Colin sighed as he left his small apartment and made his way to the bus stop at the corner of the street. Colin was a standard gray wolf with white underbelly, lean frame and bushy tail. He was quite… ordinary, and that had led him into a life of solitude. He wasn’t a loner per say, but he didn’t have as many friends as he would like. People just didn’t hang out with him and he didn’t hang out with them. He glanced at his phone’s clock function as the bus pulled up and he got on without looking up. He didn’t really need to. This was his morning routine and it hadn’t changed in three years. As he took his seat near the middle of the bus, he swiped through his phone’s various apps and settled on playing a game. However, only a few minutes into his game, he heard someone say his voice off to his left and when he looked up, the world fuzzed out as a stun gun was pushed against his neck… The gray wolf awoke in the middle of a field on the outskirts of a large forest. Dry heaving once from a feeling of nausea, he shivered a little as he stood, realizing then that he was naked. The only thing that he saw near him was a brown burlap sack on the ground nearby. It wasn’t very big, certainly not big enough to fashion something to wear out of it, so he simply held it in his hand as he looked around. There were no buildings in sight, only a huge steel wall behind him that reached up into the sky and a dome that stretched out to the horizon. He was in some kind of dome with bright lights shining down on the field and forest. Confused, he blinked a few times before suddenly jumping back a step when a shiny chrome orb floated over to him, the big camera lens in its center focusing on him. “What the?” he asked, his voice a little groggy. His body still felt a little tingly and numb in places. He was lucky to be alive, he thought to himself. “Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen, to ever popular annual event ‘Fuck Your Fortune’!” came a voice that boomed in the dome. Colin looked around quickly but could not see the origin of the voice. “This year’s contestant is Colin Daniels! Age twenty-seven, height five foot seven, weight one hundred and sixty-three pounds! Once a psychologist for Bradford University’s Mental Hospital but now a lowly minimum wage worker. Oh what hard times he has fallen upon!” The voice was spouting things about Colin that made the wolf cringe as he looked at the floating chrome camera orb as it flitted around him. “But all that bad fortune can change here in the Lucky Dome! Inside this dome are three hundred leprechauns and the goal of this game is simple! Catch as many as you can and fuck them until they burst into bright, shiny gold coins! The current exchange rate is 800 United States Dollars per coin!” Colin’s eyes went wide as dish plates. Fuck leprechauns? Burst into coins? The fuck was the voice talking about? “Fill your sack with as many coins as you can carry before the timer runs out! Now! FUCK! YOUR! FORTUNE!” A loud horn sounded and the sound of cheering filled the dome. Still confused, Colin stood there for a minute, taking it all in. 300 leprechauns. If they really burst into gold coins, even if they only dropped two each… That was six hundred coins which amounted to four hundred and eighty thousand dollars. His mouth salivated. That was nearly half a million dollars and far more than he could ever earn if he worked for years at that shitty Ball-Mart he was employed at. Plus, that was only if they dropped two coins each. If they dropped more… He didn’t need any further spurring than to look at the ceiling of the dome and see the 6-hour timer ticking down. Plenty of time to find every last one of them. He grinned a toothy grin as he lowered his gaze and dashed into the forest, his canine cock slowly growing hard and sliding out of his sheathe. He found the first leprechaun on its hands and knees, looking through a patch of clovers. It was a Rabbit with brown fur, wearing a green sparkly bowler hat and vest but nothing else. A fluffy tail wiggled with excitement and beneath that, a puckered anus and a small cock and balls. It was male, but that didn’t matter to Colin. He wanted the money, bad. He crossed the distance between them before the boy even had time to look up. With one hand pinning the boy down, Colin spat on his other hand and lubed up his dick. Shaking with excitement, he pushed the tip of his canine cock against that tight sphincter and thrust in, groaning as he easily glided in as if the tight anal pucker was lubed with nine types of petroleum jelly. The leprechaun gasped and moaned as he clutched at the clovers, looking over his shoulder at the man raping his ass. Hard quick thrusts, pushing the boy into the dirt, but never a cry of pain or fear, only joy. Sooner than he’d have liked, Colin gasped and felt his cock start to spurt inside the boy, painting the bowels white with thick sperm. Seconds after, the boy shuttered and his own tiny cock gave a few spurts before his body suddenly burst into a flash of light. In his place, beneath a stunned Colin, were ten gold coins covered in cum. Licking his lips and using orgasm-shaky hands, the wolf scooped up the coins and shoved them into his burlap sack before getting to his feet and moving on… Two hours passed after that without a single leprechaun to be seen. Growling under his breath and quite annoyed, Colin came to a stop, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he let the breath out, he opened his eyes and took another breath. His eyes were glowing as he tapped into his primal instincts, his wolfen nose granting him sight beyond sight, his mental eye drawing scent trails for his real eyes to see. Keeping low to the ground, he followed the freshest scent trail straight to what appeared to be a small hut. It looked so much like a fallen log that he was sure he had passed by it a dozen times, and in fact could see his own footprints nearby. Inside, he could practically taste the three leprechauns cowering inside. It seemed the first one was an oddball of the bunch, the rest feared him. Well, he was the big bad wolf here to rape his way to victory and out of debt. He knocked lightly on the door but when no answer came, he knocked louder. “Go away, Beast!” came a voice from inside but Colin ignored it and knocked again. “I said, go away!” “Open your doors and come out or I shall break your doors down and take you out by force,” the wolf replied back through the door. When there was nothing but silence, Colin reared back with one arm and thrust it forward, punching the door. He wasn’t nearly strong enough to break down the door and he knew that, but the leprechauns inside did not know that. The door opened quickly and the inhabitants came out, holding small cooking utensils for weapons as they stood there shaking. They were roughly three feet tall each, save for the youngest who was just over two feet tall. It appeared as though he’d found a small family with a mother, father and daughter. “Lay down your weapons,” he warned them in a growl, puffing himself up to look as menacing as possible. It was wasting his precious time but he didn’t want them to bolt, as it would take longer to catch them. So far he only had eight thousand dollars’ worth of gold coins, barely enough to pay a third of his debt. He would get his money. When none of them complied, he grabbed the girl quick as he could, startling the parents. He held her with one hand around her neck, his fingers across her throat. Damn, with them being so small, even with his average strength, he knew he could snap her neck in an instant. “Mommy!” the girl cried, fighting against his clasping hand but unable to wiggle away. “Let her go!” the father demanded but instead of complying, Colin grabbed the girl by her waist with his other hand and brought her rear towards his hard cock. “No!” “Lay down your weapons. Now,” the wolf demanded and the parents looked to each other before complying. “Now you, ma’am, tie up your husband,” he demanded and she gave him this deer in the headlights look before he pushed just the very tip of his dick into the girl’s pussy, making her cry out. “No please!” the mother cried, reaching out then bit her lip before looking to her husband. The man looked defeated as he just nodded. The woman then retreated into the log home then returned, using a rope to tie her husband’s hands behind his back. “Good, now come here,” he told the woman and she meekly complied. “Bend over and offer me yourself or I’ll fuck your daughter until she bursts,” he threatened and the woman burst into tears as he did as he demanded. The rabbit leprechaun woman clutched at her fuzzy ears as she held her butt up for Colin, her fluffy tail twitching. The father could only watch as the wolf tried to thrust his spit lubed cock into his wife’s pussy. When that didn’t work, Colin switched to thrusting into her ass. Just like with the boy, his canine cock slid in just as if her anal passage were lubed with something slicker than owl snot. The woman moaned with pleasure as the wolf fucked her ass, her gaze falling to her daughter who Colin was pinning to the ground beside her with one hand on the back of her neck. The girl was crying and gave a shriek when her mother climaxed under the relentless thrusting and burst into light. Five cum covered gold coins lay where the woman used to be. Colin then shifted and lifted the girl up. “What! No! You got what you wanted! Leave my daughter alo-“ his words were cut off as Colin kicked the leprechaun man in the head before sitting down. With both hands on the girl’s tiny hips, he proceeded to use her as a cock sleeve, thrusting his dick into her ass and working her up and down. All the while, the chrome camera orb flitted about, capturing every moment. After fucking both the daughter and the father into bursting, Colin shoveled all the gold coins into his burlap sack. Over thirty coins now. The daughter had been worth a surprising amount while the parents not so much. He still had over three hours. He had given up the ghost of being able to fuck all 300, but he knew he would get as many as he could. For hours he hunted and fucked, filling his burlap sack to the brim with hundreds of coins. In the end, his head count was over a hundred and twenty leprechauns and he walked away with just over two hundred thousand dollars’ worth of coins. The horn blared again and the announcer spoke, “Congratulations to Colin for his excellent work! Follow the Camera to the exit and exchange your coins for cash! Everyone, this has been this year’s annual Fuck Your Fortune! Tune in same time, same channel next year for another exciting event!” Colin followed the instructions, walking passed several leprechauns that came out of their hiding places to mourn the losses of their friends and family. Now that he had no reason to fuck them, the wolf gave them no time or attention. When he arrived at the exit tunnel, he was met by a lady wolf wearing a neat suit. She took the gold coin bag and began counting while a buff male wolf gave Colin back his clothes. Once he’d finished dressing, the woman finished counting and sat down in front of a computer. She asked a few questions regarding Colin’s banking information and wired him his money, showing him the screen to let him know that it was indeed real. Relief flooded the gray wolf as he sat there in that clean office like room in the exit tunnel. If it had all been a sham, he would have felt ridiculously guilty for what was essentially raping and murdering leprechauns. Still, he did feel a little bad. “No need to feel guilt, Mr. Daniels,” the woman spoke up, seeing his expression. “We hold this event to keep their population from getting out of control. Otherwise there would be millions or even billions of them across the world, which would throw the economy out of whack and cause a monetary and moral crisis this world has never seen.” He blinked and considered it, realizing her words to be true. If you knew the person you murdered would turn into gold coins… well the world would quickly become hell. Now that all of this business was done, he stood and followed their instructions, putting a burlap sack over his head and letting them lead him away. He was aware that he was in a vehicle, then on a plane before they finally took the sack off his head and let him walk out of a small airport on his own. He got into a small black car which then drove him all the way back to his apartment, dropping him off in front of it. It was the driver- the same buff wolf that had given him his cloths- that told him he had 1 year before his episode aired on television in pseudo-live format. That gave him time to move and blend further into society before his face became plastered all over television. Taking the advice, Colin did just that and vanished into the thick of it.