Under the Tail and Other Stories
Copyright© 2026 by Dragonpig
Chapter 19
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 19 - 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 Teacher/Student Nudism
Wendell had been watching them for weeks now. In the heart of a quiet suburban neighborhood, three houses stood in a row, each a reflection of its inhabitant’s carefully curated facade. The first, a quaint cottage, bore religious symbols. Its resident was a pig man of faith who struggled with desires Wendell recognized all too well. The second, a renovated bungalow, housed a gym enthusiast, all muscle and bravado, yet Wendell could see him trembling at the mere thought of another man’s touch. The third, a sleek brick house, belonged to a corporate climber whose life seemed to be nothing but a web of secrets and half-truths.
Wendell, a wolf man of hard-earned confidence and sharp, knowing eyes, had watched them from afar, seeing the fear and longing they tried to hide. He knew their type; he had been them once. The closet’s smell was familiar, and it disgusted him.
One evening, Wendell found himself at the local gay bar, three shots in and bored. The three pig brothers were there, pretending not to stare, their eyes darting away whenever he looked back. He smirked, feeling the usual mix of irritation and something softer beneath it. They were in such fucking denial. He could smell it on them.
He could have left it alone, but he didn’t. Instead, Wendell turned his empty glass in his hand and decided he would huff and puff and blow their houses down.
The Straw House
Wendell knocked on the cottage’s door, leaning against the frame with casual ease. The brother who answered was the religious one from the bar, his face flushed, eyes darting nervously.
“You live down the street,” Wendell said. “Figured it was time we said hello.”
“I-I don’t really have guests,” the man stammered, his fingers tightening on the door.
Wendell let his gaze travel, slow and deliberate. “Funny. You looked like you wanted to be real social last night.”
The man’s face colored. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Wendell just smiled.
“You were in a gay bar. Watching me like you wanted me to sink my teeth in, then pretending you were just there for the music.”
“I was just ... curious. It was a mistake.”
Wendell let out a soft, unbelieving laugh. “Curious doesn’t look like that. Curious doesn’t stare at me like it’s starving.”
The pig man’s fingers tightened on the door frame. For a second, Wendell thought he might shut it. Instead, he paused. A tiny bit of honesty.
“You should go,” the man whispered. “I can’t ... I’m not ... I’m not that.”
Wendell’s voice lowered. “You are that. You’re a man who likes men. You wanted me. You still do.”
Silence stretched between them. The man’s breathing was shallow, fast.
“If I’m wrong,” Wendell said, “kick me out. Tell me to leave. Shut the door and go back to jerking off in your lonely bed, thinking of men. But we both know you won’t forgive yourself if you deny this opportunity.”
The man’s throat worked. His knuckles were white.
“Let me in,” Wendell said quietly. “You know you want to.”
The man’s eyes met his—naked, terrified, blazing with want.
Then, finally, the door opened wider.
The Stick House
Wendell found the gym bro at the bungalow, lifting weights in the garage, his muscles glistening with sweat. He leaned against the doorframe, admiring the pig man unashamedly.
“You’re not going to invite me in?” he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
The brother paused, then put the barbell down, turning to face him. “What do you want, wolf?”
Wendell stepped inside, his eyes never leaving the other man’s. “I think you know.”
The brother’s jaw tightened. “I’m not ... I’m not into that.”
Wendell raised an eyebrow. “Really? Because from where I’m standing, you’re into it so much you can’t even look at me without getting hard.”
The brother’s breath hitched. He turned away, but Wendell was there, his hand on the man’s shoulder, his voice low in his ear.
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