"Hey, gurl, over there!" yipped Dillon excitedly. "I already spotted it, sister!" Henry replied as he turned towards the stop elevated over the freeway, not noticing the sign shifting from some fast food place to "Scat Stop", an illustration of a tiny coyote boi crouching over accompanying it, with a massive pile of shit below them. The Eversons rapidly turning pink station wagon zipped quickly there and by a pump, turning heads even before the fully nude and canid family stepped out of the car into a packed lot. "Sure are a lot of people around, sisters." said Lynard, before farting, and the rest of the family followed, shit soon following, flying right into passers-by, whom quickly going from looks of disgust shifted to smiles, before erect cocks ripped through their clothes until they remembered they never wore any in the first place. A couple wiped some of the crap off and ate it. "Wow, thanks for the show and the snack!" said the former woman of the two, before both of them had their frames compacted to half their heights and their width equalled out, fur fluffing out of their skin and ears triangulizing. "No problem, sisters! I can help you two blow off some steam, if you'd like!" Dillon said to the two. As they chatted, other people in the crowd became feminine males. The Eversons car parked at the gas pumps converted all the oil to pure coyote piss, and it's engine changed to magically run with it. The pump tips changed to coyote dicks, and warning signs about the pumps disappeared about the same time as coyote bois began to shove pumps up their thicc little asses. Other coyote bois finished transforming, and outside restroom signs disappeared and those inside the bathrooms disappeared just as they did to reappear hunched over on a parking space, now additionally marked with "public dump area" shitting way too much to be physically possible. The outside of the stop was now a little coyote sausage party. Dillon and the rest of the Eversons had started an orgy with practically everyone outside of the stop, with Dillon in the center of a ball of fur. Scat, piss, and cum all mixing in a mess of incontinent sex. And they couldn't enjoy it any more than they were, the twins fucked each other as others fucked them, finding other pups in the ball to join in with as well. Lynard and Henry both were off on different sides of the ball, fucking random bois and them fucking back, sometimes mixing it up by eating some shit or blowing another coyote. The coyotes all started to feel themselves leading up to a combined orgasm, something that happens femboi orgies. With a combined howl, they all let off, cum coating each other and some humans that had wondered what the noise was, quickly being covered in the follow up shit, clothes dissolving, jerking off their canine cocks. *pant**pant* "I'm spent, sister!" Said Dillon, still trapped under some preteen fempup. "How about we check out what they've got to eat, gurl?" Henry replied. The crowd of spent coyote bois also murmured in agreement, and the twins, too tired to even chant about food, joined hands with their last partner and walked towards the sliding entrance doors. Three masturbating former humans stood outside the entrance in all their 3 foot statures, fur drenched in scat and cum like everyone else, and the crowd of coyotes smirked at the show and smacked each of their asses as they passed them, precum spraying out as they yelped a bit in surprise each time. Everyone inside the establishment stared in shock at the disgusting display of obviously diseased coyote bois before them, before the smell reached their noses and they slowly returned back to their meals, overlooking the freeway below. A few thought it odd as they tore into a scat patty, but the burning sensation of their taste buds dying was normal, tounge extending to better get that flavor, and others a little odder when their erect rockets scraped against dried cum under the tables, but they all quickly thought it normal. A half dozen patrons ran to the restroom downstairs to escape the smell, before it fazed out of existence, and they felt a very tight sensation in their bowels. Quickly, they ran to the balcony that had just materialized, pulling down their pants as their ass grew and legs shruuunk, floofy tail puffing out of nowhere. "Aaahhh, that's better. Nothing like a freeway shit." one said as his scat hit cars below in massive quantities, before the cars transformed into convertibles, except they didn't have tops. Scat flooded their cars, all of them turning various shades of hottest neon pink ever, and the people inside to bois who'd wolf down that waste (or is it coyote down?). Coyotes would continue to swap out, never stopping to fill more coyote cars with meals to go, each boi relieving themselves gaining a nametag with the scat stop logo above it. Back inside, the Eversons were trying to decide what to order from the menu, along with the rest of the 50-some furs from the fuckfest. They thought it faster if they all decided on one thing. What would all of them order?