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July 24, 2015

Durk and Zeo, Crunch Time by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 8:19 pm
Leo Sun howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Yep, once again: *Continued from last week, a short flash scene ’cause that’s all I can manage.* … To Quote: “Our Talbot’s Peak saga continues. The bad guys have made pests of themselves, and are harassing our beloved mayor, Gil. Well, they just might be real sorry after Operation Crunch.”

Finally … Operation Crunch, It’s a Go!


Durk and Zeo, Crunch Time

“Smells like Blade Runner — our own alien Bugs Bunny — scared the piss out of those revenuer agents,” Durk yelled to Zeo. The wind ripped away his words, but Durk knew his motorcycle buddy heard him. They were a team on the roads and the highway that led out of Talbot’s Peak.

“What a stink!” Zeo roared above the wind, even as he roared his speed racer, zooming toward the UFO-stopped car. “What do those guys eat? Smells like they bellied up to a carcass with the buzzards.”

“Wahooooo! Look at them suits run.” Durk pumped his fist, yet didn’t come close to losing control of his cycle. “Almost faster than a speeding bullet.” He bent over the handle bars anticipating the crunching-destruction he and Zeo were about wreak with the deadly power of their fangs.

“Run, ugly rabbits, run!” Zeo celebrated. For a split second, he glanced at Durk, a feral grin on his face.

“Hell, don’t let Blade Runner hear you,” Durk shouted. “He’s an effing master with that ET sword of his.”

“Run, a-holes, run.” Zeo hit the throttle accelerating to what they called hyper-zoom.

Once they neared the abandoned car, Durk in concert with his best bud, Zeo … together they drastically cut their speed, then slid to a cooler than cool stop. Now only a few feet away from the doubled over, belly-laughing, life-size Bugs Bunny in a silver space suit, Durk removed his helmet without removing his gaze, as he knew Zeo did also.

“Hey, doc, what’s up?” Zeo wise-ass cracked, even as he threw a leg over over his bike, and dismounted.

The two of them sauntered toward Blade Runner, who remained bent over. His long bunny ears shook like the tails of bitch in heat as he continued chuckling. A surprise to Durk, the strange snort like sounds didn’t squeak.

“Operation crunch.” Blade Runner shot upward, his expression warrior-intense. “Go to it, boys. Dante asked me to remind you to spare the engine. We want those scumbag in suits to get the heck outta TP territory.”

“Sure thing.” Durk tore off his leather jacket, then slung it toward his speed racer. Not caring where it landed, he then yanked off his boots, and shucked his black leather pants. As he peeled off his white muscle shirt, his shift to wolf began. “Swear on the full moon,” he growled in his wolf-gravel voice, “I can’t wait to get my chompers around those fenders and do some real serious damage.”

“The roof is mine,” Zeo snarled around his emerging sabertooth fangs.


“Operation Crunch is a go,” Kitty whispered and leaned toward her super-tech monitor. Her blood ran on the wild side, and she held her breath waiting the few minutes it took for Durk and Zeo to morph.

Unballing her clenched hands, Kitty cast a quick glance at her office door to make certain it was locked. “On with the show.”

Huge hulking wolf and musclebound sabertooth tiger, otherwise known as Durk and Zeo … they leaped in tandem toward the hapless car. In a frenzied nightmarish attack, Durk’s snapping, jerking jaws, and Zeo’s monstrous plunging fangs … together they worked as a perfect team, mangling the once pristine sedan.

About five minutes later, all four fenders sported tooth holes and were crumpled  beyond recognition, as was the bumper, which now hung twisted, and at an odd angle. The roof and trunk, under assault by Zeo’s weight and gargantuan fangs, were now decorated by large, moonscape dents, and gnarly gashes that crisscrossed every which way.

“Now that’s primitive art,” Kitty murmured. She smiled.


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance


July 16, 2015

Operation UFOS Are Real By Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 2:49 am

Hot summer howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

*Continued from last week, a short flash scene ’cause that’s all I can manage.* … To Quote from last week: “Our Talbot’s Peak saga continues. The bad guys have made pests of themselves, and are harassing our beloved mayor, Gil. Well, they just might be real sorry after Operation Crunch.”

But first, Blade Runner, ET rabbit shapeshifter, has his ornery-alien way with the bad guys.


Operation UFOS Are Real

Blade Runner performed a low aerial circle above the ambush spot. The highway sharply curved limiting visibility for the driver. Stands of tall trees on both sides all but guaranteed no human prying eyes. Except for the odd hiker, and who would believe their alien-rabbit story?

Blade Runner had already shut down cell phone service to this immediate area. No vids allowed.

“X marks the spot.” he amused himself with the Earth saying. After recording the area, he repeatedly beamed the images to the two satellites surveilling this section of road — thus masking *Operation UFOS Are Real*.

“Targets estimated to be one mile away.” Kitty’s sweet yet purrfectly serious voice  came over his com system, as if she stood beside him.

“In position. And ready,” Blade Runner reported, keeping his tone professional. Cosmic-holy patch of carrots, never mess with a catwoman on the hunt, no matter how fluffy and cuddly her exterior. That was one of the top rules in Talbot’s Peak territory, especially among the male shifters and supernaturals.

“Monitor is on and working,” Kitty informed. “I see the road as if I’m on scene.”

“Stay tuned for the space alien show. No ancient aliens involved,” Blade Runner quipped. “Descending now.”

Hovering just above the height of a car’s windshield, Blade Runner waited the few secs of time. Once the state officials’ black car appeared from the highway curve, he swooped toward them, blasting the expected white light — really a frequency that would temporarily kill any vehicle’s engine within a three mile radius. Except, of course, Durk and Zeo’s motorcycles.

Brakes locked, and tires screeching, the car slid enough so it partly blocked the road  — that is, before the engine froze. Blade Runner grinned and settled his disc craft in front of the state agents, not ten feet away. On his monitor — which penetrated their black-tinted windshield — he watched their eyes widen to saucer-size, and they were practically hugging each other, paralyzed by fear.

Blade Runner initiated the craft’s ramp, and with blaster in hand, he strolled downward, then walked the short distance to the driver’s window. “Greetings, earthlings.”

Waggling his rabbit ears, he continued, “Take me to your leader.”

Inside, the two men leaned backward as far as their seats allowed, and from the nasty smell of it they’d already released their bladders. “Take me to your leader. Or I will have to extract the information from your pathetic brains.”

Blade Runner aimed the blaster at the driver’s head. Both men made panicked mewling sounds, and hyperventilated so fast Blade Runner wondered if their lungs were about to burst.

With a touch of the trigger, he activated the car’s automatic windows, lowering them. “Brain extraction begin.” Blade Runner spoke in his sinister alien voice. He hardened his expression to *I’m a bad-ass Bunny*, and pointed the blaster at the driver’s forehead.

The man on the passenger’s side bolted first, nearly falling on his face as he scrambled out of the car like a space rat escaping a doomed ship. The driver followed on his heels, desperately crawling over the empty seat. Still on all fours he launched himself onto the baking asphalt, then nearly toppled his cohort in bureaucratic crime.

Finally gaining their feet in a cartoon-like fashion, the two state officials raced toward a thick stand of trees, quickly disappearing from view. Star-hole hell, humans could tail-high run when it came down to saving their thin hides.

Busting out in laughter, Blade Runner doubled over. He only straightened when he heard the machine-roar approach of Durk and Zeo on what some called their crotch rockets.


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance


July 9, 2015

Operation Crunch, It’s a Go! by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 1:47 am
Summer reading in Talbot’s Peak…

Summer howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Our Talbot’s Peak saga continues. The bad guys have made pests of themselves, and are harassing our beloved mayor, Gil. Well, they just might be real sorry after Operation Crunch.


Operation Crunch, It’s a Go!

Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as Gil opened his bottom desk drawer. Holy Peanuts! This was the third time this week that two state officials had demanded a meeting with him. They’d all but goon-rushed him this time, and were just now leaving the mayor’s mansion.

On top of that slick-bark tree, when he’d explained his constituents believed in taking care of themselves, and their neighbors… that there’d been a referendum against accepting state aid… then, when he’d told them about the case he’d presented against fracking because the local farmers and ranchers were being adversely affected… the two slick-willies in suits had threatened him with a contrived indictment for a crime he’d obviously never committed.

Gil sucked in a breath, and willing himself to remain calm, he picked up the  receiver. The old landline phone was untraceable and hardened against digital surveillance. Most important, it was a direct line to the library, and Kitty.

“You okay, Gil?” she immediately asked. “My spy-tracker team said those two state guys looked like they could chew nails.”

“Yeah, okay. I might be under indictment, though.”

“For what?!” Kitty burst out.

“No clue. That wasn’t specified…not exactly.” Visions of an intimidating chamber with a jury that had already been prepped to condemn him played in Gil’s head.

“No worries,” Kitty assured after a moment. “Dante will handle anything they legally throw at you. Whatever case they file can be wiped out of existence on their computers.”

“Any paperwork can be conveniently not received,” Gil added.

“That’s the idea,” Kitty encouraged, her tone bright.  “However, it’s definitely time for action…for a beastly message to be sent.”

“Message to be sent,” Gil repeated in a cautious voice. “What do you have in mind?”

“If you don’t know the plan, mayor, you won’t have to speak a falsehood.”

“Are werewolves involved?” Gil broke out into another sweat.

“I assure you no blood will be spilled. But think a Halloween prank gone wild.”

“Oh,” Gil paused, “you said no blood would be spilled.”


“No blood,” Kitty firmly assured, even as impatience clawed at her. “No physical harm…that is, unless they harm themselves. Sit tight, mayor,” she added. “I’ve got to hang up now. Time to go operational.”

“Operational,” Gil practically squeaked in what Kitty thought of as his squirrel voice.

“Goodbye, mayor.” Kitty placed the receiver in its cradle, and picked up her modified walkie talkie. To keep communications private, the frequency had been adjusted by Dante’s cyber team.

“It’s a go. Durk, Zeo, it’s a go. Tail them to the ambush point, and report. Wait for my final okay before Operation Crunch. Over and out.”

“Yes, ma’am,” two over-eager, male voices replied in unison.

In the background, Kitty heard the telltale growls of two lightweight motorcycles.
The nineteen year old shapeshifters — one a werewolf and the other a sabertooth tiger — affectionately called their customized rides, speed racers.

“The targets are in the car,” Durk, the werewolf, reported on his walkie talkie.

“They’re pulling out now. We’re on the case,” Zeo, the sabertooth, whispered in his tigery snarl.

The sound of their speed racers crackled over Kitty’s walkie talkie as they peeled out.

“Remember, any deviation in their route, let me know immediately. Over and out.” Kitty half-shouted.

“No problem. We got it,” Durk yelled over the roar of his motorcycle.

Kitty turned her attention to Blade Runner, the Peak’s own ET rabbit shapeshifter. He’d proven to be invaluable in many a battle to save Talbot’s Peak territory, including against epic fight against the mutant mammoth werewolf.

Sauntering closer to her desk, Blade Runner gave her a lazy wink, then his trademark grin.

“Ready for Operation Crunch?” she asked, appreciating the man’s suave *I’m cool* demeanor.

“Operation UFOS Are Real is about to commence.” The amusement in his voice couldn’t be missed, and Kitty could imagine Blade Runner’s rabbit ears twitching in their characteristic way whenever he shifted to man-rabbit humanoid, instead of his human form, as he was now.

“I will advise if the targets deviate from their route.” Kitty lifted the tiny round com device he’d given her.

“Later, Dante’s smitten kitten.” With a jaunty salute, Blade Runner spun around, heading for his small disc craft. Earlier, he’d landed the craft, fully cloaked of course, on top O’Malley’s Gin Joint. Under Dante’s direction — three years ago — the flat roof had been reinforced to hold the space ship’s weight when a leaking problem was repaired.


“Yeah, yeah. Got your carrot juice brew right here,” O’Malley greeted, shoving the tall stein toward Blade Runner.

“You’re quite sure you don’t want a complementary spin around the solar system?”  Blade Runner cocked a brow.

“Like the feel of good ole Earth beneath my paws, spaceman,” O’Malley grumped, then began wiping down the already clean bar. “Just make sure you put a big bad scare into those revenuer types.”

“Just for you.” Blade Runner tossed down a large swallow, then brew in hand he strode for the stairway that led to the roof.

Within minutes, he was inside, quaffing his carrot juice ale, and doing a system’s check. “All systems go. Firing up the jets…as the Earthers say.”

Blade Runner engaged the anti-grav, and ascended over the town. Who would have thought he’d actually enjoy being marooned on backwater planet Earth? And, even more surreal, have an alpha werewolf as a good and true friend. So universe-far, Dante always had his back, and never once threatened to put the predator’s bite on him.

But, as Blade Runner had come to understand, fate was stranger than fiction.

High in the blue Montana sky — above the usual flight path of the birds — Blade Runner touched the accelerate control. He zoomed toward the ambush spot he and Kitty had decided on.

With his disc ship on auto-pilot, he stepped back and stripped off his human attire, right down to his shiny silver skivvies. Really, one of his spacesuits.

“Eh, what’s up, doc?” he parodied, as he morphed into his version of Bugs Bunny.  After tucking a helmet under his arm, Blade Runner gave his tail a good shake.

If those moron clowns in lawyer suits didn’t believe in UFOS, or an alien rabbit… Blade Runner smirked… they just might change their ignorant tune after he finished with their arses. Oops, he thought, nope, he wasn’t doing the probe-abduct thing. Not again. Once was enough with that monster hunter idjit.


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance


July 3, 2015

His Amazon Warrioress… Meeting of the Alpha Minds At O’Malley’s Gin Joint by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 8:07 pm
Fireworks howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

When it rains trouble, it pours trouble on Talbot’s Peak. Mayor Gil has bought some time… but…

However, Delvezio couldn’t be happier. He figures all he has to do is prove himself to his Amazon warrioress… but yeah, always easier howled, then accomplished. Right?


His Amazon Warrioress

“Wolf,” Kazmyra spat at the tall, oddly-garbed shapeshifter. She hauled back on the reins, preparing to do battle. “If you value your life, you will not attack.”

Not two body’s lengths away, the man stood staring up at her — yet offered no sign he meant her harm. She had watched him leap from his strange metal wagon, then race toward her. No other from his gathering followed. Nor did any other of the shapeshifter inhabitants approach.

Never in all her days had she witnessed the signature energy forms of so many who could alter themselves to animal. Any moment, Kazmyra expected a charging vicious attack. Thus far, all she observed was curiosity carving the faces of those who watched her like a family of hawks.

The alpha man who continued devouring her with his gaze, did so from carnal desire, and from a ravenous wish to learn about her. That was in her favor in this peculiar land.

“Wolf,” he repeated. “Yes, I am man and wolf. My name is Delvezio.” He spoke in a broken version of her language, and while the sound of his voice was pleasing, his accent was utterly unfamiliar to her ear.

“I greet you in the name of all who live here.” The wolf human smiled, but not wide enough to bare his teeth.

“Here. What is this place? Where is this place?” Kazmyra soothed her nervous mare, stroking her neck. No doubt the unusual smells disturbed her.

‘You have been brought to the future.’

The witch entered her mind with ease, and Kazmyra started before she could control herself. She grabbed hold of her lance’s hilt, while scanning for the source of the supernatural voice. A woman with red-flowing hair similar in color to hers moved cautiously toward the wolf man, Delvezio.

‘The lightning from the dying beast opened a pathway to this time, this place,’ the witch explained. Her language couldn’t be determined. It was the pictures flooding Kazmyra’s head that caused her to understand, to realize she had been catapulted far, far away from her land. Her time on the MotherLand.

As the monster of uncertainty seized Kazmyra, she fought, dismissing her enemy, fear.

“This is Sapphyra, a friend.” The wolf embraced the witch’s shoulders to demonstrate his words.

“She understands me telepathically.” Again, the witch’s language remained a mystery as she spoke to Delvezio.

‘I am telling him I can speak to your mind.’ The woman, Sapphyra, sent waves of calmness, of a desire to help.

Able to sense deception despite any meek appearance, Kazmyra stated, “Tell Sapphyra I will accept her help. I am lost from my home land. Is there a place I might stay, where my battle skills will be useful?”


Delvezio repeated the Amazon’s words, then asked, “Sapphyra, can you get leave from the bank today?”

“I was practically shoved out the door when I said I could possibly communicate with our newest arrival.” Sapphyra gave a small, somewhat nervous laugh. “El Presidente said they’d survive without my managerial and psychic input.”

“The Bull Man would say that.” Delvezio shot what he hoped was a reassuring smile to the warrioress, who watched them with fierce, blue-jewel eyes. “She can stay at the ranch I’ve been renovating. First, why don’t you establish a relationship with her. Anything you think she needs I’ll pay for. I’ve got this unavoidable meeting with Mayor Gil —”

“No, you don’t,” Gil announced from somewhere behind Delvezio. “Since you evidently speak her…her language, I designate you in charge of making our latest arrival feel welcome.”

From the mouth of destiny to the mayor’s mouth… that’s how Delvezio saw it. Inside he rejoiced. Yeah-howls! A full effing river of happiness overtook him, body and soul.

“How do you know her language?” Sapphyra was asking, even as she kept a friendly eye contact with the warrioress, who encompassed them with her intent gaze.

“My parents,” Delvezio silently sent his thanks to them. “They researched, translated, and spoke ancient languages related to our heritage.”

“There is a place where you are welcome, and needed for defense,” Delvezio formally addressed, while his heart danced a tango. “You and your magnificent horse.”


Meeting of the Alpha Minds At O’Malley’s Gin Joint

Questions, like a hive of pissed off bees, buzzed in Delvezio’s head. Fresh  from the meeting with Mayor Gil, and the townsfolk, he and Dante strode side-by-side toward O’Malley’s Gin Joint, a venerable institution in the Peak – and a safe haven from the SkyNet surveillance now aimed at Talbot’s Peak territory.

To not give away their tech-advanced hand, their cyber team allowed a certain amount of spying, often subtly scrubbing the gathered info later. In this instance, the chessboard move had been deemed necessary, given the dire situation in Talbot’s Peak.

A block away from the gin joint, Dante gave the hand signal that their cyber shield had been activated – this, under the guise of his friendly wave to someone who hollered his name.

“What the hell just happened in there?” Delvezio growled only for Dante’s ears. “Besides protecting the mayor from those ready to call for a new election?”

“Yeah, had to put on a show to save Gil from a recall petition. We also had to act to save his were-squirrel butt from outside enemy forces.” As he spoke, Dante took hold of Kitty’s hand, bringing her close to his side.”After you left for town, Basque wolfman, our AI-assassin girl dug deeper and found a new threat, not only to the mayor, but to every living soul in TP territory.”

“A cat and mouse game directly from the evil empire.” Righteous anger colored Kitty’s outwardly calm voice.

“The whole fracking thing is a front for infiltration…for bad-guy occupation of our territory,” Delvezio muttered in a low growl. “Gil didn’t realize that, did he?”

“He thought after a meeting with Dante that he was making the right move by providing certain statistics to save our mountain water supply,” Kitty offered. “I didn’t realize how much the mayor was being pressured…blackmailed even. Threats were made against his children.”

“Gil didn’t want a midnight werewolf hunt, either,” Dante growly added. “So, he played the political game. Biding for time. Said he didn’t have time to contact me beforehand.”

“The mayor still doesn’t realize what we’re really facing, does he?” Delvezio mused.

“Howls to hell, right on, Basque wolfman. Our Witch’s Circle picked up on that fracking-op a few days ago, and warned me there was a real bad moon rising on the Peak. But we didn’t have a reference point, or a designated enemy. Shadows remained shadows whenever our witches and psychics sought answers. On top of that our cyber team was too busy discovering ways to stealthily eliminate any and all census data from the state’s computers, and from the NSA’s digital cloud.”

“Yeah, alpha-boss, I got it.” Delvezio shoved open the door to O’Malley’s for Dante and Kitty, then handed off to Vernon.

A sense of relief instantly flooded him. The older werewolf owner, Keirnan O’Malley, didn’t allow any type of e-device in his vintage-style gin joint, and had with Dante’s assistance, used key materials to insulate from wi-fi signals — plus other harmful EMFs. And the coup de grace, O’Malley had outfitted his basement conference room with further shielding superior to a Faraday cage.

Most of Dante’s Alpha Protection team waited in the conference room for a meeting of the minds. The temporary truce between Dante and his sire, Damien, still held, and once they entered, Delvezio scented the vicious werewolf, who had originally taken over Talbot’s Peak. His top pack members were present, and surrounded their alpha, arms folded, legs braced.

In the far corner, Zhere Ghan regally perched on an over-sized pillow. His contingent of ninjas ringed him. Of late the Tiger Yakuza leader had proven to be a true ally in defending the Peak. Delvezio figured it was because the tiger shifter possessed a healthy sense of self preservation, and wanted to keep his local empire.

White Fang gave Dante a quick wink, the signal that the situation was under control. The super wolf, and another one of his kind, Night Runner, would be acting as referees — for all intents and purposes, bad-ass bouncers. If needed.

Delvezio stationed himself near one of the exits, prepared to assist White Fang and Night Runner. And to speak should Dante give him the nod.

“Gentlemen, Ladies, I trust whatever food and drink you requested has been served,” Dante began, his alpha authority obvious behind a soft paw. Once the murmurs and nods ceased, he continued. “Let’s get this show on the road then. As some of you know, we face a military occupation of Talbot’s Peak territory. Let me say, all ideas and solutions will be entertained. However, I ask that you hear me and my Protection team out first.”


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance


June 26, 2015

Delvezio slid his car, a classic sports convertible he’d rebuilt… by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 9:39 pm

Happy Belated Summer Solstice howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Well, it seems not everyone in Talbot’s Peak is *overjoyed* with the idea of Mayor Gil’s census, even for a larger food supply. This is their side of the story… And! Yes, this flash scene is also a continuation of last week’s flash, Amazon Warrioress In Talbot’s Peak.

Btw, a warning: the copyright cartel in Hollywood is attempting to copyright everything not nailed down, and nailed down… D*sney, the mouse empire, wants to send you a bill even if you say their company name in a personal email. No, this isn’t a joke. This was just reported by Max Kaiser, a man in the know.

Delvezio slid his car, a classic sports convertible he’d rebuilt…

Determined to wolf-nip trouble in the bud or the butt, Delvezio slid his car, a classic sports convertible he’d rebuilt, into the parking spot closest to the Peak’s radio station. Not wanting to miss one word of Mayor Gil’s appeal to line up for a census, he touched the volume of his radio on high, then settled back, one arm slung across the back of his two-seater.

On instinct, Delvezio sniffed the wind. The green-blooming smells of summer buzzed pleasurably through him, and he cracked a quick smile. As well, his wolf salivated over the plateful of delicious food odors wafting from various restaurants. For moments, he gathered in the informative scents about his Peakite family, who was in town and their location.

Delvezio couldn’t help shaking his head at the current situation. Where the miscommunications had occurred, he and Dante couldn’t figure. He swiped his hand through his wind-tangled, longish hair.

Over a late dinner at the English Pub, he and Dante had banged their two brains together in an attempt to discover, to analyze what had gone wrong. Word from their mole in the mayoral mansion was that Gil believed Talbot’s Peak was short of food, and needed state aid.

Was new fatherhood somehow causing the mayor to be wrongly concerned about the amount of ‘eats’ available? Had he forgotten how to decode their emails? Yeah-snarls, coded because hackers ruled the cyber world, and the dark net was a convenient dumping ground for their hacking victories.

Yip-grrrs… obvious as original sin, no one in the outside world needed to know about the gargantuan, five years worth of food, medicines, and other necessities carefully catalogued and stored at the subterranean shelter, that was attached to the Pleasure Club complex.

As the man-wolf in charge of purchasing supplies for Dante’s enormous underground emergency shelter, Delvezio had kept the mayor in the loop, appraising him of their latest preparations, of how much food they’d stored, and now had access to — especially from Zance and Dontoya’s cattle-buffalo ranch… and TP’s own Digger, the gardening wolf shifter, and his rabbit shifter cohorts. In fact, all around town, in the public areas, folks had planted veggies and fruits that were free for the picking when ripe. And no pesticides allowed.

Delvezio impatiently tossed his head, and bared his teeth for an instant. Then he fine-tuned in the Tabs and Fuzzy show… not his humor bone to chew on, but he admired their early-morning dedication, and their willingness to let it ‘all hang out’.

As he kept his outer cool, his inner wolf snapped at the aggravation of having to handle this political snafu, instead of visiting the small, organic berry farm that was willing to sell whatever their regular customers didn’t buy. But they’d requested a face-to-face with him first.

Hell howls, for the last year, he and his team had busted their butts setting up an organic greenhouse supply chain throughout their Talbot’s Peak territory. They’d also traveled the state contracting with ranchers and farmers. And not to further growl about the local hunters who brought in their surplus meat for storage in the nearby, ice-cool cave his team had outfitted.

Delvezio knew he didn’t mean it…Gil was a good guy with a caring heart…but it almost felt like the mayor slapped him across the muzzle.

“Del…Delvie” the feminine, feline voice hailed. With an amused mumble-grumble under his breath, he watched the audacious teenager, Brenda Oldman, head toward him, her gait a slinky run.

“Brenda,” he co-opted the conversation first, “heard you had quite the serenade the other night.” Delvezio grinned wolf-large.

She sauntered closer, turning on her female charm. Every line of her body oozed with her budding sexuality, as did her smile. “Yeah, well…it was kinda flattering, if you know I mean. Course, Dad, had to make a big production out of it, chase them off by actually throwing shoes.” Brenda rolled her eyes.

“Dads are like that. Always protecting their daughters.” Delvezio gave her a paternal grin to remind Brenda, once again, that he had no carnal interest in her. However, he certainly appreciated her real enthusiasm as a regular volunteer who collected leftover food from the Pleasure Club’s restaurants, then distributed it to area families needing a helping paw — mostly to those who lived a good long trek from town. “I hope you’re planning an extra special day for your Dad.”

“Mom, I, and the brother, are treating him to one of McDuff’s Scottish meals. Dad’s got a thing for the Scot’s Best of Breed Pub, and the hearty fare there, as he calls it.” With a teenager’s patented dismissive shrug, Brenda added. “The scones and clotted cream are always good.”

“Nobody does it better than Duff McDuff when it comes kilt-wearin’ dining.” Delvezio rumbled a short laugh at his botched imitation of the Scottie dog warrior.

“The kilt-wearing scenery is hot.” Brenda naughtily smiled as she sidled closer.  She rested a hip on the side of his convertible. “You’ve never told me where you’re from, and I can’t place that yummy accent of yours.”

“The Basque Country in northern Spain.” Delvezio made a show of increasing the radio’s volume. When Brenda didn’t a chatter a followup, he glanced at her. “Do you need a lesson in geography?”

“Maybe,” she sing-sang while rocking her shoulders. “Awesomely explains why you remind me of a matador, but you don’t look exactly Spanish.”

“I hope that’s a compliment,” Delvezio bantered as he straightened from the radio.  He beamed a paternal smile at her.

“Sure is. But hey, handsome, why are you in town this early?”

“I’m meeting with the mayor after his radio debut with our infamous local celebrities, Tabs and Fuzzy.”

“Oh…wow. Okay. Gotta run some errands for Mom. See ya later.” With a dazzling, come-hither smile, Brenda spun around and hurried off.

“Teenage girls, especially cat shifters… gotta love ’em,” Delvezio growly muttered, then eased back against the leather seat. Unlike Dante, and many of the wolf alphas in the Peak, he’d never been a cat-tail chaser, preferring the company of lady canine shifters. Usually.

As he waited, Delvezio waved to many who passed by, including the bunny twins as he thought of them. Since arriving two years ago, he’d become friendly with many in town, especially those he did business with on behalf of Dante’s emergency shelter.

Hearing Gil’s intro, he laser-focused his attention.

“Mind if I join you?” Kitty’s quiet but intense voice cut through his thoughts instantly. Delvezio shot his gaze to her.

“Hop in, Dante’s girl. Sounds like our mayor is about to make his pitch.”

“You would think our protest-raid when Linc was mayor, that Gil would be smarter than this. Wonder what’s got his tightie-whities in a wad? Not enough nuts this time of year?” Kitty spoke as she slid into the seat next to him.

“Could be a case of mind control. Voice-to-skull tech is being used like there’s no tomorrow. Although, our cyber team didn’t find any conclusive evidence of an electronic attack on Gil.”

“The world is getting more wonky-insane everyday. Stress could be kicking the mayor in the pants, even though we’ve managed to keep a good quality of life here in the Peak. Still, dangle goodies in front of some, and they can’t resist what looks like a free handout.”

Delvezio heard Kitty sigh deeply a moment before Gil launched into his well-meant, heartfelt appeal to Peakites. How many would leap like a fish for the baited hook… Delvezio put the bite on his thoughts. If he couldn’t convince the mayor TP didn’t need state aid, and too many jumped aboard this train to certain hell… other peaceful measures would have to be taken.

“Brain-addled,” Kitty muttered in a low yowl, once Gil finished speaking.

“Has da mayor gone bonkers-wonkers? What bad movie am I watchin here?” Ralph the Bear stopped in his tracks, and aimed his gaze at Delvezio. “Who’s he tryin’ to kid here? I ain’t no puppet. Nobody from the government is pullin’ my strings, tellin’ me what I can eat like they’re doin’ in those human warehouse schools. Those poor kids ain’t got a chance. Their brains are gonna be mush.”

Delvezio could only nod in agreement. He couldn’t have spoken it better.

“That’s right,” Sozchy, the Love Wolfess, jumped in, her voice far more strident than when she was on the air with her ‘love advice’ radio show.  “What is the Mayor thinking? I like Gil, he’s been a good mayor. But he’s not thinking. Clearly not thinking,” she emphasized, her jaw tight. “Doesn’t he get the long-term game?” Sozchy balled her fists in anger. “First they lure us in with free food, then they’ll tell us we won’t be able to forage or hunt in our own forests for food. Not if we want more handouts. And they’ll be some who get hooked, and believe they can’t survive. That’s what they did to the Native Americans. They stole their land, and forced them to become dependent.”

“You gotta do something, Del.” Graystone, one of the ranchers who sold eggs and chickens to the Pleasure Club, stalked toward him, his face turning redder by the moment. Mostly human, with a wolf shifter grandfather, he’d settled in area, and now had a going concern, and a large family. “And I ain’t lettin’ my wife or children chomp down on any of that GMO Mon-Satan-O frankenfood they’ll be foisting off on us. And if anyone else has got a lick o’ sense, they won’t mess with that crap either. But there’s a group of fools at the post office celebrating like it’s… what was that Purple Rain song?”

“Celebrating like it’s 1999 by Prince, who isn’t Prince, but is,” Sozchy answered.

“I plan on meeting with the mayor soon as he returns to his office,” Delvezio addressed the growing crowd.

“They bring that pesticide-laden frankenfood here, and I’ll burn it to the ground.” Sharla brandished her designer bag. “On second thought, I’m getting my pitchfork and torch ready to run them out of town.”

Before his mind’s eye, Delvezio all too easily saw Sharla astride her black stallion shifter mate, Zoronado, flaming torch in hand. Everyone knew she was one feisty human, and didn’t back down.

“Hold on.” Delvezio raised his hand in a conciliatory manner. “Dante and I will be working behind the scenes to keep everything as it is, and keep the state out of our supernatural-morphing hair.”

“I say my mate is quite correct in this matter.” Zoronado appeared from somewhere, and claimed his Sharla’s waist. “It is wise to prepare now. We cannot allow such a travesty.”

“No, we can’t,” Delvezio firmly stated. “You’re right. Everyone prepare. In the meantime, let me talk with the mayor. Nip this in the butt.”

“Prepare for the worst, hope for the best.” Kitty softly spoke in the momentary silence.

“Recall petition!” Mary Lou shouted in a whinny, being a horse shifter. Even in her human form, she galloped toward them. “What’s the mayor doing? Even thinking about letting any state official in our town. If I have to, I’ll boycott the mayor and any business that goes along with this… hell’s bells, with any state law. I’ve had enough!”

“Good idea,” Kitty yelled to the ever-burgeoning crowd. “Who’s onboard with a recall petition? That is, if Gil continues on this ‘dangerous to us’ all path.”

“Besides,” Mary Lou sniffed loudly. “What about my business, TP’s Livestock Center? I’ll lose the business I need to keep going, folks. I’ve got hay and grain shipments coming in by the truckload. Enough for everyone. And everyone knows I keep my prices fair.”

Delvezio knew for a fact Mary Lou did keep her prices fair as possible. He, and one of his trusted team members, regularly worked with her to make certain all the area ranchers received the feed they needed for their livestock.

“Dang, if you’re not right on point, Mary Lou. I know I’ll lose business, and who knows how many of us small entrepreneurs will lose business, even have to go out of business.” Ben, a brown bear shifter, and an organic seed supplier to the local farmers, barreled through the crowd to pin Delvezio with his outraged gaze. “Many of us moved to the Peak for the good opportunities here, and the freedom to do business.”

“Here, here!” Stormy, a local rancher, and Dane, the puma shifter’s mate, hollered. We got a good thing going in this Talbot’s Peak community. We know how to regulate ourselves, and take care of our own. Why are we going to let anyone ruin that?”

“I’m for running anyone going along with this outta town. Like Sharla says. And I got the bikers to do it.” Stephanos, a wolf-lion hybrid, barking-roared loud enough to be heard above the crowd.

“Stephanos,” Kitty calmly addressed. “I’m with you. I’ll ride with you, if it comes to that. But, there’s no use in starting a civil war right here in our beloved Peak. I’m certain Dante has a plan to circumvent all of this. If need be.”

“Let me say this,” Delvezio calmly boomed his voice. “Most of you know Dante has a crack cyber team. Let’s just say, this team has stopped certain intrusions by the establishment, and the state already.”

Murmurs spiked and peaked around Delvezio as this info was absorbed.

The rapid clatter of hoofbeats startled them all. Delvezio leaped upward, standing on his car seat. What met his gaze simply astounded him, and he was damn well used to the unusual, to any number of paranormal events. His life had been nothing but such supernatural happenings. Since his birth.

A woman warrior, astride a horse the color of burnished gold, galloped in his direction. She reminded him of the legendary Amazon-tribe women, and was so breath-stealing in beauty, he gasped inward.

His heart clattered along with the sound of her horse’s hooves, as “Omygawd,” tidal-waved around him.

“Has she come to take on the mayor?” Ben, the bear baritone-shouted.

“I hope so,” chorused around Delvezio.




Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

June 18, 2015

Amazon Warrioress In Talbot’s Peak by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 2:55 am
Originally published at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS.

Mid-June howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Recently I saw a news story about ancient Amazon women… and that’s what partly inspired today’s flash scene. However, the scene will have to be continued next week, since once again I find myself under the weather.

HEADLINE-SNIPPET: “2500-Year-Old ‘Wonder Woman’ Found on Vase
Jun 5, 2015 by Rossella Lorenzi
A 2,500-year-old predecessor of DC Comics’ Wonder Woman super heroine has emerged on a vase painting kept at a small American museum.
Drawn on a white-ground pyxis (a lidded cylindrical box that was used for cosmetics, jewelry, or ointments) the image shows an Amazon on horseback in a battle against a Greek warrior.
Much like the fictional warrior princess of the Amazons, the horsewoman is twirling a lasso.”


Amazon Warrioress In Talbot’s Peak

Kazmyra tightened the reins on her battle mare, a signal to rear high. Mightily swinging her blade — half the length of her body — Kazmyra slashed through three of the monsters tentacle-arms in rapid succession. The giant beast with the face of squid and protruding teeth like daggers had been about to capture, then crush her.

High-pitched screams of rage pierced Kazmyra’s ears as she spun her mare away from the thirty-foot beast’s charge. The defensive sounds were meant to stun her into helplessness. But failed.

She was Amazon.

Circling her courageous mare, Kazmyra aimed her lance, and hurled it for one of the squid chimera’s hearts. The true strike caused the monster to writhe it’s serpentine yet bulky body in agony and fury.

Swiftly using her superior strength and reflexes, Kazmyra sliced through three more of the razor-clawed arms with her blade as the red-eyed beast attacked. She whipped her mare to one side, barely avoiding the knife-long teeth targeting her face.

Galloping the mare in a wide circle around the flailing monster, Kazmyra sheathed her blade, and gripped her trident-shaped weapon. The ugly color of a leaden, storm-green sky, the beast followed her movements, twisting into the appearance of a misshapen vessel.

Kazmyra positioned her arm, preparing to throw the dagger trident embed it in the most vulnerable spot on the murderous chimera. With an enormous hiss, and striking like a cobra, the squid monster sprang, a tower of slithering muscle.

For an instant in time, all Kazmyra saw was the evil brilliancy of its red eyes, the gargantuan beast’s intent to devour her whole — then, the intent to celebrate her death by regenerating its arms…by terrorizing the surrounding villages with ever more ferocious attacks — with more loss of life.

NO! Welled up inside Kazmyra like the force of a geyser triumphant over rock.

For, she and her Amazon sisters had arrived to  rescue the villagers from the monster’s torment. She could not fail in her warrioress task.

Sighting the soft spot of flesh between and just above the beast’s red glowing eyes, Kazmyra expertly flung her small, three-pronged weapon. As if all motion ceased, she watched the barbed prongs sink, then dig into the gelatinous gray tissue.

Again, hideous screams rent the air, and the vile odor of the dying monster moved around her like black oily clouds. Kazmyra backed her mare away swiftly, then reined her toward the arch of rain-cloud trees.

Bolts of lightning from the squid chimera crackled and streaked past her as she and her mare raced for the safety of the jungle. Close to breaching the arch of trees, suddenly a blast of white light enveloped Kazmyra. Her thoughts ceased as if she’d been beheaded.

The clattering sound her mare’s hooves running on a hard surface was the first sensation Kazmyra experienced as she regained consciousness. Seeing an unknown world with odd compact buildings, and strangely dressed people, she immediately pulled her mare to a halt in the center of a roadway, and scanned her surroundings.

Stunned, Kazmyra stared at bizarrely built wagons of several different types. They disgorged goose-like honks, seemingly aimed at her. As she realized no animals pulled them, alarm sparked through her.

Where in the Goddess’s sacred world was she?

Even though she had adventured throughout various lands, facing down the most horrendous of enemy soldiers, the most dangerous beasts the gods and goddesses had conjured in their floating vessels… yet, nothing! Nothing compared to what Kazmyra observed now.




Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

June 12, 2015

Bad Stud Behavior and a Knight’s Horse by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 2:53 pm
Originally published at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS.

Howls and Yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

So, I’ve been under the weather the last week, and am recovering now. But everything is on slow mode, as far as getting anything done. Which includes my flash scene for today, a riff off Pat’s flash from yesterday.


Bad Stud Behavior and a Knight’s Horse

Instinct demanded Kelila flatten herself against the brick building. Instead, her contrary nature kicked in, and she stilled, merely staring as the small herd of stallion shifters charged past her. “How can it sound like a stampede when they’re wearing running shoes?” she muttered under her breath, then briefly shook her head at it all.

With her curiosity engaged, Kelila watched the ‘racers’ skid to a rough stop in front of Rattigan’s. They shouldered each other in a battle to win first entry.

“Men are so stupid…sometimes,” she derisively whispered. Kelila felt her mouth sourly twist into more condemnation, especially as she observed other Peakites avoid the drunken idiots by crossing Main street. All the while, they daggered looks at the bad behaving studs.

“Louie’s likely getting out his cleaver,” a passerby commented. Kelila nodded in response, having heard Zance, her wolf-shifter employer, tell the story with his usual colorful gusto.

On a mission to pick up some specialty tea blends from Marissa, Kelila took a few steps toward Java Joe’s. She couldn’t help but see the neighing louts burst through the door of the bar and grill, while witnessing several potential customers turn away from Rattigan’s.

“I’d be getting out the cleaver too,” she commiserated, her blood starting to boil. “Or a big ole horse whip.”

After shaking her cranky, over-sixty-year-old head again, Kelila strode down the sidewalk, determined to get her list for the ranch accomplished.

“Men, studs, if they spent that much energy making the world a better place, we’d all be happier,” she groused. How many times had she had to intervene in similar situations, just to get the so-called menfolk back on track. Kelila rolled her eyes.

Cracking, rather odd sounds burst from Rattigan’s indicating a confrontation definitely took place. Likely, several camera phones were aimed on the action, and the results would be uploaded to Taltube.

She and Sherilyn could have a look-see later, just for a few giggles. They’d discovered Talbot’s Peak never lacked in humorous, sometimes knee-slapping vids.

About to enter Java Joe’s, her hand reaching for the door handle, Kelila heard a thunderous collision of bodies.

“Horse meat sells high in France, ya fleabags,” Louie belted out. Each word was a force of nature.

Whipping around, Kelila saw the horse shifters trying to stampede over each other in an effort to escape. Then, they staggered about, sobriety fighting for a chance as they knocked into each other, and any physical object in the way. One sustained a nasty hit to the noggin from the light pole. Another plowed his knee into the steel fender of a big-ass pickup.

“Ouch.” Kelila winced. Okay, she did own a tender heart, despite how often it had been bruised and battered.

Comical in one way, concerning in another, she watched the stupid studs stumbling-gain their feet fast enough as Louie brandished one mean, sun-glinting shiny cleaver. “I know werewolves,” he threatened, chasing one of the ‘racers’ who was now racing away like a Derby winner. “Horse meat is on their moonlight menu.”

“Only in the Peak,” Kelila murmured, and spun around. Her nose struck a solid wall of muscle.

Not just a solid wall, a damn, stone castle wall of muscle.

Shocked, she grabbed for her nose while starting to back up. Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, the man’s scent registered as deliciously fine.

“Hold on there, ma’am. Are you okay.” A mitt the size of Micky Mantle’s snagged her upper arm, steadying her.

Kelila held onto her nose. Somewhat cross-eyed, and too close, she couldn’t see the man’s face. Or anything, but his holy-wow torso.

“I must apologize. Looks like my chest got in your way,” the man with the golden but rough voice twanged.

Since her nose quit tingling, Kelila let go. Now her whole arm tingled from sexual awareness, and those tingles were speed-moving through her body . Holy hell! Not that any man — except some over-the-hill, need-a-caretaker, old geezer — would be interested in her.

Until her transformation — as Dontoya called it — to a younger self.

“No harm, no foul,” she finally uttered.

With a gentleness that surprised Kelila, even as she enjoyed it like all get out, the man drew her inside Java Joe’s. “No use blockin’ the doorway,” he drawled with a hint of amusement.

“No use,” she parroted, catching a glimpse of biceps that could have wrestled a bull into submission… biceps covered by an old-fashioned chamois shirt.

“Name is Duroy,” he offered, ushering her toward an empty table in the back corner of the bustling coffee shop.

Okay, a first name, and she certainly more than liked the way he was handling her. Oh hell yeah, he had the touch when it came to a woman.

But she still hadn’t seen his mug. As he was about seat her, her brain clicked on, and the single lightbulb blazed. “Duroy? Are you the new security expert Zance and Dontoya hired?”

“Yep,” he casually stated once she’d slipped into the chair he held out. “How do you know, ma’am?”

“I work at the ranch,” she answered, feeling almost giddy. “Supplies manager. Well, for the household.”

“On my way out to the ranch right now. Stopped in here for a refueling.”

Finally! Kelila watched as the hunk o’studly goodness settled himself opposite her on a chair that was a size too small for his massive frame.

Her breath whooshed inward, and burst out as pants she attempted to control. Craggy, handsome, noble, his features were a perfect representation of his shifter side — warhorse, the steeds of the knights.

“Forgive me for staring,” she managed, still trying to catch her breath. “But your face is like your breed. So is your hair.”

After sitting down, he’d swept his Stetson off revealing a thick, golden-dark mane that waved beautifully to his shoulders.

“Then you know I’m a horse shifter. I still don’t know your name.” He bared white, white teeth in a generous smile that also twinkled his coffee-dark, intense eyes.

“Kelila.” She offered her hand. “Nice to meet you.”

Instead of shaking it, Duroy courtly lifted her hand and pressed a soft kiss. Even though she wasn’t a young beauty, it sure felt good to be treated like a lady. Kelila sighed inside.

“I sure hope you don’t like racing from bar to bar with other horse shifters, guzzling down drinks…” The words tumbled out before she thought. Yeah, that’s what age did for you, a level of bluntness heretofore unacceptable in most social situations. Oh hell well.

A slow charming grin split his features. “Nope. Now if we’re racing from bar to bar, Miss Kelila, I’ll sure keep pace.”

“Funny,” she bantered. “Oh, here comes one of the Goose girls to take an order. But you were leaving, and I came in to pick up a special order for the ranch.” Kelila started to rise.

“Sit a spell, and tell me about the ranch. If you have the time.” Duroy leaned a bit toward her, his expression earnest. “Anything you want, I’m buying.”

What red-blooded woman could refuse? Kelila eased back into her chair, and gave him a girlish smile. “Be glad to fill you in, and I am hungry. It’s been a long day.”


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

May 29, 2015

…kick down the castles… By Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 6:44 pm
Originally published at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS.

Pic from ~northernstarart~

Rain, Rain howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Again, since my writing time is so limited these days, here’s another sneak peek from a raw, ‘unedited’ chapter of my SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS WIP — starring my winged horse heroine, Keina, and her more-than-human hero, Drev. Right now, they are enjoying Thanksgiving day together, and are dining in Drev’s ‘out of the way’ survival cabin home. … oh, and they’re learning more about each other.

End of Chapter-seven ~

“Dressing in my world often reminds me of the actors in your movies. They dress the part.”

Drev gave a nod, then asked, “No movies in your world?”

“No movies. We have entertainment venues and theatrical plays, which most often depict our history. Perhaps, it is because we have viewing crystals.”

“Viewing crystals?” Drev buttered a roll.

“They’re similar to those big TV screens, but are crystal. We can view any happening in the past, or any public event.” Keina paused, and after a flip of her hair, she added, “Including what you would call sports.”

“Wow.” Drev’s eyebrows shot for the sky. “Wowser.” An instant later he scowled, “Is it one way viewing, or like a two-way mirror?”

Keina leaned back tilting her head in thought. “Oh, I understand. You mean like the big-brother televisions here.” She grinned wickedly. Her inner horse shook her woman’s body in defiance — as if she shook dust off her coat.

“No,” Keina continued as a firestorm burst inside her, “we would know if that ever happened, given our psi abilities. Every one of us would morph, and go kick down the castles of whomever was involved.”

Chapter Twenty-eight ~ Drev Zander

“Good plan. I like that kicking down idea.” Drev splashed a bit more wine into his Keina’s glass. “I’ve often wondered what the outcome would be, if humankind suddenly awakened to their psi powers. If the shadow government could no longer hide their secrets. Their darkest sins.”

Drev watched his beautiful woman hesitate. Her expression changed to one of complete seriousness, and she gently tossed her mane of hair again. “Mind chaos, as we would describe it.”

“You can’t handle the truth.” Drev quietly spoke as his insides became fiercely turbulent. Realizing he’d taken their T-day celebration in a dark direction, he reversed course. “I apologize, sweetheart. This was supposed to be a joyous occasion. Only.”

His women silently regarded him for a moment or two. “It can’t be helped, stud man. There is a black cloud of evil over Earth…right now.” She sighed, deep and long. “I know you have a circle of witches at Dante’s underground castle. I’ve seen their good energies at work…in the ethers. That is, whenever I fly in that area of the sky.”

“Yes, our gathering of good witches…for a few years now, they’ve arrived. We also have several remote viewers.” Drev slid his foot out of his loafer, tenderly covering her little foot. “On the cyber-tech side, we’re recruiting the best and brightest — as they say — inside the para-shifter world, and as fast as possible.”

“I will help in any way in your defense.” The earnest, determined expression in his Keina’s gaze zoomed straight to Drev’s heart. “Invisibility and flight are very useful at times.”

“Yes.” Drev just had to grin, somewhat tickled by the warrioress face his filly girl now wore. “Very useful against enemies of the Peak,” he emphasized on a solemn note. Already envisioning battle scenarios, as he’d been trained to do when in the military, he added, “Dante, his inner circle…all of us are doing are damn best to cover all the bases. Not easy in these times.”

“We would make a good team, I believe.” The fearless gleam in his woman’s eye convinced Drev.

“We would.” He offered his hand, embracing hers when Keina clasped hands with him. He placed several soft kisses in the center of her palm.

As he released her hand, she leaned, stretching over the table to stroke her fingertips along his jaw. “I love the feel of you, Drev.”

“Softer than a lover’s eye,” he sang in a raspy whisper, as she moved back from him. Hell, he felt as though he stood on a mountain top, lit up by the brilliance of the sun. But on the inside.

“That is so poetic, my Drev.” Beaming at him, Keina gave an excited little shimmy.

“I can’t claim those poetic words, sweetheart. But you inspired my memory. It’s a lyric from John Denver’s song, Rocky Mountain High.”

“You have a poetic soul. And a good memory. You will have to introduce me to this musician.”

“Sad to say, Keina, he died long ago…passed on to the immortal realms after his plane failed and crashed.” To counter another downer, Drev slid his chair back and stood. “I have a surprise.”

“Really?” Keina bounced a bit in her chair, her gaze radiant with anticipation.

“No fair using your psi power, either. To find out,” Drev bantered, even as he whipped around toward the fridge.

“My mind is a blank,” she primly promised. “Besides, you’d feel it if I scanned your thoughts.”

Striding quickly, Drev opened the fridge door retrieving the bowl of apple walnut salad he’d made while Keina showered. The recipe was another one of his mother’s favorites, and a Thanksgiving day standard when he was growing up.

“I smell cut apples,” she trilled as he approached.

“It’s the apple pie,” Drev teased.

“No, I smell grapes, celery, cream, honey…and what do you call it? Mayonnaise?”

“Evidently you can’t fool a filly’s nose.” Drev removed one of the empty dishes, set it on the nearest counter, then placed the bowl of creamy salad on the table.

“I’ll put some on your plate, Drev.” She eagerly spoke, already plunging in a large spoon.

Amused by Keina, Drev laughed before seating himself again. She’d rapidly spooned a heaping helping for him, and was piling the salad on her plate.


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

May 20, 2015

Finding His Sex Pet by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 11:02 pm

Quickening howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Gosh time is passing like a speeding bullet. So, here’s the next flash scene from my space fantasy WIP that was featured on April 7, and was titled: His Sex Pet
To repeat as an intro…
This idea for an erotic romance sprang at me one night during that twilight time before sleep. Anyway, here’s a rough-draft opening to my space fantasy story, starring Sabrah and Commander Droz. Their story could easily be connected to Talbot’s Peak since Dante’s Interspecies Pleasure Club is known throughout the galaxy.


Finding His Sex Pet

Curbing his raw impatience, and silently cursing the enlarged, throbbing state of his cock, Commander Droz strode through the pavilion’s open-air entrance. Resplendent in outward appearance, the slave-commerce structure resembled a potentate’s harem quarters – many which were still on the surface of the planetworld, Ovvabia. Although, in current times, the palatial buildings were entertainment centers featuring the artistic talents of women.

Droz’s long quick stride carried him to the red ecstasy room, one of the center cubicles in the humanoid female section. Wispy trails of an exotic incense, meant to heighten carnal need, caused his nose to twitch. He snarled under his breath as his breeding shaft lengthened again.

The very instant he’d been in communication range, Droz had contacted the infamous sex slave vendor, arranging for details and images of the available women. Hoping against hope that the first female he’d chosen would suit him, he paused to briefly perform a standard greeting to the spindly, gray-green skinned negotiator.

Returning the gesture, the man immediately motioned for Droz to enter. Already the woman’s sweet-musk fragrance tormented, and to his mind, begged for the plunder of his cock.

Desperate for relief, Droz entered the chamber, an over-lavish affair, and forced himself to halt. Even as his inner, mating-crazed panther leaped, he rooted his boot-clad feet to the slick stone floor, staring.  He drank in the sexually beautiful picture before him.

Now carnal torture took over. Supine and wrist-bound on a bed of soft large pillows, the female did not look up.  He knew it was because she refused to acknowledge his presence.  As Droz understood it, she’d been unwillingly sold by her family to pay a debt.

The soul-lost fools, he contemptuously thought. Yet, if she took his cock well enough, the female would have a good home with him.

Attired in semi-transparent swathes of silky cloth, her generous curves, her small circle of a waist more than pleased his eye. As the images had depicted accurately, her fiery red tresses flowed around her reminding him of the gentle ebb and flow of sea waves.

A perfect contrast for the bright flaming color of her hair, her creamy, gold-flecked skin was also sensually pleasing, and far more lovely than the holo-images had been able to recreate. It mattered not that the female wasn’t a shifter breed. In truth, Droz prefered his sex pet to remain naked flesh.

Thus, he could stroke and fondle her at will.

Her eyes, he wanted to see her eyes — the color, the expression within their depths. Droz unrooted his feet and slowly approached. When her gaze still refused his, he bent at the waist, and lightly touched beneath her chin.

With insistence, yet keeping his handling of her gentle, Droz raised her face to his.  His heart instantly jumped, as if he’d been startled as cat, and sprang upward  to escape an enemy.  In his homeworld jungles, enemies to his kind were numerous and brutally fierce.

Her face, the unique loveliness, hypnotized him. Then her eyes captured him. Defiant, yet resigned to her fate, she gazed at him full on.

Droz couldn’t help but notice the deep well of sadness within the female’s eyes. At the same time, the two aquamarine glistening pools entranced him with their beauty.

Using one of his para-abilities, Droz searched her soul. The woman was a rich tapestry of experience. Wherever she’d come from — her homeworld had not been divulged — her life had not been simple nor protected.

Even as he studied her, her scent altered, becoming more deliciously complex. Her gaze flared, then blazed splendidly with sudden anger.

Droz let the corners of his mouth tilt upward in a smile. “Spirit is to be prized in a sex pet.” He spoke in a language he’d been informed she understood.

“Sex pet,” she spat at him. “I am no one’s pet.”

“You are now, my pretty one.” After a split second pause, he added, “Unless the fit of my cock cannot be accomplished.”

She blanched white, the flames in her eyes swiftly lessening.

Without another word, or another thought, Droz gripped her shoulders hauling her upward. Every inch of him turned stone hard with sheer, ferocious lust at the feel of her. Momentarily, the shiver and shake of her bountiful breasts transfixed him.

He trapped the back of her neck with one hand, and in one motion bent her over  the smooth granite stand to be used for acts of sex. Hardly aware of his actions, Droz swept away the silken fabric so her ass was bared to him.

In a breeding haze, he loosed his cock, never removing his gaze from her pale gorgeous rump. He inserted one finger testing her wetness. Good, the female liked his handling of her whether she admitted it or not.
Droz plunged his crown inside her ripe red sex.


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance


May 13, 2015

The Rogue Stray Cat Struts His Stuff by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 11:55 pm

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 gaze 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 Talbot’s 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.” 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.


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance


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