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I knew that they were lizard people plants when I heard them say they were from Wyoming. Thinking that they'd traveled through Wyoming; that's one thing--humans can't resist the Moon signals the lizard people bounce off Saturn's rings, so they're fooled every time. But even the reptoids' mind control rays can't create enough false memories to make you think you're from Wyoming.

They prepaid for their gas, all innocent looking enough, and went back out to their vehicle. I kept watching them out of the corner of my eye, and once they weren't watching, I lifted the phone off the hook, and made a call. It rang four times before he picked up. "Olly. We got lizards, five of them," I said as soon as he answered.

"... Why?" he asked, voice annoyed, after a few seconds. Over the phone, I heard someone else moving. Not Olly.

"It's five thirty in the morning, dude. Your turn on call." A muffled curse from the other end of the line. "I can fake pump problems for a bit; change and get over here." I listened. "And Sarah, I want you too; they've got three of the fast ones." Muttering from the other end, now; not Olly. I'd probably interrupted them, but I didn't give a damn. Without waiting for anything more, I hung up the phone, and thumbed a switch under the counter. I didn't have to wait five minutes before the male came stomping in.

"It says, 'Put in card to receive service!' We already paid you!" I put on my very best befuddled look.

"It should be working, sir. Let me make sure it processed correctly." I clicked around on the computer for a few minutes, dragging it out as much as I could. "Hmm..." He made an angry growl in the back of his throat. "The payment went through, sir, but the pump didn't get the message. I'll manually override it." I clicked around a little more.

If he could have actually seen the monitor, he'd known I was playing Bejeweled, but we made sure they couldn't see what we were doing. And it wasn't like the reptoids actually understood Earth computers. I didn't particularly well either; but the last time we'd gotten legitimate customers I'd actually had to make transactions for was months ago. Hardly anyone tried to go through to Wyoming (well, eastern Wyoming), and no one who lived here used a car.

If the lizard people were smarter, they might have wondered why there were no cars visible anywhere here, and why the few businesses and houses we had didn't have roads linking them, but they always seemed remarkably good at not noticing what was right in front of them.

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It took a few more minutes of delays before I caught the scent of cat and mustelid on the breeze. I was outside the gas station at that point, standing next to the pump. The big male was ranting at me. "I don't know what the fuck your problem is!" I dearly wanted to snap at the finger he was pointing in my face, but it wouldn't do to strike while he was looking right at me.

Two sets of yellow eyes appeared a few dozen meters beyond the edge of the circle of light cast by the flickering overhead lamps, peeking around the back of the gas station. One set was at waist height and belonged to a mountain lion, the other was at what humans would consider "normal" and belonged to a marten, but in her hybrid form. Olly and Sarah, finally. I couldn't signal to them, but most of the reptoids were looking at me. Not all of them, though. One of the smaller ones was looking back at them, right when they'd tried to get a good look at where I was.

We like to surprise our enemies, ideally when our teeth are closing around their throats. It's what comes naturally to us since most of us are ambush predators; it's also just safer. But sometimes there was nothing for it. This was one of those times; the second the smaller reptoid saw yellow eyes they let out a godsawful shriek that let me wincing, and their skin started peeling off. Every reptoid's gaze snapped to where Olly and Sarah were.

I'd hoped to be playing the role of a distraction, but don't let it be said I can't make use of an opportunity when I'm offered one. A second's concentration sent fur spreading across my body. My stance shifted forwards as my tail crackled into existence and my legs shifted so I was standing on my toes. Outlines grew sharper, but colors more washed out, as my eyeshine came into being, and scents grew stronger as my muzzle formed. The night breeze swept across my fur; my clothes vanished with the change. It was fast, and quiet--even if they'd heard a thing, they'd only have had a split second to react.

I swiped at the neck of the male. False skin and real scales parted under my claws as I carved open his throat. Glowing blue ichor stained my hands as he fell.

The female turned my way, then, letting out another one of those shrieks, but she was alone. The three small ones were already rushing at Olly and Sarah, their false skins lying shredded on the ground. Out of them, they were still humanoid--but they were too tall, and whip thin, with bulbous heads and uniform rows of sharp teeth. Green scales like an alligator's covered their bodies. But my attention was focused on the large female as she lunged for me.

I twisted out of the way of her first strike, but her second left lines of pain across my belly. My hand snapped out towards her midsection, but I'd lost the element of surprise and I gouged her but didn't kill her. And then she was pouncing on me, sending me crashing to the ground.

They're all stronger than they should be, the reptoids. The small ones can dent sheet metal. The big ones? I once saw one crush a brick. An old brick, but still. Once they got their hands on you, you didn't stand much of a chance.

I went straight for her throat the second she laid a finger on me. Needle-sharp vulpine teeth bit down hard, and ripped. The grip on my arms slackened instantly, and the taste of chicken filled my mouth. I spat the flesh out and shoved her off me, staggering to my feet.

Olly and Sarah had already dealt with their's. The bodies were scattered on the ground. They wouldn't need my help tonight.

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I finished scrubbing the ichor off my claws and when back outside to join the others, at the back of the gas station. The bodies were already evaporating, and the blood would soon follow, but it always made me feel greasy afterwards. Olly was full cat already, and washing himself; Sarah was clean already and guzzling water. "That's the fourth large group this week. They're getting more common."

"They're getting wise to us. We'll have to do something about that soon." Sarah set her water bottle aside, and looked to the east. The blue-black of night was starting to lighten. "It'll wait until the council meeting." She got up, stretching and flicking her tail back and forth. Cum dripped onto the ground.

I eyed her. "Why were you fucking and not ready to go when I needed you?" Olly was abruptly interested in the back wall. The bodies were nearly gone, now.

"I forgot to adjust my watch back and that room doesn't have windows. We thought it was first shift." I stared at him for a few seconds.

"Seriously dude?" You'd think cats couldn't look guilty, but right then, he did. "... Fine, I won't tell anyone else. But be more careful." Sarah cast a glance into the storefront, then vanished inside. I looked after her. Near six. First shift should be arriving any moment. About a minute later the marten returned with two beers. The brown bottles nearly blended into the chestnut fur coating her naked body, but I could hear the clicking of glass on glass.

I accepted one, popped the top off with a claw, and took a swig. Ah, the taste of cold beer. There were times when the elements of my old life weren't unwelcome. "Outpost said that that was the last car tonight."

"What were the other ones?" Olly asked.

"Some lost scientists who'd thought they'd been to Thunder Basin, someone trying to get to Devil's Tower, and a young couple trying to visit family in Colorado."

"Hmm." I looked at Sarah.

"What?"

"You ever wonder if Devil's Tower actually exists?"

"It's in Wyoming, of course it doesn't."

"Yellowstone's really in Idaho. Maybe Devil's Tower's in South Dakota." I had to think about that for a few moments.

"Nah."

"Hey, it could be!"

"Nah. I know Yellowstone exists because we've been there. Do you know anyone who's been to Devil's Tower? It's like Bielefeld."

We drank in silence for a few minutes. Well, Sarah and I did. Olly moved on from cleaning the ichor off his feet and moved onto licking his balls and sheath. Sarah watched him for a couple minutes, smirking. "Dude. You're getting that wet right after we get off shift." She leaned back deliberately, spreading her legs to show her lower lips. She was wet as anything, and it wasn't just what was left from Olly fucking her. The marten was turned on. I could smell it, that sharp spicy scent of arousal. Both Olly's and my gaze went down; his nostrils flared and his mouth opened as he tasted the air. I could feel myself getting moist just looking at her, with knowledge of what was going to come next.

I couldn't help it, I reached down with a couple fingers and slipped them inside myself, starting to tease myself as my juices began to flow. Sarah caught my eye and smirked wider, thumbing her own clit. "I call his cock first."

"Then I'm calling your tongue." She only grinned wider.

Next shift would be arriving any second, but we didn't bother to find privacy; why hide when a keen nose would tell all, and most of us went nude whenever possible? I could see Olly's cock starting to slip from his sheath even now, and could hear the plick plick sounds of his and my arousal hitting the ground.

He sauntered over to Sarah, giving me a good view of his balls and erect cock, and straddled her as she lay back on the grass, legs parted to give him easy access. She was big enough, and he low enough to the ground, that he could just sink his barbed length into her in one fluid motion. Sarah leaned her head back and a satisfied sigh escaped her muzzle as he entered her. Olly licked along her throat and up her chin as he drew back, then thrust in again. Already he was purring.

I had an ideal view of the action where I was standing. Olly's barbs were dragging the cum he'd put in her back out, where it dripped from his spines onto the underside of Sarah's tail. Sarah's juices dripped from both their groins, matting the fur there. The pace must have been agonizingly slow for them both, but that would only make their orgasms more intense--and it made an appealing enough sight for me that I was loathe to move, even if it meant I couldn't have Sarah's tongue inside of me. Oh, they weren't trying to put on a show for me, but the angle was just perfect.

I curled my fingers inside my cunt, gently brushing against my clitoris. My juices stained my fingers, strands of them dripping down to splatter on the ground. I did not bother with slowness; once I got the position right I set a rapid pace, fingers rubbing briskly over my most sensitive spots. One orgasm standing here, I decided, and then I could crouch over Sarah. Long as they were taking, I was sure I could get off once before they were done fucking.

Pleasure built in a wave as I frigged myself. Towards the end, it drowned out the sounds of Sarah and Olly's pleasure. And then it crested just as I was pulling my fingers free, and my mind went blank for a few ecstatic moments as my inner walls squeezed around nothing and my juices splattered on the ground in a puddle. My legs grew weak, and I nearly fell to all fours.

Awareness of the outside world came back. My inner thighs were stained with my femcum. Olly and Sarah were still at it, though from the cum leaking out around his cock I was pretty sure he'd just cum. Both were too wrapped up in each other to notice my activities, not that they'd have cared if they did. The rest of the next shift, I noted, was heading over to their post; they'd have to have walked right past us.

After a second to get my balance, I walked around, and squatted over Sarah's head. Even in her half-aware state, the marten knew what to do when her field of vision was taken up by bared wet spade. She leaned back and gave me a long lick. I was a little sensitive still--werecreature sexual recovery only goes so far--but lapping on the outside was more than fine. Sarah started eagerly lapping up the mess I'd made of myself, though despite her best efforts a lot was getting on her muzzle.

With my arousal more of a slow burn than a raging fire, I turned my attention to Olly and rubbed him behind the ears. As occupied with fucking Sarah as he was, he didn't respond much, but I knew he liked it. He was nuzzling her throat, where her fur was slick with spit from the grooming he'd been giving her.

Sarah's tongue slipped inside of me, stoking the flames of my building orgasm. My legs shook slightly, but this close to the ground I could brace myself. "More," I got out, and she seemed to hear me because she started tongue-fucking me harder. As my pleasure started to rise again, time seemed to slip away. But as I started to near my second orgasm of the night, I could tell that she wasn't far away either. Her motions were growing jerkier inside of me, and the scent of her arousal was rising.

We came together. Sarah pulled her tongue out of me just in time to let out a gasp as she came around Olly's cock, but she'd driven me close enough to orgasm that I was teetering on the edge. Even without her touch, I came, my juices splattering across her muzzle and her throat. Some got on Olly's forehead, too.

I collapsed to the ground panting and shaking, instinctively shifting to my full fox form as I went. My keen ears picked up the wet sounds of Olly withdrawing, and I looked over quick enough to see the strands of their mixed juices connecting them break as he stepped away. "Give me a second," I gasped out. I still wanted that barbed length inside of me, but I'd need a few moments.

Olly, of course, did not. He sat down, cock still proudly erect and twitching in the cool night air. Feline recovery speed was a hell of a thing, even for males. His was effectively zero, really. For her part Sarah was content to lie back and enjoy her post-orgasm glow, a dreamy look on her face.

After a few seconds, I pushed myself to my feet and raised my hindquarters, tail flagged to the side. "You sure you can take me like that?" Olly asked.

"Dude, I've taken wolves like this; you're not that big. Just fuck me." I didn't need to say another word. He clambered over me and crouched low, bracing his paws on either side of me. I could see him above me; my head brushed against the fur between his front legs. Then he drove himself into me. I let out a hiss of pleasure as I felt his barbed spire fill me. "And no going slow. Fuck me hard."

Olly didn't need more encouragement than that. He set a rapid pace, and I could feel every one of those spines tug against my sensitive spots. They weren't sharp, and they weren't hard; they felt fantastic inside of me as they brushed against my clit. My tongue lolled out of my jaws as my mind was awash with pleasure. He couldn't bite my nape properly like this, but the rest of it more than made up for it.

I could feel the mountain lion's feline cock twitching, and starting to leak precum. It wouldn't be long; Olly wasn't the type to hold back his pleasure, not when he could keep pleasing me right after he came. Sure enough, seconds later he jerked inside me, and I could feel a sudden pleasant fullness as his cum flooded my pussy. But he kept thrusting. I could feel myself emptying again as he dragged out his own cum to puddle on the ground beneath us.

A whine escaped my maw; I couldn't help it. Without his cum inside of me I just felt... well, empty. His cock was still rapidly pistoning into me, his barbs promising a quick path to my third orgasm of the morning, but in that moment? I wished he'd had a knot.

That thought had only just formed in my mind before it was driven away by the force of my orgasm. I clenched hard along the cougar's cock, my passage rippling to pull what remained of his contribution deeper into my body. With a gasp, I flopped to the ground. My legs couldn't hold me up any longer.

But Olly didn't disappoint. Even as he was withdrawing, his cock twitched and he came a second time within me, filling me.

I lay there for a few seconds, the aftershocks of my orgasm fitfully drawing his cum deeper inside of me. Then I maneuvered and started cleaning myself, careful to keep what was within me inside me, where it belonged. Sarah, I noticed, was in her full marten form.

We licked ourselves clean for a bit before Sarah asked, "You two want to catch breakfast?"

"Could go for it," Olly said.

I looked up from cleaning my spade long enough to say, "Well, we _did_work up an appetite."