Under the Tail and Other Stories
Copyright© 2026 by Dragonpig
Chapter 41
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 41 - 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 grocery cart was overflowing—cereal boxes stacked three high, bulk pasta, family-size everything. Shelley pushed it through the aisles of Dumpty’s Grocery with practiced ease. She’d been shopping here for years. Knew every aisle, every price, every face.
Including Kyle’s.
The teenage boy was at the register—seventeen, maybe eighteen now—and his face went red the moment he saw her coming. It always did. Poor kid had been crushing on her since he started working here two years ago, and she knew it.
“Hey, Kyle,” she said, flashing him a warm smile as she started unloading the cart.
“H-hi, Ms. Shelley.” His voice cracked slightly, and he quickly looked down at the register, fingers fumbling over the scanner. “How are you?”
“I’m good, honey. How about you?” She leaned forward slightly as she reached for a box of cereal, and Kyle’s eyes flicked down before snapping back up to her face.
She was wearing a V-neck top that showed off her cleavage—and she had plenty to show. Booty shorts that hugged her curves and let the bottom of her cheeks peek out when she moved, paired with simple sandals. No underwear. She hadn’t bothered this morning. She knew where this shopping trip would end up.
Kyle stammered something incoherent, scanning items faster now, like speed would save him from his embarrassment.
Shelley smiled to herself. Sweet kid. Harmless. And useful when she needed a little extra help.
“Is Mr. Dumpty in today?” she asked casually, placing the last few items on the belt.
“Y-yeah, he’s in the back.” Kyle bagged the groceries carefully, his hands shaking slightly. “You want me to get him?”
“No, that’s okay. Just pack up my stuff for me, would you? I need to talk to him real quick.” She touched his arm lightly, and he went even redder. “Think you could load it in my van when you’re done? The blue one out front?”
“Of course!” The words tumbled out. “Yeah, absolutely, I can do that.”
“You’re such a sweetheart, Kyle.” She let her hand linger for just a second longer than necessary, then headed toward the back of the store.
Behind her, she heard him exhale shakily.
She smiled as she walked past the stockroom, past the employees-only sign, straight to the office at the end of the hall. She knocked twice, then opened the door without waiting.
Humpty Dumpty sat behind his desk—round, balding, suspenders stretched over his considerable belly. A cigar smoldered in the ashtray beside him, and he was hunched over some invoices, calculator in hand.
He looked up and grinned immediately. “Ms. Oldwoman.”
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