A Homo, a Hetero, and a Metro Walk Into a Bar
"All right, guys, one round on me, and then we're off to the movies, whadda ya say?" There's nothing quite as difficult as trying to keep up the morale of the morally impaired, and as much as I loved my friends, they were about as hopeless as it...
Tea is Served
"Like something from _The Addams Family."_ "Not nearly so ooky." As Cory Windrunner pushed the button that sounded a Westminster carillon, she had to admit that Gabriel had a point. The house was huge and sprawling, a mansion to lesser beings,...
Quiet Voices
**_Saturday Afternoon_** Emmanuel had run at a maintenance pace for the past five or six kilometers, enjoying the fresh air of the country rather than the less-than-pleasant air of the city or the canned air of an indoor track. Running was his...
Communion
Zachary Parker wasn't sure if he was nervous or excited. He'd taken a Psych 101 class that had explained that, as far as the body was concerned, the physiological sensations were the same, what with adrenaline (and other stuff he couldn't remember the...
Trouble Shared
Benedict looked up in surprise at the knock on his open office door. "My dear Dr. Wind Runner!" he offered with quiet yet sincere enthusiasm. "Whatever are you doing in this chilly if venerable building of what we hope will be education?" The...
Because We Have Wings
**_Monday_** There is nothing better than waking up naturally, rising slowly from the depths of sleep because of the clear, slowly growing dawn bringing golden light into your bedroom windows -- or, in this case, into the high windows set into the...
Dreams Take Flight
**_Sunday Night_** The storm was strong, but not violent. What thunder there was stayed at a respectful distance, and after it passed, all that was left was the firm, steady drumming upon the roof high above. The horses seemed content to stay in...
The Late Train
The railway platform hadn't changed since the days that it had first come into being. No matter the time of day, no matter the weather, the season, the year, the century, it still felt of necessity and enforced patience. It wasn't "clean" in the way...
The Rooftop Muse
My name is Naomi McLeroy, and I'm part of the county's CSI department. I'm a vixen therian, a creature whose mere existence is a mixed blessing in the world of humans. I can perform a special service that few humans can do: I can see and speak to...
The Day After
Eoin McCracken was dreaming of being pampered, until he woke slowly and discovered that it was actually happening. He murred softly, feeling his fur being minutely stroked and caressed by his great crimson dragon lover. Benedict seemed to be massaging...
The Day
Gabriel lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling, trying to let his mind drift. Beside him on the bed, curled up and facing away from him, lay the beautiful cremello mare who had shared with him delights he wasn't even entirely sure he could have...
The Soaring Gryphon
"Hyromaq, would you please play for me?" "Of course I would, my little princess. Would you like something special?" "Would you play the windsong again?" She could hear the smile in his voice. "With pleasure." The strings came alive before her,...