Under the Tail and Other Stories
Copyright© 2026 by Dragonpig
Chapter 32
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 32 - 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 Fox sat at his desk, feet propped up, cigarette burning in the ashtray next to his coffee mug that had more whiskey than coffee at this point. Twenty years doing this job, and the cases all started to blur together. Different names, same story.
His boss walked in without knocking - never did - and took in the scene: feet on desk, smoke curling up to the water-stained ceiling tiles, the bottle of Jack barely hidden in the bottom drawer.
“Fox.”
“Boss.” He didn’t move his feet.
The boss dropped a manila folder on his desk. “New case. Child support enforcement.”
The Fox picked it up with two fingers, flipped it open. His eyes scanned the name. “Gingerbread Man? As in, the Gingersnap family?”
“The one and only. Eugene Gingersnap Jr., goes by Genji.”
The Fox let out a low whistle. “Money family. This ought to be fun.” He flipped another page. “Let me guess - he knocked somebody up and ran?”
“Something like that. Woman’s asking for paternity test and support.”
The Fox saw the name and actually laughed - a short, bitter bark. “She lives in Shoe apartments? Shelley Oldwoman?” He looked up at his boss. “You’re kidding me.”