Only Love Survives
The young vixen, her white fur almost glistening in contrast to the dark muted blue of her outfit, waited as patiently as possible given the circumstances. Even from a distance, she could smell the myriad scents of the crime scene - sweat, blood,...
What It's About
"Why do you suppose no one's written porn about us?" The young meerkat nearly dropped the bar of weights that he was trying to bench press. He was saved from an untimely crushing of his chest by the intervention of a large, black, silver-striped...
Sentinel
“Why me?" “I don't know." ...
Squirrely's Nuts
**(Read the above, or this won't be nearly as much fun)** So here's the transcript of our bit of bawdy roleplay, as I tell the hoss a bedtime story... Gabriel Clyde: hehehi wuff Gabriel Clyde: sleepy stallion abut to go to bed Gabriel Clyde: how's...
Grayson's Triad Book 1 -- Prologue
# Dedication This is for all of us who would rather include than exclude, and who wish to love another for who he is rather than who we hope he'll become. And for Nickey Froberg Drayer, who helped me learn this. I miss you, Hyzenthlay. _Quote:_ _"I...
Crime Scene
_ Tuesday, April 2 Winchester Heights_ A lot of things may be said to swarm. Bees do it, as the old song goes. So do football fans at the stadium gates. Groupies at a rock concert. Relatives at a will reading. The swarm that I see most...
Coffee Break (Tenuki)
Benedict Spenser, crimson dragon, literature professor, all-too-merry prankster, was enjoying the comparative quiet of The Extra Credit café in the later morning hours of Boxing Day, occasionally chortling to himself at what he'd done to his Saluki...
Right of Passage
Elliot tried to finish his soda slowly, but it was difficult with all the sounds of pounding bass rhythms next door almost strong enough to feel through the floor. The diner was reasonably well soundproofed; if it weren't, chances were good that they'd...
Relative Beginnings
_Friday Evening_ I pulled into the driveway of my country estate (as I jokingly refer to it) with plenty of evening sun waiting for us. Emmanuel, who was used to his own delivery-van-sized vehicle, was happy that I drove a large and comfortable...
Restless Spirits
_"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it." -- George Santayana_ _"I've got news for Mr. Santayana: We're doomed to repeat the past no matter what. That's what it is to be alive." -- Kurt Vonnegut_ "Can I help you?" The...
Collar 2 -- Angel
I wasn't sure which had wakened me, the gasp and stifled cry or the crashing of the mug to the carpeted floor. One or both had also wakened the young gray-furred wolf who had, until then, dozed quite peacefully in my spooning embrace; now, I felt him...
Warrior's Spirit
_I was afraid to go to her, not because I did not return her love, but because it would make saying goodbye all the more difficult..._ "I AM SPARTASTICUS!" I shouted against the icy blasts of unceasing, howling wind._"I am the Khranoth cheetah...