Under the Tail and Other Stories
Copyright© 2026 by Dragonpig
Chapter 65
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 65 - 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 room was quiet after Nathaniel left. The smell of his cologne still hung in the air, sharp and sweet, and a door slammed somewhere downstairs. Hazel stayed where she was, tail twitching with frustration, listening to the sound of his car as he pulled away.
“Males. Thank the goddess I’m a lesbian.”
She was about to go to her room when she saw a glimmer of light from the corner of her eye. She turned her head. Is the sword shining?
It lay on the shelf above his bed, between that half-finished model and a stack of videocassettes with titles like The Booty Warriors, Power Man and the Ass Assassins, and The League of Wonderful Women. Being a curious person (yes, curious, not nosy like Mom says), she walked over to it. The sword looked like the kind an old-time island warrior would carry, sheathed in dark lacquered wood with a faded crimson cord wrapped around the grip.
She picked it up. Fake, probably. Something Nathaniel had bought at a pawn shop or off a midnight television cutlery show.
Her gaze drifted to the posters. A squirrel girl in skimpy black leather armor and matching thigh-high boots stood on the edge of a building, holding a sword nearly as tall as she was. A fox girl, naked, hovered in midair, hands held high, casting fire, nine tails fanned out dramatically behind her. A rabbit girl wore a metal bikini and nothing else. She’s hot!
Every one of them wore the same expression, fierce and focused. Hazel had always thought it was ridiculous. Who fights a bad guy from the depths of time and space in a swimsuit?
“For the heck of it,” she muttered, removed the sword from the shelf, and slid the blade free.
SHEENG
“Wow, it even has sound effects. Okay, that was cool.”
She tried her best to imitate how an island warrior would hold his weapon. Planting her feet, she raised the sword above her head with the point angled back and held it there. Chin up. Back straight. Tail out for balance. She felt silly and somewhat thrilled.
Ah. High guard.
Hazel froze.
Your stance is a little off, though. You need to step forward with one leg, bend the front knee slightly, raise the sword a bit higher, and look between your arms at your attacker. I can tell you aren’t a swordswoman.
The voice was dry and male.
“Who’s that?” she asked, whipping around and barely missing the mobile suit model. The room was empty.
Ah, I always go through this part. Sounding long-suffering. Let me make it easier. I’m the sword in your hand. I’m speaking telepathically to you, and no, you are not crazy.
Hazel looked at the sword. A line of light pulsed down the flat of the blade.
“That’s exactly what a crazy person would think,” she replied.
Yes, you have a point, the voice agreed.
Hazel held the sword out in front of her.
“Okay,” she said. “I get it. What do you want, Mr. Sword?”
Really, that’s the best you can come up with, Hazel? Mr. Sword?
“Let me guess. Magical sword, ancient and wise, and you’re here because you want to slowly corrupt me. A little whisper at a time, until I’m wearing all black and I change my name to Deathblade or something.” She smirked. “Or you’ve got a quest for me. I need to save a princess and I’m the only one who can do it. Well, if that’s gonna happen, Mr. Sword, I hope she’s hot. I like my women with big boobs and a nice backside and tail. Nathaniel’s got a whole shelf of those stories.”
That is not what this is.
“Then you’re one of the ones who wants blood. ‘Feed me, Hazel, I thirst.’”
I do not thirst. Well, not now, but when I had a body I was more of a cream soda man.
“What in the heck is cream soda?” She crossed her arms, almost hitting herself in the side of the head with the flat of the blade. “Dammit. Then you’re here to teach me a lesson. Some great moral about humility or kindness, and I’m supposed to come out of it a better person.”
There was a pause. The line of light along the steel dimmed, then brightened.
Well, to be honest, yes. That’s why I’m here.
Hazel stared at the sword. “Wow. You didn’t even try to lie.”
What’s the point? It defeats the purpose, and I’m too old for that shit. I’m here to teach. Whether you learn anything is entirely up to you. I can only show you what’s in front of you. I can’t make you look.
“What if I just put you back on the shelf and walk out? Video call Erica. She’s always good for phone sex and Pretend like I was never talking to a sword.”
Then you put me down and you be you. I did my part. Nothing’s stopping you. The sword paused. But I have a feeling you won’t.
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