Under the Tail and Other Stories
Copyright© 2026 by Dragonpig
Chapter 68
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 68 - 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
“So when are you going to get a haircut, huh?”
“Why should I?” Nathaniel didn’t look up from the pistol in his hands. “It’s been working for me for years.”
“You’re one of the best spies in the world, even if I disapprove of the name Panty Dropper Seven, and you still walk around with business in the front party in the back.”
“I know.” He grinned. “It’s a classic.”
“It’s not dignified, Nathaniel.”
“Women like it.”
“Whatever.”
He continued checking the magazine and sliding it home.
“We’ll be there soon,” H said. “Once we’re close, I’ll switch into overwatch. Do you have your comm?”
He tapped his earpiece.
“Vest?”
“Yes, Mom.” He smirked.
“I’ll park a block out,” H said. “Drones first. Once I have a map of the inside, you go in.”
She pulled the van to the curb, killed the lights, and climbed into the back. Nathaniel followed.
The back of the van had been gutted and rebuilt as a miniature command center. A computer desk ran along the inside wall, crowded with monitors, keyboards, and a pair of flight controllers. Cables were bundled neatly along the ceiling, and small status lights blinked green across a rack of equipment. Facing the desk sat a plush gray loveseat. H dropped onto it and started working the controls. Nathaniel settled in beside her.
A panel in the roof hissed open, and drones no bigger than playing cards slid out and lifted into the night.
“That’s it, babies. Easy,” she murmured, guiding them toward the warehouse.
Nathaniel watched the feeds. “You’re really good with them.”
“Thank you. Switching to infrared.” A floor plan bloomed across the center monitor as the drones swept the building, every corridor and door mapped in green.
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