ShapeShifter Kisses

July 3, 2015

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

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

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

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


His Amazon Warrioress

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘You have been brought to the future.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance


June 26, 2015

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

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

Happy Belated Summer Solstice howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I hope so,” chorused around Delvezio.




Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

June 18, 2015

Amazon Warrioress In Talbot’s Peak by Savanna Kougar

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

Mid-June howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

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

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


Amazon Warrioress In Talbot’s Peak

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

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

She was Amazon.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where in the Goddess’s sacred world was she?

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




Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

June 12, 2015

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

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

Howls and Yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

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


Bad Stud Behavior and a Knight’s Horse

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

May 29, 2015

…kick down the castles… By Savanna Kougar

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

Pic from ~northernstarart~

Rain, Rain howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

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

End of Chapter-seven ~

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

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

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

“Viewing crystals?” Drev buttered a roll.

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

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

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

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

Chapter Twenty-eight ~ Drev Zander

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s the apple pie,” Drev teased.

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

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

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

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


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

May 20, 2015

Finding His Sex Pet by Savanna Kougar

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

Quickening howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

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


Finding His Sex Pet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thus, he could stroke and fondle her at will.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance


May 13, 2015

The Rogue Stray Cat Struts His Stuff by Savanna Kougar

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

Tuesday howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

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


The Rogue Stray Cat Struts His Stuff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“When is that savage wolf mate of yours due today?” Rogue Stray seriously regarded her. Although, laughter shone in his moon-bright, dark yellow eyes.

Kalina well knew he feline-enjoyed baiting Zortega. With a toss of her long hair, she replied, “He has a long meeting today with Dante, and most of those in the inner circle. Those who patrol and protect Talbot’s Peak Territory.”

“Ah, then you’re at the tender mercy of my claws,” Rogue Stray bantered. He swallowed down much of his mud java, and when he looked at her again, the nerdish glitter in his eyes ignited. “Let’s see what you’ve accomplished, little cyber miracle worker.”

The next several hours flew by comet-swiftly, as Kalina demonstrated, then explained her crystal cyber library. No spider-net cloud where info could be easily hacked… no, the global information she’d collected was now permanently catalogued inside the specialized crystals she knew how to grow. The thumb-sized crystals dazzingly flickered whenever Kalina accessed them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Behind her, Kalina heard him purring-croon, “I wish I could be as carefree and wild, but I got cat class and I got cat style.” 

“You do got cat class and style,” she threw over her shoulder.


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance


May 7, 2015

Dragon Shifter In My Kitchen by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 1:30 am

May howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

So, who can resist a naked dragon shifter? Solara’s flash scene caught my fancy, of course. Question: will dragon shifters now be invading Talbot’s Peak in a good way?


Dragon Shifter In My Kitchen

So, a naked man in the mayoral mansion’s kitchen, who is supposed to be a rock star dragon shifter… that was the rumor going around. Yeah, like a wildfire refusing to be put out. I heard it at Java Joe’s when I was purchasing my supply of special blend coffee. It’s one of the few indulgences I have left in this beyond-strange world.

Hunkered over my kitchen table, I prop open one bleary eye. The soup mug I use for my organic coffee is cradled between my palms. Before taking the first sip, I let the rich steamy fragrance penetrate my oh-so willing nostrils. Hopefully, the vapors have a direct route to my pea-soup foggy brain.

I didn’t used to be this way. Once upon an age ago, I’d awake in the morning bright-eyed and bushy tailed. Although, I have no tail, unlike most of those who live in Talbot’s Peak. As I discovered over the past year’s dedicated research.

Okay, as a human, mostly human anyway, I think… how did I end up in this ‘high strangeness’ supernatural lair?

Once upon an age ago, I had big brave dreams. However, as it turned out my dreams were a star I couldn’t reach. I fell far short, fell into the depths of poverty, despite ‘going for it’ … despite ‘following my passion’ … despite taking every leap of faith I could.

Yep, I almost killed myself trying.

To be perfectly honest, I don’t have a freaking clue why I’m even still alive on planet Earth. Yeah baby, it’s a big fat damn miracle alright. However, these days, I suspect the Almighty must have a twisted and epic sense of humor… you know, like the cosmic joke… at least, in my case.

Anyway, one morning, almost a decade ago, I learned how to become invisible. They said it was an ancient ability in my genetic code, one ‘they’ resurrected. And I’m not the only one out there — as I understand it.

In Art Bell’s heyday as king of paranormal nighttime radio, he dedicated a few shows to those who became unaccountably invisible — like standing in a line at a bank, and no one can see you. That kind of thing.

Yeah, for real, check it out. You got the internet.

You might be wondering at this point: Who is ‘they’? Wish I knew.

Or maybe I don’t. Since my all-over-the-world, burn-the-candle-at-both-ends assignments have brought me to this pathetic state of health.

The upside. Yeah, there is one. ‘They’ the Unseen Ones have seemingly deserted me, abandoned me in this paranormal-haven community.

The downside: no money… or no more viable bank account. I’m existing on my little stash of gold and silver. If you must know.

I take a couple of sips of the now cool-enough coffee, and savor. And, thank goodness, my sudden case of extreme tooth sensitivity several days prior, has eased off.

Back to the naked dragon shapeshifter. My lips actually curve upward in a semblance of a smile. I take another long sip, then release the dragon beast into the inner sanctums of my mind.

Like the rumor, I envision him sleeping outside by back door — in my little, bird-filled yard. Of course, he’s a monstrously powerful, sleek and shiny-scaled dragon. He’s the color of a moonless night rinsed by countless rainbows.

Yep, fantasy allowed when daydreaming. Even though, much of fantasy is, in fact, reality in another dimension — or in the Earth’s past hidden ages.

Hint: Go watch the latest Star Wars movie. Ain’t a space fantasy, my friends.

After another swallow of coffee my brain kicks into gear. Good thing. ‘Cause I’m deciding on what my naked dragon shifter is gonna look like when he comes into my kitchen.

Tall, dark, and dragony handsome? Why not?

After all, Greely, a little adorable frog shifter, got her dream-come-true dragon shifter. Last I heard she was living in merry old England in his ancestral castle.

So yeah, just to stay somewhat sane in this obviously insane world, I’ve got to give myself something to daydream about. Plus, my love life has been nil, nada, nonexistent, for too many years to remember.

Hey, all I have left is my very vivid imagination. Which made my descriptive-prose reports to ‘they’ quite entertaining, as I was told.

Let’s see… mm-mm, well over six foot of sexy lean male. Bronzed skin stretched over carved scrumptious muscles. Long dark hair that invites my stroking fingers. Glittering, knowing eyes that beckon me to him. Oh, and that wicked smile… yes, yes… give me that smile.

Mentally, slowly, I run my gaze downward over my nude, fictional man-dragon. His arousal becomes more impressive as I stare at his long, thick cock.

“You summoned,” I hear behind me.

I jump like a startled rabbit. What’s left of my coffee flies everywhere. I manage to stand without falling over the chair, even as I spin around. I grab hold of the wobbling chair for support.

Good gawd! My heart races a marathon in one instant. There he is. Not exactly as I imagined… but perfect nonetheless.

“Are you injured?” the naked man solicitously asks. He takes two steps closer, leans toward me, and offers his hand.

I don’t take it. Shock has me in a vice grip. Yeah, I’m trembling like I’m about to be dinner.

He withdraws his large handsome hand. I watch him study me, speculation in the depths of his eyes. The color is like a green neon light shining on obsidian.

“You don’t know, do you?” He pauses a moment. “About your newly emerged power.”

“What power?” I hoarsely force the words out of my parched throat.

“To summon a dragon. A dragon protector.”

I freeze, not that I’m moving all that much, anyway. Except for all the shaking. But that stops, and my eyes feel as if they’re bulging out of their sockets.

And why wouldn’t they? They’ve seen a lot supernatural weirdness… but not… oh, shut up, I tell myself.

“That’s a new one on me.” The words stumble past my lips.

“I’ll be able to see you, even when you go invisible,” he proudly proclaims. Dammit, his bearing reminds me of a conquering matador

With my eyebrows stuck on the ceiling, I ask, “What do you know about me? … I suppose you have a name. After all,” I babble, my tongue loosening. “I can’t call you naked dragon shifter. Can I?”

“Ah, yes, my state of nudity. Pardon, but I thought it wiser to make a swift appearance. Your protection is my first concern.” His dark brows raise in question. “Should I retrieve my travel bag, and dress before a proper introduction?”

Sheesh! What do I say? As far as I’m concerned he can stay naked. Forever. Wouldn’t hurt my eyes any.

Yet… on second thought: how the hell do you have a good relationship with a dragon shifter protector? I mean, we do need to get along. If we’re going to be in close proximity.

“Sure. Clothing first. Then an introduction… would you like a cup of coffee?” I think to ask. “Oh, there is a spare bedroom. Probably a bit dusty, but tidy enough.”

The care and feeding of a protector dragon. The thought pops up unexpectedly as he quickly pivots out the back door.

I feel resolve take over. Something I haven’t felt for far too long. Hell, I don’t care how limited my resources are. Somehow I’ll find a way to take care of him.

Then the light blasts on in my weary and staggered brain. A novel. I could write a novel based on my true experiences with whatever his name is. That is, depending… well, who knew how this would all work out.

“I will be here for as long as you need me,” Mr. Dragon Man assures. He enters, an odd-looking, Victorian-elaborate bag beneath his arm.


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance


April 29, 2015

Coyote Shapeshifter Lost On Earth by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 6:26 am

Coyote Shapeshifter Lost On Earth

Sunny howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

This flash scene is based on the pic above, which was featured  at Coast to Coast am

AND, also on a flash scene I wrote some time back. Here’s the beginning:

Shapeshifting Coyote in a Flying Saucer

Drukr almost yawned. He hated these reconnaissance assignments. It was either accept them, or be prepared never to set foot on the planet they currently investigated. That’s what he lived for, the on sight investigations.

He wanted to run the terrain, not merely holo-map it. He wanted to mingle with the life forms where he could, not merely observe them through the scope.

His skill as a pilot, served him well, and also did not. If the saucer malfunctioned, he was the man for the job. Otherwise, the metal brain, as he called it, controlled everything. Star scat, he was only along for the ride, the days’ long ride.

So far, the wilderness night life entertained him enough, right now. Earth, and this Montana state, possessed it’s natural charms. However, several minutes ago the abundance of animals suddenly vanished. Drukr searched for the cause, and could discover no predator, or human hunters. That’s when his bored yawn had begun.

“What the furball unholy…?!” he barked.

For the rest of this scene


Coyote Shapeshifter Lost On Earth

‘Worn down to parts I didn’t even know were there,’ Kesza mentally complained to herself. Unable to shift from coyote to human form because she was so insanely tired, Kesza laid her head on the discarded mattress.

Humans on Earth were a strange breed. No big fat scat doubt about that. Who knew if the undamaged mattress had been tossed as garbage, or lost when whomever was in route in one of those smelly, overly loud vehicles roaming along large ribbons of asphalt.

Kesza sighed to herself, and suppressed a yawn. Her mouth felt like she’d been chewing on sagebrush. No use giving the unforgiving desert a chance to dry it out further.

The sucking blackhole hell of it, she’d never failed before. This mission to track one of her ET shifter kind had begun auspiciously enough. Drukr, an accomplished planet mapper for their commercial-trade starship, had been mysteriously missing for half a year, Earth time.

She’d carefully analyzed the 3D holo-recording of his small mapping craft as it was laser-beamed out of the sky. The last image she’d seen was Drukr bolting as coyote from the plasma-arcing, destroyed craft. He’d raced at top speed into the old-growth forest, his tail on fire.

Even though, the robotic rescue ship arrived within a quarter day’s time, and performed a grid search, there’d been no sign of, or from Drukr. The melted smoldering craft had been encased in an ice cocoon, and brought aboard for in-depth analysis.

Data had been recovered from the craft’s core matrix — the Earth terrain mapped, and a recreational stop at an underground shapeshifter complex known as the Interspecies Pleasure Club. Drukr had earned the privilege, and there’d been no evidence to suggest an ensuing problem.

While investigating the source of the laser beam attack by a competing merchant space race, as she discovered, Kesza had pinpointed their Earth base. When she’d used the ship’s sensors to sweep the mountain cavity, suddenly Drukr’s emergency ping registered. Yet as swiftly it disappeared.

Using her feminine coyote wiles, Kesza infiltrated the competitor’s base. She’d accessed their surveillance system. Drukr had been there alright, but as a quick in-and-out intruder. Most likely he’d been looking for evidence. But why?

Once she made her escape from the mountain base, Kesza tracked Drukr through infrequent ‘pings’, and the various Mexican cuisine establishments he favored on Earth. Finally, after months, she’d lost track of him when he’d rented a car, and began a road trip through the Four Corners region.

Why he was on the run, Kesza hadn’t found a scat-scent of a clue… if he was on the run. Often, she wondered if he’d decided not to be found. Although, her usually reliable sixth sense suggested otherwise.

Just two weeks before she’d nearly caught up with him at the car rental agency, Kesza had caught the barest whiff of his scent on a restaurant’s barstool. Fear permeated the molecules.

Now… here she was lost in the middle of the desert, and lost on Earth, since her own emergency locator had ‘somehow’ been deactivated. To top it off, whoever the enemy was, they’d also disabled the Jeep she’d rented, zapping the hood with a manufactured lightning strike.

She’d shot away like Drukr from his craft, and run for miles as coyote. Then, there’d been the confrontation with a desert coyote pack. When the males had shown signs of accepting her, the hostile females attacked.

Not wanting to waste what remained of her energy fighting them off, Kesza outraced them, only to leap from a striking rattlesnake and slam her side into a huge cactus.
While her healing had been rapid, that had depleted her further.

Several days in search of civilization had cost her dearly. When a few skinny mice crossed her path, she’d snapped them up, hungry beyond belief.

Sighting a highway, albeit with no visible traffic, Kesza had numbly slowly padded toward it. Until the abandoned mattress. The oasis called to her, an irresistible force since she’d rarely slept — then only curled up on the hard desert floor.

Weary down to every last bone she owned, Kesza began to drift off into a much needed snooze. Desperation, the fact that she was an easy target, kept her on the edge of consciousness — kept her awake enough to hear the cautious approach of another coyote.

She opened one eye…

TO BE CONTINUED… since I’ve run out of time and energy… yeah, too many unexpected interruptions today.


No yip-yip doubt he was beguiled…

Tuesday howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

I’ve been busier than a fox in an unguarded henhouse… including being forced to upgrade to highspeed internet – which I didn’t know was now available in my tame-prairie area –  because my dialup number will no longer be available – so that’s been somewhat of an adventure, and I lost sleep putting it all together last night. But so far, so good… and a huge improvement over my primitive computer system…

Thus and so, here’s a continuation of my flash scene from last week, titled: Coyote Shapeshifter Lost On Earth


No yip-yip doubt he was beguiled…

Her tantalizing odor tickled his nostrils, an unceasing wonderful torment that drew Drukr closer…and ever closer. No yip-yip doubt he was beguiled by the woman coyote beauty who’d been chasing his furry and his bare-butt tail. For good reason.

Yet he couldn’t return to Ship. He’d been laser tagged by an alien spec-ops team, who were serious as a sucking blackhole about capturing him. And, not just bagging him for interrogation and gruesome experiments, but for Borg-ing the silicon-control structure of his commerce spaceship.

The tech was from another alien race who were obviously in cahoots with Earth humans military. With the first sting, he’d known, and run like a starving vampire toward a hot-blood dinner.

It had become a Wiley-coyote game, even silly cartoonish at times — keeping a few paws ahead of the various black-ops teams they’d sent to trap him. Part of him grinned most of the time, enjoying the hell out of winning against their amateurish attempts.

Then the game escalated to galactic proportions. He’d had to outwit her. Kesza, tracker extraordinnaire by any measure in the known galaxies.

Now she was an endangered alien species because of her unable-to-shift exhaustion. No way would Drukr let her be taken captive. So, he’d be her bodyguard. Only…

If he wasn’t evading her relentless search for him, he was prey to wanting her. Yip-yip-howl, with an insatiable carnal appetite.

Feeling her eye his approach, Drukr padded more slowly. She raised her lovely coyote head, a snarl beginning low in her throat.

‘Drukr,’ he announced telepathically, and halted his approach. At the same moment, she caught a whiff of hm, the growl dying in her throat.

He watched her ears swivel back, and she gave him a disgusted look. ‘Where have you been?’

‘Tagged. I can’t go back to the ship.’ Drukr figured simplicity was best. Besides, the smell of her fatigue suggested she wasn’t up for a lengthy explanation of his plight.

Alarm registered in her dark lustrous eyes. She sniffed, and Drukr felt her energy zag through him. Even tired down to her beautiful bones, she still checked out the truth of his words.

‘Now we’re both targets.’ Drukr moved toward her again, but as if he walked atop a bed of cactus. Even worn out, she could viciously attack. Nail him with her superior-fighting skills, and force him to return.

No star-way would he let the ship’s systems be assimilated. Not only would the city-large craft be compromised severely, it could mean the death of everyone aboard.

‘Targets’, she mind-yawned. ‘You don’t happen to have a safe hideout, do you?’

‘There’s an abandoned gold mine…’ he began.

‘Before I collapse, let’s go,’ she interrupted. Rising quickly, Kesza stretched, every lean gorgeous line of her, and Drukr lustily salivated. ‘I feel the enemy nosing around.’ She padded over the mattress toward him.

‘We’ll have to lay down a false trail,’ Drukr spun around, knowing she would follow.

‘Don’t say lay down,’ she sniped inside his mind. ‘Go! I’ll keep up.’

Drukr snapped his head around even as he trotted over the desert floor. He had to witness with his own eyes, that she was behind him. ‘There’s a more comfy mattress with bedding at the gold mine,’ he encouraged.

With the sun’s heat threatening to burn their hides, Drukr launched into a ground-eating trot. Just to make certain, he kept one ear tilted back listening to Kesza’s gait, somewhat jerky because of her depleted state.

As minimally as he could, Drukr circled and zigzagged them toward his lair. Once they reached a shelf of weather-bared stone, he wove them between several enormous outcroppings of rock.

The opening to the gold mine was rudimentary, a hole in the ground long covered over by a thick patch of sagebrush. Drukr slipped inside, immediately crawling the short distance to a mine shaft that was significantly cooler, and could accommodate his human height.

He whipped around, morphing to man in the same instant. Behind him, Kesza collapsed in his arms. She was so limp Drukr gathered her close to his chest as he walked to his sparse yet comfortable enough living area.

He’d been able to stay hidden longer than usual, and had furnished the mined cavern with throwaway finds from an isolated, wealthy community. Rather proud of himself for staying free and alive on Earth, Drukr spent hours planning on how to sneakily accumulate the comforts of home.

Given it was about an hour’s travel as coyote to the community, he often hijacked unattended vehicles, disabled their sensor electronics, then used them to hide his treasures — where he would retrieve them much later.

Before Drukr could place her on a warm waterbed, Kesza had fallen into a deep sleep. With a gentleness he didn’t know he possessed, Drukr laid her in the center, a pile of limbless beautiful fur.

On impulse he lightly kissed her cheek. By the grace of the Grand Coyote, she hadn’t been tagged, not marked in any way. She could return to Ship.

But Drukr already knew he’d miss her like a knife stuck between his ribs. No, a knife piercing his heart.

Drukr stepped back and gave her the sniff test. All Kesza needed was uninterrupted sleep, and a good meal. All she need was him watching over her. Until she recovered.

Mournful howls to their homeworld, there had to be a way to remove the laser-implanted tag embedded in his lung. Sitting on his bare-ass haunches, Drukr watched her sleep without a twitch.

If he could get them to Dante’s Pleasure Club, the alpha werewolf, just might have the hidden-world contacts to help him. Drukr also knew for a fact, the massive underground club had the advanced tech to keep it shielded from satellite and Tesla-energy ground surveillance — even though his small mapping craft had been able to penetrate, and he’d observed a playground of eroticism.


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance 

Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

December 13, 2014

The Stud is Released… and the Big Daddy Cat Trio by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Shapeshifter Erotic Romance — Tags: , — Savanna Kougar @ 2:12 am
New Release ~ Ride the Roan Stud


On a vision quest, Ghost Walker succumbs to the harsh desert of the Four Corners badlands. With death’s talons striking, he is rescued by a mysterious mustang.

Running as horse, Grant Thunderhead senses an intruder trigger the forcefield protecting his steam engine caverns. Investigating, he finds a beautiful unusual man who will rescue his heart.


The Stud was Released on December 9, 2014
Shape-shifter Erotic Romance, M/M
Word Count: 34,631
Heat Level: SEXTREMEThis title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, December 16th



The Big Daddy Cat Trio
Howliday greetings and kisses, shapeshifter lovers.

I couldn’t resist adding to the caroling merriment happening in The Peak. While these made-up lyrics can’t compete with Pat’s from yesterday… well, yowls, the Big Daddy Cat Trio gives it their jazz-tune best.

Now while the children are sleeping… direct from Talbot’s Peak square,  in front of the dog-bowl sculpture, and the treat-trimmed Christmas tree…

We’re yowling for a white Christmas
Where we romp and roll in the snow
As the snowflakes glisten
And the girl cats listen
Then decorate us in a red bow

Oh yeah, we’re purring for a white Christmas
With every delightful mating fight
May your winter nights be wild and coupling tight
And may all your Christmases be out of site

Oh yeah, groovin’ and night-movin’ Big Cats
We’re dreaming of a white snowy Christmas
Beneath every cycling moon dark and bright
And may you hump with every tangling bite

Oh yeah, merry and bright, merry and bright
The yowls sing throughout the long Christmas night
Lion, Tiger, Puma, Jaguar are doing merry right
Cheetah, Leopard, Ocelot too, swing sway and groove
Oh yeah, make merry, the Big Cats make a lovin’ move
Beneath the Christmas tree’s twinkling light

Twinkling light…merry and bright…twinkling light

Wishing you love and passion on the wild side …


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance


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