and sucked. His salva was like a hot tub, nearly broiling as it marinated Alex's meat. Alex moaned harder and groaned, panting hard. Cassius was sucking so hard it was practically making all the blood fill his already engorged cock. From what little he could see around the base, the flesh was already irritated, growing a brighter red. Alex moaned and tried to move, but as he drew back, Cassius only sucked harder. Alex's jaw dropped and his mouth opened as his pants became gasps. It wasn't a blow job, it wasn't even being sucked off... something was happening. He was... growing again?

"Wh-wha- what?" Alex panted hard. Cassius didn't dare respond. He had been working with muscles and ministrations that were intricate and precise. Every movement was calibrated, but even he needed to breathe. He pulled back and took a breath before he started to bob his head back and forth more vigorously than he had the entire blowjob. As his face slid up and down, Alex looked down to see the base of a cock much larger than he had ever been. If that had been all there was to adjust to he might have passed it off as sex being far better than masturbation and Cassius coaxing more out of him, but this was more than that. His cock wasn't just irritated or hard, it wasn't just dark from erection and arousal... it was a distinctive, bright, urgent red... and it was still growing.

"I... you..." lex groaned, both hands bracing against the partition, his back arching more. His knees felt like they were going to buckle, his entire body tingling. Was it blood loss? Had so much left his brain that he was going to pass out? He looked down, seeing the grimy bearded man sucking his cock off, making it longer and bigger and redder. It didn't even look like it was made of the same skin. The flesh had grown rubbery, firm but pliant. The base was sort of bulging on either side and the length had a faint curve to it.

Alex's jaw dropped even wider as Cassius nearly pulled to the tip, or at least Alex thought it should have been. His head had withdrawn six inches, then eight, then twelve, then fourteen before finally it slipped free with a pop, revealing a pointed, pepper shaped canine cock. From base to tip, all along the curved cherry red member, it was entirely and completely animal in nature. It was also heavy, firm, hard and bobbing up and down in time with Alex's heartbeat. The blond looked down in utter shock. His cock responded by bouncing a little in defiance.

Cassius gave a hungry snarl before he moved again, enveloping the entire cock in his maw once more. It bumped the back of his throat before sliding down his esophagus, forcing Alex to growl out. He grabbed onto the man's shoulders with both hands, digging in. At first it was just his fingers, but his nails started to darken from ivory to dark brown as claws formed, spilling out of his nail beds. His ears stretched to points, tingling and aching, but that was nothing compared to his mouth.

Every fiber, and far more importantly every bone in Alex's mouth started to feel hot and soft and strange. His jaw clicked and shifted, his teeth feeling like gummy bears as they reshaped and rehardened. Each one was just a little less human and a lot more dangerous, encased with a coating far stronger than any of his teeth had ever been before. His lips felt parched and the tongue that emerged to wet them was longer and more flexible. Loose saliva dribbled down Alex's chin as hundreds of platinum blond hair sprouted from the moisture, growing out in a strip down his chin. When it reached the elfin point of his fair face, it kept going. The strip curved out, arching down like a crescent moon hanging from his face. It complimented the earrings dangling from his now pointed ears.

The look Alex had been brandishing was drunken and lust filled, but his half lidded eyes opened to reveal that a new goldish hue was burning away the stormy bluish green. His eyes were dangerous, wilder, stranger and more unbidden. He panted and grinned and moaned before clawed hands yanked off Cassius' hat, dug into his wavy brown hair and pulled him down tight around that canine cock. Alex began to grunt as he fucked that hot mouth, fucking the throat that had presented itself so eagerly. His toes stung and ached as they tried to flex, instead dragging along new claws that sliced through his socks as if they weren't even there.

Cassius let out muffled groans of satisfaction and contentment, feeling as if he had finally met his purpose. He felt how rough Alex was getting, how wild he was. That only turned him on more, but his lusts weren't just rooted in his own manhood. He derived satisfaction from his mouth, his throat, his hands, his nose, every part of him... and he wanted to welcome Alex to every new part of his body. He pulled off reluctantly from his delicious puppy prick before he turned Alex around.

The force with which the attendant was slammed into the bathroom partition was both alarming and satisfying. The plastic coated metal felt cool against his burning cock. He wasn't even sure what was going on at first when the last of his jumpsuit was yanked down around his ankles. Surely it had to be that Cassius was going to fuck him after turning him, but it wasn't a hot cock he felt nuzzling between his ass cheeks - it was that same tongue. Alex gasped and then roared out as he felt the tongue tease and tempt his pucker. It slid around the rim, testing the sponginess before it tried to dart inside. Alex squirmed as claws broke through the tips of his sneakers, his ring undulating and writhing.

The gas station attendant spread his clawed hands across the partition, bracing his legs as far apart as he could with his uniform tangled around his feet. He began to hump and grind his werecock against the wall, moaning and panting, his abnormally long tongue lolling out of his mouth. He shivered and squirmed, nearly jumping as Cassius' tongue changed tactics. No longer content to circle the outside, Cassius had plunged his long, canine tongue into Alex's pucker. There was resistance at first given that the muscle was only used to letting things pass one way. The intruder was squeezed and squished, but Cassius was not deterred. Just as he had used his tongue to great effect on Alex's cock, he now put it to work on his ass. The tongue slithered in and out, deeper and deeper, exploring and then plumbing his depths.

Every lick and every slurp sealed Alex's fate. It reminded him of eels nestling deep in a reef, or snakes burrowing into the earth. It wasn't even that Cassius' tongue was inhumanly long - it was what he could do with it. It hooked and curved just enough to give resistance, tugging and pushing. It grazed and bumped every sensitive region inside the blond's body. Alex's claws cut through the plastic armor protecting the partition, leaving claw marks of metal peeking through. He panted, hot breath blasting between sharpened fangs. His cock bloated at the base as the knot formed, rounding and extending outward, getting bigger and bigger. He groaned and whined and shifted further as patches of blond fur sprouted from his chest and elbows. Even his muscled bubble butt got a dusting of hair as the cheeks rounded and inflated outward.

Alex was in heaven, there was no denying it. Some small part of him started to wonder if Cassius was getting his just deserts, if he was enjoying himself even half as much as he was getting. He'd have to figure out a way to pay him back for this gift - but that was when Alex remembered it. This whole thing had started over money... Cassius couldn't pay for the gas so he'd given Alex an alternate form of currency. If that was the case, maybe it was Alex's turn to make change.

The blond pushed off from the partition wall and turned back around, reluctantly pulling his ass away from Cassius' eager mouth. Alex's mutated cock wobbled before him, nearly making the bearded beast before him go cross eyed, looking at it from such a close range. He'd seemed like such a predator before, a hunter even, but now the driver looked up with gleaming yellow eyes, his pointed ears quirked and his fangs dripping sticky saliva. It suddenly struck Alex that it was just like any breed of dogs; some looked big and intimidating, but that didn't mean they couldn't have a big heart. Alex grinned.

"Turn around so I can fill up your tank." Alex whispered. Cassius gave a grin and did as he was instructed, turning around. He didn't seem to mind that they were in a dingy bathroom lit only by the grayish green light spilling in through the open door to the outside. He was an animal and this was instinct. He shivered with delight as the smaller male yanked down his pants, revealing a distinctly furry ass and low hanging, darkened balls. Alex murmured, smelling how musky and spicy his partner was. Even the aroma sent holts of energy to his new canine cock. It was pulsing with urgency, with need, with... more blood?

Alex nearly stumbled back, his eyes clenching shut. His lips parted as he let out a groan. His shouts of joy and confusion and pleasure made Cassius squirm all the more because he knew what was happening. He turned, panting hard, watching as Alex's dog dick grew again. It surged out in length and width, tightening and firming, radiating warmth. Alex panted har,d, sweat glistening across his brow. His hands clenched and unclenched, his nails growing into even longer claws. His ears stretched up higher along the sides of his head as his nose darkened and a thin downy layer of fuzz sprouted across his cheeks. He finally forced his eyes open, looking down at his groin.

"Fuck, I'm huge!" He exclaimed.

"Just wait until you grow into it..." Cassius panted, "Or maybe you won't. Maybe it'll always be the biggest part of you." he said dreamily.

"I don't know how I'm going to hide this from anyone..." Alex murmured. Cassius let out a small growl.

"Don't hide it from anyone, give it to me! I need it!" he snarled. Alex turned, seeing the mix of complex emotions on his face. It was true. There were no words, no thoughts. It simply was. Alex licked his lips and moved forward, one clawed hand grasping that furry ass cheek. He pulled it to the side just enough to reveal a pulsating, throbbing, leathery dark tailhole. It seemed to be shuddering with Cassius' heartbeat, almost jiggling hypnotically. It constricted and retracted, tightening and relaxing, beckoning like a steady rhythm, reaching out to Alex, ensnaring him. He took a step forward, then another, then a third... with how much his cock was grown, that was all it took.

A wet squishing sound came as the pointed tip of Alex's canine cock began to spear into that waiting, hungry hole. Cassius growled, claws scratching and skidding across the bathroom tile. Alex eased in an inch, then three, then five. He bore his sharpening teeth as he gave it a thrust, sliding in more and more. He'd made it about half way when he paused, lingered, then pulled back. He made it almost all the way back out before he thrust again, diving even deeper than before. Cassius nearly howled with delight, pushing his ass cheeks back against the assault, clearly enjoying it.

The two built up confidence and momentum in equal portions. Alex thrust and Cassius rebounded. In and out, hot and wet, tight and meaty. They were perfect for one another. Every aspect was weighted and counterbalanced. There was an interesting give and take, almost like a tug of war. The slightest bit of delay in the way Cassius swayed forward and rolled back gave Alex the sensation of drag and resistance, of friction and pressure. It was exhilarating. It was also just the right amount of pleasure to distract Alex from the fact that the delay he was sensing was because Cassius was dealing with an ever changing mass.

The clothes that had been sullied and torn were starting to tighten and constrict. At first it came as a result of growing muscles; the driver had been fit before but as his pecs inflated and his abdominals segmented, he was soon the epitome of physical fitness that many an olympian would have pursued. His biceps and triceps strained the confines of his sleeves until the fabric began to fray and pop, stitches separating and fabric splitting out. As Cassius' shirt rode up, it revealed the forming trail of fur running from his navel down around his groin.

Alex's hands kneaded and massaged the ever more furry ass under his grip. The cheeks rounded and swelled, parting to make room for the hungry tailhole and the urgently hard erection that was pistoning in and out of it. With everything that was going on, he hadn't noticed the extending tendril of flesh, nor the dark fur sprouting from it. The whip-like appendage writhed and shook, shuddering as bone segment after bone segment continued out from where his tailbone had once been,. The tail thickened as a mesh of muscles and ligaments slipped down beneath the skin, anchoring into plate. With the architecture in place, the fur coating began to broaden and widen, growing fluffier and thicker. The tail began to wag back and forth, finally drawing Alex's attention. It was clearly too late.

The pitiful bathroom filled with the sound of tearing clothes as not only Cassius' shirt tore, but his pants as well. Fur covered flesh erupted in all directions, breaking free from the shackles of human existence. The tears were replaced with muffled and deep seeded pops, snaps and crunching noises as Cassius' hips and knees reconfigured. His boots split wider as plump padded toes tipped with deadly claws sprouted from the fronts. The tread peeled free, the leather groaning as it was torn asunder. Every pump, every thrust, every time Alex fucked Cassius ushered forth more growth. A few days ago Alex might have been tender, curious, even careful. Now it only made him fuck the beast harder and faster.

Cassius threw his head to the ceiling, growling and roaring, saliva flinging from fangs as they doubled in length and thickness. His face contorted, his beard softening and evening out into a wolfman like mane of hair. The individual follicles went into overdrive as hair sprouted up higher and higher on his face, conquering his cheeks, then his temples, then his brow. The bone above his eyes swelled outward, but not nearly as fast as his jaw expanded. His mouth pushed forward to make room for bigger teeth and that wicked tongue. His gleaming amber eyes closed, seeing his swelling and broadening nose as the last visage before them. He thrashed and growled, writhing, flicking his head side to side as his human skull reshaped into the protracted muzzle of an animal.

It was hard to pinpoint the exact moment, but as Alex looked down at his partner, it was like a dozen disparate pieces finally clicked together in just the right way. His big pointed furry ears didn't seem so big. His bulging muscles suddenly seemed in proportion. His drooling maw was panting happily as any canine might. He had only a few scraps of clothing left. He was a dog, a beast, a monster, and he had been successfully bred. The last patches of skin disappeared beneath thick wooly brown fur. His body had more than doubled in weight and mass and it seemed his physiology was oddly animal in nature. Alex suspected he could stand with effort, but it seemed like he'd become a beast... his beast... his pet... his dog.

Alex's lips curled as he suddenly thrust in as deep as he could, holding himself there for several seconds. When he finally stopped trying to push and gravity went to pull him back, he wouldn't budge. The base of his cock had expanded, swelling inside of Cassius' ass until it was stuck. He had knotted, he had locked with his partner. His huge canine cock was deep in that wolf's wellspring. Alex shook, shuddered and then howled as he threw his head back, feeling his swollen balls delivering a sudden and powerful rush. A few measly spurts of his human cum were the last to leave his manhood before a thick, sticky, copious, almost obscene amount of semen unleashed itself deep into Cassius' bowels.

Cassius' ears flattened, his tongue lolling out of his muzzle as he hunkered down. With a few good humps against the tile floor of the bathroom, he too came. Alex's canine ears perked as he heard the wet, sticky torrent of wolf spooge hitting the floor and spreading into a tacky lake. Alex exhaled with a long, slow, deliberate breath. Something inside of him felt complete. It had taken the expenditure of more semen than he'd ever produced before in his life to make him put it into his words. He'd spent his life running on fumes, never fueled by life. It had taken filling someone else up to fill himself. He had a point, a purpose, a reason for being.... And he was going to enjoy every minute of it.

****

The day had been long and gray, the thunder coming as an empty threat that was never delivered. The strange greenish hue in the sky had ignited into shades of burnt sienna, umber, rust and fire. The endless haze scattered the setting sunlight and created a glow that was eerie and inspiring, unsettling and captivating. The silhouette of evergreens on the horizon rose up like the outline of teeth, turning the mountain range into the great jaw of some ancient and imagined creature. In the midst of it all, the Grab and Gulp stood out as some displaced artifact or relic of a culture that didn't quite belong in the flats.

From somewhere far down the curve, two gleaming white lights pierced the orange glow of sunset. They were close together, angled slightly outward. They looked less like headlights and more like the eyes of some mechanical animal. A steady, sonorous, powerful growl emanated from its belly. The motorcycle's tires gripped especially well given the lack of moisture, gripping the parched gray road. The bike had sped along without obstacle or resistance for several miles, slowing only as it approached the humming neon lights of the gas station's boxy roof.

The engine's roar fell as the bike took a lazy circle down the side road, rounding out its trajectory as it pulled into the lot. The vehicle did not head for the pumps but instead angled toward a remote corner near the convenience store. The bike pulled to a stop, the engine finally sputtering off as the rider turned the key and withdrew it, bringing it up to slide it into the pocket of his well worn black and red leather jacket. His hands slipped up, pulling the helmet off to reveal a mane of long, straight black hair and a sun kissed, cinnamon hued complexion.

Honey brown eyes blinked a few times before raising, noting the battered custom truck parked in the far corner of the lot. His eyebrow rose a bit when he heard the clicking of nails on metal and a humongous shaggy brown dog circled around the bed of the truck before laying down again, resting its head on the metal, its ears twitching a bit. It was the biggest canine that Diego had ever seen and it didn't seem to have a leash. The sight was enough to distract the young man even as Alex emerged from the market carrying an Icee cup.

"You're early, Diego." Alex smiled, "Want a milkshake?" he asked. Diego turned to regard his co-worker.

"I didn't think we had a milkshake machine in the market." he commented, trying to remember when Alex had grown that goatee... He didn't remember it, but it was several inches long, curving out and down from his chin in a crescent. His uniform looked a lot more snug as well. Alex chuckled at the comment.

"Well, we don't technically have one, but if you get creative and mix and match available resources. It's vanilla cream, I hope you don't mind." Alex said, offering it over. Diego accepted the cup and looked in. Having made his fair share of Icees on hot days, it was a little strange to see the contents as a milky, syrupy gooey concoction but he was sure that Alex had sampled it himself at some point. He bowed his head in thanks before sidling off the motorcycle, standing up to his full height a few inches taller than Alex.

"What's the story on the truck?" Diego asked, pausing, "And the dog?"

"I bought the truck off a traveler for cheap, he didn't have enough money to pay for the gas." Alex said, "And I got myself a dog too. He's a big ol' mut." Alex said, gazing back in Cassius' direction, his own enhanced member quivering at the thought of their earlier passions, "He's quite friendly once you get to know him." Alex said.

"You bought a truck?! And got a dog?" Diego asked, his shock turning into a sly smile, "I didn't think you had it in you for that kind of commitment." he smirked.

"Oh trust me Deeg, I'm happy to get into all sorts of things." Alex grinned, "I'm thinking of putting in some over time tonight. I could help cover your breaks if you want?" he offered. Diego's eyes widened once more with surprise.

"I wouldn't object to some company, thanks man, that's really a nice offer." Diego said. Alex nodded happily at that.

"Enjoy the milkshake." he said, putting his hands into the pocket of his jumpsuit as he moved off towards his truck. Diego lifted the milkshake up, bringing the red plastic straw to bare. His cheeks sucked in as he drew pressure. After a bit of resistance, the thick cream erupted into his mouth. Despite being chilled like any milkshake, the contents were salty and savory. There was a sweetness, what Diego could only assume was a coconut icee syrup, but whatever Alex had mixed was strange. Still, it was oddly satisfying.

Diego crossed the gas station lot, sucking and sucking on the milkshake, unaware of the growing erection in his pants or the fact that the peach fuzz above his upper lip was darkening into a mustache. Alex leaned against the truck with a grin, feeling his own cock still throbbing from the hard work he'd done milking himself. It wouldn't take long to see Diego start to turn and he couldn't wait to see what they'd be able to get up to. Cassius gave out a soft ruff as he moved over and laid his head on Alex's shoulder. The gas station attendant reached up, rubbing the fluff between his partner's ears, his grin betraying teeth that were just a bit too sharp to be human.