Under the Tail and Other Stories
Copyright© 2026 by Dragonpig
Chapter 71
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 71 - 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
On the main screen, the feed from the miniature camouflage drone showed Dr. Briar Patch’s secret base. The walls were clear glass from floor to ceiling, and past the glass the water glowed as shapes drifted through it. H squinted from the sofa. Sharks. A dozen of them, each with a laser strapped to its head.
In the center of the lair sat a huge black chair, the kind only a supervillain would appreciate and in it sat Dr. Briar Patch, lounging like she owned the world. In her lap, curled up, was 69, a cat woman wearing nothing but her long white hair. Briar’s hand moved through that hair in lazy strokes.
“Oh, come on,” H muttered. “She’s so predictable.”
Two more cat women dressed like sexy pirates stood on either side of Nathaniel, one gripping each of his arms. They were twins. His wrists were cuffed behind him.
“Three billion dollars, P.D .7,” Briar monologued. “That’s the price. Every government on the planet pays, or my weather machine turns their sky against them. Hurricanes in the spring. Snow in the summer. Hail the size of 69’s breasts.”
Her hand cupped her henchwoman’s breasts to emphasize the point. 69 smiled.
“And you,” Briar told Nathaniel, “won’t get to see it, as you will soon be dead.”
H groaned and palmed her face. “Here we go. I wonder if these villains go to school for this, like some University of Evildoers.”
On the screen, Nathaniel squared his shoulders. “You’ll never get away with this, Dr. Briar Patch.”
“Silence,” Briar snapped. “How dare you.”
The twin on his left punched him in the side. He grinned at her. “Some men would pay a lot of money to be treated that way by beauties like you and your sister.”
The two henchwomen blushed.
“Mm,” Briar continued. “Ladies, take him to the room.”
The twins dragged Nathaniel away.
“Oh, sharks with lasers on their heads,” Nathaniel said with appreciation as they passed the glass. “And a weather machine. I must admit, ladies, your mistress has taste.”
H sighed. “Oh, Nathaniel.”
The drone feed followed them to where the floor dropped away into a wide, sunken pit. The bottom was flooded with ankle-deep water. Then she saw what stood in it. Six octopuses, arranged in a ring, each holding pairs of nunchucks. They moved in synchronized form, every arm swinging in time and the nunchucks whistled through the air.
A pulley hung over the pit. The twins hooked Nathaniel’s cuffed wrists to it and stepped back. The chain jerked and he rose off the floor and swung out over the water. Then it began to lower him, one slow notch at a time.
Nathaniel watched the octopuses. They did not look up.
“Ah,” he said. “That’s different.”
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