Under the Tail and Other Stories
Copyright© 2026 by Dragonpig
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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
Sam lay stretched out on his bed, phone pressed to his ear, eyes fixed on the poster above his desk. It was one of his favorite pieces of art from Catgirl Assassins: the female lead crouched on the edge of a rooftop at night, dark hair whipping in the wind, cat ears pinned back, a katana in each hand as she stared down at some unseen target below. Sam had watched that anime series more times than he could count, and that scene always stuck with him the most.
“Okay, okay, but for real,” he said, grinning at nothing in particular. “I gotta commit to the eyes this time. Not just yellow contacts—the actual hourglass pupils. I found a place online that does the prescription ones custom.”
Fred’s voice came through, half laughing. “Bro, you’re really going full Raistlin, huh?”
“Dude, either go big or go home. I am Raistlin.” Sam sat up, gesturing like he was holding the Staff of Magius, even though there was nothing in his hand but air. “And listen, I switched it up. I’m not doing the Red Robes this year. I’m going Black Robes instead.”
“Wait, seriously? You were dead set on red for months.”
“I know, I know, but think about it.” Sam swung his legs off the bed, pacing now, too wound up to sit still. “Black Robes is just more him, you know? When he went black, he was totally badass. Gold skin paint, the whole robe situation, the staff with the crystal on top. I’ve been watching internet tutorials for weeks. This is gonna be the best costume I’ve ever done.”
“And I’m Caramon,” Fred said, and Sam could hear the pride in his voice.
“You’ve got the build for it now too,” Sam said. “Like, actually. All that time in the gym finally paying off, huh?”
“A whole year, man. I’m not showing up as Caramon looking like a breeze could blow me over. I got the sword commissioned and everything. It’s bigger than I thought it’d be, but it looks wicked.”
Sam laughed, flopping back onto the wrinkled bed. “This is gonna be so good. The Majere twins, walking around Dragon Con like we own the place.” He paused, grinning wider. “And hey, maybe we actually can meet some girls this year. Girls who are into Dragonlance.”
“Anything’s possible, my wizard.”
They kept going back and forth about panel schedules, whether they would do the photo op lines, and whether Fred’s sword would even get past con security. Then Sam’s phone buzzed against his ear with a text notification. He pulled it away for a second to check it.
Mom: Sorry baby, could you bring me a towel?
Sam sighed, dropping his head back against the pillow. Again.
“Dude, everything good?” his best friend since elementary school asked.
“Yeah, it’s just my mom texting me again.”
Fred snorted. “Your mom’s always texting you something. She’s a trip. Anyway, does she have a boyfriend yet or what?”
“Dude, come on.” Sam rolled his eyes, though he was smiling. “No, man, she’s always working. She’s a vet assistant. And since Dad...”
“Man, what a waste.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Sam was already swinging his lanky frame off the bed. “Alright, I gotta let you go. But seriously, I cannot wait for this con. It’s gonna be on.”
“See you at the con, Raistlin.”
“Later, Caramon.”
Sam ended the call and tossed his phone onto the messy comforter, glancing one last time at the catgirl poster before heading for the linen closet. He grabbed a clean towel and made his way down the hall to his mom’s bedroom door. He knocked softly.
A low, breathy groan came from inside. “Come in, baby.”
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