Under the Tail and Other Stories
Copyright© 2026 by Dragonpig
Chapter 10: Daddy Bear
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10: Daddy Bear - Hello, everybody! This is Dragonpig. I'm going to be writing a collection of stories within the anthropomorphic, or furry, genre. Some will be short stories, some will be novel-length, and others will fall somewhere in between. Yes, some of these stories will be quite explicit, while others won't be. I'm going to keep this series going until I either get bored or find that people just aren't interested in it. I'd really enjoy hearing your opinions and thoughts on my writing. Have a good one!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Consensual Romantic Slavery Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Fairy Tale Humor Vignettes War Zoophilia Science Fiction Aliens Alternate History Space Furry Sharing Incest Mother Son Brother Sister DomSub FemaleDom Light Bond Harem Polygamy/Polyamory White Male White Female Anal Sex Analingus Bestiality Exhibitionism Fisting Flatulence Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Safe Sex Squirting Water Sports Big Breasts Public Sex Nudism
I sit on Daddy’s lap in the old armchair by the window, the same one he has kept since I was small. His big arm rests around my waist. His other hand is already under my skirt, warm and familiar, fingers moving in the slow, steady way he has always used when I need comfort. I lean back against his broad chest and tell him about the morning.
The golden-haired girl came into our house while we were out walking. She tasted the porridge. She sat in the chairs and broke Baby Bear’s. Then she climbed into the bed and fell asleep. We found her there. Papa Bear asked, “Who’s been sleeping in my bed?” and she ran. The house still feels wrong. I keep thinking about it.
Daddy’s fingers keep their gentle rhythm between my legs. He does not interrupt. He never does. He only listens and masturbates me the way he has for years. I close my eyes and the memory rises without asking.
On the morning I married Papa Bear, I stood in front of the tall mirror in my wedding gown. The lace scratched a little at my throat. My hands shook. Daddy came in quietly and stood behind me. He looked at my face in the glass and then reached under the skirt the same way he does now. His fingers found me already wet from nerves. He stroked me until my knees softened and the nervousness drained out. I came with my back slumped against his chest. Afterward I turned and kissed his cheek. Someone knocked. We stepped out of the dressing room; he walked me down the aisle of the church into my new life.
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