ShapeShifter Kisses

January 26, 2023

Tigress Bright Soul Rising, the Battle by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 8:03 pm


She who adores tigers…


FAREWELL TIGRESS and TIGER Howls, Yowls, Growls and ‘No Scowls or Big Scowls’ ShapeShifter Lovers!  

Okay, yes, the Year of the Water Rabbit is here, fast-hopping us into the wild tumultous future– one that will be the carrot and the stick. But Bugs Bunny wins.

HOWEVER, on a personal note i’m a big lover of tiger stripes. Yep, ever since I was a wee one…absolutely,I’m always buying tiger fabrics. Also, some of my beloved dogs in the past were brindles with the most gorgeous tiger-type stripes patterns ever. Good gawd, I love my dogs, miss them terribly and wish they were still here…wish, wish, wish… 

So, the Year of the Tiger has ended…yet, the ferocious tigressrs and tigers of Wolf Peak continue their relentless retaliation, their secret ruthless operations against the enemies of humanity– and, of course, against the enemies of ALL Beings– roars! savage claws and fangs against the dangerous enemies of Mother Earth.


Wolf Peak Territory is home to TIGRESS and TIGER Shapeshifters of all types and stripes … to tiger Supernaturals of every imaginable and unimaginable kind … to tiger Extraterrestrials, Interdimensionals, Those from Inner Worlds … and home to several ancient, powerful TIGER goddesses and gods, and their descendants.

HOWEVER… to be OBVIOUSLY redundant and inclusive…

BEWARE and TAKE CARE! Wolf Peak Territory is home to Shapeshifters of all types and stripes … to Supernaturals of every imaginable and unimaginable kind … to Extraterrestrials, Interdimensionals, Those from Inner Worlds … and home to several ancient, powerful goddesses and gods, and their descendants.

NOTE: This fictional shapeshifter/supernatural world, and all the characters within this world, are under copyright to author Savanna Kougar.

Her tiger companion while in Atlantis has stepped out of the time matrix. He brings great joy to Kymbra and won over Dangerous, her super hero cowboy.

An invaluable member of the Tiger Claw team, he stalks the ethers searching out enemies. He is a master of paranormal terror. The world stage belongs to him.

Tigress bright soul rising, the battle to save freedoom for ALL.

After their mission to rescue teenagers from fentynil overdoses, she rests with her tiger shapeshifter mate in their flower forest bower. He alwatys protects her.

Two fierce warrioresses fly to victory invisible in the mystical lavender light they are able manifest.

Powerful shamans, they move inside the cosmic winds, able to rapidly travel, thus conquering the foes of liberty– overcoming those who would destroy Wolf Peak Territory.

 Atop a mountain, Tigress woman and her courageous shapeshifter mate, are part of the Watcher team. They are on the lookout for constant marauding armies of drones.

An extraterrestrial from a tiger-ruied world, a freedom lover, she originally migrated to Wolf Peak. She loves nothing more than shredding enemies [nto itsy bitsy pieces, especially the darkside cabal’s secret army of giants.

 A tigress shifter witch, her seeress visions are revered, considered priceless. Those who hate freedom– those who would deny freedom to any PEAKITE, are her targets.

The enchantment of LIFE, LIBERTY, AND THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS for every Tiger Being– FOR ALL in the Universe.

 This Tigress humanoid has found her happiness in Wolf Peak. She ferociously enjoys confronting packs of soy boys…roaring giggles at them and kick-boxing their weapons to the clouds above. She owns the martial arts.

 Swooping to the attack, this winged white tigeress protects the Peak with the Aerial Guardian team. She is uncompromisingly savage yet also very loving.

 On the attack…

Soaring with a fae friend over the magnificence of Wolf Peak Territory– ever on alert for enemies.

 The Saber-tooth Tigress Goddess-Warrior… Insufferably dumb, her considered assessment of the World Economic Forum sinister idjits. 

Her freedom growl…Death to the NWO! DEATH TO THE WEF! ln a loving way, of course,h_727,q_75,strp/winged_white_tiger_cub_by_lady_cybercat.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJpc3MiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwic3ViIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsImF1ZCI6WyJ1cm46c2VydmljZTppbWFnZS5vcGVyYXRpb25zIl0sIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiIvZi9mYjM1MGRkNC00YTBhLTQ4MGEtYWRiNy01NmI3ZTk1MGQ4ZjgvZG1yMTl1LWMzYTFlOTQwLTVlYzQtNDcwNS05YzI3LWVkY2VlMDkwYTY1ZS5qcGciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9NTc5IiwiaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD03MjcifV1dfQ.P53ALXDpRVrVneAXATibf_YfYjgf01GO8VBASSHW5oI

 Baby Tigress Winged Warrioress at play…

 Tiger sanctuary amid the cathedral mountains where Tartaria still exists. Missions to save humanity are being planned here.

A humanoid tiger from a realm beneath India and inside INNER EARTH, he is a Master of MARTIAL ARTS. Stealth is one of his weapons. He leads covert operations crushing the Dark Ones, especially those who harm our children.

 Entering the Stargate, she walks many celestial worlds learning a thousand new ways to protect Wolf Peak and Earth.

 Spiritual reverence, loving Mother Earth, the Tiger Twins are companions to many in need. No one is allowed to go without in Wolf Peak.

 She adores swimming the sacred waters and is always inspired to run the highest Divine path.

 The deep blue waters, an underground river in the Peak that leads to Mt. Shasta. Many battles to guard this Atlantis and Lemurian colony have occurred, and are ongoing.

Feeding time, one more nefarious invader chomped down.

 Her lovely fish friends show the way to the amphibian-shifter intruders– soon to be shark food.

 Swimming with her goldfish companions in serene union,together they investigate any disturbance in the watery force.

  A mermaid shifter and her super-man tiger lover, also a shapeshifter, they happily live in Wolf Peak. Spy missions are their thing.

 With stealth she tracks the satanic cult through a deep dark forest. They have kidnapped a child for sacrifice. This will not happen.

Her ruthless rampage against the rising trap of world-omnipotent tyranny. She will win.

 Winged tigress-snow leopardess arrives in the Peak to avenge the murder of her mother by a monstrous evil cabal who have vowed to eliminate every shifter-breed on Earth. With total dedication she trains everyday in battle techniques.

 With her other myth-real friends, she attacks a notorious bad vampire at his castle estate. Guess who wins… it ain’t the vampire.

 The deep purple realm of cyber security… she prowls observing all, snatching up the hapless invading web rats deployed to destroy the Peak’s computer network.

 With her dragoness pal, she teaches those in Wolf Peak how to defeat serpent combatants .

Yes, shapeshifter saber-tooth tigers exist. They have gathered in Wolf Peak. With formidable savagery these giant-fanged predators make tasty morsels out those who dare cross into the Peak borderlands.

  “Disgust…distrust! I will incinerate you!” she roars to the beast system establishment…this tigress daughter of Pele.
PeledeityIn Hawaiian religion, Pele is the goddess of volcanoes and fire and the creator of the Hawaiian Islands. Often referred to as “Madame Pele” or “Tūtū Pele” as a sign of respect, she is a well-known deity within Hawaiian mythology and is notable for her contemporary presence and cultural influence as an enduring figure from ancient Hawaii.WikipediaAbode:HalemaʻumaʻuSymbol:fire, volcanoParents:Haumea, Ku-waha-ilo,h_639,q_75,strp/powerful_tiger_in_water_by_thesaygi-d4sifof.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJpc3MiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwic3ViIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsImF1ZCI6WyJ1cm46c2VydmljZTppbWFnZS5vcGVyYXRpb25zIl0sIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiIvZi81ODRjZDlhZi1lNTY0LTQwMDYtYTM2ZS0xZWU5ZDVjODU2ZWQvZDRzaWZvZi0wYmZiNDZjNi1hOTQ2LTQ5NDQtOTlhYS05YTRkNzQyYWFiNTgucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwMjQiLCJoZWlnaHQiOiI8PTYzOSJ9XV19.5XZKCP8MzEEMENgzYorPGCInyC5WlvrkBdjJjdeCmo8

 Hunting the predators who traffic our precious children, she coldly rages, leaping toward the criminal cartel minions that cross the border into Wolf Peak. Soon they will be bloody mincemeat corpses– only once the young ones are rescued.

He dreams of chasing the fluff-glitter bevy o’ dancing drag queens, pouncing on them once again…hearing their pathetic squeals and screams, their course swearing…smelling their fear-stench as they run like terrorized baby chicks… he swats their bared flesh, rips their fancy obnoxious costumes. No one dares stop him and his crew…because they can’t. Flash-disappearing is their super power.

 I GOT A TIGRESS BY THE TAIL..this shapeshifter couple prowls the borderlands of Wolf Peak. They fiercely adore attacking, taking down, then crushing-crunching the most advanced robots, the Boston Dynamics robo dogs… ferocious growls! all the robo critters–their artificial scent can’t escape the exceptional tiger noses.

 TIGER FAMILY IN THEIR WOLF PEAK PARADISE…relaxing, rejuvenating, loving each other, that is the key.

 A scene from Poseidon’s Atlantis in the area of Bimini… I am remembering the good times.

 Who wouldn’t want to visit this playful tiger getaway?

Contemplating his last Guardian mission– tracking down an invasion by the MS13 drug cartel. This happened in the neighboring enemy territory of Talbot Peak. The cruel killers were routed, pursued and severely mauled.

Reflecting opon the Year of the Water Tiger… fierce, successful, but not an easy year for most, to say the least.

 Tasting the pure waters of freedom… we Tigers will never surrender.!d

 Her Tiger Guardian. their coming together for a mission-ops impossible– rescuing trapped wee folk in one of the DUMBS– black ops in the military underground bases.

 Tiger shapeshifter family–free to roam, free to rest and recuperate. Free to live…

She who rules the secret jungle realm in Wolf Peak Territory. Friends are lovingly welcomed. Foes are brutally mauled– the big cats always enjoy a challenging chase, a ripping of flesh with claws and fangs.

Tiger By the TailWaylon Jennings

I’ve got a tiger by the tail it’s plain to see
I won’t be much when you get through with me
Well I’m a losing weight and I’m turning mighty pale
Looks like I’ve got a tiger by the tail

Well I thought the day I met you you were meek as a lamb
Just the kind to fit my dreams and plans
Now the pace we’re livin’ takes the wind from my sails
And it looks like I’ve got a tiger by the tail

I’ve got a tiger by the tail it’s plain to see
I won’t be much when you get through with me
Well I’m a losing weight and I’m turning mighty pale
Looks like I’ve got a tiger by the tail

Well every night you drag me where the bright lights’re found
There ain’t no way to slow you down
I’m about as helpless as a leaf in a gale and it looks like I’ve got a tiger by the tail

I’ve got a tiger by the tail it’s plain to see
I won’t be much when you get through with me
Well I’m a losing weight and I’m turning mighty pale
Looks like I’ve got a tiger by the tail

Written by: Harlan Howard, Buck Owens

Album: Waylon Sings Ol’ Harlan

Released: 2010

Lyrics provided by

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Traveling the ancient undersea tunnels, she then walks the night in her sanctuary. A strategic genius, she plans the raids that will eliminate those who are destroying the food processing centers–the invaluable supply lines.

Jefferson Starship – Ride The Tiger

I want to ride the tiger
I want to ride the tiger
It will be black and white in the dead of night
Eyes flashing in the clear moonlight
I want to ride the tiger.

It’s like a tear in the hands of a western man
Tell you about salt, carbon and water
But a tear to a chinese man
He’ll tell you about sadness and sorrow or the love of a man and
A woman.

I want to ride the tiger
I want to sail through the risin’ sun for you and you
We got something to learn from the other side
Something to give, we got nothing to hide
I want to ride the tiger.

Black wants out of the streets
Yellow wants the country
Red wants the country back
And white wants out of this world
Sing – sing to the sky
I want to ride the tiger
I want to ride the tiger.

Look to the summer of seventy-five
All the world is gonna come alive
Do you want to ride the tiger?

It’s like a tear in the hands of a western man
Tell you about salt, carbon and water
But a tear to an oriental man
He’ll tell you about sadness and sorrow or the love of a man and
A woman.

Written by: Paul Kantner, Grace Slick, Byong Yu

Album: Dragon Fly

Released: 1974Lyrics provided by Musixmatch 

Riding her savage super tiger to victory after victory. They fight in the war to save Earth from sinister reptoids and their Borg AI.

 Cosmic noble soul… a loving portrait.

Lounging in her winter retreat, she will allow no tyrannical rulers. For, freedom is her eternal Spirit

TigerABBAThe city is a jungle, you better take care
Never walk alone after midnight
If you don’t believe it, you better beware of me

I am behind you, I’ll always find you
I am the tiger
People who fear me never go near me
I am the tiger

The city is a nightmare, a horrible dream
Some of us will dream it forever
Look around the corner and try not to scream, it’s me

I am behind you, I’ll always find you
I am the tiger
People who fear me never go near me
I am the tiger

Yellow eyes are glowing like the neon lights
Yellow eyes, the spotlights of the city nights

I am behind you, I’ll always find you
I am the tiger
People who fear me never go near me
I am the tiger

The city is a prison, you never escape
You’re forever trapped in the alleys
Look into the shadows, and you’ll see the shape of me

I am behind you, I’ll always find you
I am the tiger
People who fear me never go near me
I am the tiger

Yellow eyes are glowing like the neon lights
Yellow eyes, the spotlights of the city nights

I am behind you, I’ll always find you
I am the tiger
People who fear me never go near me
I am the tiger

And if I meet you, what if I eat you?
I am the tiger
I am behind you, I’ll always find you
I am the tiger, tiger, tiger

Written by: Benny Goran Bror Andersson, Bjoern K. Ulvaeus

Album: Arrival

Released: 1976Lyrics provided by Musixmatch

  WHEN STRIPES WERE GOLD… Once upon a very ancient time, in the Golden Age of Earth, the Tiger Race proudly displayed their golden knowledge and intergalactic wisdom.

The tiger angels, they once soared the skies relishing their absolute freedom.

 BRIGHT SOUL DREAMS of the tigress– creating the future of Mother Earth.

 Mother Tigress Shapeshifter– she and her baby are safe in the Peak, rescued from the evil ones.

 Mountain Watchtower, the tigress queen teaches her cub babies.

Frolicking in the haven that is a hidden part of Wolf Peak.

Happiness is the natural right of every Being living and thriving in Wolf Peak Territory.

Bathed in beauty, a twilight hike.

 Water White Tigress Queen, she is devoted to the wellbeing of ALL in Wolf Peak. Her healing abilities are renowned.

Cherishing the earthly realm and ALL BEINGS who live there.

Daddy King roars their tiger supremacy– a warning to any enemy who stupidly infiltrates…who would IDIOTICALLY attempt to conquer the Peak.


Eye of the Tiger Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Rising up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I’m back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive
So many times, it happens too fast
You trade your passion for glory
Don’t lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive

It’s the eye of the tiger
It’s the thrill of the fight
Rising up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor
Stalks his prey in the night

And he’s watching us all
With the eye of the tiger
[Verse 2]
Face to face, out in the heat
Hanging tough, staying hungry
They stack the odds ’til we take to the street
For the kill with the skill to survive

It’s the eye of the tiger
It’s the thrill of the fight
Rising up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor
Stalks his prey in the night

And he’s watching us all
With the eye of the tiger

[Verse 3]
Rising up, straight to the top
Had the guts, got the glory
Went the distance, now I’m not gonna stop
Just a man and his will to survive

It’s the eye of the tiger
It’s the thrill of the fight
Rising up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor
Stalks his prey in the night

And he’s watching us all
With the eye of the tiger

Visiting their galactic homeworld, this tiger shifter family will return to the Peak. Fighting for freedom on Earth is vital to freeing other intergalactic realms currently under seige.

 When joy reigns as reality.

Friends are always treasured in this other galactic world.

Resting, rejuvenating in the harmonious luxury of Mother Nature.

  THE CRYSTALLINE TIGRESS– from a crystal dimension she now lives and loves in Wolf Peak She stalks the unseen realms discovering and often destroying those who would deny freedom for ALL.

Her treasured mate, always ready to leap and rescue her, he also keeps the crystalline tigress anchored to the Earth material plane.

A shapeshifter from an inner Earth mountainous realm, this warrioress big cat jumps with magnicent ease capturing the unfriendlies. Surrender or die.

Her human form, she’s just as strong and deadly.

 One of Wolf Peak’s most ferocious Guardians, he trains the young ones in how to use the dimensional ethers.!d

Tame My TigerT. Rex 

Sister sister
Won’t you tame my tiger
Sister sister
Won’t you tame my tiger
Won’t you give me your love
Real wild
Mister mister
Won’t you join my priestess
Mister mister
Won’t you join my priestess
If you do my love I’m yours
Baby lady
Won’t you tame my tiger
Baby lady
Won’t you tame my tiger
Won’t you give me your love
Right now
Baby baby won’t you tame my tiger

Written by: Marc Bolan, Gloria Richetta Jones

Album: Dandy In the Underworld (Deluxe Version)

Released: 2007

Lyrics provided by Musixmatch

His song to TIGER LILY

Now at home in the Peak– The Tiger shaman, a humanoid from a feline planet-world. His mystical ways have benefited so many. He is searching for his beloved mate.

 Fun times in the year 2023– leading his gigundis tiger to a covert android incursion… crunch, maul, grip and rip, then munch, munch… not much left.

Cosmic Battle Goddess– She who rules the Universe Protectorate Council.

Tiger Man Lyrics 

Elvis Presley

I am the king of the jungle
They call me Tiger Man
I am the king of the jungle
They call me Tiger Man
If you cross my path
You take your own life in your hands

Yeah, I get up on a mountain
And I call my bear cat back
Yeah, I get up on a mountain
And I call my bear cat back
My bear cat comes running
And the hound dogs they stay way back
Way back, way back, way back
Trace their way back
Yeah, well, I get up on a mountain
And I call my bear cat back
Yeah, well, I get up on a mountain
And I call my bear cat back
My bear cat comes running
But the hound dogs trace their way back
Way back, way back, way back

Yeah, well, I get up on a mountain
And I call my bear cat back
Yeah, well, I get up on a mountain
And I call my bear cat back
But the hound dogs trace their way back
Way back, way back, way back

Tiger Shapeshifter Warrior on duty– One of the Sherrifs in the Peak– he is on alert keeping the peace.

From an era before Noah, she and her tiger companion join the other Angels and Angel hybrids protecting everyone in Wolf Peak Territory. They often patrol the skies. Nowadays they also battle those who would sexualize, prey upon the children of the world.

Painting of love, tiger and his tiger angel, yes, they are shifters. Done by one of the Peak’s many incredible artists.

White tigress humanoid, her pinup picture. She dances at one of several rowdy discotheques inside the Interspecies Pleasure Club. Using her brainy side, she also works with the cyber secure team.

 Water Tiger on the eternal hunt for the dark evil ones…

Tigre de agua, cuadro original, Óleo sobre Lienzo, comprar cuadros

His brother… they often work as a team.

The loving heart of the tiger.

Combatants in the Peak’s infamous fight arena, they are a savage team when attacking the enemy hordes often deployed against Wolf Peak– when battling against the current 1984 HELLSCAPE.

Cheered when seen in public, ihe tigress muscle car that prowls and growls through Wolf Peak.

The Big Cat Alliance in Wolf Peak.

Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~

Run on the Wild Side of Romance  


Savanna Kougar 

January 4, 2023


Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 6:42 pm


From Wolf Peak Territory


2023 New Year Howls, Yowls, Growls and ‘No Scowls’ ShapeShifter Lovers!  

This year’s gallant opportunity: It’s time to RIDE THE WILD MUSTANG OF FREEDOM.

 Or ride this Arabian horse beauty…with a fierce spirit he races the winds…always winning freedom.

 How about riding this gorgeous shapeshifter horse? She moved to Wolf Peak Territory to run, to gallop in freedom– to join the fight for freedom.

 The Kitty New Year freedom festivities…

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 A young Healer in the Peak…her quiet celebration of a star-snowy New Year with animal friends.

A look back at Christmas: 

The Santas of Wolf Peak

On his way home after delivering packages to the Peak children in the town of Moonrise Lake.

 Cowboy Santa’s wild ride at sunset. His horse’s name is freedom.

 At Last Bite Bay, a tavern in remote Wolf Peak Territory, Pirate Santa entertains the customers.

One of several Viking Santas who live in the Peak makes his deliveries– no one dares stop him.

 for my fun…a post from:

Thursday, December 24, 2015

…my miracle Santa stud…

Christmas Eve Scene In Wolf Peak Territory 


Here’s a sexy takeoff on the traditional NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS poem, which I wrote several years ago. It’s become popular at the Interspecies Pleasure Club, where fantasy and reality passionately meet. 


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 reign 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 younger breed of Santa…he’s a mountain lion shapeshifter.

 Sorcerer Santa creating the magickal wonders of the Christmas Season.

 Sexy Santa waiting for his beloved mate…he has lots of gifts for her.

 His mate on her way home after safeguarding a children’s Christmas Eve gathering in the Peak town of Sunrise Prairie.

Wizard Guardian…no enemy will spoil Christmas. Not on his all-seeing Watch.

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 Dashing Elf, a Santa Helper… he dance-partners the ladies at the Midnight Stardust Supperclub.

Don’t mess with this Viking Santa. Bad gremlin-elves always meet their end.

Or this Viking Santa. They are righteous bodyguards for any woman in the Peak who needs them.

 Another Viking Santa arriving with his mega-huge sleigh.

 Odin Santa makes his appearance.

 Another Viking Santa on forest Watch…avoid being carved up like a holiday goose.

 Cowboy Santa to the rescue…toys were lost in a big ole winter storm that hit the Peak town of Green Buffalo.

 Uh oooo…the team got spooked by Santa’s reindeer. Rudolph’s bright red nose didn’t help.

 This Santa is a favorite of the Peak’s children. He loves traveling between the Peak’s three thriving towns.

 The joys of Christmas at home…yes, the freedom of being yourself in Wolf Peak Territory.

 New Year fantasy fireworks at the Tartarian community high in the mountains of Wolf Peak.

 Welcoming the New Year with wild-spirit singing howls.

 Dante, the alpha wolf shifter leader of Wolf Peak– he lovingly and proudly surveys his territory. And thanks the Great Spirit Wolf.

 Dante’s niece with her wolf-shifter Mage mate…they are enjoying the spectacular fantastical fireworks.

Together they adore watching the dragon warriors in magestic flight on New Year’s Eve.

The enormous fae community comes together in fun celebration of the New Year and their cherished freedom in the Peak.

 LOVE is always the real currency.

Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~

Run on the Wild Side of Romance  


Savanna Kougar   

December 22, 2022

2022 Winter Solstice Scenes by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 6:55 pm


 Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

  Winter Solstice Howls, Yowls, Growls and ‘No Scowls’ ShapeShifter Lovers!

 Herald the good dreaming sorcery of the longest night. Then herald the coming sacred light that will reveal All. In the following year 2023–Which will be a comic-trajedy of the deepest darkside, the monumental betrayals done to humanity, and a rise in Spirit that overcomes magnificently. 

For WE as humans are the magic conjuring of the stars. Let our highest and brightest powers arise. For it is ordained if we, the best of humanity, WILL it so.

 The Divine Union of Woman and Man upon Earth…nothing and no one is a stronger force.

 When life was sweetest and a time of gallantry toward every living being.

  The enchantment of riding a unicorn in the snow-kissed forest…once upon an ancient era. Now reality in Wolf Peak.

 Brave mojo of the Bear companion, he always travels with the Sage Magicians.

One of the Wolf Peak Wyches walking with her frisky fox familiar.

 Celestial chariot ride of the Winter Solstice Queen. She grants the children’s special wishes.

 Adoring the Mystical Rabbit in snowy twilight.

 Young Wych communing with Goddess Source, her wolves protect her.

  Beautiful fae woman lights the long wintry night and hope soars.

 Above the Wolf Peak mountains flies the Winter Solstice Angel.

 His antlers receive the Divine Wisdom of the Great Universe.

 She soaks in the majesty of Winter Solstice replenishing her soul.

 Nordic warrioress, a new arrival to Wolf Peak she is eager to join the battle against all enemies.

  Moon rinsed in the Winter Solstice energies, she is filled to the brim with knowledge and LOVE.

 Floating with adored Mother Nature and her Wayshowers, the noble deer family.

 Empowered by the snow light, she carries the future dreams of those in the Peak. The miracles will follow.

 Fae princess and her snow leopard guardian enjoying the Winter Solstice.

 Baby in her arms, the gorgeous fae naps bathed by cosmic Winter Solstice vibes.

 Celebrating the unique alchemy spell of Winter Solstice with her beloved animal friends.

 Snow dragon, she lives high in the Wolf Peak mountains and has her own Watchtower Castle.,h_600,q_75,strp/solstice_by_hbruton.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJpc3MiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwic3ViIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsImF1ZCI6WyJ1cm46c2VydmljZTppbWFnZS5vcGVyYXRpb25zIl0sIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiIvZi83NmU0MzE4Yy03NmI5LTQwYmYtYTVkNi05ZTEwOWEzMWNiYjcvZGF4aTdjLTUzMDRhMTRlLThkY2EtNDUzYS04YTJhLTY3YWNkNThmZWU3NC5qcGciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9NDYwIiwiaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD02MDAifV1dfQ.eQ66FSMsKt_HeIMP0zvHfbext6ezAjF0YG-T-yI0K8Q

 Fae and her pet dragon enjoying the ethereal flying dance of her family and friends.,h_849,q_75,strp/winter_solstice_fairy_by_shadowelve-d1uaiju.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJpc3MiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwic3ViIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsImF1ZCI6WyJ1cm46c2VydmljZTppbWFnZS5vcGVyYXRpb25zIl0sIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiIvZi8xMzQ4OTBjNi02ZDY1LTQ0ZGQtYjc5YS05MTA1ZTA0OGNjYjcvZDF1YWlqdS0yMTg1MmQ4Ni03NDA0LTRjYjItYTFlYi1mOWQwMTI0YjMzY2IuanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTYwMCIsImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9ODQ5In1dXX0.zAgAbI37dXvdpg843TrAv3Si9nDHAKLaslcgiaOYAUM

 Joyfully creating the star crystals, snowflakes that don’t melt in the festive bonfires.

 For the love of songbirds, her constant companions in Wolf Peak.

 Drawing down the splendid wisdom, a sacred well for all to drink from.

  A young priestess shines, her spirit uplifting All.

 The Wizard of Winter Solstice arrives, watched over by his faithful Guardians.

 The warmth of her protective Wolf ShapeShifter mate during Yuletide.

 The power of mythical gods, Odin visits his progeny, the Silver Wolf clan living and thriving in Wolf Peak.

 Just for cowboy-bucking fun happening at the Interspecies Pleasure Club.

Found my past blog while doing an image search…

Kougar Kisses: Winter Solstice 2015 … A Time of Spiritual Renewal For …

A digital Christmas card from  Jacquie Lawson

…beautiful is it not… 


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~

Run on the Wild Side of Romance  


Savanna Kougar  

December 15, 2022

All Hallows Eve Remembered 2022 by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 11:06 pm

 Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

Halloween Howls, Yowls, Growls and ‘No Scowls’ ShapeShifter Lovers!

 What do I say? Except life does not cooperate with my best laid writing plans. Still, here ya go…

Kymbra and Dangerous, their story continuous…

 Tears slid down her cheeks as if the gray sky above opened, pouring sheets of rain. Kymbra walked along the wide forest path between amazingly beautiful trees. O[der guardians, their autumn leaves were magic, a colorful carpet for nature lovers. 

Able to see through her tears, Kymbra kept moving, part of her singing with joy. She could fully walk again. Normally. “Improving everyday,” she muttered to herself.

Yet, a deep inconsolable sadness enveloped, overwhelmed her. Precious humans, the organic life of Mother Earth–the animals, the plants–everyone, every being, everything good and wonderful on blue-marble Earth had been placed on the chopping block…on the darkside’s sacrificial altar…to be artificially altered by a constant onslaught of genetic-biowarfare contamination.

So uttered by the U.S. leader via a recent executive order. 

Kymbra wept harder, stopped in her tracks.

 Wildly on fire with passion, Dangerous loped toward her, the woman who enchanted his soul. Kymbra. 

Having finished his border patrol, Danger transitioned from his wolf form to human form. Transformation complete, he whipped to a halt next to the old-shaman tree where he’d stashed his clothing, his Colt 45 pistol. 

“Yeah, pal,” he affectionately slapped the tree’s huge gnarly trunk. “i’m a love-struck gonner.” 

Shaman Tree spiraled his tremendous force around Dangerous imparting knowledge, his recent observations. “Gotcha, oh Wise One. We’ll take care of those bad spying troublesome squirrels. The youn’uns will enjoy that hunt…yeah, yeah, only the evil bushy long tails, I’ll remind them.”

After adjusting his gun belt, Dangerous patted Shaman Tree, then sprinted toward Kymbra, Her distress smacked him like a giant paw.

 Feeling the sizzle of the Danger Man inside her, Kymbra sniffled away her tears and wiped her face. She moved her feet. Yep, he’d told her he would meet her on the forest trail after his patrol.

Kymbra straightened. “Buck up, buttercup. Suck it up, whimpering pup.”

To help her mood, Kymbra recalled last evening’s party with Danger’s cowboy friends, their families. It was: Come As Your Favorite Witch and Familiar

She smiled. He’d been totally magnificent as a terrible but cuddly werewolf pet, complete with a big ole chain leash. 

Playfully, at one point, Danger fought off Halloween-monster enemies to protect her. He’d then chomped down an enormous vaxx needle aimed at her by a nurse clown werewolf. 

She’d giggled her way through the fang-tastic mockery.

 “Kymbra, what’s wrong?” Dangerous tipped up his Kymbra’s chin. “No, don’t give me the ‘everything is okay’ face.” 

Teardrops formed in the corners of her eyes. Her brave face crumbled as she dropped her head. “They’re killing everything…murdering the Earth.” 

She choked back a sob. “I love humanity…your supernatural people here. Everyone. I love our Mother Earth…all the beautiful incredible animals and plants. They’re, the globalist Satanic idjits, are, are…” 

“I know, sweetheart.” Dangerous drew her close, tenderly embracing his human woman, “I know about the global genetic contamination.” 

 Another sob escaped Kymbra. She flung her arms around his neck, clinging. Even as he felt her emotional pain, Dangerous rejoiced. His beautiful one trusted him more than ever. A treasure, a triumph that hugged his heart. 

“Kymbra, sweetheart, listen to me. We have winning strategies…I promise. All of us here in Wolf Peak are working hard, fighting hard to stop this ruthless bio-carnage.”

She pulled back a bit, scanning his face. “How?” Kymbra stifled her weeping. 

“You know I can’t reveal it all, darlin’. Not yet.” Dangerous stroked his hand over her luxurious hair. “But it’s why we need you on our team, our Peak fighting force. You got some unique talents.” 

“So I keep being told.” 

“It’s true.” He touched his lips to her temple, then rocked her, comforting her. Wolves knew these thing instinctively, how to gently handle their females.

 Sensing Kymbra’s return to calm, Dangerous intimately whispered, “You are going to wear that purple witch costume tonight.” 

 “Only for you. You big bad handsome wolf.”

 “Looks like we have company.” Kymbra stood on tiptoe stretching to see over Dangerous’s shoulder.

“Yeah, darlin’?” 

Aware that the Danger Man knew who approached Kymbra didn’t object as he claimed her waist swinging them around. The cowboy knew how to press his romantic advantage. No doubt.

 “Pardon the intrusion, friends.” Tall, dark, and handsome, Pasha’s mate, White Fang gave his trademark grin. “Lady Kymbra,” he intoned as if she was royalty. He respectfully bowed his head. 

 “Problem?” Dangerous asked. 

“Run and gun situation, compadre. Intruders causing mischief at the Cosmos wildflower meadow.” 

The Danger Man released her with slick ease. “This won’t take long.” 

Kymbra merely nodded, stepping back as he and White Fang raced down the path. “Lightning speed. Wow.” 

A few moments later Mist trotted toward her, announcing her presence with a whinny. Silvery gray in color, the Arab-Welsh cross was smallish in size, refined, and gorgeous, of course. 

Immaculately trained, and amazingly intelligent…also a pet, Mist nuzzled Kymbra sweetly., then performed a bow so she could easily be mounted. Danger had gifted the filly to her, explaining the pony would be her shadow in case Kymbra needed a ride.

Giving Mist a quick hug, Kymbra eased herself onto the filly, who waited patiently until she was firmly seated before rising.  

“I am so grateful for you, Mist. Let’s go home. I promise treats no tricks.”

 Dangerous lightened his body weight as the Super Man Wolf imitated a famous comic book character. Sweeping downward, White Fang lifted him into the air, and they flew toward the Cosmos flower meadow–a favorite of the various fae tribes, tiny to human size, living in Wolf Peak. 

A battle raged. In the autumn sunshine, aimed at the malevolent intruders, swords and bolts of magick flashed. Yep, like a plasma light show in one of the Peak’s dance clubs.  

Just smaller than chimps, hordes of savage, mud colored gargoyles fiendishly darted in and out. Menacing the fae defenders, they bit with razor-sharp teeth, struck with blade-large claws–and tried gobbling up the smaller fairies. 

Wisely hidden beneath clusters of flower petals, the wee warriors stabbed the gargoyle’s paw pads with knives of light. The beasts grunted out screams of pain, yet jumped forward continuing to attack.

The stench of plasma-sliced flesh hung as if it was a manufactured fog–hung above the acres-enormous meadow searing Dangerous’s nostrils as he and White Fang landed in the midst of the chaotic melee.

Holy howls yep, these gargoyles were bio-mutated creatures, a vicious product of some mad-scientist lab complex. No doubt, the Peak’s hardcore investigative team had been activated. 

As one of the ugly monsters lunged for his leg like a land shark, Dangerous grabbed its neck–no squeezing it to death given the titanic shielding–he gave it a mighty toss and kept seizing more of the terrible critters throwing them to the side. 

He heard a familiar crunch. And another… 

“The Rex family is here,” White Fang shouted to him. “Keep feeding them.” 

Catching the rat-slick tail of a fleeing chunky gargoyle, Dangerous swizzled his head. Sure hell enough, the entire T-Rex family had arrived. 

 Dangerous flung the beastie to Guy Rex. Daddy of the clan, a tank of a dino, he chomped the snack with great satisfaction. Dangerous kept flinging him treats.

All six of the Rex children, scampered about snatching the intruders, then feasting.

“Doris,” White Fang hollered to Momma Rex. A struggling gargoyle in each hand, he lifted off the ground carrying the live food to Doris’s open jaws.

 Soon after cheers erupted from the faes, the enemy mostly eaten or routed…


Dangerous stuck a boot out, halting the last bio-made gargoyle. With a soccer kick he sent it toward Marigold, the youngest Rex daughter. She’d been chasing it.

“The best cleanup crew ever, eh?” White Fang drily remarked.

 “Quite wolfie cowboy handsome.” Kymbra slipped her hand down the silky lapel of his vest. “I can’i seem to resist. You’re getting to me.”

 “Before I turn to really bad-boy wolf…” Dangerous nuzzled her cheek, sensuous, tender…his fur stroking her face. He took her hand leading Kymbra inside the old-world spook-tacular, spectacular mansion, Pasha and White Fang’s home in the Peak town of Moonrise Lake.

 Sexy beautiful witches partnered with elegant, powerful, dapper, suave warlocks, wizards, werewolves, werecats, and other supernatural characters…Kymbra couldn’t stop staring. She whipped her head back and forth. “It’s strange, occult paranormal strange…but this feels real.”

“Kymbra, welcome.” Pasha, stunning, a knockout in her scarlet witch’s costume, held out har hands. “Welcome to our humble abode.”

 “Humble?” Kymbra raised her brow and grinned. 

“Of course, it’s not our exquisite time in Egypt-Atlantis, is it, Kymbra?” With an inviting smile, Pasha charmed, “how about I show you the eats? I doubt the cowboy fed you properly.”

Attired as his Super Wolf Man self, White Fang approached handing Dangerous a brandy-coffee cocktail.  He briefly palmed his shoulder. “I’ve never seen Pasha take to anyone like she has to your Kymbra.” 

“I assume it’s their ancient Egyptian connection.” Dangerous took a swallow of the superb concoction. “Vanilla and Grand Marnier,” he praised.

“Yes, the connection. However, there are others who share such. A special friendship, perhaps.”

 Dangerous gave a nod. “Quite the intruder frolic today…hoot and howls.” 

“Hoot and howls, those bio-Frankenstein gargoyles were a warm up for Samhain celebrations.” White Fang took a healthy swallow of his drink. “Looking forward to this year’s Graveyard Ghosties and Werewolves with our Peak teenagers.” 

“Yep, a good scare keeps them on the straight and narrow,” Dangerous quipped, then grinned like his wolf self. 

“Nothing like a fiendish jaws and claws attack.” 

The two clinked glasses.

 Scene: the large town square in Wolf Peak’s big town of Moonrise Lake–which is surronded by a Halloween decorated park called Spooksville for the season.

Kymbra smiled, truly astonished by Dangerous’s costume–a childhood favorite character from a black & white TV sitcom “Oooh, you are too cute…like always. A werewolf version of My Favorite Martian.”

 “Your approval, darlin’, is the gravy on my chow.”

Arm in arm, they walked along the night, moon-graced path  

“Okay, I enjoy parts of Halloween, for sure. But so not a fan of this scary, spooky-ooky stuff,” Kymbra groused as the Danger Man stopped, wrapping the long witchy cape around her shoulders. “Don’t like horror bloody movies either. Don’t like Friday the Thirteenth stuff.” 

“Beautiful witch.” The Danger Man’s eyes gleamed with desire. alright. “The children are going to adore you. Don’t mind their costumes, Kymbra, a lot will look super realistic.” As her brain flash-connected the dots, Kymbra rolled her eyes. “Do you mean similar to Pasha?”

His hesitation gave it away. “Yep. similar abilities. Nothing to fear. You’re one of us, Kymbra.” 

“When did I sign on the bottom line?” she snarked, even as she trembled inside over him–the dangerous sexy beast.

His lips grazed her ear. “Since I signed you up.”

Her breaths quickened. “Oh you’re impossible.” 

“When it comes to you…always,” he seductively growled. Embracing her hand within his, the Danger Man encouraged, “Can’t disappoint the trick or treaters…the little ones.” 

“No…we can’t.”

 Fiercely startled, his gorgeous witch jumped clinging to him. 

“It’s okay, darlin’. Fred,” Dangerous scolded, “stop that, you bad werewolf. Go frighten the kiddies.” 

Dang it howls, Kymbra felt sexy-delicious hugged against him. So much so, he mentally tamped down his hardening cock. 

“He’s a teenager,” Dangerous explained. “You know how rowdy and wild they can get.”

“Yeah,” she sarcastically muttered, “how rowdy and wild were you?”

“Darn tame. sweetheart. My uncle worked me to bone tired–lots of warrior trainin’ too.” As her gaze met his, her eyes sparkly in the moonlight, he added, “I plan to make up for that lack courtin’ you.” 

Something flickered in the depths of her eyes–an untamed fire, like a bright streak of lightning. Dangerous knew then that no man had touched her inner fiery spirit. 

“What is it?” she asked at his silence. 

Mesmerized, he uttered, “Run with the wolves…do you want to run with the wolves?” 

She scrunched her brow, wondering at his words–unaware of his observation.

“Dangerous…Danger,” the small girl’s voice hailed him. Adorable in her witch’s costume, Ursha ran toward him. She flung her arms around his neck.

Lifting her, Dangerous twirled around. “Wanna treat, little girl?” he teased.

“You know,” Ursha twisted toward Kymbra, “He’s mine. We’re getting married.” 

It took Kymba a breath, then… “Congratulations. When is the date?” 

“When I’m old enough…” 

“Ursha,” her mother appeared, “what did I tell you about that?” 


Dangerous set the little girl down.

“No, no arguing. We’ll talk later.” Also witchly, fabulously attired, Uriella took hold of her daughter’s shoulders. Facing Kymbra, she introduced herself, then offered, “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you. Keep this handsome man hogtied.” 

“Sure,” amusement tinged her tone. “I keep practicing, but he’s a slippery one. Nice to meet you. And you too,” Kymbra addressed Ursha.

“Treat?” Dangerous presented the pumpkin-shaped basket he’d been carrying over one arm. “There’s one of your favorites. Berry nut bars.”

Somewhat mollified, Ursha carefully selected the plumpest homemade bar. “Thank you,” she politely spoke. “They are my favorite.”

“Come on, Miss Precocious,” Uriella gave her daughter a smile, ushering her away.

“Wow,” Kymbra accepted his arm, “how many admirers do you have? …Waiting in line for matrimony.” 

 “Too many to count,” he kidded. “The sacred pumpkin grove.” Dangerous grandly announced as he escorted Kymbra to their rock-shaped throne.

Jumping, glistening with excitement, several children waited. “ET wolf,” they chanted.

 “Martian wolf, My Favorite Martian Wolf.” Dangerous growled, threatening them with a show of his fangs.

  Hopping about, the kidlets screamed and laughed at the Danger Man. Some leaped grabbing for his furry wolf ears. He playfully avoided the mock attacks.

“Oh, they’re so cute.” Kymbra seated herself, picking up another basket of goodies. 

Soon she and Dangerous doled the treats out at a frenetic and fun pace. The smiles gladdened Kymbra’s heart. It had been so long.since…

Teardrops rimmed her eyes for instants.

 Once the line of children slowed the smaller ones began climbing onto Dangerous’s lap as if he’d suddenly changed to Santa Claus. 

“Give me a wish, beeuutifull witch.” A little boy with a mop of dark curls and the face of a mischievous cherub clambered onto her lap as Kymbra opened her arms. 

“What kind of wish would you like? Frogs, snails And puppy-dogs’ tails…” Kymbra sang as she gathered the boy close. 

“What? My name is Thomas High Feather.” He gave her a curious glance. 

“Of course it is…I was remembering an old, old saying.” 


 “That’s a wonderful name.Thomas.” 

“No. I want to be Thomas Pony Feather. That’s my wish. Please make it happen.” 

Flummoxed, Kymbra rapid-fire her thoughts searching for a solution. “Okay…so shall it be. I decree it. The Great Universe will grant your wish. But you have to act to bring it about, too.” 

“i can do that. I need a pony so I can show my name.”

“How about starting with a pony winter hat? Several of us are making animal hats as Christmas gifts.” 

“Oh please, yes…can I have black pony hat…please.”

Before Kymbra could respond she heard, “Thomas, son, where are you? Your sisters and I are ready to go home.” 

“Over here, dad. I’m with the beeuutifulist witch.”

“Dangerous, my man.” 

“Wind Blade, my man.” Standing, Dangerous stretched out his hand. “Your son is quite the charmer. No surprise given his Dad.” 

“You haven’i met my daughters, River Rose and Earth Pearl.” 

“Ladies.” Dangerous held out the treats basket. “Lovely to meet such little lovelies.”

 Their wide sparkly grins was his reward. “You know we have an equestrienne program for the youngsters…your son, your daughters, if they’re hankerin’for riding horses.” 

“Dad…” Thomas began, the pleading in his voice. He took hold of his father’s hand.

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow…thanks, Dangerous, see ya on patrol in a few days.” 

“See ya, Wind Blade and those drone killer falcons of yours.”

Kymbra rose beside him. “Drone killer falcons?” 

“He trains his hunting birds to attack ‘n destroy the smaller drones our enemies send over Wolf Peak.” 

“That’s cool. I’d like to see that. I’d like to be trained to shoot the drones down…you know, Annie Oakley style.”

Dangerous smiled inwardly. “Your wish is my command, darlin’.” He wrapped his arm around her dainty arm.

After another swarm of enthusiastic beautiful children received their goodies, the goodnight queen fae arrived announcing the evening’s end.

“Tired, Kymbra? Or would you care for a stroll beneath the mystical moonlight?” Dangerous used his gentleman’s speak. 

“Do I get a kiss, Martian Wolf?” she flirtatiously teased.

“Two if you’d like.” 

“No rushing the courtship,” she bantered hugging his arm as he led her toward the walking trail.

Relishing her trust, once again, Dangerous howled inside–a wolf’s mating song.

Have I ever felt this magical inside…this floaty…this… 

Kymbrascreamed. Bats, straight out of a damn nightmare, a whole horde, streaked toward them–imitating a fighter squadron on a mission. 

Before she could utter Omygawd Dangerous whipped around placing her firmly against a huge tree trunk. “No problem,” he promised. His confidence washed through her. Strangely. Like a wizard’s potion. 

Barely able to follow his super fast movements–leaping twists, spins and kicks–Kymbra watched the viciously attacking creatures swatted, batted, punched, and elbowed. Their limp bodies splatted into the surrounding trees. a tattoo of eerie sound. 

That is, until Dangerous launched the last one from toe of his boot while still high in the air. 

He landed in a fighting stance. Carefully, the Danger Man scanned the area. Nothing flew at them. 

Moments later, a flurry of sound owned the night. “Enjoy the free dinner,” Dangerous called out, a chuckle in his voice.

“More than amazing,” was all Kymbra could say as he approached. She leaned away from the tree. 

“Gotta protect my woman.” 

“My own Martian Wolf hero,” she crooned.

Their gazes merged. Desire stormed between them, fierce and fast.  

With a sweep of his arm the Danger Man captured her against him. He seized her lips with his.

The long sexy, sexy kiss wildly sizzled her, head to toe–forever capturing Kymbra. Forever…only she wasn’t aware…yet. Dizziness claimed her.

They stood face to face, body to body, the sweet passion flowing like a swift untamed river.

 “What was that, that…those bat things?” she asked long moments later. Kymbra trembled. 

Dangerous embraced her close, cherising his woman. His depth of feeling increased every day now.

 “Bad neighbors.” He raggedly sighed, wondering how to explain. “Black magicians took Talbot Peak over about seven years ago. It’s why Dante and Kitty, and a large group left, moved, establishing Wolf Peak Territory.” 

“Black magicians sent that horde?” She shivered again. Briefly. 

Dangerous nodded. “This time of year there are cracks in the dimensional field. They slip those pesky little assaults through.” 

“Yes,” she murmured after heaving in a breath. “I sense it, the dark spell.”

Kymbra shuddered and Dangerous felt the flash-arrival of her wisdom. Her gaze, her eyes shimmered into him, then became the cosmos.

“Bottomless cruelty versus boundless love…the war between good and evil.” 

Dangerous stroked his hand through her hair, always an enchantment to his senses. “Yes, the war between good and evil.” 

Their souls joined, an idescribable yet subtle bliss–for several infinite moments. 

Hearing the clip-clop of his horse’s hooves, expected, Dangerous turned them. “Ghost to the rescue,” he announced.

“Oh, he’s gorgeous, entirely gorgeous.” 

“Only the best ride home for my witch princess.” 

Once the white stallion halted before them, Dangerous lifted Kymbra astride…

Just for fun…

Satire: Misgendering a Pet Can Result in Serious Microsubconscious Distress

October 26, 2022, 9:00am by Jim Hoft


 To be continued… hopefully.

Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~

Run on the Wild Side of Romance  


Savanna Kougar 

August 29, 2022

Ferocious Roars From the 2022 Lion’s Gate by Savnna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: , , , — Savanna Kougar @ 8:27 pm

 Originally posted on ShapeShifter Seduction.Lion’s Gate 2022 Howls, Yowls, Growls and ‘No Scowls’ ShapeShifter Lovers!

Good snarling gracious, it’s been a challenging 8/8 day already. However, challenge met and THANK THE DIVINE overcome. So far. 

INTERRUPTION: August 14, 2022. With the monumental recent events and the unpredictability of my life, this post has been delayed. 

On a sentimental note my novella TANGERINE CARNAL DREAMS was e-published 8/8/2008. Unfortunately, the owner of the company went bad. I had planned to revise and publish again…but so it goes, time disappeared. Yeah, I still love that story, and could pen a sequel…blurb is on the sidebar.

Lion’s Gate: This Ancient Egyptian Star-Aligning Event is Opening …

This portal has been called the infinity portal or the Lion’s Gate, an energetic activation of the numbers 8/8, August: eighth month, in the sign of Leo the lion, on the eighth day of the year. The Month of the Lion. Right now we are in the astrological sign of Leo and this lion is a natural leader when all aspects are balanced.

The lioness within me roars. Now, as individuals, we relentlessly ROAR our sacred voices together in a new chorus of freedom and harmony. For, THE GREAT HARMONY of the Aquarian Age is here–front and center for humanity. It is how we win the day for GOODNESS and Justice for ALL on beloved Mother Earth, and in the whole beautiful starry cosmos surrounding us.

“Together, woman and man, we are the strong roaring rulers of this LION’S GATE. The stellar energies. I am Pasha,” the gorgeous woman with dangerous sexy curves introduced herself. “It is a pleasure to meet you, elder Kymbra. You have yet to remember. We knew each other in Egypt Atlanta.” 

Tingles raced spectacularly through Kymbra–the knowing, her inner knowing. “Good to meet you, Pasha. Your words resonate.” She spoke as curiosity ran out of control.  “Can you tell me more?”

“It is not wise to reveal much before the imminent discovery of our pyramid in Wolf’s Peak.” Pasha subtly, sensuously flipped her long hair, a brilliant shade of red. 

Kymbra’s eyebrows shot for the glorious blue sky, yep, above the small private veranda.

“We will cross that momentous bridge soon.” Pasha swayed toward her, seating herself–goddess royalty on the paradise-lovely divan across from Kymbra. 

“You and I, we don’t pussyfoot around.” Pasha smiled, her inner strength obvious. “We rise with the power of fierce lionesses during the Lion’s Gate.”

“The RISE OF THE GREAT AQUARIAN-AGE LION begins,” Kymbra spoke her intuitive insight. “Now despite all the terrible challenges–the rise of the brave lionesses and lions at this time who love this world. Those who would save it for a good and most amazing DIVINE future. 

Pasha gracefully nodded in agreement. “With our ferocious and Spirit-wise roars we transform life for All. As sacred celestial lionesses we lead this time. Not as superior to the lion, to his intrepid charge, but as real and cherished companions.”

 “Yes. I see it…in my mind’s eye.” Kymbra sipped her fruity tea as she gazed into their magnificent and adventurous cosmic time ahead.

 “It is the Pyramid of the Sun Lion King, a golden frequency temple of multi-universe function. What wii shortly be revealed.” Pasha’s eyes blazed gold for several seconds. 

Unblinking, Kymbra stared, her nerves exploding firecrackers.

“Lavender Lioness, did you not name yourself such in your college days, Kymbra?”

Staggered to her core, Kymbra slowly nodded. “When I was writing poetry, short stories…my creative writing classes.” Memories flooded. “I was told by one professor, good guy actually, that I would never be a successful author because my writing was ‘old school’–or not in the style of Ernest Hemingway. But he, the professor, liked it.” Kymbra paused, recalling more. “must have, since I got an ‘A’.” 

“Ahhh, yes, Mr. Hemingway. He and his brother searched for the remains of Atlantis around Cuba. Beneath the waters.” 

“Said he was searching for German U-boats,” Kymbra couldn’t resist “Also his mother, his family were friends with the Sleeping Prophet, Edgar Cayce. He revealed info about Atlantis.” 

“Yes, it is so. Edgar Cayce also spoke about feline races living in ancient Egypt.” Pasha smiled as if she knew a delicious secret.

 “Another lifetime?” Kymbra asked, whirling inside. It felt as if she had no foundation–yeah, lifted aloft by a cyclone. 

“No, dear Kymbra.” Pasha paused. Her eyes flashing again, she brought in a large long breath. “I lived during that ancient time–as I am living now. Here in Wolf’s Peak.”

Kymbra whirled faster now, her insides ethereal as wind. “Like an immortal?” 

“Yes, in a manner of speaking.” Pasha elegantly flipped her hair. 

Kymbra’s jaw dropped as the woman’s eyes switched to feline. Briefly.


“Yes. I am what is known as a cat shapeshifter…as were many of the goddesses in Atlantis, then Egypt.” 

“And I knew you? in that lifetime.” Kymbra tried touching ground, inwardly that is. Was this reality? Something rang true, though. She admitted that much to herself.

“You did know me. Have you seen Bastet and the lioness, Sekhmet–the statues from those ancient times?”

Kymbra could only nod. The images vividly seized by her mind. The new paradigm crashed into her awareness. 

“The truth becomes a precious gemstone with the passage of time.” Pasha softly intoned. “With the diabolical obfuscation of truth by those who would wrongly rule.”

Kymbra absorbed Pasha’s words. “I could not have said it better…but I’m not a lioness shapeshifter.” She fully met Pasha’s direct gaze. “You are a lioness?”

“One breed, yes, so to speak.” 

There was a fearsome silence between them as if the universe readjusted itself. Certainly, she was reborn again, in a ‘high strangeness’ sort of way. Wow oh wow. Within, Kymbra shook and spun spiritually.

“Many dimensions, many mansions…” Kymbra trailed off. “I always think of the Star Wars bar room scene…it seemed so real to me.” 

“A true telling of that ‘space opera’ story. One that is a mere 3500 years ago.” Pasha smiled, a beguiling lioness.

“So, it is true…was true,” Kymbra mused. Wild excitement coursed through her, unstoppable. “I’d like to remember that life experience.” 

“When the sacred appointment arrives, you will.” Pasha swayed in her chair, a natural seductress. “During that era I fought alongside the White Lion clan. Their starships were superior in flight.” Pasha’s face shone with radiant happiness. “Tales for another day, Kymbra.” 

“Now that’s something to live for,” she enthused. A lurking cloud of despair lifted from Kymbra. “Are there white lions with wings…like in fantasy art? They seem real somehow.”

 “There are, absolutely. Many roam the ethers or the interdimensional realms. These majestic beings adored living in and also visiting the high civilizations of Lemuria and Atlantis, then of Tartaria…now the Lion Angels, as they are known, are beginning to come here–to join in the battle against our dark-force enemies. They are savage warriors, ruthless avengers.” 

 Kymbra reeled. “Too darn cool. I,” she glanced at Pasha. What the heck. “I have seen visions of a lion humanoid. He’s a tan golden color. It feels as if we know each other.”

“Ahh yes. He is a protector. Mostly during your life in ancient Egypt when lion humans protected the Good Ones.”

“I miss him. My lion man.” 

“Currently, he protects you in the dream-walking dimensions. The dangers of the lower astral plane.”

“I am grateful. I need all the help I can get. I know I do.”

“The dangers of this Earth incarnation are indeed, unparalleled.” Pasha’s expression turned somber. “We need you, elder Kymbra, as one of us.”

“That’s hard for me to fathom.” Kymbra shrugged a bit. “Although, the more I learn…am learning…I will do whatever I can…of course.” 

“Your destiny will be fulfilled. We will work together often.” Pasha assured in a manner Kymbra actually believed. “As we have partnered before.”

A sizzle swept through her, then a remembrance. “Who is the exotic kingly white lion I am seeing?”

 Pasha grinned, a precocious cat, obviously aware of Kymbra’s psi-image. “He was our Obi-Wan Kenobi. Perhaps he returns to us at this crucial X-moment.” 

“Like a Jedi master. Well, that is intriguing. Did he sacrifice his physical life as Obi-Wan Kenobi did?” 

“No. He temporarily phased out of existence.” Pasha’s eyes glimmered stars. “Nzartha relocated to another world where our enemies could not follow.”

“Nzartha,” Kymbra repeated, wishing he would appear–a child’s wish though.

“Ferocious Roars From the 2022 Lion’s Gate.” Pasha rumbled an eloquent raworrr. “We wiil be companion warrioresses again.” 

“The sooner, the better. I hope Dangerous isn’t promising the moon when it comes to my recovery.”

“The moon, we should visit once again.” Pasha chuckled a mew. “It was once a wonderful playground. I hear it is gradually being restored now that enemy races have been eliminated.” 

“Greys, Dracos…?” 

“Those and others. I have a feeling Nzartha charged through the violet light gateway to bite, scratch, and claw their nefarious ugly hides.”

 With a sensual shimmy, Pasha asked, “Would you care to see one of his top captain warriors?”

 “Please…” Instantly, a large holo image appeared. “Incredibly wow.” 

“Yes, he is impressively handsome. However, he doesn’t hold a battle sword next to White Fang, my mate. “You’ll meet him soon.” 

Kymbra could only imagine given the fantasy-hunk lion warrior before her.

“Is your mate a white lion from the clan you fought with?” 

“I had many offers of marriage, but no, Kymbra. Let us say none suited my desires. Only when I arrived here in the Peak to claim revenge against a notorious crime boss. He killed my friend…ah, again that is a story I will tell later.”

AUGUST 24, 2022 NOTE: Another major life interruption.

 “I will look forward to that story. Believe me.” As if she watched a big-screen film, a space odyssey, lion people starred in various roles. An enormous, dark silvery starship orbited Earth several times, then slid through the atmosphere like a gigundis fish. 

“Yes, Kymbra, we cat-genetic humans arrived on Terra as a benevolent force to assist the people. Once Atlantis fell to its final destruction. During that eon there were many malevolent species attempting to not only rule but genocide most of the remaining humans.”

“Why genocide?”

“It Is ultimately a battle for galactic power. In secret, in ages past, the human population was developed with the potential to become those who own spectacular super abilities. As well you were gifted with the Great Divine Spark…beyond other races.”

 Kymbra’s eyes popped wide. Realization dawned bright, like a tremendous light bomb. “That’s why we’re being horribly tested, as humans…now. To earn those super powers.” 

Pasha gave a regal nod. “Yes, although the satanic cabal has cleverly exceeded their right to test Earth humanity. Most sadly.”

“Most sadly,” Kymbra echoed in a murmur. 

“We cat people, we the lion peoples roar in our love, in our partnership with Divine humans. We are comrades in the fight for galactic freedom.”

Kymbra buzzed, resonated with renewed Spirit. “Galactic freedom. Freedom…precious freedom. I’ve wanted freedom, to run with wolves so to speak, ever since I was itsy bitsy. Yeah, I’m guilty. I like “life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.”

“We are of the same sacred nature, you and I. Freedom, true freedom for our eternal souls.” Pasha gave a fierce feline shake. “Rawrrrr!” 

Kymbra grinned, wider than she had for months and months. “Impressive. Tell me how you arrived on Earth.” 

“Our people, while sailing the galactic waves, noticed there was a change in this solar system, your source of nourishing light. What is now the current sun had arrived. We chose to explore, to follow this new celestial beam. After all, we are Sun Lions.”

“That is mega fascinating.” 

“Like us, our ships bask in and soak up the resplendent rays. We have many such sun-paradise ports of call–rather like enjoying a tropical vacation here.” 

“Makes me think of the Virgin Islands–bare-boating, the beauty of the sun, the turquoise sea, the feeling of sun and sea on my skin.” Kymbra paused for a breath, “But the solar power fuels your ships?” 

“We would say ‘energizes’.” 

“That makes sense. I am energized when I’m outside or sunbathing.”

“We will visit my favorite sun replenishing spots here.”  

“I would love that.”

Pasha positively glowed. “You know, Kymbra, those of us who are brave of heart…we warrioresses with battle souls, those of us who nourish our Spirit with ferocious freedom…we boldly leap through the celestial Lion’s Gate.”

“To achieve our golden destiny on Earth…then, in the stars.” Kymbra nearly sprang to her feet, her healing leg only stopping her. “BOOM-BOOM BOOM-BOOM BOOMERANG…BANG-BANG.” She aimed her finger like a gun. “Bing bang boom, the despotic scumzoid globalists are going down.” 

“Down for the Universe-eternal count. Absolutely. For, we will use our pyramid’s power with uncompromising wisdom.”

“Ladies.” The Danger Man approached. With a charming grin, he doffed his cowboy hat. 

“Finished working with your horses?” Kymbra ignored her stupid raging attraction. It’s only hormones…it’s only hormones. 

“Yep, darlin’. Later we’ll be taking a walk. Give my regards to White Fang, beautiful Pasha.” With that Dangerous spun on his bootheel, swaggering from them. 

Pasha giggled knowingly. “He’s got a big ole hankerin’ for you, ma’am. As they say in these parts.” She tossed her hair for emphasis. “I’m learning Old West speak.” 

“Yeah, it’s a problem,” Kymbra muttered, rolling her eyes. “I don’t understand it–given my age.” 

“It’s different here in Wolf Peak..finding a mate, falling in love. There’s a highly sacred connection often.” 

“Well, that’s good…but…” 

“Kymbra, you’re in no danger of being forced. Dante has zero tolerance for such behavior. However, he encourages every manner of courtship, of men romancing single women. It is one reason there are so many dance clubs, community dance events like square dancing.” 

“Heck on steroids…yeah, dancing, I’m in mega trouble.”

 “On the good news front our pyramid will likely be able to provide a type of wireless electricity for many beyond our Wolf Peak boundaries…as was accomplished throughout the world until Atlantis, then Tartaria were both attacked and mostly destroyed.”

 Kymbra let Pasha’s words settle for a bit. “That is good news. Like Nikola Tesla’s technology.” 

“What our world has been wrongly denied by those who are criminally devoted enemies to All of us–those who love life on our Divine Earth.” 

“Yes. They emerge into the Light like hordes of monstrous evil cockroaches…As you said, Ferocious Roars From the 2022 Lion’s Gate”
Wardenclyffe TowerWardenclyffe Tower, also known as the Tesla Tower, was an early experimental wireless transmission station designed and built by Nikola Tesla on Long Island in 1901–1902, located in the village of Shoreham, New York.Wikipedia


 NOTE: This post is out of order in Kymbra and Dangerous’s love story.

To be continued… hopefully.

Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~

Run on the Wild Side of Romance  Kisses, Savanna Kougar

July 9, 2022

Summer Solstice & Rattlesnake Attack by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: , , — Savanna Kougar @ 8:24 pm

 Originally posted on ShapeShifter Seduction.

Summer Solstice 2022 Howls, Yowls, Growls and ‘No Scowls’ ShapeShifter Lovers! 

The magnificently numerous and culturally varied celebrations in Wolf Peak Territory are eclectic, of course pagan-magickal, and wondrously fun for children, for All. Many of the fae folk Supernaturals are leading the origin-sacred rituals, the rollicking happy festivities this year. There are forest moon runs especially popular with the shapeshifter crowd. And the dance nightclubs in the Peak are filled to capacity–elegant gowns, medieval finery, twenties gaiety, disco thrills, romance reaching the stars above…you choose the entertainments at the Interspecies Pleasure Club!

I wish I’d been there.

 One of the Fae MidSummer Gatherings In Wolf Peak.

Below is Dangerous’s fantasy, his vision of Kymbra during next year’s Summer Solstice faires. Their story continues after the rattlesnake attack Dangerous and his team defeated…,h_2263,q_75,strp/fairy_aine__summer_solstice__by_nismiana-daxzoj5.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.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.2xZ0QZDt2QwURzUl0WTowUCTCatjM5S54XQmpwDArjA

“Showtime, Palladin.” Dangerous reined his warrior horse toward the slithering glint. They spun on a dime. About half a mile in distance, the enormous, evilly engineered rattlesnake charged, fangs displayed as is if his favorite dinner was served. 

Demon yellow eyes glittered beneath the omnipotent glare of Montana’s noon sun. Yep, the robo-bio weapon demanded his weakness, his submission. 

Fat fucking chance.

Rifle raised and ready, Dangerous aimed for the manufactured snake. Hell, the sweet kill spot. 

Palladin raced faster, his ears flattened in fury. 

Bam-boom. Severed. The monster’s head flew off in a spray of crimson blood and dark component particles. 

As the bio-mutants rapid approach slowed to a weak winding crawl, Palladin leapt altering course. With great glee, with all four hooves, he stomped on the collapsed sidewinder. Gory mush and prairie dirt mixed. 

Done, the warrior stallion snorted his triumph. “Four more of the smaller ones comin’ for us!” Dangerous shouted. 

Blasting his shots with precision, while Palladin whirled and attacked beneath him, Dangerous shattered their fang-striking heads. The kick of Palladin’s back hoof sent the last rattlesnake head soaring through the air. 

“Got the bad muther,” Jacker yelled to Dangerous. Neatly snatching the flying head with his capture net, he deftly placed it inside the specialized bag destined for the Peak’s research lab. 

“Got ’em all,” Jacker assured, “including that huge fang-spitting effer.” 

“See ya at the Mule Kick bar, the meetin’.” Dangerous watched the renowned Texas snake wrangler climbed into his safari-like vehicle. 

“Yep, gotta whet the ole whistle. Plan for the future.” Jacker gave a salute. “Keep beheading them trans-machine rattlers.” 

For several minutes, Dangerous studied the mangled crushed bodies of the lab-built diamondbacks. None moved. 

“Clean up on aisle three-two,” Dangerous reported via his wrist com. He grinned.

Giving Palladin’s neck a hearty pat, Dangerous twanged, “A big pail of oats for you.”

While Palladin headed home swinging into his smooth trot, Dangerous recalled their snake-kill encounters. He committed every detail to memory. After greater all, their alpha-wolf leader, Dante, rightly expected such from his Guardian Force. 

‘Course once he’d completed that mental exercise, She took over his thoughts. She being Kymbra–more of a beauty every damn day. The woman was gettin’ under his shapeshifter hide, no howling doubt.

In truth, more than her womanly beauty, it was her dagger-sharp mind, her insights–like fine cut crystal. Dang, it was her profound cosmic soul and being…her human-spirited resilience.

It was…what other descriptions…his brain circled with potential images, none of them worked, though.

Okay growls, more wolf-panting truth, her simmering sexuality   yip-yip pant-pant…the depth and ferociousness of a smoldering ‘about to erupt’ volcano. 

He could smell it–a ruthless delicious torment.

The unique dog who resembled a Dingo ran to him as he opened the large pen’s gate. Lifting the little guy high, Dangerous gave him a playful shake. “Duringo, my man.” 

“Looks like he’s adapting well. Aren’t you?” Betgossi cooed. The woman in charge of finding homes for pets in the Peak stroked the dog’s head. 

Dangerous held him close to his chest since Duringo liked it. “Anything to make Kymbra happy.” Dangerous cuddled the dog, something he’d never done before. even though he was fond of domesticated canines. 

“I’m so glad we found him. Not an easy breed to locate, a good one, that is.” Betgossi lightly scratched behind Duringo’s pointed ears, then rubbed his cheeks with her thumbs. 

“Kymbra’s gonna love the dickens outta you, my man. She needs to do some more healin’ first, though. And you and me need more quality time together.”

 “What in the living hell did you do to my hormones?” Her accusing eyes struck deep, thrown spears at him. Yet her vulnerability also took hold of his heart.

“You’re on the mend, Kymbra.” Dangerous forced his own high-impact hormones to loosen their tight grip. “It’s natural. A natural process.” 

Their lips were so close, kissing close. 

But he didn’t dare. Not yet. 

By the grace of the wolf goddess, he knew better. Dangerous distanced himself enough to gaze at her face.

Silence, the deadly silence of a pissed off woman. She glared. Yep, for several moments before, “Crap. Is this going to reverse menopause?” 

“It could,” he quietly admitted. “However, here in Wolf Peak…how do I explain…” 

“Spit it out.” She glared harder. 

“It’s like a good spell.” He grabbed a large breath. “Women don’t get pregnant here unless they choose it.” 

A look of confusion crossed her features. “Birth control?” 

“No…no pills, no potions of any sort.” Dangerous gently cupped her face. “It’s a matter of will, of will power…the women magicians ordained it into existence many years ago.” 

“Like a mass intention experiment?” Her gaze searched his, demanding the truth. 

“More powerful, light years more powerful, Kymbra.” Dangerous stroked his hands down her irresistible hair–thickening now, becoming silkier. “The Source Goddess rules.”

Disbelief captured her expression. At first, then gradually vanished. She felt it, sensed the omnipresent Divine Magick.

“Well, that’s a good thing.” She breathed the words out.

He gave a nod. “A couple more days and you’ll be up, walking again.” 

One side of her mouth quirked. She challenged, “Just like that.”

 “You got me, Kymbra darlin’. Not just like that.” With sky-big reluctance, Dangerous removed his hands from her, straightening. “It’ll take some time, some practicin’. But before you know it, you’ll be running again.” 

She quirked her face, squinching one eye. “Running?” 

“You’re one adorable woman. Yep, runnin’. And riding a horse.” He winked, then grinned. “Promise.”

“Rattlesnakes.” The word burst from her. “Robo-bio rattlers. How many did you destroy, Danger Man?”

After assessing her, Dangerous asked, “You wanna a front row seat?”

She nodded. 

“Your wish is my command…darlin’.” Touching his wrist com, he linked the cyber recording to her monitor. “There ya go. You can stop it anytime. Just say the word.” 

Not wanting to look intrusive, Danger retreated to his command desk, as he affectionately thought of it. He concocted his fave superior-health coffee brew, then sat back and leisurely sipped–watching Kymbra from beneath the brim of his cowboy chateau. 

What a brainy beauty–just what he liked in a woman. Sundown howls yep, whether wolfess shifter, the other shapeshifter ladies, the many types of Supernatural women living in the Peak…yip-yip, the lovely faes, the ET and Inner Earth communities. 

Hell yeah, that was just his man’s nature. Always had been.

Kymbra gave him a quick piercing glance, then became absorbed in his rattler slaying. A good sign, he figured, yep-yips in several ways. 

Dangerous grinned surreptitiously.

After refreshing his brew, he reviewed the latest info on various battle fronts–keeping one eye trained on Kymbra, of course. “Our Guardian Force is wipin’ their butts clean,” Dangerous muttered with warrior satisfaction. 

“Dragons to the frontlines, alright,” he quietly enthused. The winged serpent beasts, some with their riders, some without, some shifters, some not–their prism-colored scales flashing majestically beneath the strong sun–they dived like squads of attacking eagles decimating the AI-machine built dragon replicants. A whole sky full of them. 

Pieces and parts polluted the air, littered the ground–a strange confetti. Teams of Peakites immediately collected the fake dragon debris while the Medicine Practitioners attended to anyone wounded. Not many. Thank the Precious Wolf Spirit. 

“What a show. What a glorious show.” Dangerous pumped his fist fast and high.

 “What are you celebrating?” Kymbra’s soft yet, sword-penetrating voice owned him. 

Yeah, penetrating alright…his cock twitched. Time to swallow down more of his inhibiting elixir. 

“We’re winning the air battle.” 

“Air battle…?” 

“Wolf Peak Territory is like an independent country. Lot of folks don’t like that. The deepstate and beyond want us utterly destroyed.” 

“A white hat country,” she mused. Her gaze had him under a damn microscope. “Your own air force?…your own space force, in fact…dammit, what’s going on here?…and where’s my gun? I want to fight.” 

Her gaze was so sparkling, so fierce, Dangerous was transfixed for long instants. 

“We gotta get you fully healed, Kymbra…” 

“Yeah, yeah. Do you know how long, how frustrated, raging frustrated I’ve been…” she jerked in a large breath, “because I can’t physically fight them, get rid of those liberal new world creeps–those creepazoids who are brutally genociding humanity. Right now.” She glared, a ferocious sight for damn certain. Kymbra’s whole body vibrated, a goddess on the warpath.

“Why don’t I bring a target screen and a practice gun while you’re healing…” 

“I want to kill evil rattlesnakes.” She hit the side of the bed with her fist, impressively. “I want to take out the yellow-bellied dirtbags.” Her breaths earth-quaked in and out.

Dangerous waited for her breaths to calm, to become less explosive. “No problem, darlin’. We’ll make it happen. It’ll just take some time.”

“Guess I’ve got a new lease on time.” Reason took over, her raw emotion only on simmer. “Also, I want one of those sci-fi pistols like Melishza showed me.” 

“Why not…darlin’. Any weapon you can handle. You can be armed to the teeth, Kymbra.”

“Btw, if your borders are being attacked how is the baby formula being delivered?” 

Standing, Dangerous approached his brainy-babe warrioress. Yeah, his. He might just need double shots of the temporary-eunuch elixir. “Razor and his un-merry band of outlaw bikers, he answered. “They know all of the hidden routes. And his wife is very psychic–sees a way where there is no way.” 

She considered his words, her forehead scrunched. “Well, that’s a good thing…that makes me happy.” 

“Happiness,” he drawled. “Here in the Peak, to quote: ALL SENTIENT BEINGS are created equal in the Sight of the Divine, that they are endowed by the One Great Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness.”

“Yeah, most people seem to have forgotten that…that TRUTH…by my experience.” Her tone dripped like sour fruit.

Dangerous didn’t like the fact that Kymbra imperceptibly shrank from him. He knew why. But it still didn’t settle with him. “You know, sweetheart, you have that psi-ability.” 

“Probably,” she admitted, while crossing her arms against him. “Back off, Danger Man, I’m feeling crotchety…the crabby elder.” Her frown warned him. Seriously warned him.

“Crotchety,” he crooned. The Wolf Gods, he liked it when she called him ‘Danger Man.’ 

“I’m feeling particularly dangerous,” he twanged, leaning toward her. 

She aimed a pretend kick at his crotch with her good leg.

Dramatically, he twisted away. Putting on his bad-boy grin, Dangerous loomed above her. He placed his hands on either side of her head as if he intended to kiss her. “I like a cantankerous filly.”

“Gonna have fun breaking me,” she dared. 

She couldn’t have stud-tempted him more. “Isn’t International Kissing Day coming up soon?” he sexily taunted.”I could start there…breakin’ my cantankerous filly.” 

“This is crazy,” she spat out. “I’m old…a cranky elder…damn cranky. Get it.”

“How about I take you to our Midsummer Blaze Hop? It’s a pagan cosmic-fertility event, loved by many.” 

“No thanks,” she knifed with her voice.

“Sun, outdoor fun…lots of time for kissin’.” 

“No.” Kymbra sliced him like steak.

A steam-hot silence lengthened between them. Until… 

“You will pardon my untimely interruption,” the familiar feminine voice spoke. “I have a gift for the elder from Dante and Kitty. It is approved by the Quirkomon, of course.” 

“Lhyzaia,” Dangerous greeted one of Kitty’s personal cat-shifter assistants. “All is well at the Command Center, I trust.” 

“We remain triumphant in all battles. Dante wished me to tell you he is impressed with your victory over the AI-rattler breach of our border.”

“I will speak my respect to Dante soon.” Dangerous eyed the heaping mound of ice cream scoops, topped with fruits, and nestled between banana halves.

“Elder Kymbra.” Lhyzia presented the sparkling crystal bowl on an ornate silver tray. “This is an original recipe from the times of ancient Atlantis, the tropical Poseidon Empire, as you might recall.” 

A glimmer of memory filled mind–for an instant. 


To be continued… hopefully. 

Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~

Run on the Wild Side of Romance  


Savanna Kougar

June 14, 2022

Memorial Day Freedom In Wolf Peak by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 11:22 pm

 Originally posted on ShapeShifter Seduction. Post Memorial Day Howls, Yowls, and Most Ferocious Growls, ShapeShifter Lovers! And have a glorious flag day…   Currently, there have been vicious-striking attempts to breach several areas of the Peak’s border lands. In their diabolical relentless bid to win world dominion, the dark force’s supernatural creatures are in league with the WEF’s evil globalist cabal. For, it is known that to rule Mother Earth with neo-brutal feudalism, with a Borg technocracy, Wolf Peak must be utterly destroyed, the bold-powerful community’s freedom annihilated. Forever. Btw, the pics in this post are from last year, 2021. Due to very challenging circumstances, I couldn’t write the post. However, I am on the slow road to full recovery. Thank you for your prayers and positive thoughts.TO ALL WHO LOVE AND BATTLE FOR FREEDOM THROUGHOUT HISTORY/HERSTORY, I AM GRATEFUL FOR YOU!!! FOREVER. Kymbra smiled at the cat with the somewhat annoyed glare. Seated on what Dangerous called a comfort chaise lounge, she thumbed through last year’s Memorial day images. Before leaving abruptly, he’d set up the crystalline-looking ‘Viewer’ device saying it was self explanatory. Dang, if he wasn’t right. “Are you well, comfortable, elder?” A young. very lovely woman entered the healing room. Annoyed as the cat, the ‘elder’ curled one side of her mouth. “Please, call me Kymbra. Yes, this chair is super comfortable just like the Danger man said. Btw, do you know where he is?…what’s your name?” “I am Melishza.” Her feline-slanted, amber-colored eye brightened as the sleekly built woman approached.”Nice to meet you.” Kymbra straightened. “Are you here to babysit the crabby elder?” “We take care of each other here, Kymbra. Weapons included.” Melishza whipped out a small strange pistol from a mostly hidden holster on her hip. She palmed it showing Kymbra. “Sci fi,” Kymbra murmured, impressed. “Where do you get those?” “I know Dangerous is checking out weapons for you, and training, of course.” Melishza holstered her pistol, the movement almost faster than Kymbra could follow. “Sweet,” she praised. “Great sci fi outfit too.”Melishza gleamed a smile. “We have the best clothing shops…and gun shops. Anything you want. No licenses either.”Kymbra felt her spirits lift. “Guns. That would be a dream come true. I was stupid and never owned one, By the time I realized…never mind…that was another life.” She sighed her regret. “Do you know where the Danger Man is, or is that a secret?” “Dangerous is protecting the perimeter of our town, Moonrise Lake.” Melishza hesitated her gaze studying Kymbra. “Our Guardian Force is fighting on the Peak’s border, stopping the main infiltration.” “Infiltration!” Kymbra jumped up, almost. “Ouch.” She plopped back down. “Is everything okay on the, the border?” Melishza aimed her gaze at the health monitor. She frowned while saying, “No worries. The enemies are being decimated.” Eyeing Kymbra like a pissed mother cat, she scolded, “You’ve got stay off your feet, your injured leg, for this phase of your healing to work properly.” “Yeah, I know…I promised the Danger Man…sorry.” Meekly, Kymbra settled herself. She had promised. “We want you to rejuvenate fully.” Offering an encouraging grin, Melishza pointed to the Memorial Day parade on screen. “Dangerous is part of our mounted patrol. You’d be surprised how effective that’s been defeating some of our worst foes.”Kymbra scrunched her brow. “How’s that?…Unless you mean the immigrant ‘aka’ illegal aliens invasion…and I don’t mean ET aliens…although, some say the Grays have…” “Alien Gray hybrids crossing the southern border…yes,” Melishza interrupted. “We, the Supernatural Peak community, have special-ops types…let’s say intervening.” Shaking her head at all the revelations, Kymbra stared for long moments. “Dangerous’s horses are trained to spot and kill weaponized snakes, reptiles, other such small critters that can sneak through, cross our borders.” Kymbra nodded. “Like the DOD’s robot insects, cockroaches, mosquitos?” “Robotics and similar to Dr. Moreau’s island. Also, other dark-secret methods.”Blinking, her mind whirling, bringing the conspiracy puzzle pieces into focus, Kymbra sat back. She sank into the ultimate comfort of the chaise. Click…click…click… at least, my brain still works.  “I’m certain Dangerous will explain more. Later. Would you like to see some of the wild horses?” Melishza instructed the Viewer. “Love horses,” Kymbra softly uttered. “But you know that.” “Yes,” Melishza pointed her finger. “These are from last year’s Memorial Day photo contest.” A series of patriotic horse pictures followed. “Beautiful. Thank you.” “I know,” she kindly spoke, “Dangerous will find you a horse to ride once–” “Once I’ve recovered,” Kymbra finished. “Definitely something to live for.” “Ice cream?” Melishza inquired as she checked the monitor.  “I’m still breathing…I know I can feel it” “Dry as a Vodka Martini, your voice.” Amusement gripped Melishza’s voice, yeah, like ice tongs. “No. I prefer a Five Island Flamingo…not found on Dr. Moreau’s island, I presume.” “I presume.” Melishza giggled, then grinned reminding Kymbra of a mischievous kitty cat. “Ice cream,” Kymbra changed position, the magical-tech chair following her body. “You have the absolute best here. Sure.” Melishza tapped her wrist device. “The Quirkomon has it ‘doctored up’ with your health ingredients.” “He’s a good-medicine wizard, alright.”Melishza moved closer. “Would you like to see two of Dangerous’s horses?” Kymbra nodded, curious of course. “Gorgeous.” she praised, emotionally savoring. “Looks like the Akhal-Teke breed.””I don’t know horses.” Melishza waved her hands. “Except for how beautiful they are.” “Cat claws, your nails.” Fascinated, Kymbra stared.  After a speculative glance, Melishza stated, “Cat Fights. It’s a type of warrior training, and a fighting style we have here.” “You’re a champion, right? …A flash of intuition.” Kymbra answered the woman’s inquisitive expression. “One of the champions. You should see Dangerous compete in the various horse sporting games we have here.”Aware that Melishza changed the subject, Kymbra gently mocked “Will I be in awe? Female-worshiping awe?”“You’ll remember this from the late 70s,” Melishza spoke teasingly, then crooned, “Love, exciting and new… To the tune of the Love Boat, she continued,”Come to the Peak. We’ve been expecting you.”Yes…Love, life’s bestest reward.Let it soar, it flies back to you.”Love Mates will be meeting for another runThe Love Peak promises sweet passion for everyoneYes. Set a course for adventure,Your heart wanting a brave romance. “No. Love won’t hurt anymoreIt’s an invitation like a wild delightful roar.Yes LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE! It’s LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE!” With her jaw nearly dropping, Kymbra gawked. “Wow…do you star in musicals?” “My family owns a dinner theater here in Moonrise Lake. Daytime for the kiddies. Nighttime for us adults.” Melishza offered a radiant satisfied smile. “Oh…that makes sense. That was wonderful.” Kymbra moved, restless. “I don’t sing worth a darn.” “No worries, I’ll teach you.” Pure confidence, that was Melishza’s body posture. Kymbra almost believed her. “That would be a real miracle,” she snarked softly. “I can dance…used to be able to dance.””Dangerous is a dream to dance with.”  Kymbra let her curiosity run off leash, this time. “What kind of dancing… country western?” “Just to let you know, Kymbra, the men who live in Wolf Peak are strongly encouraged to learn the art of dancing with a woman. Many styles, btw.” “Well, that’s amazing given today’s stupid sterile relationship culture.” Kymbra knew her tone was cutting. She hardly cared. “The Danger Man?” “I partner with him at our square dancing events. I’ve seen him cut the rug often, that is, swing dancing to one of the bands at the elegant Midnight Stardust Club.” “Amazing,” Kymbra repeated the word, while trying to imagine that scene. “We have a huge variety of nightclubs…including disco, discotheques. An ultra-fun favorite here.” “Discos, wow, Double wow.” Kymbra hiked a skeptical brow. “Elders allowed?… If I can dance again.” Melishza threw her head back, chuckling as if Kymbra had said something ridiculousHowever, before Kymbra could question her, Melishza spun toward the main door. She leaped to touch the panel. “Saved by the Medicine Practitioner.”  To Kymbra’s surprise and delight, two Pomeranian dogs sprinted inside. They adorably bounced toward her. “Your names aren’t Ice and Cream,” she teased as the boy jumped on her lap. After playfully patting him, she gave him a hug. “No, dear woman, Muffster and Fluffster don’t belong to me,” the Practitioner princely bowed. “I am merely petsitting. It seems they overwhelmingly approve of me.””Do you feed them ice cream?” Kymbra bantered with a grin as the tall wizard-type handed her a large cut-crystal bowl, plus the silver spoon. Politely, the Pom hopped to the floor. “Only a tiny taste after their dinner.” The girl Pom yipped happily. “You will excuse me, lovely Kymbra, I must attend to another.” “Of course. Thank you.” Muffster and Fluffster gave her extended hand a licking kiss before following the Quirkomon. Gazing down at her wrist device, Melishza strode toward Kymbra. “Message from Dangerous,” she announced. “He’s due back here in a couple of hours–after taking care of his horses.” “How’s the perimeter, does he say?” “I’ll check the battle status.” Again Melishza manipulated her computer-like device. “Although, if there was a bad turn, an emergency, we’d know immediately.” “Unlike the fake-news MSM,” Kymbra dryly scorched. “Right on, sister.” Kymbra grinned at the ‘her-generation’s’ saying. “Right on.” “Our town’s perimeter remains secure, but is still under attack. No concerns, though,” Melishza quickly added. “The next team is in position and battle ready,” Her mental faculties still operational, jerked to attention. “How many people live here?” “Here in Moonrise Lake or in Wolf Peak Territory?” Melishza’s eyes became a shade of radiance Kymbra had never witnessed before. “Both.” “Last count. Moonrise Lake has grown to about three hundred of us…now. That’s why we have two newer towns in the Peak. Green Buffalo and Sunrise Prairie…We have about 5,000 Peakites. Currently. Most folks don’t live in the towns…but on ranches, farms. Outside of the towns.” She paused, her gaze assesing Kymbra. “I’ll let Dangerous explain more.” “Why?” Kymbra demanded bluntly. She stilled her restless movements, pinning Melishza with her gaze. Unrelenting gaze. “Like a laser…the Celtae were infamous, are infamous…” Kymbra bolted upright as she could while still sitting. She pointed her finger. “And who in the hell are the Celtae…like Celtic?” “The Celtae originally arived and thrived in Ireland, a powerful sect of Merlin-like magicians. Genetically, they were Hyperborians who interbred with a tribe of Atlanteans. They adored animals creating many new species. This included wolves, other canines, and horses, bears and hunting falcons, also riding stags…as well as many of the big cat breeds while working alongside certain of the Egptian gods.”  “Oh.” In a long silence, Kymbra pondered deeply, finally stating, “That makes sense–given who I am. What I like.” “I’m certain Dangerous will answer your questions, explore your heritage with you.” Melishza consulted her wrist device at a tone. “Will you be okay if I leave now? I’m part of the baby formula delivery team.” Kymbra waved her hand. “Of course. Take care of the babies–their moms and dads.” With a glowing smile, Melishza spun around, her quickness surprising Kymbra. “See you soon,” she threw over her shoulder. Moments later, a helpless rage blazed through Kymbra. “Starving babies. Starving people around the world. All by horrific design. To depopulate.” She spat out,”Death to the new world stinky ODOR.” After an angry breath, Kymbra slammed back against the chaise lounge. “Now. And forever.” Later, she heaved an infuriated breath. “And you ain’t getting our guns, either. You scumbag monsters.”Kymbra touched on the Viewer screen the Danger Man had given her–yep, news from the sites she knew. “Yeah, that’s right. Protect yourself and others,” she muttered. Mass shooting stopped by law-abiding woman carrying concealed handgun SHOOTING UPDATE “Yeah, that’s right. Protect yourself and others.” CPD says the man who was shot last night at Renaissance Circle has died, and his name is Dennis Butler Before the shooting, he allegedly pulled an AR-15-style rife at a birthday/graduation CPD tells us a person at the party shot and killed Butler@wchs8fox11 — Danielle Dindak (@danielledindak) May 26, 2022As of this writing, police have not released the name of the woman who killed Butler. No one else was injured in the incident, however. ~~~ Pregnant Woman Used AR-15 to Drop Armed Robber Attacking Her 11-Year-Old Daughter June 6, 2022, 9:55pmby Samantha Chang, The Western Journal  ~~~Having dozed off, Kymbra awoke with a start. The Danger Man entered, his steps quiet as a hunting predator. A wolf came to mind, not for the first time. Mentally, Kymbra shook her head. Pistols were strapped to his hips western-hero style. Good Gawd, no. Sexual desire bolted through her, a damn flamethrower of need–so it felt. Kymbra suppressed her feelings fast. But did the monitors light up with the truth? Did he psychally sense it? “You’re still alive,” she drily commented. “Disappointed?” he joked. With a huge grin pasted on his overly handsome face, Dangerous sauntered toward her. “Rattlesnakes,” she burst out. “Why am I seeing them in my mind…filling it?” “Yep, darlin’, had to destroy a few. Fake rattlers, bio-robot creatures constructed by a bad group in DARPA.” Kymbra wrapped her head around that, knowing he spoke true. “How…how did you destroy them?”Like a gunslinger with lightning reflexes, the Danger Man drew both of his pistols. “Good aim and my warrior horse, Palladin.” At her quizzical glance, he added. “Every bio-robot has a vulnerability, a neuro shutoff spot.” “Oh…okay. That computes, so to speak.” “Computes. Good one, darlin’.” As he approached, ever closer…ever closer, Kymbra resisted the urge to shrink away or worse! passionately grab him. Conflicted to the max, she froze completely still. “Looks like your healin’, right fine, Kymbra,” he drawled, reminding her of a sweet-talking TV-show Texan–especially as he expertly holstered his guns. Suddenly fierce inside, she snapped, “What in the living hell did you do to my hormones?”  HONORING FLAG DAY, JUNE 14TH

To be continued… hopefully. Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~

Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar  

May 27, 2022

Mother Goddess Power In Wolf Peak by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: , , , — Savanna Kougar @ 7:47 pm

 Originally posted on ShapeShifter Seduction

 May Howls, Yowls, Growls From Mothers of Wolf Peak, ShapeShifter Lovers!

Starving Babies in the USA. in our America, what the hell! Wolf Peakite volunteers to the rescue… of course. First. though…

Kymbra and Dangerous discuss…

“The name is Dangrok Zromu Vinnh.” He attempted what he hoped was a reassuring and friendly grin before saying, “Dangerous is my nickname.” 

Kymbra raised a cynical brow. “You do look dangerous…unlike…when was it at the thrift shop?” Eyes like blue-diamond razor blades regarded him.

“Yesterday. Would you like a nutrition-dense chocolate malt?” Dangerous held up the tall frosty glass direct from the Peak’s beloved Creamery shop.

“Nutrition-dense, huh. Am I allowed to sit up now?” 

Her sarcasm amused him. Holding out the glass, Dangerous gave a nod.

“What the heck, it’s a good day to die.” She took hold of the glass, then stared at her legs, scanned her body. ”Why am I in this emerald colored catsuit?” 

“It helps the healing process.” 

After a moment of thought, she gave him the stink eye, an ancestral reaction. “Is this a military MIB base?” 

“Do you mean what’s called a DUMB?” Dangerous kept his tone conversational. “No,” he answered her affirming nod. “You’re in Wolf Peak Territory, Montana, in our town of Moonrise Lake.”

“Never heard of it,” she groused. Obviously hungry she grasped the straw taking a long drink. “Heaven.” The beautiful elder kept sipping. “Poison or not, this is delicious.”

“Lots of good herbal extracts like Sarsaparilla.” He leaned forward into her personal space. She didn’t object.

“Yes, I can taste that–use it a lot.” 

Howls, the elder smelled sensuously delicious. If he decided to court her much later, he realized it would be a long arduous trek. 

“I assume you know my name,” she threw at him, a hunter’s speeding bullet. 

“Kymbra.” He paused focusing on her eyes, her soul. “Kymbra Sass, your online name. Kim Sandra Westerly.” 

Fierce but curious, unblinking, she regarded him. “Who are you. Really?” She wiggled a bit. “You ain’t no normal person,” she affected like a stereotypical redneck.

“Darlin’, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

She winced a little at the way he’d addressed her.

“Let’s say, for right now, we’re a large freedom community–a thriving strong community.”

“Lots of guns?…a militia?”

Dangerous barked a big laugh. “No. Not a militia. But we got guns… a lot more, far more lethal weapons, even Tesla-tech style armaments.” He gazed directly at her. “And we use them.” 

“Insurrection,” she muttered softly. “Tesla tech, huh?” She shifted, facing him squarely.

“No. Not insurrection…darlin’,” he intentionally addressed her. 

Her brow furrowed. “Stop that.”

Dangerous inwardly smiled, yip-yip-yep a wolfish grin. “Darlin’?” he asked as if he was an innocent cub.

“Yes, that… young-on’,” the elder scowled. 

“Yes, Tesla-weaponized for our protection. Want to learn how to use it?”

Her gaze, her face brightened as if sunlit. For a moment. 

“I can make it happen, Kymbra,” he solemnly promised. 

“Bigwig guy, huh? This is crazy…you know.” She shuddered.

Dangerous reached behind him opening the oven-like unit. He retrieved the bowl of hearty, specially made soup, then waved it beneath her nose. “Just for you.” 

With some reluctance, Kymbra wrapped her hands around the bowl. “It does smell good, bigwig.” 

“Dante runs this place. I’m proudly related to him.” He handed her a spoon.

“Blood is thicker than water,” she sardonically commented. “Tasty.” She spoke after several spoonfuls. “What do you want with me…from me?” 

“You’re a powerful woman, Kymbra.” He ignored her doubtful expression. “We want you to be part of our community.”

 Mother Goddess Power In Wolf Peak

“As Dangerous just said,” Kitty, Dante’s shapeshifter mate entered, quiet as the feline she was, “we want you to join our community.”

“And you are?” Kymbra set her bowl aside. Her gaze pinned Kitty. No mercy. 

“Please finish. My name is Kitty.” She offered a large sweet smile. “I work with our circle of good witches and psychics. We assist in the protection of Wolf Peak Territory.”

Kymbra ate the last few spoonfuls, then asked, “Sort of like remote viewing?” 

“That is part of what we do.” Kitty drew in an audible breath. ”We use all of our so-called ‘woo’ talents. It’s how we found you, Kymbra.” 

“It’s how I found you before the abduction attempt,” Dangerous spoke up. 

“Grays?” Kymbra trembled for several instants. Yet her gaze remained strong, the warrior woman inside of her. 

“No, not in this case, dear elder. The black-heart cabal as you have labelled them in your blog posts.” Kitty glanced at him. Dangerous gave a nod to continue given he was in charge of her healing. “There are many here who are fans–who want you here. Who wish to receive your wisdom.” 

“Wisdom?” She thought, considering Kitty’s words. “I guess because of my advanced age…my life experiences, so to speak.” Kymbra grimaced at herself. “Age does have it’s advantages–one reason the new world cabal wants us oldsters dead, dead, dead.”

“Yes, absolutely. Our children need to know. They have been insulated from what is called the real world.” Kitty swept her hand outward indicating the society beyond their boundaries.

“But that’s not all, is it?” Kymbra rose to stand. 

Wobbly, Dangerous leaped up catching her, steadying her. 

“The second time…isn’t it?” she murmured. 

“We’ll talk later,” Kitty lightly gripped Kymbra’s arm, “when your recovery is complete.” 

“Goddess energy.” Awe owned Kymbra’s voice. “Mother Goddess power. That’s what you feel like.” 

“Speaking of, I have a feeling my twins require a firm hand.” Kitty turned toward Dangerous with a grace he always admired. “Keep watching over our Celtae elder.”

Still in his arms, Kymbra whispered, “Wow. I’ve never felt such strong spiritual energy. Twins?”

“Youngsters, boys who run wild as wolves at times. Dante is their very loving father. But he keeps them disciplined with bold fangs, as we say here.” Dangerous didn’t want to let go of her. She wasn’t resisting him either, after howls all.

“Do you have a tribal wolf totem here, or something?” Suspicious, confused, Kymbra turned in his arms. “Are you Native American?” 

Before he could answer, his sister’s tone sounded. “Hold on, darlin.'” Dangerous eased her onto the edge of the silvery mattress, then spoke into his wrist device. “The mission, sis?”

“Successful. Babies saved. Organizing more volunteers. We need to set up milk banks, milk stations on the Peak’s perimeter.” Bettressa was in her leadership element. 

“Go for it. You’re the gal for the job.” 

“How’s the elder?” Bettressa sincerely asked. That was his older sister. 

“The ‘elder’ is  okay…it seems.” Kymber defiantly folded her arms. “Thanks for helping the babies. This is depraved immorality. All orchestrated by those who hate humanity, the epic fools who serve them–who would take away our God-given right to be free.”

Bettressa hesitated. “Yes, our right to be free Beings. Welcome to Wolf Peak Territory. Signing off, brother.” 

“Later, sis.” 

“No starving babies here? In your community…I presume.” 

“No. Never. The mothers breast feed. When there’s a problem the Mother Practitioners immediately help out–go to their aid.” 

“Mother Practitioners…what a good idea.” Kymbra looked away, her shoulders slumped. “Never had children…but you know that. It’s a long, long story. Never mind.” She straightened. “I’m grateful…yeah, I don’t have to worry about them in this cruel crazy, not child-friendly world.”

Aware his words were not what she needed right now, Dangerous said nothing. He waited, watching her closely, only looking away when the monitor subtly flashed.

“Something wrong?” she asked, her gaze fastened on the monitor.  

“Nothing a heart tonic and a rest won’t solve, Kymbra.” Dangerous grinned. Keeping his manner lighthearted, he touched his handy dandy wrist com.

“Be there in a jiffy,” the Medicine Shaman on duty assured. From an ancient time, the man oddly enjoyed using current-day slang.

“See you in a jiff. Don’t sniff,” Dangerous bantered.

“Oh, that’s cute. bigwig guy. CoQ10 and Hawthorn herb, do you have those health supplements here?”

“We’ll get anything you want…” Dangerous halted his words as Kymbra’s eyes widened and she popped upward. 

“Bolshevik baby formula. It’s a nefarious plot, a scheme.” With an intensity that would have seared most, she shot her gaze at him. 


“They, the deepstate FDA monsters deliberately caused the formula shortage. Shut down that factory. Why?” Kymbra arched her brows high. “So O’Bidden could sign that bill or whatever it is…

“I have it, Kymbra.” Dangerous read from his wrist device, “The President is invoking the Defense Production Act.” 

“Exactly. Meaning the deepstate now has total communist-like control over baby formula. Over America’s babies.”

The implications hit Dangerous like a sledge hammer. No, Thor’s smashing omnipotent hammer.

“Control the babies, control the parents, the mothers…or control the population with scarcity. With exclusive control of formula production. With digital-run rationing. With the chip…” Kymbra blew out an angry breath. “You get the diabolical picture.” Impatient, enraged, she bounced on the mattress. “Hell, desperate people in Cali-commie-fornia are turning in guns for gas.”

Howls beneath the Goddess Moon, it was all too clear. “I do. I do, Kymbra. Yep, Problem. Reaction. Solution. The constant evil game plan of the Dark Enemy.” 

“How do we stop this crap?” she demanded, fierce as a mother bear. 

Her anguish seared him, pained his heart. Growls, he was ready to charge, fangs bared.

Dangerous beckoned to the Quirkomon, as the Medicine Practitioner was known given his ancient name was difficult to pronounce. 

“We stop it, most beloved woman,” the Practitioner began in his operatic voice, “by joining our Divine Self with the cosmic rise of the Earth Mother, with the Sacred Feminine Force.”

Half-way bowing with a flourish, Quirkomon presented the heart tonic to Kymbra.

She eyed him, taking his measure before sniffing the concoction, then drinking. “Hawthorn berries,” she uttered. “Thank you.”

“You will pardon my observation, dear woman, but I am aware of your antediluvian ancestry.”

He possessed Kymbra’s full attention. Definitely. “Do tell, sir.” She handed the container back to him. 

“The Moon, who we named Cybellis. is an ark flown to Earth during long bygone days. Your direct ancestress arrived then.” 

“The Moon, Mothership for Cosmic Humanity…that rings true. I, I have intuitive glimpses,” Kymbra admitted, her tone fragile. She averted her gaze.

After a short pause, Quirkomon regally stated, “She still lives deep inside our lovely Earth. your grandmother ancestress. I cannot tell you more.”

To be continued… hopefully.

Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~

Run on the Wild Side of Romance  


Savanna Kougar

May 19, 2022

When Chickens Rule, Really by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Shapeshifter Erotic Romance — Savanna Kougar @ 11:17 pm

 Originally posted on ShapeShifter Seduction

Stormy May Howls, Yowls, Growls, and Fowls, ShapeShifter Lovers!

I found a news clip about feral chickens and couldn’t stop chuckling for awhile… thus, this flash scene set in Wolf Peak Territory, the small town of Moonrise Lake.

 When Chickens Rule

Herrosha laughed until her ribs ached. “Global conquest on the horizon.” The chicken shapeshifter retrieved her delicate teacup. 

“Finally,” her dear cousin giggled. “Finally, our time has come again.” Rishla saluted with her teacup. 

Together, they sipped like the ladies they were. 

“We will rule the lands, roaming, stomping. feasting on the pathetic little mammals, proud dinosaurs again.” Herrosha chortled laughter again. 

“Proud dinosaurs again?” Belorosa, a turkey shifter, entered their private room at the popular tearoom, the Pearl Morning Dew. “Apologies for my tardiness, ladies. The brood was particular rambunctious.” 

“Most likely the recent full moon eclipse and it’s Spring.” Rishla patted the rose-pink cushioned chair beside her. 

“Most likely. Thank you.” Belorosa reached for the teacup that Herrosha poured for her, at the perfect level, of course. 

“Feral chickens are infesting part of Hawaii, it seems. And making quite a nasty nuisance of themselves.” Rishla couldn’t contain her chuckles.

“Feral chickens?” Belorosa took a dainty taste of her tea. “Delicious as usual. Who’s ever heard of feral chickens?” 

“Apparently, these flocks of feral poultry have been running wild for years, but recently increased to a significant number,” Rishla explained, then giggled again. 

“Crowing at all hours, rudely waking people up.” Herrosha dramatically intoned, rolling her eyes. “Worse, digging, tearing up gardens, even crawling beneath private fences. Some daring folks are even feeding them. Oh, the endless horror. Although, the chickens are becoming a road hazard.” 

“Mygosh, who ever heard of collecting their eggs, free eggs?” Rishla refilled her teacup, adding a bit of honey. “You know, common sense–if you’re hungry. Perhaps, this could be a small profitable business.”

“Yes, plain ole common sense. Your own flock available for the eating. Thriving in their natural habitat, the type where today’s chickens originated. You know, there’s a looming food shortage.” Belorosa shook her head, then savored her tea. 

Herrosha nodded. “Even as a poultry shifter myself, I have to ask, have chicken dinners gone out of style? You know, a common sense solution to the problem.” She raised her brows. “What’s wrong with some in the human population these days?”

“Precisely.” Belorosa agreed. “Many of the Hawaiians hunt and dine on the wild pigs, after all.”

“Yes, after all. But why educate those loony lazy, brain-captured humans? I, for one, am cheering for the feral chickens. They’re clearly activating their dinosaur heritage–survival being a prime directive.” Herrosha bobbed her head. 

Enthusiastically, in obvious agreement, her two friends followed. 

“Run, run.” Rishla theatrically winged her arm. “The chickens are coming. The chickens are coming. Can you imagine it?” 

Hearty clucking laughter burst from them all.  

“It’s rule by flocks and flocks of the new poultry variant, terrifying Chicken Dinos.” Belorosa added. “More frightening, young mutating mobs of wild turkeys are joining.”

Helpless giggling gobbles erupted.

“Not the turkeys. OMG.” Hysterically laughing from her mental imagining, Herrosha nearly fell face down on the fragile-looking table.

“We’re looking at the true collapse of human civilization… Chicken Dinos, beaks like jagged titanium. Turkeys with machete claws… run, run, their eyes are blood red and blazing.” Rishla rocked in her chair cackling guffaws. 

When the hilarity subsided, Belorosa gobbled, “When chickens and their turkey mob rule…it’s a top horror movie, I tell you.”

“Eat them before they eat you… the first line of the movie trailer.” Herrosha stood, suddenly all serious. “Duty summons, gal pals. It’s my turn to walk with and watch over the newly arrived Celtae-DNA elder. You know, in our healing gardens.”

To be continued… hopefully.

Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~

Run on the Wild Side of Romance  


Savanna Kougar

May 17, 2022

Still Alive, the Wolf Peak Rescue by Savanna Kougar

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 Originally posted on ShapeShifter Seduction

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

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

However, I’m feeling the urge to write…


 Still Alive, the Wolf Peak Rescue

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

Who are you trying fool, buddy boy? 

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

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

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

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

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

God no… 

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

“Doc, you got me…” she heard.

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

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

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

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


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

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

“Status, bunny Captain?” he asked.

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

Dangerous grinned. “Thanks, Captain.” 

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

No, I don’t want to open my eyes. 

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

“Keep in contact, sis. Promise.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued… hopefully.

Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~

Run on the Wild Side of Romance  


Savanna Kougar

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