Free The Dragon Done It by Mike Resnick, Eric Flint

Who'd have thought he'd turn into something with so many teeth?"
    "Yah. Poor Iapetos."
    "Who'd have thought it?" I agreed. "So you didn't mind my, er, client making the substitution? Not putting the hat on herself."
    "Nah," said Oceanus, picking a piece of driftwood from between his teeth. "It can get pretty dull, you know, being a Titan. Everything's smaller than you are. Even most worlds."
    "Especially most worlds," put in Hyperion.
    "Yah. And it isn't every day we get to see a place we've never seen before."
    "Especially one that's bigger than we are."
    "And that driver."
    "One weird character."
    "Yah. And just a little . . . would you say . . . ?"
    "Scary?" I put in.
    "Yah. Scary. We don't get scared much."
    They sat silent for a minute or two, considering fear with eyes like turning worlds.
    "So," I said, "my client's debt?"
    "All paid," said Hyperion, swiping that mighty hand again. "No bother. You guys, you did something today nobody's done for a long time."
    "An eon," put in Oceanus.
    "An eon," Hyperion agreed.
    The dame pressed some of my favorite parts of her body close to me. I relaxed back in the chair and said, "What did we do?"
    "You surprised us."
     
    "It's a long time since I surprised a god," I said when the Titans had left.
    "They aren't gods," said the dame.
    "Next best thing," I replied. I pointed to the footmarks on the carpet. "The size they are, they might as well be."
    "You know, that's always puzzled me. They must be, what, a thousand miles high? But they always manage to fit in an ordinary room. How do they do that?"
    "Search me," I said. "I still don't know how we got them inside that filing cabinet. I never folded a Titan before."
    We both stared at the cabinet.
    "Is the world inside that top drawer bigger than this one?" she asked.
    "Bigger than all of them put together," I said. "At least, that's what the guy in the market said when he sold it to me. I've only been inside it three times now but, from what I've seen so far, I think he may be right."
    "It impressed the hell out of the Titans."
    "That was the idea."
    "What about the one who, um, stayed behind? What do you think will happen to him?"
    "Iapetos? Search me. I'm just glad I got him down there in the first place. I promised the driver I would, you see. That was the ticket price we agreed on, you see, when I was down there hunting werewolves. That was the fare: one Titan."
    "What does the Search Engine driver want with a Titan? Especially one in so many pieces."
    "Who knows? Maybe they burn well."
    Slithering off my lap, she danced across the office. The Titans had been good enough to clear away both the corpse of the poor Alsatian and the mess it left behind, so she had room to pirouette. She'd taken off the sweater and hung it over the stove to dry, which improved the view no end.
    "You knew all along, didn't you?" she said, reaching a breathless halt. "All that time you were just keeping me talking and watching me dig myself deeper and deeper."
    Enjoying the sight of her chest rising and falling, I nodded.
    "I didn't work it out all at once," I said. "The information I gathered at Lycanthropia Terminus just confirmed the hunch I got when I worked out what that pooch had really said while it was dying on the carpet."
    "And what was that?"
    "When the poor critter turned into a man, it absorbed just enough human vocabulary to ask for help; of course, being a German shepherd, it came out as hilfe . After that, I thought it said knock ."
    "Knock?"
    "Yeah. Only I think what it was really trying to say Knochen ."
    "What does that mean?"
    "Brush up your German, sweetheart. It means bone . The poor mutt was just looking for his lunch."
    "You're so clever, my own little poor mutt. Have you got a bone?"
    "Why don't you come over here and find out for yourself?"
    She came over and, funny, all that German went right out of my head. Like I said: femme , yes; fatale , most definitely. Ooh la la.
     

This Town Ain't Big Enough
Tanya Huff
    "Ow!