Choosing Beggar

Anon paced back and forth, barely able to contain his excitement. He did it. A few minutes ago, he had gotten the legendary digits 87654321 with his post.

“Please, just take me to ADHG land with waifurs as far as the eye can see. I want to be dominated so badly.”

He marveled at his get, but it was short lived. His wish had been granted. One blink later, and he was no longer in his room, but in the middle of a huge city.

The suddenness of it might have startled him were it not for what milled about the sidewalks: Big, BEEG women. Furry, scaly, fishy, chitinous, and many more. Even the smallest of them were his height. There were other human men in the crowd too, but who cares about those fuckers, we’re focusing on Anon here.

Diverse sets of eyes scanned over him as they walked. Some were darker, hungrier, and undeniably interested in him. and made Anon’s chest flutter. Thankfully, none of them acted on those primal desires. He’d say yes to just about anything that was asked of him.

Heart thumping, he had to get out of there before he made a rash decision. He pushed through the crowds carefully, trying not to look like a manic little goblin as he did. The density thinned as he went, until finally, he found a spot in a nearby alley that was free of others.

That brings us to now. His shoes squeaked with every pop and turn. There were so many choices. Too many choices. It was like he’d gotten a ticket to the best buffet in the world, but he’d only be able to choose one dish.

Mentally kicking himself for coming up with a food analogy, he took a sharp breath and steadied himself. Chill out and narrow it down. What was he looking for?

She had to be a good bit bigger than him, so no rabbits, mice, or smaller ones. Something really strong. A ravenous sex drive that didn’t care if he got roughed up. In fact, the rougher the better. He needed to get FUCKED UP.

A few options floated around in his mind before he heard a voice from deeper in the alley.

“Well, well, well,” trailed a voice on the verge of laughter, “what do we have here?”

Out from the steam of the alley emerged a trio of hyenas. They all wore dark leather jackets and had lascivious smiles with big, pointy teeth. The biggest of them was rocking a baseball bat and a mohawk. Oh, hell yeah!

“Looks like a skinny wandered off the beaten path, and right into our little den,” chimed the smallest of the bunch.

“It does look like that, doesn’t it?” asked the other as she boxed me in from the side.

“Hmm… what to do, what to do.” The leader grinned even harder as she slid the bat slowly between my legs. “Got any suggestions?”

Anon’s face was absolutely beaming. Could this day get any better? Dreams really do come true!

“Are you going to rape me?!” he said with an ill fitting enthusiasm.

The trio all stiffened as they processed what he said. “Huh?” they said all at once.

“Slap me around, whip me with those belts, suffocate me by sitting on my face” he rattled off like a kid on Santa’s lap, completely unaware of their reactions. “Maybe spit in my eye a bit.”

When he had stopped, he suddenly noticed their faces had dropped. The two flunkies had backed up and the leader’s mohawk visibly drooped.

“I…” One started before stopping.

“Um… boss?”

The leader’s bat pulled back. She grabbed Anon’s shoulder, but before he could get excited, she started to push him back to the entrance of the alley.

“The streets that way. There’s a real good therapist over on Main named Mark. Why don’t you go talk to him, and not come over here again, aye?”

“What?” was all Anon could say before he was once again on the sidewalk. By the time he looked back, the hyenas were already hightailing it out of there.

His face flushed red in equal parts embarrassment and anger as he realized what happened. How do you drop your spaghetti so hard you aren’t taken advantage of? Idiot. You can’t rape the willing. Taking a deep breath, he patted the proverbial dust from himself and started walking again.

So what if he didn’t get Yeen’d? Gangbangs were cringe anyway. He didn’t need a pack for some rough love. Monogamy was more his style.

In the midst of his coping, night was beginning to fall. As the majority of businesses slowed down, some were just ramping up. Of course! Good ol’ dive bars. That was just where to look for a trashy woman who’d put him in his place properly. With any luck, it might even be a FUB.

He wandered toward the closest bar he could find and entered inside. The atmosphere was pretty damn grotty, with cheap decorations strewn around the walls and cigarette smoke being spewed freely. The bell over the door turned a few heads his way before they all went back to their own business. He could still feel their eyes checking him out while pretending otherwise. Good, very good.

Taking a seat at the bar, Anon pulled out his phone and acted nonchalant. It would only be a matter of time until-

“Sir?” He jerked his head up. The bartender, a pantheress, slid a big margarita glass toward him. “Courtesy of the lady with the trucker hat.” She jabbed a thumb to the right.

Following it, he saw her. Sitting many seats down the bar was a big hippo wearing a trucker hat, puffy vest, and torn up denim jeans. She winked at him, sending a hot feeling through his entire body.

That thick, greyish skin. Those pelvis crushing hips. Oh mama, he hit the jackpot!

Taking the drink with him, he sauntered over to the wonderful woman. “Hey there. Mind if I take a seat?”

“By all means sugar. Sit wherever you like~” Her voice was deeper but still had a distinctly feminine quality to it.

Deciding to go slower this time, Anon didn’t immediately sit in her lap, but instead the chair next to her. He sipped the drink sultrily. Or, rather, he tried. The drink felt far more potent than he had expected and he coughed a bit as he realized this.

The hippo, laughing, pat him on the back heartily. “Hahaha! Shoot, I dun forgot you boys ain’t used to real drinks! My bad.”

Feeling a light buzz already from the drink, he tried to roll with it. “No problem. It tastes pretty good.”

They passed the half hour making idle chatter while he took smaller sips. Despite this, his head felt like it was swimming in a tidepool. The hell did they put in this stuff? Oh! In his drunken mind, it made perfect sense to ask, “Did you ruffie me?”

All warmth in the hippo’s face was extinguished instantly. “What? No? Why would you say that?”

Instead of catching on to the situation and not having a repeat of earlier in the alley, Anon giggled to himself and got closer. “Do you wanna?” he whispered to her, the peach flavored alcohol heavy on his breath.

The rhino went silent, her face stern. Sighing, she pulled out a ratty looking wallet and put a ten on the counter.

“Sorry, but I just can’t with this sugar. Take care now.” She pat him on the shoulder again, much more gingerly this time, then got up and exited the bar.

He stared at the door longingly as his dommy mommy slipped out of his fingers. Aw man. He did it again.

Just what does a guy have to do to get sexually exploited around here? Left high and dry, he wet his whistle some more before heading out himself. He must have taken a bigger drink of it than he realized, because he felt bloody smashed not ten steps out.

Ugh, holly feckh.” (Ugh, holy fuck)

All pretenses of walking were out the window now. He was full out stumbling and shambling around the dark streets. He tried to move one foot after another, but it was like his body’s connection with his brain was lagging.

Perhaps he should have edged away from the road, because when the edge of his shoe got caught on an uneven section, he fell to the asphalt. Screech! The wheels of a vehicle skidded to a stop mere inches from hitting him.

Dam! phat wash cloth.” (Damn! That was close.)

From the ground, he saw the car that had nearly run him over was some kind of luxury brand. The driver door popped open. A pair of worried eyes behind a black, furry mask emerged. Clacking heels went around until she was standing over him.

“Oh my god, are you alright?”

He focused his eyes on her. Raccoon? She had a form fitting business suit that accentuated her curves well and made the colors of her fur pop. From this angle it looked like she might be the same height as him, if not a bit shorter. Beautiful for sure, but not really to Anon’s tastes. That shorter snout also meant she’d be on the tamer side anyway. Pass.

Realizing what she said, he tore himself from his horny thoughts and nodded. “Eyme oakayy.” (I’m okay.)

The look in her face slowly morphed from concern to appraisal. “Huh, you’re pretty cute.”

She put forward one of those grabby hands of hers. When taking it, Anon got peeled off the ground and put back on his feet. He nearly puked but managed to keep it down, merely slumping instead.

Fanksh.” (Thanks.)

She looked back and forth along the road before taking on a poorly concealed leer. “I think I ought to take you with me.” Pulling out a keyfob, she pushed a button, opening the back driver side door on her car. “Just to make sure you’re fine, of course.”

Anon’s eyes went wide as she guided him in with surprising strength. “Yore naught mie tipe.” (You’re not my type.)

“Oh, your speech is so slurred. Don’t you worry, I’m taking you to my penthouse right now.”

She got him into the backseat and buckled him up. Even in his heavily inebriated state, he could tell just how expensive it was. A dark realization clicked with him.

Waith, eyme gain findomed!” (Wait, I’m getting findomed!)

The car zoomed off toward a high rise. Anon wanted to wail about the cruelties of the world and how this was bad rape, but blacked out instead
From behind the wheel, the raccoon’s fuzzy face was absolutely beaming. Could this night get any better? Dreams really do come true!

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Pub: 02 Feb 2026 07:20 UTC

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