Headcanon,
Alpha gas station attendants are allowed to work through their pre-rut all the way to full rut. Depending on the type of station.
You can feel it in the way your teeth ache.
It’s not even 20 minutes into your shift when the pre-rut symptoms start edging in. Symptoms that give you more energy than you need.
As far as your instincts can tell this little cubicle of a gas station is your den. Which isn’t wrong with how many hours you’ve spent inside its walls.
But still, your employer might not take kindly to you bearing teeth at the asshole littering..
But there’s not much you can do, when it is peak. Where you are stuck in this box for the next, oh seven hours.
Later, when peak is melting into something manageable, you take a breath.
There is extra energy still wound up but you’re conserving that for closing chores. Short bursts are managed by record breaking refunds and subsequent staplings.
Positively, it doesn’t seem like your patrons noticed, with interactions barely lasting a minute. But you’re cautious in keeping the sliding glass closed and your wrists scent glands inside.
Not everyone wants a nose full of active pheromones. Yourself included.
So you’re grateful, as the flow slows to a trickle.
It gives you time to grind aching molars together in a mockery of claiming. For you to stomp out the aggression that’s been slow cooking all day. To further resist the urge to scent this “den”.














