Under the Tail and Other Stories
Copyright© 2026 by Dragonpig
Chapter 67
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 67 - 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
Hazel found herself in her family’s home basement. The floor was covered with black industrial carpeting. The far wall had computer monitors hanging on it. In front of them was a long desk, and at the desk a squirrel woman wearing a red dress sat in a swivel chair with her back turned, typing on a keyboard.
“Okay. Is that me?”
Yes, it is.
The woman was older, late twenties maybe, with a headset and short hair. A mug of coffee sat to the left of the keyboard. Her eyes never left the screens.
On the center monitor, a hotel room could be seen. A couple lay naked in the bed. The handsome squirrel was running his fingers through the hair of the calico woman who lay half on top of him.
“Is that Nathaniel?” Hazel asked.
It is.
“Good for you, little brother.”
In this universe, he’s a spy. His designation is P.D .7, and the other you has the code name H.
The naked cat sighed. “Well, that was not what I expected on a Tuesday.”
“What did you expect?” Nathaniel’s voice was warm. Hazel couldn’t believe this was Nathaniel.
“Spreadsheets. Dinner by myself. A lonely bed.” She sounded embarrassed. “Sorry. That’s too much information to dump on somebody you just met.”
“It’s okay. If I didn’t want to know, I wouldn’t have asked, Calico. I like hearing the sound of your voice.” He ran his fingers slowly up and down her arm.
“Years,” Calico said. “So much time working for her. Every schedule, every crate. If something’s late, I get blamed. If it’s early, nothing.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Please. They couldn’t do anything without me. I’m the one who knows where everything goes.”
Nathaniel kissed the top of her head. “You deserve better than that.”
“Wow. He’s smooth,” Hazel said. “By the way, Mac. What does P.D .7 stand for?”
It stands for Panty Dropper Seven.
“What did you just say?”
Panty Dropper Seven. His official designation is 007, but everyone calls him P.D .7 because they say he can get a woman to drop her panties within seven minutes of meeting him.
“My little brother? He walked into a glass door at the mall last month.”
Different man here.
Hazel looked from the screen to H. “What exactly does she do?”
She’s his logistics and gadget person.
“So she’s his babysitter. Even in this universe, I’m still watching out for my little brother.”
I wouldn’t say it like that.
“You don’t need to.”
Hazel, I want you to put both hands on H’s shoulders. She won’t be able to feel it.
Hazel walked over to the typing woman and laid her hands on H’s shoulders.
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