Unsportsmanlike Behavior
A November Saturday afternoon, well into the football season, became my turn to meet some of Aleksandr's friends. I confess that I was more than a little nervous; as an old bear who hadn't enjoyed sports that much when I was being ridiculed and...
Shedding Season
Mona was living up to her name, being even more vocal than usual in her enthusiastic coupling. A well-made golden-furred Labrador of early-middle years, she was rarely stingy in how she used her voice during lovemaking, but today was one for the...
Ring In the New
"Happy New Year, GMT!" Laughter rang with the clinking of glasses filled with sparkling cider, toasts were drunk all round, and then began the joyous abandon of kissing in the new year. Eoin snagged Zachary for his first and warmest kiss, and for a...
Behind Blue Eyes
"Pardon me..." Cory Wind Runner looked up from her book, expecting to see Benedict before her, not merely because the accent sounded like his but also because who else would be haunting the Extra Credit café at this point of a midweek day in...
Grooming
**_Saturday Morning_** Emmanuel was having an unusual dream about being in some kind of horse racing arena, with a mixture of feral and anthro horses, lined up in some variation of a starting gate that was able to accommodate all of them. A raucous...
Kubla Khan
Nate didn't really understand seasons. He wasn't stupid; he understood planetary orbits, growing seasons, the endless cycles of life. He just didn't have much use for seasons in general. His element - perhaps literally - was ice, and it was the one...
Arrangements
"What the hell do you mean, I'm dead?" Were I anyone else, such a question would probably have sent me in search of some nice young males in their clean white coats (or whatever other fur color they might have) to come and take the speaker away. I,...
Surrogate, Part 1
I’ve heard it said that there are places where time passes differently than it ordinarily does. As much a fan of science fiction and time travel stories as I am (I’ve dabbled in the genre, trying to freshen it a bit), I don’t imagine that what we call...
Answers
Just as the lawyer seemed to be turning into a real furson, something in him shifted. Barton could almost hear the wheels and gears churning. "There may be some problems. My claim on the kits should supersede the wolves', based upon _nunc pro tunc_...
Chapter 1: Going to the Dogs
Quote: Have you ever felt uncomfortable in your own skin? Maybe there's a reason... Jeremiah Pym is a private detective - not the flashy gun-toting gumshoe of old, but a quiet, respectable shamus of modern day who earns a modest living on...
It Takes a Skunk, Part 1
Crime scene investigation is both science and art, as I had come to discover even before I came to work for the city's CSI division. Granted, as a vixen therian,...
Collar 15 -- Answers
A great number of my parishioners came up to me after the service to congratulate me on my decision. All held the opinion that Fletcher looked to be a fine pup, that I'd be a good sire for him, and when would they get a chance to see him "for real"...