The Art of Mingling
" ... lot o' furs here," Rhine breathed, over the rim of her cool, clear glass, which was half-full of alcohol, ice cubes clinking about. "All of 'em thinkin' 'bout the same thing." Her sturdy rudder-tail steered aimlessly behind her, brown-furred and...
Apples of My Eye
" ... and your parents aren't home, and I don't wanna leave her with mine, and, uh ... Ketchy's waiting, and I kind of have to go," Adelaide blurted, suddenly handing their restless, squirming daughter over, putting her in the mouse's arms. "Uh,...
Brave
Burning. Is what it was. A burning. And as soon as he was out the door ... as soon as he was clear (from the eyes of others, and from the judgment of others), he let loose. He cried. Field, shaking and twitching ... made it to his...
Delicately Around the Room
She was like juniper when he breathed her. Or a windy sigh of a day in May. The mouse thought of such things ... as they did (slowly) sway. Lately, it had taken merciful nights to keep the world at bay. To keep this conspiracy away. To keep it...
Balm for Dichotomy
AUTHOR'S NOTE -- This is the Season Four premiere, as it were, of "Luminous" ... Mid-morning. A gurgling ball of fluff ... extended in the squirrel's paw. The snow leopard frowned. "Pet it." "What is ... 'it,' exactly?" ...
'Til We Have Faces
Her white, sharp-clawed paws danced, lazily, on the aesthetically-smooth and pleasing surface of the computer console. The fur of her paws being a snowy-white, and the pads being a charcoal-black. She tap-tapped here and there, bringing up images on...
Stress Fractures
"I thought it didn't rain in the desert," Desmond said, through squinting eyes. His tall, rabbit-like ears drooped over, trying (in vain) to be umbrella-like. His muzzle still got wet, and water droplets still weighed down his whisker tips. His...
Leaving the Den
A swish. Wren turned. "Oh ... hey ... " "Hey," was the response. As Rella stepped out of the lift. Onto the darkened bridge. "Mm ... lonely at the top, mm?" "What?" The other squirrel turned back to the console he'd been at ... near the...
Two-Step Revival
It was twilight now. And snowing now. And, now, Adelaide and Field were walking the sidewalks (and side streets) of Sheridan. Lit by weak lampposts. Lit by the headlights of trolleys ... and they chug-a-lugged around corners. Here and there. But always...
Some Clear Joy
AUTHOR'S NOTE -- (( Yeah, I'm considering this non-yiff, because ... though there's sexual ... things ... mm ... \*smiles and giggles\* ... I don't really elaborate on it. In the writing. Like, I don't show all the motions. It's not really in the...
Borderline Personality Disorder
They looked at each other from across the table. She spoke first. "This is what we're gonna do," Ezri whispered, her bushy tail regally arcing behind her chair, well-groomed and buoyant. "I picked up a case of snow rabbit alcohol ... uh, so...
Hush
'You gonna come inside?' was the thought-spoken question. More a concern. As she padded, in her bare, pink foot-paws, through the green, uncut grass. It hadn't been cut in two weeks. Dandelions (both feline-yellow and cotton-white) bobbed in the yard,...