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May 17, 2019

Writing that politically correct Erotic Romance Novel? by Savanna Kougar

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

Hey, Microsoft can help YOU with their latest AI tool. 

SNARK! SEND IN THE ATTACK WEREWOLVES! 

Hey, ShapeShifter Lovers, I finally have some time to post. Lucky for you, huh? Okay, that’s a big ole tongue in cheek.

So, let me tell you I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO GLAD I never used Word to pen anything at all.  Nothing! None of my romance novels. 

Yes, this ole fuddy-duddy author still uses Wordperfect 12 [and I bought my own CD]. Why? It’s easy. It’s logical. And, Wordperfect 12 program makes sense to me. 

From the beginning I never liked Microsoft Word. Why use a program you don’t like, given, when needed, I can simply copy my manuscript to Word ’97, or any other Word program? 

And now, to deal with the endless frustration of a writing program telling me what to write, interrupting me — yep, this will happen eventually, even if they tell you now it’s ONLY a tool choice. 

Well… no thank you. That’s a BIG NO THANK YOU. I don’t want that program tool. Especially since you will be monitored in live time … you know, like they currently do in China. 

Anything and everything a person does using their cyber devices in China is known in live time — and that person can be, and often is, immediately punished for having a low social credit score. NO BANKING FOR YOU… NO TRAIN TICKET … NO AIRPLANE TICKET … KICKED OUT OF YOUR APARTMENT EVEN IF YOU’RE PAYING FAITHFULLY… 

But hey, even if you can override Microsoft’s suggested changes for your novel … what happens somewhere down the BIG BROTHER 1984 timeline … if your manuscript is deemed NOT politically correct, then you get no publisher … you don’t get to publish anywhere, in fact — not even on a website you supposedly own, and pay for. 

Know this, it will not matter how successful you are — how successful your novel is/could be — or how good you are at raking in the cashola as an author. The PC culture demands complete obedience to their will — you now, shades of the old Soviet Union.  

Besides, these days, any content can be scrubbed from the Internet of Things — cyber book-burning happens everyday now. Websites, blogs, social media accounts are falling like dominoes. 

So maybe, your precious novel would be on the dark web. But who wants to deal with the dark web? I don’t. I’m not cyber-savvy enough. 

The truth for me is, I want Microsoft and the other giant tech companies broken up, their tyrannical cartels ended. Heck, by now, these global-corporate monsters WHO WANT TO DICTATE what kind of fictional stories you can and cannot write, what type of romance you can and cannot write .. hell, they must have broken every antitrust law. At least, according to many law experts. 

And no, the Silicon Valley tech giants are NOT private companies. All of these companies were started by DARPA-INTEL AGENCIES, with their black monies, essentially with your taxpayer dollars. YES, MICROSOFT [a subsidiary of IBM, friend to the Nazi regime] … YES, FACEBOOK, GOOGLE, TWITTER… ARE OWNED BY *WE THE PEOPLE*. 

If you look at it this way, you as a romance writer are paying for someone else, a big-brother type, to tell YOU how and what you are allowed to write. In the near future. 

How is this allowed in America? 

Microsoft launches new ‘inclusive’ AI tool that will recommend ways to make your writing more politically correct

  • ‘Ideas in Word’ uses machine learning to make suggestions in Word documents
  • The tool suggests when users could use more inclusive language in their writing
  • Also offers suggestions on conciseness and punctuation, among other things

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-7011963/Microsoft-launches-AI-tool-recommend-ways-make-writing-politically-correct.html

Yes, Mothers Are Beloved In Wolf Peak Territory… 

Yes, ShapeShifter Lovers, Mother’s Day Has Come and Gone For 2019… however, it’s always GOOD to celebrate mothers … here are some pics from Wolf Peak Territory. 

Okay, Wolves First… 

Mom’s always need a good snooze… 

Nothing more beautiful than a mare and her foal … 

Baby Horse Love… 

Unicorn moms and their springtime babies abound in the Peak…. 

Who can resist this pair of lovelies… 

Aw, mom, another bath? 

Proud Mama Cougar … how huggable are these little cuties? 

Cheetah Adorables … Mama Cheetah loves living in the Peak. 

Wouldn’t you like to tumble and play with this little bear guy … careful! Only if Mom approves. 

Happy Mother’s Day to the Bear Shifter Moms … yep, the epitome of tough and tender… 

Buffalo shapeshifter moms are the best… 

Doe and her fawn, shifters, of course … Mom and Dawn own a survival shop in Moonrise Lake, the small town in Wolf Peak Territory… 

Another herd of donkey shapeshifters has moved to the Peak… 

Did you know Pandas have a lot of canine genetics …originally, they were gene-created as pets and protectors for a royal line of people who migrated to Earth very long ago. 

Yes, Zebra shapeshifters roam the prairies inside the Peak … to hide them Peakites designed a breeding ranch for Zebras… 

Dolphin shifters love visiting Wolf Peak, especially all the shops inside the Interspecies Pleasure Club — there is a waterway from the ocean through a series of caves… 

Yes, there’s a Swan Lake in the Peak… 

There’s a Hippo Lake, as well… what a big mouth cutie… 

Who wouldn’t LOVE this small tank of a baby…? 

Vacationing in the Arctic, one of the Peak’s Polar Bear moms, and first cub…  

The Tiger shifter twins adore Momma Tigress… 

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May 6, 2019

Cats For Cinco de Mayo by Savanna Kougar

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

NO, IT’S CATS FOR CINCO DE MEOW… THAT’S MEOW!!! 


Belated CINCO DE MAYO … er CINCO DE MEOW, shapeshifter lovers. 

So, the feline shifters of Wolf Peak Territory have yowling-complained about the wolf shifters often dominating my previous posts. Yes, loud and demanding YOWLS in my poor little human ears. No, I cannot blame them. Thus, when the kitties took over, insisting on reparations for cats… well, okay. 

Now, I should tell you the Peak Kitties could care care less about any sort of political correctness. I get the paw-slap if I dare remind them…in fact, many also smirk, twitch a mean tail, then glare and sneer at the very idea that they could be ‘stealing’ the identity of another culture. 

Yeah, don’t get mad at me, shapeshifter lovers… I attempted an explanation… but Kitties do what they want, especially in Wolf Peak Territory. 

THE GOOD, THE BAD, THE UGLY… THEN THE BEAUTIFUL AT ONE OF THE CINCO DE MEOW CELEBRATIONS. 
ONE OF THE TIGER ROARS A WELCOME TO ALL THOSE ARRIVING FOR  ‘CINCO DE MEOW’ PARTY…  
 
 
MUCHO ENTERTAINMENT WITH SINGING GUITARS AND WILD, BEAUTIFUL DANCING… 
 
IN HONOR OF PANCHO VILLA, REVOLUTIONARY, WHO SAID
My sole ambition is to rid Mexico of the class that has oppressed her and given the people a chance to know what real liberty means. And if I could bring that about today by giving up my life, I would do it gladly.
BLACK CAT HOMBRE…I’M HERE TO DANCE WITH THE LOVELY SENORITAS … LINE UP, BEAUTIFUL PUSSYCATS… 
NOTHING LIKE THE PURR-FECT MARGUERITA ON CINCO DE MEOW DAY. 
VAMOOSE MUCHACHOS, NO ONE BETTER DARE SWING YOUR Estúpido STICK AT OUR PINATA…  
GOTTA HAVE ONE GRINGO COOL CAT ON SCENE 
 
THE ADORABLE NIECE OF WHITE CAT SHAPESHIFTER, KITTY… SHE HAS ARRIVED FOR THE CINCO DE MEOW CELEBRATION … KITTY IS THE MATE OF DANTE, ALPHA WOLF LEADER OF WOLF PEAK TERRITORY… 
COME, JOIN THE ‘CINCO DE MEOW’ CAT PARTY, IF YOU DARE…  

 

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April 16, 2019

Yeah, Bad Biker Bunny Is In the House by Savanna Kougar

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

Springtime howls and yowls, Shapeshifter Lovers. 

With Easter next Sunday, well, I thought I’d feature Bart, the Bad Biker Bunny. He’s a secondary character in my current WIP. Although, Bart would hardly consider himself secondary — hell, not at all. As a member of the Wolf Peak Motorcycle Club, and a good buddy with the hero, Razor — yes, Mr. White Bunny Man rides on mission to save the Peak. Bart first appeared in a flash scene I wrote back in June 2011, so he’s lived in the Peak for a longtime now. 

Here’s the current chapter first, then the original flash scene… 

From my current WIP, tentatively titled: “Year of the Razorback Biker” … this is an ‘unedited’ action scene starring my hero, Razor, the razorback boar shifter, and starring his two motorcycle buddies, Stephanos and Bart … they are part of Wolf Peak’s Motorcycle Club. 


Chapter Eleven 


Engine on full throttle, Razor roared inside the hidden tunnel through the rock-face hologram. Stephanos, the wolf-lion man, and Bart—who was known as the Bad Bunny Biker in Wolf Peak—followed in his wake. 


The subterranean passage was a fully operational relic, built during the times when planet Earth served as an intergalactic port. Huge in dimension, the arched tunnel had been constructed by an ET civilization before the time of Atlantis. 


Yeah, sized for giants, to Razor’s eye the interior looked like brass with an overlay of illuminated glass. More interesting, the metallic-composite sides of the tunnel reverberated with the thunderous sound of their Harleys. This always alerted the patriot network, those stationed as watchmen. 


Already, Dante’s cyber team had received a few coded messages about suspicious sightings. The vids showed odd work crews, all of the people Chinese or Asian in appearance. Their espionage equipment had been all too obvious.  


Within seven hour’s time, they’d delivered the Paul Revere message, and gathered valuable on-the-ground intel from their network. While riding inside the tunnel, the sky-spy platforms, the satellite surveillance had been no problem. 


However, Vivanko, the last freedom leader on their list, lived with his herd clan near a national forest—one of the least inhabited regions in Montana. 


“Our elk shifter buddy just mind contacted,” Stephanos shouted. “Vivanko had to change location. He’s meeting us at the hidden springs.” 


“Got it,” Razor called back. 


They sped toward the nearest camouflaged exit point in the worldwide tunnel system. Similar underground passages snaked from Romania to distant destinations, including Egypt, as Razor had discovered when on another delivery mission for Dante. 


“Invisibility field activated.” Bart hollered in his infamous baritone. 


“Activated,” he and Stephanos chorused. 

Slowing to a crawl, the three of them emerged in deep forest and onto a steep winding road. Immediately, they switched on snow vaporizors, super beams that converted the thick white covering to crystalline vapor. 


Cruising at a moderate speed, they rode between fifteen foot walls of solid rock. In the early morning light one side remained shadowed, while the other glistened. 


Zapped by sudden foreknowledge, Razor boomed, “Battle weapons at the ready.” He slung his plasma cannon into firing position, cradling the large barrel in the crook of his arm. 


“Gettin’ the same bad vibes,” Stephanos hollered. “Armed, deadly, and ready.” 


“On auto pilot. Watchin’ our rear,” Bart shouted. “Something nasty spooky in the air, fellas.” 


Mere moments later, Razor audibly heard Khryssa’s voice in his ear. “Approaching fast, nine soldiers riding on rocket-type craft. Can’t see their faces. Will psi-unmask. Hold on.” 


“Nine potential enemy. Collision course,” Razor hollered to Bart and Stephanos. “More info coming.” He sent his own psi-awareness ahead to investigate. 


“Black-ops super soldiers. They are traitors,” Khryssa reported in his ear. 


Razor withdrew his psi-observation at her words. On patrol, or looking for us? he asked himself. 


“Nine black-ops traitors ahead,” Razor quietly spoke into his helmet’s com unit, informing Bart and Stephanos. “Stun and mind wipe ’em.” 


“You’re on their radar. They’ve penetrated your cloaking field,” Khryssa urgently warned. “They’re speeding up. Drawing weapons.” 


“We’ve been detected. But run silent,” Razor com-spoke to Bart and Stephanos. 


“Firefight,” Bart com-responded. “I’m ready to wipe the road with their butts.” 


“Ready to blast and mind-blast ’em,” Stephanos com-growled.  


“Destroy, if necessary,” Razor commanded. 


Again, he cast his psi-sight over the enemy. Ready to kill, they carried mini-missile launchers and accelerated their anti-grav, rocket-propelled craft. 


“Head hunters comin’ for us.” Razor described what he’d observed to Stephanos and Bart. 


“Yep. Bet they’re huntin’ us freedom lovers,” Stephanos barked. 


“I’m taking down the last three varmints,” Bart snarled like only he could through his com unit. 


“Middle three.” Stephanos spoke in his wolf-lion snarl. 


“That leaves me to roast the first three,” Razor rumbled in his snarl. “Here we go, road warriors. Drop shields. Blast their asses at will.” 


The narrow mountain road took a twist not far ahead. Given his truffle-sensitive nose, the stench of the nine super soldiers hit Razor’s nostrils, even as the low whine of their rocket flyers owned his ears. 


Riding three abreast, he, Bart, and Stephanos gunned their engines, racing their designed-for-battle mortocycles. It wasn’t their first firefight together. 


“Enemy drones spotted, laser equipped,” Khryssa spoke to Razor’s ear only. “Dante’s flight team is intercepting. You are also shielded from satellite weapons.”  


Thanks, babe. 


“Take it to them, Porker,” she fiercely added. 


Gotta love my Khryssa’s fighting spirit. 


“Enemy laser drones are being intercepted,” Razor com-reported to Stephanos and Bart. “Let it rip and roar, boys.” 


They thunder-boomed around the bend. Weapons aimed, black-garbed soldiers streaked toward them. Yeah, at dang rocket speed. 


Before they could deploy their missiles, faster on the trigger, Razor unloaded his monster cannon. Boom! Boom! Boom! Plasma flashed like lightning through the air squarely striking the three lead combatants


Paralyzed, they flew backward, and in a domino affect, the soldiers collided into their following comrades. Airborne, the six lost the aim of their weapons as their rocket craft haphazardly flew between the natural rock walls.  


Swiftly, the remaining enemy righted their anti-grav craft, leaping astride. At roaring speed, Razor, Stephanos, and Bart charged. The black-clad traitors fired their deadly missiles, even as Stephanos discharged his cannon weapon. 


Boom! Boom! Boom! Streaming plasma demolished the incoming mini missiles, then struck this second group of super soldiers. But, with less force than a direct strike. 


Thrown off the rocket craft their ruthless foes scrambled searching for the launcher weapons. Razor beamed their brains with his sidearm before they could take aim. He watched them collapse, unconscious. 

Bart shot his plasma wad. Boom! Boom! Boom! He disintegrated three softly whistling missiles. Like wind-driven mist they disappeared, harmless. His strikes upended the advanced rocket craft as well, stopping their flight. 


Razor thumb-switched his weapon to mind wipe as he watched Stephanos plasma-blast the last three soldiers again. He grounded them. Their arms and legs flailed, and within moments, their brains went dark. Yeah, they didn’t move. 


Sliding their Hawgs to a halt, within mere feet of their enemies, Razor, Bart, and Stephanos leaped onto the partly snowy road, given their vaporizors hadn’t been fully efficient. 


Rapidly, as if they’d tossed their brains into a washing machine, they mind-cleaned the nine super soldiers. This, despite the blocking helmets they wore. 


“Nothing like the super-duper gadgets Dante keeps roundin’ up for us,” Bart wise-cracked. “Yep, and havin’ our genius inventors make.” 


The man-sized white rabbit smirked, then blew on the end of his plasma cannon, as if it smoked. He preferred his rabbit humanoid form to his pure man form.  


“You ain’t lyin’.” Stephanos clapped Bart on the back once the three of them had dragged the limp ops team to the side of the road. “Those are some bad ass black leathers you’re sporting, bunny bro. Gotta know where you got ’em.” 


“Carrot juice whiskey on the rocks, and I’ll spill.” Bart toothy grinned. 


“I’ll buy a round,” Razor joined in. “Those leathers are bad ass. And I want one of them Kaiser spiked helmets.” He tapped the helmet’s hard shell. 


“Sure, Boss Hawg. Ya want one of those bronze boars wearing a Kaiser helmet, too?” 


“Already got one of those. A family heirloom. But thanks for the offer, bunny biker man.” 


From the corner of his eye, Razor saw Stephanos twist, turn an ear. “I hear Vivanco’s road-warrior machines.” He strode toward the elk shifter and his crew. The rumbling sound of their arrival echoed off the rock.

“You got the schematics of these rockateer  rides, right?” Bart asked, as he pushed one to the side.  

“Yep,” Razor patted the tiny cam device on his leather jacket, “all scanned and recorded. Our engineers are gonna have a feast with this advanced stuff.” 

Once he and Bart finished shoving the anti-grav crafts to the side of the road, they headed for Stephanos and Vivanco. The two were deep in conversation. 

“All clear,” Khryssa spoke to Razor’s ear. “Enemy contained. For now.” 

Thank you, babe. Get some sleep. You’ve lost shuteye watching over me. 

“Quite a battle performance, Big Bad Boar. I admit I’m impressed. Stay safe.” 

The vibes of Khryssa’s weariness engulfed him, and Razor psi-felt her disconnect. Damn if he didn’t glow inside like a love-struck fool from her words of praise. 

TOO CUTE, HUH? 

The following FLASH SCENE has been revised, Part of a series, it was originally written on June 14, 2011, and was featured on the ShapeShifter Seductions blog, which I departed from due to irreconcilable differences. 


White Fang and Bart, the bad biker bunny star in this scene. A yuppie type has upset some of the local werewolf gals by poo-pooing their existence. They intend to make believers out of him.


White Fang Khent bio: White Fang, Ace Crime Reporter 


The Super Wolf, who keeps his identity a well-guarded secret, has arrived in Talbot’s Peak, Montana on a mission. The hideaway town has been taken over by a werewolf pack. Their out-of-the-den bravado endangers not only their lives, but the entire shapeshifter world on Earth. Determined to keep his own wolfkind safe and undiscovered, White Fang realizes he must stay to protect the townsfolk from the ruthless enemies they are clueless about. However, he soon discovers he’s stepped into a real life version of As the Werewolf World Turns. 


Was a Reporter for the Guts and Butts Gazette, White Fang Khent – byline 


Currently, White Fang Owns and Runs the Moonrise Daily Tribune


He’s a Syxxrion Shifter 


Note: these days in Wolf Peak Territory White Fang’s true identity is no longer a well-guarded secret. 

Nude Super Dude to the Rescue 


White Fang loped up the steep rocky ground, feeling the power of his wolfen body. The lunar eclipse energies fired his blood, and as he ran, he let his thoughts wander. 


These days his thoughts rarely strayed far from Pasha. Yet, discipline took over, and White Fang tuned into the source energies around him. Nature always spoke. Scents on the wind. The rustling of the other creatures. Trees singing to one another. The vibrations of the Mother herself. 


White Fang gathered it all in. 


He’d been careful to remain out of Zhere Ghan’s territory so he could race wild and free. Still, the night wind faintly carried the potent tang of the Tiger Yakuza. 


Once White Fang reached the top of the ridge, he slowed, weaving through a long patch of large sharp rocks. The sweet hot scent of a rabbit blasted inside his nostrils. With his hunting instinct aroused, and his curiosity as well, White Fang trotted in that direction. 


Indolently stretched out on a boulder, Bad Biker Bunny, or Bart as he was known around Talbot Peak, regarded him. Unconcerned that he stuck out like a sore thumb to any predator in the area, he soaked in the moon’s rays, his white coat gleaming brightly. 


We got trouble, he telepathed without preamble. 


Yeah? White Fang sniffed as he padded toward the white rabbit, satisfying his wolfen hunger for the moment. 


Spitting-into-the-wind bastard is about to be werewolf cuisine. With a confident twitch of his ears, Bart morphed to his human form. He grinned carelessly. “Delectable, ain’t I?”


White Fang gave a vigorous shake, then shifted to human. “Not now,” he answered. “What’s the scoop?” 


“The MF pissed off Veronica and her gal pals at the movie theater a couple of hours ago. Heard he guffawed all the way through “Twilight.” They’re stalking him now. The puffed-up shithead is enjoin’ the lunar eclipse at the clearing closest to town. Oh yeah, he invited any real werewolves to join him.” 


Despite the obvious save-the-day emergency, White Fang shook his head in disgust. As a plan formed, he asked, “How about playing the hero?” 


“Bad Bunny to the rescue. Sure. What do you have in mind, Alien Wolfman?” 


White Fang mind-sent his plan, and when Bart gave a curt nod, he took several steps back. “Nude Super Dude to the rescue,” he quipped. “Yeah, no cape to step on this time.” 


With a quick grin, White Fang increased his frequency. His feet lifted from the forest floor. “You will keep my secret?” he dead-panned his expression for his own amusement, and to watch the rabbit shifter’s reaction. 


For a split second Bart’s eyes bulged in surprise. But only for a split second. “No problem, nude super dude. Got a few secrets of my own.” 


Spinning upward, above the treetops, White Fang flashed toward the clearing. Before his mind’s eye, he watched Veronica and her three gal pals surround the now terrified human. 


The brainless wonder brandished his night-vision glasses and his camcorder at the snarling circle of werewolves. With snapping fangs, they took turns darting at him, then retreating. 


His screams for help might as well have been spitting into the wind for all the good it did him. With hideous growls, the bitch werewolves tightened their circle. Relishing the fear of their prey, they menaced him, their eyes glowing blood-red. 


Intent on tormenting her kill, Veronica snaked her neck. As her fangs sliced through his jeans, and scraped his flesh, Mr. Pain-in-the-ass threw his camcorder at her head. It bounced off like a rubber ball. 


One of the other werewolves snatched it out of the air, crunched it once, then tossed it aside. Screaming his lungs out, the human pounded his night-vision glasses on Veronica’s head as she mouthed his calf. 


Having waited for this very moment, White Fang dived downward. Wrapping his arm around the paralyzed, about-to-pass-out human, he streaked upward. Seconds later, White Fang landed on the backwoods trail Bart had ridden down on his way to the boulder. 


Sure enough, the Biker waited. Partly concealed by a large tree trunk, he sat astride his Harley. 


Swinging him around, White Fang gripped the yuppie dude’s shoulders and gave a good shake. “You all right, mister? That was a close call.” 


His glassy eyes circled as he attempted to focus. “Wha… what? Who are you?” 


While he waited for recognition to dawn, White Fang steadied the pee-and-feces stinky human. “We met at O’Malley’s bar. Remember?” 


“O’Malley? Who the hell is that?” Slumping forward, the shocked-out-of-his-mind yuppie  grabbed hold of White Fang’s forearms. 


“The werewolf bar. You came in for a beer. Riled some folks.”


“Yeah, I remember now. Get your shit hands off me.”


White Fang let go, and had the satisfaction of watching the idiot human stumble backward. He managed to stay standing, his sudden fury the reason.


“What was that shit? Payback by you and some of your friends dressed up like werewolves? I’m calling the cops.” 


“Hey, you don’t look so good, mister.” White Fang stepped forward, offering his hand.  Now covered in fur, his hand changed into a paw. “Need some help getting back to town?” 


Absolutely frozen, his jaw hanging, yuppie dude stared. “It’s a trick, right,” he garbled out. 


“A friendly piece of advice, mister.” White Fang let his wolf coat emerge. “You better have that leg looked at. If the skin is broken you could be infected. You know, on the next full moon, a good quality steel cage –“


With a hoarse shriek, Mr. Yuppie whirled around. Not surprisingly, his feet tangled, and he nearly fell to his knees. Catching himself, he scrambled forward pumping his legs like uneven pistons. As he tried to get traction on the dirt trail, White Fang shifted to full wolf. 


Lunging, White Fang sank his fangs into butt meat, and left large bruises before he let go. At the same moment, Bart roared into view. 


“Jump on back!’ Bart hollered, and slid to a stop. 


Smiling wickedly to himself, White Fang gave chase. 

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UH-OH! IS THE EASTER BUNNY IN TROUBLE? 

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Kisses, Savanna Kougar

March 17, 2019

St. Paddy’s Day In Wolf Peak Territory by Savanna Kougar

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION.

Top of the Morning, ShapeShifter Lovers, and Happy St. Paddy’s Day! 

Enjoy the magickal walk through Wolf Peak Territory As Winter Transitions Into Spring. 

The Celtic Old Way Lives In the Peak

“AN IRISH BLESSING” FROM ALL WHO LIVE IN THE PEAK

One of the Druid Priestesses In the Peak Honoring the Ancient Magick of Mother Nature With Her Pets 

Dante, the Alpha Wolf Shifter Leader of the Peak … He Embraces His Highland Roots 

Razor, a Razorback Boar Shapeshifter, Always Competes In The Highland Games

Celtic Stag Shapeshifter, Descendant of the Antediluvian Gods Who Settled In Ireland … He Teaches the Lost Knowledge To Those Who Desire Such Awareness 

Stephanos, a Wolf-Lion Hybrid Shifter, Is the Chief Mechanic For the Wolf Peak Motorcycle Club, and Best Buds With Razor

Celtic Wisdom Priestess … She Leads the Various Spiritual Communities In the Peak, Encouraging Both Unification and Individual Spirituality

Tartarian Castle Embraced By Creation’s Rainbow … There Are Those In the Peak Who Are Studying and Resurrecting The Amazing Building Technology of Tartary and Their Energy Grid 

One of the Many Fairy Beauties … They Are Creating Their Own Fae Landia Within Wolf Peak Territory … All Are Invited To Share In This Flora and Fauna Fantasy-Like Realm 

A Remembrance Painting of an Ancient Celtic Lifetime

The Celtic Warrioresses of the Peak Celebrate Their Heritage 

Springtime’s Bear Shapeshifter Cub From Last Year … Isn’t He Just Too Adorable? 

Mr. Beautiful Horse Shifter Springing Into Spring … Again a Pic From Last Year

Akita Shapeshifter Greeting Springtime … Yes, a Pic From Last Year 

The Cheetah Shifter Clan … Mom and Baby … The Cheetahs Hold Racing Contests At This Time of Year 

The Cougaress Shifter With Green St. Paddy’s Day Eyes

An Irish Elf Woman Who Has Arrived In the Peak To Visit Khryssa, the Half-Elven Half-Human Woman That Razor Is Boar-Wild In Love With. He Is Currently Wooing Khryssa Despite Her Reluctance 

A Little Too Much Libation At One of the Peak’s St. Paddy’s Day Pub Parties 

Shaman Wolf Playing the Fiddle For Mother Nature

Riding the Irish Wolf In the Peak’s Fae Landia 

This Shar-Pei Pup Is One of Many Shapeshifter Breeds Populating Wolf Peak Territory … Yes, Too Cute For Words … the Photo Taken Last Spring 

Fantasy Fairy Art Is Very Popular In Wolf Peak

This Dragon Shapeshifter Is a Rock Star … He’s a Singer With a Band Playing At One of the Nightclubs In the Interspecies Pleasure Club

Just Cannot Resist Showing This Little Dragon Guy Again .. He’s Been Featured Before

Oh, Those Wee Folk Always Tempting a Beautiful Maiden … But She Knows Better Than To Believe His Blarney 

It Wouldn’t Be Wolf Peak Without a Unicorn Pegasus Flying About 

Unicorn Dancing In Fae Landia … Truth Is, I Just Adore This Fantasy Art Pic

The Celtic Dragon Cross With Real Dragon Attached … Many Were Beloved Pets In the Early Celtic Times 

When Life Was Good In the Ancient of Ancient Times … These Times Are Being Recreated In Wolf Peak 

One of the Peak’s Beautiful Unicorns Gathering Star Energies During the Aurora Borealis 

Archeress and Her  Dragon Protector In the Peak’s Fae Landia 

Have a Sparkly and Happy St. Patrick’s Day … Love From All Those In Wolf Peak Territory

Authoress Note: I am busy working on a WIP tentatively titled: Beauty and the Biker Beast. This is a Valentine ShapeShifter Erotic Romance. Also, both of my submissions for the Bad Boy Antho were rejected. I had planned to quickly Indie publish them. However, time does not allow for that to happen. I’m kinda in publishing limbo once again. ~darn it sighs~ 

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February 15, 2019

How About A Unicorn For Valentine’s Day By Savanna Kougar

How About A Unicorn For Valentine’s Day? 

That Was One of the Themed Celebrations At the Interspecies Pleasure Club In Wolf Peak Territory This Year 

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION.

Belated HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY, shapeshifter lovers. 

I hope you had one of the best ever. Given, I discovered a trove of fantasy art images by Sue Dawe, one of my favorite artists ever, I spent part of the day entertaining myself by downloading them. Back in the day, I would buy file folders that featured her art when the new ones came out for ‘back to school’ days. Most of the pictures I remembered, and love. They’re packed away somewhere in all of my stuff. And yes, many of those fantasy images are featured today. 

ALL LOVE TO YOU AND YOURS! 

Every Unicorn, Every Unicorn Shapeshifter Was Invited and Cherished 

Pegasus and Unicorn In Love, the Magic of Living In Wolf Peak Territory 

The Unicorn Shapeshifter Castle Hidden In the Nearby Mountain Range 

Unicorn Dance At the Replica Stonehenge In Wolf Peak

Unicorn Paradise, There’s a Secret Portal In Wolf Peak 

Unicorn Shifter Mates Dance Beneath the Crescent Moon 

Valentine’s Day Dance Performance by the Rose Unicorn

The Dragons and Dragon Shapeshifters Say HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY 

BELATED *HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY* FROM ALL IN WOLF PEAK TERRITORY

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February 13, 2019

Year of the Razorback Biker by Savanna Kougar

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION.

*Lunar Year of the Boar* howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.  

So, I decided to try writing what was/is supposed to be a Valentine ShapeShifter Erotic Romance–hopefully, a short story, which is set in my fictional shapeshifter world of Wolf Peak Territory. My hero is a Razorback Boar shifter in honor of the new lunar year.  Here’s an unedited snippet. 

Working Title: 

Year of the Razorback Biker 

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. 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 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 damn singing Siren. 

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. Big damn time.  

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February 2, 2019

Beyond the Super Blood Wolf Moon Eclipse by Savanna Kougar

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION.
February howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 
I had intended to blog just before the Super Blood Wolf Moon Eclipse, but life had other ideas. Given it was too overcast on my tame prairie to see the eclipse, I watched several good live streams online. My apologies for the heresy, the lunacy that my next words will inspire in some.
However, come on, there is obviously activity on the moon’s surface. That all those supposed craters are just craters. Naw. The moon is occupied by who, what??? Well, that is the trillion dollar question, isn’t it.
Anyway, what are the cosmic opportunities? of this major celestial event. AWAKENING is the overall theme. If you want to rule your own life, if you value freedom and truth, then ALL IS BEING REVEALED … that is, EXPOSING that which the darkside would keep hidden from humanity —  to clarify further, their despicable cabal-type centuries of brutal rule.
The real truth about how our world has operated is being revealed. Now that will accelerate to superspeed.
While this is esoteric territory for many, my previous statement … on a down to Earth level, corruption from the lowest town to the highest government officials will be pouring out like fiery lava into full public view. Because of this Aquarian-era EXPOSURE, the big bad guys/gals on our planet WILL ATTEMPT to make it appear as if the innocent are guilty of their own horror-deeds. This is a common tactic of sociopaths/psychopaths — accuse others of what your are nefariously doing.
On the paranormal/supernatural side, UFOs will light up the skies as never before in recent history/herstory, that is … and public disclosure will continue drip-drip along. At the same time, there will be more ET and human contact happening.
On the individual homefront, new and better ways of living will be revealed to those who are aware enough to rise above past brainwashing/propaganda. Big Pharma will begin the long downfall into complete destruction. Natural healing methodologies will become more and more popular.
LOVE … the emergence of  heart love has been the dominant force in our evolving spirituality. Now there will be a joining of LOVE FORCES from the sexual to Christ love. We are on the Divine path to BECOMING WHOLE LOVING BEINGS.
Love To All From the Star Wolfess of Wolf Peak Territory 
Celebrating the Wolf Moon Eclipse
Notes: I am continuing to write on a couple of Wolf Peak Territory WIPS, the latest is Valentine Day-themed. I keep hoping I’ll get to the point of publishing again.
Also, perhaps life will let me blog for the 2019 Chinese Year of the Boar or Pig.
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January 10, 2019

The Lure of ShapeShifter Erotic Romance~Guest Blogging by Savanna Kougar

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION.

Blogging howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

How’s the NEW YEAR treating you? 

Tomorrow, January 11, I’m blogging on  *the wonderful* romance author Delilah Devlin’s blog ~https://www.delilahdevlin.com~ The title: The Lure of ShapeShifter Erotic Romance. 

Yowls, it took me forever to write that post. Why? I’m not certain. However, my thoughts refused to form themselves into the written language. Finally, however, it worked after I got darn cat-scratching mad. I believe the blog turned out pretty good. Bur that’s up to anyone who reads it. 

Anyway, I also wrote a whole section that I did not use because it was essentially off topic a bit, and would have made the post too long. I’m thinking of posting it here. We’ll see. Of course, this section could be somewhat controversial to some. 

So *knock on wood* I am writing, and so far, it’s going GOOD. My heroine and hero, Karyssa and Zeth, are on their first date at a small cozy Italian restaurant in Moonrise Lake, the small town in Wolf Peak Territory, Montana. 

Here’s an unedited *background* snippet, which is very dating-tame… 

Zeth cut the engine, stepping into the icy cold he liked, especially as reindeer. He strode to the passenger side, handing Karyssa out. The frozen expression on her face as she met his gaze disturbed him. She’d slipped inside her blue-blood, ‘correct behavior’ shell. 

Given most of the snow had been cleared, he lightly gripped Karyssa’s elbow, walking her the short distance to the front entrance. 

The smells of rich, herbed Italian cuisine greeted them at the door. Eight other couples, as Zeth counted them, were seated in the intimate booths. Younger members of the extended, dog shapeshifter family served the couples one on one. 

The large family were Volpino, a canine breed from Italy. As Zeth understood it, they’d fled Italy during World War II, arriving in New York. 

Their ability to shift aided them greatly in establishing themselves in America. They’d gradually traveled westward, whenever threatened with exposure. 

After discovering the existence of Wolf Peak Territory, the very large family moved lock, stock, and barrel. They’d immediately purchased a small farm, raising chickens, growing herbs and produce—organic, of course. 

With their farm’s abundance, they’d opened the Fireside. The exclusive dining establishment served small parties during the evening hours only. 

“Ah, Zeth, my friend.” Marina smiled beckoning him toward the booth he’d reserved, next to the crackling hearth fire. 

Pine cones and fragrant pine boughs decorated the hearth’s mantle. Festively placed throughout, were potted Poinsettias. 

“Marina.” Zeth warmly grasped the matriarch’s hand. 

“A pleasure to meet you, Karyssa.” Marina offered her hand. 

“What a wonderfully cozy place.” Karyssa enthused, clasping her hand. “I’m looking forward to dinner.” 

“Wine?” Marina arched her brow, her eyes dancing. “I have a new Chianti I’d like you to try.” 

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January 2, 2019

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2019 From Wolf Peak Territory by Savanna Kougar

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

HAPPY NEW YEAR HOWLS AND YOWLS, SHAPESHIFTER LOVERS. 

All Those Living In Wolf Peak Territory, In the Small Town of Moonrise Lake, Wish You and Yours the Most Incredible and Wonderful Year Ever! Be Brave. Stand Tall. Use the New Powers That Will Be Yours.  

New Stars Will Show Up In the Heavens. For, the Celestial Beings Will Be Making Their Presence Known To Many More On Earth. The Time Has Come To Rise, and Live a Spiritually Powerful Life. The Shamans, the Priestesses, the Circle of Witches, the Angelic-Heritage Beings of Wolf Peak Will Be Leading Everyone In This Aquarian Knowledge. 

Yes, the White Wolves of the Peak, Once Again, Wish Your Pack the Happiest, Most Prosperous Year Ever. Their Pack Is Expanding. New Mates, and Several New Cubs. As One of the Most Powerful Wolf Packs, They Regularly Patrol the Borders As Part of the Guardian Team. 

Meet the Latest Hero, Zankorr Dquiv Vheth. He Is Half Lion, Half Cougar, and Stars In My ShapeShifter Seduction WIP, Currently Titled: Santa Studly, Trim My Christmas Tree 

What Makes Him Desire His Heroine More Than Life Itself? Due To An Emergency Situation, He Sees Solessa Singing a GIRLS NIGHT OUT Version of Santa Baby… 

“Santa studly, just slip satin sheets under the tree, for me. 

Been a very good girl, Santa studly, 

So slide down that chimney tonight.” 

White Wolfess Singing-Howling ‘Auld Lang Syne’, Then ‘What Are You Doing For New Years’ Eve’. In Her Woman Form, She Performs At the Midnight Stardust Supperclub. 

A Great Greeting Roar To the New Year At Midnight. 

All Creatures Big and Small — Everyone In Wolf Peak Is Valued and Cherished. 

This Stallion Shifter Is On a Beach Vacation With His Beloved Mate, a Human Woman Whose Ancestress Is the Celtic Goddess, Epona 

A Wolf Tug of War On New Year’s Day, One of Many Sporting Events

Yep,  a Copy of This Old Photo Is Displayed At Moonrise Livestock and Pet Center by Mary Lou, the Horse Shifter Owner

This Is Just An Adorable Animation Reminiscent of Wolf Peak Territory 

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December 25, 2018

Christmas Eve Comes To Wolf Peak Territory by Savanna Kougar

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

The Merriest of Howlidays, ShapeShifter Lovers! 

This year, Reindeer shapeshifters take center stage. The children adore them, of course. Zeth, who is one them, is the hero in my Christmas short story romance WIP. He’ll be giving sleigh rides to the always-enthusiastic children of Moonrise Lake. 

As a member the Guardian Team, Zeth will also be protecting everyone in Wolf Peak Territory this year. ‘Cause there’s a bad Santa hombre on the way with nine cloned reindeer, and a big bag of bio-plague designed to kill off the shifter population. 

FIRST, A PAUSE IN THE ACTION FOR MY TRADITIONAL *NAUGHTY*TAKE-OFF ON ‘THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS’ 

The Viking Santa Arrives In the Peak 
 
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through my home
Only I was stirring, to pen my romance tome.
My best black silk stockings were hung, ready to wear,
In hopes, my miracle Santa stud would soon be here.
 
The pets are nestled all snug in their places,
With visions of holiday treats making them run dream races.
Their mamma has just slipped into her red lace teddy,
And is settling her brains to continue writing her fantasy.
 
When out on the lawn I hear such a loud clatter,
I spring up from my desk to see what is the matter.
Away to the window I trot in my boa-trimmed slippers
To take a peek through the curtains. Oh no, is that drunk Mrs. Kippers?
 
The full moon shines on icy slush, instead of new-fallen snow
Giving a natural spotlight to celebrating Mrs. Kippers below.
Yet, what to my wondering gaze does appear?
But an old-fashioned sleigh, and eight majestic reindeer.
 
With a Viking driver, so handsomely tall and magnificent,
I knew in a moment I must be dreaming this whole event.
More rapid than jets, his stags flew the midnight sky untamed,
His long mane blew wild as he shouted, and called them by name!
 
“Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! soar on Donner and Blitzen!
Fly to the top of each roof! Above the city walls!
Now race higher and faster! And sail over all!”
 
As autumn leaves that before the approaching blizzard fly,
When they meet with a whirlwind and spiral to the sky.
So up to my rooftop, the brown and white stags they flew,
With a sleigh full of glittering gifts, and Viking Santa too.
 
And then, after a blinking of my eyes, I heard on the roof
The precise landing, then the pawing of each jingle-belled hoof.
As I drew in my dreaming head, and spun around,
Down my fake chimney the Viking arrived, with an impressive bound.
 
He was splendidly dressed in red and faux fur, down to his boots,
And his garments remained perfect, despite all the ashes and soot.
A bundle of shiny presents he had flung behind his back,
And he looked like a romantic hero as he dashingly opened his pack.
 
His darkening eyes, how they naughtily twinkled! And at his dimples I gawk!
His features are sternly carved, reminding me of a beautiful proud hawk!
His full sexy mouth slowly turns upwards, a knowing grin,
As I continue to stare like a vixen at his strong virile chin.
 
With a saunter he approaches, making me weak in the knees.
His searing gaze travels the length of my body. And I freeze.
Without a word his powerful arm captures my pliant waist.
Crushing the lace against my skin, he has me tightly embraced.
 
Oh, how stalwart he feels, his muscles like hot heated ropes
And I sigh, then softly pant as I give free rein to my hopes.
His half-lidded gaze takes in my face, then settles on my parted lips
While his palms slide in a caress and boldly seize my hips.
 
“Oh, Santa,” I softly exhale, before his mouth claims mine in a torrid kiss.
“Wear those black silk stockings,” he rasps. “I promise bliss
When I return from leaving presents beneath every sparkling tree.” 
After plundering my eager mouth with another kiss, he spins from me. 
 
I hear him spring to his sleigh, to his stags give a fierce long shout,
Then, from my window I watch them depart like a meteor flaming out. 
Still, I hear him exclaim, as he disappears from my sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to my gorgeous woman, leave on the light!”

The Reindeer Shifters Put On Quite the Magical Show For the Little Ones and Everyone With the Wondrous Spirit of a Child 

And the Children Shouted With Glee

It’s Good To Be a Reindeer Shapeshifter In Wolf Peak Territory Where You Are Beloved! 

The Many Santas Deliver Gifts Throughout the Peal 

A Popular Vintage Santa and Reindeer Poster In the Peak

This Is Another Popular Poster Currently Displayed Inside the Magical Forest Bakery 

Gathering Around the Golden Light Christmas Tree Are the Deer Shifters In Wolf Peak Territory … Their Friends of Every Type and Stripe Will Be Arriving Shortly 

Enjoying the Winter Wonderland of Wolf Peak Territory 

She’s Back This Year Topping One of the Forest’s Beautiful Holiday Trees

One of the Paintings Done By Aspiring Artists In Moonrise Lake 

Adorable Wolf Cubs Howling, Another One of the Entries in the Aspiring Artists Contest

Who Can Resist This Entry, of a White Wolf Cub Beneath the Christmas Tree 

The Ever Popular Wolf Christmas Bulb

Wolf Shifter Family Outing, Celebrating the Season

It’s All About Enjoying the Christmas Season With Shifter Friends And Celebrating the Birth of the Earth’s Messiah

Santa Claws Delivers Anywhere and Everywhere In Wolf Peak Territory

A Portrait of Santa Loving the Shifter Children of Wolf Peak Territory…What Could Be Better? ~ This Was Featured Last Christmas 

The Portrait Image Was Used In This Lovely Presentation This Year

A Young Warrior Santa Arises

Christmas Fairy Painting, the Two Fairy Ladies Are Real, However 

Winter Wonderland Repose … Dante, the Alpha Wolf Leader, In the White Light of Christmas

Santa Claus and His Reindeer Enjoy Their Touring Visit To Wolf Peak Territory

This Shaman Stag Is Recuperating From Playing Santa Hoof Claus At the Magical Forest Bakery On Christmas Eve .. The Children Were Wonderful, But It Ain’t Easy… 

Merry Christmas To All … And To All a Goodnight

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