Under the Tail and Other Stories
Copyright© 2026 by Dragonpig
Chapter 47
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 47 - 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
Felicia folded Mrs. Abernathy’s faded floral sheets, the fabric soft and warm from the dryer. At thirty-two, her hands still moved with practiced efficiency, though her lower back protested slightly after three hours of cleaning the house. Mrs. Abernathy sat at her kitchen table, watching her with those knowing dark eyes that had always seen through her.
“When’s the last time you talked to Jax?” she asked suddenly.
Felicia’s hands paused on a pillowcase. “It’s been a while. I’m planning on sending him a message later tonight.”
“I’m hoping he’s safe. Last time you told me he was in the thick of it somewhere in Quadrant A-Seven. The news reported the Marines were taking back Meridian Five and we lost a lot of good people. I’m glad your brother wasn’t one of them.” She gestured. “You know, it seems like not so long ago when you two were still young and learning about each other.” Her hazel eyes glinted with mischief. “So I hope you’re not wearing out too many vibrators?”
The insides of Felicia’s furry ears went pink. “I’m not gonna lie. I do miss guaranteed sex, but Jax has always been patriotic, and I hope he’s safe.”
Mrs. Abernathy nodded slowly, taking a sip of her coffee. “Always thought you two were just adorable. You make the cutest couple.”
Felicia’s breath caught. “Well, if it wasn’t for you showing us some things, I feel like we wouldn’t be where we are today.”
“Hey, I just gave a helping hand, and you two pretty much did the rest,” she said, setting down her mug. “You two were made for each other.” She leaned forward, her voice dropping. “Once I showed him that little spot just inside your cute little pussy that makes your claws unsheathe, that was all he needed.”
Felicia’s tail twitched as warmth pooled between her thighs. “Thank you for that. He’s really good,” she admitted quietly as she folded the older woman’s panties.
“But it’s different,” she confessed. “With you, it was always about discovery. About learning about our bodies.”
Mrs. Abernathy’s smile softened. “You two were always so eager and responsive,” she remarked, her voice dropping to that intimate register that still made Felicia’s heart flutter. “Remember the first time I went down on you? You were so nervous I thought I would never get you to relax and out of that cute little school uniform you used to wear.”
Felicia’s pulse quickened at the memory. “I was self-conscious. I was flat-chested, had no curves, and you had a body I wished I had at the time. You were so kind to us and so pretty, and the things you showed us...”
Even with Jax, even with all the years between them, nothing had ever compared to those stolen afternoons in their next-door neighbors bedroom, her experienced mouth and hands teaching Felicia the taste of another woman.
“You still think about it,” Mrs. Abernathy stated. “About my tongue between your legs.”
“Every time I see you,” Felicia admitted.
Mrs. Abernathy’s eyes darkened with desire. “I’m not a young vixen anymore, dear.” She paused, then added with a hint of her familiar mischief, “But I can’t say I don’t still have those feelings.”
Felicia’s heart skipped a beat. “Ms. Abernathy, are you hitting on me?” she asked, being playful and acting the coquette.
She reached across the table, her soft hand covering Felicia’s. “I’m glad we three met and had the opportunity to help each other feel good.” Her gaze drifted to the hallway leading to her bedroom.
Felicia knew what she was offering: a chance to reconnect, to revisit the intensity of their past. Even at seventy-five, the hunger in her eyes was unmistakable.
“I should finish the folding,” Felicia said, though her voice lacked conviction.
Mrs. Abernathy squeezed her hand. “Of course, dear.” She watched her resume folding, a small smile playing on her lips. “But when you’re finished...”
Felicia finished the laundry, her mind racing.
“You know,” she said softly, “if you had asked me back then, I would have married you.”
Mrs. Abernathy’s smile widened. “I know, dear. But you were too young to be tied to an old woman like me.”
“I wasn’t too young,” Felicia protested. “I knew what I wanted.”
Her expression softened. “And what do you want now?”
Felicia set down the garment, her hands suddenly unsteady. “I want...” She swallowed hard. “I want you.”
Mrs. Abernathy pushed herself up from the table, her movements slower than they once were but still graceful. “Then come, Felicia.”
Her bedroom door was open, the bed neatly made with the fresh linens Felicia had put on that morning. Mrs. Abernathy turned to face her, her dark eyes filled with the same desire Felicia remembered from her teenage years. She was wearing red satin pajamas that shimmered in the overhead light.
“Come here, baby,” she whispered, her hands reaching for the buttons of her silk pajama top.
Felicia’s fingers were eager as she worked each button free, revealing the soft chestnut fur of her chest, the slight sag of her breasts with their dark nipples already hardening. She slid the silk pajama top from her shoulders, her palms brushing against the soft fur.
“I missed us,” Mrs. Abernathy breathed.
Felicia knelt before her, unfastening the silk pajama bottoms and sliding them down her legs, revealing the familiar curve of her hips, the plump mound of her sex. The scent of her arousal filled Felicia’s nostrils: musky, sweet, so distinctly her.
“Felicia,” she murmured, her hands playing with Felicia’s furry ears as she pressed her face against her. “Please.”
Felicia needed no further encouragement. She pushed her back onto the bed and parted her nether lips, revealing the damp pink within, the swollen button of her clit already peeking out from its hood. She traced the shape of her with her tongue, savoring the taste.
Mrs. Abernathy’s hips pressed against her face as Felicia found that sensitive spot she had shown her so long ago, the one that always made her gasp. She worked the Fox woman with her tongue, alternating between licking her clit and using her fingers. Her own pussy responded to the older woman’s pleasure, her panties soaked through.
“Like that,” Mrs. Abernathy panted, her hands stroking Felicia’s sensitive ears. “Just like that, my sweet girl.”
Felicia slid her fingers inside her, determined to help the woman she loved feel good, finding that special spot. Mrs. Abernathy’s body tensed. She grabbed the backs of her thighs and pulled her knees up toward her shoulders, spreading herself open wide.
“Felicia!” she cried out as she came.
Felicia lapped at her greedily, prolonging her pleasure until she weakly pushed her away.
“Baby, stop. You’re going to kill this old fox if you keep going. I love you, honey.”
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