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In the year 2080, many cities around the globe have evolved to what people of far earlier times envisioned the future to be. A cyberpunk dystopia where the rich are comfortable at the top and the poor are struggling to get by day to day. It didn’t help that it separated completely by species. With humans being at the top and anthro’s being at the bottom respectively. Ever since they first came about, humans were racist towards them. As the divide between rich and poor grew, the racism died down for the most part except for the rich, who stuck with the old racism against anthro’s in their exclusive clique.

With this set, we’re going to be diving into a member of this elite hierarchy. He is the son of a wealthy couple that is often ignored by his parents ever since he came to be of adult age. Although he was a guy, he often dressed and acted like a woman. His parents didn’t care that he did such things, as that did not interfere with his education or upbringing. Such ignorance has led to exploration of the Ethernet in the times he had alone, browsing whatever was searchable. This ultimately fueled his kinky side along with maintaining a feminine figure. The fuel was something that would be considered taboo in the rich society.

He was watching underground livestreams of a group that were up and coming in the underground scene. They were a group of shemales of many different species of anthro’s. It was an all anthro group. They had the appeal of being violent, brash, while also being sexually appealing. While women were not as appealed, the male demographic were their focus and clientele. While he could not use his real name because of his status and riches, he used an alias called Brandon. We’ll be calling him that for safety reasons. With that said, Brandon was a fan of these anthro shemales. He had no interest in women, something his parents were initially upset with, but grew to tolerate. He liked their looks and worked hard to imitate them, though the lack of a cock was a turn off. The reason why he liked these shemales is because they had the looks along with well endowed cocks that would make any cock loving slut drool.

He could not hide that he was a cock loving slut. He wanted to feel the real thing but had to settle with toys since trying to do anything in this rich society could negatively hurt has family name. He would practice with these toys to be prepared for the real thing. Brandon wanted the real thing desperately, and when the opportunity finally came, he went for it. The group were looking for some work, living in the slums was difficult. Brandon had organized a meeting place to meet a representative for the group. It was also an opportune time as his family was away for the weekend on a business trip.

He lamented covering his face with a mask, but he had to when he was taking his trip to the slums. No one could know who he was. He also loaded up a suitcase full of credits. He could always write this off as expenses for beauty and food, along with personal things. It was enough to cover the cost plus a little extra. He’d consider it little as it made not even a dent in the funds he had, but for slum dwellers, it was like winning the lottery. It was a way to say thanks for the content and services they do. He put on his best skirt and top along with a hoodie where he can safely put on the mask and have it sit there without it falling off, incase the mask’s holds get knocked off.

Admittedly he couldn’t help but smile from cheek to cheek when he saw how cute he was. He had to stop admiring himself however before he was going to be late for the meetup.

A Half Hour Later

He was at the slums. He was in bewilderment as it was different than what he was shown during his teachings and propaganda. Sure, the slums were not as pretty and pristine as the rich city above all of this, but it was not as bad as they described it.

Even so, he had to be careful. He was a walking target with a good sum of credits, he would be an easy target to rob…

“I’m sure the meeting place was here… It was what she told me…” Brandon said getting a tad worried. He did not pay attention behind him as the person he was supposed to meet showed up behind him. She was a border collie that wearing low cut pants and a tank top. Her bulge spilled out of her pants but was completely covered by the panties she was wearing. Brandon felt his heart skip a beat as he felt said bulge rub against his back. It felt so...big and weighty.

“Judging by what you’re carrying, I take it you’re Brandon.” She said as he turned around to see her. He nearly dropped the suitcase. She was everything he imagined.

“Y-Yeah.” He hesitantly answered her, still taken aback by how she looked.

“Good. Follow.” She had such a dominating presence over him… and he liked it. Brandon was getting aroused the longer he stared. His cock pressed against the panties he was wearing and threatened to spill out. He followed closely behind her, nearly to the point that her tail would hit his mask. “Jeez, quit following so close…”

Eventually, Brandon and the collie reached the gang’s hideout. He was amazed by the way the way it looked. That pales in comparison to the cast of shemales that he saw. Cats, dogs, even zebra’s. They surrounded Brandon soon after he stepped inside. As many as twenty shemales had him surrounded. This started making him nervous.

“Girls stand down. This is one of our clients.” One of them spoke. It was clearly their leader as the other girls backed away from him. It was an Labrador Retriever. She was stacked, packed and dripping in both appeal and dangerousness. She walked towards Brandon, not stopping until he fell on his ass. “My, what a cute boy…”

For safety reasons, we’ll call the Labrador Rochelle. Rochelle did not waste time into grabbing at his mask to remove it. She was taken aback by what she saw.

“Ow…”

“Well now, what is a noble human doing down here in the slums?” Rochelle said before taking the briefcase from him.

“I-I came to request your services.” Brandon said, trying not to be forced into silence by her presence.

“For what? For what reason would a noble travel all the way down to the slums? Better answer quickly.” Rochelle had a short temper.

“I’m you’re biggest fan!” He said almost too ecstatically. He was erect now and could not hide it. He knew his size could not even match any of the women, even the smallest one was bigger than him.

“A rich feminine boy like you a fan of us, that’s a load of bullshit if I’ve ever heard some.”

“No, I’m serious! I came here with a suitcase full of credits. Check the case. I came here because I want to be fucked by you ladies!” Rochelle checked the suitcase and he was telling the truth.

“Seems like you’re telling the truth pretty boy. Alright ladies, it seems this rich femboy wants to be our cum dump!” Rochelle said patting his back. She looked him over and licked her lips. “I’m going to have my fun with you before my gals ravage you. I like my hole’s tight.”

Brandon gulped. This was put up or shut up time as standing before him was what he fantasied. Rochelle made Brandon go on his knees in front of him, so he would be face to face with her cock. It was out of it’s shaft by that time. It was his first time with an anthro. He could barely fit any of it in his mouth. Rochelle noticed this and sighed.

“Jeez, you want to be our cum dump, but you can’t fit my cock in your mouth. I guess the smaller ones will have the pleasure of choking you with their cocks.”

“S-Sorry.” Brandon said flustered. He didn’t want to let these girls down. “Maybe my ass will be better?” He knew it would be better since he trained his ass far more than his mouth. Rochelle called over one of the girls to properly give her oral lubing. Rochelle put Brandon face down, ass up, making sure to have the tip of her cock pressing against his pucker. She didn’t give him too much relaxation as she pressed her cock into him.

“Fuckin hell…” She moaned as she pressed further in, hitting her knot. He took her whole length surprisingly well, sans the knot. All the toys and anal training helped him when he needed it most.

“Mhm. You’re a good tight cum dumpster boy. Hopefully I don’t ruin you for the rest of the gals.”

Rochelle said getting into the motions now. She needed to rut Brandon. She hasn’t fucked something this tight and willing in ages. She thrusted her hips, moaning and panting like a bitch in heat. Brandon knew

he could never go back to anything but else, not human cocks, not toys…

“Fuck me! Fuck me like the cock slut I am!” Brandon was enjoying this too much. His cock twitched and flopped around, untouched by his hands.

“To think…such a human has this good of a fuckhole…” Rochelle started, she was being rougher with him, her knot threatened to enter him at any moment. “If you were anthro, you’d be a perfect bitch for me.” All the other girls were watching and waiting. There were getting into the idea to use this boy for their own sexual desires.

The smell of sex was permeating the room. Rochelle wanted to make an example out of this boy. She knew she couldn’t be too rough with him since he was a noble, but what she did want was to cum inside of him. Unfortunately for Brandon, her restraints soon dissipated once she was going to cum. All the fucking she was doing and teasing his hole with her knot soon came to ahead. With a final thrust, she buried her knot into him and started to cum inside of him.

This blissful moment didn’t last as once she was done. It was nice of him to get some rest while he could. Rochelle pulled out of him and left a gape. His head was swimming.

“I wonder how much credits you brought for us.” Rochelle said, motioning one of the gang members to bring the suitcase to her as she retreated to her chair. Once she obtained the suitcase, she opened it up and her jaw hit the floor… at least metaphorically speaking.

“Ladies. Brandon here was not fucking around when he said he wants to be our cum dumpster. With this much credits, we can get our own building, with everything proper!” The other anthro ladies were shocked into silence. She closed back the suitcase and handed it back to the border collie. “Make sure this is locked up in the vault. “

Brandon overheard all of this in his haze. He smiled to himself as he watched the girls’s reaction to the money.

“Ladies… I told you I wanted to be your cum dumpster. I know that isn’t as much as I should give you for giving me endless pleasure in your antics, but I’m serious.” Brandon said, taking a moment to fix himself from that uncomfortable position.

Rochelle smiled at Brandon. After all those credits, she had to deliver on her end. Rochelle was genuinely happy about this. “Alright. Girls, run a train on him. Make him our happy cum dumpster…”