ShapeShifter Kisses

May 17, 2022

Still Alive, the Wolf Peak Rescue by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Shapeshifter Erotic Romance — Savanna Kougar @ 10:49 pm

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SunGod Wolf~deviantart.com

 Originally posted on ShapeShifter Seduction

 One Year later~Middle of May Yowls, Howls, and Growls, Shapeshifter Lovers!

Yeah, I’m still alive. It’s been a beastly, sort of adventurous year of battling death in several different ways…not quite kicking fiercely yet. 

However, I’m feeling the urge to write…

~~~~~~

 Still Alive, the Wolf Peak Rescue

“All hail the Great Wolf Dog, I’ve found her.” Dangerous growled the words low in his throat Given the hazards of his com device or telepathic message being intercepted, he didn’t inform Wolf Peak Central. Not yet.

With a predator’s stealthy grace he followed the human elder as she hobbled inside the upscale thrift shop. Cane in hand, she concentrated on each step.

Kitty and her Witch’s Circle were on sniffing-target. Even from this distance the   Celtic-DNA woman reeked of many psi-powers, ones suppressed by the human race’s generational ignorance, and by the Darkside Magicians assigned to keep her under their control. 

Despite constant diabolical attacks, the elder still lived. According to his third eye, her stubborn will, her inner Spirit, the protection of the One Divine, yip-yip-yep the elder mission-remained. Howls, in this time of Revelation and revolutionary Decision on beloved Mother Earth.

Smiling like an idiot, Dangerous froze his features into a soy-boy disguise. He ambled after the woman enjoying her delicious yet fire-hot scent–who she was in the fifth dimension. 

“Can I help you, young man?” Steely eyes peered at him over ubiquitous and sensible eyeglass frames. 

“Kitchen utensils. I just moved into a new apartment. Wally World is so dull…” Dangerous fluttered his fingers, “so unremarkable.” 

“Last aisle on the right,” the clerk dismissed him.

**** 

Aware of the young man entering behind her, Kymbra carefully balanced herself on the walking cane. She shuffled through the large size tee-shirts until she could part them enough to view him. 

Hell yeah, strange things, weird events, scary crap had been happening–the last couple of months. at least. Kymbra grimaced. She trusted no one. 

He appeared innocuous enough, normal enough, a metro sexual type, but with evidence of rippling muscles beneath his garish Hawaiian shirt. On the slim side, Kymbra ‘ding ding’ knew the man was ‘tough as nails’. Yep, like the current-day cowboys competing in rodeos.

Who are you trying fool, buddy boy? 

Determined to continue, Kymbra scowled and clamped her jaw shut. After all, she only had so much time to shop. It was a rare opportunity these damn days.

As she studied the selection of over-sized shirts, Kymbra tuned her ear for any suspicious sounds–the slightest movement toward her.

How fast can I move being a cripple? Come on… she mocked herself.

Splat! Something struck the old wood floor at her feet Kymbra shot her gaze downward. The smell of ozone seared her nostrils. Strong blue light blasted her eyes, then instantly became a thin beam. 

In shock, somewhat blinded, Kymbra gripped the handle of the cane, but teetered backward. Abduction?

God no… 

Arms like steel rods caught her, surrounded her, stopped her fall.

“Doc, you got me…” she heard.

“Beaming you aboard, wolfie,” an odd but masculine voice responded. 

“Where…?” Kymbra tried to move. Useless. 

“Stay still,” the man’s voice soothed, urged. “This is a rescue.”

Unable to croak a sound, weak, lightheaded, Kymbra sank against the man’s ultra hard frame. Am I whirling? Whatever…. In the next instant she blacked out. 

****

“All aboard,” Blade Runner announced in his Bugs Bunny imitation. “Hey, junior wolf, you’re crushing her against that iron like chest of yours. Let her breathe.” 

“Right.” Dangerous loosened his grip some as he carried the precious elder toward the ship’s Restoration chamber. He made certain the dome fully opened and the lights twinkled on before gently placing her on the silvery mattress. 

“Status, bunny Captain?” he asked.

“Enemy dispatched to the outer rim of the solar system ‘n spinning fast as a weaponized-comet top.” 

Dangerous grinned. “Thanks, Captain.” 

“Gotta take a ‘circle back’ route home. Space Force is sniffing at our tail. Hang on to your sharp fangs.” 

“Aye, aye, Captain bunny.” Dangerous kept one eye on the ancient-Celtic elder, as she was known in their Wolf Peak world, and the other on the frequency readout. 

While they seesaw-whipped through the skies, he adjusted the chamber’s healing tones slowly and methodically ridding her of various toxins. Resurrection would be initiated later. 

“You’re gonna be gorgeous again. Youthful and gorgeous,” he promised. Noting her stubborn nature, evident in her energy field, Dangerous added.”Howls by the Wolf God, whether you like it or not.” 

Like Father Sun after a thunderstorm’s rage, his grin broke through the clouds of his soul.

****

Lost in a foggy chaotic dreamscape, Kymbra gradually became aware of the soft cloud holding her. So soft.  

She luxuriated, clinging to the sheer pleasure. For years she’d been tired, often dragging herself from day to day.

No, I don’t want to open my eyes. 

“All packed up. Ready to deliver baby formula.” The determination of the woman’s voice impacted Kymbra, a big jolt from the heaven’s above.

“Keep in contact, sis. Promise.” 

Love yet serious concern in his tone, and also command, Kymbra recognized the man who… what? What happened to me?

“Your elder is awakening. I’m outta here.” 

“Yeah, when I need you–the woman to woman thing,” he teased. 

“The babies need me, my team, more,” his sister flippantly threw back. 

What is that distinctive accent? Kymbra heard sis’s departing footsteps. Babies… the memory hit like the damn glare of a big-screen plasma TV. Hate those things. 

Kymbra’s eyes popped open. Diffused violet-tinted light haloed the man’s face, seemed to heal her eyes. 

Ignoring his handsome, hard-defined features, she blurted out, “I know who is hoarding the baby formula. It’s them. They have to feed it to our dear leader, the sleeping O’Bidden.”

Intense eyes, the aqua color of the Caribbean sea at dusk entered her soul–a gentle penetration. “Sleeping?” he asked after a pause.

“You know that creepy incubator thing they put him in…the high-tech drugs they keep him on…only baby formula works for his, his intestines, his gut, what’s left of it.”

He gave a thoughtful nod before saying, “I think I’m seeing what you are. The  rotting zombie under glass.”

“Who are you? Where the heck am I? What’s going on?” Kymbra demanded, moving to sit up. 

“Easy there, woman.” He placed a calming hand on her shoulder. “A bit more healing time is required.” 

Given his sincere kind voice, Kymbra obeyed. “Healing?” she snapped. “How is it you can see what I see before my mind’s eye? Are you a Borg creepazoid? Did you put a chip in me?”

To be continued… hopefully.

Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~


Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, 

Savanna Kougar

May 16, 2021

Stray Cat Strut Synchronicity by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 6:08 am

  Stray Cats – Stray Cat Strut (Official Video)

Originally posted on ShapeShifter Seduction

 Middle of May Yowls, Howls, and Growls, Shapeshifter Lovers! 

So, synchronicity is at a work. I was on youtube and a music video by the Stray Cats showed up unexpectedly in the recommendations. That, of course, triggered my memory of writing this particular flash scene … yep, I moved and grooved to the song bigtime … and get this, originally this scene was posted on May 13, 2015 … yeah, back at the *old* blog, ShapeShifter Seductions [with an ‘s’ at the end].

Note: Kalina, the heroine of this flash, is an ET, an AI specialist, who was abandoned on Earth in the city of Chicago. Dante, the alpha wolf leader, sent Zortega, his long lost cousin, to rescue her. At the time, they were under vicious cyber attack. 

Also, a few small changes were made to the scene

 May 13, 2015
The Rogue Stray Cat Struts His Stuff


Tuesday howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.
Ever hear one of those songs that just tickles you no end? Well, that’s your flash scene for today. I hope you enjoy.

~~~~~~

The Rogue Stray Cat Struts His Stuff


“A crash course in Earth culture,” Kalina muttered, practicing her use of the English language. She waved her hand over the wall-sized monitor, installing the last of the current information gathered from the world wide web, including the depths of the dark net, and all the Q-clearance intel organizations she’d discovered.

Instead of an AI assassin, she’d become more of a bits-and-bytes spy. Entering the cyberworld as frequency consciousness, Kalina hid out, observing the flash and flow of traffic. Whenever lightning-pulses of secret info appeared, she chased the signature-stamped pulses down to source.

The project to save endangered information on the internet had become a serious priority with Dante. Ever since pages he’d saved to his primitive hard drive had disappeared on the net, the alpha werewolf had become a fiend for storing every last cyber-info bit he could get his paws on. To that end, over the last year’s time, he’d hired a  growing team of top-predator nerds.

Now hunting down the shadow-system perpetrators of scrubbed info, had become the favored sport of these shapeshifter nerds, and Kalina had given them tips on how and where to find their prey.

Recently, she’d helped to design the ultimate storage system, along with a secretive shifter who called himself Rogue Stray Cat. Speaking of, Kalina heard him crooning his adopted theme song as he sauntered toward the super-secured room.

“Black and orange stray cat sittin’ on a fence… Ain’t got enough dough to pay the rent… I’m flat broke but I don’t care … I strut right by with my tail in the air.”  With that Rogue Stray peeked through the crack of the sliding door, and grinned at her.

Tall, thin, with an air of regal nonchalance, he strolled inside. The door auto-shut behind him, and he took a quick swallow of his mud java as he called his first cup of coffee. Raising his brows in question, he gazed directly at her.

“Complete,” Kalina answered, then smiled at him.

Rogue Stray flipped back a shock of black and orange hair. “Let’s give it a trial run, kiddo. Then prep a program for capturing the latest and greatest on the world wide wiretap.”

“Agreed. But first you have to sing… is it the chorus?”

With a smooth flourish of his wrist, he held the coffee mug like a mike, singing… “Stray cat strut, I’m a ladies’ cat… A feline Casanova, hey man, that’s where its at…Get a shoe thrown at me from a mean old man… Get my dinner from a garbage can.”

After an affected wiggle of his dark brows, he added, “I have to tell ya, ET kiddo, the garbage cans around here are gourmet eatin’.”

“I bet they are.” Kalina giggled lustily. She couldn’t help it around him. Even though her sweetheart squeeze, as she whispered in his ear everyday… one alpha wolf shifter, Zortega, the courageous man who had rescued her, and now possessively body-guard protected her daily… he would snarl and bare his teeth whenever Rogue Stray entertained her like this.

Learning he was all snarl and no werewolf-bite, Kalina always soothed Zortega with soft kisses on his large handsome face.

“When is that savage wolf mate of yours due today?” Rogue Stray seriously regarded her. Although, laughter shone in his moon-bright, dark yellow eyes.
Kalina well knew he feline-enjoyed baiting Zortega. With a toss of her long hair, she replied, “He has a long meeting today with Dante, and most of those in the inner circle. Those who patrol and protect Peak Territory.”

“Ah, then you’re at the tender mercy of my claws,” Rogue Stray bantered. He swallowed down much of his mud java, and when he looked at her again, the nerdish glitter in his eyes ignited. “Let’s see what you’ve accomplished, little cyber miracle worker.”
The next several hours flew by comet-swiftly, as Kalina demonstrated, then explained her crystal cyber library. No spider-net cloud where info could be easily hacked… no, the global information she’d collected was now permanently catalogued inside the specialized crystals she knew how to grow. The thumb-sized crystals dazzingly flickered whenever Kalina accessed them.

“Would you like to hear your theme song?” she asked, once they explored the music library. At his eager nod, she added, “Just start singing.”

“I don’t bother chasing mice around… I slink down the alley looking for a fight…Howling to the moonlight on a hot summer night…Singin’ the blues while the lady cats cry, “Wild stray cat, you’re a real gone guy.”

Instantly, the immense screen displayed an icon for every recording, every video made so far, and included karaoke renditions. To Kalina’s surprise and delight, the center image circled larger. And there he was, her Rogue Stray. Attired in a slouch hat, dark blue sunglasses, and a ‘righteous’ outfit, he stood in front the microphone. A three-piece band played behind him as he sang the lyrics in a blusie crooning yowl.

“Yep, it’s me, kiddo.” Pride colored his words. “You aren’t going to let that singing cat out of the bag,” he added quickly, but in his usual humor-filled tone.

“No. Not if you don’t want me to.” Kalina instantly knew she owned the image-key to discovering more about him. Perhaps to discovering his past, his origin. Who he truly was… at least, some major-star clues.

“That’s the *claw cuts both ways* deal with worldwide access to info about anyone at any time, isn’t it?” he quietly asked, his tone almost a purr.

“It is. Tracked, traced, and data-based, as they say here…on planet Earth.” Kalina pointed to the giant monitor to mute the sound. She turned to face him. “It’s why Dante examines anyone allowed to work at this level. Their character, I mean. He vetted you. Don’t worry, I won’t pursue more about you.” She smiled to reassure him. “Although, my curiosity is high. I must admit.”

“Curiosity killed the cat. In my case, satisfaction won’t bring him back, kiddo. I got some mighty mean bad-ass guys on my tail. They don’t give a rip or RIP who they eliminate on the way. If you get my drift?”

His words rang true as a space geyser about to erupt. “I understand. Being on the receiving end of bad-guy pursuit myself.”

“So, I heard.” He gave her a sly wink of comradery. “Enough of this lazin’ about. Let’s get some work done.”

“One of these days, you’ll confide in me, Rogue Stray kitty kat. I have one of those listening ears. That’s what Zortega tells me.”

“Someday,” he promised, as they moved toward the master console.

Behind her, Kalina heard him purring-croon, “I wish I could be as carefree and wild, but I got cat class and I got cat style.”
 
“You do got cat class and style,” she threw over her shoulder.
~~~~~~

Here’s the music video that appeared on youtube …

Stray Cats – Be Bop A Lula

Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~


Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, 

Savanna Kougar

April 23, 2021

Earth Day, Wild At Heart by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 1:20 am

 In Wolf Peak Territory

Running With Her Wolves on Earth Day

 Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

Happy Mother Earth Day, ShapeShifter Lovers! 

Yep, definitely a day to LOVE Mother Earth in the Peak. Everyone celebrates, gives thanks, and most importantly, listens to the Mother. What does She need? What does She want and desire? What are her messages to those living and thriving upon her lands?

Meet Silver Bullet. He stars in a flash scene I’m currently writing. Bullet is part of the Silver Wolf Pack. They are wolf-god shifters, the grandchildren of the Thor. He’s the younger brother of Thunderbolt, owner-founder of The Bohemian Thunder Club.  Located inside the Interspecies Pleasure Club, this a fine dining establishment for women, for their enjoyment–given the men serving them are incredibly sexy, and mostly naked. Yes, Silver Bullet works with his brother at the Bohemian Thunder Club, and also moonlights as a bodyguard when needed. 

This is Silver Angel, cousin of Bullet and Thunderbolt. Seeking refuge, the freedom to be herself, and a better life, she has arrived in Wolf Peak Territory. 

In her animal shifter form, basking in the crescent moon’s golden glow, Gypsy Red Wolf, communes with the night, with the sacred celestial energies. Powerfully psychic, one of Wolf Peak’s original founders, she leads the Peak’s Circle of Witches. 


Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, 

Savanna Kougar

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

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