ShapeShifter Kisses

April 5, 2021

Atlantis, UFO File, Spring & Easter’s Arrival by Savanna Kougar

 In Wolf Peak Territory

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

 
 Springtime Easter Howls, Yowls, and Growls, ShapeShifter Lovers! 

Revelries abound, the ongoing joyous celebration of Spring, of Easter’s arrival lifts the spirits of ALL living in the Peak.

 In harmony with the new Aquarian Age renaissance energies… and also, attuned to the rise of Atlantis, the true beneficent vision that is–all THOSE in Wolf Peak are thriving, expanding their spiritual abilities, their personal horizons. In the Peak communities many are building their surroundings, their lifestyles, in the image of their most favored historical period/era–an idealized fantasy-advanced version/vision. Or bringing forth the highest possibilities of that particular cultural time.

Through Shendy Kaslan Wize, an Atlantean Priestess, who currently lives in the Peak with her two cowboy shapeshifter mates — because of her diplomatic liaison with the fifth-dimensional Atlantis, Shendy’s original home — now the gorgeously artistic Atlantean lifestyle of those antediluvian times is being created anew in some areas of Wolf Peak Territory.

 However, the spingtime fun, the high spirits of March/April 2021 has been tempered by the diabolical and terrible realities facing all GOOD BEINGS on our beloved planet Earth… that is, at this cosmic spinpoint. One terror plan of the alien-darkside cabal includes what has been called Project Blue Beam — or what is known as the fake ET/Alien invasion designed to fraudulently, brutally force those on Earth beneath the crushing-torture boot of total tyranny.  

Dante, the alpha wolf shifter leader, and his various  protective teams, are preparing for the Herculean battles ahead. They are busy informing everyone in the Peak. The following video is one educational tool being used. 

Dark Journalist: X State Of The Union UFO File & Global Control!

 Two of the UFO Watcher Guardians in the Peak, they keep a wolfen and eagle eye on otherworld ETs, on other dimensional Visitors — those who are friends, those who are ruthless enemies. Because yes, as revealed before, Wolf Peak has their own fearsome Space Force commanded by Blade Runner. A rabbit humanoid ET, he fell to Earth many years ago.

The sacred time of Easter is here. Joyous and sacred celebrations of the venerated Spring Goddess, of ‘Christ Rising’, of ‘new birth’ abound throughout the various Peak communities. The children are lovingly embraced with every Easter/Eostre tradition. They are encouraged to form strong bonds with all creatures great and small. For the animal side of shifters are BELOVED, HEART-TREASURED in Wolf Peak. Of course.

Given the potential psyop labeled Project Blue Beam, given the extremely volatile and dangerous endtimes before us — then the beginning of the magnificent freedoms of the Aquarian Age… because psycho-soulless enemies from every corner of Earth, and beyond, are currently attacking Wolf Peak… yes, the warriors and warrioressses are crucial to surviving and thriving. Now from every region of Mother Earth, from every time period, also from other galaxies and dimensions,  the warrioresses and warriors gather in greater force. For, not only do they want protect the Wolf Peak community, but their fiercest desire is to join, to belong. To know real freedom.

One such warrior is Stag Man with his ancient-lineage wolf pack. Relentlessly, they fight as part of the Peak’s Guardian Teams. Stag Man’s impressive antlers serve as cosmic and planetary antenna… or being in direct communication with Mother Nature and the Beneficent Beings, those who favor our planet and all life here.

 According to the Peak’s beloved Circle of Witches, many in the human family have realized at an ever higher, wiser level in this year 2021, that they must arise and fight, battle the evil forces desperate to conquer Mother Earth — and all LIFE here. For too long, as a world population, the human race has been lulled into a sheep-like state of disarmed obedience. The time for spiritual discernment is here. Who is enemy? Who is friend? Let the battle begin… and be won!
 

 This is the Year of the Metal Ox, or the blade-warrior spirit of the Bull as it is called in Wolf Peak. This rogue, medieval band of merry men has time-traveled from the era of Robin Hood bringing their tough breed of cattle. Desiring to settle down, they are in search of wives. Of course, they roam and protect the wild forests of the Peak territory from every manner. every vicious type of foe.

 Once upon a time, during the Age of the Tartarian Giants, magnificent bulls ruled the skies above fantastical megalithic castles and the most splendid ornamental cities. These incredible bulls chased off, goring, then stomping on all dangerous predators. Well, it turns out a remnant population survives in Montana living deep within the Rocky Mountains. They live in isolated splendor. Representatives have contacted Dante wishing to establish a mutually beneficial relationship through trade, also offering their covert protection.

 The Feline Protectors arrive in ferocious force, once again, on planet Earth. During the times of Ancient Egypt many cat humanoids became bodyguards for those who practiced Good Magick and built the Good technology. They particularly favored powerful women. Knowing they are beloved by longtime immigrant to the Peak, Z’Pasha, granddaughter of the Egyptian goddess, Bastet, and mate of Superwolf, White Fang — knowing they are always welcome in Wolf Peak Territory, the Feline Protectors now base themselves inside the Interspecies Pleasure Club, an enormous subterranean complex.

Well aware the exceptionally diverse Guardian Teams in Wolf Peak Territory are always revered… and in league with the Feline Protectors, the cosmos-traveling Black Panther Race is offering their wise and legendary Guidance. Several of their boldest claw-ruthless troopers have volunteered to be a part of the Peak’s Guardian Teams — also to assist in teaching all levels of defense training. For, to save this jewel of a planet is to save the galaxy itself from the darkest, most diabolical tyranny.

One of the Peak’s Celtic priestess, she walks beneath the bright rays of the Worm Moon, on March 28th, also known as the Lenten Moon, Crow Moon, Crust Moon, Chaste Moon, Sugar Moon, and Sap Moon… so it begins. Mother Earth greets the rising strength and light-giving prowess of the Sun — thus awakening, warming her soils. She feeds the robins, the other mating birds with earthworms, with the foods they need to nourish their young. With her Golden Beingness, the Celtic priestess lovingly assists Sol.

As a new Magickal Way arises upon Earth –There is More Emergence of the Fae Realm … for, they wish to live upon the surface of our unique abundant planet. They desire to interact with humanity, to join with the mystical Divine power of the human race. Together, they wish to create a plentiful and beautiful Paradise for All.

 While Bear Shapeshifters, their clans, their families — every species of Bear — thrive in Wolf Peak, a new, yet ancient Bear Shamanic tribe out of the Russian lands… they now join the epic battle to keep the Peak community, and Mother Earth protected. They will use their fearsome spiritual Bear Energy to counter Project Blue Beam, to destroy the evil lizard humanoids, and the anti-human reptilian races who would conquer any and every galaxy– for, they are AI-controlled enemies who rape, pillage, and plunder planet worlds.


Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, 

Savanna Kougar

December 25, 2020

Winter Solstice, Thor’s Hammer, Cosmic Snow Kisses by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 10:18 am

 Christmas Comes To Wolf Peak Territory

  Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

So, I’ve been working on my Winter Solstice post…but couldn’t get it done before now…

Hearth and Home, Christmas Eve in Wolf Peak Territory

 Waiting for Santa Claws

 Yuletide Joy For All…

End of the Year 2020 In Wolf Peak Territory… 

Winter Solstice *Howls and Yowls and Growls* In 2020, Shapeshifter Lovers.

Again, Happy Howlidays to All from Wolf Peak Territory.

Thunderbolt, silver wolf shapeshifter and grandson of Thor, raised his dynastic lightning hammer high, a dramatic action that impressed all in the Great Hall. “Judgement by the Universe Council has arrived for the Dark Destroyers who dare bring death and destruction upon Mother Earth, upon her precious sentient beings. 

The torment, the torture of the Innocent, of the Good, has exceeded all tolerance. Despite the Cosmic Federation’s proper warnings, and prior punishments, nothing has deterred Those Dark Ones Who Refuse the Heart, Those Who Rape the Soul of Sovereign Beings.

Thunderbolt swung the gigantic god-weapon crashing it on the wood-plank table. Fiery sparks, enormous flashes of blue forked lightning, the sound boomed blistering the air. Yet, the table remained untouched, perfectly pristine.

“Let the Great Judgement begin, ferocious and merciless.”

“Only mercy for Those Who Are Deserving.” A halo of crystalline sparks emanated from the lovely fae queen. “The Black Hearts must be cleansed from our Earth realm. We must bring forth our strongest powers, my Wolf Peak family. On this shortest day, on this longest night–this Winter Solstice–we join together in the spiritual battle. With relentless determination we will destroy Those Who Would Destroy us, Those Global Deceivers who are irreversibly harming our Great Mother planet.”  

 Thundercloud, Thunderbolt’s brother, brought his Hammer of Judgement down, a shattering explosion that shook the Great Gathering Hall.

“Victory belongs to the righteously good.” 

Hearty bellows of agreement competed with the sound of his hammer. 

Before the echoes subsided, Saxia stood. She raised her arm in triumph as she met the gazes of those around her. “On this sacred Winter Solstice I have good news, my sisters and brothers in Wolf Peak. My home realm of Hyperborea joins this highest spiritual battle. We join with our advanced mind abilities and with our most savage warriors.”

 “Saxia, Saxia, Saxia…” the chant traveled throughout the Hall.

  Silvermist, Thunderbolt’s sister, thrust her Hammer of Judgement high. In victory. “My grandfather, Thor, lives eternally in our Spirit. We the Silver Wolf Pack. We will not accept any form of world tyranny. Now, the false gods invade our Mother Earth to rule, to ruthlessly pillage and plunder, to enslave the Helpless. No!” She pumped the hammer, “we will fight.”

“Silvermist, Silvermist, Silvermist. We will fight,” the thunderous chorus erupted shaking the arched rafters of the Great Hall.

“We will fight,” Zheros stood, naturally commanding the attention of All. The Leader of the Stag Clans in Wolf Peak Territory, he had become one of Dante, alpha wolf leader, and his mate, Kitty’s top shifter advisors. 

“Even now, as you know, we and our Fae companions, battle every enemies with the ancient and potent power of Magick. On this mystical night of the Winter Solstice the Cosmic Knowledge gained through our antenna antlers will empower our fight. We know in the Aquarian Age WE LIVE FREE or we perish on our beloved Mother Earth.”

Kaashyda, Celtic Wisdom Priestess, head of various spiritual communities in the Peak… she glided beside the stag shifter. 

 “As you speak, Zheros. In the antediluvian days of Freedom when the Atlantean culture was Good, when all was prosperous and joy lived in every heart. The time when there was a grand creative paradise and every individual could bring forth according to their WILL.”

Kaashyda raised her arm as if she held the torch, the torch triumphantly held by Lady Liberty.

“So it will be again. If we dare to fight. For, victory is within reach. It is ours, dearest Peak family.”

Razor, Freedom Rider, and one of the roughest, toughest Bikers in Wolf Peak, clapped his two buddies on the back. The razorback boar shifter had been ‘buds’ with Thunderbolt’s brothers, Silver Bullet and Silver Blade, since their days of patrolling the Peak’s most dangerous borders.

“Hammers of Judgement!” Razor boomed like a thunderclap. “Bring them down, my Vikings. We will hammer every Soulless, Heartless enemy into useless particles. We will blow their pitiful remains into the black void of the Universe.”

In unison Silver Bullet and Silver Blade struck the wood-plank table. Electrified air spun like a cyclone above everyone in the Great Hall. 

Once the storm of energy had swirled to stillness, Razor beckoned Solivia, inviting the Fae Seeress to share her mystical knowledge about the Winter Solstice. With a grace of movement, and with her two mini-dragon companions perched atop her shoulders, Solivia joined Razor.  Wrapped in a subtle golden light, she beamed a smile. “I bring you good tidings from Gypsy Red Wolf and our Circle of Witches. On this 2020 Winter Solstice, on this hallowed day–the beginning of the New Light–the planets Jupiter and Saturn partner with each other in a beautiful celestial dance. This rare dance of expansive and organizing energies will guide our Aquarian Age future.  Will inspire our innovative and invention-fueled grand renaissance.”  Solivia opened her arms. Her wings shimmered, a bright lovely magick. “My Beloved Ones, as you know, this year’s sacred-dimensional Stargate is a Goddess-God powerful transformational point on Mother Earth. Our Golden-Spirit transmutation will usher us toward greater galactic truths. Toward a whole-holy consciousness of Benefit to everyone.”
 Solivia floated, an airy beautiful vision. “Today’s Grand Conjunction will ultimately revolutionize our lives beyond what most currently imagine. Know, from this point forward, epic changes will cascade like a fast-rushing, enormous waterfall. Know too, this Aquarian Age Solstice is connected to the Winter Solstice Stargate of 2012. As you realize, this was the beginning of Ascension energies. Now the full activation of the Higher Heart begins.” 

“The Higher Heart.” Solivia’s stag shifter mate, Draegh, approached. He embraced her close, then planted a soft kiss on her cheek. 
 “During this epic time of Change–this time of both troubles and triumphs,” he addressed their gathering. “We would all be wise to have a bag full of hammers.” Draegh grinned. “Hammers are practical and good tools. Right, my friends?”
His expression turned serious, his gaze far-seeing. “Cosmically, it is a time for building, constructing our world anew. By using our spiritual magickal hammers.” 
 Draegh hugged his mate closer. His love for her was visible as a radiant force. “To achieve our Aquarian-Age future we will use our bag full of hammers not only to build, but to defeat our foes. We will use the Hammer of Judgement. We will hammer, stomp every evil predator into the slime and mud. By my oath”

Dante, their alpha wolf leader, flipped the Hammer of Judgement high above him. As he strode to the speaker’s platform, he performed a series of fancy and impressive maneuvers–as if he threw and twirled a baton. Thunderbolt had gifted Dante with a Thor’s Hammer suited to his size.

“He’s trying out for the Viking cheerleader’s squad,” Kitty, his mate, joked, her tone playful. She took hold of his hand as Dante joined her on the Hall’s platform.

 “I have to show off for my gorgeous mate.” Dante gave Kitty’s waist a loving squeeze. “The Jupiter-Saturn Winter Solstice we are celebrating, this heavenly sign introducing the Aquarian Age, promises freedom, true freedom, individual freedom,” he paused, then continued in his growly voice, “if we are brave enough to take it.”

“We are brave enough,” roared throughout the Great Hall.

“The Aquarian Age,” Kitty spoke once silence reigned. “This celestial dance of planets, as Solivia explained, bestows a new harmony between women and men. We now own the opportunity to dance together with ‘A Higher Heart’. With a more loving heart.”

Kitty spread her arms as if she embraced everyone present. “The marriage of the feminine and masculine energies becomes possible in a holistic and beautiful way. This is because we dance, we create life in a union far beyond what we have experienced on our precious Mother Earth.”

Kitty finished with these words, “We live, move, and have our being in LOVE.” 

Cosmic Snow Kisses During the Winter Solstice Grand Conjunction.  Feel the Love of the Universe Surround and Touch Every Inch of You.

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Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, 

Savanna Kougar

December 17, 2020

Somber Gathering, the Battle Is Joined In Wolf Peak by Savanna Kougar

 Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

Mid-December Howls and Yowls and Growls, Shapeshifter Lovers. 

Happy Howlidays to All from Wolf Peak Territory.

So, I began this long flash scene a couple of weeks ago, having half-dreamed the beginning as I awakened. It turned out to be quite the project–with the usual-tedious life interruptions. But then, I adore my fictional world, and only wish I could finish one of the WIPs for epublishing.

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This flash scene takes place during the week of Thanksgiving in Wolf Peak Territory. Celebrations continue in the three towns of Moonrise Lake, Green Buffalo, and Sunrise Prairie—and, of course, inside the Interspecies Pleasure Club, the enormous subterranean complex.

There are ongoing family get-togethers, both festive and sacred community banquets, friends enjoying the warm and loving company of their friends. Inside the Pleasure Club, the wide variety of pubs, of eateries and nightclubs, including Dante’s Midnight Stardust Supperclub, offer splendiforous entertainments. The most popular is *dancing the night way* romance.

However, most of all an attitude of gratitude reigns  throughout the greater Peak community. 

As well, planning for the Winter Solstice celebration is underway.

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The Battle Is Joined In Wolf Peak Territory

Once Dante stood, silence descended over the immense Hall. Having gained the attention of everyone present, the alpha wolf-shifter leader roamed his gaze over the momentous gathering, the first of its kind in the Peak. Affection and respect shone in his eyes as if they’d been lit by the night’s full moon.

Remnants of their mostly traditional, hearty Thanksgiving feast covered ten, large wood-plank tables. All appetites had been served—carnivorous, vegetarian, vegan, supernatural delicacies—examples being the fae and ET communities.

The fantasy Medieval Hall had recently been constructed in an underground wing of the Pleasure Club. During a sacred-fire conference in midsummer, Dante and his precious mate, Kitty, along with the Guardian Teams, had chosen this Camelot Arthurian atmosphere to ‘heart and soul’ connect with each other. To make merry with each other.

“Ladies, Lords, Knights, and Sovereigns of Greater Wolf Peak Territory,” Dante intoned. “On this howl-honored night of the Full Beaver Moon, we come together to speak the most noble of truths. Thus, to plan for the benefit of All.”

“Hear, hear,” and other words of approval echoed throughout the Hall.

“We are here. The final battle.” Dante reached for Kitty’s hand. “As you know, we stand on the precipice of an epic worldwide conflict. The war between Good and evil culminates in the Heavens, and now accelerates here on planet Earth.”

Dante swept his arm over everyone. “Beyond what we have already battled, the battles we have won and are winning–this cosmic war arrives. On the cathedral that is our beloved land. Here in Wolf Peak.”

“As you are aware, the forecasts and spiritual guidance of our amazing Shamans, and our beloved Circle of Witches, has kept us prepared.” Dante gave a reverent nod toward the tables where they sat. “With this advantage we are able to prepare for any enemy attack.”

Dante acknowledged another group of tables. “Of course you also know, we have kept our super-tech, and our own loyal AI system, watching, learning, listening, infiltrating every enemy-monstrous cabal–all those who attempt to destroy us.” 

Kitty stood, joining Dante. Their hands remained lovingly clasped. “Eyes on the skies, my Peak friends. I promise every minute of every day the evil warships are being monitored.” Dante drew in a long breath, casting a solemn gaze over his most trusted warriors and advisors. 

“I must report the terrible and expected invasion has finally begun. The sinister arrival of those who would genocide us, steal our very souls. Those who would then rape and viciously plunder our Mother Earth. They have landed, a massive fleet.”

Murmurs of Knowing, of agreement moved, an unstoppable tidal wave around Dante and Kitty. Truth reigned.

“These endtimes demand our wisdom, our decisive action. Let us be a council for each other on this Sacred Moon night.” Dante waved his arm in a grand inclusive gesture.

“As we all realize, the Jupiter Saturn conjunction on the magickal Winter Solstice,  on December 21, 2020–this is the grand celestial activation. We stand before the Aquarian Age. We stand on the majestic precipice of the Golden Renaissance. We own the Divine Right to create an evolution-revolution for All on planet Earth. To stand tall and proud with the Universal Awakened Ones.”

“Yes. Aye,” rippled, chorused, the resolve ferocious, obvious.

Dante pumped his fist high. “The time is here. Awaken the beast that cannot be caged.” 

Fueled by their inner beasts, ferocious shouts of agreement erupted shaking the Hall. 

“To earn this future,” Dante kept his fist raised. “if our shifter-supernatural and human community is to continue surviving, continue thriving we must fight a *Bigger, Badder, Fiercer* battle against every menacing, maniacal dictatorship.” 

Kitty stepped forward, shooting her fist into the air. “We must win this Golden Renaissance future. We must slay every form of tyranny for the sake of our families, and our loved ones. As never before we must fight. We must win the future of Earth for the sake of all sentient beings, all good souls.”

“Truer words were never spoken,” Big D, the immortal rancher, bellowed in his dominant, but calm voice. “Just like you take off a muscle car’s governor, take off your own governor.”

“The battle is joined,” Dante proclaimed, his tone savage determination.

“The battle is joined!” The chant resonated, thunderous, fierce—and for quite a long while. 

  “Council,” Dante yelled, his tone somber. He led the way to the Gathering Circle, a huge area near the Hall’s ten-foot blazing hearth.

The enormous chimney had been hidden in a natural rock outcropping where the winds ceaselessly swirled. Even so, there were patrols and tech surveillance on the watch for any manner of foul play.

“How goes our Border Outreach?” Dante directed his question to Farzagio, one of his Ratto Warriors. Part of an elite contingent, the shifter and his ‘rat pack’  worked with Big D establishing food supply lines outside of the Peak.

“Most excellent, Alpha Wolf Man. We are reaching out to more communities. The network grows, so to speak, as do the greenhouses. Yesterday, we triumphantly chased away a police enforcement unit. They attempted to close down the town’s stores and restaurants. We put the paranormal fear into them. Very enjoyable, if I may say so.”

Dante slapped Farzagio on the back. “Good, good.”

As Gypsy Red Wolf approached, Dante opened his arms. He gave the wolf-shifter Seeress a big hug. The first of her kind in the Peak, Gypsy headed their Circle of Witches.

“All’s not quiet on the borders, but contained,” Gypsy drily quipped. She favored Dante with one of her brilliant smiles, one many men would fight a Berserker horde for. “We’ve been following the fleet of reptilian warships, psi-observing as they disperse across the planet. This most current invasion is massive but being challenged by several Earth-based space fleets, and of course, the Pleiadian starships.”

“Earth’s breakaway societies, their space battalions,” Dante clarified as he strode toward their Council Gathering.

Briefly meeting his gaze, Gypsy nodded. “We’re psi-guiding our Wolf Peak Space Force…”

“No action required yet, boss wolf man.” Blade Runner interrupted, joining them. “Got your warning message. Our Space Force fleet is tip-top, humming with power. We’re ready to celestial-rumble with those borg-reptiles.” 

“Yeah? I’m impressed,” Dante playfully tugged on the ET rabbit-man’s long ear. “What’s up, doc? Are we keeping you in enough carrots?”

“Rolling in carrots, boss man.” Blade Runner grinned, then gripped the fancy hilt of his sword. “Still victorious in the competition ring. My silver-flashing rapier can’t be beat.”

“I always bet on you, bunny man.” Sherilyn flirtatiously tweaked his furry cheek.

“She does.” Zance, a timber wolf shifter, arm-lassoed his human mate’s waist, even as his pardner, Dontoya, a black cougar shifter, claimed Sherilyn’s shoulders.

“That was one heckuva Cowboy Thanksgiving shindig,” Blade Runner twanged, imitating the old Western movie star, Hopalong Cassidy.

“Dang right.” Big D clapped the rabbit man on his shoulder, engulfing it. “You could use more dancin’ lessons, though.”

Blade Runner twitched his tall ears, both amused and irritated.

“Yep, gotta agree, Space Commander Rabbit. You need dancin’ lessons,” Droy drawled. The mountain lion shifter, an expert rifleman, hugged his woman close. Dakota, his wolf shifter partner, lifted their mate’s hand, giving Shendy a kiss on her palm.

“Shendy, my Atlantean Priestess.” Dante halted among the large Gathering. Pivoting, he summoned her closer. “What say you about these world-conquering reptiles?”

“Light-phase weapons are most effective, Dante. On ship and also during a ground engagement. I have the holographic designs for those weapons memorized. I will project them on screen whenever your technicians wish.”

Dante gave a nod of thanks. As Kitty moved beside him, he twined their arms. “Talbot-tardia,” she began. “So sad, the problems only increase despite our constant attempts to assist those who are worthy.”

“Yes, your words are true, Kitty.” Wild Howling Moon spoke as she moved toward them. “Vetting those who want to escape into Wolf Peak has become a great challenge. Big D has increased our team. He also recruited a larger team to rescue, to encourage the good folks in Montana–and throughout the world to relocate here.”

“Music to my ears!” Kitty hugged the warrioress shaman, a wolfen shifter of Sioux heritage. They’d become fast friends.

“Razor,” Dante hailed the brawny biker who had his arm wrapped tightly around Khryssa, the elfin-human woman he adored.

Despite his huge stature, the razorback boar shifter pivoted on a dime. “Boss wolf. Yeah, we got our Freedom Rebel network onboard. Dang clear across the country, coast to coast. They’re doin’ the TOYS FOR TOTS thing. And findin’ the families who need help for the holidays.”

“Zeth,” Razor boomed across the Hall. “Tell Boss Wolf what you got planned with those flyin’ reindeers of yours.”

With his lanky stride, Zeth, a reindeer shifter himself, approached Dante. He’d tucked his adorable new wife beneath one long lean arm. The petite woman had a special gift for connecting humans and animals, as she’d discovered after arriving in Moonrise Lake last Christmas season.

“Yep, Boss Wolf. Me and my reindeer team will be assisting Santa Claws, delivering to families who are in need of a Merry Christmas. The Dragons have volunteered to make flights with us, too. Keina, our Pegasus gal, has her flight squad preparin’ to leave holiday packages. And Kalindi, with her Angel half-breed friends, will be flyin’ the night skies, poppin’ in homes to place presents beneath the tree.”

“Stellar work,” Dante growled. His gaze positively sparkly with inner joy.

Kitty beamed beside him. “Oh, yes, yes. Everyone is making toys and filling goodie gift bags. The collection rooms are already piled high.” 

Catching the alpha leader’s eye, White Fang, super-wolf shifter and editor of the Moonrise Daily Tribune, strolled toward his longtime ally. As usual, Pasha seductively clung to his arm.

Given White Fang’s wooing persistence over the years, he and the Egyptian feline-shifter goddess had become inseparable. 


“White Fang, ace crime reporter,” Dante reminded. Grinning, fangs exposed, he ribbed the super-wolf with his secretive past. “What have you got for me?”

“Biker Wolf Man, I got the good news.” White Fang did his own grinning. “No concern about our border patrols, about the Wolf Peak skies during Zeth’s holiday deliveries. As you requested, my Super Alliance Guardians will be doing double-watch duty. So will our Werewolf squads.”

“That is good news. Takes the weight off my shoulders, Super Wolf Man. Thanks.” They bumped fists.

“Thank you, White Fang.” Sincerity sweetened Kitty’s voice. She and Pasha affectionately greeted each other. Moving a short distance away, they engaged in girl chitchat.

“Talbot-tardia, anything percolating?” Dante quietly asked, his gaze hooded. “Earlier today I gotta a bad snarly feeling. Kitty did too.”

“I didn’t get the full report from my on-ground operative yet. He just returned tonight, in time for our Gathering. What I do know, yesterday two state-government types raised high holy hell with our former ‘unbeloved’ Mayor.”

“Cracked Filbert Gilbert,” Dante growly interjected. His hands transformed to wolf for moments.

“The bad guys twisted, no, change that. Let’s say pretzeled his bushy squirrel tail.” White Fang turned motioning to Rooster Cogburn, as the rooster shifter liked to be called. New to the Wolf Peak community, and therefore unknown in Talbot-tardia, he’d been able to infiltrate the were-squirrel’s inner circle.

The mayor, bitter to his core that he’d lost much of the population in the original Montana shapeshifter town some five years ago…he, and his cohorts, launched many a ruinous scheme. They also waged attack after attack against Wolf Peak—even collaborating, at times, with the Ophylus. Odd bedfellows, given the tentacles-everywhere, secret cabal plotted to destroy every shifter on the planet. 

“Rooster Cogburn.” Dante extended his hand to the red-haired man. He’d cock-of-the-walk strutted toward them. “Good to meet you. Welcome to Wolf Peak.”

“Alpha Wolf Man, privileged to meet you, to finally be here. I’ll cut to the big chase.” He glanced at White Fang, who gave the nod.

“Quite the crazy and crazed scene in the mayor’s office,” Rooster shook his coxcomb-like hair for emphasis. “Loud shouting, the mafia-brutish threats I overheard. The crux of the matter, though, Mayor Nutso was accused of hoarding, then hiding a large portion of the stimulus monies awarded to the town by the state welfare department.” 

Raising his dark brows, White Fang drily remarked, “No ‘Great Caesar’s Ghost’ surprise there.”

“Super Man comics?”

Rooster’s quizzical expression amused Dante, and he rumbled a laugh. “White Fang is a devoted fan. Anything else?”

“Bigtime info, Alpha Wolf Man. Came out during the squirrelly whimpers, the ear-painful whining. Truth is, the mayor is following orders from some darkstate entity he didn’t identify. He’s using the monies to fund a black-ops infiltration.” Rooster paused dramatically. “I tell you, it was eery. Once Mayor Nutso agreed to write down whatever, and showed the state-gov guys…nothing but silence.”

Dante rubbed his chin, musing. “That is bigtime, Rooster. Excellent work.”

“You bet. When it comes to Wolf Peak consider me a rooster with his tail on fire.” Respectfully bobbing his head, Rooster Cogburn then departed.

“Number fifteen in the black-ops category. Right, Biker Wolf Man?” White Fang presented his arm as Pasha returned to his side.

“My super man,” she sexily purred,

“Number fifteen, that’s my count,” Dante affirmed, after Kitty kissed his cheek.

“Saxia has arrived with her niece,” Kitty informed, her tone serious. “She has requested to speak with you about an urgent situation.”

“Of course.” Even as he spoke, Dante directed his gaze toward the beautiful Hyperborean warrioress. Originally from an innerworld realm, she’d made her home in one of the Peak’s larger forests.

Saxia approached, her hands on the shoulders of a teenage girl who strongly resembled her. Two enormous white wolves, flanked them. They’d been Saxia’s Protectors since her birth. 

“I greet you,” Dante spoke in the manner of the Nordic woman’s ancient people. Only a remnant population had survived the catastrophic forces eras ago on Earth.

“I greet you, Leader Dante. This is my niece, Laurexia. When leaving the travel tunnel yesterday, she encountered our enemies.”

Dante lowered himself onto one knee. “What happened, Laurexia? Please tell me.”

“Orphans,” she timidly blurted out. Her lovely blue eyes widened. “Mind control as you call it here, I believe.”

Arching a brow, Dante gently inquired, “Mind control?”

She drew in a long breath. “I was curious…and, and disobeyed.” Laurexia brought in another sustaining breath. “My Wolves were with me…I decided to explore the place of giant boulders once I was outside of our travel tunnel.”

“Beyond our Wolf Peak border?” The young woman’s deep distress swamped Dante.

“Yes, beyond the border. Only for a little while. I know I shouldn’t have…” Laurexia raised her hand. “May I connect with you? Show you in images what I observed and heard?”

Dante glanced up at Saxia. At her nod of approval, he smiled encouragingly. “Yes, go ahead, Laurexia.”

She placed her palm on his temple, a feather’s touch. The scene instantly unfolded.

He watched Laurexia swiftly hide between a pair of  mammoth-sized boulders. She half buried herself in the deep snow. At the same time, her two Hyperborean wolves protectively curled around her. Their white coats concealed her presence from the squad of ten men she’d stumbled upon, and eluded.

Howl-alert, they were Ophylus operatives. Dante smelled their singular foul odor through the young woman’s psi-abilities.

“The shapeshifter orphans are prepared, programmed to our will.” The squad commander spoke. “We are tasked with positioning these poor pathetic little orphans,” his tone mocked, “near the Wolf Peak border, as if they fled from Talbot Peak.”

“We completely own their freak-deformed minds?” Doubt edged the man’s tone.

“Advanced technological methods were discovered. Tested extensively,” the commander answered. His voice was ruthless authority. “We will be able to use these mind-altered monsters as our spies. When decided, the Supreme Commanders are able to activate their assassins’ training.”

“The destruction of that hell-damned Dante, and his Wolf Peak. I can’t wait to see his severed fucking head on a pike.” The words faded as the squad moved away to accomplish their nefarious mission.

Dante disconnected, opening his eyes. “Thank you, Laurexia.” He tenderly enfolded her hands within his. “That is invaluable to us. But you must be careful, and obey the wisdom of your Aunt Saxia, your elders.”

“Yes, I know. I will, Leader Dante. I promise.”

“Good, Laurexia.”

Relief sang through Dante, grateful howls of relief. “My beloved Pasha, you are always excused. While I speak with Saxia, will you and White Fang inform Big D about the orphan situation we face on the border?”

“What is it, Pasha?”

“You will excuse me, Dante. I naturally tuned into your connection with Laurexia. As I was trained in the ancient temple. There is no need for concern. Once you have isolated these orphans in the containment quarters, I will be able to dissolve this mind matrix they are trapped within.”

Relief sang through Dante, grateful howls. “My beloved Pasha, you are always excused. While I speak with Saxia, will you and White Fang inform Big D about the orphan situation?”

“Sure thing, Wolf Man Leader.” White Fang winked. “Big D is straight-up aces, how he’s taken charge of guarding the Talbot-tardia border.”

Dante grinned. “Straight-up aces. Yep.”

Turning, Dante invited, “Saxia, a word.” Well aware of that her protector wolves eyed him, he made an inclusive gesture. “Are you doing well?”

“Yes, Dante, all is well.” After moving to him, Saxia companionably placed her hands on top of the wolves huge, snow-white heads. “There are no enemy intruders in the forest around my home, as I have daily reported. And the new snowfall is pleasing.”

“Wolf Peak is fortunate to have you, Saxia. Is Zholdyr proving to be helpful?”

She smiled, her eyes dancing with beautiful sparkles. “He makes certain I am taken care of, always. As you know, we often work together. His shaman-healing force is strong.”

“Saxia.” Kitty embraced Dante’s arm with hers. “Are you and Zholdyr participating in our celebration of Winter Solstice 2020? The sacred Grand Conjunction?”

“Yes, we would not miss it.” Saxia brightened as if golden sunlight shone on her. “Zholdyr and I will be welcoming the magickal and potent conjunction of Jupiter and Saturn, the arrival of the Aquarian Age with you. With All in Wolf Peak Territory–as you are planning.”  

“Yes, everyone prepares for the Winter Solstice.” Radiant, smiling, Kitty took hold of Saxia’s hand. “I am so glad you here, my spiritual sister.”


Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, 

Savanna Kougar

November 20, 2020

Only Real Men Allowed In Wolf Peak by Savanna Kougar

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Introducing Razor… this pic is similar to his physical appearance sans the beard. 

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION.

 Mid-November Howls and Yowls, ShapeShifter Lovers. 

So, today I heard it was International Men’s Day. Unlike the wimpified, pussified so-called soy-boy males being celebrated… well, oh hell yeah! Only real men are allowed in Wolf Peak Territory. As merely one example of real men, here’s the first chapter of a recent WIP, very unedited. Of course, I’d hoped to finish and publish another ShapeShifter Seduction erotic romance, but nope, life isn’t cooperating at all.

Wolf Peak Territory, Montana 


The small town of Moonrise Lake, Montana … home to shapeshifters of all types and stripes… and to supernaturals of every imaginable and unimaginable kind.

Interspecies Pleasure Club, where fantasy and reality meet and mate during the ferocious heat of passion, during erotic pleasures—and during the inferno of love, of lust.  

Introducing Razor ~ Zratliff Durston III, the third ~ Freedom Rider ~ Razorback Boar Shapeshifter  

His family are an Arkansas dynastic family who own most of Hot Springs, Arkansas, but behind the scenes. Given they are tougher, they keep the mafia in check. Razor loves his family, but has gone outlaw, or on his own, letting his brothers and sisters take over the operations.


Chinese Year Of The Brown Earth Pig
February 5, 2019~February 24, 2020

Chapter One

“Yeehawwwww!” Razor bellowed against the icy-cold wind. “You’ll never catch me, little pig cops!” The strength of his voice matched the thunderous roar of the giant bad-ass Harley he rode. 


Growling above the scream of several sirens behind him, Razor leaned forward, and kicked up his speed. He shot like a bullet onto the twisty highway that would take him most of the way to the Last Bite Lodge. The backwoods biker bar was in shapeshifter country. 


“Gotta love it,” Razor grunted to himself. Slowing, then zooming up the highway’s steady incline, he taunted the officers trying to chase him down. 


Tech-modified beyond anything James Bondian, the black and chrome chopper eclipsed any capability of local law enforcement. Including the chase drones. And, including if they used satellites to track him. 


“Time to get the squealing, black and white piglets off my ass.” With a press of his thumb, both he and the Harley were enveloped inside an invisibility shield.
The plasma-magnetic field also cut off the wind. Warmth surrounded Razor immediately. Not that he cared so much, given his body’s metabolism adjusted to frigid temperatures. 


Once the wailing sirens ceased, the patrol cars breaking off the chase, Razor slowed to cruising speed. He scanned his instrument panel, given his enemies were legendary. So far, though, nothing else to battle. 


As Razor negotiated the forest road in the fading light of twilight, he allowed himself to think of her. Khryssa. The woman had Sophia Loren curves, the exotic face of her half elfin heritage, and piles of coppery auburn hair he longed to run his fingers through as he made hedonistic love to her.  


Khryssa also possessed plenty of spirit and spunk. Her firebrand defiance of his mating courtship of her drove Razor lusting wild. 


The big bad truth, the woman just plain made him stud crazy. 


Khryssa kept claiming she wanted nothing to do with him. Yet snort, her female scent beckoned him to like one of those singing Sirens. 


These days the more-than-gorgeous woman plagued him during his mission-ops for Dante, the alpha wolf leader of their enormous shifter community.  
Hell’s mud, his body hardened already. His cock was like a damn flagpole. 


Once Razor entered the dome-shaped, electronic web that protected the Last Bite Lodge, he switched off the chopper’s invisible-making tech. Even being deep in  winter, several rows of top-dollar and custom-ride motorcycles sat side by side in the parking area, along with various heavy-duty pickups, many expensive four wheelers, and a few snow-worthy cars. 


‘Course the winter snows hadn’t buried them yet, and Dante made certain the crew kept the logging road clear enough for travel. Well off the beaten track, the structure above ground looked like a typical biker bar, only larger than most. 


As he passed by, Razor saluted the bar. Yeah good-time hell, he was home again. 


Astride his beast Harley, roaming the country from sea to shining sea was his thing. But there was nothing like coming home to Wolf Peak Territory, Montana. Yep, it was like a boar rolling in springtime’s green grassy heaven–in clover as the saying went. 


At his slow-rolling approach, the door slid open, and Razor  coasted inside his private garage. The huge, ten foot high boulder had been hollowed out. His bike tools, parts, and equipment were shelved on either side. Neatly, of course. 


Whisper-silent, the door shut, and lighting flooded the compact area. Dismounting, Razor threw his leg over the back of his trusty Hawg Heaven—as he’d affectionately named the bike. He removed his super-spy helmet placing it next to what he called the scanner. Instantly, an array of tiny, variously colored lights flashed on. 


On auto, the scanner would do a complete diagnostic of his helmet and the Harley. In the morning he’d check what needed to be fixed, tuned, or repaired. Likely there would be more spy-gadget upgrades. 


Razor shed his leathers and boots in record time. Given he’d showered not that long ago, he grabbed his dressier jeans, pulling them on.  Next he slung on his *good ole boy* shirt, buttoning it up fast. After  changing his weather-proof socks for a silkier pair, he slid on his fanciest black biker boots. 

  
With a grunt, he appraised his large face in the small mirror. Yeah, some stubble, but some women liked that look. He didn’t know if Khryssa did or not. Razor swiped a comb through his shoulder-length hair until the fair-colored, red-tinted strands behaved well enough. 


He’d never lacked the company of a woman, whenever he wanted. Many went gaga and gooey-eyed over his large, tall muscular build, superior to most men. But they weren’t Khryssa. 


Razor strode through the short hidden tunnel, hungry for a hearty meal and thirsty for a giant mug of lager beer. But mostly he was stud-desperate to find Khryssa. Tonight she’d be at the bar, working her shift. 


After palming the security eye, as it was known, Razor shoved open a large steel door, and moved inside the tunnel-like storage room that was next to the bar’s busy kitchen. Sounds familiar to him, the clanging of pots and pans, the endless sizzle of the grill…yeah, home. 


“Razor, good to see you back, big bro.” The guard on duty, one of Dante’s many  relatives, grabbed Razor’s hand briefly pumping it. 


“Darthuz, how’s it hanging?” 


“Long and hard. The ladies can’t resist.” 


Razor shot his huge fist toward the top of Darthuz’s head, roughly rubbing the twenty year old’s hair. 


“Hey, stop that brutish behavior.” Darthuz imitated the wussy voice of those called soy boys in current American slang. He grabbed hold of Razor’s forearm, tussling like a wimp. 


“Where’s Dante? Tell me and I’ll let go.” 


“Boss wolf will be here in about an hour. He told me he needs an immediate meeting with you, freedom Hawg rider.” 


“Got it. I’ll be around, wolf boy.” Razor strode past Darthuz. The hearty food aromas caused his stomach to growl. It’d been awhile. 


“Pile the chow up high, Hal,” Razor hollered to the night’s head cook.  


“Slinging hash is my game my only game.” Hal laughed at what he believed to be his cleverness. The diner cook had settled in Wolf Peak several years ago. Being human he’d adapted to the shifter-supernatural community surprisingly well. ‘Course, Daisy had a whole lot to do with it. The half-breed Pomeranian dog shapeshifter doted on him. 


A man on a mission of love and lust, Razor shouldered his way through the rowdy patrons in the main bar, only pausing to bump fists, and slap biker friends on the back. 


“Lager?” Charisse, one of the wench servers, yelled over the jukebox’s blaring, thumping-metal music. 


“The usual, Charisse. Thanks. Headed back to Pirate’s Cove.” 


The Last Bite Lodge had many party rooms now, having greatly expanded since Dante first built the original biker bar. That was some nine years ago.
 

Razor caught a whiff of her delicious womanly scent. Khryssa. Bristling with the wild need of his shapeshifter boar side, Razor charged inside the Pirate’s Cove. There she was, the woman of his every fantasy. 


He stopped in his tracks, silently snorting, staring like a besotted fool. Because hell-bellowing yeah, he was absolutely besotted. Razor shoved his hands in the pockets of his cowboy denims. 


He couldn’t go cave man-boar. Capture her, throw her over his shoulder. Carry her off. That wouldn’t win Khryssa’s heart. 


Before she became aware of his presence, Razor soundlessly slid into the nearest open booth. He was darn good at it, despite his size. Spycraft did that.

Watching Khryssa like a voyeur, he ogled her beautiful bountiful breasts, on display above the tight black corset. Down, buddy, he told his impatient cock. Gotta woo her first.  


Khryssa served up tall tankards of ale to the patrons, a dang throng of them. She wore an adorable wench’s outfit that had his tongue almost hanging out, especially whenever the woman bent over showin’ her cleavage. 


Hell yeah. Warning! Dangerous Curves Ahead. 


She wasn’t top heavy, though. Razor had no humpin’, ridin’ appetite for those women. No, he wanted his hands surroundin’ that small waist of hers. He wanted to plunder her round gorgeous hips, her sexy generous ass with his stroking hands. 


A man could feel her ass. Yeah, fill my hands, babe.  

Khryssa bent over, and Razor had a perfect view of her shapely derriere, as the Frenchies said. And those full luscious thighs of hers… 


“There you are, Razor.” Charisse cheerily spoke as she placed his favorite Lager before him. “I should have known.” She winked. “Dinner will be here soon, handsome. How was your trip? Everything okay on the freedom circuit?” 


“Gettin’ larger everyday. Lots of freedom lovers out there. We’re pullin’ together more and more. Humans and the rest of us.” Razor told her what he could. 


“Good to hear, Razor. I pray everyday.” 


“Me too, honey.” 


Charisse gave him a sweet smile and departed. 


The Pirate’s Cove had become a favorite hangout for many in Wolf Peak Territory. And those outsiders who knew about the deep-woods, party-like-a-pirate tavern. But then, the biker bar itself remained popular as ever with the renegade types, the highway warriors, and those who craved the freedom of riding on the open road. America was grand that way, in Razor’s opinion. 

He lifted the mug, larger than his ham-sized fist. Downing a big ole swallow, Razor fully tasted the cold brew. Soon enough though, he’d quaffed half the specialty beer.
 

Damn, it had been a long, hard day. And a difficult mission. 


Razor had to grin as he slowly scanned the crammed-in crowd. Outrageous pirate gear, and beyond-flamboyant costumes. There were several colorful parrots, actually shapeshifters—they’d perched themselves atop of many a brawny shoulder. 


A few of the parrots wore a pirate’s Tricorne hat. Yep, Piedros had donned his eyepatch, too. Razor grunted a laugh. 


“Boss wolf,” he boomed. Dante joined him, a tankard filled to the brim in one hand. 


“Boss Hawg,” Dante wolf-affectionately growled. “We got some serious jawin’ to do.” He gave a nod toward Khryssa. “That is, before you go chasin’ after that lovely wench.” 


Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, 

Savanna Kougar

October 19, 2020

Halloween Naughty Pinups & Sexy Men by Savanna Kougar

In Wolf Peak Territory

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION.

Paranormal-Passionate ‘Howls and Yowls’, shapeshifter lovers!

Indeeedy, a whole lot of lusty howling, yowling, and growling happening in the Peak during these October days! Okay, in this 2020 witchy season many of the shifter/supernatural ladies are expressing their sexy-wild side with pinup style photos and fantasy art. It’s become a thing. alright. 

Meanwhile, the shifter/supernatural men are also featured in all their alpha-handsome glory. Yep, Halloween eye candy for All.

Want to pet my pussy?

 Welcome to my All Hallow’s Eve Lair

 Come, taste my potent witch’s brew. We’ll fly to the Full Moon this Halloween.

The Magick of My Passion, Beloved. Come to me.  

Wanna very good-time Halloween. Be the broomstick between my thighs.

My inner wolf howls only for you, beautiful woman. 

Take me to the moon, my sexy lion cowboy. 

 We’ll run the forest together, my chosen mate. 

Wanna play in my pumpkin patch, big bad wolf? 

Magickly seeking you, the one who belongs to me as I belong to you. 

This witch girl wants to ride you instead of her broom, my black wolf stud-man.

Her black wolf stud-man.

Come carve my pumpkin tonight, bat man. I’ll be waiting, my super hero.

Celtic stag shifter looking for a bride to share life with in Wolf Peak Territory.

Just for you, my panther man. Strip me with your fangs and claws.

Fantasy portrait of a shaman leader in the Peak.

Monster Slayer For Hire. I’ll tame that monster in your pants, wolf man. Promise. 

One sexy natural and supernatural healer, alright. He’s recently arrived in the Peak. 

All aboard the steampunk broom-train. This fantasy witch has a ticket for the right man. 

The Dark Sorcerer of the Peak. All his magickal spells are for Good, however.


Do you need the right witch to perform a cleansing ritual for your lair, your home? I have White Sage and a Hoover, will travel. 

Handsome elf warrior and scholar, with others he has opened his Ancient Mysteries University. 

Wickedly sexy, is this what you want, my tiger-god man?

Phantom of Your Opera. Only a gentle bite from a Vampire playing on the Good Side. Dance with me at the Midnight Stardust Supperclub.

Your old-fashioned fantasy witch. Let’s fly the cosmic skies together, my purrfect lover. 

Fancy a workin’ cowboy, ma’am? ‘Cause, I sure do fancy you, my beautiful filly shifter. 

Your dungeon or mine, handsome wolf lord?

He arrives for a visit to the Peak, the carnal angel son of Sedona and Volcano, the heroine and hero, from my erotic romance, WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS.


Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, 

Savanna Kougar

October 12, 2020

Medieval Princess Days In Wolf Peak Territory by Savanna Kougar

During the Autumn Equinox 

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

Happy Autumn *Howls andYowls*, ShapeShifter Lovers! In this year of 2020, once again, the Queen of Autumn–as she is now lovingly called in the Peak–makes her appearance. She, like many others have decided they will celebrate this Fall season–that is, by attending the numerous Fall Medieval festivities and faires, and by wearing those gorgeous medieval gowns. The men won’t be left out, dressing in fancy fantasy medieval garments. Note: I tried my best to get this blog done on the September 23rd, but nope–not to be. Additional note: And here it is the October 12–just way too many interruptions. However, I think the long flash scene between Sondi and Big D definitely benefited.  


Autumnal Equinox 2020 Forecast: The coming dark of Fall, a time for harvest, of preparing for winter’s harsh ways. This is also a time to connect with your deeper Divine self, thus to harvest the new wisdom gained throughout this tempest-tough year. 
And as always, connecting with the Divine Force is needed sustenance for your eternal soul. As always, it is time for rest when the darkness of the winter season holds us like a comfy blanket. During this slower pace, we entwine and integrate our new wisdom.
Yes, it is always wise to use your experiences, your greater knowledge as the path forward, especially during this Time of the Great Unraveling. Now, in the dark womb of Creation we are able to transform ourselves for the uncertain-chaos future we are All about to face.  As we move forward into the new resurrecting light after the Winter Solstice, use your spiritual awareness, acquired during the year, to overcome the many obstacles that will be hurled before us–to be compared with the enormous concrete blocks only giants can lift.  Our opportunity as the human family is to create the world anew. The opportunity is for every individual to contribute, to bring forth their dream-vision.  Together, we will bring forth the Aquarian Age of true peace, real freedom, and prosperity for All.   Yes, as a continuation of my current WIP staring Sondi and Big D, I will be writing another flash scene for this blog
Below is an image that closely resembles my heroine, Sondi. Her hair is a lighter shade with golden highlights. Yep, Big D discovers how much Sondi adores Medieval gowns when they go shopping at the massive Pleasure Club, the many malls inside.  First though, Big D realizes more about Sondi’s real heritage.  

Pure anticipation roared through Big D like a big ole rushing river. He knocked on the door of Sondi’s living quarters–near the stables. Courteously, he called out, “Sondi, are you ready for our shopping adventure?”
“Almost. Come on in.” From the sound of her voice, she was in the bedroom. Wisdom prevailed. Earlier he’d ingested a cock-inhibitor substance often used by his immortal kind.
Big D shoved open the unlatched door entering the small front room. Sondi’s feminine fragrance enveloped him. Pleasure stampeded his blood, alright. Noticing a pale pink sheet of paper on the thrift-store lamp stand, Big D didn’t deny his curiosity. He picked up the large delicate sheet, reading. Beautifully handwritten, Sondi had obviously copied a simple forecast about the 2020 Autumnal Equinox. Almost immediately, the Force of the Universe chilled him to his very bones. Oh yeah, a ‘knowing’ quaked through him. “Sondi,” he began, “did you write this?””Write what?” She emerged. A supercharged jolt struck Big D.  She knocks me out of my boots.
Framing her exquisite face, Sondi’s long redgold hair was loose, swinging free–gleaming way past her shoulders. She’d used minimal makeup. Big D silently thanked the One Source for that. He’d never cared for heavily made up women, except for special occasions like the Masquerade Ball.
 His breath stolen, Big D stared. Dang.  She’d dressed in cream-colored pants, a flowing and flattering style. Her lovely pink top was a fluid velveteen material that showed off her curves, yet was not a tight fit. 
“Something wrong? Do I look okay?” Her gaze sincerely questioned him.
“You look perfect, Sondi.” Big D grinned. “I’m just a man appreciating a good lookin’ woman,” he drawled.
Determined not to frighten her, he jerked his admiring gaze away, but not before he saw her blush a bit. Remembering, suddenly feeling the paper he held, Big D asked, “Did you write this?”
She nodded. “I forgot I left it out here. It was late,” she hesitated. “I was tired.” “Celestial Blood Princess,” he burst out, rare behavior for him. “Your cosmic heritage. I recognize it.” Tilting her head, her expression became quizzical.

 “Celestial Blood Princess,” she repeated. “I don’t even know what that would mean…Mr. Immortal Man.”
Given their recent in-depth conversation about his supernatural status and her otherworldly parents, Big D spoke plain. “It’s a ranking in one of the celestial realms. You are both uniquely human and Divine in nature. A high ranking. Few beings achieve that level,” he paused, studying her face for how to proceed, then explained. “That balance of living in the third dimension and in the heavenly realms.”Sondi stilled, her body almost rigid as she considered, then resonated with his words.
“Oh,” she softly breathed out. “That does seem to explain certain experiences, feelings. Some abilities I have.”
When she looked directly at him, her gaze fired golden light into his eyes. “You ought to know, since you live here–in this somewhat primitive third dimension.” 
Enjoyin’ her inner power immensely, Big D smiled. “We immortals play, live, operate in the various material realms. More than what are called the celestial realms.”
Thoughtful, keeping her gaze locked on him, Sondi moved closer. “I don’t think I’m very connected to the celestial realm…right now. It’s too hidden from me. There are blocks,” she added as he raised his brows.
Big D offered, “It could be a protection measure. Hide you from the darkside players. If you don’t realize who you are, they won’t know either.”
“Could be.” She shook her head as if to clear cobwebs,  then favored him with an impish smile. “Let’s go shopping. I don’t want to think about it anything else now. I need some fun time.”
“Me too. We’ve both been puttin’ in the long hours.” Big D stepped to the side, and gentlemanly opened her door.

“Oh, this is wonderful. I love it.” Sondi swept her arm toward the hay bales and the festive Fall wheelbarrows full of plump pumpkins and squash. “Being here in Wolf Peak is definitely magical.”
“It’s become a ranch tradition decorating for the Fall Equinox.” Big D strode toward the passenger door of his nineteen sixty-six Fleetwood Cadillac. “We like honoring the change of season.”
“How many cars do you have?” Sondi halted in midstep. Her gaze roamed appreciatively over the grand, limousine-style Cadillac. “I haven’t seen this one.”
“I’m gonna keep surprisin’ you, Sondi.” Big D spoke teasingly.
“Cool color. Sort of a pale champagne gold. Almost matches that Stetson your wearing today…Mr. He’s All Hat.” Sondi matched his teasing tone.
Enjoyin’ his view of Sondi as she slipped onto the large seat, Big D didn’t get the door fully shut before her dog rushed inside like a dang coyote on the run. The Pharaoh hound neatly landed on Sondi’s lap.
“Tia, what are you doing here?” she gently scolded. “You’re supposed to be staying with–”
“It’s okay, Sondi,” Big D interrupted. “She’s well behaved. Tia can come with us.”
“‘l’ll get her leash.”
“We can get one easy enough at the shops. Several have dog supplies.”
“Okay…if you say so. You’re still naughty, Tia.”  Big D heard as he closed the door, then strode to the driver’s side. The dog was exceptionally well-mannered even though she was darn independent-minded, too. 
In the plus column, Tia had taken a strong liking to him. And Big D knew the rescued Pharaoh Hound was almost neurotic in protecting Sondi. How could he deny either of them?

  Yep, as he climbed inside the Cadillac, Tia politely sat at Sondi’s feet. The dog favored him with the ‘grateful’ canine look.
“She wants to be included.” Sondi stroked Tia’s smooth head.
“Well, I guess so,” Big D drawled, amused. “Keep being a lady, Miss Tia, and I’m happy to include you.”
“You’re spoiling her too much,” Sondi bantered. “And me.”
You have no idea, my darling woman, how much I want to spoil you.
In high spirits, Big D turned the ignition key. The Caddy purred elegantly, ready to rule the surface road, then the miles’ long tunnel that led directly inside the Pleasure Club, and into the enormous, three-levels garage.
Taking a chance, Big D lightly teased, “Want me to stop?” He rolled toward the ranch’s road. Accelerating, he sped over it, the ride slick as hog’s grease.
“No…” she thoughtfully answered moments later. “No, not really…I’m starting to, to like it.”
“I sure do appreciate your honesty, Sondi.” Big D spoke in a neutral tone. With his gaze focused on the road, he increased their traveling speed. Dang, if the world doesn’t feel just perfect.
“I’ve never had such a comfortable ride. I have to admit.” Sondi stroked the dashboard briefly. “What’s her name?”
“Miss Classy.”
“She is classy, no doubt it.”
Big D honked his horn a couple of times acknowledging his crew of range riders. Several teenage cowboys were with them learning the ropes. “Music, Sondi?”
“Not unless you’re in the mood, Big Hat Man. The sound of the car, the wind…this is great.” She cracked her window, placing her hand outside.
Big D figured he’d surprise Sondi later with his fire-red convertible. Yep, on a bright Indian Summer day before winter’s cold blew into Montana.
“I checked on all the pregnant mares early this morning. They’re doing fine,” Sondi informed.
“Yup. Jake called the house, tellin’ me you’d made the rounds.”  
“Lolita will probably give birth in two days. Her foal is a colt.” Sondi pulled her hand back inside, leaving the window open a bit.
“A colt you say. Well heckfire, I couldn’t be happier. Daddy stud will be prancin’ around like it’s all his doin’.”

Sondi chuckled. “The gender is his doing. But the carrying and the birthing isn’t. He better be kissing her sweet little hooves.”
“I’ll give him the message.” Big D wisecracked.
“Yeah, you do that,” she shot back.
“You didn’t happen to psi-see the colt’s coat color?” he needled, his tone good-natured.
“Nope. So sorry to disappoint.” Sondi flipped her fiery gold hair, a bit defiant.
Big D caught the small display of temper from the corner of his eye. He grinned bigtime. Dang, oh yeah, just what I want in a woman. Spirit.
“You know I’m just funnin’ you.” Big D slowed as they passed the neighbor’s valley ranch. “Look to your right, Sondi.”
“Oh wow! Looks like a Medieval faire, a re-enactment.” Excitement and longing filled her voice. “Look at those gorgeous gowns.”
“Lot of folks here in the Peak are downright fond of that time period. Phoenix and Claire, the owners of this spread, are always hosting Medieval feasting events, and outdoor games.”
“Really?” Her excitement spun around him.
“Yep, wait a hot minute. I dang well forgot, Sondi. It’s Medieval Princess Days here in the Peak.” “Medieval Princess Days.” She spoke dreamily, her hankerin’ obvious to his ears. “Some day,” she added.  That had Big D wanting to do anything to fulfill Sondi’s wishes. “As long as the weather holds, there are regular jousting competitions. It’s great training for Phoenix and Claire’s warhorses.”
“Warhorses?” Sondi’s gaze could have been glued to the side window.
“Breeds that were once used by Knights of the Realm.” Big D snapped his gaze back on the road. “Such as the destrier, coursers, and rounceys. All of them called chargers.”
“Oh, that’s right. The chargers. I don’t see any jousting, though. Only a spectacular fantasy Medieval Princess gathering. Wonderful…”  

 Big D removed his foot from the accelerator, giving Sondi a longer look at the feasting revelry. “The jousting is usually held at their castle, hidden in the Rocky mountains.”He waited, drawing a large breath. Should I have revealed that yet? Too darn-tootin’ late now. He certainly wasn’t telling her Phoenix and Claire were firebird shapeshifters.
“Castle?” Sondi sounded bewildered. “A real castle?” “Yep, there’s a few old world castles camouflaged by bein’ in the mountains. They can’t be seen by the sky spy satellites, either.”
“Too cool. Old world castles here?”
“Yep, Sondi. Long, long ago this area was home to a very ancient race of good and wise Druids. As they are known in these times.”
“Wow…I keep saying wow. But wow. I’ve intuitively sensed that very ancient past—as you just explained.”
Big D heard Sondi’s authenticity. Her words were not hollow appeasement.
Given they’d passed the Medieval gaiety, Big D punched the gas pedal. “I’ll wrangle us an invitation to the jousting games if you want, Sondi.”
“Please, please. You know I would love, love the horses. And I love watching  jousting events. Huzza!” Heckfire, if his grin didn’t feel wider than the brim of his Stetson. “The Renaissance Faire?”
“Yes, every chance I got. I absolutely adore Medieval type gowns—” Sondi stopped her words. “I’m sorry…I’m, I’m not asking…I don’t mean to…”  

“There are several Medieval clothier shops. We can have a look. I sure would like to see you wearin’ a princess gown.”
“Hey!” Sondi jumped in her seat. “That looks like a dragon. Flying toward the Medieval party. I can’t see it that well.” Puzzlement owned her voice. “But it does look like a small golden dragon. I swear.”
Well hell, what do I say to that? Sure enough, one of Claire’s little dragons had flown by them. “Might be a drone that someone built to look like a dragon. Fantasy role play is big here. Like you know, Sondi.”
Mere instants later Big D heard. “Explain that, Big Hat Man.”
He followed the point of Sondi’s finger, then quickly looked straight ahead.
Well hellfire.
Keina, in her Pegasus form, with Drev astride her—they flew high in the blue Montana sky…most likely on their way to Phoenix and Claire’s feast.
“That’s not a drone,” Sondi asserted. “Definitely not a drone.”
“No, it ain’t.” Think fast. “Hologram,” he uttered. “The science geeks here sure do like playin’ with that technology.” He wasn’t lying about that.
“I…I guess so. Sure does look realistic. Amazing. What a gorgeous, wing-sparkling Pegasus.”
Not to be too obvious, Big D gradually upped their speed. “You know, Sondi, there could be a Medieval Princess Days celebration happenin’—several actually—inside the Club.”
“Oh, that would be a fantasy come true.”
Pure giddiness. Her vibes swamped him, alright. Good Lord, he loved it. 
“A celebration with feasting. We could get you a gown. Get me outfitted.”
“Wow…what do I say. You got me, Big Hat Man. I can’t refuse…your, your generosity.”

“Good, my Medieval Princess. You know what, Sondi, I’ll call ahead.” As they zoomed through the semi-hidden entrance, and onto the underground highway, Big D touched the small-screen display on his dashboard. “Let’s see what’s shakin’ on the Medieval scene.”
“That is so super-holographic cool,” Sondi enthused. “I can’t get over how perfectly disguised these entrances are.”
“Yep, gotta have advanced tech to protect our territory from the big-league bad boys and girls.”  “So I’ve come to know since being here. The dangers of SkyNet are real alright. It’s not just a futuristic movie plot.”
“Truer words were never spoken, Sondi. We, here in Wolf Peak, along with humanity–we are all battling the AI SkyNet now. Here though, we got super-brain geniuses on our side.” “Super-brain geniuses,” she repeated, obviously thinking about what he’d said. “Later, when time allows, we’ll return. I’ll take you on a tour of the command center so you can meet our crack cyber crew.”
 “Yes, I’d like that. It’s okay, Tia. You’re okay,” Sondi crooned. The darkness of the tunnel fully surrounded them. 
“Tia, it won’t be long.” Big D switched on an interior light.
“Thanks. See, you’re okay, Tia girl.”
Big D knew Sondi stroked the dog, soothing her.
Chasenna, one of the Pleasure Club hostesses, appeared on screen. Autumn’s bounty decorated the roomy station where she and the other hostesses directed everyone to their desired shop, restaurant, nightclub, or activity—anything and everything happening at the Interspecies Pleasure Club.
“What can I help you with today, Big D?” Chasenna’s gracious smile warmed him to his very core.
“Good to see your lovely countenance again, Chasenna. Medieval Princess Days, where is it being celebrated? Oh, and the nearest pet supply shop from my personal parking space.”
Within moments, Chasenna flashed the information onto his screen, then embedded it in his computer system. “Anything else, Big D?”
“Huzza!” He grinned in a charming manner. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

As Sondi reached for the print out he’d initiated, her curiosity smacked Big D like a tall ocean wave. “What a list. Do I say wow again?”
Big D let time race ahead before asking, “What looks good?”
“Horses.” Her joy was palpable. “At the Dream Wishes, in their small arena they’re
offering rides to all Medieval Princesses. With pictures and video, of course.”
“Perfect. I’ll get us a reservation.” His gaze not wavering, Big D entered the info on his pad beneath the monitor. “The chow is dang tasty too. Best turkey legs in the Peak.”
“Yum. I haven’t had one in ages…it seems like.”
“You know, Sondi, Dream Wishes uses two of my son’s dressage-trained Andalusian horses for these type of events.”
“Rory has the most gorgeous, gorgeous horses. No doubt.”
Big D heard Sondi’s soul-deep yearning. He’d already promised to get her one soon as the right horse was available.
“Now that’s a matter of contention, Sondi,” he teasingly rebuked. “I say mine win the beauty contest.”
“Can’t argue, Big Hat Man. I love your horses, you know that. And they are exceptionally beautiful. It’s all personal preference, though.”  
“We’ll visit Rory again. Just too many emergencies that need tendin’ to these days.”
“That’s for certain.” Sondi audibly sighed. “Too many good people need help. And I want to help them as much as we can.”
“So far, our food distribution operations are goin’ great guns. We get more recruits outside the Peak’s borders everyday.”
“It is going great guns as you say.” Hope soared Sondi’s soft voice. “I say thanks everyday for that.”
Wanting to lighten the mood, Big D changed the subject. “Why don’t we get Tia one of those fancy tapestry collars?”
“Like the wide ones you see on greyhounds and whippets mostly?”
“Yep.” He had her full attention, alright.
“Oh, Tia, you would look so beautiful, so elegant.” The Pharaoh Hound gave a happy yip-yip.
“I think she agrees.” Sondi laughed, carefree for the moment.

 Big D sang inside. Heckfire, with Sondi around, he was dang full of love songs.
He slowed, easing the Cadillac toward a ramp that would take them to the Pleasure Club’s multi-layer parking complex.
“Won’t be long now,” he announced. “You know, Sondi, there are pet exercise areas. So no worries No worries,” he added, speaking to Tia. The dog answered with a growly yip.
“You’re speaking her language now.” Sondi giggled.
“The sweet edge to life,” Big D spoke his thoughts. “Do you know why I prefer a 1950’s lifestyle?”
“No. I wasn’t alive then. Why?”
“Don’t get me wrong. There were harsh realities. Like now. But there was a sweeter edge to life back then.” He paused, reminiscing a bit. “Lot of folks were more neighborly, kinder to each other.”
“Like some of the black and white TV shows I’ve watched. Leave It To Beaver,” she offered.
“I had a special fondness for The Roy Rogers Show. He was one of the singing cowboys. Yep, Roy, his palomino horse, Trigger. Of course, Dale Evans and her horse, Buttermilk. And can’t forget, Bullet was his German shepherd dog.”
“When I was upset as a kid, Mom would often play an episode of Roy Rogers.” Sondi softly crooned, Happy Trails to you…
Big D sang the words, mightily enjoying himself. Then spontaneously, together they joined voices, singing, Happy trails to you, Until we meet again, Happy trails to you, Keep smiling until then…

 As they cruised down the ramp nearing the parking garage’s large, horseshoe-shaped entrance, Sondi intoned, “The good, the bad, the ugly, the beautiful. Now the Great Revealing intensifies and plays out on the world stage. Good versus evil is the only Global game for many years to come.”
Silence took control of Big D for several moments. “The Celestial Blood Princess speaks.”
“I guess so,” she murmured.
“Very bad wrong,” he stated, “as the fireman prophet recently said. Yep, the Grand Awakening is here on planet Earth. The Judgement Day for the evil ones is upon us.”
“Yes.” Sondi ever so gently touched his forearm. It was as if a lightning bolt surged up his arm and into his eternal being. Wow. Hell yeah!
“You know,” she continued, her tone contemplative, “there’s dealing with your shadow side, facing it. I think it’s now time for all of us to face and then embrace our Light Side.”
“Yep, the real power of the human race.” Big D took a chance, enfolding her hand inside his briefly. He praised all that was Divine that Sondi didn’t object.
“In this world…” she hesitated, “Most of us have been so suppressed, so terribly oppressed by the current schizophrenic culture…in fact, I believe we’ve intentionally been trained to ignore our Good side, our Light—while at the same time, we’re encouraged to be our best, to be our Good Side. I think, think…it’s all to keep us down, keep humanity down.”  
“I know what you’re saying, Sondi.” At a slow crawl, Big D approached his parking spot. “Those on the darkside, the darkside here and in the Grand Universe, they are tryin’ like all hell to conquer Earth. Truth is, these demonic-like beings are damn desperate and damn afraid of the human race. Always have been, in fact.”
Big D stopped his words, reflecting. “They’re like scared trembling rabbits in deep winter when the wolves howl their hunger. That is, scared of humanity’s true potential.”
Once he’d parked the Caddy, Sondi reached out squeezing part of his hand for several instants. “I feel what you’re saying intuitively…yes.”
Big D rejoiced, a besotted son of a gun.  


Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, 

Savanna Kougar

September 8, 2020

Masquerade Fun In Wolf Peak Territory by Savanna Kougar

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION.

 Happy Labor Day Howls and Yowls, ShapeShifter Lovers! 

So, a bit of authoress commentary-news first. I am deeply disappointed that, once again, my ability to write has been shut down. Here’s one tiny example of what happens. 

Okay, I am clearing out a corner in a room I use for storage to fix the ceiling. The ancient tiles have loosened there. What happens to hinder me? Stop all progress?

I’m letting my pets in, the mat is black and I don’t see it clear enough–a dying wasp. I step on it, feel the pricking sting. Yeah, I’m only wearing socks because my feet stay much healthier that way. Off comes the sock confirming I have been stung, but the penetration is not as bad as it could have been. Since I’m deathly allergic to bee stings, I immediately take the natural anti-allergy formula I’ve successfully used many times before to save my life–yep, over the years. The problem is though, I’ve just eaten so it won’t get into my system all that fast. Inspired, I fill up a sock with baking soda to find out if that will help. 

Then, I hope my reaction won’t be too bad. There were a couple of hours of reaction, shortness of breath mostly, and hyperventilating… my foot swelled up, but not badly. Happily, the pain subsided fairly quickly. 

No, I can’t go to a hospital for treatment because I’m deathly allergic to their prescription drugs–having what is sometimes called chemical sensitivity. Realistically, anything they do would most likely kill me. Thankfully, everything worked out, though, and I’m fine. 

Anyway, bottom line: problem wise, I am putting out way too many fires, and have way too many bizarre interruptions like that wasp sting to get much done. Consistently, that is. 

Thus again, no time, no energy to write. 

My apologies, I know hearing this over and over must get very old. However, as I’ve been saying lately, truth is truth. 

Also,  I find this rather fascinating. Of late, I have been craving GOODNESS–as if it’s a particular food. You know, like ice cream. This is a deep insatiable craving. Now mind you, I love GOODNESS–someone with a big heart, for example. Or, the Romance Novel’s vaunted Happy Ending. 

In today’s world this is probably not surprising, this weird craving, given our current sad, mask-wearing situation–given our volatile, burn-everything good down mob madness happening in some areas. 

Because of the shutdown so many of us here, and around the world, are suffering bigtime, terribly. Sadness envelops the planet at this time. 

Yes, our planetary society is in the Great Unraveling. 

Of course, in Wolf Peak Territory no one is wearing a stop-the-virus mask, except as a joke. Howls and yowls, much hilarity has ensued among the Peak’s population. Yep, making fun of the outsiders has become a favorite pastime. 

And now, a new Masquerade Ball has been planned, as a fun antidote to the reality of the year 2020. This masked evening festivity will be happening at the Midnight Stardust Supperclub–first featured in HER MIDNIGHT STARDUST COWBOYS. 

After all, as I’ve explained before, Shifters, Supernaturals, all those living in the Peak have no pandemic worries. This includes the humans, and the human-supernatural hybrids. For, Healers abound and are available to ALL. 

On the compassionate side, however, Peakites continue feeding as many of the hungry, those who live outside of their borders, as they can reach. Food supply lines are expanding quickly. 

In fact, since he lives close to the border on his huge ranch, Big D, the immortal hero in my current WIP, is in charge of the food supply lines in his area. That, and keeping out enemies and marauders–those who are attempting to road-warrior stampede the border. 

Yes, I am planning to include this new Masquerade Ball in my WIP, Sondi and Big D’s erotic love story. To that end, I am writing some possible scene snippets below the following images. 

“Sondi, have you ever been to a Masquerade Ball?” Big D sharply swerved onto the dirt road, intent on leaving their small-time pursuer in the dust. A mere annoyance, he’d be rounded up like a stray calf soon enough. 

“Who did you say was after us?” Sondi’s tone was more curious than concerned. 

“He’s a known hoodlum from Talbot Peak. Most likely his uncle, a New Jersey transplant, sent him to put the mob scare into me.” 

“Mob scare?” 

 “To get a supply of food for his restaurant. Not a bad place. He could have asked in a civilized manner.” 

“Okay, that makes sense. No, to answer your question. I’ve never been to a Masquerade Ball.” 

“You know about the Midnight Stardust Supperclub, right?” Big D put the pedal to metal, and they hurtled toward the ranch’s back entrance. 

“Yeah, the alpha leader’s subterranean big fancy forties club. So I hear. A lot of talk about it.” 

Big D glanced at Sondi for a mere instant. She smiled widely at him. “Now this is fun.” 

Big D grinned bigly even though Sondi couldn’t see him, given his full attention remained on the road. “That’s my girl.” 

He checked the rear view mirror. Sure enough, the dust storm caused by his fast-spinning tires obscured the small jet car chasing them–a newer model on the underground market. 

“Dante and Kitty are hosting a Masquerade Ball next week, Saturday night. Would you like to go with me?” Big D paused, then took the plunge. “Now don’t you worry. I’ll get you the costume, everything a woman needs. Yep, whatever you want, Sondi. We can even do it online.”

Silence. 

Big D sensed her quick whirling thoughts, her confusion over him, as if they were his own. 

“You already…get, get me everything.” Her shyer nature had emerged. 

One eye on his fancy-dancy computer screen, Big D whooped. The Peak’s frequency drone struck–one of many. A directed flash of light that looked like a plasma ball, and the jet-powered engine died. 

“They got that pesky little flea tryin’ to bite our butt.” Big D whooped again. 

“You’ve got the most sci-fi amazing tech here.” Sondi whipped around. She’d observed the drone’s attack.

“What was he going to do if he’d caught up to us?” she asked, clearly puzzled. 

“They’re called stingers. Mini missiles fired like a Gatling gun.” Big D slammed on the brakes, performing a spin that caused a veritable dust bowl around them. 

As he sped toward the ground capture squad, he added, “Not to worry, Sondi. I gotta a shields-up button.” 

“I’m living a James Bond movie,” she muttered loudly, but a few moments later. 

Big D waited, sensing more was coming. 

He kept a keen eye on the werewolf squad. In their human form, they efficiently hauled out the light-paralyzed intruder. Once his vitals were checked, they tossed him inside the squad’s war wagon. 

“I think I’m enjoying myself.” 

In his peripheral vision he saw Sondi lean forward to get a better view. Her no-fear eagerness pleased him. Heckfire, everything about the woman pleased him. 

Yep, she’s one helluva spunky gal, alright.

Big D rolled his car window down the old-style way. “Good job, fellas.” He saluted them. “Check with Dante, but I say bundle the rattoid up good ‘n tight. Deliver him back to his mobster uncle. As a message drop him at the restaurant’s front door … oh, and put an M95 mask on him.” 

“We wouldn’t want the little rattoid to spread any nasty germs.” The team leader grinned all too wolfishly. 

“Good job,” Sondi echoed. She’d turned in her seat, nearly draping herself across his lap. 

Big D’s cock launched to rocket status. Instantly. Dang, I can’t frighten her off. 

Using his mental prowess, Big D quickly deactivated his stud parts. 

He watched Team Leader Nargoz touched the brim of his helmet. “Thank you, ma’am,” he respectfully growled. “Have a good day.” 

Women were cherished in Wolf Peak. If any man didn’t come by that naturally, Dante and his team were on the case, and fang-fierce on their case. No excuses. 

Sondi deserted his lap, sitting upright. “I have to say I’ve never seen such extraordinary policing… like here… in the Peak. Well, not policing exactly. But protection forces. At the same time, freedom reigns. I haven’t seen anyone’s rights violated.” 

“That’s the way we like it, Sondi.” Big D pressed the gas pedal. At a sedate pace, he headed for the ranch. “Masquerade Ball,” he reminded. “Would you like to go with me?” 

Quiet permeated the car’s interior. From the corner of his eye, he saw Sondi wring her hands. Then… “Sure, why not?” 

Big D’s heart leaped like a buck kangaroo in rut chasing after a female. Yep, he had a strong affinity for Aussie Roos. 

For the last century, his grandfather had run a land-immense and remote cattle station in Australia–one reason he’d arrived on Earth.

Unable to stop himself, Big D envisioned Sondi dressed in a vibrant red gown with a red feathered mask. 

But hellfire stars, true, he didn’t care what she chose. He wanted her on his arm, next to him. He simply wanted to gaze upon her beauty. To hear her sassy commentary. 

He wanted her in his arms as they danced. 

“Time permittin’ tomorrow, we’ll find you a gown, Sondi.” 

“Red,” she softly stated. “I think I’d like a red gown.” 

“Whatever you want.” Big D’s heart pounded with fierce enthusiasm, alright. “I know several costumers here in the Peak, Sondi. Most have their shops inside the Pleasure Club complex, though.”

Sondi briefly, oh-so briefly touched his arm. “They say the underground Club is a shopper’s paradise…what I’ve heard around town, that is. And from your sister.” 

“Sure is. The most amazin’ shops. Nothing like it in my experience.” 

“You know. This, this is a shock to my system. What’s here in Wolf Peak. The reality…” she trailed off. 

Big D took his gaze off the road, looking at Sondi. She nervously rubbed the top of her thighs. 

“It’ll be a challenge, learnin’ about us. But it’s good here, Sondi. I promise.”

“That’s my sense of it… yeah… you wanted me to wear red. Right?” 

“You’ll look gorgeous. But don’t mind me. Choose whatever you like the most.” Big D passed through the old-fashioned iron gate that acted as a guardian for the ranch. Yep, the ultra tech hidden within did its job. 

“Siren red. I’ve always wanted a siren red gown.” She’d spoken in a dreamy voice. 

“Wishes do come true.” Big D grabbed a long moment to savor Sondi’s soft expression. “Here in Wolf Peak.” 

“Certainly feels that way. Wishes coming true.” 

Goldurnit, if she didn’t look she’d become a real princess. Finally. “Even with…” Sondi left the rest hanging. 

“Even with the world falling apart around us.” Big D finished. He increased their speed. Several of the ranch hands waved as they passed, and Big D replied with short honks of the horn. 

“Yes. I almost feel guilty… being here,” she hesitated. “Almost.”

“Aren’t you doing everything in your power to help others?”  

 “Of course.” Her spiritual essence swirled around around him with a strength that surprised Big D. 

“Then, Sondi, you’re on your Divine Mission.” Big D halted himself from taking hold of her lovely hand. Too soon, he reminded himself. 

“By the way, there will be a lot of Wolf masks at the Masquerade Ball. Nothin’ to worry about, though.” 


Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, 

Savanna Kougar

August 9, 2020

Tangerine Carnal Dreams Undone… by Savanna Kougar

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION.
 

Summer-Humid Howls and Yowls, ShapeShifter Lovers! 

It’s darn humid on my tame prairie today, and I am absolutely NO fan. Give me a nice dry heat any day. 

So, this is a type of anniversary. On August 8, 2008, TANGERINE CARNAL DREAMS, my stallion shapeshifter erotic romance, was e-published by Aspen Press. 

Of course, upon reflection, given the sad end of Aspen Press–the owner had started ripping off us authors at some point–I wish I’d never submitted this sci-fi, kickass-heroine, action-packed story. 

I do love the cover art, and I own it. The problem is: I’ve never had enough time or enough energy to revise, then e-publish again. *Sighs* 

In fact, I’d planned to write two more as a three book series. I had the material, the plot … I adored my heroine and hero, their love story. Too bad, so sad for me. 

Yep, for sure, my tangerine dreams were undone. Crushed. 

However, I thought I’d share the synopsis, an excerpt, and some flash scenes I wrote after e-publication. One is the first meeting between Katta and Zio. Then, included is a passion-erotic scene… 

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TANGERINE CARNAL DREAMS


Tagline: …a fire-shooting fierce woman…a shapeshifting prince of a stallion…and the tangerine aphrodisiac winds on a world far away…

Author: Savanna Kougar 

Artist: Jinger Heaston 


Synopsis:


Corporal Kattalonia is a galactic enforcer-agent for her home world. Her father has just been accused of treason. She chases after the villain in an old rickety craft. Recovering her father’s stolen data cube will exonerate him, and halt the sale of top level secrets. The trouble, the villain’s trail leads to Yemisque, a world of tangerine carnal dreams. Great place to hide out. Great place for the erotic adventures of your choice.


Prince Ziocese,  Bad Boy Extraordinaire has discovered his one woman. She shoots fire from her palm and is not an equine shifter, a mate his royal parents won’t accept. Renegade from his world, he still honors his sacred tradition, chasing her half-way across the galaxy. He will do anything to help her, to protect her. Whether she lets him or not. Trouble is he can’t catch her to prove himself. Or, to possess her with extreme pleasure.



Excerpt: From Chapter One ~


“Katta! Where are you? I’ve lost your blink on the netscope.”


“I’m here, Jessa. Power-divert to tracking. I’ve got him, sis. I’ve got the son of a wormhole.” Katta struck her relay panel forcing more power to her speed system. The old spacecraft jerked forward, into a new warp level–humming loudly, vibrating roughly.


“Come on, you bucket of silicon bolts. You know I luv ya.”


“Katta, where are you?” Jessa’s voice bounced in and out, shrill with concern.


“Looks like our personal villain is on the fast trail to Yemisque.”


“Yemisque! Katta, no. It’s not worth it.”


“I don’t care. I’m going to get him.”


“He can hide, do anything to you–almost anything.” Jessa amended, having enjoyed Yemisque’s free wheeling sex pleasures often.


“I’ve gotta get it back. I’m not letting Dad go down the devil’s asshole. He’ll lose everything…”


“Katta, even you can’t–”


“I see it, Jessa. Tangerine as those gumdrops you gobble. Yep! His vapor fart swirls down to that planet lust-playground.”


“Come back…” Her sister’s worried voice crackled faintly.


“Sorry, sis. Gotta cut you free.”


Katta hit communications’ access with a swift hard slam of her fist. Then punched on the opening to Yemisque.


“Tangerine carnal dreams, here I come,” she muttered fiercely, on fire with capturing her prey.


Automated landing instructions flowed, a sensual male crooning, translated into her birth language.


“Yeah, that’s what I’m coming for, a really hard-lunging time. Oh baby, give it to me, harder, oooooh harder,” she mocked. 


Quickly, she set the rickety, but plucky craft on cruise.


Katta stretched, relieving the tight anticipation of her muscles. “I don’t suppose it’ll be a flush-out run to the nearest fornicating mecca. Get my quarry. Then get out. I wish. Upon a trillion zillion stars.”


“Corporal Kattalonia Svelle of Windsworld, an interview once you land.”


The Adonis male beamed a sensual smile from her antiquated screen. Her breath caught in her chest. Just for a moment. His clear blue lake eyes transfixed her, tripped her heart beat. Just for a moment.


“Sure, Master of Security. Could use your assistance. And you’re not half-bad to gaze longingly upon. How’s the wife?”


“In rambunctious heat. I’m in carnal paradise. Still playing the ice spinster, Corporal?”


“Too much chasing the bad galactic guy. No time for rambunctious lusting. See ya on the ground, handsome.” Katta raised one brow. “No men hiding in the bushes, right? Ready to abscond with my unwilling body?”


Yemisque’s Master of Security merely fondled her with his smile, then blipped free of her screen.


Katta shook her head, then her entire body, freeing herself. His presence was all passion-encompassing. And a reminder she required a garment change to undercover gear.

“Trashy space babe coming up, or going down to…” Stretching, she slowly combed her fingers through her hair. “Oh, my goddess!” she whispered, an image of a male cock coming up, the idea of her going down on him. “I’m already ruined.”


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Okay, this is a promo post written for the first anniversary of TANGERINE CARNAL DREAMS … the flash scene is titled: Eight Reasons His Future Wife Refused Him


August 8, 2009

Eight Reasons the Heroine Refused the Hero…


The story opens with my heroine, Corporal Katta, pursuing a bad guy who has framed her father. She’s in an old space cruiser headed toward Yemisque, a tiny planet-world where the tangerine light acts like an aphrodisiac. Little does she realize the stallion-man who has chased her half-way across the galaxy is waiting. 

Prince Ziocese, the hero, is In Pursuit. This is the traditional courtship of his people. The men will chase the wife of their dreams no matter how long it takes until they win her. Okay, Zio is also enjoying the carnal playground, the way of his race until they actually claim their Mate. Yep, being the virile studs they are. 


Zio first sees and scents Katta when he enters the wrong room at a spaceport hotel, on the way to being with another woman. He’s utterly enchanted, especially since she’s bathing in a translucent pink tub.

I never wrote that actual scene of Zio and Katta’s first meeting… so, why not now?


Eight Reasons His Future Wife Refused Him


Anticipating a rolling romp with the elf-like Bregril seductress, Zio shoved the crystal entry card into the tiny slot. Within moments the opaque force field lowered and Zio knew the female he scented was the same women he’d watched leave the spaceport bar. He’d trained his lusty eye on her deliciously round curves and on her beautiful athleticism as she’d disappeared from view.


Lamenting the woman hadn’t stayed long enough for him to saunter her way, Zio committed the unique signature of her scent to his memory. It would be easier to track her later. Had she remained, he would have nibbled her ear with words, convincing her out of that intergalactic military uniform she wore, one that was also specific to her world. 


For some reason he didn’t understand, unless the Bregril woman wanted a threesome, he stood inside the luxuriously appointed room, inhaling the officer woman’s honey musk scent and knew she bathed. Moving closer, he fully indulged his flaring nostrils, drawing in her flame-wild fragrance, partially due to her fire-shooting ability. Some in her race possessed the power to shoot lightning-like blazes from their palms.


It had been whispered about the galaxy, though, that when they were immersed in water, the power was dampened and nearly useless. If this was some kind of nefarious setup against him, he hoped that was true. Not all of his business trades were considered legitimate by any number of worlds. 


Zio wasn’t prepared for the sight that met his gaze once he rounded the long sweeping  pearlescent wall. Entranced, he stared. 


She lay supine in the pink translucent soaking tub. Her mane of fiery goldspun hair tumbled in waves down the side and pooled on the clear platform, a most splendid loveliness. Her strongly formed face was also a sweetness that tugged at his soul, despite his raging arousal. 


Obviously in a deep state of relaxation, her eyes shut, she didn’t move a muscle. Folding his arms, he leaned against the stout pillar that formed the edge of the wall. Gradually, Zio ran his gaze down the length of her body, seeing only one arm and her leg dangling outside the tub. Her skin was the color of sun-shimmering ivory and he glimpsed the shape of her round sumptuous curves through the florescent pink of the bathing tub.


Stars straight to Eros, even the way her calf was formed belonged to a Love Goddess. Suppressing his urge to snort ownership like a primitive, he straightened approaching her. 

Almost immediately, she opened one eye. One brightly jeweled eye the same color as the sky above his family lands.


“I didn’t request the attentions of a gigolo.” She spoke in universal galactic, her tone commanding.


“Are you certain? I’m quite accomplished in the carnal arts.” Zio halted, giving her time to become accustomed to his physical appearance. 


“I’ll just bet you are.” She trained her gaze like a weapon on his standing bulge, yet remained languid in posture, not moving. 


“Would you like a demonstration of my prowess?” Zio eased closer and sank to one knee before her. Her gaze, ferocious with warning, raised to his face as he smiled with his male charm. To be singed by her hand would be worth it, if the whispers were wrong. 


“I’d like a demonstration of you leaving my room. I’m quite accomplished in the use of a pistol phaser.” With deceptive slowness she lifted her arm from the water, the tiny weapon held in her palm. “Your career as a gigolo could be temporarily abated.”


Zio didn’t doubt her intention or her aim. He didn’t doubt his next words, either. “Most gorgeous woman in all the galaxy, please, be my bride.”


Her eyelids fluttered. Staggered, she regarded him seriously. With her training in the detection of truth, she would know his utter sincerity. 


“I must decline.” Her softly spoken words held a stern note and she didn’t lower her pistol phaser.


“Eight reasons why I should become your husband. Counter them and I will leave. For now.” Given her high intelligence, Zio decided engaging his future Mate in this manner would let him remain with her for a longer time. 


She blinked once, then brought the pistol higher, his bare throat her target. “Eight reasons, I’ll play your ridiculous game. But if you don’t leave, your voice box is mine.”


Who would have known his chosen woman would be a warrioress? Zio had certainly never  considered such a wife. Now the thought excited him unbearably and unbridled his savage passions. 


“First reason. My kind are monogamous.”


“A definite plus in a husband. Your kind, against my view, aren’t allowed on my home planet.”


“Second reason. My kind are faithful. No philandering ever.”


She hesitated for several moments, her breath quickening. It beat his heart faster. “Another plus. However, bonding by genetic disposition is not necessarily love.” 


“Third reason. I’m fun to ride as a stallion and as a stud.”


The corner of her mouth threatened to quirk upwards and a hint of amusement shone in her eyes. “There are other stallions to ride on my world. And I’m not interested in living with  an arrogant stud.” 


“Fourth reason. I have the means to take care of you, to provide your every desire.”


“Is that so? How would I know that? True, your garments do display a certain level of wealth. However, that hardly guarantees your words.” She eyed him, her expression as  intense as a no nonsense mare. 


“Fifth reason. My endurance will be to your liking in our marital pleasures.”


A small smile possessed her kissable, temptress-full lips. “Endurance is one of my requirements in a husband. Since I’m not willing to give up my home world, your studly endurance doesn’t count.”


“Sixth reason. My heart already favors you. Ours will be a marriage of love.”


The misty softening of her eyes for the barest moment had Zio ready to lunge for her and capture her as his. Only his promise to her kept him immobile. 


“My heart is not easily won. If you want a loving bride, choose another.” Emotional pain as he’d rarely witnessed flared up in her eyes, only to be swiftly hidden. 


“Seventh reason. I dance extraordinarily well.”


She raised one redgold brow. “By yourself?”


“Alone, and as your partner. You will find it a delight to dance in my arms.”


“A delight? That is tempting, I admit. Still, who do I dance with on my world? I’m betting a year’s pay, you’re nature as a husband is possessive.” 


“Primal and possessive.” Zio reined in his rearing ‘nature’. “Is it Corporal, your rank?”


“Your eighth reason. I’ve been on a long draining assignment and my patience is hanging by a thread. Or should I say, by a horse hair?” 


“Eighth reason. With one touch I will bring you down to your knees, your passion for me as scorching as the flames you shoot.”


She studied his face, speculation flickering in her eyes along with something else, embers of awakened desire. “Maybe.” Her voice was tight with restraint. “With one touch of my thumb I will bring you down to the floor, writhing in agony and clutching your throat.”

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Lastly, this is a series of flash scenes I posted on Shapeshifter Seductions. They are a prequel to TANGERINE CARNAL DREAMS. 

June 25, 2010


The Intergalactic Chase ~ Corporal Kattalonia and Prince Zio


Part One ~


“Asteroid crapola!” Katta muttered. Impatience sliced through her with a viciousness unusual to her. From her intel-alliance with other intergalactic law agencies she knew Zio, the sky horse, as she thought of him, practically stud-nipped at her butt. Once again.


His private vessel was due to dock shortly. True to his equine race’s mating behavior, he’d chased her to every spaceport, his pursuit annoyingly relentless. 


Slinging her lightweight travel bag onto her back, Katta entered the stream of disembarking passengers. Distracted with thoughts about how to escape the stud not-of-her-dreams, she remembered to smile at the star cruiser’s steward as if she merely enjoyed her vacation. 


The tiger-shifter Huugosox man smiled engagingly in return. His direct gaze suggested he found her more enticing than the women ahead of her, now passing through the ship’s  opulent, holo-generated exit. 


Yeah, that’s what she so needed, a sex-clawing tiger instead of a wild-to-mount-her-ass stallion. 


Not that she blamed the steward. To make herself appear like a fun-girl tourist, Katta had donned her outrageously pink bodysuit, the one that gleamed like water over her curves and served to sexually stun many alien-race men. Always an advantage when it came to protecting herself from numerous enemies, plus the other vermin-like villains she encountered on assignments. 


Resisting the urge to extend her palm and shoot her flame at will, Katta flattened her hand on her thigh. Star hole hell! She hated being in the midst of crowds. Yet, here she was temporarily trapped. Taking deep breaths of the good-quality atmosphere, she moved with the other passengers along the corridor that led to a three-layered complex. Filled with shopping areas and galactic-cuisine eateries, the accommodations also ranged from simple to extravagant.


Katta’s palm itched nastily, ready to fire. Even though the area was spacious, she instinctively wanted to clear a path so she could  flame Zio’s ass. Or his front. Whatever she could flash-fast target. 


Once she reached the ultra-enormous sphere that was the spaceport complex, she  strode onto the center walkway because it cut straight through like a diameter. Briskly moving, Katta scouted for a strategic place to hang out until she could hop onto the space jet she’d chartered. Not available for another quarter of the day. 


By now, her stallion shifter pursuer knew the type of places she favored for food, for entertainment, and for gear. Seeing a large selection of possibilities, she ignored the inviting gaze of a Gracc man and leapt onto one of the stairway gliders. Used to various levels of gravity, her body automatically adjusted, and she landed lightly. In no time, she stepped onto the second level. Spotting a lingerie shop that only allowed women inside, she practically jogged toward the entrance.


“Nova-sex wow!” Katta slowly rotated, gaping at the gorgeously presented displays of exotic and beautiful lingerie. From dreamy ethereal to hardcore I-want-it-rough, each collection had its own setting that was mood perfection.


When she noticed how tightly she clutched the strap of her bag, Katta brought it before her and slipped her hand inside the weapon’s pocket. Her tiny pulse pen could blind most races with one strike. 

~~~~~~


The Intergalactic Chase ~ Corporal Kattalonia and Prince Zio


Part Two ~


“Goddess do behold,” Katta whispered, “this shop could be on Yemisque, tangerine carnal playground for the rich and famous. And, everyone else. But, especially for my sister.” 


“May I be of assistance?” The galactic-speak of an Isyrik woman had Katta whipping around. The woman’s melodic voice  was ‘anti-matter’ at odds with her appearance. A couple of heads taller, she was muscled to the max, yet, attired in a gown made out of soft fluid fabric.


Katta relaxed her stance. “You’re an expert. What would you recommend? I mean, this wouldn’t be for a lover. I want something for myself.”


“To enjoy your own beauty?” The Isyrik’s gaze sparkled with understanding, and Katta mentally sighed with relief. 


“Yes. For my own pleasure.”


“May I show you to a private room?”


The thought was music to her ears, and Katta changed her expression to brightly hopeful. “Please. I have extra coin I’m dying to spend.” 


“Ah, truly the universal language. This way.” The woman led her toward the surrounding ring of rooms. Most of the entries had been sealed indicating a large number of customers.


In short order, Katta waited inside an old-style, glamorous changing room, one that used mirrored surfaces instead of holo projection. With charming efficiency, her Isyrik attendant had presented a series of images. Katta chose her five favorites. Now, she sizzly tingled with anticipation at the thought of trying on the lingerie pieces. 


Stripping off her bodysuit, then removing her adhering weaponry, she moved into the cleansing tube only briefly. Since the sky horse had been notorious at gaining entry where he wasn’t allowed, Katta retrieved the weapon she called her stud inhibitor, once she’d slipped on the gauze covering.


Katta had already used the device twice on her stallion-man nemesis. While she didn’t relish punishing his balls with pain, or paralyzing his body, it had been worth it the first time. Staggered, more from being unable to move, than any actual pain, Zio’s pride had suffered huge as a red giant sun. 


His cryogenic-like frozen expression had said it all. Katta giggled at the memory spontaneously. Giggling was a rare occurrence for her, except when her sis, Jessa, got hold of her funny bone and didn’t let go.


At the time, Katta had sauntered the entire length of the raucous frenetic danceclub. She’d used her psi-hindsight to watch the rutting-disabled sky horse as his gaze ‘chased’ after her. Like a high class harlot on Mryub, Katta had exaggerated the sway of her hips, unable to resist tormenting him. He deserved it, given the *caught in a comet’s tail* hell he put her through. 


Grab-a-laugh, yeah, Zio had been one mortified and fiercely frustrated man-stallion. Katta figured that would end his intergalactic chase. Nope. And no blue-star hope of ridding herself of his pursuit. He’d recovered all too fast, galloping his fleet trader’s craft over and under a space field of plasma clouds with an expertise that surprised her.


As the Isyrik woman entered with the gleaming rack of lingerie, Katta placed the stud inhibitor within reach. Smiling, she presented a small pouch of coin. “Whatever the difference in purchase price is, we’ll settle once I’ve decided.”


With a gracious nod of her head, the woman departed. Excitement quivered her belly and Katta quickly shed the gauze covering. Outrageously purple, the ultra-thin leather barely contained her breasts, and made her nipples look like beckoning sluts. The matching swirly micro-skirt clung below her hips. At each turn, it rippled showing off her butt.


Katta grinned and strutted, happy with her super-sexual appearance. After removing the simple design, she placed it on the buy tray. Since flaming red was one of her favored colors, Katta reached for the garment that wrapped around her bare body like an animal’s stripes.


“Oh Goddess, yes!” she whispered, and felt herself moan in appreciation. 


“Primitive and definitely to my liking, beautiful woman. Shall I watch you parade before the mirrors again? Before I claim you?” 


Katta froze for a fraction of a second only. Spinning on the balls of her feet, she grabbed for the stud inhibitor.

~~~~~~


The Intergalactic Chase ~ Corporal Kattalonia and Prince Zio


Part Three ~ Hung Like a Horse


Using her palm to flame the incorrigible stud would cost Katta seconds she couldn’t afford. The inhibitor glowed, ready to fire.  She whipped around with it, pointing at the apex of his all-too-handsome thighs.


Even as she shot the bright orange pulses, Katta knew she’d lost this round. Harmlessly, they sparked off his flight breeches. The sable-brown leather not only hugged his legs, but faithfully displayed the outline of his balls… hell’s own moan… larger than some planetoids she’d seen.


Lowering the inhibitor gradually, Katta followed the I-intend-to-take-you monolith that was his crotch. Obviously, the sky horse had protected himself with a sheet of platinum-diamond composite. The expense was galaxies-beyond her pay grade.


“Your welcoming perusal of my passion for you encourages my heart, my future mate.” The man-stallion approached with a smooth gait, despite the large impediment trapped inside his elegantly fashioned breeches.


“Welcoming?” Katta dead-aimed her hand for his heart, given his rakishly styled shirt exposed the deep bronze skin of his chest. 


Mere strides away, Zio captured her wrist. Katta smacked her other palm on the impossibly hard muscles of his chest and called forth her fire. But her flame fizzled, betraying her. Her breath caught in her throat as she inhaled his maleness. Damn it to the cosmic wasteland, his virile scent always put her beneath his stud spell. 


Their gazes clashed as he backed her against one of the mirror panels. “Katta.” His harsh breaths did terrible and wonderful things to her nether sex parts. So did his long tall cock as he pressed it against her belly. “Kattalonia, beautiful one, you know you belong to me.”


“I belong to no one, but myself, you decadent beast.” Somehow she’d managed to get the words past her embarrassingly quick pants, and even made them sound defiant.


“Decadent beast. I adore how you tease my libido with your lover’s names for me.” His dark amused tone rubbed over her deliciously. 


One more time, Katta attempted to flame his chest, but she was hopelessly lost to her desires, a pool of hot yearning plasma. For him. Crap-particles, her usual luck had failed her. 


“I am not your lover.” She might as well as have told him they were lovers eternal, given the impassioned flicker in the depth of his eyes. Only for her.


“My woman.” Releasing her wrist, he caressed to her elbow with a slow sensuality that made her gasp in pleasure.


Katta let her eyelids fall shut. “No. You can’t…I swear I’m going to laser-bake those balls of yours.”


His answer was to more firmly nestle his cock against her belly. Despite the leather barrier, the heat of his flesh monolith caused her to smolder all over, but especially between the lips of her pussy. Katta whimpered before she could suppress it.


“Just thinking of you, and now seeing you.” His nose nuzzled up the side of her neck. “Smelling you, Kattalonia, laser-heats my balls. I am ready to mount you. Lunge inside you until I hear your sweet screams of surrender. Your wild moans of bliss.”


“Oh, God of starfire, take me.”

~~~~~~


The Intergalactic Chase ~ Corporal Kattalonia and Prince Zio


Part Four ~ 


Did those words really slip past her lips? Katta knew they had. Why, oh bent-space-hell why did she turn into a mindless wanton for him? Only him. 


“Katta.” He groaned her name against her mouth. His lips seized hers in that dominant way that made resistance impossible. In that way, also, that ignited her like old-fashioned rocket thrusters. Zing out into space she went, lust’s slave.


He leaned forward pinning her to the mirror’s slippery surface with his stud-muscled frame. Goddess of the universe, could anything ever feel better? Certainly not in the I-want-this-man department. Planting his hands on either side of her, Zio fused their lips and ground his mouth against hers until she moaned uncontrollably. 


Returning passion for passion, Katta let her hands go wild, and have their way with his back. The slick fabric of his shirt only encouraged her, defining the fierce strength of his stallion-like physique. 


Feeling like a sex starved she-devil, Katta lunged upward. At the same time, she thrust her tongue past the barrier of his lips. The sky horse had never denied her before. He didn’t now. Their tongues battled for supremacy. Tangling, sliding, writhing furiously in an all-out war that brought about the most intense spikes of pleasure and need. 


Zio stepped back suddenly, and lowered his hooded gaze. With a deliberation that drove her straight to weak-kneed insanity, he claimed every inch of her. His, the star-storm glitter of his eyes proclaimed. His to take as he pleased. 

Helpless, with her hands trying to clutch the mirror panel, Katta watched him strip off his shirt. He tossed it aside, his demeanor the casual arrogance she despised, but dreamed about… unbidden dreams that became raunchy fantasies and always ended with his cock ravaging her. Oh, Goddess, don’t save her. 


Not yet. 


Katta whimpered as he loosened his breeches, the nano-specialized leather yielding to his touch. The slickness of her inner thighs threatened to be her undoing, as in landing on her ass. Loosed from its prison, she watched the forceful lunge of his cock toward her. Katta  fell back against the mirror, barely glimpsing him palm off his boots, then his breeches. 


“Woman. My woman.” His gaze was only for her face, only for her eyes. And, only for her. 


She witnessed it in the deep-space black depths of his eyes. 


Katta screamed inside for him to come take her. She might have screamed the words, maybe… but her loud breathy pants didn’t allow for any other sound to escape. 


With a growl that was utter possession, he launched against her. She felt the edge of his teeth slightly graze her shoulder a split second before he gripped the red striping.  Zio tore the lingerie from her body so ruthlessly, Katta’s entire body quaked. 


Beneath his hungry gaze her breasts trembled. Out-of-this galaxy sensations she’d never felt ripped through her. Simultaneously, her nipples ripened to an ache only he could stop. 


That’s what got her every time – why she couldn’t fight him, or deny him – their overwhelming take-no-prisoners passion. 


“Zio… yes. Yes, you bad wicked stud.” 

~~~~~~ 


I hope you enjoyed my authorly trip down memory lane. Smiles. 


Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, 

Savanna Kougar

July 9, 2020

Fourth of July Remembrance In Wolf Peak Territory by Savanna Kougar

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION.
Yes, Very Belated Independence Day Howls and Yowls, ShapeShifter Lovers! 
So, I was under the weather and thus, couldn’t work on this post.
WE in Wolf Peak Territory hold these Truths to be self-evident, that ALL SENTIENT BEINGS are created equal in the Sight of the Divine, that they are endowed by the One Great Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness 
Of course, absolutely, given their wild, freedom-loving natures, given the past and current persecution of shapeshifters and other supernaturals, EVERYONE in the Peak stands with Independence Day, with celebrating the Fourth of July.
The People of the United States of America Have Their Historic and Majestic Mt Rushmore, Those In the Peak Have the Magnificent Wolf Summit. Smiles. 
Tiger ShapeShifters, Sentient Tiger Beings, the Half-Breeds …In Fact, All the Big Cats and All of the Little Cats, too, of Wolf Peak…They All Agree, Freedom Will Be Most Ferociously Defended With Tooth, Nail, and Claws. Enemies, foreign and domestic, Will Be Shredded, Torn Into Bloody Pieces. Guaranteed. 
Wolf Shifter Cubs Sunning Themselves On the Top of Wolf Summit
The Vintage Style Fireworks Celebration Held a Couple of Days Before Fourth of July Was a Huge Success, As Was the Dance At the Midnight Stardust Supperclub Featuring Music and Dining Favorites From That Period. Of Course, the Gowns Worn By the Ladies Were Elegant and Gorgeous. To Live For! 
“The Spirit of Liberty” … One of the Pinup Posters Inside the Americana, a New Cozy Eatery That Recently Opened In the Peak town of Moonrise Lake… Of course, They Serve American-Style Cuisine. 
 
The Angel of Liberty Welcomes Customers To the Americana Eatery
Okay, Similar To the One Near Mt Rushmore, There is Also a Wolf Peak Lodge… ShapesShifters and Supernaturals From Around the World Are Flocking To the Lodge For Summer Fun… No One Has To Worry About Scaring Unaware Humans… 
One of the Beautiful Woman Wolf Shifters … She Works At the Wolf Peak Lodge As a Much Loved Singer 
The Patriot Cat of Wolf Peak… Everyone Knows His Name, Mister Meow Liberty, and His *Give Me Freedom* Game 
Meet Lobo Fangs Liberty …This Is Mister Meow Liberty’s Sidekick  … They Make Quite a Team, I Tell Ya!  
Oh Wait, Here’s Another One of Their Patriot Posse, Luke Kickin’ For Liberty … This Stud Has One Helluva Kick, Alright, Having Won Many a Power Kick Competition. 
Dream Catcher Wolf, the Council of Grandmothers, and Every Native Indian Shifter In the Peak Stands In Patriotic Tribal Alliance With Dante, the Alpha Wolf Leader. 1776 Freedom Is Precious To All.  
 
Dressed For the Fourth of July Parade To Take Place On Main Street In the Town of Moonrise Lake. 
American Indian Princess and Her ShapeShifter Wolf Mate, They Moved To the Peak To Be Themselves and Live Free. 
 
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A SALUTE TO THE PATRIOTIC COWGIRLS AND COWBOYS IN WOLF PEAK … ‘CAUSE EVERYONE IN THE PEAK LOVES *OLD WEST* AND CURRENT-DAY WESTERN CULTURE… 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Even This Zebra ShapeShifter Shows Off His Patriotic Stripes. 
Costumed For the Parade, These Two Mini Horses Are Too Adorable For Words… Aren’t They? 
The Art of Carving Carousel Horses Has Been Revived In the Peak To the Delight of One and All
The Werewolf Tribe Living In the Peak, No One Dares Take Away Their Freedom!!! Many an enemy invader has been brutally, bloodily decimated. Including top black-ops teams. Yum! Crunch! Send In More…  
This Bald Eagle ShapeShifter Lives in Wolf Peak — His Flight Around Mt. Rushmore On July 3, 2020. The tech team outfitted him with tiny recording cameras. 
Bathing In the Fourth of July Full Moon … This Cosmic-Spirit Wolf Shamaness Revealed the Life-Altering Changes Coming To Our Lives on Planet Earth. Those Walking the Path of 1776 Freedom FOR ALL Will Be Viciously Persecuted, Constantly Demonically Attacked. Many Will Suffer Greatly and Be Murdered For Standing Up, For Daring To Live Free. 
However, Those Attacking-Killing the Freedom Lovers Around the World, Those Walking This Dark Sinister Path … They Will Not Prevail. For, they Are Doomed By Their Own Mind-Controlled, Soul-Lost Ignorance. 
Walk This Beautiful Land, This Divine-Amazing World, With Peace and Love In Your Heart. Yet, If Threatened, If Attacked Fight With All of Your Might. As Is Often Said, Beloved Ones, the Time Has Come to Prepare For the Best, Hope For the Best. 
The Challenges Before Us Are Huge. In this New Aquarian Age Do We Perish Or Do WE ALL LIVE FREE On Mother Earth? 

Run on the Wild Side of Romance

Kisses,

Savanna Kougar

June 22, 2020

Summer Solstice 2020, Season of Romance by Savanna Kougar

IN WOLF PEAK TERRITORY 

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION.

Midsummer Howls and Yowls, ShapeShifter Lovers, 

Have a Most Sacred Summer Solstice 



Yes, and Have a Joyous Father’s Day… the fathers in the Peak are being celebrated and celebrating. There is feasting and favorite family sports and games … many are playfully running in the forests, over the high prairie lands. Naturally, there are a lot of loving hugs.   
At this Summer Solstice timepoint, the Great Unraveling becomes quantum-enhanced. This is because there is an immense and QUICKENING surge in the cosmic energies of the Universe — including the BENEVOLENT GOLDEN LIGHT.
As is painfully, notoriously obvious in this turnpoint year of 2020, CHANGE, both personal and societal, rules all of our lives — thus, reigning over life and lifestyles all over planet Earth. Yes. changing, altering everything we have ever known.
Now fleeing urban centers, returning to the Land, growing your own food, and building sustainable loving communities becomes the new norm in our country, throughout the world. Naturally, this an ever-evolving lengthy process.
Of course, the huge, unexpected, and sudden CHANGES we are experiencing can be beneficial such as using a hammer to build a home. Or, the onslaught of CHANGES can be like a striking hammer used as a deadly weapon on your head.
How do you discern the difference, the real potential of the CHANGES before you? Now, the DIVINE floodlight of truth reveals ALL — the infamous bad, ugly, good, and beautiful is being REVEALED to bring forth ultimate societal healing. Thus, to establish an enduring planetary liberation
At this spinpoint in our history/herstory, the human race is in the crosshairs of  *dark evil forces* and also facing the Aquarian Age crosspoint. That is, the choice between 1776 Freedom Worldwide or existing beneath a brutal Big-Brother enslavement.
For the following two years, CHANGE AND CHOICE will be your constant companions. Also, as this beyond-epic year of 2020 continues, these two questions will challenge your very soul and heart.
How do you bring about GOOD CHANGES?
And, in the fog of the deepstate’s war on humanity, in the confusion caused by these evil ones among us, how do we individually and collectively, keep CHOOSING the path of FREEDOM FOR ALL upon our beloved planet Earth?
Always remember, the Golden Light of the Divine, holds you in its eternal and loving embrace.
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The Season of Romance In Wolf Peak Territory, Now New Couples Are Coming Together As Never Before 
More and More, the Angelic and Fairy Breeds of Humanity Arrive In the Peak. Kalinda, the owner of  The Heavenly Chocolate & Ice Creamery, is half angel and half Norse Goddess. She and her team coordinate this burgeoning community. 
Feverish and Fierce Love, It’s All Happening In Wolf Peak, Especially Inside Dante’s Interspecies Pleasure Club
One of the ON THE GOOD SIDE Vampires Falls In Love. Dante, the Alpha Wolf Leader, Originally Hired Him, and Other Good Vampires, As Elegant Dance Partners At the Midnight Stardust Supperclub. Yes, For the Single Ladies.

An Irish Elfin Couple, Who Are From a Remnant Population …Wanting to Begin a New Life, They Have Moved To the Peak. 

This Couple Is From Avalon, an Ancient Land Currently Hidden By the Mists of Protection. Those In Avalon Are Joining With Wolf Peak Territory To Save Themselves and All On the Good Side From the Great Dark Force That Would Consume the Mother Earth, and Her Precious People. 

He is an Andalusian Horse ShapeShifter. She is a Deer Shifter. Both Lived During an Age of Beauty On Earth — so very long ago. They Are From an Immortal Gene Line Created Before the Atlantean Empire. 

He Rescued Her From a Shipwreck, Once Upon a Historical Time. They Found Each Other Again At the Cotillion Masquerade Ball
Fae Couple In Flight. Dante’s Much Vaunted Security Teams Keeps Them Safe With All Manner of Advanced Technology. As Well, the Drone Hunters In the Peak Are Always Busy.

Mermaid Couple In Love … As Has Been Revealed Before There Is A Large Underground Water Passageway Into a Cave System … One of the Caves Opens Up Becoming a Hidden Beach Area Where the Sun’s Light Slants Inward… 

 
These Lovers Are Inside One of the Many, Many Pleasure Fantasy Rooms Available At the Interspecies Pleasure Club
Druid Elfin Priestess and Priest, This Couple Is Much Loved, and Is Well Known Throughout Wolf Peak For Assisting Others With Physical and Spiritual Healing. They Are Also Warriors. 

A Couple From a Future Timepoint On Earth. They Decided to Make their Home in Wolf Peak Territory and Join a Border Patrol Team. Their Varied Talents and Warrior Skills Have Made Them Invaluable. 

This Couple Are Defenders of the Castle Realms. Concealed  By the Montana Rocky Mountains Are Twenty Magnificent Castles. Some Are Owned By Dragon Lords and Their Family Line. There Are Both ShapeShifter Dragons and Sentient Dragonkind.

Love Beneath the Full Moon … the Magickal Energies of Woman and Man Together Build and Spin the World, and the Universe Itself… 
Passionate Romance Lives In Wolf Peak Territory … Dante, and All Those Who Live In the Peak, Do Everything In Their Power To Encourage Romance…
Another Warrior Couple, They Are Both Wolf Shifters, and Defend the Peak With All of Their Ferocious Might … Oh, and They Are Deeply In Love 

Warrioress and Her Renaissance Warrior Mate … Several Immortals Are Arriving These Days …Their Knowledge and Wisdom From These Historical Times Is a Great Boon … And the Children of the Peak Learn the Truth, Not Merely What Has Been Written 

Elfin Warlord and His Human Wife … He Is Devoted to Her. 
A Lion ShapeShifter From Ancient Mars, He Has Finally Found His True Mate. She Is a Half Cat, Half Human Shifter Who Teaches Advanced Dance Classes. Her Beautiful Dance Performances Are Always Sold Out.  
He Is a Master Teacher, How To Be a Medieval Warrior. She Is His Lady Love… Together They Bring This Lifestyle to Life In Wolf Peak. 
Eagle ShapeShifter and His Beloved Wife, a Shamaness. She Recently Arrived From a Secret Realm In Siberia, and Is Descended From the Hyperboreans. 
Highlander Scottish Lass With the Sight Moves to the Peak and Discovers Her Long Lost Lover. They Were Originally Torn Apart By War. Reunited Now, They Are Building a Life Together. 
 
When Romance Was a Grand Affair To Be Cherished … This Romantic Way of Life, Lost To the Current Era, Has Come To Wolf Peak Territory … Thank the Great Goddess of All. 

Deep Inside an Isolated Valley In Wolf Peak Territory, the Paradise Romantic Times of Tartaria Is Being Brought To Life Again.

Everything OLD WEST and Western Is Popular In the Peak, Of Course. This Couple Runs The Gunslinger Saloon In the Small Town of Moonrise Lake. They Are Coyote Shifters From the American Southwest. 

A Dragon ShapeShifter Couple. They Have Been In Love For Centuries. Yes, They Now Live In One of the Dragon-owned Castles, and Often Fly the Skies Searching For Enemies Who Would Dare Invade Wolf Peak Territory. They Don’t Appear To Be Ferocious In Human Form. However, As Dragons They Are Fearsome Fighters. 
 

Run on the Wild Side of Romance

Kisses,

Savanna Kougar

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