Under the Tail and Other Stories
Copyright© 2026 by Dragonpig
Chapter 22: The Girl on the Top Bunk
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 22: The Girl on the Top Bunk - 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
The locker door slammed shut, the metallic clang echoing down the crowded hall. Rusty flinched, his bushy tail bristling. John loomed over him, the wolf’s shadow stretching long across the tiles.
“Hey, nut boy,” he said, his voice mocking. “Have you caught your mom and her girlfriend doing it? She needs a real man. Shame. She likes pussy?”
His friends snickered. Rusty just stared at his sneakers, the worn rubber suddenly fascinating. He could feel his ears flattening against his head, a dead giveaway of how much it bothered him. The wolf shoved his shoulder, not hard, just enough to make him stumble against the lockers. “See you later, freak.”
When he got home, the familiar frustration was in his chest. He found his mom in the kitchen, chopping vegetables. “John was bothering me again,” he mumbled, not looking at her.
She didn’t stop chopping. “Oh, Rusty. Just ignore him. Don’t fight back, that’s what they want. It’ll just make it worse.”
Rusty wanted to scream. It was already worse. But he just nodded and went to his room.
The next day, he went to the counselor’s office. Mr. Fern listened with his hands clasped on his desk, the lion man nodding slowly. “I’ll talk to him, Rusty. We’ll have a conversation.”
Rusty knew what that meant. Nothing. John would get a talking-to and he’d get another shove in the hallway, harder this time for snitching.
He was right. He spent the whole day looking over his shoulder. When he got home, his mom’s girlfriend was there, her bright laugh bubbling from the living room. And with her was her daughter, Willow. They said awkward hellos and later, after pizza, they were sent to his room. Rusty took the bottom bunk, as usual, and the squirrel girl climbed up to the top.
Then he heard a soft rustle from above. A moment later, he could see Willow climbing down the bunk bed ladder.
“Can’t sleep,” she whispered, her shape just a silhouette in the moonlight.
Rusty didn’t answer. He just kept staring at the bottom of the top bunk, hoping she’d get the message.
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