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...
TTYS -- Welcome to the Mews
A walk of only six blocks brought the four friends to a very discreet door just off the high street, tucked away in the small, short road with the amusing sign of "Panthera Mews." Simba laughed, pointing out the sign to Kovu. "I'll bet he does, with...
TTYS -- Saturday Morning Coffee
Four friends gathered around the table at the cafe, enjoying the coffee, the company, and the sweetness of a Saturday mid-morning with the promise of something special attached to it. The great tawny lion chuckled as he looked across the table to the...
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...
Annabel Lee
The day, bright, cool, clear, was not what many would call "proper" for a funeral. It was an anomaly in this rainy spring, being the third in a string of dry days with little cloud cover. The mourners could not help but comment on how beautifully the...
Dancer From the Dance, Part 1
_Mozhem li my otdelit' tantsora ot tantsa?_ _ _ Some very few, very fortunate, souls are born into a real family; the rest of us have to spend a lifetime searching for it, and of those, some very few, very fortunate, actually find it. Only in this...
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,...
Dancer From the Dance, Part 2
**_Walpurgisnacht_** I wasn't fully aware of holding my breath until it came out in a rush of air, in a gasp, in sounds that had tried to be words and failed. Abram stood calmly before me, his soft amber eyes gazing at me half-lidded, breathing...
The First Door
"Dr. Spenser? Benedict?" "Here, Zachary." "Why is it dark?" "I just asked you to keep your eyes closed for a little while. Do you feel ready to open them?" "I'm not sure. I have a feeling I know where we are." "We're in two places, Zachary. One is...
Real Love on a Train
I'll say this for her: It was an interesting venue for a break-up. Debbie never gave herself enough credit for her ingenuity, especially in the machinations of twisting the knife. She's a vixen, and the daughter of an alcoholic mother, so some would...
Readership, Part 2
Following the adage that "no good deed goes unpunished," Gwydion found himself padding down the hallway of the hospital the next morning, on his way to meet the fox whose life he had helped to save. He was accompanied by two males who couldn't have...
The Stallion's Tale, Part 1
_Eight years ago..._ Gabriel pushed the wheelbarrow carefully across the dusty expanse of dimpled hardpan, having learned the hard way that moving too quickly could cause the entire load of muck to fly just about everywhere at once. Stripped to the...