Under the Tail and Other Stories
Copyright© 2026 by Dragonpig
Chapter 69
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 69 - 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
“Guard on your left, past the stacked crates,” H said in his ear. “Two more on the overhead walk. Stay low.”
Nathaniel slipped between the crates. The first guard never heard him coming. He looped an arm around the man’s throat, counted to four, and lowered him gently to the concrete. The second turned at the noise and caught a palm to the jaw. The third got a crate lid to the face.
Hazel leaned forward in the captain’s chair, watching the monitor.
“Okay,” she admitted. “That was smooth.”
Smooth? James Bond couldn’t have done better. The man has skills.
“Mac, who is James Bond?”
So your universe doesn’t have 007 movies.
“Take the second right, then straight. The package is in the east office, wait. Nathaniel, I count five. Armed. You should go around.”
“Nah.” He straightened his jacket. “I didn’t get my workout in today.”
“Nathaniel.”
The lead man rounded the corner, saw him, and froze. Then he grinned. “It’s him. The Mullet!”
“P.D .7,” Nathaniel corrected.
“Get the Mullet!”
The first man swung and took a right hook to the ribs. The second went over Nathaniel’s hip and into the wall. A billy club whistled past his ear; he answered with a front kick to the groin. Someone landed a solid fist in his stomach. He grunted, grinned, and returned the favor with interest. A fire extinguisher sailed past his head and clanged off the far wall.
“Nathaniel, stop showing off and get to the package.”
Hazel watched the last man drop. “Impressive.”
Hazel, that would’ve been better with heavy breathing and a deeper voice. You know... “Impressive.” Full Vader.
“Mac, what are you talking about?”
Nathaniel stood in the middle of the hallway with five groaning men around him and straightened his collar. His mullet was immaculate.
“Left at the end of the hall,” H said. “Third door. You’re clear.”
“Copy.”
He reached the door, nudged it open, and stepped inside.
The office was lit by a single desk lamp. On a battered metal desk sat a black suitcase with an electronic lock. Beside it sat a very attractive feline woman in a fitted black dress, her shapely legs crossed, one heel swinging slowly. Long black hair fell past her shoulders. She had cheekbones that could cut diamonds and a smile that said she’d been expecting him.
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